#to brushing teeth and getting ready to go "night night

[pocketsizedq]

Sh! I’m talking to the baby

Summary:Jamie being the best husband

Warnings: very fluffy.

Request:Yes

Word Count:1040

As it slowly started to become dusk in the southwest region of the US there were two young married lovers who were beginning to get ready for bed in their cozy countryside California home.

Jamie and you started your guys night off with a comforting shared shower as He had begun to worry that you would silp in the shower. He carefully helped you out of the shower by holding your hand so gently like you would break if he squeezed too hard.

He walks over to the towel warmer that you guys kept in the bathroom. As Jamie started to pull out one of the cream colored egyptian cotton bath sheets which was longer than your normal towel.

The Toronto boy made his way over to your shivering frame wrapping the freshly warm bath sheet around you delicately as he has became more soothing mellow since finding out you were pregnant.

You held the towel close to your naked body making sure it didn't fall while he went into the closet you both share still bare butt which you were looking at the small freckles that covered your husband's back.

Jamie grabs one of his plain black shirts for you with a pair of your underwear then goes over to his drawers grabbing out a plain pair of boxers for himself.

He puts the boxer on before making his way back to the bathroom where you stood.

"lets get you dressed mama" Jamie spoke to you in a more gentle voice then what he usually does.

Jamie had started calling you mama after finding out you were pregnant as it just rolled off his tongue. He had always thought you would be such a cute mama and was glad you were going to be the mother to his little one.

Jamie made his way over to you gently removing the large towel from around you taking into his grasp to start gently dry off your hair knowing if you went to bed with hair that you would get sick.

He put the towel on the marble counter after drying your hair off a bit so it wouldn't be soaking wet and spoke up again saying "lift your arms up for me mama"

you lift your arms up so Jamie could silp his slightly oversized shirt over your head letting it fall onto your six month belly then He helps you slip your underwear on using his shoulders for support.

Once, Jamie gets done getting your clothes on you. He then makes you sit down at your vanity that was in the bathroom starting to carefully brush out your hair then grabbing hair tie from the vanity so He could put your h/c into a braid so it would not be in your way.

As he did so, Jamie would whisper small little praise in your ear about how pretty you look carrying his baby and how strong you are as He read in one of his books that sometimes pregnancy can makes you feel self conscious so when ever he is around you even if your doing the little thing he would kiss your forehead and tell you how amazing you are.

While you started to do your skincare at the skin he came up behind you gently lifting your heavy swollen belly to give you some relief from the pressure.

Jamie and you both started to brush your guys teeth at the sink giving each other goofy expressions making each other laugh enjoying it just being you two.

The blue eye boy was overjoyed at the thought of becoming a dad to a little baby girl which made him even more happy knowing that there will be a little you running around your guys home.

After you both got done brushing your teeth you guys made your way over to the king sized bed that was calling both of your guys names to lay in it.

Jamie unmake the bed while you watched him do it taking off the millions of throw pillows that you put on the bed which he has complain to which you replied with the its the style now card.

You pull the covers back taking a sip from your plain green stanley which had freshly been filled with water knowing who filled it up as Jamie was always making sure you were hydrated quoting something that trevor had said to him.

Jamie got into the bed helping you get comfortable once you laid down making sure you weren't in any discomfort as you snuggled into the somewhat beige silk sheets.

As you got more comfortable, Jamie made his way down to where your swollen bump gently kissing it when he started doing something he read in one of the baby books he got.

Jamie read all the benefits of talking to the baby when it is still in the womb so tonight he was going to give it a try. you watched as he placed a gentle kiss on your bump wondering what on earth he has read now.

"Hi there baby girl it's daddy i can't wait to meet you in a few more months. Mama has said that you have been jumping around in her belly. you better be nice to your mommy as she and I love you so very much and she is keeping you safe until you are ready to come into the world. I can't wait to teach you how to play hockey" He spoke to your stomach while gently rubbing your bump.

The emotions started to get to you as you knew he was going to be an amazing dad to your guys babygirl. Jamie looks up at you in worry noticing the tears fill your eyes.

He gently wipes your eyes with his thumb. Jamie's big beautiful icy eyes were filled with so much love when he looked at you that your heart filled with so much love looking at the man you fell in love with when you were 19 now he was going to be an amazing dad to the baby you both made in love.

"I love you so much mama and our little princess. Thank you for making me a dad."

[familyvideostevie]

emma, loml, here's a quote from happy place emily henry that i think could be a great blurb... "In every universe, it's you for me. Even if it's not me for you." w steve or eddie? whoever ur heart desires <333

happy place ripped out my soul. i went kind of angsty with this one but it works out!!! this is fighting about the future with steve <3

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You don't know how you got here. Tonight started as just another night in your sweet apartment with your sweet boyfriend, Steve. Takeout, movie, and cuddling, like you do every weekend. But somehow it's devolved into you both on opposite sides of the couch on the verge of tears.

All because Steve said he wants to get married.

"So you're saying no?" he sneers. His tone is mean but his expression is hurt.

"Are you proposing?" you shoot back. Your arms are tightly crossed, fingers twisted in the sleeves of his high school swim team sweatshirt that you love wearing.

"I--." He runs a hand through his hair and looks utterly defeated. "No," he admits. "I just wanted you to know that I'm ready whenever. To get married."

"But I'm not, Steve!" you say, too loud. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You never thought talking about marriage would be a fight. "I'm not and I feel like you want me to be."

"Woah," he says. "Woah, woah, woah. I don't think I said that. Did I say that?"

You turn away from him and chew on the inside of your cheek. "No, but now I'm worried that you'll be thinking it."

"That's not the same thing," he chides. "C'mon, that's not fair."

"No, you're right," you admit. "But I don't feel like you're hearing me when I say I don't want to get married this young. And you saying so makes me feel like you think what we are doing right now isn't enough."

Steve opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish. "What we are doing right now?" he says, softly. He scoots forward on the couch little by little until his knee touches your ankle. "You mean you being the first and last thing I get to see every day? Coming home and knowing that you're coming home to the same place? Kissing you and brushing my teeth with you and living with you?"

The fight sags out of you once you realize it's out of him, too. It seems that you've been talking around each other but you both want the same thing.

You reach for one of his hands and he twines your fingers together. "I don't want to get married yet, Steve. For a while."

He nods. "Okay," he says. "All I meant by it is that I want to marry you someday. Because you're it for me, you know? And if you don't want to get married ever, that's still true. If you want to break up someday, that's still true."

"No one said anything about breaking up," you grumble. He laughs and it sounds relieved.

"No, we sure as hell did not." He squeezes your hand. "Can I have a hug now? I think I'm going to whither and die from lack of attention."

You roll your eyes but surge forward to wrap your arms around him and he flops back on the couch dramatically. "Crisis averted?" he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah, Steve," you whisper back. "Crisis averted."

join the celebration!

[casparscunttt16]

"Can I kiss you?"

Summary: This is a part 2 to "I hate you", "yeah well I hate you more". In which Colby takes reader on the date!

Part 1 | Colby Brock | Imagine.

The morning after I woke up sore, partially from Colby but mainly due to the heels I wore last night and dancing too. I sat up from my bed as a yawn fell from my lips, I smiled softly as I remembered the events that took place the previous night. I got out of bed and stumbled towards my bathroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth and did my skincare before then going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Morning Tar" A groggy mumble leaves my lips, and she turns towards me with a smile. "Morning babes hope Colby didn't leave you too sore?" she jokes, then bursts out into laughter. "I hope you're aware of how much I don't like you?" I mumble monotoned as she continues laughing a small smile paints my face. "He left you really sore huh? That's why you're walking kind of funny?" she giggles.

I roll my eyes at the girl suddenly there's a knock at Tara and I's apartment door. "Is that Jake?" I asked opening the fridge and taking out milk and grabbing a bowl and cereal, before then turning to face her. "No that should be Kat, Jake wouldn't even be awake at this hour, him and his need for 'beauty' sleep" she quotes beauty, causing laughter to erupt from the both of us.

She gets up from the kitchen island and goes to open the door for Kat. Kat walks in, drops her bag, and takes a seat at the kitchen island. "Hi guys, good morning" she greets with a big smile. "Hi Kat' I return the smile and sit next to her with my cereal. "So how did it happen?" she asks looking over at me eagerly. "Exactly, you have lots of explaining to do missy." Tara and Kat are now both staring at me as I blankly stared back.

"I don't even know myself" that same small smile from earlier reappeared on my lips. "I was dancing with some guy and then next thing I know Colby is dragging me away from the guy, then we're kissing, it happened and we talked, he asked me on a date this Friday" as I spoke gasps from the both of them got louder with each word I spoke. "And you're going right?" Tara asks with her head slightly tilted. "You said, yes, right?" Kat asks with an eyebrow raised. I looked from my bowl meeting their eyes.

"Well um, I didn't say yes or no."

Later that week, Friday.

Friday rolled around faster than expected, Colby texted me to confirm if we were still on for tonight. I agreed and was a bit nervous.. a bit was an understatement, I was quite literally shaking.

It's 5:06, I have two hours to get ready. Tara and Kat immediately started helping me get ready. I showered, shaved, Kat did my hair, skincare and Tara helped find a simple but sexy dress to wear. I sat at my vanity putting on my lipgloss, as I was now ready 6:58. Colby would be here any minute. I heard a knock at the door and panic rushed through my bones, I got up and walked towards the door. I opened the door to see Colby standing there in a black dress shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, and dress pants. I looked him up and down and smiled.

It took me a few seconds to realize he had red roses in his hand, my smile grew as he handed them to me. "You look gorgeous" He complimented looking me up and down. "Aww thank you, you don't look bad yourself" we make eye contact as a light blush paints his cheeks. "Don't have her out too late Colby" Kat lectures from behind me, I smile and turn around to see her and Tara cuddled up on the couch. "Yes Katrina" Colby smiles. "Are you ready to go?" he looks back to me and extends his hand for me to take. I nod and take his hand into mine.

He walks me to his car and he open the door for me, then we head to the restaurant. The car ride there was great. Lots of conversation, jokes, and genuine laughter. Genuine laughter I haven't had in awhile. "I honestly didn't expect you to agree to this date with me, I'm glad you let me take you out" he smiles as we finally pull up to the restaurant. "Why wouldn't I?" I ask absentmindedly, as he pulls into the parking lot and parks the car. He gets out and opens my door for me, instinctively our fingers are intertwined together. "Well because we hated each other up until last week, so I guess I'd say I have my reasons".

We go into the restaurant and our seats are out on the balcony by the ocean, the sun is just starting to set. The beautiful hue of orange, yellow and red paint the sky. I look up at the sky. "You seriously look gorgeous" Colby smiles as he stares into my eyes. "Thank you, you look handsome". The rest of the date was amazing, we ate, talked about life, and so much more. He paid and we were about to leave.

"Do you wanna take a walk on the beach?" he asks seemingly impulsively, I nodded and took my heels off. "Yeah, actually I'd love to" I reach for his hand and smile, he eagerly pulls me towards the beach and I let him. "Good because there's something I want to ask you". My face contorted into a look of confusion. We walked down the coastline of the beach, hand in hand, he was holding my heels in his right hand. "What did you want to ask me? You're not gonna kill me out here are you?" I joke and he smiles and laughs. "Mmm sadly no" he replies making my jaw drop. "Can I take you on another date?" he hums looking down at me. "I'd love that".

He took me home shortly after that, the car ride back was quiet but it was a comfortable quiet. I hummed to the music playing quietly as he drove me home. We got back to my apartment and he walked me up to my door. "I had a great time with you tonight" I looked up into his eyes, Colby pulled me closer to him and all I could think of is his hands on my waist. He leaned down closing the distance between us.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. "Please" I reply, getting on my tippy toes. He smiles and presses his lips against mine.

A/n: IT'S AN HOUR LATE, SORRY GUYS! I FORGOT TO POST IT.

[patdkoala]

Part Two: New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x female reader

warnings: Smut, nickname use (baby, honey I love Harry Styles), riding, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, bottom!Sam

Sam and I visit each other all the time now that we are close to each other.

There was even talk of taking down the one main wall that connects our two apartments. That way we would have just one big apartment.

Sam used his big-time Hollywood pretty boy actor face to convince our landlady into letting me do what I want.

She still hasn't had the time or money to fix the building's washer and dryer.

I was carrying my large bag of laundry down the stairs into the creepy cellar room that holds the washer and dryer captive.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said to Sam as I walked in and saw him standing in the room at one of the tables folding what looks like dress pants.

"Why do you say that?" He asked as he smiled his cheesy grin at me,

"Because I just assumed that Sam Claflin the pretty boy actor has someone else to do his laundry for him."

"I prefer to do my own laundry so that I know where everything is," He said as I looked over and saw his pile of clothes all in perfect stacks corresponding to what each clothing item was.

One pile for shirts, one for pants, one for socks, one for underwear, and one for miscellaneous items.

"Why are you carrying a trash bag? The trash shoot is in the other room," He said as I looked and realized my laundry bag is in fact just a large black trash bag.

"No, these are my dirty clothes. I'm not living off of Daisy Jones money so I have to use a trash bag for my clothes. And guess what the real kicker is. When these clothes are clean they get put back in the trash bag and I just pray the bag doesn't rip."

He laughed as I then I picked up my trash bag and put it on the table next to his neat piles, slightly jostling the piles.

We stood there in silence and did our laundry together.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" I asked as Sam looked up at me with the most puppy-like eyes I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Uh, no. Why? Are you asking me out?"

"God no. Not out, at least. I'm asking you if you'd want to stop by my place tonight and get a bite. I was thinking of ordering something nice tonight."

"Sounds great. What's the occasion?"

"I sold one of my books to a publisher and I figured we should celebrate since I wrote some bits of it about my new neighbor, Sam Claflin."

"You wrote a book about me?"

"No, I wrote a book about the people I meet and you just happened to show up in part of it," I said as I threw some clothes in the washer.

"I'll have dinner with you but only if you let me pick what movie we watch because you never let me pick anymore," He said which was true.

Sam and I have been spending most nights together after our first quote on quote date.

We aren't a couple but we have grown pretty close to each other.

He insisted on showing me romance movies since I shared how much I despised them when we first met.

"You just haven't seen the right ones," Is all he had to say about it. Before I knew it, we were hopping back and forth between apartments watching every rom-com that Sam thought I would like.

We found a few that I did end up liking.

"Fine. But, you have to tell me what type of movie we are going to watch," Sam said as I smirked at him.

"Don't tell me, Sam Claflin is scared of horror movies."

"I'm not, I just am not too fond of them," He said as he everted his eyes at me so I couldn't see that he was lying.

"Well, I will see you later. I was just coming down here to drop my laundry off. I will see you later, Sam Claflin," I said as he smiled at me and then he just continued to fold his clothes.

I went upstairs to get ready. I brushed my teeth and hair after taking an EVERYTHING shower. (Ifykyk)

I then called Sam and asked what he wanted for dinner. He said Chinese so I went on doordash and ordered some.

I made the couch all nice and then I sat on it and waited for Sam to knock on my door three times like he always did.

"Come in!" I yelled as I stood up and Sam opened the door since I left it unlocked for him.

"Wow, this place looks great."

"Yeah, I cleaned up a bit," I said as I played with the ends of my hair.

"It smells good in here too. Did you light a candle?" He asked as he looked around trying to find a flame.

I shook my head. "No, why? What does it smell like?"

"Vanilla and cucumber," He said as I then sniffed myself and realized he was smelling me because I had just showered and let the apartment get all steamy. The scent probably lingered.

"Oh, you must be smelling me. I showered. Who knew a pretty boy actor like you had such a good sense of smell," I said as he walked over to me and leaned in close.

I swear to God. Sam Claflin was sniffing me.

"You smell amazing. This apartment looks amazing."

I just looked up at him into his beautiful green eyes. "What are we doing here?" I asked as I leaned into him but not touching him, just leaned close enough to be near him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He lied. I knew he was lying because he everted his eyes again. He can never look at me when he's lying.

I grabbed onto his chin with my thumb and index finger. I moved his face to look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what we are doing here," I said again.

This time, he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned closer filling that final amount of space left between the two of us. He kissed me so deeply and passionately.

His hand found its way into my hair where it seemingly got lost and tangled.

My hands found their way to his face where I cupped his jaw and pulled him closer to me to fill any unwanted gaps.

"Uhm, excuse me. Where do you want me to put this?" The Doordash guy asked as he walked up to the door, which was still left open thanks to Sam.

Sam and I broke apart from our kiss and Sam walked over to the guy and took the bag of food. Sam then dug into his pocket and pulled out a 20 handing it to the guy.

"Thanks have a nice- Holy shit. You're Finnick Odair!" The guy yelled at Sam as he took the 20.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you for delivering my food," Sam said trying to get this guy to leave. "Have a nice day and drive safe."

"Hey, man. Do you think I can get a picture with you? My girl is gonna freak," He asked as he took out his phone.

"Sure, just promise me you won't come back here again," Sam said as the guy shook his head. "No, of course. I would never do that."

Sam nodded and then put his arm around the guy getting ready for a selfie.

"Oh, do you mind taking it of us?" The guy asked me as I rolled my eyes and then took the phone from the guy.

"Okay, everyone say Cheese!" I said as Sam smiled comically big next to the delivery man. I took one picture and then handed the phone back to the guy and he left.

Sam set the food on the kitchen table and I went and sat down on the couch trying to catch my thoughts on what had just happened before the guy showed up.

I kissed Sam Claflin. Pretty actor boy Sam Claflin.

"Nice, you got a lot of good stuff," Sam said as he took out each item that was in the bag.

"Are we just going to ignore what happened?"

"I get a lot of fans like that all the time. Don't worry he won't come back here. And even if he does, I can just call my security guy and ask him to stay here a couple of nights," Sam said as I just sat there looking dumbfounded.

"No, I- wait what? No. I meant the kiss. Are we going to ignore that we just kissed?"

"No, I wasn't planning on ignoring our kiss. I just would like to eat the food while it's still hot. We can kiss again later," He said as he got a plate filled up with food.

"So, you want to kiss me again?"

"Of course I do," He said as he sat down next to me and started eating. "So, what movie did you pick out?"

We ate and talked and laughed while watching Scream. It's my favorite horror film and I knew Sam would be scared the whole time and I enjoyed the thought of comforting him.

We started to move closer and closer to each other. Soon enough I felt one of his hands on my lap. Underneath the blanket.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I kept my eyes laser focused on the movie.

"Watching the movie. What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked as I looked down at my lap and saw the blanket move. I saw his hands reach further up.

"Sam, please," I slightly moaned out as he touched my inner thigh.

"Use your words, honey," He said as I melted into his touch along with his words.

"Please, fuck me, Sam."

"As you wish."

He then pulled me by the waist and had me in his lap facing him. My legs were wrapped around him and I tangled my fingers into the root of his hair as he moaned into my mouth and our kiss deepened.

He removed my shirt and tossed it across the room. I then removed his and did the same. A small giggle escaped from his lips. I stole the giggle by entrapping my mouth onto his.

His hands found their way onto the clasps of my bra and he quickly took it off in less than a minute. I can't even get my own bra off in 5 minutes.

He left hickeys all over my chest and neck. Good thing I don't leave the apartment because if I do then people would see all the markings that he was leaving on me. Like he was a dog and I was his tree.

He moved us so that he was on top of me and we were horizontal on the couch.

He was wearing a simple gold necklace and it hovered above my face as he kissed up and down my body.

He started to remove my pants and I slid them off with ease. He started to undo his jeans and as he was sitting over me I traced my fingers along the beautiful tattoos painted across his chest.

"Is this okay, honey?"

He was moving closer to being inside of me. "Yes. Everything you do is okay with me," I said as he smiled at me softly and then before I knew it.

Sam Claflin was inside of me.

We both moaned out at the feeling of each other.

"Oh, honey. I can't believe you feel this good," He moaned as he slid a finger inside of me along with everything else going on.

We went on like that on the couch for a solid 5 minutes but then he got off of me.

"Why'd you stop? What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up on the couch, reaching for a blanket because I was just sitting there completely naked.

"I'm too old to be fucking you on the couch like this. My back is about to give out and not in a good way," He said as I nodded and then wandered off.

"Uhm, where's your bedroom?" He asked as I smiled and stood up, taking the blanket with me, and dragged him into my bedroom.

I got a new bed and it's a slightly bigger bed with a nice wooden frame that I painted to make me feel like it wasn't the cheapest one I could find in IKEA.

He got in bed first. And I mean IN bed.

He got under the covers. Might I mention this guy was also naked,

Sam Claflin, fully in the nude, and in my bed.

"Oh, are we going to bed now?" I asked as he put his arms behind his head.

He looks so yummy. Lying in my bed. Arms behind his head. The only thing he is wearing is a simple gold necklace with a small charm.

I crawled onto the bed and got on top of his lap. I was sitting on his lap just far up on his waist enough to feel his raging boner under me.

"Please, honey," He moaned out as I touched his face gently.

"Use your words, baby," I said as I reached down and gently rubbed him.

"Please, (Y/N)," He said as I then got under the covers and straight up sat on his dick.

He and I both moaned as I rode him.

I held onto the headboard behind him and he held onto my hips, trying to steady me.

"Oh, fuck," He moaned as he bit his lip. I leaned forward and kissed him. I bit his lip as we released our mouths from each other.

"Honey, I'm close," He said as I moved in a faster motion and felt every bit of him hit me in all the right places.

"Don't stop, please baby," He said in a sort of whimper.

I came on his dick and then I felt him release in spurts shortly after.

He pulled me off of him after a few minutes of me just sitting on him panting like crazy together.

He held me close to his chest and I continued to trace his tattoo with my finger. He held my other hand and clasped it tight.

"There is no way I'm ever letting you go," He said as I pushed him off of me and started to get dressed.

"Wait, did I do something wrong? Why are you leaving?"

"I have to go finish my laundry," I said as he smiled. "Wanna join me?"

[fazbearedits]

This is Halloween

It’s costume day at raven brook middle

Nicky woke up,but immediately wanted to go back to bed.Today was costume day but he didn’t even wanna go.After coming back to school the last few days had been shit,but he had let go of a lot of things these past few months but he atleast didn’t wanna let go of his favorite holiday.He got up and went to his closet and fished the costume out,he opened it put of the plastic and changed.He walked over to his mirror to make sure he didn’t mess anything up and he saw his costume,a black suit with a plastic earpiece,he was a spy for Halloween.

He brushed his teeth and went downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast “good morning darling.” Said his mother,cooking breakfast “Morning narf!” Exclaimed his dad from the kitchen table “hey.” Nicky responded,he quickly grabbed a peice of toast off the plate and put it in his mouth before putting on his shoes,he grabbed his bag and walked out the door.It seemed like he blinked and he was at the school gates already,at this point he didn’t care on what finch or any of the other students thought.

Then he saw finch in her costume,she had a spiky brown wig with goggles and a unbuckled straight jacket and she was wearing Nicky’s normal clothes,she was quoting Nicky “YoU’rE gOiNg To DiE aLl Of YoU!” and “No OnE iS sAfE nO oNe!” and he didn’t even blink an eye,finch spotted him “Hey Nicky! I was gonna dress up as a angel but this was to perfect!” And he just walked past her,it was pretty much a free day so he figured he’d find Trinity so he went to the first place he could find her,the inventors club.

He opened the door and saw everyone,Trinity,Enzo,Maritza and Ivan.He also got the chance to see all their costumes,Trinity was Alice form Alice in wonderland,Enzo was Fred from scooby doo,Ivan was a mad scientist and Maritza was a baseball player.as the door creaked open they went from picking candy from a bowl and talking to eachother to dead silence staring at him,he specifically noticed Trinity was purposely looking away.”Hey…” he said awkwardly,”hey.” Enzo responded awkwardly,Nicky walked over to a table and put his bag down,took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves “did you see finch’s costume?” Asked Enzo.

Maritza suddenly started to burst out in laughter and everyone looked at her shocked “what? It’s funny! And the straight jacket too!” She continued to laugh and enzo started to giggle “not gonna lie it is kindaaa funny” enzo said and Ivan let out a chuckle they eventually started to giggle then laugh and Nicky watched in horror he then looked at Trinity who was just standing there not saying anything and that’s when he snapped Nicky just ran out the room and though the hall and then eventually out the school.

He ran out onto the pavement and was ready to run way,he didn’t know where but he just needed to run.Trinity quickly caught up to him “Nicky!” She exclaimed “why did you run off!?” Nicky didn’t want to face her “Why did I run off? WHY DID I RUN OFF?!,I’VE BEEN PUT THROUGH HELL AND BACK THESE PAST FEW MONTHS AND EVEN MORE THESE PAST FEW DAYS AND YOU’VE DONE NOTHING AND HAVE JUST STOOD ON THE SIDELINES THIS WHOLE TIME!” He yelled,still not looking at trinty.

“NO I HAVENT,LISTEN IM SORRY I SAID THAT TO YOU THE NIGHT WE GOT INTO THAT FIGHT I FEEL BAD BUT YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND IVE TRIED TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU BUT YOU JUST IGNORE ME AND LOOK AT THE BAD,YOU NEED TO STOP PUSHING OTHERS AWAY BECAUSE IT WON’T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER.” Trinity yelled,Nicky still didn’t look back at her “Nicky?…hello?” She asked Nicky then turned around and she saw him with tears welling down his face,she was shocked he then ran to her and hugged her tightly Trinity nearly got knocked off her feet so she sat down on the path with him still hugging her,he then began speaking being choked by tears.

“I-I’m sorry,you’re right! It’s just…I thought you were still mad at me but because of what happened in principle abbanante’s office I thought you maybe liked me again but when I saw you standing by when they laughed I thought you still hated me…” Trinity was in shock “Nicky I don’t hate you why would you ever think that?” she asked “I..I don’t know” he responded but Trinity realized he didn’t need to explain,he’s been though enough.The rest of the gang caught up to them “Trinity!” Enzo exclaimed “is Nicky ok?” Ivan asked.”He’s okay but he just needs to calm down.”

The gang sat up against the wall on the path,Maritza holding the candy bowl (yes she brought it)then Trinity scootched up against the wall with her arm around Nicky,he sat up against the wall aswell,resting his shoulder on Trinity.Nicky felt comforted by her presence once again,better than the sack ever was.everyone passed around the candy bowl taking one piece at a time and Nicky felt clam,it only took a few minutes for them to be laughing and cracking jokes with eachother,all of them eating chocolate and other candies.Everything was perfect.

[alexanderlightweight]

I was listening to The Thrill of First Love from the Falsettos and there’s just like these lines “What I love I devour” And “What I covet I keep” and that’s like so Magnus and Alec

i love these quotes so much, i did try to listen to the song but i ended up just reading the lyrics because the song was a bit too upbeat for what i wanted from these lyrics because oma;sdjfakbhsbdf SO FREAKING GOOD. so thank you so so much because i would never have known about them and it's just. perfect!!! I hope you like this!

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Magnus first sees the man he’s going to keep not in battle, but in a shadowworld night market. 

He’s tall and broad but he keeps to the shadows, considering but not threatening and with an aura that promises he’s not to be messed with. Everyone gives him a wide berth and when the vampires start to arrive, they sway towards him for a moment before their eyes widen and they hide their fangs and flee.

He’s a nephilim. 

Magnus can tell by the siren song the vampires almost fall to, before being run off by sheer instincts of the danger he exudes. And despite, the high collar of his shirt, Magnus can see just the slightest hint of a dark mark, elegantly coiling up his neck.

“I want him.” Magnus says aloud, barely realizing what he’s speaking until Cat gives a sigh and drops her head to his shoulder in exasperation. 

“You haven’t even spoken to him, you’ve just been watching him for the last twenty minutes.”

“He’s very watchable.” Magnus says, licking his lips, “easy on the eyes.”

Cat sighs but shoos him along, going back to her perusal of plants for the potions she needs to make. Magnus has his own shopping list, but it’s more of an excuse to go out than an actual need.

So the list disappears and Magnus sashays across the spot to where the hunter stands alone and smirks.

“The point of the nightmarket is to explore.” Magnus lets himself step too close, into the other’s space and bares his teeth in a hungry grin. “You’re doing yourself no favors hiding yourself away, missing out on all the fun.”

Whatever stoic retort and dismissal the shadowhunter has no doubt prepared never makes it past his lips. He’s been aware of Magnus’ presence and not ignoring him, but not giving him the attention Magnus so rightly deserves and covets. However when his eyes finally caress Magnus’ visage, his solemn features soften and pink edges up, barely visible in the low light and Magnus aches to see more.

“I—” And Magnus’ prey pauses, stuttering in a clearly uncharacteristic way, “what?”

“Allow me.” Magnus says but he really means, ‘this is happening’, and he grabs the others hand, magic ready to protect himself as he tugs his shadowhunter out of the darkness and into the soft glow of magic and moon and starlight. “Now then, you need a proper introduction to how delightful tonight can be. Won’t you come with me?” And Magnus has no glamours here and his shadowhunter nearly trips, when he gets his first look at Magnus’ eyes.

It’s a sweet thing, not one of disgust. He looks completely overwhelmed but his grip is firm and tight on Magnus’ own, greedy without being painful.

“Now come along—” And Magnus pauses with a wicked smirk, “should I simple call you darling, or do you have a name, sweetheart?”

There’s a little whine like his boy has no idea how to respond with Magnus’ pure dangerous and soft little caresses of verbal affection. 

“Alec,” he’s told and then there is a blush and Alec is looking anywhere but Magnus, “or whatever you want.” 

“Alexander.” Magnus croons, because he’s never met a line he wasn’t willing to cross when given an opening — or creating his own — and he sways close and lifts Alexander’s hand to brush a kiss to a knuckle. “Now darling, let me show you a different world.”

—

Magnus can’t stop thinking about Alexander and the avarice to have him and keep him is growing faster than Magnus can handle it. So it’s — with absolutely no impatience at all — that only a day after they meet, Magnus’ fire messages him.

Alexander responds quickly, eagerly even. With a hurriedly scrawled message and time of availability and a hastily scribbled last name that has Magnus’ blinking slowly in recognition.

A Lightwood.

Magnus’ pretty boy is a Lightwood, which means that Magnus is going to have to play hard and fast to keep his boy the way he wants. Before the elder Lightwood’s get wind and involved. 

So Magnus plots, because when he covets something, he keeps it.

For better or for worse.

—

It’s dusk when they meet again and Magnus admires the dying glow of sol as Alexander leans against a wall and tilts his face into the fading warmth. If he wants to be warm, Magnus is more than willing to offer himself up for the task. Instead, he steps close and reaches out with the same proprietary motions he did the first time they met.

Alexander reaches for him eagerly in return, his face smoothing from a scowl and lips softening with a smile. His eyes are more brown than green in the shadows and they’re shining with delight, and all because and for Magnus.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Magnus teases as he presses Alexander against the bricks and cups his jaw with the hand not holding Alec’s own. “Almost like you were waiting for me.”

“I was.” Alexander says, like he’s not a full hour earlier than planned, but Magnus is also early so they simply both smile at each other, delighted in the mere presence of sharing space together. 

“I know this delightful little sushi place,” Magnus says and opens a portal. “Fancy a trip to Japan, darling?” And Alexander tightens his grip and follows Magnus with a soft smile and Magnus knows right then, right there, that he is going to devour Alexander, just to ensure he keeps him.

—

Magnus feels his wards on Alexander waver, like there is a danger trying to take him away from Magnus and Magnus crashes through the wards of the Institute to see Alexander fighting with a blonde shadowhunter who is standing in front of a vaguely familiar redhead.

Magnus doesn’t care about the alarms screaming as he shows up, he only cares about getting to Alexander who looks ready to break someone, or himself. And Magnus knows his boy, if Alec cares at all about the shadowhunter snarling at him, then he’ll choose to break himself.

And Magnus will not be having it.

“Lovely.” He says, voice dark and cold as shadows grow and flames trickle from his body to etch marks into the floor. “Are these pests bothering you?” He doesn’t bother even looking at the pair causing his boy distress, instead he gets to Alexander and cups his jaw, pulling his gaze to Magnus.

“Magnus.” He says, surprised and relieved and delighted and devastated all at once and Magnus is going to devour him. Keep him safe under Magnus’ own skin and tucked behind Magnus’ own heart. Because surely, being stabbed in his heart would be less than having Alexander hurt in front of him.

“Leave this mess to the undeserving whelps who created it.” Magnus chides, gently because Alexander doesn’t need more disappointment thrown at him, “I have a chateau in the Riviera with our names on it. If the clave and this place wishes for you back, they can grovel for it.”

Because Magnus knows they’ve been withholding power from Alec while forcing him to push himself harder and harder. It’s a carrot and stick and Alexander has never been rewarded with the carrot.

Alexander waits a full heartbeat, like there is really any choice he can make with Magnus’ hand on his face, Magnus’ adoration clear.

“Okay.” Alexander finally says and he smirks, “that sounds nice. Let’s go.” He steps closer to Magnus and lets a portal be summoned and as Magnus is guiding him through, the other shadowhunters held back by a circle of shadow and flame, he turns and smirks. “It’s your problem Jace, not mine. I’m not in your shadow, I’m in his.” 

It's grim and dark and his eyes shine with so much anger and hurt that Magnus wants to pluck out the eyes of whoever forced such emotions in Alexander’s own. But the words are so sweet that as the portal consumes them, Magnus yanks Alec into a hungry, ravaging kiss as they disappear. 

—

“Do you remember what I told you?” Magnus asks as he dances his fingers over Alexander’s sweaty and heaving chest. Alec looks at him petulantly, like he still can’t figure out how Magnus stays so composed when he’s breaking Alexander apart.

“You’ve told me so many things?” Alexander responds, not even being coy, just being honest. “Which one? I try to remember them all.”

“Oh my sweet, precious Alexander.” Magnus says and he presses a kiss to Alexander’s panting mouth. “That what I covet, I keep?”

Alexander nods, a pleased flush spreading across his cheeks and delight gleaming in his eyes because Magnus has made it very clear that he’s keeping Alec. “What else did I tell you?” Magnus keeps his voice low and calm and Alexander’s brow furrows for a minute and he answers automatically. 

“What you love, you devour.” He recits it calmly, and then excited hope wars with terror in his gaze and he whispers, “Magnus?”

“I’m going to devour you, my darling Alexander.” Magnus promises and presses his lips to Alexander’s in a deep, ravenous kiss. 

And for now, it’s as close as Magnus’ brittle heart will allow for a confession but Alexander seems to think it’s perfect as it is. If the way he sobs brokenly and adoringly into Magnus’ kiss and clings to him, pulling him close like he wants Magnus to consume him entirely. 

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Only One Pillow

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 017

Summary: my take on the only one bed trope!

Warnings: way too much fluffy adorable stuff you’ll get cute aggression and start punching things! Also pancakes!

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Night comes with its own noise, a little more muted version of the daytime. Most people were ready for sleep while those wanting to stay up a little longer were adding to the quieting noise, making it last just a little longer.

You were one of those not adding any night-time noise to the mix. You were ready for peace and quiet after an arduously long workday. Exhaustion was creeping its claws up you. Teeth brushed and clad in pyjamas, you were ready for bed. But the knock at your door was an unexpected occurrence. Hoping it was just someone who got lost, you looked through your peephole. Recognising that adorable face, you opened the door and Dieter enveloped you in his warmth. You welcomed it, breathing in his safe, comforting scent.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just got back, and I really wanted to see you.”

“Really?”

“Really really. Fuck I missed you.”

He then took note of your bedtime ready appearance, “Oh, I came at a bad time, didn’t I?”

You were trying not to yawn, “I was just about to go to bed.”

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t realise it was so late. I could get my driver to come back.”

“No, you can stay a little if you want,” you were trying not to fall asleep against Dieter’s broad chest.

“Really?”

“Really really. I haven’t seen you for a while and I missed your smell.”

“Oh no, I stink, don’t I?”

You hummed in response, “It’s a nice Dieter smell.”

“I was once with this girl who said my smell was offensive. Messed with her aura or something.

You continued to hum, happy and content. He noticed this, “Have you fallen asleep?”

You looked up at him, not convincing him of how not tired you were. “I should go, you’re tired.”

He turned to leave but you kept him in your hug. “No. Could you at least stay until I fall asleep?”

“You don’t mind?” you shook your head and led him to the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want me in your bed with you?” you nodded, “Okay, but I’ll leave once you’re asleep.” You hoped he would stay longer but nodded nonetheless.

It became apparent that there was going to be a slight problem. “Sorry, I only have one pillow.”

“That’s okay, honey cakes.”

“I’m sure I could MacGyver something up,” but your brain was too fogged up to come up with a solution.

“I’m sure we can manage.” He hopped onto the bed while you got under the covers. He laid his head on one side of the pillow but that left you with very limited room. “Sorry my head is too big.”

In the end, you decided to use your boyfriend as a pillow. And he was a very comfortable one at that, with you falling asleep as soon as you shut your eyes.

Dieter kissed the top of your head, telling himself he would only rest for five minutes before leaving you to your slumber.

*****

Your pillow was still warm in the morning. And it was moving. You lifted your head to realise that Dieter was softly snoring away. You moved to get a better look, but this caused him to stir. Stretching the sleep out of him, he opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was you.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning,” he mumbled back, hoping for a kiss but as soon as the words processed his newly awoken brain, he bolted upright, “Morning? It’s morning?”

“Yes.”

“Oh god, No, no. I slept too long!” his panic was interrupted by your giggles, “What’s so funny?”

“You just quoted Ash Williams in the Army of Darkness alternate ending.”

Dieter shook off the obvious confusion on his face, “I told myself I was only going to stay five minutes.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, I overstepped a boundary.”

“Dieter, it’s fine.”

He moved to get off the bed, “I should go.”

“I’ll make us breakfast.”

He was almost off the bed, “No, I should go.”

“I’ll make pancakes.”

 “Okay.” He flopped back onto the bed like a rag doll, making you giggle again.

He realised he had yet to kiss you so gravitated towards you and you did the same. Noses magnetised to one another before lips met each other in gentle kisses. You both lazily languished there until your bladder reminded you of reality.

You bypassed the bedroom on the way from the bathroom to the kitchen. Dieter was very much playing the role of Sleeping Beauty, so you removed his boots to make his feet more comfortable.

You had just poured batter for a third pancake when arms lovingly snaked their way around you, gentle kisses pressed into the back of your neck.

“How did you get your pancakes to turn out so good?” he asked.

“Practice.”

“I did, but they still end up burnt or raw. Or both.”

You raised your spatula in demonstration, “Do you see those bubbles? You wait until there’s a lot of them, and the edges are changing colour.” You easily flipped the pancake to show its lovely golden goodness.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?”

“Did no one teach you?”

“Nope, was left to fend for myself. How’d you learn?”

“Read about it in a book.”

“Ah, the classic Disney Princess approach.”

After he untangled himself from you, he accepted some supervised flipping and managed a few pancakes on his own. He proudly took the perfectly uneven stack of pancakes to your small dining table while you brought the rest of breakfast. Both of you ate in contemptable silence, occasional hums of approval sounded off. He helped with the clean-up, him being quite good at drying with the towel. Eventually the mornings happiness was interrupted by the ding of Dieter’s phone.

“Sorry, my driver is coming to pick me up soon.” He enveloped you back into his warmth. “I’ll miss you.”

You would’ve stayed in that embrace forever but you both had to go back to the reality of life.

“Feel free to sleepover anytime you want.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

Films referenced: Army of Darkness (1992)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle

[metaphor-for-the-dead]

22 - 27 - 40

22.   How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

My dear, I am a professional practitioner of what I like to call the "Up and Out Method" when it comes to work days. Basically, I sleep until the last possible second that I can without making myself late for work, jump out of bed, dress in like 30 seconds, head downstairs, wash face + brush my teeth then leave. Now that I don't actually have a job, I have nowhere to be at all and I've kind of reverted to my previous hermit-self. That is to say I actually haven't ben anywhere in the week since I left work and I've changed clothes like twice in that week 🤷‍♂️ Depression hits hard sometimes and I haven't even been sleeping well either - my insomnia has ruined my sleeping pattern so these days I'm just up all night and asleep when the suns up 😅 27.   What’s your favourite quote? "There are times in life when people must know when not to let go. Balloons are designed to teach small children this" - I can't remember which Terry Pratchett book this quote is from, I think maybe "Mort" but it could also possibly be "Soul Music". Anyway, Mr. Pratchett is one of my biggest inspirations, I grew up reading his work and his philosophy on life really rubbed off on me. Also his Discworld setting greatly inspired my own fantasy settings, particularly my personal D&D setting. I was really sad to hear of his passing back in 2015 and to this day I still have a drink for him every March 40.   What’s something you really want right now? I really want to be creative. I struggle with being creative, it's very hard for me to produce something I ever feel is 'worthwhile'. I was never really encouraged as a child to do anything creative so I always feel like any works I produce have never been good enough and nothing I produce will ever be 🤷‍♂️

[awakefor48hours]

The Rewritten Maribug Fic

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More Maribug fic, this was supposed to come out nearly a week ago but ADHD brain took control. Anyway onto the crack

Marinette woke up exhausted. She didn't get much sleep last night, all she could do was think about how her relationship with Cat Noir would be different.

After their failed date as Marinette and her failed romance as Ladybug, she really has screwed herself.

Thankfully, school could be a healthy distraction for her. Doing studies on the Peloponnesian War until she was cross-eyed should work. Sure, they were currently studying about the importance of the Mediterranean Sea to Italy but what was another topic to study on top of that. Besides, you never know when someone wants to know a random fact about the Peloponnesian War and the Mediterranean Sea.

She got out of bed, got dressed, brushed her teeth, then quickly ate breakfast. She was ready to get through the day

As she ran out the bakery, the sight of her school filled her with glee. Healthy distractions, here she comes.

She quickly walked to Mlle Bustier's class and sat down next to Alya.

"Woah, Marinette, you look a bit worse for wear." Alya commented.

"Thanks, Alya," Marinette said, with drowsiness and sarcasm laced in her voice. "I think I look great too."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You just look beat than usual today and from what I know you didn't have any 'extra homework'," she signaled using air quotes, "to do last night."

Marinette looked around for a moment. It didn't seem like anyone was paying attention to her, good. She put her backpack on the desk in front of her and started to whisper to Alya. "Well I did have 'homework' last night. Last night, I told a certain someone something really embarrassing."

Alya put her bag on the desk too. "Wait, did you tell..." she paused for a moment to look around then said in a quieter whisper. "Cat Noir, something embarrassing?"

All Marinette could do was nodded as she felt her blush overtake her face.

"Well what did you tell him?"

She almost didn't want to say but if anyone would be able to give her advice, it was gonna be Alya. She took a deep breath and was about to tell her but then she heard a voice behind her.

"Marinette?" She knew that voice, that was Adrien. Oh no, why now? Did he overhear their conversation? What was she supposed to tell him if he did?

She didn't have time to think about any more questions because Alya turned Marinette's head to face Adrien.

Now that she was facing him, she didn't know what to say. Was she just supposed to say "hey, if you heard us talk about Cat Noir very suspiciously behind our backpacks, it's not for any suspicious reason, we're actually planning on throwing him a surprise party!"

Wait... that could actually work. It wouldn't be weird to want to throw a super hero a surprise party. What would the party look like? Well it would obviously have to be cat themed and there'd be many cheesy cat puns. There would also obviously be desserts, she could make them herself and -- DAMMIT MARINETTE, FOCUS!

"Hiiii, Adrien." She finally managed to squeak out. "Fancy seeing you here." What she was talking about? He goes to school here.

"I guess it is," he said. "I just wanted to ask you about something."

"Sure, go ahead and ask." Was it about a surprise party for Cat Noir? She hoped it would be about a surprise party for Cat Noir.

He pulled out his phone and showed her a few pictures from a few nights ago. "I saw that you went on a date with Cat Noir," this could still lead up to asking about a surprise party, "and I was just wondering... if someone like him is your type?"

Why was he asking? What would he have to gain from asking her about people she likes... unless... Nope! No way, the ship for the two of them has passed. She couldn't admit her interests until Monarch was defeated.

"Oh that, well after that day I actually realized that he's not my type!" She tried to think of the right thing to say at this moment. "I mean sure he's confident, caring, strong," at this moment she forgot to think as she kept talking, "his muscles are amazing, he has those cute pointy ears..."

As she was listing things she liked about him, she felt a tap from behind her.

"Wow, Marinette," Alya said, "it sure does sound like you like Cat Noir a lot from the very limited time you spent with him."

She took that moment to feel appreciative of Alya. Had Marinette kept going, she was going to reveal too much and definitely out her identity. But how does she fix the situation she's in now? She pretty much just said she loves Cat Noir after mentioning he's not her type.

She had to start thinking again, where does she go from there.

"Yeah, after the time I spent with Cat Noir I realized something..." what was she going to say? "We were compatible but there was just something wrong."

That seemed to intrigue Adrien. "Oh, what was it?"

Moment of truth, here she comes. "I've realized that I just didn't have a crush on him, I actually have a crush on Ladybug."

She wanted to shrivel up and die. She's been thinking about the fact that as Ladybug she told Cat Noir she had a crush on Marinette so obviously admitting she had a crush on herself was the thought she had in her head all day. But did she have to tell the same stupid lie twice?!

Marinette ignored the panic and looked at Adrien who now looked far too excited. "Really?! You really have a crush on Ladybug?!"

She can't exactly say "no" now. "Yeah... I do."

"That's so cool to hear, Marinette!" Why was he so happy? "You know, I used to have a bit of a crush on Ladybug." He did! "So it looks like we have that in common."

"Yeah..." Adrien had a crush on her?! "I guess we do."

Adrien left smiling as if he won a prize.

What just happened? Whatever may have happened, it sure was a bit stupid.

Marinette felt exhausted again. She just wanted to go home and lie in bed until the end of eternity.

"So..." Alya said cutting through Marinette's internal turmoil. "Marinette, when were you gonna tell me you had a crush on Ladybug?"

Marinette turned around and hid behind her bag again. "I was about. You know that 'extra homework' we mentioned?"

"Wait..." it didn't take much to put two and two together from that. "You told Cat Noir that you..."

"Have a crush on myself." Marinette finished before slamming her head into her desk.

There wasn't anything more they could say to each because Mlle Bustier had started class.

Time for those healthy distractions. Right now, that distraction would be Mesopotamia.

Right, so that's the end of this chapter. I literally have no idea where I'm going with this I just know it's going to be silly especially now.

[ezithemuse]

Cupid's Punk! Chapter 3- and I am a smiling woman.

Scarlet’s sleep on Thursday night into Friday morning was, unfortunately, the least restful she’d experienced in a long time. It echoed nightmares she’d had for a long time. She was back on a rooftop in autumn, smelling the sweet scent of homemade desserts and their neighbor’s rooftop flower garden. Someone slightly shorter than her had their arms around her midsection. Soft hands with navy blue nails. A tattoo in a looping script peaked from under flannel sleeves, “Rowing in Eden with You.” Scarlet always hated how she got the quote wrong.  A soft, lower voice whispered in her ears.

            Happy Birthday!

Scarlet felt herself falling. Vertigo.

            The last day of scorpio season. Makes sense.

The rooftops were gone. Everything was black, save a blinding light above her.

            You always have to be dramatic about deadlines.

She bounced when she landed. A twin sized mattress caught her. It did not comfort her.

            I’m always going to be here for you.

Her legs dangled over the edge, too tall for the bed.

            I’ll always love you, Lettie. No matter what.

Her limbs wouldn’t move. Her eyes burned, but she was unsure if it was from the light or tears.

She was stuck against the bed, and the light was slowly being eclipsed.

            I’m sorry. I can’t be the person you need.

 Her skin felt like it would rip off, it clung to the soft material like tar.

She couldn’t get free on her own.

I can’t help you.

            Scarlet woke, not with a start and a scream, panting in sweat like a movie. Her eyes simply opened in one go, and she stared at the ceiling and focused on not weeping. Her alarm would go off in a few hours, but she sat up and got ready for a shower anyway. No one would hold her if she wanted to go back to sleep. There was no one to make coffee for. No one to kiss as she brushed her teeth. She was in a world alone.

            By the time she got to work, Scarlet’s composure had returned enough that she could face her own reflection in the elevator. She got off on her floor, and entered as Emilia was opening her door at the end of the office. They gave each other polite smiles and waves, and got about opening shop for the day. Scarlet set about returning emails and organizing Emilia’s schedule, trying to force her upsetting dream deeper down under the water, away from the surface of her mind. She was starting to get in a groove only to have Emilia appear at her side around an hour later. She sat on the edge of Scarlet’s desk again, and Scarlet felt the excitement of seeing her boss’s shapely hips be washed away by a wave of numbness. She was about to speak to Scarlet, when her phone rang.

            Emilia stepped away, and walked back down the hall, as a voice screamed on the other end. It finally stopped, and Scarlet could hear the irritation on Emilia’s face.

“Well, Veronica, that tends to happen when one calls before office hours, is it not? You get an answering machine? Or, am I required to staff my office twenty-four seven just in case you call outside socially acceptable hours?”

Scarlet couldn’t help but laugh to herself, listening in as Emilia responded to increasingly ridiculous suggestions. Scarlet had only ever worked jobs where she wasn’t allowed to tell customers they were wrong, and she envied that power. She knew she wasn’t perfect. God she knew it. But if she had gotten a bonus for every client mad at her for something out of her control, having to grovel in contrition as close to the company letter as required—she’d never have to work again.

Emilia’s call lasted into her first meeting, and the earlier conversational attempt was forgotten. About an hour later, Scarlet brought back an elderly, suited gentleman called Mr. Winters to Emilia’s office. Emilia had her take notes again as he went over his prenuptial. Or his fourth prenuptial, rather.

Scarlet’s laptop brought up the notes from yesterday’s bizarre meeting, and she tried to hide a blush during her frantic efforts to open a new document. She was able to keep her composure for the remainder of the meeting, and was actually quite impressed with Emilia. It was a tedious two hours of legal jargon and nuance that largely went over her head, something about how Statute Nine versus Statute Eight, subsection Four.  How multiple Child Support cases weakened certain negotiation standing points, or his job compared to his fiance’s would be a factor in upcoming meetings.

 Scarlet felt like once upon a time she could have handled learning something so complex as law, but now her brain barely functioned unless she was forcing herself to work in the presence of someone who would hold her accountable. Her brain was too chock full of poets and show trivia and bad memories. She assumed Emilia was intelligent just by virtue of being an accomplished lawyer, but she was truly dazzled.

His time came to an end, and he thanked Emilia with a firm handshake and ignored Scarlet. No, he didn’t ignore her in fact, he looked her in the eye and decided she wasn’t worth the effort to say goodbye to. She felt a sting of envy, even if she knew she didn’t have a law degree. It’s stupid to get upset about, she reasoned away her feelings, I’m “just” the secretary and he’s some old fuck. Probably was alive when you could pinch asses at work. When Emilia and Mr. Winters weren’t looking, she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Thankfully the honorable Mr. Winters didn’t see that.” Emilia announced as soon as the front office door was closed. Scarlet felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, Emilia still standing in her doorway where she watched him leave from.

“See what?” Had she screwed up in her first week already?

“It was rude of him to treat you like that, and I would have said something if I thought he would be receptive to it. But some men think they can get elected to a high enough seat of power to not have to respect “normal people” like yourself.” Scarlet’s blood ran cold.

“Elected?” She swallowed, now worrying she was in trouble.

“Pay it no mind, Ms. Finch. However, from now on please refrain from any mocking the clients until after they are gone. That way I can mock him with you.” She finally turned from her spot, facing Scarlet. Now that she wasn’t in fear for her job, she made note of the compassion hidden behind her professional demeanor. The twitch of her lips from a confident smile to an almost imperceptible frown, or how her eyes seemed to soften. She was sympathetic to Scarlet’s frustrations.

“Understood,” Scarlet began, “I’m sorry, Emilia. It won’t happen again.” She was elated to not be chewed out like many of her former employers would have. Touched, even, that she was being given empathy instead. She checked the clock on her computer, it was just enough time before Emilia liked to take her lunch.

“It’s about thirty minutes until you like to have your lunch, Ma’am. Is there anything else, or would you like me to go get that for you?” Scarlet was eager to prove she was still of service, given how she was treated like a valued employee rather than being unworthy of the effort to teach.

“That would be lovely, dear. The usual, please, and get yourself more than just a coffee this time. Send me those notes when you have come back and had your break. ” Emilia smiled and held the door as Scarlet packed her laptop and made her way out of the office.

The empty seats inside caught Scarlet’s eyes, and she recalled how less than twenty four hours ago, they hosted the strange couple. Her walk to the corner cafe was tinted with memories of the bizarre meeting, knowing that a second one was inevitable. She would have to see them again on Monday morning—what a hell of a way to start a week.

She grabbed Emilia’s salad, croissant and tea, ordered herself a small muffin and coffee, and tried not to think about Lila in diapers similar to the ones from the video she had seen last night. I bet they’re soft…and cute. She did her best to deliver her boss’s lunch with a straight face and return to her desk. Her break was focused on her coffee, wishing she had something sweeter so her hands wouldn’t shake, but knowing she needed the caffeine. She focused on that instead of the recurring flashes of the video, and of Chris and Lila. Who knows what depravity those two were up to as she sat there? It was bizarre! So why did it make her heart beat faster?

She got lost in her work.  A few hours later when Emilia appeared next to her, and sat on the edge of Scarlet’s desk as she had before. The secretary jumped, then tried to hide her blush, quickly coming up with an excuse.

“Sorry! You surprised me and I guess I’m embarrassed about that.” She laughed nervously. Emilia waved away her concerns.

            “That was quite a lot to handle, yesterday, no?” Emilia gave a half eyeroll, the ridiculousness of the subject apparent to all, and sipped from her drink. “Did any of that upset you? I wanted to warn you but was not sure how to without being crass. I would prefer to always be professional with you.” Her hands drifted to rest on her lap, less than a foot from Scarlet. Now she had to turn her head up to see into the woman’s eyes.

            Scarlet felt her excitement be overtaken by feeling exposed, in the spotlight. How do you tell your boss you were extremely flustered at that kind of talk? It only now occurred to her that she definitely had a crush. On a woman, her boss, who just said she wants to stay professional. Is she cursed? Is her stupid crush completely pointless? Emilia’s eyes studied her reaction, and Scarlet swore she knew about that stupid video in the back of her mind.

            “It’s…a unique arrangement between adults, right?” She tried to slip offstage, but Emilia would not allow it.

            “Have you heard that kind of talk before? No need for specifics, we are all ladies, here.” Scarlet could read the implication. She was really asking Are you a prude or a pervert?

            “A friend is on the…wilder side of romance.” Scarlet lied as well as she breathed.

            Emilia looked her up and down like she was lunch. Scarlet decided to look busy, turning her chair back to face her computer. It took her a moment to recall what she had even been doing beforehand, the thought forced out by memories about butt plugs and leashes and spankings. And diapers.

“You seemed pretty flustered.” Emilia offered. Scarlet tried to ignore the implication.  

“Just wasn’t expecting it. I should’ve gotten it when you mentioned ‘consenting adults.’”

“Then would you be alright with attending further meetings?” Scarlet wasn’t exactly in a position to say no. “They are at least one more meeting away from being finished, of course. But there’s more to the situation.”

This caught Scarlet’s attention. What more could those two possibly do to each other that wasn’t illegal in some states? Emilia sighed.

“Never easy to explain this. I run a…side business here as well. I matchmake for people like Chris and Lila, pairing them together. I rather enjoy playing Kinky Cupid. Lila moved here a few months ago, came to me, and Chris was already in my little black book.” Scarlet tried not to let her eyes go big. Instead her mouth ran before she could think.

“So their…’contract’ was because you paired them, knowing what they’re into?” She tried not to let her voice quiver, and Emilia seemed to notice, turning her head as she watched. Her boss still had the look of a predator, and Scarlet felt like prey spotted out of cover. It gave her a nervous thrill.

“Their trial period contract, yes. Then, if they want to remain together like Chris and Lila, they negotiate a new one to both their satisfaction.”

“So this isn’t the first time you’ve done this? You seem to have a lot of knowledge about it.” Scarlet swore in her mind, certain she’d gone past the point of casual curiosity or professional courtesy.

Emilia smiled. “That is correct!” She spoke with a slightly patronizing tone that made Scarlet blush despite herself. “I learned my fair share before starting my little side business. I have experience making grown women blush, to put it politely.”

Scarlet felt that same thrill build, and she decided she was angry about it. Emilia, pretty fucking confident. I can see where this is going. She did her best to make her face neutral, turning away to face her work computer. “Everybody I've met that brags like that tends to be…overcompensating.” This isn’t some 50 Shades knock off. I’m not going to fuck my boss on my first week just because she can have a stern tone of voice. Scarlet’s spiteful resolve finally came out of hiding for the first time since her engagement ended. Her heart beat faster now, keeping the same thrill but now with pride in herself.

Emilia’s designer shoe twitched, the only betrayal at agitation.  “Tell me, Ms. Finch,” Emilia began, “Why would you possibly think I would be promising something I cannot deliver?” Her tone was steady, even curious, but confident she had already won. She viewed Scarlet as a mouse to play with. Scarlet’s blush returned. If Scarlet answered directly, she’d have to say something explicit to her so-called “professional” boss.

Her nostrils flared as she strengthened her will to resist, an ember in her heart despite a secondary heat in her crotch. “So much for remaining professional. I didn’t move cross-country only for…,” trying to fuck my boss, “That.” She gave a sarcastic smile, grabbing a stack of folders she needed to file in Emilia’s office by the end of the day.

God she wanted to fuck Emilia. She’d rather not lose her job by breaking things off if it went poorly, however.

“‘Only?’” Emilia called after her. Scarlet could hear her slide off the desk, and calmly follow as the secretary entered the office and stored the errant paperwork. “So you were open to the possibility, so long as you had a place to stay?” Emilia’s voice dripped with mirth. She sounded confident, like she had pulled a prank. Scarlet felt her ears turn red, but Emilia continued. “Did you already have a crush on me from our video interview?”

Scarlet was exasperated, but was unsure if it was at Emilia’s boldness or that her face somehow got even redder. “Emilia! Just because you do all this stuff doesn’t—” She went to turn, facing her boss as she stood in the doorway, but Emilia was closer.

Much closer.

She had put one hand on the wall, arm outstretched, inches from Scarlet’s head. She was bent at the waist, face even closer to Scarlet’s. Her intense eyes and strong hands pinned her in place. Right between Emilia’s hand, her body, and the filing cabinet. Scarlet’s heart pounded, it was the tempo of a night club, the rest of her body the club interior full of sweat and ecstasy. Emilia’s bright red lipstick was twisted in a mischievous, patronizing smirk, and they began moving. It took Scarlet a moment to focus and listen to her words, their tone oozed condescension. She had been outplayed.

“By that blush on your face, I think you believe me now.”

Emilia’s cool words made her former resolve melt, replaced now with panic. Scarlet sank against the wall, looking away, certain for the first time since being a closeted teenager that she would die of embarrassment. She felt Emilia’s free hand touch her chin and gently pressed against it to lift, forcing their eyes to meet again.

She withered, losing the ability, or perhaps desire, to be responsible for her own body. She squirmed under Emilia’s gaze, every nerve and skin cell alive with fire and desperate for touch. What finally made her heart seize was watching her motormouth go on autopilot, helpless to stop her own voice betraying her.

“W-will you take me out tonight?” Emilia must have a record grip strength, because Scarlet swore her legs gave out at the sound of her own voice. Emilia’s hand on her chin kept her in place, pinned in excitement. Her amber eyes saw deep into Scarlet’s soul.

“I already have a car coming to pick you up at nine.” Emilia purred, and Scarlet’s spine shivered in harmony.

Every burning, blushing spot on her face screamed. Of course Scarlet wanted to say yes. Of course she adored the feeling of being pursued like this. It made her feel like a lady, like she was valuable, like she was cherished, like she was vuln—

But the last time…

Emilia’s eyes searched hers, and they both saw the change in each other’s demeanor.

Her boss softened the approach. “Ms. Finch, I am certain this is something you desire.” She tenderly teased, voice barely above a whisper but filling Scarlet’s ears with its confidence. Emilia’s free hand rose, and lifted Scarlet’s chin, forcing her to look the taller woman in the eyes. “However, I am no more perfect than anyone else. You need to say it explicitly. I'm not letting you get away with just asking me to the school dance like a shy teenager."

Scarlet’s eyes went wide. She knew what was coming in her heart of hearts, and wouldn’t be able to lie about it. Every muscle in her body refused to respond, her body was in revolt, wishing the gorgeous woman would ravage her. But her heart disagreed. Emilia searched her eyes again, and she raised an eyebrow.

She took that same patronizing tone, like a teacher who knew better than a small child. “You can do it, right? Just say something like ‘Emilia, I do not want you to take me out tonight, treat me like royalty, and give me the best sex of my life.’” Emilia smiled devilishly, certainly getting a sadistic joy from how much more ragged Scarlet’s breaths were becoming. Scarlet’s adrenaline fueled panic caught the barest hint of Emilia’s cheeks going flush as well. Her boss did not let up the pressure.

 “Or, you can say what I know you want to. ‘Emilia, I want you to control me, like all those other women you have put on their knees, and have written out contracts with people in this very office.’ The choice is yours, you just have to say you want to be under my control, and be all mine.”

Scarlet’s mind ran at a million miles a second, too flustered and aroused to operate her mouth. OF COURSE she wanted to say yes. But every memory of the past year of her life, every part of her heart that told her to keep people at a distance until she was sure she could trust them…

Like a flash, she had her answer. “All those women had trial periods, right?” Her hands were shaking, but she was more confident in her response than anything in her life.

“That is correct.” Emilia raised another eyebrow, smiling with curiosity at the question.

“Well that’s to protect both people, right? So I’m going to hold you to your little speech.” That’s it. That’s the fire coming back. She felt the same punk-bitch attitude sparking back to life. I missed feeling like me.

Scarlet continued, “We have a trial period agreement. This is as much an audition for you as it is for me. I’ll let you take control, and the moment you don’t live up to your talk, I’m gone, with severance pay. Deal?” She stuck out her hand to shake on it, instantly feeling dumb. Her heart still pounded, and she was breathing hard and wishing for a cooler head. Did she go too far to get what she wanted?

Emilia studied her prey again, looking up and down Scarlet’s whole length. She laughed under her breath, bemused at Scarlet’s defiance.

“I’m not used to them putting up a fight. I get the feeling you were a punk in school.” It was more a statement of admiration, of piqued interest, rather than accusation. To be fair to her, she had Scarlet pegged.  “It’s a deal Ms. Finch.” Emilia shook her hand, and smiled coolly.

“Now, the day is practically over anyway. Unless you want to go out in your work clothes, I suggest you go home and get ready. I expect you will want to look your best, Scarlet.”

[phlistopher]

Sleep Writing

I wrote a humor column in college for the Hofstra Chronicle under the pseudonym Silence Doless, a nod to Benjamin Franklin I didn't come up with.

I was very proud of this work at the time. It's all very Hofstra specific, and the mid 2000s. Against my better judgement, I've decided to republish the series here.

This is the fourth column, originally published October 16th, 2007. Commentary at the end.

Sleep. Everybody needs it, but these days, who has the time? I certainly don’t, what with class, homework, a social life, and writing this column every week. I routinely find myself tired and sleepy from too many nights spent away from my pillow, the effects of which almost always crop up at the least opportune moments. Take for example, right now. While writing these very words I dozed off twice, bringing my writing speed up to a blistering three words a minute. See? I’m so tired I can’t even make a decent joke out of that.

You all know how it goes. You spring out of bed early Monday morning, brush your teeth, comb your hair, throw on a mask and cape, dash out the door and into class just in time to wrestle your philosophy professor because you disagree with his interpretation of Hobbes.

Then you wake up.

Groggily you check the time, firmly decide, “No way.” and promptly fall back asleep. Several hours later you wake up again and move blearily throughout the rest of the day. You promise yourself an early night, but somehow something incredibly interesting is always going on. Whether that interesting thing is IMDBing that entire cast of Family Matters or sitting in a lounge and counting how many people use the word “like” in a sentence, is not the point. The point is that now it’s 2am and you have to wake up early the next morning.

This process repeats until Thursday, when you realize you’ve been far too busy not sleeping to do any of your homework. Terrified, you throw your tired bones at your work. Only you’re still extremely tired and your homework starts getting jumbled together with all the other things you haven’t been doing. Next thing you know you’re quoting Steve Urkle for a paper on the French and Indian War (Did I do that?), citing that the brain functions on a network of bad valley girl grammar for psyche, and vehemently stating that the only sensibly counter argument to Hobbes is a headlock. Ultimately, this does not garner good grades, even among professors who like Family Matters and or Calvin.

Still tired and newly despondent about red marks accompanied by strange looks and warnings about the dangers of LSD, you hit the weekend ready to let loose and enjoy yourself. Obviously you get no sleep. By Sunday you shake off a hang over and to scramble to write your humor column, but halfway through you realize you don’t write the humor column. Now you don’t even get the satisfaction of publication.

Crumpling up your column, you vow to get even with that snot faced, dirty trick pulling Silence Doless if it’s the last thing you do. Unfortunately, Silence Doless does not appear on Facebook, nor is sdoles1@pride.hofstra.edu a valid email address, yet you swear to track him down regardless, even if it means resorting to the use of the extremely realistic drawing included in this column. But am I really to blame? The easy answer is yes, but the complex, subtle answer is no, which is my personal favorite.

That answer has a lot to do with being an overworked American, resorting priorities away from blind capitalism, and living better, more productive, and ultimately happier lives based around generous amounts of sleep for all.

I would explain all of that, but I’m way too tired.

The content isn’t too cringy on this one, so that’s good. There’s some structure and callbacks, so that’s nice. I never watched Family Matters, so I must have been latching on to that as a cultural reference everyone else would know. Is it funny? I certainly can’t say, which probably points to “no”.

[wrightfamilyweek]

ONLY ONE WEEK AWAY UNTIL OPENING NIGHT, FOLKS!

If you're still having trouble coming up with ideas, we've got some ideas to help kick start some inspiration!

(NOTE: these are all primarily about Trucy and Phoenix, you are welcome to include others if you'd like!)

We're looking forward to everyone's hard work!

JUNE 2ND: WELCOME TO THE FAMILY/ANCESTORS & DESCENDANTS: you can create something about phoenix getting ready for trucy's adoption, or trucy and phoenix getting ready to welcome someone into their family! Or, if you're coming for the second prompt, you can always highlight similarities between the Wright family and our Great Ace Attorney, explore the difference between the Wright family history vs the Gramarye family history, or you could throw in some OCs of Phoenix's extended family!

JUNE 3RD: you can explore Phoenix and Trucy influencing each other! Maybe Trucy teaching Phoenix how to spot certain tells, or teaching him how to hide his own! Or you can explore her learning about investigating from him. Or you can explore them slowly learning to understand each other better!

JUNE 4TH: Phoenix and Trucy have their own methods of detecting lies, but which one is better? You can always explore the difference in how, when, or why they use it! Or even a time when they use their lie detection on each other. Or, you can always just go crazy on symbolism!

JUNE 5TH: This day you can do whatever you want! Or you can always create something based on your favorite Wright Family quote (or moment, or anything!) If you're still having trouble, you can always make something based on an old prompt from previous years! We'll include a list at the end of this post.

JUNE 6TH: The Wrights are great at poker, poker involves bluffing, and usually gambling (even if there's no money involved!), and you have to mask your emotions so nobody calls you out! You can draw or write them playing poker, taking a risk away from the poker table, or the masks they wear to the outside world and how they break when it's just the two of them.

JUNE 7th: Onto something more mundane (and fun!) FOOD! Everyone enjoys a good meal, maybe Trucy and Phoenix work together to make a good meal, or the traditional stop to Guy Eldoons! And don't forget ACT II for the day! What kind of routines are part of their lives? You can harkin back to Eldoons, or something as simple as making sure they brush their teeth every day.

JUNE 8TH: How does Trucy and Phoenix's dynamic shift and change over the years, and how does it stay the same? From little changes like Trucy getting taller, or growing out her hair, to bigger changes like Phoenix starting the MASON system, or getting his badge back, or even the sudden shift in Zak Gramaryes death, and the sudden reappearance of Thalassa Gramarye. How do they deal with these sudden changes?

Prompts from previous years:

2021: Pride & Joy Investigating/Scheming & Hijinks Friends Love language Comfort/Light and Darkness

2022: Growing up/Biggest smiles Costume box & closet/Capcom cafe Working hard/Hardly working "But Trucy… Happy, smiling Trucy… She was my light." Trust / Protecttion Home / Vacation Extended family/Family resemblance

2023: Big Steps and little moments Rain and shine Illusion and truth Cards and chips Morning and night Spotlight and stage fright Pink and blue

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HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!

It's time to announce WRIGHT FAMILY WEEK 2024! Dates from June 2nd to June 8th. Make sure you tag your work with #WRIGHTWEEK24 so we can see it! And it never hurts to mention us in your work.

(alright, you can clap now!)

Prompts under the readmore, in case you'd like to copy and paste them!

june 2: welcome to the family/ancestors & descendants

june 3: learning/teaching

june 4: tells/locks

june 5: free day/quotes

june 6: bluff/gamble/masks

june 7: food/routines

june 8: change/consistent 

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"You feel better if you look better"

It's time for some 1940s Bucky (and stucky) insecurity theorizing(?)...

"You feel better if you look better," is a quote I've heard my entire life. The meaning is essentially, if you take pride in your appearance and put effort into making yourself look how to want to look you are way more likely to feel better about yourself. As opposed to not caring or thinking about what you look like and then throwing on whatever you have or maybe not showering, not brushing your teeth, or not getting haircuts, etc. (whatever hygiene/self care thing that comes to mind) then because of not doing those things, you think you don't like yourself, as opposed to realizing you're just not enjoying yourself as much as you could.

It crosses over heavily with the "dress for the job you want, not the job you have" idea in my head. All about self confidence and projection of who you are/who you want to be.

Anyway, I heard that quote again recently and instantly in my head I saw pre-war Bucky. I don’t know why. I just know I instantly saw Bucky, brown hair and pale gold skin, standing at the rusty, worn vanity in that tiny, original Brooklyn apartment they had together. Whistling a tune to himself, looking through a cracked mirror with flaking gold leaf edges (a hand-me-down from his Aunt) at his own reflection as he got ready to go out dancing on a Friday night. His heart thumping in his chest and his mouth practicing lazy, easy smiles with youth-plumped lips, soft from the vaseline he put on before bed last night.

And you know what I thought? What else I thought, other than Bucky combing his hair, practicing his lines, getting ready...

I thought about how we sometimes say in this fandom that Bucky accepted Steve post-serum so fast because now his outsides just match his insides and that he was happy (or he told himself he was happy) that now dames could see what he'd seen all along. Now that Steve's appearance matched his mind... maybe he'd get a gal to settle down with after the war (ignoring the strange heart break that Bucky felt even thinking that) and everything would be good. Him and his lady would have some blonde-haired, blue-eyed babies with cute crooked teeth and endearing lisps. Steve would paint in vivid, full color now they they fixed his eyes. He wouldn't instantly cough with the smell of paint thinner and sealant and have to crack the windows or face an asthma attack. His lady would cook mean dinners and would invite Bucky 'round for dinner, knowing Steve needs some companion other than his art and knowing that the kids love him so. Yeah. He'd get a gal... Life would be good. Steve would get what he deserved, not what other's handed off to him, bent and beat up from their own use. Second hand.

Steve would get what he deserved.

But do you ever think maybe Bucky dressed himself so nice, swaggering around and doing his hair just so with pomade, so, so charming all the time, mouth dripping in honey, because, yes, of course, it was part of social life/social performance at the time but also because he felt he couldn't ever be as golden as Steve was inside? He's gilded instead. Steve is a precious metal hidden in gritty dust, just needing a little shine. Bucky feels like he is dipped in gold and all dust and rock inside. The opposite. The moon to the sun. Lackluster once you have seen them both; the cold, shy moon always pales in comparison to the glorious flames and warmth of the sun.

Steve is so good and Bucky felt he wasn't so good, nowhere close, but, hey, he can dress well and talk well and distract himself from those feelings. He can distract everyone else from his short-comings with extra performance too.

And those feelings that get, oh, only about a million times worse after he returns from the shackles of death itself, from HYDRA, from being locked inside his own head, imprisoned and remade from the ashes of himself... only the same in vague outline. He returns quickly to the routine of grooming. Self-soothing in a way. And Steve sees Bucky being Bucky in these reforming patterns. So he is overjoyed with the new hair products cluttering their bathroom and the time Bucky spends in front of the mirror (nevermind the fact that when Bucky looks in the mirror he's seeing dark circles and pale skin and scars and the fragile amalgamation of a shattered, splintered man)...

Bucky eventually is able to indirectly admit these feelings and habits to his therapist. It is slowly and painfully dragged out of him, like wisdom teeth, broken into little peices and then still pried out with pliers because those feelings are stubborn, stuck in your jaw and aching. Part of your skeleton. You do not want to let them go.

After admittance, Bucky tries a new method of doing good for yourself to feel good about yourself that includes very similar routines but excludes the mirror. He doesn't often look at himself and he practices watching the way Steve looks at him rather than comparing himself to Steve's, well, everything. Because he is so... everything. So good at everything. Bucky can, maybe, be good at somethings too. He can learn.

(Psst, like this)

[aquaticrunner]

Modern Academic Rivals to Lovers | Edmund x Reader

Request by @generalblizzarddreamer : Hey love! I don't know if you're inspired to write Narnia right now but could I have academic rivals to lovers with Edmund Pevensie? Maybe Edmund could be a law student and the reader is a journalism major? Thanks so much if you do it! | Word count: 2.9K

A/N: I did not mean for this to come out so long but I loved the idea and just kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m so sorry it took so long but I’m finally out of school so I’m catching up on all my requests.

I stood up from the small desk I was sitting at in the university library and stretched my arms up above my head. I’d been sitting at this desk for at least two hours and still felt like I hadn’t made much progress on my project. I decided to go searching for some more sources and scanned the section closest to me. A book title on the top shelf caught my eye and I reached my hand up to grab it. Just as my fingers brushed the spine of the book, another hand reached over and swiped it. “Hey!” I shouted, immediately cringing at the loudness of my voice in the quiet library. I looked over at the thief who had taken my book. The guy seemed familiar like maybe we’d had a few classes together. He had dark, curly hair that had grown past his ears and an easy smile that probably made most people melt. 

“Hey yourself.” He said, chuckling as he started to walk away. I bit the side of my cheek in frustration and made the impulsive decision to follow him. “Excuse me, but I need that book.”

He stopped walking and smirked at me. Despite how attractive this boy was, it infuriated me. “Well, so do I.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I saw it first and there’s only one copy.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You saw it first? What is this, primary school?”

“Seriously? Just give me the book.”

I could see the smile in his eyes as he just looked at me and said, “No.” Then he turned around and walked away again.

I decided not to follow him this time and walked back to my desk, fuming the whole way there. He was the most arrogant and obnoxious guy I’d ever met and I didn’t even know his name. I tried to focus on my project again but gave up after about 30 minutes. I packed up my stuff and walked back to my dorm. When I made it back, I checked the time on my phone. It was only 8:15. Too early to go to sleep. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone until I saw my best friend’s name. I pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear. She answered after the first ring and asked what was up. “Do you wanna go out?”

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache and my mouth dry. I picked up the water bottle that I keep beside my bed but it was empty. I sighed and stood up. I ventured into my small kitchen area and filled up the bottle in the sink. As I drank the water, my mind drifted back to last night. My friend, Valerie, and I had gone to a small club and stayed out till about midnight. I had pretty much gotten over my encounter with that guy at the library. I looked at the clock at the wall and cursed when I realized that it was almost 7:30. I only had 15 minutes to get ready for my morning class. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and brushed my teeth. I rushed out the door, barely checking to see if I had the right notebook. I walked as fast as I could to the humanities building and breathed a sigh of relief when I made it with 3 minutes to spare. I took a seat in the front row where I always did and smiled at the boy that always sits next to me. I opened my backpack and grabbed my notebook, thankful that it was the right one. I opened the notebook to a blank page and sat a pencil next to it. I was waiting for the professor to walk in when someone else caught my eye. It was the boy from the library! So we do have a class together, I thought. I waited for him to see me but his eyes stayed focused on his path and he sat down in the middle row. I turned my head quickly in case he saw me looking at him. 

The professor walked in a minute later and I tried to refocus my mind on what he was teaching. This class was already boring to me. I knew that research and writing were important, but this class felt almost too basic. As the professor talked my mind drifted to the boy sitting behind me. I wondered if he had noticed me yet, if he was as bored as I was, or if he was paying attention and didn’t notice me at all. 

“Does anyone know the answer?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when the professor addressed the class and averted my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t call on me. “Anyone at all?”

“A research question is focused, complex, and arguable.” My eyes widened when I realized it was the boy from last night.

“Yes that is correct, Mr… ?”

“Pevensie, sir. Edmund Pevensie.”

The professor nodded and went back to lecturing. My eyes stayed glued to the boy, Edmund. His eyes snapped to mine and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks and I turned back to my notebook. Now he’s going to think I’m obsessed with him.

When the professor dismissed class after what felt like forever, I threw my stuff in my bag and rushed out of my seat. I made it out the door and thought I was clear and my path was blocked. “Excuse me.” I said, trying to get past.

“Avoiding someone?” His voice burned into my soul and I jumped back.

“No. I just have somewhere to be.” My eyes drifted up his chest as I leaned up to meet his eyes.

The corner of his mouth ticked up and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Right. I’m Edmund by the way. Figured I should introduce myself after you called me a thief.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are a thief. And I heard your name. Everyone in class did.”

This time, he smiled completely. “So…?”

I looked at him, unsure of what he was wanting. “So what?”

He stared at me blankly as if he was trying to figure out if I really didn’t know or if I was messing with him. “Your name?”

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” I don’t know why it surprised me that he wanted my name. Was he trying to be friends or something?

“Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N.” And with that he turned and walked away. Why is he always doing that?

I rolled my eyes as he left and walked back to my dorm, throwing my bag down in the living room. My roommate, Elle, walked out and raised her eyebrows at me. “Someone’s in a foul mood.”

“I am not!” I shouted defensively. She just looked at me and my shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I met this guy and he’s a total jerk.”

Her eyes lit up immediately. “You met a guy?”

“Seriously? That was not the important part of that sentence.”

She laughed. “Well I can’t remember the last time you said the words “met a guy.”” She said, using air quotes around my words. 

I sighed and walked into my room, looking over my schedule for the day. I had one more class and a club meeting later that day. 

“Hey would you wanna grab lunch before my next class?” I asked her, walking back into the living room.

She shrugged, “Sure. I have nothing better to do.”

We ate in the campus cafeteria and I went to my corporate communication class. Now I was on my way to one of the meeting rooms on campus for a debate club meeting. It was my first time joining a club and I was definitely nervous. 

I walked up the stairs of the building and into the room that was on the announcement. A tall girl greeted me at the door with a large smile. “Hi! Are you here to join the debate team?” Her enthusiasm was almost scary but I smiled back and nodded as she handed me an instruction packet. “Great! Feel free to sit anywhere.” I thanked her and took a seat near the middle. Normally I liked to sit in the front but I was a little too nervous tonight.

I looked around for anyone I might know and noticed a familiar boy with dark, curly hair. You have to be kidding me. Ever since our interaction at the library Edmund seemed to be everywhere I was.

He was busy talking to a group of kids at the back of the room. He caught my eye and waved at me with a smirk on his face. I clenched my jaw and turned back around, facing the front of the room.

The girl who greeted me when I walked in had now moved to stand behind a small podium. She cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention and I sat up a little straighter in my chair. She spent the next hour describing what the debate club was like, our meeting schedule, and how often we attend competitions. “Now there is a sign-up sheet being passed around. Please write your name and phone number on the sheet.” She handed the clipboard with the sheet on it to the boy on my left and he handed it to me when he was done. I wrote what she instructed and passed it to my right, not paying attention to who was beside me. Once everyone was done she announced that the meeting was over and we would receive a message for our next meeting time. I sighed and stood following the small crowd out the door.

“Hey Y/N!” I looked to see who was calling my name and of course it was Edmund. 

I kept walking, pretending I hadn’t heard him, but he caught up to me almost immediately. “Hey, I didn’t know you were interested in debate.”

I shrugged, “Well you don’t really know that much about me at all.”

He put his hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Ouch. You wound me.”

I smiled condescendingly. “I try.”

“You don’t like me, do you?” He asked.

“I don’t have any feelings toward you.” I said in response.

“Riiight. Is this about the book?” 

I sighed. “No. I don’t care about some stupid book. Look, it's late and I have to go. Bye.”

I walked away from him and headed back to my dorm for the night, trying to concentrate on my project. 

The rest of the week went by quickly with limited interactions between Edmund and me. Finally, it was Friday and I was ready to take a break. However, before I did that I needed to buckle down and finish the project that I had been procrastinating. I packed my stuff up and drove to the library. I spent hours there and by the time I finished, it was dark outside. I packed my stuff up and stopped by the vending machine on my way out. I reached the doors and pushed, but was surprised when they didn’t open. I pushed again and started to get nervous when they still didn’t open. Maybe there’s another exit. I walked away from the doors and searched the perimeter of the library looking for another set of doors. When I didn’t find any, I walked to the center of the library where the help desk was located. “Hello?” I said, hoping someone would answer me.

I heard a voice from behind me, “Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here.” I cringed, knowing who it was going to be before I even turned around.

I slowly turned to face him. “It’s starting to look that way.”

“Do you have your phone?” He asked me.

“No. I leave it in my car when I’m studying. Don’t you have one?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.

He waved it in front of me, looking annoyed. “It’s dead.”

I wanted to bang my head against a wall. “Great,” I said sarcastically. 

“Maybe we can use the library phone?” He suggested and I nodded, walking around to the other side of the desk.

I picked it up and attempted to dial a number. Instead of hearing the phone ringing, all I heard was constant beeping. I groaned when I read the inscription at the bottom of the phone. 

Edmund leaned over. “What is it?”

“This phone only connects to other phones in the building. No one else is going to be here at this hour.”

“Well, guess we better make ourselves comfortable.” He took a seat on one of the couches and propped his feet up on a nearby table.

I took a deep breath and sat down in a chair across from the couch. 

He stared at me from across the table and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me?” I finally asked.

He shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out why you don’t like me.”

“By staring at me?”

Edmund laughed and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease just a bit.

“So are you going to tell me or not?” He asked me.

I bit my lip nervously. This is going to be a long night. “I never said I didn’t like you.”

“So you’re acting like this because you do like me.”

“No!”

“So you’re rude to everyone?”

“I am not rude! I don’t dislike you. I just have no interest in talking to you.” I finally said.

“Why not? I’m hilarious.” 

I snorted in response. “I doubt that.”

“You’re judging me based on one interaction. That hardly seems fair.” He said. I looked away, not wanting to admit that he might be right.

“Well it was one rude interaction. First impressions matter.” I said in my defense.

“Okay, well I’m sorry I took the book you wanted. I needed it for a project.”

“So did I.”

He laughed, but it sounded dry. “Whatever.”

I bit my lip, guilt starting to settle in my stomach. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have judged you so fast. Maybe we could be friends?” I asked.

He half-smiled and I felt slightly relieved. “We can be friends.”

I smiled at him for what felt like the first time and he smiled back.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” He said, sitting up suddenly.

“What?”

“Twenty questions. I ask you a question and then you ask me one.” 

I curled my hair around my finger nervously. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You can ask me first.”

I sighed, knowing there was nothing else to do anyway. “Fine. What’s your major?”

Edmund laughed. “Okay, starting off easy. I’m pre-law. What’s yours?”

“Journalism.” He nodded, and I sat for a moment, thinking of my next question. “What’s your family like?”

Edmund smiled and his fondness for them was written clearly all over his face. “I have two sisters and a brother. Lucy and I are the youngest and then Susan and Peter. We’re all really close. I don’t get to see them as often as I like but we text all the time.”

I smiled, surprised at such a genuine response. He cleared his throat and then asked his next question. “What’s your favorite food?”

I laughed and tried to think of a genuine answer. “Pizza. Yours?”

Edmund thought for a moment. “I love anything sweet. Why are you majoring in journalism?”

“Well… I’d like to have an impact on the world. I like discovering the truth and telling real stories. Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

“To defend those who can’t defend themselves, obviously.” He said, jokingly.

I laughed again and thought of my next question. Edmund and I spent the rest of the night talking and laughing. I had seriously misjudged him. He was actually very pleasant to be around. Eventually, we fell asleep and when the librarian woke us up the next morning I was embarrassed to find that Edmund and I had moved together in our sleep. The librarian apologized profusely for not checking before she locked up and then Edmund and I were on our way out of the library.

He walked me to my car and I grabbed his arm before he turned to leave. “Thank you.”

He looked at me curiously. “For what?”

“For making last night a little better. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been locked in by myself.” In a moment of bravery, I leaned forward and hugged him.

Edmund hugged back and I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and his heart beating in his chest.

I leaned back slowly and Edmund kept his arms around me.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I nodded and Edmund leaned forward, immediately capturing my lips with his. The kiss was passionate and I could’ve sworn I saw literal sparks. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but I was sure it wasn’t long enough. He leaned his forehead against mine and I smiled at the closeness.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” He asked me.

“I would love to.”

He kissed me on the cheek then began to walk back to his car. 

“Hey Edmund!” I called. He turned back to face me. “Thanks for stealing my book.” A smile broke out on his gorgeous face and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Anytime.”

[mrs-march-ahs]

What The Evans Are Like With Kids

This post pairs nicely with savanionie blanque Sauvignon Blanc, and even nicer with my existing post, What Would Evans Call Their Kids? It’s a very old post of mine so it’s short and not very detailed, but sweet nevertheless.

This wasn’t requested but I thought it’d be a cute idea, having baby fever recently :) This is my first time writing for Pietro so feel free to tell me if you hated it and I should never write for him again, still figuring things out!

Enjoy! <3

Tate Langdon

-A big kid himself

-Finds things in common with them

-Always answers the toy phone when given

-Whenever you go to the park or beach together, he loves looking at kids play

-Might even help a kid build a sandcastle

-But also would be upset if the kid build a better sandcastle than him

-The type of person to pull faces at a baby if they’re in front of you at a queue

His kids -Always cuddling and kissing them, kind of needy -Absolutely always wanting to hold his kids’ hand -Tells them he loves them on a daily -Loves taking care of his kids, giving them baths or feeding them -Will complain to them about how stinky they are if he changes a diaper -Loves laying with his face on/against your belly when you’re pregnant -Because he’s so insecure, he’d hate for his kids to be insecure too so he tells them any chance he gets that they are incredible, unique, and can achieve anything

Kit Walker

-Holds their hands and spins them around

-Picks them up and throws them all the time

-Ruffles the kids’ hair

-If you go over to a friend’s house who has kids, he doesn’t mind if the kid wants to follow him around

-Kids overall love Kit, because he’s a big kid himself

His kids -Overall, the best dad ever -Cuddles them every night before bed -On a regular, he gets them ready for bed in pyjamas with teeth brushed, and then holds them on his lap on the sofa until they fall asleep, before carrying them to their own bed -The kids come crawl in bed with you and Kit in the mornings -Loves dancing and singing and being active with his kids -The most loving and protective dad ever if the kids are sick -Will drive or walk in the storm hail and snow to get your kids medicine if they need it, or even McDonalds to cheer them up

Franken Kyle

-Doesn’t like sharing his things

-Isn’t particularly patient either

-Not that bad at playing with kids every so often, but can’t take care of them since he’s a kid himself

-Silently sits with the kid of your friend and plays trains with them, making little choo choos together

-However, if the kid just gets up and walks away, Kyle will stay and play by himself fine

His kids -If you were to have kids with Franken Kyle, you would have to accept that Kyle wouldn’t be much of a help -Kyle in himself is a big toddler who has to be taken care of -You were especially scared of Kyle being aggressive and flip out around the child or that he would accidentally hurt them -But when you were giving birth (in the academy, because you couldn’t make it to the hospital since Kyle can’t drive and you’re in labour), Kyle was actually helpful -He may have not completely understood what was happening or why you were screaming and crying, but he knew you were in pain and he didn’t like it -He held your hand and stroked your hair through the whole labour, whether you wanted it or not -You held the baby first and Kyle sat by your side and just looked at them, intrigued but slightly confused -Overtime he warmed up to the baby and helped you whenever he could, going downstairs to get a bottle for you, picking up toys after the baby, eventually learning how to change a diaper with you or bottle feed them -If you breast feed, Kyle definitely wants a sippy sip too -They’re his boobs, he cannot understand why he can’t get a sippy sip of your milk -Eventually you sat him down very carefully and calmly, and got him to hold the baby -Once he starts holding and carrying the baby, you’ll have to pry that cuddle buddy out of Kyle’s hands

Jimmy Darling

-When there’s kids at the circus, he asks them if they’re strong enough to pull his fingers apart

-Picks them up and throws them up in the air just to see their parents be scared

-Never wants to scare or intimidate children, so he’ll squat when talking to them

-Will avoid showing his hands if he can, to make sure they don’t get scared

-Loves to show kids magic tricks

-Probably has sweets in his pocket just in case a kid comes to the circus

His kids -When you’re pregnant, even if you sneeze, Jimmy is full alert -Nervous as hell when you’re giving birth -Scared for you, the baby, and the baby’s hands -Relieved if they have normal hands -Apologises to you if they don’t, so you have to console him and tell him how much you love his hands regardless -Incredibly protective of his kids, wouldn’t let anybody make them feel inferior for anything different about them -His kids would be athletic like he was when he was a child -Would cling onto his leg and he’d walk around with them, pretending he’s looking for them and doesn’t see them -Puts them on his shoulders and runs around so they feel tall -But holds them extra tight -Makes lots of dad jokes and laughs at them, making his kids groan

James March

-Doesn’t really have a ‘baby voice’

-Occasionally looks after Holden or Scarlett, so they play card games and do more mature things together

-Uncle James has definitely taken Scarlett and Holden out trick or treating

His kids -Mine and James’ daughter is called April -No I do not take constructive criticism -I think he’d only want one child so they can be his whole world -Their designated place is on his hip -That type of stereotypical dad who doesn’t let his little girl near any boys whatsoever -Kills the boy who takes his teen daughter’s virginity -Reads with his kids a lot -Has dinner with them and talks to them about all sorts of things -Wants them to be wise and inquisitive -Their birthday parties take up the whole hotel

Edward Mott

-Utterly disgusted at children

-Doesn’t want them

-Doesn’t want them in his house

-Doesn’t want them near him or his incredible and sophisticated art

Kai Anderson

-Treats them like small people, so he will not talk to any child in a baby voice, though he will alter his voice a little bit and use words they can understand

-Prefers 4+ year olds so you can have an actual conversation with them

-He’d never sit and talk about how cute a baby is, but does find them very cute

-Think about when he quoted Tolstoy and Oz thought he said Toy Story, he exhaled and clearly found it cute

His kids -Likes watching Disney films and then talking to his kid about it, curious to know which character they liked, what they should’ve done instead etc -Like being sporty with his kids -In a lot of ways, he would treat his girls similarly to the way he’d treat his sons, because he’d want his girls to be strong and manly in a way -All play football together -When playing games, Kai would never let his kids win on purpose -Definitely teaches his kids how to play chess -Incredibly strict -Lies to his kids a lot and makes sure they think that everything that Kai says is the holy grail -Makes up stories and reasons as to why they have to do what he says - “Daddy why do I have to go to bed alreadyyy?” “Because it’s 8pm” “Sooooo” “Didn’t you know? It’s illegal for people under 15 to stay up past 8pm, let’s get you in pyjamas before the police comes” -Might even call Samuels to make his point stronger -The kids always fall asleep before 8 -Kai’s Preganant S/O Headcannons

Pietro

-Similarly to Kit, he likes kids and kids like him

-Probably because they’re both big kids

-Teaches them swear words and helps them to cause mischief

-Fun uncle obviously

His kids -He was probably a little scared about having a baby, but got more and more excited over time -Talks to the baby all the time and has lots of little nicknames for them -Wants them to walk ASAP -Once they’re not a newborn anymore, takes them everywhere with him -Very specific but, whenever he’s walking down the street with them, holds their hand as they walk on a wall -They’re his new little best friend so he wants to do everything with them -They help pack their own lunch and he gives them twinkies and other things they shouldn’t eat

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