#i'm sure when everything eventually settles down i'll be okay and be able to go back to being annoying on everyones dash

[haveateadude]

hi again ems!! (hope its okay if i call you that 😭) im the one who sent the last req, you wrote it so wonderfully. thanks for your concerns, wishing you the best !!

no pressure once again!! could you possibly write fluff about els taking you on a lil picnic to a flower field ? thank you once again!! 💗💗

picnic date

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ picnic day with your lover

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ none, this is pure fluff i think

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ hey!! omg your welcome to the person who sent this!!! i love uuu. i hope you like this one :)) also it's totally okay to call me em!! please feel free to send more request if you'd like!!!

and i'm so fucking sorry this took too long and it's too short. i've been busy lately but i have a week of online classes bc of some weird shit going on in my country so i hope i'll be able to write more.

have a good day everyone❤️

Ellie takes you on a date. A picnic date, precisely. She knows you've been stressed lately, and she thought taking you out might help take your mind off things—at least for a while. You knew it would be lovely, but not like this. This is beautiful. Going to a flower field has always been on your bucket list, let alone having a picnic with the person you love most.

"Ellie!" you exclaim. "Why did you—I mean… Shit. This is beautiful."

Ellie leaves the basket of food on the blanket, then stands behind you, wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on your neck.

"You deserve this," she says, resting her chin on your shoulder as you look out at the flower field. It feels like a dream—dating her has always felt this way. "I hope you enjoy it. It took me a while to find a place like this."

You turn around, and her hands never leave your body; they settle on your hips now. "I love this."

The sun peeks through the clouds and shines directly into her eyes and along the curve of her nose. You’ve always thought she’s pretty—but in moments like this, when it’s just the two of you with nothing to do but enjoy each other’s presence, she looks ethereal. You kiss her, both of your hands on her cheeks.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you say as you both sit down. "Really, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." She shrugs, smiling. "I thought we should do something nice; it's been a while since we've had time for ourselves."

You lean in for another kiss, which Ellie returns happily.

"God," you say, letting your head rest on her shoulder, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You're asking me that?" she says, incredulous. "You're the prettiest, smartest, sweetest, and coolest girl I've ever met… How could I not love you? That's the real question."

You feel your cheeks flush, a warm pink spreading across your face as you look up at her. You’ve always thought Ellie was prettier than you—hell, you’ve always thought she was better at everything. She’s smart, beautiful, and always knows what to say. But the way she talks about you always makes you feel like she’s put you on a pedestal, for better or worse.

You chuckle, eyes bright with devotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." Ellie’s the one to kiss you now, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I really can't believe I'm dating you."

After you finish eating, you eventually end up with your head resting on her lap. The sun has faded a bit, leaving blue and orange streaks scattered across the sky. It looks beautiful, you think, as Ellie tucks daisies into your hair, braiding a strand every now and then. It feels nice, her fingers brushing against your scalp.

"You look so sleepy, baby," Ellie chuckles, finishing with a kiss on your forehead. "Are you sure you don't want to head back?"

You shake your head and sit up. "Can we stay a while longer?"

Ellie doesn’t answer; she leans in for a kiss and gently guides you both to lie down until your back hits the ground, with her next to you, propped up on one elbow. One of her hands rests on your cheek, her thumb gently caressing your skin as you keep on kissing.

When you pull away, Ellie rests her head on your chest. You wrap your arms around her.

"I think we can stay here a little while longer."

[derelictheretic]

Hellu hellu I am so all over the place rn, we keep like fixing one problem and having another take it's place so I'm pretty busy atm buuut I just wanted to say hi I'm not gone into the void, I'm still kicking and everything ;v;

idk if I mentioned it but amidst the chaos of having to get a new phone I also got an ipad and have been attempting to art on it which has been pretty fun (I was also able to finish one of the comms so now there's only two left and I am working hard on them 🫡😤💕)

[sturniqlo]

A Broken Promise- M.S

summary: matt and y/n have been a long distance couple for five months ever since matt moved to LA with his brothers, the two grow distant and decide to part ways, promising to wait for each other. when he eventually moves back, he sees that she broke the promise

cw: break up, cursing, angst

an: when i thought about this idea my heart instantly ached this y/n is def not my favorite | lowercase intended | very short

masterlist

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before

"hi matt, how's LA been so far?" y/n props her phone up on a perfume bottle as she paints her nails, looking up to see matt's face on her phone. "very good, although it's very hot here. how's home? have i missed anything?" this was the first time they had called, the last week had been very busy for them, matt with unpacking and settling into his new home, y/n with work. they would send quick messages whenever they had the chance. the time difference was their enemy.

"nothing much, nate got his new car and i got a raise at work." she shrugs, dragging the nail polish bristles up her nail. "that sound nice, has work been hard lately?" matt asks, staring at his girlfriend who's on his phone but, on the other side of the country. "don't get me started," she giggles looking up at her phone. "my boss, you know, usual sweetheart, has been a pain in the ass. we have more reservations than usual and she's been so- ugh!" she groans at the thought of it. "you? have you settled in yet? you'll have to send me a house tour, i love watching those." matt giggles, recalling all the times he's watching house tours on youtube with her. "the place is still a bit bare- nicks room is coming along but, mine and chris' not so much but, i will definitely film a house tour just for you, babe."

they stayed on the phone for three hours after that, catching up on everything and planning when she will go down and visit them. "it's almost one am here, i have work early in the morning. i'll try and call you tomorrow, yeah?" y/n walks into her bathroom, about to get ready for the night. "oh, i forgot about the time difference, but totally, i'm sure i'll pick up." he sighs, not wanting to hang up. "okay, i love you. and i miss you so much." she pouts. "i love you more and miss you very very much."

it had officially been three months since matt moved to LA temporarily. the communication between the couple had been the most active this month. usually they only called about two to three times a week but, this month they'd call four to five days out of the week two to three times each day. everything was great, they thought, they talked more, texted more, and had dinner dates over facetime. "what'd you order for dinner?" y/n asked matt who was sitting at his desk. "my usual, taco bell. you?" he asks back, turning the volume up on his laptop to hear her better. "mexican, from the place by my house." she fixed her laptop on her bed feeling upset to break the news to matt. "i have some bad news, babe." she frowns.

"what's wrong?" he furrows his eyebrows, scooting his chair closer to the desk. "i won't be able to fly down in two weeks, when i tried to ask for the week off my boss said we're really booked and busy with reservations and events so she won't be able to give me the week. and i tried to convince her but, she gave me a firm no." she stares at matt's upset face. "really?" he said sadly, he had already planned a whole itinerary for the week she'd be here. "i'm sorry, i know we were looking forward to that week." she chipped her painted nails. as much as the sad tension was there, they tried to ignore it and enjoy their online dinner date.

two months had gone by and calls went from three times a day to two times a day to one time a day and to once a week. they were back where they started. y/n had been pretty upset at it. the one time she wasn't as busy with work, matt's schedule was booked. he was either filming with his brothers, filming a collab, at meetings or hanging out with friends. she wanted to call it off. matt had also realized the distance between them. he realized how he wasn't putting her first anymore and was busy on other things. he decided to call it off on their weekly call. "can i talk to you about something?" he turned the call off speaker and fixed the phone to his ear. "sure." she said. "i- as much as i hate to say this but- i don't think this is working anymore. the distance- it's, it's become a problem. i mean we rarely talk on the phone anymore. the most we text is when we wake up and don't speak until we're getting ready for bed." he sighs.

she's quiet for a few moments. she saw it coming. she had also thought about calling it quits but, never had the urge to. "matt," she sighs, sitting up from her bed. "i want to say that i haven't thought about breaking up but, truth be told i have thought about it. everything you said is right. we never talk anymore it's like we only talk when we remember we have each other, almost like- almost like it's forced at this point." she tries to fight back her tears. it's quiet between them. "so this is it?" he break the silence. "i guess so, for the time being." she says quietly, sniffing. "promise that we'll wait for each other? i- i'll make it up to you once i move back home, okay?" his voice cracks a bit. "okay, okay, yeah. i promise." y/n tries her best to think of it as a positive. "don't be stranger, matt."

after

the first time matt saw her with him was when he clicked on one of their mutual friends story on instagram. it was a the view of a party hosted by one of their other friends. when the camera panned to the right, there she was. holding a cup in her hand, laughing and smiling at whatever he was telling her. at first matt didn't think anything of it. she was allowed to have friends who were the opposite gender, as did he. plus, they have broken up for a couple of months at this point. yet, the reminder of the promise lingered at the back of his head.

the second time happened when nate, a friend of theirs, was at a party. over the months nate told matt how after the couple broke up she stopping hanging out with him and only saw her at parties or at the grocery store. however, at the party he was walking around and spotted y/n he was going to go greet her until he saw someone wrap their arms around her and place a kiss on her neck. he gasped, thinking about matt and how he has no knowledge of this. although it wasn't his business, he stayed quiet until he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

from matt

hey, what are you doing?

to matt

just got to a party, you?

from matt

nothing much, sitting at home

sounds like fun! is she there?

to matt

yeah i just saw her

from matt

is she with anyone?

nate sighs leaning against a wall, not wanting to break the news.

to matt

yes..

from matt

oh

matt was heartbroken to say the least. what about the promise? he thought. did she not care about him anymore? or is she just hanging out with someone as a friend? he tried to get rid of the thought and tried to think positively. she's waiting for me. he thought. only a couple more months and he's moving back home. just six more long months.

the triplets couldn't find a time to visit home. their schedules was jam packed, it was meeting after meeting, video after video and collab after collab. he was tired, both physically and mentally. luckily they only had two more months in LA. he paced around his room, should he or should he not? the question lingered. i should. he made up his mind. matt picked up his phone and looked for the contact who was metaphorically collecting dust in his contact list. pressing on y/n name, he brought the phone up to his ear and waited for her to pick up.

"sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable." he hears the sound of the automated machine instead of the familiar soft voice. matt's heart drops. maybe her phone got stolen and she had to get a new number? he tries one more time. maybe it was a glitch. he clicked it again. "sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable." he's yet met with the same automated voice. "what the hell?" he dropped his phone onto his bed and ran his hands along his face.

the two months had went by faster than a blink of an eye. they did one more walkthrough of their empty LA home before their uber arrived. all of their furniture was fairly new so they decided to donate it all. they shipped most of their valuables and clothes back home and were going to be flying with only a suitcase and bookbag. they couldn't be more excited about going back home. when the lease was about to end, they decided that LA was not the place for them and wholeheartedly agreed to move back home to boston.

at home, the one person he thought about was y/n. would she be excited to see him? of course she will. they promised that they'd wait until matt got back. he couldn't wait to make it up to her for the time he had been gone.

tonight, the triplets and nate were going to a party hosted by one of their high school friend. matt had a feeling y/n would be there and he couldn't wait to see her. he put on the flannel that she really loved and the cologne that she had bought for him and had it shipped to his LA home. entering the party, nick, chris and nate went to mingle around while matt stayed back in hopes of seeing y/n. as he walked towards the back of the house, he saw her. once he spotted her and made his way to her, someone stepped in and kissed her. matt stopped in his tracks and felt everything around his stop.

when they pulled back from each other. y/n felt someone staring at her and she looked around and saw matt standing a few feet away from her, a heartbroken look on his face. he was wearing her favorite flannel. "i'll be back." she told her now boyfriend. matt quickly turned around and headed straight to the front door, y/n in heels couldn't keep up. she saw him exit through the front door and sped up a bit, outside, the air was chilly. she she wrapped her arms around herself. "matt, wait!" she saw him walking toward the sidewalk.

she caught up to his and grabbed him arm. "i- i can explain, matt." he rolled his eyes. "i saw enough, i don't think you have to explain yourself. you broke our promise." he tried to walk away but she grabbed his arm again. "matt, what the fuck was i supposed to do? you were across the fucking country! i couldn't put my life on hold and wait for someone, i had to move on." she argued. "but you promised, y/n! you fucking promised. i tried not to believe that you would do something like this the first time i saw you with him on someone's story!"

"you never called after we broke up! you never texted!" matt scoffed. "you changed your number, don't you remember? i tried to call you months back but the call didn't go through." she furrows her eyebrows. "i didn't change my number." she says. "well then you blocked me- it's whatever, you've clearly moved on, i don't think you'll need my number anymore." he walks away and y/n doesn't have the energy to grab him again.

"matt." her voice quivers, on the verge of tears. "you broke the promise, y/n. i- i cant anymore. i'm sorry." he turns to look at her before walking away.

[obsessedwrhys]

UNFORGETTABLE

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Frank Woods takes you on a date at Burger Town (fluff, cursing, just reader and woods being a lovey dovey couple, reader is fem and also bell in this story, backstory will be explained using the plots of the campaign and seasons, reader experiences side effects from brainwashing, adler never shot bell in this fic!!)

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From being one of Perseus's trusted spies to working for the CIA, throughout your entire life you weren't sure who you really were.

However, it didn't take long for the truth of your past to slowly uncover itself when you and several others were tasked with taking down Stitch. From there that's when you learned your true identity.

Even then, you never felt like that person was you anymore, so you went on the rest of your life with a new name. Your own identity.

Despite the horrors in those events, some good managed to come out of it. You were able to score yourself a loving boyfriend.

Sure, he hates the soviets but you were a different story. Everybody deserves second chances right?

That's why during your mission at the USSR where you two were paired to infiltrate a russian base, he was absolutely baffled when you weren't familiar with the mascot of a famous restaurant he loved.

"Shit, it's Bubby! I fucking love Bubby!"

"Who's Bubby?"

"What?! You don't know who this is??"

"Uhh..."

And that was way before you guys started dating. After everything has settled down and that you two were blessed with free time, he decided it was only right to let you live your new life with a fresh start. That fresh start happen to be through the doors of the Burger Town entrance.

"I can't believe you managed to convince me to do this" You laughed as your boyfriend practically drags you into the place.

"You talk like I'm forcing you to join a cult" He said before letting you stand in front of him to queue up.

"Judging by how much you praise this restaurant, it might as well be" You joked which had him laugh.

"Oh yeah? And would you join if I asked you to?"

"Nope but I might turn you in for some cash" You responded which made him playfully grab you around the waist in an attempt to tickle you.

The second the customer at the front left, the two of you quickly stopped playing around and tried to act normal as it was your turn to order. You looked through the menu. So many interesting selection...

"Double Chili Time Bomb...?" You smirked at Woods who's standing over you. The two of you exchanging knowing glances at a shared memory.

"How about we leave that story in the past" He said almost like he's pleading you to forget it and you found it amusing.

"Because you mistaken a kid's backpack for a bomb and had everyone including me panic for no reason?"

"I didn't rest that well the night before okay. Now what are you gonna order?" He said and you looked back at the menu, going through each meal and being indecisive on which to choose.

There's so many...

But which one is ACTUALLY good?

Hm....

"Did you fall asleep?"

"Shhh" You waved at him dismissively to try to shut him up, but he ended up grabbing your wrist to place soft kisses on your knuckles.

"How about you go find us a seat and I'll order what you want" He said and you looked at him.

"You know I don't like—"

"I know"

"And I hate eating—"

"I also know that honey" He leaned in to place another kiss on your forehead.

"I did promise you a good meal so don't worry 'bout it" He spoke and you gave him a smile of gratitude. Feeling reassured, you eventually left to find an empty table to sit.

You're no expert but you're pretty sure you found a good spot. It's by the window and you guys get a good view of the streets. After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to find Woods carrying a tray of the food he picked out. You could only watch in awe as he settle it down on the table before taking the seat in front of you.

"You ordered so much" You said.

"They're not all for me if that's your concern" He handed you your burger and you chuckle at his answer.

You remove half of the wrapper around your burger and just from the looks of it, it looked delicious, not to mention juicy. You then looked over at Woods who seem to be waiting for you to take your first bite. You couldn't help but struggle to contain a smile when you wondered how long he was staring at you.

"You look like Mary when she's waiting for us to feed her" You said, referring to your dog. An Australian Shepherd you two rescued from a shelter.

"Is that your way of calling me cute?" He asked with a cheeky smile. His confidence having you laugh.

"Shut up" You simply said but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Not being able to wait any longer, you took a cautious bite of the burger. You kept chewing on the food but ended up pausing when you realised it was actually good. So he wasn't kidding. You thought and continued chewing but this time faster. Your act easily made Woods eyes light up in satisfaction.

"It's good isn't it?" He asks as he finally eats from his own burger.

"Its sow yummey" You said with a mouthful and he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he found you in this state.

"Careful, I don't want you to choke" He grabbed a napkin and gently wipe the sauce off your cheek.

Taking his advice and also not wanting a heartburn. You took your time enjoying your burger and swallowing when you wanted to say something. At the same time, he was also enjoying his meal, he was leaned back and relaxed in his own seat.

"What did you get for yourself?" You asked before drinking from your straw. Your question made him look at you.

"Burger Town Classic Burger. You can't go wrong with the original"

"Can I try??"

"Only if I get a bite of yours"

"Deal"

Exchanging your burgers, you quickly took a bite of his and you couldn't help but melt at the taste. The sauce makes it so much better! Seeing you taking another bite, Woods couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm getting the hint I'm not having my burger back" He said but you simply kept on eating, grabbing some fries while you're at it.

"Why didn't you take me here sooner?" You asked as he drinks from his shake.

"I would have if we weren't getting sent around on missions so much"

"Oh yeah...."

Right as you were about to take another bite, you felt a sharp pain from the front of your head. You wince as you grabbed at your forehead. This catching Wood's attention immediately.

"Shit... you okay?" Woods quickly stood up and was ready to rush to your side but you gestured him to stop.

"I'm good. Just an ache..." You rubbed your temples in an attempt to sooth the pain and it was slowly working.

Once he was sure you won't faint or fall over, he sat back down on his seat with his eyes still watching you cautiously.

"Is the medicine not working?"

"It is, Park just says it takes time since they dosed me with a lot of drugs, but the wait will be worth it..." You hold his hand from across the table to try to comfort him. His hands not hesitating to squeeze back.

It remained quiet for a while until he let's out a sigh. His tone indicating he was upset.

"... I'm sorry—"

"No... don't even start. You didn't know I was being experimented with. You don't owe me an apology"

"Okay..." He muttered but he couldn't bring himself to look at you. It was clear he still felt some sort of guilt from what happened.

Just then, you grinned when you remembered something.

"I never got to say, I still can't believe you beat up Adler when you found out. Mason told me you also punched Hudson when he tried to hold you back" You said, trying to change the mood of the conversation which worked because you could see the corner of his lips twitched slightly upwards.

"Yeah well if they hadn't stopped me I would have killed that son of a bitch" Woods said as he hesitated for a while before finally locking eye contact with you.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Fuck... the things I'd do for you..." He chuckles a bit, almost like he's in complete disbelief to the fact he finds it humorous.

You could only beam warmly at his words, feeling loved by the reminder of the memories you two shared.

"... thank you for always taking care of me" You said and it was enough to have him all flustered. He shakes his head slightly with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't thank me for something I'd do for you" He said. Then he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your face to caress your cheek.

"Now come on, let's eat before the food gets cold" He said, reminding you of your burger that has been left unattended on your plate for so long.

"Ugh, I hate cold food"

"I know"

[thehollowwriter]

Warnings: Blood, death, implied cannibalism, medical neglect/malpractice Word Count: 1944

Key: Regular text is for the present. Italics is for flashbacks, bold is for journal entries

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ♥️)

Lamentations Pt 6.2

It started with my grandfather coughing up a torrent of blood one day.

"It's fine," He told me through ragged breaths and pained grunts. "I'm fine, Silas, just go eat."

Naturally, I didn't listen, and when Morrigan and I's attempts to solve the problem failed, we took him to Atlantica General.

Our last time there didn't change our opinions of doctors all that much, but I knew there was nowhere else to go and nothing else to do.

We were there for hours before even got someone to look my grandfather over. It was nightmarish trying to get someone to start tending to him. Nurses and doctors alike would glance at us, then quickly shuffle away to a new patient just coming in.

Silas bit his lip, hovering close to Emrys and flattening his earfins. The lights overhead, far brighter than lanterns, hurt his eyes. All around him, children shouted and screamed, and patients and their carers chattered and talked. It was so loud.

"It's gonna be okay," Morrigan assured me. "He's gonna be okay."

Morrigan was wrong.

Eventually, someone came around to around to help, flinching under Morrigan's withering glare and "apologising" for the delay.

Things seemed fine at first. My grandfather got looked over and tested, and then he was led to a room to lie down in, and he was given an IV so they could give him back the large amounts of blood he had lost.

"It may be a case of chronic bronchitis, but we can't say for sure yet." They told me, or rather, they told Morrigan and pretended I wasn't there.

Grandfather seemed fine after a while. He insisted that he go home, wide awake and perfectly stable.

He died an hour or so later.

It was so out of nowhere that it's probably the first time a death has actually shocked me.

He was fine, talking to us, and then he suddenly collapsed backwards, and Morrigan had to yell for the nurse.

We were forced out of the room, and about ten minutes or so later, they announced time of death and we were given the papers for it.

23:47, September 12th.

Silas stared blankly at the nurses in front of him as the world seemed to fall away. A numb, dull feeling came over him. Everything around him blurred, and voices became muffled.

Morrigan said something, but Silas couldn't hear. The only thing his ears could pick up was the rampant beating of his heart.

It was a heart attack, they said. They couldn't do anything about it, they said.

"Lies," Silas wanted to say. "You're all liars."

But he could only stare at them as they spoke to Morrigan instead of him.

A heart attack. How could they know? Where was their proof? Morrigan had to threaten them until paying more attention when the IV came loose and it went ignored for far too long.

"My apologies," said the nurse, not sounding apologetic at all until Morrigan decided that maybe suing for neglect wouldn't be that costly after all. "One of our students must have done the IV wrong. I'll fix it right away."

The nurse swam off, and Morrigan gripped Silas' shoulder to stop him from ripping his face off. Silas settled for a dark glare.

Morrigan told me he'd pay for the funeral service, but I declined. I'd already leeched off his money for hospital care, and besides, coffins and tombstones are not how we-

Silas scratched the word out.

-I do things.

Silas let out a heavy breath and blinked up at the ceiling as the few clear memories he had came flooding in. If he imagined just enough, he could feel the comforting feeling of his grandfather squeezing his shoulder.

His eyes suddenly felt very wet, but he blinked it away and kept writing.

I suppose I should be grateful. My grandfather's death was unfortunate, but it was quick, and he was well fed and happy at the time.

Over the course of my life, very few of my family died in a way that we were able to bury them. Most of the time, there was nothing left.

When we did have a body, though, and we weren't desperate for food, we would bury it deep under the sand without any markers.

We never believed in a final resting place. As those we have lost decompose or are eaten, they come to form a new part of the endless cycle of life and death. They are all around us, even if we never see them again.

I buried Emrys deep inside the kelp forest outside of Midway.

Silas stared at the mound of sand rising above the rest, the only indication that there had been a disturbance. The only sign of some sort of grave. A lantern hung loosely in his hand, flickering. Shadows danced around him, painting a grim atmosphere.

Alone in a dark forest with only his grandfather's body to accompany him, Silas thought about when his grandpapa died.

He couldn't remember how. But he remembered something circling the cave they had all crammed into, patiently waiting for them to get desperate and try sneak out.

The night it happened, Silas saw the tears in Emrys' eyes, the grief and regret that was etched onto his face. And later, when everyone else was asleep, Silas watched him cry until his eyes got all red and puffy.

Silas thought about that family at Atlantica General, one that got similar news to him. He thought about how they sniffled and cried, tears dissipating in the water. Anguish and heartbreak seeped into their voices when they spoke.

Silas never cried. He never seemed to feel that heartbreak, that pain, in the same level as others.

He avoided thinking about who lost. Tried not to think about his time in the hospital and what he could have done differently or how he would never see Emrys again.

His eyes remained tearless. His face remained blank and inexpressible. When he spoke, he sounded as flat and monotone as ever.

Like he didn't care at all.

"Is there something wrong with me?" He asked the empty kelp forest. He was met with only silence.

Emrys. No last name. Our family name is long gone. Emrys, the head of what was our family, who survived over seventy years in the abyss.

Emrys, who stayed by my side to raise and protect me and teach me everything I know alongside my grandpapa, even if logic dictated that sticking with a disabled teenager with bad memory was a risk, a waste of time and resources.

Ask me who my father is, and I will you it's Emrys. The details don't matter.

I like to think my grandfather is with my grandpapa now, reunited with his love. I don't think I believe it, but it's a nice thought.

It was hard, the next few weeks. I had never been hit so hard by the death of family before.

Morrigan tried to comfort me, but I made things difficult. I was snappy. Irritable.

"Leave me alone." Silas snarled. "I told you, I'm fine. Stop pestering me."

Morrigan awkwardly drew his band back and swallowed. "Sorry. You're sad, and I want to make you feel better."

'Sad doesn't even begin to describe it.' Silas wanted to say, but all he did was growl and slam the door in Morrigan's face.

I regret treating him like I did. Even if he forgave me for it. I know I hurt him. He left me alone but hovered around, staying in Midway whenever he had the time.

"You might want to be alone, but I won't leave you here," Morrigan said. "Not like this."

Silas wanted to shout at him to get out, to go away, but the thought of being truly alone in that grimy, scrappy building made him feel sick. He bared his teeth and left Morrigan in the kitchen.

They say acceptance is the final stage of grief. Not for me. For me, it's the first stage. My grandfather was dead, and I knew it. There was no bargain I could make to bring him back, no deal I could strike. The second stage is mind crippling fear.

Morrigan is very powerful, but my grandfather is the strongest person I know. He outlived three generations of my family, carrying on despite the loss of each and every one of them besides myself.

He won every fight, teeth and claws coated red with blood, and magic burning bright orange. He used Abyssal magic as easily as he breathed, channelling the power of life and death as if it were second nature.

I suppose I suddenly realised that despite the dangers I had faced and overcome... I had someone to go back to. I had someone to protect me, treat my injuries, teach me how to survive, and advise me. My grandfather was an advantage, a safety net I had never truly appreciated before.

And then he was gone, leaving a hole in my chest and the sudden realisation I didn't have that safety net anymore. I was the last living member of my family. There was nobody else left. I was completely and utterly alone.

No, that wasn't true. There was still someone there, alone in the grime infested kitchen of my grime infested home, crying, because he loved Emrys and missed him and was worried his partner was spiralling.

I knew my grandfather would want me to carry on and to accept what Morrigan has offered me.

Silas finally slunk out of his bedroom to find Morrigan staring out the kitchen window and at the lanterns that lit the streets of Midway, and he felt overcome by a sudden sense of déjà vu.

Morrigan's eyes were red and puffy, and though he wasn't crying anymore, his lips trembled, and his breathing was ragged.

It was just like Emrys when his husband died so many years ago.

Silas made his way over to him and rested his head on Morrigan's shoulder. The other mer barely reacted. They stayed like that for a while, silently gazing out the window. Then, Morrigan spoke.

"He was my friend."

Silas nodded. "I know."

"I-" Morrigan's voice quivered. "I miss him."

"I know." Silas said, then paused. "I'm... sorry."

"It's ok." Morrigan replied readily, taking in a sharp breath and blinking back tears. "It's ok. You... you just list your dad, and you can deal with it however you want... I just-"

Morrigan cut himself off and burst into tears, covering his face with his hands to try hide it from Silas.

"It's ok." Silas mumbled, pulling Morrigan's hand away from his face to hold it. "We'll be ok."

I don't think I've ever seen Morrigan cry before. It was an odd sight, especially on someone usually so stubborn and smug.

It helped me, I think, seeing how he mourned for Emrys and how much his death hurt him. I didn't feel as alone as I did before.

We spent the night coiled together, taking comfort in each other's embrace. All we had was each other, and it would remain that way for a long time.

Silas put his pen down and blinked at what he had written, a dull ache in his chest.

The door opened, and a pair of bright pink and yellow eyes peeked around it.

"Uh, Mister Silas, we need your help. Basil messed up the traps again."

Silas took in a slow, sharp breath through his gills and sighed. He could already feel a headache coming on.

"I'll be right there, Timo."

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Meet me in the South

(Subaru Sakamaki/American!FemaleReader)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Reader begs Subaru to escape.

Notes: This might just be like the introduction to the story? There’s no major plot points and more of just a feel. Also shoutout to @fangsforiris for creating the beautiful moodboard above!!!

I’ve dreamed since I was four years old

That the house is slowly on fire

And I can’t get you to leave it

—Alice Notley, In the Pines

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The weather back where I lived was blazing and relentless, the sun would cast an unbearable warmth and all I could do was sit inside, sighing while hoping my ride to the pool would be here soon enough. My hair was always frizzy from the humidity and skin burned a bright red, I had also developed white lines running along my back from the overused swimsuit I wore every trip to the pool.

My last memory of being there was of walking down the road to the convenience store with my friend. We grabbed a couple of cokes and sat on the park bench talking about what my life in Japan would be like. She claimed I was the one who had finally gotten out of the old, small town life. When I gave her my last goodbye, I felt the twinge in my heart knowing it would be a while before I could talk to her like this again. With the warmth clinging to us, to our bodies. At the airport the choking feeling just grew, my mama drove me, she was silent the whole way but when we arrived she eventually started talking.

”You’re sweating bullets, have you been wearing the lotion the doctor gave you?”

”Yes, but it doesn’t really work that well. I’ve been applying it more than often.”

“Maybe you aren’t applying it like you’re supposed to, it says on the package counter clockwise—make sure to rub counter clockwise!”

“Mama, it’s okay, I hear where I'm moving to, it's cold anyways.. “

My mom looked at me and gave me a sad smile, the wrinkles on her cheeks made my heart throb, I also wouldn’t be able to see those wrinkles till I came back.

”You’re nervous, aren’t you? It’s going to be okay,”

”Yeah, a little—I'm okay though, It’s gonna go away when I'm settled over there, I hope.”

She squeezed my shoulders and took a deep breath,

”Smell the air one last time, maybe it’ll calm you.”

I took a breath of the air around me, I could smell strong gas leaking from the taxis, freshly cut grass and the yeast smell from the bread factory I would drive past everyday to and from school.

“You’re safe here mama, I feel a bit better though.. I'll be back soon, just gotta finish my studies… When I'm back, I’ll take you to get some ice cream.”

I could see the tears in her eyes form, she pulled me into a tight embrace—It was short but it eased my nerves for the duration of the trip. My mom didn’t like to cry in front of me, but I guess it was one of those times it was acceptable to. I pulled away and gave her one last look,

“I have to go now, I have everything—don't worry, bye mama.” I kissed her on the cheek before reaching for the handle of my suitcase, “Ice cream, mama.” I smiled before walking away to my gate. That was the last time I talked to my mama.

When I arrived in Japan, people stared—a lot. I could feel their eyes judging me, they definitely knew I was an American. Who could blame them though? My appearance didn’t help my case either: My skin was red and tan as opposed to the glossy paleness over here. My hair was also crazy from sleeping on the plane, and I was in pajamas. I struggled to walk in the airport without getting bumped into for more than a couple of seconds, everyone was moving so fast I couldn’t keep up, back home everyone was more relaxed, but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. The drivers refused to take me to the address that apparently was in the middle of nowhere, I bet you they also thought I didn’t have any money. Eventually, an older man agreed to drive me the hour long way, I thanked him profusely and tipped him a generous amount after. I shouldn’t have thanked him, he probably worked for them. I didn’t realize the danger I was stepping into then. I believe that was the last time I was truly happy— I smiled, laughed, and imagined what my life here would be like the entire plane ride. Now, I want to go back to that very moment and tell myself to run—as far as she can and fast.

Introductions were far from conventional: Instead of my host greeting me, a young blonde girl named Yui—who’s eyes were so red I could feel my arms forming goosebumps, welcomed me with open arms. She had this anxious demeanor about her which should’ve alarmed me, and then there they were, all six of the brothers residing in the entry hall. The only one that really stood out to me was the pale, silver haired man in the back who’s face seemed to always be locked in that scowling, annoyed expression—again, with the blazing red eyes.

I attempted to focus on my studies but after the realization they were indeed vampires, it was hard.

Eventually winter break, the relief for everyone in the household had finally arrived—the brothers spent it like normal. Subaru and Ayato were fighting like always, Reiji was still annoyed with Shuu and the triplets wouldn’t give Yui up. No one really bothered me, unless it was to bleed me and I had gotten used to being alone in my room doing whatever I could to keep busy, I took comfort sitting on the alcove in my room, watching the endless amount of flakes fall from the sky. They fell so gracefully—like they were dancing, but I forgot what it felt to be like that. Laying next to the window also reminded me of the time when my friends would fling pebbles at the panes, waking me up earlier then needed on a summer day just to go run off to the community pool, and to get a couple of cokes for the walk back home—I would always forget to bring a towel so my sandals would squeak loudly when I strolled back home on the pavement, in that hot summer town, I dreamt of when I rested my head against the now still, freezing panes.

“You’re always sitting there, looking so helpless.”

It was Subaru, the brother everyone avoided because he was just too aggressive. For being so strong, he sure had soft features: His hair was like a white rose, the cleanest pick from the bouquet, he stood tall and composed, and his eyes were like early picked cherries, not ripe, but still so red and bright. He was hungry. I started to pick up on that glint in their eyes whenever they were hungry: Their eyes normally had that abnormal gloss that stole all reflection from light near, but when they were hungry—all signs of that were gone. Beautiful orbs were dulled and fogged with their lust for blood or just to satisfy their sadistic needs. The first time one of them tried to feed from me, it was him. He was angry I didn’t comply, leading to purple bruises forming around my wrists that ached for days.

“I like sitting here, it's comfortable.”

“Tch, you know what I’m here for, you should hurry up and get over here so I can get this over with,”

He glared at me from the door with his arms crossed waiting for me to come to him, I knew standing my ground wouldn’t help so I just obeyed him. I hesitated but eventually took step after step to meet him, I unbuttoned my shirt down just above my bra.

“It’s no fun when you don’t fight back…” He grabbed my hair in his fist whilst tilting my head to the side. “I’m too thirsty to complain though.” My heart beat would just race whenever he was with me, him. Just him, feeling his tongue travel on my neck would send shivers I hadn’t previously known of. Even to the sound of his fangs digging into my neck, I wasn’t used to being held so closely by someone—much less a man.

“You’re.. enjoying this? Of course you are, I should’ve expected this… Nn…” My knees were beginning to buckle under my weight, my entire body felt numb I couldn’t see straight—or think.

“Subaru—I think that’s enough..” I placed my hand on his shoulder,

“Damn it! Just let me fucking have this,” The grip on my hair became stronger, he was tugging on it with an even greater strength.

“It h-hurts Subaru!” I pushed against him once more causing him to grab both of my arms,

“I won’t let them get to you—from now on you’re mine.” The grip on my hair eventually loosened, my heart was racing and I looked into his eyes, they weren’t back to that abnormal gloss though: His eyes were still foggy but this time with rage— or sadness, I couldn’t tell.

“The fucks that look for? Tsk, I’ll make sure everybody in the house knows that you’re my property now, and you have no say.” Subaru always dragged that sad presence around him no matter where he roamed, sitting alone on the rooftop, when he stared at Yui smiling with Shuu. Right now I didn’t feel that sadness, instead I could feel him shaking from anger, the anger everyone in the house avoided but I had just gotten myself caught into. Causing me to get pinned down on the hardwood flooring of my room, getting bit over and over again that night.

Later, when I had gotten one of those rare moments to speak with Yui, she told me Ayato convinced everyone for a darts game. Shuu had won the prize—Her and all the brothers watched Shuu bite her to mark his territory, including Subaru. Yui told me she saw Subaru storm out the back door when Shuu sank his fangs into her neck. Yui had been claimed by the vampire who could care less about titles, or existing, she was claimed by a dead man—with no lust for life, instead a hatred for the world he was born into.

“He came into my room, I suppose after, and he just… bled me dry that night. It just feels.. Wrong, I feel something is changing.” I paused for a moment,

“He’s always been sweet on you Yui, I hope you notice that.”

Her eyes saddened and lowered her head down to the ground. Her blonde locks shielded her face, she began sniffling quietly. I just placed my hand on her shoulder, hoping that would soothe her. She didn’t ask to be in this situation, nor did I. Yet, she was always so poise, her will never faltered. Whilst I would lay on the bathroom floor sobbing— grieving the life I had, and lost. She was the spitting image of ideal for the brothers and I trailed behind her, collecting the bits and pieces each one of them had broken—hoping to grasp some of her femininity and hope.

“I don’t want any of this..” She spoke quietly, her voice cracking.

And the break ended. When we returned to school, Subaru made a case of being near me at every moment. A fellow male student had made the simple mistake of bumping shoulders with me in the hallway and apologized profusely when he saw Subaru lurking in the back. He also kept count of which brother had taken blood from me that week or day. Yui was officially Shuu’s so she was out of commission, that left me. A new bride was sent to the mansion—except this one wasn’t under protection like Yui. She was like me, patiently waiting to get murdered by one of these bloodthirsty vampires. Shaking in bed at night from every creek the flooring would make, hoping it wasn’t one of the brothers for their feeding, trembling, knowing they could snap your neck with ease—if they even cared enough to do so, they would’ve much rather watched us writhe in agony on the floor then spare us mercy. She fell under the hands of Laito. He filled her head with false promises anyone would have trouble turning from, I didn’t see her again after he had taken full possession of her. Lord knows what happened to that sweet girl, what a shame, she was so beautiful too. I just remember hearing a wailing cry from the balcony a month after, and a quick snap.

I assume Subaru also heard it, he came into my room demanding blood again—I knew why he was upset, he was wondering what would happen if that instead was Yui. He couldn’t run to her of course, asking if she was okay. So he ran to me, the second choice. I felt like I could read his mind when he mumbled those words under his breath,

“Idiot, could’ve been you…”

I had to accept the fact I would never be Yui. She was the one I needed to model after, but could never be. In reality, she was the missing part of the equation while I could be factored right out. If you asked me why Subaru gave me a chance, I couldn’t respond to you. But if you compared us like how I had compared Yui to myself, I would be Yui, and he would be me. Back in town I had a handful of friends, we would always spend time together in the back of someone’s pickup truck, or in the basement of church after sleeping through the sermon. I was out all day and alone at night, and I liked it that way. Meanwhile, Subaru was alone all day. He was the type to stand by, watching us laugh with our tongues blue from the slushies someone had bought for all of us, excluding him. He would scoff and question why we were laughing at a joke only we would understand. Subaru is someone the boys in my group would call a freak, and whisper to us why we should stay away.

That was the conflict between us: He knows how different we are. When he would blow up in my face about how stupid and delusional I was, I would just admire such passion and emotion. The type everyone suppressed—he wouldn’t, he was real in all ways. He picked up on it, I wouldn’t lower my gaze in fear, or disgust. Just keeping eye contact, analyzing all his little quirks and habits. Truly falling for him.

“You have to leave, it’s not safe here—eventually, they will kill you.” His face was sullied with worry, yet another sacrificial bride was sent and this time, she was Reiji’s.

“N-no, I’m not going to leave you here. I want to stay here with you!”

“You’re not listening! You will die. Here, take this.” He pushed the knife into my hands, I couldn’t react—except for just standing with my mouth agape.

“What is this for?”

“To kill me,”

“What?! Why would I do that! No—take this back, I won’t do that.” My heart was shattered, how could such a beautiful person want to end their life—or have someone just end it?

“Come with me, we can leave—I’ll show you a new life.” His face lost all emotion, he just stared at me—he wasn’t expecting that response.

“It’s not that easy.”

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I jolted awake, it took me a couple of seconds to realize just where exactly I was—I fell asleep watching the snowfall from the sky from the alcove again, It was pitch black aside from the moon shining over the view of the white garden, and Subaru’s pale face peering through the window.

“About time you wake up, open the damn window! Before I break it down!”

I stared at him groggily for a second before fully snapping into reality,

“Oh my… Why are you outside my window?”

I crawled to the other side and unlatched the lock, this was the first time he did this—he liked making appearances. He slid the window open, allowing the night chill in,

“Hurry—get in, the cold air is getting in.”

I watched him crawl through the narrow opening and closed it immediately after,

“I have a door…”

I sat back down in my spot across from him, I huddled in the blanket in an attempt to warm myself from the cold.

“It’s easier through the window, besides it’s a full moon.”

Even after a year of living here, I couldn’t adjust to the chilling air and cold corners all around the mansion. I had begun wearing an extra layer of cotton to keep my fingers and feet from falling off.

“Weakling, it’s not even that cold outside, you’re just too dramatic.”

“You’re not human how would you understand?”

His face dropped, he wasn’t expecting that response from me.

“Are you on your fucking period or something? You’ve been acting all different this past week, and I’m sick of it!”

He pulled the blanket away from me, I shivered from the sudden cold air once again and groaned.

“If you were as cold as I am, you would understand.”

I moved closer to him and draped the blanket around the both of us, I felt the cold pane slick with condensation press against my back and dampen my sweater.

“Tch, you didn’t answer my damn question. What’s been up with you?”

I got quiet for a second, I wondered if he thought it through—or if he was up for it.

“Would you ever leave Subaru?”

he was bothered I avoided his question but I needed to get it out of me.

“Tch, not this bullshit again. I already told you, it’s not that easy.”

He went quiet for a moment,

“What a stupid question, why are you still even thinking of this? I don’t know… I don’t have much here to hold onto— But I have nowhere else to go.”

I listened to him mumble, he did that when he was conflicted. I laid my head against his shoulder and sighed, I closed my eyes thinking of my next question.

“But what if you did have somewhere else to go?”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he looked down at me confused.

“What do you think… That man would never let me leave.”

I grabbed both his hands and held them, turning to face him fully.

“But imagine if we left! Just took a plane…and never came back? It would work—we could go to America! I k-know where we could stay—“

“No, you’re fucking crazy, we’re not leaving. I mean why would you even wanna leave with me? You had your chance to escape that one night. You were just too much of an idiot to not listen to me.”

I frowned,

“Please, just think about it. None of your brothers would have to know..”

He scowled and turned his head away, he snapped his hands back from mine.

“Who the hell are you to tell me to do stuff?”

He grumbled, I wanted to beg him—on my knees to come with me but I knew he would just scoff and walk away. I figured another way of persuading him would work maybe, quickly getting up, I reached under my alcove and the hidden compartment under. I was scrounging for the box of stuff I had hidden for so long.

“Where is it…? Here.”

I returned to my spot and looked at him.

“What is that…? You're hiding stuff from me now? Give me that.”

He snatched the box from my lap and ripped the lid off. The look on his face changed when he realized what it was, I stared at him intently watching for a reaction.

“It’s photos… of my life back there.”

He reached for the photo of me and my friends swimming, I had my arms propped onto the deck with my sunglasses on, I was smiling with my face red. You could see the white lines from the pattern of another suit. My hair was stringy from the chlorine but that didn’t matter, I was happy. My friends were photobombing in the back of the photo. What a cheesy photo.

“Look at how tan I am, you can see the pattern of my bathing suit—those are my friends.”

“You’re just trying to convince me to. You’ll get tired of me quickly and just leave to fulfill your plan.”

I frowned, he didn't trust the idea—or me even.

“I’m just showing you what it was like, look at how clear the sky is.”

I gestured toward the blue sky, as opposed to the cloudy night sky with specks of ice falling slowly.

I smiled looking at the photo. It was one of those days you couldn’t forget, the heat—It was hot, so hot, and I was awakened in the early morning by those rocks being thrown on my window. I scrambled to get ready but I eventually caught up with them, of course leaving my towel behind.

“You’re crazy, we can’t just… leave.”

“Do you really want to live here for the rest of your life? With your brothers? You’ve never even traveled, Subaru..”

I squeezed his shoulder and stood up, “Atleast think about it.” I left the box on his lap, the next picture facing up was a motel, The Safari Inn.

[ibbythebee]

hi!! can you write a seamus x reader one shot where he sees reader getting closer to ginny and gets all pouty cause he never thought he'd be jealous of someone younger than him but eventually he gets his head out of his ass (maybe ginny herself does it for him cause she's tired of them pining or whatever) and confesses to reader

totally okay if you dont feel like it btw cause i know you dont usually write for seamus

a/n: Yabsolutely! Thank you so much for your request, anon. I'm up to write for any of the Harry Potter bois. They all deserve some love. Can I also just say, that I love Seamus' rings.

Green-Eyed

gif credit: @X_phantomhorseman_X on wattpad

pairing: Seamus Finnigan x Reader | best friends to lovers

summary: Seamus shouldn't be jealous of Ginny spending more time with you. You're just a friend to him, nothing more... right?

genre: a good dose of fluffy angst

warnings: jealous Seamus, slightly possessive, pining, 'spud' nickname, Ginny and Seamus banter, little bit o' good old kisses

words: 3.8k

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There you are again, doubled over at something Ginny’s told you. You’d just gotten back from a Quidditch game, and to Gryffindor’s delight, they’d won the game.

It was intense, exhilarating, thrilling. Gryffindor won for Godric's sake, so why—

“—do you look so down?” Neville inquires, settling himself on the couch next to the said teen.

The Irish boy doesn’t do much but sigh and shrug, leaning a cheek on his fist and staring into the fire pit.

"It's the O.W.Ls coming up, isn't it? Yeah." The dark-brown haired boy nods as if he's just said something genius. "I can't say I'm any good at Transfiguration, but I'll definitely help you with Herbology."

Seamus still doesn't react, intently listening in to what might be so funny for Ginny to say to make you laugh so much. Just the sound of you giggling across the common room is causing his heart to skip. He should be the one making the jokes. He should be the one to see how beautifully you grin, how the bottoms of your eyes water once your laughter turns into wheezes of breath.

Dean appears into the Irish boy's vision, and he has to force himself to look up at his tall friend.

"Damn. Why the long face Seamus?" Dean asks with a soft frown.

The said boy only huffs in response, and shakes his head to return his focus to the dancing flames.

"Oh I know what it is..." Dean nods as if he's just said something genius and situates himself between his friends. "It's the O.W.Ls isn't it?"

"That's what I said!" Neville chirps. "Come on Seamus I'm sure you'll be fine. For now, let's just celebrate our Quidditch win."

"Yeah mate, you don't have to look so—" Dean goes to tap his friends shoulder and is instead rewarded with a glare.

"I'm fine, alright?! Nothin's going on. Not the stupid O.W.Ls or class or anythin'. It's nothin'."

The voice he hears next has his stomach in a twist and the tips of his ears turning red.

"What's nothing?" You come out of nowhere, face just inches away from his. You giggle when you see Seamus flinch at your sudden appearance.

He wants so badly to steal you away. Like you used to do when you were in your early teen years. You both loved to just run together, to be outside and be loud. He so badly wants to just take your hand and run off somewhere, away from everyone, away from Ginny.

He'd initially been able to tolerate the youngest Weasley hanging out with you when you had began to talk to each other more often in your third year. He was ecstatic to see that you were getting along with more girls in Gryffindor, but then it got to the point where he began to feel neglected. Where he felt he was second best. Where, when he'd invite you to hang out, you'd tell him that Ginny had already asked you.

"Nothin's nothin'," he answers, standing up with another huff. He runs a hand through his hair and when his eyes dart to yours, your smile is gone and your eyes have softened.

"Is... everything alright?" you ask. Gosh, why is it that anything you say or do now gets his stomach feeling funny?

"I... I said I'm fine," he glances around at his friends, all of them look concerned. Even Ginny who's standing beside you has her brows pulled together.

He looks to you last, eyes lingering on yours for longer than a few seconds. And you look so worried, and he hates it when you're sad. But then he sees Ginny's arm thread through yours and so he combs his hair with his fingers again, voice dropping in volume. "I think I'm just gonna call it a day. Night guys."

Dean, Neville and Ginny chorus in 'goodnights'. You, on the other hand, freeze in place until he begins to walk in the direction of the stairs to the dorms.

You catch the sleeve of his robe and thankfully he doesn't pull away immediately, despite how agitated he looked just seconds before.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow okay? Just us two." You utter. And when he doesn't say anything, you continue gently. "Sleep well, stinky."

With pursed lips, he smiles. "You too, spud."

You watch him walk away, his robe slipping out of your fingers. You stay there staring, until the last bit of his clothes disappears behind the wall of the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Dean asks beside you. "I don't think he's ever been this stressed for a test."

"I don't think that's the reason," Ginny squeezes your arm. She gives you a knowing sort of look, only you have no idea what she's trying to insinuate through her eyes. "Come on, you said you'll chat to him tomorrow, I think it's best we all get to bed. I'm sure he's fine."

"You don't think I said something to him? Have I said anything to him to make him so mad?" You murmur to her. "Oh no, what have I done Ginny?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Shut your mouth right now," her brows pull together when you pout. "You know he's not gonna stay mad at you for long. He never does. You know that."

"But, what if I actually did do something wrong and he... and I haven't even said sorry and he..." An ocean of worst case scenarios flood your brain and you're not sure if you want to talk to him tomorrow, fearing that what he might say will break your heart. Fearing that you'll lose him forever.

Ginny rolls her eyes gently, and pulls on your arm to lead you to the dorms, away from the ears of your nosey classmates and peers. "He doesn't hate you. And he won't hate you. Ever. I just know it, so please stop worrying. Please stop thinking so much... hey, I can see you thinking. Stop."

She taps your head, the place between your eyebrows and it's as if she's just pressed a restart button.

You spring back into action, back straight, eyes less droopy, no more pout.

"There." Ginny says, letting go of your arm as she turns to her dorm room.

You send her a weak smile, and she returns with her own, a more motherly sort of grin.

"It'll be okay, you and him are gonna be just fine tomorrow. Plus, he still called you 'spud'."

"You're... you're right!"

"I'm always right," she makes a show of blowing you a kiss and then opens the door, closing it in front of her until you can only see her face between the wall and the edge of the door. "Goodnight!"

You catch her 'kiss' and hold it to your heart with a theatrical sigh. "Goodnight, genius. Enjoy dreaming about Harry."

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That night Seamus had only one thing on his mind. Dean pressed on to try and get an answer out of the Irish boy as to why he's been acting so strange lately. When there was no notable answer, the taller boy gave up and rolled over to sleep. Seamus, would eventually surrender to his pillow, however then wake up an hour or so later. Such a pattern presented itself that night as he thought meticulously about what sort of answer he'd give you tomorrow, he thought about whether he should lie or tell the truth.

He could tell you the truth, the whole truth; then there's the risk that you won't accept him. That you'll grow even further away from him. That all these years of being inseparable, all these years of being comfortable with one another could fall down the drain in a few words.

And then he could lie. But you don't deserve to be lied to. He hates lying, especially to you.

Seamus is simply in too deep. He thought that this pathetic jealousy over Ginny, a girl a year younger than him, would simmer down over time. It's only grown since. And he hates the way he hates how well you and her get along. He hates how much he envies the smiles you give her, the laughs, the time with her even.

He hates it all because Ginny doesn't deserve any of it. He hates it all because he sees how genuinely happy and excited you are to see her everyday, and you don't deserve to lose a beautiful friend like her, just because he's absolutely fallen head over heels for you.

He has to tell you the truth. Even if you'll never talk to him again, even if his heart breaks into a million pieces, he's going to tell you everything.

Someone's shakes him awake and he groans, rubbing at his eyes and yawning hard. When Seamus' vision finally adjusts to the new morning light, he finds Neville in front of him already in his uniform, smiling down at him.

"Morning, Seamus."

"Hey Neville."

It's a routine. Neville being the morning-person of the friend group, it was decided since their second year that he would be the other boys' alarm clock, so that they could go to breakfast together. If only he'd be able to wake you too, so you could tag along.

As Neville wakes the rest of the group, Seamus is quick to get himself ready for the day. Despite his restless night, his eyes don't look very sullen, he actually looks alright. So he smiles at the mirror, and slips on his rings, those ones that you love. Ever since you complimented them in his second year, a day didn't go by where he didn't wear them.

Dean, Neville and Seamus all make it to the Great Hall and situate themselves by Harry, Ron and Hermione. Even Ginny's already there.

Seamus cranes his neck, but he doesn't see you anywhere. Like a magnet his gaze is pulled toward the Weasley girl and she waves her hand, motioning for him to come to her side.

As the rest of his mates tuck in, he carefully makes it to Ginny and sits on the opposite side of the table.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"Is there... somethin' wrong?"

"Yeah." She simply says and lowers her voice as she leans in closer to his direction. "I know what you're so upset about. And there's no shame in admitting it."

"What are you talkin' about?"

To mask the intentions of their conversation, Ginny picks up a hash-brown and starts to chomp on it. "You know what I'm talking about. There's a reason why I didn't wake up Y/N this morning. I wanted to talk with you alone before she gets to."

"Stop bein' so vague, Ginny. Just tell me what's goin' on." He tries hard to keep his voice calm but firm, remembering that she is also your most beloved friend and he shouldn't be so envious over her. "I'll stop walkin' on eggshells if you promise to too."

"Agreed." She swallows the last bit of her hash-brown and turns to him. "You need to tell Y/N that you like her more than a friend."

Taken aback by her bluntness he coughs into a closed fist and fills his goblet with some juice. "Right. Well. Straight to the point. I was gonna tell her anyway."

"You were?"

"After I sort of yelled at everyone last night, I did a lot of thinkin'."

"That never ends well."

He sends her daggers and she grins back. "I was thinkin' that she deserves to know the truth of what's happenin'. I'm tired of... holding it in."

He wasn't going to admit to her that he's completely tired of being envious over her. Besides, she probably already knows that. With that grin on her face, she definitely knows.

"Good then. I'm glad," she says with a nod. "And for the record sorry not sorry for stealing her away from you."

He wants to glare at her again, but instead he chuckles with a shake of his head. "I can understand wantin' to steal her away. She's... she's brilliant."

"Don't tell me that. Tell her that." With a flick of her chin, Seamus' attention is turned to the entrance of the Hall and he sees your form sauntering in.

Maybe it's because he's going to tell you the truth today, maybe it's because the sun rays pooling through the windows are illuminating your figure like an angel who's just come down from heaven, but you look more beautiful than ever. And when you find his eyes and smile, that toothy giddy sort of smile, Seamus almost stumbles out of his seat to stand.

"Mornin' spud," he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Hi stinky. Did you sleep okay? Are you... feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just uh... are you good to talk now or do you want to eat first?"

"Oh, well we can..." You find Ginny waving at you from behind the Irish Boy and then she sends you a thumbs up and a nod. "We can talk now."

"Great, um..." He looks around the room, especially at the Gryffindor table and a few people turn away their gazes when he sees them watching you speak.

Witnessing you both converse so seriously wasn't a regular sight to your peers. You'd instead always be joking around, filling the Hall with noise and trying to stop Seamus from practicing his charms at the table. So, it's no surprise that they're all staring now, eager to dig up new gossip.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" You murmur, as you step closer to him.

Feeling heat begin to burn on the back of his neck, he tells you 'yes', and without warning takes your hand and sprints out of the room. The last thing he wanted was people seeing him blush.

You yelp at the sudden action, none the less following him, not before glancing at the youngest Weasley, who's looking at you with a smirk.

Seamus takes you through the halls, and soon you realise that you've been here before. You've held his hand and ran in this way together before.

A few students gasp, stepping out when you almost collide. Each time it happens you share a laugh with him, and before you even get to your destination you're completely out of breath, small beads of sweat sticking loose strands of your hair to your forehead.

You're at the flying lesson grounds. Your favourite place when you were younger students, the best place to play tag, complain about the pettiest problems and the best place to just run around until you both can't feel your lungs.

Your feet slow once they touch grass and then to your disappointment Seamus removes his hand from your wrist and falls to the ground in a sigh. His chest moves up and down with each catch of breath.

In no time you've joined him, letting your knees buckle and landing right beside him. Fixing your messy hair, you speak with a breathless voice. "We have to do that more often. I don't know why we stopped."

"Because of Ginny."

Seamus is met with silence. And your eyes. And your pupils are asking him, 'what?' 'Why?' 'How?' 'Why?' 'Why?' 'Why?'

A small bump appears by the edge of his jaw, and then he's sitting up, so you quickly do the same. He looks ashamed; head ducked, corners of his lips turned downward, fingers fiddling with his rings.

Goodness, now that you are looking at him, now that you are actually here and ready to listen to his every word causes his heart to race. Is he really going to go through with this? The possibility that in a few minutes you're never going to want to see him again looms in his mind and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.

"Seamus." Firmly, you say. "Is this what you wanted to talk about? Ginny?"

"No." He finally turns to you, and the moment your eyebrow raises the tiniest bit he folds. "And yes. There's... a whole bunch of things I want to say. Ginny is one of 'em."

He expects you to respond, only silence ensues. Your gaze is stern, yet there's a hint of concern as your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, gently nibbling.

This is it. He sighs a big sigh, and shifts in his seating position till his knee taps against yours. To his relief you don't move away, you're simply completely ready to listen.

"Okay. Firstly... this is the most stupidest thing ever. To admit out loud, you're gonna think I'm an absolute sod, but you deserve to hear it. Basically... gosh. Ever since you and Ginny have been getting closer and closer, I've been spendin' less time with you and..." He clutches onto one ring and squeezes, as if it would squeeze out all his nerves. "And to sum it up, I'm... well I'm jealous. Of her. Takin' you away from me."

Your face is unchanged, still concerned, but still solid and stern. Your eyes move from watching as his hands fiddle in his lap to his face.

"And it kinda, like, pisses me off a little how much she makes you laugh." He turns till you can only see the back of his head, and the gentle dust of pink over the apple of his cheek. "I used to be fine with it. I really did, I was happy that you made such a good friend, especially a girl after hangin' out with just us boys. But then, I just couldn't stay happy. Every time I'd see her... like take your arm or whisper something in your ear or told you a joke that only you could understand I felt... I felt like, y'know, like 'I should be the one doin' that', 'only I can make her laugh that much'. And all that stuff."

He huffs, and manages to move his attention back to his hands, so you can see how much he chews the inside of his cheek, you can see how much he's thinking but how hard it is to let it all out. So, you nudge his knee with yours to continue. To let him know that you're still listening and that he's okay.

"Last night everything came together and I've figured out why I'm so mad with Ginny. You... you can probably guess what it is. But—." With a hand combing through his hair, he takes all the Gryffindor bravery in him to meet your gaze. "I... I really like you, spud."

And all you can feel in the thump thump thump of your heart hammering through your veins.

"Now, I-I-I know that it's out of the blue, it might be weird to hear — I don't know — I don't expect an answer from you. You can hate me. You can never speak to me again, if you want, but I can't keep these feelings from you anymore."

You've never heard him speak so seriously before. So earnestly. So vulnerably. The way his eyes fall on you, you feel like screaming, like kicking your feet. You're relieved to be sitting down, because your legs feel like jelly under his gaze, under his words. Under his spell.

"I like you so much, Y/N. More than a friend."

There's so much you're experiencing internally. And like a cup that's been overfilled, you feel the trace of a line drawing from your eyes own to your chin. The way Seamus' expression softens at your reaction causes you to go overboard and suddenly you tackle him in a hug, burying your face right into his neck, just beneath his jawline. And you sob in between silly giggles as you feel his arms settle around you.

"S-Spud?"

Another round of sob-giggles ensue, as your grip only tightens. "I-I love you, you sod."

It's hard to decipher who's heart is pounding with your chests pressed to tightly together. It's practically all you both can hear other than his and your chuckles of relief.

You finally pull away from him, hands pressing into the grass on each side of his head, your knees straddling his hips.

There's no more words verbally exchanged, as his hands slowly come up to cup your jaw, a calloused thumb tenderly moving across the skin of your cheek bone to wipe a tear. When he sees you grin, he immediately reciprocates.

Those ocean eyes of his look to you with complete adoration. They're apologising to you for taking so long to confess, and they're telling you how much he loves you, with the way his eyelids slightly droop and the corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. It's now do you realise how long and pretty his lashes are. With the help of his hands by your jaw and neck, you lean down to get a better look. You lean in till your noses touch, and then you twist your head and you're so close to him that your lips collide.

His fingers squeeze into your skin, desperate to feel more of you here. At first you're both hesitant, slow with just light touches, getting comfortable with each other's movements. Then to test boundaries, your mouths open a little wider, and he presses against you harder. So much so, you both forget how to breath.

"You taste like orange juice," you whisper.

The rumble of his chuckle reverberates against your body. "And you're just beautiful. I-I can't believe it."

"I know. How is this happening right now?"

"I suppose Ginny is the one to thank. Though I hate to admit."

You laugh, as you help each other to sit up before anyone happens to see you in your compromising position. You take his hand and begin to stand up, pulling him to your side. "Then guess what we're gonna do now?"

"Um... what?" He doesn't like the look of your smirk.

"We're gonna go back to the Hall and you're gonna tell Ginny thank you. And sorry."

"Oh, no, no, no."

You're already dragging him.

"No, no. I've used up all my bravery today, I can't face her now— she's just gonna rub it in!"

"Do you want to kiss me again?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you have to do what I say."

Good Godric, you're the only one he'll listen to, the only one he'll let to boss him around. The only one that can make him melt. Allowing you to pull him back through the grounds of the school, he feels a new sense of heat rise to his chest and neck. You're no longer friends. But you are his. And he is yours.

It's all thanks to a girl with red-hair, and for him being green-eyed.

[randoimago]

Heya Kat, howya doing? Hope you've been well. I'm not on tumblr much anymore but I did want to check in and make a few requests. For Yukiko (Persona 4) and Ryukyu, the SFW Alphabet headcanons: A, C, D, F, I have a few more but I'll ask them in a seperate ask.

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: My Hero Academia // Persona 4

Character(s): Yukiko Amagi, Ryuko Tatsuma

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I'm doing okay, trying to treat myself better. Okay but I read this ask and thought you were putting "I" in this ask instead of the other one 😅 (the comma threw me off)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ryukyu

She can be affectionate but it really depends on how busy she's been. Some days she's very tired and would like to cuddle next to you as she naps. Days when she has more energy, she likes to hold hands with you, exchange kisses to the cheek, things like that.

Yukiko

She can be pretty affectionate, but only in private. Otherwise it'll be glances and a brush of your hands. But in private, she's a big fan of cuddles and just laying down together as you both talk about your day.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I kind of answered this already oops 😅

but yeah they're both big fans of cuddling, it just takes a bit.

Now for how they cuddle,

Yukiko is absolutely facing you as she burries her face in your chest. At first it was to hide how flustered she got. Now it's because she likes being able to feel your heartbeat.

Ryukyu is happy to be either the big or little spoon in cuddling. She likes feeling like she's protecting you, but also it's nice to rest and let someone else care for her too.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ryukyu

This is an interesting question for Ryukyu. While I think she wouldn't mind, I don't think she would. Just because a lot is going on in the hero world and she wants to continue being a hero and helping others. One day she'll be fine with retiring, but not anytime soon.

As for cooking and cleaning, she's good at both. Her cooking is pretty yummy but not any 5 star chef meals. She does enjoy cleaning though.

Yukiko

Eventually she would like to, but that's after she's confident with what she wants to do in life and she's proud of herself. She'll work on herself first but then she's happy to settle down.

She can clean, she's very good at cleaning. When it comes to cooking, well she's a lot better than she was. Her food is edible now. And she takes cooking lessons when she can! So she's trying.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ryukyu

She's very committed when it comes to just about everything. But again, she wouldn't want to marry or be in a relationship anytime soon just because hero work is number one on her mind right now. Once she's sure things are fine for her to retire then she'll be glad to meet someone.

Yukiko

She does find herself daydreaming of finding a prince charming or a princess for herself some day. It's a silly daydream she has but she likes the idea of having someone that's always there for her and someone she can confide and trust in.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Ryukyu

She says it pretty early. She knows that anything can happen any day and so she doesn't want to waste time with hiding her feelings.

Yukiko

She stutters on the word a lot. Yukiko wants to say it sooner than she's actually able to. Of course the process to get there does take a while, but when she realizes she's very flustered and trying to say her feelings only to stumble a bit.

[anditvanisheslikemist]

October 9 - Allergies

From this prompt list. Last year; this year; AO3 (where they will eventually end up).

In hindsight, it really wasn't surprising that everyone in their neighborhood had picked what was probably the last warm, sunny Saturday of the year to mow their lawns. And it was probably also foreseeable that enough leaves had fallen that their dust was getting kicked up through the mower just as much as the grass clippings, which were always bad enough.

Nico was watching from the window, nose twitching in sympathy as he watched Matty's head jerk down repeatedly as he pushed the mower. He'd already gotten everything set up in their bedroom: the air filter on its highest setting, Benadryl and water on the bedside table, a fresh towel on the hook next to the shower, lights set on low. What he would really like to do is be able to mow his damn lawn so that Matty didn't have to be tormented by the one thing he was seriously allergic to every week, but Nico wasn't not allergic to it, and the odds that him trying would lead to an asthma attack were just too high. He'd been trying to convince Matty for the two years they'd owned the house to just hire some neighbor kid to mow for them, but Matty had always been too stubborn to agree.

Maybe this time would finally get him to change his mind.

- - -

huh... dDTT! h'dTCH! ngxxt'chh! ddt! hhhhh... NGXT!

Matty's eyes are worryingly swollen, and he's got his hand clamped firmly over his nose, not even letting go between sneezes, which just keep coming with barely time to breathe in between.

"Okay," Nico says, closing the door after him and ushering him upstairs. "Shower. Here we go."

Jupiter trails after them with a whine of worry, and Nico gives her some extra pets before shutting the bedroom door. He'll let her in later, once Matty's settled, but right now she's likely to knock him over by trying to get in between his legs when he can barely see to walk anyway.

Matty turns on the shower and drops his grass-and-leaf covered clothes with his eyes still mostly closed. Nico tells him to wait a second before stepping into the shower spray, and brings him the Benadryl and water. Once Matty's in, stifled sneezes echoing off the shower walls, Nico picks up the clothes and takes them straight to the washer, where a load of other clothes that need heavy-duty washing is already ready to go. Jupiter tags along as soon as he comes out of the bedroom door, and looks up at him as he puts the clothes in with a forceful t'CHIEW! He delays the cycle by half an hour to so that the laundry isn't going at the same time as the shower, and goes back to the bedroom and sits on the bed until Matty emerges from the bathroom.

"Better?"

Matty shrugs, rubbing at his eyes. His breathing has a ragged edge to it.

"Okay." He gets up. "Lie down."

Matty grumbles in a way that means where are you going?, but piles up the pillows and lies down under just a sheet.

Nico comes back with a wet, cool washcloth and lays it over Matty's eyes. Matty gives a shaky exhale and reaches for his hand.

NIco laces their fingers and kisses Matty's knuckles, then runs his other hand through Matty's wet hair. He hadn't even really dried off from the shower, just dropped his wet towel on the floor. "I know mowing our lawn is a point of pride, but.."

Matty groans. "No. Yeah. We can hire somebody next year." He sniffs hard, and coughs, and Nico adjusts the washcloth on his face.

"I'll hold you to it. Do you want me to let Jupiter in?"

"You know she'll go right on the bed."

"Hey, if that's what you need, I can handle the extra dander tonight. It's only fair."

"Thank you," Matty says hoarsely. Nico squeezes his hand and gets up to let Jupiter in; sure enough, she settles right into Nico's spot and starts licking Matty's face.

"I'm gonna go get dinner figured out," Nico tells him. "I'll be back in a bit." He stands in the doorway, though, watching Matty's hand move steadily over Jupiter's head where it's lolled on his chest, stray puppy-kisses catching him on the chin, until Matty's breathing starts to even out and his hand slows. "Have a good nap."

[sleekervae]

Past Lives [0.4]

Masterlist

A/N: Ooooh. I have such a love/hate thing with romantic tension! There's so much to write and yet I don't wanna' give ya'll a text wall!!

Warnings: none

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Jade had changed her outfit about four or five times, fully undoing whatever packing she had already accomplished. Eventually, she was able to settle on a red long sleeve and black skirt with her leather jacket thrown on top. She face-timed Florence for her opinion.

"You look fine," she answered.

"Fine? C'mon!" Jade huffed, "I need better than fine!"

"Why's it so important? You told me this wasn't a date," Florence asked, biting back her smirk.

Jade rolled her eyes, "Its not a date! I just like looking nice," she reasoned back.

Florence groaned, "Oh my God, Jade, please! You look gorgeous! You always look gorgeous! You and your fucking five-foot-eight legs,"

"I still can't reach the hot peas on the top shelf at Tesco," Jade grumbled. She set the phone against the line of books on the shelf and did a spin in the camera, "You sure it doesn't look sloppy?"

"You ask me again, I'll tear your self-esteem for a new one," Florence threatened, "Just relax, you look beautiful. Now, what shoes?"

"Docs?"

"Mmm, no. Too clunky. Try your trainers,"

"Isn't that too casual?"

"You're the one who said this wasn't a date,"

"Fuck sakes. Alright, I'm going with the converse," Jade yanked her chucks out of her closet and tied them on.

"Now we're cooking!" Florence cried when Jade showed her, "What about the undies?"

Jade glowered at her friend, "Florence --!"

"Tell me the bra is black at least!" she whined back.

Jade took the phone off the shelf, "Don't wait up for me," and she hung up the call before Florence could protest.

As the minutes rolled by, her fingers were shaking with more vivacity. She couldn't put into words what she feeling, how she was feeling, how he made her feel. Part of her was excited just to be surrounded by his energy again, his bottomless excitement and curiosity about everything bringing out smiles so intense her jaw ached. However, she was also terrified of being vulnerable, she feared she may loose the control she practiced every second he was near her, scared she'd do something to jeopardize their rekindled friendship and he'd pull away from her. She picked through the wine fridge for an appropriate bottle, feeling somehow both over and underdressed, and pondering how he'd look and just how she was going to keep herself together.

Austin's approach was much less frantic, though the anxious feeling instilled in him was very much the same. He stood under the shower spray for almost twenty minutes, just reminding himself of all the ways he was bound to fuck this up.

After washing his hair and scrubbing himself down, he patted himself down in the mirror and observed himself long enough to make himself uncomfortable. He was frustrated by the natural nonchalance in his face when he stared back at himself, worried that maybe he appeared as though he didn't care enough. He twitched the corners of his lips, shaved his chin and ruffled his hands through his hair. He picked out a simple pair of slacks and an indigo button down shirt, not wanting to overdress but he also wanted Jade to know that he tried for her.

He now pointed at his reflection, pushing his trembling hands through his hair for the fifth time in ten minutes. This was important and he had to look good, had to feel right about himself. He had dinner simmering in the next room, the smell mouth watering and he felt fairly confident in himself. He checked how much time he'd have to scrape together before her arrival, reassuring himself in the mirror that everything was going to be okay.

Not fifteen minutes later, Jade's cab had pulled up to a gorgeous, old style brownstone. Austin had given her the number to ring for and she waited outside patiently, trying to drown out the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears with the distant traffic. She clutched the bottle of wine in her hand so tightly, she wondered for a moment if the neck may smash.

However, the gate buzzed to let her in and the vinyl wood door swung open. And Austin stood in the threshold, the light from behind glowing a soft, warm orange around his silhouette. The air in her throat hitched.

Austin paused as soon as he opened the door, it took everything he had within him not to choke on the breath he was holding in. His eyes softened instantly at her, weak beyond explanation, and there was something so irresistible about the way she looked, "Hi," he greeted, finally having found his voice.

" -- Hi," Jade stammered out, hopping up the stairs to meet him.

Austin smiled, a tinge of bashfulness colouring his cheeks, "You look fantastic!"

Jade cocked a brow, her cheeks flushing despite her makeup, "You're not just saying that?"

"C'mon," he scoffed back, his grin turning coy, "Like I would lie to the Jade Theodore?"

Jade rolled her eyes, nonetheless trying not to laugh as she held up the wine bottle, "I brought some poison,"

"Ooh, my favourite!" her heart skipped a beat as he read the label, "The slow-working kind! C'mon in," and he brought her inside.

The space smelled wonderful, distinctive of tomatoes, hearty spices, and bacon, all delectable scents that made Jade's stomach turn for an altogether different reason. She paused however when she entered his kitchen and found...

"And here we go!" he presented her with the set up for making peanut butter sandwiches and a plate of freshly cooked bacon. Jade eyed him skeptically.

"Austin, not to be ungrateful -- because you know I love peanut butter... but when you told me you wanted to cook dinner, this isn't quite what I had in mind..." she said.

Austin chuckled, "Yeah I know, this is just the starter. The chilli will be ready in a little bit. And you have never tried a peanut butter, banana-bacon sandwich before,"

"Yeah," she nodded, "'Cause I'd like to keep my organs pumping,"

Austin simpered, remaining collected on the outside, though on the inside he was sweating a little, "I know it's kind of weird, and if you don't want to try, it's no problem. And look --!" he held up a fruit jam jar, "I remembered your favourite jam is cherry! Not the fake, sugary jelly, the real cooked down fruit,"

Jade began to laugh, she wasn't sure if it was out absurdity or the dopey, confident grin he wore. He had told her about these sandwiches before; an Elvis classic that he'd indulged in to help him gain some weight for filming. Nevertheless, the set up was cute and he meant well. And after all, who was she to deny a peanut butter and jam sandwich?

"Alright, what the hell?" she shrugged, "I'll try anything once,"

Austin set out on making their sweet and salty sandwiches while Jade corked and poured the wine. And while it certainly wasn't the strangest food item she'd eaten, Jade was conflicted on whether to love or hate the super rich, super salty and creamy confection.

"It's different," she noted when he'd asked what she thought, "Like, it just screams the 70s but in a weird, comforting way? Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I know what you mean," Austin replied, wiping the crumbs from his lip with his napkin, "Elvis used to pan fry these too, you know?"

"Oh no," Jade chuckled, "I can already feel my arteries squeezing,"

"I thought that was a step too far, too," he admitted, "The first couple days it was fun, but by the end of the week you just feel so awful, you're not sure whether to hibernate or check yourself in to one of those fancy health clinics. Call me annoying, but I felt so much better when I just got to eat salads and chia seeds,"

Jade nodded, "Yeah, that sounds pretty annoying," she smirked back, "And now you get to tone up and look all dashing and commanding for the army pilot who's probably never even heard of bananas,"

Austin leaned forward across the counter, raising his eyebrows at her, "You think I'm dashing?" he asked, his lips teasing her with a playful smirk.

Jade chewed thoughtfully on her sandwich, smiling back coyly as she reached for her wine glass, "The whole internet thinks you're dashing. Especially when you had the full black hair,"

Austin chuckled, "Yeah well -- there's the whole internet's opinion, and then there's your opinion,"

She laughed nervously, a sound he found heavenly, "You want my honest opinion?" she asked.

"Always," he nodded.

"Okay," she mumbled, obviously suppressing a laugh, "You're a very handsome young man, however, you look fucking ridiculous with that jam on your lip," she smiled smugly, pointing to her own lips to indicate the sweetness.

Austin's smile dropped as he reached for a napkin, "Fuck, that's embarrassing," And yet despite her indication, he patted at the wrong side.

"C'mere," she giggled, lifting her hand to his face and swiping at the jam with her own napkin. She lingered there for a moment, staring her his chapped pink lips, wondering whether he'd taste more of cherry, peanut butter, or wine?

"Thanks," he replied softly, swallowing hard as she reluctantly pulled away.

Austin's chilli had finished cooking about ten minutes later, and it went without saying that he was pretty anxious. He'd tasted it over and over to make sure he'd balanced out the flavours, the meat was cooked enough, and that he'd remembered to add salt. Nevertheless, he sighed subtly with relief when Jade took the first bite and she didn't spit it out.

"I remember we had one of our days off set, and you wanted to make sandwiches," she started.

Austin stopped mid-sip of his wine, already knowing where she was going, "Oh God. I remember: I forgot to take the plastic off the cheese slices," he laughed sheepishly.

"I mean, it was a surprise, but it was cute!" she giggled, "I appreciated the intention,"

"And from then on I left the cooking to the craft table," he deduced, "I remember you baked us those cookies once; with the powdered sugar. What did you call them?"

"... Kourabiedes!" she recalled, "I haven't made those in a while, actually. Maybe when I go home?"

"Speaking of, how's the packing been?" he asked.

Jade shrugged sheepishly, "Meh,"

Austin chuckled back, "Meh? You leave -- what? The day after tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah. And I got all the important stuff done," she replied, "But... I kind tore open my suitcase to find an outfit so now I have to repack that again,"

His smirk only grew from there, "You undid your packing job just to find an outfit for this? God, I feel honoured!" he held up his wine glass and took another sip, "I would've made you something better if I knew beforehand,"

Jade scoffed, "The chilli's delicious, you outdid yourself," she assured him, "I still feel that banana sandwich decomposing in my gut, though,"

Austin simpered, "I told you that you didn't have to try it," he said.

"I know, but you had the puppy dog eyes on and I am also a doormat!" she laughed nervously.

"So... you're a doormat because I wanted you to eat a banana-bacon-peanut butter sandwich?" he asked.

"No! I mean -- I -- hold on. What am I trying to say here?" she rested her chin in her hand as she tried to reboot her thought process. He tried his best not to laugh, but he was close to breaking. She was just so cute when she became flustered; her cheeks grew red and she always became so tongue tied. He wanted to collect those moments, store them away mentally and remind him of how sweet she was when he couldn't have her this close again.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes. Okay! I -- what I mean is that I trust you enough that you could talk me into being confident about anything -- within reason!" she explained, "Like jump off a high rise? Mm, nope. Skinny dipping? I'm down for it,"

Austin bit on the inside of his lip, "Jade, if you wanted to go --"

"Austin!" she scolded, picking up and pointing her spoon at him, "I'll kill you with this spoon!"

He had a shit-eating grin spread across his face, he just couldn't resist, "If you wanted to go skinny dipping you could've asked," he said quickly.

Jade dropped her spoon in defeat and put her face in her hands to hide her flushing cheeks. Austin couldn't help it, he began to laugh; a tiny satisfaction in making her blush swirled happily in his chest.

"I hate you," she muttered once she looked up.

"You're so red," he giggled.

"So are you!" she countered, pouting playfully, "You're so mean to me," and he laughed harder, "Ten years later and you're still so mean,"

"I'm sorry," he sputtered, "Really, I'm sorry,"

"Yeah, yeah, you're sorry," she rolled eyes, picked up her spoon, and tried to continue to eat. His eyes were crinkled as he smiled and his shoulders had a little bounce to them, his overall demeanour shone as brightly as a ray from the sun.

They cleared away the dishes before settling on the couch, the half-depleted bottle of wine came with them. They settled on watching Reality Bites, though it did little to empty their heads given the subject matter. Jade had always loved Winona Ryder -- what 90s kid didn't? -- and Austin still remembered that her favourite movie had always been Mermaids. He thought about the first time he'd watched it with her, having very little expectations of what he considered to be some "chick flick" that had actually turned out to be a provocative and charming coming of age story.

Jade kept pressing her nails into her palm, just barely keeping up with the deliciously tumultuous push and pull between Lelaina and Troy. She found it hard to keep focus when she was sitting so close to Austin. Her wine glass sat empty, and given how loose she felt she figured it best to stop before she did something foolish. That didn't keep her however from saying something foolish -- in her mind, anyway.

"Can I ask you something?" she suddenly blurted.

Austin. turned to meet her gaze, "Anything," he replied.

Jade licked her lips, her lips moved to speak, though the more sober side of her told her to know better, " -- Never mind,"

Austin didn't buy it, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she nodded quickly.

His eyes flitted down to her clenched fist, her knuckles almost white, "You're about to poke a hole in your hand with those nails, Jade," he pointed out.

Jade opened her hand, sure enough finding the blaring red nail marks threatening to puncture her skin, "Oops," she simpered nervously, "Can I ask you a drunk question?"

He cocked a brow, "A drunk question?"

"Yeah. Something I'd never dream about asking if we hadn't decimated three-quarters of a bottle of wine," she said.

"You're not that drunk, Jade," he smirked back, "Ask your question,"

She opened her mouth to speak again, her tongue tingling and her brain scrambling for a semblance of rational thought. And then, finally willing to courage to speak, she asked, "Who's your celebrity crush?"

Austin was a little taken aback, to say the least. His celebrity crush? Ten years later, Jade had remembered his coffee order, his favourite book, his favourite sandwich, and she could probably recall the time he and his mom tried to lay a brick pathway in their backyard. And yet, she didn't remember his celebrity crush was --

"Danielle Fishel," he answered.

She nodded promptly, "Right, right. I remember now," she replied.

"You do?" he asked, bordering on skeptical, "Your celebrity crush was -- Shane West, right?"

"Yep," she replied quickly. Her chest rose and fell in soft rhythm, her legs crossed beneath her skirt, and much like the rest of the week, Austin wondered what gears were turning in that beautiful mind of hers. He cursed himself out for his half-witted attempts at flirting with her, trying to figure out not just his own feelings for her, but hers too. She had had moments like this, seemingly about to put herself out there, and then she'd chicken out last minute and change the subject. He wished that she wouldn't, he also wished that he wasn't as afraid either.

"It's kinda cold in here," Jade mumbled, wrapping her arms around her body.

"That's the only downside of this place: the thermostat's broken," Austin replied, "The super called a tech but he won't be getting here until Friday,"

She hummed her understanding. He shifted closer and he watched her carefully, clenching his fist at his side to keep from touching her. She could feel his body heat through the sleeve of her shirt, his cologne spicy and comfortable. His lips parted as though to speak, though he clamped them shut again, inhaling sharply through his nose.

His eyes trailed to her lips, and he wondered if she'd ever thought about it; if the curiosity had outweighed rationality and if she thought about kissing him. It then dawned on him that he had been thinking about it too, staring at her rosy pink lips and it certainly hadn't been for the first time in that week. His cheeks flushed at the realization and he shifted in his seat, he leaned in closer to her with the confidence of the wine on his tongue, and Jade brought her gaze to meet his, the intensity rippling down her spine.

His hair had fallen over his eyes, curly and cool and she raised her hand to brush the locks from his face.

"Whatcha' thinking about?" she asked.

Austin opened his mouth again, his attention however turned to the movie when Fools Like Me began to play over the scene. Jade swallowed back the growing lump in her throat as he turned back to her. The low lighting from the lamp casted a beautiful golden glow against her bouncy hair, he drank in the deep flush in her cheeks and at the tip of her nose, and her green eyes sparkled like vibrant prasiolites.

"Wanna' dance?" he asked, cocking head to the side.

She laughed softly, though when he sat up and smoothed down his indigo button down, she realized he was serious, "Austin..." she muttered breathlessly, shaking her head slightly.

"Indulge me," he whispered.

Lisa Loeb's first chorus had barely begun as Austin stood up and extended his hand to her. She took a deep breath, unable to deny the twinkle in his eyes or that charming, unpredictable smile, then placed her hand into his and allowed him to pull her up.

Austin shoved the coffee table over with his shin, making a spot big enough for the two of them. He laced his fingers with hers and she took a tentative step forward, her lips twitching with nervous laughter at how awkward they were. Austin clenched his teeth down as he brought his other hand to her waist and stepped into him again until her chest was pressed to his.

"I think over is over I'm right back where I started when it comes to wanting you I can't have what I wanted"

He was so handsome and she knew she was testing her own self control by being this close. She watched his lashes fluttered over and over, how his tongue skimmed nervously at his bottom lip, never allowing herself the luxury of relaxing into his touch as she did now.

He was hot to the touch, goosebumps rippling under her shirt sleeves as he began to sway with her, both of them socked and clumsy. Jade rested her chin on his shoulder, trying to come to terms with the reality she was living in. She was really dancing with Austin.

His fingers danced at the base of her spine until his hand was flat against her back, their hips pressed together. He closed his eyes and inhaled her citrus perfume, exhaling peacefully with his cheek against hers, close enough so that if they both turned now, they would meet in a kiss.

"But I did, I can, I was, I am only human, living, dying Just like any fool who ever breathed If love is blind, if love's a drug, it always is, it always was And love was surely made for fools like me"

Her breath fanned over the skin of his neck, her free handing stroking at the back of his hair. He pulled back to count the freckles on her face, admired her fluttering lashes, then he spun her away and back to him again. She laughed as she bumped into his chest and without thinking, her hand came to smooth down his front, the muscles in his chest tightened beneath her palm. Her heart thudded against her ribcage and she was sure he could feel it because she could feel his; the awareness of their mutual weakness further breaking down their barriers.

They swayed slowly, cheek-to-cheek; his lips twitched and accidentally brushed against her neck, and his chest tightened as he felt her shudder against him. He could get used to this, especially with the weight of the alcohol they'd consumed, both of them evidently desperate to hang on to the other's touch.

"Maybe it's the sanest thing Or just the sweetest kind of dream But love was surely made for fools Love was surely made for fools, love was surely made for fools Love was surely made for fools, love was surely made for fools like me"

The movie kept playing even as the montage ended, though Austin and Jade stood in place. He exhaled slowly, his forehead was just a centimetre away from touching hers.

"Can I ask a drunk question?" he drawled, his lips twitching into a smile.

"Sure," she simpered with amusement, her eyes tracing the lines beneath his eyes.

"Do you have to leave?" he chuckled, "To America?"

Jade giggled anxiously, "You don't want me to leave?" she quipped back.

"No. I fucking don't," he admitted quickly. He brought his fingers to her hair, smoothing his thumb over her temple and he spoke before he could stop himself, "Don't go, Jade," he quietly pleaded.

Jade swallowed hard, almost in disbelief that his words were nearly mirroring her thoughts, "I wish I didn't have to," she muttered, "But you're gonna leave, too,"

Austin nodded, blinking and frowning, his brow furrowed with discomfort. They shared a look, both of them hung up on the closeness of the other how that would soon be gone again. Dissatisfied with the melancholic expression on his face, Jade pushed up on her toes and brushed her lips across his cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug.

"I'm gonna' miss you," she whispered, "But this isn't goodbye,"

There was this abundant softness about him that Jade had never witnessed before, a gentility within him that made her feel as though she'd damage him just from her touch. Nevertheless, his ember was vibrant and he laughed softly as he pulled back to meet her eyes again; his heart thundered against his ribcage just from the bravery in the way she held his gaze.

There was this niggling voice in the back of both of their minds, curiosity peeking at whether they could take this opportunity, as there may never be another like it. They weren't desperate twenty-somethings anymore, they were high functioning, busy professionals. Only heaven knew when they'd be together like this again.

"I have a drunk question," she muttered.

"Another one?" he simpered, feigning surprise.

"Yes," she bit her lip, considered the consequences, loudly screamed FUCK in her head, then nodded as she spoke.

"... Can I kiss you?"

Austin was silent, and in being so, Jade panicked internally. She felt as though she was in the middle of a hurricane, everything around her moving about and she was teetering the line of being safe or being hit. She noticed the dimples in his cheeks for the hundredth time tonight, counted the shades of blue in his eyes, wondered how she could ever write them into a song.

And then, he was kissing her.

He was soft and warm, his lips a little chapped but it fit him so well; he was everything she'd expected. She kissed him back softly, but without hesitation, could taste the wine, the spices from the chilli, so overwhelmed by him and yet so unafraid. Austin couldn't get enough, couldn't believe where they'd wound up, couldn't think about anything other than how sweet she tasted, how she gasped softly against his mouth, the way her body was curving into his. It was though something had clicked perfectly within him because he needed more of her, simply insatiable now that he knew what kissing her was like. His hand cupped the side of her face as they finally broke away, neither of them ready for the moment to be gone before it had even begun.

Jade sighed breathlessly, staring at him through her thick and heavy lashes, trying desperately to collect herself. Just as quickly as it had consumed her, the euphoria was replaced with a strong sensation of guilt, "Did we just do something stupid?"

"Do you feel like this is stupid?" he asked, his forehead pressing against hers. His stomach was uneasy as he awaited her answer.

She breathed slowly, trying to process an onslaught of heavy emotions in so little time. She had been so drunk on the moment, trying to discern how wrong and right this was, and still giddy on the fact that he was holding her, touching her, the sensation was so strange and so safe at once.

"Jade?" Austin tenderly stroked her cheek. His mind was racing just as quickly as hers. She had awakened something within him he'd feared he lost long ago, needing her like he'd never needed her before. He was well and truly triggered by the way she was looking at him; but Austin didn't want to make a mistake. He didn't want to put either of them in an uncomfortable situation, he feared pushing her away when he'd just gotten her back.

She would't look at him, a gambit of emotions flickered over her face as Jade tried to decide what she'd done. On the one hand, she'd done the thing she'd fantasized about since she'd been seventeen. On the other hand, she wondered if her risk had really paid off on the course of where their relationship was going.

Nonetheless, she couldn't deny how felt it had good in the moment.

"No," she answered finally, finally meeting his gaze. Her tongue tingled as the next sentence rolled out, "But... I think I should go,"

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 7, Part 4

Promoting the alien agenda* by having more aliens in my sims world. *Alien agenda is not real, much like the gay or trans agendas that are also, not real

If Silas was the infant prince of pout, his brother is the infant prince of grump. Highlights in Part 4 include birth, Silas embracing his big brother role and the new Knightstone infant being difficult in a way Mercedes could only dream of.

Suzanna decides to confront her worries and has a day at work without her disguise. Faye is annoyed but none of her other coworkers flinch. One work task is to mind control sims to be ravenous but she takes pity on Faye, setting her to clean instead. The day ends and she's officially on family leave

Adam: How was work

Suzanna: Really good actually, I got promoted

Adam: Level 10?

Suzanna: Level 10!

Silas: What that mean

Suzanna: Pending a few more brainwaves, I'll be able to get us to Sixam

Adam: I'm not sure if I'm excited or nervous

Silas: I want to meet more aliens

Suzanna: So he's excited

After many unsuccessful attempts at building a sandcastle (apparently there's no room) Silas and I discover he can play in the backyard sand. Eventually Suzanna coaxes him into learning some basic needs on flashcards. He's not too impressed. Imagination is better to him than thinking.

Hold everything, it's go time! Suzanna has started labour and we are off to the hospital. Dr Faria administers an epidural and Suzanna begins to wonder if natural birth was such a good idea. Luckily Adam is here with her and does his best to keep her mind off the pain.

Suzanna decides to defy science and sleep with her eyes open. Following her nap she has a quick snack. Then it's time for yoga ball exercises while Adam entertains her. Eventually Suzanna has had enough. She calls Dr Farias to check and yep, we're fully dilated. Time to move to the delivery room.

Adam: Remember your breathing

Suzanna: I'm scared

Adam: I'm right here

Dr: We need some big pushes now

Suzanna: I can't

Dr: Come on, big push

Suzanna: *screams*

Baby: *cries*

Adam: You did it starlight

Suzanna: I did?

Dr: You did

Suzanna has the record shortest game labour sitting at 12 hours.

Adam and Suzanna Knightstone are proud to announce the birth of their second child, Pollock Knightstone (Pol for short). Adam is a fan of abstract art so he is named after a key artist. While initial appearance was purple, when rested at home Pollock developed a shade of blue closer to his father.

Silas: Brother here!

Suzanna: Quiet starshine, here he is

Silas: *coos*

Suzanna: This is Pollock

Silas: Mummy he pretty, good job

Adam: *laughs*

Silas: But he not steal my starshine

Suzanna: His normal nickname will be Pol I think but I could call him-

Silas: Moondust!

Suzanna: Moondust he is

After agreeing Adam will get up when Pollock needs him the parents head to bed. Silas meanwhile is delighted his parents agreed to let him share a room with Pol. He entertains him with a few jokes before getting a smile in response. Eventually he settles into bed happy.

When Adam goes to check on a crying Pollock he finds Silas doing his best to cheer him up. Adam takes over, giving him some food, while Silas has a quick play. When Pollock has finally settled Adam heads back to bed and Silas autonomously puts his toy away, I'm impressed little dude.

Suzanna has woken up extremely uncomfortable. She is full of milk and her chest feels way too heavy. She does some pumping however and that seems to settle them down for now.

Silas: Morning Pol, how you

Pol: *snores*

Silas: Oh you sleep, okay

Pol: *snores*

Silas: You still sleep now?

Pol: *snores*

Silas: Pops Pol very sleepy

Adam: He's a newborn son, they have to sleep to grow

Silas: Ohh

Suzanna goes in as soon as Pollock starts crying. She gives him a feed but he's still crying afterwards. She tries some cuddles and kisses. After a long time he is soothed and happily goes back to sleep.

Today is the premiere of a new show and geek Suzanna is excited. Adam is pretty sure he's already found plotholes after 10 minutes but Suzanna shushes him. Silas walks in and wants to know what they're watching. Silas is mainly interested in the pretty colours, reaching level 5 imagination.

After the show it is time for Pollock to age up to an infant. He's busy crying to Adam's dismay, and has to be calmed down before the event can start. Sparkles and clouds and we are away. Pollock has rolled the sensitive infant trait which sounds like it will fit his clingy newborn nature.

Suzanna picks up Pollock and senses something wrong. While Silas loved to snuggle in close, Pol seems to be recoiling. She puts him down for tummy time but something is still off. More off than this not counting as a head lift! Come on people, that's 100% a lift head milestone if I ever saw one.

Again Suzanna lifts a sobbing infant. She puts him on the playmat while she goes to get some milk and the problem is revealed. Pol Hates Being Held! He is horrified at being scooped up and feels relief and freedom when put down. Unfortunately he has to be held while being fed milk, no arguments. Bubbles!

Suzanna takes some time to pump and let Pol recover from being held. Silas seizes his moment and goes over to play with Pol, telling him all about the magic ring. After a while Pol seems interested and lifts his arm up, reach milestone unlocked! He smiles at Silas who chatters away to him.

Suzanna: Bedtime

Silas: Mummy, NO! Put him back

Suzanna: He's been awake a long time starshine

Silas: *pouts*

Pol: *cries*

Suzanna: There there moondust, I know, mean Mummy had to carry you

Silas: What now

Suzanna: Now we say goodnight and go find some food *puts on lullaby*

Silas: Goodnight Pol

Suzanna's turn to be on night duty. Pollock wakes up feeling pretty angry but Suzanna gets a smile out of him. Diaper change time and turns out Pol is a Free-Air Tinkler. However it's a number 2 issue, no pee on Suzanna just yet. I get that Pol is angry at being carried but his scowl is adorable!

Suzanna: Come on moondust, tummy time

Pol: *whimpers*

Suzanna: You can do it, mummy believes in you

Pol: *cries*

Suzanna: Keep trying

At long last Pollock raises his head enough for the milestone to count. He holds for 2 seconds then falls back down but I have proof he did it! Well done Pol

Suzanna and Pollock keep practising tummy time for a while. Then it's feeding time, burping time and eventually night night time again. For a second I think he's going to be a self-soother, but no. Fingers in mouth is completely unrelated.

Previous Part ... Next Part

[concoctionboy]

@unexpectedly-wizardposting: You should probably get out, maybe re-explore the skull room and beyond?

(Given that this update involves a lot of drawing including a new room (well, a room I've been to before, but that was before I started including drawings of everything), it's going to be a two-parter; I'll post the first half tonight and then I'll try to get the rest up tomorrow morning.)

Okay, well, first of all, we've spent a long time in this room, so now that we're finally leaving it, I may as well show the map again:

So there are only two places on this level I haven't been (that I know of): behind the secret door in the symbol (northern) room, and in the room to the southeast where something's making an electronic crackling noise. Well, I guess technically there's also the small hole in the wall in the southern room, but while I could easily get through that hole myself, the shapeshifting powers that Xil got when he, uh, ingested part of me have worn off by now, so he wouldn't be able to get through there, and I don't think Flocsle could either.

I've only been in one room in the level above this, though, and I haven't been in the level below this one at all, and I have no idea how many levels this place has, so even if I've explored most of this level it doesn't mean there's not a lot of the tower I haven't seen.

But anyway, yeah, I guess my exploration of the skull room was kind of interrupted when the skeleton woke up and chased me out, so I may as well start by going back there and see what else is there that I missed.

Since we're leaving this room now, I guess it's time to give the man-eating plant my other arm like I promised. The plant argues that we ended up staying there and demanding its services a lot longer than it had initially expected, and demands to eat part of Xil and Flocsle too. That's not an option, because I don't think they can grow their parts back, but I eventually talk the plant into settling for getting one of my legs thrown in.

(And because somebody's bound to make this joke, yes, I guess that means paying off the man-eating plant is going to cost me an arm and a leg. Sure.)

So fine, I remove my left leg and I throw it to the man-eating plant and then… I can't really throw it my arm if I don't have any arms to throw it with. I mean, yes, I can grow more arms, but I don't want the plant to know that. I guess maybe it already knows that from reading my mind—I'm not really sure how powerful its telepathic powers are now—but in case it doesn't know about my abilities, I'd rather keep it that way. Xil offers to throw my arm for me, but the plant says if I walk up to it it'll just bite my arm off and leave the rest of me, so okay, I guess that works.

Yes, I know, I absolutely should have seen this coming. I think I may be too trusting.

Okay, I guess I can't totally blame the man-eating plant for this. We did kind of end up using its services a lot longer than initially agreed, and besides I'm not sure it was sentient until recently so maybe it hasn't really had a chance to develop a sense of morality. Oh well.

Xil says if it's getting too taxing to keep changing my shape, I can just stay like this for a while and he'll carry me. Honestly, it doesn't really take a lot of energy to change shape, but I've lost enough material by now that if I did form back into a humanoid shape I'd be a much smaller version of me and would probably have to be carried anyway to not slow everyone else down, and I kind of get the impression Xil sort of wants me to stay like this, so whatever, I guess I'll just be a leg and a… bottom for now.

Okay, so, back to the skull room.

(Like I said, the rest of this update coming tomorrow morning, since I have to draw the skull room, although if anyone has any ideas in advance for what I should do when I get there you can go ahead and suggest them now.)

[oleander-teacup]

I met was a young man my first week on the job. He looked like he'd come from the 2100s. The technology was shaky then, easily broken, too new.

"Reason for travel?"

"Family curse in Salem."

"Oh? You're a ways off from Massachussetts."

"Yeah," he sighed, shaking his head. "She wasn't an actual witch, she was just from the future. I'm here to make sure she doesn't have a chance to screw up our lives."

"This is quite a way back, are you sure you don't want to aim for sooner?"

"Yeah, it's kind of convoluted, but she's from the past, was sold to an old hag in the woods who was actually from the future... Anyway, she's going to be born in about a week and I have to get to Salem to convince her mother she actually wants to keep her baby."

"Alright. Feel free to travel back here if that doesn't work out. Part of my job is keeping people like you out of my bunker." I handed him a slip of paper with a number on it and a stamp for the time and year. "Please take a seat, I'll get to work on your machine and when it's ready we'll put you back to your intended location when you meant to arrive."

"Thanks."

I heard a thud behind me and turned just in time to see the man with the repairs and a baby in hand.

"Hey. What do you do with, uh..." He gestured to the little one in his arms.

"Okay. FIRST OF ALL, you aren't supposed to displace people from their times, sir."

"Okay, well what else was I supposed to do?"

The man - well - the other man - looked on in shock. "You're me."

"Yeah, pal." He replied to himself. "We're kinda past that. Look, do you want the baby? You and your wife have been trying to adopt, right?"

"But aren't... you...?

"No. Trust me, going there will ruin everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Dude. Look at me. Do you trust m-yourself?"

"I guess?"

"Okay. When this nice lady fixes your time machine, go home with the baby."

"Alright."

I interjected. "Alright, I'm the authority here. You-" I pointed to the original man. "Take his time machine. And the baby, I guess. It's all yours now. It'll have the same repairs when I'm done with it." I waved my hand to dismiss him. "And YOU. My office. Now."

The office in question was actually a small laptop running Windows 23 sitting on a wooden shelf. I pulled a chair up to my "desk".

"Sit."

"Okay, I know you read me the riot act about how I couldn't directly tamper with past me, but I had to."

"And why is that?"

"The baby's my wife."

Silence.

"She- what?"

"That baby is my wife!"

"...Sir. Do you understand the timeline implications this could have? A version of you will now never meet your wife."

"No, no. It's worse than that."

"How?"

"I'm the witch."

"WHAT?!"

"A future version of me made a deal with a couple. I'd lend them 'healing supplements' in return for their firstborn. They were fucking multivitamins! My wife is trans, we weren't able to have kids and this just seemed like the simplest way to have a kid. Ask someone back far enough in time to have the kid so we could have a family without the government meddling in our business."

I groaned. "So let me get this straight. That baby is your son, eventually going to be your daughter, she will grow up and go back in time to settle her life and meet a version of you in Salem, Massachussets-"

"I know. I know! I know."

"Okay. That's weird as shit and borderline illegal and it DEFINITELY steps on the toes of every time single rulebook edition up until the solar flares that wipe the planet in 6702."

I sighed.

"However. It's clear this isn't a new time anomaly. It's been going on since the mid-1600s, so while this isn't your fault, it will be stopped next year when a future iteration of you breaks down in this bunker. Okay?"

He nods.

"Please fill out these documents and send them to Infinity Family Services, they'll try to work out the timeline so future iterations of you can't make some... Weird mobius strip out of your timeline."

Another man steps into my office. It's him again.

"Dude, she knows."

"What?"

"Your wife. She knows."

"Oh. When does she find out?"

"In about 3 years. When Blake starts asking if we can get her skirts."

"We name the baby Blake?"

"Yeah, her name is Blaire now."

"Oh. Okay. That's not my wife's name?"

"She changes it to Renee in high school. I think every iteration of her picks something different."

"...Okay."

"Yeah. Just thought you might wanna know. She ends up getting married to her high school sweetheart in my timeline, and I'm you, so... The problem's solved, you fixed it here."

"Okay. Cool."

"Yeah. Good luck dude, teenagers are tough."

He walks out, leaving me and the man in stunned silence.

"Well. I have a baby waiting at home now. Because past me came home with a baby."

"Yeah."

"Okay. Um... so am I good to go?"

"Yep, just send that paperwork back to this office at this time when you get the chance. Walk-ins are fine. The machine should be running fine if future you installed the heatsink on yours."

"Cool."

I got an envelope a week later. A series of family photos and a handwritten note.

"Thank you for all your help. We wanted to invite you to the wedding! She and her girlfriend are getting hitched this weekend."

And that brings us here. The man looks decades older, but I've only known him for a few weeks. He introduces me to his wife, his daughter, and his soon to be daughter-in-law. They all know the story now, this is the generation that changed, after all.

All that said, my job is pretty simple, all things considered. I just have to keep the timeline from turning into an infinite spiral because of the mistakes of the first generation of time travellers.

It's mostly paperwork. I work the same week every week. The anomalies, though? Those are what make it fun.

Secret bunkers full of time machine repair equipment are placed throughout history by time travelers just in case someone gets stuck in the wrong time. You are tasked with manning one of these bunkers

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[1000 Cuts] Violet

Zinnia was snuggled with Salamence and Altaria. Dawn was approaching, but the group were still sound asleep. A lot has been going on, and it's affected everyone's schedule.

That was, unless something would spray on each of them.

"Hmm--" It took a few times, but Zinnia was eventually awakened by the smell and feel of a weak adhesive on her face. Zinnia sat up and wiped her face with her hand before looking at it. "What the...?"

"Poi! MAMA!!!!" A Poipole swiftly jumped in and tackled Zinnia.

"H--huh?" Of course, Violet wasn't able to budge Zinnia, but it's the thought that counts. Zinnia looked over to Poipole. She had a red bow on her head and was hugging her tightly. "Hey, lil' buddy. Are you lost or something?"

"Poi?" The Poipole blinked. "No! Vi misses mama!"

"Vi?" Zinnia was fighting as much as she could to not make assumptions. She doesn't want to relapse her grief while she's already grieving. "Kiddo. What's your name?"

Violet was getting frustrated. "Violet! Vi name es Violet! Mama not remember?"

"You say that as if you're my Violet. Sorry, kiddo, but mine died three years ago."

"Poi?" Wait. Right! Heidi mentioned this would happen. "Oh! Poi! Vi remember. Mama not know!"

"Not know what?"

Violet let go and flew off.

"Hey! Don't go making a mess, now--"

And she's already back. She had a paper in her hand. "For mama! Gamma left this for mama."

"Huh?" Zinnia looked at the letter.

Check your phone. -Lacey

"Oh, right. Gimme a sec." Zinnia grabbed her phone and looked at the text chain.

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[TXT, Zinnia]:

Sorry that I have to message you like this, but I wanted to make sure that you received this and can verify that it's me.

I decided that it was time to leave to the Hall of Origin. I'm sorry that I had to do so in the middle of the night, but I couldn't bear the pain of saying goodbye in person.

We're all still grieving the loss of Nami, and I don't want to get in the way of that. However, at the end of the day, she has trusted me to take the mantle in her stead. I have finally accepted my new role and am on my way to Sinnoh now. Also, took Melony, Tor, and Aegir with me. They'll be living with me from here on.

I will be in talks with Rayquaza soon about the terms of our divorce. I'll be coming over when I'm settled to pick up my belongings and properly move out if that's okay. Also, decided to keep little Lati there with you guys permanently, but I will be visiting him often. Please take care of him for me? Heck, be his trainer if you must and he desires to be. He's still young and innocent and I still wish the little one nothing but happiness.

Thank you a million for being in my life. I know that I said that in person but I cannot state enough how much you have meant to me. I'm sad that this is goodbye and that this is the end of our journey together, but knowing that I will still be there, watching over you still fills me with joy. Make sure you look out for yourself and for Rayquaza, okay? Love you!

P.S.: As a final gift for you guys, I figured a way to revive Violet -- or, well, turn her back. Apparently Dragapult was Violet this entire time, but that's something I can explain later. Anyway, she and I had a heart-warming talk after I brought her back. She remembers everything leading up to and including her death, and she remembers her time as Dragapult. However, she has permanently lost her ability to evolve. I hope that's not a deal breaker, but that's the best that I can do.

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"...." Zinnia was silent as she took everything in.

"...? Mama?"

A tear started rolling down her face. She wiped it away. "Lacey.... Ya really gotta make me cry like this, huh? Of course, that's not a deal breaker."

"...."

Zinnia turned to Violet. The streams of tears were still being held back... just long enough to grip Violet in a big hug.

"Violet-- I-- I'm so happy to see you again. Mama missed you so much!"

Violet was giggling as she was being hugged. "Vi miss mama too! Missed mama thiiiiiiiiiiis much!" She tried to give the biggest hug that she could.

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Hey! I loved your Maverick fics! I would love to request a 1986 Maverick fic if possible!!

Maybe where the reader and Maverick are married and the reader is heavily pregnant and could go into labor at anytime so while he and Goose are doing their training Carole and Bradley have been staying with the reader to help her out.

Maverick has to go to training one morning so the reader didn’t say anything to him about the little pains she had been having in her stomach all night and eventually as they day goes on they get worse until Carole notices her pain and then her water breaks so Carole rushes her to the hospital before calling Maverick.

Maverick and Goose were in the middle of a training when they got the news and immediately landed before rushing to the hospital. Maverick is with the reader the whole time and talks her through the labor making sure she knows how proud he is of her and it’s just really sweet. Then after the baby is born Maverick is so happy and it’s just a really cute ending with maybe The Bradshaws getting to meet their godchild.

Author's Note: Hi, Anon!! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to write the requests, but I have to work so often. I hope I created what you asked for, and I think it is so cute. When I get off, I'll start working on more fics.

Word Count: 2.2k

“Carole will be here soon with Bradley, and she’s more than qualified to help you—” Pete mentions while picking up his jacket and keys. He’s been rushing around all morning to make sure he has everything before leaving you. You were nine months into the pregnancy, and every day the baby wasn’t here, Pete was extra careful around you. He would always have Carole over when he wasn’t able to stay at home, so you were taken care of. 

“Pete.” You try to interject so you have an opportunity to calm him down, but he continues to rush around the house and check everything. He takes a quick second to look out the front window to see if Carole was pulling into the driveway. 

“—and you’re feeling okay? No pain or sickness?” When he sees her car turn into the property, he goes to unlock the door and open it for her. He sees little Bradley running to the house despite his mother’s calls to stop, and he hugs Pete. The force of his hug pushes him back a little bit. 

“Pete! I’m perfectly fine. The baby is playing very nice today.” You console, though, it’s not true. Last night, you could feel the baby being restless, and they wouldn’t settle down for anything. Then, you could’ve sworn your baby was gone with how much weight you felt being lifted off of you after a few hours.  This morning you had the baby kicking you constantly, and when you got up, it felt as if you could fall to the ground. Deep down, you feel like today could be the day, but you’re holding on to the hope that Pete will get back before then. 

“Okay, here’s Carole. You two have fun, and I love you! I’ll see you soon.” Pete kisses your forehead before leaving. You watch from the window as he runs to his bike, but before he speeds off, he gives you one last wave. 

“That boy is crazy for you.” Carole comments over your shoulder, giving  you a small fright. You turn your head slightly to her. 

“He better be.” You both laugh, but it’s quickly stopped by a sharp pain in your abdomen. You let out a small grunt and lean forward to lean onto the wall by the window. 

“Are you okay?” She rubs your back soothingly as you wince in pain. Bradley gets off of the couch to hold your hand. 

“I’m fine. Just a little discomfort.” You let out a shaky breath and stand back up. Looking down at Bradley, you put your other hand on his cheek with a smile. Carole looks at you with an unconvinced glance, but you walk away before she could say anything. 

“Do you want anything, Carole? Tea? Coffee?” You ask while taking down mugs from the cabinet. You even get the special small mug you keep for Bradley. While he wasn’t allowed to have coffee yet, you always made him a warm, sweet drink so he doesn’t feel left out. 

“A coffee is fine, thank you.” She reaches for the milk in the refrigerator, and Bradley basically loses his mind because he knows what you’re making. He happily jumps onto a dining chair and dances in place. You laugh at the gesture, and it has you thinking about your future kid. What it would look like when they got excited. Suddenly, you realize how dirty the kitchen is. While you wait for the coffee to brew and the milk to warm, you grab a cleaner from under the sink to wipe off the coffee stains and sugar that are on the counter, and you spray down the sink. 

“Sweetie, go lay down, I can get this for you. I know you have to be tired.” Carole stands up from her seat at the table, but you wave your arm at her. 

“I’ve got this, Carole. I actually feel pretty good.” You wipe one last stain on the sink before the coffee pot beeps, letting you know that it was done. You fill the two cups up and start working on Bradley’s drink. Honey, milk, and cinnamon all mix together easily, and all three of you sit down at the table. After a few minutes of silent sipping, you lean over and wince again at the pain causing Carole to get up. 

“It’s fine! Probably just those fake contractions. I just have to push through it.” Your grip on the table gets tighter until the pain eventually becomes dull. Deciding you’ve had enough, Carole gets up to make breakfast. You look up from your mug to see Brad looking back at you. 

“How are you this morning, Honey?” You ask, and he gives you the most precious smile. That’s when you notice a piece of his hair sticking up away from the others. 

“It’s been okay. I’m just excited for my new friend to be here.” He mentions while playing with the placemat on the table. Carole smiles from her spot at the stove. 

“I’m sure they’re just as excited. Maybe that’s why they keep kicking around!” You smile which causes him to let out an adorable giggle you’ve heard so many times. You and Bradley swap funny stories for the next few minutes as Carole makes a smaller breakfast for you three, and the smell makes your stomach growl. You stand up so you can steal a piece of bacon from the plate she’s keeping them on, but before you get around the bar, your hand goes to grab the counter top as you double over in pain. 

“That’s every five minutes apart. We have to get you to the hospital.” She goes to turn off the stovetop and grab the bag Pete had packed earlier this week from the table by the door. Bradley gets up from his seat, but you lay on the couch. 

“Carole, I’m fine. We’ll just wait for Pete to come home, and then we can go to the hospital.” You reach for the remote, but she snatches it from your hand. You look at her with shock because this was completely out of character. 

“You’re in labor. You need to get up and get in that car, Mitchell.” The use of your last name has your heart dropping, but you remain on the couch. 

“I have to wait for Pete to get home–”

“Get in the car–”

“No! I’m not going, Carole! I’m not going to the hospital without Pete, so I’m not having the baby until he gets here.” You shout, frustrated with her actions and the baby. As you take in the shocked look on Carole’s face, a woman who has just wanted to help you, tears fall down your face. You’re scared. Pete isn’t here, and you’re scared. Carole sits beside you. 

“You have to go, Honey. This isn’t something you can put on the backburner until it goes away or gets easier to deal with. Sometimes, labor can take hours, so he will be there. Either way, you have to go to the hospital for your safety and the baby’s.” Your head is on her shoulder, and her arm is wrapped around your shoulder. You nod softly, so she helps you to the car. As if it’s a sign, water begins to trail down your legs. 

“Oh my God, Carole, I’m dying.” You complain, embarrassed, but she laughs at your dramatic statement. 

You have been at the hospital for almost five hours, and Carole is sitting beside you with a cup of ice chips looking at her watch. Pete and Nick should still be training, so you really don’t expect them any time soon. You let out another grunt of pain. 

“Carole? You’d do anything for me, right?” You look over at her, and she smiles with a nod. You look at the door and out the window before leaning over slightly to her, grabbing a glove from the drawer beside her chair. 

“I need you to put this one, and then I need you to grab this child out of me.” You drop the glove on her lap, but she just throws it in the trash dismissively. 

“I’m not doing that.” As she says that, Pete, Goose, and a nurse walk in the room. You feel like you could cry from happiness, so you do. Pete rushes over to you with his hands out to hold you the best way he can. Goose gives him a smile before grabbing Carole and Bradley. 

“Good luck, Sweetie! Oh! Here are the ice chips, and I have these little wipes in my purse if you need to wipe your hands, Pete.” She says as she reaches into her bag, but Nick pulls her out before she gets too caught up. The nurse checks to make sure you’re doing just fine, but when she comes back up from the sheet, she has a smile on her face. 

“I need to go get a doctor, Mrs. Mitchell.” You let your head fall back onto the pillow as the pain progressively gets worse and worse. Pete places a kiss on your forehead.

“Remember the breathing the doctor told you about–” He starts to comfort you, but a sharp pain stabs you in the chest.

“Fuck your breathing, Pete.” You almost want to writhe around in pain, but you try to keep calm before you freak yourself out too much. You give Maverick an apology, but he knows that you’re just in the worst pain you could possibly be in. 

“You want to hold my hand?” He offers, hand sticking out in front of you. You take his hand as the doctor and nurse walk in. 

“I just want him to get out of me.” You let the comment slip, not thinking much of it, but Pete’s eyes widen and he looks at you closely. 

“Him? We’re having a boy?” His hand glides over your stomach. You watch as the doctors begin to get serious, your breathing picks up, and the pain sits in. 

“Pete, I can’t do this. I’m not good with pain, and I’m not responsible! I spend way too much money on myself.” Pete just pushes your hair back into a ponytail and ties it with the hair bow around your wrist. He places one more kiss on your forehead before looking at you in the eyes. 

“The doctor’s and I are here to help you with the pain, and you know Carole will help you with anything you ask.” Besides ripping a baby out. The doctor’s notify you that it was time, and the whole process made you want to turn into a pool of water and evaporate into the sky because this was the worst experience you could imagine, but you have to focus on the end goal: holding and raising your baby. As you scream and squeeze the ever living hell out of Pete’s hand for what feels like hours, you hear the piercing cry of your child. Quickly, Pete removes the small upper layer of the gown so you could have skin-to-skin contact with the baby. 

“He’s so pretty, Pete. He’s definitely your kid.” Pete gives a small chuckle before the nurses take the baby to clean and fix up. Pete cleans up your face with a wipe Carole had left and moves the hairs out of your way. For a moment, he just admires you and how you are glowing. 

“I love you.” He admits, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes again. You whisper it back before the nurse brings your swaddled baby back to you. 

“Do we have a name?” She asks, and you look over to Pete. You two have talked about names before, but once you found out he was a boy, you knew you wanted Pete to pick the name. 

“Duke Nick Mitchell.” He says as the woman writes it down, leaving the room shortly after. Pete cutely introduces himself before saying that he’s going to get Carole and Nick. While he’s gone, you gently caress his face with your finger and introduce yourself as well. You tell him all about how you will protect him and how if anyone tries to hurt him, you’ll go to jail because you can already feel a separation anxiety bond forming. Just then, the whole family walks right in. 

“Oh my gosh, Nick, look at him! He’s so small, and I can already tell he’s going to be a good boy.” She coos while slowly walking back over to your bedside. Nick gets behind her and watches as the baby squirms in place, hands curling. 

“He’s going to be just like his dad.” He comments, and Pete rolls his eyes at that. 

“Carole, you would do anything for me, right?” You tease, and she looks at you cautiously. 

“If there’s another one up there, then I’m not grabbing it.” She laughs, but you can tell she is still nervous by the way she shifts from foot to foot. Pete comes up by Nick and slaps a hand on his back. 

“Because of our job and just how life works, we want you two to be the godparents. You know, in case something happens to me while–” When Pete starts to tear up, Nick pulls him in for a hug, you tearing up as well. 

“We’d be honored.”

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That Bruno Teacher!AU Fic was simply amazing, I really hope you make a series out of it 🙏 ! ( Loved how infatuated but guilty he was ahh )

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+)

Part 2

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine Non-Magic AU

Summary: After getting caught in the rain, reader gets a ride home with Bruno but ends up having to stay at his for a bit for the rain to settle

Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), sir kink, maybe slight bimbofication if you squint, slight scent kink

Word Count: 2845

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts or his imagination

Author Note: I definitely had a huge hand in the plot for this one in the comment section of the last part. I have also added a taglist, so if you would like to be in it, just comment it down below. This one is also significantly longer than the last.

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist)(Part 1) >(Part 2)< (Part 2 Reader POV)

(I do not own this gif)

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Bruno POV

Exams are coming up in a couple of months, so I have to start preparing my students with practice tests and revision. Just the other day, I had given them a practise test on what we had learnt at the beginning of the year.

While my students do revision questions I had put up on the board, I begin marking the tests. Getting through the first few was quick and easy. It was about the fifth paper when I hesitated.

Her paper.

I skim over the first page with her name written in beautiful handwriting. I graze my fingers over the dried ink, admiring her penmanship. I made sure to inspect every inch of the paper, not wanting to miss anything.

...Maths. Just maths, everything on there was maths.

What am I even looking for? This is her test paper, not a love letter!! Idiot!

I go back to the start, sighing and begin to actually mark her paper. I click my tongue a few times at the mistakes made on the paper. She seemed to be struggling with even the basic questions. 

I should have noticed this when teaching, but nooo, I just had to get distracted.

I give her a grade that's not a fail, but close to it. If she doesn't get help before the final exam, she won't pass. 

I sigh again before I look up to see her with a look I can only imagine being complete confusion. 

That poor girl. If she had a decent teacher, she wouldn't be in this problem in the first place.

I reluctantly go back to grade the rest of the test papers. 

I had managed to finish them all by the time classes were to be dismissed for the day. I go around the class, handing each of them their papers back. As they exit the class, I watched as Y/N shoved her paper in her bag, only getting the chance to look at the grade on the front before rushing out of the class.

Bus maybe?

I look out the window to see it absolutely pissing down with rain. 

I hope she's got an umbrella.

And with that, I go back to my desk, packing all my things into my bag and making my way out of the classroom. I pull out my umbrella as I make my way out into the rain. I have to rush to my car cause even with the umbrella, I was still getting wet. I struggle to get my keys out of my pocket and juggle my bag and umbrella. I eventually manage to get my car open and I toss everything in the back before hopping in the front. The second I turn the car on, I put the heater on, warming up the car. I removed my jacket before taking off. 

Not even two minutes into my drive, I spotted someone standing in the rain at the bus stop. They'll catch a cold in this weather. As I got closer, I was able to make out who it was. 

It's her.

I quickly pull up next to her. I roll down the window and there she is, wet- no, drenched. 

"Are you okay?"

Really Bruno...out of all the things you could have said…you ask if she's okay…idiot!

"Yeah! I'm fine, I just missed the last bus so I'm waiting for the next!" She had to shout over the rain. 

"The next bus won't come for other hours, is-is there anyone you can call?" I asked. 

She shook her head. 

Fuck, do something!

"Hop in, I'll take you home".

….AAHAHHHHHH!! SINCE WHEN HAVE I EVER BEEN THIS CONFIDENT!?! 

"It's fine! I don't want to bother you!" She yelled.

"It's pissing down, I'm not letting you stay in the rain," I say. 

She looked down the street before rushing over to my car. She quickly jumped in as I put up the window. Once she was in, she let out a relieved sigh while dropping her head back onto the seat.

"Thank you," she said, sounding out of breath.

I just give her a tight smile, before turning back to the road but before I could take off, she let out a small cry.

"I'm all wet! I don't want to ruin your car," she cried.

I look over at her and she had a slight pout on her lips. 

Fuck, she's adorable- Hey! Snap out of it! Get her a towel or something, you dick!

"I should have a towel or something in the back," I said, reaching into the back and grabbing a towel from the ground. 

I handed it over to her and she had the cutest smile on her face. 

"You're a life saviour, sir!" 

Well fuck.

There goes my dick again, bloody hell. I can't help but look at her as she dries herself off. I can't help my gaze from drifting down to her breast as she dries her chest. Her shirt was clinging to her chest from the rain. I suck in a quick breath before turning back to the road. I roll up me sleeves, nervously.

I sure hope she doesn't see, otherwise, I'm fucked. 

"What's your address?" I asked, focusing on anything that might distract me. 

She told me her address.

"That's like a 40-minute drive from here," I say, relieved I had got to her in time.

"Yeah, it's okay if you don't drive me all the way, I can-" 

"No! U-uh, no, it's okay, I can take you," I said, having to calm myself down. 

"I-uh just really don't want to send you back into that rain, ya know,"

Wow, smooth Bruno……

"Thank you, Mr. Madrigal," she said, looking at me. 

My god, the way my name just rolled off her tongue, fuck.

It was about 10 minutes after I had picked her up and the rain had gotten worse. I could nearly see through the window with the rain sliding down it. I had to lean forward a bit, hoping that I would be able to see a bit better but nope! Still completely blind.

It's not safe to keep driving in this weather, I would never forgive myself if I got into an accident with her in the car.

"It's too dangerous to drive in this weather, are you okay with just stopping in at my house and letting it settle down a bit?" I asked, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. 

"Yeah, I think that might be best," she said, with her voice quivering a bit.

I look over at her and see her trying to hide the obvious fear on her face. 

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, just...can't see, ya know?" Laughing a bit after.

"Don't worry, okay, I won't let anything happen to you," I say.

A take a turn off the original route and head towards my house. Less than two minutes later, I pull into my drive and park the car. I reach into the back grabbing all my thing and handing my umbrella to Y/N. 

"You probably need it more than me, I'm already wet," she tried to argue but I was not having it. 

"I want you to take it," I say, a little more aggressive than I intended.

She took the umbrella with a little 'thank you'. We both look at each other, subconsciously counting down, before we shot out of the car and run to the door. She holds the umbrella over the both of us while I quickly open the door. We are both extremely relieved upon entering the house, internally thanking myself for pre-setting the gas fireplace in my house to turn it on before I got home. 

"Follow me," I say, making my way to the living room. 

It was only then that I realized what I had just done. 

Did I just invite the one person I should not be alone with into my house…

It feels as if someone had just punched me in the gut. 

Shit, I just have to act natural. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Yeah, no, I began freaking out immediately. I rush her to the fireplace and sit her down in front before I sprinted to get her a blanket. Once getting back, I quickly hand her the blanket and crouch down next to her, shaking a bit. 

“Is there anything I can get you? Do you need a shower or anything?” I almost spewed the words out of my mouth.

"No, thank you, I'm fine, really," she said, looking up at me with the biggest eyes.

She is so gorgeous looking up at me, so thankful for making her feel good- wait.

"Uh, sir, I had a look at the grade on my paper and was wondering if you could take me through the paper and my mistakes," she asks, slightly embarrassed.

"Uh, of course".

I sat down beside her as she reached into her bag to pull out the wrinkled paper. She smoothed it out a bit before handing it to me. I took the paper and opened it to the first page. 

"You see, here, you used the first formula instead of the third and you don't have all the information needed for that one, so that's why you couldn't finish that question," she nodded a little at my statement.

I take her through all the questions and explain the mistakes she made and what she should have done instead.

"I feel like an idiot!" She says, smacking her hand over her face. 

"No, it's okay! Plenty of the students had trouble with this test!" I try to reassure her.

She sighed as she dropped her hands. 

"I just really want to pass the test, sir," she mumbled.

The sadness in her voice absolutely broke my heart. 

This is my chance to be a better teacher for her. 

"Uh, how would you feel about tutoring sessions? If you'd like, I could help you".

"Really?" She had a little sparkle in her eye.

"Of course, we could start tomorrow if you'd like?" 

"Oh my gosh, thank you, sir! You are the best teacher I could have asked for!"

I highly doubt that.

"Just doing my jobs," I say with a tight smile, trying not to let her praises get to my head.

“No, really sir, it means a lot”.

I’m not gonna survive one week.

Before either of us could say another word, all the lights shut off.

“Woah! What happened?” she asked, frightened by the sudden light change.

“Must be a power cut,” I say, standing up  to look out the window to see all the street lights off too. 

This weather is really testing my patience.

“How long do you think it will be like this?” she asks.

“I say at least another hour or so”.

I sighs a little.

“Come, sit down,” she scoots over a bit.

“W-what?” 

“Sit with me, you’re probably cold,” she said, patting the spot next to her.

She was right, I am cold.

I slowly approach her, not wanting to get too close. I lower myself, in front of the fireplace, next to her. 

Calm down, Bruno, it’s not a big deal.

That’s when she scoots a bit closer to me.

Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! fu-

“Are you married?” she suddenly asked.

That caused me to chock on my own saliva.

“Wh-aT?” my voice cracked.

“Are you married? Or seeing someone?” she asked again, as if it was nothing.

It was probably nothing, I’m just over dramatic.

I couldn’t speak, so I just shook my head. 

“Really?! How come?” 

“I-I don’t know, I guess no one really wants me”.

Wow, way to go and sound all desperate and lonely.

“I find that hard to believe, I’m sure you could get anyone you want”.

My face heats up, and it’s not from the fire.

Not when the person I want is my student.

The room goes quiet.

Come on, man, keep the conversation flowing!

“Are you seeing anyone?”

...You dumbfuck.

“No,” she answered, looking into the fire.

“Oh”.

OH!? OHH!? 

“What?” she giggled a bit.

“It’s just that-”

Don’t say it.

“I thought-”

Shut up!

“a beautiful girl like you-”

Don’t you dare!

“Might be dating someone”.

Do I have a death wish or something?

“Beautiful?” she looked at me with puppy eyes.

“W-well, yes,” I mutter, nervously.

She quickly looked away, her cheeks reddening a bit.

“Thank you,” she almost whispers.

We sit there, in silence, for a little bit. I then out of the corner of my eye watch her head start to droop a bit. When I turn to look at her, she falls onto me. My heart is completely freaking out.

Is she okay?! What happened?!

I don’t know how it took me that long to realise she just fallen asleep but man, my heart. 

“Uhh, Y/N?” I call quietly, not wanting to disturb her. 

She didn’t move, just snuggled in closer to me. I look down at her face, squished up against me. 

Well that one way to go into cardiac arrest.

What I’d give, just to kiss her once.

I slowly let my arms wrap around her body, moving her gently into a more comfortable position. I lay back on the coffee table behind me and stare into the artificial flames with the girl I’ve been infatuated by in my arms. 

⌛

It was around 8PM by the I woke up with her still in my arms.

I must of dozed off.

The light had come back on and the rain outside had significantly calmed down. I turn back to her about to wake her up but when I get a good look at her, everything in my body is telling me to let her rest. 

But I can’t, It’s wrong.

I slowly sit up a bit before lifting her off of me. I didn’t want to wake her while she was still on me, it was to save both of us from embarrassment.

“Hey, Y/N. You need to wake up now,” I whisper.

She tosses around a little, resisting me pleas. 

“Y/N”.

She begrudgingly lifts her head a little, a tired, pouty face. 

“You have to wake up now, the rain has calmed down”.

She sits there for a bit, trying to process my word. 

“What time is it?” she asks, rubbing her eyes.

“8ish, I’ll take you home now”. 

“Okay,” she said, as she slowly stood up and began a packing up all her things.

My heart sunk.

I don’t want her to leave.

“You got everything?” I asked.

She nodded and we went to the front door.

We rush to the car, avoiding the rain as much as possible. And with that, I take her home.

⌛

“Here we are!” she exclaims, much more awake than she was 20 or so minutes ago. 

“Thank you, sir. For everything,” she gives me the most delicate smile. 

“Of course, I’ll uh see you tomorrow,” I bid my farewell.

“See you tomorrow, Mr Madrigal, thank you!” 

She jumped out of the car and ran to the door. Before she entered, she turned back and waved. 

And there goes my bloody heart again.

I wave back and watched as she entered her house. 

⌛

Here I am again. In bed. Jerking off.

I can’t help the moans from spilling out of my mouth. I just couldn’t help myself. I had the blanket that she was wrapped in up to my face, trying to draw out all the scent I could get from it. My moans only grow louder at the smell. 

This time, she would be covered in drool, completely mind-fucked as I would ram into her cunt from behind. We would be on our side, with her pressed against my chest and a leg hanging over mine.

“M-m-m!” she would struggle to even whine.

“What was that darling? Talk properly”.

“M-More!” 

“More what?”

“M-more p-please, s-sir!” she’d manage.

The thought of her desperate, incoherent whines filled my brain, making it harder for me to hold back. 

I’d reach down with my hand to rub her clit and this would make her go ballistic. She would be so sensitive for me.

“Shit!”

I pump my cock faster in my hand, bucking my hips up at the same time. As I near my orgasm, I breathe in more of the blanket, trying to get every last bit of her I can get. 

“F-fuck!” 

My cum shot out of my dick and landed all over my stomach. A keep stroking, however, to get every last drop out.

It took me about 5 minutes just to calm down from that. And there I was covered in my own, perverted cum.

This time, I really need to shower. 

After a quick wash down, I make my way back to my bed, as miserable as ever. 

Why can’t I hold myself back around her? It’s wrong to feel like this.

And then I remember her smile when I offered to tutor her. That damn smile.

“Fuck me”.

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Author Note: I will write this part also in the reader's POV because that was also requested in the previous parts comments. Also, if there are any kinks or anything like that that people would like to be added, feel free just to say down in the comments as well, because the next chapter (after the reader POV) will contain the real stuff ;)

I hope you had enjoyed this part and look forward to the next.

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