#writing it down here so i don’t forget!

[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ nostalgia . . . m.s

in which . . . you spot your ex boyfriend matt at a party, and you decide to be a tease to piss him off on purpose

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, car sex, kissing, breast play, dirty talk, use of pet names, a little bit of praise, teasing, cursing.

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SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #15

you spot him the moment you walk in. matt. standing near the bar, laughing at something, his head tilting back just the way you remember. it’s been months, but the sight of him still sends a shiver down your spine. you weren’t expecting him to be here, but maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly why you came. your dress is shorter than necessary, your lips painted in the shade he used to smudge with his kisses. you glide through the room, pretending not to notice him, but you know he sees you. you can feel the weight of his stare tracing the curve of your bare shoulder, dipping lower.

you’re talking to someone. some guy whose name you won’t remember tomorrow…but matt is watching, and that’s the point. you laugh, tilting your head back just a little too much, letting your fingers trail along your collarbone, knowing exactly what it does to him. you sip your drink slow, licking the rim of the glass, and when you finally turn, meeting his eyes across the room, it’s electric.

matt’s next to you before you can blink, his voice low and rough. “you tryna start something?” you lift a shoulder, feigning innocence. “me? never.” but his hand is already at your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric, a silent challenge. the party hums around you, music pulsing, laughter ringing out, but it all fades as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “if you keep teasing me like that, sweetheart, you know what’s gonna happen.” you smile, slow and sweet, because that’s exactly what you want.

his voice sends a thrill down your spine, but you don’t let it show. instead, you swirl your drink in your glass, pretending to think. “hmm. what’s gonna happen, matt?” your voice is all sugar and sin, and you know it drives him crazy. his fingers tighten at your waist, pulling you just a little closer, his body heat seeping into yours. you don’t resist. maybe you press into him just enough to make him feel it, the way your body remembers his. the way it still fits.

“you know exactly what,” he murmurs, eyes dark, locked onto yours. “but you like to play, don’t you?”you do. you always have. especially with him. you tilt your chin up, lips inches from his, close enough that his breath hitches. then you pull back, your fingers trailing down his chest like a whisper. “i have no idea what you mean.”

his jaw clenches, and you feel the tension crackling between you like a live wire. you wonder how long he’ll last before he snaps. before he forgets why you two ever walked away from each other in the first place. he exhales sharply, eyes flicking around the crowded room, then back to you. “come with me.”it’s not a request. it never is with him. but you’re not going to make it easy.

“why should i?” you tease, stepping back just a little, knowing he’ll follow. his fingers catch yours before you get too far, pulling you back against him, chest to chest. your breath catches, and for a second, neither of you move. it would be so easy—too easy—to give in right here, in the middle of the party, under the dim lights, with the bass thumping through the floor. “because,” he says, voice low and thick, “if you don’t, i’m gonna make you regret every second you wasted teasing me.”

your heart slams against your ribs, heat curling in your stomach. you smirk, lips inches from his. “make me, then.”

his eyes darken at your challenge, and for a moment, he just stares at you, jaw tight, fists clenching at his sides like he’s holding himself back. but you know better. you know he’s never been good at resisting you. just like you’ve never been good at resisting him. then, before you can even blink, his hand slides down to your wrist, fingers wrapping around it with just enough pressure to send a shiver down your spine. he leans in, so close that his lips brush against your ear, his voice thick with something that makes your stomach twist.

“let’s get out of here.”

you should say no. you should walk away. but instead, you let him pull you through the crowd, past the pulsing music and the flashing lights, past the people who don’t even notice the way he’s gripping your hand like he owns you. like he always has. the cool night air hit you as the two of you walked out, towards matt’s car. he opened the backseat, practically shoving you inside, climbing in himself and shutting the door. fuck, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, matt was your ex. but, you really wanted to, you couldn’t resist him.

months of longing, simmering beneath the surface of your relationship, had finally reached a fever pitch. the quiet intimacy of the car, your hands, slick with sweat, moved over the contours of his body, tracing the perfect line of his jaw, the hard planes of his chest, the sculpted muscles taut beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. his eyes, dark pools reflecting the interior lights, were locked onto yours, a silent conversation of unspoken words and desires.

a low moan escaped your lips as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. his lips found the hollow of your neck, a trail of hungry kisses that sent shivers crawling down your spine. your own hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tugging it open with a reckless abandon, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours. the rough texture of the fabric against your palms seemed to amplify the heat building between you. matt didn’t hesitate one bit to lift your silk dress.

the engine sputtered, a brief interruption that only heightened the urgency. matt’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of your hip, the swell of your breasts, and the heat radiating from your core. a gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

"i want you," matt murmured, his voice raspy with need.

"i want you too," you whispered back, your voice barely audible above the rhythmic drumming of the rain. your trembling hands found the worn fabric of his shirt, tugging on the hem of it. the rough texture of the fabric against your palms seemed to amplify the heat building between you.

"take it all off." you breathed, your eyes locked onto his.

matt smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "yeah? you want me to?"

"yes please.." you whispered, leaning into him, your body already pressing against his. matt immediately removed his shirt. a low growl rumbled from his chest as he began to slide your panties off of you. the cool night air brushed against your exposed skin, the contrast a stark reminder of the heat igniting between you. matt's fingers slipped between your legs, teasing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, a prelude to something more.

"oh god, matt.." you cried out as he nipped at your neck. the rain continued to fall, a silent witness to your escalating passion. his mouth found the soft curve of your neck, a trail of kisses leading down to the swell of your arousal. he pressed a kiss to your clit, a feather-light touch that sent a wave of pure pleasure through you. you arched into him, your body molding to his, a silent symphony of need. his lips, hungry and urgent, trailed down your stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. his hands, masterful and knowing, explored every inch of your body, each touch igniting a fresh wave of desire. “shouldn’t have been such a tease, baby..” matt let the pet name slip out of his mouth, it was an old habit

he entered you slowly, his movements a rhythmic dance of pleasure and pain. your moans intertwined with the rhythmic drumming of the rain, a soundtrack to your shared passion. your body arched around him, every muscle tense with anticipation and need. his hands, working their magic, pressed against your hips, guiding his rhythm to match the pulse of your desire.

"fuck," you whispered, your body shuddering as he drove a deeper thrust into you. the world dissolved into a symphony of sensations, the only sounds the urgent rasp of your breaths and the throaty moans escaping your lips. your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him tight, as you reached your peak, a wave of pure, searing pleasure crashing over you.

you clung to him, the heat of your bodies radiating outwards, melting the icy night air around you. he followed closely, his body shuddering with a release that mirrored your own. his seed spilled into you, a warm tide of pleasure that washed over you. a ragged sob escaped your lips as you collapsed against him.

exhausted but exhilarated, you clung to each other, the lingering heat of the moment clinging to the cool leather of the backseat. the rain continued to fall, a silent witness to the passionate encounter. the memory of this clandestine rendezvous, this stolen moment of pure, unadulterated desire, would forever be etched in your minds, a secret whispered in the dark heart of the night. the air was thick with the lingering scent of your combined heat and the sweet, salty taste of passion. “fuck, sweetheart.” matt kissed the top of your head, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “did so good.” he praised.

these moments between you two, were all so nostalgic.

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[azzibuckets]

letters from dallas part 1

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: in which i neglect all the other series and fics im supposed to be writing to send more angst ur way <3

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May 1, 2025

Dear Azzi,

It fucking sucks here.

I know I’m supposed to be thankful for this opportunity. And I am, I swear. My teammates are nice. Arike’s been showing me around downtown. Nai and Lyss are funny. They’ve adopted me, called me their child. They remind me of us.

My therapist said it’s good to write down my feelings. Not sure how she’d say if it was letters, letters to you, but hey, something is better than nothing.

I saw a trailer for Frozen 3 last week and I thought of you. I hope you’re doing well. I called KK the other day. She was so excited - I felt bad. I haven’t been as good as I wanted to be with talking to our team - well, your team now - but it hurts too much knowing that they get to spend every day with you and I can’t. I asked her about you. She seemed hesitant to tell me. But I kept nagging her and she told me you’re good, spending a lot of time reading and stuff. Said they finally got you off Colleen Hoover. She wants me to move on, I can tell. It’s killing both of us, how I can’t let you go. But I guess writing these letters and stuffing them in my closet are how I’m trying to get my closure and deal with my feelings, so maybe this will help.

You’re on my fucking mind all the time, and I wish you weren’t. I miss you so bad sometimes it hurts to exist. If you saw the amount of melatonin I take every every night just to avoid you in my dreams, you’d probably yell at me.

Love,

Paige

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June 7, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Have I mentioned that Drew hasn’t been talking to me? He blames me for our breakup, and he misses you like hell. I do too.

I played like shit in the game yesterday. I can’t believe we lost to the Sparks. It was nice seeing Cam again though. I don’t know if you remember, but it’s our anniversary. I saw that you were at the soccer game with the girls. You looked really good, really happy. I guess it doesn’t affect you like it affects me. And I know that should make me like, mad, or jealous. But I’m glad at least one of us is healing?

Honestly? it sucks having to see your face all over social media. It sucks even more whenever I go on my Instagram page and you’re all over it too. I could be salty and delete all of it, but that would start too much drama. Besides, that would mean deleting like half my posts

I wonder how Jose and Jon are doing. Jon unfollowed me the other day. That one hurt pretty bad. I miss my little brothers, and I miss your parents.

Love,

Paige

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August 28, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Yesterday was a fucking shit show. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to even show up when I heard you guys were coming. It was weird, seeing you in the audience. It was everything I’d always imagined, you coming to my games, but it also made me feel sick, knowing this is what could’ve been. What should’ve been. I was nervous the last quarter thinking about what to say to you after the game, but god, Azzi, you couldn’t even look at me. I tried to talk to you after the group pic but you disappeared.

Maybe it’s a good time to tell you that Katie and Tim were at my game last week, against the Mystics. I’m gonna be honest, when I saw they were there, I avoided them, and I’m not proud of it. I ran to my car straight after the presser but somehow they found where I parked and were waiting next to it?? If this was a different circumstance I would’ve laughed.

All they told me was great game before I started crying. I don’t even know what came over me. But your mom hugged me and that made me cry even harder. They told me I was their daughter no matter what, and they loved me. I wrote it down as soon as I left because I didn’t ever wanna forget.

Azzi, we didn’t even marry each other like we promised, and I still feel like we left a broken family. I didn’t mean for this many people to get hurt, for this many relationships to shatter because ours did.

It makes forgetting you so much harder, and that’s what pisses me off. That I’ve injured my knee and gone through months of rehab and moved across the country to a brand new city, yet this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

From,

Paige

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October 2nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I was calling KK again and I didn’t ask about you this time. I think I’m making some progress.

Arike keeps trying to get me with some of her friends, but it still doesn’t feel right. I think I need a little bit more time.

From,

Paige

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October 20, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I turn 24 today. Damn I feel old. I’ve spent a third of my life now loving you.

From,

Paige

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October 22nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I just got your present in the mail. You didn’t have to. I love it. Thank you.

- Paige

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November 11, 2025

Happy birthday big head. I think you probably received my gift by now. I debated on writing a card, but you didn’t write me one, and I’ve decided to leave the cards (haha) in your hand. So I’m just following your lead. I hope you enjoy 23.

- Paige

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December 7, 2025

Azzi,

Hell of a game yesterday. Proud of you. National player of the year performance

- P

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April 5, 2026

Az,

LET’S FUCKING GOOOO. Shit, man. Two peat natty champs??? Unbelievable. My hands are tweaking out, I can’t even read my own handwriting. I knew you could do it, Az. Thank you for not forcing me to wear irish merch..I never look good in green like you do

- P

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April 13, 2026

Azzi,

Drafted to the Sky????

See you so fucking soon

Nice fit at the draft btw

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May 16, 2026

Dear Azzi,

Fuck, the way you smiled at me after that game. Maybe I’ll have the courage to finally text you. I know it’s probably not the best idea but…I still regret everything. It’s been a little bit more than a year and it still hurts as bad as it did the first day. Is this normal?

Love,

Paige

[se4ttlellie]

BOYFRIEND - VI

Warnings : Cheating, smut, fingering (user receiving), swearing, party, wlw relationship, use of pet names, use of y/n, kinda au, alcohol use, dirty talk, mirror sex, exhibition?

Summary : In which, the reads boyfriend is being a dick and Vi helps her out

Authors Note : I truly promise that I don’t have anything with cheating bc it really seems like it rn 😭 but I was literally listening to “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and I was like “yup let’s write a fucking fanfic about this” so here you are. I’m really sorry if this has been done before, it probably has but I’ve never seen it so, here’s my rendition. Enjoy! <3

Reader is purple

Vi is pink

Song lyrics is italics

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Your boyfriend was being a real dick recently, spending no time on you, forgetting your anniversary, getting angry all the time and it’s just getting on your fucking nerves. So, who do you go to?

Vi.

You lay with your head on her lap as she strokes your hair. You are just ranting about your boyfriend, probably talking her ear off but she truly doesn’t mind.

“He’s such a dick! Like, why can’t he put the fucking PS5 down for like a minute and pretend like he has an actual girlfriend right fucking here! Ugh!”

Vi can tell that you’re really worked up but she doesn’t really know how to help. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night, you were supposed to go out and have fun but, once again, your boyfriend killed the mood.

“Come on, let’s forget about him, go to the bar and just have fucking fun, y/n. Don’t let him ruin a good night with your best mate.”

Slowly, you nod, sitting up and running your fingers through your hair. You let out a deep sigh, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Let’s get dressed and we can go.”

“Alright. No need to apologise, love.”

She gently hugs you from behind as a little bit of reassurance, resting her chin on her shoulder and rubbing your stomach. You notice that she is a little more touchy than usual but you don’t really read into it too much.

You get dressed, slipping on the perfect, sexy red dress and pairing it with your one pair of expensive shoes, your Louboutins that you bought yourself a while ago and never wore because you were too scared to scuff them.

Vi walks out of the bathroom in a much more chill outfit and scans you up and down. She whistles, making you laugh and hit her arm, causing her to pull her arm back and laugh too.

“You look hot.”

“I know, thank you. Don’t look too bad yourself.”

Vi, as per, is in a more masculine fit, sporting a pair of black trousers and a button up, white t-shirt with a few of the buttons undone and her sleeves rolled up. The rolled sleeves shows off her muscular, tatted arms perfectly.

She gracefully takes your arm, linking it with her on before grabbing your bag for you and leading you out of the door once you’re all ready.

You arrive at the bar, annoyed at the long line of people. I mean, you’d have to assume considering it’s a Friday night but it’s still annoying.

Turning around to Vi, you rest your head on her chest and she kisses your head, stroking your hair. She looks down at you, her arm wrapped around your shoulder and she leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you okay, cupcake?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just still a little bummed about Alfie.”

She nods, understandingly before noticing that the line is finally moving and you’re closer to the front. She gently squeezes your hip to alert you to move forward.

You finally make it into the club after getting past the annoyingly flirty bouncer and the queue that seemed to last forever.

Once inside, you immediately go for the bar, needing some drinks. You order your favourite drink, feeling someone behind you. You look behind and see Vi, holding her card.

“Vi, I can pay for my drink.”

“I know you can but so can I.”

You roll your eyes before quietly thanking her and taking the drink from the bartender. You take a sip, feeling the familiar burning sensation as the liquid flows down your throat. Fuck this is strong.

After a few drinks and seeing a few pretty girls (and paying for a couple drinks) you and Vi head to the dance floor, dancing and singing to whatever song comes on.

As the song switches, you instantly recognise the song as “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and smirk. You feel Vi’s arms around your waist and you smile, letting her hold you and seductively sway with you.

“You reckon we got a lesbian DJ?”

She laughs, nodding because of the particular song choice. You’re both dancing with each other, singing the song when she spins you around, backing your body into hers. She presses you against her chest, her arm still firmly around your middle as the chorus approaches.

You blush, a little surprised by Vi’s boldness and, more importantly, hand placement as her arm is wrapped snugly around your middle. You place your hand on her arm, rubbing up on her a little.

As the chorus plays, you feel Vi’s hot breath on your neck, whispering the lyrics into your ear, causing you to tense up.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did.”

You swallow hard, involuntarily tilting your head to the side as you feel your best friend’s lips press to your neck. You reach your hand back, grasping her hair as she kisses up and down your neck and shoulders.

You can kind of smell the alcohol on her breath and you know that she is a little drunk but you know that she is sober enough to know exactly what she’s doing and, more to the point, what it’s doing to you.

As Vi kisses your neck, you stand there, confused. You know that you’re enjoying this but you also know that you have a boyfriend back at home. As if Vi knows exactly what you’re thinking, she whispers in your ear.

“Don’t think about him, baby. You know you like this because, if you didn’t, you’d have told me to stop already.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Vi.”

You spin around, abruptly pressing your lips to hers, your arms wrapping around her neck as hers link around your waist. She presses into you, pulling you ever closer as her tongue slides into your mouth.

You let out an involuntary moan, causing Vi to smile against your lips. You already know what she is thinking but you kiss her again before she can make a comment.

Her hands sneakily slide down to your ass as you continue kissing, your chests pressing against each other. Slowly, her hands move closer and closer to your thighs, gripping them softly.

“Make it any more obvious you wanna finger me, Vi.”

She laughs, picking you up and carrying you off the dance floor. You kick and flail a little until you realise where she is taking you. She takes you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the sink and closing the door.

You continue to make out, now able to hear each other’s breathy moans and deep breaths as you get lost in each other’s touch.

Suddenly, she reaches down and lifts up your dress, grabbing your panties and looking up at you before pulling them down. You give her a simple nod, as you know that she was waiting for consent.

“Words, princess. I’m not gonna do this unless I know you want it.”

“Yes I fucking want it Vi! Please.”

She smirks at your begging, kissing your chest. Pulling off your panties, she wastes no time in gently rubbing circles on your clit, making you let out a loud moan. You grab onto her shoulders, throwing your head back.

Slowly, she slides a finger into you and then two. She kisses your neck as she starts to pump her fingers in and out of your hole. She smirks, sucking on your neck as she murmurs something.

“You’re already dripping. How long have you been thinking about me touching you like this, y/n?”

You can’t tell if her question is rhetorical or not but, hopefully it is because you couldn’t answer anyway, due to the amount of pleasure you’re currently receiving. You wrap your arm around Vi’s shoulders, pulling her in for another kiss.

You moan against her lips, feeling her fingers thrusting in and out of you faster now. You try your best to keep kissing her but you’re losing your breath so your head just falls forward onto her shoulder.

“Fuck, Vi. Yes, fuck, right there.”

You let out a really loud moan as she hits your g-spot perfectly, her fingers curling to get just the right spot. A small whimper leaves your mouth, causing Vi to speed up even more.

Your thighs start to shake against her fingers and you know that you’re close. She kisses your temple as your head rests against her shoulder.

“Look in the mirror baby, I want you to see how good you look when I touch you like this.”

You obediently nod, looking in the mirror and seeing your fucked out face and messed up hair. You keep your eyes on your reflection as you finish all over Vi’s fingers.

She softly continues to thrust into you, riding out your high as you now look away from the mirror and into her eyes. Your eyes are lidded and exhausted and she has a wicked smirk on her face.

Pulling her fingers out of you, she immediately puts them in her mouth to lick off your cum. You don’t know if you’re turned on or not but you certainly know that you can’t do a round two.

“Fuck, Vi.”

“Feel good princess?”

“Mhm.”

Vi laughs, pulling you into her arms and stroking her hair as she sees how exhausted you are. She kisses your head again, rubbing you back.

“Should we get you home, baby? Maybe we can have a bit more fun there.”

“Okay…”

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[the-meme-monarch]

ooouuuuu friend.ship test. hi friendship test. I’ve had a break from commissions bc I’m waiting for an answer back before I can proceed so I’ve been able to just watch friendship test hi friendship test hi. hi. just finished act 7. act 7 has hands

[lovemepartly]

red or blue? ✩ the salesman

warnings: 18+, smut.  

a/n: based off this request! i love writing slightly longer fics like this so if you guys have any other requests please send them :) also, i feel like i could maybe make a part 2 out of this, so lmk if that’s something you guys would be interested in!

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you collapsed down on a bench on the train station, exhausted. your classes had been late at night today and with lack of sleep from the previous night, you felt depleted. university had really been kicking you down lately. the classes were hard and it seemed impossible to make friends. not to mention, you were also in extreme debt. you had a part-time job at a bakery, working as many hours as you possibly could, but it would still take you years to pay off your college debt.

the subway was busier than normal - it was rush hour. sounds of the trains whirring by and people rushing around to catch their train were giving you a headache, so you closed your eyes, leaning your head up against the wall. your train would be here soon enough.

you heard the steps of someone walking towards you and heard as the person shuffled to sit beside you on the bench. your head still leaning up against the wall, you didn't bother to open your eyes until the person next to you spoke, "long day?"

you lifted your head from the wall and when you finally met the gaze of the man who had spoken, your mouth lay slightly agape. he was extremely handsome, and a business man of sorts. he wore a perfectly tailored grey suit and was carrying a black briefcase. 

“you have no idea.” you mumbled, sitting up a little straighter. 

“are you in university?” the man asked. when you nodded, he added, “you must be looking for some money to pay off your debt.”

you furrowed your brow slightly, tilting your head to look at him. “how do you know that i have college debt?”

he gave you a crooked smirk and pulled the briefcase into his lap. “most students do, don’t they?”

“i suppose.” you responded.

“would you like to play a game with me?” he asked. 

you began to feel weird about this, unsure what his intentions were, so you just shook your head. “no, thank you.”

the man didn’t say anything, but he clicked open his briefcase and set it down between the two of you. inside, were perfectly folded paper squares and stacks of money. holy shit. that was a lot of money. 

“ddakji,” the man said suddenly, noticing your confused look. “if you win, i’ll give you 100,000 won. you have played ddakji before, haven’t you?”

you nodded. “yeah. wait - so if i just flip over your square, you’ll really give me 100,000 won?”

“yes.”

you squinted your eyes; you couldn’t tell if he was being truthful. with the way he was dressed, so pristinely, you were sure it had to be a scam. “i don’t believe you.” you finally said. 

the man merely smirked, and picked up two squares: one blue and one red. “you’ll find out if you play.”

what did you have to lose? nothing, really. “sure, i’ll play.” you agreed. you reached out to grab a square from the man, but he quickly pulled the folded paper away. 

“there’s one rule i haven’t told you about yet.”

“what’s that?” 

“if i win, you have to pay me 100,000 won.”

you scoffed. what a joke. “yeah, forget it. find someone else to play with.”

“i’ll let you go first, miss. what do you have to lose?”

damn it, it was like this guy could read your thoughts. if you played, you would go first and win - and if you didn’t, you could surely scrape up 100,000 won from somewhere, right? “fine.” 

“red or blue?” he asked, this time holding the squares out to you. 

“red.”

he nodded and handed you the red square, before dropping the blue one on the ground. he stepped back, and gestured for you to throw. 

your eyes narrowed, and reeling your arm, you threw the square down as hard as you could. it landed right on his, but merely made it jump a little. you watched in disappointment as your red square flopped pathetically next to his. shit. you looked up at him, and he only gave you a smirk, before bending down to pick up the blue square. with an effortless but powerful throw, he smacked the blue square onto the ground and you watched in dismay as your red square flipped over. 

you shifted your gaze up to him, and he only gave you a stupid, smug smirk that made you so angry - you wanted to hit him across the face. 

and suddenly reality set in. “wait, do i really owe you 100,000 won?” 

“those were the rules.” his smirk softened slightly but the smug look from his face didn’t disappear as he stepped closer to you, tilting his head, “do you not have the money?”

“i… um,” you fumbled over your words, trying to think of a response. “not now, but i can give it to you on-”

“you can pay with your body.”

your mouth dropped at his words. “excuse me?” 

“you can pay with your body.” he repeated calmly. 

“my body? what do you m-” he cut you off by grabbing your wrist firmly and pulling you into a secluded nook. you were now somewhat out of the public view, but people continued to rush past the two of you. 

“what are you doing?” you asked. he dropped his briefcase on the ground next to you. he had you pushed against the wall, one hand resting on the wall next to you and the other placed firmly on your hip. 

his face was so close to yours, your lips brushing, as he murmured, “you can pay with your body or you’ll owe me money. you don’t want that, do you?”

“n-no.” you stuttered. his tall figure leaned over yours, shielding you from the views of people who rushed past trying to catch their train.

“good.” he whispered in your ear. his hand moved from your waist down to your hip and then to your thigh. you were wearing a skirt, and his fingers lightly brushed over the skin just under your skirt. 

his face was so close to yours, and he was undeniably one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen that, without thinking, you lifted your face to press your lips to his. you could tell the movement caught him off guard, but he reciprocated, his fingers squeezing your thigh. he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, and when you moaned, he pulled away. “needy, aren’t you?”

his hand made its way higher up your thigh until he found your panties. his fingers trailed over the thin fabric, making you shiver. when you looked up at him, he gave you a crooked smile, before slipping his hand into your underwear. he ran his fingers though your embarrassingly wet folds. without warning, he slipped a finger into you. 

the sensation made you moan and you rolled your head back, leaning up against the wall behind you. his other hand found it’s way to your neck and he grabbed your chin firmly. “quiet. i don’t want anyone to hear you.”

you nodded your best and tried to muffle your moans as his finger kept pumping in and out of you. when he added a second finger, your breath hitched and you reached to grab him by the arm for support. he smirked, knowing you probably couldn’t take much more of this. his fingers curled at just the right angle that you squeezed his arm harder, “oh god, i…” you panted. “i’m gonna…”

at your words, he slowed the pace at which his fingers were moving and suddenly he pulled his hand out of your pants. you could feel your core pulsing, needing more. he brought his fingers to your lips and you parted your mouth, sucking your own juices off his hand. he smirked and drew his hand from your mouth, stroking your hair. “good girl.”

you thought for a second he was going to give you more, to at least let you finish after getting you so worked up, but you could only watch in confusion as he bent down to grab his briefcase. was he really going to leave you like this? he gave you a smug smile before nodding his head in acknowledgment. “i don’t want us to get caught,” he said, and straightened his suit. his hand extended to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and stroke your cheek. “maybe you can play another game with me some other time, miss.”

and with those final words, he turned and walked away, leaving you breathless and needy in the corner of the subway.

[tiki-was-here]

Most Valuable Possession Chapter Two

Injured Athlete Homelander x GN Physical Therapist Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Wrote this while watching athf and being balls deep in some popeyes. My ooga booga monkey brain is struggling to not just write homelannder bussing it down on that thang. Idk how you slow burn ppl do it. Also the rate at which I pump out fics is gonna slow because I’m starting to hate my writing so I think I need a break. I think it’s just too basic/generic yk?

Ch 1

John’s shirt was off again.This time he had taken it off without waiting for you to ask, draping it over the chair beside him before sitting back on the padded table. The overhead lights cast sharp shadows across his chest, sweat lingering at the base of his throat. If you cared to look closer at his posture you could see that he was a bit too comfortable. A calculated kind of relaxation. Like he wanted you to think he was at ease.

“Alright,” you said, stepping closer, “let’s check your range first.”

You reached for his arm, fingers wrapping just beneath his elbow. The muscle tensed under your grip.

“Relax.” Your voice softened, your thumbs pressing lightly into his forearm. “I’m not gonna rip it off.”

John huffed a laugh through his nose but didn’t say anything. He let you guide his arm up, rolling his shoulder gently in its socket, but his eyes stayed on you. That was something you had started to notice—he didn’t just look at you, he watched.

“How’s that feel?” you asked.

John’s fingers twitched against his thigh,brows pulling together for a fraction of a second before smoothing out again.

“Fine.”

You tilted his arm higher. His jaw clenched .

“Still fine?”

His lips parted, but the answer didn’t come right away. A beat passed before he muttered, “Yeah.”

Liar.

You said nothing, adjusting your grip, fingertips grazing the bare skin of his shoulder as you began rotating it slowly, pressing into the muscle. “You’re holding tension again,” you murmured, working through the knots with steady, careful pressure.

“Mm.” The sound was low, somewhere between acknowledgment and something else.His head was tilted slightly towards you like he was listening, but his eyes had fallen shut.

It was easy to forget who he was when he got like this. When he wasn’t barking orders, or tearing people apart for no good reason other than for his own sick amusement. Here, he was just a man with a damaged arm and an ego too big to admit when he was hurting. And a bit too pretty for his own good you'll admit.

You moved your hand lower, fingers pressing along the dip of his collarbone, testing for tenderness (definitely no other reason). His breath caught.

“You doing alright?” you asked.

His jaw clenched, but his voice stayed even. “Yeah.”

Still lying.

You clicked your tongue, shifting your grip slightly, letting your fingertips press just a little firmer into the muscle at the top of his shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to break him out of whatever trance he'd seemingly fallen in.

“You know,” you mused, tone deliberately casual, “you’ve been making a lot of progress. Most guys in your position don’t put in the effort—don’t have the discipline for it.”

John’s eyes flickered open slightly, his attention sharpening.

“You think so?”

There it was. You almost smiled.

“I know so,” you said, sliding your thumb along the tendon, easing out some of the tension. “Not everybody gets better. Not everybody can. But you—you actually listen. You push through the pain.” A pause. “That takes something special.”

He exhaled slowly, lids lowering again. His body melted just slightly under your touch, his jaw losing some of its stiffness.

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was almost amusing, how quickly he leaned into praise when it was given the right way. You hadn’t expected him to be so easy to read, but now that you saw it you found it so hard not to take advantage of him.

You let a beat of silence pass before you continued, voice softer, almost hurt.

“But you’re still pushing yourself too hard.”

The warmth in his expression cooled slightly.

“I can handle it.”

You hummed, not arguing, but not agreeing either. Instead, you let your hands go still against his shoulder, fingers splaying lightly against his skin. “You know, you’re allowed to admit when something sucks.”

John scoffed. “That what you tell all your patients?”

You gave a small shrug. “Nah Just the ones who need it.”

His throat bobbed slightly, the tension in his jaw shifting. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.

“…Baseball’s all I have. I dont have the privilege of being ‘not fine’. My team needs me.”

The words sat heavy between you.You hadn’t expected him to actually admit something like that, but now that he had, you could see the weight he carried, settled into his frame like it had always been there.

You hesitated, deciding that now, of all times, you should choose your words carefully. “What about when you’re done playing?”

His mouth twitched at the corner, like the idea itself was amusing. “Haven’t thought that far ahead.”

You leaned back slightly, crossing your arms. “You should. You won’t be able to do this forever.”

The look he gave you was sharp.“I know that.”

Then, surprisingly, his lips curved. Not into his usual smirk but an actual smile.(Seeing the crows feet appear next to his eyes should not have your heart stuttering like this)

“Maybe I’ll settle down.”

You couldn't help but let out an amused scoff. “With who?”

That seemed to amuse him more than it should have.

“You tell me.”

You let out a short breath, shaking your head. “You need to start being nicer to people.”

John made a sound low in his throat, his blue eyes almost piercing your soul with the intensity of his gaze. “That a professional opinion?”

“It’s a personal one.” You gave his arm a small pat before stepping back. “Now, go easy on it for the next few days. I’ll send a list of things you need to get.”

John sighed like you’d just told him to run laps. “I’ll have Ashley take care of it.”

Before you could say anything else, tell him to give that poor girl a break even if she could be an asshole sometimes, a knock at the door made your words die in your throat.

You sighed. “I guess your appointment is over.”

John’s expression darkened, just slightly,but he didn’t move.

You gave him a look. “John. You have to go.”

His fingers drummed against his knee. “Why?”

You lifted a brow. “Because I have other patients.” You turned back to him, keeping your voice even. “You’re getting better, John. Keep following my instructions, and soon you won’t even need me.”

Something flickered across his face but it was gone just as quickly as it came, smoothed over with something dark.

Whatever it was, you didn't have time for it. You stepped toward the door, glancing over your shoulder. “I’ll see you next session.”

John didn’t move at first, eyes almost looking through you as he was seemingly lost in thought but eventually, he stood, reaching for his shirt. He pulled it over his head before striding toward the door.

Without another word, he left.

It had been a long day. Your last session had ended over an hour ago, but you had stayed behind to file paperwork, organize notes, and generally avoid returning to the heap of scrap metal you called a car. It was way to cold to even think about it breaking down on you for the millionth time this month.

When you finally left, the halls were dark, the night outside quiet.

“I think I overdid it.”

You startled, heart nearly dropping out of your chest before turning toward the familiar voice.

John stood by the entrance, now sporting a grey hoodie.The dim lighting cast long shadows over his face, making it hard to read his expression. The only real giveaway was the way his left arm hung slightly too stiffly at his side.

You frowned, feeling the irritation seeping into your tone as yet another problem stood between you and your bed. “What did you do?”

He exhaled, shifting his weight. “Just some batting practice.”

Your eyes narrowed, stepping closer. “Batting practice?”

John rolled his shoulder slightly, wincing. “Had to test it out sometime, right?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You were supposed to be taking it easy John. You’re still recovering. Even touching a bat should be out of the question.”

He lifted a brow, the same stupid stupid smirk etching its way across his face that he wore whenever he was purposely being difficult. “So I should just sit around and do nothing?”

“If you want to heal? Yes.”

His lips twitched. “Guess I got carried away.”

Your gaze flickered to the way his fingers flexed slightly at his side, the stiffness in his frame, the tension at the corner of his jaw.

You sighed, already reaching for your keys. “Come inside.”

Something pleased flashing behind his eyes before he nodded and followed you back in.

[devdozes]

SO HAPPY TO HEAR ABT SPIDERMAN PHAINON, like can you write how exhausted he must be after being busy all night? Dozing of in the middle of class and having to cover for him and If you have more shenanigans for them please add them!!

♥ Spiderman Phainon !!

OH MY GOD THIS MAN HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD !! AND HELL YEAH ALSO SPIDERMAN PHAINON DRAWING AT THE END OF THE POST!!

This man treats you as his personal pillow istg. And, he will be passed out within SECONDS. You’ll be talking to him, and next thing you know? He’s OUT. If you try to get up, he tightens his grip around you. -"Babe, I need to get up—" "No." "Phainon." "You’re my pillow now. ;3"

He is absolutely DOWN BAD, he will definitely do those silly couple trends with you, and sometimes you wonder whether hes the man in the relation or you. -"BABYY WANT TO DO THE RIBBON TREND WITH ME??" -"BABY WANT TO DO THE LIPSTICK TREND WIRTH ME PLEAJ :(" - "Of course phai :), NOW CMERE"

He falls asleep in the most RANDOM places, and when he falls asleep, he is a HUNDRED times more clingy, You have caught him dozing off in class more times than you can count. Sometimes, his head just drops onto his desk with a loud thud. Other times? He’s literally asleep with his eyes open. "Babe, wake up." pinches cheek Mumbling. "Mmf… five more minutes…" clings onto your arm like a koala. "Phainon, we are in a LECTURE, wake up—" Grabs your hand and dramatically puts it over his heart. "Let me just… rest in your warmth for a moment…" "Oh my god."

Calls you his savior since you have to write his notes for him, of course you do hes literally spiderman and your boyfriend, you have to help him since you love his idiotic ass. If you don’t remind him about deadlines, he will forget. "Phai, did you finish the essay?" "… What essay." "THE ONE DUE IN AN HOUR???" "WHAT THE FUCK??" -You once caught him doing an entire paper five minutes before submission. The man wrote 1,000 words in 4 minutes. It somehow got an A.

Doesn’t want to admit when he’s too tired. "Phai, baby, go sleep for gods sake. "Nah baby im alright" immediately trips on air and faceplants

You once tried to see how long phainon would last without touching you and clinging on to you, he lasted 46 seconds. - baby come back i hate this, this is TORTURE—"

He texts you randomly during patrol and tells you EVERYTHING "Just stopped a robbery. Miss u. What r u doing?" "Babe I just saw a guy try to fight a raccoon behind a gas station. This city is insane." "I’m on top of a skyscraper right now thinking about u." "Send me a selfie. I need motivation."

HE LOVES WHEN YOU PATCH HIS INJURIESS !! and when you kiss them "Baby im alright no need to worry" "YOU HAVE A HUGE GASH ON YOUR ARM. SIT DOWN." "Im alright ill heal-" "Ill kiss your injuries" "Yes maam, please do that 500 times"

Bites you everywhere, fucking whimpers if you bite him back "Bites you "here is your daily serving""bites back""Lets out a whimper and asks you to do it again" "PHAI WHAT THE FUCK"

He always calls you "his" like 24/7, And gets SHAMELESS whenever he wants your attention and if someone approaches you "My love" "My baby" "Mine" "My girl" "Phai thats a cat you dont need to be all.. clingy" "Felines are cute yet dangerous"

His love language? Spoiling you. SPOILING THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA YOU. If you casually mention you like something? BOOM its in your room the next day "Babyyy you like cats dont you?" "Yes i do- oh my god." "Meet our new kid :D" "PHAINON WHY IS THERE A BRAND NEW GAMING SETUP" "But you complained on how your old gaming setup lagged :(" "Phainon i love you but you can NOT keep wasting your money"

Eats alot, and will force you to eat with him, He practically lives in your house so your fridge is ALWAYS full "Baby i got you your snacks and groceries!!" "That is enough food to last me an entire month." "You just eat less" "I am not a bigback like you Phainon" "THE AUDACITY??"

ALWAYS uses his webs cuz hes too lazy to do anything. One time, you were "too far" from him (you were 7 steps away from him" and then used his webs to pull you to him "PHAINON I WAS NEAR YOU! YOU COULDVE JUST WALKED" "Nuh uh" "Fuck you mean nuh uh"

If you compliment him once he will malfunction and BOMBARD you with compliments, kisses whatever. "C'mere pretty boy" "..." "OH MY GOD YOU LOVE ME" "We are literally dating" "MY AMAZING SWEET BEAUTIFUL PARTNER I LVOE YOU SO MUCHH"

He carries you randomly just to see your expressions, he is a down bad mf. And does those random ass stunts. "Baby look!" does a backflip "You're so dumb" It is dumb but you laugh and smile widely "YOUR SMILE IS SO PRETTYY"

If you ever feel bad, or want comfort, he will do ANYTHING FOR YOU. ANYTHING. Want fresh air? He's swinging you through the city with you in his hand the next second. Want to rant? He's listening and comforting you the next second

He may be a hero, but he would do anythin for you, even if that means betraying his city's trust or becoming evil or just quitting.

ARCADE DATES AND CHAOTIC ASS DATES. Phainon took you to an abandoned place and explored it around as a date. He is afraid of normalcy and loves being unique im not like other boys ahh 😒 -He insisted on dancing in the rain with you. "Baby can we please" "Sure :) but your clumsy ass is gonna get hurt" "No i wont!!" He falls on his ass the next moment he tries to do a fancy step in the rain with you, but you just laugh your asses off - He one time stole a shopping cart, seated you inside the shopping cart and pushed it full speed while controlling it. You both almost crashed against a light pole at like 100 km/h but his strong ass dodges it with ease luckily "PHAINON OH MY GOD LOOK IN FRONT!!" "FUCK OH MY GOD" - If you go on a beach date? hes beefing with kids and everyone. He is competitive. LIKE ALOT. He built a sandcastle and webbed it up so its technically indestructible. "BABYY LOOK :D" "Phai thats a goddamn kingdom" And whenever you all play beach volleyball, he does EVERYTHING to impress you or beat you. (he just wants to win) "HEY BABY THATS CHEATING YOUR USING YOUR SPIDEY SENSES :(" "I TAKE NO LOSSES." - Even when yall do an arcade date he does that. He always secretly uses his webs to pull out plushies without the sensors and you noticing "Aww baby you wanted that plushie" Pulls it out using his webs "PHAINON THATS STEALING!" "UH ITS JUST EXTENDED CLAW FUNCTIONALITY" Please kiss him after that - And in mall dates? he somehow manages to sneak in an entire course meal inside the movie theatre. He refuses to sit still. His leg bounces. He fidgets. He’s either whispering dumb commentary in your ear or dramatically reacting to the screen. "Baby the popcorn is so dry ugh" casually pulls out an entire full course meal from his jacket "Phainon what the fuck" "Shh Shh baby just relax and enjoy the illegally smuggled pizza" -Go karting dates? Hes gonna web the other players to win. And bowling? he accidentally breaks the bowling ball and the pins

HE ALWAYS RANDOMLY PICKS YOU UP, JUST TO FLEX HIS STRENGTH AND MUSCLES, AND EASILY DOES THINGS FOR YOU "Phai.. you dont have to hold my shopping bags" "Its okay there are only 21 bags" "Phai-" "Ill carry you too." AND HE ACTUALLY DOES. -His BACK MUSCLES OH MY GODD HE IS SO FINE, One time you walked in on him shirtless and his back was facing towards you, his shoulder blades and back msucles were so fucking fine. And the way his arms are so fuckign firm. You can NEVER get out of his grip

some texts with this menace

giggles, i am down bad AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST WHOEVER DID THIS OH MY GOD ILY

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

So I was just rewatching Bones, and towards the end Brennan (heavily pregnant at the time) called her baby's father and was like "hey this is embarrassing but uhhhhhh I'm trapped on the floor and I can't get up. You're here, in the same building, right? Please help..." (...well, we never got to hear what she said, but that's what happened, so 😂)

I bring this up because I just had a funny thought:

That scenario, but Frank Langdon x Heavily Pregnant!Reader

(Like...he's mid-shift, his back may or may not be twinging and he desperately needs a lunch break, when ring ring "hey honey this is so embarrassing but uh. I'm stuck on the floor--nonono I'm fine, our baby's fine, I just can't find the leverage to get up. I'm so sorry but uh, please...help???")

(Poor man's probably out the door before Reader can even finish, forgetting to notify anyone bc his wife and baby are in danger he needs to help-- (not really, Reader literally just needs a hand lmao). Robby's only a little annoyed (but amused. mostly amused tbh) when Frank shows back up with wifey in tow, demanding a full workup to make sure she and baby are okay.)

I’ve Fallen (For You)

main masterlist | the pitt masterlist

summary: you call your husband, stuck in quite a predicament 

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female heavily pregnant!wife!reader

rating: PG-13 

word count: 1.0k

warnings: reader is heavily pregnant (obv), nothing else i think

timeline: set before the show

author’s note: thank you for the request anon, i had so much fun writing this!

Langdon’s shift was nearly halfway through and he was counting the seconds till he could rush home. Rush home to you, the love of his life—his very pregnant wife.

His back had been screaming at him all day but he’d been ignoring it. He knew he should’ve paid for some damn movers, but he had opted to help his parents all on his own. He would’ve asked for your help, but you had just found out you were pregnant and he didn’t want to put that on your shoulders. Now several months later, his back was killing him.

Nothing he couldn’t handle, though.

“Robby, I’m taking a quick lunch break,” Langdon informed his boss before grabbing a sandwich from the cart. He just needed to sit down for two minutes and he’d be back to his chipper self. 

“Alright, three minutes max, Dr. Langdon,” Robby said.

“Understood,” Frank replied.

Just as he sat down his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hey honey,” he answered the call. “Work’s been a bitch today, excited to curl up in bed and watch crap TV.”

“First off, how dare you call my favorite show ‘crap TV’ second… I need your help.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Langdon asked quickly, kind of beginning to panic.

“I’ve sorta… fallen… and can’t get up…?”

“You’ve… huh?”

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to your husband. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t seem to find the leverage to get up.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry Frank but please could you… help?”

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said. “Love you, bye.”

“Love you more, bye.”

**

When Langdon got home, he found you lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. He reached out his hand and helped you up quickly.

“How’d this happen?” he asked as he pulled you into an awkward hug, your overstretched belly pressed against his abdomen.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” you replied, wanting to break the tension so he didn’t worry about you.

“You’re hilarious,” he said flatly. He soon broke away from the hug so he could get a good look at you. “Any dizziness? Nausea? Blurred vision?”

“No? Well nausea yes, duh, but that’s what the Zofran is for.”

“Follow my finger,” he said and held his pointer finger up for you to follow as he moved it from left to right and back again. “You probably don’t have a concussion,” he stated.

“I know I don’t have a concussion,” you laughed it off. “I didn’t hit my head, Frank, I just slipped and couldn’t get back up.”

“Still, we should head to The Pitt and have Dr. Collins look at you, just to be safe.”

“I don’t need an ultrasound, hun, I’m fine.”

“Nope, you’re coming to the hospital with me, c’mon.”

“Let’s take separate cars though, I don’t wanna be stuck in ‘The Pitt’ while you save lives for hours,” you said, using air quotes to be more dramatic.

“One of us can Uber home,” he protested. “C’mon, let’s go.”

**

When you got to the hospital, Langdon guided you through the traffic of people to get you to Heather.

He called out her name when he saw her.

“Mrs. Langdon! How lovely to see you. How are you?” Dr. Collins exclaimed. 

“I’m doing pretty good, though this pregnancy is kicking my ass.” You smiled and gave her a quick, small hug.

Langdon hurriedly explained what happened to you as Dr. Robby walked up.

“Mrs. Langdon! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he asked, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re here to drag Frank home early?”

“No, Robby, nothing like that,” you chuckled. “Frank insisted I come over–”

“She slipped on the hardwood floor and couldn’t stand back up, she had to call me to go and help her up,” Frank exclaimed.

“He is making it sound much worse than it was,” you said. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well an ultrasound wouldn’t hurt,” Robby said, assuming it was what Frank wanted. 

“See? Told you so!” Frank nudged your arm playfully.

“Really? You’re going with ‘I told you so’?” you laughed.

“Collins, please?” Robby gestured for her to get going with the ultrasound as quickly as possible.

“Of course, right this way,” Heather replied.

Frank walked behind you as you followed Dr. Collins to a space where you could do a quick ultrasound. 

You sat down on the chair and Heather started the ultrasound.

“Your baby looks good,” she said. 

“You’re sure?” Frank asked.

“Yep, healthy baby boy,” Collins replied.

“See? Told you so,” you said smugly, making your husband laugh and shake his head.

“Can I see your flashlight?” he asked Dr. Collins and she handed him the small device. “Look at my nose,” he said.

“Can I look at those gorgeous blue eyes instead?” you asked, wiggling your brows up and down. 

He couldn’t help the sheepish laugh as a slight blush began to warm his cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you two had been together, you still made his heart skip a beat when you said things like that.

He continued with the quick exam to be sure you didn’t have a concussion.

“Babe, you’re treating me like one of your patients,” you chuckled, brushing away his hands.

“Fine, I’ll let Dr. Collins give you the full once over just to be safe. Heather, you alright with that?”

“I really must restate there’s zero need for all of this, honey,” you said.

“I’d be happy to,” Heather said. 

“Thanks,” Langdon said. “I’m gonna get back to work, call me when you’re all done. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you grumbled before he kissed you goodbye.

**

“She’s perfectly fine. Slight bruising around her tailbone, but nothing that won’t heal on its own,” Dr Collins told Langdon about ten minutes later when she was finished with the brief exam.

“Thank you–” Frank was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He answered it quickly, seeing it was from you.

“Frank,” you started, “my water just broke.”

[harrystyleshotwife]

Through the Night (h.s.)

Word Count: 1.9k

tw: sickness (no vomit!), use of y/n, medicine dosage (to a child), gross sick things idk, cheesy fluff because why not

I’ve never had to write warnings before so lmk if there’s something to add

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Harry had performed in front of thousands, won multiple Grammys, and traveled the world. But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared him for the challenge of a sick baby and a sick wife at the same time.

It started one night with a sniffle from his daughter, Rosie, just shy of eleven months old. Then, by the next morning, she was burning up with a fever, her tiny body radiating heat against Harry’s chest as he cradled her.

“Poor baby,” he murmured, rocking her gently as she whimpered. He pressed a kiss to her damp curls, frowning. “Mumma’s gonna be so cross that she can’t hold you.”

Speaking of, his wife, (Y/N), was curled up on their bed, buried beneath a mountain of blankets. Her voice had been scratchy the night before, and now, she was also down for the count. When Harry had woken up, she was shivering, nose red, and throat too sore to even argue when he told her to rest.

Now, with Rosie clinging to him like a little koala, her fevered cheek resting against his shoulder, Harry was on full-time duty.

Rosie whined, rubbing her face against his chest, snot leaving a wet patch on his t-shirt. Harry didn’t even flinch. He’d long since accepted that fatherhood meant getting covered in all sorts of things.

He carefully measured out the pink liquid and sat her on the counter, keeping a firm hand on her waist. “Okay, love, just a little sip.”

Rosie made a face before she even tasted it.

It took three tries, two fake-out attempts, and a promise of a cuddle, but finally, Rosie swallowed the medicine, shuddering dramatically.

“Good girl,” Harry praised, kissing her forehead. He couldn’t help the smile of triumph that was creeping onto his face.

Harry peeked into the bedroom to check on (Y/N). She was exactly where he’d left her—wrapped in blankets, a tissue tucked under her pillow, eyes closed.

He felt a pang of sympathy. She rarely got sick, but when she did, it hit her hard.

“Baby?” he whispered, nudging the door open with his foot, Rosie still in his arms.

(Y/N) cracked one eye open, albeit only slightly.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks her gently.

She groaned. “Like I got run over by a bus.”

Harry chuckled softly, shifting Rosie to his other arm. “Sounds about right. Want some tea?”

She nodded weakly. “With honey.” She reminds him, although he never forgets.

“Got it.” He hesitated. “You want me to leave her in here?” He nodded at Rosie, who was now chewing on the collar of his shirt.

(Y/N) pouted. “I want to cuddle her, but I don’t want to make her sicker.”

“She’s already got the same sickness as you, sweetheart,” Harry reminded her gently. “Think it’s a bit late for that.”

She sighed. “Alright. Bring her here.”

Harry settled Rosie beside her, and immediately, the little girl snuggled into her mum’s side.

“Hi, baby,” (Y/N) croaked, kissing the top of Rosie’s head.

Harry watched them for a moment, heart full despite the chaos.

Then Rosie sneezed—right into (Y/N)’s face.

Harry winced. “Well. Guess we’re really all in this together now.”

Rosie had finally dozed off on Harry’s chest, and (Y/N) was lightly snoring in bed. Harry had one arm wrapped around their daughter while using his free hand to scroll on his phone.

He was exhausted, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Well, maybe for a little sleep.

But mostly, he was just grateful.

Grateful for his wife, for their baby, for the quiet moments like this, even in the middle of sickness.

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Okay this was a hard read/write idk but I feel like I could’ve ended it better but I just can’t be bothered so yay!!

I got the divider thing online with no credits attached so please tell me if it’s yours and I’ll give creds!!

[rusalka52]

Tell me I’m pretty

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Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: You finally go on your date with Sirius, will he act like a gentleman or will he choose to be a dick?

cw: tooth-rotting fluff, slightly suggestive

4.6k words

A/N: So the series concludes! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I have a potential smut one-shot planned out however there is no guarantee it will be written. If you would like to request something you can do so, requests are open for now !!! Don’t forget to like, reblog, comment 💗💗💗 without further ado, enjoy!

The walk to Hogsmeade is quiet. Painfully so. You were talking fine the other times you were left alone, hell, you even had your tongue down his throat before, but now you can’t even muster up anything more than a one word response to all his attempts at conversation. If you continue at this pace he’s going to start thinking that you don’t want to be here!

“Look, if you don’t want to go on this date that’s fine, we can go back to the castle and pretend this never happened…” Sirius says from beside you, sounding dejected.

“No! I do want to go.” You spin around to face him, responding a bit too fast. You’re about to spend at minimum the next two hours with him, you might as well be honest. “I just… I don’t know, I feel really nervous about this, I don’t know why, it’s stupid.” You finish, avoiding his eyes in embarrassment.

“Aww, come ‘ere.” Sirius coos, engulfing you with his arms and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, it is a bit stupid considering how many times we’ve kissed and you weren’t reduced to a ball of nerves then!” He adds, patting your hair.

“Shut up, Black.” You giggle, slapping his chest, and you two keep walking towards the village.

His hand keeps brushing against your own as you walk side by side, but neither of you seem to be brave enough to fully hold the other’s hand. You can’t help but bite back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You are apparently bold enough to snog but hand-holding is where you draw the line. It’s way more intimate, you reason.

“You look lovely, by the way.” His gentle voice breaks the comfortable silence that had formed around you and it catches you off guard. Who knew Sirius Black could be so benevolent.

“I- uh, thank you.” You have got to stop stuttering, it’s making you look like a lovesick teenage girl! “You look really handsome too.” You bump his shoulder. This wasn’t an empty compliment, you’re not an idle flatterer, you truly do mean it. His bell bottomed dark blue jeans hung low around his hips and his cropped Ramones shirt gave you a clear view of his lower abdomen, he no doubt cut the shirt himself for that exact reason.

“Eyes up here, darling.” Sirius tuts playfully causing heat to prickle at your neck and flood your cheeks.

“Oh, stop it.” You roll your eyes, looking away from him and biting the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling.

~

After walking for a couple more minutes in comfortable silence you finally arrive at the entrance to the Hogsmeade village. You look over at the slightly taller boy next to you.

“So what do you want to do first?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Whatever your heart desires, love, it’s up to you. My treat, of course.” He winks, bowing his head over-dramatically.

“Oh my, what a gentleman!” You fawn sarcastically, fanning your face, before continuing. “What do you say we visit The Three Broomsticks first, my kind sir?”

“Mmm, if you call me sir again we can do anything.” He replies wiggling his eyebrows provocatively.

“Black! Stop being crude.” You gasp in mock offense and turn on your heel, heading towards the cozy pub.

“Hey, wait up!” He giggles behind you, rushing to be by your side again.

You push open the heavy wooden door of The Three Broomsticks, the familiar warmth of the pub is a comforting contrast to the crisp early spring breeze, remnants of the icy winter that had passed still lingering in the air. The low murmur of conversation from all the couples occupying the booths and the scent of mulled wine and warm beer immediately filled your senses. You scan the student-filled pub trying to find a seat until Sirius puts his hands on your shoulders and starts steering you in the direction of a snug table for two that was tucked away behind a gaggle of third years. You pull out the seat ready to sit down but Sirius quickly interrupts you.

“Wait!” He rushes over to your side and pushes the chair back in its place. You look at him in confusion.

“What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn’t pull out a lady’s chair for her to sit?” He explains, doing exactly that.

You shake your head smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Nuh uh, love, I’m single handedly keeping chivalry alive!”

After looking over at the menu for a couple minutes, commenting on the new items they added, Sirius waves over the bartender, orders two butterbeers and immediately pays for them before you could protest.

The initial ice between you two has melted and your conversation flows smoothly while you wait for your orders to arrive. As you two drink your butterbeers you talk about everything and nothing – the upcoming exams and which one you were the most worried about, your plans after graduation, the Quidditch World Cup and who James was betting on winning. You were in the middle of discussing how professor Flitwick’s latest assignment gave you a really hard time, when a head of black braids ducking into the female bathrooms catches your attention.

“Umm, would you excuse me for a moment, I need to use the loo.” You interrupt abruptly, downing the last few sips of your drink, and stand up. If this is who you think it is you will have a fit.

“Cas, what the hell are you do-” You exclaim once you open the bathroom door but instead of seeing just Dorcas you see three pairs of wide eyes looking back at you in horror.

Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans. You all immediately start bickering.

“Why are you all congregating here, are you fucking serious?” You pinch the bridge of your nose already getting a headache from their excuses as to why they were all hiding in a bathroom.

“No, but she is…” Marlene whispers in Dorcas’ ear.

“Wha- Hey! I heard that! I can’t believe you were spying on us! What is wrong with you!?” You sigh, exasperated from their behaviour.

“Look, in my defense,” Lily begins, “I was out with James, and when he mentioned that you two were going on a date I just had to come and see for myself! I happened to find those two roaming around the village and they tagged along!”

“We’re not a spectacle to be gawked at, like animals in a zoo!” You defend.

“Well, it is a bit out of the ordinary that’s all! Not something you see everyday so of course people will be interested!” Dorcas tries to reason. “And besides, it’s not like we have undercover agents outside trailing you, we’re just your caring friends that wanted to check-in!”

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens behind you.

“Where is she? I spotted Sirius but not her- oh…” Pandora enters behind you, a sheepish expression morphing onto her face upon realising she’s been caught.

“Oh Merlin, you’ve got to be kidding me… Is everyone here keeping tabs on us, what is going on?”

“Nope, it’s just us four.” Marlene grins, shamelessly.

You’re about to respond when the door opens again. If you see another one of your mutual friends enter the bathroom you are going to go insane.

“Ermm, are any of you waiting to use the toilet, or..?” A fourth year girl interrupts your little gathering, making you all leave the cramped bathroom and disperse with apologies for keeping people waiting, but not before you threaten all four girls to leave you and Sirius alone.

“Notice how she didn’t even try to deny the fact she’s fucking Sirius when I mentioned it, food for thought.” Marlene says to Dorcas astutely, tapping her temple, who in turn just nodded gravely.

~

While you were dealing with the spies in the bathroom, Sirius had taken note of a couple of prying eyes pointed his way as well.

He tried to ignore the holes being burned in the back of his skull, assuming it was some poor heartbroken girl he had rejected a couple months ago. If she approached he was simply going to tell her to bugger off and get back to his date. As he turned around, however, instead of seeing a wide eyed girl, he saw Peter’s beady eyes peering over at him from the top of a booth seat. Suddenly two hands shot out from next to him to swat at his head. Remus and James were here too, great, Sirius thought to himself annoyed. He quickly looks over to where the bathroom door is to make sure you're not returning to the table yet and he stomps over to the three boys who were whispering to each other furiously.

The other three Marauders were crammed into a single booth seat, which was meant for two people. Half of Remus’ leg was hanging out of the seat and James was pressed up against the pub’s window, while Peter was squished between the two taller boys. As Sirius approached their table and stood over it with his arms crossed, the boys’ whispering ceased and they stared straight ahead while cupping their hands around their butterbeers. If no one moves he might not see us and go away, was the thought process going through their heads.

“Oh wow, Padfoot! What a pleasant surprise! Who would’ve thought we’d see you here!” James exclaims, turning to look at him, an unnervingly wide, fake smile plastered on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Sirius whisper-yells at them as he takes a seat across the three boys.

“Just getting a drink, mate, no need to get bitchy!” James defends.

“Pete, why are you here?” Sirius asks, turning his full attention to the meek boy in the middle. He was well aware that under any amount of pressure Peter would crack immediately, and Sirius pointing his piercing gaze towards him definitely counts as pressure. Too much pressure, at that.

“Umm, what James said.” he says, averting his gaze and focusing on his drink in his hands .

“Wormtail.” Sirius says, firmer and stricter this time.

“I- uhh, well we just wanted to ermm…” An elbow being shoved against his ribs interrupts his train of thought; he looks over at James and gulps. “A drink. We wanted a drink.” he nods frantically, as if trying to convince himself he's telling the truth.

“Peter Pettigrew, you better answer now if you know what's good for you.”

“Leave the poor boy alone, mate.” Remus murmurs trying to defuse the situation, but he’s not looking at Sirius either, who is progressively getting more and more irritated as the minutes go by.

“Then tell me why you're here staring at us like a bunch of perverts!” He snaps looking at each of the boys in front of him.

James sighs and explains. “Look, mate, we honestly just wanted a drink and we happened to spot you two and well- we decided to see how everything is going!”

“And? What’s your bright consensus?” Sirius rolls his eyes sarcastically, his anger starting to dissipate slowly. He could never stay angry at James. On the one hand he wanted to appear nonchalant and unaffected regarding this date but on the other he needed some outside perspective on how it's going.

“Merlin, is the Sirius Black asking our opinion on a date?” James gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. James knew Sirius like the back of his hand so when he heard him ask his opinion on a date, even if he tried to appear sarcastic about it, he knew he was done for. The boy was completely obsessed with you. He could try and disregard the fact Sirius was raving about you the entire week in anticipation for this date, he could try to forget how Sirius turned their dorm upside down today at six thirty in the morning, he doesn't even wake up for class that early, looking for the perfect outfit for this date, but him asking for their viewpoint was too much.

“Tosspot.” Sirius hisses as he notices you open the bathroom door. He hurriedly gets up from his seat and with long strides makes his way back to his table, shoving a fourth year Hufflepuff out of the way and nearly making him fall over.

“Hey there, gorgeous, long time no see.” Sirius greets you again with his signature half-smile. “What do you say we leave now that we have both finished our drinks.” His smile appears strained.

“Yes, I would like that very much.” You reply looking over your shoulder towards the group of girls, hoping that they don't follow you and, unbeknownst to you, Sirius does the same with his friends.

The moment you two leave the pub an unlikely group of friends forms. Seven people somehow manage to squeeze themselves into a booth meant for four. Dorcas sits on Marlene’s lap, Pandora is shoved in the middle across from Peter and Lily nearly falls out of the booth. James made Remus switch seats with him so he could be closer to Lily, his to-be wife, as he called her.

“Mate, he’s smitten…” Remus mutters, shaking his head in disbelief, as seven pairs of eyes follow you two exiting the quaint pub. The girls had of course joined the three Marauders to their table, ready to unpack everything that had just unfolded before their very eyes.

“I KNOW!” James exclaims loudly, squeezing Lily’s hand from across the table, who just nodded in agreement with a hum.

“So is she!” Pandora adds.

“Did you see how focused they were on one another during their conversation, Sirius didn’t even turn around when Pete knocked over the beer glasses!” Marlene gushes. “And when I mentioned her shagging Sirius she didn’t even deny it she just blushed! It was adorable really-”

“You lot have no idea how worried she was this morning, it was driving us insane, I thought she was going to have a nervous breakdown! Even her hands were shaking. She's never that stressed, not even for the OWLs!” Dorcas points out.

“So was Sirius!” Peter states. “I thought he was going to punch me when he couldn’t find his ‘lucky socks’, it was madness!”

“Prongs, did you bring the map?” Remus asks, unable to hide his interest in his friend's escape.

“Yes of course, it’s right he- CRAP!”

“Jamie, please don't tell me you forgot it in your quidditch bag again…” Lily questions, biting her lower lip anxiously.

Instead of answering James looks sheepishly at each person and just nods slowly, scared of their reaction.

A chorus of disappointed “no”s follows.

~

The crisp air kisses your cheeks as you walk beside Sirius Black through the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden gleam over the village, and the scent of warm butterbeer wafts from Three Broomsticks behind you as you distance yourselves from the pub and make your way towards the shops.

Sirius was smiling, that signature mischievous sparkle in his eyes. His usual confidence seemed a bit softer today, however, and you couldn't help but smile back, your heart fluttering in a way it hadn't before.

“So,” he begins, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face, “are you here to visit the shops? Or are you here just to see me?” He smirks, interlocking his hand with yours and your brain short circuits. Normally you'd be able to come up with a quick and witty response but this time you seemed to run out of things to say.

“Well, I usually come here to check out the stores, but I suppose I can make an exception just for today.” You chuckle, playfully nudging him as you regain your composure. You're actively trying your best to ignore the way your heart is beating in your ears, the blush threatening to tint your cheeks and the smile tugging at your lips.

“Hm, I’ll take it, I’m known to be quite charming and persuasive as you very well know.” His grin widens. “So, where do you want to go now?”

“Let’s just walk around and see what catches our eye!”

“I like that, who knew you’d be so spontaneous!”

“Not all Slytherin are uptight, rigid twats, you know.” You giggle. “Just most of them.” You add quietly.

After walking down the long flight of stairs at the Hogsmeade High Street, passing by various stores, peering at any shop window that catches your eye, your hand still in his, you suddenly start feeling him tug and manoeuvre you slightly to the left. You catch his gaze shifting towards a shop and you follow his eye. Zonko’s joke shop. Of course. He stays quiet, unsure whether it would be appropriate to bring a first date to a joke shop. He’s about to walk away when you ask. “Would you like to go in? I haven’t visited Zonko’s in ages!” You offer sincerely.

“Do you really mean that? I’d love to go!” He looks like a puppy being asked if he wants to go for a walk, all excited and tugging you towards the orange shop. You can almost imagine a tail wagging furiously behind him as he drags you towards the store’s entrance.

“After you, my lady.” He bows, opening the door and letting you enter, you just laugh at his silly, over the top antics.

“Oh Godric, they have a sale on dungbombs! I really should stock up on some…” He says, more so to himself than to you. He’s like a kid in a candy shop, popping from one shelf to another at lightning speed.

He nudges you affectionately with his elbow grabbing you attention.

“You know Peter once in year three accidentally set off a whole package of dungbombs in the Slytherin common room. It was mental! We only meant to throw in a couple, not the whole box! I hear they couldn’t get rid of the smell for weeks.” He giggles.

“Yeah, I remember that.” You deadpan.

“Oh! I… um- well, ha, look-” He starts to stutter flustered, obviously having forgotten he was on a date with someone who experienced this incident first hand.

“Don’t worry,” you chuckle reassuringly, “ignoring how terrible the smell was, did you know Lucius accidentally stepped on one that didn’t set off? His hair stunk for days after that I thought he was on the brink of having a panic attack every time I saw him! He kept muttering ‘my hair’. We truly thought he would have to be institutionalised at St. Mungo’s.”

“No way, are you serious?” He gasps in shock and excitement, clearly unaware of that event.

“No, you are!” You murmur, embarrassed at how bad this joke is.

“Huh?!” He gasps excitedly, grabbing your hands and turning you to fully face him. “Did you just make your first Sirius pun with me?! My goodness, I’m corrupting you!”

“Shut up- Merlin, are those Frog Spawn Soaps?”

“Yes!” Sirius grabs your hand again, dragging you over to the soap’s display case.

“A year or two ago,” he begins grabbing one of the toys to fidget with “James and I snuck into the prefects bathroom, before Remus became prefect of course, and we dropped three soaps in the water thinking that it would only spawn nine frogs, do you know how many it spawned?” You shake your head no, he looks to be on the edge of his seat to tell you the answer anyway.

“NINETY!” He yells out. “We misread the packaging, it actually said thirty frogs per soap, not three! Common mistake.” He elaborates as you nod in agreement. “We were sure Minnie was going to have our heads when she found out it was us who left the soaps, but she can never stay angry at me, I’m too delightful and endearing, wouldn’t you agree, love?” His flirty attitude was seemingly back, you can’t say you didn’t miss it.

“Hmm, I don’t know, you haven’t really shown me that much charm today.” You tease. You were thankfully back to normal as well after your short shock you experienced previously.

He gasps. “Well, we must surely change that! Let’s get going then!” He leads you out of the shop, slipping a dungbomb in his pocket without the storekeeper noticing.

As you exit the store you notice the sun has started slowly dipping below the horizon, casting a golden haze over the cobblestone lined streets, making everything seem like it was submerged in gold.

“Oh Salazar, what time is it? It’s probably getting close to curfew, we need to head back!” You murmur worriedly.

“It’s almost five.” He says, checking the leather watch around his wrist.

“We should head back! I don’t want McGonagall giving us detention again.”

“Well you’re surely not worried about getting detention together again, right?” He mumbles, tongue in cheek.

You elbow him in the ribs with a huff and walk towards the castle.

“Wait, let’s go the longer way.” He says walking towards the less populated street that leads to Hogwarts. It was more scenic, however, you needed double the time to get to the castle so a lot of students didn’t prefer it. The only ones who used it were lovey-dovey couples and students who procrastinated getting back to school; which category do you fit in, you wonder.

~

The street is lined with oak trees that had now started regrowing their green leaves after the harsh autumn and winter. You and Sirius follow the winding path hand in hand. The wind has started to pick up and it began blowing your hair all over the place. You duck your head trying to stop the stray hairs from falling into your eye. In your rush to leave this morning you forgot to bring a hair tie with you and you didn’t feel like rummaging through your bag for a potential hair tie, that might not even be there.

“I think it’s time for me to return the favour.” Sirius leans in and whispers in your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him, quizzically, eyebrows furrowed.

He places his hand on your shoulders, turning you to face him. You attentively watch his movements as he takes a hair tie -your hair tie- from his wrist. You go to turn around, realising what he’s planning to do, but he stops you.

His toned arms wrap themselves around your head, gathering a handful of your hair and pulling it back in a ponytail. He slightly tugs at your hair, making you bite back a moan, as he makes sure all flyaway strands are neatly tucked under the hair tie. His eyes bore into yours and such piercing stare would normally make you avert your gaze, but for some reason you cannot seem to look away this time. His silvery blue eyes look almost like they’re glowing under the setting sun and you can’t help but be captivated.

After he finishes tying your hair, his one arm rests against your shoulder as his other caresses your jawline, rubbing delicate circles against your cheek, and his eyes flash down to your lips. You’re about to lean in when suddenly you think to yourself you shouldn’t give in to his charms so easily.

You briskly turn on your heel, slapping his face with your ponytail, and quickly walk towards the castle, giggling. He just stands there, shell-shocked before shaking his head, a soft smile etched on his pretty lips, before following behind you.

“Stop being such a minx. Why must you punish me so?” He whines in your ear, finally catching up behind you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, meeting his eye and feigning innocence, as you grab ahold of hand and lead him towards the school.

“You know, a little birdie informed me of a rather odd rumour about you.” You mention, squeezing his hand to grab his attention.

“Hm? And what might that rumour be? Is it the one about me being a sensational kisser and an exceptional shag?”

“No, it’s not that one, although I’ve been informed of that one as well. No, it’s the one about you talking the Gryffindor tower populus’ ear off in anticipation for this date!”

“I- who told you that?!” He asks, alarmed.

“Oh, no one in particular. They did also mention, if I recall correctly, something about my lips looking ravishing and me being intelligent, is that true?” You ask biting your lip waiting for his response, a teasing tone lacing your voice.

“No! I mean yes, but not in that way- well actually in that way, I just-.” He blushes looking like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Oh my god, you’re blushing!” You announce, grinning wolfishly from ear to ear. You love making him flustered.

“You’re so annoying.” He says, unable to hide the mirth from his voice.

You walk the rest of the way, falling into comfortable silence, when you finally reach the nearly empty courtyard, save for some lingering second years that are waiting for their older friends to return from Hogsmeade with candy.

You pause in front of the entrance to Hogwarts castle.

“So,” he trails off, “do I not get even a single kiss after saving your life twice today?”

“When was my life in grave danger, I don’t seem to recall.” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Well, once when we met up this morning, you got startled and could have had a really nasty fall had I not been there! And then the second time was a couple minutes ago when there was this extremely dangerous gust of wind. Your hair could have gotten in your eyes and you could have tripped and fallen, injuring your pretty face. However, I was luckily there to save the day!” He explains.

“Hm, I guess you do have a point, those were very noble deeds.” You acquiesce.

“So wouldn’t you agree that I deserve a reward for my chivalry and bravery?”

“I suppose you were a really good boy today and you deserve a treat.” You smirk patting his shoulder.

You lean closer to him and your lips meet his.

His hands wrap around your waist hungrily and you can hear him softly whimper against your lips. This kiss was different from the ones you’ve shared before. The lust and hunger for each other remained unchanged but it was mixed with something deeper, a sense of yearning and desire. It was slower, less rushed, you allowed yourselves to relish in the time you spent together and the time you will spend with one another in the future.

“So,” he pulls away, “same time next Saturday?” He questions waiting with a bated breath for your answer. Before he even asked you were sure whatever you and him had going on would surely become a regular occurrence.

“Yes. Yes, Sirius, I’d like that very much.” You reply and he exhales with relief and you walk into the castle together.

“Wait, I will escort you to your dorm!” He announces ready to follow behind you again.

“I think I know my way back.” You smile. “Good night, Sirius.” And like that you disappear down the stairs. You couldn’t wait to go prove to Regulus how horribly wrong he was about his brother.

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New challenge: I listen to a random chapter of the Soc duology and try to write down all of my thoughts for you as I go, but I’m not allowed to pause the audiobook I don’t know why I’m doing this

This will be chapter 37 of Crooked Kingdom, and I guess if this is interesting to y’all for some reason you can let me know and suggest chapters to try in the future

Okay here we go:

“Panicked stadwatch officers with hasty trigger fingers” this tells us so muchhhhh

“I’ve been shot!” “He had not been shot” is forever hilarious I don’t care

“seized” - they had to SEIZE the medik to actually make him do anything I’ve talked about this medik before but it was a long time ago ugh it says so much about Ketterdam we also have words similar verbs like “pulled” for this in this chapter it’s so cool

Pleaseeee a brawl between the ravkans and Fjerdans, plus Inej said earlier that they were worse than Barrel bosses facing off on the stages like again so much depth to such an offhand and arguably humorous remark

This moment being the “you will see me once more but only once” ending is so interesting to me like I’ve never quite figured it out it seems almost too simplistic it makes me think I’m missing something, but then maybe a lot of the depth is about —

Okay interjection to add: “You’re worth the time it’s going to take me to beat you to death with that stick of yous” is such an insane fucking line ughhhhh it’s so well crafted I hate Rollins so much

— as I was saying maybe the depth is kind of about how Inej doesn’t react against Van Exk (oh shit we’ve got to the little Kaelish prince I’m very far behind) because she isn’t seeking vengeance in the same way that Kaz is, I’ve talked about this before and how Kaz’s revenge is an addiction and Inej’s intentions are dissimilar and okay gonna move on bc there’s too much to say WHY DID I START WITH THIS CHAPTER THERE’S TOO MUCH

“The trick is not to love anything” God Kaz is so lucky that it takes Rollins so long to realise Inej is his tell, but FUCK if it isn’t because Rollins is dense enough for exactly what Kaz tells Wylan at the start of ck, that no-one sees past the cane so no-one sees his other tells

Okay I’m taking too long to type this is so frantic on my end lol I feel like it’s just come across so dully but there was a quite a few minutes ago about Alby where Kaz is like ‘should I send him to your door with his throat cut dressed in his best suit’ that I am OBSESSED with

Ohhhh the whole thing with you were 2 pigeons waiting to be plucked and if it hadn’t been me it would’ve been someone else is SO IMPORTANT

Fucking obsessed with the way the Kaz narrator says “I buried your son”

“This she would not forgive him” it was this specific line that let me genuinely believe Kaz had actually done this in this scene, and I actually think in retrospect that he means Inej won’t forgive him for lying and potentially for how torturous this manipulation is because even when it’s against Rollins how can he justify manipulation and torture in front of Inej

“A piddling little fortune” this whole section but also UGH this description, like Kaz has already stated awareness that Rollins probably had multiple victims of the same swindle bc their money wasn’t worth all the effort but to actually hear it described like this, as something not worth the trouble, is so painful

“He was a fool and you knew it” & “you can’t fleece an honest man” oh just twist the knife like all of this, the way it leads into how Rollins was the one who taught Kaz that greed is a lever and how maybe one day Kaz will be able to forgive Jordie CUTS ME SO DEEP there are so many layers to this like ahhh I don’t have time or I’m gonna forget what I wanted to write next hang on

The “what right does he have […] how is he different than me and my brother?” is so important to the themes of classism anyway but the fact that Rollins is ALSO living in the Barrel and yet this STILL exists has so many levels to it about the depth of new money/old money dynamics in Ketterdam I want to talk about the representation of the American Dream in these books again but I’m really far behind now

“Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough you learn to like the taste”

Strength being the only currency that matters in the Barrel and Rollins being on his knees for his son and also Kaz once again wagered absolutely everything on a father loving his child, even after seeing the aftermath of trying to do that or Van Eck oh his dad must have loved him so much it breaks my heart

“Doing whatever pamapered children do when their fathers are away”

“He won’t be around to back up any of Van Exk’s claims and people will see him leaving in a rush with a medik in tow” this was fucking genius icl having the outbreak sites being dime lions property and then tricking Rollins into leaving that way, AND having the addition of no support for Van Eck

“I also had her stop at the Menagerie” *cheers*

“It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again”

THEY HOLD HANDS WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT KANEJ HOLDING HANDS IN THIS SCENE

“I can only kill his son once. He can imagine his death a thousand times” THIS THIS THIS I’m out of time bc that’s the final like but let’s talk about Kaz and the concept of hauntings please pretty please

[ultred]

if your sp is not treating you the way you want to be treated, i beg of you, please, do not argue with them and send those damn paragraphs and pitiful text messages. 🙏 i promise you, no amount of “you should treat me better” will change anything. if you truly think you deserve better, you’ll just leave that mf or not care that much about that version of them but you’re still here. still arguing with them. still trying so hard while they keep doing the same shit over and over. obviously they will not take you seriously because you do NOT take yourself seriously. eiypo ? right ? why is it that when you’re in an undesirable situation, you completely forget that. here is the thing, the more you react to something in the 3d, the more it will show up. it’s exactly like an algorithm. the more you interact with certain topics, the more they’ll show up to you. whether positive or negative, it doesn’t matter. the algorithm doesn’t know the difference. it just gives you what you interact with. what you accept. what you choose to be aware of over and over. for a second, say, fuck that sp. i choose myself. i choose to have the best version of anyone because i deserve the best treatment. ask yourself, do people who TRULY believe that they deserve the best treatment and get everything they want in life sit anxiously on their phone waiting for someone to treat them well, begging them while crying on the floor to give them what they deserve ? send those text messages ? waste their energy writing those paragraphs ? hell no. so, why can’t you be like that too ? what makes them more special than you ? what makes them more worthy than you ? it’s just a matter of how you view yourself and others and what you select to experience. that’s it. you want to get what you want ? understand the law and stop going against it. stop doing what everyone is telling you not to do. i don’t care. if you feel the urge to react or argue with them, have the self-discipline to not do that. you can do anything else. cry. let it all out. do something you enjoy. do breath work. meditate. go to the gym. do pushups. do a cartwheel on a table. do absolutely anything but NEVER lower your value or self-esteem for anyone !! never beg anyone for anything. never tell anyone how to treat you. never ASK for ANYTHING from anyone. you do not ask for what you are worth, it simply just comes to you because it is YOURS. here is what i do. when people in my life are pissing me off, i close the lights in my room, lay down on my bed, put on my airpods, open youtube, listen to self concept vids from my favorite manifestation coaches as reminders or neville goddard’s audiobooks (listen to whatever you want, that’s just what works for me), say fuck the 3d it is not real, and completely live in my imagination as if it’s already actually happening. and guess what, that never fails to work. it always works because yes, imagination is the true reality. i want y’all to become so lazy and careless that you don’t care about reacting to the 3d anymore. stop putting so much effort. stop wasting your energy. stop doing too much. they will never change if you keep on selecting and reacting to their bullshit over and over. they’ll “change,” once your inner world does. once you finally accept that nothing out there matters. just you, how you react, and what you select to experience in imagination.

[itsnesss]

Hey can i request a sensei wolf x reader age gap, where reader is American but is i an japenese dojo which is known as deadly and is the only woman on the dojo, which takes the interest of wolf ?

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | at the sekai taikai, you catch sensei wolf’s attention as the only woman in a deadly japanese dojo. his gaze lingers, his interest undeniable. when he finally makes a move, you don’t stop him

warnings | tension, forbidden romance, age gap

word count | 0.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The Sekai Taikai is not just a competition; it’s a hunting ground. Only the best survive here. And you knew that well.

Your dojo is Japanese, one of the deadliest out there. Its methods are brutal, its discipline unbreakable. Weakness is not tolerated.

You are the only woman in its ranks. The only one who endured the training without breaking. The only one who made it to this tournament, facing the most formidable fighters in the world. And while you should be focused solely on the competition, someone has become an unexpected distraction.

Sensei Wolf of Iron Dragons.

He is not just another rival. Not just another sensei watching his students from a distance. From the very moment his eyes landed on you, you knew there was something more. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t respect.

It was interest.

And the worst part was that, somehow, you started responding to his game.

The first time you noticed his attention was after your second match.

You were sitting in the locker room, tending to a small wound on your side when you sensed a presence nearby. You didn’t need to lift your head to know who it was.

“You fought well.” His voice was deep, husky.

You sighed, not taking your eyes off the bandage you were securing.

“I don’t need your approval.”

There was a brief silence before he let out a quiet chuckle.

“No. But you have it.”

Only then did you look up. Sensei Wolf stood in front of you, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that same interest you had felt since the tournament began.

There was something about him, in his posture, in his unwavering gaze, that made you feel like you were being analyzed with surgical precision.

“It’s not common to see a woman in a dojo like yours.” His tone was neutral, but the implication was there.

“Does that surprise you?”

“No. It intrigues me.”

His eyes slowly trailed down your figure, unapologetic. It wasn’t a vulgar look, but it was slow enough to make the tension in the air thicken.

You knew what he was doing. And the worst part was that it didn’t bother you.

From that moment on, everything changed.

No matter where you were, his presence was never too far away. In the hallways, in the warm-up area, even in the stands during matches.

You felt it.

It wasn’t just your imagination. It wasn’t a coincidence.

Sensei Wolf was watching you.

And he did so with the patience of a predator who knows his prey will eventually fall.

“Do you always fight with that much rage?” he asked one day after another one of your victories.

You were wiping the sweat off your face when he appeared beside you, too close, with that dangerous smirk on his lips.

“I don’t fight with rage. I fight to win.”

“Interesting.” His tone had a certain edge that made you clench your jaw.

You didn’t like how easily he could read you.

But you also did nothing to stop him.

The night before the final stage of the tournament, you found him waiting for you in a hallway.

“Come.” His voice was a low murmur, heavy with something you couldn’t quite identify.

You didn’t ask where. You didn’t protest.

You just followed him.

He led you to a secluded area, away from prying eyes. A dimly lit space, where the only sound was your breathing and his.

“We shouldn’t be here,” you said, though your body didn’t step back.

“Probably not.” His gaze traveled over your face, intense. “But here we are.”

The silence that followed was thick. The air between you was charged with something dangerous, something forbidden.

When he took a step closer, you didn’t move.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, his voice deeper than ever.

You knew the right thing to do was to say it. That any line you crossed now would have no turning back.

But all you did was lift your chin, challenging him.

The smirk that curled his lips before he leaned in was the last thing you saw before his mouth claimed yours in a firm, certain, completely possessive kiss.

And you did nothing to stop him.

[angelkiyo]

i saw u write bleach too so what about ichigo college au bf hcs? 🤔

a/n: first bleach askkkk 😸 yus i lob ichigoat thank you lovely. this is gonna be so self indulgent ilh <333

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who you met at your barista job near your university. he’s been more noticeable recently due to his need to grind out for his linguistics midterms— specifically for syntax and sociolinguistics. he orders the same thing: cold brew with light cream and one sugar, and camps out by the corner of the cafe with his eyes glued onto his laptop screen. you rarely see him with anyone else accompanying him at the café which causes for your co-workers to attempt to give you the push to talk to him.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who notices your little notes and glances from across the cafe. in his opinion, you seem chill and he’d like to know you. from what it appears, you seem a bit shy and nice, the worker who always takes his order when he wants his usual, to the point where you even remember his redundant order. he appreciates the gestures but doesn’t know how to reciprocate—should he compliment you? he would really want to get to know you. it isn’t until you stay an extra shift to see ichigo leave where as you pick up the dishes from his table do you notice a 20 dollar bill with a note aside stating “here’s my number, call me …”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who, once you start dating, is a complete gentleman. he gets to the point during your first date at a local round 1 and gets a few things straight; he hates situationships and isn't into "just casual". he's a genuine guy who learns the little things about you; your likes and dislikes, what your favorite order is, favorite color. he’s the type of person to type it in his notes app in case he ever forgets (will most likely not). you also learn about his own goals; be a translator and survive his sophomore year as well as his own interests like rock and the whole punk aesthetic in a toned down way (which is super cool). something else you learn he’s a huge romantic in his own nonchalant way as you two soon get to know each other more.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who walks you to class and loves to subtlety show you off on his social media. he enjoys letting you pick out what photos he should post and letting you pick the songs he chooses on his stories. he likes having you be active in his hobbies and even encourages you to go with him at his martial arts gym for moral support or if you want to also try it out. you also meet his sisters and they become fond of you, sparking him to fall even more in love with you. (his dad catches wind of you and teases him on his “game”)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who is so boyfriend material. he def seems the type to also attempt to play basketball, point at you and say “this is for you” and not miss (bc ichigoat neva misses). he’s also the type of person to acknowledge that you can handle yourself. however, he is a definite overprotective guy and would defend you if you were to ever be in a misunderstanding with anyone.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ if anything, your dynamic would look smt like listener x yapper and would be interchangeable. he loves to listen to your rants about different people and about your hyperfixations. however, ichigo def yaps about what he’s listening rn. the two of you would probably have a shared playlist where he adds his radiohead, foo fighters, and occasional the weeknd songs. he would definitely be the type to dedicate playlists about you filled with cute love songs (just don’t mention it to him, he’s gonna start nonchalantly denying it).

ʚɞ ⁺˖ he would def set up dates with you to go thrifting based off on the literal fire fits he has on and then later on, go to a record shop. dates in general would consist of either going to places like that, going to the park, or just staying in his room and staying in. he’s a very simplistic person but he puts in a lot of effort. he cares a lot about you and your interests as well, showing it in his own way by buying you merchandise. remember talking about hyperfixations? mention a book series, manga, or show you like? he’s the type of person to “casually” drop by with one of those bouquets made of books or cds just to see your cute expression.

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a/n : loved doing this on the train ty for this ask ml — this was fun 😭😭

[breoasis]

now i wanna know about YOUR ocs!! especially the one in your last drawing i am very intrigued

omg where to start…. first of all i have to say that i don’t really read any books, at least not narrative (and it shows), so i struggle when putting my thoughts into words, even more in english, so i hope i can explain the whole thing properly and not make a very long post at the same time lol

As a brief summary, the story revolves around Elías (white haired anime protagonist) and his day-to-day life in the city. He would live a mostly normal life if it wasn’t for a series of problems or difficulties he’s been already having for some years: memory loss, mixed up memories, sleepwalking, recurring dreams and nightmares, waking up in places that aren’t his room... He has no clue what’s wrong with him, nor what is happening to him, so he has to shape his whole life around whatever is going on and hope that everything goes okay somehow. Basically, the story is about his struggles (and murder too, there’s death and murder, i’ll get into more detail another day).

The city (the main setting) is loosely based in the city of Vigo (Galiza) during the 1920s aprox. I’m very far from an expert on that time period so don’t expect everything to be 100% accurate, i’m just going on pure vibes and the fact that there’s lots of pictures of Vigo from that time that i can use as reference.

About the characters, these are the main four (from left to right: Elías, Loreto, Gavriel and Iria). Hope the little chibis do them justice lol it’s the best picture that i have rn of those three together.

Elías, or Eli for short, is the main character, he works in the fishing harbour and lives in a cheap hotel room in the city. I already talked about him so that’s all the introduction he gets now.

Gavriel (Gavi) is just some guy who was lucky to be adopted into a rich family, so he does literally nothing the whole day and has everything given to him by Loreto (older sister), who spoils him like a little toddler because he’s the only family she has. He and Eli become friends as the story progresses and i guess he’s the second most important character in the plot, after Elías of course.

Loreto is Gavi’s older sister as i already mentioned, succesful businesswoman tm who’s fed up with everyone and everything.

And then Iria, she’s the only one out these four who doesn’t live in the city, as she lives with her family in a manor in the countryside, not too far from the city but not close enough. She actually isn’t part of the “present time” in the story either. Eli used to work for her family before moving to the city and they haven’t seen each other since.

Anyways i hope this is good enough of an answer 🙏 I will write a longer and more detailed post another time maybe perhaps.. A little fun fact: the only reason Eli has white hair is because that's the only trait left from when i originally designed him in 2012 (wow) and i can't get rid of it, so he will be the anime protagonist tm forever..... if he were to be a new character he would definitely not have white hair

[ao3userforgets]

i need to mutter into the void so i’m going to post under the cut the trials and tribs of my current clegan fic writing experience so no one including (especially) me has to make eye contact with it. it’s basically a diary entry. god bless anyone that reads it lol. love and light 🫶

goddamn writing this fic is kicking my ass. it was just meant to be an angsty gale introspective. then i started another and that was meant to be them just fucking absolute nasty style. now i fear they have combined, morphed, metamorphosed, and it’s becoming a monster. goddamn. what does one do in this situation? it would be my first time posting in this fandom and my second time posting fic at all. i’m shaking in my boots about it. there is so much wonderful fic being posted for this pairing and so many approaches and styles. i would love to get mine out and see it amongst those works. i’m just not sure how to go about constructing this fic and how to post about it. i’d like to post some bits and pieces and maybe someone will see it and tell me it’s worth it to finish it but first and foremost i’m really writing this for myself, because it’s the type of fic i love to read and also i feel like i need to be writing it so my mind is creating something. and it would feel like a waste to me and a let down for myself if i never post it. also i’m projecting very hard onto it and onto gale as a character, so it feels kind of personal in some parts? which can’t totally be avoided but because of that and because the way i write is also very personal to me it’s making something that should be fun to post about feel quite daunting. but i want to push myself so badly because it’s been years since i’ve done that, maybe i’ve never done that. and Of Course it’s wwii yaoi that’s gotten me to this point.

anyway, y’all ever think about gale identifying as a more feminine being than is expected for a man like him in the time he’s in, thus manifesting itself into years of repression he’s not entirely aware of until he meets and grows closer to bucky, and how he comes to terms with being awakened in such a way that has laid dormant until he’s in the literal u.s. military, and eventually in one of the least survivable theatres of the war, and in suffocating proximity day in and day out with one john bucky egan? and how he navigates his bond with marge, now in contrast to how he feels for john? and how even his childhood and the lives of his parents is being pushed forwards in his consciousness in relation to his sense of self and his place in the lives of others? oh and also how absolutely Biblically he wants john, in the most unconventional and all encompassing ways? all while he has no context for queerness and sexuality as it relates to himself? i dunno what freak would be into writing or reading that 👀 🚬💀