#the um. well. sappy romance. i need it

[fruityumbrella]

i want to WRIIIIIITE. can my fuckass parents go overseas again i cant dissect internalised homophobia while youre sitting in the same open plan room

[imtrashraccoon]

This one was slightly tricky to write and I spent several days just writing dialogue whenever I was able to lol. Oh well, it's still something I'm proud of.

By the way, I think I'm going to call this "Have Some Empathy, Dear" and I have already started posting it on AO3. Some of you have already found it lol! There's additional lore bits that I'll probably post over there if you're curious.

CW: Not sure if this is needed, but there is some mentions of toxic family dynamics in this chapter. Classic family favorites one child over the other and makes negative comments about them as well.

@owl-bones

First Day & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Romance

Word Count: 2,087

You'd seen Axe a few times ever since the day you met him in the forest. Somehow, he'd figured out where you lived but had completely dodged the question when you asked how. You kind of just let it go after that as it was nice hanging out with someone after a long day of work.

Yeah, a smart person would've avoided the obvious red flags... Not that you weren't smart, maybe just selectively blind.

He seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, despite the mildly unsettling habits he had, like the fact that he tended to stare at you for long periods of time. It was like he had scary dog energy but without all of the bite, at least towards you anyways.

Today was a you day. No errands that needed to be run, no one requiring you to be at work, and no chores to do around the house. It was just you and the latest episode of your favorite historical romance show. The last episode had ended on a cliffhanger and you were dying to see if Madam Fratchurine accepted Duke Von Gossimer's proposal or not.

You were only halfway through the episode, without a clear answer to the 'Will they, won't they?' question, when a sharp knocking sounded on your front door. Pausing the episode with a frown, you emerged from your blanket cocoon to see who was outside.

Taking a peek through the peephole, your mild annoyance quickly evaporated when you recognized the person on the other side. Barely sparing a thought on how presentable you were, you unlocked and swung open the door to greet them.

"Axe! Um, hi! I, uh, didn't expect to see you today..."

He quirked a bonebrow when you nearly stumbled over your words and his smile morphed into one of mild amusement. You could feel how warm your cheeks had grown all of the sudden and glanced down at your socks.

Clearing your throat, you tried to start over. "Sorry, why don't you come in? Although I should warn you that I've been relaxing all day so the apartment might be a bit messy." You moved to the side so he could step over the threshold rather than remain standing awkwardly outside your door.

Axe chuckled and his eyelight briefly flicked past you into the hallway. " 's no problem, i didn't let you know beforehand. sorry about that..." he responded. He nearly had to duck his skull in order to come inside but thankfully the doorframe was still a few inches taller than he was.

You gathered up the fuzzy blanket you'd been snuggling in and quickly folded it up to make the room slightly less messy. While you were at it, you straightened the sofa cushions and deposited your blanket on the coffee table for now.

"heh, i didn't think you'd be the type to watch sappy stuff like this," Axe commented.

"Huh?" You glanced over and realized he'd noticed the still paused episode. "Ah, well... It's a bit of a...guilty pleasure of mine."

He glanced at you out of the corner of his left eye socket with a look that seemed to suggest amusement. You flushed and quickly looked away from him.

"I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic..." you muttered. "The idea of finding your one and only? It was just a thing I fixated on when I was younger I guess."

"nothin' wrong with that," Axe said quietly. "a lot of folks look forward to meetin' someone special like that. soulmates or somethin'... i don't really care, but i suppose it would be nice. i'm sure it would all work out though."

You nodded slowly, "I guess so... Honestly, I kind of envy how carefree you are about it."

"well, i'm not in a hurry to settle down right now," he responded with a shrug.

He was right in a way. There was no hurry to find someone and you could always focus on your career in the meantime. Although growing up, there was always the pressure to find someone quickly so you could be taken care of and give your parents a couple of grandchildren. It was "The least you could do," your mother had said.

Of course, you'd then struggled with a string of bad relationships ever since getting out of high school. Not only had you gotten attached really fast whenever a guy ever showed you any modicum of attention, but you also weren't great at standing up for yourself. Your relationships never lasted longer than a few months and while you'd since learned what mistakes not to make, you were starting to wonder if you should swear off dating altogether.

"so, uh, other than shows like this," Axe motioned to the tv, bringing you out of your thoughts again. "what else do ya like to do?"

"Well, I read occasionally and have a small collection of fantasy type books. I used to be part of my school's chess club but I haven't actually had anyone to play against in a while."

You glanced around the living room before your gaze focused on two of your plants on the window sill. "Oh, I try to keep a few plants alive but I don't think I have much of a green thumb. I also like to press flowers or colourful leaves in the fall. They make some pretty collages but I have to make time to actually put them all together."

He nodded approvingly and studied the plants for a moment. "What kind are they?" he asked.

You pursed your lips in thought while you tried to remember. "The one on the left is a yellow Cala Lilly and I think the other is called a Christmas Cactus although it hasn't bloomed since last year. I'm not sure why as it has sun and I haven't forgotten to water it." You shrugged and added, "It's otherwise thriving so I guess I'm doing something right."

"can't say i'm familiar with either of those types so i can't give ya any advice," Axe hummed softly. "i'm more familiar with the kinds of plants ya can cook with, like vegetables or herbs."

"Do you like to cook then?" you asked.

"i do," he answered with a slight nod. "it's somethin' i just really enjoy doin' i guess..." His singular eyelight was still focused on the plants by your window as he trailed off.

When he didn't elaborate further, you couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. His tone of voice seemed to hint at a deeper meaning to what he'd said and you didn't know if you should ask or not.

So, rather than potentially making things more awkward, you decided not to ask and instead to talk about something else. "You know, I like cooking as well. Although, I really only cook for myself so I have limited experience."

Well that certainly seemed to make him perk up. Axe turned to actually look at you and his eyelight flicked over you in a way that you thought was him sizing you up.

"limited experience or not, it's still an important skill to know. did ya teach yourself or...?"

You shook your head, "No, at least not completely... I learned the basics from my mother but everything else I had to learn through good ol' trial and error." You rubbed the back of your neck and quietly added, "Granted, it was mostly by error..."

Axe let out a short chuckle at that. There was clear amusement written across his skull once again, yet it didn't feel like he was making fun of you.

"that's good, sometimes the best way to learn is to actually try your hand at somethin'. or at least it's the best way i know to figure things out." He lightly scratched the right side of his skull, although you noticed how his phalanges nearly hooked into the empty socket as he did so.

"Maybe we could cook something together sometime then...?" you asked.

To your surprise, he nodded vigorously and his permanent grin quirked wider at the idea. "sure, that could be fun. 's not every day i have the chance to cook with others."

"Awesome!" you exclaimed and gave a bit of a victory fist pump. Axe chuckled again although it was more natural sounding this time, like he hadn't expected you to react with this much enthusiasm.

This conversation made you remember something all of the sudden that you had to share. "You know what's funny? One of the things my mother used to always tell me was, and I quote, 'You gotta find a man who can at least cook because you certainly can't!'" With an awkward chuckle, you added, "In hindsight though, I realize she wasn't actually joking..."

That had been a bad thing to say apparently. His expression flickered between discomfort and concern before settling on a slight frown. You could feel a familiar pit form in your stomach as you realized that you'd basically stuck your foot in your mouth.

Axe let out a heavy sigh through his nasal bone and couldn't seem to meet your gaze all of the sudden. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before finally muttering a response.

"your mother probably didn't have a guy who could pass for a slasher villian in mind..."

You felt bad for saying something so forward in the first place as it had clearly made him uncomfortable. So you resorted to damage control in an effort to ease tensions once again.

"Well, uh... I guess you're right... She also told me that drinking coffee stunts your growth, which I know isn't true now, but it still frustrated me when I was younger."

Well that got him to chuckle at least. He patted your shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be reassuring, although it did feel slightly patronising seeing as how tall he was.

"are ya sure that isn't true?" he asked in a tone that sounded like it was supposed to be sassy, although his deep voice did just the opposite.

You crossed your arms and huffed in annoyance. "It isn't! I don't even drink that much coffee compared to other people..."

"what other things did she tell you? any other gems?"

You frowned and shook your head. "Nothing very helpful... She used to be obsessed with my weight growing up and never kept any snacks in the house. If I ever mentioned I was hungry, she'd just tell me to go eat a handful of almonds or something."

You sighed and dropped onto the couch. Steepling your chin with your hands, you tried to take deep breaths to avoid getting all worked up over what had happened in the past. You felt bad that you'd nearly just dumped a bunch of your own trauma on Axe when he was basically a complete stranger.

The cushions shifted as he sat down next to you. You glanced over at him and rather than annoyance like you'd expected, he looked slightly concerned. You very rarely talked to anyone about your childhood as they never understood and brushed off your mother's rules as well-meaning. He didn't seem to be like any of the others though and you started to wonder if he actually understood you.

"I'm...not on good terms with my family...in general," you muttered.

He seemed surprised if the way his left eye socket widened was any indication. "how come?" he asked quietly. "family's pretty important, at least to me anyways..."

You shook your head slowly. "I really don't want to get into all of it right now... But, the short of it is my mother was basically what some people call an almond mom and my older sister was seen as the golden child. I was basically dirt in comparison to her and my entire family favorited her."

"i don't really understand..." Your heart sank but Axe continued speaking before you could try to explain. "but i can tell this is a sore spot for ya, so i won't push ya to explain anythin' else, okay?"

You gave him a stiff smile out of sheer relief. "I appreciate it..." you responded with a sigh.

In an attempt to talk about something lighter, you tried to change to subject. "Do you have any family?" you asked.

His skull visibly brightened, somehow, at your question and he grinned warmly. "yep, i got a younger brother and he's the coolest dude i know..."

[llycaons]

okay starting ch2!

ohhh mq pov!

paperbird talismans, tiger tallies – what else?

oh we know about those 😏😏😏

I really love mq pov. he's so uncertain and tangled up about his next course of action, and his deep-seated insecurity is complicating things even further

dark and lustrous amber.

what a nice description

“I’ll see you later.” Feng Xin smiles crookedly at him, a dimple showing on his honest, sun-freckled face. Mu Qing slams the door before anything indecent happens.

consumed by lust indeed hehe

Haven’t killed yourselves yet, I see.”

“Seeing you, I’m already halfway there,” Mu Qing retorts.

“There’s still time to make my day,” Hua Cheng’s coquettish sneer doesn’t budge.

god, they're so bitchy. making hc's first line hearken back his suicide bait past is so good

also it's so good that they show up like 'um can you help' and hc is like 'lol, no' and then they're like WELL. we tried!

Feng Xin slides him a plate of peeled orange slices, but he ignores it for the moment. Can’t be too eager with things like these.

UNWELL

hc and xl not being super sappy is FASCINATING. what roadblocks has their perfect romance run into? god I hope they're fighting <- has issues with the tgcf romance

also, hc and mq's standoff is great. hc hates opening up and shields whatever sorrow or fear he has with contempt and confidence. mq is worried for xl and his happiness, but doesn't really like hc

But is everything alright?” Mu Qing suppresses his survival instincts. “You’re not as… insufferable as usual.”

very very funny line

also, hc's black nail polish!!

“No,” the revelation douses Mu Qing like ice water down his spine. He covers his slack-jawed face, unable to hold back. “You’re not fighting; that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

oh he is so smart. conflict avoidance and constantly ignoring your own needs to serve your partner's WILL strangle a relationship!!!!

also it's a shame that xl doesn't feel like he can talk to mq and fx, some of his only friends and his oldest. that's what friends are for! and hc has literally nobody - isn't he lonely?

All I’ll say is that he l–” Mu Qing turns his head, unable to form the word. “Hm. He lo… He l–”

oh my god he is so unwell <3

“You can’t see eye-to-eye? Get him off the pedestal and try again.”

WHAT a good line damn. idolatry and worship are hardly the foundations for a heatlhy dynamic. now THIS is the good h/l shit

hc using virgin as an insult as if he wasn't also one for 800 years because he's an absolute weirdo. god I hate him

Feng Xin’s cheer falters. “Oh. That’s–you don’t really think that, do you?”

he's taking it so seriously...sweetheart...

OH BOY DISCUSSION QUESTIONS!

1. there are two adages left unfootnoted in this chapter. one is a common russian saying (thought by mu qing), and the other is from an american general (said by feng xin). can you find them?

TEACHER TEACHER I KNOW ONE!!

“No plan survives contact with the enemy.”

that's the american one. as for the russian one....I can't find it...😔

2. what do you think hua cheng and xie lian aren't fighting about?

I think they disagreed about something semi-significant and hc is refusing to actually share his opinion and just wants to defer to xl but it's important enough that it's putting strain on him and by extension their relationship and xl can tell and it's stressing him out but he's also trying to hide his feelings. because they are not a functional couple

do we learn? 👀

3. did you see the foreshadowings? :)

mq...being reckless? and the little ghost girl? THE TREE FALLING?? HMMMMM

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 9 - Kwazii, Peso, Dashi and Tweak and the moonstruck sea otter.

(I drew this as a joke) (dividers are by @/cafekitsune

Chapter Notes

Notes:

Lesson learned kids, never let Shellington look at full moons. also fuck yeah twashi <3 I love them sm the sillies! (Also just wanna add: Okay so I’d like to mention to that later in the chapter Shellington is intentionally out of character, in H2O when a character is moonstruck (which is when they stare at a full moon, see its reflection or if they see moonlight) they basically do and or say things they normally wouldn’t and the moon basically possesses them.)   (also sorry if this chapter is written kinda crackficy, I was feeling goofy af, I also wrote some of this instead of sleeping.) I hope y’all enjoy it though- I had a good time writing it though so I think that’s all that matters at the end of the day! Fic updates: I’m gonna finish up writing chapter 10 soon (I have a concept for it + some dialogue written) chapter 11 is almost complete, chapter 12 is complete and has been finished and read by me, chapter 13 has a scene written for it + a concept. And chapter 14 has a concept, it hasn’t been written much though and chapter 15 has been mostly written! (There’s gonna be a little time skip probably) I hope y’all will enjoy it :)

Kwazii and Shellington went to go pick up trash at the local beach, the sun was setting, they didn’t have much time.

“Hey Shellie, we gotta get back soon, I just wanted to let ya know” Kwazii reminded “got it!” Shellington replied, throwing some ziplock bags in a trash bag, knowing that if he didn’t a sea turtle or other creatures could’ve been harmed, the thought of that made Shellington quiver. 

However, the sunset began to diminish, making way for the starry, moonlight night. 

Soon the full moon was high in the sky, capturing Shellington’s attention, “hey Shellington we gotta-“ Kwazii cut itself off. Shellington had looked at the full moon!

•••

Later on: 

“Um… Kwazii… I think Shellington got moonstruck…” Peso mumbled, glancing at Kwazii “AH SHIT!” Kwazii bellowed “THIS IS MY FAULT. I LET HIM LOOK AT THE FULL MOON.”It admitted “what’s going on?” Dashi asked, glancing at the two.

“SHELLINGTON’S FUCKING MOONSTRUCK AND ITS MY FAULT!!” Kwazii shouted “Kwazii stop cussing! Tunip is right there!” Dashi scolded, pointing to Tunip, knowing Shellington wouldn’t be happy if he heard the Vegimals saying cuss words.

“Why is Kwazii screaming so much? What’s going on?” Captain Barnacles “I let Shellington look at the full moon…” Kwazii admitted, glancing down at his paws, ears flatted, their tail lowered in shame.

“What’s bad about that?” Captain Barnacles questioned “when merpeople look at full moons they basically become possessed and shit” Kwazii explained “ahem.” Dashi scoffed, pointing to the Vegimals “sorry Dashi..” Kwazii apologized.

“Okay. Good to know, we’ll need to keep an eye on him.” Captain Barnacles concluded before sitting down in one of chairs in the HQ.

•••

Peso and Kwazii had went to Shellington’s lab, which was a mistake. 

“KWAZII YOU CRAZY BITCH!!” Shellington screamed, holding up a foldable metal chair, who knows where he would’ve got it.

“Oh fuck-“ Kwazii meowed, giving Peso a glance of uncertainty “go get Dashi. I’ll deal with him.” Peso whispered into Kwazii’s ear “Shellington. Please put the chair down.” Peso requested in a gentle manner, “fine.” Shellington huffed, placing the chair on the floor. 

Peso knew he’d be one of the few people who could possibly get Shellington to calm down, well besides Dashi of course. Who’d been Shellington’s best friend since middle school.

•••

Kwazii scrambled down the hall to Dashi’s bedroom, he saw Tweak and Dashi watching some sappy romance movie that Dashi made Tweak watch. 

“DASHI!!! TWEAK!!! WE NEED HELP! SHELLINGTON IS MOONSTRUCK. HE ALMOST THREW A METAL FOLDING CHAIR AT ME AND CALLED ME A CRAZY BITCH!!!” Kwazii  yowled urgently, Tweak paused the movie and she had a confused look on her face, raising her eyebrow. 

“When mermaids look at full moons, come in contact with moon light or see the moon’s reflection they become possessed and shit.” Kwazii explained “yeah but what about the metal chair? Why did he do that? Did you upset him?” Tweak questioned, “i don’t think so..” Kwazii answered.

“Alright Kwaz, let’s go.” Tweak  directed, her and Dashi following Kwazii.

Shellington was yelling in gibberish, sitting on the floor. Peso not being able to understand, but at least trying it’s very best to help him, Kwazii, Tweak and Dashi bursted into the room.

Dashi sat on the floor with Peso and Shellington “hey Shells, how are you?” Dashi asked  “I feel like shit.” Shellington spat, turning away from them “maybe you should hug him. He might feel better” Dashi whispered into Peso’s ear, Peso giving them a thumbs up (penguin style) in response. 

Peso embraced Shellington in his flippers “Im only letting you do this because you’re my partner.” Shellington grumbled “now can someone take me to those fucking sea caves?” Shellington added as he had his head on Peso’s shoulder.

Kwazii glanced at Tweak “don’t take him to the sea caves alright matey? If you do he’ll be a fish for the rest of the night.” Kwazii whispered seriously “got it Kwaz.” Tweak replied, giving Kwazii a thumbs up.

“Sorry Shells, we can’t take you to the sea caves…” Dashi sighed “why not?!” Shellington demanded “because then you’ll be a fish for the rest of the night.” Kwazii mrrped. 

•••

Tunip and the vegimals could hear some talking from Shellington’s lab and were curious, they decided to investigate for themselves, Kwazii turned around to the door, only to see the vegimals peeping in. 

“Hey vegimals, you might not want to be in here right now… Your dad got possessed by the moon.” Kwazii advised, the vegimals looked confused but walked away.

“Alright Shellington, I think it’s time to get you to bed.” Peso concluded, dragging Shellington to its bedroom. 

•••

In the morning Shellington awoke, his memories from the night before scattered like puzzle pieces that had been dumped on a table. 

“Huh what happened ?” Shellington mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes 

“You got moonstruck. It got so bad that we had to get Dashi and Tweak to help us.” Peso explained 

“Yeah and you almost threw a metal chair at Kwazii and you called him a crazy bitch.” Dashi added 

“I WHAT- KWAZII IM SO SORRY.” Shellington pled “it’s okay matey. You were possessed by the moon.” Kwazii responded 

“This moonstruck stuff  is genuinely concerning” Tweak remarked, chomping on a carrot afterwards “anyway I think I have an invention that will help minimize it!” Tweak beamed “I’ll go work on it!” she smiled, going down the Octo-Chute. 

“I’m so sorry about everything…” Shellington began apologetically I wish I could control it damn it!” Shellington huffed “well hopefully we can find a way!” Dashi said optimistically.

[falthiere]

rambling abt neuvillette and furina under the cut bc i am so full of thoughts and i do not want to bother ppl w them

i am so unwell over them

ok so like i am admittedly someone who stans a lot of (harmless) m/f out of a potentially misplaced sense of bisexual spite. so like i love neuvifuri and the shippers have my full support (except for the really weird ones 😭) but i am kind of unsure abt how to feel abt them as a ship

i was definitely drawn to neuvifuri pre-4.2 because they had such a good and fun dynamic. neuvillette is kind of an anchor to reign in furina shenanigans, they’re essentially co-rulers, and they’re the only two in fontaine who share longevity and eternity. and the end of neuvillette’s story quest where furina leaves a note for him just made me feel so sappy. like furina can teach him things too!!!

which is what makes the reveal so heartbreaking. everything that would have ostensibly brought them together was actually things that further isolated furina. like the whole point is that furina was truly and utterly alone in her situation. and it’s so tragic to think that the person who would ordinarily have been closest to her was the one who hurt her the most

and it’s even MORE tragic that neuvillette’s one and only request for the “trap” was that it not hurt furina, and yet it still had to play out that way, traumatizing her deeply in the process!! and he couldn’t have known, so it’s wrong to villify him for doing so, but you can’t change the distance that it furthers between them

and then you have furina, living as a regular human, and the only two who know what she went through are neuvillette and the traveler. we have already seen how the traveler reacts to this (they’re a fucking asshole) but neuvillette really sympathizes with her when focalors tells him all of this. he um. he doesn’t say sorry at the end of the archon quest but i think he’s nice enough in her story quest so. you’re on thin ice buddy

the way i’ve phrased this makes it seem like i think of all of this negatively bc it doesn’t feed into my ship. pls let me clarify that’s not what is happening here. like their dynamic is so fucking good none of this is a complaint in the slightest bc this is all so much more compelling

now that furina has a human lifespan any romance between them is destined to end in tragedy, and i don’t think romance is really what furina needs right now? i mean maybe it would help idk but i think she just needs to do her own thing for a while. the only person who can understand what she’s been through is neuvillette but i don’t think she feels anything romantic for him

the more i write the more i kind of like unrequited neuvifuri on neuvillette’s side. it is so deeply funny and so deeply sad

idk where i was rlly going w all of this but i cannot stop thinking abt them romantically or platonically i need more of it. most importantly i need neuvillette to gently hold furina because SOMEONE has to and it might as well be him

[spaceyflowers]

HI ADRIEN!!! I hope you’re having a lovely day so far. 😩💓 TY FOR ALWAYS REBLOGGING, I LOVE YOUR TAGS AND I LOVE RRADING THE COMMENTS YOU HAVE. 🥰🥰🥰 I have a few questions for you, from a fellow writer! 😎🙌🏽

If you were to be sucked into the Lookism webtoon, what would your character be in the story?

Adding onto the first question as a Lookism character, who would be your main allies/friends and who would be your main enemies/foes? 😳

What is your favorite romance trope? 👀

Who is your favorite Lookism character to write for/write about?

Do you listen to music while writing/drawing? And if so, what do you listen to?

I hope this isn’t too much to ask. If it is, I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE. 😬🙏🏽 Wishing you a good rest of your day!! 😘

AWW HI CAT AKA FELLOW WRITER B] + OFC!! I HAVE "UNABLE TO SHUT UP" DISEASE SO IM GLAD U ALWAYS APPRECIATE MY WORDS 😭💖💖 (also apologies for answering this semi-late 💔)

speaking of my disease i went on quite a bit so im putting a cut after my first reply <3

my life in the lookism webtoon: realistically, i think i would be one of the j high student background charas who say funny one liners whenever humor is needed and then im never seen again JSHDJWJD

but if im allowed to be delusional then i want to be a member of big deal that plays an older sibling role to them like jake/sinu does 🫶 i think it'd also be nice to befriend some of the j high kids unknowingly lol

like i can imagine the j high trio showing up during the big deal vs workers arc and spotting me, going "hey, you're the nice person we meet at the cafe sometimes! you're a member of big deal?! you said you worked at a convenience store!" and im just like "well... i do work at a convenience store. on big deal's street. you guys never asked"

and ofc this means my main enemies would be gun, eugene/workers, and prob dg ^_^

fave romance trope: friends to lovers bc im such a sappy soft loser 🤞 also,, i was really sad when i saw u, day, and jann talking about friends to lovers being a bland trope a while ago but i understand 😭😭 i was going to say sumn but didnt want to be the "um ACTUALLY" guy 😭😭😭

anyways all i have to offer for what i had wanted to say is this 💔:

fave lookism chara to write for/about: hm... kind of a hard choice, but ironically i think it's probably my writing blog's top requested 3: james, gun, and jake. they're all starkly different compared to each other lol but their unique personalities are fun to write!! vin jin's also pretty fun to write bc of how obnoxious he is <3

listening to music while writing/drawing: YES MUSIC IS MY LIFE I WOULD BE LIFELESS WITHOUT IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #1 MUSIC ENTHUSIAST FOREVER ‼️ (thus why i am always asking for music reccs lol)

i listen to a wide variety of stuff in many languages!! indie, vocaloid, pop, jazz, rock, etc... unfortunately i am also the "i listen to every genre :] not country tho." guy and im not a fan of super heavy metal either u_u;;

most of the time i listen to whatever i want to fit the mood of what im working on! and since i usually work on romantic stuff (lol) that means ive usually got a romantic playlist/song on loop ^_^

ik this wasnt asked but here's a recc from me to you: finding something to do by hellogoodbye 💖 (this song makes me think of going on a fun road trip with a crush!)

OKAY THAT'S ALL dw about the question amount i had lots of fun answering them <33 !! i hope you have a very lovely day youself, cat!! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

[fuzzyducktyphoon]

Killua x Mika x I will be romantic with you

Mika was sitting with Killua while they were watching a movie together...and the hero was kissing the fingertips of the heroine's hand, and this made Mika scream from the cuteness.

“Oh, this move is very nice.”

Mika says as she covers her mouth with her hands...

Killua sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at Mika's reaction.

"Of course you think it's nice, it's got all the cheesy romance stuff that you love so much."

He scoffed, not even trying to hide his annoyance with her.

"Could you please try and contain your squeals? It's giving me a headache,"

he grumbled, reaching over to turn up the volume on the TV in an attempt to drown out her squealing.

"Haha, of course, because you don't know anything about romance...even though I've been dating you for a year, you haven't done anything romantic with me,"

Mika says sarcastically as she eats popcorn...

"Yeah, well, I didn't realize it was that important to you,"

Killua replied, his tone slightly defensive.

"Besides, we've been busy with training and other stuff. Can't we just enjoy the movie without bringing up all this sappy nonsense?"

He took a swig of his soda, trying to ignore the comment about their relationship. Deep down, he knew Mika was right – he could have been more romantic with her – but he wasn't sure how to go about it. And honestly, he'd rather just focus on their goals and leave the mushy stuff out of it.

Mika is upset, but she does not say anything. She grabs an apple and a knife to peel it, but she makes a mistake and cuts her fingers, and they become asphalt.

“Damn.”

Mika is in pain and blood falls to the ground.

Killua turned to look at Mika, concern evident on his face as he saw her cut fingers.

"Hey, are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself too badly, did you?"

He asked, reaching out to touch her arm lightly.

"Here,"

he said, grabbing a napkin and handing it to her.

"Use this to wrap around your finger and press down on the wound. Maybe that'll stop the bleeding."

As he waited for her response, Killua couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Maybe he should have been more considerate of her feelings all this time...

But Mika ignores him and goes to the bathroom to wash the wound

Killua watched as Mika went to the bathroom, a frown tugging at his lips. He knew she was upset with him, but he didn't know how to make it better.

He sighed heavily and turned back to the TV, trying to distract himself from the tension in the air. But even with the noise of the movie filling his ears, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong between them.

Maybe after the movie, he could try talking to her about what was bothering her...if she wasn't still too mad at him for not being more romantic.

Killua decided to check on her. He went into the bathroom and found that Mika was washing the blood from her body, and he stood behind her

Killua's heart skipped a beat as he realized where Mika was. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.

"Um, you okay in there? Need any help?"

He didn't move from his spot behind her, feeling like an intruder but unable to bring himself to leave just yet. Part of him hoped that maybe this would be the moment for them to make up and start over fresh...but another part knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Mika shakes her head sarcastically

“Look, who decided to get romantic with me now?”

Mika answers.

Killua's face flushed red at Mika's sarcastic comment. He knew he had to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

"I-I didn't mean it like that,"

he stammered, wishing he could take back what he'd said.

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry if I haven't been very considerate of your feelings lately. It's just...we've been so focused on training and our goals that I guess I forgot about other stuff."

There was another long pause before he finally continued.

"Would you maybe be willing to give me another chance? To try and be more romantic or whatever it is you want?"

She extended her wounded fingers to him,

"If I were dating a man other than you, he would have kissed my fingers and told me that everything was fine, but no, you're like a rock."

Killua's eyes widened at Mika's words, feeling a mix of surprise and...something else. Something warm spreading through his chest as he realized what she was saying.

He reached out and took her wounded hand in his, gently pressing his lips against the soft skin of her fingertips.

"I'm sorry,"

he murmured, feeling a rush of emotion he couldn't quite understand.

"I really am."

And then, without thinking too much about it, he pulled her close to him, their bodies pressed together from chest to hip. His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as he felt the heat of her skin against his own.

He wasn't sure what this meant for them or where they were going from here – all he knew was that right now, in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be with her.

"What now? Are you going to cry?"

Mika teased him as she patted his back .

Killua smirked despite himself, shaking his head.

"No, not yet at least,"

he replied, his voice a deep rumble against her skin.

"But I might if you keep teasing me like that."

He moved his lips to the side of her neck, nibbling softly on her earlobe before pulling back to look her in the eyes.

"You really do make me crazy sometimes,"

he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

There was a long pause as they simply stood there, looking at each other. And then, without another word, Killua leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, his hands sliding up her sides to rest on her shoulders.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as she moaned softly against his mouth, her body melting into his.

For a moment, everything else faded away – their worries, their goals, even the movie they were supposed to be watching. All that mattered was this feeling of blissful abandon, of being wrapped up in each other's arms and lost in a world of their own.

Mika breaks the kiss and laughs at him,

“I bet you learned that from the movie.”

She raises her eyebrows .

Killua grinned sheepishly as Mika broke the kiss, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"Maybe,"

he admitted, leaning down to nibble on her earlobe playfully.

"But I think you'll agree it was worth learning."

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through him at the thought of being with her like this. For so long, their relationship had been focused solely on training and achieving their goals – but now, finally, they were able to let go of that pressure and just enjoy each other's company.

"Thank you for giving me another chance,"

he said softly, running a hand down her cheek before pressing their lips together once more. This time, there was no teasing or hesitation – only a deep, passionate connection that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"Okay, but that doesn't mean I'll stop bothering you,"

Mika replied sarcastically .

Killua laughed softly at Mika's sarcasm, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

"I wouldn't want it any other way,"

he murmured into her ear, kissing the soft skin there.

For a moment, they simply stood there, basking in the afterglow of their kiss. And then, as if realizing where they were and what they were doing, they broke apart, both blushing deeply.

"We should probably finish watching the movie,"

Killua said with a small smile, holding out his hand for Mika to take.

"But don't worry – I'll be sure to show you some proper romance later."

Mika rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't help but smile back. And as they walked back to the couch together, hand in hand, they both knew that this was just the beginning of something new – and incredibly exciting.

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8:13 AM. I lay on my side, eyes blinking closed, body permeated with exhaustion. I hadn't slept well. Again. Or rather, not long enough. I had actually gotten to sleep without much issue. I just let myself stay awake until 2 AM. Then woke around 4:50 for a spell. Then returned to a short sleep until around 7:43.

It was nearing dusk in the other world. The sky just starting to dim around the edges. The glow of the sun did its best impression of a basin of embers, smoldering vibrantly across the horizon. I sat with Sebestha on his back porch, overlooking the garden. The gold-orange rays of the sun striking through the canopy of trees. A gentle breeze licking through their limbs.

We sat in relative silence, which on one level I didn't mind because next to Seb I felt very comfortable. But on another level, I did feel a little awkward because my brain insisted that I should be making some sort of small talk. His gaze lingered on a patch we had weeded and trimmed earlier that day. It was a lovely flowering vine that to me resembled the pairing of a pothos and cornflower. His left ear twitched and he set his paw on my thigh as he sighed contently and rested his eyes.

I smiled at this, placing my hand over his, thumb brushing along the side. The fox squirmed, adjusting some before leaning his head on my shoulder. I froze for half a second as my mind scrolled through a list of reactions before slowly nuzzling my cheek between his ears, laying my head against his. We stayed like this for a time, our hands trading placing, idly or absently trading faint caresses.

His voice, soft, was the first to break the silence. "I… appreciate you… being able to sit with me… like this."

The way he spoke was careful and slow, almost as if he were allowing a few extra seconds to make sure he said the right words. The wind rustled through leaves. A few birds chirped in the distance. Further off, some low noise from the town as it also wound down for the evening. I didn't say anything for nearly a whole minute, trying not to let my head trip over a rushed reply. "I… um…" I began, but stuttered and just squeezed his paw, giving the top of his head a little kiss.

He shifted again, turning a bit more toward me as he lifted his head, his eyes finding mine. His muzzle so close enough I could feel a slight warmth from his breath. I stared at him and before I knew it I had brought my other hand up and gingerly placed it against his cheek, smoothing fingers along the fur. He leaned a little closer, head tilting just slightly.

I closed the rest of the distance. A mix of curiosity and need or… I don't know. Wanting to express something I hadn't been able to conjure the words for? My lips brushed against his. Testing. A quiet murr rumbled in his throat and he pressed closer. There was a bit of a shuffle as we each squirmed, trying to find the best angle as we kissed. It was a little odd, given his muzzle, but we made it work. We were locked in that little dance for what amounted to an eternity and a split second all at once.

When we parted, I drew in a breath, then coughed and sat back further, coughing more. I had apparently forgotten how to breath and then how to inhale all in one go. Sebestha snorted and began to laugh. "Breathing is important!"

I playfully swatted at him, coughing more as I was now also trying not to laugh, hunching over. He rubbed a paw over my back, still chuckling, until I got my lungs under control and sat up. His arm moved around my shoulders and I snuggled up against his side, sighing. "…I couldn't imagine spending an evening any other way." That may have been a bit out of the blue, but I'd finally found the words I'd wanted to say.

He nodded his head and nosed over my hair, his tail swishing along the edge of the bench. "Are we going to be one of those sappy romance novels?"

It was my turn to snort. "I guess we need to have a heated argument next, then both storm off only to meet each other again at sunset, along the riverbank and apologize."

"In a shower of… limbs and… hushed words and… kisses?"

"Mhm. And then we will lay under the stars and uh… y'know. Confess our zombie love for one another."

"Zombie… love…?" He blinked, lifting his head to look down at me as he raised a brow.

"You know what I mean! Uh… the uh…"

"…Undying love?"

"That's it! That's the one. Yes."

We both giggled as we huddled closer, enjoying each others warmth as a cooler breeze spilled across the porch. The song of birds had faded to a chorus of chirping and chittering insects as the sky bruised in to night. Stars began to blink to life in the inky flood above. I nuzzled against Seb's neck and listened to the still faintly rumbling murring sound he made. Almost like a cat's purr.

"Read me more of T'Jari's story?" I asked after we'd been sitting for a few minutes, watching the stars.

This brought a smile across his maw the instant I'd said it. "Gladly."

So we both rose, stretched, and headed inside.

…

9:13 AM. I mumble incoherently and roll over to face the opposite direction. My stomach protesting. I need to make myself get out of bed and locate some sort of nourishment before I just wither away in to my bed.

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The Empress, Part VIII

A/n: To everyone reading, thanks for being patient with me for writing this chapter. Life's been busy and this came out much later than I planned, but I wanted to continue this story and write it to the best of my ability. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as a reward there is a spicy (albeit very subtle) ending ;)

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 6400

Chapters: 8/10

Chapter Summary: After a bad dream reveals Y/n's anxieties about her job and relationship with Kylo Ren moving to fast for her to keep up with, she takes the difficult but necessary steps to confront her feelings

Story Summary: As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a renowned Commander eagerly working her way up the ranks. Her loyalty to the Empire is tested when the Supreme Leader suddenly takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: angst, swearing, romance, kissing, making out, fluff, allusions to sex(??)

“About time we dragged your ass out,” my friend Karmir exclaims as the server brings out our drinks and appetizers. I look to our other friend Balia as she digs into the appetizer and nods in agreement.

“I know,” I say shyly. I reach across the table to grab each of their hands in mine, “I needed this. And, I know we really needed this,” I earnestly say with a smile.

“Oh c’mon Y/n, they just brought out our drinks and you’re already getting sappy on us,” Karmir teases.

“Shut up!” I exclaim and toss a balled up napkin at him.

“So, how’re things with lover boy,” Balia asks.

“Ugh” I groan and take a sip of my drink.

“Trouble in paradise much,” Karmir smirks.

“Um, sort of. I mean, he’s great. He hasn’t done anything wrong. I think there’s just a lot more that comes with dating someone like him than I imagined and it’s starting to catch up to me now.”

“Like what? Does he have a secret doll collection? Does he sleep with socks on?” Karmir jokes and I snort at the thought.

“Oh stars no he does not have a secret doll collection,” I roll my eyes. “But I don’t actually know if he sleeps with his socks on or not.”

Balia and Karmir look at one another and then to me.

“You what?” Balia asks.

“What?”

“You don’t know how he sleeps?”

“No… should I?”

“Y/n, you’re telling us that you guys haven’t slept together before, like never shared a REM cycle with the guy?”

“Um… no?”

“Y/n,” my friends exclaim in shock.

“What?!”

“You haven’t spent the night with him yet?” Karmir asks.

“No, isn’t it kind of early for that,” I guiltily ask.

“Hm, I mean definitely go at whatever pace is comfortable for you, but to be honest, if that hasn’t happened yet I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened soon,” Balia advises and I widen my eyes in response.

“Do you really think so?”

“Yeah Balia’s right,” Karmir chimes in.

“I mean, it’s kind of hard to do that for us. Any time we spend time together, we usually meet up in some third location. I’ve never even been to his quarters before, until…,” I start to say before it hits me. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. That wasn’t a real memory. But why did it feel that way?

“Y/n,” Balia calls out to me while Karmir snaps his fingers.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Balia asks

“You look like you’re gonna pass out on us, kid,” Karmir adds and moves a glass of water towards me. I take it and swallow several gulps.

“I’m sorry, I just remembered something incorrectly.”

Balia and Karmir raise eyebrows at one another then look at me, both with an equally quizzical facial expression.

“I’ve never been to his quarters in real life, but I went once… in a dream.”

“Oh… Well… a dream doesn’t exactly count, Y/n.”

“No, you don’t understand. I mean, yes, I know it doesn’t count in the grand scheme of things, but… it… it just felt realistic enough.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Balia asks me and I look into her wide black eyes framed with short curly lashes. I really look into them. I didn’t think I’d want to talk about this at all but the look in her eyes gives me the comfort I need and reassurance that it’s ok to face these things. That I’m not alone. Because if I can’t tell my best friends in the entire world about these things, then who could I tell?

I press my lips in a line and nod.

“Several nights ago I had this… this beautiful yet terrifying dream. I’ve never dreamt of something so lifelike before. But some of the things that happened in the dream really shook me up, so much so that… that I didn’t even tell Kylo about it. I haven’t told anyone about it.”

“What happened, Y/n?”

“The first thing I remember was walking through his quarters. It was my first time being there. I can’t even remember why he brought me, but somehow it was just the two of us in such an intimate space. Up until that point, in my waking life, I had thought a lot about what his quarters might be like. I thought about how big of a step it would be for us to see into the parts of our lives that are kept private and that thought terrified me. And in my dream, I wasn’t afraid, at least not at first. As I walked around I thought that his place was exactly how I imagined it would be. The physical representation of him in a living space was very comforting to me somehow. But it also reminded me that there are many parts of our lives that are still separate from one another and I don’t think I want to keep them that way for much longer. It scares me, but I think I want him to be a bigger part of my life. I think as each day passes, he means more and more to me. More than I’ll ever really understand or care to admit…” I pause, realizing what I’m saying.

It’s funny how little power an emotion can have when you keep it neatly tucked away in the back of your mind or your heart, until you fully vocalize it and realize just how much it can be a part of you if you let it.

“Oh Y/n, honey,” Balia coos and reaches across the table to hold my hand.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve actually said that out loud before, and even though it’s how I feel it also makes me want to cringe out of my skin,” I laugh.

“It’s okay Y/n, it looks like our baby is in love,” Karmir gushes and I scrunch my face and physically cringe my body at his words earning a chuckle from them both.

“Wait, but how did it turn into a nightmare,” Karmir asks.

“So, um, things started getting kinda heated after that,” I say with a blush and carefully select my words after, slightly uncomfortable with articulating the topic. “Um, things moved to the bedroom which kind of freaked me out at first. He was being a little cocky and forward in the dream which is a bit unusual for him but kind of hot,” I giggle and Balia and Karmir join in.

“Oh I just know his dark side has got to be good,” Karmir sighs.

“Did he show you how to use his lightsaber,” Balia winks.

“Balia,” I feel an instant blush rise to my cheeks raising the temperature of the room by a good one hundred degrees. “Oh stars no! Things escalated, but not that much. And even if we wanted to I don’t think it could’ve happened because at one point like hundreds of candles magically showed up and started a fire in his room and we had to run out and it was just this whole chaotic mess and–

“Is that? No, it can’t be! Vice admiral Y/n,” a familiar voice teases while sliding into the seat next to me. I look across to Balia and Karmir who give me an equal look of confusion. I swallow my drink and turn towards the perpetrator.

“Locke, what are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t I come and congratulate the First Order’s best and brightest,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Looks like you just did,” I sarcastically quip.

Locke clutches the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

“That hurts, y/n,” he jokes and I roll my eyes with a smile. What is he doing here, of all places? And why now of all times? Is seeing this man for forty hours a week not enough? And before I can even ask why he’s here, he says “So do you feel it yet?”

“Feel what?”

“The power, the prestige… the force maybe? I don’t know.”

I shrug and shake my head.

“C’mon, there’s gotta be something. Please, give a young novice commander some hope that things get better,” he jokingly pleads with puppy dog eyes. I hate to admit this, but if Locke wasn’t a soldier in the First Order, he could’ve made a decent actor.

“Shut up Locke, you’ve been doing this just as long as I have. We’re no different.”

“Oh but our uniforms say otherwise,” he replies, referring to the new uniform patch reflecting my new rank that I received this morning. I choose to ignore his implication and remain neutral.

“Oh, you mean how they both say First Order Defenders?”

“You know what I mean,” he replies with a smack of his lips.

“I do, but you seem to forget that we’re on the same team.”

He offers me a contemplative look. I look at Balia and Karmir who mouth “what is happening right now?”

“Well in that case, as long as you promise to have each other's backs when we set out to Korr then I think we’re all good here.”

“What,” Karmir chokes on his drink.

“You’re going back to Planet Korr again?” Balia asks and I sullenly nod. I’m actually really excited to be going back to Korr, but I know it’s at the expense of the time I could be spending with them.

“Why? You were literally just there. We haven’t had enough time with our favorite star girl since she got back.”

Karmir is partially right. I was just on a mission to Korr a month or two ago, but in the time since I’ve been back I’ve spent nearly all of it busy with work. And in the small fraction of time I have outside of work, I usually spend it with Kylo. Well, that was until the dream... But even then, I know I need to make more time for my friends which was what tonight was supposed to be about till Locke crashed it.

“I know,” I reply with a hint of guilt. “Things have been ramping up a lot at work so I have to go back for a few weeks to establish the new First Order Base.“

“Woah, but that’s really good news right” Balia asks and I nod with an appreciative smile.

“A few weeks? Damn, well when do you leave?” Karmir asks.

“Next week,” I solemnly shrug.

“Well, I guess that’s just all the more reason to celebrate and make the most of the time we have now,” Balia cheers and raises her glass.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I gleefully respond and raise my glass to the air. Karmir joins in and Locke waits for my nod of approval to follow suit.

“Cheers,” we exclaim and clink glasses.

—

“Careful there,” Locke says as he places my arm across his shoulders and his arm across my mid back to steady me.

“Make sure you drink plenty of water before you go to sleep okay,” he adds. When we arrive at the door to my quarters, I lean against the wall and fish through my pockets for my key.

“Are you… taking care of me,” I tease with a smirk. He scoffs.

“Someone as smart as you should already know to drink water, but in this current… state… you look like you could use a reminder.”

“You know, you always have the perfect backhanded compliments. You never fail to create the ideal balance of niceness and rudeness all at the same time, how do you do it?”

He shrugs, “Natural talent I suppose” and I giggle.

“Who would’ve thought a commander would be the one taking care of the vice admiral,” he jokes.

“Ugh, don’t even say that and you are not even taking care of me… you’re just being a good friend,” I defend.

“Sure, you can call it that,” he shrugs.

“Seriously, thanks for bringing me back. Tonight was really fun even though you weren’t even invited.”

“Ugh, that was rude.”

“No it wasn’t! It was the truth. I mean, what else would you call my one night out with my friends being infiltrated by my nosy coworker?”

“A blessing in disguise,” he teases with wiggled eyebrows.

“Shut up,” I roll my eyes.

“That’s one way to thank a good friend for helping you get home safely,” he teases, but It brings an instant wave of guilt over me.

“I’m sorry, I just–”

“No, no, don't be sorry. I was just teasing. You don’t have to thank me, anyone with half a brain would look out for their own, you know?”

And I do know. The innate sense to protect and care for others runs deeply through both of us. We tease each other all the time and butt heads far too often, but I know it’s because of how similar we are.

“But, if you ever did, you know, want to thank me… maybe you could… I don’t know… put in a good word for me… with the Supreme Leader?” Locke asks while rubbing his palm against the back of his neck.

“What?” I inquire, instantly sobered by his question. I widen my brown eyes to lock onto his blue ones.

“You know, after this mission, maybe he’ll take notice of me and start bringing me on some more upper level assignments too.”

“Locke, what are you trying to say?” I press my lips in a thin line to hide their trembling motion.

“Well, I just see how much you’re progressing and a lot of people are noticing too. And don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you, really I am. In fact, I’m proud of you. I just know that if you can do it, then I can do it too, and I really really want to do it.” Why does this feel like both a praise and a slap to the face? Standard back-handed Locke compliment I suppose.

“Locke, what makes you think I could do anything for you that you can’t already do yourself?”

“Well, because you have a connection with the Supreme Leader.” He says matter of factly.

“A connection? And what kind of connection is that?”

“The kind of connection where he would do anything for someone like you.”

What does that mean?

“What is that supposed to mean,” I ask with disgust, the stumbling girl from a few moments ago long gone by now.

“C’mon Y/n, I know things are only ever strictly business with you, but maybe if you opened your eyes just a bit, you would see that the Supreme Leader is kind of enamored with you.”

“Kind of, what a good unit of measurement,” I can’t help but poke fun at his choice of words.

“Y/n, seriously. I know you don’t see it, but that man looks at you like you’ve saved him or something. Like he’s seeing the creator of the universe in front of his very eyes whenever you’re near,” he explains. His perception of my relationship with Kylo is so off putting that I’m genuinely surprised by his words. My shock runs so high that it blocks out any anxiety at the fact that he’s figuring things out from reaching the forefront of my mind.

“I don’t know about that,” I respond, genuinely hesitant to believe Kylo looks at me that way because the few times we interact in public I feel like we make a good effort to seem as neutral and professional as possible.

“Well, I do. And I know this might be asking for a lot. And the last thing I ever intend to do is insult you, but I don’t know, I think it would help to have someone in my corner, you know? Someone to advocate for me. If you said something to him about me, it might help me be able to defend the First Order in the way I always knew I was meant to.”

I take a long look at him, furrowing my eyebrows together with my mouth agape. I can’t believe he’s saying this to me right now.

“Locke, I say this because I care about you, and believe me, I’ll always be in your corner, but you must understand, I can’t possibly do that for you.”

“Why not? I would do it for you!”

“I don’t think you would.”

He opens his mouth then closes it and lets the words sink in.

“You should know that I’ve only gotten to where I am now because I didn’t rely on anyone else to advocate for me. Everything I’ve ever achieved was because I advocated for myself. And if you really want to do all the things you say you want to do, then you’re going to have to start advocating for yourself too.”

He exhales harshly, but I can see the spinning wheels in his head. A moment of silence passes between us.

“What is going on here? It is past curfew,” a synthesized voice authoritatively exclaims. I jump and turn to my left. A stormtrooper approaches us.

“We were just returning from the tavern,” I calmly explain.

“Yes, I wanted to ensure my friend's safe arrival home,” Locke rigidly responds.

“Well then, your job is done. You may go now,” the stormtrooper commands. Locke looks at me. He looks down then back into my eyes and says, “I’m sorry… Remember what I said about drinking water, okay?” I nod in response, partially frozen from processing the events that are transpiring before my very eyes.

By the time I blink my way back to reality Locke is gone and the stormtrooper is still at my side.

“Sorry, I’ll be heading inside now,” I announce. I turn to face the door and enter my key. I open the door and take a step forward. Right when I’m about to turn around and close my door, the storm trooper barks a “wait” and pushes past me into my quarters. They close the door and rush forward.

“Hey,” I exclaim. And just as quickly as they rushed into my space, the storm trooper swiftly removes their helmet, revealing a head of luminous charcoal black hair; the most beautiful head of hair in the galaxy. Right as the connection clicks in my head, he turns around to face me.

“Kylo, what the hell? What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re out at all hours of the night with him? I haven’t seen you in days and you blow me off for him?” He throws the helmet across the floor.

“Kylo, please, there’s no need for that,” I gesture toward the helmet. “And, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you. I made plans to go out tonight with Balia and Karmir. I haven’t seen them in a while and I really missed them. It was supposed to be just us till Locke showed up unexpectedly and crashed our night out. We all ended up drinking and he offered to walk me back to my quarters.”

Even adorned with the most durable white material in the galaxy, I can see the steep rise and fall of his chest. The sound of his heavy breathing permeates the room.

“And besides why would you barge into my room unannounced like that. I almost had a heart attack. And why are you dressed like that?”

He lets out a humph sound and proceeds to remove the various pieces of his stormtrooper ensemble.

“Isn’t it obvious? It was the only way I could see you without raising suspicion,” he says with a sigh. I exhale exasperatedly and plop onto my bed.

“I waited many hours for you and grew worried when you did not arrive,” he asserts. After removing his leg pieces, he sits in the chair across from the desk next to my bed and starts removing his upper body armor.

“I’m sorry Kylo, I should have told you. Things have just been getting really busy lately, I feel like my mind is all over the place. I knew spending time with them would make me feel better.”

“Yeah well I wanted to spend time with you too.”

“Kylo, please, can you just try to understand–”

“Understand what? The fact that my girlfriend has been avoiding me like the plague for no reason whatsoever and when she finally does agree to spend time with me she blows me off without so much as a warning?”

“It’s not like that,” I mutter, feeling the blood in my body turn to a boil.

“Then what is it like, Y/n?”

I inhale sharply at the sound of his boots being slammed onto the floor.

“I just lost track of time.”

“Bullshit, Y/n!”

“It’s true, I… things were busy at work and then by the time it was over, Balia and Karmir dragged me out to the tavern and next thing you know here we are now.”

“Y/n, c’mon.”

“That’s what happened!” I exclaim and leap off my bed to pace across my small room.

“Fine whatever, if that’s the excuse you have for today then how do you explain this week? You practically ran out of any room I walked into and denied every invitation I sent you to spend time together outside duty hours.”

I stop in my tracks and look at him. He leans forward with his forams atop his thighs. He looks up at me and his gaze is so intense that I look away.

“I just, I’ve been busy with work, is all,” I shrug.

“Y/n, I know when you’re busy and I know when you’re avoiding me,” he replies and climbs out of the chair. He walks toward me and I turn around so that my back faces him.

“I’m not avoiding you,” I lie.

“Y/n, you’re doing it right now,” he says with a hint of a smile in his voice.

He approaches me, standing close enough for me to feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his skin but far enough that no part of our bodies touch. His proximity is so intoxicating that I can’t even think of how to respond.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks softly.

“I’m not,” I breathlessly reply. He tucks a finger into a strand of my hair and gently brushes it across my shoulder to fall along my back, proceeding to produce goosebumps along the back of my neck.

“I think you’re lying,” he whispers. I shiver from the contact of his breath, hot and heavy, coating my left ear.

“Well, I’m not, I really have been busy at work.”

“I see, well perhaps I should remind Hux to coordinate a time management training, it seems the brigade could use it,” he teases. I turn around and glare at him.

“Hey! Just because I’m not the Supreme Leader doesn’t mean I don’t have a demanding and stressful job, okay?” I exclaim with a wagging index finger. He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers

“I never said you didn’t,” he smirks. I remove my hand from his hold.

“Well you’re insinuating that my lack of free time stems from time management issues when in actuality stems from the fact that a certain vice admiral has a lot on her plate trying to defend her boyfriend's empire,” I huff and walk away from him. I take a few steps and end up in front of my door. I turn around angrily and stomp to my refresher room, passing Kylo in my wake. I roughly open the door and step through. I look at myself in the mirror. A light flush laces over my cheeks. My lack of sleep is evident in the bags under my eyes. I look horrid.

I reach out for a cloth rag and run warm water over it. I start to remove the makeup from my face when I hear Kylo’s footsteps padding toward me.

“Y/n,” he coaxes, but I’m still too upset to let it comfort me.

“What?” I glare at him through the mirror.

“Allow me,” he whispers and I turn around in confusion. He holds out his hand, palm side up near my hand with the makeup remover cloth. I look from the cloth to his eyes and he nods. I sigh and place the cloth in his large hand.

“Sit,” he softly says and I sit on the limited counter space next to my sink.

He slowly makes his way toward me. He reaches his arm out and places one hand on the back of my neck. WIth the other, he places loving strokes across my cheeks. I close my eyes and let out a huff. He removes the rest of my makeup in silence and places a soft kiss on my forehead to finish.

“There,” he says and I flutter my eyelids open. I peer up at him and he mouths the words, “so beautiful”. I offer a meek half smile in return.

“Y/n, I know the demands of your duties have greatly increased and on the one hand I couldn’t be more pleased. It brings me great joy to see your performance suitably rewarded. But I find it hard to believe that that alone is what is causing this behavior,” he comments while cupping my face with his right hand and stroking his thumb in soft slow circles along the skin of my cheek.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, since when have you ever shied away from a challenge? Becoming one of the First Order’s youngest vice admirals is no small feat. It’s something you should be proud of. I know I am.”

“Thanks,” I offer with another meek smile, too exhausted and afraid to give much more. But it doesn’t escape my notice how lightweight my heart feels at the sound of his praise for me.

“So really, what’s got you worked up so much my little star?”

Where do I even start? I mean he’s right. Under normal circumstances I would jump up and down at being promoted to vice admiral. But it’s hard to relish in the achievement when all of the First Order’s eyes are on me all the time waiting for me to mess up. They’re on me for becoming one of the youngest vice admirals. They’re on me for extending First Order dominance to the planets of Korr and potentially Myr. They’re on me when I hang out with my friends and when I talk to my coworkers about any little thing. They’re on me when I’m with Kylo. And even when I think I’m free from their gaze, it looms in my mind and penetrates my dreams. It’s absolutely exhausting.

“It’s just a lot. A lot is going on and it’s all happening really fast,” I say, hesitant to add any more. I shift, uncomfortable under his adorning gaze. I stand up from the sink and rub along my sore behind. Kylo steps backward to give me room. I sway past him and enter my room. I pause, sweeping my gaze from my desk in the corner to my full size bed and then to the door leading to the hall outside.

“Vice admiral quarters have got to be an upgrade compared to this, right?”

“Yes, they are,” he chuckles, “but even then, I’m sure you’ll outgrow them soon.”

He comments as he walks past me and climbs onto my bed.

“Kylo, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m getting comfortable,” he replies nonchalantly while sitting with his back against my headboard. I never imagined Kylo would ever be in my quarters. I figured it would take a while to get to the point where I would go over to his, but I never imagined him being in mine, especially like this.

“Come here,” he pleads and pats the spot between his legs. I gulp and climb onto the opposite side of the bed.

“A little closer,” he commands and I scoot forward an inch.

“Closer,” he repeats his words and I repeat my actions.

“Y/n, do I need to use The Force right now,” he cheekily asks.

“I know you think you’re being funny but that’s not a cool thing to say. You know how I–”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he leans forward and picks me up as though I were weightless and places me on his lap with a leg on either side of his hips. He locks his arms around my waist to cage me in.

“Kylo, what the fuck?” I push away at his stupidly broad chest. He looks down at me with amusement.

“Maybe I should use that trick more often. I kind of like it when you swear at me.”

“Kylo! You’re being really weird right now. You’re–,” I cut off with a gasp and fully blown out eyes.

“What?”

I look down at our entangled limbs and back into his glassy brown eyes. This feels a little too much like deja vu right now. I can’t do this right now. I try to wrangle out of his grasp, but his muscles are so dense they don’t even budge.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“I–” I start not even sure how to express what I’m feeling. I butt my head into the hardened muscles of his defined chest with a “humph”. I stay there like that, motionless, but finding increasing comfort in our lack of eye contact and the softness of his fingertips at my lower back.

“And I’m the one that’s acting weird?”

“Mhm,” I whine, voice muffled by his shirt. He places his hands along either side of my face and gently gestures my head upward. I sullenly follow his lead and look at him exasperatedly. Below his eyes are bags that resemble mine. I know why I haven’t been able to sleep, but what could be worrying him?

“Talk to me, my love. Please,” he softly whimpers and I sigh.

“It’s hard,” I whisper, looking back and forth between his eyes.

“I know baby, I know it is. But you’ve done much harder things, might I add, with the grace and ease I could only dream of.”

I pull my head back slightly, mouth slightly agape at his words. The use of the term of endearment and vulnerable thought leaves me breathless.

“Really?” He nods and smiles a small but warm smile. His bottom lip curls slightly and I raise my right index finger to run softly across it.

“Do you know why I really came here?”

“You didn’t come because I missed our date?”

“Well, that was part of it, but there was something else.”

“If it wasn’t because of that, then what could it have been about?”

He inhales deeply, thinking carefully about what words he’s going to say next. I shuffle closer towards him, enough to press my upper body against his. I peer up at him, letting him know that whatever he has to say, I’ll be okay.

“Many days ago… I sensed a disturbance within The Force. I hadn’t felt something like that in quite some time, so as you can imagine it was fairly alarming. But what made it more so was the fact that I could sense it had something to do with you,” he pauses, searching within my own eyes. He can’t possibly be talking about…

“I know your feelings about The Force, but I was concerned you might have been harmed, so I tapped into the Force hoping it would lead me to you, but there was nothing. It was like looking through a telescope, I could only see a glimpse of something so far out of reach and only be able to do nothing about it.” His thick fingers slowly glide down from my face to my hips, almost as if it were a testament to my very real physical presence in front of him, reassuring that yes I’m here, yes I’m untouched.

“It drove me crazy worrying that something might have happened to you and knowing nothing, not being able to do anything,” he adds, his eyes growing darker under his furrowed eyebrows.

“Day in and day out I searched for you, I longed for you, and I was embraced with nothing. I ached to know if you were safe. The disturbance was gone almost as soon as I felt it, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling of something being outright wrong. It has brought me many sleepless nights since. I couldn’t last another one without finally seeing you for myself.”

We sit in silence for several moments while I process his words. Absent-mindedly, he rubs circles in my skin with his thumbs. I bring my hand up to cup his face and he leans into it before bringing his head upright and looking into my eyes.

“Has anything happened to you, Y/n? Have you been hurt at all? Has anything happened to disturb your peace?”

“No, nothing has happened to me and I haven’t been hurt. That last question is a bit loaded. I can think of several things that have disturbed my peace in the last few days alone.”

“Y/n,” he scolds.

“I know, I know… When did this happen?”

“Many days have passed since I felt it, I’ve lost track.”

“No I mean… where were you when it happened? What were you doing?”

“I awoke from slumber. A sharp physical pain woke me and then I felt it. It was fleeting, but I was cognizant enough to recognize it.” My heart instantly sinks to my stomach. Damn this stupid dream for wreaking havoc on not just me, but the love of my life too. I throw myself against him and wrap my arms around his neck. He tightens his hold on my waist.

“Kylo, I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.

“Sorry? What could you be sorry for?”

“Something did happen. Although I didn’t think it was a big enough deal to have told you. But I guess it was enough, enough for you to have felt the pain I was experiencing on that day and the days afterward.”

“Y/n, what happened?”

“I… I had a dream.”

“A dream?”

“Yes, a dream. It haunted me the night I had it and every night since. It was something I thought would be better if I dealt with on my own, but I haven’t been doing a very good job of that,” I explain while avoiding his gaze.

“What happened, my love?”

And before I realize it, I’m telling him. I’m telling him everything; every thought, every detail, every fear. I tell him about the dream, my anxieties about work, my fear of losing my connection to my friends, and how intimidated I am by my feelings for him and the implications of our relationship.

“And to top it all off, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you, but it’s been scaring the life out of me. I don’t know how you were able to say it so easily. For me, it feels like gathering the courage to say it takes the same amount of effort as running a marathon. But I’ve been working my way towards it and I need to say it now. I need you to hear me say it, okay? And that is…” I gulp, nearly choking on my admission.

“Kylo Ren, I am in love with you,” I say with more authority than care. I look into his eyes, searching for any sort of reaction.

“I love you, and it terrifies me to both feel and admit this because it is incredibly new to me.”

I’m prepared to choke out more words to add to my declaration but Kylo beats me to the punch. He whispers a quiet “shh” before he pulls me closer to him.

“I know how much it means for you to say that. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me either, but now, it invigorates me beyond belief. I don’t think I ever truly loved anyone before I met you. And now, I can say with confidence that my love for you is greater than the number of stars in the universe,” he whispers, eyes lock on mine before he flutters his eyelids close and I instinctively do the same.

His lips gently brush against mine and I could cry from how soft they are. Who knew a pair of lips could feel like home? He moves them against mine in a slow rhythmic motion. There is no rush. We have all the time in the world.

His lips part open and I snake my tongue along his. Our mouths move in sync, performing a push and pull, give and take of heat and energy. I run my fingers through his hair and he moans into our kiss, making my lips curve up in a smile.

He deepens the kiss even more and it makes me feel intoxicated. Perhaps this is what people mean when they say they are drunk in love because how else could I feel so weightless and full of bliss from a single pair of lips belonging to the man I love? And yet, they caress mine like a tender jewel placed along a soft pillow for preservation. For a moment I think I could stay like this forever. Kissing Kylo this way is utterly magical.

But in a swift instant he flips the switch and it awakens something deep inside me I did not think would ever reach the surface. Soon, shaking hands and sweet kisses turn to hard grips and loud groans. Skin touches skin and sweat gleans every inch of our warm bodies. Every fiber in my being sensitive to his touch.

The primal urge to establish my connection to him in such a physical way overwhelms me. It is an urge that, up until this moment, I’ve kept buried deep below largely stacked folds of guilt and shame and fear. Yet Kylo’s presence grounds me. To hear his voice call out for me is all I ever needed to know that every cell in my body cries out for him just the same. And with just a touch, he unravels me. Never have I known completion in every sense of the word until Kylo Ren came into my world.

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WIPs Ask Game

@iamanonniemouse tagged me for this, like she just knew I was dying for the chance to blab about my projects. True friendship, right there. Love ya, babe!

So, yeah, send me a number to get a draft excerpt of why I’m working on. Woo!

1. The Garden

An epic, slow build Teen Wolf AU for @sterekcraptrash based on their gorgeous artwork. In which merman Stiles is imprisoned in Kate Argent’s hidden garden, where she keeps a menagerie of captive supernaturals, including werewolf Derek, who has been turned to stone. It’s a whole thing. This WIP is currently around 70K with way, way, way more to go because I am ridiculous.

2. Lost and Found Dragon

Another sterek bit of whimsy... Dragon!Stiles works at a strip mall office overseeing the lost and found, where he finds baubles and trinkets for his hoard. When some dude comes around trying to claim a lost keyring, Stiles refuses to admit he has it, no matter how hot and well-muscled the guy is. Hijinks ensue.

3. Original Demon Lovin’ Novel

Someday I will finish this. Someday. The premise... Adam’s fiance, Ben, dabbled in magic above his paygrade. Now Ben’s soul is dead, and a demon is prancing around in his body. Adam can’t get rid of the demon for reasons, leaving him with the roommate from hell. Hehe, hell. Anyway, the demon, Kish, decides Adam needs to get laid and lends a helping hand with that (ahem), and the whole story turns into a sappy poly romance.

4. Teen/Wolf Inception Crossover

Another story I am determined to complete. Someday. Future fic where FBI agent Stiles is captured and interrogated by Monroe hunters, leaving him trapped in his own mind. Fortunately, someone high up in the FBI knows a guy, who knows a guy, and our favorite dreamsharing duo come to the rescue. Except what Arthur and Eames find inside Stilinksy’s mind... isn’t Stilinsky. ~~cue Bad Moon Rising~~ 

5. The King’s Maker mpreg for the win

Maybe this doesn’t count because I haven’t started writing it. But the words exist in my brain. I have become obsessed with the manwha The King’s Maker. It’s amazing, and it’s taken over my life. Anyhow, I have this idea in which Alathea wasn’t joking about Wolfgang carrying Shin’s baby.

6. Mystery Bag

Because there are other WIPs... so many others... 

Now, um... tagging @rudimentaryflair, @dbshawnblog, @stillbeatingheart, @sugary-bowl and anyone else who wants to play!

[keijislove]

Can i request #2 and 3 from the prompt list with Harry x Reader please but make it a happy ending? Thank you!!

A/N: Hi anon, omg this was so much fun to write!!! I love Harry and feel that there is not much Harry x reader content out there, so here you go! Hope you like it 😊

‘And then they lived happily ever after!’ Cho finished reading as the girls around her squealed in excitement.

You merely snorted.

‘Why do all of your books have sappy endings?’ you questioned Cho as she looked at you incredulously.

‘Well, its fun to read.’ Cho shrugged. ‘If you were in Ravenclaw, you could be reading diverse romances instead of those stupid muggle books you like so much. For example, what’s this you’re reading?’

She snatched your book and looked at the words you’d been reading.

‘Real love is rare but fake words and promises are everywhere.’ She read out before looking at you. ‘See, this is why you feel so lonely, Y/N. if you’re gonna be reading miserable books like that, then I can’t blame you for being droopy most of the time.’

‘It’s not miserable, Cho.’ You contradicted. ‘It’s a little something called reality.’

Cho snorted. ‘Whatever you say.’

‘Besides, I’m not always lonely.’ You continued. ‘I have Hermione and Ron... and Harry too.’

‘And Harry too!’ Cho mocked. ‘Blimey, Y/N I forgot to ask. How’s things between you two?’

At that you looked down. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

Even though you weren’t looking at her, you could almost feel her roll her eyes.

‘You’re lovesick, darling.’ Cho explained. ‘You get this weird glow on your face when you talk about him and your eyes form hearts like in those muggle comics you read. Also, when he’s around, you blush like a tomato. Tell me how this is incorrect?’

You sighed. ‘None of your business, Cho Chang. So what if I like him? I’m probably the 100th girl who does. He has a pretty wide collection of choices, you know. Take Ginny for example. She’s everything I’m not. She’s pretty, popular, outgoing AND she is sweet. I’m a loner, too sarcastic to have too many friends, and it’s not like I can help it anyway. He’d never like me.’

‘Sweetie, what is there not to like in you?’ Cho asked worriedly.

It was one of the many reasons you liked her, she always paid attention to your moods and constantly asked if you were alright.

‘Y’know what Cho, let’s leave it.’ You muttered. ‘I promised Ron I’d help him with his essay anyway. He’s probably eating in the common room. Bye.’

You gave a nod and walked off, but you could feel Cho’s eyes watching you thoughtfully.

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As you walked into the common room, a chorus of noises greeted you.

‘Fine, I’ll give you five galleons I can.’ Harry was saying.

‘Alright mate, whatever you say.’ Said Ron.

‘Five galleons you can do what?’ you questioned, walking up to them.

Harry immediately coughed nervously. ‘Ahem, Y/N! Hi! Ron here was betting I couldn’t, er, sneak down to the kitchens.’

‘If you know Fred and George, doesn’t seem impossible.’ You said in amusement.

‘Someone summon us?’ a voice called behind you as you turned to see Fred standing there.

‘Oh, yeah.’ You spoke. ‘Ron here thinks Harry can’t sneak down to the kitchens, so he put five galleons on that. I was just explaining how anybody who knew you two could probably sneak off to Mars unnoticed.’

‘We are honoured.’ George bowed to you. ‘But Ron, mate, weren’t you betting that Harry couldn’t ask o-’

‘NO, I WASN’T!’ Ron bellowed, causing you to miss what George said.

George’s expression immediately changed.

‘Harry couldn’t ask what?’ you asked.

‘The house elves to make him some food.’ Fred casually spoke.

You narrowly looked at him.

‘Boys.’ You finally muttered, going upstairs.

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You were trying to wrench your bag out of the spot it had decided to get caught in, when a voice startled you.

‘Here, let me help.’

You turned around to see none other than the Chosen One himself.

‘Oh, thanks.’ You said nervously as Harry yanked the bag out of the door.

You grabbed it and turned to leave.

‘Er, Y/N?’ you heard Harry ask.

‘Yeah?’

‘I was wondering if, um, you’d... y-you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me?’ Harry asked.

Your eyes grew wide. ‘Are you asking me out? Like on a date?’

‘Erm, yes.’ He said.

‘Oh.’ You managed to squeak. ‘Oh, Oh! Um, y-yeah, alright, s-sure!’

He flashed you one of his stupidly adorable grins. ‘Brilliant!

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You and Harry had been dating for a few weeks now.

But something was terribly wrong.

Harry had started acting horribly distant, sometimes ignoring you or trying to walk past you in the corridors.

You were on your way to the common room. wondering whatever you could have done to upset him, when his voice caught you before you entered.

‘Ron, I can’t do this anymore.’ He spoke. ‘I know I agreed to your dare that I couldn’t ask Y/N out, but I can’t do this. I’ll give you your galleons, don’t worry.’

‘Well, alright mate.’ You heard Ron say. ‘But I thought you were happy-’

‘I’m not.’

That was enough for you to choke a sob and run off to the deserted Quidditch Pitch.

So that’s what it was.

A dare.

Harry didn’t want to be with you, heck he didn’t even enjoy it.

You kicked away stones in anger, remembering Cho’s voice.

Real love is rare but fake words and promises are everywhere.

That was exactly what the past few weeks were.

Fake love, fake words, fake smiles, fake promises.

It was all fake.

Your thoughts were cut short, as a pair of shoes came skipping by.

‘Oh.’ You heard a familiar voice.

No, go away, please. You thought. I hate you, don’t come near me.

‘Hey, love.’ Harry grinned.

You tried not to gag. ‘Why’re you calling me that?’

He frowned. ‘D-do you not l-like it?’

‘No.’ you coldly responded. ‘You’re here to break up, aren’t you?’

‘What how did you-’ Harry began.

'Is this what this whole relationship was to you? A bloody dare?’ you asked through your tears.

Harry’s eyes widened. ‘You heard...?’

‘Yes, I heard.’ You said. ‘Harry Potter, don’t you ever dare speak to me again.’

With that, you stalked off.

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Even though you’d convinced yourself you’d never speak to him, you couldn’t help but worry about Harry.

The third task was near, and you were wondering if he’d make it.

He’s made it this far, hasn’t he? You thought. He’ll manage, stop thinking about him.

Sitting in the arena, waiting for him to emerge out of the maze, you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Cho... if he’s back, just let me know.’ You informed the black-haired Ravenclaw, turning to leave.

Just as you turned, a cheer erupted as you whipped around to see Harry carrying something and lying face-front on the ground.

Everyone was cheering, but you squinted at what he was carrying, trying to make out what it was.

When you focused for long enough, your hands flew to your mouth as you let out a blood-curdling scream.

Cedric Diggory’s body.

And it wasn’t moving.

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‘Is he... can I see him?’ you asked Madame Pomphrey.

‘Well, I’m sure he’s asleep, dear.’ She answered, frowning. ‘But in you go.’

You thanked her and went inside.

Harry was not sleeping, but he looked terrible.

‘Oh, Harry.’ You sighed, walking to him.

Still not looking at you, he spoke. ‘You still hate me.’

‘No, I-’ you began. ‘I... I don’t. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that.’

‘I should be the one apologising.’ He said quietly.

You sighed. ‘I’ll be late for Charms... see you soon, Harry.’

You bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

At that moment, he turned his head abruptly, causing your lips to collide.

Gasping, you pulled back.

Entire body trembling with giddiness, you walked to your class.

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After your little ‘encounter’, Harry went back to ignoring you.

You were sick of it, and one day, while he was returning from Hagrid’s cabin, you cornered him.

‘You can’t hide forever, you know.’ You spoke seriously, arms crossed over your chest.

He didn’t look at you.

Sighing, you stepped forward. ‘We need to talk.’

His head snapped up to meet your eyes.

‘There’s nothing to talk about. I kissed you and you pulled away. End of story.’ He casually said.

‘No, it’s not the end of story.’ You snapped. ‘How could you even, first you fake-date me and then this, I mean for Merlin’s sake Harry, a kiss is supposed to mean something and I-’

‘What makes you think it didn’t mean anything?’ he asked softly.

You gaped at him. ‘You said... you dated me because of a dare and then-’

‘Oh.’ He interrupted. ‘Oh. That’s why you were upset. Oh my god, Y/N, you totally misunderstood me. I... was talking to Ron because I felt that I wasn’t being fair to you... I like you, Y/N. I truly do, and I wanted to date you as well, but I was worried what you’d think when I’d explained it was a dare! And th-then I came to tell you all this, but you seemed so sad, I thought you hated me. Don’t ever think like that, Y/N. That kiss meant everything it was supposed to.’

You remained silent.

Harry blushed and awkwardly scratched his neck. ‘Uhm... and I-I’d like to try that again...’

Your eyes widened as you turned red.

Swallowing your nerves, you leaned forward as he mirrored your actions and met you halfway.

And this time, neither of you pulled back.

[mega-ultra-so-awesome-it-hurts]

Replaced... for the Better

A/N: OKAY LOVES I DID IT! HERE IT IS! I KNOW IT’S TWO MILLION YEARS LATE BUT HERE!  

Pairing: Paul Lahote x black!reader x Jasper Hale

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Heavy angst, sort of cheating. 

Requested: No, but pleeeease request. I’m booored

Word count: 1106 (eep SORRY it’s so short! I was in a mood when I wrote out the rought draft hehe)

Summary: You find out you’re not the only one Paul imprinted on. But how will you take it? There MIGHT be a part 2, if enough people want it.

(GIF’s are not mine. Credit to owners!)

You weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world, and you knew it. But Paul still loved you. You knew he did. Or, you thought he did. Allow me to set the scene:

 It was August, 2008. Slightly chilly outside, so it was cold inside, too. You were cooking dinner for the boys. You heard the door open, and you felt a cool Autumn breeze flow through your burnt orange sweater.

 “Angel?” You smiled. It was Paul, your fiance. But... you thought you heard another person with him. One of the pack, maybe? 

 “Kitchen, baby! C’mere, I want you to taste this gumbo I’m makin’!” You were from New Orleans, and you were always cookin’ up soul food for your boys. A lot of times, you’d try some new food that you weren’t familiar with, but they’d all turn out wonderful. You and Emily were the best cooks on the reservation, that was for sure. The Pack thought y’all were the best cooks in Forks, but that was a bit cocky, and cocky wasn’t really your thing. 

 Paul’s footsteps stalled in the hallway, and you could hear the faintest of whispers. You rolled your eyes, knowing how much Paul and Jared loved to sneak up behind you and steal tastes of whatever you were cookin’. 

 “Come on in, boys! I’ll let you have a taste, too, Jared!” You assured the other Quileute boy you were sure accompanied your man.

 “Uh... Y/N, I’m not with Jared...” Paul’s voice sounded hesitant, and you knew instantly something was wrong. He never ever called you by your name. He must’ve done somethin’ stupid again, you figured.

 “What’d you do now, Paul?” Your voice held a hint of amusement, but it was mostly tired. You’d been on your feet all day, and now Paul was being all suspicious, so you were not going to get to rest any time soon. Well, you were more right about that than you had thought. 

“Um, Y/N, can you come into the living room?” You put down the sharp kitchen knife that Emily gave you for your 18th birthday last month, which you were using to dice the carrots. Slowly, you turned the stove flame down, making sure the gumbo wouldn’t burn. Then, ever so slightly, you peeked your head into the living room. With Paul was another man. Pale, pale thing, honeyed hair, and golden eyes. You relaxed a bit. The Cullens came over from time to time, so you were familiar with the blonde doctor and his family. You smiled, walking over to be a good hostess and welcome him, when you noticed a minor detail you hadn’t seen before.

They were holding hands.

You stopped in your tracks, your smile faltering. Paul let go of the blond Cullen boy’s, (was his name Jasper?) hand, moving closer to you.

“Angel,” Paul began, walking towards you. “This is Jasper.” So you were right. “He’s my other imprint.” You dropped to the floor in shock, legs bent to the left, hands supporting your upper half to your right. 

“Y/N?” Paul knelt beside you, his brows furrowed in concern. You shook off his hand.

“When?” You inquired, eyes still trained on the ground before you.

“Y/N-”

“When??” You questioned once more. Paul flinched slightly, then closed his eyes.

“The battle with the newborns.” Your breath caught. That was only 3 months after you and he had met. Only two weeks after you and Paul had first kissed. You had forgotten to breathe, and now your lungs burned for air. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Forcing a smile onto your features, you got to your feet. 

“Hello,” Jasper said, nodding slightly. You softened a bit. You could tell he was nervous. 

“Hi, honey. It’s wonderful to meet you.” You offered one of your better, more sincere smiles. 

“You as well, ma’am.” Jasper stuck his hand out for you to shake.  You shook your head, pushing it away.

“Now, now, sweetie. None of that.” You opened your arms, stepping forward.

“I’m a hugger, shugs.” He opened his arms as well, and you both shared a sweet - albeit awkward - embrace.

“Come on,” you said, pulling away. 

“I’m makin’ some gumbo, and I need you to mince the celery.” You took his cold hand in yours and led him into the kitchen. You gave him a stalk of celery and handed him a knife, telling him to get to work.

And then, it was like you had both known each other forever. Because it had to be. You didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and you definitely didn’t want to discourage Paul from happiness. So you laughed and smiled ‘till it hurt, locking your true feelings away in an iron safe so deep down, it was lost to even you.

Eventually, Jasper went home, and you stayed happy. For the rest of the day, you were all smiles, so bubbly it should’ve been suspicious. But nobody asked. Maybe they simply didn’t notice. Or maybe, just maybe, nobody cared.

                                                    _ _ _

Late that night, you and Paul were set up on the bed you both shared. You had your body resting against Paul’s chest, your lap housing a red bowl halfway filled with popcorn. You and Paul were watching a movie. It was one of the sappy romances that Paul couldn’t stand, but you loved them, and he loved you. Didn’t he? You were playing with Paul’s fingers when he asked you,

“You sure you’re okay with it?” He didn’t have to say what he meant. You knew. You put on your best act, looked up into Paul’s face, and you lied to him.

“Absolutely. Jas - He’s family now.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. You hoped Paul didn’t notice. Paul’s expression changed, happy now. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on your head.

“You have no idea what that means to me, Angel. Thank you,” he whispered. You said nothing, not wanting to say anything else you couldn’t take back. You both went back to watching the movie. You were no longer playing with your man’s fingers, your hands now resting on either side of the popcorn bowl. Neither of you said another word. 

Once the movie was over, you tied up your hair, laying next to Paul for the night. You waited for Paul’s breathing to even out, then changed into some decent runners clothes. You packed a duffel, and then, slipping a note into the side of the bed that you usually slept on, you left, without uttering so much as a goodbye.

A/N: I know it’s late, but it’s FINALLY done lmao. I had it written out weeks ago on paper, but between studying for midterms and failing biology, I haven’t really had time to update. Now, this wasn’t the ending I ORIGINALLY planned to go with, but i’m a bitch so I decided to change it. Part 2 MIGHT include more of the Cullen fam, and there MIGHT be a slight shift in gravity MUAHAHAHA. I have many things planned for the dear reader... so follow my account (or ask to be added to my taglist) for P2 when it comes!! SOrry for the title... my brain is spent and y’all probs won’t even see any MENTIONS of a P2 until March hahaha. But anyway hope y’all enjoyed this!

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Perceptive Blindness

Prompt: hi can i have some hurt/comfort lamp where virgil gets the others together and pines maybe? im feeling down and need to see virgil pining. ps i love all your fics (especially Is It Enough?)

Thanks to the nonny for this prompt! I hope it's what you wanted, I had fin with it. I love writing in Virgil's voice so much because I don't have to try and rein in my natural snark as much. 

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Pairings: LAMP babeyy

Warnings: our buddy V has a panic attack but it’s not super explicit

Word Count: 4814

It should’ve been easy, right? To see it coming?

 Listen, Virgil’s job is to be observant, to pay attention to shit. Just because he’s notoriously, um, overreactive doesn’t mean he’s bad at paying attention. He sees a whole lot of shit and hey if you saw as much shit as Virgil did you’d be freaking out too, yeah? Okay, great, got that sorted.

 So. Here’s the thing.

When Roman starts sitting a little closer to Patton that he used to on the couch or offering to help him cook and clean when they all know Roman would rather do anything else, Virgil notices. When Roman starts getting up earlier and earlier so he can beat Patton down to the kitchen so they can do it together, Virgil notices. (It’s not like he sleeps, he notices this shit when there’s not supposed to be people up and at ‘em for another half-hour.)

 So yeah, maybe he sinks into Princey’s room one day and smirks when Roman startles terribly coming out of the bathroom.

 “Hey there, Princey.”

 “Don’t—goodness, Stormcloud,” Roman huffs, getting his balance back, “don’t do that. Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

 “You were in the bathroom, you wouldn’t have answered.”

 “How did you know I was—you know what, it doesn’t matter.” Roman shakes his head. “What do you want?”

“What, I can’t just pop my head in and say hi?”

 “I’ve never in my life heard you say ‘pop my head in’ and I never want to hear it again.”

 “That’s where you draw the line?”

 “Everyone has a line, Dark and Stormy.”

 Virgil shrugs, smiling when Roman glares at him for curling up on his bed. Which, alright fair.

 “So.”

 “You’ve yet to explain why you’re in my room,” Roman reminds, sounding less upset than confused.

 “Just thought I’d say hi.”

 “Yes, sure, that’s it.”

 “What, you don’t believe me?” Roman just stares at him. “Okay, okay, I...may have an ulterior motive.”

 “Aha!” Roman points at him victoriously. “I knew it! Now tell me, you fiend.”

 It’s only the slight uptick of Roman’s mouth that lets him know that’s probably supposed to be a term of endearment.

 “Oh, nothing much,” Virgil sighs, “just wondering about your sleeping habits.”

 “Considering you’re the only one in the Mindscape who gets less sleep than me, you’re in no position to—“

 “I’m not here to yell at you, Roman,” Virgil says quickly, relaxing a bit when Roman’s shoulders slump, “I just…you know, I hear you when you get up.”

 “That’s…kind of creepy.”

 “It’s my thing, Roman,” he sighs, “I pay attention to shit and it’s not like I’m asleep.”

 “I know, I know, I didn’t mean it like that.” Roman sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Are you asking why I’ve been getting up earlier?”

 “Yup.”

 “It’s nothing bad, Virgil.”

 “Never said it was.”

 Roman sighs again, more dramatically this time, flouncing over to his desk, definitely not pouting. “Virgil…”

 “What? If it’s not bad, why don’t you wanna tell me?” Virgil’s eyes widen. “Ooh, is it a secret? Are you keeping secrets, Roman?”

 “Shut up!”

 “No!” Virgil lobs a pillow at him. “Tell me!”

 He ducks quickly when another one flies back at him.

 “Hey!”

 “You threw it first!”

 “Yeah, and!”

 “Gah!” Roman throws himself up out of his chair, trying to hide how red his face is. It’s not working. “What do you want?”

 “I told you, Princey,” Virgil grins, “I want to know why you’re getting up earlier and why you don’t want to tell me.”

 “Because I want to!”

 “And why do you want to?”

 “No,” Roman insists, pointing his finger at Virgil, “I told you, that’s what you wanted.”

 “Giving me the vaguest answer that doesn’t actually answer the question is not an answer.”

 Roman stares at him for a second. “We’ve said the word ‘answer’ too many times. It’s not a word anymore.”

 “Pity.” Virgil shrugs. “Guess you’re gonna have to just tell me.”

 “That’s not—how does—“ Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “That is not how this words. Works.”

 Virgil snickers.

 “Shut up.”

 “You’re so flustered, Princey. I haven’t seen you like this in ages.”

 “Leave me alone, Virgil.”

 The note of genuine irritation in Roman’s voice is enough to give Virgil pause. He slides off the bed and walks over to Roman, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his heels.

 “You mean that, Roman?”

 Roman looks at him from between his fingers, then looks away. “…no.”

 “Okay.” He bumps Roman with his elbow. “Sit down, Princey.”

 He winces when Roman lets his knees buckle and just collapses onto the floor.

 “I didn’t—okay fine.” Listen, Virgil has no respect for ‘normal’ sitting places at the best of times. He sits next to Roman and watches the prince worry at the cuffs of his sleeves. “Roman, you gotta—you’re gonna fuck them up.”

 “It’s fine,” Roman mutters absentmindedly, “I’ve done this before.”

 “…not exactly reassuring me here, dude.”

 “No, not—not this, I just meant the—my sleeves, they’re…they’re not…it’s fine.”

 Virgil nods, frowning as Roman starts to fidget a little more.

 “…Princey—“

 “It’s Patton,” Roman blurts, his face flushing even brighter, “I—that’s why I’m waking up earlier.”

 Something in Virgil’s chest twists.

 “I figured,” he says instead, bumping Roman’s shoulder again, “you, uh, you had that look about you.”

 “What look?”

 Virgil tilts his head a bit. “You…you do know what you look like when you’re in love, don’t you Princey?”

 If Roman’s eyes could go wider than when Virgil said he knew what was going on, well, they do.

“I—I’m—wait, what?”

 “You’re romance, aren’t you?” The corner of Virgil’s mouth tugs upward. “Passion, desire, romance, all of that, right?”

 “I am, but—“

 “You—alright, I gotta figure out a way to say this without being sappy as shit,” Virgil grumbles, looking away for a moment. “Okay, uh—you’re—there’s no way to say this and not sound absolutely ridiculous, but um…your color’s red, right?”

 Roman nods, still staring at him.

 “You…your eyes turn red, Roman,” Virgil mumbles, “like…you know how cartoon people get like…hearts in their eyes?”

 “I get literal heart-eyes?”

 “Kind of?” Virgil waves his hand. “You just—you’re—your irises go red and like…sparkly.”

 “They do?”

 “Have you seriously never noticed?”

 “No!” Roman looks like someone just told him Thomas got another Disney job or something. “I—oh my goodness, this is incredible! How can I see this!”

 “Here’s a tip,” Virgil snickers as Roman’s cheeks start to color again, “next time you’re in the kitchen with Patton or something, look at yourself in the mirror or something reflective right after you look at him.”

 “O-okay,” Roman mumbles, “okay, okay, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this—“

 “Hey—“ Virgil prods him— “you’re supposed to be downstairs in ten minutes anyway, just go now.”

 “Right!”

 “And…he’s gone,” Virgil sighs, getting up and sinking back to his own room. He pulls on his headphones and turns up the music.

 Had Roman…really never noticed his eyes did that? The dude’s had eyes for—well, as long as you have eyes for. Has he never looked at himself when he’s working before? Jeez, and here Virgil thought Roman was looking in a mirror every two seconds.

 Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s noticed something that none of the others did. But still, what with how…obvious Roman can be sometimes, had the others really never noticed this either?

 As it turns out, the answer is yes, but also no.

 They’re in the living room a few days later and Roman’s bouncing off the walls, as per usual, as Logan looks up every so often from his book, and Patton giggles. Virgil is decidedly not paying attention because of course he isn’t, curled up on the floor out of the way of Roman’s bouncing.

 “Watch where you’re going,” Logan scolds when Roman almost brains himself on the banister, “you’ll hurt yourself.”

 “Pfft,” Roman blusters, “I haven’t paid attention to a single thing in my entire life and I’ll be damned if I start now.”

 Virgil snorts. Patton makes a vague noise of concern. Logan just sighs.

 “Roman, you are clearly intelligent enough to demonstrate that you do pay attention to things.”

 “I dunno,” Virgil says, “he didn’t notice his heart-eyes when he’s in love until I told him about them.”

 Roman sticks his tongue out. Virgil sticks his out back. Then they notice that Logan and Patton are quiet.

 “Guys?”

 “Roman has what?” Logan closes his book. “I…I was also not aware of this.”

 “Hah!” Roman points at Virgil. “See, it’s not just me!”

 “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

 “Patton? Did you also know this?”

 “Y-yeah,” Patton manages, his voice strangely quiet, “I mean, I knew about Roman’s eyes, but…doesn’t he have that all the time? Not just when he’s in love?”

 Oh.

 Oh, shit.

 Roman freezes, his mouth opening and closing without making sounds. Logan looks quizzically back and forth between the two of them until Virgil clambers to his feet and knocks his elbow.

 “C’mon, L, let’s go somewhere else.”

 “Why?”

 “You’ll see.”

 Sure enough, after a few minutes of them walking away to give Roman and Patton some privacy, Logan makes a small ‘ah’ sound.

 “Yeah,” Virgil sighs, “took them long enough.”

 “I am pleased to say that this I did notice.”

 “Right?”

 “I mean it’s not like it isn’t obvious.”

 “That’s what I said.”

 “Honestly, did they believe we couldn’t see?”

 “I don’t think they knew until like, ten seconds ago.”

 “They truly are a bit oblivious, aren’t they?”

 “Oh, hell yeah.”

 Hey, you know how sickeningly adorable Patton and Roman are normally? You know how much more sickeningly adorable they got after this happened?

 Great.

 Now double that.

 Now you have like, some idea of what Virgil’s going through.

 Dates. Kisses. Flowers. Baking together. Sitting on top of each other. Whispers in the corner. Curled around a phone so tight they can’t tell whose legs are whose.

 All.

 The.

 Time.

 Is Virgil happy for them? Yes. Absolutely. Great for them. Is he also about to down a bottle of soy sauce to even out the amount of pure sugar he’s being forced to consume? Pass that salt factory over here, please, pronto. That’s probably why the feeling that twisted in his chest hasn’t gone away any.

 “Seriously,” Virgil huffs to Logan after the two of them vanish from the kitchen, “Thomas is gonna have so many cavities.”

 “That’s not how it works, Virgil.”

 “But it fucking could be.”

 “I must say I think this has had a…positive impact on Thomas,” Logan says instead, “that his heart and his ego are so…compatible.”

 Virgil snorts. “That’s one way to put it.”

 “I suppose it makes sense.”

 “Yeah, yeah, it makes sense. Right brain boys, we get it. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel like I’m drowning in a gallon of vanilla syrup every time I walk into a fucking room.”

 “Alright, enough,” Logan says, giving Virgil a reprimanding look that’s just this side of too smiley to be effective, “I need more coffee.”

 “Ooh, get me some too?”

 “I have a better idea: why don’t you come with me?”

 Virgil groans. “But that requires moving. And effort.”

 “You have legs.”

 “But—“ Virgil wriggles down into the nice little divot in the couch cushions— “comfy.”

 Logan sighs, shaking his head in what might be fond exasperation. “Very well. Hold this.”

 “Okay,” Virgil mutters, taking Logan’s empty coffee mug, “what are you—hey!”

 Logan, because apparently none of them have noticed that he can apparently do this, simply tucks Virgil under his arm like a sack of potatoes, conveniently ignoring the fact that Virgil is, you know, a fucking heavy-ass person, and walks off toward the kitchen like this is absolutely fucking normal.

 “Do I even weigh anything to you?”

 “Your weight is not insubstantial.”

 Well, judging by the way Logan’s just walking, like a normal person, uh, it doesn’t seem like it.

 “How—since when—what?”

 “Articulate as always, Virgil,” Logan remarks, stride never faltering, “I do seek to maintain some level of physical fitness.”

 “Some level of—Logan, you’re carrying me like it’s nothing!”

 Logan glances down and raises an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

 Nope. Absolutely not. Not from this angle. Holy shit.

 “No,” Virgil squeaks, “no, nope. I’m good. No problems.”

 Logan hums and looks away, easily setting Virgil back on his feet once they get to the kitchen.

 Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine right now. Everything’s so fine. Everything’s so fine and good right now in the way that it’s happening. It’s never not been fine. Virgil’s never been more fine in his fucking life.

 Holy fuck.

 Okay, so Virgil was not observant enough to pick that up the first time around—get it? No? Fuck you, that was funny—but he does start noticing it more often. How Logan can just sigh and pick up the couch to grab his pencil, or how he never balks at having to put away the really heavy dishes that Patton struggles with. It’s—okay. Yep, he can deal with this. Totally.

 Virgil just sees a lot, okay?

 Which means that he can see how Roman and Patton react when they first realize how strong Logan is.

 Patton’s looking for something in the top of the cupboard, straining on his tiptoes. He sighs and starts to try and climb the counter.

 “Patton!” Logan rushes into the kitchen past Virgil who sits back to watch the show. “Don’t do that, you know how dangerous it is.”

 “I know, I know, but I can’t find the brown sugar, I think I pushed it back too far!”

 “Just get the step stool, you know where it is.”

 “But it takes so long to reorganize the closet to get it out,” Patton protests, “and I know where it is, it won’t take long.”

 “We do need to fix that, don’t we?” Logan sighs. “Alright. You say you know where it is?”

 “Yes! I can see it, I just can’t reach it.”

 “Alright. Ready?”

 “Ready for—oof!”

 Patton squeals when Logan just…picks him up and holds him by the cupboard, clutching Logan’s arms like he’s going to fall.

 “L-Logan!”

 “Can you reach it?”

 “Y-yeah, I can probably—oh my goodness, Lo, you’re strong!”

 “I’m not going to drop you, Patton, just grab the sugar.”

 “Okay, okay, I, um…” Patton fidgets, still clutching Logan’s hands. “Gosh!”

 “Patton? The sugar?”

 “R-right!” Patton pulls the bag of sugar out of the cupboard as Logan lowers him gently to the ground. “Wow, thanks, Logan!”

 “Of course. Though we really must get the closet reorganized, the step stool does not good if we can’t easily access it…”

 Virgil snickers as Logan goes off about the closet. He knows damn well Patton is not paying any attention to what he’s saying. He catches Virgil’s eyes and just mouths ‘wow!’

 Virgil responds with a shrug of ‘what can you do?’

 “Virgil?”

 “What’s up, L?” He cranes his neck back to peer up at Logan.

 “Patton has requested that we all come to stay in the kitchen,” Logan says, offering a hand to pull Virgil to his feet. Virgil briefly entertains the idea of making Logan pick him up again when he decides against it.

 “Okay…?”

 “Do you happen to know where Roman is,” Logan asks as he pulls Virgil up, “or no?”

 “I think he’s in the Imagination?”

 Logan rolls his eyes. “Then you may as well come with me. We’ll have a better chance of finding him.”

 Virgil tips Patton a lazy two-fingered salute as they make their way up the stairs. Sure enough, the bright red door to the Imagination is ajar, and as Logan steps through, Virgil spots a castle, a briar garden, and many many cloud fortresses above.

 “Well,” Logan huffs as Virgil closes the door, “he’s not running out of energy any time soon.”

 “Good.”

 “Quite.” Logan glances around. “Well, we’d better start looking.”

 Virgil’s about to agree when he hears something whistling above him. He looks up and squints.

 He takes two steps to the left.

 “Virgil?” Logan turns around. “What’re you doing?”

 In response, Virgil just points up.

 Logan follows his finger, his expression changing from one of confusion to that familiar fond exasperation again. Virgil expects him to glance around for something soft, or squishy, or at the very least move out of the way.

 Instead, Logan simply sighs, takes two steps closer, and holds out his arms…

 …and catches Roman effortlessly in a princess carry.

 “Hello, Roman,” Logan says like he didn’t just fucking do that, “Patton wants everyone downstairs.”

 “I don’t think Roman’s got speech right now, L,” Virgil snickers.

 Indeed, Roman—which, hang on, let’s preface this by saying this is a reasonable reaction, okay? Logan just fucking caught him after falling from god knows how high like he weighs less than a fucking pillow, this is not something that just happens—is staring open-mouthed at Logan, panting heavily, frozen in Logan’s arms. Logan tilts his head.

 “Roman? Are you okay?”

 Virgil snorts when Roman suddenly flails and tries to struggle out of Logan’s arms.

 “Roman,” Logan says sternly and holy fuck, “if you want me to put you down I will, but if you do that you’re going to hurt yourself.”

 “Yep,” Roman squeaks, “you can—you can put me down, I can walk, you can put me down.”

 “There we go.” Logan puts him down only for Roman to quickly brush himself off and dart toward the door. “Where are you going?”

 “Patton! Downstairs! Forgot! Bye!”

 “Well, he seems to be in a hurry,” Logan sighs, adjusting his glasses, only to frown at Virgil when Virgil just bursts out laughing. “What?”

 “No, no, you gotta—holy shit!” Virgil doubles over, still cackling. “Oh my god, his face.”

 “I don’t understand what’s so funny,” Logan says a moment later when Virgil’s wiping tears from his eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

 The concerned question sobers Virgil, at least enough to stop dying. “No, no, L, you’re fine. Roman’s just…having a moment.”

 “Because he forgot about Patton’s request,” Logan nods, “and does not wish to offend him.”

 “…yeah, that’s it.”

 “Well,” Logan says, dusting himself off, “let’s not be late too, hmm?”

 “Sure, L.”

 Logan might not know why Roman and Patton are muttering furiously to each other and spring apart the second they appear around the end of the stairs, but Virgil does. He just chuckles and winks and settles in to watch a dinner of the three of them being absolutely idiots.

 It’s fine.

 It’s so fine.

 It’s probably because he was laughing so hard that his chest still hurts.

 This lasts for like a week, and Virgil’s fucking face hurts from laughing at their fucking faces and trying to hide how hard he’s fucking laughing. And yeah okay Virgil’s in no position to judge, he’s got no idea how ridiculous he looked when he got jump scared by Logan’s freaky strength.

 And it’s just not fucking fair because if it was Roman, they’d all expect it. He’d be sweeping them off their feet every two seconds and they’d be used to it by now. If it were Patton, he’d just pick them up and hug them and be the best dad ever and that would be great. But no, it’s Logan.

 Logan who’s…Logan. Who can calm them all down better than anyone else but also has that sharp-as-hell tongue and quick wit that runs circles around them. Fuck. He’s just—gah.

 Okay, at least Virgil’s not alone here. He’s seen Patton fumble through his words around a surprisingly patient Logan for ages now, and watched Roman stand way too close to Logan too. And yeah, okay, he’s seen the way Logan looks at them too.

 So much so that he bites the bullet one day and sighs, tugging Logan out of the living room and to his room.

 “Virgil? What’s going on?”

 “What’s going on,” Virgil sighs, “is that if I have to look at you pining over them for one more second I am going to scream.”

 Logan, to his credit, doesn’t try and deny it. Instead, he simply adjusts his tie and glasses, studiously avoiding Virgil’s gaze. “I suppose it really is that obvious.”

 “To me, yeah, to those two, not so much.”

 “I will get over this, I’m working on it.”

 “God, no, L, that’s not what I—“ Virgil pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just talk to them, okay?”

 “Are you certain? But you’d be…okay with this?”

 Virgil levels a stare at him. “Dude, have you not seen how they look at you?”

 “…no?”

 “What is it like for you guys? It must be so boring.”

 “I can assure you,” Logan says wryly, “I can see perfectly well.”

 “Sure, Specs.”

 “Alright, that’s enough.”

 “Yeah, uh-huh. Sure.”

 “Virgil!”

 “No, no, I’m just saying it’s interesting that—“

 “That’s enough.”

 Virgil gulps. “Mhmm. Okay. Yep. Got it.”

 He wisely does not go into the living room for the rest of the day.

 There’s a lot Virgil sees. He sees the way Logan makes two extra mugs of coffee, sits just so on the couch, touches the small of Roman’s back or the crook of Patton’s shoulder. He sees the way Roman smiles when he looks at Patton the way he doesn’t smile any other time, wraps his arms tightly around Logan’s waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder, keeps his door cracked a little more than usual. He sees the way Patton fusses over the cookies, making sure they’ve always got Roman’s chips and Logan’s pretzels stocked, walks in the middle of the two of them with their hands swinging.

 He sees a lot.

 And, uh…he realizes something.

 Remember that, uh, funny feeling in his chest that he totally thought was from somewhere else?

 Listen, just because he sees a lot of stuff doesn’t mean he’s the best at recognizing it.

 So yeah. He’s, uh…

 You know.

 Don’t make him say it.

 As it turns out, that can make you blind to certain things. When he’s hyper-focusing on the things he knows he’s going to see, he doesn’t really have the space to realize there’s a whole host of things he doesn’t see.

 He doesn’t see the way Patton’s smile drops when Virgil declines his invitation to movie night, saying he doesn’t wanna crash or invade. He doesn’t notice the way Roman makes a point to ask permission to hug Virgil too, cradling him with a tenderness he doesn’t notice that he’s only seen for the others. He doesn’t realize how much Logan’s behavior toward him is how Logan treats Roman and Patton now.

 He doesn’t notice much past the ache in his chest.

 Then he has a panic attack on their date night and the pain sharpens to an unbearable whine.

 They’re not coming. They’re not coming. There’s no one here to help him, he’s alone, he’s always going to be alone, in the dark, in the shadows, away from the light. They’re not worrying about him, why would they? They’ve got each other, they don’t need him, they’ve never needed him, not like he needs them, he’s—he’s all alone, he doesn’t have anyone, no one wants him, he’s going to die like this. He’s alone. It’s cold. The cold is painful. His chest burns from how cold it is. He can’t breathe, it’s so cold.

 “Virgil?”

 No one is here, no one is coming.

 “Roman, can you—?”

 Something bangs in the distance.

 “Virgil!”

 Strong arms wrap around him and pull him into something warm. More strong arms cover his hands and gently pry them away from his face. Something soft rubs his face and strokes over his back.

 “I need you to breathe with me, kiddo, come on…”

 “We’re right here, Stormcloud, you just calm down now.”

 “It’s okay, Virgil, everything is okay.”

 They’re…here?

 No, no, no, they’re not supposed to be here, it’s their date night, they—oh, god they’re missing their date night for him and he’s ruining it and they’re going to hate him now and—and—

 “Shh, shh,” comes Logan’s voice from somewhere above him, “hush now, Virgil, it’s alright. We’ve got you.”

 “You’re safe, sweetheart,” Patton coos, “I promise. You just sit with Logan for a minute, okay?”

 “I’m—I’m so—sor—sorr—“

 “None of that, shadowling,” Roman murmurs, brushing—wait, what?—brushing his lips over the back of Virgil’s shaking hand, “it’s not your fault.”

 The ache in Virgil’s chest expands and collapses in on itself again.

 Logan makes a comforting noise, tugging Virgil gently this way and that until he’s square in Logan’s arms, his head pillowed in the crook of Logan’s neck. Roman’s hand cards through his hair. Patton taps the 4-7-8 rhythm gently on his arm.

 “Virgil, honey?” Patton reaches up to dab at his damp cheek when he mumbles a full apology. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

 “Yeah,” Virgil manages, “y-you can go now, ‘m sorry.”

 Roman chuckles. “If you think we’re leaving you, little demon, you’ve got another thing coming.”

 “B-but you—“

 “Shh, shh,” Roman says quickly when Virgil’s breathing starts to pick up again, “take it easy, V, it’s okay, we’re not in a hurry.”

 “It’s your date night,” Virgil blurts, the words clumsy and too loud in his mouth, “you—you shouldn’t have to be here. W-with—“

 “…with,” Patton prompts gently, “with what, kiddo?”

 “…with me.”

 “Oh, kiddo…”

 “If you think,” Roman says quietly, “that we’d rather be anywhere else than right here, with you, at any time, you’re sorely mistaken, V.”

 Wait.

 What?

 “B-but we’re—you’re—I’m not—“

 “Not what, kiddo?”

 “…yours.”

 Saying it out loud punctures his chest again. Tears well up in his eyes as he buries his face shamefully in Logan’s neck.

 “…oh my god,” he hears Roman say faintly, “it happened!”

 “But I thought we—we were being more obvious!”

 “I know! I thought we were too! But this happened! It’s just like the stories, oh my goodness—“

 “Oh, kiddo…”

 Virgil can’t process any of that right now, thank you very much, because he’s currently hiding in Logan’s embrace and would rather never emerge again.

 If he had, well, he may have been a little more prepared for Logan to cup his face with one hand and pull back enough to look him in the eyes.

 “Virgil,” Logan whispers, “we thought you already were.”

 Stop.

 Wait.

 Pause.

 Go back.

 Rewind.

 “What?”

 “Surely you’ve noticed, kiddo, haven’t you?” Patton squeezes his arm. “We love you, Virgil.”

 “B-but—you—“

 “Stormcloud,” Roman whispers, brushing his lips over Virgil’s cheek, “we do, and you’re ours as much as you’d like to be.”

 “I—I—Logan—“

 “Patton’s right,” Logan says, still cupping Virgil’s face as he wipes away stray tears, “to be honest, I….well, I thought you and I were in a relationship long before Patton and Roman.”

 “You what?”

 In response, Logan leans forward and kisses Virgil’s forehead.

 “You don’t think I’d do that for just anyone,” he whispers, too quiet for the others to hear, “do you?”

 Hello, yes, hi, Virgil has precisely zero idea what’s going on right now, so uh, if everyone could just hold the fuck on for two seconds it would be greatly appreciated.

 “Aww, Left Brain boys!”

 “Shh!”

 Virgil isn’t interrupting date night.

 The others care about him.

 The others love him.

 The others want him to be a part of their family.

 Logan thought they were in a relationship already.

 “Shh, shh,” Logan shushes, his thumb stroking Virgil’s shaking cheek, “you don’t have to say anything right now, darling. This is a lot, I’m sure.”

 “Logan’s right.” Roman ruffles Virgil’s hair. “We’ll be here for you, Stormcloud.”

 “And that’s a promise.”

 Yeah, Virgil’s brain is way too fried by all of this to process any of it. But he does know that Roman’s hand in his hair is warm and soft and perfect. He knows that Patton’s murmuring something quietly that’s lulling him right to sleep. He knows that Logan is still holding him tightly, his lips pressed to his forehead, whispering how much they love him.

 “Go to sleep, darling,” Logan whispers, “we’ll be here when you wake up.”

 “…rude?”

 “You’re not being rude, kiddo, promise.”

 “Close your eyes,” Roman calls softly, his fingers scratching around Virgil’s head, “and you’ll see, Stormcloud.”

 As Virgil’s eyes drift closed, maybe…maybe they’re right.

 Maybe it’ll be a little easier to see that way.

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[safertokiss]

Hate the Game, Love the Player

A/N: Let the fun times ensue! I really liked this prompt and a story kinda just wrote itself in my chaotic brain so here we are. I relate to this prompt greatly, I will admit, so it was extremely easy to channel. Anyways, thanks for reading and life’s a party.

Prompt: "spence i fucking hate chess. i just like spending time with you." (Anonymous)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 4k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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Spencer Reid. Spencer Fucking Reid. What a man.

You had been pretty much in love with the resident genius since the second you stepped foot into the BAU for your first day over a year ago. You could remember your first meeting plain as day, the way he stuttered out an introduction while a bright blush covered his entire figure, the way he fiddled with his hands to stay grounded in the moment. You had found the whole interaction very adorable and had decided in that moment that your heart belonged to him.

You guys had hit it off almost immediately, surprising absolutely no one on the team, and a beautiful friendship quickly bloomed between the two of you. While you certainly loved being his best friend and colleague, you were stuck.

 As more and more time passed with Spencer at your side, you couldn't stop the feelings you harbored for him from dramatically increasing. You had always read those stupid, sappy romance books that, more often than not, revolved around a close friendship being troubled by one half of the duo catching feelings for the other. Even worse were the stories where they didn’t end up together. You hoped that that wasn’t going to be the case for you and the doctor.

Of course the feelings weren’t just one-sided. It was blatantly obvious to pretty much everyone on the team, yourself included, that he felt the same exact way about you, and while the knowledge of his affection was encouraging, it didn’t amount to much because you knew he wasn’t the type to admit his feelings outright, especially to a female. Since there was no way in hell he was going to make the first move, you had been trying your hardest to make your advances as obvious and clear as humanly possible, hoping that at least one of them would finally lead to more. You had reached a point where you were so desperate you were willing to do the unspeakable for him. It was time to do the completely unimaginable.

“Hey Spence!” You watched his body jump slightly before swirling around in his chair to make eye contact with you, giving you a perfect view of his figure. He looked especially good today for some reason and you suspected that had something to do with your sudden willingness to go through with the one thing you had hoped you would never have to do. “Yeah?”

Oh boy here we go, now or never. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to maybe teach me how to play chess sometime? I’ve been meaning to learn how for quite a while now.” You certainly didn’t miss the way his face lit up with excitement at your question, quickly confirming that you had had the right idea and made the right decision asking.

“R-really? You’d actually want to do that? Oh wow, I’d love to teach you sometime! Maybe uh, if you want of course, you could come over tonight after work and we could start then. I’ll even um-I’ll even try not to win so you could have some fun! Oh um-uh not that you wouldn’t be able to win on your own, it’s just that-” 

“Spence, slow down”, you said with a chuckle, unable to contain the smile that covered your lips. “Tonight sounds great. I’ll meet you at your place after we get out of here, ok?” The stupid childlike grin that spread across his face was intoxicating and made you somehow fall even deeper in love with him. It was honestly baffling that someone as seemingly perfect as him could actually exist. God, how you hoped the two of you would at last grow some balls tonight and do something, finally putting that built-up tension to rest. Well, hopefully not to rest. You certainly wouldn’t mind it sticking around forever, as long as he was by your side to ease the borderline torture whenever it reared it’s ugly head.

“Ok uh-yeah that sounds awesome! S-see you tonight then. Oh and don’t forget to bring earplugs for when you inevitably get tired of hearing me explain the complexities of the game for the thousandth time”, he shyly added at the end. You didn’t even attempt to stop the lighthearted snort that escaped at his words. Like you could ever possibly grow tired of listening to him? That’s a big, fat negative. Giving you one last wide grin, he spun back around and began working on his files again, leaving you vulnerable to the not exactly innocent thoughts swirling around in your head.

You were going over his house tonight, the two of you would be all alone. Sure, you had been over there plenty of times before for various reasons, but this felt significantly different for some reason. Maybe that was down to the fact that you fully intended on making some kind of move tonight, in turn, hopefully, making your intentions completely clear to him. You had no definite way of knowing how far things would end up going later, but you certainly had a preference of where you wanted things to end up. Too many days had been spent pining over the young doctor, and at this point it was the only thing you could think of that would satisfy your desires.

Would he even want to though? As close as the two of you were, the topic of sex or anything even remotely sexual never seemed to breech into your conversations, as much as that disappointed you. It wasn’t exactly that you were worried about him not being into that kind of stuff, it was more of a deep rooted insecurity that often made you question whether or not he would ever want to do something of the sort with you. You quickly pushed the thought out of your head, deciding that the only way you were ever going to know for sure was if you worked up the courage to make some sort of significant advance in his direction tonight. 

Eventually ignoring your raging inner thoughts and returning to the task at hand, you couldn’t help but check the clock every few minutes, anxiously counting the minutes until you were able to leave this place and get to his. 

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You had all but sprinted out of the office earlier once your shift had come to an end, rushing to get to your car so you could leave. 

The excitement that had been pumping through your veins was intoxicating and made you question all the seemingly silly nerves you had felt building up throughout the day. What was there to be nervous about? It was just chess. However, as you pulled into his apartment complex’s lot, you realized that it was so much more than just chess and the nerves came rushing back through you like a fucking tsunami.

You didn’t even want to discuss the way you felt right now, perched directly outside of his apartment, dazedly staring at the wooden door. Was it too late to just turn around, go home and forget that this whole damn thing ever even happened. A lucid fever dream, that’s what this could be if you just left. 

No. You wanted and needed this. Here’s hoping Spencer did too.

You cautiously raised your fist before gently knocking on the rough surface a couple of times. You were able to hear some slight movement from inside and just as you were taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down a bit more, the door swung open, an equally nervous and excited looking Spencer now standing opposite you. God he was so pretty.

“Hi”, he quietly spoke, his eyes absentmindedly sweeping across your frame. You were easily able to detect the anticipation that radiated off of him in waves, the same feeling emanating from deep within you as well. “Hey Spence”, you breathily whispered, a shy smile gracing your lips.

After a brief moment of just silently staring at each other, Spencer snapped out of his apparent stupor and awkwardly angled his body to the side so you could come inside, gently shutting the door behind you. Immediately after entering his apartment your eyes drifted to the kitchen, noticing that he had somehow managed to cook dinner for the two of you in the very short time since you guys had gotten out of work, him leaving the office slightly earlier than you did. The kind gesture made you feel warm inside, the situation as a whole feeling amazingly domestic. 

“Oh my god. Spence, you really didn’t have to do all this. It smells amazing!” You watched the young doctor ripen into a tomato at your words, feeling your desire for him deepen even further. He blindly followed you as you made your way towards the kitchen to investigate his hard work, passing by the fancy, little chess board you had always ignored before on the way. “It’s no problem at all Y/n, can’t have you learning on an empty stomach right?”, he teased as you let out a light giggle at his thought process. “I suppose you are the doctor here”, you answered with a joking tone. “Shall we then?” Suddenly feeling much more comfortable in each other’s presence, the two of you quickly ate, Spencer’s cooking completely blowing your mind.

“Ok as amazing as that was Spence, I believe it’s chess learning time!” You succeeded in portraying genuine excitement at your statement, simply opting to instead think about all the possibilities of what could happen, rather than the game itself. The evident excitement that exuded from his slim figure was more than enough encouragement for you to get the ball rolling and waltz over to the mahogany table, promptly assuming your position across from him. “All you Reid, I’m completely at your mercy.” You saw him swallow hard at your choice of words and found yourself slyly smirking at his reaction. Quickly clearing his throat, he jumped right into things.

“O-ok so basically to start off there’s um-six classes or ranks for the pieces. You have the pawns, the rooks, the knights, bishops, kings and queens and uh-each different rank has their own move set or “abilities”, if you will. Before every game there’s a specific order that they…”

You tried. You really, really tried to focus on what he was saying, but there was no stopping your mind from wandering to more pressing matters. For example: how unbelievably hot he looked rambling excitedly about one of the most boring things on the planet. He made you actually look forward to playing. In all honesty, you already knew how to play the dreadful game, thanks to years and years of mandatory family bonding time with your dad when you were younger. Spencer didn’t need to know that though. 

Eventually his instructional spiel had come to an end, the two of you now having moved on to a couple practice rounds to get the hang of things. You hated fibbing to him about your previous experience with the game, but it was well worth it to see the way his face lit up with every word that fell from his lips. After engaging in several “practice” games, Spencer had deemed you suitable for the real deal, offering to still help you along the way if you needed it, for which you thanked him.

The first few trial games that you guys played through went by pretty smoothly and while you were nowhere near beating him, you were able to hold your own weight fairly well. Sure, you had had previous experience from your childhood, but it had been so long you found your skills were kind of rusty and they presented themselves as such. The longer you both played the more you remembered, reaching the point where you were actually rivalling him and giving him some sort of competition. You could see how impressed he was with you, but there also seemed to be some layer of pride boiling underneath the surface. While you loved his reactions to your “newly” acquired skills, things were going much too slow for your liking and you knew exactly what to do.

“How about we up the stakes a little bit, hmmm?” He looked up at your words, a curious look crossing over his features.

“What did you have in mind?” You watched him visibly gulp at the suggestive smirk that slowly adorned your face. Momentarily ignoring his question, you began to reset the board, the clinking of game pieces being the only sound filling the apartment, that and Spencer’s bated breath as he waited for a response. 

“Ok, I’m sure you’ve heard of strip poker before?” You watched him hesitantly nod his head in agreement before continuing. “Well how about we play some strip chess, make things a bit more exciting, yeah?” The speed at which a blush overtook his features would’ve been alarming to anyone else on the planet, except for you of course, who found it utterly adorable.

“I uhh-I y-yeah, sure. Sure! We can do that. It sounds kind of...fun? What um-how would that work exactly?” You gave him a bright smile at the evident eagerness laced within his words before explaining your thought process on specific rules for the game. 

“Well I’m thinking that we don’t have enough layers on to remove something everytime we capture an opponent’s piece...soooo..maybe every two pieces captured by the other person you have to take something off? Yeah that sounds like it should work. Good?” You watched him seem to mull over things quickly in his head before nodding with slightly more confidence than he had exuded before. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Around twenty minutes later, the two of you were stripped down to the bare minimum, you in just your panties and bra, him in his boxers, both of you finally seeming to understand the weight of the current situation you were in. You certainly hadn’t expected to give Spencer this big of a run for his money, but you were glad you were able to best him at least a few times. However, depending on the next few moves, you guys were so close to crossing a line that neither of you could possibly come back from. 

Unfortunately, while you were too busy worrying about what was about to happen, Spencer had cornered one of your pieces and captured it, making it his second piece of yours captured since the last article of your clothing had come off. His head jerked up towards you as he realized what his small victory meant. Shit. Were you really about to expose yourself to him, willingly at that?

Yes. Yes you were.

Spencer watched with wide eyes and labored breathing as you slowly reached behind your back to undo the clasps on your bra, the material falling forward slightly, until you removed the straps making the lacy garment come off completely, sending a shy smile in his direction. You swear you saw his eyes darken as they widened even further at your bold movement, his Adam's apple bobbing at the sight of your bare chest right there in front of him. Unable to think about it too long and suddenly emboldened by his reactions, you quickly made your next move while he was basically hypnotized by your tits. Maybe this could work to your advantage after all. 

Realizing that the boy genius wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon, seemingly too invested in his personal peepshow, you snapped your fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. His eyes immediately snapped up to meet yours, embarrassment coating his face as he cleared his throat. “Oh I-um-sorry. I was a bit d-distracted”, he nervously chuckled, aware he had been caught ogling your body like a horny teenager, not that you minded in the slightest.

You could easily tell how frazzled the young doctor still was as he took his turn, making a move that there was no way in hell Spencer would have ever made with a clear mind. An excited smirk graced your face as you registered what he had just done. And based on the way his eyebrows furrowed, it seemed as though he had too. No fucking way. 

“I uhh-uhh...shit. I-I um…”

Making sure to maintain steady eye contact with him, you slowly leaned over the table, your breasts pushing together perfectly to compliment the show you were putting on, and confidently made your final move.

“Checkmate.”

As the two of you sat there just staring at each other, you noticed his breathing becoming more and more labored, his eyes completely black with desire, yours probably looking the same.

Fuck it, let’s go.

The speed at which you shoved the board clean off the table and climbed across it into his lap was astounding, immediately smashing your lips together as you successfully straddled him. He moaned into your mouth at your eagerness and it only egged you on further, roughly tugging on his hair as your lips moved in synchronicity. Reluctantly prying your lips away from his, you stared directly into his black orbs, your chest heaving.

“I want you.” You watched his pupils dilate at your words, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I want you”, he reciprocated with sincerity in his tone. Moaning at his agreement and admission you desperately reunited your mouths as he swifty lifted you onto the mahogany table, stepping in between your welcoming legs so your bodies were as close as possible. 

You both needed this. Badly. It was inevitable that at some point the two of you would finally snap, mutually ravaging each other in the most animalistic of ways. It was like a switch flipped inside the two of you, totally disregarding the way you normally acted on a day to day basis. Honestly you had no idea Spencer had it in him, this feral, primal side of him. But you fucking loved it.

As soon as he stepped between your legs and reconnected your lips, his large hands pawed at your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh like it was his favorite hobby. The moans pouring from your lips only fueled him further, his grip becoming noticeably stronger. Letting his hands roam wherever they pleased on your body, you raked your own up and down his chest, bright red streaks left behind in their wake, making him groan uncontrollably. 

“God Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Since the moment you walked in I haven’t been able to control myself around you. You drive me fucking insane.” His words only increased the veracity behind your moans as you reached down to palm him through his boxers, which weren’t doing much to hide his rather large excitement. He threw his head back with a groan, his mussed hair protruding in every direction possible. “Spencer pleaseee!”, you begged, desperate for him to touch you and give you more. You needed more.

Seemingly getting the hint, he immediately ripped your panties off before roughly thrusting his fingers into you, exploring your heat eagerly, moaning at the overwhelming warmth and wetness surrounding them. You cried out at the intrusion, instantly latching onto him, your nails digging into his back as your body arched into him. Your reactions drove him insane, his digits consistently pumping in and out of you, making your whole body tremble as you felt your release speedily approaching. 

“That’s it baby, let go.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt yourself completely tense up before releasing all of the tension in a blissful moment, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips. “Spencer!” He watched with hooded eyes as he pushed you over the edge, evident pride rushing through his veins. The fire inside of you came rushing back, reigniting every inch of your body, craving for more.

You tugged on the hem of his boxers, trying to convey your desires, watching him get the hint fairly quickly and hastily remove them before stepping back between your legs. Surging forward you latched your lips onto his and wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively tethering himself to you and urging him to continue. You could feel him hot and heavy against the inside of your thigh, but it simply wasn’t enough, him seemingly thinking the same thing, soon feeling him position himself against your throbbing core.

Both panting with anticipation and desire, he looked up into your eyes, searching for any kind of sign that this was for sure what you wanted. You frantically nodded your head, a desperate gleam in your eyes. “Please Spence! I need you!”

Seemingly satisfied with your response, the young doctor let out a feral growl before thrusting his entire length into you on the first stroke. You both whined out at the feeling, latching on to each other like your lives depended on it. “Holy shit, Y/n. You feel so fucking good.” His words triggered an unnecessarily loud moan to escape your throat, feeling yourself unwillingly tighten around his cock. The pace he set was brutal as he pounded you into the table over and over again. 

That stupid chess table. You could confidently say that this was worlds better than any of the many games you had both played earlier in the night. If things worked out your way the two of you would be doing this a lot more often instead of playing chess.

Even though the two of you had only been going at it for a fairly short time, you could already feel your climax speedily approaching and, based on the way he kept scrunching up his face, you’d guess he wasn’t very far behind. 

“Spencer please! I’m so close, baby please!”

The guttural groan that escaped him was sinful and ignited your insides with a fire that you didn’t even know existed within you. As he roughly thrusted into you, your body slamming against the hard surface below you, you felt yourself quickly tumble over the edge, your vision going spotty at the intensity of your orgasm. The way you screamed out his name and clenched around his cock was too much for Spencer to handle, him following you closely behind and filling you up completely with his seed. 

The two of you held onto each other desperately as you waited for your bated breaths to return to normal, a light sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies. Giving you a soft smile, drastically different from the man who had been inside you moments ago, he carefully removed himself from you before walking to the kitchen to get some towels. After cleaning the two of you up, he gently picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, both of you settling immediately under the sheets, clinging to each other.

As Spencer softly played with your hair in the comfortable silence, you could feel the two of you giving into the slumber that was calling out to you. However before you gave in, you needed him to know how you truly felt.

“Hey Spence?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I fucking hate chess. I just like spending time with you.” He chuckled softly before responding.

“I like spending time with you too.”

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[blueberrysets]

Alright so I may or may not ha e just seen your navigation post and diOaksnsks ma'am you now have yourself a top fan soaowisis anyways, may I request headcanons for Yaku, Kenma, Akaashi, and Sugawara with a same year as them s/o who's part of the music club and the younger members look up to said s/o like a big sister? I wonder how they'd react...

From: The one and only BucketofForks

To: You :DD

okay, this request is sO CUTE!! AHH!! thank you for being my first request and I hope you enjoy it! :) 

their musical s/o that acts like a big sibling  to the younger members

sugawara 

suga met you after school when he just so happened to walk by the music room on the way to practice.

his ears picking up such a beautiful sound flowing from the cracked open door that his body just seemed to move by itself over there.

through the small window, he could see that someone was obviously practicing the violin. their eyes closed with a pleasant look on their face.

he was mesmerized, his eyes following along with the way their body would sway along to the music and their foot-tapping to keep the rhythm

he couldn’t help himself to push further into the room and clap after they were finished, a bright red blush spreading across your face as you realized someone was watching you

“that was amazing,” suga exclaims, his bright smile livening up the room

“really?” you ask, “I’ve only had the piece a couple of days, but we have a show coming up soon so I want to get it down.”

“well I think you definitely have it down alright, can you play me another?”

yes, he was late to practice that day, but BOOM romance erupted from there.

the first time the boys met you, it was when you walked into the gym to give suga some notes for one of his classes. of course, you walked right into the fifth kageyama and hinata argument of the day.

of course, all of the other boys are tense and not sure how to stop them from bickering but DUN DUN DUN suga’s s/o to the rescue.

“alright, it seems like you two need to sit down and have someone guide this conversation,” you blurted out, everyone’s head snapping towards the unfamiliar voice.

“hey sugar,” suga voiced as he jogs his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you before placing an obnoxious kiss on your cheek, “don’t worry about them, they do this all the time.”

“is that so? well, it seems like they’re holding everyone else up, I’ll sort them out.”

coach ukai is just like please, I’m begging you.

so kageyama and hinata are dragged over to the bleachers where they are scolded by their upperclassman and lead through a very thoughtful and successful conversation

even made them hug it out, which was great blackmail for tsukishima later on.

the boys knew that if you could calm down kageyama and hinata, then you definitely need to stick around.

and you did, in fact becoming very close with them.

you’re seen at every one of their volleyball games, cheering so loudly for the boys (well, mostly suga.)

you probably yell embarrassing things like “SUGA YOUR BUTT LOOKS GREAT.” “HINATA SWEETIE, PULL UP YOUR PANTS.”

the boys are in the front row for every performance you have, asahi has definitely cried once when you had a solo

you’re one of the few people that can pick on tsukishima, and him not having a comeback for it

you walk around and make sure that the boys are eating properly at lunch

you help yachi with breathing exercises when she gets too overwhelmed

you always make sure that they all get big hugs after the games

you tease nishinoya and tanaka by telling them that someone was going to ask kiyoko out today, just to see their reactions

but most importantly, you give them all emotional support when the boys need it the most.

overall, suga’s s/o would be just as chaotic as him. but loves to give them bear hugs, a good scolding, and sneaks them some snacks throughout the day to make sure they have enough energy.

akaashi

akaashi met you during one of fukurodani’s talent shows, hosted by the music club!

you signed up to perform, deciding to play your guitar and sing as well.

akaashi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his heart fluttering with every note that you would sing.

he loves the way you let yourself get lost in the music even though you’re performing in front of hundreds of people right now.

he had to talk to you, and he gathered up the courage to after the show.

“hey,” he stutters slightly as he approaches you, you’re even more stunning up close, “you did amazing up there.”

“oh gosh,” you laugh slightly covering your red cheeks, since you’ve always had a crush on the observant setter of fukurodani, “you’re too kind, but thank you.”

“would you teach me how to um, play the guitar maybe?” he blushes

you couldn’t believe it, THE akaashi keiji is asking YOU to help him learn how to play guitar? you obviously agreed to it, anything to get close to him

the weekly guitar lessons, turned into weekly dates, that turned into finally becoming significant others. 

the first person you meet is bokuto, naturally. he forgot his lunch at home that day and didn’t want to spend money to get something to eat. his hair all frumpy as he goes into emo bokuto.

but lucky for him, you always pack an extra lunch in case one of your friends forget theirs. so you offer it to him, and bokuto looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky. bokuto happily eats your food, complimenting it with every bite. then invites you to come to their practice.

akaashi was nervous to have you come to practice, what if he messes up? what if you think volleyball is lame? what if the boys hate you?

yet when you stepped into the gym, you seemed to fit right in.

you help them set everything up, you get along with yukie and kaori, you compliment bokuto when he seeks your praise, you help toss to konoha, and sneak in little kisses for akaashi

since that day, the team seems to stick to you like glue

they always ask you for help when it comes to studying

you give them little performances during their breaks in practice

you give them head pats and words of encouragement before every game

you even invite them to every single one of your performances, knowing exactly where they in the crowd from bokuto’s prominent voice.

basically, you become the teams' second mom behind akaashi. you support them with motherly love and they support you back by being your number one fan.

kenma

you were a mystery to kenma at first

every day after school, kenma would hear the most beautiful voice singing in the stairwell of the school. yet, he could never see who it was since they left before he reached the bottom.

but one day, he was determined. it was like figuring out who the mysterious voice was that was guiding him in a video game, so he left earlier to wait at the bottom of the stairs. lo and behold, here comes you singing to your heart's content as you descend the stairs. 

stopping in the middle of a long note as your eyes land on kenma, sitting on the bottom step looking up at you with a slight smile on his face.

“you have a nice voice,” his soft voice states as your cheeks become redder by the second

“oh, thank you, I don’t really sing in front of others,” you state bashfully

“you should join the music club,” he casually states as he picks up his volleyball bag, “they would accept you right away.” then he walks off, gaming on his phone.

the next week you come racing towards him, a bright smile on your face as you explain to him that you got into the music club. 

“but,” you explain as your smile drops, “I still can’t get over the nervousness of singing in front of others.”

“you can start by singing in front of me, if you’d like,” kenma states, his eyes lowered in shyness, “then maybe once you’re comfortable around me, you can work your way up.”

“oh! like leveling up in a video game,” you exclaim.

kenma swears his heart stops for a second at that statement, his cheeks a bright red.

“yeah, exactly like that.”

so every day, either before or after school (depending on his practices) you would sing in front of kenma. while either walking to school or from, eventually kenma couldn’t hold his feelings in any longer and finally asked you on a date. and then you became love birds.

you met the boys by kenma’s idea actually

“you’re comfortable around me, what about we move up to my team?”

you agreed, reluctantly of course. but here you are, in the gym about to sing to a group of boys. 

but you put your big kid pants on, and you did it. you ended up making lev cry from how beautiful your voice was, you had to console him with hugs and head pats.

the boys were in awe of not only your talent but the way you just casually hugged lev. soon enough, all of the boys wanted hugs. then they became your little clingy cats.

you had Yamamoto hissing at people in the hallway when they looked at you as if kenma did already do that.

you sang the periodic table song per kuroo’s request

you always listened to lev excitedly explain something and explain something to him if he didn’t understand

when it came to your first ever performance on a stage, the boys sat in the front row so you had familiar faces to look at.

it was at that moment that you would’ve never been where you are without kenma.

yaku

the boys were curious, why has yaku been showing up to practice at the last minute every day?

he would run in, out of breath, with a sappy look on his face. 

so, they followed him (as sneakily as lev and Yamamoto would let them) and see what he did after school every day.

that's when they found you and him in the music room, you were playing the piano while GASP, YAKU WAS SINGING?

the boys were astonished, not only because he had this talent and he never told them. but because he has the voice of an angel??

his voice is what made you approach him in the first place, you heard him singing loudly with his headphones in his ears while he walked home from school one day. you just so happened to need a voice to test out the new song you just wrote.

so you asked, well more like begged him. but you were too cute to say no to. you would meet every day after school, he even helped you fix some things for the song. eventually, you two would start hanging together at lunch and even after school. leading you two to start dating.

but now here we are, with all of the nekoma men's volleyball team in too much shock to move as they find their libero singing beautifully in front of them.

oh but don’t worry, lev will say something.

“yaku, you sound like an angel!” he exclaims as he steps into the room.

“LEV?”

“Actually we’re all here.”

“WHAT?”

cue yaku running around the music room to hit each and every single one of them for a. stalking him and b. finding out his secret.

which leads to you introducing yourself, and having another shock to the team as yaku actually has a significant other?

“whaattt?? yaku got someone before me?” kuroo whines as he pouts with his arms crossed. leading you to karate chop him on top of the head, because no one disrespects your mans >:(

that small action would make the team realize that they now had two mothers to yell at them.

and oh boy would you.

you had to scold lev if he would say something mean to other teams (without realizing, he's a precious boy he doesn’t mean any harm) 

you drag Yamamoto by the ear when he over girls for too long

you take kenma’s gaming devices so that he eats during lunch

you also scold kuroo every time he hits lev with a ball

but they wouldn’t have it any other way, because they adore you (and you keep yaku calm)

when it finally came to performance time for your song and for yaku’s big singing debut, you wouldn’t want any other team to be in the front row.

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A New Normal

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a/n: hey everybody come get your characters reuniting after years of not seeing one another xoxo (this is about my original characters but i am VERY SAPPY and VERY EMOTIONAL it is 3:30 in the morning)

Calypso sits halfway on her stool, leaning forward as she chats to Trinity behind the bar. It’s still pretty early in the evening, so the restaurant isn’t very busy just yet. She’s gotten into the habit of doing this; she’s grown accustomed to joining Trinity at work, at least until things get busy enough that she should hurry out.

“Yeah, so, like I was saying I was thinking about trying out for that uh, thing over at the theater? I don’t know, I figure I can at least get some sort of background role.” Callie ponders aloud while she fidgets with a napkin, “I don’t know, I think I could do it.”

“Hey, you could be the main role. You’d be great at it.” Trinity grins, hitting her in the arm with a towel.

“It’s a romance, I don’t think I want a main role for a romance. What do you expect me to do, practice kissing some random dude every rehearsal?”

“You could always practice by kissing meeee~” Trinity offers with a smile, leaning forward in an attempt to catch the other’s lips.

“This is true.” Calypso responds with a smile, lightly kissing her back before glancing up as someone walks in. “You’ve got a customer.”

“Hey welcome to--” Trinity begins, only for Calypso to jump out of her seat with a slam of her hand down onto the counter.

“MOTHERFUCKER!”

Trinity blinks, looking back and forth between the pair. “…Um?” She begins quietly, but figures she should leave it be for now.

The white haired male is taken aback, his attention being aggressively torn away from his earbuds as he yanks them out after realizing he’s being yelled at. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words particularly come out. His eyes are welling up, but he can’t even begin to explain every emotion overcoming him.

“YOU- YOU--!” Calypso begins, stomping her foot on the ground as she too, is overcome with emotions. “YOU GOT TATTOOS WITHOUT ME!” She points an accusatory finger at him.

That catches him off-guard, and he lets out a laugh as he wipes the tears from his face.

“I MISSED YOU, DICKHEAD!” She continues shouting, practically shoving stools out of the way to run over and tackle him into a hug. Orion falls right back onto the ground at the sheer force of her tackle, but continues laughing as he returns the hug.

“What, you been working out again?”

“If YOU’RE allowed to get tattoos without me, I’M allowed to go to the gym sometimes. Shut up.” Calypso grins wildly, brushing his hair out of his face. “Where the hell have you been?”

Orion’s heart sinks at that, and he goes silent. Calypso frowns and climbs off him, offering a hand out to yank him over to a table.

“Come on, talk to me. Trin, a couple of waters? Maybe an appetizer?” She smiles back towards Trinity behind the bar, giving her a ‘I’ll fill you in later’ look.

“Way ahead of you.” Trinity gives her a wave, tossing the towel over her shoulder as she heads back to the kitchen.

“Well uh, I ended up in Russia, had a really bad time there. Made my way back to America, dealt with a hell of a lot of sunburns and migraines-”

“Oh yeah, me too. They’re rough, aren’t they?” Calypso frowns in agreement, leaning forward to listen to him.

“...Ended up getting in with a lot of groups of uh, the wrong… people.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, to which Calypso reaches forward to take his hand in hers. She nods towards him, urging him to continue. “Lots of jobs, lots of the wrong jobs, but hey, it got me money. Got a car, a house, uh, you know. I was living the dream. Got too caught up in the dream though, fell into the whole trap of drugs and alcohol and needing more of everything.”

“...Orion..” Calypso begins, but doesn’t have any words to add onto that either.  She hasn’t said that name in years; not like that. It feels foreign, but also so, so comfortable in her mouth. She just frowns, squeezing his hand. She smiles at Trinity as their waters are sat down, but Trinity quickly heads back off to let them talk again.

“I don’t know, it’s just been a lot of that for awhile. Been sober for awhile though, or uh, you know, trying to be.” He motions a hand in the air, “Guess a bar isn’t a great place for that, huh?”

“Hey, I’ll have you know they have good food here too.” Calypso offers with a sympathetic smile. There’s a long pause of silence as she turns her gaze off to the side, taking a sip of her water to fill the quiet. “I had a problem with depending on it too much too, I get it.”

“Shit, you too? Damn.” Orion chews on his lip. “When did you…?” He begins, hoping she knows what he means.

“Here? A few years ago. Uh, 2018.”

“You’re… telling me…” Orion slumps forward in his seat, slamming his head into the table.

“Whoa- Whoa, hey, don’t- Don’t do that. What about you?”

“YOU’RE TELLING ME I COULD HAVE FOUND YOU AND WE COULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER ALL THIS TIME?” Orion exclaims, his voice cracking as his emotions overwhelm him properly.

“Orion—” “FUCK!” He slams his hand against the table, leaning back as he covers his face with his hands.

Calypso frowns, folding her arms against her chest as she waits for him to calm down again. She doesn’t know what to do – she knew him once, but this Orion felt different. He’s clearly been through… way more than she knows about.

Trinity passes by again, setting a plate of cheesesticks and marinara sauce in front of them before giving a concerned look towards Callie, to which the other just shrugs. Trinity frowns and walks off again, wishing she understood what’s going on in the slightest.

“...2017. I landed in Russia in February 2017. I got back to America near the end of the year. I could’ve… All this time…” Orion eventually speaks up, though his tone is an annoyed mutter as he looks away. He can’t bare to look at her right now. The food on the table certainly doesn’t look appetizing either. Every bone in his body feels like it wants to crack and break out of him.

“...Oh.” Is all she can respond, though it’s quiet. She scratches at the implant in her arm, which gets Orion’s attention.

“...You kept it.”

“I mean, yeah. You didn’t?”

“No.” He holds out his right arm, showing her the vertical scarring on his inner forearm. “It just got to be a hassle. Reminded me too much of…” His words trail off.

“Yeah.” Calypso nods quietly, sliding out of her seat to instead join him in his booth, scooting as close to him as possible. “Well. Can’t do anything about the last uh, 4 years, but we’re here now, right? That’s worth something, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re here now.” Orion sighs, but folds his arms over the table. He’s so overwhelmed by everything all at once.

“...Orion. Look at me.”

It takes him a second, but he does, reluctantly.

“All of this is a lot, I get it, I know. If somebody told me yesterday this would happen, I would’ve laughed in their face. But we’re here now, right? We’re here, and now we- Fuck, I don’t know what we do from here, but we’ll figure it out.” She smiles at him, placing her hands over his. “I don’t know what the fuck has all happened to you, but I’m here now. I’m just as here now as I ever was back then. I’m not leaving you, not then, not now, not ever. Got that?”

The man is speechless again. He can only respond with tears streaming down his face again, to which Callie brushes away with her hand and pulls him into a hug. “I know.” She whispers, not daring to let him go. Her emotions are certainly going on a rollercoaster too, she’s just holding it in a little better than he is. “I know.”

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So there they are, eating cheesesticks, catching up, quietly making jokes about people coming into the bar. They’re making conversation like they used to, once upon a time. Even though it feels like another lifetime ago. Things feel normal, for the first time in a long time.

“So, what are you plans after you leave town? ARE you going to leave town? You gonna pack up all your stuff into your dumb little duffel bag and leave me?” Calypso fake pouts, shoving her cheesestick in his direction.

“Ah you know, I was planning on heading to Utah after this, actually.”

“Wait, seriously?” Calypso blinks, then pauses, “UTAH?”

“Utah.”

“What the hell is even in Utah?”

“I don’t know. Might be nothing. I’ve been to a lot of nothing states.” Orion grins, but it’s clear he’s teasing. “Shit, I guess I have to stay here though, huh? Joe’s basically already offered me a job if I want it.”

Calypso seems relieved at that, finishing off her cheesestick before throwing a wadded up napkin at him. “Where are you staying, anyway? You got a place somewhere?”

“I uh, got a motel room, actually. Haven’t really gotten that far.”

“A motel- Orion.” She shakes her head, motioning her hands out vaguely in front of her, “Look, let me talk to Trinity, explain who the hell you are and what’s happening, and I’m sure you can stay over at our place. Our couch pulls out into a bed and everything.” She offers with a smile. “I mean, at the very least I’m sure she won’t mind you staying a few days while you get your own place, if you wanted that instead. If it were me I’d drag you to just live with us entirely, but she’s the one paying rent, so…”

“What, you really want me living with you?” That catches him off guard, and he blinks a few times. “After all of your complaints about how I ‘brush my teeth wrong’?” He grins.

“You do it upside down! And backwards! Somehow! I don’t even know how you manage that!” She throws another napkin defensively at him. “But yes. I do. Even knowing that. But I think our apartment building probably has a space open, if you wanted your own space. It’s all up to you.” She pauses, “I’d be open to helping you pay rent, too. If you needed to get on your feet while you’re waiting for paychecks.”

Orion grins at that, “Yeah, okay. Go talk to your girlfriend, tell her our whole life story. Be sappy about it, too.” He playfully shoves her out of the booth.

“Jerk.” She giggles and slides out fully, running off to go find Trinity. This was nice. Things are normal again – or feeling normal. A new normal, sure, but it felt nice. To both of them. It feels like home again.