#why yes I am procrastinating right now what gave it away?

[eatrockstheyrock]

Concept for all you writers out there. Wolverines (the animal) naturally secrete a foul smelling oder from their anal glands when provoked or frightened, now imagine Logan comes home to live with Wade and he absolutely stinks. Like seriously, not even the fanciest of soaps keep the smell away for long. And then all of a sudden, one day after a few months of living together the smell suddenly goes away. Wade doesn’t know why but yippee I guess, no more stink, and then one day he does Google it to figure out what that smell was and realises the smell stopped because Logan finally felt fully comfortable living with Wade.

And maybe he makes fun of him a little bit or he never tells anyone and uses the smell to gauge Logan’s actual emotions.

[sunnytyun]

"I kinda like it when you waste my time, 'cause it means I get to look in those eyes."

Waste My Time —Johnny Orlando

Niki X fem! reader

Warnings: strong language

Genre: fluff

"Niki! Come on!"

You rolled your eyes at the annoying shrieking voice coming from behind your desk. You returned your gaze to your best friend who sat in front of you leaning on your desk, her chair turned backwards so she could face you.

"Are you not going to do anything about it?" Your best friend, Eunchae, asked you, and you gave her a heated glare, shaking your head. "Oh, come on, Niki looks uncomfortable!" She shrieked at you.

You sighed, swirling your neck backwards so you could see what Eun was talking about. Niki indeed looked uncomfortable as he kept trying to lean away from the annoying girl's reach. You turned back around. "Well, if he's so uncomfortable, then he should ask her to leave by himself." You said, ignoring the pang of jealousy in your heart.

"Need I remind you that you like him."

"So what?"

"So?!" She shrieked again, lowering her voice once she realised that she had caught attention from some students. "So? Why don't you do anything about it? You've been head over heels for this guy since like middle school. And very frankly, I'm sick of you crying about how pretty he is everyday."

She was right. You were head over heels for Niki for a long time now. It had all started on that one day in middle school when your homeroom teacher made him your seat partner. You could remember it all too well how kind he had been with you, how he lent you his book and got scolded by the teacher, when you were the one who deserved the scolding. You had a soft spot for him since that day. But as time passed, Niki stopped sitting with you and soon became a lot popular, unlike you. You guys couldn't even be officially friends.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Go rescue him! Don't waste my time."

"I'm wasting your time?" You gasped in an offended manner. "Eun, do me a favor and shut up."

"Yes, I'll shut up. 'Cause that's what I always do. I always shut up." She muttered in anger. "But just so you know, there are many girls in line. It's not very far away when he'll have a girlfriend of his own, and guess what? You won't be her."

No matter how much it hurt when she said it, you couldn't help but agree to her words. She was right. You had been pining over Niki from such a long time, and he doesn't even acknowledge your existence. Maybe if you had been the one to strike a conversation, things might have been different right now. He might have been yours. But you just kept procrastinating in the fear of rejection. What if he doesn't like me back?, you always thought, what if he starts ignoring me. Thoughts like these always held you back.

"He probably won't even like me back. He's the popular guy, and not to mention how rude and cold he is." You said, partly to yourself. "He probably doesn't even remember my name."

"You're a loser." Eunchae spoke, rolling her eyes and turning her chair back to face her desk. You were definitely hurt by her unhinged accusations towards you. Your best friend had just called you a loser, and that too seriously. But was she wrong? You were such a coward.

"Fine, then." You huffed angrily, grabbing the back of Eunchae's hair and tugging to bring your mouth closer to her ear. You ignored her whine, completing your sentence. "I'll rescue him."

Your best friend didn't know where this sudden confidence had arose from, but she wasn't going to question it. Actually, she was too happy to question it. It had been long enough already, and it wasn't even like you were a shy introvert. You were bubbly and outgoing, only the fear rejection held you back. But not anymore.

You stood up from your seat, ignoring the encouraging chants of your best friend from behind you as you walked towards Niki's seat. The annoying girl, whose name you still couldn't remember, was still sitting beside Niki— too close for your liking.

"Niki-ya! Let's go out somet—"

"Hi, Niki." You cut the annoying girl off. Niki and the girl looked up at you at the interference, and you could swear you saw an ounce of relief on the boy's face as he noticed your presence. Jesus Christ, how uncomfortable was she making him?

"Yes?" He asked you, taking in your smile.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, raising a rude brow at your uninvited arrival.

You didn't even switch your gaze from Niki to her as you spoke. "I was talking to Niki."

Before she could protest against my answer, Niki beat her to it, starting to speak to you to avoid sitting with her for any longer. She was frustrating him. "What were you here for, Y/N?" He asked, making your heart skip a beat as he said your name so sweetly. You thought he wouldn't even remember your name, but he proved you wrong, and this was the first time you were so happy about being proved wrong. You cleared your throat nonetheless, ignoring the sudden zoo in your stomach.

"I was here to ask you about the project. Do we start working on it now? It's a free period after all." You said. Niki was confused by your words. What project were you talking about? His furrowed brows told you that he was being too dense to take a hint.

"What project?" He asked.

"Oh, come on, silly." You smacked his shoulder lightly, acting friendly. "Our history project, what else?"

He seemed to have caught on with your act, because his face lit up suddenly, and he chuckled in acknowledgement. "Yeah, right— our.. our history project." He let out. "I think we should start right now. I heard the deadline was next week."

"But— we had plans?" The annoying girl spoke but Niki had already stood up, hanging his schoolbag on his shoulder. Niki completely ignored her, acting like he couldn't hear her voice as you picked up your schoolbag as well.

"Let's go then, partner." He muttered under his breath, catching you by surprise as he grabbed your wrist and hurriedly took you out of the classroom. You could still hear the girl calling for Niki but he didn't seem to care at all. The only thing he seemed to be focused on was getting out of there as soon as possible.

As soon as the both of you stepped outside of the classroom and started walking in the busy hallways, he let go of your wrist, turning to look at you. You stared back for a few moments, waiting for him to call you stupid and walk away, but much to your surprise, that never happened. Instead, your childhood crush let out a small laugh, taking in your closed state.

"Why do you look so scared?" He grinned at you. You couldn't answer, you were too flushed to even do that. The pace of your heartbeat kept increasing the longer he looked at you with that contagious smile of his. When you still didn't reply, his smile dropped and he leaned down to match your height, now too close to your face. "I'm talking to you." He said.

But how could you respond? You had felt too confident when you agreed to rescue him but now that he was beaming down at you and standing so close, you couldn't find it in yourself to respond to anything he said. Ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks at such a fast pace, you realised that you had to say something and that he won't wait forever. He was too popular to just stand here and watch you being stupid.

"I— I guess I'll leave then." You gave him a small smile, walking away from the awkward scene. Niki was confused, standing there like a deer struck in the headlights. She's kinda weird, he thought to himself. But not even a second later, he smiled automatically. But she's cute weird.

Without thinking twice about it, Niki made a slow run to get to you, grabbing your wrist once he did. You were sure your face would be looking like a tomato by now from how hard you were blushing. You were scared to turn around and face him, if you stayed any longer in his presence then you might explode from the butterflies he was causing you.

"Wait." He said, and you bit your lip, slowly turning around to face him. "You rescued me, so I owe you now."

"It's okay." You smiled. "You owe me nothing."

"Niki?" The muffled voice of the same girl from before was heard and both of you became aware, looking at each other with wide and confused eyes, conversing silently to confirm if you both heard the same thing or not. When you nodded at him with an amusing smile on your face, he huffed, making a run for it again.

"She's so annoying." He let out with hushed breaths as the both of you ran, your wrist still captive in his large hand.

"What's her name anyway?" You said while running, feeling his hand slipping down your wrist and latching onto your fingers. You tried not to let out a shriek of excitement from the gesture. Your crush was holding your hand. Your crush was holding your hand!

"I don't know. I zoned out after two minutes of her talking." He let out a breathy chuckle, your steps slowing down as the both of you reached a secluded corner where no other student stood, it was just you and him.

"Oh God, I'm so not athletic for running that much." You whined, huffing out harsh breaths, one of your hands on your knees while the other stayed in his grip. He chuckled at your answer, leaning his head against the wall behind him. Once you regained your breath again, you leaned your head back on the wall just beside Niki, your hands still intertwined.

"Do you wanna skip school?" He asked out of the blue, making you turn to him, only to find him looking down at you already. You had never skipped school before, so you found it hard to give him a positive response. But on the other hand, you wanted to be like a normal girl and say yes to spending more time with your crush. And so you decided.

Fuck being a good girl for once.

"Sure."

"What?" Niki was shocked by your reply. He didn't expect you to say yes to the offer, and how could he? You were such a good girl— turning in your classwork in due time, always showing up to class early, being soft spoken and what not. But none of this meant that you were uptight or shy, you also had a full-time job as a class clown. You were funny and bubbly, you were like a ray of sun that lost its way and somehow reappeared as a small fluttery girl. You were so perfect, that sometimes he had to remind himself that people like you could actually exist.

"I said, sure. Let's do it." You were grinning now, adrenaline pumping as you realised this was going to be first time experience for you. You had always wanted to ditch this boring school mid-day and leave for some ice-cream, but you held yourself back in fear of getting caught.

"C— cool." He stuttered out, nodding his head, getting out of the shock.

"But how do we get out?" You asked.

"Leave that to me." He grinned back at you, starting to walk again, your hand still stuck in his. You had no option but to let him drag you along wherever he was going. "I've done this a lot of times before."

A gasp shot out from your mouth at the information. "And you never got caught?" You asked.

"No... I mean, mostly, I don't get caught. But I did get caught once or twice." You wanted to laugh at how you couldn't feel anxiety brewing at his words. He confessed to this being a risk, but this time you were willing to take it.

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"I can't climb this!" You protested as he threw his bag on the other side of the tall wall. He waved you off, focusing on throwing your schoolbag next.

"I'll help." He smiled at you, sending a small wink afterwards. You tried not to throw up from the amount of butterflies you were feeling in that moment. Did he just— wink at you?

"It's not that, it's just..." It was embarrassing to even say it, and the way he was looking at you curiously, awaiting an explanation, it made you want to cower away back into your classroom.

"Just what?" His voice dropped a few decibels, now starting to sound more deep and serious.

"I'm—" You tried to speak, but your ears were turning red at the thought of saying this to him. "I'm wearing a skirt."

"Oh." was the only thing he could say, his own cheeks getting redder by the second. He wanted to slap himself for cornering you into such an awkward situation. "I— I won't look." He stuttered out, and you fumbled with your fingers behind your back, looking up at him. "I'll close my eyes." He gave you an awkward toothy smile.

"Promise?" You let out, pointing a finger towards him. He nodded softly, closing his eyes instantly, making you smile. God, how had you never known that Niki was such a goofball? How had you assumed that he was cold?

He joined his hands and leaned down so he could help you climb the wall, his eyes still closed. "You ready?" He asked, struggling a bit with his eyes shut but he wouldn't dare to open his eyes, not when you were trusting him like this.

"Yes." You said quietly, placing your right foot on his joined hands, your other foot stepping on a crack in the wall. Soon enough, you climbed the wall, jumping off on the other side with a small squeak.

"You okay?" You could hear him from the other side as you picked both the bags off of the ground. You yelled back a 'yeah', waiting for him to get here already. You heard fumbling on the other side and soon enough, he was jumping off the wall to join you.

Both of you grinned at each other at the successful escape from the cell called school.

"Let's go then." He reached out for your hand, holding it again. He just couldn't let go of your hand, it was too comfortable for him to let go. He loved the feeling of your small hand enclosed in his large one. Your hands weren't necessarily small, they were quite big actually, but his masculine enlarged hands made them look so small.

"Where?" You asked, walking with him hand-in-hand. You wondered what other people would think if they saw the both of you like this, would they think you are a couple? Even the thought made you happy.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Just wanna hang out with you."

Blood rushed to your cheeks at his comment. "With me?" You talked, keeping your tone cool.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since we hung out." He smiled at you, tightening his grip around your fingers and making your heart flutter. "Remember middle school? When we used to sit together?"

"Of course. How could I forget?" You chuckled to yourself, taking in the fact that he actually remembered you. You had thought he wouldn't due to the fact that he basically ignored you after your seating plans changed and you started to sit with Eunchae. Okay, fine, maybe "ignore" was a big word to describe it, the word "busy" might be right. Because it seemed like he got too busy to even maintain eye contact with you, too busy being the hot and popular guy.

"I thought—" He bit his lip. "I thought you wouldn't remember."

"I wouldn't remember?" You scoffed. "Weren't you the one too busy being everyone's school crush to remember me? I thought you wouldn't remember."

"Why wouldn't I?" He laughed, before his tone lowered. "You're not easy to forget." He had said it quietly, in hopes that you wouldn't hear. But you did. You heard it. Even if you were trying hard not to show that you did, you had heard it as clear as a day.

So that's how time slipped, with the both of you walking around the city mindlessly, nothing on your minds when you had the company of each other. You both shared your experiences of life after middle school, raced a hundred metres (which ended up in him letting you win because you were too cute), and now you both were finally sitting down on a park bench.

"Do you want ice-cream?" He asked out of the blue, loosening his school tie.

"Sure." I smiled at him. When he stood up, you stopped him. "Hey, Niki, can I use your phone for a moment? I forgot mine with Eun."

"Yeah, go ahead." He nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone to give it to you. You thanked him politely before he walked away.

You opened the contacts, dialing your best friend's number. You decided it would be safe if you could explain to Eunchae where you were so she could back you up at school. You knew you didn't have to put her up to it, she would do it by herself, but still.

An eyebrow raised when you saw that Niki already had her contact saved by her name. Another thought came to your mind from this, what if he had your number saved too? You had his number saved in your phone, and you were curious to know if he had done the same. So, curiosity took the better of you and you forgot all about informing Eun, dialling your own number in his phone.

Your eyes widened at the sight that came after that. He indeed had your number saved, but that was not even the shocking part. The shocking part was the way he had saved your contact. It was saved by your first name, with a '<3' at the end. He had put a heart in front of your name. Why had he put a heart in front of your name?

Still recovering from the shock of this, you pressed the back button a bit too many times, which ended up in you accidentally clicking on the photos app. You were sure that if your eyes got any wider, they would fall out of your sockets. But you weren't worried about that right now, what you were worried about was your poor heart because it seemed like it was planning to jump out of your chest with the way it was beating so hard.

He had a folder by your name. And all it contained were pictures of the both of you together, some of you alone. All the pictures were from middle school when we sat together. Some included the selfies he took with you, while some included candid pictures of you as you sat quietly and listened to the teacher. It even contained a picture of you sleeping, a cheek pressed against the wooden desk and lips slightly parted while you were lost in your slumber. You were so dumb to forget how much Niki liked to click pictures of anything possible.

You tried to manipulate yourself into thinking that it was just a hobby he had and he probably has a folder with everyone else too. But when you searched for any other folder in name of someone else, you were proven wrong. There was no other folder of anyone seperate. It was you. Only you.

"Hey, I forgot to ask what flavour you want—"

A shriek left your mouth at the interruption, and you looked up to see Niki standing there, his eyes wide at the reaction you just gave him. He was confused as to why you were acting so shocked, but when he saw his phone in your hand, the gears in his mind turned.

Oh no, he thought, did she see it?

"I didn't mean to— it's just— my hand slipped." You let out with every ounce of urgence in you, standing up and offering his phone back to him. "And I might've just seen how you saved my contact and that you have a folder dedicated to me but nothing else, I swear." You wanted to slap yourself for talking too much, but you couldn't just stop sputtering nonsense.

"Oh my God, Y/N, please don't think of me as a creep, I was just—" His face was becoming red in embarassment. His crush had just seen the things he had on his phone, it was downright humiliating. "I don't know how to explain it. Y/N, don't get me wrong here, I know it may seem creepy but— shit— You know what? You can think of me as a creep, so let's just ignore each other until school ends then we'll just go to college and you will never have to look at me again. I just like you so so so much, but I guess I'll live with it—"

"I like you."

"And then I can just kill mys— wait, what?" His eyes were widened as he finally stopped talking rubbish. What had you just said? Were you trying to murder the poor guy?

"I said I like you." I smiled up at him. "I've liked you since middle school." You were shocked at your own words, but you were feeling too confident to stop now that you had seen how much of a coward your crush was. You had thought that you were the one with the fear of rejection, turns out Niki was the one who was afraid.

"R— really?" He stuttered out, not believing what he was hearing.

"Yeah, r— really." You mocked him, watching as he rolled his eyes slightly at the mimicry. "God, and I thought I was a coward. You're even a bigger coward than me, Nishimura Riki. Couldn't you have just told me? Was it that hard?"

"You're one to talk." His brows creased as he stared at you accusingly. "If you liked me since middle school, couldn't you have told me? You are such a hypocrite."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I was too afraid that you would reject me. It's not like you had girls all around you anyway." I rolled my eyes, feeling jealousy brewing at you at the thought.

He liked it so much when you got all jealous and defensive. "Don't act all jealous now." He pointed a finger in your face.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll kiss you." He smirked at the shocked expression on your face before you regained yourself, looking up in his eyes with such a pretty look. He loved your pretty doe eyes staring into his, your nose and cheeks turning red from the mere thought of kissing him, and your tempting lips begging to be ruined.

"Then do it." You spoke quietly, stepping closer to him so that the heels of his converse touched yours and his hand inched to touch your face.

"Fuck it." was the only thing he let out before your world came crashing down along with his lips on yours. His hand found your cheek, cupping it while he slowly moved his lips against yours. Your hand was on his waist, crumpling his shirt as you held it in your fist. Your stomach was filled with butterflies as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him back easily.

He only kissed you shortly, pulling away slowly to look at your face. You lowered yourself back on your feet, staring up at him with a small smile automatically taking over your features. He smiled back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Chocolate." You said.

His smile dropped at your words. "What?" He asked.

"I want chocolate ice-cream." I grinned at him.

"Oh." He chuckled. "Right. Ice-cream." He stepped away from you, running a hand through his hair and walking away to the icecream parlour. But before he could even take two steps, you laughed, grabbing his wrist and turning him around.

He didn't get to react as you took a hold of his tie, yanking it down, making his lips crash down on yours. He hummed in surprise against your lips, taking a few seconds to relax down and close his eyes, melting into your touch.

This might just be the start of a beautiful love story.

[pillow-talk-and-sleepy-cuddles]

Scar helping with Grian's first heat was cute as hell, dude is so gentle and reasonable for his lil bird. But...

What about omega Scar and alpha Grian?

omega Scar and alpha Grian... ohh i have something. obviously not in the same au but. As a side note, in this au they’ve been dating for a while and have helped each other through heats/ruts before.

it's no secret that Scar is an omega. it's also no secret to Grian that he is going into heat soon. his boyfriend has been more clingy recently, insisting that he stays close by, staying snuggled up to him and scenting him whenever possible. him finding Scar fixing up their nest(a task Grian usually did because of his avian instincts) further solidified that fact. and with how Scar looked at him when he realized Grian was watching... well he knew there was little time to spare before Scar went into heat. he had procrastinated on getting ready for as long as possible and now he was operating down to the wire.

Grian approaches the nest, asking if he can enter. Scar hesitates for a moment, quickly moving a few blankets and pillows into the “right” place before nodding. Grian steps in and sits and Scar is immediately at his side, cuddling up to him and placing his head on top of Grian’s. Grian wraps a wing around Scar, preparing himself to break Scar’s heart when he has to move in just a moment to prepare a heat box.

Scar moves his head down to Grian’s neck after a moment of silence, nuzzling into his scent gland and taking deep breaths. Grian puts a hand in Scar’s hair and another on his back, pulling him closer and Scar lets out a pleased noise at the moment. Grian takes a second to relish in the moment before he sighs and speak. “Scar… your heat is starting soon, isn’t it?”

Scar pulls away from Grian’s neck with a grumble, and at first Grian can see thoughts of mischief and playing dumb forming in his head, but upon seeing the worried frown on Grian’s face he quickly turns serious, reluctantly pulling away from Grian, but reaching out to grip his hands. “Why, yes G, I am going into heat soon! Why do you ask? Do ya wanna join me for it?”

Well, he wouldn’t be Scar if he wasn’t a little unserious about something, Grian supposed. Grian gave his hands a squeeze as he chuckled. “Yes, I’d love to join you. But-“

“Oh G, surely you can pull yourself away from building for a week for lil old me, right?” Scar interrupted Grian, his grip tightening on his hands as he cuddled back against him, nuzzling against his scent gland again. He gently rutted his clothed dick against Grian’s side and the scent of his preheat got heavier in the air, stronger as it started to edge into territory of being a heat scent. “It’ll be just us. Alone in our nest, spending all - ah - our days and nights together. It’ll be great!”

Grian felt his body heating up as it reacted to the preheat heat scent filling the air and Scar’s now hard on being rubbed against him, he felt slick pooling between his legs and fought the urge to bring one of his hands down to rub at his dick through his pants. Scar was still grinding against his leg even as he stopped trying to needlessly convince Grian to stay with him with sweet words and propositions, the omega moaning softly into his neck as he breathed in his scent. Grian released Scar’s hands, moving them to rest on his head and back. “Scar - I’m not leaving - I’m staying with you for your heat. First we just gotta get ready, we gotta get the box ready.”

Scar slows his needy grinds, but doesn’t completely stop, pulling away from Grian’s neck with a charming smile. “Good choice, good choice! Glad I could - mm, so good - convince ya to stay! But do we really need the box? I think we’d still do amayzingly without it.”

Grian saw clearly through Scar’s attempts of convincing him even as the scent of his heats rose, and it was… pretty clear what the effects of both being so close to Grian, an alpha, and getting aroused was doing to him - accelerating the arrival of his heat. Grian moved his hands to Scar’s hips, gently nudging him away from him. “Scar. Don’t even joke about that. We both know if we don’t gave the box ready nog only will you not be satisfied but also we’ll both starve or thirst to death or we’ll have to invite a beta over who has a good chance of being mauled by one of us. So get off me for a second and let me get everything ready and we can cuddle until you go into heat, yeah?”

Scar grumbles something about how unfair this is but backs off anyways and allows Grian to stand, following him around and clinging to his side as Grian prepares everything. He slowly falls more and more into his heat, the heat scent in the air becoming almost unbearable to Grian until he finally finishes and lets Scar dragged him to their nest.

Within seconds both of their clothes are firmly off their bodies and Scar is squirming in their nest while Grian gets his strap on situated, pleading for Grian to give him something to hold him over while G gets ready. Grian complies with an exaggerated sigh, handing over a smaller toy to Scar who eagerly shoves it into his asshole without any preparation, moaning at the intrusion. This definitely doesn’t make Grian go faster(it does), scrambling to put on his harness and attach the dildo, lubing it up as a precaution just in case even though he knows Scar is certainly slick enough from the wet noises that can be heard under all the moans. It’s not often that Scar bottoms, but Grian certainly wouldn’t mind if it happened more. He’s so pretty like this, after all.

Grian lowered himself between Scar’s legs, pushing his hand and the toy out of his way, cutting off Scar’s needy whine as he pushed his strap on into him slowly but surely. Scar wrapped his legs around Grian, pulling him closer and moaning, whining, begging for more. “Mm - Alpha! Faster, fuck me faster, please!”

Grian obliges and picks up the pace, leaning in closer to Scar to give fleeting kisses to his lips as he fucks him. He’s so handsome like this. Grian is so wet just from the sight of him and the sounds that he’s making… along with the sweet scent of his heat, but that didn’t change it much at all. Scar was still spread underneath him, the larger man begging for his dick.

Grian continues to fuck into him for a while, slowly getting faster. Then he realizes how Scar as squirming under him and pulls away from his lips, letting him speak. “Alpha - touch me, please. Touch my dick, make me come! Ah - it feels so good!”

Grian sneaks a hand between the two of them and collects some of Scar’s precum in his hand, using it to jerk him off as he continued to fuck him until Scar finally cums with a loud cry, sinking into the nest beneath him. Grian ducks him through his orgasm but pulls out soon after Scar has winded down from his high, tossing the harness aside and patiently waiting for Scar to be ready for the next round. For now though, he laid by Scar, tucking his face into his chest as he idly played with his cunt, dipping his fingers through his food without any intent to get himself off; he was really only doing this to keep himself busy and horny enough to keep up with Scar. When Scar rested like this, his heat scent died down and as such so did Grian’s urge to sexually satisfy him, so this was what he did.

um so there is more to this… again this is just the first part of something. but enjoy! enjoy! I may post a more polished and complete version on ao3 or here later. unless someone asks for the rest now, then I’ll write more unpolished stuff to post here soon.

[theearlgreymage]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

Soooo -- The lovely @ic3-que3n decided to tag me in this little game. Because they know I am eternally procrastinating on all my WIPS.

(Original Ask Game)

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

Vogue in Paradis (And I will be using this specific WIP for all remaining questions)

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Fashion Designer Erwin + Makeup Designer Levi = Rivals to Lovers Office Romance

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Guys. Come on. This is ME we're talking about - they are going to fuck. Explicitly.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

This one was originally unnamed when the premise for it was created. I started this a while ago, and then set it on the back burner, but then Lewi dropped this amazing art and it sparked that flame of motivation to continue it -- and gave it a Title.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

Either May Their Blood Boil will get an update OR I will finish Vogue in Paradis

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Despite how meticulously I keep my Google Drive organized, there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to my Docs Names. Most of the time it is just an extremely vague phrase. But I do keep my Docs ORGANIZED. Each fandom has it's own folder, and within that there are folders for oneshots, series, ideas, and @ic3-que3n (yes - they have a whole ass folder because they put that many ideas in my fucking head.)

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

“Smith.”  At the mere mention of Erwin’s name, Hange starts laughing.   “Stop that,” I sneer at them as I lean back in my chair and cross my arms defensively. Already anticipating where this is going to go – which is why I didn’t want to say anything to them in the first place.  “Stop being in denial then,” Hange wheezes out between fits of laughter.  “I’m not in denial!”  We’ve had this argument before – anytime I bring up Erwin, Hange insists that I have a crush on him. Which I do not.  “Keep telling yourself that,” Hange drawls as they wipe a tear of laughter away from their lash line.  “We’re not having this discussion.”  “And you’re still not getting laid.”  “Hange.” I practically snarl at them.   It doesn’t perturb them in the slightest. “Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong,” and I’m about to answer their demand but then they keep going. “Tell me you don’t think he’s a whole ass meal. That you haven’t thought about what he’s hiding under those bland Oxford shirts and wool pants.”  “I don’t –”  “Or that you don’t think he’s infuriatingly good at his job.”  “That has nothing –”  “Or that you can’t seem to keep your eyes and ears off of him in joint meetings.”  “Well that’s only –” “Or that it’s a damn shame no one has been able to take him off the market.”    The silence that falls over us is uncomfortably tense. And I can’t decide if I want to crawl beneath my desk at the sudden, horrifying, realization that I can’t deny a word they just said – or leap across the table and strangle them for making me realize I can’t.  “That’s what I thought,” they chime triumphantly as they lean back on their hands. Pushing a pencil cup out of its place.  “Get. Out.” I snip between clenched teeth. My hands balled up in fists in the crooks of my elbows to keep from lashing out at this idiot I call my best friend. 

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

Hmm. No. I'm holding this information incase I un-scrap the idea.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a WILD backwards-reincarnation plot cooking in my head right now. I'm going to make the CANON the reincarnation and write a whole pre-canon/part reincarnation for my blorbos. And I am ITCHING to write it like it's no ones fucking business, but I'm determined to get some other projects off my plate first so that I can give it the attention that it rightfully deserves.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Hahahahaha...ha...ha... Well. You see...That's not an easy answer. Because I am not good at math and cannot count that high... But. In the last 30 days...Going off of WIPs that I've typed at least 500 words on... 11...

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Yes 😎

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Bless. You're too sweet my love ❤️

And now so I can spread the procrastination, I’m tagging...

@artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @buffy @j-nipper-95 @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @skeedelvee @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @palimpsessed

[boomblebee-420]

Snowflakes: A Renga Fic PT 2

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Pairing: Reki x Langa

Content: Mostly just angst

Warnings: Small breakdown

A/N: This took me a g e s. My procrastination game is on-point  

PART 1: https://www.tumblr.com/oliverwashere420/710164831610748928/snowflakes-a-renga-fic?source=share

“No, I’m not! Shut up!”

Langa looked over to where Reki, Joe, and Cherry were standing, wondering who was shouting. Looking at Reki’s red face and Joe’s loud belly laughs, he guessed it was Reki. Was he okay?

Curious, Langa excused himself from his debate with Miya to ask them about it.

“Is everything okay?” Langa asked, concerned. “I heard yelling.”

“E-everything’s great! We were just talking! About, uh, cars!” Reki said, smiling awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck. “Just cars!”

“Cars?” Joe blurted, clearly amused. 

“Yes, cars, Joe!”

“Oh, okay. I’m going to go talk with Miya then. I want to race him” Langa replied, not fully believing the car excuse. He may be oblivious, but he can tell when someone’s made up a story on the spot. He decided to leave it. 

“Have funnnn!” Reki exclaimed, waving wildly. Langa gave a small smile and waved back, heart beating slightly faster at Reki’s smile.

Now to convince Miya to beef with him.

~Time Skip~

Langa was worried. Reki’s small changes in behavior towards him hadn’t gone unnoticed. The nervously bouncing leg, the quick glances, the excuses he made whenever Langa stepped into a conversation. Reiki was avoiding him, too, just a bit. S, which used to be a nightly thing, had become more two or three times a week, Reki making up reasons why he couldn’t go. Too tired, missed homework, errands, chores, the list went on. Langa went alone most nights now. 

Did he realize that I like him? Is that why he’s being strange? He isn’t usually like this. Does he not like guys? Am I giving too much away? Does he not want to be my friend anymore? Did I do something wrong?

He didn’t want to think too far into it. It was probably nothing, right? Reki’s a strange person in general, this most likely doesn’t mean anything. They aren’t fighting. Reki’s not avoiding him, he’s just busy. That’s all.

Nonetheless, he kept thinking about this while waiting at the intersection for his red-headed friend. And a few minutes later, there he was. Riding his board down the street, smiling like crazy and his hair blowing around wildly. 

“Beautiful.” He whispered, not taking his eyes off the boy in front of him. 

“What’s up, my dude! You ready to go?” Reki said, stopping his board and giving Langa a fistbump-high-five-combo they did everytime they saw each other. “Heard you convinced Miya to beef with you today!”

“Yeah, it took a bit of coaxing.” He laughed lightly. Reki looked away with a small blush across his cheeks. But even with this seemingly normal interaction, Langa felt that Reki looked at him differently than before. 

“Well, let’s go! I’ll race you!” 

“You're on!”

And there they went, speeding down the lit street, laughing their asses off.

~Time Skip to the next day~

It turns out Reki and Langa are more similar than people think. Because here is Langa, sitting in Sia La Luce after hours, talking to Joe about Reki. Joe must be some sort of love guru.

“I like Reki.” Langa says, looking up at the tall green-haired man.

“Yeah, I know, kid. It's pretty obvious.” Said man replies, sitting down next to Langa. 

“Really?”

“Yes.” He laughed lightly. These kids, so clueless and naive.

“Is that why he doesn’t look at me the same anymore? Does he know I like him?” Langa felt like he was going to cry.  

“Nah, kid. He’s about as clueless as you are.” Joe says.

“What does that mean?”

“Just go talk to him about it, Langa. Things will work out fine.”

“But how do you know it’ll be okay? What if he doesn’t…like me like that? What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? I can’t lose him!” Langa really was about to cry. A tear escaped his eye, rolling down his cheek and dripping onto the table. He quickly wiped away the salty streak it left behind on his face. More tears welled up in his greenish-blue eyes, swirling around like water down a drain as he tapped his fingertips on the wooden table. 

“Woah- hey! It’s okay, Langa, there’s no need to cry. Everything’s okay, alright?” Joe, normally a care-free individual, was genuinely worried about the Canadian boy. He had never seen Langa cry before. He hesitantly patted him on the back as Langa struggled not to completely collapse into a ball of tears. Joe thought about telling him of Reki’s feelings, but decided against it. This was something they had to work out themselves. “Everything’s alright.”

“He doesn’t look at me the same anymore. He avoids me. And he always has an excuse ready whenever I ask him about it. What did I do wrong?” His voice cracks, and the tears in his eyes come crashing down all at once. He brought his hands up to his face, body shaking with his sobs. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Langa. And Reki’s just…conflicted right now. It’s not your fault.”  Joe got up, stretching out his back. “How about I make you some poutine? It’ll make you feel better, I’m sure.”

Langa sniffed, looking up at the green-haired man. “Thanks.” 

After eating and thanking Joe for the comfort and food, Langa left Sia La Luce and started back home. Once he reached his window, though, he changed his mind. There was no way he could sleep with his mind running like this. He turned around and started skating towards the park that he and Reki frequented, stopping at the 24 hour gas station for a drink.

Once he arrived, he set his board down and sipped on the gatorade he bought. He wanted a monster, but it was too late for energy drinks. He swirled the red liquid around in its bottle, watching it spin. It reminded him of Reki’s hair. He continued this for a while, just thinking about Reki. His laugh, his smile, his eyes, his voice, his hands…the list went on. Reki’s amazing. 

Langa just sat there on his board, looking at the red gatorade and occasionally taking a sip. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the red-head coming up behind him.

“I wonder if I’ll ever be able to tell him how I feel about him.” The green eyed boy whispered.

“Tell who what?” Reki asked, poking Langa in the back. Langa yelped, jumping up from his skateboard and accidentally spilling his drink. Reki laughed, picking up the now-empty bottle. “Sorry about that.”

“I-it’s fine, Reki. You surprised me.” Langa replied, trying to catch his breath a bit and taking the bottle from Reki.

“Yeah, I kind of guessed.” He laughed again. “You okay? You seemed pretty lost in thought.”

Langa sat back down, sighing lightly. Reki followed suit. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’re hardly ever out at 4am on a school night, dude. Did you ever even go home?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Any particular reason?”

Langa paused, looking down at his shoes. His socks were mismatched today, one green, one white. 

“Actually, yeah.” He said, looking back up at Reki’s amber eyes. “I have something I need to tell you.”

Going to try to finish this in part 3 :D also please send in requests! Just please check my pinned post for guidelines. I have no idea what I’m going to write after finishing this fic 

[juliettedunn]

Looking Out For You

Summary: Luz gets increasingly frustrated with her homework, until Camila finds her and they have an important talk.

***

Luz paced her room, thumping her head with her fist every so often when her thoughts became too out of control. The others were at the old shed, working on finding a portal, and she ought to be with them. She didn’t have much homework; she could have finished it hours ago if she had just focused.

Every so often she turned to face her computer again, but the moment she saw the computer screen and thought of all she would have to do, tightness rose in her chest and she would turn away and pace once more, faster and faster, breath quickening, until she let out an involuntary shriek. Clapping her hands to her mouth, she retreated to her bed, trying to force herself to be still.

This was why she didn’t fit in here. Only a week after her return to school, and she was already back to her old procrastination habits. She had tried, she really had. Luz made every effort to pay attention, but the more she tried to stay on track the harder it got, like there was an impenetrable wall physically blocking her mind from focusing.

“Luz?” Camila knocked on the door.

Luz clamped her mouth shut. She couldn’t burden her mom with this; not when Camila already had five other kids to look after. Luz had to be strong and responsible. Vee found that easy enough, and xe wasn’t even from the human realm.

“Mija? Are you alright?”

“Fine, Mamá.” Luz winced as her words ended in a strained croak.

“Luz, you don’t have to talk, but I want you to know I’m right here if you need me. You’re going through a lot right now, and I noticed you haven’t been spending much time with your friends.”

“No it’s okay, I…I…” Luz couldn’t stop the tears from building.

“May I come in?” Camila asked.

Luz couldn’t find the energy to say no, and so Camila opened the door.

At the sight of her mom, Luz started crying harder. “I’m sorry, Mamá! I’m trying, I swear!”

Camila opened her arms and Luz embraced her, sniffling into her mom’s shirt. Camila’s clean, perfume smell was familiar and comforting, and Luz spent a few minutes doing nothing but breathing it in and sighing as Camila gently rubbed her back.

“Breathe, Mija. It’s okay, I’m here.”

Camila didn’t try to get Luz to speak, even after Luz had stopped crying. Sometimes it took hours before Luz was ready to talk, and Camila had always been patient. Today, though, Luz looked up, eyes still watering, and said “I need help.”

“Of course. What’s going on?”

“I…I can’t focus. I’ve been trying to get this homework done for hours and I can’t do it. I’m so sorry, I know it’s really annoying and I need to just focus, I shouldn’t be complaining and this should be easy, Vee can do it and xe’s not even from here, and -”

“Baby, slow down.” Camila put her hand on Luz’s shoulder and gave her a warm smile. “It’s okay to be upset.”

“Not when it’s so simple! I should have had this done days ago.”

Camila’s brow furrowed. “You’re being too hard on yourself. You have so much happening right now; of course it’s going to take you longer to finish your schoolwork.”

“But I’m always doing stuff like this! Even before I ever went to the Boiling Isles. You don’t have to lie, I know you’re sick of my issues.”

“Mija.”

Luz jumped at the sudden sternness. “Yes?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I can speak for myself.”

“Sorry, Mamá.”

Camila’s voice softened once more. “I’m not sick of your issues, but even if I was, that wouldn’t matter. You’re my daughter, and I’m supposed to look out for you. You haven’t been letting me do that.”

“You have enough problems to deal with. There’s six of us.”

“Yes, and I want to look out for all of you.” Camila sighed. “I don’t think I always handled things in the best way. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were doing something wrong by not being able to focus.”

“But I am doing something wrong. Vee doesn’t -”

“Stop comparing yourself to Vee. Xe’s a completely different person. Xe may do better at school, but xe also couldn’t create all those wonderful fanfictions.”

“You know about those?”

“Amity may have mentioned your AO3 name to me.”

Luz groaned. “Don’t read those. They’re stupid.”

“They’re not stupid. They’re creative, and funny, and emotional. I’d love to be able to write like that.”

“Well it doesn’t help me out in the real world. And it’s just another point against me. If I can write over two hundred thousand word Azura fics, then why can’t I finish this one-page homework assignment?”

Camila sighed. “Have you ever heard of something called ADHD?”

Luz looked up quickly. Luz had long suspected she might have ADHD. So many of its symptoms made sense. She had spent a few weeks researching it right before she discovered the Boiling Isles, but she had been too nervous to bring it up to anyone. What if they thought she was just making excuses?

“It runs in our family,” said Camila. “I don’t know if you remember your uncle, but he had it. I never looked into it much because I was scared, but now I think I might have been wrong to be. I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and I was wondering if you might want to read some of the things I found with me?”

Luz smiled. “Yeah. I’d really like that.”

“I don’t want you to feel bad if it turns out you do have ADHD. There are many ways to support you, and I promise you we’ll be trying all of them.”

“I…I actually thought I might have it for a while but I didn’t want to sound stupid or like I was jumping on a trend. I thought you would think I was making excuses.”

“Oh Mija, I’m so sorry you felt that way. I should have done more to make you feel safe about talking to me. You feel safe now, right?”

Luz hesitated. “I want to, but I just…I’m scared. I’m so scared of making things worse for you, like I made them worse for my friends.”

Camila sighed. “You are my child, Luz. You have way too much to worry about already. I’m supposed to take care of you. I wouldn’t have had you if I didn’t want to be there for you in everything, even when it’s confusing and hard. You’ve put so much pressure on yourself, and you’re just a teenager.”

Camila laid her hand on Luz’s shoulder. “I did the same thing at your age. Pushed myself too hard, because I thought I had to be the best. But all that pressure just made things worse. Did you know I failed the first time I went to college?”

“You failed a class?”

“Many classes. I had to take a break or I was going to fail out of college completely.”

“What?”

Camila nodded. “I had spent so much of my time in high school pushing myself, I didn’t have any energy left for college. It was only after I took a break and learned to go easier on myself that I was able to go back and graduate.”

“But…you’re so successful!”

“That’s only because I know when to take a break. And I was also lucky. I had a professor who believed in me and was willing to make adjustments. Luz, you’ve had a lot of responsibility placed on you, and you’re so young. This would be hard for anyone, and if you do have ADHD, that makes it even harder.”

Camila smiled tenderly. “You put yourself down for not trying, but I see you trying immensely every single day. Your taxidermy, your fanfiction, your art…you are so incredibly talented, and it’s not your fault that the world doesn’t recognize your passions as valuable.” She gently ran her fingers through Luz’s messy curls. “I don’t think I made it clear enough how much I value your interests, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve been having to reflect on a lot of things, and I regret not being firmer with your teachers rather than you. I love your passion so much, and I’m going to be right here fighting to make the world value it too.”

Luz wiped her eyes. “Thanks, Mamá.”

“How about we email your teacher and ask for an extension? We’ll go for a walk and see if we can find any cool animals before they all hibernate. And when we get back, if you’re ready, I can help you with your homework.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But we’re not going to do it all tonight; just one homework question. Don’t even think about the rest today. One question, and only after we’ve found a cool spider to look at.” She ruffled Luz’s hair. “I love you, Mija, and I’m going to look out for you.”

Luz smiled. “I love you too, Mamá. Thank you.”

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Thrown Home Again - Pt 7

two chaps in one day? its really because im procrastinating on things. if you all want me to write more just give me some assignments to do and suddenly i have 6 story ideas with contrived plotlines

This chap is really feelsy and let me just say it once: blankshippers, dni. Seriously. They're literal siblings. Ew.

Word Count: ~3300

Ingo tore his way through the Subway. He maneuvered around people, standing up taller and swiveling his head on the platform. He didn’t see the familiar white cap anywhere. He spun, ignoring the patrons around him as he quickly marched to the control room. It was full, as is to be expected this time of day. The door opened louder than he intended it to, startling some of the workers.

“Apologies, I am in a hurry. Where is Emmet?” They looked at each other and zoomed in on the cameras in the Double Line.

“It seems he’s almost to the platform. He has two minutes and- sir?!” Ingo was gone before she could even finish the sentence. He ran down the hallway, returning to the platform. He stopped in the doorway, listening. No rumbling yet. He stood off to the side, standing at attention and watching intently. No one approached him. He must look too severe.

Rumbling under his feet. What would he say to Emmet? He had no idea. It seemed that someone had tried throwing the note away. Was it Emmet? If so, who had returned it to his desk? It had not been touched in some time, judging by the dust buildup. And it was written over a year ago. Had it been Emmet crying for help?

He felt the white-hot Ekans of guilt curling in his stomach. It was his fault. It was because of him that Emmet had been left in that state. Emmet did not talk about these things much, and Ingo knew better than to try to push him. But he had to make sure he was okay. He had to check on Emmet.

The train rumbled to a halt, the doors hissing open and passengers trudging off. Some were rather disgruntled trainers that had been defeated. Others were merely commuters on their way into Nimbasa. Ingo stood at attention, his hat shading his eyes as he scanned the crowd, looking for that familiar tall white figure. Luckily, it did not take long. He felt his Xtrans buzz on his wrist right as he saw Emmet exit the car, putting his own Xtrans down. Ingo rushed forward, no longer thinking of safety. He grasped Emmet’s hand, making him look up. His eyes brightened. “Ingo! Are you ready- Ingo what’s wrong?” His smile faltered, concern again clouding his gaze as he saw Ingo’s eye. His vision was blurring. He couldn’t stop it. Ingo tugged him away, Emmet hitting him with a barrage of questions. “Ingo, what’s going on? Are you hurt? Did someone bother you? Why are you- Ingo are you crying?” And so on came the questions, Ingo unable to answer. He led them into their office, shutting the door behind them so that no one could see them. They were alone. He stood for a moment, trying to regulate his breathing. A warm hand settled on his shoulder.

“Ingo? Please tell me what is wrong. I cannot fix it if I do not know the issue.”

Ingo merely pulled the paper out of his pocket, handing it to Emmet, still folded. He heard the paper unraveling. Then silence.

“I’m alright now, Ingo. I promise. I…” Emmet trailed off, unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry, Ingo.”

Ingo spun suddenly, grasping his twin tightly to his chest. He was crying. Why was he crying? Was it because he had caused Emmet to suffer? Yes. Yes it was. Emmet had been sitting here all along, waiting, hoping for him to come home, meanwhile Ingo had just about given up on returning to the place he no longer remembered. He had quit. He was never going to return until Giratina…

“No, Emmet. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should apologize. I’m so sorry, Emmet. I’m so sorry.”

“Ingo-”

“In Hisui, I had given up. I had spent so long trying to remember myself. But I couldn’t. So I’d given up. I gave up on you and the Subway. I was not trying to make a plan to come back. I couldn’t remember my own surname, much less any family. And you sat here waiting faithfully for me to come home every hour of every day, hoping beyond belief that I would just walk through the door again…” Ingo trailed off, heaving a heavy sob. “And I quit on you. I gave up. I wasn’t even… You deserve so much better, Emmet. You deserve so much better than me.”

“Ingo, halt the engine, there. You had some other things happening in Hisui. I don’t fault you for that. It is not your fault you had no memory. It is hard to make a schedule when you don’t know the stops you need to make.”

“You’ve made so many changes for me in this last month. You have supported me more than I could ask. And this is how I repay you.”

“Hey.” Emmet gently pulled Ingo away from him, holding onto his arms tightly. There were no tears in his eyes, but his smile was gentle and melancholy. Ingo could barely tell through the tears marring his face. “Who is the one who sleeps next to me every night to make sure I don’t have nightmares? And does my laundry when I don’t? And tucks me in when I fall asleep on the couch? And makes me eat regular meals? And reminds me to take my medicine? And takes care of me when I’m sick? And tells me that I matter? Who is the one that makes me smile? That makes sure I stay healthy and happy? Who cares for my Pokemon when I am not around? That accepts and mirrors my quirks?” Ingo averted his eye. “It was Elesa for some time, yes. But she did not have the same effect you do. Just being around you makes me feel better. The fact that you are back is enough. You do not have to do anything. You have nothing to make up to me. Just continue being my brother. Stay by my side. Tell me everything you think about. Show me new Pokemon and moves you learn. That is more than enough for me.” Emmet tucked Ingo into his chest, rubbing his back as the panic subsided. “I will not lie and say these last four years were not the most difficult I ever faced. But it is not because of anything you did. After the first week I knew something had happened. You would not simply leave like that. I was worried. I was so worried that you could not come home. I was worried that you would not come home. But not because of something you could control. Because I knew that if you could, you would return. And you did. You are back. And that is all I asked for.”

Ingo’s sniffles slowly quieted as he listened to Emmet’s rambling and his heartbeat. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Unprofessional, yes. But he found he did not care.

“I will continue supporting you. Not because I think you an invalid or incompetent. But because I am your brother. I want to see you safe. If something tears you from me again, I will fight the very gods themselves to get you back. Because you are my brother. I love you, Ingo. I need you.”

Ingo reached his arms around Emmet, holding him tightly. He did not say anything for a long time. “I love you, too, Emmet. I need you, too. More than I realized.” Emmet patted his back, signaling for him to look up, which he did. Emmet had produced a small cloth that he wiped Ingo’s eyes with.

“Now. Let us get something to eat. Elesa wished to join us today to celebrate your first day back. Does that sound doable?”

Ingo breathed in deeply, allowing the last of the episode to wear off. “Yes. That sounds wonderful.”

—--------------

Elesa had insisted on buying them lunch. It was a nice affair, sitting outside in the sun as Elesa fawned over their coats, asking if they still held up well, asking how the first battles of the day had gone. Ingo mentioned his conversation with Nate. “Nate saw me too. He told me that I should prepare for a Multi Battle against him.” Ingo looked at his brother, his eyes sparkling.

“He told me the same. I informed him we would be happy to battle him again.”

They continued eating their food, making light conversation. Elesa laughed, her headphones glinting in the midday sun. Emmet was beaming, his white cap nearly blinding. Ingo did not mind. He was feeling the warmth himself. He felt light. Lighter than he had in quite a long time.

“I know you two should get back, my lunch break is almost up too. Though I have something I wanted to give you two.” She stood and rooted through her purse, finding a small book. “I know that ever since Ingo got back you guys have been worried about memory stuff. So I went ahead and tried my hand at scrapbooking. Skyla helped me with it. It’s not very full, but I threw in as many pictures of the three of us I could find. I thought you’d like to keep it with you. Because of the memory thing from Hisui.” She handed the book to Ingo, Emmet peeking over his shoulder.

The cover read ‘Nimbasa Trio Highlights’ with little lightning bolt stickers on it. Ingo flipped it open, eye glinting over the first few pages. As Elesa had said, it was filled to the brim with photos of the three of them. The first few pages contained photos from before their Pokemon journeys, all three of them no more than nine years old, awkwardly smiling at the camera. Elesa was still taller than the twins then. She grinned up, missing one of her front teeth and with a bandage on her cheek, her Emolga sitting on her shoulder as she laid one hand on each of the twin’s shoulders. Emmet was smiling shyly, not quite looking at the camera. He had a bandage on his knee and wore denim overalls with a white t-shirt underneath. Tynamo floated beside him. On Elesa’s other side was Ingo, also not quite looking at the camera. His hair was messy, his face already affixed into a permanent frown. Litwick had settled herself on his head. He continued flipping through, seeing more photos of a similar caliber, following them through their life.

The last photo in the album was the three of them the day that the twins had gotten their Subway. Emmet was smiling so hard at the camera, he could hardly breathe. Ingo’s eyes were bright, his mouth quirked up at the edges of his face. Elesa stood between them as they pointed at the camera, laughing as she pulled them closer to her with an arm around each of their shoulders. Chandelure and Eelektross floated behind them, both with excited eyes. Emolga sat on Elesa’s head, its eyes closed and its mouth open in an excited chitter. Ingo could feel his mouth quirking up now from the memory. He stood, wrapping his arms around his adoptive sister and (excluding Emmet) long-time best friend.

“Thank you, Elesa. Truly. I will ensure to keep this safe and fill it to the best of my abilities.”

He felt Emmet stand behind him as Elesa hugged him back.

“Well, don’t get too sappy now, or I’ll melt.” Ingo pulled away to see her grinning. “I told Skyla about you going back to work. She said that she wants to team up with me to take you both on directly. Tonight. We both want to see what you two can do together.” Emmet and Ingo both glanced at each other. Emmet nodded, grinning mischievously with determined eyes. Ingo turned back to Elesa, setting his own gaze.

“You’re on.”

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Multi Battling with Emmet had to be the thing Ingo had missed the very most. Being around Emmet made him feel more positive emotions than he could describe. Battling against experienced Trainers was absolutely exhilarating. Doing both at the same time?

Yes.

He and Emmet worked in tandem, in a way that made Ingo’s mind spit out even more dormant memories than he had already been experiencing. He could see himself a million times over, doing this same thing with Emmet by his side. It never got old. Every single battle with Emmet felt new and challenging. The day zoomed by, battle after battle being both won and lost. Emmet did not seem to take the losses too harshly. Anytime he looked over at his brother, he wore a smile of plain happiness and giddiness that Ingo’s eyes mirrored. It was just like they used to be. It was like nothing had changed. Maybe that was what Ingo needed, to pretend nothing had changed for a little while. It was… nice.

And then it was suddenly 7:54 pm. The last battle was on the schedule before their train pulled in for the evening. Emmet finished healing their team, ready to go for one last battle. The doors hissed open.

Elesa, in her normal Gym outfit, strolled into the cab, grinning. Behind her was a tan woman wearing bright blue, her hair done up in a bun. “Hey, boys. We’re here to beat the crap out of you.”

“Not if we beat you first!” Emmet quipped.

“Hello again, Skyla. It had been some time.”

“Hi, Ingo! Glad to see you back and healthy! How were the battles today?”

“This has to be the most fun I’ve had since leaving suddenly four years ago. I missed this.” Elesa grinned fondly at him.

“Then let’s end the evening off on a high note. Give us the speech!”

Emmet smirked, looking at Ingo. Ingo could feel his lips moving of their own accord. "I am a Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. Will a Multi Battle help us cover each other's weakness? Or will you show your overwhelming power? I look forward to seeing how well you fight. However, it is difficult to win unless you and your partner are in total sync."

"Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything's ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!" The two of them posed, pointing at the women in sync. Elesa laughed, Skyla grinning as they both tossed out their Pokemon. Ingo and Emmet tossed out theirs, Eelektross and Chandelure.

The train raced under them as they fought. Laughter threatened to bubble over and out of Ingo’s mouth, but he kept it shut away until after the battle. His Chandelure avoided an attack from Emolga. He could feel Emmet vibrating next to him. The train lurched to the side, almost throwing Ingo to the ground, until Emmet looped his arm through his, holding him up. Neither skipped a beat.

The last Pokemon fell, deciding the battle. The Subway Bosses stood victorious.

“Bravo! Excellent!” Ingo boomed, clapping his hands. Emmet shouted something, too, hardly heard over Ingo’s excited tone. Elesa clasped hands with Skyla, smiling at each other as they crossed the car to join them. “That battle was absolutely riveting!”

“It’s good to see you both in high spirits again! Well, as promised, we’ll pay for dinner. Where are we heading? Do you guys need to check out of the office?”

“That would be ideal. Allow us five minutes to go collect our belongings and ensure that the others have the Subway under control, then we will meet back outside the platform to refuel.”

“Sounds good!” Skyla squealed. “We’ll meet you guys outside. Don’t take too long, though, I’m hungry.”

It took them under five minutes to do a quick check-in and report for the day. Ingo stood side-by-side with Emmet as they left the Subway, Emmet grinning wildly. “Today was fun.” They continued up the small steps, Emmet pausing momentarily when Ingo’s prosthetic hit the step just a little too hard.

“I cannot wait to do this with you every day.” Ingo peeked over at Emmet, seeing his eyes sparkling. No more was said as they reconvened with the other pair, selecting a place to eat and heading over to the spot. They talked amongst each other for a good while, simply enjoying each other’s company. Conversation was light. Elesa ordered a drink for herself and Skyla, knowing the twins would not be partaking. The sun set behind the buildings of Nimbasa City. The twins and the girls stayed in the diner for well over an hour, catching up on things past. Elesa shared some embarrassing stories of Skyla and Emmet, making Ingo snigger under his breath. Emmet shared old stories of Elesa and Ingo, making Skyla laugh openly until tears sprang from her eyes. Ingo returned the favor with the other two, earning grumbles from them.

Ingo and Emmet decided to head home. They thanked Elesa and Skyla for the meal as they headed out, walking along the silent streets. Ingo reached over and grabbed Emmet’s hand. Emmet squeezed. They said nothing as they made their way home along the streets, taking in the scenery of nighttime Nimbasa. Chandelure and Eelektross floated alongside them, keeping them company. One or two people waved to them. They waved back without a word, not pausing or slowing down on their track home.

They entered their apartment, both immediately changing into nightclothes and Ingo removing his contact and leg. They had not cleaned up the blanket fort from last night. He was about to suggest they did until he found Emmet laying in it once again, smiling as he patted the space beside him. Their Pokemon watched him expectantly.

“Are you sure? The floor is not the best for your back, Emmet.”

“You liked it last night. I do not mind. As long as you are with me.” Ingo swung over to the blanket fort, leaving his crutch within arms length and laying next to his brother. Haxorus curled around the two of them, leaving space for the rest of their team to surround them, much as they had the night before. Ingo nestled in, Emmet tucking both of them in as he wrapped his arms around Ingo. Something was raising its soft head in Ingo’s chest, filling his body with a pleasant warmth and calmness. He was content. Judging by how Emmet’s body had relaxed, so was he.

And he got to repeat all of this tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after. For the rest of time. That prospect filled Ingo with a deep-sated happiness. One that was borne of much hardship and suffering, yes, but it led to this outcome all the same. He was so glad to be home. He thought about those nights he would spend in Hisui, lying on the stone floor of Sneasler’s cave, with some padding of foliage behind him, Sneasler’s kits using him for warmth in their cuddle pile. This reminded him of that somewhat, though here he felt even more protected.

Ingo closed his eyes, allowing his breathing to decline. The light pressure of Galvantula on his side lulled him into a drowsy stupor, the breathing of Emmet and their Pokemon tucking him in for a deep, restful sleep.

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Hey there I was wonder if I could have Carlisle x pregnant reader and he’s really possessive and protective of her and smutty please 😊

Author's Note: First of all, I am so sorry for my tardiness. This was requested like two months ago. Here it is now, again I'm sorry. I started writing it and took the longest time to keep coming to it. Procrastination is a bitch. Thank you so much and now enjoy reading this fluffy smut! ❤️

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Possessive, Protective, and Pregnant

Y/N smiled as she waved to her brother, Sam. She'd stopped by the reservation today to visit her pack before returning back to the Cullens place, a container full of Emily's amazing chocolate muffins in her bag, eager to dive in.

"Don't eat 'em all in one night! You might also wanna talk to Carlisle, don't keep it to yourself too long!" her sister-in-law called.

Y/N nodded as she rolled her eyes a little. "Alright, Emily. See you later. Bye, Sammy!" Her big brother waved at her as she drove away. She didn't really know why she was so eager to have the muffins. She didn't usually like sweets and things all too much, but she couldn't wait to eat one - so much so that she opened the container and grabbed one, eating it in her car on the way back to the house.

Stuffing the container back into her bag, she got out of the car after finishing her muffin and headed inside. She was greeted by Carlisle, who kissed her cheek happily. "How was your day with your brother?"

"It was fun, I enjoyed myself," she smiled sweetly.

"I'm glad." He paused for a moment, taking a couple breaths in before asking, "Is that…chocolate?"

She shrugged, "Uh, yeah. Emily made some." She slowly pulled the box out of her bag to show Carlisle. He eyed her with a confused look, "You hate chocolate."

She shrugged, looking away a little, "I mean, I don't mind chocolate."

"No," Carlisle chuckled, "You told me you absolutely hated chocolate."

"Well, uh, people change?" she offered. He smiled as he shook his head, his hand on her waist. He kissed her gently.

~

Y/N fidgeted with the top corner of the page in her book, bored to death as she had nothing to do. Carlisle was in his office, doing some late work. He'd thought she had already gone to sleep - she did announce that, after all.

But to be honest, she was too bored and too awake to sleep. She'd thought reading the book would help, but she sighed and gave up on it as she stood from the bed, stretching her limbs.

Maybe cuddling would help. Just as she was going to do just that with Carlisle, she decided against it. He was working, she didn't want to disturb him.

So instead she decided to get a midnight snack - or after midnight snack. It was almost one-thirty.

She stepped lightly as she made her way to the garage, opening and closing the door quietly to not make noise. She didn't want to alert Carlisle. Living with vampires made her excellent at sneaking.

She pulled the box slowly out of the closet, keeping the noise low. She opened the lid to the box and smiled at her secret stash of sweets. She had no idea why she had it, but she wanted sweets.

She pulled out a chocolate bar, breaking off a piece and popping it in her mouth. She smiled as she sat there, savoring the sweet treat.

She was there for a while, divulging herself in her sweets. She didn't overindulge, but she didn't quite enjoy herself.

When Carlisle finished work for tonight in his office, he headed to the bedroom to see Y/N. When she wasn't in the bed, his brows furrowed and he started searching the house for her. She wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen. He checked the bathrooms that were unnecessary before she came but she wasn't in.

When he reached the garage, he opened the door and froze at the door with a confused look. "Y/N?" he asked.

She froze and slowly turned to look up at him, a hand held up to her mouth holding a cookie. She took a bite from the cookie and nervously said, "Hello, Carlisle… What's up?"

He blinked a couple of times, walking over to her, "What on Earth are you doing?"

She shrugged, dusting her hands off, "Uh…midnight snack?"

"You hate sweets," he accused again, "Why do you have a whole box of them?"

She sighed, "I dunno, I just want sweets."

Carlisle looked her over, taking the pack of cookies she began reaching for. She'd already eaten an entire sleeve. He set the box to the side, "Are you alright?"

Y/N chewed her bottom lip, trying to formulate the sentence she'd been so scared to admit. She tried to reach for her cookies, but he held them out of reach. "You'll get sick," he scolded, "Tell me what's wrong."

She sighed heavily before deciding just to blurt it out. Just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I'm pregnant."

Carlisle froze, and Y/N winced. She waited anxiously for him to react, to do something. Carlisle smiled and she calmed. Then he chuckled lightly and shook his head, "No, you're not. It's not possible."

A weight fell over her before she sighed, "I am. I'm a werewolf, so I can have kids, and well… maybe that's enough. Plus, I took a test three times. I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't want…"

Carlisle's smile had fallen. When she trailed off, he laid a hand on her cheek, "You didn't want what?"

"I didn't want you to leave me," she muttered, looking away.

He frowned deeply, cupping her face with both her hands now so she would look at him. She searched his eyes as he gazed into hers. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "I could never leave you. And you can tell me anything. You shouldn't have to be afraid. I love you, and I want the best for you. I'll never leave you."

She smiled and asked, "And…what about the baby?"

His smile grew again and her heart felt light. He told her, "Well, I've got to start thinking about names."

She chuckled as she hugged him tightly. She was elated by the fact that he was accepting her.

~

The next couple of weeks was spent with heavy preparation for the child. At first, everyone was concerned because the baby would be half vampire. Surely that had to be dangerous for Y/N, right?

But the child was also part werewolf and Y/N wasn't human. She was stronger than a human, she could handle a vampire baby.

The news was quick - too quick even - to spread across the town. The Cullens were having a baby.

They got lucky too - the baby grew close to the same pace as a normal one would. No one would be concerned about how quickly Y/N's belly would grow, Carlisle predicted six months. It was early, yes, but it was long enough that no one would question it.

Only two months in and Y/N realize just exactly what it meant to be Carlisle's mate. She knew he was protective, yes, but it truly surprised her just how protective he could get over her.

Especially when it was just some kid.

They were out getting groceries for the house when some punk kid walked past them. He saw her belly through her shirt and chuckled slightly, "Heh, that's a big one."

He was given no escape as Carlisle grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him over without hurting him. He let go of him and the kid looked between the two of them.

"Was that appropriate?" Carlisle asked as he looked down at the kid, the disappointed dad look written all over his face.

Y/N tried not to laugh.

"She's pregnant, not 'big'. Even if she was, that isn't something you need to be saying about anyone, regardless of the circumstance. I want you to apologize."

The look Carlisle gave intensified and she could have sworn the kid shuddered. He turned his gaze to her and spoke, occasionally glancing back at Carlisle, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I won't do it again, I swear."

She nodded, "Thank you. Go on before he continues his lecture."

The kid swiftly thanked her and left. She smiled up at Carlisle, shaking her head, "You know I'm a werewolf right?"

"Of course, dear."

"And that I know how to take insults and remarks?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should have to," he kissed her forehead and they continued walking.

She laughed lightly as she kept walking with him. He told her gently, "I'll always protect you. Even if it is from punk kids calling you 'big'."

Y/N shook her head as she laughed, hand tight in his hold as she walked with him. He looked down at her, a smile on his face as he watched her. She looked up at him, "What?"

He shrugged, "You're glowing." She chuckled again.

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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.”

[folkloreguk]

Moving Antics (M)

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)

words: ~ 5.4 k

tag list: @mochi-ficz (let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post new fics!)

People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.

You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.

But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.

When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”

You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.

“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”

“You can say that again,” you laughed.

“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”

“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.

“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”

“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.

“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”

“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.

“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”

His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”

And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.

Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”

“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.

“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.

“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.

“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”

You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.

Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.

That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.

You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.

But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.

“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”

“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”

You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.

Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.

“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.

“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.

“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”

You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”

“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”

You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.

Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.

“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”

He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.

“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.

“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.

“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”

“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.

“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.

“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.

“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.

All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.

“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.

“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.

“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”

You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.

“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”

You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.

“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.

“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”

“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.

“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.

“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”

You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.

“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”

You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.

His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.

“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.

“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”

“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”

“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.

“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.

“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.

“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.

“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.

Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.

“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”

His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.

“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”

“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”

You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.

A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.

“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”

“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”

Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.

“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”

You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.

“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”

“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.

“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.

[adoringhaikyuu]

arguments

summary: what arguments (and the making up) are like with them.

characters: ushijima + tendou

warnings: mentions of smut for tendou’s

icons by @voleicons​

ushijima:

he doesn’t mean to get into an argument with you

he’s not always good at expressing how he feels, but he knows deep down that he cares about you more than anything and would never want to be the cause of your pain

let’s just say that you had procrastinated a lot more than you meant to and now you had an overwhelming amount of work left which had you stressed as hell

you’d be so frustrated with yourself, groaning as you worked on your assignments 

you’d be working since the morning and it was now a little after noon

you’d be complaining and you know that you put yourself in this position, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna enjoy it

you’d let your head fall back and sigh loudly

“this is so stupid, i can’t do this––”

and ushijima ever the realist replies “sure you can, y/n just sit down and do it.”

and you just groan dramatically “but i caaan’t––i have like no time” essentially just throwing it out there even though you know you wasted your precious hours doing everything but your work when you could have over the week

and without meaning to piss you off at all, your boyfriend says “well we both know who’s fault that is, y/n.” 

and you just pause, “...”

he takes your silence as confusion so he decides to explain further, thinking he’s only helping

“if you hadn’t waited so long to start working, you wouldn’t be here struggling right now. and this could even affect your grade too since you have yourself limited time.”

with each word he adds, the more the weight of everything piles on top of you, making your shoulder sink

you can feel your eyes start to water from all the stress, and from his words––deep down you know he doesn’t mean any harm, but the way he’s speaking makes it sound like he’s not supportive of you or sympathetic at all

tears pool up in your eyes and you quickly get up, glaring at your boyfriend as best you can as you try to hold the tears in

“fuck you ushijima. you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, not my dad.”

you storm off to another room with your laptop and he sits there on the couch, blinking in confusion

he sits there in silence for a bit, trying to make sense of everything that just happened 

it’s only when he realizes that he’s had a fight with you and caused you to cry that it really hits him and his chest starts to hurt

ushijima felt bad. really bad. he gave you a few hours before going to find you, deciding it would be best to let you cool off since you probably didn’t want to face him right away and it would give you time to work uninterrupted. 

he got up from the couch when the sun started to set and made his way to the bedroom. he found you there on the bed, your laptop on your lap, a furrow between your brows as you typed away at your laptop. your eyes glanced over to him for a split second but you were quick to look away. you weren’t really mad at him, just a little annoyed, and the stress you were experiencing only added to that feeling.  

when you didn’t say anything, he slowly walked into the room and took a seat near the edge of the bed, in front of where you were sitting with your legs crossed, his hands in his lap. he waited silently until you pushed your laptop to the side, stretching to take a small break.

“i––i’m sorry for hurting you.” he looked up at you and sighed when you averted your eyes, biting your lip nervously. “i didn’t mean to make you upset. i really am sorry.” 

you could feel his eyes piercing you as he waited for you to say something. he was about to get up and leave you alone when you reached for his hand. he paused and sat back down, turning to you as you climbed into his lap. you buried your face in his sweatshirt and he was quick to let his arms go around your waist and hold you in place. 

“it’s okay.” you mumbled into his chest. “i’m sorry too. i didn’t mean what i said––i was just... stressed. and annoyed that you were right.”

he tightened his hold on you. “i didn’t mean what i said either.” 

you let out a light breath of laughter. “yes you did toshi. but it’s okay.”

he paused and looked up for a moment, in thought. “i may have meant what i said, but i did not mean it as an insult. i would never want to hurt you. or make you cry.” 

though he wasn’t showing much emotion, you could tell he was beating himself up about this in his head and pulled away to look at him and he almost didn’t want to let you. you looked into his eyes, a small smile on your face as your hands came up to hold his cheeks and he nuzzled into your touch. “i know toshi. i’m not mad, really. i forgive you.” you pressed a light kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

he softly squeezed your sides, relieved. “and i you.” 

tendou:

you and tendou would have a very playful relationship 

meaning you would tease each other a lot

and most of the time it was just harmless banter

“you’re just sad because i’m better than you, y/n. it’s okay i get it. i would be sad too.”

“oh shut up, my ass is fatter than yours so ha.” 

you honestly enjoyed spending time with him and teasing each other

some people thought it was a little weird that you would literally insult ?each other ? 

as you’re walking home from practice after you’ve waited up for tendou, ushijima turns to look at you guys when you start like verbally attacking each other, so confused

“are you guys fighting?” 

and you’d both turn to him, pausing your banter, looking at him like wtf??

and would simultaneously go “no? what makes you say that?”

and ushijima is so confused he just decides to ignore it and keep walking silently

but the banter was honestly how you showed your love for each other in your own weird way

if you bullied each other it meant you cared about each other

but one day you’d be in a pissy mood, stressed from work or whatever 

and you and tendou would be teasing each other, well really he was going in and really going for it

and you’d be giving him shorter responses than usual, trying to give him the hint that you weren’t in the mood 

but he wasn’t getting it

with each “insult” the more annoyed you could feel yourself getting, and you were frustrated that you were feeling this way because you knew this was his love language but you just couldn’t help yourself

as his smile widened you felt yourself get more and more upset

you’d be getting so upset, feeling your throat back up and your eyes get heavy with tears the more he went on

you’d be silent for a bit and he’d tease

“what, no comeback?” 

when you didn’t respond like you normally would he’d lean down to look at you, his wide and playful eyes looking into yours and he’d notice the your glassy eyes and he’d frown immediately

“what’s this? what’s wrong?” 

and you’d try to just walk past him but he’d be having none of that

his hands were quick to grab your waist and spin you back to him but you only sighed and kept your head down, trying to get out of his grasp. “let me go, tendou.” your voice was sharp but clearly pained and honestly shocked him.

“ah ah.” he held you still and bent his head down. “look at me baby girl. what’s wrong? did i go too far?” 

and you just let out a small sob at how sweet he was being. you crashed into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as a few tears soaked his shirt. “i––” you sniffled. “it’s not you really. i just...” you pulled away and his hands came up to wipe your tears, making you smile. “i’m just stressed out and it’s getting to me, and your comments only put me in a bad mood. but it’s not your fault! i should have said something.”

he frowned, pulling you in for another hug. “you have nothing to apologize for, dumbass. i’m sorry for not paying closer attention to my princess.” 

he pulled away and leaned down to kiss you deeply and pulled away with a smirk. “i guess i’m just gonna have to be nicer to you now since you’re so sensitive, baby.”

you rolled your eyes, smacking his arm lightly. “shut up.”

“ooh feisty.” he pushed you down on the bed and hovered over you. “you know what it does to me when you fight back.” his lips grazed yours and you let out a small gasp feeling him grind his hips into you. of course your messed up boyfriend got turned on just after seeing you cry. 

he bit your lip softly. “you know,” he licked his lips, looking at you as if you were his last meal. “i think i know how i can help you relieve that stress baby.”

“oh yeah?” you asked softly only making him smirk.

“mhm.” he nodded, sliding down between your legs. he started to pull off your sweats. “why don’t we see if you’re just as sensitive down here too.”

you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. “fuck you tendou.”

his grin was sinister. “oh i plan to.” 

[stanknotstark]

Research and Dating (No They Aren’t Connected)

“So, if you could kidnap me really publicly that would be great.”

“...why?”

“I kinda forgot about this research essay due tomorrow? And like, my prof knows I’m a hero- I even brought my laptop so I can write it in your cell. Is the wifi password still the same?”

It’s Thursday at 8 P.M. and your essay is due in 4 hours. It wasn’t that you had procrastinated it’s because-nope, ya, you procrastinated. Now you were freaking out about it when the glorious idea came to you. 

There were, of course, perks of being frenemies with Loki. You have visited his his base of operations before, his ‘evil lair’, been thrown into one of his cells and ‘suffered’ until he got bored of the Avengers searching for you like chickens with their heads cut off and made theatrics by showing up to them with you in his hands and ‘failing’ to keep you away from the Avengers saving you. 

In all actuality, you had sat in a golden cell but Loki had sat right outside the cell with a chair and read while eating an apple. You couldn’t read the title of the book so you asked him what it was about and Loki had been a little hesitant but fell into your pure curiosity and explained what he had been reading. You’re sure he liked your curious mind as you started asking more questions and challenged the ideas the book gave. It lead to a long discussion of morals, and death, and at one point whether apples or pears were better. It was fun is what you’re trying to say. 

That’s how your friendship blossomed.

So, you call up Loki, yes he has a cell phone, and ask him without explanation at first, “So could you, like, kidnap me but publicly?” 

You can hear the cogs turning in Loki’s head at your request. “Why?” He asks in a smooth voice, betraying no emotion.

“I kinda forgot about this research essay due tonight? And, like, my professor knows I’m a hero. I’ll even bring my laptop so I can write in your cell, the wifi password is still the same right?” You ask Loki. 

Loki sighs over the phone, you can imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose with closed eyes. 

“Yes. Fine. Be at Madison Square Garden in 15 minutes.” The god says and hangs up. 

You smile and pump a fist at your best friend’s save. 

You’re at Madison Square Garden in record time and Loki makes his entrance a show. 

You’re sitting down outside the stadium when Loki materializes from green clouds of magic that open a portal then float into the air as if they’re a sign that’s flashing the words ‘Loki is here!’ in the night sky of NYC. When he sees you he rolls his eyes but people start paying attention so you play along with his ruse.

“Loki! What mischief do you plan to get up to today? It doesn’t matter, I need to bring you in!” You yell at him, almost laughing at how stupid this all seems, and push civilians back behind you. 

Loki chuckles darkly, “You. You are my mischief today, your poor Avengers will never find you. You will become my slave.” Loki says with a voice that is dark but his eyes light up with amusement.

By now hundreds of people have stopped their night to watch you and Loki, phones out and recording everything. 

You smile sardonically at Loki, “Not if I-”

Loki grabs you and pulls you and teleports. When you’re at his base you sigh and pat him on the arm as he pulls from you. 

“Thanks, I owe you big time Lokes.” 

Loki frowns at the nick name you chose. “Please refrain from calling me that or I shall teleport you to your professor and have you face the repercussions of procrastination.” Loki threatens. 

You chuckle, roll your eyes, and head to the cell. It’s just in case someone actually does pop in to ‘save’ you. 

When you’ve settled in the cell Loki raises the golden barriers and magics a chair near to settle with you.

“What do they have you writing about now?” Loki asks. 

You had asked him for help writing other essays because Loki has an eloquent way of speaking. You felt it made you sound smarter and because you spent consistent time with the god you had fallen into talking like him sometimes.

“It’s for my disability class, the sociology class?” You ask Loki if he remembers you telling him about it, at his nod you smile, “Ya, so basically we’re to argue whether we feel prostitution should be legal or not in America considering how much it helps the disabled.” 

You laugh at Loki’s frown. 

“Which side do you argue for?” Loki asks with a small squint as if trying to determine the side before you tell him. 

“I believe it should be legal but have restrictions and rules. If in the wrong hands it could be really bad but at the same time if it’s in good hands it could be really good. It’s a risk but we won’t know how well it’ll work if we never try, you know?” You say with a pondering look. Loki purses his lips but nods at you. 

Loki magics a book into his hands and lets you start writing away. The whole thing is very comforting to you. Sound wise, you can hear Loki let out puffs of breath when he finds something amusing in his book, Then, there’s the rhythmic tapping of your keyboard as you write. Other than that you just enjoy being with the god, even if you aren’t interacting with each other. 

You’ve been harboring a crush on him for awhile but have always kept it hidden. You value his friendship too much to do anything that could jeopardize it. Not to mention, Loki hadn’t shown anything on if he likes you or not. He occasionally flirts with you in battle but that’s about it. So, you feel you know he isn’t attracted to you like that. 

“Loki what’s another word for great?” You mutter.

“Glorious, grand, impressive?” The god supplies you with choices. 

You hum but don’t say anything and continue typing. After you finish your paragraph you look at Loki who glances at you. 

“Thanks.” 

Loki smirks at his book, “Anything for you, darling.” Loki says in a low voice while reading his book. 

See, the nick names had started early on. At first they had confused you but when you had been in battle and helping Tony, Loki had called Tony ‘sweetheart’ so you reasoned Loki just had a thing for nicknames. That doesn’t stop the jolt in your stomach when he does call you sweet names like that though. 

You shake yourself out of your reverie and continue writing. You’re like one, maybe two, paragraphs from being done. You try your best to elongate time to hang out with Loki more but when you finish your essay you don’t have any other excuse. 

That’s why, when you finish and close your laptop with a small ‘click’ and Loki stands and asks if you would like to spend time at his apartment, you’re shocked. 

You stand looking at Loki with wide eyes. 

Loki takes this as an answer and coughs a little, bringing a hand up to rub at his face, he’s trying to hide his embarrassment. 

“I am sorry, I crossed a boundary, it won’t happen again.” 

“No!” You yell, nearly dropping your laptop as you reach towards Loki. You scramble to hold it to your chest again and look at him, shyly pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“I would love to. I was shocked, I always figured I’d be the first to ask.”

Loki looks at you a little doubtfully but sees the truth in your answer and smirks. Instead of replying he waves a hand and the barriers disappear then he holds his hand out to you. You gladly take it and suddenly you’re both standing in a tidy apartment. 

It’s very modern and looks costly. The furniture is all contemporary and different shades of white, brown, and gray, with the occasional splash of emerald green in throw blankets and decorative pillows. You don’t really notice but Loki still holds your hand. 

Loki pulls you by his hand towards his kitchen and puts a kettle of water on on the heating stove top.

“Tea? Or are you more of a coffee person?” Loki asks you with a glance as he pulls out his tea. You finally realize Loki has yet to let go of your hand but you’re not going to complain.

“I love both, but tea will be good for now.” You say lightly, glancing down at your clasped hands when Loki isn’t looking. A small blush heats up your cheeks and you let a stupid smile cross your lips.

You and Loki settle against his bar, still holding hands, while you wait for the water to heat in the kettle. 

“I never had the chance to ask but why are you studying psychology and sociology? I figured a superhero’s salary would be quite enough to live comfortably? Don’t tell me they under pay you.” Loki asks, his tone laced with a threat when he says the last part.

You chuckle. “No, it pays well enough, enough to pay my way through school. I want to help people though, that’s what makes me truly happy. So, naturally, psychology and sociology were natural choices because they help me understand people, the way they think, how they tick, so I can better help them.” You explain.

You look up at Loki who looks at you with an unreadable emotion on his face. Loki then brings a hand up, tucks a rogue lock behind your ear and keeps his hand there. “You are too precious for this world.” He whispers as he looks at you. You feel you cheeks heat up and can’t keep eye contact with Loki. 

Loki clears his throat and drops his hand from your face, looking away from you as well. However, he doesn’t stop holding your hand. You feel your hand become clammy from nerves and hope this doesn’t gross out Loki. At the thought your hand twitches in his and Loki merely squeezes your hand. 

“What other hobbies do you favor, seeing as they obviously kept you preoccupied enough to procrastinate your paper?” Loki asks. 

You smile at the ground because you realize Loki is trying to better know you. 

You look up at Loki again, who is already looking at you. “Well, surprisingly enough research and reading are my main hobbies.” 

“Oh?” 

“I love learning so I read up on whatever subject pulls at my attention at the moment.” 

“And what draws at your attention right now?” Loki asks curious.

You flush and look at the ground, kicking it softly with the toe of your shoe. You mutter the answer.

Loki chuckles, brings his free hand up to tilt your face till you look at him. “Say that one more time, where I can hear it darling.”

“Norse mythology.” You say softly, embarrassed. 

Loki’s eyebrows lift in shock. The look on his face showing that he did not expect that answer at all.

Thankfully the kettle begins whistling and causes the moment to be broken and forgotten. 

Loki makes a cup of tea for the both of you and you both move to his living room, seated on his couch. You’re both sitting close enough to touch at the legs but don’t hold hands anymore. You set your mug on the coffee table in front of you, too hot to hold. Loki however basks in the heat of his cup, his hands wrapped around the mug as if he has just come in from a blizzard.

“I have plenty of texts you may borrow if you want to learn about the true mythology.” Loki offers, looking at you calculatingly.

You had hoped Loki would drop the subject seeing as your research was drawn from your want to learn more about Loki than actual Norse mythology. 

Whatever, shoot your shot, right?

“I’d much rather hear your tales than anyone else’s.” You say, your hands picking at your jeans with nerves. 

Loki hums with a small smile as he takes a sip of his tea. “Of course, darling. There is no better way to learn than from the source of such tales.” Loki says smugly. 

You feel a smile break over your lips as you look at Loki who basks in his arrogance.

“I better watch out, stroking your ego,” You say, Loki raising a brow at your mischievous smirk, “Otherwise you might start sounding like Thor.” You say to knock Loki down a peg. Loki scoffs with a roll of his eyes but you don’t miss the twitch of his lips.

“Do not compare me to my oaf of a brother.” Loki says, finally setting his mug of tea down, resting his hands in his lap. You also don’t miss the twitch of his hands, as if they want to reach out towards you. 

There are too many signs that Loki obviously likes you, it’s almost overwhelming, but you keep yourself pulled together before you ask him the question.

“You know, I’m just kind of going out on a limb here, but uh...You ever plan to ask me out, take me on some romantic dinner or something or do I need to give more incentive?” You say, the confidence in your voice a facade because inside you’re freaking out. 

Loki keeps a blank face as you look at him. Then, he lets a smirk break out over his lips, glances at his tea but his eyes come back to yours. 

“Is that such a good idea? Considering you are still my enemy?” Loki asks.

You grab your tea so you have something to do with your hands, sipping from the earthy, spicy liquid. You let yourself think, letting his question roll off your shoulders and shrug. “I could care less what the Avengers think but we can keep our relationship hidden if that would keep you happy?” 

Loki purses his lips, his eyes squinting at you. “They would cage you, would they not? If they knew you were fraternizing with the enemy?”

“Yes, but I have no doubt you’d let them keep me for long.” You smile at Loki who huffs out laughter. 

“You truly want me?” Loki asks. You don’t fail to hear the insecurity in his tone. 

You set your tea down, grab both of Loki’s hands in yours and look at him, baring all your emotions on your face. “More than you will ever know.” 

Loki squeezes your hands with a soft tilt of his lips.

“Then I suppose it is inevitable. Shall we partake in a date tomorrow night, say seven?” 

You smile at Loki. “I would love to, Lokes.” 

Loki rolls his eyes at the nickname but you know he doesn’t mind it, much. 

Needless to say, you were granted an extension of time to turn in your essay while also scoring a date with your crush.

[enjeolmii]

coffee - s.jy

genre: mostly angst, a little fluff towards the end

word count: 1.7k

warnings: overdose on caffeine, passing out, i think that’s all :))

"Y/n, you should stop drinking coffee. You have to watch out for yourself, too," Jake says slowly, sitting his hand on your shoulder with the other one on the heavy cup you are holding. "Four is enough."

Your eyes shift to his expression, one that conveyed clear emotions of concern. This was supposed to be your fifth cup of the day.

Studying for the exams has never been so stressful. The amount of pressure dangling on your shoulders is much unbearable than how you expected it to be. Having parents who never supported your dream certainly took a toll on you, and living with a flawless sister all your life was never any help for your self-esteem. Being the low-grade sister between you two gave you comparisons aplenty. Everywhere you look, no matter where you go, you always find taunts and mockery preying on you. All your life, you got discredited by most of your relatives in light of your sister.

And you want to prove them wrong.

Getting higher grades is what it is. All she's ever good at is cheating off of her friends' answer sheets. It's a secret she threatened you to keep. Ever since she saw you and Jake hanging out alone in the swimming room, a picture she'd taken is all it would take for your parents to wash their hands of you.

And then, there's also getting the favor of all your family. She's prettier, sweeter, hard-working, and smarter. Everyone is biased on her nonexistent efforts, yet you - who has tried everything she can do to show her utmost best to be acknowledged by the people around her - were forsaken and left overlooked.

But it wasn't until Jake happened.

Only he saw the struggles you faced and outweighed. He conceded how far down the road you'd made it yourself and never forgot to make you feel worthy of his praises. He is the only one who understood the motive behind your desperation, and he is the only one who supported your dream.

So you wanted to make him proud. This exam will serve as the last movement to get into the performing arts school you long sought to join. To lose this opportunity means losing all you endear, and you wouldn't be sure how well you will hold up if you let this chance slip away.

That is all you can say for five cups of coffee.

"As much as I would love to stop, I'm not yet done studying. I need to ace this test." You peel his grip off of your cup, squeezing it as you offer a hesitant smile of reassurance, and he lets out a sigh.

"You aced all your activities and went home bringing the highest grades in your class," His palms find purchase on your shoulders. "You are doing so well now. Why do you put so much pressure on yourself?" A short silence follows your sigh.

"Jake, I have only been compared to my sister all my life. This is the only time I can prove them wrong. I want to feel incomparable, too. I want them to know that I am not a punching bag that they can just play around with," You clarify through clenched teeth, a recollection of all the memories flashing past your eyes. "You know that better than anyone."

Your boyfriend couldn't help but feel bad for you. He understood. All those times you leaned on him when you felt like giving up, every moment you called him and texted him asking for motivation, he knows how much you went through, and it casts him down that you never acknowledged how much progress and improvement you have shown.

You became more assertive and bolder, and he is happy that you are finally standing up for yourself. However, he couldn't learn to accept seeing you lose long hours of sleep over studying. For days, you ran on caffeine to help you stay awake and scan through your textbooks as long as you were satisfied. You pushed yourself to the limits, bypassing the pleasure of taking a rest and instead etching all significant terms on the topic of your exam in your mind. You disregarded the accomplishments you made for yourself and went on thinking that you never achieved enough to get a compliment from your loved ones, which is what Jake could not understand.

"Yes, I know that. But drinking more coffee isn't going to help you, is it?" He signifies, and you let a dry laugh through your nose.

"Give me one reason caffeine doesn't help." You smirk at him. Sure, your method is trash, and everything about it is not entirely definitive. But, can you really do anything about it? No, well, not that you know of. Your sister is studying in the same field, and it is only a matter of skill to win against her. If you gain a point or two higher, it is more than enough to crush her pride and bring yours up. The hidden thirst you have for acceptance is slowly showing, and you all but feel determined to see how far you can take it to get the better of her.

"Too much of it doesn't bring you to the top. It brings you to a hospital bed."

Your smile vanishes at his answer. What he said is true, but to hear an accurate response to your insincere quest only irritates you. You set the mug down on the countertop before crossing your arms, feeling the weight of his hands on your shoulders disappear, and you poke your tongue to the side of your cheek. "So what do you want me to do?" You assert, voice laced with irritation and disinterest.

"Take a break. Continue studying when your mind's not exhausted."

"My mind is not exhausted."

"Babe, you've been in front of your books since early sunrise. It's already two in the morning." He protests, and you look at him with a tinge of bitterness.

He shoots you worried gazes as his hands travel to yours, squeezing and swaying them side to side, and you sigh. "I don't care what time it is. I can take a rest tomorrow after the exam." You retract his grip from yours, taking the coffee cup back in your hands before stepping back into your room. "I need to study."

"Y/n... Please!" Jake follows close behind you, continuously begging. Suddenly, your head becomes heavy. Pain strikes your upper nape every time he calls for your name, ears abruptly ringing at the volume he whines. Black spots appear in your vision, along with the feeling of getting lightheaded. Your eyes shut tight in discomfort. As though your head will fall off the moment you move it around, you lose all senses, the sound of him calling you blurring away.

One moment, you groan with a hand rubbing slow circles at your temple. And another moment, the shattering sound of your mug against the floor reaches your ears, legs giving out as you feel your boyfriend's arms supporting your fall.

Panic replaces the distress in Jake's expression. Frantically, he lightly shakes your body in an attempt to wake you up, and when all taps and raps decline, he locks his arms around your arms and knees, hastily lifting you towards your bedroom.

Through the piles of answer sheets sprawled on the floor, he tiptoes his way to gently lay you on your bed, snatching the pillows under your head to pile them beneath your feet.

A heavier sigh escapes. He moves to sit by your side against the headboard, looking down at your vulnerable form as he sweeps strands of hair away from your face.

"You're so stubborn, you know that?" He utters through whispers. "You just never learn to give up, even when you know it's going to be hard on you."

Running his fingers gently through your hair, he frowns. He admires it of you - how you always manage to get what you want.

It's how he fell in love with you. It's how you caught his heart. The confidence that inclined his interest when you represented the class's agitated thoughts towards your unqualified professor, not a single fear of the consequences ahead.

Then, having made known that you were never able to use that confidence in front of your family hit a soft spot in his heart. So he wanted to help you get the recognition you desired, stayed with you in your highest and lowest, up until now.

"Why can't you see the significance behind everything you have outdone? You've fulfilled enough to show your family that you are incomparable, yet you're never satisfied with yourself," The air grows silent. "I guess you want to hear it directly from them. Is that how you're going to be? Thinking of yourself the way others think of you... Do you know why I love you? Because you are a kind, persevering, and confident person. I didn't love you because you are smarter than your sister. Hearing confirmation from others isn't everything, love, there are still other people who think you are flawless."

A few more minutes of stroking your head and one good look at your subtle breathing are all it takes for Jake to get up from the bed before bitterly watching the spilled coffee wither onto the corridor floor across the open door. "Now, look at the mess I'll have to clean," He stressfully stretches his neck, eyes closed. Just as he takes a step away to tidy up the mess, a hand reaches to grab his arm.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, eyes still closed. "I was getting too competitive I didn't realize you were here for me. I didn't mean to get mad at you," You tug at him. "Stay here, I'll clean that later when we wake up. For now, let's go to sleep." You make space for him on your bed, a small smile pulling at his lips as he gladly lays down beside you, setting his arm under your head while you wrap an arm around his body. "Thank you, love."

Jake looks at you, smile growing wider before placing a long kiss on your forehead. "I'll always love you no matter what."

You mirror his expression, snuggling closer to him as you say, "I love you, too."

a/n: i saw that there are lots of you who are preparing for exams right now... if you are one of them, then thank you for reading this and procrastinating a lil bit :D i wish you all the best!! drink your water and stay healthy always!!! 💖🥰

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 18

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: angst Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

A/N: so sorry I’ve been slow with updating Tumblr - my blog was shadowbanned (basically Tumblr hid my blog in searches, notifications, tags, etc.) and it just got fixed so I’m working to update here!

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“You’re back,” Dr. G smiled as you plopped down in the seat across from her. 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead forced a tight smile. “I’m back,” you confirmed with a dramatic nod for emphasis. You didn’t know why you were feeling so hostile. You had shown up here willingly this time. 

Bucky didn’t even know you were seeing your therapist again. But it wasn’t exactly like he was around to find out. He had left for his mission yesterday in the very early morning and you were now on constant edge. You didn’t know what he would encounter. You knew none of it was at your clearance level seeing as you had no government clearance level to begin with but still… You didn’t like that anything that went wrong would come back to you in the depths of your sleep. Even if Bucky had shared everything step-by-step, any mishap was another blow. Even if everything went right, you feared you were bound to see something. 

“Would you like to share anything?” Your therapist asked, disrupting your spiraling thoughts. It was like she knew and, well, maybe she did. You really did kind of suck at hiding your emotions. You could practically feel your face darkening with worry. 

“Bucky and I learned something about us recently,” you said a bit nervously but Dr. G nodded in encouragement. You tried to steady your breathing and continued, “Our soulmate bond has been disrupted. It happened when he was part of Hydra — I mean, not like part of. That makes it sound like he joined willingly which he absolutely did not—,”

Your therapist said your name sharply, cutting off your words. “I know what you meant,” she said.

You nodded briefly, recomposing yourself, and began again, “While under Hydra, he was brainwashed and in that process, they thought they had rid him of his soulmate. But, turns out, all they were doing was tampering with the transmission lines. This means any sort of trauma or… or really emotional occurrences in Bucky’s life gets passed along to me, intercepting any, well, normal dreams. And there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Nothing?”

You glanced away. “Well, I’ve asked him to retire to maybe… minimize the damage.”

Dr. G nodded as she scribbled something on her notepad. She let out an interesting hum. “How did Bucky respond to that?”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. You weren’t really upset with him, more angered by the situation. “It took him a second to come around to the idea and, sure, eventually he did but then he was given another mission. A mission he couldn’t turn down.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

Another feeling of annoyance flashed across you at the cliche therapist speak but you could also recognize the question for its worth. Someone was actually asking you how you felt about the new, and last, mission. Lord knows Bucky hadn’t.

You bit your lip, feeling tears already threatening to run down your cheeks. “It made me feel bad, to put it simply. I just felt horrible and scared. I know that with time it’ll go away and maybe we’ll find some peace but I’m just really hurt it has to be this way.”

More notes were scribbled. “How did Bucky react to hearing that?” Dr. G asked without looking up. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, fiddling with your fingers out of habit. Your therapist glanced up once her writing has finished. Her brows raised as you struggled to find an answer.

“He doesn’t really know.”

Your therapist placed her pen on her notepad and leaned forward in her chair, eyeing you a bit upsettingly. “Do you remember what I told you during your last session?”

Talking. Talking, talking, talking. Just let it out. How could you forget? That’s exactly what you had done and while it made some kind of progress, you were still stuck at this godforsaken dead end for the time being. 

You picked at the chair cushion. “He didn’t ask,” you sighed. “Besides, what good was it going to do? I couldn’t have stopped the mission.”

Dr. G shrugged. “No, I doubt you could’ve, but that’s not the point. The point is you’re hurting and your soulmate needs to know this, especially when it involves him. You can’t beat around the bush or try to sidestep this kind of stuff. Be gentle, yes, but little progress can be made if everything is bottled in.”

“Well, doc, I’m sorry to break it to you, but I’m sure he knows very well how I feel about all of this,” you snapped back. “Think I made myself super clear during our first conversation about retirement.”

“Fine,” she shrugged. “Assume he did. Assume Bucky knew everything that was going through your mind. Did it open any conversation?”

Your shoulders slumped. You looked away. 

Dr. G continued, “My point exactly. Of course, you don’t want to hurt him but you can’t hurt yourself in the process. How many people actually knew about the nightmares to begin with?”

“None,” you mumbled. And it was, sadly, the truth. Your coworker was the first to know. You hadn’t even had the guts to tell your parents. 

“I’m sure I make it sound easier than it really is but there are some benefits to it over time,” your therapist said after a moment. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re kind of annoying, you know that?”

Your therapist laughed. “You’ve been wanting to bite back for a while, haven’t you?” You didn’t answer. She shrugged. “Already testing out those communication skills I see.”

You let yourself roll your eyes this time.

***

It was nearing midnight when your cell phone rang. You jumped, suddenly disturbed by the ringtone as you laid on your couch watching some sitcom reruns. You frowned in confusion as you stretched to reach your phone on the coffee table. You weren’t expecting any calls.

You turned the screen around and were greeted by one name: Bucky. You just about yelped when it registered he was calling you -- and from his mission, amazingly. You sat up quickly and answered.

“Hi, Buck,” you greeted, hopefully sounding a bit more cheerful than you felt. Your therapy session from the morning still had you a bit shaken. 

“Hey, doll,” Bucky responded, his voice a bit hoarse. He sounded exhausted and...defeated. 

You sink into the couch. “Is everything going okay?” You guessed it wasn’t too weird he was reaching out while away but something was off in his voice. You thought you had already mentally prepared for the worst.

“For the most part,” he mumbled. “I have to tell you, sweetheart, it wasn’t smooth sailing. We… We all had to do some things we aren’t proud of.”

You shut your eyes, trying to reel in your panicked brain before you said something you’d regret. This couldn’t all fall on Bucky, it wasn’t fair. He had a job, one final job, and you were going to have to accept that. 

Regaining your voice, you said, “What… What things, Bucky?”

He fell silent on the other end. All you could hear was some soft breathing and others talking in the background. The rest of the team you could guess. You said his name into the receiver again.

“Just know I didn’t like what I had to do and I can’t wait to put this life behind me.”

If that was all you were getting from him, you’d have to accept it. “Okay,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “I-I understand.” You didn’t really but you knew after tonight you definitely would.

Bucky took another pause. “You deserve so much better than this.”

“Bucky-,”

“You really do, sweetheart.”

“Bucky, please, listen,” you sighed. “While this isn’t ideal and I was very upset you just jumped on this assignment without speaking to me, I know it won’t be like this forever, right? 

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about the assignment before leaving,” Bucky responded. “I-I knew I couldn’t do anything about it but that’s still not fair to you. You deserve to be heard.”

“It’s okay, honey,” you said, fighting back some tears getting ready to start again. “You’re almost done, you’re almost back home.”

Bucky hummed. “I am,” he confirmed. “And when I get back I’m going to make up for all of this, I promise.”

You let out a weak laugh through the tears. “You can make it up to me by getting home safely.”

Bucky was about to say something else but was then cut off by someone yelling at him in the background. He gave a curt response before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry, doll, but I have to go. We have some debriefing to do.”

“Of course,” you said, waving a hand in the air like he could see you. “I’ll see you soon, alright?”

“See you soon, sweetheart,” he said. “Love you.”

The line cut before you had the chance to say the words back. You held your phone out in front of you, staring at your lit homescreen, shocked and overwhelmed. He loved you. And he had said it.

***

You were dreading getting ready to go to sleep but, at the same time, your body was practically begging for it. You were finally getting back into the swing of working and now with therapy sessions on top, you couldn’t believe how exhausting life was. As if you had forgotten at some point. 

But with that craved moment of relaxation, an unnerving threat lurked. 

You practically moved with caution when it came to your nighttime routine now. You washed your face carefully and precisely. You scrubbed every tooth again and again for a good minute. Even combing out your hair seemed to be tedious. 

It was all sad attempts at procrastination and you knew it but what could you do? It wasn’t like you were jumping into bed happily no matter how much your body screamed. 

When there was no more to do in your routine, you had to accept it. You had to finally lay down in your bed, let your head hit the pillow, curl up under the duvet, and welcome whatever kind of sleep was going to greet you. 

Almost immediately, you were hit with everything.

As always, you’re seeing it in glimpses from Bucky’s eyes, from his mind. In this instance, he appears to be located in some kind of warehouse. It almost reminded you of where you had been taken to but abandoned.

At first, Bucky seems pretty calm and collected. He’s assessing his surroundings and mapping out a plan. He says something to the person next to them. You can’t see them and possibly you don’t want to. 

They agree with whatever Bucky has suggested but before their plan can commence, they’re both attacked. Guns blazing, doors busting, a whole goddamn ambush. You’re panicking, you feel Bucky panicking. But it doesn’t last long for him. No, within seconds he’s in destruction mode, stomping towards the pop-up army - you don’t even know what they’re part of - dodging bullets and taking them down one by one. 

Some others are helping out it seems but you’re only allowed to be consumed with Bucky’s take on the situation. Despite how much you don’t want to be, especially when he… You see the glint of his metal arm rush past. They’re dying. Being killed. These soldiers or whatever are dropping left and right around him. You feel Bucky’s pulsing anger. He has no plans of slowing down. You feel the tension in his arm as he strangles another and another and another. At one point, he even throws some across the room.

They’re finished. No more men pour in. The rest of the team has stopped. They’re all looking at Bucky, wide-eyed and nervous. You feel his fury turn to shame. You didn’t know the mission’s expectations but you could guess they didn’t exactly involve this much death. No one says anything as they move on. 

The images fade but the feelings don’t. You suddenly want to cry in your sleep feeling Bucky’s distraught and embarrassment. 

Unable to deal with it anymore, you force yourself awake, everything vanishing as your eyes open. You look around your dark room. The clock beside your bed reads just past three a.m. 

You curl back into your blanket and face the wall. You stare at it for the rest of the night, heart pounding and hands shaking.

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

Strawberry Jam Sandwich | Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Time/Era: Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N Potter and Regulus Black are a match made from heaven, even if other people didn’t expect it. 

Request: hello first of all I really like your writing and hope you and your loved ones are doing well. could you write a regulus black fic? like reader is James’ sister and they get married (because regulus doesn’t die) and years later they meet Harry?

A/N: Thank you and thank you for the request! Let me know how you like it! Enjoy! I love Reg and I’m so excited to FINALLY write for him!! For anyone else wanting a fic; please request away! 

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Y/N Potter and Regulus Black were a weird pairing in most people’s eyes. Both being the younger siblings of the two most popular guys in school, it made their peers raise their eyebrows. Not to mention, they were in rival houses and seemed to be on opposite sides of the war. But they just worked. 

Y/N was a lot like her older brother, James; very loud and loveable. She was naturally talented on the quidditch field and loved to make friends. It was obvious that she had relationships with people of all the houses due to her outgoing attitude and warm sense of humor. While Regulus also played quidditch, he was much more introverted and shy. He didn’t have many friends, due to being categorized by his surname automatically, so he often kept to himself and spoke only when necessary. Y/N was the talker, Regulus was the listener. 

Funnily enough, Y/N and Regulus met through the means of getting Sirius to make amends with Regulus again. Regulus had cornered Y/N in the library and begged her to help him come up with a plan to talk to his brother. They ended up meeting multiple times in the following weeks and grew to be friends. 

Regulus adored her ability to be interested in small things; she once asked him what a necklace he wore meant. It didn’t mean anything in particular, but she sat and listened to him speak about his jewelry for almost 15 minutes. No one ever took the time to listen to what the younger Black sibling had to say. 

To their ‘plan sessions” in the library, Y/N always brought a strawberry jam sandwich to munch on. They met after her quidditch practices, so James and Sirius wouldn’t find them, which meant she needed a snack to keep her energy levels up. She always offered him half, which the rather regal boy would decline nearly every time. Nearly. Regulus found her little snack absolutely adorable, especially when the jam got all over her face. It made her lips even pinker, and that much more kissable. 

The sandwich became an inside joke between the two quickly. Even when passing in the halls, they would scoff and find the most outlandish way to mention the food. It wasn’t funny in hindsight, but it was something that connected the two in its ridiculousness. 

~

Regulus paced back and forth among the bookshelves of the Hogwarts library, hoping to bump into his now best friend, Y/N. The library was near empty, as it was Friday night and very close to curfew, so even just looking for her held very little hope. She had mentioned something about having to finish an assignment she was procrastinating, so Regulus hoped she followed his advice to just get it over with. 

The bookshelves were high and blocked most of the ceiling in the room, making the books impossible to read. Long, vertical shadows cast their darkness over almost every inch of the floor and offered very little light to allow him to navigate the maze of shelves.  During the day, of course, this was a different considering the wall of windows that looked over the courtyards. The window seats were some of his favorite places to come and think. And the seats just happened to be his and Y/N’s meeting spot. 

Regulus was about to give up on his search, but he noticed Y/N hunched over an astronomy book, sitting on the floor with her back leaning against a bookshelf. He casually slipped next to her, offering a shy hello. 

“Hey, Black. What are you doing here?” 

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Potter. Not exactly the best studying environment.” Regulus tilted his head back until it hit the books and turned his head to see her. 

“Well, I’m trying to save myself from having to do this entire project tomorrow. I have a book, yet you appear literature-less. What’s your excuse?” Y/N moved so she sat with her legs crossed, the thick book laid open on her lap. 

“I came to return this, you left it at our last meeting.” He placed a slightly toasted strawberry jam sandwich on the book. It was wrapped lazily in a green napkin and left an abundance of crumbs on her homework. Upon further inspection, the words will you be my girlfriend? were scribbled messily on the paper in black ink. Y/N’s jaw grew slack as she looked over at the highly attractive man next to her. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I just wanted to ask.” 

“Are you being serious?” 

“Dead, Y/N.” 

A smile crept over her features and she held out half of the sandwich. “Suppose we can start our relationship with a snack?” 

Regulus accepted the food, making a subtle crunching noise as he bit into it. “I suppose I can make the exception to eat your exceptionally plain choice in snack food, just this once.” 

~

“I’m sorry, you’re dating who?” James laughs, shrugging his younger sister off before grabbing his broom. 

By this point, Y/N and Regulus have been sneakily dating for more than half a year and Y/N was tired of hiding their relationship. After Regulus and Sirius had failed to rekindle their relationship, Sirius shoved his brother even further away than they started. It hurt the younger black to the point of giving up, but even he was tired of hiding their relationship. He loved Y/N with his entire being, and his jerky older brother couldn’t ruin that. 

“Have you ever even talked to Regulus before?” Sirius adds, grabbing his own broom to prep for quidditch practice. 

“Yes, and I am dating him. Not sure what’s so hard to understand about that.” 

“We understand it, just don’t believe it. Now, don’t speak about things you don’t understand.” James kicked off the ground and flew in the direction of the quidditch pitch. 

“Don’t understand? Excuse me?!” 

“He’s right. I know you were just trying to prank us, but joking about something that personal isn’t funny, Y/N.’’ Sirius mounts his own broom and flies off after James. 

After practice, Y/N hurried to the library to meet her slightly anxious boyfriend. Regulus knew you were telling Sirius and James, and he knew they would react badly. Y/N saw Regulus sitting on the windowsill furthest from the door and hurriedly walked over. 

“Hey! How’d it go?” He asked after Y/N pecked his lips and sat next to him. Regulus wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. 

“Not much to tell, really. They said I was trying to prank them and to not talk about things I didn’t understand. Honestly, I kind of wish they yelled.” 

Regulus laughed and kissed her temple. “They’ll come around, I’m not exactly their favorite person so I can see why they don’t believe it. And I’m happy they didn’t yell because I know how you feel when people yell and I don’t want you to feel like that.” 

“Holy shit! Get away from my sister!” James’ voice filled the area, Sirius quick on his heels. They must have been following Y/N after practice. 

~

“Riddle me this, you want to spy for the order and potentially get KILLED?!” Y/N paced around the living room of Regulus and her shared flat. 

It didn’t take long for Sirius to reaccept Regulus back into his life after seeing how he treated Y/N. At first, both older brothers thought Regulus was using Y/N to feed secrets and information to the opposing side of the war. They didn’t accept the couple and wanted Y/N to have nothing to do with the boy. But, after many feelings were hurt and various words were shared, they decided to give the boy a chance. 

Regulus treated Y/N like a queen and made sure his girl knew how much he loved her. He wasn’t very good with words, but his actions spoke volumes. Flower bouquets were gifted periodically, as were small gifts that had a lot of thought put into them. During one of their study dates, he spent over an hour drawing a beautiful portrait of her. Not too long after, he gave her an entire sketchbook of drawings he knew she would love. Whether that was pictures of her friends, family, her favorite flowers, or something as mundane as the bench she loved to sit on, the gift had taken hours and hours of his time. It was obvious that Regulus was in love with his girl. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, both Regulus and Y/N joined the Order of the Pheonix. Regulus still had heavy ties with Voldemort and his family, so Dumbledore asked him if he would consider being a spy for the Order. Even Sirius thought it was a bad idea. But, he had to prove that he wasn’t who he was raised to be. He had to prove himself to not only everyone around him, but to his inner soul. 

“Listen, Dumbledore thinks that there’s a spy that infiltrated the Order and if I can find out who, maybe I can stop it. Think about it, James has a kid, a kid who is very valuable to you-know-who. We haven’t even spent a ton of time with him yet, but I know I can save him if I find the spy.” 

“Yes, I realize that, Reg. But I can’t lose you in the process. We’re supposed to get married and have kids of our own and have a happy life-” Y/N takes a deep breath. “I can’t live without you.” 

Regulus smiles a comforting smile, taking his girlfriend’s hands in his. “I know, darling. I’m not going anywhere. How about this,” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring box, presenting it to Y/N. “Let’s get married. I’ve never been a fan of the big white wedding...and all you need is a few witnesses and two signatures. I’m sure Sirius and James would be more than willing to witness. What do you say?” 

Y/N gapes at her boyfriend. “Are you asking me to marry you?!” Regulus laughs and pecks her lips. 

“I love you so much, Y/N Potter. You are the light of my life and I am so lucky to have you. You have brought me so much joy and really made me the best person I could be,” He wipes a tear delicately from Y/N’s skin. “I asked James for his blessing, too, after the last Order meeting. He said he was ecstatic for us. So, Y/N, will you marry me? We can eat strawberry jam sandwiches together for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!”

~

“Hi, little one, I’m your uncle, Regulus, remember?- Ow! Not the hair!” Regulus sat in a suit in the parlor of Potter cottage with one-year-old harry in his lap. Y/N watched from the doorway, decked out in her white cocktail dress and heels. She couldn’t help but gush at the sight of her soon to be husband with a child; it felt so natural. Her heart swelled just thinking about watching him play with their own children. 

“Yeah, he does that, keep him at a distance,” James responded, coming into the room. He was running late, as always, and was trying to tie his tie. “I can’t believe I’m witnessing my baby sister getting married!” 

Harry gargled and reached his hands towards his father. “Dadadadada!!!!” 

“I know, buddy, I’m right here. Hang out with your Uncle Reg for a while, yeah?” James responds, messing with his hair in the mirror. No matter how much he ‘fixed it,’ it all looked the same.

“It’s crazy how he looks so much like you, it’s like you copied your baby photos and made them come to life!” Y/N stated. Harry was almost an exact copy of James, but with Lily’s eyes. 

Sirius came into the room, perfectly dressed with his hair tied back. “Well, are we leaving or not?” He asked, fixing the bowtie around his neck in the mirror for the 8th time. 

“Pa’foo!” Harry squeals and squirms in Regulus’ arms. His grip tightens around the baby before pressing a kiss into his dark curls. 

“No, not Pa’foo! Reg!” Sirius turned towards Y/N and whistled. “Damn, Reggie, not sure how you picked up this one! Look at the legs on her! Phew, lucky I don’t snatch you up myself!” 

“Stop it! Can we please go?” Y/N swatted Sirius’s chest with her bag, embarrassed.

James plucked Harry from Regulus’ lap and hands him to Lily. “Yes, yes. Sorry, let’s go!” James kisses Lily’s cheek and disapperates out of his house.

Y/N walks over to Regulus and offers him a hand. “Ready to go get married?” 

“I’ve never been more ready, my love. “ 

[broken-stardust]

Maybe Hotch Was Right

Summary: Spencer and Reader don't get along, but things change when Spencer finds him during a personal moment.

Category: Angst/Fluff SpencerxMale!Reader

Content Warnings: homophobia, cursing, kissing, crying

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This was written for @imagining-in-the-margins's August Enemies to Lovers challenge, and I didn't procrastinate till the end of the month! Look at me go!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy my gay writing.

Y/N was the most insufferable person I knew. He was full of himself, he thought he knew better than anybody else, and he always had to be right. It infuriated me. It wasn't that he wasn't smart; he was. Incredibly smart, in fact. It was just that he had to make sure everyone knew it, and he'd rub it into people's faces all the time.

It didn't help that he was cute, too. If he'd been ugly, it would have made it so much easier to hate him. But he had these eyes that just drew me in. And that smile! Oh my god, that smile. If only he wasn't such an asshole.

He was nice enough, I supposed, just an arrogant prick. But everybody else liked him, and that just made my hatred for him that much worse. Why couldn't anyone see what he was doing? He was playing them all like a fiddle, but I wasn't falling for it. I knew that underneath that grin, he was just a self-consumed smartass.

He had been a thorn in my side throughout this entire case, too. Hotch kept pairing us up in hopes that we'd realize that our feud was uncalled for, but Y/N was just as stubborn as I was, if not more. The last straw had been when Hotch assigned us to the same hotel room.

"But Hotch," I whined, praying he'd have mercy on me and let me stay with Derek instead. "I won't be-"

He cut me off with a hand raised to my face.

"This isn't up for discussion, Reid," he warned. "You are sharing a room with Y/L/N, and if I need to, I won't let you out until you make up over whatever this stupid argument is about."

I rolled my eyes. Was he really treating me like a child right now? Still, I knew arguing would get me nowhere.

"Yes, Sir," I said in defeat before heading in the direction of my room.

Y/N was already in there, and I dreaded having to enter. With all the courage I could muster up, I opened the door and stepped inside.

It was dark except for the faint light coming in through the window, and I heard some sort of noise. A sniffle maybe? Was he... crying?

As the door closed behind me, I heard him scramble to hide whatever it was that he was doing. I mentally cursed myself for intruding on such a personal moment, even if I did hate the guy's guts.

"Are you, um, are you okay?" I finally asked after ages of silence.

I heard another sniffle come from his direction.

"Why would you care?" Y/N spat.

I approached slowly.

"Well, you're crying and-"

"Oh so now that I'm crying you suddenly care about me?" I stepped back again. "You don't have to pretend to give a shit just because I'm upset. You hate me, and I hate you. Let's just keep it that way."

I took a deep breath and resolved to sit on my bed, facing away from him. If he was going to be like that, I didn't want to deal with him. I closed my eyes and started going over the Fibonacci Sequence in my head to pass time.

"My parents found out that I'm gay," I heard his sudden, soft voice say through a sniffle.

My heart softened just a little bit at the words. I knew how hard it was to come out, how painful it was to get rejected. Even more so when you were forced out of the closet instead of coming out of your own free will.

"It didn't go well, then," I whispered. It was more to myself than to him, but he heard it anyway.

"What gave you that idea, Einstein?" he said bitterly. I could hear the hurt in his voice.

"I'm sorry. What did they say?"

"Why should I tell you?"

I sighed and got up off of my bed to go over to his and sit next to him. With the little bit of light that was in the room, I could faintly see Y/N's face. His eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks were stained from tears. I wondered how long he'd been crying.

"I'm trying to help," I told him. "Talk to me."

I could see him contemplate opening up to me. Eventually, he wiped his eyes with shaky hands and looked down while picking at his nails.

"They said that I'm disgusting and that I'm going to Hell," Y/N admitted. My heart broke at the words.

"How'd they find out?" I asked gently.

"I was texting with my sister about a guy I like and she accidentally texted my parents instead of me. They figured it out from there."

A single tear rolled down his cheek. I fought the urge to wipe it from his face.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured. "How can I help you feel better?"

Y/N shrugged. He looked so defeated, I felt bad about the way I'd treated him throughout the case.

"What about this guy?" I asked. "Maybe you want to tell me about him?"

"I'd rather not," Y/N said as he cleared his throat. I noticed him visibly stiffen. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "I know I act like a dick." I kept my mouth shut. "I have to be the smartest person in the room, and I have to do everything right."

I let out a short laugh as he admitted what we'd both known all along. This must have been his way of apologizing, so I let him continue.

"But that's not really me," Y/N admitted quietly. "I'm so insecure. I feel like I need to prove myself to everyone because, well, my whole life I've been fed the narrative that I should be ashamed of who I am. I guess I try to overcompensate."

I hesitantly reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. This man that I'd hated for so long was baring his soul to me, and I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"I'm so sorry," I repeated for the umpteenth time. "I didn't know. If I did, I wouldn't have been so rude to you." Then, I decided to take a chance. "So about that guy..."

Y/N shifted away from me uncomfortably.

"I kind of like a guy too," I whispered, slightly hoping he wouldn't hear me. "If that makes you feel any better."

In the pale moonlight, I could see his eyes grow wider. He turned to me with a shocked expression, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"But-" he cut himself off before he could say anything stupid. I shot him a sheepish grin. A wave of understanding washed over him, and he smiled slightly. "Can I..."

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I started to pull away, but his hands caught my face and pulled me back in. I sighed into the kiss, and Y/N smiled. He tasted like mint and strawberries. I didn't want the moment to end.

But of course, nothing lasts forever. Once we separated, Y/N began to cry again. This time, it was a strong, shaking cry that overtook his whole body. Panic set in as I wondered if I shouldn't have done that. I pulled Y/N close and rocked him back and forth with me while playing with his hair and whispering words of affirmation to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, afraid of what the answer might be. I desperately didn't want him to think our kiss was a mistake.

"We just... we've been fighting this whole time," he said between sobs. "We both knew. Don't lie, I know you knew it too. And yet, we spent this whole time fighting."

"It's okay," I assured him. "We can't take back the past, but we can change the future."

I planted another soft kiss on his cheek and guided him to lay down in his bed. Once he was situated under the covers, I crawled into the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"I love you," he choked out into my chest.

"I love you, too," I told him and pulled him even closer. "We'll get you through this. I promise."

Y/N nodded and cried until he was all tired out. We held each other tightly as we both drifted off to sleep, unsure of what may lay ahead. As I shut my eyes, I thought to myself, maybe Hotch was right.