#the universe made the mistake of waking me up at 7 in the morning

[the-blue-sandglass]

Not even American but if you voted Trump or pulled the ‘not voting’ bullshit when not voting lets the convicted criminal win and go on to fuck over Palestine, Ukraine, any immigrants who enter the U.S., LGBTQ+??

You’re a prick.

Obviously this isn’t to generalize and if you voted Harris then you’ve done your part, but if you didn’t vote then you’ve pretty much fucked over everyone.

[shewrites444]

brother's best friend [xavier plympton x reader smut]

inspired from ahs 1984. written all by me, enjoy ^_^

word count - 3.4k

[summary: the reader and xavier have had some unaddressed sexual tension that's been going on for months now, but it's all unleashed when chet, her older brother, invites the gang over for a sleepover.]

[warnings: only thing i can say is small age gap and risky sex in terms of exactly what the title says. nothing in particular, just smut.]

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the bedroom was dimly lit by a pink-tinted lamp, half the bedsheets sprawled across the floor and the other half caught on the ends of the firm mattress. xavier plympton yawned, reaching across the sleeping, hungover girl to grab his watch and checking the time, wondering when he'd have to fully wake up for his aerobics class at 7.

5:58 am. great, just in time.

he sighed lightly, pulling himself out of the bed and walking into the apartment bathroom, which was connected to the bedroom, grabbing his toothbrush and lightly running the faucet.

the same routine followed him nearly every weekend, and no matter how much of a flirt xavier bragged he was, this 80's hookup culture was getting old. sure, a good fuck was never something he'd pass up, but he wanted something more.

he craved a feeling of romantic validation, and one that led him to feel the unexplainable, yet most passionate feeling of them all: love. he hadn't felt love in any shape or form for years now, and he almost felt as if moving to LA may have been a mistake for not only his career, but his romantic life. that is, until he met her.

chet clancy's sister was smoking hot, and she didn't even know it. having the hots for his best friend's sister was probably not the best idea, but he'd never make a move anyway, so he figured it didn't really matter. she was years younger than him, fresh out of high school, while he could basically be considered a senior in college. while their age gap wasn't drastically different, he still knew that she was young and that chet was her only brother and sibling, so the whole little crush seemed to be thrown out the window with those two substantial and critical points.

nevertheless, xavier continued to fall harder for the girl. every time he came over to hang out with chet, he always made sure to greet her, and flirt with her, which he could visibly see she enjoyed, no matter how shy she pretended she was. he always made sure to do so when chet was either on the phone, in the bathroom, or doing something else to distract himself. xavier knew she wouldn't tell, which made his motives a whole lot easier.

he would envision his almost weekly hookups as the young girl, craving to touch her soft skin and linger his fingers through her thick hair, all the way to her perky breasts, and down to her bare cunt, which was already soaked for him and ready for a good dicking. he would get a heat in his pants just thinking about her and he didn't only want her for what he predicted would be the best sex of his life; he wanted her because he cared about her, and he always had, the minute their eyes locked so many months ago.

after all, not only was she utterly stunning in the looks department, but she was also fiercely intelligent for her age. she was accepted into columbia university, which was an extremely prestigious honor for anyone her age, and in LA. while there were thousands of smart young people in the city, she stood out from the crowd, and not only to xavier. plenty of guys had the hots for her, but she didn't really seem to notice, or care.

snapping himself out of his alternate reality with the girl, xavier began to toss his clothes on the white tile bathroom floor and walk towards the shower, starting the water up and beginning to wash off, preparing himself for his first class of the day.

after what felt like three hours instead of one, xavier grabbed a washcloth and dried his damp forehead, searching the aerobics room to find out where his friends went. montana, chet, and ray always attended his morning and evening classes, making sure they displayed their full support in his new career. he found it generous, and he intended to repay the group by inviting them to come counsel with him at camp redwood the following month, which was a newly opening camp, where he'd be making a lot of money within just a week of simply bossing around annoying little middle schoolers.

he greeted a few of the men and women that attended his class, before making his way out of the room to see the three standing by the living space talking, with a particular girl sitting aside her brother, dressed in a yellow bodysuit with tight white leggings underneath. he felt his stomach squirm at the sight, but he took a heavy breath in an attempt to keep his cool, walking towards his friends in a calm manner.

"thanks for coming once again, guys." he smirked, patting ray on the shoulder. he glanced to her, chuckling. "thought you weren't one for aerobics, doll. shouldn't you be spending some time planning your future at columbia, hm?"

[y/n] clancy looked up at xavier, her hands resting on her closed thighs as she shrugged softly, looking to chet with a soft smile. "what can i say, chet convinced me to come."

"she needs to get the hell out of the house for once in her life, so i figured this was a good opportunity." chet smiled, looking up to his friend. "and, i wanted us all to be together, so i could maybe invite you guys over for the night? my parents aren't home, and i have a fuckton of alcohol, and cocaine."

the group giggled with excitement, and montana raised her hand, motioning the attention towards herself.

"can i bring this chick named brooke? brooke thompson. met her a few days ago in this very lobby after one of her classes. she's new to the city, maybe we can get her some friends that aren't lame." she suggested with a smirk, chet instantly nodding with enthusiasm.

"hell yeah, i won't pass up having a new chick in the group. maybe this one will actually want to bone." he winked, causing [y/n] to gag in disgust.

"gross. so much for your newly found respect for women, chet." she rolled her eyes, earning a few laughs from the group. "well, you guys can have fun with that tonight. you know i need to finish my essay, chet, so don't be obnoxiously loud. even though i got accepted, they want another one for whatever reason i've got to decipher."

xavier raised his hand, "i object, [y/n]! you're gonna have fun for once in your life, and hang out with the cool kids tonight. can't stay cooped up in your room all summer. at least take a few shots and call it a night. loosen up, girl."

[y/n] stood up, grabbing her purse and rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face. "fine." she laughed lightly, nudging her brother's shoulder. "let's go home so i can sit in silence for a few hours before chaos erupts in our house."

"it'll be fun, [y/n]." ray smiled reassuringly, giving her a quick wink, which xavier immediately caught onto. he could feel the jealously boiling in his veins, but he chose to ignore it, and figured he'd one up the boy later in the night anyway.

a few hours passed before there was a knock at the front door, which chet opened to see montana and the new girl, brooke. she was fairly attractive, dressed in a pair of cotton pajamas, pattered with geometric shapes and a pink tint behind them, with her brown hair curled at the bottom, and a small sleeping bag in her right hand. [y/n] glanced at her from the kitchen table, quickly looking back down at her paper, trying to edit a few more of her sentences before montana raised the voice level from one to one thousand in a matter of minutes.

"you must be brooke." chet smiled, letting the girls in. "it's nice to meet you, glad you're staying over with us."

she gave him a smile, an obvious red tint to her cheeks as she nonchalantly admired the fit brunette boy.

"glad i have the honor of doing so." she giggled, walking in and shutting the wooden door behind her.

[y/n] was used to girls drooling all over her brother, so it was nothing new to her if this new girl did the same. she simply ignored it and closed her notebook, walking back to her bedroom to change into her pajamas, since this was a sleepover, after all.

she shut the door and locked it, slipping off her shorts and shirt, squatting down to grab a matching pajama set of shorts and a shirt, that was a plain purple. she set it on her bed and began to unclip her cotton bra, when she heard a light knock on her window. her eyebrow raised and she slowly walked over, peaking through the white curtains to see no other than xavier plympton. her eyes widened and she quickly pulled the curtains closed, startled by his behavior and the fact he just saw her in nothing but a cheap bra and panties, so not even the cute kind of undergarments..

"open up, [y/n]!" xavier yelled, loud enough for her to hear through the window. "i know you're in there!"

she was flabbergasted and completely embarrassed, but unlocked the window anyway, sliding it up for him to come through. she closed it after, leaning down to seal it shut, and move the curtains back to their original place.

xavier watched her ass jiggle with each step, licking his lips and grinning, crossing his lean arms. "i wasn't trying to scare you, [y/n]. i'm truly sorry, i didn't mean to come in on you half naked. but, would you want me to take that bra off for you, though?"

[y/n] turned to him with a rose-colored face, walking past him to grab her pajama shorts and slipping them on, shaking her head in a bit of annoyance, still deeply embarrassed by the situation unfolding before her. "x-xavier, what the hell?" she stuttered, unclipping her bra from behind, but facing the opposite way of the blonde, tossing it on the nightstand with frustration. "i don't know why you can't just come through the front door like a normal person, or at least through chet's windo-"

she suddenly gasped, feeling his warm palms slide across her waist and up to her breasts, her nipples already erect from just his presence in the room. as his fingers rubbed across the hard buds, she nearly melted at his touch, her ass pressed lightly against his forming erection.

"already?" he grinned, tugging at her left nipple, making her let out a moan. "i didn't expect you to give yourself away so easily, [y/n]. and not to your brother's best friend, either. how shallow." he teased, knowing it would get a fit out of her.

she pulled herself away in protest, clearly offended by his accusations. she grabbed the shirt and quickly slipped it on, looking up the blonde and rolling her brown eyes. "wow, xavier. fuck you."

"oh sweetheart, i will." he stuck his tongue out at the girl with a playful and flirtatious expression before winking, watching her eyes widen as he walked back to the window, opening it and climbing through. "and i'll use the front door now, too. thanks for the suggestion, doll."

she rolled her eyes, plumping down on the bed and wondering what the fuck just happened. xavier plympton, chet's best friend for months now, just felt her up, and literally said he was going to fuck her.

it's not like she wasn't excited about it, because she definitely was. the blonde was always attractive to her, even though he could act like a complete dick sometimes, and because of his personality, he honestly could simply be fucking with her. she knew it was wrong to do something like that anyway, considering how much it could hurt chet, and potentially damage both relationships.

she tried to snap those thoughts out of head, though, and simply focus on having fun for the night, without trying to get laid by the time the sun came up.

montana was already wasted within the first hour, and chet's eyes were as red as a tomato, his pupils extremely dilated from the amount of coke he snorted, which now caused the house to reek of drugs.

brooke didn't seem to be a fan of that type of scene, but she did have a few drinks, which appeared to have a negative effect on her, and make her already passed out on the couch by one in the morning. chet, on the other hand, seemed to like the new girl, so he was aside her, trying to pull her into his large arms, even though she was barely half awake.

xavier was completely sober, which was probably the strangest thing [y/n] witnessed all night. he was the last one up besides herself, and ray, who was on the sofa, nearly passed out after downing almost an entire bottle of tequila. the blonde boy got up to turn up the record player, basically muffling out any noise that was from the back rooms, one of those being [y/n]'s bedroom.

he glanced at her from the dining room table, motioning his head in the direction of her bedroom, which was down the small hallway. she slowly stood up, already feeling a pool in her underwear, which she figured she probably should have changed into something sexier, now that she knew xavier apparently was keeping his promise.

she walked behind him, nervously squeezing her sweating palms into a fist. she had sex several times before with ex-boyfriends, but never someone that older than her, and much more experienced than her. oh, and that close of a friend to her fucking brother.

xavier shut the door behind her, then before she could even speak, he slammed his lips against her own, which she greedily returned, feeling a rush of dominance within her as she led him to the bed.

"someone's a little feisty tonight, hmm?" xavier smirked, laying his back against the bed as he watched her pull off her shirt, exposing her small but perky breasts, nipples already swollen and hard for him. "i thought i was the one who said i would fuck you, kitten."

[y/n] grinned, shaking her head and pulling her shorts and underwear down at the same time, before climbing on top of the fully clothed boy. "oh, you are, but i'd like something first."

"and what is that, babe?" he asked, a smirk painted across his handsome face, watching as the girl straddled his heated body.

without an answer, [y/n] moved her entrance to his face, the blonde responding to her actions by digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, slamming her down on his mouth, as he began to tongue-fuck the hell out of her.

"h-holy shit!" she exclaimed, taken back by how rough he was being from the start. she put her hands against the tan wall, moaning loudly as she grinded her hips, her pussy dripping at his touch as he swirled her juices around with his tongue, which was moving around inside of her like a sex god.

his skills were far beyond her past experiences, and she knew she'd cum if he kept going any longer, even though he had only been underneath her for a minute or two. [y/n] pulled herself up, the boy asserting his dominance by pulling himself up and pinning her down, then lifting his arms to pull his shirt off, exposing his lightly toned abdomen that looked as if it was crafted by the greek gods.

he then stepped off the bed to pull his tented shorts and boxers down, exposing his wide, long length, which took [y/n] back by surprise. it looked like he was going to split her in half with how big he was, but she was so horny and so ready to take him inside her, she didn't give a single fuck what he did to her.

"i'll admit, your dominance turns me on, babe, but you know i'll always have the upper hand." xavier began, moving back onto the bed. he took her legs, quickly flipping her over, pushing her knees up so her ass was in the air, pointing directly at his length. "i'm going to fuck you so hard, baby girl. you have no clue how long i've wanted you to take my dick in that pretty pussy of yours."

[y/n] felt him rub his length against her juices, attempting to wet himself before he slid inside of her. she grinned, turning her head to try to make eye contact with him the best she could. "you have no clue how long i've wanted that big dick of yours in my pussy. you make my pussy drool, daddy."

"fuck baby, your words make me melt.." xavier rolled his head back in pleasure, a smile on his pink-tinted lips as he pushed inside of her, balls deep, earning a loud moan from the girl. "can you take daddy's big dick, hm?"

"l-like this, yes.." [y/n] buried her head into the pillow, closing her eyes as he sunk into her tight walls.

xavier grabbed her waist, pulling her up into a sitting position, his cock shoved deep inside of her, making the girl gasp in pleasure, and a bit of pain. he laid himself down, watching her knees plant against the mattress to get her herself situated.

"how about like this? let me do the work baby, and tell me to to stop if i'm hurting you." he said gently, beginning to buck his hips, watching [y/n]'s ass bounce as he pushed himself inside of her.

with every thrust, she was moaning louder and louder, earning a few grunts from the boy behind her, who was yanking her hair back with one hand, and the other reaching over to play with her over-stimulated clit. she was overridden with pleasure, both hands on her breasts and she played with her own nipples, beginning to move her own hips as they both bounced onto each other, the pressure of his massive length hitting her in the stomach, making her eventually squeal with immense pleasure, cumming all over xavier's cock. 

"fuck yeah, baby, ride out your high.." xavier praised, looking up at the girl now, watching as sweat rolled down her bare back. "you look so beautiful when you cum all over my cock."

xavier could feel her cum, and was also watching it drip through her ass cheeks, sending him over the edge and he let go of her clit and thick hair, slamming her down on his length and immediately cumming inside of her, filling the girl with his warm seed for several seconds, before letting go and letting her pull out, his white fluids, mixed with her own, leaking from her throbbing pussy.

"oh my god..." [y/n] panted, looking over to xavier as sweat rolled down his forehead. "you weren't lying when you said you'd fuck me hard.."

he turned on his side to face the naked girl, reaching over to kiss her softly. "i wouldn't be lying either if i said i was head over heels for you, babe. you make my dick hard, but you also make my stomach turn every time i see you. i've got the hots for you, [y/n], and it's not just in the bedroom."

she smiled, pulling his sweaty skin into a tight hug, pecking his cheek. "i feel the same way, xavier. but you know we can't just tell chet about how we feel, he'd never forgive either of us. you're his best friend, and i'm his little sister, who's also going away for college in two months." she frowned at the sudden reality, looking up to the blonde-headed boy.

"i know, i know." xavier said, moving one hand to brush through his hair. "it's all so complicated in more ways than one. i don't want you to be a hookup, babe. i want you as my girl, officially."

she pulled away from the embrace, moving to rest her hands underneath her pillow, her tits squeezing together, nipples still hard as a rock. "i want that too, but i don't want this to have to end after the summer.."

xavier leaned down to kiss her shoulder, then trailed down to her nipples, licking the right one, causing her to breath heavily through her nostrils. he looked back up to her, smiling.

"who ever said it has to?" he moved his hand to her still moist entrance, his digits sinking down into her lips, as his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. "but nevermind that for now, let's just have fun and quit worrying about the things we can't control."

she smirked, nodding and turning to lay on her back, feeling xavier sink his fingers into her, their lips crashing together once again.

[scrapsfromthemind]

My life changed when I chose myself; when I decided to start showing up for myself the way I had been showing up for others; when I decided to start pouring into myself with the same energy and tenacity as I would into others. It changed when I finally decided to quit drinking and smoking and go completely sober. It changed when I turned inwards and started working on myself, loving on myself, and tending to my own wounds. Not only that though, it was also a lot of reframing the thoughts that were on replay in my mind. It was a lot of unlearning and relearning new mantras. Talking to myself like there were several universes within me and like the divine made no mistake when it brought me into this world because if there was anything that was more true, it was that. I was, have been and always will be worthy. I realized that instead of looking outwards for that validation, I just needed to believe it myself and that was enough. I can’t begin to explain the amount of growth, self-love, and self-acceptance that I’ve cultivated over the last 7 months. I wake up every morning filled with gratitude and to think that a year ago today I was in a completely different place, quite the polar opposite from where I stand right now, just blows my mind. So much can change in a year. I’m so glad I held on. So glad I kept fighting and didn’t give up on this life and the endless possibilities that still lay before me. I look back at journal entries from a year ago today that cause my heart to fill with joy and make my eyes water because for so many years I’ve wanted to embark on this journey and I finally did. It was the absolute best decision I’ve made in my 28 years of life on this beautiful green earth. I gotta thank my entire spirit team from my ancestors to my spirit guides and God because without them, I can’t say for certain if I would’ve ever gotten here.

Cheers to the rest of this beautiful life. 🥂

[smhtaehyung]

shy on the sly (jjk)

chapter 5: falling into right hands

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader , kim taehyung x reader (lovetriangleau sort of?)

genre: smut, comedy, summer camp au

warnings: eventual smut, oral sex, awkward kissing and oral sex, horny jk, masturbation, voyerism, inexperienced!kook, awkward conversations. (slowburn?) dirty talk, perverted fantasies, shy jk, maknae line ft. Hobi, summer camp alternative universe, swearing, underage drinking, thigh kink, scent kink, kinks all round, masturbation in shower, public.

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taglist: @mwitsmejk

summary: You and Jungkook finally sit down to have an honest conversation after a big fall out. Things get heated.

wordcount: 3,5k

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Jungkook always hated mornings. Especially that morning after he had to listen to one of his best friends plough Y/N. Loud and hard.

He woke up to a sound of Jimin exiting the room, Hae had still slept in the bed and Jungkook had wondered if he slept that heavily so he didn't hear them hook up or they just didn't do anything. But Jungkook thought that was hard to believe.

Either way, he felt as if he had won the sad lottery of watching his friends get laid while he couldn't step up and be direct with Y/N. It looked wrong. He knew.

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, observing the silence. His ears were resting from hearing her moans. And how a gross embarrassing feeling grew inside his chest.

He stood up, leaving his room silently. It hadn't even been 7 am. He felt the stares from Jimin and Hoseok who got up already but he ignored it.

"Hey, you good?" Hoseok tried to get Jungkook to say anything.

He nodded.

Jimin sighed. All of them simultaneously sighed, actually.

Jungkook hated that Taehyung was still asleep. He couldn't wait to give him a silent treatment until he apologizes. Jungkook had lost the competition inside his head again. And he hated that he was angry. He hated that someone made him feel that way as soon as he was ready to relax with a girl and get close with her. So, in that moment, he hated how poorly he chose.

Jungkook sat at the table, trying to eat his cereal in peace, but he was annoyed with his friends trying to get him to speak again a couple of times.

"Tell Hae to go back to her cabin. Morning inspection is starting soon." Jungkook's tone was cold as he looked at Jimin, breaking off the uncomfortable silence with an uncomfortable sentence.

"I know. I'm just avoiding it." Jimin chugged on his water.

"Why?" Jungkook was really curious, enough to pause the silent treatment.

"Because I think she likes me. And I don't want to mess around with that. I just wanted to fuck." Jimin spoke but his tone wasn't that believable. Jungkook wondered if he had liked Hae. He knew Jimin always rushed into relationships all the time except summer holidays. He loved being single during the summer so he set one rule to himself - never fall in love in summer. Jungkook always liked that rule.

"Okay. Just get her out of the room. I want to go back to sleep." Jungkook took another bite, hating the bland taste.

And Jimin did what he had to do. He woke up Hae with a kiss on her temple and let her out of the window with a hug. She smiled at him a lot before leaving and Jimin really liked that smile. Shame he had to stick to his rule.

But Hae left something important back at that cabin. She left Y/N.

Y/N woke up half an hour after she left, the sun already up and heating up the air. Her sweaty body woke her up. Another hot day. And another mistake.

Y/N looked to her left and face palmed hard, flinching when she hit her forehead loudly. Taehyung shifted for a bit, his bare torso creating a few drops of sweat which only meant one thing - he was probably going to wake up soon due to a heatwave she felt before waking up too.

She wanted to avoid that. Especially after what mess she made with Taehyung. His clothes and pillows were all over the floor. She realized Hoseok didn't even sleep in the room because his bed didn't give any sign of someone being there the entire night.

She hated to admit it, but Taehyung was good. Like really good. Even tipsy, he hit all the right spots and made her come several times. To Y/N, it was probably the best sex she ever had. Taehyung knew how to fuck. The way his tongue worked her up made her engrave it to her memory as well. His hands squeezed her sides so hard that it left red marks. Y/N sighed to herself once seeing it.

There was one thing she hated more. She hated she had to do this because Jungkook used her. As revengeful as she was, she was still mad at Jungkook. But felt sad all this had to happen. And she was kind of crushing on Jungkook, but it was way too soon to fully realize it.

She dressed up completely, opening the door of his room to sneak out. She thought everyone was asleep but she realized how bad it looks especially when all three pair of eyes looked at her.

"Hey." Jimin tried to break the awkward silence.

"Is Hae-?" Y/N scratched her head.

"She left." Jimin answered briefly.

She hated how it happened on accident. The eye contact with Jungkook. She wanted to control her look and try to make an impact on him. It failed. Jungkook blanky stared through her, hating how fucked and used up she looked now. She disgusted him. She really was only trouble in his mind.

"Taehyung's window is looking on the path. Can I go through the one in your guys' room?" Y/N kept scratching her head, shyly looking down.

"Sure." Both Jimin and Hoseok were of good help.

"Oh, you're being all shy now?" Jungkook's voice stung her. It felt as if she was stabbed. The passive aggressive tension rose with Jungkook's cold tone, quite rude and direct. He kept his eyes fixated on the cereal, taking a few bites as if it was all casual.

Jungkook hated how shy she was acting given her loud moans the previous night. He hated that she was trying to play off her shyness but always fell way too easy for physical touch.

However, as much as it hurt her, she decided to ignore it.

"See you guys." Y/N spoke softly, walking past Jungkook's bed. She hated how this was her first time in his room. Sneaking out at 7 AM on a Saturday morning after fucking his best friend in the room next to his. She really felt bad. And she hated that he was mad.

"See you." Jimin and Hoseok whispered loudly as she jumped in the bushes, sneaking out on a side path to her cabin. Thank god she had the key with her. She tip toed to the cabin door, slowly unlocking the door. She sneaked inside, careful not to wake anyone up. She was so into her own thoughts the previous night that she hadn't even notice Hae being there.

"Hey." Hae's voice made Y/N jump.

"Jesus fuck! What are you doing?" Y/N leaned against the wall in relief.

"I totally forgot you slept over too! God, I hate us." Hae whispered smiling to herself. Her smile flattened very soon. She looked quite down.

"You good, Hae?" Y/N stroked her arm.

"We'll see." She forced a smile out, walking away to her room.

Catching a few more hours of sleep was Y/N's wish too, so to stop overthinking she laid down on her bed and just rested.

And she slept quite heavily.

In fact, Taehyung was woken up by Hoseok shaking his leg.

"Yah, inspection is coming. Put on some pants, idiot." His tone was harsh. Taehyung hated getting up before 12 PM on a Saturday morning, it irritated him.

He stood up, putting on his loose t-shirt and shorts. He stood by the bed, the counselor already checking his room. Jungkook was looking into his room from afar, hating that he'd probably be able to smell her scent inside Taehyung's room.

As soon as the counselor left, the four boys were poisoned by tension in the air. Jungkook was judging Taehyung who was picking on his fingernail, feeling both apologetic and disappointed in himself. The silence went on for a whole minute before Jungkook spoke through his teeth - "You're an asshole."

"I'm sorry! I was tipsy she came onto me I thought you were casual! Yeah you two look suspicious but she really worked me up on purpose! Why is this a big deal? You keep saying you don't like her!" Taehyung raised his voice immediately, his nerves rising.

"I don't know! I would never do that to you, hyung. It just feels shitty. I wish I didn't need to fucking listen to it! I feel like a pathetic creep. And now she fucking hates me and I can't hate her!"

This was probably the most upset Jungkook looked to his friends. They were quite worried for him but decided to let him storm off to his room to calm down. They knew he needed to clear his head since Jungkook always knew how to push away the sensitive side of him. The irrational thinking got him feeling too sad though. Jungkook plopped onto his bed, just wanting to sleep for a couple of more hours. He couldn't wait for Monday to finally start his activities. He hated how self conscious he was becoming about stuff that never caused him to feel that way before.

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Jungkook stayed inside his room for the entire afternoon, missing the hiking trip. His friends had to lie to the counselors, saying he felt ill and he needed rest. It threw them off guard once Hae said the same thing about Y/N. The two of them alone at the camp resort was a recipe for disaster. The awkward bumping into each other both of them left their cabins made both Hae and Taehyung's friends worried. The situation was quite nerve-racking.

Y/N stayed at the cabin, still a little bit hungover and tired from last night. She felt so ashamed she didn't want to leave her room, but after feeling that breezy wind come from the open window, she wanted to clear her thoughts. It would be a shame to stay inside on such an enjoyable sunny day.

So, she decided to walk to the dock. She didn't know Jungkook decided to jog around the camp, something he always did when he felt stressed out.

The awkward situation was approaching. Y/N sat at the dock, observing the sparkling lake, her eyes squinting from the strong reflection in the water.

Jungkook's steps were getting louder each second, causing her to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" She raised her voice, making Jungkook almost trip and fall. He didn't notice her, given the sun was narrowing his vision.

He stopped, sighing a bit.

"Well, what are YOU doing here?" He tossed the question right back to her.

Y/N sat in silence for a few seconds until standing up, clearly ashamed and angry at him. She hated how easily she was controlled by him, and thought she fell for his grand master plan. A classic misunderstanding between them.

"Can we talk?" Jungkook softly asked, coming closer to her so she wouldn't walk away. However, she continued walking.

"Why? I don't need your apologies."

"I'm not here to apologize. I'm here to explain." Jungkook's tone was quite direct, kind of off putting to her.

Y/N widened her eyes at his rude tone.

"What-?"

"No, listen to me." He put his hand on her forearm, lightly squeezing it from the desperation he felt.

"You didn't let me explain last night. The truth is, I was terrified. I just, I'm.." As Jungkook tried to find words, Y/N tried her hardest to listen.

"Can we talk somewhere more private?" Jungkook begged.

Y/N wanted to reassure him they were probably entirely alone at the camp, but she decided to let him have it.

"Fine." She sighed and started walking towards her cabin, given it was closer to the dock than his.

Jungkook followed her, his timid steps keeping a distance from her.

The awkward walk towards the cabin was making them both feel so uncomfortable. Both of them were impulsive, and both of them were wrong. Pride is sometimes the downfall of every person, but it was the small voice inside Y/N's head that wasn't budging. She was quite sure that Jungkook really used her for his own good.

Y/N closed the door of her room. Jungkook felt as if he needed to throw up but figured, forcing himself to say it out loud would be the only solution in that moment. He barely managed to do it, but he said it.

"I'm a virgin." Jungkook finally uttered the words out loud, hating that familiar feeling of his chest tightening.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, sitting down in slight shock.

"That can't be true."

"It is." He continued.

"So, you avoided it last night because you were scared?" She asked him curiously.

"Hey, let's not exaggerate. I wasn't scared." Jungkook was a terrible liar, his tone not convincing her. He sat down next to her, keeping some distance.

"Why? How-? How come?" Y/N really picked her words wisely.

"I never felt the need to advance from foreplay with anyone. I never wanted to lose my virginity at the party. And usually everyone here hooks up at the party." Jungkook spoke more openly, Y/N staying silent as he continued.

"I mean that's how all the guys lost their virginities and stuff. I always just kept with forth base, I guess."

After he finished, he observed what she was going to say with so much focus.

"I get it. Trust me, totally. I just don't understand. Why are you saying this to me? Shouldn't you avoid me like all those girls you never really had sex with in the end?" Y/N raised her eyebrow.

"Because I want to fuck you." He was blunt, his tone sounding quite hot and attractive to her.

"I never really wanted that with any other girl at camp." He admitted, slightly smiling from how ridiculous he felt by saying it.

Y/N sighed.

"I can't do this to you. I had no idea you were a virgin. I can't be your first. I don't want to be." She couldn't stop the stressful word vomit.

She got up but Jungkook pulled her to sit down on the bed.

"Please." Jungkook held her hand, stroking her arm to sit down. She immediately surrendered, sitting down.

"I'm sorry for acting that way. Sorry for saying the wrong thing most of the time. But I like spending time with you. And I like getting physical with you. Can we just have fun like normal people do?" Jungkook softly spoke, his words convincing her. He was happy with the final outcome of the things he wanted to say. It was even better because it was truly sincere.

"I'm sorry I fu-I'm sorry I got with Tae." She looked down.

"Yeah, you're an asshole too for that." He was direct again, sliding next to her so that their thighs were touching.

Y/N rested her forehead against his.

"Do you want to...do this?" He asked.

"Not now right?" She asked in a worried tone. He immediately shook his head.

"Okay."

"But-" She disrupted his happiness for a moment.

"If we keep this friendship strictly sexual, we have to communicate, right?" She smirked, having a plan in mind. Jungkook smirked st her smugness.

"I agree. Do you have anything to get off your chest?" He moved his face closer to hers.

"I want to suck your cock." Y/N kissed the side of his ear and whispered. Jungkook, without a thought, put his hand on her cheek and brought her in for a kiss. His skin was slightly sweaty due to stress and the hotness of the day. The cabins heated up the same way they did. Soon, Y/N was stroking Jungkook's chest. The sun strays that entered the room really made her excited that she could see him in full light, not being able to hide anymore in darkness. His skin was glowing under the direct light. Those details always riled her up.

The sloppy sounds of kissing filled the entire room. Jungkook's soft lips were attached to hers, kissing her quite carefully and slowly. Y/N heated it up by interacting her tongue with his for a little while.

He started grinding his hips into hers, his hardening crotch rubbing against hers.

"You're good." She whispered into his mouth. Jungkook's lips formed into a shy smile.

"You're too." His deep whisper made her shiver. For the first time, they kissed without critiques and unnecessary comments. It was all quite real now. The fact Jungkook got to kiss her again after explaining everything made him exhale with ease.

They continued kissing, the act heavily progressing. Y/N straddled Jungkook's lap, grinding on his lap as they sat on the edge of the bed.

Jungkook skin was incredibly soft under her lips, and he always had a scent of cleanliness, as if he had just got out of the shower. Y/N enjoyed kissing down his neck and collarbones. Before Jungkook could even realize what was happening, Y/N was already kneeling in front of him, pulling down his shorts and underwear. His rock hard length sprung free, eager for her mouth and much more. Y/N's lips wrapped around him, sliding up and down, lacking control he took over.

He slid her mouth and head off his dick only to repeat the same motion moments after.

Jungkook let out a breathy moan, loving the way her mouth was so freely coating his entire cock. He pushed himself into her mouth faster, his grip on her hair tightening every second. His soft breathy groans turned into high pitched moans, totally immersed in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He continued repeating over and over again, biting his lip to control his moans. He began having more firmer thrusts into her mouth. As he was thrusting himself inside, Jungkook had thought about how he’d fuck her. He tried to replicate it to her mouth, the thought of it driving the both of them insane. If only the sensation was more vivid and closer to it. He tried to close his eyes and listen to her muffles, imagining the mouth was her tight entrance, but the sensation of the mouth was a bit too different from how her womanhood would feel like clenching around him. But he could only imagine it.

Y/N on the other hand was soaking wet, her pussy yearning for him.

"I’d fuck you like this.” He moaned, pushing himself harder down her throat. He had realized how desperate she was for him to feel her up.

Y/N moaned at the thought, his hips starting to slam into her mouth as she took all of him in, gagging after every few thrusts. 

Tears prickled on the corners of her eyes, the sight of her mouth getting fucked like that was pushing Jungkook close to his edge.

“You're so amazing.“ He stroked her hair for a brief second, fucking himself into her mouth harder. Y/N felt his member twitch inside of her mouth as he took his final look at her cleavage before coming apart.

With a few more sloppier thrusts, his belly clenched and his grip on her hair was becoming slightly too rough. He shot his seed inside her mouth, letting out broken moans of her name out. Jungkook could have sworn he never came that hard in his entire life. He let go of her hair, his dick sliding out of her mouth. Y/N gulped his salty seed and wiped her mouth as he observed her carefully. Still kneeling in front of him, Y/N looked up and giggled, both of them left without words after a heated short lived session.

Jungkook leaned in and kissed her, bringing her up to sit on top of him. He kneaded her thighs, kissing her softly.

"Sorry if I was maybe too rough." Jungkook shyly spoke, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

"No,no. You were great." She smiled, kissing him in reassurance.

"I want to make you feel good." Jungkook spoke, his hand rubbing small circles on her sensitive clitoris over her shorts.

Before they could continue, both of them flinched at the sound of the cabin door opening. The girls were back. Everyone was back from their afternoon trip.

"Fuck, you need to go." She started giggling, rushing him towards the window. Jungkook got up, both of them not exactly knowing why he should run away but the feeling of slight shame and judgement was eating them inside.

Jungkook took one step out the window, kissing her before jumping into the bushes, he almost fell, which made Y/N panic.

"You okay?"

"I think so. See you later." He giggled, sending a smile her way. The knock on her door made her shift her attention from Jungkook who was already sneaking away to his cabin, trying to avoid the group.

"Is everything okay?" Hae was still knocking on her door.

Y/N opened the door.

During that same time outside, Jungkook realized he's been caught.

"Jungkook, what are you doing around here?"

Fuck - Jungkook thought. He knew that voice all too well.

NEXT CHAPTER 

[holdmytesseract]

The Cat is out of the Bag

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request: "Hello! Hope you are doing well. Can you write something based off the news that Zawe and Tom are expecting their first child? Thank you and I love your work, it’s amazing :)" - Requested by a nonny :)

Summary: Baby Hiddles is on the way - and the plan was to keep it a secret for as long as somehow possible. But from one day to the next, the news are suddenly spread all over the internet, tabloids and social networks. The question? Who let the cat out of the bag...

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, a tad bit of drama - if you can even call it that

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: I think I never wrote a request that fast. xD Ahhh I loved it! Thanks, dear nonny for requesting and especially for your kind words! I really hope you like what I came up with! 🧡

It was a beautiful summer morning here in London. The sun shone bright. Birds sang their songs and the sky was a clear blue. No clouds in sight. It was perfect, I thought, as I gazed out of the window. Just like life was at the moment. It couldn't be more perfect. My job as a theatre director was dreamlike. I lived in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The engagement ring around my finger was twinkling brightly underneath the rays of sunshine and when I looked down to see my cute four-month bump, I felt nothing beside pure love. Like I said... Life was perfect - and it couldn't be better.

I yawned and threw the blankets aside to get up. The empty left side of the bed told me, that Tom was already out, filming season two of Loki. The thought of that put a smile on my face. I was so proud of him and more than happy that this was actually happening. I stretched and slipped in my slippers, before I made my way over to the door, waking the chocolate brown fur ball on my way. "Bobby, you coming, too?" The Cocker Spaniel laid at the edge of the bed and opened his eyes to look at me, when I called his name. He lifted his head tiredly. "Come on." I tapped my thigh, in order to encourage him to follow me. His brown eyes scanned me. He was seemingly weighing his options. "So? Are you accompanying me now?" Bobby huffed, then lowered his head again and slept on. "Okay fine, you lazy bum. Sleep on." I giggled and scratched his head lovingly, before I made my way down to the kitchen for breakfast. That was the main thing on my mind, 24/7... Food. I had always been a food lover, but now even more since I was pregnant. So, I poured myself a glass of water, grabbed the milk carton from the fridge, a bowl from the cabinet alongside a spoon and last but not least the opened package of cornflakes and sat down at the kitchen counter. I poured the milk in the bowl and added the cornflakes, starting my breakfast. While munching on my food, I unlocked my phone, texted Tom, answered some other text messages and emails, before I went to check the news and browse through several tabloids - what turned out to be kinda a mistake... The moment I read the headlines, the spoon literally fell out of my hand and clattered loudly to the ground. I stared with an opened mouth at my mobile, shocked. "What?!" The headline was on every tabloid almost exactly the same...

'Y/N Y/L/N's pregnancy confirmed!'

'Marvel-Star Tom Hiddleston is going to be a dad!'

'Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Hiddleston: The rumours turned out to be true!'

'Tom Hiddleston and fianćee Y/N: Pregnancy confirmed!'

And my personal favourite...

'Baby News in the Marvel-Universe! Baby Hiddleston is on the way!'

I blinked rapidly; tried to process what my eyes saw.                  The rumours had been there. I couldn't deny that. This topic was heavily discussed on the internet, social media and in several tabloids as well for weeks. It seemingly was a worldwide speculation - and suddenly it was confirmed? How? That was the only thought cursing through my mind. Tom and I actually wanted to keep it a secret as long as somehow possible - not just for four months...

Groaning, I closed the Google app and opened my contacts. I needed an answer. Now. I didn't waist a second, tapped on Tom's contact, dialling his number. Luckily, he picked up immediately... "Darling! Good morning! How are my two favourite girls doing?" He sounded more than happy. "Hey, babe... We are doing wonderfully - but... Tommy, we need to talk." I decided to not beat about the bush. "What do you want to talk about?" His tone shifted immediately. Now he sounded alarmed. Concerned. "Is it something we should discuss privately and in person?" Tom was so caring, I could've screamed. I loved that about him. "No, it's okay. Can you talk now, babe? Have you got a minute?" "Sure, love. For you always. What is it?" I took a deep breath. "Have you already checked the news?" "No. I didn't have the time to do that yet. Why?" "Well..." I pressed my lips together in a thin line. "Then you should open Google now and check it out, babe." "I am already on it. Just let me take a quick lo- Oh..." "Yup..." He saw it. "I-I, uhm..." Tom stuttered, not knowing what to say. "Okay, I take from your reaction that you're just as clueless on how it happened, just like I am. Good." I sighed and stood up, starting to clean up my breakfast. "Y-Yes, I have actually no clue how this could've hap- Oh..." Tom's second 'Oh' caused me to stop in my motions. "Oh what?" Tom had become utterly quiet on the other end of the line. "Tommy?" "Uh... Did you, uh, saw the headline of the Daily Mail?" "The Daily Mail headline? I don't think so. Wait, I look for it." I went once again in Google and scrolled down, until I found the headline, Tom was talking about. "Found it."

'Hiddleston & Y/L/N: Acting Colleague accidentally drops the baby bombshell!'

Acting Colleague? Which acting colleague?! That could only mean one thing... "Babe..." I said in a warning tone. "Who did you tell it to?" "Uh..." Tom clearly sounded caught. "Not a lot of people… Ben... Chris... Uh..." "Yes?" I waited patiently for him to speak. "And, um, Tom." The last name made me prick up my ears. "Tom? Which Tom?" Tom sighed, defeated. "Holland." He muttered, barely audibly, but I heard it nevertheless. "Tom Holland? You told it Tom Holland?!" "I, uh, guess, yes." Tom's voice was barely above a whisper by now and I could've sworn that he was beet red in the face. "Baaaabe..." I practically whined. "I thought we wanted to keep it a secret... And then you are telling it little Tom? We both know he can keep secrets as good as a fish can fly – which means not at all!" "I know, darling, I know - and I am so sorry! It's just... I met him last week. A day after our visit at the doctors and I was just so excited a-and-" Tom sighed. "It just slipped my mouth. I told him to keep his mouth shut, but well... Like you said... Little Tom isn't the best in keeping secrets. I shouldn't have told him, I am sorry." His words tugged at my heart strings, making me soft. How could I be mad at him for that? "Hey... It's okay, Tommy… We can't change what happened. I am not mad at you for telling Tom. And honestly? We couldn't have kept it a secret forever anyways, so..." Tom sighed once again. "Yes, probably. But nevertheless... I should have been more careful." "Baby, it's not your fault. You were just happy and controlled by your father feelings and that's okay. Again, I am not mad at you. I am probably a bit mad at Spiderman, though." My words caused Tom to stifle a giggle, before he inhaled and exhaled deeply. "This is going to be one hell of a week... " "Yup." I agreed, popping the p. "Now that the cat is out of the bag..."

a/n: Sorry, little Tom!

[devilyn]

first priority | kageyama tobio

— alexa, play: less of you by keshi

When you come home

I just got over being less of you

When you leave me, I’m in pieces

Maybe it’s better if we cut it loose

— synopsis: how many nights will you spend in the apartment by yourself before you finally learn that your boyfriend will always value volleyball more than he values you?

— genre: angst & happy endings

— word count: 2.3k

You were used to an empty apartment. It was the cost of dating a member of Japan’s national volleyball team, someone who had to travel constantly and was usually never home. You rarely even saw his face nowadays, and when you did, it was usually when you were cramming for exams and he had to turn in early to wake up in time for practice early the next morning.

Your relationship with Kageyama was difficult after graduating high school, to say the least. Especially since the two of you were taking different paths in life.

You’d thought about it before. He was an accomplished setter on a national team, while you were just trying to pass your university’s exams. Everything you did felt insignificant in comparison to your volleyball genius boyfriend.

The emptiness of the apartment was why the two of you always tried to schedule small dates when it was possible. When Kageyama had days where he knew he’d be let out early from practice, and when you knew you could push back doing homework for a few more hours, you’d cuddle up on the couch after cooking dinner together. Or, you’d force him to take you out to an empty park and guide your stiff boyfriend into swaying to the soft music that you’d play on your phone. No matter what, the night always ended up with your giddy laughter and his rare smiles that proved just how much he loved you.

They were small moments that the two of you would share, where no one else in the world could interrupt.

But it’d been months since the last time you’d spent more than an hour with your boyfriend. You never thought of yourself as needy, but was it too much to ask to wish that he’d keep his promises?

“I’ll be home for dinner, since practice should end at six today.”

He lied. Dinner was sitting cold at the table, and all you could do was stay frozen in your chair with your gaze on the excessive amount of side dishes you’d prepared in anticipation of finally sharing a meal with your favorite person.

You must’ve been sitting in this chair for over an hour. With a quick glance of the clock, a weak smile tugged at your lips.

7:28PM.

You hadn’t checked your phone since you last texted your boyfriend at 7:13PM--

“Let’s talk when you get back.”

Empty promises. You were used to them. Last week, he swore he’d be back in time for your three year anniversary, then forgot about it when it arrived the next day. This dinner was supposed to make up for that, but you must’ve set your expectations too high again.

What would you say when he came back? It was unrealistic for you to wish to be a priority when he had his whole professional career in front of him--he had to focus 100% of his time into that. Yet, was it really unrealistic for you to ask for just 1% of that time?

According to your friends, it wasn’t. But the more you sat alone in this empty apartment, the more you wondered if you really were asking for too much of him.

“Y/N.”

You looked up in surprise, having not heard Kageyama come through the front door. Your eyes softened when you saw the guilt plaguing his typically stoic expression.

“Welcome home, Tobio,” you stood and he instinctively leaned down so you could press a kiss to his cheek. “The food is cold, but we can warm--”

“I’m sorry,” his arms circled around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his hold on you tightening as if he was afraid you’d run away.

You might’ve.

“You said that last week,” you murmured softly, arms rising to circle around his form and gently rub his back. He was scared--you could feel it in the way he trembled as he held you.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated, voice quivering.

“You said that last week too,” you laughed quietly.

He wished you’d just yell at him, or scold him with an accusatory tone like you did in the past when he first started making mistakes like these. He never had valid excuses--usually he’d just stay after in the gym to perfect his serves or practice more with other teammates. It was always volleyball that made him forget he had a significant other diligently waiting for him back at home--putting off their own responsibilities because his very rare free time was precious.

But was yours not? You had asked him that once, calmly, when he came home late again. And he had tilted his head and pointed out you had more free time than him, to which you took seconds to process before smiling bitterly.

“You’re not hungry?” you asked quietly, palms still gently running over his broad back to soothe him.

“No,” he murmured into your hair, breathing in your scent and imprinting it into his memory. If he let you go now, would you leave him?

“Liar,” you whispered nonchalantly, and he flinched. “You haven’t eaten since lunch, right? It’s late, let’s eat.”

“Don’t want to.”

“You’re acting like a child, Tobio,” you sighed, pulling your head back slightly so you could meet his sharp blue eyes, filled with regret. “If you’re not hungry, I am, so let’s eat.”

You paused, before reaching up to gently hold his face. Your thumbs brushed over his cheeks, and he leaned into your touch.

“...you can’t avoid this forever, you know,” you told him softly, and his brows furrowed as he closed his eyes.

“...alright,” his voice sounded pained as he pulled away to sit across from the chair you’d sat in for over an hour. 

You popped the dishes into the microwave quickly, setting them in front of him one by one before sliding a bowl of rice in his direction. He usually loved your cooking, but now he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to swallow a bite of it with the knowledge that this may be the last meal the two of you share together.

The apartment was silent, save for the beeping of the microwave. Kageyama stared longingly at your back, watching the way you leaned against the counter and brushed your hair behind your ear while waiting for the microwave timer to go off.

When was the last time he actually looked at you? His many trips abroad, his lack of acknowledgement of your own accomplishments and struggles, his stupid passion for volleyball, it had all ruined your relationship.

He could only hope that you would forgive him, one more time.

You slid back into the seat across from his and settled in. He was anxious. You could tell by the way he couldn’t look you in the eye, chopsticks picking at his rice as he waited for you to speak first. His tall figure stiffened at the sound of your sigh.

“Might not taste good now since it’s not as fresh, but,” you pushed a few dishes his way with a sad smile. “I worked hard to prepare dinner, could you try it?”

His heart clenched painfully in his chest. What was he doing while you were excitedly making dinner for him? He never thought of you during practice--not once, even though he knew how much he loved you. He hated that about himself.

He lifted the food to his lips and let his vision cloud over with guilt as he chewed and swallowed.

“...It’s delicious,” he murmured weakly as your smile grew slightly.

“...I’m glad,” is all you managed to muster before digging into the meal you prepared for the two of you.

“I don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness again,” he said quickly, slim fingers gripping his chopsticks tight enough to turn them white. “But I still don’t want you to leave.”

You were quiet, stiffly bringing pieces of rice to your lips and forcing yourself to chew. Every action was methodical, as if you were merely acting out actions that you knew you would normally perform if your heart wasn’t breaking into tiny bits and pieces.

“...I love you, Tobio,” you whispered quietly. “So much. I still do. More than anything. But it hurts me more because I love you so much.”

He dropped his utensils and reached across the table to grab your hands. You flinched away and he cursed, bringing his hands back to his sides before running them through his hair in frustration.

“What can I do,” he asked weakly, voice shaking, “to keep you with me?”

“I don’t know anymore,” you tried to force another smile, but your lower lip quivered and the tears you held back on lonely nights started to drip down your cheeks. 

“Please,” he stood, the sound of his chair skidding back against the floors barely registered in your ears as he hurried to kneel by your side. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you ever say,” you cried loudly, tone finally accusatory as he’d initially wished. He took your hands into his shaking ones, watching as your tears stained the pale skin of his knuckles. “You never know what you’re apologizing for, but you always, always just say sorry as if that will make any of this any better.”

“You need to tell me--” he tried to reason.

“I’ve told you!” you ripped your hands away from his almost violently, ignoring the way the hurt in his blue eyes caused your already broken heart to sting in pain. “I’ve told you how much you coming home late hurts, how I hate when you promise that you’ll be home and then break those promises the same day, how you thinking your time is more important than mine makes me feel insignificant--”

You cut yourself off with a weak sob, bringing your hands up to hide your face in your palms.

“But you never listen! You never learn. Volleyball will always be more important than me, and I can’t find it in myself to blame you for that,” you wailed as you rubbed the back of your knuckles against your eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing, “What am I supposed to do now, Tobio? How do I leave you when I love you so much?”

You felt warm arms wrap you into a familiar embrace, and your tears soaked into your boyfriend’s athletic jacket.

“You deserve better,” he told you minutes later, after your sobs had calmed down. His palm continued to gently draw circles against your lower back--an action that he knew would soothe you. “You deserve so much better than me. You know I’m bad with words, I’m inconsiderate, I suck at putting others before me, and I’m stupid.”

You laughed tearfully.

“You do so much for me,” he murmured, and your eyes fluttered closed. “You explain to me how you feel so I can try and be better, you deal with my bluntness and verbalize how much it hurts you, you tell me when I’m acting better than everyone else and humble me, and you even used to come with me when I had to attend supplemental classes in high school.”

“You really were stupid,” you commented, and he laughed weakly.

“And you loved me, through all of that,” he lamented.

“Mm,” you sighed quietly. “Yeah. I loved you.”

“And I love you,” he responded, a bit shy to be confessing it despite your long relationship. “So give me one more chance to prove that I’ve changed for the better because of you.”

He pulled back to cup your cheeks, bringing your teary gaze up to his and brushing his thumbs over the redness under your eyes. His heart hurt. He hated making you cry, and he hated himself for making you cry this much over him.

“...one more chance,” you mumbled, turning your head to kiss his palm. His brows furrowed, and tears pricked at his eyes.

Quickly, he brought his forearm to cover his wet irises from your sight. You laughed quietly, hands reaching up to try and pull his arm away.

“Are you crying because of me, Tobio? Did I manage to make the king of the court cry?” you teased with a weak smile.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, cheeks reddening as he turned to look away from you. “You know I hate it when you call me that dumb nickname.”

“And I made the king kneel in front of me too? I should repent,” you giggled, taking his free hands into your own. 

You nearly choked on your laughter when your boyfriend suddenly dipped down to pick you up into his arms. Your arms wrapped hurriedly around his neck as you turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Tobio--!”

“I’m making use of my last chance, and I’m going to start making it up to you now,” he told you firmly, carrying you into your room and placing you onto your shared bed.

���Our dinner,” you grumbled with a pout. “I worked hard to make that…”

“And I’ll eat it tomorrow,” he caged you in his arms, hovering above you with a soft look in his sharp azure eyes. Your gaze fluttered up to his handsome face, and you grinned as a hand rose up to gently cup his cheek. He tilted his head to press a kiss to your wrist. “Can I prove to you how sorry I am?”

You laughed softly as he trailed kisses up your arm to your neck, then finally pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

“Don’t take advantage of your last chance,” you murmured, your breath mingling with his as he pressed feather-like pecks to your lips.

“I’d be even more of an idiot if I did.”

[3rensgf]

rent a gf - two eren yeager x reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of sex, talks about "getting bitches", eren is an idiot, fuckboy!eren implied, tatbilb mention, uhh fluff idk theres not much to warn abt in here, not beta read

notes: chapter two is out! i'm really glad a lot of people are enjoying rent a gf. it really means a lot! i see some people commented on the previous chapter, and i would love to reply to them, but i'm not familiar with tumblrs commenting system D: if you wanna leave a comment for me to just read, that's fine you can still keep commenting here on tumblr. but if you would like me to reply to it, you can comment on ao3, and i will reply! happy reading :) p.s, waffles w whipped cream r so much better

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you felt a hand shaking your shoulder to wake you. Groaning and mumbling, you sleepily swatted the hand away and pulled the covers over your head. No one should be forced to wake up early on the weekends. It was Saturday, for fucks sake. Not to mention your hangover due to last nights mistakes was making your head throb.

The hand rested on your shoulder once more, shaking you gently. “(Y/N),” Mikasa said softly. “Your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. Wake up. I have water and Advil.”

“Nooooo,” you moaned, snuggling deeper into your bed. “Don’ wanna.”

Mikasa stopped bothering you for a moment, and you let your guard down. Finally you could sleep. When it was time to wake up, you’d wake up.

Right as you were about to pass out again, your blanket was roughly tugged off of you. “Mikasaaa!” you whined, covering your face with your hands. “What was that for? I was trying to sleep.”

“Get up. You have to shower and get ready for lunch with Eren today. Breakfast is almost finished,” she explained, setting down the pills and water on your bedside table. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face so you can eat. Now,” she instructed sternly, moving to your window to open the curtains. The bright sunlight hit your still half-asleep face, making you hiss quietly.

She left the room moments after, probably to check up on breakfast. Honestly, you didn’t know how she could function this early in the morning despite having partied all night last night. Curse her and her inability to get hungover.

Grumbling to yourself, you adjusted your sleep clothes that had gotten disheveled overnight to make sure you looked decent. Your sleepy gaze wandered over to your nightstand to see two Advils on a napkin beside a glass of cold water. Thanking every higher power for sending Mikasa to you, you downed both pills and the glass of water. Even though you might bitch and moan to her constantly, you really weren’t lying when you said you’d die without Mikasa.

After sitting down at the edge of your bed for a few moments, you eventually shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine. It took longer than usual thanks to your sluggish and tired movements, but you got done nevertheless.

A wonderful aroma came from the kitchen when you left, stomach grumbling in anticipation for the wonderful food you were about to scarf down. Mikasa was in the process of setting down both your breakfasts on the island, sitting down on the stools when you walked in. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she greeted, resting her chin on her hands.

“Morning, sweet angel,” you replied, sitting at the stool beside her. In front of you was a plate of Funfetti pancakes with whipped cream instead of maple syrup (syrup was for pancakes only). There were a couple of cut up fruits beside them, too. “Where did you get these?” you asked, picking up your fork to take a bite of your breakfast.

Mikasa dug into her own breakfast of oatmeal as soon as you started eating. “Went grocery shopping and saw the mix in the baking aisle. I thought you’d like it,” she explained, taking a bite of her food. “Good?”

Your response was a moan, tilting your head back as you chewed. “Insanely,” you said, cutting up another bite. You stabbed the piece with your fork and guided it to Mikasa, keeping your hand under it to catch anything if it dropped.

She finished her bite and leaned in to take the bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Good,” she nodded.

“They put like crack ‘n this shit,” you said through a full mouth, shoveling forkful after forkful into your mouth.

You could feel Mikasa's judging gaze for eating like a pig, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was eating these crack laced waffles as greedily as possible. “What time are you supposed to meet Eren today?” she asked to make conversation.

You remember drunkenly slurring to her that Eren was supposed to take you out for lunch today while she was trying to put you to bed. All she did was nod and dodge your flailing limbs while she tried to change you into your night clothes.

“Uhhh,” you trailed off, “I dunno actually. I think he’s gonna text me when.” The familiar notification from your phone indicated you had a text from Eren. “Right now.”

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:04 AM picking u up at 12 dont be late

you - 9:04 AM k

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:05 AM dont use k with me that makes me sad :(

you - 9:05 AM k

“He says 12,” you told Mikasa, setting your phone back down on the table. You went to go take another bite of your waffles, only to be met with stray bits of whipped cream and waffle crumbs. How disappointing.

“You have time to get ready then,” she said, finishing up the last bit of her own breakfast. Holding her plate, she got up to go put it in the sink, taking your plate for you as well. Literally an angel.

Suddenly, she leaned in to sniff you like the weird English professor you had your freshman year and cringed. “You’re gonna need all the time you can get. You stink.”

Never mind, not an angel.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you got off the stool to go take a shower. “And here I was about to offer to get you something for lunch while I was out.”

“A burger from the joint I like would be nice. So would a Coke and side of onion rings.”

“Size?”

“Medium for both.”

You would’ve caved in and bought her something, anyways. Might as well know what she wanted in the first place.

Showering took longer than expected. Most of your time got wasted by you standing under the shower stream and soaking in all the warmth. It wasn’t until Mikasa knocked on the door asking you not to use up all the hot water that made you actually start going through your routine.

The clock read 10:09 when you got out. You still had more time to kill until Eren came, so you elected to sit on your bed in your towel to scroll through social media. At 10:45, you started to get ready for real now.

Your makeup was just enough to cover any imperfections on your face, and your outfit cute enough for a lunch outing with your friend-fuckbuddy.

At 11:50, you stepped out into the living room with your belongings in hand to lounge around while you waited for Eren. You would’ve gone to bug Mikasa, but she had just stepped into the shower minutes prior.

12 on the dot, a rhythmic knocking was rapped on your door, meaning Eren was finally here. Skipping over to the door, you opened it to reveal him while slipping on your shoes.

“Hey,” he grinned when the door opened. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips after you’d straightened up from putting on your shoes.

A grin found its way on your lips during the kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds, ending with you pulling away with a quiet smack. “Hi,” you greeted back.

“Ready to go?” he asked, one hand leaving his jacket pocket to jut his thumb down the hallway towards the elevators.

“Yup, ready,” you said. Over your shoulder, you yelled into the apartment to say goodbye to Mikasa and locking the door once you closed. “Okay, ready for real now.”

There was a new hot pot restaurant near campus, Eren told you, that he so desperately wanted to try. He overheard some people talking about the place in his Stats class, and he’s been wanting to go ever since.

“So, about what I told you last night,” he said, leaning on the table close to you after giving your orders to the waitress. “You said you would help me get Mina.”

“I said it was a bad idea,” you countered, taking a sip of your drink.

“But you said you would help me. For a price.”

“That I… did say,” you sighed. “What’s your plan?”

Smiling, he opened up his jacket and dug into the inner pockets, getting out a small notepad and a pen. Your eyebrows raised at the sight of them. “Okay,” he started, flipping through his notepad. “So I was thinking about it this morning, and this is what I have down so far.”

Sliding it towards you, he waited impatiently for you to read what he had.

Your lips pursed to prevent giggled from leaving your lips. Well, it was a plan, alright. Written in Eren’s chicken scratch of handwriting were a few very simple steps.

eren yaegers fool proof plan to get bitches get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. talk to mina to get her interested in you ✓ 2. get hot girl ((Y/N)) to pretend to be your gf and show you can be a good bf 3. get mina jealous so she wants you even more and not poopy thomas wanker 4. “break up” with (Y/N) and pretend to be sad 5. get mina to comfort you 6. get bitches make mina your gf 7. pay (Y/N) for her services 8. ta-da!

When you looked up from the notepad, you saw Eren waiting for your answer. “Well? What do you think? Is it any good?” he asked.

“Were you high when you wrote this?” was the first thing you asked him. Eren shook his head innocently. “You’re 100% serious?” He nodded.

You bit your lip, deep in thought about Eren’s supposedly fool proof plan. “What makes you think it’s gonna work?”

“I know girls and how they act. If Paradis University let me major in women -- don’t get smart with me I don’t mean Women Studies -- I would be passing all my classes with flying colors. I know it’ll work, trust me,” he said cockily, leaning back in his chair.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. I know you. I know everything about you, (Y/N). I even know how to make you scream my name in--”

“Okay!” you cut him off, not wanting the strangers around you to know the intimate details of your sex life with Eren. “Okay.”

“I knew you were gonna do that. See, I do know women.”

A moment or two passed, both of you staring at each other. You with a deadpan expression, and him with a proud one. You were the first one to break the silence with a heavy sigh. “Okay, say I agree to this. What do I get in return?”

“Anything you want,” he said. “Within reason, of course. Please don’t ask me to like, hide a body or something.”

Ignoring his last comment, you continued speaking, “You’re not allowed to back out of whatever I ask you to, right? If this plan fails or succeeds, you still owe me whatever you promised.”

Eren nodded. “Of course. I swear on it.” He shifted a little so his elbow was on the table, holding out a pinky. Instinctively, you held out your pinky as well and intertwined the both of them. Pinky promises were something you and Eren had been doing for years now. It meant that the other was dead serious on their promise.

The waitress came back with your broth and dipping ingredients, setting them on the table for you right when your pinkes left each other. Thanking the waitress, the two of you talked some more while you waited for the broth to heat up.

“We should make it official. With a contract and set of rules,” he said. “Like that one movie you forced me to watch with you. The Boys I Loved or some shit like that.”

“To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” you corrected.

“Yeah, that. They’re kinda doing something like us, yeah?”

“Guess so,” you shrugged, picking up your chopsticks and a sice of pork belly when the broth started to boil. “After we eat though.”

Idle chatter was shared between the two of you as you ate. Even though you saw each other nearly every day, you never ran out of things to talk to. You could be talking about complete nonsense or how quantum physics made no sense, and you would still have the best time of your life.

By now, the broth had been drunk up and the table had been cleared out to be replaced with banana milk and ice cream. Eren brought out his notepad again to write down the set of rules for your fake relationship while enjoying your desserts.

Good progress had been written so far on the notepad. Both of you had given input and criticism on each rule made. In the end, you finally had a good set of rules written down.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N):

Eren tapped a beat on the notepad, reading “payment” over and over again. Eventually he looked up at you, deep in thought. “Have you thought of anything so far?” he asked, clicking the pen to write what you wanted.

This was a tough decision. Eren was ready to give you anything to help him get Mina. You had to be wise and pick something big to take advantage of him. Something you were sure you wouldn’t ever regret getting.

“How about,” you started, trailing off, “you do my laundry for the rest of our time at ParadisU, buy me lunch every Wednesday even after we break up, recommend that godsend of a tutor you keep gatekeeping to help me too, and…”

“And?” Eren asked, looking up from his writing, waiting for your next words.

“All the orgasms I want during our relationship,” you finished, satisfied with what you chose.

“Is that all?” he asked, writing down the last of your words. “That’s a lot.”

“How about I let you know if I wanna add more,” you said. Eren nodded in response. His head hung to look at the notepad again, writing something down. Once he was done, he plaed the pen on the pad and slid it to you.

“Sign it so it’s official,” he instructed.

There were two lines beside each other, one already with Eren’s signature. Without hesitation, you signed your name neatly on the paper, giving the items back to Eren once you were done.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N): eren has to do the (Y/N)’s laundry for the rest of university, buy her lunch ever wednesday, get tutor to help her and give her as many orgasms as she wants during the course of the relationship

signed x eren yaeger x (y/n) (l/n)

The two of you shook hands when Eren put away his things, to seal the deal again. The waitress came by again to give you the bill and collect your dirty dishes. Eren set down the cash needed to pay along with a tip in the check presenter before the two of you left.

You walked hand in hand back to Erens car before you realized you missed something. “Wait. What do we tell people when they ask how we got together?” you asked, pausing in your tracks.

Eren stopped with you, turning to look at you. “Um, you can say I confessed after lunch, and that this is technically our first date,” he suggested, tugging your hand to walk back to the car.

“Huh. Okay. That works,” you nodded.

The two of you got into the car a little bit past 2:30 in the afternoon, ready to go home. “Wait,” you said again, making Eren pause. “Mikasa wanted a burger from that one joint near our apartment. Could you take me there first?”

Eren smiled and nodded, starting the car. “Of course. Burger with medium Coke and onion rings?”

“How did you know?”

“She always gets that when we go there.”

“Huh… I guess you’re right.”

“When am I not?”

"Always."

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[peachyteez]

little wanderer ≫ DAY FOUR, BABY STEPS.

this fellow stray cat hybrid has been hanging around jiyu’s condo for as long as he could remember, although jiyu may not have noticed him. the cold winter breeze and jiyu’s open bedroom window prompts him to sneak into her bedroom one night. it was just suppose to be one night, but the gods must’ve been smiling upon him.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

✧ taglist: @defsoul15, @jaeminpeachy, @joongiebug, @sunsethw4, @t-tbinnie, @chanyeolol, @danibookmarks, @hello-its-ya-boi, @murralyn, @alienmashup, @panini, @moon8894, @koasworld, @taetae123094, @luv3rxcha, @treasure-hwa, @etherealbyeol, @hwaseongzzz, @lovely-sanie, @orbitiiny, @pirate-of-the-dark-seas, @babydolljo, @ms-starlight, @everrrlasting, @bls-luv-me, @atzgiggle, @arohabyeol, @rainbowmagicpixecorn, @soverystupid, @ayetothezee, @kingalls00, @sanstreasure0305, @sparklingmallow, @kpopnightingale, @rosesarethebest, @stillcantfindaproperusername, @bonbonhwa, @its-sarah-stark, @sanismybb, @frankenstein852, @peachseok, @woopetals, @exhofayemars, @pvrkacciosan

✧ notes: y’all, i’m so sorry san’s chapters took basically two months—

✧ WARNING: brief mention of death

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waking up in one of the guest bedrooms, jiyu wearily blinked a couple times before remembering the events from the night before. letting out a small sigh, she sat up and stretched her arms above her head. i hope i didn’t scare him away for good this time.

the various voices and clanks of pans she could hear downstairs made her curious. she glanced at the clock above the bedroom door. 7:34 AM. she tilted her head in confusion. the five boys usually lugged themselves out of bed by 8 earliest, so what’s got them up and running so early?

slipping out of bed and leaving the room, she peered over the railing to see the five boys trying to cook what she assumed was breakfast. she saw some of them (mingi and yunho) struggling with trying to work the induction stove, while some of them (yeosang and hongjoong) were somewhat messily cracking eggs and whisking them. she swore seonghwa had slumped a little just watching them. 

but what surprised her the most was the cat hybrid that had slid over to help yeosang and hongjoong. 

“oh, good morning!” yunho happily greeted her with a wave. at his call, they all followed the puppy’s gaze to see jiyu staring at them from the second floor. “did you sleep well?”

jiyu nodded, not knowing what to process first—the fact that the kitchen might have a chance of burning down, or the fact that san was still there. she slowly descended down the stairs. 

sensing jiyu’s confusion, seonghwa sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “we all felt bad after your little...talk yesterday,” he admitted, the others nodding along with him. like hongjoong had said the previous night, they all shared blame for her outburst since they all once shared similar thoughts with san. “and it was actually san’s idea to make breakfast...”

jiyu’s eyes widened even more before she moved her gaze from seonghwa to san, who had awkwardly hid behind yeosang. after jiyu left the room, san felt pretty guilty, which was a first for him when it came to humans. it wasn’t until the others had briefed him on their own stories with her did he start to realize that she had been telling the truth. she was right; if she had only taken care of them out of obligation for her career, she would’ve sent them to shelters after they had recovered. but no, she took them under her wing and cared for them as if they were her own children and friends. 

“...so considering how you’re doing all this,” she gestured to the eggs, and other various breakfast ingredients lying around the counter, “is this your way of accepting my offer of staying?” she turned to san, or rather yeosang. 

san shyly side-stepped away from yeosang. he couldn’t meet her eyes as he fiddled with his fingers. after a moment of silence, he nodded. “...if that offer still stands. i know i haven’t been the nicest, but after last night, i don’t think you’re such a bad person—”

“so you thought i was a bad person all throughout the time we’ve known each other?” jiyu teasingly pressed, keeping up an offended facade. 

san’s head instantly snapped up at the realization of his words. flustered, he waved his hands in front of him defensively. “wait—no, that’s not what i meant—”

jiyu burst out into laughter and leaned onto the counter. she never would’ve thought that san would have a change of heart with the way she acted last night, yet the universe is always full of surprises for her. “don’t worry, i was just messing with you,” she explained through her laughs before calming down. “and i’m sorry if i crossed a line last night. it’s just...i’ve had a lot on my mind recently and my emotions seemed to have spilled over. i know that sounds like an excuse but for me, it’s the truth.”

although some of the hybrids in the room had no idea what was bothering her so much, they had to agree with her. ever since she went out with sunwoo the day before, she seemed lost in her thoughts more often or just zoning out.

“it’s alright, really,” san reassured. “i was accusing you of ulterior motives, too so...i think you had a right to at least be angry.”

walking up to the cat hybrid, she softly smiled and held her hand out to him. “so are we good now?” 

san slowly clutched her tiny hands in his and gave it a small, yet firm shake. like proud parents, seonghwa and hongjoong looked at the interaction with proud smiles on their faces. as a matter of fact, they all did. they didn’t realize their small talk from last night would actually help san. 

taking a good look at the state of the kitchen, jiyu found it amusing how they were all trying to avoid her look, knowing they were guilty of the mess. “now then...do you all need some help?” she asked, stifling her chuckles at how they eagerly nodded at her offer. 

breakfast was more lively than it had been the last few days. rather than hiding in his own corner, she could see san communicating with the everyone else, herself included. the others were asking questions and just trying to nudge san to feel more relaxed around them. jiyu didn’t understand how he had a change of heart just over one night, but she was glad to see him progress.

but a question nagged at her from the back of her mind. just who was after san that they beat him to a pulp so badly? who was san and where was he from before becoming a stray? jiyu wanted to ask him so bad to see if she could offer him anymore help, but would it come off as being nosy? would san just retreat back into his little shell?

at that moment, it was like san read her mind. “i think...you all deserve an explanation...considering how i put you all at risk last night,” she nervously said, fiddling with his tail. 

“only if you’re okay with it,” seonghwa reassured from next to him. 

san took a moment to gather his thoughts and words. “i actually came from owners that were...well-off, you could put it. if i remember correctly, they adopted my parents first, then i was born a few years after. unfortunately, they died when i was seven due to what they told me was an accident.”

jiyu felt her heart break for san. he looked so somber at the mention of his parents that she almost told him he didn’t have to force himself. but san continued to talk. 

“after my parents died, the family was so nice to me. they basically treated me like i was their own son. they had a daughter around my age, too...so i even had a friend. i thought i had everything, i thought life was great...” he paused again, pursing his lips as he reminisced his past. “but then one wrong move made me a monster in their eyes.” his ears slumped on his head as his whole figure seemed to shrink. his head was bent down, unable to make eye contact with anyone out of fear that they would reject him like his old family did. 

“you don’t have to tell us what you did if it makes you uncomfortable, san,” hongjoong noted the cat’s tensed state, almost as if he was forcing himself to say what he had to say. 

san nodded, an action so small and light that you could’ve missed if you weren’t paying attention. jiyu switched to the seat next to him and gently pat his back in a comforting motion. “hey, it’s okay, san. let me tell you, if you’re ever comfortable enough to tell us what you did, i swear on my life that our views about you would never change. all of us here...i’m pretty sure i can speak for all of us when i say we’ve made some horrible mistakes in the past, too.”

san lifted his head up in the slightest and saw them all nod at jiyu’s words. looking over to jiyu, he found her softly smiling at him. “i’m not exactly sure what convinced you to stay with us, but i’ll be sure to help you out in any way i can. and you can take your time with us. take baby steps into trusting us, just remember that we’re here every step of the way. and if and when the time comes that you can tell is what happened, we’ll listen with open ears and hearts. okay?”

san took her words to heart. he felt the warmth of her words, and how she genuinely meant what she said. seeing the others’ reassuring faces made things a lot better, too. 

“they told me their story,” san quietly mumbled. jiyu tilted her head in confusion. “how you helped them. i guess that’s what kind of made me take the leap, too.” he confessed. 

jiyu stared at the others with wide eyes. she was surprised they even vouched for her. hongjoong playfully snorted before ruffling her hair. “why are you looking at us like that? all we told him was the truth.”

yunho enthusiastically nodded. “yeah! you saved mingi and i from our old owners and the cold.” mingi nodded with a grin, his bunny ears perking up and bouncing along with his nods. 

“and you saved me from getting put down,” seonghwa chimed in.

“and you helped me open up and trust again,” yeosang languidly added. it was rare for jiyu to hear yeosang say something as sappy as that since their dynamics was usually a lot of teasing (from yeosang), but whenever he did say something warm, it held all the more weight and impact. 

jiyu’s bottom lip started to slightly quiver as she felt herself become overwhelmed with emotions—good ones this time. “you guys are gonna make me cry and it’s only 8 in the morning!”

san snickered. “they weren’t kidding when they said you get emotional a lot, too.”

“they what—!”

“we’re sorry, we didn’t mean it!” mingi apologized while laughing before running away to the living room couch. 

“san, that was supposed to be a secret!” yunho playfully whispered before getting a light flick on the forehead by jiyu. 

“alright, you all get one flick each, come here!” she mischievously smiled before going after each and every one of them. san just watched with amusement at the scene. ‘she really is like a kid on the inside.’ he mused to himself while mingi’s screams echoed around.

[scullysexual]

Fictober 2021 Masterlist

Below the cut is a list of all my fictober21 fics. There's the basic list in day order then below that are the fics placed into their prompt categories (9 in total) and then the fics split into character povs. I'm so proud of myself for completing fictober this year and I thank you all for reading along. I hope you enjoyed reading these fics as much as I enjoyed writing them.

I lost access to the prompts I used hence why there are no links but most of my prompts came from @screnstarters with the exception of the autumn prompts that came from @allthingsmusings ,the powerful consequences prompts coming from @soulmemes and the normal fictober prompts that came from @fictober-event I hope I did all the prompts justice.

Day 1: Monster's Retreat.

on the run | second person mulder pov | t | wc; 468 | ao3 |

"I could propose to you right here and now." "While inside of me?"

Day 2: Patched-Up Blankets.

post- the end | second person mulder pov | t | wc; 481 | ao3 | tw; implications of potential suicide |

"You should stay here tonight. It's raining and my arms are safer."

Day 3: Rated One Hundred.

morning after | second person scully pov | t | wc; 837 | ao3 |

"That was nice." "Nice?" "Yeah, you know...nice."

Day 4: Feels Like Home.

sleeping in each other's arms | season 7 | second person scully pov | g | wc; 396 | ao3 |

"I feel safe in your arms. I always have."

Day 5: Pumpkin Cookies.

autumn prompts | emily au | second person scully pov | g | wc; 785 | ao3 |

"I made pumpkin cookies! Want to try one?"

Day 6: Things That Can Never Be.

one bed trope | season 3- paperclip | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 482 | ao3 |

"Facing your lover in bed, sharing a moment of vulnerability in which your eyes meet, and your gaze drops to each other's lips. You turn away but your lover can't quite look away from you."

Day 7: The Lunchbox Rabbit.

general fictober prompt | season 5- christmas carol | third person pov | no msr | baby dana | g | tw; accidental animal killing | wc; 312 | ao3 |

"No, come back."

Day 8: What Would Happen If We Kissed?

friends to lovers | untitled college au universe | college au | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 282 | ao3 |

"Let's just kiss to see what it's like, followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, as they're lingering...and then go in for the second kiss."

Day 9: Best You've Ever Had.

morning after | season 7- post millennium | second person scully pov | t | wc; 379 | ao3 |

"Just admit it." "Admit what?" "I'm the best you've ever had."

Day 10: This Feeling Won't Last Forever.

one bed trope | season 5- post christmas carol | second person mulder pov | t | wc; 616 | ao3 |

"Entwining your fingers, and pulling away when you realise what's happening."

Day 11: Glub- Glub- Glub.

hurt/comfort | season 7- post orison | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 513 | ao3 |

"You can stay here, tonight, for as long as you'd like."

Day 12: Calming Spells.

nightmare prompts | season 7- post orison | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 321 | ao3 |

"Hey babe, babe, wake up." (slightly modified)

Day 13: Mommy's Magic Healing Kisses.

autumn prompts | emily au | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 388 | ao3 |

"Did you cut yourself carving a pumpkin? Let me see it."

Day 14: Day Brings To Light The Mistakes We Have Made (Or Have Not)

morning after prompts | early msr | second person scully pov | g | wc; 273 | ao3 |

"I'd like to do that again sometime."

Day 15: Sleep Land.

nightmare prompts | season 7 | second person scully pov | g | wc; 161 | ao3 |

"I had a nightmare." "What?" "I had a nightmare."

Day 16: You.

hurt/comfort | season 7- post sein und zeit | second person scully pov | g | wc; 207 | ao3 |

"Do you need anything?"

Day 17: Soft Bit of Glass on a Canadian Field.

sleeping in each other's arms prompts | on the run | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 257 | ao3 |

"If they're stargazing, falling asleep in each other's arms is unmatched."

Day 18: Broken Coffee Cups.

general fictober prompts | any season | second person scully pov | wc; 341 | ao3 |

"You have no proof."

Day 19: The Coming Together of Old Traditions to Make New Ones.

autumn prompts | season 3 | second person scully pov | g | wc; 665 | ao3 |

"Let's paint pumpkins." (modified)

Day 20: We Ran Out Of Time.

sleeping in each other's arms | season 4- cancer arc | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 403 | ao3 |

"I can tell your tired." "It's okay, I'd rather stay here."

Day 21: Flicking Lights.

hurt/comfort | season 3- paperclip | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 282 | ao3 |

"Stop apologising. You haven't done anything wrong."

Day 22: Forgotten To Another.

friends to lovers | season 6- arcadia | second person scully pov | g | wc; 452 | ao3 |

"Jealousy- then totally denying it when being confronted about it but everybody knows they're full of shit."

Day 23: A Witness To Something You've Only Ever Imagined.

morning after prompts | season 7 | second person mulder pov | wc; 407 | ao3 |

"You're on breakfast duty."

Day 24: Never Speak It.

nightmare prompts | season 5 | second person scully pov | g | wc; 200 | ao3 |

Day 25: The Unremarkable Pumpkin Patch.

autumn prompts | post series- william au | third person william pov | wc; 800 | ao3 |

"Do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? Can't we just go to the store?"

The Memories Return.

general fictober prompts | on the run | second person scully pov | g | wc; 286 | ao3 |

"You keep me safe." (slightly modified)

Day 27: A Night Spent Together.

comfort prompts | season one- post erlenmeyer flask | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 578 | ao3 |

"Spending the night together after a traumatic experience."

Day 28: Nameless Motel in a Nameless Location.

one bed trope | season 3- post paperclip | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 210 | ao3 |

"There's two beds but I crawl into yours in the middle of the night for comfort."

Day 29: Gone Too Soon Because Of You.

angst/powerful consequences prompts | season 5- demons | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 216 | ao3 | character death |

“A fic where Mulder actually does shoot Scully at the end of Demons. She doesn’t have to die necessarily but angst.” Combined with. “I lost control…you tried to help me. That’s…why you were there. That’s how you…how I hurt you.” (concept).

Day 30: You Only Came To Help.

angst/powerful consequences prompts | season 5- demons | second person scully pov | g | wc; 103 | ao3 | sequel to day 29 | character death | implied suicide |

“A fic where Mulder actually does shoot Scully at the end of Demons. She doesn’t have to die necessarily but angst.” Combined with. “I lost control…you tried to help me. That’s…why you were there. That’s how you…how I hurt you.” (concept)

Day 31: Sharing Is Caring.

autumn prompts | kids au | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 284 | ao3 |

"No fair! Your costume is getting you more candy."

Fics by Prompt Categories.

Morning After (4)

Rated One Hundred.

Best You've Ever Had.

Day Brings To Light The Mistakes We Have Made (Or Have Not)

A Witness To Something You've Only Ever Imagined.

Sleeping In Each Other's Arms (3)

Feels Like Home.

Soft Bit of Grass on a Canadian Field.

We Ran Out Of Time.

Autumn Prompts (5)

Pumpkin Cookies.

Mommy's Magic Healing Kisses.

The Coming Together of Old Traditions to Make New Ones.

The Unremarkable Pumpkin Patch.

Sharing Is Caring.

One Bed Trope (3)

Things That Can Never Be.

This Feeling Won't Last Forever.

Nameless Motel in a Nameless Location.

General Fictober Prompts (3)

The Lunchbox Rabbit.

Broken Coffee Cups.

The Memories Return.

Friends To Lovers (2)

What Would Happen If We Kissed.

Forgotten To Another.

Hurt/Comfort (4)

Glub- Glub- Glub.

You.

Flicking Lights.

A Night Spent Together.

Nightmare Prompts (3)

Calming Spells.

Sleep Land.

Never Speak It.

Angst/Powerful Consequences Prompts (2)

Gone Too Soon Because Of You.

You Only Came To Help.

Misc (2)

Monster's Retreat.

Patched-Up Blankets.

Fics By POV.

Mulder Fics (16):

Monster's Retreat

Patched-Up Blankets.

Things That Can Never Be.

What Would Happen If We Kissed.

This Feeling Won’t Last Forever.

Glub- Glub- Glub.

Calming Spells.

Mommy’s Magic Healing Kisses.

Soft Bit of Grass on a Canadian Field.

We Ran Out Of Time.

Flicking Lights.

A Witness To Something You’ve Only Ever Imagined.

A Night Spent Together.

Nameless Motel in a Nameless Location.

Gone Too Soon Because Of You.

Sharing Is Caring.

Scully Fics (14):

Rated One Hundred.

Feels Like Home.

Pumpkin Cookies.

The Lunchbox Rabbit.

Best You’ve Ever Had.

Day Brings To Light The Mistakes We Have Made (Or Have Not)

Sleep Land.

You.

Broken Coffee Cups.

The Coming Together of Old Traditions to Make New Ones.

Forgotten To Another.

Never Speak It.

The Memories Return.

You Only Came To Help.

Other Fics (1):

The Unremarkable Pumpkin Patch.

[littlemisspascal]

Death and an Angel part 8

Helmetless + Death!Din and Cupid F!Reader

Summary:  “You have become the only one in the universe who can claim to uniquely know him.”

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,002

Warnings: fluffy fluff, some plot, swearing, reunions, soft!Din, Kuiil thinks Cupid is a fool, Kuiil’s backstory from canon, surprisingly little angst (it shocked me too)

Author Note: I want to apologize to those on the tag list not getting notified. I have no idea why Tumblr isn’t cooperating and I feel horrible about it. I love each and every one of you who spares time to read this segment/series and I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season.

Links to Part 1 and Part 7 and Part 9

Cross-posted on AO3.

Photo Inspiration:

The next morning you find Kuiil outside welding together two pieces of metal at his workbench. IG-11 tends to the small herd of blurrg the Ugnaught keeps in a large pen, feeding the two-legged creatures their breakfast. Although you were initially wary, the former assassin droid has been nothing but kind to you, if not a little obsessive about checking the bandage on your head every few hours.

“IG was explicitly warned by Death what would happen if your health declined in his absence,” Kuiil had informed you the previous evening when your attempt to stop the droid’s incessant fretting failed.

“He’s such a worrywart,” you muttered as IG-11 scanned your temperature, heart skipping a beat as it always does when you think about Din’s protective nature. There’s something unbelievably attractive about him making threats when it came to your wellbeing.

“A worrywart who left his gunship in my yard.” Kuiil aimed a sharp look towards the entrance of his home, as if he could see the Razor Crest from this distance.

You snorted a laugh at him calling Arvala-7’s desert landscape a yard of all designations, only for the rest of his sentence to register a beat later, making your eyebrows rise to your hairline. “Wait, what? He seriously left the Crest here? Why would he do that?”

“The quicker his trip to Nevarro, the quicker he returns to your side,” was the response, accompanied with a shrewd look implying you were a fool for asking such a question.

Your Ugnaught host reminds you of a grandfather figure; a bit prickly and blunt at times, but ultimately kindhearted and selfless at his core, wanting only what’s best for those in his care. Between his insistence you keep resting in his bed and IG-11’s nurse programming, you no longer wonder why Din chose to leave you with them, thoroughly convinced you’re receiving better around-the-clock care than most people experience in medcenters.

Kuiil turns when you approach him, pushing his goggles back to the top of his cap as he clicks off the welding torch, eyes giving you a cursory once-over. You feel better than you had yesterday, both headache and dizziness gone, and he must sense that since his head dips in a firm nod, satisfied with what he sees.

“Good morning,” you greet, smiling.

“Morning,” he replies. His expression turns repentant, eyebrows lowering. “My apologies for waking you, but I could not let these repairs remain unfinished.”

“It’s okay.” You tilt your head up towards the sky, enjoying the warmth of the early sunshine after spending the entire previous day cooped inside his home. “I’m supposed to report back to headquarters later today, so I needed to be up anyways.”

Hearing the words out loud grounds the upcoming meeting in reality. It’s really happening. Hours from now, you're going to have to tell your bosses everything, now including your new title as Din’s soulmate. Maker, you can just imagine Hess staring you down with those beady, rat-like eyes of his, asking question after question about you and Din.

And if Hess was serious before on the comlink—and you highly doubt the bastard’s ever told a joke in his life—then there is also the very real prospect of Moff Gideon being there to take part in your interrogation.

“Are you alright?” Kuiil asks, noticing how pale you’ve become. Without waiting for an answer, he ushers you over to a nearby stool. You sit, mouth opening to reassure him you’re fine, only to be startled by the knowing glint in his eyes. “I recognize your anxious face from my years as an indentured servant. You fear punishment from your superiors.”

Your eyes widen, stomach suddenly feeling hollow. “You were a servant?”

“From my birth until my hundredth year, yes.” The nauseous feeling intensifies. You knew Ugnaughts typically lived up to two-hundred years, meaning Kuiil had lived half of his lifetime in servitude. “Earning my freedom did not occur without harsh discipline.”

You draw in a shaky breath at that. It feels wrong, being worried about meeting with your bosses when there are others, such as Kuiil, who have endured far worse horrors.

“Those with power think it comes from weapons and control over others through means of fear and violence,” he continues, returning the welding torch to its proper placement in his toolbox. “True power comes from the strength of one’s hope. It allows you to believe in a better future for yourself and so long as you cling to it, no enemy can break your spirit.”

His rumbling baritone washes over you, calming the worst of your worries. You press your thumb against your soulmate marking, a nervous habit that has developed since you first saw it yesterday. You’ve become addicted to the warmth the mark emanates as it reassures you you’re not hallucinating its appearance.

“I just keep thinking about what their reactions are going to be when I tell them about me and him being together,” you confess, feeling shy as you duck your chin to avoid eye contact.

“Are you embarrassed of Death being your soulmate?”

Your head snaps back up, shocked by his bluntness. “What? No. Din means everything to me.”

The words seem too loud against the quiet atmosphere of the planet. They reverberate off seemingly every surface—the desert rocks, the Razor Crest’s steel paneling and the metal roof on Kuiil’s home—echoing for miles in every direction. Despite knowing that isn’t truly possible, you are unable to stop yourself from wincing.

“You gave Death a name?” Kuiil’s bafflement is visible in the way his head tilts, looking at you in a way that is reminiscent of Omera’s puzzled expression back on Sorgan.

"I didn’t.” You shake your head, for some reason feeling the need to clarify, “He named himself. It’s just something for me to call him when we’re around mortals.”

“I have known Death many decades now,” he begins, sounding no less confused despite your explanation. “He’s quite...particular about the mortal traditions he chooses to adopt, such as appearing as a human male and piloting a gunship.”

“Yeah, I know how picky he can be,” you say slowly, not understanding what his point is.

“Not once has he ever felt compelled to use a mortal name because, in his opinion, names establish ties."

“What does that mean?”

“Without a name, he is but another stranger amongst trillions of beings, unrecognized and unmissed,” Kuiil explains, and you find yourself leaning forward, elbows on your knees. “By giving you a name to call him by, he has tied himself to you in a way he has not permitted anyone else. You have become the only one in the universe who can claim you uniquely know him.”

“Huh.” You let out a long exhale, suddenly aware of your heartbeat pounding deafeningly in your eardrums as it begins to sink in just how monumental the gift of Din’s name truly is. “Well how bout that.”

And the shrewd look from last night makes a reappearance, conveying once again how foolish he thinks you are.

“I have spoken.”

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People tend to forget a Cupid’s bow is first and foremost a weapon of defense. Comprised of wood from a Brylark tree, sinew from orbaks, and a thin layer of a mudhorn’s horn, it can be compared to Din’s armor in that it is virtually indestructible. A Cupid carries two types of arrows: one made from kyber crystal meant to lighten one’s emotions or, on rare occasions, induce lust, and the other one made from a kyber crystal coated in ichor, meant to inflict harm against enemies. Once a target is hit, the effects are instantaneous and the arrow vanishes in a burst of sparkling light, regenerating in your quiver seconds later.

You underwent rigorous training to learn how to become a master of archery. Your bow is bound to your Cupid abilities, capable of being summoned to your aid and dismissed with a mere thought. You were taught how to control your breathing, learning that the expanding and contracting of your chest cavity during a shot can ruin your aim. Missing a target is one of the worst mistakes a Cupid can commit, meaning you must make every single shot count.

All that to say, Cupids are fierce archers as much as they are dedicated matchmakers.

They are also dangerous when startled unexpectedly.

You’re in the middle of tidying up Kuiil’s tiny kitchen space, a task you had insisted upon after he’d served you a delicious lunch, humming to yourself quietly as you scrub at the dishes when hands wrap around your waist, pulling you backwards towards someone’s chest.

You react completely on instinct, teleporting out of their hold and reappearing on the other side of the room, bow ready with an ichor arrow aimed directly at the assailant. It is only when the meager light of the nearby lantern reflects off their beskar helmet do you realize who you’re facing.

Immediately you lower and dismiss your weapon before pressing a hand over your chest where your heart is fluttering like a trapped bird. “I’m so sorry, Din,” you tell him, limbs trembling as it sinks in just how close you were to shooting him. “Maker, you scared me and—and I thought I—well, I don’t know what I was thinking, just that I had to—”

In between blinks he appears in front of you, yanking his helmet off with such ferocity your words catch in your throat. You have only the slightest of seconds to glimpse the arousal darkening his brown eyes before he slips a hand behind your neck and crashes your lips together.

He kisses you as if you’re gravity and he’ll float away if he dares to spare a moment to breathe, sending a current of warmth surging through your body. You thought the mere touch of his hand had been life-altering, but it is a mere candle compared to the wildfire his lips spark. Your eyes fall shut as you kiss back with an equal amount of fervency, bringing him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck, grinning at the groan the action spurs from deep within his chest.

There is the heavy thud of his helmet striking the ground before he’s wrapping his hand around your waist, slotting a thigh between your legs to ensure every inch of your bodies are touching. Your cheeks rub against the scratchiness of his facial scruff, an invigorating burn you think you could easily become addicted to.

An embarrassingly high-pitched whine escapes your lips when he pulls away a minute later. He’s never looked more attractive, mouth swollen and hair disarrayed from your roaming fingers. His hands cup your face, and it occurs to you as he swipes his thumbs over your cheekbones he isn’t wearing his gloves.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, sounding slightly hoarser than usual and out of breath. His gaze roams your face, like he’s trying to re-familiarize himself with your features after the time spent apart. “Especially with your bow. When you pointed that arrow at me, there was this...fierceness in your eyes I’ve never seen before. Fuck, angel, you looked so gorgeous.”

“Seriously?” you say, raising an incredulous eyebrow, because of-kriffing-course he’d be the one being in the whole universe who is turned on by a weapon being pointed at him.

“Seriously.” He leans in, forehead pressing against yours, noses brushing. It’s hard to focus when he’s this close, like you’ve again entered that separate realm where it’s just you and him.

“Din, look,” you whisper, fighting the magnetic pull insisting you kiss him again long enough to show him your marked hand. “It’s real. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

The smile that stretches across his face when he sees it is nothing short of breathtaking.

“Angel,” he says, tilting your head so the words are spoken right against your lips. “I’ve wanted to hear you say those words ever since I gave you my name.”

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[maddieinwonder]

A Lesson In Romance #7: False Start

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Just a lot of awkward vibes hahaha

Word Count: 1.7k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they try to confess their feelings.

A/N: I didn’t actually manage to include the definition of a False Start in the chapter itself, so I’ll add it at the end. No spoilers for now!

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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It took you 24 hours to decide that you were going to do something about your feelings for the good doctor. Pretty quick, considering you were a living, breathing rom-com cynic. But as ancient Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, once said: "The only constant in life is change".

Specifically, change happened after you woke up in your cute co-worker and dear friend's arms and you wanted nothing more than to get back into them as fast as possible.

But by the universal laws of working in the BAU, catching a break seemed to be the hardest when you actually wanted one.

Firstly, it was like every serial killer in the country decided to cancel their vacations simultaneously, swamping the team with urgent case after case. At this point, you were more familiar with the couch on the jet than your bed at home, and everyone was feeling the strain.

Secondly, if you weren't sleeping, you were usually out in the field chasing unsubs with Derek or Rossi. You had stopped holding out hope for being paired with Spencer — on account of your areas of specialty overlapping too much, and Hotch not being the type of leader to waste his resources — and as a result:

Thirdly, getting even ten minutes alone with the genius became an impossible task, and not for lack of trying either. At the start of the month, the two of you had tried to adapt your breakfast ritual to the road, but it always got interrupted mid-coffee order or even at the ding of the lift. Not that you and Spencer stopped trying, no, but your patience was wearing thin.

So you did something you hadn't done since you submitted your application to join the BAU — you prayed for a chance.

Because every day that you didn't admit your feelings to the doctor was another day fighting the compulsion to tell somebody else about them, and god only knows what a room full of profilers (and one nosy tech analyst) would do with that kind of information.

Then, out of the blue, the door of opportunity opened.

After two weeks of straight travel, the team had earned a well-deserved one night’s rest in your own beds before dealing with a local case, bright and early tomorrow morning. And since your flight landed at 2am and all the trains had stopped by then, this gave you the perfect shot to execute your plan.

Unfortunately, you forgot to take into account the most important factor — your nerves.

It didn't help that Derek had wolf-whistled in the carpark as the two of you walked off in the same direction, nor that Spencer immediately put your favourite album into the CD player out of instinct; an overly domestic action that made your heart beat even faster.

But it was when you arrived in front of his apartment building that you felt the worst of it. As you tried to summon the right words to your lips, your heart hammered in your chest and your thoughts jumbled themselves into nonsense.

"Are you ok?" Spencer asked, snapping you out of your anxious spiral instantly. "You don't look so well."

"I-I'm fine." Your fingers twitched nervously.

"Doesn't seem like it." He looked down at your hands, and you cursed your subconscious brain for giving you away. Then, he placed a hand over yours and your heart stopped.

"You're not alright, that's for sure, but it seems like it's just sleep deprivation." He assessed, bending slightly to look at your face. "You can't drive in this state. Do you want to come in?”

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, ready to protest, but Spencer beat you to it. "Let’s go. You wanted to talk about something, right?" He called out, already one foot out of the car.

Before you could realise what was happening, you found yourself sitting on Spencer's couch holding a warm cup of tea.

This was the first time you were in his apartment. Yet, it was exactly what you thought it'd be like. Every wall was lined with bookshelves, filled to max capacity with books of every topic imaginable from neuroscience to philosophy. Those that didn't make it to the shelves were found in random stacks around his apartment, standing out against his forest green walls.

"Did you know that chamomile tea is a natural remedy for insomnia? In fact, it is commonly regarded as a mild tranquilizer. It's calming effects may be attributed to the antioxidant apigenin, which binds to specific receptors in your brain that initiate sleep and reduce anxiety." He explained, walking over with his own mug.

"I actually did know that." You smiled. The tea seemed to work its magic because you did feel relaxed, and you must have looked it too, because the worried frown disappeared off Spencer's face.

"Didn't know you were a tea person." You commented lightly, blowing the steam from your mug.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." He replied mysteriously, and you raised your eyebrows.

Spencer's apartment was too quiet, no rumbling fridge or quiet radio playing in the background to make your awkward silence any less pronounced. It was then that you noticed he didn't have a TV. Somehow this fact didn't surprise you very much.

"You... you wanted to talk to me about something?" He broke the silence, looking down at the hot tea swirling in his mug.

Right. You were here to talk about your feelings. Your face flushed as you tried to summon your willpower, again.

"I wanted to tell you something—" You began shakily. "But before that, I just want to preface, we can ignore this entire thing if you don't agree. I mean, I really enjoy our friendship as it is, and I wouldn't want to do anything to affect tha—"

"Wait." Spencer interrupted urgently, before catching himself. "Sorry, um, before that, can I say something?"

"Um, ok, shoot." You replied meekly, trying to hide your relief behind a long sip of tea. There was a pause as he gathered his thoughts, and you might have been seeing things, but he looked almost... nervous? 

"The day we met, I calculated the probability of meeting somebody that shared my exact coffee order and the result was almost one in a million.” He finally spoke, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “That probability decreased when I factored in working together, sharing the same interests, and... and how I enjoyed spending time with you more than with anybody else."

Spencer cleared his throat, a blush coming onto his cheeks.

"Ever since then... my life just started making sense. I know I’m a scientist, not a poet, and I could tell you all the statistics about relationships in the world, but when it comes to you...”

His cheeks were crimson now, as he ran his fingers through his hair. You had a feeling yours looked the same.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that I think you're beautiful and smart, and I have no idea what you see in me, but I'd really—"

Suddenly, both your phones buzzed violently against his coffee table, jolting you out of the moment. You leaned over in a trained motion, only to see exactly what you expected:

Garcia: No rest for the wicked, crime fighters. Conference room in 30.

Penny: No rest for the wicked, crime fighters. Conference room in 30.

You let out a sigh you didn't realise you were holding, and Spencer looked over at you, doe-eyed and nervous.

“The case?" He asked quietly.

There was a silence filled with words unsaid. "We should go." He said finally. "If we leave now, we can still make it on time."

You only nodded in response, more out of duty than desire, and gulped down the rest of your tea. The thought of what he was about to say burned down your throat.

Driving away from Spencer’s apartment was torturous. The doctor hadn’t said anything to you since he entered the car, only fiddling with his bag as he looked out the window. It was too dark to read his expression, but you wondered if he could still hear the way he called you “beautiful”, or whether the moment had already dissolved into the space between you.

Luckily, you didn’t need to wait long for an answer, as Spencer tugged on your sleeve before you exited the carpark, his face scrunched in worry.

"I really didn't mean for that to be so... weird. Can we talk about this again after the case?" He asked softly, and despite every semblance of logic left in your brain, you couldn’t stop the hope from blooming in your chest and you smiled.

That was when Spencer did something completely uncharacteristic. (You didn't know this at the time, but it was something that you would tease him about for a long time after.)

In one fluid movement, the doctor pulled you into a tight hug that elicited a squeak from you, but it only took a second for the initial shock to wear off before you relaxed completely into his warm touch. He took that as a sign to continue, burying his head into your shoulder and letting out a content sigh.

Unlike waking up to your bodies intertwined, nothing about this was a mistake. Not the way his fingers stroked your back peacefully, nor the way his curly hair tickled your cheek. You felt the stress of the past two weeks melt away in his embrace, and so did any coherent thought, except one: normal friends didn't hug each other like this.

Later when the two of you finally entered the conference room, miraculously still on time, nobody commented on the smiles plastered on your faces but everybody could tell. They were profilers after all.

But for the first time in awhile, you were just too happy to care.

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Definition of a False Start here

[waitimcomingtoo]

The Cup

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: a monogrammed mug might be the thing that exposes your relationship with Peter to the Avengers when there’s a strict “no dating” rule being enforced

Warnings: I’m sorry if your first, middle, or last name begins with a “p”. Also this gif is a total spoiler with no context for this story

Masterlist

There was a rule in the Avengers tower: Avengers were absolutely not allowed to date each other. It was a stupid but reasonable rule, considering Nat and Bruce’s relationship had caused fights, tears, and chaos until dating among Avengers was inevitably banned, exactly three years before you and Peter joined the team.

Peter had been an Avenger for eight months before you came along. In that time, he'd become good friends with the other Avengers, or at least that’s what he told Ned. Peter was regarded as more of a son among the Avengers, never really seen as an equal. Before you, Peter was teased daily for his intelligence and bad habit of spewing out scientific facts no body asked for. Whenever he started going off on the theory of momentum or how a star was formed, a collective groan could be heard from Earths mightiest heroes. He would laugh it off and stop telling his fact, but it stung a little more each time it happened. But keep in mind, that was before you. 

You took a breath and entered the elevator. You smoothed your shirt with your hands and folded your lips into your mouth. You were surprisingly nervous, expecting the other Avengers to look down on you for being younger. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, you heard a voice call out.

"Hold the door please." The voice said. They sounded frantic so you quickly stuck your hand in the door so it wouldn't close. To your surprise, a dark haired boy around your age got onto the elevator with you. He was slightly out of breath from running and his curls were going in every direction. You could feel your face heat up and smiled shyly at him. He smiled back.

"Thanks for holding the door." He said once the elevator started going up.

"No problem." You answered. You already had butterflies in your tummy from your new job, and the adorable guy riding in the elevator with you didn't help.

"How come I've never seen you before?" He asked. You were pleasantly surprised that he had kept the conversation going.

"Today's my first day. I'm the newest Avenger.” You explained and he nodded.

"Well it's nice to meet you, newest Avenger." The boy said, extending his hand for you to shake. You prayed your palms weren't sweaty and firmly shook his hand.

"Thanks. And it's Y/n.” You told him. He smiled upon hearing your name as he realized it’s was his new favorite name.

“I’m Peter.” Peter told you. “I’m really glad to see you joining the Avengers. You have no idea how desperately we need more girls on the team. Last week, Nat wasn’t here and Bucky and Sam got tied in a knot. No one could pull them apart until she got back.” Peter blew out a breath as he remembered the incident. “Plus, it’s nice to have someone my age.” He added shyly.

From then on, you loved Peter.

“I’m actually really glad to see you too. I thought all the Avengers were gonna be older than me.” You said with relief. “I’m glad I got to talk to you, Peter. It's nice to have a friend on my first day." You said as you walked out of the elevator together.

"Yeah. Friends." Peter smiled widely.

You did not stay friends long.

The day you joined the team, the Avengers were getting ready to go on a mission involving a creature who liked to hop between earths and cause chaos. You sat quietly in the corner of the quintet and watched everyone interact. You didn’t add anything to the conversation, but laughed and smiled where necessary. You felt pretty invisible but you were okay with that for the time being. It was your first day and you didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. You were perfectly content with staying silent until Peter started going on about a multiverse.

“I can’t believe there’s actually a multiverse. Ive always read about them, but I never imagined it being real. This means there’s a universe out there where I’m stronger than Captain America.” Peter said excitedly.

“Doubtful.” Steve cut in.

“I mean, can you guys believe this? This creature can just hop to different universes as it pleases.” Peter went on. “I thought that was just theoretical. I mean, that completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. We’re talking about an eternal inflation system. And how does that even work-“

“Peter, you’re doing it again.” Sam sighed.

“Sorry.” Peter shrunk down in his seat, a look of hurt appearing on his face when he noticed the annoyed look on the Avengers faces. You noticed the look too and frowned.

“He does this a lot. You’ll learn to tune it out.” Bucky said to you.

“It’s just really cool. We’re talking about an eternal inflation system. And how does that even work-“ Peter said sheepishly before Sam cut him off.

“Peter! I’m sorry, he’s-“ Sam began the explain.

“Wait.” You cut him off and looked at Peter. “Let him finish.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“What?” Peter asked in confusion, as no one had ever taken interest in him before.

“I want to hear the rest.” You said seriously. “What were you saying Peter?”

“I was just wondering how the multiverse worked with all the quantum realms. This has got to affect the space-time continuum in some way. That’s all.”

“That’s really cool, Peter. You’re really smart.” You said sincerely. You didn’t like the way his intelligence was treated as a nuisance with the other Avengers. You definitely isn’t like the sad look that crossed his face when they told him to stop. You just wanted to make him feel good.

“Thank you.” Peter said, in a little disbelief that you actually cared.

“No problem, Peter.” You smiled.

You ignored the shocked looks from the rest of the Avengers, or maybe you just didn’t see them. You and Peter looked at each other from across the jet and you winked at him.

You found Peter the next day sparing with a hologram. The hologram was much larger than Peter, but Peter was clearly winning the fight. You noticed Peters eyes darting around as he looked like he was figuring something out in his head. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you were too curious not to ask.

“What are you doing, Peter?” You asked him.

“I’m figuring out the momentum of his swings so I can match his force and overpower him even though he’s bigger than me. My mask usually does it but I’m practicing doing it myself incase my mask breaks during a battle.” Peter explained as he continued fighting.

“So you’re doing all that math in your head?” You asked in admiration.

“Yeah. It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it.” Peter shrugged, watching you carefully to see if you were actually interested or just teasing him. “But sometimes I forget to carry the one.”

“And all the Avengers just watch you do this and see it as normal? No one says “wow Peter, that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen” or anything?” You wondered.

“Uh, no. Not really.” Peter said.

“Well, Peter.” You laughed. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

From then on, Peter loved you.

Three weeks later, Peter kissed you in the training room when no one else was around. He tasted like Gatorade and mint and heaven.

Six months later, you were in love. You were spending every waking moment together, and by default, loving every waking moment together. There was never a time when he was more than 10 feet away, and that was how you liked it. From sparring to movie dates in Mr. Starks home theater to making burnt cookies for the rest of the Avengers, you were inseparable. The only problem was, you couldn't tell anyone that they were together.

The rule still stood and you worried if anyone found out, you’d be kicked off the team. This lead to secret hand holding under the table and quick kisses when no one was looking. It was an okay system, but it wasn’t great. Peter was dying to tell the other Avengers that he was dating you. All the men on the team had taken quite a liking to you. They were never disrespectful, but your beauty and abilities often came up when you weren’t around and the telling smiles that crossed their faces made Peter a little angry. He knew it wasn't their fault, but he couldn’t shake the jealousy. You were stunning and they had no idea you were taken. If the guys knew you were his girlfriend, they'd back off immediately. But, no one was allowed to know.

One hectic morning, your alarm didn't wake you up. You’d never actually set your alarm, because you’d fallen asleep in Peters bed while watching a movie together. You were still at his apartment at 7:13 when you had to be at the tower at 7:30 for a meeting. Peter was nowhere to be found, and you assumed he let you sleep because he thought your alarm was set. You rushed to get ready, grabbing whatever shirt you could find, which happened to be one of Peters button downs, and threw on some pants. Rushing into the kitchen, you found Peter with two cups of coffee already made and a small smile on his face. You sighed in relief that he was all ready to go and gave him a kiss, longer than you were accustomed too since no one was around. You grabbed your cup of coffee and headed out.

Once in the tower, you sat at the conference table and took a deep breath. You had gotten to the meeting on time, walking in a few minutes after each other so it wouldn't be suspicious. You took a big sip of your coffee when something caught your eye. Specifically, the giant red "P” on the front on the cup.

Luckily, Peter was sitting directly across from you. You snapped your fingers harshly to get his attention. Peter looked up at you and smiled, his smile quickly fading when he saw your angry expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You said nothing, instead, just held up your cup. Peter grimaced when he realized his mistake.

“Oops. Just trade cups with me. It's fine." He assured you. You quickly switched cups and you relaxed as the other Avengers walked in.

"Did you hear from Bruce? I think he said he was gonna be late.” Peter asked you to look like you were having a normal, platonic, conversation.

"I don’t think so. I’ll check if he texted- Oh God you freaking idiot." You deadpanned the last part as you stared at your cup.

"What? What's wrong now?" Peter asked, confused by your seemingly uncalled for insult. You again said nothing, but just held up your cup. This time, there was an even bigger, purple "P” on the front. Peter bit his lip.

"Oops." He repeated. “Nice shirt, by the way.” He smirked. You looked down and realized you were wearing his shirt in addition to drinking from his cup. Your day could not get any worse.

"Oops? Is that all you have to say?" You asked in a harsh whisper.

“Y/n, its fine. No ones gonna notice." Peter said calmly.

"You think they won't notice the giant purple "P” on my cup? My name is Y/n L/n. There's no "P” in that!" You exclaimed. You continuously checked to see if anyone was listening as you scolded Peter.

"You can say the “P” is for your middle name." Peter suggested as he took a sip of his coffee from your matching cups.

"My middle name is Y/m/n.” You whined, knowing his plan wouldn’t work.

"Really? That's so pretty." Peter said with delighted surprise.

"That's not the point, Peter.” You groaned. “The point is, if I'm caught drinking from a cup that has an initial other than my own, namely your initial, people are gonna get suspicious."

“Or, consider this. Close your eyes, manifest with me.” Peter said as he shut his eyes. “No one will care."

"I'm already wearing your shirt, which means I smell like your cologne. Now, I have a cup with your initial on it. Someone is gonna put two and two together." You panicked.

"Or, consider this, really manifest with me this time. I didn’t see you manifest before, no one will care." He said again with an innocent smile.

"Why couldn't you given me any other cup? And why do you own so many monogrammed cups?" You inquired.

"You're blowing this out of proportion. It's no big deal. No one will even notice." Peter repeated. You wondered how he was so calm when your jobs were at stake.

"Hey, Y/n. What's that “P” stand for on your cup?" Tony asked as soon as he entered the room. You shot Peter a look that made him shrink into his seat.

"Who cares? No one will notice! It’s just a cup! No need to get jazzed up about it.” You said sarcastically, catching the attention of the other Avengers.

"Oh, I'm the one who's jazzed? You're freaking out over a cup." Peter retorted, in full volume now.

"Speaking of the cup, why is there a “P” on it?" Sam asked, pointing the cup out so everyone could see it. You couldn’t help the loud groan that escaped your mouth.

"It stands for panda.” Peter blurted. “Y/n loves pandas.” You looked at Peter with a lethal glare.

"Why wouldn't you just buy a cup with a panda on it?” Bucky chimed in. You shrugged and looked at Peter.

"That's a great question, James. Peter, why don't you answer?" You said with a fake smile.

"Because Y/n likes to be unique." Peter explained meekly.

"Does the "P” on your cup also stand for panda?” Sam asked Peter. Peter looked down at his cup and sighed.

"It sure does". He said weakly.

"Interesting. I would've guessed the "P” stood for “Peter” or “Parker”, since you two are clearly dating. But I guess I was wrong." Sam shrugged casually as you and Peter froze.

"You know that we're dating?" You asked in shock.

"The whole team knows.” Steve cut in as if it were obvious. You looked around the room and everyone just shrugged as of to confirm Steve’s words.

"But what about the rule?" Peter asked, dumbfounded.

"That rule hasn't been effective for months. I stopped enforcing it last January.” Tony laughed as he took his seat at the head of the table.

"What? How come no one told us?" You asked.

"Because if you knew, there'd be non-stop PDA and none of us wanted that." Nat answered.

“So you let us think we were keeping it a secret for six months?” Peter demanded.

“Secret? Did you think none of us noticed that Peter became left handed six months ago so he could hold your hand with his right one under the table?” Tony pointed out.

“We all knew, we just didn’t care. We’re happy for you guys.” Steve smiled again you.

“Oh.” You said. “Thanks guys.”

“You’re welcome.” Tony answered. “Just keep the PDA to a minimum. I don’t want any spider babies around running here.”

Seven years later, you and Peter were married just a few miles from the Avengers tower.

After the ceremony, you sat in the kitchen while Peter finished bringing in the wedding gifts.

“I have one last gift for you, Mrs. Parker.” Peter came from behind you and kissed your cheek, setting a small gift box down on the table in front of you. You opened it up, finding a mug with a script “P” on the front. You laughed at the sight, remembering the incident in the conference room all those years ago.

“There. Now you do have a “P” initial. You can use this with no questions asked.” Peter said with pride.

“I love it.” You told him honestly. You smiled and made some coffee, just so you could use your new cup.

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[laventae]

Serendipity

Summary: You accidentally bump into Suna once, then a second time, then a third time.... before it starts seeming like fate has already decided its course for the both of you.

Pairings: Suna Rintaro x F!reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, College/Uni au

Word count: 3.4k words

Part: 1 , (2) , (3) , (TBC)

(A/N: I suck at writing summaries but anyways. This is/was supposed to be part of my [HQ Boys - Pretending to be your boyfriend] series, but I really wanted to make this slightly longer than my usual one-shots. Also, this story will probably have every cheesy trope you know, so, proceed with caution and I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.)

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

‘Okay, what the fuck is going on?’ you think as you slowly try to open your eyes. 

Looking at your bedside table, you reach for your phone and check the time

7:35 A.M

‘Ugh... it’s too early for this shit...’ you think as you yawn.

You remember your shift at work starts at about 9 a.m., so you decide to sleep for a bit longer.

You place your phone back down on your bedside table, and turn in bed, covering your face with a pillow.

THUD

“Goddammit, what’s going on outside?!” you exclaim, getting out of your bed and heading for the front door.

You open the door hastily, and find your landlord standing in the hallway of your apartment building, then notice multiple moving boxes scattered around, and movers talking some of the boxes into the apartment opposite yours.

You’re both startled when you open the door, but she softens as soon as she notices it was you.

“Good morning, Mrs. Saito. What’s going on?” you ask her sleepily.

“Goodness, I’m sorry they woke you up as well, sweetheart. The new tenant told me they were moving in today but I didn’t know the movers were coming this early and causing this much of a ruckus!” she exclaims, looking like she was just as annoyed by the noise as you were.

“Well, the new tenant certainly didn’t make a good first impression, huh?” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

She chuckles softly, “I guess not. They’re not even here yet, so I’m just going to have to stay here until the movers are done” she sighs.

“Want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

“Oh, that’s alright, sweetheart, you should go back in and try to get some more sleep” she says, waving you back into your apartment.

You try to insist, but you feel too tired. Instead, you just nod and go back in, closing the door behind you.

Sighing, you head to your bedroom again; you figure you should try to get a bit more sleep in before you actually start getting ready for work.

-~-~-

After tossing and turning in bed for a couple of minutes, the noise wouldn’t get any quieter, so you thought you might as well get out of bed and head to your part-time job a bit earlier than usual.

You start getting ready, and make a quick cup of coffee to give Mrs. Saito on your way out. She thanks you and you go on your way.

When you first moved into your apartment about 2 years ago, you were able to find a pretty decent part-time job working as a barista at coffee shop nearby. It was only about two blocks away from where you lived, so it was super convenient; and a plus point, you were never late.

Checking your phone again, you notice the time

8:35 A.M

“It’s still so early...” you yawn as you take out your headphones and play some music to listen to while you walk to the coffee shop, talking your time.

After about 15 minutes of enjoying your morning walk, and window shopping on the stores along the way, you reach your destination and open the front door.

“Goodmorning, y/n!” you hear your boss call out to you as soon as you enter, “Early as usual, I see”

You chuckle as you head in his direction, “Oh, you know me, always excited to get to work!” you joke.

He laughs, “Yesterday was your last day of your second Uni semester, wasn’t it?” he asks you.

“Yeah, made it out in one piece thankfully”

He laughs again, “I’m sure you did well, I've seen how stressed out you’ve been about it but I also know how hard you’ve been studying, don’t worry” he assures you as he points to the chairs in the shop, silently asking you to help him out with setting them up.

“How do you know that?” you sigh, grabbing a few chairs and setting them down.

He stops what he’s doing and looks at you, “You think I didn’t notice the dark circles you kept coming in with, during every shift, for the past couple of weeks?”

“Was it that obvious?” your eyes widen.

“Definitely” he answers and you both laugh.

After setting up the last few chairs, your boss speaks up again, “Alright, why don’t you head in and get ready, I’ll just be out here setting up the register before we open in a couple of minutes”.

You nod and walk back to the staff locker area.

-~-~-

The day goes by slowly, as usual, and after a few hours, you take your break and head to the staff room locker area to relax and have a (late) breakfast.

‘I really need this right now’ you sigh as you take a sip of your coffee, feeling more tired than usual, and blame it on having to wake up super early that morning.

You check your phone and notice a text message.

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it.

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! Call me when you're on your break!”

You smile and shake your head, dialing up her number.

It rings a couple of times before your best friend picks up.

“Hey y/n!!” she yells excitedly

“Hey Hina,” you laugh, “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to remind you that we are going out tonight to celebrate my birthday, you still remember, right?”

“Oh, was that today?” you joke

“Y/N!!!”

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding, you know I'll be there” you shake your head

“Good! I'll also be inviting some of my friends from Uni, but I want us to hangout still. It’s been a while since we’ve actually caught up. And I'm finally gonna be able to come to your city!”

The both of you actually met during your first year in University through mutual friends. Even though you both were in different majors, you hit it off right away. And after that, the both of you always tried to make time to hang out, whether it was between classes, during lunch breaks, or whenever the both of you had the time.

However, it was sometimes hard to meet up during weekends, since she lived in the city next to yours, so whenever she had the chance to come to your city, or you were able to go to hers, you guys would always spend it together.

“Yeah, I guess with exams and all it was hard for us to actually see each other”

“Exactly, anyways I’m excited for tonight!”

“Yeah, me too..!”

“Hey, do you sound more tired than usual, or is it just me?” she asks you, sounding worried.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just woke up super early today, not willingly though” you sigh, “don't even ask, I'll tell you about it later”

“Alright... if you say so”

“Anyways, I gotta get back to work now, so, I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Alright! Dress sexy, okay? You promised we would dress up!”

“Yeah, yeah, I'll try my best” you both laugh before hanging up.

-~-~-

It was about 5 p.m when you finally reach your house, after leaving your part-time job, and finishing up some outdoor chores you had for the day.

You sigh as you get off the elevator to your floor.

You notice the empty hallway as you walk to your apartment; you suppose that the movers were already done and have left at this point.

You glance over to the door opposite yours at the end of the floor’s hallway.

‘I wonder if they're home yet...’ you think before you unlock the door of your apartment and go in.

You sigh as you place your groceries and bag on your kitchen island and start putting everything away.

You were supposed to meet Hina later tonight, at around 7 p.m, to celebrate her birthday. That meant you had a couple more hours to spend at home, so you decide to make some lunch/dinner and watch a movie on Netflix.

-~-~-

“Hey Hina, I’ll just go outside and answer this call real quick alright?” you try to call out to your friend as you get out of your chair, but she looks at you confused, the music playing loudly in the pub and the bustling of the people inside made it hard for her to hear your voice from across the table.

You point to your phone, and as realization hits her, she nods.

You attempt to make your way out of the pub, trying to worm between the people inside and make your way to the door. However, you suddenly run into someone before you reach the door, and accidentally drop their drink.

“I’m so sorry!” you tell them, looking up and noticing it was an old man, long white hair settling over his shoulders.

He looks annoyed at first but then his face relaxes when he sees you.

“I can pay for the drink!” you tell him apologetically.

“Oh, that’s alright, gorgeous, it was just a mistake” he answers you, smiling.

‘Okay...’ you think as you get a weird feeling in your gut.

“Would you like me to buy you-”

“Okay, Bye” you cut him off, smiling awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you; you reach for the door and leave the pub.

It suddenly gets much quieter, and you feel yourself relax, finally being able to breathe.  

Honestly, you didn’t really get a call from anyone, you were just feeling tired, and wanted to take a break from all the noise.

You check the time on your phone,

11:54 P.M

You sigh, ‘I wanna go back home...’

It’s not that you weren’t having fun with Hina and her friends, but you were frankly not that close with them, and even though they are all very nice, having to be social for a long time takes a toll on your mental and physical strength sometimes.

Startled, you turn around when you hear the door of the pub open again behind you.

“Hey,” you hear Hina say as she approaches you, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah sorry, that was just my mom checking up on me” you lie to her, putting your phone back in your bag.

She nods, but you know she's slightly suspicious of your answer as she eyes you carefully

“You tired?” she asks you.

You chuckle nervously, ‘well, that didn’t take long’.

“Yeah, I'm really sorry, it’s getting late and it’s kind of been a long day”

She chuckles, “It’s okay, I thought your battery might have run out by now”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Then you look at her apologetically.

“Yeah, I think I might head home for the night, is that alright with you?” you ask her, feeling bad you couldn’t stay longer.

She laughs and goes in to hug you goodbye, “You know it’s fine, I’m just glad I got to see you today! But, promise me we would hangout together again soon?”

You sigh, relieved, “you know I'd cancel any plans I have, just to see you” you shake your head as you hug her back.

“And promise me you’ll think about that date I wanna set you up on” she giggles as you both let go.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll think about it” you reply, used to her trying to set you up on these blind dates that you don’t necessarily really want to go to.

“Alright. You want me to call you a cab or walk you home?” she asks as you turn around and start leaving.

“No! It’s fine, my house is literally a couple of blocks away, go back! Have fun!” you say assuring her, and waving her to go back and hangout with her friends.

“Are you sure, y/n?”

“Yess! Go!” you tell her, and turn back around, walking away again.

-~-~-

After walking for a few minutes, you notice how quiet it was outside, except for the few open pubs you passed by earlier. I mean, it wasn’t really a huge surprise, it was getting pretty late, and almost all stores in the area were closed at that point. But, because you weren’t usually out that late at night all alone, it somehow made it feel even emptier and quieter.

You look up at the sky as you walk on the sidewalk and notice a few stars scattered along the night sky. It makes you smile and you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

‘I wonder how many of those are actually just satellites...’ you think to yourself as you open your eyes, and you can’t help but let out a small chuckle.

You feel your phone vibrate and notice you got a text message.

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it.

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! Text me when you get home safe!”

You smile as you read the message, but then feel a sudden chill down your spine.

‘Weird...’

You put your phone down and suddenly start hearing faint footsteps behind you.

‘Alright, that’s fine... it’s just someone walking home as well’ you try to assure yourself but can’t help but still feel anxious.

After a few minutes, you still hear the foot steps behind you, slowly getting closer. That, somehow, making you feel more anxious.

‘I’m just overthinking this right?’

You try to increase your pace, to check if they really were following you. Even if they weren’t, you hope to try and lose them all together. It didn’t help that the way to your apartment would be to keep walking straight, and the alleys around the buildings on the way were blocked off at the ends, not making it any safer for you to try and find a way around.

But then you hear the person behind you increase their pace as well.

‘Fuck’ you think, feeling scared and panicked, ‘they're definitely following me, aren’t they?’

You panic as you think of what to do next, then decide to take out your phone and call someone.

‘Who the fuck do I call? Hina? The police? I-’

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear someone yell something from the sidewalk on the other side of the street you were walking on.

Your head snaps to where the voice came from and you notice a guy running up to you, “Babe?”

You try to back away before the boy reaches you, but, “I’ve been waiting for you, what took you so long?” he asks, pulling you in for a hug.

“I don’t know yo-!”

“Someone’s following you” he whispers in your ear before letting you complete your sentence.

Your heart stops when you hear him say that and you begin to feel your eyes tear up.

He pulls away, looking at you, and you suddenly notice you stopped hearing the footsteps coming from behind you.

You look back and see a man standing in the middle of the street, your eyes widen when you notice his long white hair.

‘That’s the fucking creepy old guy from the pub, I knew he seemed off!’

“My name is Suna. I was just in that supermarket over there, on the other side of the street, when I noticed him following you” he tells you quietly, as he subtly points at a store behind him. You look over his shoulder and notice a small, old looking supermarket, with an ‘Open 24/7′ neon light flickering over it. “Do you want me to walk you back home?” the boy asks you, and your eyes snap back to him.

You’re then able to see him much clearer, his pale, yellow eyes looking into yours. He had a blank expression on his face but you could hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You feel a tear roll down your cheek and you hesitantly nod at him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I'm here” you hear him say as he puts an arm around you, pulling you closer, and walks with you in the direction you were originally going in.

After a few moments, you hear the footsteps behind you, again, but this time they started to sound more distant, as if the creepy, old guy was walking away.

Your heart starts calming down a bit as you both walk silently for a few minutes.

You then feel the boy remove his arm from around you and you slightly stumble.

‘Was he supporting me this whole time..?’ you think to yourself as you try to steady yourself back on your own feet.

He turns around, “I’m sure he’s gone by now” he tells you, looking back at you.

You turn around to check as well, and feel yourself finally be able to breathe again when you don’t see anyone behind you. You look back at the boy and nod.

“You live around here?” he asks you and you finally notice where you were.  

Realizing you were only about a block away from your house, you stop.

“What?” the boy asks as he turns around to face you, when he realizes you weren't walking next to him anymore.

“This is me” you answer quickly, pointing to a random building you were standing in front of.

He was nice enough to help you back there, so, it's not that you weren’t thankful, but you were still feeling a bit anxious, and you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Oh,” the boy says, looking up at the building you pointed to, then looks back to you, “I'll watch you go in” he continues, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, uhm, okay..” you nervously say, turning to the building.

‘Shit... I hope the entrance door isn’t locked...’

You reach for the door and push it.

‘Oh, thank god...’ you sigh, relieved.

You quickly turn back to look at him again, and notice his eyes following you.

“Thank you”

He just nods at you, a blank expression still on his face.

You get inside the building and the door closes behind you. You weren’t sure if he was looking so you make your way to the elevators. You pretend you pressed a button, hoping he stopped looking at you through the glass door at that point.

You look behind you and notice he wasn’t there anymore, so you run slowly towards the door and see him walking away.

You place a hand on your heart, and sigh again. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths.

‘Why does it feel like it’s been a really long night...?’

You decide to wait for a few minutes, making sure he wouldn’t still be around the area when you try to run to where you actually lived. It was probably a couple of buildings away so, if you make a quick run for it, you think, you would definitely make it.

You open the glass door slowly and take a quick peak around the street.

‘Nobody’s here...’

You take a quick breath before you make a run for it.

As you thought, it easily took you a minute or two to get to your building. You quickly push the entrance door and run to elevators.  

As soon as it arrives, you get in and press the floor you lived on.

A few moments pass before the elevator doors open and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as you’re welcomed with your usual empty, but now comforting hallway.

You step out and head for your apartment when you notice someone standing at the door opposite yours at the end of that hallway, trying to unlock it.

‘Oh, it’s probably the new tenant...’ you think as you walk to your door.

It was pretty silent so you decide to at least welcome them, hoping it would make the awkward silence less... awkward.

“Hey,” you say turning to face them when you get to your door, “You’re the new tenant, righ-” but you quickly stop and your eyes widen when the person turns around to face you.

‘Wait, isn’t he the guy that just walked me back ‘home’??’

He still carried a blank expression on his face, but you notice his eyes slightly widen when he notices who you were as well.

‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... What do I say?’ you panic as you both stand there, looking at each other.

“Oh, you live here?” he breaks the silence, sounding pretty calm.

“Oh, yeah,” you say turning around and quickly unlock your door and go in, “Goodnight!” you yell, panicked. 

You accidentally make eye contact with him one last time before you swiftly close the front door, leaving him there, looking blankly at your apartment door instead.

‘He’s my new neighbor??’

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Summer Games - three

Blaise Zabini x reader

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warnings: no pronouns used for the reader, 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this part and coming up with all the stupid things! I really hope you like it :)

written for @omgrachwrites​​​ writing challenge with the prompts: ‘I can’t have this argument with you again.’ ‘But—’ ‘No, I’m done.’ and ‘Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought  I should move it so I could see you better.’

word count: 3.9k

The next morning Blaise awoke before Draco and rather than waking his friend too, Blaise got dressed in silence and slipped out of the room. He walked down to the kitchen, where he found you sitting at the table with a mug in your hands, reading the morning papers.

‘Might rain this afternoon,’ you said without looking up.

Blaise hummed something as he sat down opposite of you and poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked up and studied your face as you read the newspaper. Your eyes scanned the pages quickly, picking out the things worth reading. Blaise watched you for a few minutes until you had finished and looked up at him.

‘What you’re doing?’ he asked when you kept looking at him.

‘Looking at you,’ you smiled.

Blaise chuckled nervously. ‘I noticed that, yeah. But why?’

‘I’m probably not gonna see you all day,’ you shrugged. ‘Don’t wanna forget that pretty face of yours.’

Blaise straightened his back and blinked. ‘Don’t wanna—’

‘Good morning, lovelies!’ Pansy interrupted as she threw open the door of the kitchen and strode in.

Blaise was still turned to you and watched as you hugged Pansy shortly before she sat down next to you. She poured herself some coffee and looked at Blaise.

‘Blaise, stop staring, that’s rude,’ Pansy said and she waved her hand in front of Blaise’s face.

He quickly looked away from you and shot Pansy a nasty look before he turned to his coffee.

‘Pansy don’t bug him,’ you scolded and shot Blaise a kind smile. ‘It’s only morning.’

‘Fine, fine,’ Pansy said and she waved your words away with her hand. ‘I won’t bug him until later this day.’ She took a sip from her coffee and pulled a face before quickly scooping two spoons of sugar in her cup. ‘Where’s Draco?’

‘Still asleep,’ Blaise muttered. ‘I considered hexing him awake, but I still have to sleep here for two nights and Draco with a grudge is not someone you want to sleep next to.’

‘I am not that bad,’ a grumpy voice at the doorframe said. Draco walked into the room and flopped down on the chair next to Blaise. ‘Coffee, please.’

‘Sure, you’re not that bad,’ you snickered as you poured coffee in Draco’s mug.

While Draco drank his coffee, you told your friends what Game today would be. ‘It’s the last day before the winner gets announced. Yesterday while we were at the lake the other half of the teams played games in the fields. Before we set off today we’ll get the ranking so far, so you know what team to beat.’

‘But what are we doing today?’ Pansy asked.

A big smile spread on your face. ‘It’s the best Game of the whole festival. The organisation has put out a big scavenger hunt. It goes through the whole village and we have to solve riddles and collect things. You’ll get a list with things to collect and usually the team splits up in little groups and each group gets a part of the list.’

‘What sort of things do we have to collect? Because I’m really not interested in breaking my back from carrying a lot,’ Draco said.

‘I don’t know,’ you replied. ‘Usually there’s a theme to the hunt. My grandma helps to put it together and previous years she’d tell me what the theme was but she hasn’t this year.’

‘So we’ll just go around town collecting things? Isn’t that boring?’

Your smile faltered a bit and Blaise kicked Draco under the table. ‘Don’t listen to him, he’s a jerk in the morning. It sounds fun!’

You smiled thankfully at Blaise and after Pansy also reassured you that it sounded great, your smile was back on your face, and it stayed there for the rest of the morning.

/\/\/\

The scavenger hunt had officially started. A little earlier the scores of the teams had been disclosed; the Sly Foxes were on top with only two points difference between them and the Red Titans. Next were the Oiled Machines and at the bottom the Raging Angels. But just by a few points so all could change with the scavenger hunt.

The organisation had handed out the lists with the things to collect and the theme had quickly been clear.

Book of Spells … 7 pts

Iron Cauldron … 15 pts

Vial with Sleeping Potion … 12 pts

Witch Hat … 5 pts

Unnecessarily the woman of the organisation had added that the theme of this year’s hunt was ‘magic’ and both Blaise and Draco had had to refrain their laughter at the stereotypical items they had to collect. There was a whole list on ingredients for potions that no real wizard would ever think of using, such as goat milk and rabbit turds. Apparently Muggles still thought of witches as old, weary women in little shacks in the woods.

Blaise and Draco had been teamed up with three other Foxes. Neither of them knew any of the three, but after his little spat with Alysia two days ago, Blaise was more than happy that he wasn’t in her team.

The oldest of their team was Ivanna, a woman of thirty-four with a pale face and sleek brown hair. Despite the heat she was wearing long trousers and a jacket over her shirt. She’d told the rest of the team that she had a little baby of just two months old, so that if she seemed tired it meant she probably was.

The second of the three was the twenty-three year old student Mica. They had a dark golden skin and black, curly hair that had been cut short and dyed blue in the ends. Under the blue bangs lay two dark eyes that glittered with excitement and competitiveness. Mica was a student in London, but they had come back to the town where they’d grown up for the Summer Games.

The last teammate was the very young Raoul. He was the son of the man Draco and Blaise had met the first day of the festival at the stand with the cherry pastries, Hank. Raoul was just eleven years old, but he brought a childlike enthusiasm with him that made everyone in the team energized.

They were by far the youngest team, as all the other teams had the more aged villagers, so they called themselves the Sly Pups. Quickly they set to work and looked at the items on their list.

‘Does this make any sense to you?’ Ivanna asked as she handed the list to Blaise and Draco.

Errn rq srwlrqv … 7 pts

Eurrpvwlfh … 17 pts

Fordn … 9 pts

Fdqgohv .. 10 pts

‘I don’t get it,’ Draco said to the rest of the team and then he whispered to Blaise: ‘You didn’t take Ancient Runes, did you?’

‘No, I didn’t,’ Blaise answered and he looked at the sheet in his hand. ‘But I doubt these are runes.’

Blaise looked around at the rest of the Sly Foxes but they didn’t seem to have the same problems, as they were already heading off. Then he looked at the other teams on the field and realised that from each team one group would stay bent over their list while the others took off. In one of the remaining teams Blaise recognised you and Pansy.

‘You don’t think it’s a mistake, do you?’ Ivanna asked with frowned eyebrows.

‘No, the other teams have it too,’ Blaise said and he nodded to the three groups left behind around them.

‘Wait, this one we can read!’ Mica said and pointed out the first line on the paper. ‘”To understand the magic you must always think three steps ahead.” What does that mean?’

The whole team silenced as they thought about the possible meaning of the sentence. Raoul looked around on the ground as if he would find the answer literally three steps ahead of him. For minutes it was quiet and Blaise’s annoyance grew.

To make his irritation even worse two of the other teams around them, including your team, had found the solution to the weird texts and were now running off the field. Blaise let out an exasperated sigh and he shook his head.

‘It can’t be this hard,’ Draco said.

‘It’s some sort of secret language, but I don’t understand the three steps,’ Mica admitted and they rubbed their temples with their knuckles.

‘My dad taught me a secret language once,’ Raoul said. ‘So we could write each other without my other dad finding out. We changed each letter with the one next in the alphabet.’

‘Of course!’ Mica exclaimed and they took the paper from Blaise. ‘Does someone have a pen?’

Ivanna gave Mica a pen and they turned Draco around to use his back. ‘What are you doing?’ Draco snapped but Mica ignored him as they started to write the alphabet on the top of the paper.

‘Look, it’s actually really easy,’ they said. ‘Each letter is swapped for a letter three steps ahead in the alphabet! Just like Raoul said!’

‘So that would mean that the e in the first word is actually a…’

‘A b!’ Mica completed Blaise’s sentence. ‘So the first word is… book… on… pot—potions! We have to find a potions book!’

‘I’ve got one of those in my bag,’ Draco muttered, but Blaise kicked him softly on his leg.

‘We have to go the library!’ Raoul said and he ran off.

‘Raoul! Wait a minute! Not so fast!’ Ivanna yelled after him and the group quickly followed the little boy.

/\/\/\

Your team had quickly figured out the solution to the weird text and found a potions book in the library, accompanied by a little paper with the next clue. Now you were sitting on the wall around the garden of the library with your team.

On your right sat Pansy and on your left Quincy. Quincy was your grandparents’ neighbour and you knew him very well so you were glad he was on your team. He was fifty-five and he had studied philosophy at the university in the nearest big city when he was younger. You hoped his intelligence would be applicable in the hunt, and so far it had for he had figured out the secret language.

Opposite of you stood Chantelle, the forty-two year old town’s librarian. Despite her being in her early forties she looked much older. She had a wrinkled face and neck and always stared at you with big eyes from behind her thick glasses. Her appearance was deceiving however, because her mentality was as quick as that of a young adult.

The last in your team was a teenage boy only a year older than you and Pansy. His name was Christopher and you had known him since you were a small child and you went to your grandparents in the summer. He had dark curls framing his olive face that was always painted with a bright smile. This time there was something other in his smile too and it only made sense to you after he told you that his boyfriend was in the other team and he desperately wanted to beat him.

‘y/n too,’ Pansy had said and Christopher had raised his eyebrow.

‘Really?’

‘No! Blaise is not my boyfriend!’ you’d cried to which Pansy had laughed.

‘Who said anything about Blaise? I merely said ‘boyfriend’.’

Now you were all looking at the new paper in your hand. The next item on the list was an eurrpvwlfh; a broomstick. Though finding out what the next item was had been easy, the real problem was finding the place where. The text on the paper you had gotten from the person in the library didn’t exactly help you very much.

Where I am is always a mystery.

Over mountains I fly,

Or I cross above the trees.

Down on the ground I rest,

Still and motionless I stand.

Pansy sighed and she threw her head back, closing her eyes as she thought about the riddle. Next to you, Quincy was staring at the text as if that would make him any wiser. Every once in a while he would hum but he didn’t come with an answer.

‘We’re gonna lose our lead like this,’ Christopher sighed as he looked around the street for other teams.

‘Surely we’re not seeing something,’ Pansy said and she tilted her head to the side, looking at the paper from a different angle. ‘No offense, but the organisation isn’t exactly a group of highly intelligent people, so maybe we have to think easier.’

Christopher chuckled and you faked a scowl at Pansy. ‘That’s my grandmother you’re talking about!’ you cried and Pansy just shrugged. ‘But you’re right. I am sure there is something clear that we’re overlooking.’

Chantelle cleared her throat and pointed at the text. ‘Maybe we should take a literal approach. You know, look at the text rather than the meaning?’

‘Here,’ you said and gave Chantelle the paper, allowing her to put her full focus on it.

Down the street you noticed a group of people approaching the library. Running ahead of the others was a young boy you recognised as Raoul. He had a big smile on his face and was waving the list with things to collect through the air. In the group behind him Blaise and Draco were walking together, followed by Mica and Ivanna. They noticed your team and Blaise and Draco waved.

‘Not to put pressure on you, but I really hope you can figure it out now because if we don’t win from Blaise and Draco I will be hearing that for the rest of my life,’ you sighed and Pansy nodded.

Chantelle looked up from the paper and winked at you. ‘I got it.’

Your team cheered and Blaise’s team, that was just about to enter the library, looked around. Upon seeing your team so happy, their faces turned sad.

‘See you tonight, boys!’ Pansy shouted. ‘Losers have to do the dishes!’

/\/\/\

Blaise and his team stepped out of the woods with the broomstick in their hand. The broom was old and twitchy and Blaise had to stifle a laugh thinking of how different the real broomsticks were in the wizarding world.

Again it had been Mica who had guessed the answer of the riddle. Blaise wondered where the team would be if they hadn’t been here. Probably still working on the first puzzle. But Mica had figured out that the first letters of the sentences in the little poem formed the word woods, the place where they had found the broomstick.

Now they only had the next word, fordn, meaning cloak, and a silver pin. It was not much to go on but Ivanna had recognised the pin straight away.

‘It comes from Mrs. Heath’s studio!’ she exclaimed and looked at the little pin in her fingers. ‘It’s what she uses for her dresses!’

Unfortunately Mrs. Heath’s studio lay on the other side of the village and it would take at least forty minutes before they’d get there.

‘Forty minutes?!’ Draco cried and when the team set off he turned to Blaise. ‘Stupid Muggles, why can’t we just apparate?’

‘Oh shut it, Malfoy,’ Blaise said. ‘It’s fun!’

‘I’m gonna curse y/n for making us do this…’

Grudging Draco followed the rest of his team and though Blaise would never say it to his friend, he had to admit that his feet were beginning to hurt.

The Sly Pups passed little houses with colourful front yards, full of flowers and bushes. The main street was silent and all the shops were closed, as most of the inhabitants were participating in the Games and there was no need for the stores to be open. They ran into a few other teams, but none of those had the same list as they had.

After forty-five minutes they arrived at the old house of Mrs. Heath. In the garden there was a little path, past pink flowerbeds and a small pond with fish. Halfway in the garden the path split in two. One side led to the bright yellow front door, the other led to a wooden door with a sign on it that said the Heath atelier.

Ivanna stepped through the garden and knocked on the yellow door. A minute it was silent and then an old lady opened the door. She was wearing an orange with blue flowers dress that reached to the ground and her grey hair hung in a braid over her shoulder. Her lips spread into a smile when she saw the five people at her door.

‘You’re the first ones!’ Mrs. Heath smiled and she stepped out of the door. ‘Come, come, follow me!’

Blaise sent Draco a questioning look as they followed Mrs. Heath to her studio. Your team had been far ahead of Pups, having figured out where to find the broomstick before Blaise’s team even had the riddle. In the forest there had been two brooms already collected, but apparently the Sly Pups were the only ones who had found where the silver pin came from.

Inside the Heath atelier stood four mannequins with colourful robes. Each had a different colour and pattern. There was a dark blue one with yellow stars, a green one covered with red flowers and one coloured yellow with orange and red flames. Blaise snickered at the cloaks; the only one he had even seen wearing such colours was Dumbledore and he couldn’t exactly be called a normal wizard.

‘You take this one,’ Mrs. Heath said and she pulled a bright pink cloak with yellow and green crescents embroidered in it from a mannequin. ‘And also—’ she opened a drawer and pulled out a thin object in the shape of a circle ‘—this one. Good luck!’

Ivanna took the object and the cloak and ushered the team outside. In the garden she handed over the cloak to Draco, who took it with a frown, and looked at what Mrs. Heath had given her.

‘It’s a coaster,’ Mica said, raising one eyebrow. ‘Why would she give us a coaster?’

Before anyone of the team could guess, however, another group arrived at the house. You and Pansy were walking ahead, both with tired and sweaty faces, and the rest of your team seemed just as exhausted.

Blaise waved at you and you gave him a weak smile back as you walked with your team inside.

‘Does anyone recognise this?’ Mica asked and they looked around the team.

Everyone shook their head and they sighed as one. Ivanna brought the coaster closer to her face and examined it. She dropped her shoulders and shook her head again. ‘I don’t know what it is.’

‘It probably has something to do with the next item,’ Mica said and they pulled out the list. ‘Candles. Is there a place here that sells candles or anything?’

‘But what has that got to do with the coaster?’ Blaise asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Mica admitted.

Your team came out of the studio with the green cloak and Pansy had a coaster in her hand. You huddled a little away from Blaise and your team formed a protective circle around the object in Pansy’s hand.

Blaise was standing with his back to your team, but he could hear the whispers. While his team tried to think of a solution for the weird puzzle, Blaise tried to listen to what your teammates had to say. And it seemed like your team had sorted it out as quickly as Ivanna had sorted out the solution of the pin.

‘I know where this is from,’ Quincy said. ‘At Mikey’s they use these coasters.’

‘And that would make sense, because in a restaurant they surely have candles!’ Chantelle added and the rest of your team mumbled approvingly.

Blaise looked around and saw your team leaving the garden and heading for the main street. You caught his stare and smiled enthusiastic at Blaise, making him weak in the knees with the innocent laugh on your face. Butterflies were fluttering through his stomach and he felt bad for eavesdropping on your team.

‘Blaise?’

‘Yeah?’ Blaise tore his gaze from you and turned to his team, finding them all looking at him.

Mica laughed and shook their head. ‘Ivanna said that she knows someone who makes candles,’ they said. ‘I know we haven’t got much time left, but it’s worth a try.’

The scavenger hunt would only last till four, then everyone had to return to the fields, whether they had found all the objects or not. Now there were only thirty minutes left, so they had to hurry.

Blaise looked at his team and thought of what he had heard a minute earlier. If they went to the candle-maker they would never get to the restaurant in time, and that would mean that they’d lose from your team. However, when Blaise thought of you and how happy you’d be when winning, he just couldn’t tell.

‘Sure,’ he said. ‘Sounds great.’

/\/\/\

You were lying in bed, staring at the shapes the lamp cast on the ceiling. Pansy was hopping around in the room, trying to find the pyjamas that she had thrown off this morning. Her footsteps were heavy sounds on the wooden floor.

There was a faint smile on your face. This afternoon your team had been the only one to return with all four of the items on the list. Though that didn’t guarantee that the Red Titans had won the entire scavenger hunt, it did mean that you and Pansy’s team had won from Blaise and Draco’s.

However, there was one more thing that added to your smile.

‘He knew,’ you said and sat up against the headboard of the bed.

‘Who knew what?’ Pansy asked as she was bent over in the closet.

‘Blaise knew where to find the candles.’

Pansy looked up at you. ‘What do you mean? His team didn’t find them.’

‘No, his team didn’t know,’ you said while Pansy took off her shirt and trousers. ‘But he did.’

Pansy neatly folded her clothes and placed them on a shelf in the closet. Then she closed the door and looked around the room. ‘Where the hell are my clothes?’ she mumbled before she looked back at you. ‘How do you know?’

‘He overheard Quincy telling where the coaster came from,’ you said and you lifted the pillow on the bed and revealed Pansy’s pyjamas. ‘He looked at me before we walked away. I could see it in his face.’

Pansy had sat down on the bed and pulled the shirt over her head. ‘So if he knew, why didn’t he tell his team?’ she asked and then a wicked smile spread on her face. ‘He let you win.’

‘He let us win, Pansy,’ you corrected, but even you couldn’t suppress a smile. ‘But yeah.’

‘So that’s why you’ve been smiling so much all evening!’ Pansy exclaimed loudly and you shushed her.

‘Shh! He’s still in the room next to us!’

Pansy rolled her eyes and crawled under the covers next to you. ‘Will you now believe he’s totally into you?’

You turned off the light on the nightstand and lay down, pulling the duvet up to your chin. You stared at the dark ceiling for a moment, thinking back of today. With a smile you took Pansy’s hand and gave it a little squeeze.

‘Perhaps.’

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[your-eternal-muse]

Only If You Knew

Heather Series Part Two

Part One

Summery: A Few months have passed, and reader is struggling with letting go of the fact that Spencer never really was hers.

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: Mild Swearing, angst, but other than that, nothing much

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Heather, Spencer Reid x Eventual Female!Reader

A/N: Hi. So I know I said I would post part three to use me before I would post this part, but I have absolutely no self control and so here I am. I was up until 4:30 yesterday morning writing because I couldn't get it out of my head. Also, for right now, because I'm posting this on Mobile, it won't have a keep reading link, but when I get home from work, I will put one in to make everyone's life easier. How the fuck do you put a keep reading link on mobile? Anyway, this is un-beta'd so, sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

I wished falling out of love was as easy as falling into it. I wish I could just wake up one morning and not think about what might be going on across the city, inside his apartment in the early morning light, while he lays next to her.

    It’s been almost 8 months since Heather walked into my life and promptly took away the only thing I had ever really hoped for.

    I guess I can’t really blame her for the way that I’m feeling. 

    I was the one who waited too long to share her secret.

    It may be 8 months for me, but for heather, it’s been sixteen. 

    She had him wrapped around her pretty polished finger for 8 months, and I didn’t even notice.

    In retrospect it was quite obvious.

    The way he would smile down at his phone, how he would duck out of celebrations of a job well done, even the amount of coffee he drank diminished as she made him coffee at home.

    I don’t know how I didn’t realize, that he was never really mine.

    But I can’t let him know that. 

    I can’t let anyone know that.

    The only person who will ever know of my unrequited love of Spencer Reid, will be the devil on my shoulder, and I plan on him dying with me when the time comes.

    I’m Spencer's friend first and foremost. His best friend.

    That’s the reason I’m sitting across from him in a booth at a restaurant for our weekly lunch, listening to him gush about her for the thousandth time. 

    And all I can do is smile and nod, pretending to be utterly fascinated by the stories of her teachings, or how she makes domestic life seem so much better than what he thought.

    But that damn devil on my shoulder is making it a lot harder to fake being happy for my friend. 

    Because instead of looking interested, like I’m supposed to be, a dopey grin is smeared across my face, and I’m looking at Spencer like he’s the entire universe wrapped up into a perfect little specimen.

    The devil is making me notice the way his hands move so effortlessly, how the words slip off his tongue and between his lips.

    How his eyes never quite land on one certain thing before moving onto another object.

    That is, until his eyes meet mine.

    “Sorry, I’m rambling again aren’t I?” A blush covers his face, one that doesn’t ever really leave anymore.

    I blink, and sit back in my seat, trying not to make it obvious how insanely in my own head I was. 

    “I will never, ever, get tired of your rambling, Spence.” I take a sip of my sweet tea, to try and coat my throat which has now gone dry. “I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I’m like, 98% sure that I’ve learned more from you in the past 7 years, than I learned from every teacher I had in the 16 years of schooling I went through.”

    “I need to work on that 2%.”

    He smiles, pushing some of his hair out of his face. It’s getting long again, and I can’t really say I mind it.

    “Heather thinks I should become a professor.” 

    I substitute biting my tongue for a fry, and think of what to say while I chew and swallow.

    “You’d be the most interesting professor those students will have ever met. Not to mention you’d probably get more women interested in the field.”

    The words slipped out before I realized I had even said them, but it was too late. 

    He had heard.

    “What do you mean?” he looks genuinely confused at the statement, like he doesn’t realize how fucking attractive he is.

    Best friends hype each other up, right? So it’s not weird for me to tell him he’s one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen?

    “Are you kidding me Spence?” I lean forward, onto my elbows which are resting on the table in front of me. “Hun, you’re a piece of eye candy. Morgan doesn’t call you ‘pretty boy’ for nothing.”

    I steal a fry from his plate, since mine are all gone, and I need something in my mouth so I don’t talk myself into my own grave.

    “I guess I never really thought about it like that.” He runs his hands through his hair and leans back against the booth. “I haven’t really had the best luck with women, and them finding me attractive.”

    Well, those women are either stupid, or blind, because honey, excuse my language, you are a FINE piece of ass.

    But out of the woodworks, as if she had been listening to our conversation, his phone lights up with a picture of her, and a heart by her name.

    His mood instantly changes, as if her calling reminded him that it didn’t matter if no one else thought he was attractive, as long as she did.

    He slides his finger across the screen and holds it up to his ear. He’s quiet when he speaks.

    “Hi baby.”

    My stomach does somersaults as I make myself busy, stacking our now empty plates at the end of the table, and wiping salt from the top into my palm.

    I force myself to not hear his end of the conversation, the way he pauses and smiles as he listens to what she has to say, like she's the most interesting person in the world.

    The call ends right after the bill comes back, and I take my card out, placing it back into my purse.

    “I told you I would pay this time.” He’s embarrassed, clearly not wanting the call to have lasted how long it did. 

    I brush it off, shoving the annoyance back down my throat. “You can pay next week, loverboy.”

    He nods, sliding out of his booth, as I follow suit. 

    We exit the restaurant, and prepare to leave our separate ways, leaving me to go back to a lonely apartment, where reruns of The Nanny don’t even make me laugh.

    We never leave without a hug, though.

    Oh how I love his hugs. 

    How he wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into my shoulder and the crook of my neck, while I hold my arms around his shoulders, and just hold him. 

    It’s a hug purely reserved for Derek, JJ, Emily, Hotch, Penelope, and me.

    It’s what I call a home hug. 

    A hug that feels like home. 

    And it always reminds me that while I may not have him how I want him, I still have him. And that’s not something that's ever going to change.

    It helps that I know he doesn’t hug Heather this way, at least not out in public. 

    It makes me feel like I have something to hold over her.

    Does he hug you like you’re the only person who matters in that moment?

    That fucking devil usually pops up than, and whispers to me no, but he probably kisses her like she is.

    When we break, I almost forget that he’s going back to her apartment, and not his own.

    We leave with promises of seeing each other at work, and we walk opposite directions down the street. 

    I stop for a moment, turn back, and just watch him walk.

    Walk away from me.

    And towards her.

    Lucky bitch.

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[leopardmask-ao3]

Day 3: Ghosts (Grim Circumstances)

Day 3 of the NHH Fictober Challenge. Ren's emergency-grade cybernetics have had the potential to result in grave mistakes... Characters: Ren, Grimdog, Doc, with minor appearances from Iskall and Xisuma Words: 831

Ren pushed himself groggily out of bed. He thought he had slept well, but he wasn't feeling great this morning... he turned around to fix the covers.

He was still in the bed.

Ren jumped back in shock. He stared, looked away, looked again. He looked down at himself. Even more startlingly, he was looking at two normal, biological hands... and also through them.

A moving shadow in the corner of his vision caught his attention. Ren turned - and startled backward again. Once again, he saw someone like himself... but this figure was watching him, from under dark robes.

"Grimdog," Ren greeted shakily. "Why- how are you here? I thought I left you behind-"

"Two worlds ago?" Grimdog finished. "Or one? You weren't expecting me on HC-7 either, remember."

Ren looked back at himself, just as Doc walked in to wake him. Ren watched, then looked away again. He couldn't bear to see the look of horrified realization on Doc's face. "I'm... dead, aren't I? And you're doing your reaper thing and taking me away."

"Quite the opposite, actually," Grimdog corrected. "I'm here to keep the Universe from reclaiming you just yet. To give your friends a chance to fix the cybernetics that so catastrophically failed, and revive you again."

"How will they know I'm still here?" Ren felt like he was looking through a window at the scene - watching it happen, but unable to do anything about it.

"That is a task for you alone."

"You didn't think that far ahead, did you?"

Grimdog had no response for that.

"Fine," Ren mused. "What can I do... as a ghost?"

He walked over to Doc first, putting a tentative hand on his right shoulder. At Ren's touch, Doc's bionic arm twitched. Doc frowned and flexed his fingers. "Not now," he muttered. "I need you working so I can fix up Ren."

"Oops, sorry!" Ren stepped backward. "Gotta be in good shape to get me back!"

-----

Within minutes, Doc was joined by Iskall and Xisuma. Doc was already getting to work when the others got there, trying to figure out what went wrong. Iskall was as worried and saddened as Doc; Xisuma was mostly confused.

"See, the thing is," Xisuma had mentioned at one point, "he's still showing as active in my logs. Which should mean he's alive. But his status as such isn't showing up basically at all..."

"It's because I'm here!" Ren called excitedly. "Come on, dudes, come on!"

"I shouldn't have let him keep these janky prosthetics any longer than necessary," Doc lamented. "They were made from spare RV junk, for gods' sake. The redstone pacemaker must have failed, and glitched so it didn't respawn him..." He sat back. "I don't know, Sizuma. We've been working for a while. It... might be too late."

"No, no, don't say that!" Ren cried. "I got rescued, I'm not gone yet!!"

He had to make them hear him. Frantically, he looked around the tiny room. What can ghosts even do??

Haunt things. Haunt- oh. Without giving himself time to think about it, Ren jumped at Iskall.

Iskall slumped briefly, then straightened up as Ren took control. Doc looked at him curiously. "What's up?"

Ren blinked a few times, getting himself accustomed to seeing through Iskall's eyes. It was a unique experience, not made better by the fact that his presence kept glitching Iskall's eyepiece. He resisted the urge to put a hand up to it. "Um... nothing," he hedged. "Just... we can't give up on Ren. I know it seems weird and kind of hopeless, but I, uh, just have a feeling that there's still a chance."

Doc stared at him for a long moment. "...Okay. Let's keep going. We'll see, eh?"

Ren nodded, then backed out of Iskall's body. This time, Iskall flinched, then looked at Doc in confusion. "What just happened? Did I black out for a second?"

Doc's eye widened. He looked around the room.

"Come on, Doc," Ren urged, crossing his fingers. "You're a genius, Doc, figure it out..."

Doc turned back to Ren's body, but spoke to open air. "Don't worry, buddy. We'll get you taken care of."

-----

Ren paced. Xisuma monitored. Iskall and Doc tinkered and repaired and upgraded.

Suddenly, Ren was being pulled away from his position in the corner of the room. He caught a brief glimpse of Grimdog standing up in hopeful surprise, then his vision momentarily went dark.

He opened his eyes with a groan. Doc jumped back, then leaned forward again. "Ren! You- We-"

Ren let out a relieved laugh, sat halfway up, and pulled Doc into a tight hug. "Thank you, Doc," he murmured. "Thank you for believing."

Doc returned the hug gladly. "How did you do it, man? It's been like two days! We did our best, but this-"

Ren smiled, scanning the shadowed corners of the room for a hint of a humanoid shape still watching. "Let's just say I had help from a special friend of mine."