#sometimes it is simply the best swear word for a situation

[anachronistic-falsehood]

love watching cellbit and hearing nothing but spanish and portuguese and then suddenly you hear him yell "OH FUCK" it's my favourite thing

[uglypastels]

I need, FOR THE LIFE OF MEEE, a part two of your scott's sister!reader fic its SO good, maybe they go on a double date to try and make things less awkward?? I just know logan would rather have his teeth pulled out but anything for his best girl right?

-part 1---masterlist---requests-

warnings: cringe, mention of alcohol, mention of sexual activities. swearing.

I was unsure about writing this at first because, in all honesty, I wouldn't think you'd want to go on the double date either, I mean...

It was so awkward. The four of you- You and Logan, Scott and Jean- sitting opposite each other across a restaurant table, focusing more on the food rather than the conversation.

Usually, in these kinds of moments, you had Logan's handy nature to depend on, to make things a bit more interesting, but he kept both his hands above the table in the presence of your older brother, and with a psychic like Jean in your midst, not even sneaky signals were a possibility to spice up your evening.

'So, uhm-' Scott cleared his throat, 'how long have you two...' been fucking around? was probably what he wanted to say, but rather than making things even weirder, he simply left the question unfinished, open to your interpretation.

You knew he meant well. He always did. He was the best big brother you could have ever asked for, but god sometimes he just took it too far.

When he caught you in that broom closet, he could have just left it at that. Maybe yell at you for the inappropriate behaviour, fair enough. Let it soak in a bit, and give it a few days until the embarrassment of the situation finally wore off and you could look each other in the eyes again. But instead, far from it settling, he had suggested a double date.

And maybe you could have tried to say no to the idea, but from a very young age, you had learned that that was never really an option with Scott. Besides, as the night went on, you had gotten an inkling that this might have very well been your punishment. To endure this night.

'Uhm...' you thought for a moment about his question, not daring to look Logan in the eye. Even without mindreading powers, you could tell what he was thinking about- and prayed that Jean had the decency to leave those thoughts alone.

After all, you could hardly admit that it had all started with a drunken mistake of a hook-up on a rather random Friday, or was it Thursday? Monday maybe?

It had been such a blur that you couldn't even remember why you had been drinking, but all you knew was that the next morning, you woke up with a massive headache, naked in his bed. It took about ten minutes for both of you to come to the realisation of the events that had gone down and proceeded to curse your way back into your clothes while profusely admitting that it was a mistake and that it should never happen again.

Luckily, you never made a promise of it, as it would not have lasted long.

'It was Valentine's Day,' Logan grumbled out, nearly giving you whiplash from how fast you had turned to look his way as the memories cleared up with each of his words. 'With nothing else to do alone, we hung out and-'

'and things just clicked,' you rescued him, knowing that Logan was not very fond of opening up that way.

'Didn't expect you to be someone to celebrate Valentine's Day, Logan,' Scott smiled, the mockery spilling out a bit.

'I'll send you a card next year, if you'd like, bub.' Logan quipped before taking his beer up to his lips. You hid your giggle with a slight cough behind your hand. He looked over at you with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips and in that moment, a harsh, yet funny, reality struck you.

Sitting in this little shabby restaurant opposite your big brother and his wife, this wasn't just a double date for you and Logan.

This was your first date.

Always seeking out moments to sneak out together into dark corners, you had never actually done anything that would be considered a proper "date". There were the hours you'd lay in bed, entangled in sheets, talking nonsense, stealing kisses and laughs, but besides that- and the other activities you were not trying to think about next to Jean- you had never done much else.

And looking at him at your side, sitting back in his chair, letting his hand finally fall down comfortably to find its spot on your thigh, you could certainly get used to this.

But hopefully, next time, it will be just the two of you.

the end.

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[amuyyi]

How Sweet .

synopsis: you somehow find yourself in Vietnam with your best friend Hanni, and the heavy southeast asian heat leaves hanni to her own devices... trope: non-idol!hanni x non-idol!f!reader, best friends to lovers, summer vacation, high school seniors, fluff

wc: 3.9k

cw: none

a/n: hello hello! this is my first fanfic in a long long time, and ive never shared on tumblr before.. but i love hanni's fuckass bob ! please let me know what you guys think, im bit rusty in terms of writing ^^'

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“So… What do you think?”

You stare at your best friend, mouth agape in complete and utter shock as Hanni stood in front of you. With a sheepish expression on her face, your eyes glaze over the silver blades within Hanni’s left hand as she holds a long lock of her naturally jet black air within her right. As your eyes travel upwards, you’re met with a rather uneven, extremely choppy bob planted on the top of your friend’s head alongside some hastily cut bangs. You would’ve thought it was a poorly done wig if she wasn't already holding evidence of her own wrongdoing within her hands. There's an uncomfortable silence that passes between the two of you as you simply stare, your jaw practically threatening to fall off of the base of your skull as you could see the other girl’s eye twitching ever so slightly in response to your silence. 

“Can you please say something?! It's not that bad I swear!” The vietnamese girl whines out, spinning on her heel and making her way back towards the bathroom where she had initially emerged. With Hanni no longer in your line of sight, you snap out of your daze, shaking your head as your brows knit together in confusion, just now beginning to fully process what you had just seen. You practically fall out of your seat on the couch as you scramble to your feet, following after the other girl as you call out, “wait, wait, what?! When did you do that???”

Hanni had made plans for the summer to visit her family back in Vietnam, and had graciously extended an offer for you to join. Excited and albeit a bit nervous, you instantly agreed, having been meaning to make some fun summer plans between the two of you for a while now. Your best friend’s family was sweet, having met her grandmother alongside a few aunts, uncles, and multiple younger cousins who were all pleased to meet your acquaintance. 

Despite the lovely first day of introductions and adjusting to the horrible jet lag you two experienced once landing, you soon learned that summers in Vietnam were, for lack of a better word, brutal. For the entirety of Southeast Asia, the heat during these months were ruthless, practically leaving everyone in sight panting, sweating, and doing anything possible in order to relieve themselves from the scorching sun– and the humidity. Oh, the humidity. The air felt thick and heavy in a way you’ve never experienced before. It almost felt hard to breathe sometimes because everything around you just felt so… sticky. How did Vietnam manage to make even a supposed nice summer breeze feel hot? Hanni had conveniently managed to not mention the intensity of the weather at the time, and as a result, left you two practically melting into the couch, marinating within your own sweat as Hanni’s grandmother left the two of you home alone for the day.

You practically break down the door to the bathroom to find a distressed Hanni increasingly becoming more panicked the longer she looks at her reflection.  “My Ba used to always cut my hair like this whenever I visited over the summer, I thought it’d be easy to replicate!” Hanni exclaims, staring herself down within the mirror as she tries to assess the damage that has been done at every angle possible. Honestly, the whole situation was almost too good. Almost like a scene from a sitcom or something.

Fighting back a snort, you smirk teasingly, “has she always made it so uneven?” Your unsolicited comment left Hanni clicking her tongue in offense, raising her hand holding the scissors threatening to hit you before shifting her gaze back towards the mirror, letting out a distressed groan in defeat. “I don’t even know what came over me, y/n. I think this unbearable heat actually fried my brain,” she runs her free hand through her hair, some poorly cut strands falling out as she winces, “I don’t know! I don’t know! My Ba made it look so easy!” You watch as her eyes dart around, not talking to anyone in particular as the panic seemingly begins to take over, “I can fix it though! If i just cut–”

“Nope.” You firmly grab Hanni’s wrist as she begins to lift the scissors back up towards her hair, cutting her words short as you wrestle the blades out of her grip. “Y/n–” she starts, “Hanni.” You begin, your voice a tone that is similar to that of an owner telling a dog to sit, eyebrows raised and head cocked to the side as you lock eyes with your friend. She silently stares back, mouth open as if to retort, but it soon closes as she sighs, sitting down on a nearby stool in defeat as you also let out a breath you didnt you know you were holding. At least she didn't have free reign over the scissors. 

“Now let me see what I can do about… this,” You hum, dragging the stool closer to where you stood as you get a better look at Hanni’s hair. The scissors she used were very obviously not haircutting scissors, but you doubted she had anything better on hand. Alongside that, she somehow managed to cut drastically uneven halves of her hair, and it was obvious the cuts on both the left and right side were not a clean process, leaving multiple bluntly chopped bits all within her hair. As for the bangs, thankfully she didn’t cut them too short, actually leaving a lot of hair left to work with. Knowing Hanni, she was probably too scared to commit to the act after seeing what she did to the rest of her hair. Now, you were no hair cutting expert, but anyone with eyes could see what needed to be done in order to fix this mess. Hanni awkwardly avoids eye contact seemingly out of embarrassment as you examine her, eyes looking practically anywhere but within yours as you contemplate your next steps, her cheeks faintly dusted a light shade of pink. You raise the scissors and start off by trying to even out both sides of her hair, the quiet snipping sounds filling the bathroom as Hanni sits up as straight as she can, hands placed a bit too formally on her lap. 

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” 

“Apparently more than you.”

“That's not very comforting.”

“I can always leave your hair like this.”

“Don’t you dare, y/n.” 

Soft, lighthearted giggles erupt from the bathroom as the banter between you two continues. Even in a situation like this, you and Hanni always managed to make each other smile– It's what drew you two to each other. You recall the day you two first met. Through some common friends or the other, somehow you ended up at a picnic within the local park, Hanni being one of the first to arrive. She had brought a container full of fruit to share, and practically dominated the conversation with her cheery attitude– but not in a suffocating kind of way. She somehow managed to know everyone who arrived and they all seemed to naturally flock towards the girl. You were no different than the people she attracted, but you were lucky enough to have her full attention the whole day, her large round eyes attentive and focused on you as you told stories and cracked with everyone. Ever since then, the two of you have been practically inseparable. Always waiting for each other after classes and somehow ending up in comical situations such as this.

After a few more snips of the scissors, you take a step back, taking in your work as Hanni’s eyes flutter open, blinking a bit as she stands up. She approaches the mirror, eyes lighting up as she sees the result. Thanks to your handiwork, her hair had ended up in a lovely dark layered bob with straight across bangs that actually looked intentional. It was a bit shorter than your liking, having the ends land just above her chin, but the other girl didn’t give you much to work with.

“Wow, this actually looks… really good.” Hanni spoke, her voice laced with awe as she continued to admire her reflection, “I kind of look like Mathilda! Y'know, from that kid assassin movie or whatever?” She comments, looking back at you expectantly as you pretend to think for a moment.

“Ah.. That's unfortunate, I was really trying to go for an Edna Mode kind of look… Maybe a bowl cut…” You trail off, feigning regret as you twirl the scissors in your hand, eliciting a snort from Hanni, punching you in the shoulder as you let out a laugh. 

The other girl doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug though, even through all of the laughter, and you tense up for only a moment before melting into her touch, your arms wrapping around her waist as her arms snake comfortably around your neck. The light smell of flowers emerges from the embrace, unintentionally causing you to sigh with pleasure as you can feel the vibrations of Hanni giggling into your neck in response. The feeling left your stomach fluttering with butterflies for some reason. Hanni had always smelt really nice, but this time it was a little different– a little more fresh? Maybe the tropical air was doing something to her. 

“Thank you,” you hear her whisper into your ear gently, and you could feel your cheeks warm at the praise as you pull back shyly tucking a strand of your own hair behind your ear as you shrug, “It really was no big deal,” You trail off as Hanni’s gaze shifts back onto her reflection. “Still, I wasn't expecting it to be so… Short.”

You arch a brow at her as you bluntly state, “Well you didn't give me a whole lot of leeway with your little scissor-happy act over there,” which rewarded you with another punch on the shoulder and a tongue stuck out in a childish manner from the short haired girl.

As the two of you exit the bathroom, Hanni lets out a relieved sigh, “aaah, that feels SO much better!” She cooes, stretching her arms and shaking her head, letting her short hair fly as she grins. You also smile at the sight of your friend so happy, but let out a tired breath shortly after. “Well I’m glad you like it, but it's still hot as hell in here.”

An imaginary lightbulb goes off within Hanni’s head as a grin forms on her lips. “I know a place, c’mon,” Hanni grabs your arm, guiding you outside as you immediately get hit with a wave of heat and a flash of light. Squinting, you use your free arm to try and shield your eyes from the sun above, “Do we HAVE to be outside?” You whine, feeling beads of sweat forming on your forehead almost instantaneously as you’re guided to a rather charming looking vespa parked nearby. It was pastel yellow in color, and had some stickers plastered on the side. You watch in awe as the other girl hops on it with confidence, taking a pair of keys out of her pocket as she pats the free seat behind her, “do you HAVE to keep complaining and not trust me?” 

You are once again brought back to a dumbfounded state as you slowly approach the vespa, admiring its quality and state before your eyes go back to Hanni, “Can you actually drive this thing? You never told me!” An almost cartoonish glimmer shines within her eyes as she winks, pressing a finger to her lips as she playfully grins, “There's a lot you don’t know about me, y/n.”

Very hesitantly, you slowly make your way onto the back seat of the vespa, awkwardly sitting as a brief second of silence passes. Hanni rolls her eyes, chuckling lightheartedly at your uncertainty as she grabs your arms and places them around her waist, “You can trust me with this y/n, I promise.” Her voice was soft and reassuring, and she looked at you with her all too familiar warm eyes that made it nearly impossible to not trust her at that very moment. Besides, Hanni wouldn’t actually let you get hurt, you knew that much. Reluctantly, you let out a sigh and tighten your grip on Hanni’s waist, saying a soft “okay…” which resulted in an unseen smile from the other girl and the sound of the engine to rev confidently.

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If there was one thing Ho Chi Minh City locals perfected, it was the art of organized chaotic traffic. You fearfully bite back a scream as you watch as oncoming traffic simply did not stop for anyone anywhere ever. People did not look before crossing the street and every vespa, motorbike, car, or other miscellaneous vehicle simply maneuvered around one other to get around. You swear your grip on Hanni at this point would cut off all circulation in her body as she lets out a loud and hearty laugh amongst the chaos, speeding up as she weaves in between pedestrians with ease, as if she's been doing this her entire life. “Hanni what the HELL–”

Soon enough the two of you made it out of the city, and Hanni guides you through the dusty terrain of the more rural areas of Vietnam. You were a bit nervous at first, unsure if you were a fan of the bumpy nature of the rocky road that was debatably either safer or more dangerous than those in the city. Once you realize Hanni was no longer entertaining your fears though, you take a moment to finally get out of your own head and live in the moment. Inhale. Exhale. Your eyes glisten as you take in the sights around you. It was so… Green. The lush flora coats the environment with a serene green glow, and the feeling of the wind flying through your hair was such a freeing feeling. Your grasp on Hanni loosens as you let out a loud cheer, laughing as you let everything go. The dappled spots of light from the overhead trees rush past your vision below as you look forward, spotting multiple ox and farmers ahead within the flooded fields. The clouds ahead looked so incredibly soft, and the sky looked bigger than ever– even bigger than how it looked on the plane ride here. You can't help but wonder if it were nighttime, would you be able to see the stars here? You press your cheek against Hanni’s back as you relish in the feeling for a bit, closing your eyes in bliss as the sounds of the nature around you fade.

Before you knew it, the green forestry surrounding you was slowly diminishing, eventually being replaced with a more beige sandy soil. A small gasp leaves your lips as you look out, spotting a small beach with an even larger body of water. The waves glistened beneath the summer sun and you were surprised such a place had absolutely no human traffic. “I found this place when I first got Sunny here,” Hanni practically reads your mind, also glancing over at the ocean before finding a place to park her vespa and hop off, “It's a place the locals keep a secret, and now you also know of it as well.”

You tilt your head a bit in confusion at her comment, hopping off of the vehicle, “Sunny?” Hanni raises her eyebrow as she points to the back end of the Vespa, a large sticker labeled ‘Sunny’ in large white letters is proudly showcased on Hanni’s vespa, and you mentally facepalm as the other girl giggles. Still, it left a warm feeling within your chest knowing Hanni was sharing a hidden area like this with you.

“Come on, let's go in the water! It's hot out here!!” Hanni exclaims loudly, immediately booking it towards the ocean ahead, kicking her shoes off and into the sand in the process. Your eyes widen as you chase after her, hastily taking your shoes off as well as you call out, “Hanni, wait! We didn’t bring our swim suits!” You hissed a little as the sand was unrealistically hot from the sun practically cooking it throughout the day, muttering out little “ow, ow, ow’s” as you hopscotch your way into the water. You couldn't help but notice Hanni was unbothered by the temperature, her new hair allowing a newfound freshness within her step. It truly seemed like she was made for the beach.

“So…?” Hanni extends the word playfully with a grin, already calf deep into water by the time you awkwardly trudge through the ocean towards her, kicking up liquid in the process and splashing Hanni’s shorts. She gasps in shock at the cold sensation and you open your mouth to apologize before getting cut off by water getting shot directly into your face. Salty water entered your mouth and nearly up your nose and you spat it out, wiping your face with your hands as your eyes focused and landed on the culprit, who stared at you with a mischievous grin, bent down within the water to prepare for her next attack. 

“Oh no you dont–” You immediately side step and just narrowly miss an icy cold splash of water before you, bending over to counterattack with twice as much. A high pitched scream followed by genuine laughter followed suit, and the two of you go at it for a little bit, splashing water back and forth in between fits of laughter, completely drenching your clothes. You were happy. Being here, being with her. You took a moment to truly take in the sight of the girl before you. Eyes crescent shaped as she laughs from her heart, a toothy open mouth grin that you knew was genuine and grew to love over the years, and the way her newly cut hair was soaked and stuck to her cheeks and forehead charmingly. You loved the energy Hanni always brought to the table, her constant smile and the endless surprises she had up her sleeve. You were glad she chose you of all people to be her best… friend.

…Oh.

Hanni however, is not aware of your current sentimental and affectionate internal thoughts towards her, and decides to up her game with a new strategy, smirking to herself as she backs up, building up energy while you were catching your breath. You were so worn out and lost within your own thoughts you only noticed the charging bob-haired girl all too late, “Hanni WAI–” 

Practically all of the air got knocked out of you as Hanni strikes you down with a full body bear hug, sending the both of you into the water with a loud splash. Satisfied with her work (and quite worn out by now) Hanni doesn’t even make an attempt to hold you down, going full dead fish on your chest with an innocent grin and multiple giggles as you prop yourself up within the water with your arms. Coughing pathetically, you use one of your hands to wipe your face and slick back your hair as you look at Hanni, who rests very comfortably between your legs and on your chest, her arms wrapped around your waist as she looks up at you with those big dark brown eyes. Your breath hitches as you realize how close your faces are to one another. It wasn’t like you two haven't been this physically close before, but that never stopped you from being flustered. Something about the way she looks at you sometimes always caught you off guard, and you never knew how to handle it. The last time this happened was at your last sleepover together, having talked about past crushes, relationships, and how dating would work after high school graduation. Something about the way she looked at you underneath the sheets after asking about your crushes made your mind go blank. She had that look in her eyes again, and it drove you crazy how you couldn't read it. Cheeks reddening, you instinctively whip your head away, needing to look at something other than Hanni to keep yourself propped up within the water.

Frowning at this reaction, Hanni reaches a hand up and cusps your cheek, guiding your head to face her once again, forcing you to make eye contact with her. “y/n…” Her tone was soft and airy, if anything it was a bit needy. The blush on your cheeks was apparent at this point, and you still had no idea why you were even blushing in the first place, but the way her eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second intensified the color tenfold. You watch as her eyebrows knit together and how she subconsciously bites her lip, a habit she had whenever she was lost in thought– a sight you were familiar with. Even so, it felt different this time. 

You watch as Hanni closes her eyes and leans in, softly pressing her lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss, a very hesitant one at that. Just a small peck. You could tell it was Hanni’s way of “testing the waters” (ba dum tss) but to you? It was everything. You quite literally felt fireworks within your stomach as she kissed you, and the shock left you simply frozen in place, eyes comically wide open for the very brief moment. All too soon, she pulls away. She looks up at you again, a glint of fear and uncertainty in her eyes as she waits for your reaction.

You take a moment to simply sit there dazed, mouth agape in the water once again as panic settles within Hanni at the silence. “Oh my god. I'm so sorry y/n. I-I thought—“ She had begun to hurriedly make her way off of your chest when you quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into you as you brought your lips together. Now it was Hanni’s turn to freeze up, but it was only for a moment. Almost immediately after, you could hear her blissfully sighing into the kiss as her arms snake their way around your neck, your free hand moving down her back and landing comfortably on the small of it.

Her lips were soft, and tasted ever so lightly like berries despite having been splashed with saltwater multiple times. You’d never think you’d find yourself within the beaches of Vietnam, kissing your best friend, yet here you were. The sound of waves surrounds the two of you as you find yourself lost within the movements of her lips. You felt her pull away for air and you almost let out a whine at the sudden lack of contact before she starts peppering kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, nose, chin, forehead, everywhere. “You look so pretty right now y/n-nie~” Hanni cooes as you roll your eyes, pulling her in closer as she focuses her kisses onto your cheek. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” you tease, getting a hum in response as Hanni brings you back in for another kiss, whispering “you have no idea..”

“So… Do you have a crush on me or something?”

“Do you not like me back, y/n?”

“Well… I don't know about that...”

“I'm going to leave you here.”

“Noooo~”

Several splashes and giggles erupted from the both of you, and suddenly summer just became a little sweeter.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

SFW ALPHABET (caesar x human!reader) [request]

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

words: 3.4k

notes: damn this took me forever cause i was rly feeling it jdfkj anyways i hope you enjoy!

Affection; how affectionate is he?

Caesar is possibly the most affectionate among his peers without a doubt, yet he still would seem somehow “colder” by human standards—mostly because of the different ways apes show any type of affection at all. Being a leader is a big part of who he is, after all, and ever so often that means putting aside personal preferences to be fair for everyone and on top of that, you are human. The ape king has to maintain a certain level of diplomacy when you two are in public as to not stir up unpleasant situations within the colony, a large part of them orchestrated by the likes of Koba, of course.

“He’s trouble.” That’s what Caesar signs to you one time, whilst you both watch over the sleeping apes from his home. The frown on his features is there; unchanging. “Gotta be careful. Fair.”

And you can’t blame him for that. Still, among what it all means for him to show any preference towards you in the public eye, being alone in your place or his is another matter entirely. The king is very touchy, always making sure to wrap a protective arm around your belly while you’re doing some task he couldn’t care less about at that moment. His thick fingers brush your midriff idly, his face nuzzling into your shoulder to get his fill of you for the day; almost like you’re a drug and it’s time for his fix. The element of taboo because of your different species, such a hard pill he has to swallow every day, in that specific position only serves to fuel his desire for you on astronomical levels. He’s completely, helplessly addicted to you.

Best friend; what would he be like as a best friend?

Caesar’s got one of those personalities where it doesn’t matter the relationship he has to you, there’s this unshakeable sense of understanding and security he transpires naturally, along with his obvious need to protect you at all costs, which is arguably shaped by his past experiences with the death of loved ones. Have you ever heard of the term “mom friend”? That is the ape king, all the way. His overprotectiveness might feel overwhelming sometimes, that’s true, but his good intentions are so painfully clear, you simply can’t bring yourself to stay mad at him for long. Not when he tries to win you over with gifts and whatnots; bringing you food when he’s out hunting, handcrafting those flower crowns you love so much, even going as far as confessing his feelings to you through a formal apology, pulling you softly by your elbow after you had supper so you can talk in private.

“How… are you?” Caesar will rasp, his green eyes sweet like honey when directed at you, and that look is all you need to know he’s silently recognizing he was a bit too much earlier—as usual. You cave immediately many times, because there’s no safer place in the world than his furry self holding you tightly, securely, as you fall asleep in his nest.

Cuddles; does he like to cuddle?

Absolutely yes! It’s his favourite time of the day. After so much work with the council, trying to figure out strategies to make apes’ resources last for the whole winter, there’s nothing else Caesar would rather be doing than laying down with you and pressing his body close to yours, cherishing your natural heat. He can’t get enough of your softness, hugging you tight almost like you’re his own personal plushie, his nose rubbing against your neck as he inhales your scent, enjoying every second to the fullest.

“Clingy”, you purr every time, to which the king only huffs, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder even further.

Domestic; does he want to settle down? how is he at cooking and cleaning?

Caesar is very responsible with chores in general, so his home is always neat. He’s definitely a domestic man, preferring the comfort of his own place rather than staying out too much—he loves his community too, of course, yet he’s got a quiet and more tranquil personality—so that’s why he’s invested in caring for his turf. As for cooking, the most he can do is human food, which isn’t so accessible nowadays, but Caesar can hold his ground making an improvised stew when it’s cold.

Also, another one of his favourite times of the day is when you two are in silence at home, just appreciating each other’s company after supper while you groom him in bed. It’s something he’s grateful for; he never asked for it, yet you decided you wanted to socialise and become closer to him through his culture, ape culture, and the king gladly let you do the deed.

Ending; if he had to break up with his mate, how would he do it?

Quite transparently—would casually ask you to join him alone for a serious conversation and lay all cards on the table. Caesar is very mindful with his words and how he says them, watching his tone, his expression, careful not to hurt you more than the absolute necessary. Ultimately, if he ever had to break up with you, it probably wouldn’t have anything to do with lack of sentiment from his part, but rather the impracticality of having a relationship with a human while being an ape—the king, no less. All his decisions are inevitably rational, always in favour of the greater good and in order to maintain harmony in the colony. Even at the expense of his own happiness, no matter how much it would hurt him, and so he’d definitely find the best way to tell it like it is whilst also being the most gentle he could manage.

Fiancé; how does he feel about commitment?

Caesar’s a marriage kinda guy, yep. Being brought up with humans undeniably influenced the way he sees relationships in general and to be honest, he never really felt like his way of approaching the topic fit with the way apes do it, although he’s not talked about it out loud to anyone. Primate culture revolves around utility of a mate and it’s often not monogamous per se, albeit there are some known jealous apes in the group—him included, despite never admitting it to himself either. The usual dynamic is simply a no-no for him, especially with you. He wants it all: the wife, the children, the pets. All he’s entitled to.

Gentle; how gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?

Caesar can be a tough cookie, we all know that. Of course, that is due to the fact he’s the leader and with his responsibilities, among them lie the aching need to appear strong all the time—however, when in your presence, all of that just melts away. You cause him to feel comfortable and safe to be soft and he indulges in that foreign feeling of vulnerability more often than not, allowing himself to relax and let his guard down, if only for brief moments. Physically, it may come as no surprise that the king is ripped. Not sure if it’s genetics or what, but he’s very strong and you feel his strength in all its glory when Caesar is pushing you down against your nest at night. Heh.

Hugs; does he like hugs? what are his hugs like?

Not the biggest hugger in general. The king is cuddly, yes, but on his own terms, on very specific times—when you’re both alone. Normally, Caesar prefers to keep any public displays of affection at a minimum, which isn’t to say he won’t hug you back if you come to hold him; he just won’t initiate it himself. He’s a bulky ape, and so being held by him feels quite literally like being snuggled into a bear hug, your face smashed against his furry, firm chest, his thick arms enveloping you and heating you up almost instantly.

I love you; how fast does he say the L-word?

He says it back immediately after you mention it, as it ignites a memory long lost in his brain. A moment when he was a child and Will silently cooed it into his ear, trying to soothe him after he got worked up and attacked the neighbour that one time. 

“(y/n) loves… Caesar.” He repeats, his voice raspy, green eyes watching you intently as he tilts his head, processing your words and slowly understanding what they truly mean. You nod with a faint smile and he hoots, bringing your foreheads together. “Caesar loves… (y/n).”

Jealousy; how jealous does he get?

Caesar’s unsurprisingly very possessive. He does try to keep it in check for your sake, most of the time, but also because he is a pacifist at heart—though no amount of peace inside the king would ever make him turn the other way whenever his gaze falls on you with another male a little too close. The scowl is inevitable and his nostrils flare, something deep in his gut burning, eating away at his stomach. Anger.

“(y/n)”, he calls—orders, his tone authoritative, his look and signing sharp, such a rare sight from him when talking to you. 

And with the slight huff at your direction, you already know what’s going on and make no fuss about it, politely excusing yourself and leaving the male’s side, approaching Caesar obediently. He stands tall in front of you, still frowning, and puts your body behind his, hissing at the stranger from a distance, his fangs showing in a threatening manner. Nothing much to happen from there, besides everyone around getting the message and dutifully going about their way, preferably away from you.

Kisses; what are his kisses like?

Shy and rough. Caesar does know humans kiss to show their love toward one another, after seeing it happen so much between Will and his girlfriend—but he has a silent insecurity concerning your different anatomies, since your lips are so distinct from his own, so much smoother and smaller, which prompts him to feel too self-conscious and overly alert at the possibility to hurting you with his fangs on accident. He does love receiving your kisses, though, even more so than giving them, readily sheltering himself in your arms as you run a hand through his furry head and pepper him with affection all over his face. His quiet grunts are enough to tell you the king’s not getting out of your embrace anytime soon, if he can help it.

Little ones; how is he around children?

Caesar’s got a naturally soothing presence, even around the most feisty baby apes. He’s overprotective of the little ones too, although not scolding them too roughly as he’s learned this approach was hardly ever effective with Blue Eyes when the prince was younger. His relationship to the young often revolves around his wise counselling—whether they asked for it or not, the kiddos just have to deal with papa Caesar going on and on about some life lesson when they just want to go out and play up in the trees already.

Morning; how are mornings spent with him?

Caesar’s an early bird, so he’s always up first. He’s got a habit of watching you as you sleep, revelling in the sound of your soft and steady breath, his green eyes observing attentively as your chest rises and falls. His routine is what keeps him grounded, and so he grabs some breakfast for you both and gently wakes you to accompany him in the meal before he’s off to his duties in the colony. Sometimes you two chat, other times you eat in silence and meet again at lunch, in the communal spot all the apes gather around. 

Night; how are nights spent with him?

Quietly—again, no surprise there. When Caesar’s not feeling too sexy, it’s often because the king’s very tired, so he refrains from talking a lot and simply enjoys your comforting presence. On good days he will talk about something funny that happened while hunting, and on bad days, his complaints will concern some dispute raised by troublemakers like Koba and his followers. You try your best to soothe his nerves in those moments, reassuring him of the trust the apes have in him not to fall for anyone’s opposition to his guidance, which he’s grateful for, too. It’s nice for him to feel like someone, you, will follow him no matter what. Gives him a sense of security he desperately needs.

Open; when would he start revealing things about himself?

You’d have to ask a lot at first, and not even with the promise of getting straight answers every time you do, despite your best efforts. Caesar’s obviously not an open book and even when he does talk about himself, more so about his old life with humans, you usually have to jump through hoots to interpret his philosophical riddles on your own—sometimes you even think he’s fucking with you on purpose, but you don’t mention it, not wanting to fight for such a small thing. Still, you are the only one who could ever question him as much as you do and not get completely ignored, anyway. He’s got a soft spot for you.

Patience; how easily angered is he?

Not very easily. Caesar’s got his head in the right place mostly—he only ever gets angry when it’s something serious concerning his family directly (you, Blue Eyes, Cornelius) and since he’s always silently making sure that you’re all cared for, it is indeed a rare sight to see him irritated. He does get mildly annoyed whenever you’re teasing him about his jealousy, yet it’s nothing compared to how he behaves when he’s feeling really possessive, as stated before.

Quizzes; how much would he remember about you?

A good amount, actually. Caesar will randomly mention some small detail about you that you didn’t even remember telling him in the first place; some things he says are even just his own conclusions he draws from little pieces of information you provide here and there, and they’re usually pretty accurate, which never fails to amaze you. It only serves to show how intelligent the ape king truly is.

Remember; what is his favourite moment in your relationship?

Possibly the first time Caesar understands you like him—more than a platonic feeling. At that point, though you two had become very close, there had always been this little voice inside saying that it couldn’t be really possible, not even in his wildest dreams. Whatever would you have seen in him, an ape? Sure, it was obvious you’d much rather be around him than any other male in the colony, and sure, you mentioned time and time again how glad you were for his presence as you knew apes had their shortcomings with humanity, and he insisted on integrating you into their world at the best of his ability, regardless. Yet the king never once considered those words anything more than you just being your sweet self. Clueless ass.

“I see it.” Maurice commented one night, signing toward your figure a few rocks down. Caesar eyed his friend slightly puzzled, waiting for him to finish his thought, and the ginger grunted, “how (y/n) looks at Caesar.” He points at the ape king’s chest. 

And Caesar could only scoff, huffing and shaking his head, his hands gesturing rapidly, “Maurice… confused.” His deep voice mocks, to which the orangutan merely shrugged, a hint of amusement in his gaze.

And Maurice was right, as he often was.

Security; how protective is he?

Homeboy’s a bit paranoid, not gonna lie. But can you blame him? Being constantly in a state of war with other humans lurking around, trying to harm his colony and his family, along with the petty quarrels between the apes themselves, surely take its toll on the ape king’s state of mind. Your fights about the topic are very frequent because of that, precisely—whenever Caesar’s more stressed than usual, he’ll give you shit for going out hunting with Blue Eyes or Rocket, no matter how much he trusts them to protect you. In his mind, you’re only safe around him and him only. That’s something you’re both still working on.

Try; how much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Caesar is a very caring mate and likes to flaunt it a bit. He would put his best into quick getaways from the hustle of the colony, making sure to plan something special just for the two of you next to the river, arranging a meal with your favourite fruit on display. He is also be very thoughtful with gifts, getting something personalised just for you like the head accessories you like to wear occasionally. The king is very reliable and diligent, always doing his part to maintain the relationship and keep things running smoothly, it’s just part of his leading nature to sort of take control over things. 

Ugly; what would be some bad habits of his?

Heavy is the head that wears the crown and with Caesar, apart from the responsibilities he’s got to live with, there’s also the never leaving stubbornness. The king has a sense of arrogance and a feeling of superiority that’s honestly not unexpected for someone in his position—he’s only ape, after all. A lot of arguments happen because of his inflexibility, and they usually concern colony affairs that sometimes you two disagree with, which causes a bit of tension when the power dynamics come into play in your relationship. If he’s the king and you’re his mate, then what does that make you, when you’re not even “publicly” acknowledged as such? It’s a tricky question that even Caesar can’t quite answer whenever you ask. 

Vanity; how concerned is Caesar with his looks?

His vanity arises when you two start your relationship officially. Caesar’s not so much concerned with how he looks, but rather how you perceive him, if he’s attractive to you given your different species and anatomy, and that is as far as it will go. He’s got more important matters to attend to than caring about how others—beside you—see him, either physically or otherwise. 

Whole; would he feel incomplete without you?

Yeah. Caesar’s a big softie inside and he feels something for you that is not even comparable to how he felt with Cornelia before—it’s so much more intense and consuming. It’s like you’ve become his very oxygen. Without you everything else seems so dull, colourless, lifeless. Even your silence is different from everybody else’s, the way you blink, the way you shift slightly in your spot beside him. When he can’t smell you around, it’s like the king unconsciously knows he’s too far away from home, and it almost feels unsafe for him to dare exist in that condition. And Caesar doesn’t even think much about it, there’s simply this… strangeness whenever you’re not there. This emptiness. A sense of nothingness that silently terrifies him when he does think of it for more than a second.

Xtra; a random headcanon for him.

Caesar’s a serious guy, it’s his default, but he just loves making you laugh. He’s often finding ways to goof around in his own manner, which only makes it funnier and more endearing to you, seeing this enormous, grumpy ape trying to make jokes for the sole purpose of seeing you smile. He’ll do it anywhere, anytime, with anything he can find close; holding up blueberries to his eyes’ level and making ridiculous faces, hooting and acting like some random goofy monkey, scratching his sides and screeching, sometimes even going as far as joking about giving you his “banana” later on.

You chuckle softly at his antics, bringing him closer into a gentle hug that he gladly accepts, letting out faint hoots at your familiar touch. “You’re so silly.” You murmur between laughs, and the ape king can’t get enough of that sound. It’s music to his ears.

Yuck; what are some things he wouldn’t like, either in general or in a mate?

Recklessness is the way to make Caesar lose it. He can’t help it, he’s got the fatherly and overly responsible thing going on all the time. That’s something he also has to come to terms with when being around you—he’s not sure if it’s human behaviour or if he’s just too much of an uptight ape himself, but you’re someone who seems to like toying with his patience like no one else does. He feels like he’s being tested, at times.

Zzz; what is a sleep habit of his?

Caesar’s a simple guy. He typically sleeps either on his side or on his back and prefers cuddling you from behind, no matter the position he’s in. The king may also occasionally grunt or make other soft sounds in his sleep, but they are generally not loud enough to wake you in his arms.

[junnieverse]

XOXO ➳ L. HEESEUNG

➙ synopsis: for as long as you'd known heeseung, who happened to be your best friend's twin brother, he was just that annoying kid who stole your blue highlighter in 4th grade and was a menace to you from that day on, but somehow along the way he stole your heart too.

pairing: lee heeseung x afab!reader

genre: fluff, best friend's brother au

word count: 1.1k

request: " hi! i have a fluff request ^^ . i don’t have a specific situation in mind but imagine reader’s first kiss with hee, she initiates it with a quick kiss but is unsure if hee actually likes her back, so she starts to pull away but then hee cups her face, pulls her back and deepens the kiss without ever breaking it "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: hi anon, tysm for this request, I enjoyed writing this so I hope you and all my other readers enjoy reading it too~ ^_^

a/n (2): just wanted to let everyone know incase you don't, I do have an enhypen series out so please do check it out if you'd like :)

"I swear if your brother touches my hair again, I'm going to uppercut him." you tell your best friend next to you as you comb through your previously ruffled hair.

You had known Heeseung for as long as you'd been friends with your best friends which was equivalently, many... many years.

You loved your best friend but her brother would never leave you alone.

He had his days where he was sweet with you but most of the time you were fighting back the urge to high kick his pretty little face.

"He says ruffling your hair before a game is his good luck charm." you friend says shrugging her shoulders as she munches on her popcorn.

"Yeah well he better find another goodluck charm, he's ruining my good hair days." you defend glaring at the boy who happened to run across the basketball court with his teammates.

You tried so hard to despise him and how smart, funny, considerate and kind he was, but oh how you wanted to so badly run over to Heeseung on the court and just kiss him.

This was someone who didn't necessarily make the best of impressions on you the first time seeing as he stole your blue highlighter in 4th grade, but the bright side was if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have met your best friend who happened to return the very same highlighter apologising for her 'stupid' twin brother who took it in the first place.

From that day on, you made Heeseung your nemesis, he didn't know he was, so yes, your one sided nemesis, you were a grudge holder.

Heeseung did eventually apologise in which you forgave him but you weren't easy to forget about it either.

Over the years of growing a friendship with your best friend, her brother was seemingly in the picture too.

They were close, but they would also banter and tease each other alot like many other siblings did and you found that dynamic between them special.

Heeseung soon started treating you the same, yes he was sweet to you when he wanted to be but most of the time it was just teasing and being playful and sometimes even the subtle flirting.

Although a year ago everything started changing.

You had had a very romantic and somewhat suggestive dream about him and for days you had tried avoiding Heeseung because you were embarrassed to even think you could possibly think of him in that light.

For years you had only seen him platonically but all of a sudden one dream put everything into a new perspective that just maybe... you had feelings for your best friend's brother.

After avoiding him for almost a week straight, Heeseung obviously thought he did something and so he offered to take you out to lunch as an 'apology' still having no idea he had actually done nothing wrong and it was all just you going through some intrapersonal conflict.

But he had won you over and you were simply left dealing with new feelings for Heeseung you were afraid to admit.

Let alone to your best friend.

"Okay let's start working on this project." Heeseung says as you both walked into his bedroom to work.

It didn't feel all too unfamiliar since you'd been in here before when his sister was around but it felt odd since it would just be the both of you alone this time.

In one of the classes you shared with Heeseung, your professor had assigned everyone a partner for a new project for the semester and Heeseung just happened to be the person you were paired up with leading to this moment. 

You had both been working hand in hand for the past hour and a half now and there was great progress being made.

"How about we take a short break since we've been working for a while now." you say turning to Heeseung next to you who happened to already be looking at you.

"Stop looking at me like that, call me a bug like you always do already." you mumble rolling your eyes as you break away from his staring.

"You're actually really beautiful." he says leaning on the table with one hand as he smiles admiring your facial features.

"Funny, are you getting sick, never heard you compliment me in a minute." you joke with him putting your hand on his forehead but his temperature was normal.

Unexpectedly Heeseung gently pulls your hand away leaning his face closer to yours.

Your heart was beating right out of your chest at the close proximity between you both, was he going to do it.

You notice his gaze go from your eyes to your lips and back as you did the same, both of you seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move.

To both of your suprise, you were the one to initiate the first move pressing your lips together finally kissing him.

But the moment was quick to end as the thought of your best friend catching you both crossed your mind and you hesitantly pulled away.

"We shouldn't-" you start off but you were cut off by Heeseung pulling you back in for a second kiss.

This time he deepened the kiss a gentle hand on your cheek and you felt like this moment wouldn't end.

This time Heeseung pulled away leaving a soft peck on your cheeks and nose and reality hit you once again.

Standing up abruptly you began walking back and forth around the room not believing what you'd just done.

"Oh my gosh, I just kissed my best friend's brother. She's gonna hate me. She'll never want to be friends with me anymore. Why did i kiss you. No I shouldn't like you in the first place." you ramble nervously as you hit your forehead for your reckless decision.

"Wait... you like me back?" he asks scratching the back of his neck as he stood up walking towards you.

You'd forgotten he could hear everything you were saying and you had accidentally confessed your feelings indirectly.

Well there was no trying to hide or run away from it.

But he said 'back', doesn't that mean he likes you too?!

"I do like you but-" you tell him as he stood in front of you holding your hands in his as he stopped you probably sensing what you were going to say.

"My sister probably wouldn't care, you're worried about nothing. What matters is that we both like each other and I think we should go out on our first date." he reassures you as you nod.

"I'd like that."

[lancerslover]

a brief glimpse into senator kennedy’s office…

pairing: senator!john f. kennedy/reader

warnings: 18+, pretty much immediate smut, swearing

word count: 995

a/n: this is just a quick random drabble while i finish the bobby and jack fic. it literally came to me in a dream. i guess it’s kinda based on the stories about jfk’s two secretaries “fiddle” and “faddle.”

thank you to the anon who suggested i start doing drabbles!! i’m going to start doing these more often between my longer fics

When you walk into Senator Kennedy’s office, he’s on the sofa, his suit jacket strung over the back and his tie loose around his neck. Next to him is your coworker Jane, wearing nothing but her underwear, holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers and trying her best to grab a lighter back from the senator while he playfully holds it out of her reach.

“Hi,” you say, placing a pile of letters on the senator’s desk. Handling, sorting, and delivering the letters from his constituents takes up most of your time since he receives around 800 letters every day, almost twice as much as any other senator in the building. A large portion of these letters are from women, a fact Mr. Kennedy sometimes likes to jokingly boast about to his senator buddies, especially when the content of said letters involves a woman gushing over how “fantastic” he is or asking him to come over while her husband’s at work the next time he’s in Boston.

“Hey, hun,” Jane says back.

You two don’t have time to say anything more because the senator is grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him, looking up at you with that lazy, toothy grin. The grin of someone who’s used to getting whatever he wants without even having to ask.

In a flash, you’re in his lap. He’s talking against your cheek: “God, sweetheart, what took you so long, huh? I missed you when I got in today. I’ll tell Ted to stop sending you out on those assignments. You’re much more useful here with me.” You know he’s just telling you what he thinks you want to hear, but still, your heart is singing.

He tears the straps of your dress down around your shoulders and tosses your bra aside while you fit yourself onto his cock. You wince. You’re still a little sore from yesterday.

But you forget about that the moment he starts thrusting up into you. You’re consumed by the way he fills up your stomach and how your clit rubs against the fabric of his shirt, and the way his panting breaths, wet on your ear, mix with your choking gasps. You don’t even care that Jane is just a few feet away, puffing on her cigarette as she nonchalantly twists her stockings back on. As the two youngest, prettiest girls on the senator’s staff, you’ve both become used to these kinds of situations. He’s always had a habit of beckoning either one of you into his office a few times a week, but ever since he started on these new libido-increasing painkillers, he’s been calling you both in every single day, usually one immediately after the other. Probably because once he gets himself all riled up with one girl, he simply cannot resist the temptation to have another, almost like someone with a sweet tooth being unable to say no to a second helping of dessert.

Sometimes, when he’s in one of his ornery, let’s see how far I can push people moods, he’ll call you both in at once and ask you to make out with each other or something. You’re glad he isn’t in one of those moods today. You don’t necessarily mind kissing Jane���all you really want is to make the senator happy—but, for obvious reasons, you much prefer to do stuff with him.

His big, rough hands are needy and eager—squeezing your throat, then rubbing your breasts, then holding your thighs, then cupping around your butt. Teasingly, he curls his fingers into the crack between your buttcheeks and pulls them apart, which makes you pucker and squeal, which makes him chuckle.

He usually makes these guttural grunting sounds every time he heaves himself inside you, but sometimes a little whimper will escape him. When this happens, it worries you because you think he might be hurting himself. You know he takes those painkillers because of his bad back, and you don’t want him to over-exert himself on your behalf. But there’s something primal and matter-of-fact about him during sex, like a dog marking its territory before going about its business, that makes him not have time to think about his physical limits.

You don’t dare mention your concerns to him, though. You once saw him lash out viciously at an aide who’d simply tried to help him with his crutches. Everyone around him cowered. He’s quite frightening, and you told him so a few weeks ago while you and a few other secretaries were walking with him down to the capitol building. You thought hearing that would stroke his ego. And you’re pretty sure it did, even though all he did was throw his head back and laugh and say, “You silly girls are frightened of everything.”

Now, you’re saying, “Please, just like that. Oh, Mr. Kennedy, god, yes” because you know he likes that. Right on cue, you feel his skin getting hotter against your lips. He picks up his pace. You feel like you’re going to melt and drip all over him.

“Ugh, fuck,” he says then, a little too loudly. Then he glances at the door and grits his teeth, annoyed at himself. “God fucking dammit,” he says, much softer. You see him make sheepish eye contact with Jane, who’s now sitting at his desk. She chuckles before going back to flipping through a draft of his upcoming DNC speech.

The senator turns away from her. After a few moments of watching his cock pump in and out from between your legs, his brow furrowed in concentration, he looks back up at you with heavy-lidded, lust-drugged eyes. He licks a bead of sweat off your breast, and that’s enough to finally push you over the edge. You bite down on his shoulder as you cum.

He finishes inside of you only a few seconds later. He doubles over, groaning into a clenched jaw, holding you to him with a hand on the small of your back.

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Hi!) send my love and little idea for a fic

May I request a little story about Remus x fem!reader? Other characters are welcomed :) characters age is up to you

The reader is calm person, ready to help, even get into a fight against bullies. But she also has a death glare and doesn’t peak words to smooth the situation. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but definitely she is friends with Lily and the Marauders like to hang out with her (helps them with studies or work, helps James with Lily, lots of sarcastic jokes).

I think Remus can see through her facade. And he finally decided to ask her out for a date, maybe he even said something like “I like you”. And the reader reply with “Ok” and storms out to process with her feelings towards Rem. Then we can see collective panic 😱😂 The next day she finds Remus and gives him his favorite chocolate and self-made scarf with the words “I think I like you too” ❤️

Hope it’s all make sense to you 😅 sometimes I have similar situation when I can’t define my feelings and need time to analyze them… 🥲

I Think I Like You Too...

a/n ~ Omg reader in this is so relatable 😭 Honestly wasn't sure how you wanted me to write them so I did what I thought worked best for this situation. Not quite sure how happy I am with this so I might add to it/change some of it in the future but for now I hope you like it <3

~ Just fluff, James and Sirius being children

WC ~ 1,859

Sometimes you don't understand why you're friends with the marauders. You love them so much but you're so different sometimes you don't understand. You're very calm and collected. Most times you don't show emotion at all, coming off as if you don't care. That's not the case though and luckily the boys know that. Even if they're the only ones.

Besides them and Lily, no one talks to you, and you don't talk to them. There's no real reason for this, only that people say you have a “death glare,” which apparently, makes you seem unapproachable.

Because of them being your only friends, (and not great at their studies) you spend a lot of time helping the boys, mainly James and Sirius, with their homework and preparing them for exams. During times where you're helping the boys in the library you notice the way people look at you guys. Sometimes their gaze is slanted towards the boys, either lusting after them or annoyed by some dumb prank they pulled.

However, there are times when people stare at you. They try to be less obvious, but you can see the way they silently judge you. Wondering why the boys hang out with you and debating whether or not you're as bitchy as you tend to seem.

You don't let any of this get to you, people will judge you for anything you do, and you know they simply don't understand. Honestly you find it funny how obsessed people are with a look on your face.

Especially when it's not one you make on purpose.

“I don't understand.” James tells you, for what feels like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

“Of course you don't, you've been making faces at Sirius the whole time I was explaining.” You swear sometimes they're just children in growing-up bodies. Between the pranks, silly faces, and running around the halls playing hide and seek, but instead of each other seeking, it's whichever teacher they last put a spell on, it can be very hard to keep up with. Probably why people were so unexpected to see you all together.

“No I wasn't.”

“James, I saw you.”

“Wasn't me,” he defends. You let out a deep sigh at his childish antics, before focusing on the paper in front of him. You look down at the perfect moment, just in time to see Remus's small grin at banter between you and James.

“James, pay attention or I'll turn you into a rat,” you try to threaten, seeing Peter's frown at your words. “Sorry Pete, rats are adorable. You know how James feels about them though,” you shrug, remembering the way he screamed when Peter first transformed into his animagus form. He's not scared of Peter when he knows it's him but any other rat freaks him out.

“Fair.” Is all he says, as he leans back down to whatever he's doing on the floor.

You return your focus back to James, “Okay, are you going to pay attention this time?”

“Yes I am, apparently Lily only likes smart guys.”

“I have literally been telling you that for-” you're quickly cut off.

“No but that was just a plot for you to make me do my homework.”

“No it wasn't, I was trying to help you with Lily because-”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're lying.”

“But you confirmed it why would I be lying about it-”

“Well I don't know, why are you?”

“James Fleamont Potter I swear if you cut me off one more fucking time.” You hear the giggles of everyone else around you.

“What? What are you gonna do?”

“Call Lily.”

“No wait, I'm sorry.” He immediately changes his tone and turns back to his parchment.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Sirius,“Sirius, how far are you?”

“Well unlike prongs, I'm almost finished.” He tells you proudly.

“Can I see it?” He looks between you and the paper for a moment and then shakes his head.

“Not yet. It's a surprise.” You take a deep breath as he continues making faces to James.

Deciding you're done being a young mom to two boys older than you. You excuse yourself from the table and move to sit by the only boy not constantly giving you a headache.

“Hey, Rem.” You greet him softly.

“Good try.” He smirks at you, referencing the boys in front of you. You're glad they're having fun, but they're giving you gray hairs at this point.

“I'm two seconds away from calling Euphemia to deal with them.”

“That's a great plan, at least you'll get cookies out of it.” You nod your head in agreement, taking a second to admire your friend. Which is totally normal in a friendship, probably. You know you feel different about Remus than the others but you're not one hundred percent sure why.

“Ugh why can't you tutor them?” You don't even remember why you agreed to tutor them in the first place.

“Because I did it first and you lost the bet.” Now you remember, you and Remus had a stupid bet on who would tutor them. You and he had a competition, whoever got the lower grade on an exam would be the tutor. You lost. By one point.

“Not fair, I want a rematch.”

“How is that not fair? I won perfectly fair.” You know he did but you don't want to accept it.

“Uh because I don't wanna do it anymore.”

“C'mon they're not that bad.”

“Says you! Yesterday they were playing rock, paper, scissors and when Sirius lost, he pushed over James in his chair. Then James got up and claimed all the knowledge was knocked out of his head and he couldn't possibly finish the paper.” Remus is clearly trying not to laugh at your frustration. “Don't laugh, it's not funny.”

“I'm not laughing. But you have to admit they're very amusing.”

“I admit nothing. Seriously, why do they go to such lengths to avoid homework.” Remus immediately moves his face out of your view. “What do you know, Wolfboy?”

“Is the nickname really necessary?”

“Yes it is, explain,” you don't give him any room for argument.

“Fine. They usually do their homework just fine, slow but fine.”

“Then why do they cause such problems for me?” You ask him in despair.

“They like fucking with you.”

“Are you kidding me Lupin?” You raise your eyebrows at him and demand a response.

“No, they think you're funny.” He breaks out in a full blown laugh at your annoyed reaction.

“I'm glad you think this is funny, Moony, because you won't be laughing when you're all rats.”

“As if you could even turn me into a rat. I dare you to try.”

“Y'know what I will.” You give him a bright smile as he grabs your wrist to keep you from grabbing your wand.

“Not right now.”

“You're not scared are you Lupin?” You swear your heart skips a beat at his grin.

“Can you just pick one name and stick with it?”

“Okay I pick Wolfboy.”

“No you don't, pick something else.”

“No. Bye Wolfboy.” You hear his frustrated groan from behind you while you leave the library.

“Ah!” You jump as you turn the corner and run into Remus. “Oh. Hi Wolfboy.”

“I thought I told you to pick something else to call me.”

“No, I don't remember that.” He looks at you in disbelief. “I'm getting breakfast now.”

“No you are not.” He begins to pull you in the other direction.

“Um Wolfboy, I need food.”

“Not right now.” What the fuck.

“What is so important I must miss breakfast?” He pulls you into an empty classroom and shuts the door. “You know you can't kill me right? People will know.

“That's not…what?”

“Nevermind, continue.”

“Okay great. I don't know how to say this but after yesterday it just felt so clear that I need you to know.” You give a gentle nod for him to continue.

“Y/n, I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us but I need you to know that I like you.” He waits a minute for you to respond, when you don't, he keeps going. “As more than a friend, like romantically. I have a crush on you.”

“Oh um okay.” You shrug and start to walk out of the room. “See you at breakfast.”

Remus is stuck standing in place as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He was expecting a rejection, a clear rejection. Or of course, there's the small part of him waiting for you to admit you feel the same way he does. But no. None of them. He has no idea how you're feeling. Who just says “okay” to that and walks out.

After a minute he decides to follow you to the great hall, pretending nothing just happened. He doesn't know whether to be sad about a rejection or be happy it wasn't actually a rejection?

James and Sirius are questioning his mixed expression the second he sits down, but Remus is focused solely on you. Who isn't in the great hall. He looks over all the people at least three times looking for you. Ultimately, he can't help but be a little relieved he doesn't have to face you right now. What would he even say after that?

Remus doesn't see you for the rest of the day. Instead he spends the day worrying whether or not he's scared you away.

“Oh Remus you're here! Come here!” You grab his hand and pull him into an empty room, similarly to the way he did to you yesterday.

“Um okay? Are you alright?” He asks quickly, as if sensing your nervousness.

“Yes I'm fine I just need to say something to you.”

“What is that?” He asks, pointing to the things you're holding in your free hand.

“Oh yeah this stuff is for you.” You hand him a box of his favorite chocolates and a scarf you spent the night making for him. “I made this for you because I didn't know how to say what I want to. I didn't mean to act like that yesterday, I just needed some time to think about how I felt.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“Yeah it's on the scarf actually.” You take notice of how your fingers are fidgeting, and your legs are bouncing in place.

“Did you make this? This is nice.”

“Last night, yeah.” You feel a little out of breath as you stand in front of him.

“In one night? That's impressive and insane.”

“I'm well aware. I didn't sleep last night.” He grins you a big grin, both at your words and the words he finally finds on the end of his scarf.

“You need sleep, angel.” He says, cutting off at the end as he finishes reading your sewed words. ‘I think I like you too ♡’ is embedded into the red fabric. “You think?”

“Is that acceptable for you Wolfboy?” You step closer to him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah more than.” You can't stop your bright smile as he leans down to place his lips on yours.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

for kinktober can I request Damon Salvatore (from The Vampire Diaries) fingering and praising a transmasc reader?

sure thing! I've never really written for damon before so sorry if he's a little out of character, I tried my best </3 thanks for requesting for kinktober!

Kinktober 2024 Day 17: Damon Salvatore fingering and praising a transmasc reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, vaginal fingering, praise kink, swearing, hickeys/marking, Damon's a bit of a tease, some overstimulation, could be seen as dubcon in some parts but everything was fully consented to by the reader beforehand

"There you go, baby. Such a good boy," Damon purred right next to your ear as his fingers sunk deep inside you, making you full in a way that you'd never felt before. Even when you touched yourself, you were somehow never able to get your fingers nearly as deep as he did, though he could probably attribute that to hundreds of years of experience.

You whined loudly in response, incredibly grateful that the house was currently empty. Stefan was out with Elena, which meant you wouldn't have to worry about his vampiric super hearing picking up on what was going on upstairs in his brother's room.

"Aw, baby, you're so cute when you whine like that," he teased while his fingers quickly thrusted in and out of you, his thumb just barely grazing over your clit when he spoke. "And you look so delicious right now, I could just eat you up."

God, what an asshole. He knew just how much his teasing affected you, especially in a situation like this one. He did it because he loved getting you all riled up, which he was already succeeding at doing.

An uncontrollable whimper escaped from you when his thumb fully met your clit, something you hadn't been expecting at all. Usually he took longer dragging it out before he finally made you cum, which could only mean one thing: he was most likely planning on overstimulating you, the bastard.

Of course you ended up being right, because just as soon as he gave you one toe curling, back arching orgasm he went right back at it, plunging his fingers in even deeper than before with the full intent of making you pass out with exhaustion by the time you were finally done.

"T- Too much-" you whimpered pathetically as you tried to close your thighs around his hand, but he simply used his free one to keep them propped open while he fingered you.

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that now." You'd have been pissed at the condescending tone he used when speaking to you if you weren't so caught up in the intense and overwhelming waves of arousal that were washing over your body in drove after drove.

Your entire body was shaking by this point, the tender skin of your neck raised with goosebumps when you felt him lean in and lightly trace your pulse point with the edge of his fangs.

"I bet you'd look so pretty with a couple of bite marks on you," he outwardly mused. You tensed up some, expecting him to sink his teeth in only to have him give the area a gentle kiss. "But I won't do it right now. I'll wait until a little later."

"It's too much," you suddenly said again, trying not to whine when he starting suck a few hickeys on your neck in the one or two bare spots there were (most of it had already been covered by his lovebites at an earlier time).

"Shh, I know. It's okay, sweetheart," he cooed softly, his voice uncharacteristically sweeter than it usually was. Sometimes he was unnecessarily cruel when you got so needy, but it seemed as though he was in a more forgiving and affectionate mood today. "You're being such a good boy for me, did you know that?"

His words made you let out a mewl in appreciation, your eyes hooded with a combination of both love and lust as you stared up at him from your spot on the bed. "Only for you," were the three words you managed to breathe out, your brain having become a bit foggy due to the constant bombardment of pleasure you were receiving.

A faint smirk of amusement tugged at his lips. "Only for me, huh? You're only a good boy for me, is that right?" He curled his fingers inside you, carefully nudging against that one spot that he knew always made you go wild.

A sudden gasp was pulled from you, your eyes fluttering shut as the gasp turned into a moan. Apparently he wasn't feeling nearly as forgiving as you thought. "Y- Yes, only for you. No one else."

He let out a hum in acknowledgement at your words before going back to marking up your neck again, intent on showing you just how much he agreed with your statement. "You're damn right."

Anytime his possessive side took over, you knew you were bound to end up with a few fresh hickeys along with several sore muscles, which is exactly what ended up happening. At least he was kind enough to tell you once again just how much of a good boy you were for him while cleaning you up afterwards.

"You were so good for me, sweetheart. You made me so proud with how well you took it earlier," he murmured in a low and soothing tone once you were done, his touch gentle when he used a rag to wipe you down.

All you could do was lay there as you tried to catch your breath, watching as he took care of you. The almost unbearable overstimulation you'd endured earlier was definitely worth it in exchange for his earnest words of praise.

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[r3starttt]

SUBWAY

PAIRING: ellie williams x abby anderson

CW: modern au. rushed and ugly

SUMMARY: ellabs having a subway crush on each other... kinda

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TAGLIST

Ellie who for the first time is early to collegue, and Abby who for the first time is right on time- yes, never late.

Abby's books falls from her half closed bag, landing on Ellie's feet and in front of her eyes as she looked for her sketchbook that had to be somewhere in her backpack, right?

"Here" their voices overlap as they exchanged looks. Abby offering a very ashamed yet quiet chain of apologies. "Not at all, it's okay. happens to the best of us" Ellie answers, extending her the book, the pads of their fingers brush.

"Can I?" Her words trail off with an awkward 'uhm' Abby's throat suddenly too sore. Her index finger points at the seat next to Ellie. Stupid, it wasn't empty, but there was sure loads of space for Abby to sit at. Plus, why would she even ask? she could've literally just- "Yeah, no problem"

Ellie, who after minutes of looking stupid just moving her hands all over her backpack, gives up on looking for her sketchbook. She won't be spending that much time humiliating herself with this random blonde on her side, who not only seemed ridiculously pretty compared to anyone else awake this early, but also- by the book on her current hands, was fucking smart and probably around her age- maybe ellie was paying too much attention.

"You've read it?" yup, maybe she wasn't only paying too much attention but also staring. What the fuck.

"Uhh- no, yeah. I- yeah" Her palm cupped the back of her neck, the fuck was she doing? "I have a friend that lend it to me for a while but... too much for me" Ellie was suddenly too aware of her body. Of the hoodie she'd decided to wear today feeling too heavy. A warmth enveloping her body and painting her cheeks, she swears it's so visible it's making her freckles hide beneath the provably intense red.

Abby isn’t paying much attention to her face really, but she can definitely notice the blush and the quivering on Ellies voice.

“Yeah, it’s too long and some words are oddly… philosophical for no reason” Abby’s last words came out as a mumble- quiet. Ellie, for her sake and the friendly strangers sake too, decided to just nod in agreement,

Abby who couldn’t really pay much attention to her book, choosing to look- from the corner of her eyes- at the strange girl who had eventually found a way to distract herself. It’s not that she was being purposely intrusive, but the portrait of the old lay sitting in front of them being perfectly drawn on what seemed like and old ticket was ridiculously impressive.

The words portrayed on the thin paper between her fingers- already too overwhelming - now turning blurry and simply unreadable. The position of her neck and the phrases she kept on speaking to herself in her mind were causing her a headache. Plus, the situation next to her was way more entertaining.

Along a vibrating beat, quiet enough for only the two of them to hear, the brunette- auburn? shaked her leg up and down, sometimes along the beat coming from her headphones.

her body slightly curled as she tried to find a comfortable position to draw without the thin ticket sheet breaking.

Abby could never believe on coincidences, or destiny, or anything spiritual. But maybe today could be the exception.

Abby who had to compliment on the drawing before she grabbed her backpack and stood up. And Ellie who offered the drawing, expecting nothing but to remember such decent interaction with this random girl she met on the subway.

"Seriously, take it" Ellie quickly offered, noticing the shaking along the wagon due the stop. Her fingers barely grabbing at the ticket, practically letting it fall between the blonde's fingers. "Can I borrow your pen?" Abby's braid fell on her side as she leaned a little, maintaining her composure as she tried to hold her book and phone without moving the finger she had between the pages she hadn't finished reading.

After a clumsy nod, Ellie borrowed the pen, not really paying attention to the blonde in front of her and more worried about all the people fighting to get out first. Abby, on the other hand, saved her phone on the pocket of her jacket, quickly opening the book right where her finger lay, putting the drawing instead. "Here, have a nice day"

Abby who ran off as the door was about to close in front of her face. And Ellie, who smiled stupidly as she saw a nerdy bookmark with two letters 'a' in cursive and a phone number on the back.

[asvtrials]

LUNCH [one.]

Navarro x fem!reader

minors dni!

summary: After a rather nasty breakup with Bjorn you try to avoid the group as much as possible and you're doing a good job until you find yourself in Corbelan IV with your best friend. warnings: angst, not proofread, maybe ooc, swearing, part two will contain smut. a/n: This fic is very much inspired by LUNCH by Billie Eilish specifically the following lyrics "I've said it all before, but I'll say it again, I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend. I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend. Do you know how to bend?" sooo... w/c: 2360

You tried to ignore the continuous vibrations of your wristwatch, continuing to move away from the truck, the rough handles of the box scraping your palms. You let the box hit the ground with a loud thud, the annoying buzzing sound made you groan 

It's been almost a month since you and Bjorn broke up but the hurtful words that were thrown your way still stung you. Who are you kidding, you said some nasty bullshit too.

It was always like that with Bjorn. Some laughs and good sex that left you satisfied to ignore the dysfunction in your relationship, if you can even call it.

He never called it that, never even called you his girlfriend, never asked you out, never told you how much he liked you—unless it was after sex and he was all fucked out. It was always, his ‘friend’, his ‘buddy’, his ‘something’ but you never felt like he was yours. 

So all that bubbling anger and insecurity led to a fight more intense than any you’ve ever had and you stormed out.

You felt guilty every time you came up with an excuse to avoid a meeting until you simply didn't answer at all.

You did this, you distanced yourself from them and you had no right to be hurt but you couldn't help the sting that followed every time you saw the name of the caller

It was always Kay, sometimes Rain and Tyler, and you loved them all. But never the person you considered your closest friend.

Being in such a fickle situation, you often found yourself thinking who would stick around. They were all family and you were just an outsider, even if they never made you feel like it, you knew it was true.

But there was always someone that made you feel like something more. You didn’t know how, or why but she did. Navarro.

You thought you built something, a friendship and you weren't just her brother's boyfriend. But you must've been mistaken, because there wasn't a time you saw her name pop on the wristwatch.

But that didn't matter anymore.

The day was unbearable. Everything was annoying you and you had to restrain yourself from throwing the drill to the ground and walking away several times throughout the day.

When it was finally time to clock out after eleven exhausting hours you rushed to the locker room and got your things.

Normally you'd just walk right out, the supervisors ignoring you like they ignored the rest of the workers, but this time one of them stopped you before you could reach the door.

“Worker #233 your shift isn't finished.”

“What?” You frowned. “Eleven hours, I just clocked out” You argued, turning to face the guard.

“You owe the company eight more hours according to our records.” He spoke, voice monotone.

“What are you talking about? I didn't miss any days and I wasn't late a single day.” You were starting to lose your patience and it was clear in your voice. You just wanted to go home and crash on your bed.

“You have registered to fill in for another worker, yet you never fulfilled the quota. Worker #5583.” He informed you. You stared at him, clearly confused. “Marie Rain Carradine if the files are correct.” He corrected in irritation.

Fuck. 

This one time Rain fell down hard, hitting her knee in the process. The poor girl couldn't even walk straight, so you offered to take her place, take her home, and fill in the hours when you were needed. Did it have to be today?

“You are needed in the spacecraft maintenance department.” He told you, clearly as tired of this conversation as you were. 

“Seriously? Maintenance?” You raised a brow.

“You want to go back to the mines” He countered, quickly silencing you.

You returned to the clock-in room with a loud sigh, not really caring to hide your exhaustion as you approached the counter. You stared at the lady behind the glass, eyes tired and uninterested. 

The lady didn't seem to care as she took your worker's card and scanned it.

“Y/n L/n, right? You are assigned to perform a maintenance assessment on ‘Corbelan IV’.” She announced and gave you back your card, expecting you to get the tools and get out but you stared at the woman with wide eyes. She stared back at you, her gaze confused.

“Corbelan IV?” You asked, hoping you misheard.

“Yes, there's a shortage in staff” She answered unenthusiastically.

No, fuck no.

“Isn't, um, isn't there another ship?” You hesitantly asked. 

Panic started to sip through you while the woman lowered her glasses, staring at you disapprovingly.

“Like— isn't there another ship? Or something—anything, really.” You rambled the more the woman stared.

She raised a brow before pushing the card closer to you and turning back to her computer screen, seemingly done with the conversation.

“Fucking cunt” you mumbled under your breath as you grabbed the card.

You grabbed the tools from the shelf and walked out, the cold air hitting your face again. But you refused to move any faster, trying to stall as much as you could.

You spend too much time on this ship to know that it wasn't just any mining hauler, it was Navarro's baby. And most of the time the entire crew was there “cleaning and checking” it. In reality, you were there to drink and laugh and maybe actually do your work.

When you finally arrived you stared at the enormous craft for a while. This is going to be awkward…

You walked around until you finally found the ladder and pushed yourself up. Once you entered the ship you didn't hear any chatter from inside, even though the gate was wide open.

You just hoped Bjorn wasn’t here and by the quietness that filled this place, you guessed he wasn’t.

You walked deeper into the ship finding the second ladder to the cockpit and climbing, your boots making noise in contrast to how quiet the entire ship was.

“Kay, that you?” 

Navarro. You should have guessed.

You stopped in your tracks, hearing her deep voice after so long sent shivers down your spine.

“Uh, no. Not Kay.” You spoke after a beat.

The silence around you shifted into an uncomfortable silence so intense that you considered turning around and walking away.

But the sound of the small hum forced you to stay put.

No turning back now.

You continued climbing, finally seeing the yellow light of Navarro’s desk light. You forced yourself to lift your eyes once you stepped into the cockpit. 

There she was, awkwardly standing with her arms folded as she leaned against the back of her pilot seat watching you.

“Hey.” She spoke softly. She really tried to seem relaxed but her hand slowly lifted to scratch the back of her neck.

Such a funny habit of hers. You remember trying to keep yourself from giggling every time you saw her in awkward situations. She looked so unbothered until you noticed how she nervously rubbed the back of her neck.

It wasn't funny now.

Your eyes avoided her as you spoke “Hey.”

You remembered the toolbox in your hand and lifted it a bit to hopefully divert her attention to the item.

Her eyes took some time to leave your face, slowly falling to the toolbox. A small frown appeared on her face but it was quickly pushed away. “Oh yeah.” she mumbled.

You tensed as she approached you, leaning closer to you to take the object from your hand. You tried to ignore how close her cheek was to yours or how cold her fingers were when they gently wrapped around yours—well not around your hand but the handle of the toolbox.

Her fingers were always cold, no matter how warm the place was. She would always stand behind you, her tall physique made it very easy for her to rest her chin on your head or shoulder as her hands slid inside your pockets, squeezing your warm hands in hers and laughing when you yelped at the contact.

This time her fingers quickly moved away, taking the box with her. Her boots thud loudly against the metal floor as she walked to her pilot chair and placed the object on the cushiony seat.

The uncomfortable silence made you feel compelled to start the conversation.

“How have you been?” You asked quietly, awkwardly moving closer to her.

“Fine. You?” She answered, her loud rummaging through the toolbox echoing across the empty ship.

You weren't sure If you wanted to be truthful—if she wanted to hear about her brother's ex talking shit about him.

But she was your friend, right? You weren't just Bjorn's girlfriend all this time, right?

You ignored your consciousness screaming for you to keep your mouth shut.

You embarrassingly noticed the sweat that covered your hands and quickly wiped them on your shirt suddenly glad that the girl was turned the other way.

“Not that good, if I'm being honest” You replied with a small sigh.

The girl froze for a moment, not sure how to respond to your honesty. Eventually, she turned to face you with a hesitant smile appearing on her face momentarily “I get it. Breakups are tough.” 

“It wasn't a breakup” You argued, you couldn't contain the bitterness in your tone. “ We were never together to begin with.” 

You wanted to stop—really, but you just couldn't. With a groan, you slumped on a nearby seat.

“I mean don't get me wrong, being in a relationship with someone like Bjorn sounds like an actual nightmare—No offense…” You quickly added, sending Navarro an apologetic look.

“None taken,” Navarro said with a chuckle slowly approaching you. “Trust me, shit-talking Bjorn isn't new to me”

“Yeah.” You laughed, throat closing up a bit when she sat on the seat next to you.

“So I'm all ears. Why do you hate Bjorn—sorry, that asshole” She said with a mischievous smile.

But suddenly you didn't want to talk about Bjorn.

You couldn't.

Having her next to you after so long felt too good. So good that you couldn't stop your lips from curling into a smile.

“I don't want to talk about him.” He murmured, eyes meeting her amused ones.

“I missed talking to you, Varro.” You whispered, bumping her shoulder with your own softly. There was a certain melancholy in your tone, a small question lingering in your mind.

“Why didn't you call?”

You watched the playfulness in her eyes slowly turn into something else, something like guilt.

Maybe she was thinking the same thing, because she wasn't answering, just searching in your eyes for something before suddenly standing

Your eyes followed her with a frown as she walked to the pilot seat sitting down. Everything about her changed. Her friendly demeanor flipped to a much more distant one.

You hesitantly stood up. “I know I didn't answer and all but I didn't know what to say, i mean you guys are Bjorn's family” You tried to defend yourself while staring at the back of her head.

But the only thing Navarro offered you was a slow nod.

“I would've answered to you.” You confessed, blood rushing to your cheeks.

It was true. If Navarro called you you'd pick up the call without a second thought, the idea of hearing her voice enough to make you push past initial awkwardness.

She paid no mind to you, didn't even spare you a glance yet you were standing here like an idiot, essentially begging for her forgiveness. You bit your lip, cheeks burning with shame.

“I know. That's why I didn't call you” The words came out quick. Too quick. Her own eyes widened and she immediately turned to face you, obviously surprised that she let those words slip out.

You just stared at each other for a long beat, not sure what to say.

“That sounded wrong, I didn't mean it like t—” She attempted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted, the burning in your cheeks was now a product of anger.

She sighed, running a hand through her buzzed head but her lack of response only fuelled your anger.

“What am I inconveniencing you by coming here? By talking to you?” You asked, not expecting an answer before continuing “I'm sorry Navarro, I thought we were fucking friends!” 

“We are!” Navarro began, attempting to approach you. You could see the remorse in her eyes but you couldn't stand here anymore, the stinging in your eyes becoming unbearable

No, you weren't going to cry here, you weren't going to fall this low.

“Clearly we fucking weren't!” You spoke as you walked to the ladder, climbing down without missing a beat. “Cause it looks like all I fucking was, was Bjorn’s girlfriend that you had to put up with” 

“That's fucking bullshit!” Navarro argued but it didn't matter anymore, you were going down faster, getting out of her eyesight.

The girl walked closer, looking down at you from the gap on the floor but you refused to look up.

“Y/n you can't seriously believe that shit!” Navarro's desperate voice echoed in the ship and as the elevator got closer to the surface of the ship, you jumped down with a loud thud. 

You don't remember how you got out of there. You don't even remember what stupid excuse you came up with to tell the supervisors but you remember Navarro trying to call out your name. 

The moment you got home you tossed your clothes to the ground and got inside the shower.

The moment the water fell on your burning body you felt the walls around you crack. With a choked sob your tears started flowing.

Navarro was special, she was special to you. And you thought you were special to her too.

The way she talked to you, the way she comforted you, the way she looked at you.

When you laid in your bed feeling small and pathetic and a like fucking moron for believing that you weren't just Bjorn's ‘friend’ and now ex all this time.

[cjsarchive]

Can I get a Erik x gender neutral reader confession fix please? It doesn't have to be long or anything

So so sorry this is took so long, Anon! I’m not the best at writing Erik, but I do hope you enjoy this!

Autumn Leaves-Erik x Reader

It was autumn, the leaves were falling off the trees into our path on the ground. Erik and I were going for a walk around the neighborhood, both of us sipping on warm drinks to help combat the chill. I don’t know what it was about him, but I always felt so comfortable whenever I was with Erik, even with his very flirty demeanor. He always treated me like royalty, even though we weren’t together. It was pretty much inevitable that I would fall for him. He always made me feel like I was significant. But after a talk with James where he told me that demons don’t really understand love, it pretty much diminished any hope I had that we would ever be together. Yet, my feelings for him never diminished as he could make me smile simply with his presence.

Eventually, we found a bench to sit on as we continued to sip on our drinks. The setting sun and the leaves falling all around us made for a pleasant atmosphere. I couldn’t help but shiver in delight.

“Highness? Are you feeling cold? If you need to cuddle with me to keep warm, you know I’m always willing.” Erik said with a smirk as he scooted closer to me.

I blushed slightly. “I was shivering because I’m happy,” I giggled, “I like being here with you.”

Erik chuckled softly, “I couldn’t agree more, highness. Time with you is always well spent.”

My face heated up even more at his words, I playfully rolled my eyes, “Ugh, you always know how to make me blush.”

“I swear I only speak the truth. You’re so cute when you blush, highness.” Erik’s said so easily. I blushed even more before I looked away, avoiding his eyes to look at the sunset. I heard him chuckle before he looked towards the sunset as well.

I felt at ease as I watched the colors of the sky shift and change as the sun went down. “The sunset really is amazing,” I sighed happily.

“Yes, however, it is in no comparison to how breathtaking you are, highness.” Erik said softly.

I prepared to look over to see Erik with his usual smirk, however, when I looked over at him, he was gazing at me, his smirk melted into a genuine smile.

I smiled softly, “How could I not fall for you when you say things like this?” I said, not realizing what I had just said. It wasn’t until Erik looked at me in surprise when I realized what I just told him. I gasped and looked away as my entire face heated up despite the chill outside.

“I-I didn’t mean to say that! Just ignore it.” I said, cringing at myself. Why did I say that?! I avoided his eyes. There was silence for a moment. ‘I just had to go and make the situation awkward.’ I thought to myself.

Suddenly, I felt my hand being lifted up and a pair of lips kiss over my knuckles. I looked over to see Erik looking at me with his lips still on my hand.

“Erik?” I said breathlessly, feeling flustered from his kiss, but also confused at the display of affection.

He continued to gently rub his thumb over my knuckles as he spoke, “It truly astounds me…the way you accept me and continue to show me so much kindness and affection. Highness…you’ve felt like a dream to me ever since we met. Sometimes I forget that you’re human. You’ve captivated me more than any demon in the abyssal plains ever had.”

My eyes widened as my heart pounded in my chest. I almost felt like I was floating as I took in his words. I looked into his eyes and saw a sense of admiration and hope in them.

“I’ve grown so fond of you and, If I may be so forward, I must say that… I’ve fallen in love with you, and I promise to give you everything you deserve as your boyfriend.”

I gasped softly at his confession of love. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, It felt like my heart was trying to beat out of my chest. I was floating, then an anchor pulled me back down to earth. Erik was my anchor. I didn’t even realize the huge smile that had grown on my face.

“So, your highness, will you accept me as your boyfrie-“ Erik wasn’t able to finish his sentence as I threw my arms around his neck and laid a tender kiss on his lips. I felt Erik tense for a moment before he melted and wrapped his arms around me as well. The kiss slowly got more passionate as we poured our love for each other into it. I felt so warm and comfortable even while my heart was pounding, I never wanted to leave this feeling. I felt fireworks with Erik. I began combing my fingers through Erik’s hair as he playfully nippled my bottom lip, making me slightly giggle and smile into the kiss.

Eventually, the kiss slowed down and we pulled away from each other, both of us breathing heavier after how deep the kiss was. Erik brought a hand up and gently caressed my cheek, waiting for me to say something.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, “I love you, Erik.”

He held me close to him, “I love you too, highness.”

[blvodslut]

“You’re a real friend, Toji..”

Toji x reader | genre: SMUT

SYNOPSIS: you and Gojo have been together for a while now, but lately things aren’t going really well for you two, so, you decide to ask to your boyfriend’s best friend for some advice…

WARNINGS: NSFW, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, corruption kink, manhandling, swearing, recording (with consent), mentions of voyeurism, overstimulation (reader is biologically a female), Toji is a manipulative asshole and reader is kinda naive. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

[please keep in mind that this is my first smut ff!! and english isn’t my first language, ty! ♡]

You and Gojo have been together for almost a year and your relationship had always been something that all your friends were jealous of; but lately, some things didn’t work out: the two of you didn’t have as much sex as you did in the first months of your relationship, well, if you had to be honest you’d say that you didn’t have sex at all anymore. You couldn’t understand why..maybe he was simply tired of you? he didn’t like your body anymore? he had already replaced you and was fucking other girls behind your back?…but there was one thing you were sure about: you loved him. That’s why you would have done anything to fix this problem.

The only person who knew Gojo more than you was Toji, his best friend. The two boys knew each other since high school and their friendship had always been characterized by some sort of rivalry in everything they did: who fucked more girls, who got better grades, who signed more points during the football matches..their friendship looked like a competition. By the way, in the end they did care about each other.

You knocked on Toji’s apartment door and waited for him to let you in. Suddenly the door opened: «y/n, what a nice surprise..come in beautiful» Toji smirked as he saw you. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt. You blushed a little bit and then smiled at him, entering the apartment. «what brings you here?» he asked while closing the door. «I need to ask you something- it’s about Gojo, actually- it’s about our relationship» you said, taking off your coat. Toji couldn’t help but look at your chest. «Uh..yea no problem, take a seat..you want a beer?» the man asked before going to the kitchen. «No, I’m good-» you tried to stop him, but it was too late.

«So, what’s wrong? you two seem to have the perfect relationship-» he said, chuckling a little before sitting on the sofa next to you. «well..it’s a little embarrassing but.. well, he’s the best boyfriend ever but he doesn’t want to- jesus I don’t even know why I’m here and why I’m talking about this with you..I’m sorry, this is ridiculous-» you said, standing up with the intention to leave. «y/n wait, it’s okay, I’m happy to help» he said, looking up at you. You sighed: «we don’t have sex anymore- and he doesn’t do anything about it! it’s like he doesn’t care! I tried to ask him what to do to spice things up, but he simply doesn’t seem to care!» now you looked more angry than worried. Toji raised his eyebrows, he was surprised to hear you talking about sex, you looked so innocent that ,sometimes, he suspected you were still a virgin. «so..you basically want me to tell you some of his sexual fantasies?» he asked before slowly getting up to get closer to you. You looked at him, blushing at his words: «I- I don’t know.. you know something that could help me?» you raised your eyebrows, curious to find out if there was something that could have improved your and Gojo’ situation. «maybe..do you want me to tell you? do you truly want my help?» he was looking at your eyes, smirking mischievously. At this point you were practically begging him to tell you something, and he couldn’t resist such a pretty pout.

«you know..he once told me that he would love to see you getting fucked by another man..» he confessed, biting his lip. You blushed, but you were also confused: Gojo had always been a jealous man, it would’ve been weird for him to get turned on by seeing you in someone else’s bed. «a-are your sure about it? he’s a jealous one..» «you asked for my help, you can leave if you don’t believe me» he said, putting his hands in his pockets. «No!- I’m sorry- I believe you- it’s just..weird» you said getting closer to him, begging not to make you leave. «then..how am I supposed to do that? I think I’ll talk to him about it..» you sighed, crossing your arms. «what? no- you’ll ruin the surprise if you tell him..why don’t you make a video and then show it to him?» he said, putting two fingers under your chin to make you lift your face. You didn’t know what to say at that point. «but- with who?-» you demanded. «well..it has to be someone you trust..and obviously someone you like and gets you tuned on» he caressed your face. You started to feel some kind of heat all over your body.

«Toji..could you please help me then? I trust you and-» you couldn’t even finish your sentence as he had already wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He lifted you to take you upstairs in his bedroom. That kiss was a really passionate one. Your lips were already reddish all over because of his rudeness. He dropped you on the bed. « take off your shirt.» he looked dead serious right now. While you were stripping he took off his shirt and took out his phone, and he started recording everything. He pulled down his pants, massaging his crotch still covered by the fabric of his boxers. «come on pretty girl..you know what to do.» you sat on your knees, looking directly at the camera before pulling down his boxers. You blushed. He was way thicker than Gojo. That thing wasn’t going to fit in your little mouth. «what? come on..open your mouth.» he pressed his tip on your lips, smearing pre-cum all over them. You parted your lips and he immediately thrusted reaching the back of your throat. You gagged as a reaction. He grabbed your hair and started to mercilessly thrust. «oh fuck..you’re so warm..» he bit his lip, and he kept going til you jaw was aching really bad. You were a mess: spit and juices all over your chin and watery eyes.

«smile for the camera..» he grabbed your face «such a pretty slut..» he spat right into your mouth. Toji leaned the phone on the closet in front of the bed before making you lie on your back. He lifted you skirt revealing your pink panties. «fuck doll..you’re soaked..sucking my cock made you this wet?» he chuckled, before pulling your panties down. «you have such a pretty pussy…perfect..Gojo is a lucky man» he teased your entrance with his tip. You gulped. «are you sure this is going to fit?-» you looked at his dick with a worried expression. He grinned, before thrusting all the way into you. You almost screamed, you felt like you were being teared apart. «oh fuck- you’re so tight..it’s true-Gojo doesn’t fuck you enough..» he bit his lip, trusting into you as he rudely grabbed your tits. His cock hit the perfect spots in your core, and oh dear..when he started to rub your clit, you felt as if you were in heaven. He was rude but at the same time it looked like you were the only thing he cared about. He started to go faster and you were reaching your climax. Suddenly, you squirted all over his cock, making a mess on him and on the bed.

«fuck- you look so innocent but you’re a whore aren’t ya? squirting on your boyfriend’s best friend’s cock..» he loved the view: you were devastated, but this only got him harder. You were really sensitive at this point, you know, you didn’t have sex for a while now. He kept going hard on you for a while until he started to feel like he was about to cum. «fuck- you’re sucking me in so good…ah- such a pretty slut- take all of this cum and don’t you dare spill a single drop of it you whore.» he was grunting and moaning in your ear as he came inside of you, hard. He got up to take his phone and get a good shot of your clenching hole, cum dripping out of it. «Gojo’s gonna love this…spread your lips for me baby..» he said, and you obeyed, showing your abused cunt.

That night, you planned to show the video to Gojo, thinking that maybe the problems between you two had finally reached an end, but it was just the start of it.

«Baby..I have something to show you..» you smiled, sitting on the bed next to your boyfriend. «uh, what is it doll?» he smiled, taking your phone in his hands, clicking play on the screen. You anxiously bit your lip.

He frowned «what the fuck?!»

Toji was curious to know how long he still had to wait before having to listen to you yelling at his face for having lied to you. Whatever, he absolutely didn’t regret doing it.

[syms-things-5]

Case Histories (*NEW version)

An Original Story based in part on BBC drama, The Split.

Series Synopsis: A talented small-town family lawyer, Grace Atherton, gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she is offered a job at prestigious Boston law firm, Rothman & Hale. She decides to give up the relative comfort and ease of her current working situation in favour of following a dream she’s had since she was a young law grad. She comes back into contact with old mentor and one-time flame, Andy Barber. As gifted as he is handsome, it becomes clear he’s been keeping an eye on her burgeoning career from afar. Just how much will this decision cost her?

*I had put this on the back burner for a long time but am picking it back up now as I was into the story but the writing was not the best. Let's see how this goes!

Chapter Warnings: A tiny bit of bad language, like one or two swear words.

Word Count: About 4k

CHAPTER ONE

Grace didn’t intend to spend thirty minutes sat in her car that morning. It was just that sometimes, annoyingly, it took her a while to build herself up for the day ahead.

No music, no truthful purpose for being sat in the same spot. She wasn’t nervous or anything like that; she would do the same if she was about to brave the local supermarket, or attend her son’s baseball match. It was just that she liked switching off from the world, for however short a time, and simply gathering her thoughts. Honestly, sitting in the car was the only quiet time she had to herself these days. Having a mental clear-out was what her friend, Clare, had told her, and that certainly made sense to her.

She took one final deep breath and gathered her belongings from the passenger seat. Glancing outside, she audibly chastised herself for forgetting her umbrella and after another minute or so, she finally vacated the quiet sanctity of her Nissan.

Everyone around her looked busy and important. And fashionable. This particular district of Boston had once been dubbed the “Centre of Power in New England” in an article in the New York Times that she’d read a couple of nights ago and now here she was: a working-class girl from the outskirts of Cambridge, carrying her own sandwich box and various key rings that had been gifts from her two children over the last few Christmases. She only hoped that if she carried her head as high as everyone else appeared to do, she too could give off an aura of belonging.

The deceptively long walk from her car to the building wasn’t doing anything to calm the nerves that were now building steadily inside her with every step she made across the bustling Square. Her mid-heeled shoes clacked along the spotless stone pavement as she dodged the various suits and briefcases that seemed to move in criss-crossing directions right in front of her. She regretted not wearing them in before today. She had no business wearing shoes like these but another friend, Amy, had convinced her otherwise and it wasn’t often that she splurged on something she considered to be so frivolous. She deserved it, she thought. Plus, her daughter liked them and Liv was the coolest person Grace knew.

“Miss Atherton! How are you this fine morning?” Came the breezy Texan lilt from behind the reception desk; ‘desk’ being entirely the wrong word for the glass fort currently staring back at her. “We’ve been expecting you. I’m so glad you managed to make it through all of the diversions in town. It is a nightmare, right? Hopefully, they fix the water pipes before this week is over.”

The tall, blonde, beautiful lady leaned her had to one side and smiled brighter than Grace had ever seen a human smile before. She appeared to have been waiting for her already and held out a metal key card for Grace to accept. Grace had to mentally check herself from staring at her for too long - she honestly could have been a model - before she gratefully took the card from her manicured hands. It was heavier than she was expecting, just slightly larger than a credit card, and with her full name and Letters embossed in a stylish matte black. There’s definitely no going back now, Grace thought.

“That will get you into the underground car park and your private bay is number 152. Don’t worry, they’re not arranged in any order of hierarchy or anything. I’m not actually sure why they number them in that way. It also gets you into the libraries if you need references, and the emergency lift if the fire alarms go off and you can’t use the stairs.” The lady leans in towards her like she’s gossiping about something she shouldn’t be. “Or even if you just want to have a nose around the floors. I do that from time to time myself, it’s good for building up those steps. Anyway, if you would like to follow me, I will show you to your office. It’s been redecorated for you. I think you’ll really like it and you’re the first to have the new Lineback, too.”

“Sorry, the new what?” Grace finally looks up from the card currently weighing her down as the lady moves further and further away from her and out of the lobby area

“The Lineback?” She turns around and takes a few steps back towards Grace. “It’s a new ergonomic desk chair. All the rage. It has a lever that can recline until you’re completely horizontal and then some. It’s supposedly good relief if you’re ever having a mental block.”

The lady nods eagerly but Grace isn’t quite sure what to make of all the information she’s just been handed in less than twenty seconds.

“They’re going to be investing in hundreds of them for the staff but this was a trial one and Mr Barber said you should have it in case you decided you wanted to run away after your first day with us.”

Grace chuckles nervously at the thought. “Well, that’s nice of him.”

“Tell me about it. When it arrived last week, we were all so jealous of you! Anyway, the lift is here. After you, Miss Atherton.”

The lady - Grace briefly considered it and settled on 26 years of age – extended her arm in front of her to guide Grace into the now-empty lift. She smiled broadly at her again before pressing the button for the 15th floor and neatly holds her hands in front of her like the professional she so clearly is. 

“Um, actually, it’s ‘Mrs’ but you can just call me Grace anyway.”

“My gosh,” She panics and looks genuinely remorseful. Grace immediately regrets bringing it up. “I am so sorry. I had to check your University Certification to make sure I spelled your name correctly for all of your files and for your office and I just saw ‘Atherton’ and assumed that was your maiden name. If you don’t mind me asking, you married when you were young?”

“That’s OK, it’s an easy mistake to make so don’t worry about it.” Grace shrugged it off. “And yes, I suppose we did get married quite young.”

She turned around to view the atrium gradually opening up before her very eyes. It spanned the floors as they moved smoothly up the side of the building. “This place is huge. I know it’s a large firm but still.”

“It took me about three months before I felt cool with knowing where everything was. Even now, I’m still not sure I’ve seen it all.” She moves beside Grace and they both silently take in the view falling below them.

They remain quiet as the floors continue to pass by and people looked as busy as Grace would expect them to be at this time of the morning. All fresh out of college and no doubt eager to please. She remembers her first job with a law firm, surviving on next to nothing except strong cups of coffee and onion bagels. That and nachos from a local Mexican take-away that no longer existed. God, she hadn’t eaten Mexican food in months. She’ll make a mental note of that for later.

“I didn’t catch your name by the way?” Grace asks, finally breaking the silence as the lift slows to a stop for their floor.

“It’s Evelyn but you can call me Evie.” She replies, grateful to be asked. Grace notices her visibly relax in front of her as the doors open again. “I gotta say, it’s nice to have a fresh face around here again. The bosses tend to stick to themselves if I’m honest with you. There’s hardly ever an opening for a new Associate so I think you’ll be something of a celebrity around here for a little while to come.”

There go the nerves again and Grace laughs apprehensively.

“No pressure then.”

*

“Your record is certainly impressive, Grace.” Jack nods, posing her a friendly and encouraging smile.

He has her portfolio laid out on the table between them but she doesn’t think he has looked down at it once since they sat down in the restaurant.

“The Sanders case you settled last year? The must have been a tough one. I knew his father from way back and I have to say if Benjamin was even half as ruthless as he was, you had a hell of a time settling as well as you did.”

Grace put her water glass down on the table after taking a sip.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I was just doing the best I could for her.”

“Don’t be too humble. I don’t know what our mutual friend has told you but I am not as brutal as you may have heard. I follow all kinds of cases from time to time, I like to scout out the next generation as they say, and I followed that one very closely. That was a very good win.”

If she had to guess, she would say Jack Hale was in his early fifties. He clearly kept himself trim and healthy if his recent front cover of The Atlantic was anything to go by. An avid cyclist and golfer, knowledgeable about whiskeys and Italian Opera music, and a one-time rumoured fling of a Tony Award-winner they didn’t explicitly name but everyone pretty much knew who they were talking about, Hale was easily one of the most formidable Divorce Lawyers of his generation. Or of any generation, truthfully.

Grace had been a fan of his since he fired Benedict Turner, the smarmy tech investor who sidled up to an equally untrustworthy politician in a bid to get a government contract. Said politician eventually pulled out of the Presidential race and Turner quickly found himself out of favour with the Execs in Washington. Despite countless rumours of financial impropriety and dodgy tax filings, the thing that finally managed to get him kicked off his own board was getting his nanny pregnant for a second time and trying to blame his wife’s teenage son.

Jack pretty much risked 60 years of the near-perfect reputation that Rothman & Hale had built up in favour of doing what he thought – knew – was the right thing to do. Despite losing millions in commission from that single case, not to mentioned the vague threats from Turner himself, the tens of millions he subsequently brought to the firm as well as the priceless PR more than made up for it.

Whatever you called Jack Hale, you could never doubt his integrity, and Grace liked that.

“Oh no, he didn’t say anything of the sort.” She gently waved her hand in his direction in an attempt to laugh his comment off without, she hoped, looking like she had just told him a blatant lie.

“I think you’re being too kind again.” Jack chuckled.

He leaned in and smiled at her. It was a smile as though he had known her for years and that perhaps they were sharing some deep secret between one another.

“Believe me, Andy loves nothing more than winding me up.” He spoke, quietly. “And speaking of the devil…”

Just as Grace was about to turn around in the direction Jack was now looking, Andy appeared in her peripheral view as if by magic. It seemed befitting of him somehow.

“Mr. Andrew Barber, the greatest accomplishment of my career. I wondered when you would finally make it.” Jack joked as he held out his hand to him in a semi-professional manner.

Grace watched as Andy raised an eyebrow at him before playfully batting his hand away.

“What did I tell you?” Jack smirks at Grace as he sits down again in the leather armchair.

“What’s he been saying about me?” Andy quickly looks between Jack and Grace. “Probably 40% of it isn’t true.”

“He said you are going to be a nightmare to work for.” Grace maintains as serious an expression as she possibly can manage under the circumstances. The playful glint in her eye is something Andy instantly recognises.

“Ah, you were right, Andy. She’s going to fit right in.”

*

Grace couldn’t believe she was finally here.

It had been almost two months since the contract from Rothman & Hale had arrived on her doorstep by courier and she had awoken every day since wondering if and when the offer would be retracted. Possibly, they would realise their mistake and opt to hire some legal genius from Manhattan or Los Angeles instead. Perhaps someone with two surnames and who happened to be the scion of a former Senator.

Everyone had told her she was being ridiculous, that she firmly deserved the job and promotion, but something still didn’t sit quite right with her. Even now with her name adorning letterheads, the wide-open space and the ash-grey carpet that felt so soft she could feel it through the soles of her shoes, she was waiting for someone to tell her they had made a mistake and please could she leave the building without making a scene.

“I think I could fit my entire apartment inside your office.” Evie’s soft tone broke through Grace’s blank space, snapping her back into the room.

Her office. This would certainly take some getting used to. Grace had had to share her last office with another lawyer and a Paralegal, and there was one single lock and key to get in and out of the building. The three months it apparently took Evie to familiarise herself with the place was looking further and further out of Grace’s reach now.

She dropped her bag by the side of her new desk before spying the antique coat hanger by the inside of the door. Spotless glass shelves ran the length of one wall in front of her and the wall behind her desk, a few law texts already decorating them both. The door already had her name plaque screwed tightly into the front of it, steadfastly there as though she had been working here forever. It would be rude to leave now, Grace pondered; if only because it would take some poor soul hours to take the plaque off again.

Running her fingers across the smooth finish of her new desk, she sits down on the recliner and immediately understands what all the fuss is about. She dares not to pull the lever in case she never gets back up again but cannot believe such a comfortable thing exists.

“I told you.” Evie winks knowingly. She takes a step further into the office.

“I don’t want to take up too much more of your time. Can I get you some coffee or tea?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine but thank you for offering.” Grace smiles gratefully. “I think I’ll sort my things out and then perhaps find the staff room if you have one?”

“Not exactly but we do have a number of quiet spaces on each floor. There’s lots of comfortable chairs and coffee machines. Plenty supply of fresh fruit and sweet treats, too. Angela on 13th is a diamond baker. She’s single-handedly responsible for the five pounds I have put on since working here.” Evie grins at her, proudly. “There’s pretty much whatever you want but let me know if you get lost or need something specific. My number is on the card in front of you and my mobile is on me at all times.”

She gestures to the grey clip on the desk beside the keyboard and sure enough, Grace spies the numbers all clearly laid out for her.

“There’s also a tech number there if you have any issues with your login details. If you ask for Martin, he’s usually the quickest to respond.”

“Thank you, that’s good to know.”

“Well, I shall leave you to it!” Evie turns and makes her way out of the door. “Welcome again, Grace. I really hope you enjoy it here. It’ll be nice working with you.”

Grace feels her cheeks warm from the kind words and she nods gently in appreciation.

The view out of the window covers most of the Garden Society, already in full bloom for this time in Spring. She can just about make out Fenway Park in the nearside distance, plus part of the University where she had studied what feels like years ago. She wondered if it would be considered unprofessional to snap a quick picture on her phone and send it to Dan and her father. And any other man in her life come to think of it. Fuck, her mother would be so unbelievably proud of her right now.

“Knock, knock.”

Grace turns around from the window to find Andy casually leaning against the doorframe, all business in his dark grey suit and neatly trimmed beard but with an all too familiar smile crossing his ridiculously youthful features.

How had he managed not to age in the years since they had last seen each other? It was almost offensive, she thought. He clearly had a skin routine, the thought of which made her grin sheepishly to herself in a way that made her quickly look down at the floor so as to avoid him catching on.

“Are you settling in OK?” he asks, putting the question about why she was looking at him funny to one side for a moment. He was genuinely interested in her answer and not just asking for asking’s sake.

She purses the smile on her face and looks back towards him, before nodding gently.

“Yeh. Yeh, I think so,”

She might actually mean it now, she thinks.

“Cool,” he replies, pleased with the answer.

He moves away from the doorframe, hands still firmly in his pockets, and enters her office. He takes a look around as though he is only seeing it for the first time and has not, definitely not, been venturing in and out over the past two weeks making sure the decorators hadn’t tampered with the angles of her desk or dirtied up her bookshelves in any way.

If there was one thing he had remembered after all this time, it was that she couldn’t live with mess of any sort. So neat and tidy was she, the neatest person he had ever known, that a few of her traits were still engrained on him even now.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” He apologised, turning to face her from the front side of her desk. “I had a call that dragged on a little longer than expected, otherwise I would have met you downstairs.”

Grace looks up from taking some papers out of her bag.

“Don’t worry about it. Evie showed me in and gave me…” She locates the key card in front of her. “…this?”

“Ah, the screwdriver.” His eyes grow wide in amusement. “Yeh, you do not want to lose track of that thing.”

She gives him a confused expression but he just laughs.

“It’s what we call the security card. It gets you in everywhere, does everything, and you’ll be pretty lost without it. Apparently, it’s a Doctor Who reference? Anyway, if I only tell you one thing of use today, it’s not to lose that thing.”

“Right, got it.” She looks at it again and it suddenly feels heavier in her hand than it did before.

Andy moves towards the window while she opens her bag and pulls out her mobile phone. They’re comfortably quiet for several minutes, the silence only broken by whatever she pulls out of her bag next.

He must have looked out of this window a thousand times before today, but he still never feels less than amazed. This office was a good one, one of the most coveted on the floor, and it looked even better now that it had her in it.

“I made sure you got Fenway.” He says, nudging his head in the direction of the stadium. “I figured your Dad would appreciate it.”

She smiles appreciatively as she takes in the view again. Truly, it was awe-spiring and, as if he had somehow managed to read her mind, he nods to a spot behind her, indicating the small, round button on the wall behind her chair.

“That’s if you ever need to lower the blinds. You’ll get amazing sunlight on this side of the building.”

She’s extremely grateful she doesn’t have to ask someone about that in case it wound up being embarrassingly obvious, as these things tended to be in her experience.

“I’ve been here so long now but I don’t think I will ever get bored of this view. Sometimes, it’s almost a little too distracting.”

“Yes, I bet.” She agrees.

She takes a couple of small framed photographs from her bag and turns around to the shelves behind her.

Andy watches her position the frames in one order, rearrange them for a minute, before settling back on the original set-up, confident she has made the right choice. Even before she considered the texts and books to the side of where she’s standing, he knew she would prioritise the personal items.

“What’s this?”

Andy grabs for the small, blueish, nondescript object she had put on her desk. It’s heavy and made of clay and he thinks it’s meant to be an elephant of some kind but he doesn’t get the chance to figure it out before Grace comically snatches it from his hand and places it on the shelf beside the photographs.

“It’s a pen holder.” She replies, as though that should answer all of his questions.

He watches a fond smile light up her face. She seems very proud of it, whatever “it” was supposed to look like.

“It was a Mother’s Day gift from Sam.” She clarifies after reaching his eye-line again. “He made it in his art class.”

“Ah, the kiddies.” He bows his head slightly before looking back up at her through his eyelashes.

She couldn’t be sure exactly but something about that one look made her feel like she was 20 years old again.

“Yeh. Kiddies. You dodged that bullet, right?” she teases him.

“Well,” He half-shrugs nonchalantly, glancing more closely at the photographs. Sam and Olivia are in one of them, someone else he sort of recognises in another. “Sometimes these things don’t work out. Probably for the best.”

“Hmm.” She smirks knowingly at him and he reciprocates.

“By the way, as nice as this is, that corner suite of yours?” she asks. “How much money do I need to make the firm before I get one of those?”

“You need to sleep with Maria in HR.”

He didn’t miss a beat.

She purses her lips at him for a moment, the silence covering the entire room. Is he joking? She recognises this feeling from countless conversations they had shared years earlier, never entirely sure if or when he was being serious.

He pretends to stare intently at the photograph of her two children knowing full well Grace is staring at him and waiting for her own clarity. After another second, he turns his head slightly to look at her again, his expression not shifting. She rolls her eyes before turning back to her bag.

“Call it my blue elephant thingy.” He continues. “You’ll never need to know.”

He was frustrating then and apparently very little has changed.

“OK, out. I need to actually do some work before Jack regrets giving me this job.” Her tone is suddenly more serious as she retrieves a couple of manila files, the remnants of cases she had collected while on “gardening” leave.

Part of the job offer was dependent on her bringing these cases with her but she wasn’t sure if Jack was joking about that or not. They were only small cases after all, perhaps a five-figure settlement at the most. She was surprised he would see the value in them.

Andy watches her warmly as she busies herself with her desk, moving her silver pen to the side of her keyboard before deciding against that choice and moving it right back. Another photo of her children rests just to the side now and he knows it’ll remain there forever more.

After a beat, he takes the hint and makes his way back towards the door before turning back to face her again.

“It’s really great to see you, Gracie.” He smiles genuinely.

She looks up and sees him, as relaxed and as self-assured as he was the day she first saw him. He hadn’t changed much at all.

“It’s good to see you, too.”

*

[starlostastronaut]

DAY 07 | BUT A TROUBLEMAKER GIRL

PAIRING: seo changbin x reader

GENRE: crack, fluff

WC: 0.76k

CW: attempt at humour, playful banter/insults (they're besties so its fine haha)

PROMPT: "your hand looks heavy, can i hold it for you?"

i picked out the prompt and my first thought was "from how many things can i make fun of?" lol. so this is where it ended. i honestly have no explanations for this, so just enjoy haha <3

title from troublemaker - olly murs

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"Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?”

You almost choked on your drink when you heard that. When your cough had eased enough for you to be able to speak, you managed to get out a strained “What?” before you launched into another fit, though this time it was a laugh.

“Have you calmed down now?” Changbin grumbled after having to listen to your laugh for another few minutes. If you were to ask him, he would swear the last two minutes were only pretended, because no human could possibly laugh for that long.

“I’m sorryyy Binnie,” you said, wiping imaginary tears from your face. However, upon seeing his unpleasant expression, you straightened your back and stopped the charade. "Yeah, I’m done. Sorry,” you muttered, this time truly meaning it. You didn’t think he took it that seriously, but apparently he did after all, which made you feel genuinely sorry. Sometimes you would simply take your jokes too far without realizing it. “It’s just… since when do you use pick-up lines?”

In the years of knowing Seo Changbin, you had never heard him say a single pick-up line. Sure, Changbin never passed up an opportunity to shamelessly flirt with just about anyone, but he never resorted to something so “primitive” (as he himself once said) like pick-up lines. That was more up Bang Chan’s alley.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Chan-hyung swears it works. He said the fans go crazy whenever he uses one.” He gave you a curious look. “You’re our fan too. Why didn’t it work?” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite the situation you found yourself in, the sight of him sitting like that opposite you was just so adorable. Of course, you would never admit it to him, but the thought was still there, making you smirk before you caught yourself.

You opted for standing up from the couch and going to refill your glass, not wanting your face to betray you, given the fact that Changbin was taking this situation seriously, at least to a certain degree.

“My dear Changbin, you’re forgetting one very small but also very important detail,” you called from the kitchen. While waiting for a response, you opened the fridge to take out a bottle of juice.

“What, that I’m not Chan-hyung?”

“No! Well… I mean yes, but that’s not my point,” you yelled back and put the juice back. Walking out of the kitchen, you stopped at the door and leaned your side on the doorframe, with a clear view of Changbin still pouting in the other room. He didn’t exactly look like he had figured it out yet, so it was up to you to give him the hint. “Do you know what the difference is between me and a regular STAY?”

He shook his head and looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

“I’ve met your dumb asses.”

With a smile on your lips, you watched Changbin’s reaction. As if it were slow motion, he furrowed his brows in confusion, but then it got replaced by annoyance. “Yah! What do you mean by that?” he shouted, but there was only pretend anger present in the tone of his voice. You got pretty good at guessing when he was joking, and right now you were sure you were both on the same page.

“That any fan who would spend just a day in the presence of any of you would think twice before falling for you,” you answered with an innocent grin and drank from the glass, making it seem like a neutral conversation. Which it was, theoretically. There was no real malice behind your words, you just enjoyed teasing your best friend.

“Or you just have poor taste, because Stray Kids are totally boyfriend goals,” Changbin retorted, raising an eyebrow as if saying “what’s your response to that, huh?”

But you were ready for him. You two bickered so often that your replies were basically autopilot. Without missing a beat, you scoffed. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.” With a victory smirk, you watched Changbin freeze. He was trying to think of some witty reply, but it seemed like you got him there.

“Wait a minute, doesn’t Jeongin have that friend from school who is also a STAY?” Changbin asked after a moment of silence. You just looked at him, head tilted to the side and confusion written all over your face. “Let’s call them and settle this once and for all,” he explained, already standing up and going to his room for his phone.

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[yuikomorii]

Ayato used to be special, that’s true but now? He pretty much lost the personality that made him stand out. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

No offense here but one thing I hate about dating sims is when the guy starts worshipping the MC to the point that they always do as she says whether if that’s wrong or right.

I can remember the times Ayato got in troubles due to trusting Yui’s words too much or caring too much about her comfort when more serious issues were around and I swear there is even a ‘I will build a castle for you’ scene ??? that made me cringe so bad

I don’t get what this fandom got with simps, it’s none of my business tho but that’s not even funny at this point anymore.

// No because at this point I’m convinced more than half of the fandom mischaracterizes Ayato so bad that I’m genuinely questioning whether you truly played the games/read the translations or you simply couldn’t care less about what you were playing/reading.

First of all, there is a distinction between worshiping and appreciating someone. Ayato treats Yui as an equal; he does not regard her as a goddess or an inferior, which is completely fine because this is the healthiest way for a relationship to function. He trusts her words so much because he loves her and believes in her abilities.

Secondly, Ayato didn’t lose his personality and if you went through his routes, listened to the serious CD dramas, read the official short stories + YB and paid attention to what’s written about him in the books, you would know that.

It was mentioned several times that Ayato’s true face is the one of a sweet and pure-hearted boy. Usually, when people hear the word “pure-hearted” they think of someone kind or innocent, but the term goes beyond that. Everyone can be kind sometimes, everyone was pure at some point and some still continue to be like that if life didn’t hit them hard enough but not everyone can be pure-hearted. Being pure-hearted ( 純情 ) means having a self-sacrificing devotion, helping and forgiving the ones who wronged you and empathizing with them. This perfectly describes Ayato because I swear, this boy is the King of Second Chances.

Even Rejet mentioned in the second picture that by touching the true side of Ayato, who always pretends to be strong, you will fall in love with him.

That’s actually a true statement and I can clearly see why he’s the apple of Yui’s eye because Ayato is by far the most hardworking and ambitious Diaboy and the fact he would do anything to make his girl happy, even starting to study in order to get into college (although part of his trauma has to do with it since Cordelia mercilessly punished him every time he refused to study), adds +100 respect points.

The "I'm gonna build a castle for you!" scene from his MB After Story wasn’t cringe at all; he was just trying to show Yui how grateful he is to have her by his side all the time. He didn't expect her to get a job too; he simply wanted to be the one who worked so as she could live a happy life and fulfill his role as her husband.

In the official after story of the MB After story (translated by Koiiro), Ayato stopped skipping classes at college so as to make Yui proud. He’s trying his best to be a better person just for her and if you still find THIS cringe, then… that’s on you.

Last but not least, it’s true that Yui’s decisions aren’t always the best but instead of blaming her for making dumb choices and Ayato for trusting her, why not blame the person who put them in an uncomfortable situation??

[itspikamefan]

INCORRECT QUOTES... INCORRECT QUOTES EVERYWHERE (More potential Spoilers ahead)

(Probably will do a 'full' fic of One Right Move that'll be like 3-4 parts but for now have more lazy incorrect quotes)

Hiroaki, to the class: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you're doing it all wrong. Okazaki: I'd like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals. Sasaki: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying. Hiroaki: If you can't beat them, dress better than them Okazaki: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'... Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way. Kamimura: I think my guardian angel drinks Hiroaki: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I'm actually bi. (Not Hiroaki and Okazaki making up 90% of the Incorrect Quotes... Anyways moving on) Yanagi: *Walking in to the dining hall* Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Hiroaki: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS. Okazaki: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Tamba: ...Don't you mean 'cards'? Okazaki, pulling Knives from her sleeves: No I do not. Yanagi: I prevent a murder today. Hayashi: Really? How? Yanagi: Self control. Hiroaki: *Stubs their toe* FUCK! Ojima: Mind your language! Hiroaki: What the hell else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”?!? Ojima: Hiroaki You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes. Harada: God, give me patience. Hiroaki: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Harada: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead. Harada, pointing a camera at Chiba: There she is, our sweet baby. Chiba, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-? Kuneyasu, going over Okazaki's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. Okazaki: Yes Kuneyasu: Okay...may I know what you create? Okazaki: Problems. Hasegawa: I think I'm falling for you. Kamimura: Then get up. Okazaki: Look at the buns on that guy! Isono: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns* Sasaki: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Okazaki: I'M NOT GOING BACK TO JAIL!!! Hama: I told Chiba their ears flush when they lie. Harada: Why? Hama: Look. Hama: Hey Chiba! Do you love us? Chiba, covering her ears: No. Harada: ....

Wada: Well, remember when Isono made a romantic dinner for me? Watari: Wada, she microwaved you a pizza. Chiba: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Harada: Awwww, you're so adorable! Give me a hug~ Chiba: Wh- What? NO, YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Hama: recording: This is so cute. Harada, in Hama's bed: What time is it? Hama: I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out Hama: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Sasaki: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING?!?! Hama: It's 2 am. Hiroaki: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night. Watari: You were flirting with Ojima. Hiroaki: So what? He's my boyfriend. Watari: You asked him if he was single. Hiroaki: Watari: And then you cried when he said he wasn't. Tamba: Where's Hiroaki? Watari: Don't worry, I'll find him. Watari, shouting: OJIMA SUCKS!!! Hiroaki, distantly: OJIMA IS THE BEST, FUCK YOU!!! Watari: There he is. Tsuno: Harada isn't answering his phone... Hama: I'll call him. Tsuno: Me and Sasaki both tried calling 6 times! What makes you think- Harada: Hello? Ojima: Isn't it weird that we pay money to see other people? Wada: Plane tickets? Yanagi: Concert tickets? Hiroaki: Prostitution? Ojima, holding his broken frames: Glasses. Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Hama: Shit. Okazaki: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Harada: OH MY GOD CHIBA FELL OFF!!! Harada: Hama, I'm sad. Hama: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay. Hasegawa: Kamimura... I'm sad. Kamimura, nodding: mood. Ojima: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Hiroaki: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Ojima: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Hiroaki: But I heard a siren. Hayashi: That was Wada. Wada: Sorry, I got nervous. Kamimura: How did none of you hear what I just said? Ojima: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Wada: I got distracted about halfway through. Okazaki: Ignoring you was a conscious decision. Tsuno: You know those things will kill you, right? Hama, pouring another glass of whiskey: That's the point. Chiba, smoking a cigarette: We're trying to speed up the process. Harada: * Nods while eating raw cookie dough* Monomoko: What do you want then? Chiba: Er… something work-related. Monomoko: What department is this? Chiba: Sorry? Monomoko: Well, if it's work-related you'd obviously know what department this is. What department is this? Monomoko: * looks at Harada and Hama* Some sort of homosexual department? Tsuno: How would you like your pancakes? Harada: Plain. Chiba: With sprinkles! Sasaki: Chocolate chips. Wada: Potatoes. * Chiba, Sasaki, and Harada look at Wada* Wada: What? They're good. Tsuno: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Isono: 'Prettiest Smile' Harada: 'Nicest Personality' Yanagi: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Hayashi: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one' Harada: Bye Hama! Bye Chiba! Bye Okazaki! Bye Wada! Bye Hama! Chiba: You said 'bye Hama' twice. Harada: I like Hama... Kamimura: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do? Sasaki: Have everyone stand. Tsuno: Bring three more chairs! Hiroaki: The most important ones can sit down. Okazaki: Kill three. *The cast's thoughts on stabbing* Wada: *Would never stab anyone.* Isono: *Would stab someone in retaliation.* Hiroaki: *Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.* Hayashi: *Would stab without warning.* Okazaki: *Would stab as a warning.*