#set an alarm to wake up before morning blue hour

[istandonsnowpiles]

How to take a photo like this:

You will need

- A camera that can shoot RAW and take exposures longer than 30 seconds in manual mode OR a cable/remote release for your camera and the ability to time the exposure yourself

- A reasonably fast lens, call it f/2.8 or faster. Remember, f/4 is 2x the exposure time of f/2.8 and f/5.6 is 4x the exposure time. So pick fast glass if you can!

- Some photo editor that handles your camera’s raw files

- A solid tripod

- An overcast night

- A place with very little light pollution

- (Optional) your partner to help you be brave in the dark and/or kisses

Now follow these steps

0. Shoot RAW! The processing your camera does on jpeg shots will probably ruin super long exposures, so RAW is recommended. If you’re unfamiliar with editing raws , shoot RAW + JPEG. Then you’ll at least have the RAW files later if you pick up raw editing.

1. Take your camera and tripod to a very dark spot to take your photo. Avoid light pollution. Look at the horizon, if you see light patches, face some other direction. Those light patches will blow out in a super long exposure.

2. Pick a subject that is interesting because of its perspective or geometry. Remember, the light will be very flat so the composition needs to be interesting!

3. Set up your tripod & pop your camera on these. For extra stability, don’t extend the last leg section of your tripod.

4. Turn on your camera and set a shutter delay. Usually 2 or 10 seconds. This will help with any shake your introduce by pressing the shutter. Initial shake matters less for very long exposures, but best to avoid it you can. Optional with a cable release.

5. Turn off Long Exposure Noise Reduction in your camera. I know this sounds backwards, but with the setting on your camera will take a second exposure of the same length as your shot and combine the two exposures to reduce noise. If you’re doing an 8 minute exposure, that means you’ll need to wait 16 minutes total between shots. There is plenty of good noise reduction software these days. Do it in post instead!

6. Set your camera to manual focus. If your subject is very dark, your camera typically cannot see it. You’ll need to estimate how far away it is and check your camera’s distance scale to ensure focus is correct.

HACK: If you think manual focus can go kick rocks, use a flashlight or headlamp to illuminate your subject, focus on it, then set your camera to manual focus to keep that focus. Turn off the flashlight or headlamp.

7. Set your camera to manual mode. Most cameras will only let you set very long shutter speeds in manual mode (this is due to limitations of camera meters). We’ll mostly be fiddling with shutter speed and ISO since our aperture will be set wide open.

NOTE: Check Aperture Priority mode first. Set your aperture to f/2.8 or as wide open as your lens goes. ISO to Auto or the max setting you’re happy with the results from (ISO 6400 for my Fuji cameras). If your camera gives you a shutter speed that isn’t completely maxed out (usually 30 or 60 seconds), then it isn’t dark enough. Find somewhere darker.

8. Start from ISO 800 and a shutter speed of at least 2 minutes. Take your first test shot. Usually this comes out seriously underexposed, but it can give you can idea where to go. Plus, waiting longer than 2 minutes is annoying.

- if you’re using a cable release, set your camera to Bulb mode and time your exposure time as desired.

- if your test shot is over exposed, lower the ISO a stop or two and try again

- if your test shot is under exposed, you’ve hit the jackpot. Start increasing your exposure time for some sick, awesome pics.

If the exposure times are excruciating, your can bump your ISO too. However, high ISO noise gets worse with longer exposures. So your image will look considerably worse at higher ISOs. Therefore, longer exposure times and faster lenses are preferred when possible.

Watch out for moving stuff. At super long exposure times, any movement matters. If it’s windy, the motion can ruin a photo. A little bit of motion can add some painterly vibes to the photo.

9. Editing! Your camera probably got the night time white balance wrong, so you’ll probably need to fiddle with it for your photo to look how you want. Other settings are up to you!

I hope you enjoyed this excruciating long explanation on how to take a night time super long exposures. Good luck out there!

What’s up late night folks? Here’s an eerie shot I took down a pitch black road in the middle of the night

[rin-may-1103]

Delilah's language (part three)

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Danny stood next to Mr. Bruce, watching as people milled around and chatted. a large group gathered right in front of them.

They had flown to Gotham last night, and Danny had been given a nice room to stay in at some fancy hotel. motel? which one was supposed to be fancy?

eh, either way, Danny settled into the room and promptly went back to sleep. He managed to get a total of twelve(12) hours of sleep before waking up. he spent the time after that just sitting and playing on his phone until his alarm went off.

that was two hours ago, and now here he was, standing in the middle of Gotham City Zoo at 8 in the morning. No one had noticed them yet, which Danny was greatly appreciative of; he had not been ready for this.

Sure, Mr. Bruce had said he invited all the scientists, but this? this was not what he was expecting.

he was expecting maybe one or two scientists to be standing around, watching Dalilah and her family as some rich kid hounded them for answers. they were scientist, surely, they had better things to do than attend some kid's birthday party.

but no.

All of them were here. All. Of. Them.

the whole scientific team was in attendance, and right in the middle of them was the birthday boy. his voice drowned out by the scientists all hungrily trying to force their knowledge into his brain.

oh dear ancients what had Danny agreed to?

suddenly, an older boy (slightly younger than Danny, it seemed) approached the group and turned the birthday boy to look in their direction. Danny's poor overstimulated enhanced hearing instantly zeroed in on what they were saying, a pool of dread settling in his stomach. "look, Damian. Bruce is back with that dude you wanted to meet."

Immediately, the kid's green eyes lit up in excitement as they settled on Danny and the kid's father. The boy promptly shoved past the other scientist and marched over to them, mouth somehow set into a scowl even though Danny could feel the kid's excitement increase tenfold. The older boy easily followed behind in amusement.

before the kid could open his mouth, Danny felt the air shift next to him. It wasn't a ghost, they wouldn't have been so obvious, and his sense hadn't gone off, so human then. (he should have heard them earlier, but with how loud it was? Danny wasn't too worried about how he had missed the person) which means, Danny couldn't react obviously or people would ask questions.

tensing up, to prevent his body from reacting on instinct, he waited for the person to act. Not even a second later, someone threw their arm around Danny's shoulders and pulled him close to their side, their voice bright and cheerful. "Damian! look who Bruce dragged in!"

Danny turned his head to glance at the man, he had black hair and blue eyes. This wasn't a surprise, considering almost all the kids Bruce adopted had the same features, so which one was this? One of the older ones, obviously, hmmm. Slim frame, but still musculer. perfect for swimming or gymnastics. So, that would mean, this was Dick Grayson, the oldest?

"tch," Damian scowled even more, "release him, Grayson." bingo. Danny had been correct then. and that was one heck of a scowl, how did the kid do that? Danny could feel he was happy at the sight of the older boy, but somehow, he looked like he'd rather be eating snails than deal with the man.

maybe he should introduce him to Sam, she'd love to learn how to do that.

"Alright! Alright!," Grayson chuckled, what was Danny supposed to call him? Dick or Grayson? Richard? "I'm just trying to be nice."

he turned to face Danny, releasing him from his grasp, his smile almost blinding, "Hi there! my name is Dick. Yes, that is my name. No, I'm not joking. It's nice to meet you, what's your name?"

Danny blinked, then hesitantly shook the man's hand. he should have stayed home, anything would have been better than this. oh, shit they're all looking at him now. "uh, my name's Danny. Danny Fenton."

"Danny! nice. So, what did you do to be invited?" Dick asked, resting his hands in his pockets and lifting a brow. Mr. Bruce had walked away a while ago, so Danny would have to deal with this himself it seems.

Damian rolled his eyes but looked curious as well.

"uh, Mr. Bruce," This got an immediate reaction from all three of them; their eyes widening in surprise and maybe a hint of glee, "invited me. something about how Damian wanted to learn how to speak with Dalilah."

"Really?" asked the other boy, Tim? "you can actually speak with them?"

"Tch, of course not, Drake. The purple-backed gorillas do not have a spoken language, they use their bodies to communicate. Daniel here is the only person in the world to figure out how to communicate with them."

"Don't call me that," Danny cut in, wincing when they turned to look at him, "my name's Danny, not Daniel."

"isn't Danny a nickname for Daniel?" Damian asked, his brows furrowed. "I do not call people by their nicknames, it creates a false familiar connection."

"Usually," Danny conceded, "but my name isn't Daniel. My parents chose Danny, it's not a nickname. and if you really don't want to call me that, then you can use my last name. It shouldn't be a problem considering I'm the only Fenton here."

"Oh," Damian blinked, then thought about it for a second, "Danny it is then."

The other two shared a glance, clearly surprised for whatever reason. Sighing, Danny waved his hand in agreement. The kid could call him whatever he wanted, just not Daniel. Anything but Daniel. (Ancients forbid if he gets called Dan.)

"Anyway, like you were saying. Delilah speaks with her body movements but there is a vocal part. It's a little like sign language and that one whistle language combined, but instead of just using your hands, facial movements, and whistles to communicate, you have to use your whole body. All at once."

Danny then rubbed his neck, "And I'm sure someone else would be able to speak with her if they just paid attention. It's not that hard."

"Not that hard?" Grayson asked, glancing at the gorillas. "how long did it take you to figure out her language then?"

"Oh," Danny blinked, then shrugged, "like, two hours. Like I said, it's really not that hard, you just have to watch her talk for a while."

"two hours?!" Tim, Danny's pretty sure his name was Tim, gaped, staring at Danny like he was nuts. which, Danny didn't appreciate by the way. "It only took you two hours to figure it out?"

Danny wasn't sure if he should feel offended or amused...

"That's impossible," someone scoffed, dragging all of their attention to an approaching scientist. "It takes upwards of three months to multiple years of hard work to even understand human sign language, let alone animal gestures. You couldn't have learned it in just two hours."

Danny rolled his eyes, he remembered this guy. Dr. Trynul or something or whatever, he absolutely refused to believe Danny the last time they talked. he was a real stick in the mud if Danny ever saw one.

"Danny Fenton is listed as the only person in the world to have the ability to communicate with the gorillas. It even says as much in the scientific papers your group released last month." Damian huffed, narrowing his eyes at the man.

Dr. Trynul rolled his eyes, "I requested they leave that false information out, but Mertil absolutely refused to listen to reason."

"and it's a good thing she didn't," another researcher cut in. Danny remembered her from the first time he had to talk with the scientist involved with Dalilah. Real stern but a nice lady.

"This young man can communicate with them just like he would if he was one of them. I've seen it with my own eyes." she then turned to the group, a small smile growing on her face.

"Danny, it's so good to see you again! Delilah has been just such a sweetheart, and her baby is just the cutest thing in the world. You have to come and see them."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck and smiled back, "Sure, Oh!" He turned back to Damian, "maybe I can introduce you to them if you haven't been already?"

The boy nodded his head, his excitement rolling off of him in yellow swirls. Turning back, Danny nodded his head with a small smile, "Please, lead the way."

Next

[wileys-russo]

👋🏻👋🏻

Reader and alexia during winter " if you steal the blankets again , I am gonna put my cold feet on you "

cold feet II a.putellas

"amor. you promised to put that away!" you scolded, returning from brushing your teeth and finding your girlfriends face illuminated by the gentle blue glow of the ipad which hadn't left her hands all evening.

you sat yourself down on top of her, knees either side of her torso and unimpressed glare piercing into her forehead as her own gaze remained locked on the screen, only a half hearted hum in response.

"you are like a badly behaved toddler at a restaurant!" you warned, having been on her case about screen time and a more healthy relationship with the device that she'd been glued to the moment she got home from training.

"que? i am no toddler!" the blonde scowled in response as your eyes rolled and you darted forward, snatching the device from her grip and quickly holding it out of reach where she tried to snag it back.

"cariño por favor. let me just finish-" once more the footballer tried to stretch up for it but you only pushed your own hand higher, taking a step back from the bed with a firm shake of your head.

"no ale. an hour ago you told me the same thing, and look where we are now? in bed, to sleep!" you warned, alexia muttering something under her breath as you got up off of her and disappeared from sight. making a point to leave her precious ipad in the living room where hopefully it would serve as a lessened temptation for the near thirty year old woman in bed waiting for you.

not that you'd know that with the way she'd become addicted to that stupid little screen, if you'd known it would become the third person in your relationship you'd have never encouraged she buy it in the first place.

and the worst part was all of this was because she'd become addicted to some weird little farming game you were sure one of her teammates had shown her, preferring carrots than kisses as you'd tried to divert her attention back to you for hours.

"alexia!" you huffed in annoyance as you returned, once more finding her face bathed with the soft blue glow of a digital screen, only this time it was her phone.

"es necesario tonta!" your girlfriend was quick to flip her phone in your direction, showing she was setting her morning alarm as you hummed skeptically and she pulled a face at you in response.

"nothing necessary about you waking up at five in the morning on your day off putellas." you grumbled, finally joining her in bed as she stretched over to place her phone back on the bedside table.

"nosotros." the blonde mumbled, the word paired with a soft kiss to your cheek as you rolled over to look up at her skeptically. "we? oh no, just you mi amor." you shot her down instantly, reaching up to squeeze her cheeks together gently in one hand before she pushed it off.

"mm but princesa we could go for a walk. get a coffee. watch the sun rise. muy romántica!" the catalan laid down beside you, arms encircling your torso as she shuffled herself closer, front pressed to your back as you were overwhelmed with the smell of the perfume she insisted on almost bathing in after a shower.

you settled as you felt warm lips trace soft kisses down your exposed shoulder, the oversized shirt hanging off of you as despite the chilly weather tonight alexia ran hot and if you slept in anything more than this you knew you'd wake up near boiling.

"or we could sleep in. order breakfast. eat it in bed together. más romántica!" you countered her offer with a grin, craning your head back to sweetly peck her lips which curled into a small smile of amusement.

"you do not want to get a coffee and watch the sun rise with me?" the blonde feigned an offended pout as you chuckled. "not in the middle of winter bebé." you wiggled an arm free from her grip and patted her cheek, the midfielder kissing your palm as your thumb tenderly traced the curve of her jaw.

"how about we sleep in. we go for a walk to get breakfast. watch the sun set on the beach." you offered as an alternative, the blonde watching you, eyes scanning each little detail of your face for a moment before answering.

"go for a walk to get breakfast. amor your favourite cafe is ten minutes away!" alexia laughed softly, the sound floating around the room as she shook her head. "sí? so we can walk there! you are welcome." you smiled happily as all your girlfriend could do was let out a small sigh.

"es difícil decirte que no." the girl tutted only causing your smile to widen as one of her hands slipped up the side of your shirt, fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes against the skin making your stomach tense.

"then say yes." you poked her nose as her eyes rolled and you moved a little further away to lean over and flick off the lamp, the room engulfed in a much welcomed darkness as you blinked a few times to adjust.

"we can even see if some of the girls want to come and kick a ball with you eh? keep you entertained." you teased, playfully smacking her forehead where the feather light kisses that had been previously peppered all over your face turned to a playful tug of your bottom lip with her teeth.

"or maybe i will just bring the ipad? you can sit and watch your little cartoons!" you cooed mockingly, squealing as you felt two ice blocks press against your bare calves.

"aleja eso de mi!" you warned, rolling over and pushing her away from you as the blonde let out a bark of laughter. "how does this-" you poked her shoulder. "-run so hot. but these-" you pointed to the end of the bed where her feet were.

"-are like ice!" you scowled, forever nagging your girlfriend about wearing socks to bed since she loved nothing more than to smother you with affection however the ice blocks which were attached to her ankles were not a welcome part of this.

"eh how you say it? i am, magic." the older girl wiggled her fingers at you as you rolled your eyes, though unable not to crack a small smile at the adorable tilt in her english, something you knew she'd worked on a lot to be able to communicate so much with your family who, as hard as you'd tried, barely spoke two words of spanish.

"you are, annoying." you stole a kiss before she could respond, the blonde only humming but also making no move to stop you as you moved to lay down half on top of her, fingers tapping away at her phone screen to turn off her alarm.

a few more minutes of chatter in between kisses and both of you were clearly tiring, eyes drooping and conversation slowed as instead of words now all you seemed to be able to do was hum at one another, shuffling a little further down into bed as you made yourselves comfortable, limbs entangled.

"if you steal the blankets again mi amor, i will put my cold feet on you." your girlfriend mumbled in your ear, squeezing your hips and feeling your body shudder for a moment with a snicker of quiet laughter.

"well if i wake up and find that ipad in here tomorrow morning, you and your cold feet can sleep on the couch putellas."

[bloomzone]

HOW TO BE A MORNING PERSON !?

Becoming a morning person often involves gradually adjusting your routine and mindset. Here are some tips to help you become a morning person:

1. Establish a consistent sleep schedule: Aim to go to bed and wake up at the same time every day, even on weekends.

2. Create a calming bedtime routine: Wind down before bed with activities like reading, taking a warm bath, or practicing relaxation techniques.

3. Limit screen time before bed: Avoid screens such as smartphones, tablets, and computers at least an hour before bedtime, as the blue light can interfere with your sleep.

4. Avoid caffeine and heavy meals late in the day: Stimulants and large meals close to bedtime can disrupt your sleep patterns.

5. Get plenty of sunlight during the day: Exposure to natural light helps regulate your body's internal clock and can improve your sleep quality.

6. Exercise regularly: Engaging in regular physical activity can help you fall asleep faster and enjoy deeper sleep.

7. Gradually adjust your wake-up time: If you're used to waking up later, gradually set your alarm clock earlier by 15-30 minutes each day until you reach your desired wake-up time.

8. Have a motivating reason to wake up early: Whether it's starting your day with a favorite activity or setting goals to accomplish in the morning, having something to look forward to can make waking up early more appealing (skincare,workout,walk...)

9. Practice gratitude: Start your day with a positive mindset by reflecting on things you're grateful for, which can help set a positive tone for the day ahead.

10. Be patient with yourself: It may take some time for your body to adjust to a new sleep schedule, so be patient and consistent with your efforts.

[mapis-putellas]

A typical morning

Pairing: Alessia Russo x reader

Words: 1451

Warnings: none

Summary: Alessia Russo was not a morning person. Or, well, maybe she could be when it comes to you.

Anyone who knew Alessia Russo was well aware she was not a morning person. She'd either ignore or sleep through her multiple alarms leaving you with the almost impossible challenge of waking her up. On the weekends you supposed you didn't mind doing it.

She'd grumble, push you away. It was only after bribing her with as many cuddles as her heart desires did she somewhat rouse and that would only be for a few seconds. She’d rise to her knees, twist, before dropping herself quite literally on top of you. You’d get a mouthful of her hair as her body all but pins yours to the bed, her arms sliding beneath your shirt as soft hands settle against the warm skin of your sides. Each exhale against your neck would litter your skin with goosebumps, and you'd shiver just slightly as you’d slip your own hands beneath her shirt too. 

Only a few soft words would be shared, and you'd lay like that for hours, content to just exist in one another's company.

The weekdays however, were a little different.

It would start off the same. Her alarm would ring. You'd wake up immediately and she'd grumble and snooze it before switching positions and falling back to sleep. That would happen three more times before you'd take her phone and turn off any and all alarms set. There was no point having them if they were just going to be ignored.

And this would lead you to now. You stare at her sleeping body as you set her phone down onto your nightstand, the device landing with a barely audible thud. She was sprawled out on her stomach, arms either side of her head with half of her face hidden by her mountain of pillows. Her breathing was soft and steady, telling you she was no closer to waking up than she had been ten minutes ago despite her many alarms.

"Lessi," you call softly as you partially lay back down, leaning on your elbow and resting your head in your hand. She was facing you now, allowing you reach out and gently brush a stray strand of blonde hair back behind her ear. She stirs just slightly at this, eyebrows furrowing and nose twitching. Your lips quirk up in gentle amusement, as you lean forward and press, gentle kiss her cheek. "Baby? It's seven. You need to leave the house in half an hour."

You bring your hand down and gently pat her back, hoping the action would rouse her. But of course it does nothing of the sort. With a soft sigh, you sit up and throw a leg over her hips so you're affectively sitting on her butt. You lean down and tuck your hands between the mattress and her stomach, skin meeting skin due to her lack of shirt.

"Alessia? Wakey wakey." You coo, peppering gentle kisses to as many places as you could reach. The blonde beneath you lets out a quiet grunt as she tries yet fails to knock you off of her, and your smile widens knowing you were finally getting somewhere. "If you get up now I'll make you coffee." You attempt to persuade, freeing one of your hands from beneath her and using it to yet again brush her hair out of her face.

A single baby blue eye flickers open.

"Coffee?" She rasps, and you hum, placing yet another kiss to her cheek. It was warm, and you couldn't help but press a few more kisses to the soft skin. Her lips quirk up just slightly at the feeling, and you couldn't help but mimic it.

"Maybe tomorrow." She murmurs with a deep sigh as her eyes close again, and you stare at her dumbly for promptly ten seconds before you roll your eyes and sit up on top of her. You knew it wouldn't be this easy. Before you could say anything else, she turns around underneath you so she was laying on her back, bringing her arms up to cover her face as her chest rises and falls with a deep breath.

Blonde hair sprawls around her pillow like a halo, and you stare in awe for a few moments before continuing with the task at hand. Waking her up before she was late to training. Still straddling her hips, you lean forward and rest your elbows on either side of her neck, your face just millimetres away from her own. You feel each gentle exhale that escapes her nose; see her eyelashes flicker against her cheeks. She looked so relaxed you almost didn’t want to wake her.

Knowing that wasn’t really an option right now, you cup her cheeks in your hands and trail the pads of your thumbs over the soft skin, “lessi? Baby, you really need to wake up if you don’t want to be late.”

She groans.

“I know,” you grab the wrists and gently force them away from her face. She squints up at you, a disgruntled expression on her face.

“I’m awake.” She grumbles, tugging her arms out of your grip.

“You are?”

“Mhh,” she turns her head to the side. “I’m eating breakfast.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh, really?”

“Mhh, I’m getting dressed.”

You nod with a grin as you shift a little on top of her, stifling back the laughter that so desperately wants to escape as you once again cup her cheeks and press your lips in a soft kiss against her nose.

“Nice outfit.” You comment with a smile, and despite the fact she tries to hide it, you see Alessia’s lips quirk up at the corners too. Her eyes however, stubbornly remain shut.

“I know. I’m driving to training.”

You snort, eyes absentmindedly flickering to the clock. You bite your bottom lip at the time that greets you as you bring your attention back to Alessia. “Baby, I hate to be a downer, but you have twenty minutes to get up, dressed, eat, and drive to training.”

Alessia sits up so quickly she was just inches away from slamming her forehead into your own. Your heart pounds at the close call as she cranes her head around you to get a good look at the time herself, all but shoving you off her as she scrambles out of bed and rushes through to the bathroom.

“Alessia!” You yelp in dismay.

“Sorry baby!” You hear her call from the bathroom as the toilet flushes and the tap turns on.

“You will be, stubborn woman.” You grumble, climbing out of bed yourself and making your way through to the kitchen. The tiles were cold against your feet, and you cross your arms over your chest in a futile effort at keeping warm as you head over to the refrigerator to figure out what to make you both for breakfast.

Knowing realistically that she wouldn’t have time to eat here, you put her coffee in a travel cup and place a granola bar and banana beside it. She stumbles into the kitchen just moments later looking a little more put together than before, wearing one of her many tracksuits with her blonde hair brushed and tied back into its usual ponytail.

Her blue eyes light up at the sight of you, and you watch as she drops her kitbag to the floor before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You melt into her on instinct alone, cheek flush against her chest as your own arms settle securely around her waist.

“Thank you, baby.” She murmurs into the top of your head, and you hum quietly as you pat her behind a few times before pulling away. When she refuses to let you go, you look up at her with a knowing smile on your face. Due to the fact she didn’t get her morning cuddles today, you knew for a fact she was going to be even more clingy than usual.

You knew you should tell her to let go. To leave before she was late and Leah made her run laps. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so, especially when her hands slips beneath your shirt and comes to rest against the small of your back.

“You’re going to be late my love.” You warn in a quiet murmur as your arms resettle around her waist, and Alessia hums knowingly.

“I know.” She muses.

“Leah’s going to make you run laps again.”

“That’s okay.” She accepts.

“You must really love me, huh?” You look up at her, chin resting against her chest. She stares down at you, cupping your cheek with her hand pressing her lips against your own in a tender kiss. You don’t hesitate to reciprocate, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of her pants.

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” She whispers.

[immobulusmalfoy]

From Molly, With Love // George Weasley x F!Reader

Summary: Molly picks her family, no matter who they are, through the sweaters she makes. She's already picked George's SO, you! Warnings: Incredible amounts of fluff, like tooth-rotting. And Percy. A/N: Not sure why it's Christmas all the time in my fics. Just go with it. __________________________________________

Christmas morning was always a conundrum. Especially with the twins involved. I’d planned to sleep without setting an alarm, but I hadn’t expressed that to my two best friends and that had been my big mistake.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” they chorused, jumping on the bed.

I groaned, cracking open an eye to see both boys nearly on top of me, effectively pinning me beneath my blankets.

“Happy Christmas!” they shouted.

“Shhhh. ‘S too early. How’d you get in here this time?”

“That’s for us to know,” Fred started, “and you to find out.” George finished with a grin.

“Alright then, Happy Christmas to you lot, as well.”

I finally opened your eyes completely and sat up, trying to tame my hair and wipe my eyes from sleep. The twins had settled down at the end of my bed and were currently weighing the pile of presents they’d discovered there, attempting to figure out what was in each one. A lumpy one near the bottom was definitely one from Mrs. Weasley, but I knew I had a few from my parents as well as something from the twins.

They didn’t even allow me to get dressed or do anything else before they shoved the small pile of parcels in my lap and stared excitedly. I narrowed my eyes at them, daring them to have done anything remotely prank-related to my things. They looked the picture of innocence, though, in their blue sweaters knitted by their mum.

I opened my parents’ gifts first, the first being three muggle books I’d asked for and the second being a custom-made holster for my wand since my pockets never seemed big enough to hold it. I had a new set of quills from my aunt and uncle in France, too. Then I opened the one Molly had sent me, discovering a lovely emerald sweater with my first initial on it. I ran my hands lovingly over the yarn. Last year I’d gotten a pretty blue one, but I was happier with this green one. Beneath the sweater was a package of homemade fudge that I knew was going to be hidden for a later date. And finally, the twins had gotten me a whole package of my favorite candies and some sachets of tea.

I thanked them both and hugged them, then tugged on my sweater over my pajamas. I’d barely had a chance to run to the bathroom before the boys were dragging me over to the boys dorms to harass their brothers, both Percy and Ron.

“Merry Christmas!” George shouted.

“Hey look—Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred called attention to the sweater Harry had in his possession, one that was the exact same color as my own sweater. I smiled at the boy who looked up at me a bit shyly as Fred snatched the sweater out of his hands.

“Harry’s is better than ours, though.” Fred observed. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.” He looked pointedly over at me, but I just shrugged.

I’d met Molly at the end of our first year when the twins and I got off the train. My parents hadn’t been there to meet me at the station, so Molly offered to wait until they got there. I’d felt horrible since they hadn’t shown up for another hour, but Molly and her husband and the boys had all made me feel like I hadn’t been a burden at all and I’d so appreciated it.

To this day, Molly sent me letters every once and awhile to check in, even more than my own parents and I loved the fact that she’d taken the time to knit me a sweater for the last three years. It made me feel special.

“Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?” George demanded. “Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm.”

I knew George was just trying to get a rise out of Ron, but I did feel bad that Ron didn’t like the sweaters his mum made. I knew he would be more upset if we kept pushing, but George didn’t let up and chucked the sweater at Ron’s head.

“I hate maroon,” the boy moaned, but he did put the sweater on and I beamed at him.

“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed once the sweater was safely donned by Ron. “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid—we know we’re called Gred and Forge.” George grinned, his eyes twinkling as he winked at me. I snorted.

“What’s all this noise?” A voice broke through the din we were making and I sighed, knowing exactly who was coming to spoil all the fun. Percy. It’s not that I didn’t like the third eldest Weasley, but he was usually a stick in the mud and he found great joy in ruining our fun.

He’d stuck his head through Ron and Harry’s dorm room door, looking disapproving. It took all that was in me not to laugh at his disheveled curly hair and his smudged glasses. He looked like he’d just gotten up, something I usually didn’t see from “Mr. Perfect Prefect Percy.” Percy was carrying a knitted sweater too and I brightened immediately once I noticed it. I was curious what color he’d get and I was surprised to see that it was a gold color with a maroon ‘P’ sewn in, but it did match his prefect’s badge.

“P is for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on. We’re all wearing ours. Even Harry got one.” Fred said impatiently as he snatched Percy’s sweater from his arms and allowed George to take the other side, forcing it over Percy’s head while he protested.

After they’d shoved it over his head and trapped his arms in the body part since they hadn’t allowed him to get his arms in, I did laugh because he just looked so funny. His glasses were knocked sideways and his hair was even more of a mess.

“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George. “Christmas is a time for family.”

And then we marched Percy into the Great Hall where we all sat at the table and consumed as much food as we were able, the Christmas feast making me feel like I wouldn’t be able to eat anything else for a week with how much I’d eaten. Fred and George kept swapping sweets on their plates and dumping extra peas in my mashed potatoes, but I couldn’t even be angry at them.

Three years later, Molly was still making all of us sweaters and other knitted things and I happily donned a maroon sweater the same shade as Ron’s usual one, my first initial on it in gold again. It was perfectly comfortable and I mooned over it to George as we sat on one of the couches in the common room.

With the Triwizard cup happening this year, mine and the twins’ sixth year, we’d all decided to stay at the castle for Christmas yet again. As much as I loved celebrating Christmas with my family, there was something special about celebrating it at Hogwarts with my friends.

George was sitting back on the couch while I laid my head on his legs, a book over my stomach that I’d honestly forgotten.

“Are you nervous about tonight?” George asked as he brushed a piece of my hair off my forehead. I looked up into his deep eyes and smiled.

“No, I’m not nervous. Are you?” I asked.

George had asked me to the Yule Ball that was happening tonight and I was thrilled. Though I wasn’t sure how George was feeling about it.

“I’m more nervous that I’ll break your foot by stepping on it.” George laughed, poking me in the side. I squirmed away from his touch, slapping his hands away as he continued his ticklish assault.

“I’ll wear bigger shoes to account for the swelling then, shall I?” I teased, causing him to turn a pink color. “Anyway, I did promise Angelina that I’d get ready with her and Katie, so I probably should be off.”

“You, worrying about appearances?” George gasped, “What has the world come to?”

“Hush, you. I’ve got to make sure you don’t outshine me all the time.”

I flashed him another grin and rolled off the couch to head up to the sixth year girls’ room where Angie and Katie were already arguing over makeup colors and whether or not their dates would really care. Considering that Angie was going with Fred, I remarked that he would care. Despite the boys not appearing like they care about things like that, I happened to know that Fred wanted to put on a show at the ball. And Katie was going as “friends” with Cormac McLaggen, a wizard I happened to hate for his bad attitude and pompous behavior.

“Hey!” Angelina protested as I disappeared into our shared bathroom.

“Yes?” I asked, popping my head back into our room. I was sure the others would be there soon and I wanted to get a shower before going through the hassle of hair and makeup, even though Katie had already offered to fix up my hair for me.

“Are you going to have enough time to get ready? You haven’t even started and the ball starts at eight.”

“I’ve got three hours. That should be more than enough time.” I said, and I was right. It didn’t take me more than two to take a shower, change into my dress robes which happened to be maroon just like my sweater, and have Katie do my hair in some elaborate braided crown around my head. Once I’d finished my makeup and donned some gold jewelry, I snagged my cape and headed downstairs before the other girls even thought of it.

And there George was at the bottom of the stairs, lounging on one of the couches beside Fred and Lee Jordan. He looked fantastic in his dress robes and I smiled once he looked up and saw me.

“Blimey, you look gorgeous.” George said as he stood up and met me at the bottom of the steps.

“What, this old thing?” I teased him, “Just something I had lying around waiting for a special occasion. You look spiffy!”

George flushed again and brought me over to the couch. I collapsed between him and Fred, bringing my arms around the two of them.

“Look at my boys! Aren’t they beautiful?” I gushed to Lee, and he laughed at the twins’ expressions, knowing I was giving them grief for no reason besides the fact that it was fun. I smacked kisses to both of their cheeks, Fred wiping it off immediately with a halfway-disgusted look.

“Get off, you big lump.” Fred snorted good-naturedly. “Angie coming down soon?”

“Hold your horses, mister. She’ll come down when she’s good and ready. You reckon Ron figured out who Hermione’s date is yet?” I asked once I noticed the younger girl coming downstairs in her blue dress robes. She’d shown them to me a few weeks ago when she’d gotten them and I had to admit that they looked better on her than I thought, and I’d known she would be gorgeous in them.

“I bet you a galleon he throws a massive fit once he sees.” Fred remarked as Hermione escaped through the portrait hole with a wave back towards us.

“You’re on.” Lee grinned, twiddling his wand between his fingers. The more he did it, the more sparks flew from the end of it and I instinctively turned farther into George to make sure they didn’t fall on my dress. He wrapped an arm around me and tucked me into his chest, causing my heart to start beating a little more erratically. His laugh felt like a rumble underneath me and I hoped he couldn’t feel the change in my heartbeat.

I didn’t know when it had started, really. One day I was with the twins and I realized that, as much as I love them together, I had a major soft spot for George. I’d pretty quickly figured out how to tell them apart when we were younger and the more time I’d spent with them that first year had ensured I never got them confused, so I knew my feelings for George were genuine. He was just so sweet and passionate about his interests, and I realized very soon that my crush was maybe more than a crush. Well, definitely more than a crush. I was pretty sure I’d fallen in love with him. But I didn’t know how George felt.

Sometimes I fancied that I caught him looking at me with a different expression, one that screamed “I like you,” but then I second-guessed myself and told myself it was only a look that a friend would give. But I wanted to know how he felt more than anything, even just so I could move on if he would never feel the same. But, oh, how I wish he did feel the same way.

And then he’d asked me to the Yule Ball, confusing me even more. Fred had asked Angie because he liked her, a fact he’d admitted one night after a few too many spiked butterbeers. I knew Ron had tried asking Hermione, but he hadn’t listened to my advice and he’d asked too late when she’d already gotten another date. I knew Ron hadn’t noticed, but it was pretty clear to quite a few of us that Ron and Hermione had it bad for each other and were completely oblivious to the other’s feelings on the matter. I was sure it was going to blow up in their faces tonight and had put a galleon on it.

Most of the other people I knew who were going were either going strictly as friends or in the relationship mindset, but George had never specified what exactly we were doing. Fred had called out to Angie one night while studying in the common room, asking her to go. I hadn’t been asked yet and I’d voiced how nice it was that Fred was getting a move-on by asking her to go. But then the next day, George had handed me a library book I’d been searching for and promptly pulled me aside and asked me to go to the ball with him. It was quiet and simple and I’d loved him even more for it.

Deep down, I’d been hoping he’d ask me and I’d been thrilled that he had. But his face was saying something totally different and it scared me. I didn’t want to be his pity date, but I’d rather be his date than worry about going to the ball alone.

George broke me from my thoughts by rubbing his thumb over my shoulder and causing goosebumps to form where he’d touched my bare skin. I shivered and looked into his face.

“You ready to head down to the hall?” he asked.

“I don’t mind waiting if you want to go down together.” I murmured, bringing my hand up to still his on my shoulder. He froze at my touch. “But we can go down now if you want to.”

“Let’s go down and scope out the place.” George smiled, getting up and helping me to my feet. “Lads, we’re going to scope out the place. I’m starving, so we’re gonna scheme our ways into getting snacks.”

“Why don’t you just sneak into the kitchens?” Lee asked, looking up at us. I snorted, because way to go Lee for using his brain.

“That’s brilliant. Let’s do that.” I dragged George along for the ride as we made our way to the portrait that would let us into the kitchens. George did the honors of tickling the pear and then we were in the kitchens faster than you could say ‘charm.’

The room was full of amazing treats and the house elves smiled at us as I waved at them. They knew who we were and I’d chatted with loads of them since the twins and I figured out how to get in here. Sometimes I wondered if the twins missed the magic map we’d pilfered from Filch’s office as much as I did on occasion. It was such a wonderful piece of magic, though I was glad Harry seemed to be putting it to good use now since we’d given it to him last year.

Armed with snacks that we carried in our hands for easy access, we exited the kitchens and made our way to the Great Hall, which had been transformed like never before for the ball. McGonagall gave George and I a surly look once she saw what we were carrying, but she didn’t say a word to us about it. I was sure she had more important things to worry about than us stealing snacks from the kitchens, especially since this event wasn’t just for us, but also for the two wizarding schools whose students were currently staying with us.

I spotted Hermione with her date, grinning away as they moved towards the table where they’d be sitting with the other Triwizard Cup champions. It was no surprise that we had assigned seats and I thanked my lucky stars that George and I would be sharing the table with most of the other Gryffindor sixth years.

“Is Hermione here with Krum?” I heard Katie ask, and I was startled since I hadn't even heard her come up behind me. I nodded and she smiled, “Good for her! I wish he was my date.” She tossed a grumpy look at McLaggen who was looking even oilier than usual. To his credit, he pretended not to hear her and instead said hello to George and a few of the other people milling about.

George and I took our seats and watched as other witches and wizards from all three schools entered the room, their reactions the same as ours as they surveyed the room in all its splendor. It was wonderful charm work to convert the room this spectacularly.

I absolutely loved sitting at the table, hearing all the conversations going on around us and admiring everyone’s outfits. George sat as close to me as acceptably allowed, but I didn’t mind it because I’d made up my mind.

At the end of the night, once the dancing was done and we’d eaten as much as we wanted, I was going to tell George how I felt. The thought almost made me sick, but I knew I had to do it. I had to. Otherwise, the feeling was going to eat me alive and I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, even if he rejected me. At least I’d still have him as a friend, I hoped.

As the night dragged on, especially after Harry’s disastrous dance with one of the Patil sisters, I grew tired. Only George noticed. We’d been out on the dance floor for hours, only taking breaks to down lemonade and pumpkin juice and some sort of punch the house elves had created. I’d probably eaten at least five mince pies and George was well on his way to eating the whole table full of sweets. But after the Weird Sisters had left and the party started dying down, George pulled me aside.

“Wanna take a walk before we go to bed? I bet the third floor is empty. Well, except for Mrs. Norris who’s probably roaming about looking for students making out.” he laughed in my ear, his arm wrapped around my waist.

I shivered at his touch, but nodded, my grin infectious. George grinned back, grabbing both of our cloaks as he told Fred we were leaving. In between him yelling back and forth with Angie about something, of course.

The third floor was empty, just like George said, and we settled into comfortable silence as we walked down the hallways. The paintings watched us as we went, but I chose to ignore them as I tried to settle my rapid heartbeat. Was now my chance?

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt George settle his hand in mine, our fingers now intertwined between us. I looked up at him to find him already looking down at me.

“You’re really special, y’know that?” George broke the silence. I felt a hot flush extending up my neck as I smiled at him.

“Is that your way of saying you’re happy to have me as your weird best friend?”

“Oh no, that spot is reserved for Lee.” he joked. I slapped his arm softly with my other hand as he laughed at me. “Only kidding, lovey. Promise.”

“Good. Lee has nothing on me.” I sniffed.

But that was my last coherent thought as George yanked on our entwined hands and pulled me right in front of him. And then, most wonderful of all, reached his other hand over to cup the back of my head and kissed me. Kissed me! George was kissing me! I was screaming internally.

The kiss didn’t last long before George broke away to gauge my reaction, his eyes searching my face for any sign of disgust. But how could I be disgusted when the boy I was in love with had just done the one thing I’d been waiting for for over a year?

“George?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Is it silly if I say I love you?”

His eyes widened with surprise before he started grinning uncontrollably.

“Nope! Say it as loudly as you like because, love, I adore you. Godric, I thought you were gonna slap me. I never thought you’d like me too, let alone love me.”

“I could still slap you, but I’d much rather kiss you.” I laughed before leaning up to kiss him again.

“Blimey, mum’s gonna be ecstatic. She loves you.” He whispered, and then he kissed me over and over again until I was nearly drunk with it, the feeling indescribable. But I was happy, oh so happy. And so was he.

[thir10th]

clothes-emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: a slow morning with Emily when you've just started dating tw: make out, no smut, just domestic fluff w Emily A/n: i was just in the mood for a little drable, what can i say

You feel a paw lightly patting your face, the soft fur tickling your nose

"Serge, please, 5 minutes" you groan at the cat that has already set on your pillow, wrapping himself in a little black ball, you'd find it incredibly cute hadn't he just woken you up an hour before your alarm went off.

You decide it's a lost battle and move to leave him occupy your pillow, burying your face on the other one, it smells like Emily's shampoo.

The woman feels your body pressing against hers, and she turns around to meet your face, her naked body pressing against yours closer now.

Her eyes still closed, she's still half asleep but she gives you a soft peck on your lips "mh-morning" she mutters.

Her silky black hair tickles your face, but you don't move, you let it cover your forehead and you inhale the scent.

"why doesn't he wake you up? he's technically your son"

"because you spoil him too much" she twists around trying to grab part of the sheet falling off the bed due to last night's activities.

Her nose scrunches in comfort, you think it's adorable and can't help but to kiss it. She barely reacts, which makes you think she's probably still too asleep to correspond.

Last night had been your 3rd real date with Emily, the familiarity you already felt being the result of the time you had spent being "just friends" until you finally gave in on your attraction to each other. You wouldn't have it any other way.

It had been Emily's turn for last night's date, after getting back from work, she cooked, opened a bottle of wine, and you ended the night making out in the coach, and the bed, and the shower, and then the bed again. You felt exhausted in the most perfect way.

"so what, i give him a little too many him treats, he deserves them" you sigh, giving up on sleep coming back to you.

You stand up, unwrapping your body from Emily's strong grip around your waist, she whines, but ends up giving it up and wrapping herself around the pillow.

You scratch Sergio behind the ears, and move to pick up something to put on so you can go make breakfast

you grab the blue shirt that she wore yesterday, and a pair of her boxers, both were laying on the floor, scattered around along with the rest of both your clothes.

You follow the trail that was left on the corridor, you find your pants and Emily's, your bra, your shirt, all the way to the living room. You pick them up, leaving them on the couch, then following to the kitchen.

You secure your headphones in your ears and pull up a favorite playlist. Coffee percolating. Music going. You hum along and gather the ingredients you need to make pancakes, the easiest recipe you could ever memorize.

You crack the eggs carefully, making sure no shells fall into the mixture, you swing around to the music in your ears, dancing to it as you cook.

One by one, the stack of pancakes gets bigger until you run out of mix, you sip on your coffee, turning around to set the table, but when you do, you jump.

"Jesus!" Emily leans on the wall, she watches you with a grin on her face "How long have you been standing there? You almost killed me"

"just enough, are you making pancakes?" she asks, you can't help but to feel embarrassed, she says she's been there enough, which probably means she's seen all your musical number, at least most of it

"Yes, you can get this there until I'm done here" you tell her, turning around to finish up, but instead of doing what you asked, she comes around you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

"you smell so nice" she whispers, her head rests on your shoulder, she kisses you there, and on your neck, leaves a trail of small, sweet kisses along your shoulder.

Her hands caress your waist, "you’re wearing my shirt" she says, pressing her lips against your pulse point which makes you chuckle "i am" you say.

Her fingers slowly brushing the bare skin behind her boxers "and my boxers" she nibs at the soft skin on your neck, the smile on your face doesn't fade, you turn to face her, surrounding her neck with your arms

"do you mind? that- that i wear your clothes- I mean"

"no, no, of course not" her hand moves to take a couple of hair strands off your face, placing them behind your hear in a loving gesture

"in fact- you look really good in my clothes" the bright smile on her face turns into a devilish one

her lips crash against yours, lips and tongue, the wetness in her soft lips making you groan on her mouth, she swallows your sounds, her hand grabs your face, yours wrapping around her waist, gripping the flesh.

You separate you lips from hers to much of your distaste "let me just finish this ok? can you wait just a second?" you ask, but she doesn't let go off you, her hands on your waist lower to get your ass, giving a light squeeze

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Emily chuckles, the intensity of her kisses and touches increasing now, tugging you back into her chest. Emily kisses the side of your head, and groans about having to wait to have you.

You finish all up as fast as you can, trying to ignore the woman-koala that's wrapped around your waist, kissing your shoulder where the shirt keeps falling off.

"ok, I'm all yours now, try not to burn me, the stove is still warm" she lets out a devilish laugh

“mh, I like how that sounds, mine”

she loves hearing you’re hers, and you know it. She bites at your earlobe possessively.

she presses you into the counter, her kisses get heavier, hotter, deeper. "Ems-" you say breathlessly "mh?" she asks, her lips back onto yours.

"don't start something you can't finish" you say taking a moment to get away from her lips, but she's back at it in no time

"who says i'm not finishing this?"

Before you can even react, she lifts you up to the counter, you wrap your legs around her waist, your ankles pressing on her ass.

"I let you in my pants a couple of times and now it's all you can think about, who would've said SSA Prentiss was such a needy woman" you joke, her lips still kissing your neck, she snatches at you and kisses you again, biting your lip a little harder than usual

"well, i guess i just can't get enough of you" her lips crashing against yours once more "you're just lucky you're so cute, or i wouldn't let you get away with something like that"

Her words have an immediate effect on you, making you whine aloud "oh, please, don't let me get away with it"

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How To Plan Your Day 🌒📝💡✨

Start the night before. What do you need to do tomorrow to meet your needs? Write down the most important tasks you want to complete the next day. This gives you a clear starting point in the morning.

Create a morning routine that is focused on your well being. Exercise, meditate, read etc.

Make a list of all the things you need to do. Put the most important things at the top of the list.

Divide your day into chunks of time. Decide when you'll do each task.

Estimate the time it will take you to complete each task.

If a big task seems too hard, break it into smaller steps.

Batch the similar tasks together for maximum efficiency.

Try to do one thing at a time. Multitasking might not help you get things done better.

Don't plan too many things. Only plan what you can really do.

Check your progress during the day. Change your plans if things are not going as expected.

At the end of the day, think about what you did and what's left. Learn from what went well and what didn't.

Finish each day with a quick clean up. What can do you now to set up your spaces and routines for both self care and efficiency.

Choose what you'll wear the next day, including clothes, shoes, and accessories. This saves you time in the morning and helps you avoid last-minute outfit decisions.

If you have to take things with you (like a work bag or gym bag), pack it with everything you need. This prevents you from rushing around in the morning to gather your things.

Lay out items you'll need in the morning, like your keys, wallet, or important papers. This way, you won't have to search for them when you're in a rush.

Take some time to wind down before bed. Read a book, practice some light stretching, or do something relaxing to help you sleep better.

Charge your phone, tablet, or laptop overnight so you start the day with fully charged devices.

Set your alarm for the time you want to wake up. Having a consistent wake-up time helps regulate your body clock.

Try to avoid looking at screens (phones, tablets, computers) at least an hour before bed. The blue light from screens can interfere with sleep.

Take a moment to reflect on the day and think about what you're looking forward to tomorrow. Visualizing a positive morning can help set a good tone for the next day.

Pick a weekly prep day and clean the house, meal prep, review your calendar and to do list for the week ahead.

[vviipers]

930 words. (twst) cheka kingscholar & fem! reader. (twst) leona kingscholar/fem! reader.

The apartment next door was finally leased out.

It was a man and his son, both lion beastmen and from the capital of Afterglow Savanna if their accents were anything to go by.

It wasn't uncommon to run into the boy (literally), Cheka, when leaving your appointment in the morning. You'd sit on the stairs of the complex with him as he waited for his bus to show, just to make sure he wasn't completely alone.

You hadn't meant to get as attached to him as you did.

He was a sweetheart, hugging you before running off to join his friends on the school bus. It was always a short ten minutes that you spent with him, mostly filled with him telling you what he did the day prior or watching Mousey-Toons on your phone.

Cheka had even taken to adding missus in front of your name whenever calling your attention, even after the dozens of times you've corrected him. He'd especially loved to tack it on whenever you let him inside during the colder months with his enthusiastic thank yous, kicking his legs back and forth as he nursed on a cup of pink lemonade once settled.

You'd asked about his father one day. You're curious about why you've only ever seen him once in a blue moon and the only thing he responds with is furrowed brows and flattened ears.

"The man you live with," you clarify, hands moving around your head as you describe him. "Scar over his eye? Long hair? A little mean looking?"

That makes Cheka laugh and you have to take glass from him so it doesn't slip out of his hands. "That's Unca Leona! He's my unca! He sleeps a lot." He scrunches his hands once he's finished speaking, gulping down the remaining drink with a self-satisfying sigh as he sets the cup down with a clink.

"Your uncle?"

He doesn't look at you like you're stupid when you ask, nodding enthusiastically while reaching for his hazelnut spread sandwich. "Yeah," he answers with a cheek full of it.

The alarm on your phone goes off and Cheka is getting up from his chair as per your routine. You put his bag on one shoulder and your own on the other, following him out the door while he continues to bite at his sandwich. He hugs your legs once you're close enough to the bus, running halfway up the steps before he remembers his bookbag and runs back to retrieve it with a giggle.

When he gets home from school, he visits and stays over for a few hours until his uncle knocks either on your door or your shared living room wall. Sometimes he doesn't leave, only opening the door and returning with a bag full of takeout.

You always return the favor by sending Cheka over with the amount printed on the receipt. Eventually, they start coming without them and you have to do the extra work to find the approximate price.

(You've started ignoring the envelopes of money Cheka tries giving you in the mornings too. He always lights up after you tell him to put whatever's inside in his piggy bank and save up for that block set he wants for his birthday.)

(You'll ignore that same set you have sitting in the back of your closet.)

It's not a shock when he— Leona— comes knocking on your door during winter break. He's shoving an envelope in your hand and turning away before you can quite keep up.

"Stop," he starts after you grab onto his wrist. He doesn't snatch it away, but you do drop it. His voice is raspy, but you don't know if it's natural or from him just waking up. "Payin' me back."

You squint and force the envelope back into his hand. You don't like how thick it feels. "If you're not taking the money, then at least put it towards Cheka."

In the few months you've known the boy, you've taken enough notes to recognize his more subtle body language, even if he wore his emotions openly on his face.

His uncle is no different regardless of his subtlety.

"His parents 'n' I already give 'im more than enough."

"Then a little more wouldn't hurt."

Leona closes his eyes. Whether it's because he's growing frustrated at your stubbornness or trying to come up with another argument, you also don't know. "He's gonna get spoiled. I don't wanna have'ta raise a brat."

"He's fine so far." You step away when he holds the envelope out, giving him your sweetest smile when he extends his arm further. "Maybe a rainy day fund then?"

"Don't need it."

"Neither do I."

Whatever game of hot potato and cat-and-mouse is ended by a gasp from Cheka. "Unca!" He's running his way up to Leona and has jumped into his arms, practically purring. "Are we going out today? Is missus," he mispronounces your name again and you've given up on correcting him, "coming?"

Leona closes his eyes again and lets out a heaving breath. You don't say anything in case it ruins the rest of his day.

"If," he yawns, cutting himself off while he shifts Cheka to his hip, "she wants. We'll use what's in here."

When Cheka turns to look at you, his big eyes make it impossible to say no.

"If you'll have me," you hum, huffing out a laugh when he practically jumps into your arms.

You ignore the hand Leona swipes down his face, squeezing Cheka back equally as tight when he throws his arms around your neck.

[psblooms]

[0:26] don’t leave me sim jaeyun

word count: 674 fluff, established relationship, college setting works

the sun rays of the autumn sky were starting to appear, warming up the room where you were sleeping at. the sound of an alarm started to wake you up after a late date with sim jaeyun since he insisted on having a sleepover on a weekday.

both of you were starting to get busy with school and tests, so the amount of time you got to spend together lately was getting shorter and jake being the type of person and boyfriend he is wouldn’t let it happen.

so, after dragging you in last night he cuddled you in his sleep making sure to keep you warm as the weather started to chill out.

the alarm rang again and after struggling to turn it off you made an effort to get out of bed to start your routine to get on time to class, only to be blocked by jaeyuns arm around you tightening on you waist pulling you back down.

“nooo, don’t move.” he said extending the syllables trying to get you back into the position he was so comfortably sleeping in, basically him being almost enveloping you completely. you resisted his weight pulling you back as much as you could while trying not to melt just from seeing him act so cutely.

“jae, I have a class.” you said quietly almost to get him back to sleep even if he was alone in bed.

“mhm so what? it starts in nearly two hours.” he mumbled refusing to let go in with his raspy morning voice.

“I still have to go to my place to get changed you know?” you said, finally breaking down a smile while trying to pat his messy hair down.

“that’s why I’ve been telling you to move in already.” he whined trying to reason with you and bringing the topic of moving in together into another conversation, again.

“we can talk about that later but can you please let me go?” you avoided answering while trying to push his hands away from your waist.

his whiny voice appeared again holding you even closer and tighter finally pulling you on your back so you could lay down with him again. “nooo, you can just skip this class.” he said while laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“jae” you said in a more serious tone.

“at least stay with me for another half and hour, I’ll drive you to your place and to your class later” he said finally looking at you with hazy eyes, his puffy face and messy hair made you seriously consider his option, it was not often that you got to see him act this way; with his pretty face all tired but still soft and calm with a warm blush on his cheek. him laying close to you in his cozy oversized matching light blue pajamas, made you feel the mushy feeling he only made you experience.

he was most of the times the responsible one when it came to school, pushing you and encouraging you to do your best and to attend your classes and pay attention, so maybe, him trying to keep you near him made you think that maybe you could succumb to his needy request to spend a few more minutes of the chilly morning next to him before your day started.

“okay, but just thirty minutes” you said while brushing his hair with your hand.

a sleepy smile appeared on jakes face as he dragged you under the covers once more hugging your waist and kissing you cheek before finding his place back under your chin. “yay, I love you but let’s go back to sleep” he said.

“It’s not sleeping it’s a nap.” you answered him while letting out a sigh and your hand found purchase on his hair one more finally closing your eyes for a little bit.

forgetting of the fact, that, neither of you remembered to set the alarm back up, so needless to say, both of you missed a few classes.

[eowynstwin]

I actually can't stop thinking about your writing on AC 141, it lowkey got me playing again. When I got back on New Horizions, I found out that I had 300,000 bells in debt give or take 50,000 or so from an expansion on my house. Also I just got the Abel sisters' shop so I can finally get pretty clothes, yippie!

Enough about me, Nikolai is the pilot that flies reader to other islands, while Laswell is the one that mans the desk at the airport, only because she has other jobs and a wife. Blathers is the same because I love him like a cherished family friend.

I imagine that the boys were initially alarmed when reader started catching and holding all of these sharp and/or venomous animals with her bare ass hands. While they've learned that reader never really gets hurt doing this, it's still a little scary to see her running around at all hours of the night and day catching creatures to either give to the Museum or sell.

At least reader gives them very thoughtful and genuinely nice gifts, many of them handmade.

Anyways, those are my thoughts that have been plaguing me, and you can have them.

previous

Gaz wakes early to a beautiful morning on the island. The sky is a rich, vibrant blue, playing host today to towering formations of pastel clouds, and the temperature is just low enough to suggest that the heat won’t rise unbearably throughout the day.

Gaz brings his coffee outside with him to sit on his front lawn and admire the day ahead of him. The human had gifted him a lovely wood swing recently, which he finds ideal for days just like this, where he can sip something warm and enjoy the breeze, and the sun on his face, and the scent of the garden springing up around his house that the human is cultivating for crossbreeding purposes.

Out of everyone on the island, you seem to prefer him at the moment—Price tracks your activities, whose houses you spend the most time on, who receives gifts the most often. It had been him in the beginning, and Gaz had initially worried that the old lion might be jealous, but Price had only smiled at the notion when the wolf brought it up and pointed out that he had been the only animal there, after all.

So Gaz is free to enjoy your attentions unimpeded by guilt. He’s watching the butterflies flit idly among the heavy spring blooms, inhaling the steam of his coffee, when he hears a low hum somewhere northwards. Maybe Nik jetting off along the archipelago, on his way to pick up another islander.

Then, Soap comes galloping up, running at a breakneck pace, and Gaz hardly has any time to relax before he yanks open the front door of his house.

“Bees got the human,” the horse throws over his shoulder briefly before barging inside.

“What?” Gaz demands.

Soap emerges again, a bag of medicine between his teeth. “Bees got the human,” he repeats, and sprints in the direction of the humming.

Gaz sets down his drink and runs after him. Sure enough, in the copse of trees on the north side of the island, they find the human, sitting on the ground beside an abandoned hive, one eye swollen closed and looking very sorry for yourself.

“Shaking trees again, are you?” Soap says cheerfully, hiding his concern away so as to keep you calm.

The poor thing nods, tears flowing from your one good eye. “Sometimes money falls out,” you say.

“Got to be faster with that net, ken?” the horse says gently, getting to his knees and opening the bag.

As Soap applies the medicine and does his best to calm you down, Gaz makes a mental note to talk to Price about the goodies he hides to keep you entertained. It’s important, of course, that you always have something to do, Gaz agrees with that, but maybe they should mitigate the risk of bodily injury.

Even if only so the rest of them don’t have a collective heart attack when you get stung by something nasty again, if for no other reason.

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[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- hajime iwazumi

masterlist

just a black coffee

hajime iwazumi is a man of routines.

almost every day he wakes up at the same time, 6:30.

he gets dressed, puts on his socks and running shoes and goes for a run.

he runs the same 4 mile loop every morning, and pets the same dog around the 2 mile mark. after that, he attends his classes, does his homework, and goes to volleyball practice.

hajime never strays from this weekday routine. sure, on the weekends he’ll mix it up a bit. hanging out with friends and enjoying himself. and maybe, he’ll wake up at 7:30 instead of 6:30. maybe.

hajime iwazumi hates breaking his routines. and he doesn’t, until one fateful morning. he wakes up at 6:46. he slept through his alarm. its fine, he thinks, i just need to run quicker today. so, he gets dressed, and goes for a run. he’s about 3 miles in when he runs into closed roads on his regular route.

this is just not my day, he thinks, sighing.

so, he takes a turn. as he hits his 4 miles, he realizes he has no idea where he is. hajime never goes this way on a run, or even ever. he looks around a bit, and spots a diner. the sign over top reads ‘the ravens eye’. he spots the hours on a sign outside. 7am-1am daily. he checks his watch, its 7:10.

it wouldn’t hurt to get a coffee before i try and find my way home, he thinks.

so, he swings open the door, a bell rings signaling his entrance.

the diner is quiet at this hour, booths are filled with who he assumes to be regulars. he hears the soft music over the loudspeaker and the whir of the coffee machine from the back. as he ducks into the entrance, he’s greeted by a girl with blonde hair. he reads her name tag, hitoka. he can tell she’s not fully awake yet as she asks him how many people in his group.

“uh, just me.” he says.

she picks up a menu and a roll of silverware.

“okay! i’ll have you follow me!” she squeaks out.

she leads him through the cozy diner to a table in the corner.

“your server will be right with you!” hitoka says before rushing back to the host stand.

as he waits, hajime admires the little restaurant. the floors are blue and white tile. music posters hang on the walls, and he feels a sense of nostalgia. he isn’t waiting long before his server shows up.

you have no real routine. you wake up when you wake up, unless you are on the schedule, such as today. in that case, you groan as you get up 30 minutes before your shift, scrounge up your uniform and apron, and trudge out of the door.

on those groggy early mornings, it takes you a bit to fully wake up. you may make a few mistakes with the orders or overfill the coffee machine, but 20 minutes into your shift, you are at peak waitress performance. unfortunately, your first table today only shows up 10 minutes into your shift.

hajime is greeted cheerfully, but groggily, by you.

“g’mornin,” you say, a little quietly. “names y/n, how are you today?” you smile sleepily at him.

he is wide awake.

“good morning, i’m good.”

“what can i get started for ya to drink?” you ask, pulling your notepad out of your apron.

he looks down at the menu for a second, even though he knows exactly what he wants.

“um, just a black coffee please.” it’s what he gets every time he gets coffee at a restaraunt.

“good choice,” you chime as you write it down. “just brewed a fresh pot.”

“sounds perfect.” he smiles as you walk away.

maybe i should start coming here more often.

he solidifies this thought when you come back with his coffee. you carefully set down the steaming mug on his table.

"i'll be around for a refill in a bit." you say.

hajime decides he'll stick around for another refill, or maybe two.

and he does.

and the next morning, he comes back. he is seated in the same seat again, and you greet him again. hes back earlier this morning, coming in just a few minutes after opening.

"look whos back!" you greet him. he laughs. "another black coffee today?"

"yes please!"

as you turn the corner into the kitchen, you come face to face with a grinning alisa.

"what." you say, pouring the coffee into a mug. you pick out a nice navy blue one for the man.

"seems like you've got a new regular, and he's cute!" she sounds overly excited over this.

you simply roll your eyes and take the coffee out to his table.

"a black coffee for..."

"hajime." he cuts in.

"hajime." you nod, taking a mental note. you'll be sure to remember that name.

he comes back the next day too. and the day after that. except on the fourth day, he wasn't greeted by you, instead a blonde girl. "hi! y/n isn't working this morning, so i'll be taking care of you today." she greets.

"oh. uhm, i'll just take a black coffee." hajime only drinks half of his coffee that day.

on his walk home, he thinks on the interaction. maybe it's a bit embarrassing that your coworkers know he's only coming to see you. do you think he's some kind of creep? he sure hopes not. maybe it'll be a good idea to take a break from the ravens eye. even though hajime hates to break routines. especially new ones.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-iwazumi actually thinks the coffee is kind of gross

-but he feels like he kind of made it his thing

-maybe one of these days he'll try some food

-if he ever comes back :)

-the ravens eye has a very eclectic collection of mugs and they like giving ones out that fit the customers vibe.

a/n: FIRST INSTALLMENT WOOHOO!!! so happy with the planning for this story and i LOVE writing for iwa.

taglist: (open! send an ask to be added!) @wyrcan @nbcvs

[lesbianloml]

my babysitter au

the first kiss

types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit

summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.

a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!

you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.

*hours later*

you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.

you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.

"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.

you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.

"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.

wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.

"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.

wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.

how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.

after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.

wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.

remember, asks and requests are open! i love to hear from you guys! <3

[avonne-writes]

Nuzzle for Bucky to Buck!

Thank you 😊 This snippet is set in my friends with benefits au. Edit: I'm only just realizing you asked for Bucky to Buck... 🙈

[ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck

It's a lively tune mixed with the sounds of fake birdsong that wakes Bucky up. Feeling groggy from a night spent with anything but sleeping in his best friend's bed, he’s determined to ignore it but its volume rises until the entire room seems to resonate with it. He grunts and swings an arm to his left. His hand connects with Gale's clothed back, but gets no response whatsoever. Gale's breathing doesn’t change.

"Fuuuuck." Bucky groans with feeling. "Shut it off, for fuck's sake."

To his immense annoyance, Gale just rolls over, slides his arm around Bucky's chest and pushes his face into the crook of Bucky's neck. The embrace makes Bucky freeze. Cuddling isn’t included in their deal. Sure, they always spend a few minutes making out and stroking each other after a round, but that still counts as sex, same as foreplay. This, though - He’s not sure what this is. Is Gale still asleep?

He shivers when he feels Gale’s nose pressed to his pulse point, warm air rushing out between Gale’s lips as he mumbles, "It’s for you."

"What?" Bucky says faintly, dizzy. His hand hovers above Gale's on his chest. He wants to hold it so much, but God, that would make everything so fucking weird, wouldn’t it? It’s not like Gale wants him to act like a smitten loser of a boyfriend, he’s probably just half-asleep and still a little turned on from how they got off just a few hours ago.

"Alarm." Gale says. "Lecture at 9."

That’s when Bucky’s brain finally detaches its focus from the way Gale’s nuzzling his neck to the facts at hand. It’s Friday morning, and he has to give a presentation in front of a hundred-something freshmen from 9. A presentation he hasn’t reread since he made it months ago, because he was too busy rejecting his Tinder matches in favour of fucking his best friend.

"Shit!" Bucky hisses and pulls himself out of Gale's embrace and his warm, comfy bed to fumble with Gale's stupid alarm and then rush around to find his clothes.

Gale ignores him. He seems to have no problem going right back to sleep. Bucky glares at his back, then nearly recoils when the ripe club-smell of his t-shirt hits him. Yeah, right, that won't do. He opens Gale's closet and pulls out a simple white tee, then throws a maroon button-up on over it. It smells like Gale, which already makes the outfit infinitely better than anything Bucky owns.

He gathers his keys and wallet, stuffs them into his pocket and figures he’s as ready to go as he’ll ever be. But something pulls his gaze back to Gale. To his messy, fluffy hair and the slope of his back where he lies curled up among the rumpled sheets. He gets the weird urge to give him a kiss goodbye. Or good morning. Can't even pinpoint the reason why, he just wants to kiss him.

It's so not in their deal.

"Phone." Gale says drowsily out of the blue, and Bucky covers his face for a second when he realizes he almost left it behind. He can’t remember how it ended up in Gale's back pocket, but that’s where he finds it, in the jeans discarded by the bed.

When it’s in his hand, he stops and looks at Gale again. Gale's apartment doesn’t have any blinds, only curtains, but they don’t block out the light completely. A strip of the morning sunshine paints the back of Gale's head, warming the blond locks of his hair. Bucky doesn’t really think about what he's doing - his hand reaches out automatically to tug the gap in the fabric closed.

Suddenly, he feels uncomfortable again. He needs to get out of here before he does something that will ruin his friendship with Gale forever.

"See you later, Buck!" He says with fake cheer, but his smile does turn genuine when his reply is a dismissive grunt. He shakes his head and exits Gale's room grinning. Time to give himself a crash course in whatever the fuck he has to present this morning.

[moonstruckme]

hi! i love ur work! i was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders or just remus taking care of r when they're stressed abt school. like maybe reader doesn't sleep bc they're studying and they're just trying to get r to sleep or to take a rest but they're stubborn like "i have to learn this, i'll go to sleep as soon as i finish studying"

Thanks so much sweetheart!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 623 words

When Remus wakes in the early hours of the morning, you’re still not in bed. He forces himself up, padding down the hall to where a light is still on over the kitchen table.

You’re lying there like a puppet that’s had its strings cut, one hand still on the trackpad of your laptop and a tiny puddle of drool spreading on the table from where your face rests against the wood. 

You look like you’re deep in slumber, but as soon as Remus’s fingertips brush your shoulder you jolt awake. 

“I’m up,” you say, seemingly to yourself or perhaps some omniscient judge of your work ethic. 

Remus flattens his palm on your upper back. He thinks he can actually feel the strained muscles around your neck from being slumped over the way you had. “This isn’t a very comfortable place to doze off, dove.” 

“I just—” You blink forcefully, giving your head a little shake as if to reinvigorate yourself. It doesn’t look like it makes your eyelids weigh any less. “Just took a power nap. I’m good now.” 

Remus takes your hand, moving it out of the way so he can close your laptop. You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyebrows pinching when you hear the click of it shutting. 

“It’s late,” he says. “Time for bed.” 

“Not yet.” You’re shaking your head again. “I will soon, I just have to finish studying first.” 

“You’ve studied all you can.” Remus tugs your hand gently, trying to encourage you to your feet. “You won’t be able to retain anything more when you’re this tired.” 

You stay stubbornly in your chair. “I just need some more coffee.” 

“The only thing you need right now,” he says firmly, pulling you up and away from the kitchen table, “is your pillow.” 

He starts leading you toward the bedroom, and you’re not resisting him anymore but Remus can see the uncertainty on your face. You’ve been worrying about this test for weeks; Remus doubts you’ll ever feel like you’ve studied enough for it, but he feels bad worsening your nerves by making you stop. 

“Darling, you’ve got circles under your eyes so dark I could mistake you for a raccoon,” he says softly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’ll do much better on your exam if you’re well rested, trust me.” 

You sigh, too exhausted even for anxiety, and lean your head on his shoulder. “Okay,” you say dully. “Thanks, Rem.” 

He kisses your head in response. It’s lucky that you’d changed into your pajamas before beginning your study session, because all you have to do is get right into bed. You set your phone on your nightstand, and Remus reaches across you to take it. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask, voice already soft and slightly slurred as you let your head sink into your pillow. 

Remus taps at your screen, squinting in the blue light. “Shh, go to sleep.” 

“Remus.” You sound more alert, and he holds up a hand to fend you off as you reach for the device. “Stop it.” 

“No, I’m turning off your alarms so you can get some real rest.” You whine as he finishes, shutting your phone off with a click and setting it on his nightstand where you can’t tamper with it. “No more power naps, dove. I won’t let you miss your class, alright? Go to sleep.” 

You make a huffing sound, but fatigue softens it into a sigh. “Fine.” You shuffle closer to him under the covers, seeking his warmth. “G’night.” 

Remus wraps a hand around your middle, tugging you the rest of the way to him and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

One - The Hallway

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Previous Chapter

The human body is extraordinary. It does so many things like waking you up two hours before your alarm is set. It’s five o’clock in the morning and the last thing you want to be is up. This gives you way too much time to overthink your first day of school. 

The outfit you planned out the night before is thrown over your desk chair. It’s something simple and plain. You don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself. Your usual wardrobe would cause you to stick out like a sore thumb. 

You close your eyes and pray that your body lets you go back to sleep but after ten minutes of tossing and turning you knew that it was a lost cause. You reach over and turn on the lamp on your night stand. It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the change in lighting but when they finally do, you sigh. Of course this had to happen to you. Your usual ten hours of sleep is reduced to eight. 

You can hear the rustle of your parents getting ready for work. They are usually out of the house before you wake up and back home long after you’ve gone to sleep. When you were little, you only saw them for a split second in the day when they came to pick you up from school. In middle school they gave you a bike and expected you to learn how to ride it on your own. It’s been just you and your bike ever since. 

You kill time by watching a movie on your laptop. It’s some new romcom that recently came out. Rom Coms are some of your favorite movies to watch because they move something within you. They make up for the lack of love and support in your life. 

Before you know it, two hours have passed by and your alarm goes off. You rub your tired eyes and finally leave the comfort of your bed. Your new room has a bathroom in it. The cold tile floors shock your bare feet but they soon get used to the temperature. 

You observe yourself in the mirror. Your tired eyes and tangled hair are just a reflection of how you feel inside. It’s only the first day but you are already want to give up. You can already feel the monotony tiring you out. 

Maybe you can join a club or two and make some new friends. It seems like everyone back home already forgot about you even though you left a week ago. Your best friend of six years left you on delivered for two days before making up an excuse as to why she didn’t respond fast enough. 

You splash your face with some cold water and try to think about something else. There was no use in thinking about that right now when there’s another pressing issue at hand. 

Lakeview high school is about a twenty minute walk and a six minute bike ride away from your house. The crisp morning air nips at your skin as you zip through your neighborhood. It’s a beautiful morning but you’d rather a car hit you than admit it. 

Jeeps, Teslas, Toyotas, Subarus, BMWs, Ford trucks, and one Honda fill up the parking lot. Those cars confirm your fears; this is a rich kid school. Your parents are very well off so you’ve grown up around rich kids. From your experience, they’re all spoiled little brats who whine when things don’t go their way. Thankfully, you’re parents never really gave a fuck so they didn’t spoil you. That allowed you to appreciate the things you have. 

You dismount your bike and lock it up. 

Lakeview looks like the school from the Breakfast Club. Everything is inside. Growing up in California, you got used to going to outside schools. No lockers, no roofs in the hallways, and wide open spaces greeted you every time you went to school. Everything inside of one big building? Now that, that was different. 

Blue and yellow lockers line the walls of the hallway. Students lean on them as they chat with their friends, no doubt talking about what they got up to over the summer. People fist bump each other as they walked down the hallway and couples suck on eachothers faces with no shame. You ogle at the people walking with the confidence you wished you had right now. It looked like a scene out of some cult classic high school movie. 

You take out the folded up paper that has your schedule on it and glare at it. Homeroom: Room 702. It would have been lovely to know where room 702 is but with multiple staircases going all over the place and no signs in sight, this started to feel less like public school and more like an agoraphobic person's personal hell. 

You take a deep breath and walk up to the nearest person. Their blue shirt catches your eye. It’s one of the colors that doesn’t hurt your eyes. You tap them on the shoulder and when they turn around, they look at you as if you just sprouted two heads.

“Hi, umm, sorry to bother you but do you know where Room 702 is?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly. 

The person points in front of them and then walks away. You gulp and stare in front of you, confused. No one has ever told you that you come off intimidating so that person's demeanor really confuses you. 

“What the fuck?” you mutter under your breath and lean against the wall of lockers. You close your eyes and hold the bridge of your nose. You feel exhausted and you haven’t even done anything really strenuous. 

“Excuse me,” someone says, “you’re leaning against my locker.”

You open your eyes and catapult yourself off the wall. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize. 

The person in front of you looks eerily familiar. Her honey blonde hair is thrown up in a pony tail but you remember it flowing beautifully in the summer breeze. This time you have a chance to make out the color of her eyes. Her blue eyes remind you of the ocean. They remind you of home. 

“Hey, aren’t you new?” she asks, her hand reaching out to shake yours.

You nod and accept the handshake. “Yeah. I just moved here from California.” 

“Cool. I could tell by your accent. It’s very…valley girl! I’m Abby, by the way.” And then she tilts her head and scrunches her eyebrows together, “are you a senior?” 

You nod again and introduce yourself. Your name flows through her mouth like honey. Only then do you realize that the two of you are still shaking hands. You break the handshake and chuckle a bit. 

“Sorry, I’m a little nervous. I don’t know where my homeroom is and some kid in a blue shirt looked at me like I just grew two heads.” 

Abby takes a look at your schedule. “I’m headed towards Room 702 if you want me to walk you over.”

“Please,” you practically beg her. Your body relaxes when she offers to walk you to class. 

The two of you walk side by side down the hallways and up the stairs. A few twists and turns around the school and you’re standing in front of Room 702. The door is open and you can see that there’s only one more seat left, yours.

You turn to Abby and thank her, sincerity laced in your voice. 

“It’s no problem really. If you ever need anything, stop by the softball pitch. That’s where I am most of the time. It’s nice meeting you,” she says before she turns and walks down the hallway. 

You walk into the class and sit down in the only available seat. The two people beside you were engaged in conversation before you sat down so you felt bad about breaking them up. You chew on your lip, ready for them to scoff or curse you out, but it never comes.

“Are you new?” the girl next to you asks. 

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, by the way, for interrupting your conversation.”

“Oh, please. You did nothing of the sort. I got tired of him a while ago. I’m Dina and the guy next to you is Jesse.” She flashes a million dollar smile and all of a sudden, you don’t feel scared anymore. You are going to be okay.

“How did you know I was new?”

“It's a pretty small school. Everyone has pretty much gone to the same school since elementary. It’s pretty rare that we get new kids,” Jesse says. 

“And because you’re wearing shorts in September. No one here wears shorts unless it’s the middle of July,” Dina adds. 

So much for ‘fitting in,’ you think to yourself. 

Dina can sense your discomfort. “Don’t worry. It’s bold! I like bold.”

After the teacher, Miss. Woods, introduced herself as a first year teacher, you felt good knowing that you weren’t the only new person here. She sat down at her desk and said that for the rest of the class they could just talk about anything. 

You learned that Dina was the co-captain on the cheerleading team and Jesse was on the wrestling team. They both did phenomenal in school on top of being able to manage athletics, clubs, and partying. Everyone you’ve met so far has been kind and gratuitous so maybe the universe wasn’t out to get you. 

At lunch, Dina and Jesse invite you to sit with them. They are joined by Dina’s girlfriend, Ellie, also a member of the softball team. 

“So, wait. You left California and came here?” Ellie asked, perplexed at how someone would leave the dream state. 

“I didn’t have much of a choice but I guess Washington is cool. Temperature wise at least.” You mutter the last part under your breath.

“Well, you’ve met the right people because some kids at this school can be total assholes,” Ellie looks up, “speaking of.”

You follow Ellie’s line of sight and see Abby joined by the guy that was driving the truck. His varsity jacket is thrown over his shoulder in some display of faux coolness as he holds Abby’s hand. Something inside of you twitches with distaste. They don’t look right together, but who are you to judge? You’ve only had one conversation with her. It’s not like you know them or their relationship.

Abby and the guy sit down at the now silent table. He looks you up and down and asks, “who’s the new kid?”

You introduce yourself but this time it’s with a lot less enthusiasm than when you introduced yourself to Ellie, Dina, Jesse, and Abby. 

“I’m Owen, captain of the football team and the coach's son. Pretty sure you’ve heard of me already.” 

You nod your head, not wanting to embarrass him. The truth is that you haven’t heard of him from anyone. You can tell from this very short interaction that he exudes arrogance and everything that you hate. Not to mention the fact that he smells like dirt and cigarettes. 

Lunch flys by, thankfully and now you’re sitting at a table in your history class. History is by far one of your favorite subjects. It’s not too hard but the material is complex enough to keep your brain satisfied and occupied. 

You sit there, clicking your pen mindlessly as you wait for someone to sit next to you. The warning bell rings and the chair next to you scrapes against the tiled floor. Abby flops down in the seat and sighs. 

“I had to run here from the parking lot. Owen made me go get something from his car,” Abby says out of breath. 

“Why didn’t you tell him to do it himself?” “Enough about him,” Abby dismisses any further questions about her boyfriend and redirects the conversation, “how’s your first day been so far.” 

You can manage a “Pretty go-” before you’re cut off by the sound of the final bell. 

The teacher walks in and closes the door behind him. He’s tall, taller than the average man and he’s wearing a blue and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The black watch on his wrist beeps and his thick fingers go to turn it off. Something about him makes you feel safe and protected, like you can trust him with anything. 

He walks to the front of the class to introduce himself. “Good afternoon, seniors. Welcome to your last first day of public school. My name is Mr. Miller and I’ll be your history teacher for the next year.” 

He takes out a stack of papers from his black leather messenger bag and begins to pass them out. “This is the syllabus. Look over it with your parents and make sure to get their signature. If you turn it back in to me by Friday you can receive extra credit.” 

You’ve become a master at forging your parents signature so you can have it back to him by the end of the day if he isn’t a narc. 

Before you know it, your first day at Lakeview is over and you're back on your bike riding down the streets of your neighborhood. It’s more lively today than it was when you got here. There are dogs barking, joggers running past you, cars honking at you to get out of the way, and children playing in their front yards. 

You come to a halt when you realize that there’s been a car following you ever since you left school. The window rolls down and you are met with the smell of dirt and cigarettes. “Need a ride?” Owen lifts his eyebrow.

“No thanks. I live right here.” You curse yourself for basically doxing yourself to someone you definitely don’t want knowing where you live.

“Oh, nice house. I live down the street so if you ever need anything don’t be afraid to ask. Any friend of Abby’s is a friend of mine.” He winks and then drives off. 

You scrunch up your face in disgust and drop your bike off in the driveway. No one’s going to steal your bike because everyone around here has enough money to buy ten. 

You're greeted by the sound of silence when you enter your house. You hang your backpack and keys up by the door and flop down on the couch. Your parents haven’t gone grocery shopping yet so you order a large pizza for yourself and watch TV until you fall asleep on the couch.

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