#if i want to be happy then i should stop being a fucking wuss about everything and just GO!!

[mini-uzzy]

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[bunnykill3r]

Stop plaguing me. Please. I know I'm horrible. I know you hate me. Let me live the life I built for myself with people who seem to care for me, and don't care that I'm volatile. Please. I've been good since you left me. Leave me alone. Please. I know you hate me. I know you've made people also hate me. I don't know why. Is it because I dated you? I'm sorry for being a horrible first ex. I didn't know you wanted to talk. I don't pick up on cues. You don't either so why are you getting mad at me for not picking up on cues. If you wanted to talk, you should've actively said it.

I hate you. You don't want to be friends, I said I'd be civil. You keep harassing me. You now have no contact to me, because you were harassing me. You, and I don't know how many others. I feel sick with how anxious you make me. I can't fucking sleep, I haven't been eating properly since what like two days ago during the evening? Because you've made it so that I remember you? Cause you absolutely need me to suffer. I'm suffering. Are you happy? Are you? I bet you'd be so fucking happy if I killed myself. I won't. A, I'm a wuss. B, that'll give you the glee of knowing you've gotten to me. You have gotten to me, but you know. You're honestly just a horrible person. I bet you and your stupid friends are still calling me a she. I don't care. I'll respect you. I'll respect you're a boy. Because I'm not a fucking transphobe unlike you. Imagine being trans and ignoring the fact that another trans guy am not a she. I haven't been since the middle of grade 9. But of course, you don't care.

You're so fucking obsessed. Fucking weirdo. Imagine being obsessed and hating someone who has actively confessed to possibly being mentally unwell to you.

You honestly proved my point in "I struggle to keep friends." Maybe you're using it against me. Maybe because I confessed to that, thats why you keep pulling people away from me. It's whatever though. I don't care. you're just taking advantage of me because I was nice to you. Because that's how I was raised. I'll be ignoring you. Your dad too. I don't give a shit about you anymore.

This is.. really long. I think I should consider therapy again.

[butterfluffy]

for the sing me a song event !! could i request a zoro x gn!reader with the lyrics “it’s not unusual to find out i’m in love with you” (song: it’s not unusual by tom jones) ? the reader plays the song on the ship and tries to get zoro to dance with them when it’s just them two outside (though maybe they get caught? you choose ;) ) ? he refuses for a while, but soon gives in cause he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself for anyone but the reader (it may be just a liiiiittle ooc, but please 💀 also ergo the lyrics—yeah i may not have had to point that out) romantic fluff !!

hope you have a wonderful day and thank you for writing in general! all your stories really make my day

“it's not unusual”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· dancing to a song with your lover, zoro was quick to realize, “it's not unusual to find out that i'm in love with you.”

⠀⠀➧ r. fluff | r. zoro × gn!reader | oneshot / song fic

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, this is fluff! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to my “sing me a song” event made to honor this account reaching 200+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: @taiyakiithoughts — thank you for the cute request for this event! now i wanna dance with zoro, even though we'll most likely look stupid while doing so. ah, and have a wonderful day too, ily! <33

Nothing can match a beautiful, and peaceful Saturday afternoon where the only thing that you'll hear is the wind's breeze, and the water hitting the ship—and your lover's light snores.

“Oh Zoro, you're sleeping again! All you do is eat, sleep, and train..!” You exclaim with a pout, hands by your hips as you lightly shook the moss head by your feet, waking him up..

“Wake up, my moss haired swordsman..!” You snickered as Zoro's eyes fluttered open, falling on your face that beamed brightly, almost blinding him.

“Hnn... What is it? I was sleeping, y'know..” He grumbles, scratching the back of his head, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“I'n pretty sure you got enough sleep to be productive, so come with me...!” You gush, taking his hand and pulling him up, dragging him in the middle of the ship.

“Yawn.. So, what d'ya wanna do? It better be something good, and productive as you said, or I'm going back to sleep.” He says with a yawn, following your figure that bounced towards the table where a music box is sitting on, clicking it open and playing a song.

“Huh? You gonna sing or something?” Zoro questions with a raise of a brow as you hurried to him, taking his hands and holding them.

“No, silly! We're gonna dance, haha!” Laughing, you then started dancing, following the lively beat of the song as Zoro stood frozen as a stone, not moving an inch.

It's not unusual to be loved by anyone

It's not unusual to have fun with anyone

“I-I'm not gonna fucking dance, I'll just look stupid!” He argues, trying to shake his hand off from your grip, well, he tried to, but you just won't let go of him.

But when I see you hanging about with anyone

It's not unusual to see me cry,

I wanna die

“Oh stop being such a wuss and just dance!” Pulling him closer to you while you scold him, your dancing continued, missing the reddened face if the swordsman.

It's not unusual to go out at any time

But when I see you out and about it's such a crime

Heavens! He's a swordsman, not a dancer. But the smile on your face and the way you move your body in sync with the music that boomed, Zoro is ready to dance, if it is what you want and will make you happier than ever.

If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone,

It's not unusual it happens every day

No matter what you say

“Zoro, come on, don't be shy, we're the only ones in here!” Urging him to dance, Zoro then lets a sigh out of his mouth, brows furrowed slightly as he started moving, grooving with the song.

“F..Fine, here. I'm dancing now, happy?” Having the reddest blush appear on his face as his hands swayed with you, you chuckled, knowing that your lover is probably dying inside, embarrassed.

You'll find it happens all the time

Love will never do what you want it to

“There we go..! Now move your hips, baby!” Controlling his moves with a big smile on your face, Zoro bit his lower lip, holding a smile back.

Why can't this crazy love be mine?

It's not unusual to be mad with anyone

It's not unusual to be sad with anyone

He looks stupid while dancing so stiffly—and Zoro knows it, yet he pays no mind. As long as you're happy, he's more than willing to make himself a fool, only for you.

But if I ever find

That you've changed at anytime

Looking at you face that is bright like the sun, Zoro wore a small smile on his face before looking down, hiding it as he lets a whisper out, “It's not unusual to find that I'm in love with you..”

Soon after the song finished, you then let a heavy sigh of joy before opening your arms wide open for your lover to dive himself into.

“Mhm, we should make this a pastime habit, Zoro.” You suggested, feeling the moss head's face heat up as he shook it ‘no’ by the crook of your neck.

“No. I am not dancing again. No more.” He grumbles as you rubbed his back, laughing him off.... “Okay, okay, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, don't worry, love you.” “..Good, and love you too.”

“...Aw, how sad. I thought we'd get to see more of you two dancing—like a worm that has salt sprinkled on it, and a bamboo that is swaying, Y/n, Zoro.” Robin suddenly commented, describing you two as she stepped up the ship along with the rest of the crew who had finally returned, laughing as Zoro falls shock, blowing a fuse and exploding red once again.. “GEH!?”

© butterfluffy 2022

[finelinevogue]

Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

[the-universe-in-our-mind]

DAY 21 OF FLUFFTOBER: Kiss for good luck

Ship: Zeph x Dean

Words: 580

CW: Some swear words

After another quest they had to do together, both of them were going back to the tavern, sleeping there for the night.

Zeph was not a talker normally, but even he had his own limits. Which is why when he seemed out of focus and was not talking at all, Dean could know there was something wrong.

As soon as the bedroom’s door they shared closed, Dean turned to Zeph.

"Okay, what’s going on? You haven’t said a word all day." He pointed out, crossing his arms.

Zeph shook his head, refusing to make him worry.

"It’s nothing, Dean, everything’s fine." He brushed off, taking his fighting clothes out before changing to more comfortable clothes, which Dean did the same.

"Bullshit. Don’t lie to my face like that." Said Dean, frustrated at the fact that Zeph refused to open up.

"I’m fine, just drop it." Insisted Zeph, hoping he would.

But Dean wouldn’t.

"Zeph, for fuck’s sakes." Dean sighed, looking at him with a hint of worry in his eyes.

It took a second to Zeph to reply, annoyed at his partner’s insistence.

"Alright fine. I’ve just been stressing out about something and I’m fucking terrified. Happy?" He finally let out with a semi-agressive tone, which made Dean backed down for a second.

He still bite back at the comment after a minute of silence.

"… Why would I be happy if my boyfriend’s feeling like shit?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Immediate guilt took over Zeph, feeling bad for acting this way.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get mad at you." He apologized, sitting on the bed.

Dean hesitated before going behind him, remembering that, as awkward it could be at first, a shoulder’s message had helped his boyfriend in the past.

He placed his hand on his shoulders before putting a bit of pressure.

Zeph let a sigh of relief escaping him at his partner’s gesture.

"…Does it help?" Asked Dean tentatively.

Zeph nodded at the question.

"Yeah, a bit. Keep going, please?" He said the second sentence in a small voice and Dean complied for a while.

After a few moment, Dean spoke again.

"Wanna tell me about it now?" He tried and Zeph finally opened up.

"I’m meeting my brother in two days. I know I should have told you about it before scheduling it but I thought I could do it on my own. Turns out I can’t. I’m still being a wuss about it." He admitted with a bitter laugh at the last sentence.

Dean’s heart broke at the last comment, his grip tightening a bit.

"Don’t say that when you know that’s fucking wrong. You’re more brave than most of these people out there." He retorted, which made Zeph smiled a bit.

He would disagree but if it was what his lover thought about him, maybe there was a part of truth in it.

"Do you want me to come with you? Just say the word and I’ll come. Can’t promise I won’t beat the fuck out of him if he’s being an asshole though." Dean proposed and Zeph chuckled at the comment.

"Yeah, actually. Thanks, Dean." He smiled a bit, which earned Zeph a kiss on the head.

"Everything will go well, alright?"

Dean stopped massaging him after a few more minutes, feeling Zeph becoming calmer and less stressed.

"You’re good now?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am." Zeph nodded and Dean finally let a small smile on his own face.

"Good."

[a-dusty-emerald]

Till it sinks in: Draco x Reader / Hurt-Comfort, Fluff Fic

A hurt-comfort fluff fic, with a slytherin Y/n being the girlfriend of the softie-who-hates-to-be-called-softie-so-he-bitches-all-day Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Where Umbridge uses her quill on you.

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Dolores Umbridge, maybe the most hated teacher to set foot at Hogwarts, had a special dislike against anyone who disobeyed. And while that may be all teachers, not all teachers dismissed sobbing students from their detention. Every single student that got detention with Umbridge looked broken afterwards, but no one knew what she said to them; it was a mystery.

Professor McGonagall, for instance, made sure the students that misbehaved researched a wide topic for a few hours during the week, with the intimidating presence of her self. Professor Snape, on the other hand, locked students in the Potions classroom and let them out after the successfull brewing of a potion of his liking. Hence, it must be something similar.

Y/n strolled into class, her curls bouncing around the embroided slytherin crest of her robe. Defence against the dark arts was her worst subject, she only thought it was interesting when Professor Lupin taught it, and had done surprisingly well. Then, it was a hands-on, useful and fascinating module, while now, Umbridge followed the Ministry's policy to teach the students in a "risk free" way, by only reading through the theory. Not only were the lessons incredibly boring, the whole book was utterly useless.

"As if Voldemort will ask you the theory of Merlin's rule of categorisation of spells when he Avada-Kedavra's your ass", Y/n had scoffed when she saw the chapters. Draco had laughed, but told her that his father had owled him that Umbridge was a family ally, and hence he could not be out of line in her class.

"When did you become such a nerd?"

"Oh shut it Y/n", Y/n recalled.

She had also implemented some stupid rules, like "no touching between boys and girls, and a six feet distance at all times", and reduced the hours that students could go out of their dorms. While Dumbledore wanted the students to be at their dorms by 10pm, Umbridge thought that 6pm was acceptable.

As if.

Y/n entered the class, the only class she did not sit with Draco. Apparently, boys and girls could also not sit with one another, since they would eventually touch. And in a doomed world controlled by Umbridge, that was a sin.

Draco spotted his girlfriend entering the room, wearing a bored look on her face. He was not excited about DADA either. His parents might have told him that Umbridge was the best thing that could happen in this school, but he was not blind or stupid. The stuff being taught were useless and her teaching method was more boring than 5 hours of Divination with no breaks in his eyes. At least then, he could laugh at Trelawney. Now he just was supposed to stay silent and listen Umbridge reading the most basic book ever again and again.

He realised he got lost in his thoughts and was staring at Y/n longer than intended. She seemed bored as hell, but her eyes always intimidated him - yet, he would never admit out loud. Even the plainest of her looks had such passion beneath it, her deep dark orbs had a fire in them, surrounded by thick eyelashes, making her look coy and mischevious even when she was not planning to.

Y/n noticed him looking and smirked back at him.

"Stop staring, people might think that you like me" she mouthed silently to him. He grinned and shook his head. 'She is something else', he thought.

An unpleasantly familiar trotting of heels approached the creaking floor at the centre of the classroom, making students focus on the short, evil woman that was tormenting the school; Umbridge.

"Hello, my dear students" she smiled in a sickly manner. "Today we are learning about the theory of protection spells."

Y/n groaned, thinking other students would join her, however, it was this uncomfortable and awkward moment that everyone had decided to stay deadly silent, making her disapproving groan loud and clear to be heard.

"Is there an issue, miss Y/l/n?" Umbridge smiled in the evilest way she could.

"No, no, of course not. I always wanted to listen about the theory of protection spells." Y/n smiled in the fakest way possible.

"Is that irony I am sensing, Y/l/n?" Umbridge had a more serious look now, her smile not decieving anyone.

"Nope." She said, emphasising the "p" sound in her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she quickly glanced to Draco, who had a warning glare. "Don't aggravate her!" He mouthed. Y/n rolled her eyes, and unfortunately for her, Umbridge saw that, taking it as it was directed at her.

She scrunched up her nose and stomped her heel lightly on the floor, when she exclaimed: "Detention after class, miss y/l/n! That attitude of yours is no match for a young witch!"

Draco did not know why everyone was saying Umbridge's detention was horrible, he had heard she only requested some lines. Even so, her detention had gained a horrible reputation, and he didn't like it one bit that his girlfriend would be the one going there.

Even so, he was angry at her, he had warned her so many times. She was such a brat every time she spoke to Umbridge, when he had told her that every student that was leaving her detention was crying.

The DADA lesson had finished, when Y/n saw Draco stomping towards her, stopping around the 6 feet limit, keeping his distance.

"Why do you never listen?!" His angry hissing voice aggravated her even more.

"I rolled my freaking eyes, Draco, chill."

"You were sarcastic. You know you were. Are you happy now?" His glare was piercing her soul.

"I am not, actually. I would prefer no stupid rules, but I guess my boyfriend is too much of a wuss to think for himself and see how ridiculous Umbridge is."

"She just wants order. Besides, its temporary!" He half whispered, half yelled.

"Sure. Tell that to yourself to feel better, darling." Now she was mad at him. "Now excuse me, I have a detention to go to." She closed the gap between them - breaking the rule- just to bump on his shoulder angrily, and stomped past him, going to detention.

"Fine! I don't give a fuck, then!" She heard her boyfriend's voice. She knew he didn't mean it at all, but she silently prayed he changed his mind after her detention, he had an hour to think by himself after all. She was hoping for an apology.

Y/n lightly knocked on her door, listening to Draco's advice for once. She should be polite, calm and collected no matter what she said to her. She couldn't risk an expulsion. Umbridge's sickly laugh was heard. "Come in, y/l/n."

Y/n opened the door, fighting back her urge to laugh or roll her eyes. Her least favourite colour, fuchsia pink, was plastered everywhere, cats trapped on the walls, and a heavy, sickly, sugary aroma filled her nostrils, she did her best to keep her pokerface.

"Sit", the teacher ordered. "You will do some lines today, Y/n."

Relief passed through her. That wasn't that bad. She grabbed a piece of paper and moved to grab her quill, when the fuchsia toad in front of her stopped her. "Oh no, dear. I'm afraid you wont need that." She smiled, and handed her a large black feathered quill from her own collection. "Use this, please. It is one of my favourites."

Y/n grabbed the quill and moved again to reach for her ink. "Oh, silly me, I forgot." She heard the professor giggle. "You won't need any ink, dear."

She looked at Umbridge confused, her tamed eyebrows furrowing to her words. Still, she went with it. She grabbed the quill and before she started, Umbridge directed her "you shall write the line: I must not be arrogant." Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"How many times, Professor?" She said.

"Hm... let's just say... till it sinks in." Umbridge giggled once again, sipping her tea.

Y/n scoffed silently and started writing the lines, red ink magically appearing on paper. Her left hand was uncomfortable the whole time, but she ignored it. As soon as she finished the first line, though, the discomfort became a burning sensation, and hurt so much, like someone was creating small cuts in her skin. She looked at her hand to see what was going on, only to see the line she wrote engraved in her hand.

'You evil bitch' Y/n thought.

Every time she would rewrite the sentence, it was like the invisible knife digged deeper and deeper in her skin, twisting at each twist of the quill. She looked at Umbridge with teary eyes, a silent plea to stop this torture. Blood was seeping out of her wound uncontrollably now, staining her robe. Umbridge just glanced at her and said "one more page."

Through silent tears, a wrecked bloodied hand, trembles and gritted teeth, she finished her torture without making a sound. She excused her self, said goodbye to the professor, and closed the heavy door behind her, exhaling with a trembled sob escaping her lips. An exhale that she was holding for an hour.

She contained her tears and hid her hand from plain sight. She did not want to worry anyone, and she sprinted with all the energy she could muster to the dungeons. She just wanted to wash it off, wrap it in a clean cloth, and have a good cry.

As she was approaching the dungeons, it dawned on her: she could run up to Draco there. What should she do? On one hand, the thought of making him feel bad enticed her, she was still mad about his behaviour. On the other hand, she knew he meant no harm, and that he would make her start a legal war with Umbridge. She really didn't want to do anything right now, as much as she hated her guts.

She hid her hand better, wiped her eyes, took a few deep breaths and prayed that her boyfriend was not in the common room, as she opened the door.

Unbeknownst to her, Draco was waiting restlessly at the common room all this time. He didn't like the fact they fought before, he hated not being on good terms with Y/n. He didn't think he was entirely on the wrong though. 'Maybe if she listened to me once in a whi-'

His thoughts came to a halt when he saw a trembling Y/n enter the common room. Her eyes were red and glassy, and she was crouched in a weird position. He instantly forgot everything he was thinking of and sprinted towards her. When her eyes fell on him, she inhaled sharply, sttaightening her posture. He was terribly worried and she could feel it.

"Darling?" His soft voice was music to her ears.

Her eyes avoided his, refilling with tears just from his worried voice.

"I-I need to go to my room." She said with a lowered gaze.

"Tell me what's wrong please-"

"I thought you didn't give a fuck." Her voice was low when she said it, her teary eyes finally meeting his. She did not mean to snap at him, but everything was too much.

He finally locked eyes with her now, the emotion he saw in her overtaking him. He pursed his lips and looked down.

"I'm sorry. You know - baby you know thats not true. I want to know what happened. What did she say to you that made you cry? You don't cry easily, I know that. If you want I'll report her!" He was frantically searching for her gaze again, his grey irises full of concern.

"She said nothing bad to me. She instructed me through my lines." She avoided his gaze once again.

He lowered his gaze as well, and broke the -for once- uncomfortable silence, his voice slightly broken.

"Do you not trust me?"

His words echoed in her head. She did. She did with her life. She could not stay mad at him, no matter her anger. "I do. I'm sorry, I'm a-a bit of a m-mess, i'll tell you, j-just give me a few m-minutes..."

His hand grabbed hers to pull her into an embrace, to hold her close, to calm her. As soon as his hand grasped her own, though, a strong wave of stinging pain shot through her, a hissing sound escaping her lips as she yanked her hand away. She was holding it close to her heart, a few hot tears escaping her eyes. There was no escape now.

Draco looked at her wide eyed, a blank expression of confusion mixed with worry resting on his features. "What-"

He looked down on his hand. Blood.

He inhaled sharply. Blood? His heart was pounding in his chest now, his fury for Umbridge boiling. What exactly happened in her detentions?

"Darling." He spoke. His voice was low and steady, and Y/n could swear she could hear her own heartbeat. "Your hand. Please." He extended his own to signal her to give her hers. Slowly, she put her bloodied palm on his own.

"Did she do this?", he hissed angrily. Y/n nodded but winced at his tone, not ready for facing an angry Draco. He saw that, and his features calmed down.

He grasped her shoulders carefully, gently pulling her in a hug, lightly kissing her forehead and letting his lips linger there. He tilted her chin up, pressing a quick peck on her lips.

"Im not mad at you". He said steadily, to show he meant every word. "I'll kill her, honestly" he mumbled, as his eyes examined the wounds.

"I must not be arrogant?!?"

He felt his anger rise again, as he managed to read the cuts that were filled with blood.

"She h-had a black quill. I would write on paper and it would transfer the letters in m-my hand. Must be c-cursed." Y/n said between small sobs.

His one arm cradled her head and she felt him moving the other one on her waist, urging her to move. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up. I'll send a letter to my father. She will be out of her position tomorrow."

Y/n's eyes widened "No n-no I-"

Draco didn't let her finish "Y/n, I love you but please shut up."

For the first time in a while, Y/n giggled, music to Draco's ears.

He took his time being extra gentle on her wound, making sure it is clean, before putting a few healing spells on it, muttering apologies whenever Y/n would wince.

"Tomorrow your hand will be good as new. Trust me."

"I trust you Draco. Thank you."

His eyes looked up from her wound, and Y/n was sure she could melt. He had the softest gaze ever. They fell asleep in each other's embrace, soft kisses taking away the pain.

The next morning, Y/n could hardly stiffle a laugh at the annoucement of Umbridge being suddently fired. She turned at her boyfriend, who looked smug as ever.

His eyes glimmered and his eyebrows wiggled with smugness, as he said:

"She should not have been that arrogant. Guess karma is a bitch." He shrugged.

That Malfoy boy was your everything and you knew it.

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Soft

Hi, i was sad all day so i wrote this to cheer myself up lmao, please enjoy people :) This is really soft lol, don‘t expect hardcore shit

Warning: 18+

Right, lets go

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It‘s been about two weeks since you and Remus have had a moment for yourselves. Everytime you decided to make time for each other something came up or he wasn‘t feeling well because of the moon. Both of you were angry and stressed and moody, because you wanted each other so bad, but the universe just seemed to be against the idea.

„I don‘t want to fight with you right now!“, Remus let out, voice loud, proving that he in fact did want to fight.

„Why are you yelling then?“ Your tone matched his, your mood quickly turning sour.

„I‘m not bloody yellin, you‘re jus‘ being a sensitive wuss. Fuckin‘ hell.“ He whispered the last part as fingers pressed against his closed eyes. He had fucked up.

Your jaw dropped, a disbelieving laugh escaping you. „A wuss!? You must be bloody joking right now! You utter ass, Remus Lupin!“

He groaned with annoyance, aggressively packing his bag as he made his way out of the common room. Stopping midway he turned around sharply and said in an overly cheery voice, „Whenever you decide to stop being a snotty brat, come find me!“ Bowing he gave you a mocking smile, not staying long enough to witness you giving him the finger. He did have an idea what you did though, hearing the others gasp as they watched the whole ordeal.

„What a prat“, Mary said, plopping down on your side as Lily took your other.

Lily rubbed your arm soothingly. „Hey, don‘t worry. Every couple fights and with the amount of stress weighting on us it was bound to happen...“

You let out a breath and leaned back against the couch. „I know he didn‘t mean it, but god-“ Your voice cut off, choking slightly as you tried to calm yourself. „I miss him and he‘s acting like I‘m being clingy. We haven‘t kissed in three days!“

Mary let out a sympathetic sigh, taking your hand. „I‘m sorry, I know it sucks. But I‘m sure that he misses you just as much. This is Remus we‘re talking about, the bloke never shows his emotions.“

„I agree“, Lily joined in, „besides James has been telling me that Remus has been shitty to them as well. It‘s not your fault, he just doesn‘t cope in a healthy way.“

Now you felt bad for riling him up. Remus must have been feeling really down lately for him to react like he did minutes ago. Of course he misses you goddamn it, the boy can‘t sleep through a single night if your aren‘t there.

„Merlin girls I feel so bad now. I need to make it alright again. I never even asked him how he‘s feeling..“

Mary smirked suddenly, giving you a pointed glance. „I mean...You did say that you needed some alone time..“

You smirked back, albeit blushing a little, and told her to continue.

„There is this muggle clothing brand Lily told me about...“

„Victorias Secret“ Lily offered, now smiling as well.

„Exactly! We should check it out. Besides our dorm will be empty tonight, we‘re planning to sneak out and stay with the girls from Ravenclaw.“

„I love where this is going“, you beamed, „Let‘s get going, I need sexy lingerie.“

---

The girls were bickering about what color suited your skin best, when you zoned put a little, remembering a conversation you had with Remus before youe started dating.

„I really like your sweater. Where‘d you get it?“

You smiled at Remus, thanking him. „Got it from a second hand shop in London. I just couldn��t resist the color.“

Remus smiled back. „Yeah, emerald green is my favorite color. I‘d kill to have something in that color“, he joked.

You giggled, giving him a shy smile. „Well, maybe you will.“

Beaming you swirled around, grabbing their shoulders to get their attention. With a handful of underwear in their hands they turned around, raising their brows simultaneously.

„Girls, I remember his favorite color! It‘s emerald!“

It took you another hour to finally find the shade of emerald you were looking for and when you did you squealed with joy.

„It‘s perfect!“, you gasped. „Oh my god, he‘s going to love it! It looks just like my sweater!“

The girls grinned at your happiness, immediately pushing you towards the cash desk.

God, Remus is gonna love it.

---

You let out a breath, finally sitting down.

Lily emerged from the bathroom. „Alright, lets check. Bed clean?“

„Check.“

„Shower and lotion?“

„Check.“

„Washed the underwear?“

„Check.“

„Good. That should be all then. Mary and I are leaving now, if you want any snacks there are some in my trunk. Just take whatever.“

You hugged them gratefully. „Thank you girls, I love you.“

„We love you too. Have fun!“

Mary peaked her head through and laughingly let out a „Don‘t break the bed like last time!“ before Lily pulled her away.

You fondly shook your head and glanced at your bed where the pieces were laid out. It was a beautiful emerald lacy set, with a bra and panties with attached garter belts. James and Sirius had promised to send Remus up, so now it was time to wait. Putting the underwear on you lit some candles, fluffing your bed. Just as you slipped one of Remus‘ old shirts over your head the door opened, revealing your boyfriend. He shuffled inside, simply dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black sweater, closing the door. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, stranglely nervous.

„I‘m sorry-“

„I shouldn‘t have-“

You cut each other off trying to speak at the same time. You flushed as Remus chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Remus finally walked towards you to pull you in, his hands gripping your waist tight. You put your face in his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. Books and chocolate and safe and warm. He smelled like eveything you love.

„I‘m sorry I never asked how you‘re doing. You never let it show and I forgot that even if you‘re my rock, you‘re human. You have the right to be overwhelmed Remus...“

He pressed a kiss on your crown, muttering in a soft tone. „I know, I‘m working on the communication part. I‘m sorry too, love.“

You pulled back, your chin resting ln his chest amd you gave him a coy smile. He raised his brow, smirking.

„I have something for you“, you drawled, pushing him on your bed to stand between his legs, „but you need to unpack it.“

Remus tilted his head to look at you, his gaze questioning.

„Take my shirt off.“

His lips parted and you could see the anticipation in his eyes. Slowly he glided his hands up your bare legs to grip the shirt, holding your intense gaze he pulled it up, groaning softly when he saw the garter belt peaking out. You let him pull the material over your head, your hair falling onto your shoulders.

He let out a breathless laugh.

„You look stunning.“

A kiss on your sternum.

„The most beautiful person in the world.“

A kiss on your belly.

„So fucking perfect.“

A kiss on the hem of your panties. Another on your hipbones. The last ones on the tops of your thighs.

You tugged at his hair to make him look at you. Bending down at the knees you kissed his mouth. He looked up at you with pure adoration, as if he was looking at a goddess.

„Remus“, you called his name softly, „Will you let me fuck you tonighg?“

He closed his eyes groaning. „Anything“, he breathed.

You smiled softly. „Take of your clothes and lay on the bed.“

He complied immediately, taking his clothes off and rested on the bed. You straddled his waist, his hands coming up to rest on your thighs, his fingers playing with the garter belts. Remus is usually very dominant in bed, throwing you around and making you take him. But in times like this, where he lets you take the wheel, you know that you have to treat him very gently.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his. He parted his mouth with a single breath and you connected your lips. Moaning, his arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer and he kissed you deeper. Your tongue licked at his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to let you in. Dominating the kiss, you bit his lip teasingly.

„Love, please I need you.“

You shushed him, kissing his jaw and chin, sucking on his neck. Your lips brushed against his chest, lips locking around his nipples, licking and bruising them. Moving further down his body, you sucked at his hipbones, your nose brushing against his happy trail. He bucked his hips moaning your name.

You wrapped your lips around the tip and massaged him with your tongue, tasting the precum. You hummed softly and he hissed, hands stroking your hair and he parted his legs a little. Your hand tugged on his heavy balls, your mouth taking him deeper.

„Fuck baby, yes!“

You sucked hard and he whimpered, hand tightening in your hair. Your tongue played with the vein on the side of his cock, making him twitch inside of your mouth.

„If you ah don‘t stop-“

He choked on his words and you pulled off, wanting him inside of you when he came.

„How do you want me?“, you whispered softly as you moved to take off your panties.

„On your back, wanna see your face...“

You laid down and he sat there for a second, admiring your beauty. The way your hair sprawled around you, the swell of your breasts in the emerald bra, your soft skin and parted lips.

He placed himself between your legs, hands on either side of your face. Remus‘ cock brushed against your slit, slowly sliding in and you let out a breath against his lips.

He groaned, holding your gaze and pushed inside, a vulnerable glint in his usually guarded eyes. You pulled him closer, his chest brushing yours and looped your legs around the back of his hamstrings. He was going in deep and slow strokes, just wanting to feel close to you. Hitting the spot inside of you, you let out a broken whine, pushing youe hips up to meet his thrusts. He went faster, still a tender look in his eyes and his other hand rubbed your clit.

You gasped at the contact and whimpered. Tightening around him, you mewled „Remus m‘gonna cum-“

„Cum love, fuck“

You came at the same time, looking at each other lovingly as he kissed you. His hot seed spilled deep inside of you and you smiled breathless.

„I love you so much“, Remus whispered, kissing all over your face.

„I love you too.“

[pvrpleblccd]

As the world caves in.

syposis : It was now or never. This was his only chance, never will he have another chance like this.

pairing : dreamwastaken x f.reader

tw : angst, sad, tradegy, death, mentions of death/suicide, mc going through a very rough time

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ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴛᴇs

I fell on my knees, looking at my family laying on the floor, white foam and another odd colour of a substance coming out of their mouths. My hand started to tremble as I reached out for my little siblings hand. It was cold. I couldn't help, but sob. Looking at their faces made me weak, it was pale, way too pale and far from its original tone. Their expressions will be one that will be engraved with me, they looked somehow peaceful, if it wasn't for the foam, we could mistaken for them to be asleep.

I put my palm on their cheeks, taking in their features for the last time, they're so young, way too young. They barely lived. There's so much ahead of them. They were looking forward to their lives, I was supposed to watch them grow up and see them graduate. Watch them enjoy their lives and, maybe, them eventually becoming parents.

My head suddenly turned to my parents, I looked at their faces and both of them held a small smile with dried tears clearly noticeable on their faces. My eyes glanced down on their hands, they were hold each other's hands, with their wedding rings on. Another sob came out of my mouth and hoped that they were able to move on with their next life. I felt a tiny happy feeling inside of me, my parents were divorced and they separated, but seeing them like this.. It made me feel.. somehow happy.

My tears were never ending. They kept on falling as I let out a scream. It hurt. My family is gone, without me, and soon I too will be gone. But I did not wanted to go, not yet.. Not alone. I got up and grabbed a blanket, placing it over my family. I noticed one of our gardening flowers in the living room, it was withering, but I took it and placed it on top of the blanket.

"Thank you.. For everything. I hope you were able to move on. I love you all... May we meet again."

A hiccup escaped my mouth, I quickly wiped my tears even though they kept on coming. My eyes went to the TV, the timer kept on going down and flashing, reminding me the time I had left to live the life I couldn't live at its fullest. I clenched my jaw and threw the closest thing to me on it, which was a family frame and made my way to the front door, locking it, out of habit and looked at my house I've lived it for the past 18 years.

All the good and bad memories flashing in my head, finally arriving to the conclusion even if I mostly had downs, I've enjoyed many moments of it. I was still glad to be able to live, experiencing things, even though I would have experienced more. Then the feeling of regret came to me, I shouldn't have wasted the time and moments I locked myself up in my room.

"Goodbye... My memory box."

With that, I made my way to the usual hangout of my friends and I. There was one more thing I wanted to say to someone first. The thought of them gone came across my head and my walking became jogging then running. The people in the streets were wildly insane. Some celebrating, some were trying to loot places before entering their bunkers, some were making out, some were crying. There were too many things happening, it terrified me. The sirens started to go and a mix of screaming, cheering and crying could be heard.

"I don't have much time... I need to see him... Its- AHH!"

The sound of guns could be heard, people started to shoot each other and a bunch of troubled people descended their vehicles and screamed 'We're all going to die soon, give up your life already'. That sentence caused a havoc amongst the people, bodies started to flop on the ground and blood spattered everywhere, this made me run faster. I stop dead in my tracks as I came face to face with the silent guy in my physics class who I would always bring his favourite chocolate chips cookie. My hands immediately went up as soon as I saw the crossbow he was holding.

“Nerd.”

Every step he took, made me insides hurt me even more. I would always try to cheer him up or make him smile or even get to open up, in the end I would always be the one ending up talking about how much of a wuss I am when I would always fail to get along with him again. He came up to me, his long pink hair swaying by his side, I closed my eyes and waited for the agonizing pain, but it never came, instead, I was engulfed in a warm hug. My eyes shot wide open as I returned the hug and squeezed the man.

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me. You made me feel things that a normal teenager should feel. What do they call it? Fireflies? No, I think it was butterflies. But too bad, it’s time to say goodbye now. I do admit, I will miss your rants.”

“Techno-“

“Dave, now go. Go to him.”

“Dave… thank you.”

I felt him give a small peck on my cheek before he turns away gracefully, I fully took note of what he was wearing, it was beautiful. He was dressed as if he was a king or even a god, his red cape flowing through the wind perfectly. I smiled and continued my course. After making turns, I finally arrived to the hangout spot, my running turned into jogging then walking, then I finally stopped, seeing his tall figure and his signature long brown coat and beanie.

"Wil-"

There he was. Comforting her, whispering things in her ear. The both of them were sitting on the bench we made, so the whole gang could fit in it. She looked up to him, her tears still falling down. I saw him lean in and she did the same thing. My breathing stopped. My head and thoughts went numb. Both of their eyes closing, lips about to touch. Before I could see the action happen, I was turned around, my face making contact with a torso and my body embraced in a hug. My sobs were silenced by the loud sirens. It hurts. He knew I liked him, he knew and now he's there kissing Niki.

My best friend.

I confessed to him, only to have him tell me he wanted space to think. Niki knew I liked him as well, hell she was the one who helped me gather my courage to go confess to him. Was I that oblivious to not notice the sudden change in Wilbur's behaviour whenever he saw Niki close or the way he talked, always harsh to me, but always soft to Niki? And the look he held in his eyes when I'm with him, nothing but boredom and annoyance and when Niki showed up, his eyes would light up and smile immediately. He would always find a way to finis the conversation quickly so that he can go talk with her.

I was blinded by what I thought was love.

"Let it out.. Let it all out y/n."

I recognized who it was just by the sound of his voice. Clay. I hugged him tighter, before my knees gave up, the both of us ending up on the ground. Never once Clay let me go. His arms were around me in a protective manner, his hand caressing my back and felt him humming something, head still on his chest.

Clay.

The one who was always been there for me when I was at my lowest and needed someone. The one who always took me out of my cave of a room when I was sad. The one who would stay up all night to play games with me. The one who helped me the most when my older sibling died. The one who would encourage me to go hang out with Nick, George and him when the others were having a chill hangout when I wasn't invited. The one who always cheered me up when I was gloomy and unwell. The one who always visited me whenever I missed a day in school.

He was the one who truly cared about my health.

The only one who truly cared about me.

I looked up to him, taking in all his features for the first time. His freckles sprayed perfectly on his face, his blonde hair was displayed in a messy way, they were wavy, reminded me of Wilbur's. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long as ever, lips looking plum and nose looking boopable. He wore a simple outfit, jeans with black converse and his signature lime green hoodie with a smiley face of it. The small breeze made his hair slightly move to the wind and made his eyes open. Those beautiful emerald green eyes.

Oh, they were the prettiest colour I've ever seen. Just looking at them, I got lost in them. They would always gave me a sort of warm and welcoming feeling. How could've I not looked at him like this before? Never once I fully took in his features. Clay, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Why was I always focused on Wilbur?

When the one who truly cared for me, was always by my side?

A wave of guilt hit me, my vision becoming blurry ones again, Clay must've felt my shaking and heard my sobs once again. He looked down to me, eyes meeting each other's and a soft smile came across is beautiful face. I was no longer held in a hug, but his hands made contact with my cheeks, cupping them. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and put his forehead on mine. I found it selfish that I enjoyed this, Clay was always there for me and I wasn't able to pay his kindness.

"Clay... Why? You were always there for me, but.. I don't understand.. why?"

"It's you, y/n. It's always been you. I was head over heels for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. As we grew closer, I fell even more for you. Y/n, you're a wonderful woman, you're fucking gorgeous and you're amazing. Wilbur's a fucking asshole for not accepting you, the man fucked up and seeing you losing your smile.. It broke me. It fucking broke me. I didn't want you to lose that precious smile. You're an amazing person and you deserve the world, I.. I couldn't give you all of the things you deserve.

You went through so much and it always broke me seeing you unwell and unstable. I don't know how you do it... You're so fucking strong. After all that.. You still managed to keep a smile and be an optimist. I know that happy persona is nothing but a front, I know, trust me. — he paused for a moment, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear — Darling, you have no idea how lucky and happy I am to be able to see the real you. Every moment I spent with you, were the best moments in my life, Y/n."

I took in all of his words and played them in my head several times. I felt his thumb caressing my cheeks and hear him sniffle. I noticed the tears rolling down his face and this made something explode in my heart. I never saw Clay cry. Never once this man showed any sign of sadness or whatsoever before. Taking in on the fact that he was always on the one sided love destroyed me. He was making sure I was doing okay even though it meant to destroy him.

My thoughts were fighting against each other. All of the moments I have spent with Clay played in my head all over again. Remembering all of the times he would make me blush, because we would compliment me. The times were we would tease each other. The times were we would both pretend to be lovers just to be able to get 'couple discounts' and 'couple contests'. The moments I truly felt happy. And finally... The moment he would always make my heart skip a beat and give me butterflies. All of the thoughts led me to one conclusion that was written everywhere, all of the signs were there, but I was too blind actually see it...

Clay was the one I truly loved.

My eyes flickered to the object in the sky, slowly but quickly approaching us. I panicked and placed my hands on his cheeks. He looked at me in the eyes, his were red due to the crying and his expression was even more hard to take in. My breathing started to quicken, I shook my head, wanting to talk with him more, figure things out, but the object in the sky was making me stressed.

"Why..?! W..Why haven't you said anything Clay..?! I... Why only now??"

He looked up seeing the nukes coming closer and clenched his jaw. He once again faced me and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes immediately closed, suddenly forgetting about everything happening around us. Never wanting for this moment to end. When he pulled away, he pulled me back to reality. The sounds of the nukes coming was getting louder and louder. The lights started to blind my view.

"Clay.. Clay! N..No.. We can talk about this... I.. We can fix this... We can..."

Clay engulfed me in a hug, caressing me, trying to calm my horrified self. I clung onto the man whom I've realized, was the one. My cries were loud, I felt drops of water on my shoulder. He too was crying. Kissing my forehead on last time, he smile at me saying his final words.

"In another life... Maybe, it will be meant to be."

I looked at him for the last time, accepting my fate and gave him a genuine smile, for the first time.

"I love you."

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published : June 20 2021, 4:40 am

modified : August 25 2021, 12:25pm

[amerrierworld]

Lost

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

request: can i request something angsty and fluffy for tammy x reader?☺️ feel free to involve the whole ocean's 8 gang (they all ofc ship reader & tammy)

Summary: you get lost during a mission that turns dangerous and Tammy desperately tries to find you.

Characters: Tammy x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,786

Warnings: I hope this is what you meant with angsty :D Angst! Fluff! A bit of a near-death experience... but SFW and happy ending.

You held your breath, hiding in a dark, hidden alcove of the English countryside mansion. The building was massive, and very creepy, especially at night.

Your heart thumped in your ears as you registered low, hushed and angry voices down the hall from you. 

There were many jewels secretly kept hidden inside this mansion, locked away from the public that your team had gotten intel on. It was the one night that there were very few security guards around the place, and you and Constance had slipped in quietly.

However, you weren’t alone. 

A group of local thugs had similar plans, apparently, and somehow you had both arrived at the same time. Or they had already stolen the jewels and were now hanging around. 

Normally you wouldn’t be bothered by extra obstacles in a mission, but a loud bang had startled both you and Constance until you felt like you might be sick.

They had guns, and clearly weren’t afraid to use them, since the security guard was shot dead right on the front steps.

Immediately, Debbie had yelled in your earpieces from their hidden van outside to get back to the group. No amount of jewels was worth your lives, and you were grateful for her leadership. But you had gotten separated from Constance, and your earpiece had no reception where you were due to the thick walls and maze of a house, so now you were hiding by yourself, terrified.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought, breathing hard to calm your nerves. If they saw you and considered you a threat, one shot and you were done for. 

All you had was a knife, and you didn’t think that would do much against a gun from a distance.

“Did ya hear something?” one stranger’s voice said, piercing the silence.

“Nah, probably just some vermin. This place is super old. No one else knows what’s hidden here,” another replied.

They were right around the corner, carrying flashlights. If they  took one step closer, they’d see you, and you’d be fucked.

A loud crash from a window breaking made all of you jump.

“What th fuck was that?” one hissed.

“Maybe some stupid local kids thinking they’re being clever. C’mon, let’s scare them away.”

Your heart was in your throat as you listened to them hurry away from your hiding place, and you nearly sobbed with relief.

-

“Tammy, get back here!” Debbie hoarsely whispered. The blonde mom-of-two ignored her, reaching into the back to grab a black hoodie and gloves. “You’re being so stupid.”

Constance had arrived by the van, out of breath, ready to collapse, but you were no where in sight. As soon as she explained that Y/N got separated and she couldn’t find you in the dark, Tammy had sucked in a deep breath and prepped to go in herself. 

“I don’t care, Debbie,” Tammy replied, stubborn as ever, “she’s in there alone and I’m not gonna let her die because of some thugs.”

“If you go in there, you’re both going to die!” Lou shouted, the other girls shushing her immediately. 

“Look, I’ll try her earpiece again, but all we can do is sit here and wait, alright?”  Debbie said, “they have guns, Tammy! This isn’t a game anymore.”

“Then you should’ve thought of that before we got here, Deb!” Tammy retorted. “I need to get her myself, I won’t let her die in there.”

With that, and all the courage she could muster, she jumped out of the vehicle and ran off before anyone else could stop her.

The mansion was surrounded by trees and forestry stretching out in a large plot of land. Tammy could see the lights of the strangers flickering through the windows and sneaked around the other side of the house. 

“You’re an idiot, Tammy,” Debbie said into her earpiece. “But I got Y/N’s location. I just can’t get her earpiece to work. You’ll have to find her.”

“Where is she?”

“East wing, the other side of where you are now. I don��t know what floor, you’ll have to look for her yourself.”

“Fuck,” she muttered. Then, an idea. Her kids once got in trouble for breaking a neighbour’s window when playing catch. Just this time, their idiocy could help her out.

She picked up a large rock and found a window close to her. She’d have to hide immediately and get inside somehow, but this would give her time.

“Okay I’m gonna distract them, keep an eye on Y/N for me.”

“Wh-what? Tam, what are you-”

One long swing and the window shattered with a crash. The rock rolled  around inside the room where it landed, and Tammy dashed off in the other direction. 

“Fuck this fucking job,” Tammy muttered to herself as she squeezed through a different open window. Then, into her earpiece, “Debbie, I’m retiring after this okay? No more criminality for me.”

She tried to remember what Constance had said when she saw you the last time before you got separated. It was eerily quiet as she carefully walked through the hallways.

“You’re close, Tammy, she should be right around the corner,” Debbie piped up. Tammy’s heart was beating rapidly, “I think she’s frozen in fear.”

Tammy felt guilty at the thought, she should’ve gone in with you, damn it.

When she found you, you had pulled out the knife in fear, only seeing a dark figure approach her. From what Tammy could tell in the dark, you were pale beyond belief, your eyes blown wide.

“It’s me,” Tammy whispered. Your knees nearly buckled at the sight of her, and you fell into her arms as a sob almost escaped you, but you forced yourself to be quiet.

“Tammy,” you croaked, hugging her tightly. She pulled away, saw how fearful your expression was, and was overcome with emotion. She kissed you, hard on the mouth, wanting to feel all of you, real and alive.  

“We have to get out of here,” she whispered, “Debbie says fuck the jewels.”

You giggled softly and nodded, letting Tammy grip your hand and pull you along.

“I’ve got her,” she said, pressing the ear piece.

“Good, now get the fuck out of there before we have to drag your bodies out.”

You were almost back at where Tammy had climbed in through the window, before Tammy pressed you back against the wall, into the shadows, cursing mentally at the sound of footsteps.

“Did you open this window here?” one voice said.

“No, did you?”

“It’s an old house,” a third stranger’s voice said, “no doubt it was already open. Don’t be so paranoid.”

“Hey, I could swear I heard voices.”

“That’s because we’re in the dark, and you’re a wuss. I told you not to shoot that guy but you didn’t listen.”

“He could’ve shot us!”

Their bickering went on, and Tammy looked at you, your eyes wide and pleading and afraid.

“Deb,” she whispered, barely audible, breathing into the earpiece, “we need help.”

“On it. Here goes.”

Immediately, loud sirens started up from outside, and the thugs jumped in fear.

“Fuck! The fucking police, are you kidding?”

“Some local probably ratted us out after the gunshot, damn it!”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

They practically flew themselves through the open window, breaking more glass. Tammy eyed them just around the corner, watching them run in the opposite direction of the blaring sirens.

“Come on and get back here, I can’t keep them on forever, otherwise real cops are coming to sniff this place out,” Debbie yelled into your ears. You grabbed Tammy’s hand, and ran.

As soon as your feet hit the grass outside, you ran like you’d never ran before, with Tammy close behind. 

The two of you almost missed the van, camouflaged as it was, if it weren't for Lou shoving open one of the doors, shouting over the sirens,

“Get in you sissies!”

You nearly cried with laughter and relief as she pulled the two of you inside, and the van sped away. Once you got on a real road again, Debbie turned off the sirens, and kept speeding up until you were sure the mansion was behind you.

You were in near hysterics, the relief of safety came flooding in and you collapsed in Tammy’s arms, her cheeks wet with tears.

Lou draped a blanket over your shoulders and the rest of the team scurried to the front of the van, trying to give you two as much privacy as possible.

“Alright?” Tammy asked you, and you nodded, despite the tears still spilling from your eyes. “God, Y/N, I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Me? When I saw you there in front of me, I was terrified that you were gonna get killed!” you exclaimed, voice rough from crying, “what did you think you were doing?”

“Saving you, you idiot,” she said, tightly holding your shoulders, “I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing!”

“Trust us, Y/N, we tried to make her sit and do nothing,” Lou piped up.

“Why didn’t you try harder?” you demanded, furious, “Tam, you could’ve died, and it would’ve been m-my fault,” you hiccuped with new sobs.

“You would’ve done the same for me,” Tammy retorted, eyes blazing. “Y/N, I love you. I couldn’t just sit and watch when I could do something about it.”

You shuddered, staring at her incredulously, your senses overwhelmed with fear, relief, love, worry. Instead of saying anything, you lunged forward and kissed her, hard like she’d kissed you, and Tammy sobbed into your mouth with relief.

The rest of the crew erupted into cheers and your face flushed red, burying your face in Tammy’s shoulder.

“Shut up you,” Tammy ordered them cheekily, “all that matters is we’re safe now. Fuck the jewels, right?”

“Right,” Debbie grinned.

“Wha- fuck the jewels? Really?” 

Constance stared at Debbie, mouth hanging open in sheer offence,  before tugging off her black beanie and turning it over. A handful of glittery diamonds and jewels tumbled out onto the floor. 

The group gaped at her, and she shrugged.

“I lost Y/N, and tried to find them, and then found this instead, before those thugs almost caught me. Don’t tell me ‘fuck the jewels’ when I nearly busted my ass getting these.”

“You’re a life saver,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around Tammy.

“Hey, I think it’s a win-win,” Constance put up her hands in defence, “we got our jewels, didn’t get caught, and Tammy got to save her damsel in distress.”

“Excuse me?” you said, flustered at the implication. Tammy grinned and kissed your cheek.

“All in all, a successful mission, I’d say,” Constance replied, crossing her arms and leaning back. 

Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

[pro-bee]

I wish you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you

[not me using a song lyric on an ELLICK fic when I don’t even know them lmao]

quick fic that was stuck in my head after the drama from last night... which I didn’t even watch.

This is for my boos @indestinatus @delicatefalice @wanna-be-bold and everyone else who are hurting from last night. (Also @coffeedepablo because I know she doesn’t watch for Ellick either but she likes new things to read lmao)

Disclaimer: as I mentioned, I have not watched this show in forever, so I hope I did your Nick justice, guys. Also, I haven’t proofread this.

Spoilers: Season 18 finale

Characters: Nick Torres, Ziva David. Mentions of a certain agent who has gone rogue.

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“You were wrong, you know.”

“Excuse me?”

To say you could cut the tension with a knife would be a gross understatement. A chainsaw, maybe. But the broody agent has said nary a word all day, the torment plastered all over his face speaking for him. 

“About me and Ellie. When you said— You don’t even know how wrong you were.”

“Agent Torres, I—“ She tries to find the words to convey decades of heartbreak and lessons learned in response, but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. No offense, Ziva, but I shouldn’t have listened to you.”

She aches at the sight of his obvious pain, one she knows all too well herself. (From both the inflicting and receiving ends.)

“You know, I thought you were full of crap at first. No— Part of me knew you were right, okay, but the bigger part knew there was a reason not to go there. That it was better to just let it run its course. But then your irritating voice was niggling at me in the back of my head to tell her. To stop being a wuss. And I resisted it, I really did, because I knew what would happen. I knew it. But, I caved. I put it out there. And I couldn’t take it back. And you know what happened?

“She said it back. And it— it gave me hope, you know. It’s so fucking stupid I could— But it did. And do you know how that felt?”

“How?” She can see the rage firing behind the despair in his voice, and already knows this story doesn’t have a happy ending.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s what. Honest to God fantastic. And before I knew it, it was gone. No, not gone— it ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it into a million pieces. She just— Ziva, she just left.” Because they always leave. That’s the moral of the story. It doesn’t matter how much you love them or they love you, one way or another, they walk out of your life and leave you to pick up the pieces. This is a cycle that will never end. “It’s like none of it mattered. Like I didn’t matter. I guess I didn’t.” 

“You know that’s not true.” She wishes they were really friends, that she could do and say the things that would bring comfort in moments like these. But they aren’t, so she settles for being his emotional punching bag while he works this out.

“Do I? We had this talk, you know. The Talk. She claimed she felt the same way about me, but obviously not enough to tell me what was going on or give me the damn courtesy to let me know she was leaving. Do you know that? She was going to leave without saying a word, even after everything we— She just left.” The words hang in the air, and she tries not to think about how she too was once the one who just left. Too many years of solitude (and now, therapy) have told her not to revisit this well of misery. Yet seeing the aftermath in front of her opens old wounds she’d never fully believed would ever heal. 

“Torres, I am so sorry. If I had known, I would have—“

He scoffs, and rolls his eyes. “What? Stopped her? You and I both know that wouldn’t happen.”

“I won’t pretend to know how you feel, and I can’t even say I know why she left, because I don’t, but if I can offer some insight from the other side… Sometimes that feeling that drives you to do these things is stronger than even your feelings the people you love. Certainly more than your own well-being. I don’t know what she’s doing, or where she is, but all I can say is… Sometimes you feel like you’re cornered, and the only thing you know how to do is to push everyone else away to keep them safe from you. It is not rational, nor is it healthy, but— sometimes, this thing inside overtakes everything else. I can promise you it really has nothing to do with how she feels for you.”

“I should be enough.” He softens; all he wants is to be enough someday. 

“Yes, you should. But right now, she isn’t even enough for herself. She does not want you involved because that would make her face that.”

The fatigue washes over him, as though the conversation will draw his last breath.

“I’m just… I’m mad. I’m so mad. At her. At myself. At Odette. At you. At… everyone.” 

“I know.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.”

“This sucks.”

“I know.”

They stand there together in the silence for a moment, coming to a place of understanding at their unfortunate reason for kinship at the moment.

“You really don’t know where she is?”

“No. Odette has not involved me in anything since I’ve been home. She wants to keep my family safe.”

Oh, the irony.

He snorts, unleashing the rising bitterness again: “But she has no problem putting Ellie’s in danger?”

“I wish I knew. All I can tell you is if Odette pulled Agent Bishop into this, then there must have been a good reason. But if it got to this point— there must not have been any other choice.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Sorry. I never was known for my tact.”

He relents a little, knowing this doesn’t really have anything to do with her. “I think you do okay.”

She offers him a gentle smile in appreciation. “I really wish things had worked out differently.”

“Me too.”

“But Agent Torres? I promise you it was worth it.” He understands the it she’s talking about. “She knows. And you know.”

He stares at the floor, lost in his thoughts, and she wonders what she should do to help at the moment. For all her experience at heartbreak, watching it from the sidelines is a decidedly different experience. 

“Can I buy you a beer?”

“Nah. I’ll take a rain check on that, though. For when I’m a little less mad at you.” She laughs softly, and the corners of his mouth turn up in what may be the first hint of a smile he’s had in months. 

“Deal.”

“And Ziva?”

“Hmm?”

“I can still take you down.” Fake it till you make it, right?

“I will believe that when I see it.” She takes this as her cue to leave. “Night Agent Torres.”

“Night,” he answers over his shoulder as she heads to the elevator. He stands in the darkened bullpen, lost in his thoughts and his turmoil, but somehow, he feels a little better. (And a little bitter.)

Because she knows.

[whumpasaurus101]

Through Sickness and Health

Me sick = Asher sick >:D

CW: reference to vomitting / cursing / not too whumpy :) / whumper caretaker / sick whumpee

Previous / Masterlist

Asher let out a groan as he woke up. His head felt like it was weighed down by every single thing in the world. His head was pounding as he stretched. He slowly opened his eyes, quickly shutting them as he noticed how bright the room was.

He heard Rodger starting to stir beside him. “Why is it so fucking bright in here?” Rodger chuckled, “Asher, the blackout curtains are closed, its only my bedside lamp that’s on. Its not bright.” Asher practically growled this time, “Well then fucking turn it off!”

“Asher,” Rodger spoke as if warning him, “Mind your language, don't give me cheek.” Asher scoffed, “Stop treating me like a five year old.” Rodger pushed down the anger and smiled, “Wow, its possible for you to actually say one sentence without adding a curse word! Congrats!”

Asher pushed his head face first further into the pillow, “Shut up!!” “Asher, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I feel like shit.”

Rodger thought for a moment and turned to face Asher, lying on his side, “Let me check your temperature.” Asher turned his face towards him, “My what?” Rodger rolled his eyes, “Just bring your head closer to me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You're going to hit me.” Rodger let out a chesty laugh, “Hah! Surprisingly not this time.” Asher slowly brought his head closer and flinched as Rodger raised his hand but slowly relaxed as Rodger’s hand was gently placed over his forehead. “Huh, you are quite hot.” Asher smirked, “Why thank you.” Rodger smacked Asher’s forehead, “Your temperature, dummy. I see the illness hasn’t affected your humour. Asher smiled a toothy grin, “Never.”

“Alright, stay here, I’ll get a thermometre.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh my god- just- just stay here for a second, Jesus Christ.”

Asher surprisingly stayed. His head felt on fire, his nose felt blocked, his throat was sore, his body ached and his stomach felt as if all of his insides were knotted tightly together. He did not want to move. Rodger soon returned with something ‘pipe-like’ in his hand.

“Oh great, another little kinky torture device of yours, what are you g-” He was quickly shut up as Rodger stuck the thermometer between his lips, “Keep that there for a few minutes.” Asher looked down at it quizzically, eyebrows furrowed. Rodger chuckled to himself as he saw Asher’s eyes cross as he studied the thermometer.

A few minutes later, Rodger took back the thermometer and studied it, “Shit, okay, basically, you're sick.” “Yeah, no fucking shit sherlock.”

Rodger glared at him, “Look, if you're expecting me to be nice today, drop you're fucking attitude.” And with that, Rodger left the room, slamming the door behind him. Asher groaned as the slam worsened his headache.

His throat was itchy. He was cold. Holy shit, was he dying?

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly woke up with a jolt as he heard the sound of pots and pans being banged against something. Once he opened his eyes he let out a yelp from the black-curtains pulled back, letting all the morning light in.

He quickly covered his eyes and ears as Rodger continued to bang a metal pot over and over with a wooden spoon from the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing?!?”

“I'm sorry, what? I can't hear you!”

“Yeah, well maybe put down the fucking pot!!”

Rodger chuckled and surprisingly did, “Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with this today.” Asher slowly brought his hands down from his face, “Can't you just leave me alone for one day?” Rodger fake smiled, “Sorry buddy, no can do!”

“Please, I’ll do anything!”

Rodger smirked, we’ll see. Now, go take a shower and come into the kitchen when you're done.” Asher nodded and Rodger left.

After several minutes of staring at the blak wall, Asher finally motivated himself to get up and go into the bathroom. He yawned -immediately regretting it as his throat started getting sore again- and turned on the shower. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and stretched. Once he got into the shower he was relieved to feel hot water against his skin. He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

Once he stepped out of the shower he shivered and quickly slipped into a fresh pair of clothes. He yawned again as he entered the kitchen. “Ah, well good morning there sunshine,” Rodger beamed. Asher grumbled under his breath as his headache grew worse from just the sight of Rodger.

“Take a seat and drink this.”

“What is it?”

“It will help.” “What is it.”

Rodger sighed and held himself back from smashing Asher’s head against the table. “Its just codeine, it should help with your headache.” Asher looked skeptically at the fizzing glass of water in front of him. He slowly brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

“Fuck!” Rodger chuckled as Asher spat out the drink. “How the hell is that supposed to help my headache?! It's just making me feel even worse!” “If you down it you should be fine, now don't be a wuss.”

Asher scowled at the glass. It looked like normal water but with white floating bits and bubbles. “I'm not drinking that.”

“You don't have to, you'll just have to continue to live with that migraine of yours.”

Asher looked truly torn and Rodger loved it. He took a few breaths before picking up the glass and chugging three quarters of the contents. “Oh that tastes vile!!!” He finished the last bit and gagged slightly. Rodger looked up from the glass he was drying, “You doing okay there?”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

Asher ran from the kitchen into the bathroom and well… the rest wasn’t pretty. Rodger chuckled from the kitchen as he heard Asher, he was being a complete baby! It was hilarious! And he couldn't wait to see the look on Asher’s face with the next thing he had in mind.

Ten minutes later, Asher stumbled into the kitchen, clutching his stomach. “You're as white as snow,” Rodger chuckled. Asher chose to ignore him and slumped in the seat he was previously sitting in, plopping his head down on his folded arms and groaned. His head came up as something was placed in front of him. He gagged again at the sight of vegetable soup, it looked very similar to-

He ran out of the kitchen again.

Rodger chortled once more and turned to the toaster. He slipped two slices of bread into each slot and pushed the handle down. With no bother, he ate the vegetable soup and hummed happily.

When Asher returned once more, he looked half dead, “Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse. Rodger buttered the two slices of toast, cut them into triangles and set the plate in front of Asher, “Hey, it's alright now, I have had my fun for now. Try and eat some of that, I'm not having you complaining later about how I ‘didn't feed you’.”

Asher glumly took a bite of the toast and slowly chewed it. Once he had eaten two triangles he pushed the plate forward, looking up at Rodger who stepped forward and took the plate away, “I’ll wrap it up just in case you feel like nibbling at it again, okay?”

Asher nodded and closed his eyes, soon to be woken from his trance as his shoulder was softly shaken, “Hey Ashy,” Rodger whispered gently, “Lets move to the couch, hm?” Asher looked up at him with pleading eyes and nodded.

Rodger picked him up bridal style and laid him down on the couch. “Hmm, what movie should we watch? How about Beauty and the Beast?” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, he had no clue what they were. Rodger chuckled, “Right, I forgot, we’ll start with this one.”

Rodger selected the movie and lifted Asher up slightly, sitting on the couch so Asher’s head rested on his lap. The movie played and Rodger started running his hands through Asher’s hair. Halfwaywhumper caretaker

through the movie, Rodger could hear Asher’s heavy breathing. He leaned forward to see Asher fast asleep. He chuckled and sat back again watching the movie while absentmindedly stroking Asher’s hair.

Asher would have to make up for this, but for now, now they just relaxed.

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[anasticklefics]

Cramped

Fandom: IT

Characters: Eddie/Richie

Anonymous said: if ur cool writing for them, maybe reddie and the sort of “i know you love this” teasing?

A/N: I’ve written at least three unfinished IT fics the past few months and I can never seem to finish them, so I’m so happy I finally did and I really hope you like it!!

Words: 739

The summer they turned 20 they went on a road trip, just the two of them, cramped up in a way too small car that had to bear witness to many quarrels just two days into the trip. They’d claimed this would be the only time they would do something like this together, as the rest of the losers would inevitably want to tag along if they did this after turning 21. Eddie had briefly wondered if either of them would be alive to see that birthday, as he was rather certain they would kill each other before the month of June ended.

“Eyes on the fucking road, Rich!” he said at least a hundred times a day, and Richie rolled his eyes each time and let go of Eddie’s knee which made Eddie a bit sad, but he never said anything about it.

Sometimes the cramped space did them favors, though, when they’d parked somewhere for the night after failing at finding a motel or the likes. Eddie always expected them to fight about it. For Richie to accuse Eddie of not knowing how to read a fucking map, for Eddie to claim Richie had missed like three fucking turns. But it was always the most disastrous situations with the most uncertain outcomes that brought them closer. Maybe Eddie would’ve pondered that more had he wanted to ruin his own life.

“Well, this is cozy,” Richie said, having folded down the car seats so that they could sleep semi comfortably. Eddie would never admit it, but it bothered him that they couldn’t touch as easily with this setup. At motels they could at least push the beds together.

“I guess,” he replied, staring at the street light just outside the window that would probably become a problem. “You sure we can’t park closer to the woods?”

“Uh, and get murdered in our sleep? No thank you.”

“I didn’t take you for a wuss.”

Richie’s eyebrows knitted together. “I’m not. Take that back.”

“If you show me you’re not afraid to park in the woods I will.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Okay, well, then you’re a-”

“Don’t say it, Ed.”

Eddie poked him in the ribs. “Wuss.”

“Okay, that’s it!”

But Eddie was quicker, knowing exactly how to maneuver Richie in this cramped up space. One knee between Richie’s legs, one hand holding down one of Richie’s wrists while the other tickled the skin just beside the trapped limb. Unable to move properly and not being able to reach Eddie’s offending fingers with his other hand, Richie was left a blabbering mess. It was funny. After all these years Richie always claimed to be the tickle king between the two when they both knew Eddie could turn the tables in two seconds if he wanted.

Partly because Richie was scared of triggering his asthma, but whatever.

“I know you love this,” Eddie said with a grin and Richie groaned, unused to embarrassment and very bad at handling it. “Maybe I’ll stop if you admit it.”

He could feel the car shaking a bit with Richie’s increasing efforts to get away. Eddie blushed only a little bit at the thought of what this could look like if anyone saw them, but his sudden fear was bigger and he heaved himself off of his boyfriend before Richie had even started laughing. Richie must’ve known something was wrong, then, because Eddie never stopped before he got him laughing.

“Eds?”

“We should sleep.”

“You were right.”

“Huh?”

Pink tinted Richie’s cheeks, but he didn’t look away when he said, “I do love it.”

“Oh.” Eddie had to grin at it. “Well, took you long enough to admit it.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Hey, hey, no, I’m sorry. Look at me.” Richie did, his blush growing by the second. “I’m glad you told me.”

“Well, I figured it was time,” Richie said with a shrug, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “So.”

“So?”

“So do I have to now ask you to continue or will you show me some fucking mercy?”

Eddie let out a laugh which would very soon mingle with Richie’s surprised one when he reached over to squeeze his thigh. “You big baby.”

“Shut up- shit!”

“Oh, be quiet, I know you love it.”

It was only then that Eddie realized that Richie had confessed in order to distract Eddie from the fear that refused to leave him be. He appreciated it.

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 5 』

· Sept. 29th → Habit is Second Nature ·

Characters: female!reader, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi (+ bonus characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Testurou)

Prompts: A. best character development + B. patterns and habits

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, headcanons, patterns and habits, best character development

A/N: I haven't done any character x reader stuff for this challenge yet because I tend to do NSFW stuff. But I thought I'd do some fluffy stuff about the characters with the best development and their habits as your boyfriend! (Plus a couple of bonus boys, because I couldn't help myself!! 🥰)

All my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NSFW stuff on my blog too. Feel free to take a gander. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Haikyuu × reader / patterns and habits

☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Gets up at 5:30am to go for a run every morning but forgets to send you a 'good morning' text don't be upset, it just doesn't really occur to him

Gets all giddy when he receives one from you, though literally cannot stop smiling. Doesn't know what to do with himself

Often forgets his pencil case and comes by your class to borrow stuff

When he buys milk from the vending machine, he will start buying some for you as well without you asking he's trying to show he cares

Milk makes him happy, so it should make you happy too, right? 😭

Frowns and blushes when you start hugging and nuzzling him in public he'll start stammering, too, if you took him by surprise

But then he pouts when you stop 🤭

Is embarrassed about asking you to touch him my poor touch-starved baby 😭

Blushes and looks at the floor whenever he talks about something romantic or intimate

Leans his forehead against yours when he wants to express how he feels but doesn't know how I might be crying...

He loves hearing the sound of your voice, so he often falls asleep while in the middle of a late-night phone call with you you can hear the soft sound of his breathing through the receiver 😭😭

Writes down important dates you tell him because he just knows he's going to forget them

Discretely interlaces his fingers with yours when he feels vulnerable prOTECT HIM

Lots and lots of hugs from behind because eye contact can be a bit much for him, and he's sometimes nervous about you seeing his face

Can get angry and shout at you without warning when he's stressed or upset, and he feels terrible after

Writes out his apologies on reams and reams of paper and rehearses them a million times in front of the mirror but somehow still forgets most of it?

Smiles like a literal angel when he does something to make you happy that's all he wants, y'all 😭

Will try his best at everything, whether it's trying new things with you or doing the same old stuff he's always done

Nuzzles the back of your neck when you're spooning, and kisses his way across your shoulders and down your back as a way of saying, 'I love you and you're mine'

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Says the cheesiest, most romantic things to you with a straight face, but blushes and hides his face when you return the favour

Bounces around the room when he's excited

Always asks you how your day was and is genuinely interested

Rests his head on your shoulder when you're sitting together

Shouts really loudly at random moments because of surprise/frustration/excitement/any sudden emotion, really 😅 gives you mini heart attacks

Always sneezes really fucking loudly??

Sends you adorable cat videos when he knows you've had a bad day

Subtly presses his leg against yours whenever you're sat together, especially when you're both supposed to be studying 👀

Wipes your cheeks and kisses the end of your nose whenever you've been crying

Sings in the shower because he thinks you can't hear him

Will give his gym towel to you with a smile whenever you get soaked in the rain rather than dry himself off

Treasures every little gift you get him

Is fine becoming a human hot water bottle by little-spooning every month when your period comes around he runs at a really high temperature, and actually really enjoys it. So cute 😍

Runs down the halls to your class every break to bring you your favourite drink from the vending machine

Loves sharing cakes with you and feeding each other it sounds cringy, but he makes it so cute and natural

Always pulls goofy faces when he Snapchats you

Leaves you cute voicemails when he wanted to talk to you but you're busy

Shows up unannounced at your house when he's troubled because he just really needs to see you

If he just sees your face, then he knows that it's somehow going to be alright

Y'all, I can't 😭😭🤧

☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Teases the crap out of you on a regular basis just to see you all pouty and frustrated

Pretends not to remember your birthday/anniversary/etc. every year so he can drop by your house later that day and surprise you with a gift

Pulls your cheeks when he thinks you're being too cute

Kisses the ends of your fingers when he wants to show affection but doesn't know how

Flicks your forehead whenever he thinks you're being stupid or irritating 🙄

Lowkey blushes every time he sees you cheering for him in the stands I SEE THAT LITTLE SMILE, TSUKKI

Makes you sit on his lap all the time for no good reason other than to tease you bruh

Often ends up taking the teasing too far and winds up feeling rotten because you're now genuinely upset

Sucks at applogies, but will always try to set it right if he's at fault, even if it's awkward

Gives the biggest, warmest hugs when he wants to which isn't much, but hey. Take what you can get

Always sends you a text to make sure you've got home safe, but it's never in those words. It's always under the guise of something else Tsukki, pLEaSE

Grumbles to himself out of jealousy whenever you show attention to other guys, especially his brother

Deliberately gives you his sweaters and hoodies to wear after a shower because he thinks it's super cute, but acts like it's nothing you ain't slick, Tsukki 🤣

☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Reaches for your hand first whenever you're together

Nose and forehead kisses when he sees you in the morning

Hand-picks a bunch of flowers for you every Monday because he knows you hate Mondays 🥺🤧

Waits for you at the gate after school every day

Always stands up for you, no matter what he may be soft, but he's not a WUSS 😠

Asks to borrow your other earphone whenever you're listening to something

Wants to spoon with you whenever he's feeling down and you'll never refuse

Always arrives 15 minutes early for every date despite changing his outfit several times out of nervousness

Blushes in pride whenever he lends you his jacket because you're cold adorbs

Sends you little pick-me-up messages when you're busy so you can read them when you're free

Helps you tie up your hair for gym class, and is surprisingly good at making pretty hairstyles

Traces his fingers over your palms and other body parts whenever you're curled up together

Has your name saved on every social media and contact list as something cute like 'My Sunshine 💛' or 'My Honeybee 🐝'

Twiddles his hair around his finger a lot, especially when he's daydreaming about you let's hope he doesn't start balding 😭

Will rush to your class with an umbrella on rainy days in case you forgot one

Loves sitting on the swings with you whenever you pass them on the way home, and making you giggle by pushing you higher and higher

(Bonus boys)

☆ Bokuto Koutarou ☆

Sends a stream of soppy hype-texts every morning for you to wake up to

Will stop by your house and pick you up for school, even if you live literal miles away from him he just wants to see you

Grabs you by the waist and picks you up at least once a day, often in front of a crowd of people he's a fan of PDA

Peppers you with kisses when he sees you for the first time each day

Hypes you up to no end. Literally cannot sing your praises enough

Is constantly looking for compliments, and is not-so subtle about it

Gets easily depressed when you don't notice he did something differently etc.

Will kiss you in front of everyone when he wins a game and you come down to congratulate him literally doesn't care. He's too proud of you

Is constantly asking for massages, whether or not he needs them, because he enjoys the contact

Sometimes you want to staple his mouth shut because he has a habit of getting too excited and talking with his mouth full 🙃

Doesn't stop texting you and sending you Snapchats

Is kind of oblivious if he's done something that upset you, and starts freaking out when someone Akaashi finally tells him

Doesn't plan or rehearse his apologies, because he literally just says exactly what he means 100% of the time

May start choking up and crying if what he did was bad enough, because he just feels so, so guilty

Constantly reminds you when you said you would make him a lunchbox because he loves it so much and wants to boast to his friends

Likes you sitting on his lap while you do stuff together I mean...👀

Calls you 'puppy' and 'kitten' etc. unabashedly in public boi, pLEASE

Insists on giving you piggyback rides whenever your feet hurt 🐷

Saves every single selfie you send him. He treasures every single one, and tears sometimes come to his eyes when he scrolls through them he's so whipped for you, my gal

☆ Kuroo Testurou ☆

Stays up all night texting you he might be getting bags

But it's fine. It just adds to the emo look

Takes your bag and carries it for you without you asking him to

Facetimes you randomly

When you ask what it's about, he says he just missed you/wanted to see your face smooth mf

His hand always finds its way around your waist whenever you're walking together

He scrolls through your old conversations when he misses you

Will ruffle your hair to tease you just so he can spend the next 20 minutes brushing it for you

Steals food from your lunch every day he's lucky he's pretty

Stands outside your house with a boombox blasting love ballads like a giant nerd when he wants to surprise you just imagine it for a second. Let the image sink in

Ends up stroking your hair when you're cuddling together

And subconsciously cradles your stomach a lot because he really wants to start a family with you Testu!!! 🥺😭🤧

Always sends you 'Send This To Your Crush Without Context' videos, despite the fact that you guys have literally been dating for years no caption or anything, either. Just the video

Will probably continue to do it even once you're married, tbh

Always, always, always walks you home

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[wisteriavines]

Sakiko's Story Outline

prequel | main | sequel | character profile

Sequel - A Grandmother’s Hug

uzumaki naruto & uchiha sasuke & civilian!oc (sakiko)

sakiko is 42 and kakashi is 14 when naruto is born

a story about naruto receiving the care and love he should have

and sasuke having someone to support him

now if only kakashi would stop being a wuss and step within 10 feet of the young blonde

"you're being stupid." why does this conversation seem so familiar? it's like she's had it with someone else before. "you're never gonna get the chance to know the boy like minato and kushina wanted you to if you don't man up." she's definitely had a conversation like this in the past. "am i gonna have to force you into meeting him?" "no!"

sakiko is beyond furious when she learns that naruto - minato and kushina's son - is being kept at the orphanage, which she learns from mikoto who is distraught that she isn't being allowed to take in her best friend's child

sakiko couldn't care less about the village — they drove her best friend to suicide and demeaned her pseudo-son — so she has no problems marching up to the hokage and demanding an answer

"my hands are tied." "bullshit," she spits, barely keeping herself from shaking with rage. "you're the fucking hokage. the goddamn leader of this village, your word is final. and you say your hands are tied? the only reason your hands are tied is because you're letting them be tied. grow a fucking spine sarutobi hiruzen. an innocent child's life is at stake here."

naruto still ends up in the orphanage much to her irritation

don't even get her started on people not being allowed to adopt him

so, with all of her intellect and wisdom, sakiko begins plotting

in the meantime, she'll calm down by babysitting for everyone else

she becomes everyone's grandmother

"shino, sweetheart, i know you and your clan like bugs but putting them in our mouths is a no-no."

"fugaku, why is your son so moody? he's not even two."

"yoshino, i'm sorry to say this, but your son is going to be just as lazy as your husband. you'll need gentle coercion to get him to move. skikaku is a grown man that should know better so yelling at him is fine."

"tsume, until your son's teething phase is over, he's officially my least favorite of the bunch. he won't stop biting me with his sharp little teeth! i don't know why i'm surprised. hana wasn't much better either."

"hinata and neji are a delight and you've made a grave mistake making me their babysitter because i'm just going to spoil them."

"your son is very adorable but please don't leave without giving me a nutritional plan for him. i know your diets are different and i want to make sure he stays healthy under my care."

"inoichi, there is no doubt to your daughter's cuteness, but should she be so well-versed in emotional manipulation at such a young age? i swear she can cry on demand!"

she still watches after kakashi - bullying him into having lunch and/or dinner with her often with the help of his friends

"dinner or lunch at least twice a week when you have no missions or i'm asking gai to be your reminder and drag you here."

"come on, don't just stand in the kitchen like a ghost. i'll make some tea and grab the blankets." "..thank you." "you're always welcomed here." sakumo did the same thing after difficult missions as well, she muses as she watches kakashi head for the living room. stubborn hatake's, she shakes her head.

i just remembered that itachi and shisui still exist

she can be their grandmother too

"don't tell your mother i gave you dango before dinner, okay? she'll be very cross with me."

"you're always welcomed to come over for lunch or dinner! you don't need to ask, shisui, i'd be happy to have you over. now help me load the groceries will you?"

time skip like five years and sakiko finally meets naruto

she starts subtly, using her friendships with other civilians to learn about him even if its all complaints and badmouthing

then she purposely-accidentally runs into naruto

she fusses over him since he fell and hands him some candy-fruit-food-something-idk as an apology

obviously naruto gets curious about the nice woman, though slightly wary too

things progress from there - very slowly but still

naruto would keep an eye out for her whenever he’s running around, stopping to watch her for a moment

sakiko would plan more ways to “bump” him

naruto would approach her on his own like several months later when he sees her sitting at the park

they eat lunch together several times at the park

sakiko asks for his help with carrying her groceries when she feels there’s enough trust between them

she offhandedly says he’s welcome to come by

it takes some time before he does

he meets others during visits and in the park when sakiko takes care of them

everyone is friends - sasuke and naruto still have their little fights but that’s just because they’re best friends

time skip again and we hit the uchiha massacre (because I like the angst it gives)

sakiko is quick to make sure she’s the one that’s put in charge of taking care of sasuke - indirectly telling the hokage where he can stuff any complaints because she won’t budge on this one

even if she isn't given custody, she invites sasuke to stay with her and always visits him to make sure he's eating healthy

sakiko loves the children entrusted in her care and she always endeavors to treat them as if they were her own and with respect, but she can't help but wonder, "why are they always traumatized or troubled in some way? what happened to getting to experience a happy childhood?"

this is story that takes place in the timeframe of konoha's rookie nine's birth to their academy graduation

its supposed to be a family oriented story

with some angst (obviously because everyone has issues)

mostly centered around naruto and sasuke, with kakashi popping up and the other rookies making appearances often

"this is kakashi," she waves a hand in his direction and he freezes as the bluest pair of eyes zeroes in on him. he just wants a nap in a familiar place after a long mission, is that too much to ask for? "he's my son, the very first kid put in my care. though, i suppose you can make a case saying his father was the first kid put in my care." he can't help the quiet snort that escapes him, always amused when she complains about his father as if the man was a toddler she had to look after once upon a time. "hi," the little blonde mumbles almost shyly, a small grin on his whiskered face. he doesn't need to look to know sakiko is both smiling smugly and glaring at him to not mess up. "hello, it's nice to meet you," he relaxes and smiles, holding back a sigh. "wonderful, you now know each other! dinner will be ready in half an hour!" and just like that he's abandoned to deal with his dead sensei's son. wonderful.

"can you make ramen?" she blinks. "..i can certainly try. want to help?"

"i understand that you like tomatoes, but you should really try some other things." "hn." "well too bad because i'm the one in charge of your bentos, breakfast, lunch, and dinner." "..hn." "that's what i thought."

this could encompass the everything up towards the fourth war but then the story would be too long and take away from the main reason/plot

[coveredinsweetpea]

purest shade of pink. sweet pea.

A/n: ok so this was requested and i was planning on writing a blurb but i got carried away a bit. I hope you like this, and please don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought, please! 

Summary: what could possibly happen when the sweet girl of riverdale sneaks her biker boyfriend inside her room to fuck, while her father is downstairs sleeping? (SMUT)

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"Why would you even do that?" you questioned, genuinely curious about why someone would ever end up cheating. You spoke with such determination that out of context, it would be hard to tell that this situation did not even affect you personally. It was just another round of gossip between you and the rest  of the River Vixens, pouring out your souls and uncensored judgement into a conversation that had no importance to you whatsoever. But considering how crazy things have been in Riverdale for the past years, if there was anything that even remotely made you feel like a normal high schooler, you were more than ready to jump into it head straight. "She's literally turned him into a door mat" Carla scoffed, taking another puff of her cigarette. The smoke make your nose wrinkle, but you tried to play it off. "Maybe he's into that kind of stuff, who knows?" "Love, I know you're Little Miss Innocence here, but that's a whole different thing" Carla laughed with superiority. "Just because they like that in the bedroom doesn't mean the gotta be like that in real life too" "That's not what I meant" you scoffed, "And you know it. And stop calling me that, please" "Take a puff, then" he taunted, handing you her cigarette, "If you're so badass, I wanna see you inhale that smoke and blow it out your nose" "No" you rolled your eyes, "That would literally prove nothing" "Except that you're a wuss" Carla laughed. "Oh my God" Megan sighed, interrupting the two of you, "No one cares, I just wanna know how I should tell Lori that her boyfriend is cheating on her. Help me" You were happy to drop the argument, Carla not so much. But eventually she did, and you resumed the gossip round. It lasted for about 30 more minutes and you got to no conclusion whatsoever, but when you heard the familiar rumble of a Harley Davidson riding down the street, you knew that was your cue to leave. You stood up, and gathered your stuff hurriedly.

"See you tomorrow, girls" you cheered, picking up you purse, gym bag and already cold coffee cup. "I have no idea how you ended up with that guy, I swear" one of your friends laughed, shaking her head. "Lady in the streets, devil in the sheets" Megan cheered, and all you could do was blush and signal for her to shut up. As you walked away from them and over to where Sweet Pea was parking, you could still hear them yell different kinds of lines after you, but you decided to ignore them. It has never been your thing to give in to any kind of provocation, and you weren't going to start now. As you walked towards him, you picked up your pace until you were actually running. He was leaning against his bike, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. It may have been the loud rumble of all your belongings being shaken up inside your bag as you sprinted down the alley, or it may have been a coincidence, but when you were a few feet away he look up. Upon meeting your excited stare, he opened up his arms wide, welcoming you in a tight and warm hug he knew you loved so much. "Hi, angel" Sweet Pea laughed as you pulled away. He leaned down and kissed your lips, in this case, the taste of cigarettes not bothering you anymore. One hand wrapped around your middle and the other holding onto your cheek, he kissed you sweetly, as other students passing by stood and gawked. You didn't really care. Over time, you got used to them, what amazed you was how they didn't get used to you dating a Serpent. As a straight A student, the second in command after Cheryl in the cheerleading squad and the main singer and the school's band, they simply did not understand what you could possibly see in a rugged looking biker, member of a lawless gang from the wrong side of the tracks. Explaining this to them has never even crossed your mind. It was none of their business and to be fair, even though you'd never admit it, you kind of loved the attention. You hopped onto Sweet Pea's bike, and turned to him confused when he just stood by and looked at you. "Everything ok?" you asked, "Yeah, yeah" he nodded, "But we can't hang out at my house today. My uncle's home and you know how he gets" "Are you ok?" you questioned concerned, grabbing his hand to rub your thumb across his knuckles reassuringly, "Did you two argue again?" "No, love, it's fine" he sighed, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "As long as I'm not around him that much, it's all good" "You'd tell me if things weren't good, right?" "Of course" he smiled, "I swear, everything is fine so far" "Let's go to my house" you suggested, and tapped the spot on the bike where he was supposed to sit. "Your parents are home, don't think they'd-" "I'll keep them distracted while you climb in, relax! They won't see you" "One day they will" Sweet Pea chuckled, shaking his head as he got on the bike, "And I'm not mentally ready for that" "Oh god, babe" you sighed and wrapped your arms around his middle, "Just drive" You couldn't help but smile at how the only man that ever managed to scare Sweet Pea was your dad. To be fair, your dad scared everyone. The way you and your mum looked and acted, fit in no way your dad's way of being. As sweet and loving as he was towards his own family, he was just as threatening and ruthless when if came to anyone that ever dared look at you the wrong way. Although he never actually laid a hand on anyone, when he wanted to, his voice would drop a few octaves, his eyes would darken, and the things that would come out of his mouth were enough to scare anyone away. When he met Sweet Pea for the first time, you were actually scared that by the end of the night you'd be single. He pulled through though, and held his head up, determined to prove to your father just how much he cared about you and how determined he was to make sure you would always be safe. Even if they came to accept each other, the days where your dad would be ok with you and Sweet Pea taking things to a certain level of intimacy were far far away in the future. If Pea came by the house, the door had to be left open and the music had to be off. There was no universe where you'd ever obey that rule, but anyway, you love the adrenaline you always got from sneaking around. When you got home, your dad was fast asleep on the couch so you hurried upstairs and signaled for Sweet Pea to climb inside. By now, it was muscle memory - climb onto the second lower branch, step on left corner of the roof, avoid the third row of tiles because they creaked when you put weight on them, and about a minute later, he was inside your room. Sweet Pea threw his jacket to the floor, black leather falling silently on top of your pinkish carpet. Nothing about him fit with anything in your room, and you loved it. His cologne was musky and cool, your room smelled sweet and flowery. His hair was an adorable mess, while everything around him was tidied up and in perfect order. "I don't understand how you don't lose your mind in here" he laughed, taking in all the childish and innocent decorations of your room. From where you were sitting on your knees on the bed, you lounged for him. "Don't think about it" you laughed, gripping the hem of his flannel and pulling his body towards you. Sweet Pea understood in an instant what was going through your mind, and he met you with a devilish smirk on his lips. "You sure this is safe?" he asked, placing his hands on your hips. Although you didn't even nod in approval, his fingers traveled lower, brushing over the hem of your cheerleading uniform, until he reached the bare skin of your thighs. Your hands snaked around his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue roamed your mouth with dominance, acting as if he had been deprived of your lips for too long. When his fingers started digging into your skin from the pure need of taking things further, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss. In an instant, he grabbed the elastic of your skirt and pulled it down your legs. You leaned back on the bed allowing him to take it off completely, and enjoyed your view as he stood tall, right by the bed, taking his shirt off. Your mouth watered when you heard the metallic sound of his belt being unbuckled. A few seconds later his pants had pooled at his ankles, leaving him in his boxers only, that did not do too good of a job in hiding the shameless bulge he rocked. "Let's see how wet you are, angel" he smirked, looking at you through the raven locks that had fallen on top of his forehead. You smiled wickedly and parted your legs, his fingers making their way to your cotton underwear in the blink of an eye. He rubbed his thumb over your bundle of nerves, and looked up at you with a lewd smile on his lips. "All for me?" As much as you loved all the foreplay you guys usually did, today was different. For whatever reason, you were in a mood. That mood where you wanted him to make you scream out his name until your throat stung, you wanted to feel him between your legs the next day. You shuffled out of your panties and Sweet Pea lowered himself on top of you, maintaining his weight on his elbows and knees. "Pea, fuck me hard" you whined, all of a sudden weirdly needy for his cock, "Please" "Don't I always?" he grinned, snaking an arm around your neck and fisting your pony tail tight between his fingers. He pulled on it, just enough for it to give that special kind of pain that morphed instantly into pleasure. You arched your back, and moaned his name before biting down on your lower lip. "Shh, now" he hummed and pulled away from you. It was just now that you realized he hadn't even taken his boxers off. "Touch yourself for me" he commanded as he undressed completely and gave his already half way hard cock a few pumps. He watched you brush your middle finger across your clit before seeing it disappear slowly inside your pussy. The sight made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his hand. Having had enough of this, he lounged at you, pressing his knees into the mattress on either side of your thighs, his cock aligning with your opening at a painfully small distance. He leaned in and kissed you on your lips, sloppily, your teeth clinking in the process before he went ahead to kiss down your neck. Without allowing his lips to break contact with your skin, he pressed the tip of his cock to your clit, before going in slowly. The feeling of his member spreading your walls open made you moan out his name as your wrapped your legs around him, pressing the heels of your feet against the back of his thighs. In the beginning, his pace was slow and his thrusts were passionate and deep, but soon enough, he sped up, sending waves of pleasure across your whole body. "Harder, Pea" you cried into his shoulder. It seemed like he stopped and considered his options for a second. Eventually, he pulled out, and straightened his back. You didn't even get a chance to complain as he grabbed your hips and forcefully spun you around, laying you down on your stomach. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you waited for him to enter you again, but much to your surprise, his hands grabbed your middle again, pulling you up and against his chest. His fingers wrapped themselves in your hair, tilting your head back. "Think I don't fuck you hard enough?" he questioned directly into your ear. "You do" you nodded eagerly, feeling your pussy clench just at his words. "I do what?" he teased. "Fuck me, please. You fuck me so good, Pea. I need you" you cried, pressing yourself back against him. Even though you did crave his touch, when he pushed your forward and you landed back on your tummy on the bed, you couldn't help but squirm in anticipation. Sweet Pea grabbed your hips and pulled your ass up in the air, on full display for his hungry eyes. With your cheek pressed against your fluffy blanket, you bit down on your lip as you waited patiently. Although you expected him to thrust into you, deep and hard, instead, his right palm connected to your ass in one hard slap, making your skin feel on fire. "Pea!" you moaned loudly, completely forgetting you were not alone in the house. You tried to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, but he was quick to push your legs apart and bring the tip of his cock to your opening. He pushed himself in, going all the way until his pelvis pressed against your ass. This time his pace was much more aggravated, slamming into your pussy ruthlessly. The only things audible in the room where the low moans that escaped Sweet Pea's throat and the whiny breaths you let out every time he went in. "This good enough for you?" he taunted, bringing a hand under your legs, to apply pressure to your clit. "Yes, daddy" you cried, the words just slipping out of your mouth in the heat of the moment. He kept going, harder and deeper with each thrust, making the whole world shake around you. When your orgasm started building up, you felt his hand back in your hair as he forced you up again. He maintained your head tilted back against his shoulder as he pounded your pussy, his other arm snaked around your abdomen keeping you in place. "Fuck, fuck, keep going, keep going" you moaned. "That's my good girl" Sweet Pea laughed, sinking his teeth in the skin of your neck. Ready to let yourself go completely, your whole mood was perturbed when a familiar voice reached your ears. "Y/n?" you heard you dad call from the other side of your bedroom door. Your blood froze for a second, but Sweet Pea kept going. "Answer him!" he commanded. Clearing your throat to make sure you sounded at least somewhat normal, you took a deep breath. "Yeah, dad?" As you waited for a response, Pea kept rubbing your clit in circular motion, sucking on the skin of your neck as his thrusts became much more slower, but just as deep, all of these together enough to bring tears of pleasure into your eyes. "What are you doing, pumpkin? Can I come in?" "No!" you hurried to stop him. "No, no, um.. don't come in" "Are you ok?" he asked and you could hear concern in his voice. "Yeah, baby girl" Pea chuckled into your ear, bringing a hand to your right breast, gripping it tightly between his fingers, "Are you ok?" You squinted your eyes, "I'm uh... I'm shaving my legs!" "Oh" your dad exclaimed, "Ok, I'll leave you to it. I'm making pancakes and wanted to ask how many you want" "I want 5" Sweet Pea whispered. "7" you yelled, your mind beyond confused. Pea kept pushing all your buttons to the extreme and you were about to lose it all if your dad didn't leave already. "Seven?" he exclaimed, "You want 7? You bit your lip annoyed, Pea pulling on your hair again to bring you back to your senses, "Yes, 7!" "Ok, hurry" your dad said and then left. It was just now that you were able to breathe properly, but it didn't last too long as Sweet Pea grabbed your chin and made you turn your head so you could meet his dark, hooded eyes, "Think I didn't feel your pussy clench around my dick when he almost caught us?" Your cheeks turned a bright shake of red, and you were not able to come up with any decent response. "Is that what turns you on, hm?" he questioned, "being afraid someone is gonna catch us?" You didn't get to answer as he pushed you back down on the bed, lowering himself on top of you. He pressed his cock back inside you, fucking you from behind at an ungodly slow pace, "Imma keep that in mind, angel." he mumbled to himself, "Oh, the possibilities" His words and the mental imagines they created brought a wicked smile to your lips as you pushed your ass up against him. "Such a slut, aren't you" he chuckled into your ear as he sunk himself inside of you. You nodded in approval, muttering a weak, "I am"

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Sneaking Around | Chapter Fourteen

The whole room went silent. Until Rowan hissed, “Manon, how could you?”

Aelin was torn between hugging him and punching him. She settled for a punch.

“Ow.”

“Don’t ‘ow’ me.” Aelin was in a rage. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me? And why couldn’t you ask me out three fucking years ago? We were never friends, it’s not like you could have messed anything up. Shit, I’m dating a godsdamn wimp. I knew it!”

Lysandra giggled. “Even I didn’t see this coming. Plot twist!”

Aedion had gone into an even further state of shock and was opening his mouth but no words were coming out.

“You’re coming with me,” Aelin nearly shouted, then grabbed Rowan’s arm once again and dragged him out of the room and into the hall bathroom, slamming the door behind them.

Rowan looked like a cornered animal. “I was going to tell you, it just never came up.”

“Mmhmm, sure you were.” Aelin was not buying it.

Rowan sighed. “I just felt a little... guilty.”

“Need I ask why?”

“It’s just, I kind of took advantage of you that night at the bar. Well, sort of. I mean, yeah, I was drunk, but I was in love with you and you weren’t and I lost my self-control and felt you up and shit happened and I knew better.” Rowan looked rather pathetic.

“Ro, maybe you should have told me first, but as you said, you were drunk. I’m not angry.”

“Then why were you shouting?”

Aelin smiled. “I’m not angry you hooked up with me, but I am enraged that you are such a fucking chicken. Don’t think I haven’t been noticing that recently, and then this? Don’t even get me started.”

Rowan leveled a glare at her. “You’re still a bitch.”

“A bitch that you love, apparently.”

Rowan smiled and traced his thumb over Aelin’s jaw. “I do.”

“Say it,” Aelin demanded.

“I love you.”

She smirked. “I am irresistible, aren’t I?”

“Way to ruin the moment,” Rowan muttered.

“I love you too.”

Rowan blinked. “Wait, you do?”

Aelin grinned. “I do. I came about that realization recently, and I’m telling you now because I am not a damned wuss. And my bravery better start rubbing off on you, or I might have to dump you.”

“I’d hardly call it bravery. I said it first.”

“No, Manon said it first.”

They both snorted. Aelin tilted her head up. She gently pressed a kiss to Rowan’s lips. He pulled her in for another, more desperate kiss, his tongue parting her lips.

“You better not be making out in there!” Lysandra’s voice drifted down the hallway.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” Aelin yelled back. Rowan chuckled. She turned back to him. “Later, you are going to thoroughly make it up to me for being such a cowardly swine. Preferably with your tongue. Now, though, we are going to go back out there and have a good time.” With that, Aelin opened the bathroom door and barged out, Rowan behind her.

“Everything sorted?” Lysandra asked devilishly.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “You are such a busybody. Yes, but we are not going to talk about that. We are going to discuss the fact that you stalked us? I mean, seriously?”

Lys grinned. “Elide came with me.”

Everyone gasped. “She wouldn’t,” Manon said in disbelief. She had always had a soft spot for El.

Lysandra smirked and said, “She would and did. We went to your apartment,” she looked at Aelin here, “and waited until you came back, then followed you to Rowan’s. It was exhilarating.”

“Honestly, I wish it had been someone else. I want to go on a stakeout.” Aelin frowned.

Aedion sighed. “Of course you do.”

Lysandra smiled viciously. “And since Rowan came to my first let’s-find-out-who-Aelin’s-screwing meeting, we told the others as payback.”

“Ah, yes, you mentioned. I kind of hate you,” Aelin said.

“Ditto,” Lys said with a grin. “Vaughan was already gone, though. I need to call him.”

“Is that really necessary right now?” Rowan asked in exasperation.

“I made promises.” She dialed, and the others all sighed.

“Hey, Vaughan. Guess who the dude is?” A muffled voice from the other end, and then, “It’s Rowan.”

The answer was loud enough that Aelin could hear Vaughan shouting, “What?!”

“Yep,” said Lysandra. “We’re having a party now. Toodles.” She hung up without waiting for a response.

“Delicate as always,” Manon muttered.

“I said I’d tell him, I didn’t say I’d spend the entire night chatting with him instead of getting drunk. Speaking of which...” Lys drained her beer can. Manon snorted.

Aelin grinned and grabbed a can for herself. She sat down where she had been a few minutes ago, and Rowan joined her with a beer of his own.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that only two of the five people here have dates?” Aelin asked. “We used to be so desired.” She sighed dramatically.

Manon spoke up. “I prefer relationships that don’t extend to going to intimate gatherings together. You two have no excuse.” She looked pointedly at Aedion and Lysandra.

“Yes, you’re both so sauve; why couldn’t either of you get a date?” Aelin pryingly asked. Everyone knew it was because they wanted to be with each other. Everyone except for them. Idiots.

Lysandra frowned. “You’re so judgy. What’s wrong with wanting to spend quality time with my friends?”

“Yeah,” Aedion cut in. “We don’t need to date to be happy.”

Aelin raised an eyebrow. Rowan chuckled.

“I meant... I didn’t mean date each other.” Aedion’s face had reddened. “Obviously.” Lysandra was blushing as well.

Manon snorted. “You’re both so dumb.”

“Agreed,” Aelin said.

Rowan snorted. “You two should mind your own business. You’re vicious.”

Aelin frowned. “Don’t defend their cowardice just because you have no backbone either.”

Lysandra was scowling. “What do you even mean, we’re dumb?”

Manon and Aelin rolled their eyes. “Nothing, darlings. Sorry to offend,” Manon said.

Aelin giggled.

-

Many beers later, they were all thoroughly wasted. Aedion and Lysandra had lost their fears along with their sobriety and were standing in the corner shamelessly flirting. No doubt they would both wake up the next morning and conclude the other was only flirting back because they were drunk and it didn’t mean anything. Aelin really tired of their stupidity.

“Hey Aed,” she called. He looked over and Aelin continued. “I’ll pay you twenty bucks to kiss Lysandra.”

Manon cackled. “Clever.”

Rowan just sighed. “Must you meddle?” Aelin didn’t dignify this with a response.

Aedion looked confused. “You mean like a bet?” He was really out of it.

“Yes,” Aelin replied. “I bet you to kiss Lys.” She was also too drunk to understand that made no sense.

Lysandra batted her eyelashes and twirled a piece of hair in her fingers. She leaned forward and placed a hand on Aedion’s chest. “I think you should do it. You know, for the money.”

Aelin chuckled, sober enough to understand this was funny, but no so much that she knew why.

Aedion frowned. “Just for the money. Not because I love you. Which I do. I mean, don’t.” With that, he leaned forward and kissed her. Lysandra’s hands went to run through his hair and Aedion’s went to her hips, then roved over her body.

Manon wolf-whistled. “Finally. Now all we have to do is make sure they don’t think it was only drunken stupidity on the other’s part and pretend it didn’t happen. Damn, it really is hard to deal with all this bullshit.”

“You got that right, Man. You know who didn’t ask me out for three years? Three fucking years? Him!” Aelin jabbed her finger into Rowan’s chest.

Rowan scowled. “Why do I love you?”

“That’s the question of life, boy,” Manon answered.

“Excuse me, no,” Aelin intervened. “Everybody fucking loves me because I am fucking awesome. And fucking lovable and funny and smart and shit. And hot as fuck.”

Manon snorted and Rowan sighed. “I want to be in your pants right now so bad.”

“I’m wearing a dress, darlin’.”

Manon scowled. “Ew, get a room.”

“Lighten up, Man.” Aelin giggled. “At least we’re not making out in front of everybody.” She glanced over and Lys and Aedion, who were indeed still kissing.

Manon looked too and frowned. “Gods spare me.”

Aelin picked up a pillow off the sofa and threw it at the couple. Or attempted to, at least. In her drunken stupor it landed nowhere near them. “Get a room, Manon says!” Aelin yelled.

“I said that to you, actually.”

“Hush Man. Lysie can you hear me! I said shoo!”

Aedion just pulled Lysandra towards the hallway without breaking the kiss. Towards his bedroom. Gross. Aelin said as much. “So not what I meant.”

Rowan coughed. “Perhaps we don’t want to be here anymore?”

Manon snorted. “Definitely not. This party is officially over.”

No one was in any state to drive, so Aelin and Rowan made sure Manon made it safely in the taxi she called, then they headed back to Aelin’s on foot. It was closer and Ansel would still be on holiday for another week.

They finally made to the apartment. Other than a near run-in with a stop sign (Aelin, of course), there were no incidents.

She hadn’t brought her keys, and had to dig through the flowerpot to find the spare. Thank the gods it was actually there. Aelin remembered the time Ansel had taken it out the morning after hooking up with Rowan, and Ansel wasn’t there to let her in now. Thinking back on that day, it felt so long ago. Gods, who would have ever thought she’d be in love with Rowan Whitethorn?

“Hey, dude,” Aelin slurred. “I remember something about an apology? With your tongue? So lick me please.”

Rowan chuckled. “Lick me? Very smooth, Aelin.”

“Yep. That’s me. Smooth as butter.” Aelin tripped over the rug and Rowan just barely caught her in time. How she’d tripped, she didn’t know. Aelin hadn’t been walking. At least she didn’t think she had. I think I’m a little drunk, Aelin thought fuzzily.

Rowan smirked at her. “Right, okay.” He tried to get her back properly on her feet, but he was hardly strong enough to hold himself up, let alone Aelin.

She stumbled towards her bedroom. “Come on, Romeo. Make love to me.”

Rowan followed, chuckling. By the time he made it to her room, Aelin was sound asleep, as if she’d collapsed immediately after reaching the bed. Rowan only had the strength to lie down beside her.

-

Aelin stretched over, looking at her alarm clock first. Half past noon. She turned over to find Rowan beside her, his hand on her back, neither one of them under the covers.

Aelin brought her hands up to her head to massage her temples. Damned hangover.

Then she looked over for her phone to check her messages. Not on the nightstand. Of course it wasn’t; they had just gotten here. Left at Rowan’s? Yes, that was it, she hadn’t brought it to the party. And shit, she needed it. Vaughan was probably texting her after Lysandra’s abrupt announcement last night. And Lys! She had certainly looked as if she was going to be waking up in Aedion’s bed.

Now Aelin needed her phone, if only to bother her friends. A woman on a mission, Aelin ignored the ponding in her head and got off the bed, intent on... walking to Rowan’s (their cars were both there) just to get her phone? Okay, maybe later. She settled for the bathroom instead.

“Aelin?” a voice called out.

“I’m here, dear, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

A snort came from the bedroom Aelin walked back to. “We fell asleep before I could have my way with you,” Rowan said as Aelin climbed back on the bed.

“‘Fraid so. You’re just going to have to pleasure me extra now.” Aelin smirked as Rowan gave a feral grin in response to her request.

“That can be arranged.” Rowan grabbed Aelin around the waist and pulled her underneath himself, smirking at her squeal.

He leaned down for a kiss that had Aelin’s back arching with the desperation in it. “More, Ro,” she panted when they finally broke apart.

He smiled. “As my queen wishes.” His hands drifted down and pulled Aelin’s dress up to her waist. He slid down so that his mouth was positioned over Aelin’s panties and licked a long, teasing stroke up the fabric.

Her hips bucked. “Please,” Aelin whimpered.

Rowan smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.” He hooked a finger in either side and pulled her underwear down her legs.

And then his mouth, his tongue, as promised, was on Aelin’s center. On the aching ball of flesh she desperately needed him.

Aelin let out a low moan. “I love you, I love you so much.”

Rowan paused the movements of his tongue. “I love you too.”

“Show me how much you love me.”

And he did.