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c-is-for-circinate · 11 months

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Kind of want to toss more snippets of things that probably won't become long extended fics up onto tumblr. So: Eddie/Chrissy, with deeply bisexual ADHD disaster child Eddie, because we deserve it. (Also background hints of Steve/Nancy, but rest assured Eddie is 100% projecting and highly incorrect about that dynamic.)

Chrissy lives, through sheer dumb luck -- a tape shoved into a player out of some vague idea in the back of Eddie's mind that he could be smooth, could maybe help a pretty girl who for some godforsaken reason seemed to like him have a good time -- and it's great, it's incredible, it's more luck than any of them should've ever dared hope for--

And Eddie is thrilled, obviously. Terrified out of his mind, pretty sure he should be running for the hills, but. Chrissy Cunningham is alive, and for some bizarre, unfathomable reason, she seems to like him.

It's just...jesus christ, what is he supposed to do with that?

It's not that Eddie doesn't like girls. Girls are pretty, and smell good, and have curves in places he's maybe imagined putting his hands a time or two (thousand), and have generally starred in at least thirty to forty percent of his favorite jerk-off fantasies for the past several years. But the general class of females of approximately his own age in Hawkins, Indiana have heretofore been somewhat disinclined to follow up on Eddie's occasional flirtations, and somehow he doesn't think the other skill set is going to be much help here.

It's just...look. Eddie knows, he knows goddamn well that for ninety-nine point nine percent of guys like him, whose eyes skate over the slope of a gentleman's broad shoulders as readily as the swell of a lady's hips, that the easy road would mean playing straight for sixty-some-odd years, marrying a nice girl who doesn't ask too many questions, and maybe getting the occasional blowjob in a truck stop bathroom from a pretty boy you pretend you don't want half as much as you actually do. Of course he knows that. He's given those blowjobs, a lot more often than he's ever had a nice girl like Chrissy Cunningham look at him twice. Because that's the thing, isn't it, once again the Munson luck striking right at the heart of things. Once again, Eddie isn't like every other guy in Hawkins or Indiana or, fuck, the whole damn world probably. Can't just do things the normal way. Has to do everything opposite, and look where that's gotten him lately.

Truck-stop bathrooms are easy. The grit of them, the feel of cold tile through thin denim, the taste of latex and the smell of musk and sweat and come, a thick-fingered hand in his hair and the press of tight muscle under his fingertips, the rush of knowing that even on his knees, he's the one with the power here -- it's good. It's so good, the back rooms of that bar in Indy where one flash of his fake ID gets him an all-access pass to all the sex a boy could want, no strings attached. Slipping into that space is almost as easy, as natural, as slipping into the DM's seat at Hellfire. He doesn't even have to change his look, just makes sure the bandana is tucked into the correct pocket and they come to him, ready to let Eddie take the reins and drag them into something just painful enough to be really satisfying when they make it through to the end.

That's the thing about being a freak. That's the thing, that's always the thing, the backwards mixed-up thing in Eddie's brain that had him reading Tolkien before he turned nine but can't get through one Charles Dickens novel without wanting to scrape himself out of his own skin. He can calculate probabilities and percentage tables for a D&D game in his sleep but can't sit still through a single math class. It took less than a week to get note-perfect on the entire Master of Puppets guitar solo and six years might not be enough to graduate high school.

So yeah, Eddie knows how to be a freak and a faggot, can take a grown man to pieces with his hands and his voice and his dick if he just clicks into that zone where he has all the power to shape the world the way he wants it. That doesn't mean he has any goddamn idea what to do when Chrissy Cunningham smiles at him like that and he trips over his own feet.

He should be looking at Harrington. Steve goddamn Harrington is striding around like that, absolutely shirtless, streaked in dirt and his own blood like some goddamn primal warrior come to life. That would be safe. Safer. Something. Pretty boy in just the right amount of pain, Eddie should be enjoying the eye candy, but he can't because: 1) they're literally in hell and monsters could come after them at any time, 2) Nancy Wheeler apparently has a bedroom full of actual guns and is still in love with her ex-boyfriend, so Eddie's pretty sure he'd better keep his eyes to himself if he wants to keep them at all, and 3) far more importantly than all of that, Chrissy is scared enough to be holding his hand and he's terrified that his palms might be sweating. She's so pretty. He wants her to actually like him so, so badly. This is an absolute nightmare.

"You doing okay?" he asks Chrissy quietly, letting her lean on his arm to help her over some rough terrain when they have to take a detour around a knot of vines. She clutches at his sleeve and smiles timidly, putting on a brave face that makes Eddie want to do something insane like find a suit of shining armor just so he can bow to her in it.

"We're going to be fine," she says. "We just have to get to Nancy's house and it'll all be okay. Right?"

"Gonna let Wheeler make you a a total badass with a gun?" Eddie asks, and then mentally kicks himself. Who flirts with a girl by calling her a total badass? How do smooth guys flirt with girls if they stick around past the initial five minutes of inviting them to come see your band, which literally no girl has ever actually said yes to before? Eddie isn't even sure he has a band any more, if Chrissy's ex-boyfriend has anything to say about it, which means he's kind of out of ideas.

Eddie has one blinding, insane moment of wondering what would Jason Carver do here? before he almost chokes on his own tongue. Fuck. He really can't do this.

"Maybe," Chrissy says, a little shy, and slides her hand down his arm to slip her palm into his again. "Do you think I could?"

There's a smudge of dirt on her perfect nose. Eddie wants to lick it off. Oh god he's a freak. You can't lick cheerleaders. Fuck, Eddie doesn't even know how to go down on a girl. Fuck, why did he think about that. It doesn't matter! He's never going to get the chance! Chrissy is never going to want him to touch her like that anyway!

"I think if the last few days have proven anything, it's that literally anything is possible," Eddie says, and then realizes he just implied that Chrissy being a badass is even more unlikely than alternate dimensions, which is probably even worse than calling her one in the first place, and holy shit, how is it even possible to be this awful at this? Why is she still standing here with him? "I mean, I could even stop being a coward who apparently runs away from absolutely everything, which I've discovered I am now, that's how weird things are, so yeah, compared to that, Chrissy, I think you could absolutely be a badass if you wanted to be."

"I don't think you're a coward," Chrissy says, and she's stepping closer, why is she stepping closer, tucking their arms together. "I mean, I couldn't even run away. He would've gotten me right there, if you hadn't..."

"Luckily I think Harrington and Wheeler are big enough heroes for all of us." Eddie catches sight of them up ahead, Wheeler on point like a hunting hound leading the way, Harrington keeping watch on all sides with that flashlight ready to spring into action at any minute. It should probably be Harrington back here with Chrissy, if he and Wheeler weren't so obviously the perfect battle couple together. Hell, even Buckley, who's up front with Nancy right now and who Eddie knows he clocked checking out Chrissy's legs earlier. She's awkward, yeah, but on her it'd be endearing, and maybe Chrissy deserves better than cowardly asshole boys for a while anyway.

She definitely deserves better than Eddie. She tugs him out of the way of a vine half a second before he trips over it in the dark, like a klutz and a dumbass, and Eddie curses himself for a failure.

#C writes stuff #stranger things #snippets #Chrissy Lives AU #hellcheer #look I APPRECIATE the chemistry these two have greatly #I just think more fic about them needs to let Eddie be 1) extremely queer even when he likes a girl #and 2) an unmitigated flailing dork

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writteninkat · 3 years

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Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

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word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

#ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x y/n #hq ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima smut #ushijima fluff #haikyuu smut

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wonderlandhatter · 3 years

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Shower.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x femSurgeonReader

Summary: You're both exhausted and missing each other so when you get home you and spencer share a loving shower together.

Word count:2511

Warnings: I don't think anything, loads of fluff, Spencer spanks you lightly twice, not smutty though. Reader is a surgeon so the word traumas is mentioned once and a surgery is very briefly mentioned but not in detail.

A/N: The only reason I wrote this is because I want to have a shower with spencer and play with his hair, also I have cramps so I'm very emotional and want love lol. Hope someone enjoys this.

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

Tagged: @pinkdiamond1016

You were exhausted, it had just been one of those days, you know the ones were you never stop, every time one thing got done another popped up. Honestly you blame it on George saying it was a quiet day, a QUIET day, who in their right mind says the Q word in a hospital, we all glared at him when not even a minute later our beepers went off with multiple traumas coming in. Now don’t get me wrong you love a good surgery as much as the next, but you were exhausted and just needed to stop, it was hour 10 of a 14 hour shift and it was DRAGGING on.

Spencer was also exhausted, they had just come back from a week long case, and even though it hadn’t been a particularly long or hard one compared to some previous ones, he was beat, it probably didn’t help that he had been tackled by Morgan, he says he was getting him out of the unsubs way but Spencer swears there were easier ways, anyway, he wasn’t injured badly he’s just got some bruises and is a bit sore.

You knew Spencer would be home when you got there, and you were thrilled, it had only been a week, but boy did you miss him, you just wanted to be around him, you needed to be around him.

When you got home you all but collapsed at the door, but you could see his satchel hanging on its usual hook and that gave you hope, so you pushed through just a little more, you dropped all your things and slipped your shoes off, they could be picked up later right now you needed him, and you didn’t know but he needed you just as much if not more.

You made your way to your shared room and when you walked in you saw a passed out spencer, it was adorable, he hadn’t made it properly onto the bed he just sat on the edge and fell backward, he didn’t even turn the light off just had his arm over his eyes, he hadn’t meant to fall asleep he wanted to see you, but his exhaustion got the best of him. You didn’t want to startle him so you kissed his forehead and went to use the toilet before you would have to wake him.

When you came back you saw your lovely boyfriend rubbing his eyes and immediately smile when he saw you, no words were spoken, they didn’t need to be he just opened his arms and you walked to him, he placed his head on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist, one of your hands drew nonsensical shapes on his back and the other played with his tousled hair, it was heaven.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that before he spoke, “how was work bub”, “busy, we had multiple traumas, I got to assist in heart surgery so that was very exciting”, he looked up at you still holding you close with a very proud look in his face, he knew how much you worked to get where you are, and it was only a little more to go until you could do solo surgeries. “That’s amazing bub,”, “it was pretty cool” you said with a proud tone looking at him, “you’re pretty cool” he said rubbing the tip of his nose on your shirt. He’s adorable when he’s sleepy you thought to yourself as you chuckled at his comment.

“How was your day love, you look tired”, he simply groaned and buried his face deeper into your chest, you just laughed thinking he’s definitely a boob man, “what happened spence”, “nothing we just didn’t get a lot of sleep, and Derek tackled me”, before you could ask why he abruptly moved to look at you never letting you go, “he said it was to save me from the unsub but I think he was just getting me back for taking all his money at the poker game at Rossi’s last week” after all that he just sat pouting and you tried your best not to laugh, so you just moved a piece of hair from his face and played with it as you spoke, “I’m sure he wasn’t trying to hurt you Spence, maybe it was the only thing that came to mind in the moment”. He just pouted more, and you leaned down to peck his lips, he tried to hold it back, but a smile broke out in his face, “fine maybe you’re right”.

After another beat of just holding each other you spoke again. “I think I’m going to get a shower, it was a very long and tiering shift, would you like to join me, the hot water might make you feel less sore” you didn’t need to give him a reason to join you, he would have probably asked even if you hadn’t offered, “ yeah id like that” he simply answered with a soft smile.

“I’m just going to go hang up my coat and bag, and then I’ll meet you in there ok love”, he contently hummed in response and squeezed your hips before you both when your separate ways. You hung up your coat and bag, you could have waited until tomorrow, but you liked keeping the house tidy, you weren’t the best at it, but you tried.

That didn’t take very long and Spencer wore so many layers that when you got to the bathroom he was still wearing a button up and his slacks, he looked up and smiled when he saw you and so did you, you walked over to him and pulled him in for a loving and slow kiss, “I missed you “ almost in a whisper, simply a breath away from his lips, “I missed you too” and with that he kissed you again this one was shorter but it held just as much love, after you lips broke apart you held onto each other while spencer turned the shower on so the water could warm up while you undressed.

You began to unbutton his shirt while he did the same to yours, there was no rush because there was no lust, this wasn’t for sex, you just wanted to be with each other as closely as possible. Once you got to the last button you slid your hands up his chest feeling his toned body, when you made it to his shoulders you slid the shirt of and he stopped dealing with yours so he could let his fall to the ground once it did he slid yours off too, once in had joined his on the floor he ran his hands down your body through every curve and back up until he slid one to you back and the other to the side of you face were he pulled you in for a kiss, while you kissed his other hand unclasped your bra which made you smile into the kiss, show off you thought.

You broke off so you could let your bra fall off and so you could both rid yourselves of the clothing on your bottom half. He was completely naked now and before you could get to your underwear he slipped his hands on your waist which made you stop and look at him slightly confused, he simply kneeled in front of you and placed scattered kisses across your belly and hips while he hooked his hand in the waist band of your pants and slipped them off. Once they were at your ankles he began to stand again, and you kicked them off while he kissed your temple.

Once you were both naked you made your way into the shower, you went in first and stood under the water you then felt his hands snake around your waist and turned around to look at him, “hey handsome” “hey beautiful”, you kissed for a while under the water, it felt good, you could physically feel yourself untense as the hot water ran down your body and as you felt him close to you, he always provided comfort for you.

Spencer reached for you shampoo and began to wash your hair, you just groaned in pleasure as his hands massaged your head, Spencer giggled at you response and moved your head under the water, “close your eyes bub”, it felt amazing, the hot water and his hands in your hair while he rinsed it.

Once he was done he just moved you slightly so you could open your eyes, Spencer picked up the shampoo once again and was going to wash his own hair before you gently took the bottle from his hands , “let me do it” he lovingly smiled at you and let you get on with the task, he had to lean down a little bit because of the height difference but you simply giggled it off, you massaged it into his hair and his eyes pretty much rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, he love when you played with his hair, it was one of his favourite feelings in the world, when you cuddled your hand would more often than not find its way to his head.

He pouted when you took your hands out of his air, “as cute as that pout is, I need you to move under the water so I can rinse your hair love”, so he moved under the water and you ran your hands through his hair, you were on you tippy toes so you could reach. While you were making sure you got it fully rinsed you felt his hands make their way to your waist and squeeze before settling there.

Once you were done you came down from your toes and wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, Spencer kissed the top of your head and laid his head on top of yours while he hugged you properly, you don’t know how long to stood together like that, it could have been a couple minutes it could have been nearly an hour but you didn’t care, you were happy, and you felt loved.

You only moved when you felt his hand lightly smack your bum, you let out a quiet squeal and hid your blushing face in his chest, you felt his chest move as he laughed at your flustered response even at this point in the relationship. “we should probably get out, we’re starting to look like raisins”, “there were other ways to get my attention”, “yeah but I like my way” he answered with one last slap before he stepped out of the shower.

You stepped out of the shower and Spencer handed you a towel, you both dried yourselves, he walked out into the bedroom while you towel dried your hair, as you walked out he was pulling up his plaid pyjama bottoms, god he was hot you thought to yourself as you leaned against the door frame, you admired him from there, water droplets falling from his hair onto his shoulders and running down his toned body, he was perfect you thought, in every way, body and mind, he truly had an incredible mind, you loved it when he rambled, he was so passionate and wonderful when he spoke about something he truly cared about.

You were broke out of your trance by a very smug Spencer clearing his throat, you looked at his smug smirk and pushed yourself off the door and walked over to your dresser, “shut up”, he put his hands up and his voice went up at least an octave “I didn’t say anything”, “your smugness speaks volumes”, “sorry, but you were practically eye-fucking me over there”, “was not”, you grumbled back while taking out a pair of panties and putting them on, “I was actually thinking about how much I love you”, you finally said while pulling his cal-tech jumper over your head, you loved it because it was so oversized on you due to his height, it reached to your thighs, you also loved that it smelled like him, he had probably already worn it..

“oh, sorry” he said losing his smirk that was quickly replaced with a soft adoring smile directed at your statement, looking at him you walked over and puck your arms around his neck, while his took their rightful place on your waist, “you are very hot right now though” you said playing with his damp hair, “just now?”, he questioned with a knowing look, you shook your head and went up on your tippy toes and kissed him, “I’m boosting your ego too much Dr Reid” he laughed and simply hugged you closer.

“I’m sleepy” you said slightly muffled since you had your face nuzzled into his chest. He didn’t say anything just slid his hands to your thighs, “jump bub” and you did and moved your face to nuzzle his neck, the walk wasn’t long only a few steps and he was placing you under the covers, you missed his touch already and unintentionally pouted at the absence.

It was only for a minute though, as next thing he was pulling the covers over himself and pulling you close, you were face to face and he held you close and you held him, ”hi love” ,”hi bub” he replied without missing a beat, you shimmied your head closer to his on the pillow and moved your lips to meet his. God, they fit so perfectly, it was like two puzzle pieces connecting.

The kiss wasn’t rushed, or lustful, it was slow, meaningful and filled with love and adoration for one another. You separated after a while, spencer simply kissed the tip of your nos.

You then settled by laying your head on his chest, you liked to lay there, it was your favourite way to sleep, you found it comforting to hear his heartbreak. His job terrified you, but being a surgeon you understood he wanted to help people because that’s why you do what you do, and you knew how fulfilling it felt when you were able to save someone.

This by no means stop you from being scared though, but being able to hear his heart beating helped you calm your fears, Spencer knew this, you had never told him but you didn’t have to, he never brought it up though, he truly felt guilty for making you scared for his life but he knew you understood, and now he had something that made him want to come home.

Spencer held you close with one hand on your back and the other holding your hand, you both liked to fall asleep holding hands, you felt closer that way and right now that’s what you needed, and so, you both drifted off to sleep with tangled legs, interlocked hands and a quiet exchange of I love yous.

It was heaven. It was love.

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Harvey Specter x Reader-Not A Disaster After All

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Today was the day. The day of my first date in almost three years, to say I was nervous was an understatement; not just because it was my first date in so long but also because the date was with the one of the most famous lawyers in the city, the one and only Harvey Specter. After several outfit changes I finally settled on wearing a black, spaghetti strap jumpsuit accompanied with matching black stiletto high heel ankle boots. I glanced at the clock on the other side of the room, feeling a mixture of emotions as the time grew ever closer. I hadn’t felt this nervous in a long time but likewise I hadn’t felt more excited to go on a date with someone, not since I dated Nathan, Y/d/n father. In all honesty, since he died I hadn’t really gone on many dates, if any really. I tried the dating apps a few years after his death but there just wasn’t anyone on there that I liked that way. Harvey was the first person I’d even liked since Nathan and although part of me felt guilty about it, I knew he’d want me to be happy and Harvey was a good guy, I felt safe with him.

“So..whaddya think?” I asked in a sing-song voice as I turned the corner, revealing my outfit for my date tonight to my best friend, Emma.

“You look absolutely gorgeous babe!” she practically squealed, causing Y/d/n to pull her eyes away from the tv screen.

“You ‘ook reawy pwetty, mummy,” Y/d/n beamed as she was waddled over to me, a wide smile on her face and a look of awe in her eyes.Thinking about it, this was probably one of the only times she’s seen me all dressed up just like this, normally I’d just be wearing my ripped skinny jeans and a tshirt.

“Thank you baby,” I whispered, bending down to pick her up.

“Now, I need you to be good for Auntie Em whilst I’m out, okay?” I asked her, brushing away some of the stray locks of hair out of her face.

“Otay,” Y/d/n agreed, placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her actions as I placed her back on the floor, within seconds she’d waddled back over to the tv and was sat infront of it completely engrossed in her favourite show once again.

“C’mon then you, you’ve got a date to go to,” Emma chuckled, lightly pushing me towards the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” I chuckled, putting my leather jacket on, taking a deep breath before I opened the door.

“If there are any issues-” I began, quickly turning back to Emma just rolled her eyes and said, “I will call you, Y/n/n, now go otherwise you’re gonna be late.” So with that I left and got into the taxi, the closer I got to the restaurant the quicker I could feel my heart beating away in my chest. Part of me wanted nothing more than to ask the taxi driver to take me home, absolutely terrified that I was somehow going to mess this date up. But then I saw him. Mr Harvey Specter standing outside the restaurant patiently waiting for me. I took a deep breath as I opened the taxi door and made my way over to him.

“Y/n/n,” Harvey greeted with the very same charismatic smile I first fell for.

“Mr Specter,” I replied, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as his eyes locked onto mine.

“Call me Harvey,” he chuckled, lightly placing his hand on the lower part of my back, leading me into the restaurant. There was no turning back now. This date was happening...and it was either going to be the best night of my life or...or I was just never going to date again.

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I’d always heard about how charming Harvey Specter was but I never expected this. He was...he was amazing. I felt like I’d known him for years, the two of us were just swapping stories about our lives, our hobbies, just anything and everything..once we got talking it’s like we couldn’t stop. There was no awkward silence, or nerves about what to say, it was just natural. I hadn’t even realised how much time had passed until my phone rang; at first I was just going to ignore it but when I saw Emma's name flash up in the called ID I felt my heart stop, terrified that something was wrong with Y/d/n.

“Sorry, I’ve got to answer this,” I apologised, rushing over to a quieter part of the restaurant to answer my phone.

“Em, what’s happened? Is Y/d/n okay?” I asked, a worrying tone now lacing my voice.

“Don’t panic, Y/n/n, but Y/d/n’s been sick, you don’t need to worry I can take care of-”

“I’m on my way home,” I interrupted before hanging up the call and quickly making my way back over to Harvey.

“Harvey, I hate to do this but I’ve really got to go, it’s my daughter she’s not well,” I explained, grabbing my jacket from the chair.

“I can uh...I can forward you the money if you send me your details,” I quickly added, not really having the time to work out exactly how much I was going to owe him for this dinner.

“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Harvey replied with a smile, handing over the money to a nearby waiter. I wanted to argue with him about it, but I couldn’t, not now. Right now all I wanted to do was go home and look after Y/d/n. I smiled politely at Harvey and rushed outside, attempting (and failing) to get a taxi. I sighed in frustration, running a hand through my hair, placing a hand on a nearby wall in an attempt to steady myself as I took my heels off accepting that I was going to have to walk (more like run) home.

“Y/n/n? What’re you doing?” Harvey asked, his voice catching me off guard entirely.

“I’ve gotta go home but apparently all the taxis wanna ignore me, so I’m gonna have to walk,” I explained in a harsher tone than I expected.

“My cars gonna be here in five minutes, I’ll take you home,”

“Harvey, that’s a really nice offer but-” I attempted to argue only to be interrupted by Harveys words, “But nothing, I’m not about to let you walk home this late at night, besides the quicker we get to Yd/n the better right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he held out his hand for me to take. I didn’t want to take advantage of him...but I couldn’t deny this offer, so I slipped my heels back on and took his hand, both of us waiting patiently for his car to arrive.

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“Thank you so much for this Harvey, I really appreciate it,” I said, practically bolting out of the car before he could say anything back. I didn’t even know Harvey had followed me to the door until I saw the shocked expression on Emma's face when she answered the door.

“Harvey-”

“I wanna help,” He offered, a small and reassuring smile coming upon his lips. I nodded back, smiling at him before rushing into the house and heading to Y/d/ns bedroom. When I saw Y/d/n, I felt my heart ache, her usual rose tinted cheeks were pale and tears cascaded from her now bloodshot eyes.

“Mummy,” She sniffled when she saw me, “I don’ feel good,”

“It’s okay baby, I’m here,” I cooed, stroking her hair soothingly as I sat next to her on the bed.

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Ten minutes after I got back, Emma left, leaving me and Harvey to take care of Y/d/n. Harvey was amazing. There was no other word I could use to describe how great he was at looking after Y/d/n; all I did was stay in bed with her, stroking her hair and giving her all the cuddles I possibly could while Harvey did everything else, he would got her water and a little wet flannel to bring her slight fever down and then on top of that he read to her. Not once. Not twice. But at least five times as much as I hated to admit it, he was a lot better at doing the voices than I was and I could see Y/d/n was enjoying it and it was definitely helping to calm her down. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but eventually Y/d/n fell asleep; I carefully moved my arms away from her and moved off the bed.

Thank you, for everything you’ve done tonight,” I began, my voice barely above as a whisper to, as we quietly left the room, making our way back downstairs.

“It was a pleasure,” Harvey reassured with a comforting smile on his face. A short silence filled the air as he grabbed his suit jacket and made his way to the door.

“I know tonight has been a disaster-,” I began only to be interrupted by Harveys chuckle.

“I got to spend the evening with you, I call that a success,” He said , wrapping his arms around my waist, a comforting smile on his face. I don’t know what came over me, but at that moment all I wanted to do was kiss him. So that's exactly what I did. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and closed the distance between our lips. Instantly, Harvey reciprocated my action, his hands slowly moving up my body to my face, caressing my cheeks as he deepened the kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” He whispered against my lips, pecking them one last time before opening the door and making his way over to the car, just before he got in he winked at me, that charismatic smile coming onto his face again. Then he vanished off into the distance. Maybe tonight wasn’t a disaster after all...maybe it was the beginning of something really special.

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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7 signs that you are in love

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The spring sunshine had been taken over by gloomy skies, leaving you stuck in your room. You listened to the rumble of thunder and watched as lightning struck mercilessly. You were hoping to be outside today, maybe even go for a stroll with someone but here you were.

Shoto Todoroki began to lace up his shoes. He put on a raincoat and the blue bucket hat he bought with you those weeks ago. He grabbed his cell phone and left his room.

Shoto made his way over to your dorm, knocking on the door. You sat up from your bed when you heard the familiar sound. You knew it was Shoto from the way he knocked, always twice, quickly. You opened the door for him, smiling.

“Hey! Oh, where are you off to?” you asked.

“Well that’s actually why I wanted to see you. I-uh-I’m going to visit my mother and wanted to see if you wanted to come with me,” he explained.

Your eyes grew. Todoroki had mentioned his mother a few times to you before. You had never met her however and only knew about her through stories and what rumors surrounded the Todoroki’s. You couldn’t believe Shoto trusted you enough to meet his mom.

“I understand if you don’t want to-”

“I just need to get my shoes and we can go,” you smiled. Shoto nodded. You turned back into your room, grabbing the nearest pair of shoes and your jacket. You then snatched the matching hat to Shoto’s off of your dresser.

“I’m good to go.”

You and Shoto awaited for the 5 o'clock bus to arrive a few blocks from the dorms. You used your student passes and took a seat.

“When was the last time you saw your mom?” You asked Shoto.

“Maybe a week or two. I haven’t been able to go as much as I would have liked to lately,” he explained. You nodded.

You sat close to Todoroki inorder to make room for the other passengers on the bus. He didn’t mind at all. If it weren’t for the hats on each of your heads, he would have attempted to finish what Kaminari and Sero interrupted those days ago.

The mix of the noisy bus and booming thunder startled you a bit. One crash was so loud that without thinking, you clutched onto Shoto’s arm. He flinched a little but didn’t pull away from your touch. You did, a bit embarrassed.

“S-Sorry,” you murmured. Shoto smiled. He moved the arm that was closest to you and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your shoulder, reassuring to you that there was no reason to be startled.

“Is this okay?” he asked. With a burning face you nodded profusely.

You and Shoto got off the bus after a little while longer. The both of you walked together until reaching the building. Once you entered the doors, there was a burst of cold wind. The lowlights and plain scenery made you almost feel as though you had to be quiet.

Shoto checked the two of you in. He barely had to talk as the front desk person recognized him. You went over to the elevators, clicking the button to take you to the sixth floor out of seven.

You stood close to Shoto as you rode the elevator up. He could tell you were a bit nervous. He grabbed your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Every time I mention you to her she asks when she’ll get to meet you,” said Todoroki. You looked up at him.

“Really?”

“Really. She’s never met any of my...um...friends,” he whispered, instantly regretting the last word. You nodded, looking back to the floor.

“Right, friends…”

Elevator doors opened and Todoroki led you out. He turned the corner to his mom’s door. He had a key but he always knocked first.

“Come in.”

Rei Todoroki sat on a chair next to her windowsill. Her light blue sweater matched the wallpaper that surrounded her. Shoto smiled.

“Hi mom.”

Rei waved the two of you over, pointing to her bed for you to sit.

“This is Y/N by the way.”

She looked at you then slowly got up from her chair. She bent down and gave you the biggest hug.

The sight made Shoto a little teary eyed. His mom and you, two people he adores, together. He never could’ve imagined it.

Rei looked at you, placing her hand under your chin.

“Thank you.”

At that moment, you weren’t sure why she said that. You would soon know.

Before Rei sat back down in her seat, she gave Shoto a hug as well.

“How was the bus ride? Hopefully not too bad because of the weather,” she smiled. You nodded.

“Yeah it was good. I honestly haven’t been to this part of town in a while,” you explained.

“I like your hats,” laughed Rei. Shoto’s face got warm. He took off that hat and placed it on his mom’s head.

“We got them a few weeks ago.”

“You two must hang out a lot.”

“I guess so,” you whispered.

“So are you… you know…”

“Mom-”

“Right sorry. So how is school?”

The three of you talked for hours it seemed. Rei was incredibly kind, asking you about your time at school, your quirk, and your future. She wanted to get to know you. After all, it seemed like all Shoto mentioned when he came to visit was you.

“It’s getting late, we should be heading back to UA,” insisted Shoto.

“You’re right. Well Y/N, it was wonderful to finally meet you. Please, please, visit again,” smiled Rei. She gave you another tight hug and you returned it.

“Here Mom.” Shoto handed her a small object, you thought it might be a picture. She smiled at it, then hugged Shoto goodbye.

Every time Shoto visits his mother, he takes a picture of himself, prints it, and gives it to her. That way she always knows what he looks like despite not seeing him every day. She keeps them all in a small scrapbook, the date next to each one.

You and Todoroki went down the elevator again and awaited for the bus to take you back to school.

“That’s really kind of you, to visit your mom all the time,” you said. Shoto smiled.

“It’s nice to see her. To see her smile. There were times that I never thought I would.”

“I’m sure you’re the reason for her smile,” you whispered, “just as you are the reason for mine.”

Shoto looked at you, his eyes staring directly into yours. Your face grew terribly warm. He took your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“I hope to keep you smiling then.”

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winterscaptain · 3 years

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Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic - no context required

a/n: this is in response to this ask in kind of a loose way, and also fulfills kiss prompt #6 (on a falling tear). i sat down and wrote this all in one sitting this weekend and it makes me smile SO MUCH. tell me what you think! i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :) this one takes place in au!december 2012

words: 2.3k warnings: alcohol use/mention, allusions to sex, language

summary: “i couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because i didn’t even know i needed you. you must have been sent to me.” - kamand kojouri

It’s a rare early night off in December and you all make the ill-advised choice to go to the bar closest to the base for some drinks and dancing, completely forgetting that academy graduation is tomorrow.

There’s part of you that feels aged by the whole thing. Even newly-minted agents your own age look fresh-faced and about a decade younger than you feel.

When you all walk in, there’s a bit of a hush, a lull, in the conversations around you. You find eyes on you from all directions and realize your faces are familiar ones, and in the case of Aaron and Dave, almost-famous ones.

Aaron pulls you further into him, almost shielding you with his body as you navigate through the crowd that parts before you. It seems like an eternity before you find a table, but Derek, Aaron, and Spencer hold down the fort while the rest of you manage drinks. Strategic postings at either end of the bar is likely going to get you the best return, so you fan out accordingly.

It’s unsurprising in the least when the bartenders make a beeline for you all, getting your orders down and drinks started over the shouts of NATs - many of them already blasted with three or four shots under their belt.

While you wait, you can still feel a fair few pairs of eyes on you. You meet one pair, set in the face of a rather handsome new agent about your age. He smiles at you, and you shift your eyes away from him, your expression unmoving.

He apparently takes that as invitation enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him as he winds his way to your side.

You meet Aaron’s eyes across the room, and there’s a smile in them. You offer the smallest twitch of your lips and a wink. Watch this.

Oh, I’m watching, his eyebrows say.

“Hi.” The young agent finally reaches your side and offers his hand. You take it. “Agent Mark Sullivan.”

You smile thinly and introduce yourself. “So, I take it you’ve just received an assignment?”

He laughs, making an attempt at charm. “Alright. You’re a profiler,” he says with confidence. “What gave me away?” It’s a challenge.

It’s also a long shot. A really really long shot.

There were plenty of people in the vicinity that would be reeled in by his warm smile and handsome jawline, but your fine man (currently sprawled back in his chair with an arm on the back of the chair and a hand over his mouth to cover his smile) stands head and shoulders above the rest, sometimes literally.

“Well,” you start, making a show of eyeing him from head to toe, “Your papers are still in your pocket and you’ve left your ID tag on, against academy and bureau regulations.”

He startles and snatches it off his lapel, tucking it into his pocket.

With a little smile, you soothe his embarrassment - it’s a play only designed to endear yourself to him. “It tells me you’re proud, excited. I felt the same way when I received my assignment and credentials. It’s a significant accomplishment.”

You can’t quite tell in the irregular darkness in the room, but he looks almost like he’s blushing. “Thanks.” He collects himself after a moment, putting his bravado back on.

Your eyes flicker to Hotch once, twice. He’s still watchful. Amused.

“So, I was lucky enough to see your lectures with the BAU and I must say...it’s impressive.”

He says that like it’s some kind of validation.

I need validation from this clown like I need a hole in the head.

“Thanks. I’m usually rather modest, but I think it’s alright to say the BAU is a very fine unit.” If you’re honest, you’re talking about one particular unit chief’s...um...unit, specifically, but that’s neither here nor there.

He smirks. “What would you say if I told you I got a placement on one of the BAU teams?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Really? That’s quite the accomplishment.” A pair of arms wind around you and a kiss is pressed to your temple.

It would also be a lie.

You smile and flip in Aaron’s arms, completely ignoring poor Mark. “I was just getting you a drink,” you explain, gesturing vaguely to the bar behind you.

“I see. Did you get me -”

“Double scotch, neat, aged at least fifteen years? Yes, sir.”

He smiles. “You know me so well.”

“I sure do.” You pull him down by his tie and plant a firm kiss on his lips and shove him off with a smile. “Go. Sit. I’ve got it.”

You turn back to Mark with a breathless sort of laugh. Aaron always makes you feel a little flushed and you’re happy to play it up for the benefit of the moment. “Sorry about that.”

Mark, you find, is reconsidering his strategy. His face, while still outwardly warm, harbors a kind of calculated look to it that would almost be funny if you weren’t so eager to see what kind of trick he’d pull next. “So, Hotchner?”

“What about him?”

Mark shrugs. “I dunno. Doesn’t he have a kid?”

You nod. “Yep.”

“And he’s a widower, right?”

“Yes.”

Mark laughs a little. “Wouldn’t it be kinda nice to, I dunno, have some fun for a little while?”

You frown at him, and your drink arrives at the hands of the frazzled bartender. You pull the fifty from your sleeve and pass it to him with a smile. After a sip, you ask. “What do you mean?”

“It seems like a lot to take on, you know?” He backpedals upon seeing your squint. “I mean, I’m sure he’s a great guy, but wouldn’t it be nice to have someone...I dunno -” He restores his confidence and leans on the bar. Again, his moves would probably work on someone else, but you were a lost cause. “- easier?”

Aaron’s scotch arrives. You pick it up in your free hand and shrug somewhat breezily. “Maybe.”

You brush past him, leaving Mark a little confused and a bit stunned. When you return to the table after much jostling, you take a seat right on Aaron’s lap and pass him his drink, reclining in his arms. Scanning over the crowd, Mark’s frowning face sticks out like a sore thumb and you try not to look too smug.

Other than Rossi, the rest of the team is already out on the dance floor, so you know Aaron doesn’t mind having you close.

He sets his scotch down and wraps his arms around you kissing the underside of your jaw. You lean into his touch and smile.

There’s nothing easier than this.

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There’s something a bit sulky about Aaron when you settle next to him in bed. You squint at him, looking for his eyes as they follow the loose pattern on the bedspread.

“Hey.” You bump his shoulder with yours. “What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head a little, still not meeting your eyes. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

With a roll of your eyes, you throw the covers off and sling a leg over him, straddling his thighs. You tap your palms on his pecs on-beat with your begging. “Come on. Tell me tell me tell me tell -”

“Jesus, alright!” He cuts you off with two hands over yours, his thumbs running fondly over your knuckles. “I just…” He huffs, already a little frustrated with himself for feeling put out.

You slide your hands out from underneath his, running up over his collarbones and shoulders to find the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I couldn’t help but overhear…”

You let all your breath out in a huff. “Oh, Aaron. He’s a stupid NAT who knows the only way to come after you is to come after your history.” You kiss his cheek and tuck into him. “He was trying to be a big-dick boy and it didn’t pay off for him.”

There’s a halfhearted laugh from underneath you, and his hands wander across your back. “He is right, though. It would be easi-”

“If you say ‘easier,’ Aaron Hotchner, I’m going to lose my shit.”

He sighs, and you pull back, tipping his chin up with a finger.

“Hey. I love Jack. He is not an added weight in my life. He does not make my life harder in any way. Your son,” you emphasize with taps on his lips, “is the light of my life and I wouldn’t ever want to be without him.”

Aaron’s eyes get a little misty. For his sake, you ignore it and continue.

“I never feel like a replacement for Haley. I’ve never once minded leaving room for her in our lives because she’s my friend and I love her and I love you. I loved you before we lost her and I’ve loved you long after. This baggage keeps my feet firmly planted on the ground.”

Aaron takes a deep breath, and his voice has the smallest of wavers when he speaks. Before he even starts, you concede to let him share what he’s feeling, if only to rebut it. “But you could - you could have so much. You could have someone ten or fifteen years younger who - I don’t know - could do things with you that thirty-somethings do. You wouldn’t have to spend your weekends at soccer games or your evenings rubbing Icy Hot on my bad knee or dealing with me on rough pain days or raising your voice because I can’t hear shit on my right side.”

He shakes his head, and you brush the tears that fall with your thumbs. “You could have - You deserve, so much more...” The rest of his words go unspoken, but you hear them anyway.

You deserve so much more than me.

Your eyes sting and you blink rapidly, letting your tears wet your lashes. Leaning forward, you kiss away his remaining tears, shifting your weight to wrap your legs around his waist and get as close as you can.

With your head on his left shoulder, you whisper, “Aaron, I don’t want someone ten or fifteen years younger. I don’t care what I’m doing on my evenings and weekends because I get to spend them with you.”

You pause for a moment. “And, I don’t need boys. I’m done with boys.”

You lean back, looking him square in the eye, or at least trying to. “I have a man who has silver in his hair because he worries and is in his mid-forties and it doesn’t fucking matter. I have a man who is the subject of so many crushes and fantasies at the academy it makes me want to vomit.” You laugh a little at your own joke, but he’s still focused on the seam of your shirt at your collar. Changing gears, you bring your hands to the sides of his neck, feeling his pulse jump under your thumbs.

“I have no need for boys because I have a man who treats me with kindness and respect. A man who is thoughtful, who isn’t afraid of himself. A man who knows himself, who loves his son, who invited me into his life when he didn’t have to because he’s brave.”

A couple more tears fall down your cheeks and you frame his face with your hands. “You love better and more courageously than anyone I have ever known.”

You sniffle a little. “Aaron, honey...I love you. I wouldn’t want anything else, or anyone else, for my life, to be my partner, my best friend, the person I love. Odds have it that you’ll be my husband and the father of any other kids we might acquire and that we’ll grow even older and grayer together.”

You let a little facetious smirk cross your lips. “And I’d like you to look at me and tell me I’d be happy with some dickhead named Mark with a business degree who wears shoes well-outside his pay grade.”

That does it.

Aaron smiles and pulls you to him with a hand at the back of your head. Your lips meet and you can taste the saltwater, but it doesn’t matter.

He pulls back to look at you, and he really looks at you. His eyes roam hungrily over your face as if trying to memorize every line and curve and lash and budding wrinkle he finds there.

You simply melt in the dark brown of his eyes, watching him take his time.

Even then, as you expected, there is some doubt - not in you, of course, but in him. “Really?”

“Really.” You hold up your fist between your faces, pinky extended. “Pinky promise.”

He smiles a little and links your pinkies together, twisting your hands to kiss your knuckles. Your hands drop into your lap and another little smile crosses your face.

“What?” He asks.

You shrug. “I’m also thinking about how thirty-something-year-old boys absolutely suck in bed. I can pretty much guarantee that you’re better at - well, just about everything.”

He closes his eyes and smiles, looking the picture of a happy house cat in the sun. You draw closer, running your nose along his. He leans toward you and captures your lips again.

The next few hours? Don’t worry. They’re spent proving your point.

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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[CN] Shaw’s S2 R&S - Glacier Navigation

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Rumours & Secrets, 冰川行舟, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

This R&S features S2 Shaw

In terms of sequencing, this is Shaw’s first S2 R&S!

[ Chapter One ]

On this rare break, a phone call from Shaw brings me to the entrance of Loveland University.

At the school gate, a huge “Welcome New Students" banner waves in the wind. The osmanthus petals at my feet exude the unique scent of late summer and early autumn.

I follow Shaw through the bustling crowd and towards the graduate student registration point.

MC: The registration office... this should be it.

Shaw: Are you sure it's here? Just look at these registering students - how do they look like graduate students?

MC: You’re clearly the one who doesn’t look like a graduate student, okay?

Shaw glances at the long line outside the door of the office. Clicking his tongue, he eventually stands at the back properly.

Not having to wait for long, the both of us reach the head of the line.

MC: You don't need me to accompany you for the registration, do you?

Shaw: What are you thinking? Are you treating me like a kid?

MC: Then why did you drag me along to school...

Shaw: I just took you out for a breather after seeing you squatting at home for a few weeks.

He waves his hand at me in self-assurance, turning his head and entering the office.

I lean against the wall, waiting for him. As soon as I take out my phone, the tall figure walks out of the office fiercely.

MC: ...how did you settle it so quickly?

Shaw doesn’t respond. He suddenly leans forward, his eyes almost within reach. His half-squinting eyes contain slight irritation.

MC: W-what do you want... Ah! Don't touch my hair!

I raise my hand to protect my hair, but my cheek ends up getting pinched twice by two of his fingers.

Shaw: This is your punishment for leading me to the wrong place.

MC: No way, we really went to the wrong place?

Shaw: This is the registration point for the Chinese Department. The Archaeology Department is in Zhi Hua Building.

MC: Zhi Hua Building... I remember now. I think we passed by it earlier.

Shaw: Really?

Knowing that I was in the wrong, I quickly lift both my hands up as a guarantee.

MC: Really, I definitely won’t be wrong this time!

Shaw: Fine, I’ll reluctantly believe you this time. The last time.

[ Chapter Two ]

Since heading to the wrong place led to quite a delay, the door to the registration office of the Department of Archaeology is completely empty.

Shaw knocks on the office door. Inside, there’s only one middle-aged teacher who is currently reading the newspaper.

Teacher: A freshman? Come, fill in this form. Did you bring a copy of your ID card? If you didn’t bring it, give me the original. I'll make a copy for you.

Shaw: I brought it.

Teacher: What about the one-inch photo?

Shaw: Here.

Teacher: Oh, the boy's ID photo is so handsome! Sit for a while, I have to make a record.

Shaw: Mm, thanks for the hard work, teacher.

The teacher sits in front of the computer leisurely, then casts a curious glance at the door.

Teacher: Is that young lady outside your girlfriend?

Shaw: No.

Shaw pauses, then adds on.

Shaw: Just a friend.

Teacher: Oh... I understand~

The middle-aged man reveals a meaningful smile, and can’t help but gesture at the young man in front of him

Teacher: Young people have to be braver. How can a boy be so shy!

Shaw suppresses the urge to roll his eyes, squeezing out words one by one from between his teeth.

Shaw: Teacher, are you done with the registration?

[Note] There are different ways of saying “you” in Chinese, depending on formality! When being polite and respectful, especially to an elder, 您 (“nin”) is used. When talking to friends or someone younger, 你 (“ni”) is used. SHAW USES 您 HERE BECAUSE HE IS A POLITE BOY

Teacher: Yes yes, sign here. There’s one more thing I have to tell you. Because you filled in your identity as an Evolver on the form, I’ll have to trouble you to submit a copy of the Evol inspection report.

Shaw: The notice didn’t mention that I had to bring it.

Teacher: It’s a new requirement. It conveniences the school in terms of management, so I hope you can understand. Last semester, an Evolver lost control of his ability and almost lifted the entire classroom. The STF were called down for a day, and it was very troublesome.

When he hears the term “STF”, Shaw’s expression stirs slightly. Then, he clicks his tongue impatiently.

Shaw: So troublesome...

Teacher: What did you say?

Shaw: Nothing. Can I hand it in another day?

Teacher: It's fine, just come back within five working days. Here, your notice.

Shaw: Thanks.

[ Chapter Three ]

Schoolmate A: Schoolmate, want to check out our e-sports club? We organise competitions every month, and you can receive exquisite merchandise!

Schoolmate B: Schoolmate, come take a look at our basketball club! Handsome guys and beautiful girls gather and keep fit...

Today happens to be the club recruitment day. When Shaw and I pass by the public square, students constantly stop us, asking if we wish to join their clubs.

I look at Shaw curiously, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in any clubs. He walks quickly, not even giving them a glance.

When we’re about to leave the public square, we are once again stopped by a student.

Schoolmate C: Schoolmates, I can tell at a glance that you’re both from the Arts Department, right? Tsk tsk, your outfits have such an artistic quality. I’m from the rock club of our school. Even though the club was only established this year, I believe we have great potential! Usually, the club will organise activities introducing various instruments and music appreciation for hobbyists. Our club president even formed a band himself! They’re performing over there. Do you two want to have a listen?

I initially thought that Shaw would once again ignore him and leave. Unexpectedly, he suddenly stops in his footsteps, then arches his eyebrows with interest.

Shaw: Oh? You guys have a band?

Schoolmate C: Of course! We don't do covers. They’re all original songs!

Shaw: Let’s have a listen then.

MC: Do you actually want to join this rock club?

Shaw: We’ll talk after listening.

After saying this, he walks towards the area surrounded by a cluster of people.

The venue is simple, but there’s a sizeable number of audience members. The band members in the middle are wagging their heads while performing a song.

The vocals are discordant, and the sound quality is inferior. I’m unable to hear the lyrics clearly, but the melody is really catchy.

MC: I didn't expect them to look like an actual band... Shaw?

Shaw: ...tch.

Shaw grabs my arm, leaving the scene without saying a word.

MC: What’s wrong?

Shaw: Hearing plagiarised songs dirties my ears.

MC: That song from before was plagiarised?!

Shaw: They copied an unpopular old song from the 80s. No wonder these people didn’t realise it. You should also improve your musical literacy so you wouldn’t be confused by copied songs.

MC: So what you mean is... I should listen to your band’s songs more?

Shaw: Of course.

I burst out laughing, and Shaw raises his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Shaw: What are you laughing at?

MC: No, no, I just think that you’ve always been very serious about your band...

Shaw: You seem pretty concerned about my band?

MC: Mm. I know that you really like this band.

Shaw glances at me, as though verifying the sincerity of my words.

Then, he turns his gaze away, and sunlight touches the corners of his sharp and slightly raised mouth.

Shaw: Even if it’s just for fun, I’ll do even better than everyone else.

He says these words matter-of-factly, as though so long as he’s willing, every difficulty can be stamped out by him.

Shaw takes a final look back at the noisy public square. Retrieving a pair of earphones from his pocket, he hands it to me.

Shaw: Wear it properly. I’ll let you listen to truly good music.

[ Chapter Four ]

Shaw: Let’s go. Also, we’ll stop by the supermarket along the way. I’m buying some daily necessities.

MC: I really couldn’t tell that you’d be willing to stay in a dormitory.

Shaw: Who said so? I don’t plan to stay in a dormitory.

MC: Huh?

Shaw: I never stay with outsiders.

Shaw: Anyway, there’s a small room in Live House, and I plan to live there. Rehearsals will be convenient too.

MC: Oh... but your place is really too empty. Aside from a bed, it doesn't look liveable.

Shaw: Hm? How’d you know that my place is empty?

MC: I...

I bite my tongue, hurriedly tossing out a reason to muddle through it.

MC: I don’t even have to think about it to know. Judging by your personality, your house definitely has nothing but bare walls.

Probably because of my self-assured tone, Shaw retracts his scrutinising gaze, pursing his lips.

Shaw: That’s not how you use “nothing but bare walls”. Did you even pay attention in school... Let’s go.”

[Note] The reason why Shaw says this is because what MC used was 家徒四壁 (“jia tou si bi”), which is an idiom literally translating to “nothing but bare walls”. However, this idiom is supposed to describe someone who is very poor!

Shaw has always been very proactive. When he finishes speaking, he quickly takes me to the nearest supermarket from school.

After a short while, the shopping cart is stuffed to the brim.

Shaw: ...wait. I asked you to get a washbowl for me. Why’d you get me three? Do you need to use three washbasins to wash your face every day?

MC: These three washbasins have their respective uses! This one is for washing your face, this one is for washing your body, this one...”

Shaw: Washes what?

MC: Fruits!

Shaw: So troublesome. I might as well buy fruits that I can eat directly without washing.

MC: This is a refined life, okay? If you think it’s too much, then I'll reduce... Hey, what did you put into the cart?

Shaw: Daily necessities.

Lowering my head to take a look, I see three boxes of animal-shaped clothes hangers. The chubby little animals have their cheeks puffed out, lying in the washbowls I’m buying.

MC: Wow, so cute! You’re quite good at picking things too! ...but why are you buying three boxes?

Shaw: I learnt from you. One box for clipping towels, one box for clipping clothes, and one box...

MC: Huh?

Shaw doesn’t finish the second half of the sentence, and I subconsciously look up at him, meeting his sly eyes.

Shaw: Since you came out to run errands today, I’ll give it to you.

Shaw leans against the door of Live House, quietly watching the taxi drown in the neon glow. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrates slightly.

An unknown number appears on the screen. Shaw frowns, then lifts his hand to tap the answer button.

?: I heard you reported to school today?

Shaw: Looks like you guys are really free. You even have to bother about my enrolment in school?

?: How is it? Is everything going smoothly?

Shaw: It’s fine. Some situations cropped up, but I’m still in a pretty good mood. Also, you guys have to help me with something. The school wants me to submit an Evol inspection report. Forge one for me.

?: No problem. You can collect it from the usual place. Is there anything unusual about Nox from BS recently?

Hearing this alias, Shaw subconsciously glances into the distance. However, all that is visible is the gorgeous night of the city.

Shaw: She's been very busy recently, and seems to keep working overtime. That's it.

?: You know that’s not what we’re asking about.

Shaw: ...what’s the rush? I haven't finished investigating what you guys want to know.

?: Let me remind you not to mix in unnecessary emotions. Don't forget your mission either.

Shaw: I know. I'm hanging up.

The streetlights lining the long street light up in succession, dyeing Shaw’s hair in a warm colour.

He looks at the phone for a long time, and an untamed smile surfaces on the corners of his lips.

Shaw: I have the final say on how to deal with her.

He takes the long skateboard he had set by the side, lifts his ankle slightly, and skates into the night without hesitation.

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doeilovr · 3 years

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《　a fool for you 》

ROCKCT AU

Pairing: Drummer Doyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Words: 1.8k words

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It wasn't your first concert - no. You've been to many, sitting in the audience countless times to admire whatever artist was pouring out his heart on stage. But this was different to the classical concerts you've been to in the past.

This was way out of your usual comfort zone. And funny enough you just now started wondering how your friend had even convinced you to come here in the first place.

Jaehyun was like a brother to you, he was your best friend, always supporting you and always spending his free time with you.

But unlike you he had other friends too, friends that had other interests. They were kind of the exact opposite from not only him but also you - or so you thought.

You held Jaehyun's hand tightly as he lead you through the crowd closer to the stage. Loud music was roaring in your ears, you fought the urge to hold your ears.

"They already started", Jaehyun shouted in your direction. "Just enjoy yourself, I'll be right back."

You stood right in front of the stage, the people around you cheering and shouting in excitement. The lights were still out, only a loud melody was heard.

Finally as the stage lights turned on you saw them - Jaehyun and his friends. Five guys that wore either a little too much leather or a little too few clothes for your taste.

You recognized Xiaojun, who was the second singer in the group next to Jaehyun. And you recognized Jungwoo, who Jaehyun hung out with very often and who was an absolute god on the bass.

Yuta, the guitarist was who most of your classmates - mostly girls - talked about. Actually, now you kind of understood their obsession.

And then there was the - wait did he look at you? Just when you thought your mind had played you a trick the drummer's eyes and yours met again.

You didn't know him at all, but he had black messy hair which hid his eyes a bit and what seemed like a smirk, playing on his lips.

He looked ridiculously good in his black jeans and white tank top.

You were intrigued, a strange feeling was building in the pit of your stomach and you quickly averted your gaze, looking at Jaehyun instead.

The concert went by fast, you could really feel the energy of all the boys and the lively crowd.

After the show as the regular music set in again and most of the people left, you still stood at the front of the stage, waiting for Jaehyun who went backstage to change.

You leaned against the stage, watching the people slowly making their way to the exit.

"You're a new face", a male voice spoke from behind. Almost startled you turned your head to find the drummer crouching down next to you on stage.

"It's not like I've seen your face before either", you shrugged, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. He let out an amused chuckle, silently watching you.

"True." His dark eyes were burning into you and you felt a bit trapped under his gaze. "Did someone force you to come here or was it your own decision?"

You chuckled, looking around the room, "No one forced me, but it's not my usual scene either." You smiled unconsciously, thinking back to the time Jaehyun asked you to come and see him and his band live.

"I wouldn't have guessed", he let out a deep chuckle. You turned your head to meet his eyes, letting out a sigh at his teasing comment.

"Kim Doyoung", a loud voice echoed through the room, making both of you turn your head.

Kim Doyoung.

Yuta walked over to the two of you, Jaehyun right next to him. "Did you enjoy the show", Yuta asked, smirking at you.

"Yes, I had a good time actually", you smiled, Jaehyun shooting you an 'I told you so' look.

Doyoung brushed his hair back, his eyes still lingering on you.

"Should we go out for drinks", Yuta excitedly suggested, throwing an arm around Jaehyun.

"Can't", Jaehyun countered, "I drove us here, so I'll drive us back", he added, grinning at you. You were glad to call Jaehyun your friend, since he always took care of you no matter what.

But nevertheless you felt like you were holding him back from having fun. "No, Jaehyun. You should go and hang out with everyone. It's fine, I'll take the bus."

Before Jaehyun could protest Doyoung spoke up next to you. "I'll take you home."

You looked at him, his piercing eyes quickly finding yours. Everyone around you seemed to stop talking, an awkward silence filling the room.

"Would that be okay?" Jaehyun put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "Sure", you nodded, feeling uneasy at the thought of Doyoung taking you home.

There was something dangerous about him, something that told you to stay away.

After a while you found yourself in front of the building, the others having already left. You were waiting for Doyoung who had to grab his bag from the backstage room.

You leaned against the wall just staring out into the night. A few drunk people passed by, girls you recognized from the concert earlier.

A group of boys walked up to you, you could barely make out their faces in the dark.

"You got cigarettes?" One of the boys pointed at you, clearly tipsy. You quickly shook your head, hoping they'd quickly leave you alone.

Of course they didn't and stepped even closer. "Wanna come with us", another one of the boys spat out with an evil smirk. "We could have some fun together."

You swallowed, "no I'm good. Now would you please excuse me I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You lied and you were pretty sure they noticed, you just sucked at lying.

The boys chuckled dangerously, one of them stepping even closer. You tried to back up more, but your back already hit the wall.

"That's very rude", the boy countered, visibly annoyed.

"Are they bothering you?" A familiar voice came from your right and you turned your head to watch no other than Kim Doyoung step out of the dark.

"Can I help you", one of the boys barked, now all the attention on Doyoung.

Doyoung chuckled, making you wonder what the hell he thought was so funny. "Yes, do me the favor and leave. Now", he hissed. You could tell it was a threat solely from the choice of his words. On the outside Doyoung looked as calm as ever.

"And who are you to tell me to piss off", the boy spat back. Doyoung walked past him and stopped next to you, his arm quickly finding its way over your shoulders.

"I'm her boyfriend."

You shot your head to the side, looking at Doyoung in confusion. You wondered if he had heard you mentioning that before?

The boys didn't argue any longer and walked away, Doyoung's staying close to you until they were really out of sight.

"Are you okay?" Doyoung's expression had changed, his eyes looked a lot bigger and sparklier than before, for a moment it even seemed like he was pouting. Or maybe that was just your imagination.

"What? Yeah, I'm okay", you mumbled, stepping away from him.

Maybe it was because you were still nervous about the encounter with these rude boys, but maybe it was also just because of Doyoung. Whatever this strange feeling that spread in your stomach was, it made your heart race and your mind go blank.

"Should I take you home now?" Doyoung took off his jacket, putting it around you instead. "It's cold", he mumbled, "you shouldn't get sick."

You felt torn between these two sides of Doyoung. Was he cold or caring?

Doyoung lead you to his car, which was parked right across the road - he even held the door open for you.

The whole ride you were quiet, not even daring to talk. You felt oddly nervous in Doyoung's presence, your heart was beating fast.

The car came to a halt in front of your dorm, both of you not moving in your seat. "Thanks", you turned your head to look at Doyoung once again, only to find him looking at you already.

"You know, I've actually seen you before", Doyoung explained, immediately having your attention. "I've been to one of your concerts. It was actually a coincidence, but I was glad I took the wrong turn that evening."

The corner of Doyoung's mouth slightly rose as he thought back to the time he first saw you. You were playing the piano on stage, a piece by Chopin.

And although he didn't even enjoy classical music it seemed like the most beautiful thing he had ever heard at that moment. Especially with you playing it.

"I didn't know who you were back then, but as I hung out with Jaehyun I unconsciously learned about you everyday", he explained, "you know, he just can't shut up about you."

You let out a chuckle - that was just so Jaehyun.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again. And I don't believe in fate, you know, but when I saw you tonight I doubted all my beliefs for a second."

You swallowed, eyes blankly staring in Doyoung's direction. "So?" You watched his smile slowly appear. "Are you telling me you suddenly believe in fate?"

Doyoung chuckled, as if he was amused by your question. "No, but I believe in coincidences, in seizing the opportunity. And I'd be a fool to not ask you to come and see us play again tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrows at him. Did he just ask you out? "Tomorrow", you repeated, "yes, id love to come."

"Good", Doyoung nodded with a soft smile, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"And maybe afterwards you can drive me home again", you suggested without thinking twice.

"I'd like that."

You looked at each other for another moment, before you finally snapped back to reality, waving goodbye to Doyoung and getting out of the car.

You watched Doyoung drive off, unable to hold back your smile. You felt like you were floating and you were already excited to see him again the next evening.

You didn't believe in fate either, but there was something about seeing Doyoung on stage, fully focused on playing the drums.

There was something about him falling for a stranger he saw from the distance one day and falling for the same stranger again some time later - that stranger being you.

There was something that made you almost believe in fate too.

And maybe it really was a coincidence, maybe it was even Jaehyun's work. But maybe, just maybe, there really was a little fate involved.

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a/n: check out the rest of the collab hosted by @johnsamericano :3 I'm super happy to be part of this collab! It's my first one too so it's even more exciting:)

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lunnybunny12 · 3 years

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a Sirius Black x reader where they're like friends with benefits and everyone finds out

Sirius Gender neutral Reader (I adore you )

A/n: Reader is Gender neutral!!

Warnings: Sex references and swearing

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Requested by @msmb

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He had always been a hopeless romantic whether he cared to admit it or not. Whenever the pair of you hid away from your friends to satisfy each other's needs, he would have to bite his tongue to keep himself from telling you what his feelings were. Every kiss, bite, scratch, pull and fuck you gave him felt like ecstasy that never wore off. But it was that he was "just a friend" to you that always sat in the back of his mind. The thought of actually asking you to be his had eaten away at him since a year into your "arrangement".

"Sirius it's your turn" James said pulling the man from his thoughts.

"huh? Oh yes sorry... um rook to bishop 4" The man replied, as his eyes drifted back to you. He could hear James talking but he wasn't listening.

You were sat at the other end of the kitchen talking to Remus and laughing. You looked so pretty. The sun shone through the window in a way that made your features glow more than usual and your fingers tapped the rim of your favourite mug before you took a sip. Seeing you smile subcaunchiusly made him smile too.

"...Honestly, If I didn't know any better I'd think you liked our little fox."

Sirius ears pricked up and looked back at his best friend, who had a smug smile on his face.

"What?" Sirius said trying to act aloof and failing miserably.

Just as he was about to deny his feelings, you grabbed your coat and walked out of the kitchen with a cheary "See you later boys".

Sirius' expression changed as he practically fell over himself to watch you leave Grimmauld place. A few chuckles escaped James and Remus, earning them an un-amused glare from Sirius.

"Why you haven't asked them out yet is beyond me, Sirius," The werewolf said taking a seat.

Sirius sighed and raked his hands through his hair in frustration. "It's complicated"

"Id say," James said absentmindedly packing away the chessboard. "They've been friends with benefits since 7th year!"

Remus practically spat up his tea and coughed.

“Really James youre doing this now?”

"I'm sorry Sirius but it's about time Remus and Peter knew don't you think? You've been infatuated with them since 3rd year.” James said in a calm tone. “face it mate, you love em,”

It had crossed his mind once or twice. He had ,had feelings for you even before you started being intimate, that was true. How couldn't he? you were just so good. so kind. so... you.

"OK fine,maybe I do. Maybe I do want to spend the rest of my life with them. Maybe I do want to hold them and kiss them and tell them how much I ADORE them but it's not about what I want. It's about what they want..." he paused, tapping his fingers on the table. "and they sure as hell don't want me.”

It was quiet between the 3 of them. Sirius had never said his feelings towards you out loud before and when it was out in the open, it clicked in his head how true he thought it was.

"Listen... Im gonna go to bed. If you want to tell Peter what just happened go ahead. Ill see you guys tomorrow.”

Before ether James or Moony could stop him, Sirius had already flitted off to his room and didn't come out the rest of the night.

A month or two had passed since then and a strange air wafted through the order. Sirius seemed to hold you at arms length and at every meeting, you and Sirius would get strange looks and glances from people.

One night, you walked into his room, having had enough of the sudden distance.

"Sirius we need to talk" you sighed, closing the door behind you.

“Uh, oh. What have I done now?”

“I think you know exactly what you've done or rather what you've said.”

Sirius' face went sheet white. He did indeed know what you were talking about but how he was going to avoid talking about it made him nervous.

"right I can explain... I told them about our "arrangement", how long it'd been going on and how it started. I mean we never agreed to NOT tell anyone and since it's been going on for over 5 years and....what are you doing?"

You sat on his lap and let your hands pull his forehead to rest on yours. His hands instinctively wrapped themselves around your waist. You stopped listening after the words "I can explain" lift his lips. You knew he was lying out of his ass and you also knew what he said to his friends that night and you needed to confront him about it.

"First off I assumed everyone already knew about our "Arrangement". Secondly, stop telling fibs, it doesn't suit your pretty face"

He let out a chuff in amusement and looked at you in the eyes.

" I love you, (Y/N)" He said without any hesitance. " I have done for a long time. I've tried to bite my tongue and ignore it but I can't."

You brushed some hair out of his face and looked at him. He looked so sure, so certain in his words.

"So you do want to hold me, kiss me and tell me how much you adore me?" you asked quoting what he had said, slowly leaning your face to his.

"Yes" he whispered, as his arms pulled your bodies closer to one another.

"and you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" you asked as your lips ghosted over his earning a smile. "More than anything"

That's when you kissed him. It was a kiss he’d never felt before. It wasn't like the ones you had given in the past. The one you gave him felt like you were giving him pure emotion. All of your love and joy and so much genuine affection flooded his senses like a tsunami.

When you pulled away the once scared look he had, had been replaced with an expression that you could've only explained as "love drunk". seeing him like that made you laugh a little.

"You still think I don't want you?"

He looked at you through hooded eyes and rested his chin on your chest with a still somewhat delirious smile.

"Nope. Not an-any more......c-can we do that again, please?"

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malfoymanortings · 3 years

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lavender and velvet //part nine

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: George Weasley X OC!SiriusDaughter

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thank you to everyone who has given feedback on this story so far! I’m so happy many of you are liking it so far. also, wanted to give a shout-out to @id-rather-be-an-outsider because their comment on the last update gave me an additional plot point. 💕

part one contains links to the previous chapters.

It was half past one in the morning on Christmas Eve when Juliet woke up to someone prodding her face. She blinked her eyes clearly, finally registering that Ginny was the one who had woken her.

“Ginny,” she sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”

“Time to wake up,” Ginny grinned, her lips quirked up in a devious grin. “Or have you forgotten our tradition?”

Juliet blanched for a moment, before realization hit her. “Damn. I had forgotten. Is everyone else already there?”

Ginny nodded, motioning for her to get up. “Yes, now come on!”

Juliet lugged herself off the bed, bringing her favorite blanket with.

Every Christmas Eve, early in the morning after everyone else had already gone to bed, the twins, Ginny, Ron, and Juliet held a sesh. The one time the Weasleys had been at Hogwarts over Christmas, Neville and Lee Jordan had joined them. It was always a tradition.

“Well well, we almost thought the ladies weren’t going to show,” Fred greeted as they walked in. “Would have had more for us.”

Fred was sitting against his bed, a bong between his legs, George next to him, while Ron sat on the other side with his back against the wall. Ginny sat next to Ron, and Juliet sat next to George. Her bare leg brushed against his, and she couldn’t stop the chill that went through her as she did so.

“Almost thought the two of you weren’t going to show,” George grinned happily at the girls, his eyes slightly glazed. They must have already started smoking. “We had to start without you.”

“Please, you probably started sometime after Molly had gone to bed,” Juliet shook her head, spreading her blanket over her bare legs. “As usual.”

Fred blew her a kiss, winking in reply. He passed the bong to Ron, who took a rather deep hit, before coughing it out nearly immediately.

“So far Ronnie’s the little bitch tonight!” crowed Fred, clapping his hands together as he laughed.

“Have you cast a silencing spell yet?” Juliet nudged George, nodding towards Fred who may as well have been a warning siren at the level of his noise.

George shook his head no. “That probably would be a good idea, though.” He waved his wand, and the room glowed a bright blue for a moment.

Half an hour later, Fred had taken to laying on the floor, furiously scribbling on a parchment a list of ideas for the joke shop. Ron was lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, which the twins had bewitched to display a twinkling night sky. Ginny lay next to him, pointing out different ones she saw. Juliet had rested against George’s bed frame, his hand in her lap as she played with his fingers.

George turned to Juliet, that same look on his face from Kings Cross. He blinked slowly, licking his lips. “Jules, can I shotgun you?”

Juliet felt her heart skip a beat, and promptly lodge itself in her throat. The logical part of her brain was screaming at her to say no, that it wouldn’t be good for her to do so with her newfound feelings for her closest friend, but that part of her brain was muddled and hazed from smoking. So she nodded.

“It’ll be easier if you sit on my lap.” George stumbled a bit over the last part, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Okay.” Juliet breathed, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Inside, she was screaming.

Juliet hesitated before kneeling in front of George, hesitantly sitting on his thighs. She wore nothing but her oversized tee shirt that hung to her mid thighs, leaving her bare skin to sit on his flannel pajama pants.

No one seemed to notice what they were doing, but she was hyper aware of George’s body under hers. She would never have done this sober.

George inhaled deeply as he took a hit from the bong before setting it back down, and then turned his face towards hers. He reached out his hands to cup her cheeks, his fingers tangling into her long hair. Leaning forwards, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths parted, and he exhaled the smoke into her mouth.

Their lips lingered together for a moment longer than necessary, before Juliet pulled away to exhale herself. She coughed slightly, pressing a hand to her chest. George’s arms suddenly found their way to her waist, bringing her closer to him. She was now flush against his chest, pressed against where she could feel something hard against herself. Her eyes widened as she realized this, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Partly from her hazy mind, and partly because she wondered what George was doing.

His lips crashed onto hers once more, moving with an urgency she hadn’t felt before. His hands ghosted from her hips to her hair, tangling his long fingers in the strands as he pressed her firmly against him.

She found herself wrapping her arms around his back, everything slightly tilted and out of sorts as she did. She didn’t fully register what was going on, all she could focus on was that she was finally kissing George, the boy she wildly fancied.

As their lips moved against each other, his hands moved down her bare thighs, groping at her soft skin. His tongue felt foreign on her own, fuzzy and out of place through the hazy fog of her mind. She hadn’t ever kissed someone like this before.

Once again, George’s hands found their way to her hips, holding her tightly against himself. Without thinking, she ground her hips against his, a soft moan releasing from her lips involuntarily. He groaned into her mouth, bucking his hips harshly up into hers.

That seemed to sober the two of them up, as they realized what they were doing.

They quickly pulled away from each other, Juliet hastily sitting back on the floor next to him, staring at the carpet as her cheeks flamed. Fred was laughing, loudly, and she didn’t dare look to see what Ron or Ginny’s reaction might be. She felt utterly foolish, and dirty. Had she really just made out with her best friend in front of his family for Merlin’s sake?

“I was wondering when that would happen,” Fred chortled, looking back down at his parchment. “Absolutely splendid.”

“What happened?” asked Ginny, looking over at the two of them from where she lay on the floor.

“Nothing,” Juliet quickly cut Fred off, standing up on shaky legs. “I just, erm, feel rather tired. I’m going to head to bed.”

With that, she quickly (or as fast as her muddled mind would allow her to) left the room, shutting the door tightly behind her, and headed to her room. What she hadn't expected was to run into Sirius, who was just leaving Buckbeak's room.

“Jules?” Sirius cocked his head, walking towards her. “What are you..” he trailed off, suddenly sniffing the air around her. “No shit? You’re high?”

“Uh, no,” Juliet wracked her brain for an excuse, feeling as though she were sorting through foam. “I am perfectly level.”

Sirius gave her a doubtful look, crossing his arms. “Perfectly level?”

“As a side bar.” she nodded, keeping her eyes wide and honest.

Sirius blinked once, then twice. “Good Godrick, is that the best you can come up with? You’re my daughter for Merlin's sake. We’re going to have to come up with something better than that for next time.”

Juliet tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. His words spun round and round her mind, but she couldn’t quite understand what he meant. He seemed to notice this, and an exasperated grin appeared on his face, shaking his head.

“I suppose I’m reaping what I sow,” he muttered quietly, almost to himself. “All those years Rems and I did this to James, of course my daughter does the same.”

“I am completely following you.” Juliet nodded solemnly, attempting to at least appear as though she were coherent and understood.

“Right, right, of course.”

He motioned for her to follow him, and she followed him downstairs, pausing at a door that seemed oddly illuminated by a candle burning resolutely in the hall. It had a faint and peeling silver R on the front of the worn wood. She didn’t think she had ever seen the inside of the room before.

“What’s in there?” she questioned, sticking her thumb out towards the door. “Is the R for room of requirement? Have you got one of those here? I think that’s really swell and helpful for the order, dad.”

Sirius looked taken aback, not only by her question and her mumbling, but at the fact that she had openly called him dad for the first time.

“Well, no, good guess though,” he paused, his hand limply lying on the railing of the stairs. “That’s my younger brother’s room. Regulus.”

Her eyes widened once more. “Oh wow, he’s been in there this whole time? He’s wicked quiet!”

Sirius took a deep breath, as though to ground himself. “Actually, he’s dead. He was killed by Voldemort.”

Juliet faltered. “Oh wow. Sorry.”

Sirius shrugged, continuing down the stairs. Juliet followed, taking great care to hold the railing tightly. She followed him into the kitchen, where he motioned for her to sit down.

She sat, watching as he went into the pantry. The door creaked loudly as he opened it, remerging with two bottles of butterbeer and an assortment of snacks. He dropped the bounty on the table, and Juliet snatched a chocolate frog, suddenly ravenous.

“My brother decided to follow the family views and joined Voldemort and his supporters,” Sirius explained as Juliet munched on the snacks. He took a sip of butterbeer. “Suppose he got in too deep, and ended up trying to leave when he realized what was asked of him. Problem is, you don’t just get to leave. You get the mark for life.”

Juliet nodded, swallowing a sip of Butterbeer and taking a package of crisps from the pile on the table.

“That’s why I worry about you being friends with the Malfoys,” he said rather honestly, spinning the bottle cap from his drink on the table. “They’re Death Eaters, Jules. You’re a Black. A pureblood. Voldemort would love to have you on his side, especially because you’re close to Harry and the Order.”

“Don’t think he knows I like Harry,” Juliet disagreed, swallowing hard on a crisp. “Draco still thinks I’m upset that you like him more than me. He thinks I hate scarhead -Harry-, I mean.”

“I don’t like him more than you, Jules,” Sirius shook his head, looking sharply at her. “I love the both of you equally.”

Juliet was quiet for a moment, the only sound heard was the crunching of her snack. “Did you love James?”

“Yeah, of course I did-”

“No, like, did you love him as a boyfriend?”

Sirius sputtered at the question, looking as though she had beat him over the head with a bat. “For Melins sake- no, I did not love him like that! He was my brother!”

“Oh.”

It was quiet after that. The two of them ate a few more of the snacks, sipping their Butterbeer. By the time the clock struck one thirty, Sirius was herding her upstairs to her room. He made sure she was safely tucked into bed before he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Ginny was already in bed, her mouth agape as she snored loudly. The girl was normally a quiet sleeper, but each time after their Christmas Eve sesh she would take on the sound of a chainsaw. They always got well baked on these nights.

Juliet fell asleep nearly the moment her head hit the pillow, into a dreamless slumber.

It felt like she had just shut her eyes when she was being woken up by a loud crack near her head, causing her to jerk awake and fall onto the floor.

“Mphfm,” she groaned, slowly lifting herself off the ground.

“Sorry!” Ginny was apologizing, her cheeks red. “I knocked over my exploding snap from the twins and it went off.”

“S’okay,” Juliet sat on the bed, her head feeling a bit swollen. “Oh, our presents!”

“Thank you for mine, by the way,” Ginny beamed, motioning towards the beauty products that were lined up on the dresser. “You knew exactly what I wanted.”

Juliet waved off her thanks, gingerly sorting through her own pile. A handmade knit sweater, a dark emerald green with a silver J stitched on the front, from Molly. Remus had given her an assortment of books, ranging from different healing remedies, and jinxes/hexes with their counter curses. Sirius had given her a handheld mirror, with a note detailing that he had the other and they could use it to communicate when she was at Hogwarts. Ginny had given her a book with different beauty spells, and she flicked through it to see pictures detailing different makeup looks and hairstyles that could happen with the swish of your wand. Fred had given her a jar of peruvian darkness powder, something she knew he and George had been working on perfecting for some time now. George had given her a necklace, a dainty silver chain with a gleaming crescent moon charm dangling from it. On the back of the necklace, were the words ‘my moon and my stars’, written in a glittering lettering.

She held it in her palm for a moment, feeling it grow warm for a moment before cooling down once more. Odd, but she supposed George might have charmed it to do something special. That would be like him. She clasped the necklace around her neck, hanging below the hollow of her throat.

“We’ll be visiting dad today,” Ginny informed her, running a brush through her hair. “Expect we’ll be leaving soon. Mums had a rough morning, Percy sent back his sweater with no note, good for nothing knobhead..” she muttered a few other insults under her breath.

Juliet stood, digging through her trunk for something to wear. She decided on a dark grey turtleneck tucked into a dark green pleated skirt that fell to the top of her thighs, and grey thigh highs with a ruffled lace trim. Her hair was left down, in neat waves framing her face, courtesy of a spell from the beauty book Ginny had gifted her. The necklace from George glittered in the light.

Oh, Merlin. George.

The memories of last night came flooding back to her, and she nearly poked her eye with her mascara wand. She and George had absolutely made out and then she left the room.

Her heart began racing, and as she slid on her black boots, she prayed George didn’t remember. The sound of everyone conversing downstairs floated up the steps, and she made her way down fairly quickly. She at least wanted a cup of tea and a bite of toast before they headed to the hospital.

To her delight, Remus was there and accompanied them to the hospital to visit Arthur. She didn’t run into the twins until they gathered to leave, and as George averted her eyes, her heart sank. He definitely remembered the kiss if the way he refused to look at her was any indication.

When they arrived in the room and had greeted Arthur, Remus drifted off towards the werewolf, who had been looking rather wistfully at the crowd gathered around him. Juliet followed, taking the chance to escape the stifling presence of George who was still pointedly not looking at her.

“Happy Christmas,” Remus greeted, smiling kindly at the man. “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“I’ve heard of you,” the man grunted, eyeing him warily. “You were a Professor at Hogwarts, weren’t you? Until they found out you were a werewolf.”

Remus nodded, keeping a smile on his face. “That would be me. But between you and I, I think it was rather good luck I had been outed. The kids were a bit more wild than I had thought they would be, and my daughter seemed to take a liking to keeping me on my toes.”

Juliet smirked in agreement, he wasn’t wrong. The man turned his attention to her now, his eyes narrowing.

“Daughter?” the man questioned. Remus nodded. “Your wife stayed with you even though you’re a werewolf?”

Remus blanched for a moment. “Well, I don’t have a wife. Juliet is my adopted daughter.”

“They let you adopt a kid?”

“I was her godfather, and when her parents were no longer around, Albus Dumbledore vouched for me.” Remus explained, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh,” the man grunted, shifting in his bed. “S’pose you’ve had rotten luck with getting a job since the Daily Prophet article, huh?”

Remus shrugged. “It’s certainly been more difficult to find.”

The man nodded, looking deep in thought. “I got fired once they learned of my condition,” the word twisted from his mouth. “And I’m sure my wife is going to leave me next. She keeps wanting to visit but I don’t want her to end it while I’m laying in a hospital bed.”

“Has she given you any indication that she wants to end it?” Juliet spoke up, tilting her head to the side.

The man looked at her as though she had grown another head. “I’m a bloody werewolf, who in their right mind wants to stay with that?”

“There isn’t anything wrong with being a werewolf,” Juliet disagreed. “I mean yes, things will be harder, but if she really loves you it doesn’t matter. It’s a manageable condition, and it doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” the man scoffed, looking towards the window.

Juliet opened her mouth to retort, but Remus placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

“I understand,” Remus said quietly. “I was changed when I was five years old by Fenrir Greyback. I’ve had a lot of years to come to terms with my condition, and the one thing that you must remember is that it doesn’t define you. You cannot let it consume you and dictate every aspect of your life; you must learn to work with it instead of attempting to cut corners or ignore it entirely. Your life will never be as it was, but you can make your new normal.”

The man was silent for a moment, and Remus’s words seemed to sink it, as he then asked how he would go about trying to find another job. Remus conjured up a chair, settling in before telling him the different things that worked best for him.

“Can we talk?”

Juliet turned to see George looking down at her, his face unreadable for the first time to her. She nodded mutely, following him out to the hall. He checked rooms, finding one that was empty and pulling her in with him.

It was a regular hospital room, with an empty bed and various potions lined up on the wall. It was one of the private ones, meaning there was just one bed and an accompanying bathroom.

“I wanted to say that I was sorry about last night,” George said slowly, his words clear. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries.”

“Oh,” Juliet responded, feeling as though she had been winded. Her chest stabbed painfully. He said he wasn’t thinking clearly. “Right. ‘Course.”

“So yeah,” George rubbed his neck, teetering on his feet. “So we can forget that it happened, yeah? Go back to being normal?”

“Yeah, of course,” Juliet responded, but her voice was too high and didn’t sound at all like herself. “No problem. I think I’m just going to go back to the room, now, before anyone starts to wonder where we went.”

“Right, of course,” he responded awkwardly, moving towards the door. “So, no one has to know, Fred already promised he wouldn’t say anything.”

Her chest burned with shame. He didn’t want anyone to know that they had kissed. She felt mortified at the thought, he probably wouldn’t want anyone to know he had kissed a slytherin who was two years below him. How embarrassing! And she supposed he was worried about Alicia Spinnet, surely she wouldn’t be too happy to hear about that. And George certainly wouldn’t want to mess that up, she was perfect for him. Pretty and a Gryffindor, sans daddy issues.

“Right, wouldn’t want Alicia to get upset,” the words came from her mouth before she could stop them. “Wouldn’t want you to lose your dream girl over a stupid mistake.”

“What do you-”

Before George could finish his sentence, she darted from the room, blinking back tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. His rejection had hurt, and she hated that anything had ever happened. No matter how much she had kept thinking of his lips on hers, she would forget it all happily if it meant she hadn’t gotten a taste just for it to be ripped away. How could she just be friends with her best friend who had broken her heart without even knowing it?

By the time she had gotten back to the room, everyone was getting ready to leave. She quickly made her way to Remus’ side, keeping her head down. George had reappeared a few minutes after her, and no matter how many times he tried to get her attention, she pointedly ignored him as he had done to her that morning. It would do her no good to fill her mind with empty fantasies of what would never be.

They went back to Grimmauld Place, where Molly blasted Christmas carols in the living room, and everyone gathered to celebrate the last hours of the holiday. Juliet, Ginny, and Hermione danced along with Remus and Sirius, who kept giving each other the most peculiar of gazes. It was funny for Juliet to see how surprised everyone else was at Remus’ carefree attitude, as they had known him as their teacher. They didn’t know of the days he would dance with her to muggle music in the kitchen.

By the end of the night, everyone was rightly tired out from the excitement of the day. Juliet had made a quick race to her room, having successfully avoided George the entire night. No one aside from Fred had seemed to notice something was off between the two.

As she clambered up the stairs to her room, she very nearly ran into Kreacher, who was skulking around the portrait of Walaburga Black. He was muttering to himself, and gave her a dirty look as she apologized for running him over.

“Masters daughter apologizes to Kreacher after not watching where she was going, reckless like her father, not like Master Regulus...”

“Regulus?” Juliet questioned, recalling the name from the previous night Sirius had found her high. It was his younger brother, her uncle.

Kreacher nodded eagerly, his large eyes widening. “Master Regulus was so kind to Kreacher, he was the best son of Mistress, most loyal, and Master Sirius acts like he was a dirty no good swine...”

When Kreacher spoke of Regulus, his face took on an unexpectedly soft look of yearning and admiration. When he spoke of the way Sirius viewed his brother, hatred seeped back in and twisted his features.

Juliet paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts carefully before she spoke. She knew that Kreacher seemed to idiolize Regulus, which could explain some of the dislike he harbored towards Sirius. If she were to jump into claiming the things Sirius told her about his brother, that would make Kreacher upset and she would likely never hear more from him on the subject. A large part of her suddenly wanted so desperately to know of her Slytherin uncle. Maybe he had been the same as her, thought of as a typical Slytherin with no one if any bothering to look beyond his house.

“Regulus was my uncle, right, Kreacher?” she questioned, watching his head bob as he nodded. “Can you tell me about him?”

Kreacher eyed her cautiously, his mouth forming a tight line. “Why does Mistress Juliet want to know about Master Regulus?”

“Well,” she paused. “He was a Slytherin like me. He probably would have understood things a lot better than my dad.”

Kreacher nodded vigorously, eager to talk badly about Sirius. “Master Regulus was much better than Master, yes, he would have understood more, so smart he was, not a nasty Gryffindor like Master, proud of his bloodline and good to the very end, especially to Kreacher.”

Juliet bit her lip, waiting a beat before she asked. “I would have loved to know him. Can you tell me... how did he die?”

Kreacher opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Hermione came up the steps, bumping into Juliet.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Hermione exclaimed, placing a hand on Juliets arm. “Oh, happy Christmas Kreacher!”

Kreacher scowled immediately, muttering under his breath, “mudblood addresses Kreacher like he cares about her, speaking to the house elf of the most noble ancient House of Black, dirty girl...”

Hermione gave a pained smile, brushing past the two to her bedroom. Juliet cursed her timing, now Kreacher was wandering off down the hall.

“Kreacher,” she called, making the house elf pause in his steps. “Can you tell me about him tomorrow?”

Kreacher gave a jerky nod, and continued off down the hallway. Juliet sighed, and headed off to her room. At least tomorrow, she would find out more on her uncle.

As she got ready for bed, she slid the moon charm along the length of the silver chain, pondering her feelings for George. What she had hoped would be a passing crush had turned into a full blown issue for her. What was she going to do?

The charm once again heated up in her grasp, before cooling back down. She narrowed her eyes, and set the charm on her bedside table. She hadn’t asked George about it. She didn’t get the chance.

Tossing her blanket over her body and burrowing into the bed, she shut her eyes. Ginny’s soft breathing lulled her to sleep, her conflicting feelings of George tightening in her chest.

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beautifultrash-101 · 3 years

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for the robin request maybe like a heartfelt confession? I’d like a little bit of angst 👀 tysm!

Crush

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: Robin and you are friends and you go to scoops ahoy to say goodbye before your vacation trip when you come back and great her at the video shop things have changed except for her feelings for you

Warnings: angst? - Words: 2956

Robin P.o.V

The sight that comes infront of me makes a smile form on my face instantly, making me feel like an idiot too. Y/n enters with all eyes turning to her, she just radiates a good vibe. She walks over to me I’m all her eyes focus on “hey Buckley” I groan dramatically “I can’t believe the last thing you’ll see me in is my ahoy outfit” she laughs straighting my blue vest “I don’t know what you mean it’s such a sexy look” sending me a wink after that, I laugh though it’s more breathy then it should be, she really makes me lose my breath. Steve throws the door open “Robin look at this” he looks between Y/n and I who now lets go of the vest. He lets out a whistle “no way, Y/n Y/l/n?” She smiles at him “Steve the hair Harrington, how’s life treating you after school?” He looks down at his uniform “I work in an ice cream shop with this one” he ends his sentence with pointing at me, Y/n laughs at his attempt of a joke “I can think of way worse things” she looks to me giving me a grin bumping my shoulder with her fist “don’t you dare have to much fun without me while I’m gone” I roll my eyes pointing out “I think I should be the one saying that” she tilts her head with a big grin “you’re probably right about that, but when I get back we’ll do a lot of catching up” I agree to which she claps her hands. She gives me a tight hug bidding her goodbye before leaving, which was probably for the best because my heart is beating crazy and my cheeks already turned a light rose. Steve quickly begs me “I need her number Robin” I look to him with shock “no way, you traumatise any female that converses with you” he pouts to which I proudly smile walking into the break room to see Dustin still working with the Russian dictionary. I put my hands into my pants feeling a piece of paper in it, taking it out I open it “already missing you :(“ it’s in Y/n’s hand writing, folding it up again I put it securely in my pocket smiling to myself.

So much time has passed since everything went down. Steve and I have become closer then I ever expected us to be, even working together again after the mall burnt down and everything else. All I want is for school to start again so I at least have that distraction. I wouldn’t say I’m totally scarred from what happened but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t nights where Id lay awake thinking back to what went down. I hear the bell of the door ring, my head shots up happy to finally have a customer. When I see who it is my jaw drops “Y/n!” she gives me a wide smile rushing over to me to give me a hug “Buckley! What has been up? I’ve missed you, I would have visited you at your old job, but the whole mall burnt down?” I put my hand behind my neck “yeah that’s a long story” Y/n takes my hand exited, but all I’m feeling is nervousness “well I think a long story is perfect, since I wanted to invite you to my house anyways, my parents are away two days longer so we’d have the place to us, what do you say?” I know she doesn’t have the intensions I wish she would have when mentioning her absent parents, but I can’t help but imagine, I hoped my feelings for her would have toned down after she left for a while but they seemed to actually have gotten worse since I didn’t see her almost every day. She waves her hand infront of me “hello earth to Robin, you okay?” quickly snapping out of my thoughts I explain “sorry I was just thinking of something, but of course a night with you sounds great” she was about to say something when the back door opens “I’m back!” Steve calls out not expecting someone to be in the store “oh hey Y/n” he tries to casually let out while going threw his hair “how are things going?” Y/n gives him a sweet smile “hey there Steve, things are going good thanks” he slides behind the counter next to me giving her a charming grin “meet anyone interesting on your trip?” I try not to show how much that question interested me by sorting the pens in the jar Y/n chuckles “nope, just had fun with the family, why are you interested?” she raises her eyebrow with a teasing grin. I look between the two of them Steve looks almost frozen “maybe I am” he tries to let out smoothly, Y/n chuckles patting his arm “you wouldn’t be able to handle me” he stuttered out “I w-wouldn’t say that” she laughs turning to me with a smile “I’ll see you tonight?” “tonight” I confirm my hands gripping a pen a bit to hard. She waves at us both before exiting the store.

I turn to Steve “you need to stop” he looks to me with a frown “why? She’s attractive, I’m attractive, that’s a win win situation” I frown at his words trying to say something that would make sense to why I wouldn’t want them to date “if you did date and it wouldn’t work out I’d have to choose sides that would be to hard” Steve lets out a quick laugh “please if she were dating me, I’d do anything for it work out” I cross my arms leaning against the counter “you’ve said that about like three girls this week” he goes quiet, but then gets a goofy smile “but it’s different this time” I’m about to correct him when I get an idea. If Steve goes out with Y/n maybe seeing her taken will make my feelings go away. I get a piece of paper writing her number down “here take it” I say rolling my eyes while he grabs it exited. He quickly goes to the next phone “you think she’s home yet?” “I don’t know, try your luck” he dials the number waiting for someone to pick up after a few rings she does pick up. Quickly I move to Steve so I could listen in “hello?” a voice questions a little out of breath, she probably ran to the phone. Steve now answers her after nervously going threw his hair “hey Steve here from the video shop” her sweet giggle fills my ears making me smile “I know who you are Steve, how did you get my number?” he looks to me with a smirk whispering “she knows who I am” I look at him with a deadpan face when the phone call continues “Robin actually gave it to me, because she thinks it would be a good idea for you and I to hang out, you know since you’re her friend I’m her friend” I hit his arm “I didn’t say that” I mutter to him to which he waves me off. There’s silence on the line as if she had hung up “like on a date?” She now quizzes, making my heart stop, she doesn’t sound that disgusted by the idea. Steve tries to play it cool “yeah we can call it that” “if you don’t want it to be a date-“ “no, yes I want it to be a date” he now chirps out quickly, she giggles once again in respons. Y/n now suggests to him “how about I pick you up after your shift, I’m guessing it ends the same as Robins so six p.m, we can grab some food and then after I can meet up with Robin since she has to eat at home anyways” she was going to go on a date with someone else right before I go to hers to be alone with her, that hurts more then it should. Steve grins widely “sounds like a plan, till then” Y/n laughs one last time “till then” hanging up. Steve puts the phone away doing a little victory dance to which I can’t help but laugh a bit. Steve runs to his bag looking threw it only to pull out a comb and some hair spray “got to get ready for six p.m” he points out with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Six p.m came faster then I wanted it to. As the time went by the more I regretted what I did. If this ends up actually going good, I’ll completely have messed up my chances with Y/n, not that there were any there anyways. The door opens and in walks Y/n with her high rise denim shorts, a short turtle neck top and her denim Jean jacket, a jacket I’ve bored a couple million times, a jacket she loved to wear for special occasions, which always confused me why she’d wear it so often, yet her reason would always be “any day spent with you is a special occasion” it makes my heart flutter anytime, but break with the fact that she’s wearing it for Steve now. She comes over to me with a suspicious look “so what’s the deal Buckely? Setting me up with Steve” I try to act like I actually wanted this “don’t know, what can go wrong with two of my friends dating?” She raises her eyebrow as if I just asked the most unlogical thing “literally so many things” before we could continue the conversation Steve appears “hey Y/n, you look very- very- pretty” she smiles at him “why thank you Steve, you look the same as you did before” he laughs a bit to hard at what she said his nervs not hidden at all. I interrupt the awkward moment “we’ll time to go” Y/n looks to me for a moment “yeah you’re right” for a moment she looks like she’s thinking over something, but it’s gone as soon as it came “Steve let’s get some food” he wraps his arm around her shoulder “no need to tell me twice” leading her to the exit. Y/n looks back at me over her shoulder giving a small wave “bye Buckley, see you later” I silently wave, painfully wishing that that was me leading her out the store to a date.

****

Waiting outside of my house, Y/n’s familiar car turns up and she halts right infront of me slowly letting the window roll down “what’s a girl like me gotta' pay for a good time with a girl like you?” she pushes the car door open for me letting me step inside. I turn to her with a mischievous grin “for you, maybe I’ll let a discount slide” she dramatically puts her hand over her heart swooning “oh to be so lucky” we laugh while she starts driving. While on the route to her house I shyly question “so, how was the date with Steve?” Y/n turns silent for some time, and I worry that maybe something bad happened. But Steve he’s a good guy. Y/n taps on the wheel taking a quick glance at me before setting her eyes back on the road “it was okay, Steve is a sweet guy” she stops at that so I ask “but?” she pulls into the drive way now turning fully to me “there’s someone else I actually like” I feel my body sinking, losing my words all together. With Steve I would have at least known who she was with, I would have at least seen her often even if it was with him. My door opens making my head turn to it where Y/n is standing “you coming?” “yeah, sorry” I get out hearing the door close after. She puts her hand on my shoulder “all good?” “all good” I smile at her which probably looks forced. Y/n walks with me to the door “as much as I loved vacation I’m glad to be back” I chuckle a little “how can you be glad to be back in this hellhole?” she unlocks the door “well you’re here aren’t you?” she steps in, but I’m frozen in my spot. This is going to be a long night.

****

We decided to make a pizza now sitting in the kitchen waiting for it to be ready. Y/n’s sitting on the counter telling me about what she did while she was gone. She ends with a shrug “so nothing special, but it was great nothing less” I quickly take my chance “is that where you met you’re little crush?” she looks down with a small smile “no, you actually know them, and trust me it’s not just a little crush” my eyes grow wide at that “wow, do I know him?” she looks at me “pretty well yeah” I look away to the pizza “well I hope it works out” I lie feeling my chest tighten. She hops of walking to the fridge “yeah, but I don’t think it will” “how could it not? You’re a whole catch” she turns to me with a wide smile “you think so?” “I know so.”

The pizza finishes and while we’re eating we stay quiet a shift of the air between us. She knows that I’m acting weird. We keep looking up at each other until she breaks the silence “now tell me, what was the real reason you wanted to get me together with Steve?” I wipe at my mouth “I just thought you’d enjoy each others company” “so there’s nothing between the two of you?” I shake my head rapidly “no, definitely no” she chuckles at my reply “so there’s no one out there for you?” I meet her curious eyes knowing I should tell her half the truth “maybe I’m interested in someone” she gives me a exited smile “do tell, you barely ever like someone” it’s true since Tammy it’s always been Y/n. I try to change the topic “this pizza is really good” Y/n notices that I don’t feel like talking about it so she doesn’t push “yeah I picked it up after the date” “did you tell Steve you don’t see it going anywhere?” she nods “yeah but he took it well, we still had a great time though, he actually told me he had a crush on you” “yeah poor guy can’t catch a break” she chuckles at my words bringing the plates away. She turns to me with a big smile “movies?” I agree so we move to the living room. She sits down on the couch patting the spot next to her. I sit down suprised when she lays her head on my shoulder yawning “I’m so tired, if I fall asleep just wake me” I nod, my breath stuck in my throat.

****

Time has passed and I’ve noticed Y/n being really affectionate, which she always is, but tonight it’s different, and I can’t help but feel irritated. Y/n starts playing with my hands making me lose my mind “I need a second” I quickly say moving away from the couch fast leaving her alone and probably confused.

Stepping outside of the house I take a deep breath moving my hand threw my hair. She’s going to think I’m crazy. Not long after I hear her voice “Buckley where are you going?” “Nowhere” I shortly answer, she simply takes my hand “we’ll come back inside it’s cold and dark outside” I pull my hand away from hers to which a look of hurt washes over her face “what’s the matter Robin?” her usage of my first name makes it clear to me that she’s very worried now. Oh no. I cross my arms trying to defend my behaviour “nothing” she stand infront of me her arms losely crossed over her waist so I blurt out “you, you going on a date with Steve and then telling me about your crush on someone, yet then being all touchy feely with me” Y/n looks taken back by my words “You told me to go on that date, and what does my crush have to do with you?” I put my hands in my hair laughing at how ironic her question is “that’s exactly the point! It doesn’t have anything to do with me and that kills me, because I like you Y/n! I like you a lot” the last part I say quieter noticing that we’re still outside and anyone could hear us. Y/n looks frozen in her spot not saying anything. I move past her into the house my breathing heavy trying to find my things.

A hand turns me by my wirst and I’m looking right at Y/n. She questions with an unsure voice “did you mean that?” I swallow so hard it actually feels like there was a lump in my throat, slowly nodding my head never breaking eye contact I don’t move as she takes a step forward to me, the next thing I know I feel her soft hand against my cheek and her lips are pressed to mine. In this moment right now everything washed away, it’s like all the bad things from the passed weeks, even the knowlege of having to explain this to Steve is forgotten in this moment. All because of one simple kiss. All because maybe I’ve always been the girl for her.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #Robin Buckley #stranger things imagine

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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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hi!!! for the i love you prompts i was thinking about 83 for cashton 💙

Hello Maya! Thank you for the prompt.

Warning: this fic takes place after a car crash

Cashton: “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Calum isn't sleeping when the call comes in, but it's a near thing. The clock reads 1:37 when he glances at it before looking at the caller ID on his phone. It's an unfamiliar number, something in his area code but not in his contacts, and he lets it ring through. After a few moments of silence his phone rings again, the same number, and Calum figures that anyone calling twice isn't going to be a spam bot.

"Hullo?" he asks, clearing his throat so he doesn't sound as tired the next time he speaks.

"Calum?"

The voice makes his blood run cold, familiar even though he hasn't heard it say his name for months, sounding much too small and tired.

"Ashton?"

"Yeah, it's me," Ashton says. "Sorry for calling so late. I hope I didn't wake you."

"What's wrong?" he asks, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. If Ashton is calling him after radio silence for months sounding like that, there's no way this is a casual social call.

"I, um. I need someone to pick me up from the hospital. I'm sorry, you can call Luke or Michael if you want, but I-- my phone is smashed and your number is the only one I have memorized."

"Holy shit, Ashton," Calum says, heart leaping into his throat. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Ashton laughs helplessly, the kind of laugh he uses when he's dangerously close to a breakdown. Calum used to be fully fluent in every sound Ashton makes, able to read his mood from the cadence of his breathing. It seems like he still can, to some extent.

"I crashed my car. Phone is busted, but they're letting me go. Concussion and a broken arm."

It could be worse. It could be so much worse, but Calum doesn't feel comforted.

"Is everyone else okay?"

"Yeah. I was the only one in the car and I crashed it into a tree, so no one is hurt."

"No one except you."

Ashton hums.

Holy shit, Ashton crashed his car. Ashton, who is the safest driver Calum knows. Ashton, who Calum hasn't seen outside of passing moments with mutual friends in months and who still has his phone number memorized.

"Which hospital?" he asks.

"OSF. You don't have to, I--I should've called a cab. Sorry, I didn't think--"

"Stay there. I'm coming to get you."

Ashton sighs. Calum recognizes relief in it, but also defeat. He needs to see Ashton right now.

"Okay," Ashton says quietly. "Thanks. I'll be outside by the discharge parking."

"Okay. See you soon."

He doesn't speed, the knowledge that Ashton is fresh out of a car crash making him keep a careful eye on the speedometer, but it's a close thing. He doesn't like the idea of Ashton waiting alone in a hospital, no one else there to make sure he's okay or to keep him from getting too deep in his own head.

He probably should've called Michael or Luke. Ashton would surely be more comfortable with either of them right now, but Calum's number is the one he dialed. Calum's number is the only one he has memorized, even if they broke up months ago.

Ashton seems so small sitting on the bench with the entire hospital lit up and looming behind him. The florescent lights spilling from windows the sliding front door do nothing to penetrate the night, a floodlight instead beaming down on the bench like a spotlight, drawing Calum's eyes straight to Ashton. He's hunched, arm drawn to his middle, head bowed. When Calum pulls up to the curb Ashton doesn't look up until he rolls down his window and calls to him.

"Hey," he says. Ashton tries to give him a tired smile, but he doesn't quite manage it. He looks like he's about to cry, and it makes Calum want to cry, too.

He's supposed to be immune to Ashton by now, but it seems that a few months isn't long enough to get over him.

Ashton gets into the car silently, carefully buckling himself in around his busted arm. There's a piece of gauze taped to his forehead near his temple. His face looks gaunt, hair in need of a wash and clothes rumpled and torn from the crash. He's definitely looked better, but Calum drinks him in anyway. They haven't been alone together since they broke up. Calum doesn't remember the words that they screamed at each other, just that it had felt like something important inside him shattered when Ashton slammed the door on the way out.

Calum is the one who said they were finished. Ashton is the one who said he didn't love him, even though Calum knows that was a lie.

He doesn't need to ask how to get to Ashton's apartment from here. He starts driving and gives Ashton a minute to compose himself.

"Why are you doing this?" Ashton asks eventually. Calum glances over at him, but he's facing away, watching the city pass by outside his window.

There's a lot of things he could say here. I didn't like the though of you waiting here longer than necessary. I wasn't asleep anyway. You sounded like you need a friend and when I told you to get out of my life I never actually thought you would.

"Why do you still have my phone number memorized?"

Ashton stays silent. It's not like him; Calum was always the quieter of the two. Ashton likes filling dead air.

"Are you okay?"

Ashton snorts. He takes a shaky breath and Calum knows that he's crying now. He doesn't have any tissues in the car. He wants to reach out and comfort him, but he knows it wouldn't be welcomed. Ashton has pride, a lot of it. If he wasn't able to swallow it to salvage their relationship, he won't be able to swallow it a few months after the end.

"Sorry," Ashton says.

"Stop apologizing," Calum snaps, then winces. "You don't have to apologize."

"I thought you wanted me to work on that," Ashton says.

He had. Ashton was allergic to the word "sorry." It was one of the things that contributed to their last argument, but Calum doesn't like how easily the word has slipped off his tongue tonight.

"Well, it's weird. You don't have anything to apologize for tonight. Not to me, at least."

Ashton makes a wounded noise in the back of his throat. Calum clenches the steering wheel tighter to keep from reaching for him.

"It's been a bad fucking day," Ashton says. "Everything's gone to shit at once and I-- you're the only person I could call and I thought you were going to hang up once you knew it was me."

"I wouldn't do that to you," Calum says.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did."

Calum doesn't know what to say to that. They drive in silence for a few minutes, lights flickering by as the car winds through streets that Calum has been down hundreds of times before.

"You know I don't hate you, right?" he says quietly. "Not for how we ended. That was as much my fault as yours. For a few weeks, I kept going over it in my mind what I could've said differently to change that outcome."

"Calum--"

"We don't need to do this now, but I think we need to talk. I don't know if I can stop loving you until we do."

Ashton makes another wounded noise, one that Calum hasn't heard before. He winces.

"Sorry,' he says. "I shouldn't've said that right now. I know you have a lot on your mind."

"You think?" Ashton huffs. He's putting on a brave face again, trying to shift the conversation tone lighter. It's false, but Calum lets him. He knows that he needs to tonight.

He reaches for the radio and lets Ashton make halfhearted complaints about the songs or commercials until they pull up to his apartment complex. Calum turns down the radio and watches Ashton unbuckle himself.

"Do you need anyone to stay with you? Are you supposed to stay awake due to your concussion?"

"It's okay. Matt should be home."

Calum nods. Ashton reaches for his door handle, but hesitates. He drops his hand and turns back to Calum, facing him fully for the first time all night.

"I'll get a new phone within the week and text you. We can meet up and talk about... things. Us. Whatever we both need to."

"I look forward to it," Calum says. Ashton presses his lips together and Calum wonders if that was the right phrasing. It probably won't be a pleasant conversation, but Calum was telling the truth regardless. He's looking forward to it because now that he's seen Ashton, he can't wait to do it again. He's been in a desert without realizing it, and every glimpse of Ashton is a sip of water.

"Thank you for coming to get me," Ashton says quietly.

"You can call me any time," Calum says. Ashton closes his eyes briefly, then musters up a smile. It's fake, it's so fake, but it's the most real one he's given Calum all night.

"Have a good night, Cal. Get home safe."

Calum watches Ashton until he's through the door, then stays in the car for a few moments longer before he can bring himself to put the car in drive and pull away. He'll see Ashton again later, and he has to keep reminding himself that the entire way home.

#my writing #cashton #drabble #i feel pretty good about this one #feel like i'm getting back into the groove of things. like my recent self-deprication when it comes to writing is less justified #man i love cashton. i have been in a cashton mood want to write more of them

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obirains-archive · 3 years

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Plans Gone Awry

The Sun and the Moon and the Sea I.1

Summary: Captain Andrew Kaaza and Lt. Cassian Andor land on Veneskar with a set of false IDs and a plan to infiltrate its capitol, quick and simple. Or maybe not so simple.

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Hello again, everyone! I am ecstatic to finally start publishing the story that’s held my heart since January. I found it worked best featuring an OC but only 2-3 vague physical features are described, for those of you who don’t enjoy OC fics. I hope you like it! (and if so, reblogs are always appreciated 😊).

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preview // ch. 1 // ch. 2

It was dark inside the belly of the ship. Dark and cramped and humming with a hum that dulled the ear. The lusterless overhead bulbs were scattered so sparsely you could barely see your hand in front of your face, at least at first. Before you acclimated. Cassian checked his watch: in and out of sleep for one hundred and thirty-five hours now; Standard minutes. Their intel—his intel, actually—suggested a hundred and fifty hours from the pick-up, max. The gap was closing. Cassian glanced at his partner, two feet away and even more crumpled up with his longer legs. Kaaza's eyes were closed, his breathing even; his long, black ponytail peeked out from behind his neck. His hair was tangled.

At least they'd let Cassian keep his hair short this time. He'd grown it out once, back in the Corps on Fest, and hated every second of it. No, this was better.

He leaned his head against the clammy metal wall. A stray bolt dug right into his skull but he didn't move, not yet. For now he sat in decided discomfort and observed the belly of the ship through half-lidded eyes. At least fifty people were packed into the hold like sardines, like dimly luminescent krill that swirled, lifeless or almost lifeless, in the churning stomach of a whale. Hardly enough room to walk to the only fresher; even if you could walk, you had to stoop. The ceiling was less than two meters high. Lower in places where the metal had bowed. Cassian and Kaaza had made sure to sit far from those ominous dips, contorting themselves into the furthest corner like tookas nesting in a cargo crate.

Near his feet were two green-skinned twi'leks folded over each other like a clasp. One was snoring; after five days Cassian still couldn't tell which. Another pair, huddled but awake, discussed meals.

"If they count us a two-person household—"

"Won't have a house."

"—we might get two half-rations."

"Quarter-rations, probably."

Cassian didn't know how they measured half and whole rations here.

In the furthest corner a woman with a black veil bounced a boy on her knee. Thin, dark-haired, five or six years old. Maybe seven and a little too fussy for his age. Olive skin peeked through the burn holes in his shirt. Behind them both, a dark-haired man with dark, gaunt eyes—uncharitable eyes—surveying the hold just like Cassian was. And Cassian looked away before their eyes met. Three heartbeats passed.

"You should sleep while you can."

Cassian shook his head in disgust. "I've slept five days. That's enough."

"You should pretend, then." Kaaza's eyes were still closed but his voice suggested he'd been awake a long time. "Too many terns around."

"Shrieker, too."

"Shrieker?"

"Think so," Cassian nodded. "I'll—"

"He might end up on the other side of the planet." Kaaza rolled his shoulders once, twice. "But terns'll be everywhere. Focus on them for now. Go to sleep. If you can."

He said no more. Cassian's fingers flexed at his side. He pulled his duffle bag closer to his chest. "Yes, sir."

This wasn't a mission for two. He could have done it alone. He'd been alone on Ord Mantell and on Darkknell, too—each mission successful; each mission swarming with Imps. General Draven trusted him that far. You're a capable officer, Andor, he'd said before the pick-up. One of the most capable we have. But this isn't about capability; it's about resources.

The Rebellion couldn't afford another drop into this place, and Cassian agreed. His opinion, they'd already wasted too much time and effort, too many good agents' lives. But no one had asked for his opinion. All they'd asked was that their Plan B be stuck with Plan A all along.

But as for "Plan B," they hadn't assigned another lieutenant. They'd assigned a captain: Captain Andrew Kaaza, local legend after that business on Ilddam that cost him a chunk out of his leg. This wasn't lost on him.

He folded himself over his bag like the twi'leks nearby, his face resting against the dirty, discolored canvas. It stank with sweat and age but at least it was darker here, and cooler, and it muffled the droning of the hull. Snoring, sniffling, rushed whispers, and always that soul-crushing hum. He'd be working with all this soon; all of them. Hopefully not too long but it was impossible to tell with these things. But—they'd planned. They had their codes; they had their targets; they had their names...

Far off and dulled like velvet a child was crying. Its caretakers shushed, then cooed, then made nameless, placeless noises. The child laughed.

Cassian wondered if it was the same child he'd seen before. The black-haired boy from the corner. Probably not. There were plenty of children here. Too many. And that little boy was too old to be laughing like this: broken, hearty, hiccupy laughter that Cassian thought belonged to babies. Not that he had much experience.

but still, he thought. it'd be nice. for it to be the same. just so he could picture. it wasn't that big and they weren't that far. in the belly of the ship.

His eyes moved behind his lids; his fingers twitched as he slept. But any dreams he had were muted and strange and felt like he was swimming, slowly, in the ocean's deepest recesses. The hold's soft cacophony rolled like waves, like wind on the surface—water pressure, maybe. Wakefulness afterwards was never much different. Always the same.

Always, except for now. Now he was spiralling down, down, pulled down, pulled by—something, maybe up instead. A fisherman reeling him in, a hook embedded in his guts, heaving up, jerking right, jerking left, against the ground, against the wall and Cassian opened his eyes to the darkness of his duffle bag. Sweating, but not sure what he'd dreamt of. He never remembered, not this week, not on this journey to Veneskar. Draven called it the galaxy's custodial closet. And maybe it was—none of the agents they'd sent in had ever come back to deny it. For now all Cassian could do was believe as he hunkered down in this in-between place with these in-between people, emerging from the in-between of asleep and awake.

But the pulling didn't fade. They'd hit gravity, Cassian realized with a shock of heat and then a swiftly spreading chill. They were descending. He raised his head—pounding, aching—and saw Kaaza—wide-awake, wide-eyed—watching him.

"Sleep okay?"

"Fine." His neck ached, too. He shouldn't have slept bent over like that; he shouldn't have fled that protruding bolt. "We landing?"

"In a few minutes."

Cassian rolled his neck and flexed his fingers. How was Kaaza keeping so still? His legs were just as crumpled-up as before. Cassian checked his watch. That was almost four hours ago.

And it was more, much more than a few minutes before they touched the ground. All the while, Kaaza stayed still—even when another bout of turbulence sent the whole hold shouting and Cassian's head rocketing into the wall. Right against the bolt. There was a sickening lurch. Then it was still.

Everything was still, everything for a long time, and silent. The soul-crushing hum was silent; the passengers silent; the passengers petrified. The hold held its breath, ready to vomit them all out but not sure when. There were voices—officers, mostly. They all sounded the same in their stiff, Imperial poshness. You didn't distinguish them by tone nor volume nor cadence but by rank, by the haughtiness in their voice. Occasionally, the familiar staccato of a stormtrooper taking orders and then the rumbling, the hissing, the groaning of moving metal; more Imperial voices beyond.

And suddenly, light flooded in. No sight of the outside yet but soon the whiff of new air. Not fresh; new. The wave of warmth returned and with it the chill in his blood. Cassian shuddered.

They hadn't come for fresh air, he reminded himself sternly. The sooner they were back in a cavernous, foul-smelling ship, off-world-bound, the better.

Stormtroopers motioned people up. Single-file. Hurry up. More lines. . . You! Wait. . . But their impatience proved pointless against the passengers' stiff legs, scattered, threadbare bags, and unruly children. Everything was still, and then everything was slow. The veiled woman and her little boy were among the first to leave. The man with the gaunt eyes followed. He looked even thinner standing up, not much taller than Cassian was, and he gave one last sweep of his eyes around the ship. They all disappeared into the vague, gray light. Maybe Kaaza was right. Worry about the terns for now.

Now and again people stumbled on still-dormant feet: they paused for balance, raised a hand; a trooper jabbed them with his blaster. Now and again Cassian heard their shins hit the metal below. But he dared not watch too closely. For every trooper forcing passengers out there was another who surveyed the emptying hold with empty, impenetrable, helmeted eyes, blasters raised. And they got closer.

They ushered up the twi'leks, then the two half-ration men: each was wrapped in what had once been rich blue robes before whatever tragedy had dirtied and tattered them. Cassian didn't waste time wondering what it was. A trooper stalked towards them with heavy footfalls.

"Get up." He kicked Kaaza in the left shin; he clenched his fists but otherwise didn't wince. He only struggled to his feet, slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, and extended Cassian a hand with a smile that betrayed neither fear nor pain.

"Up you come, Skova," he said leisurely.

Cassian's head grazed the roof; Kaaza was bent over in front of him. The stormtrooper stooped, too—clunky and comical in all that armor. No one in their right mind would have laughed.

The light was growing bolder. It reflected brighter off the dull, smudged metal until the trooper stepped aside, Kaaza stepped onto the boarding ramp, and Cassian followed close behind—kriff, it was fucking bright. He hadn't realized just how dark it was, there in the belly of the ship. Now, with just a foot on the ramp, he flinched, blinked, squinted. Everyone and everything became formless reams of darkness.

A blaster barrel poked his chest.

"Stop! Open your hands."

Cassian complied with a pounding heart. He couldn't even fucking see.

"Move along."

He continued down the boarding ramp, still a little blind and heart still pumping double-time. Kaaza was waiting for him at the bottom.

"Keep your head on straight, Skova."

Damn him. Cassian kept quiet and observed the place like he'd come alone.

He noticed, firstly, that the light was dimming: back from the initial shock of white to a cool, ashy gray. Not just the light. Everything. Clouds that blanketed the whole sky with neither wrinkle nor blemish, long lines of refugees in worn-out clothes, stiffly uniformed officers, and finally a high wire fence and a charcoalish ridge in the distance. The weight of sameness weighed heavy on his chest, heavy on his lungs. His eyes strained for color; his ribs ached.

Secondly, he and Kaaza wouldn't be settling in any time soon.

Three tables on Cassian's right headed three lines at least twenty meters long, winding to and fro like sluggish serpents. More people than had been in the ship. Had other transports landed at the same time? Perhaps a little before. This was a mass arrival, then. Maybe that would be better for the mission. Already the officers' postures were slackening—by fractions of degrees, but slackening nonetheless. Yes, this would be better. They were directed into the right line.

Far, far ahead was the little family and the man still watching with the distrustful eyes. They were dismissed and stood off by the fence amidst the growing crowd of the approved. On the right, a gaggle of the rejected. Some paced back and forth; others sat on the ground, knees to their chests or heads resting on their arms, their bags, each other. What would he and Kaaza do, then, if they ended up with these?

They shouldn't, he told himself. They had their intel. They had their names. Why, then, was he already planning an escape with three back-ups? And why did he have to keep reminding himself he was beholden to the Captain's orders and not the other way around?

No, all they could do now was wait—and wait they did. Cassian's feet ached and then throbbed, sharp pains like spikes shooting through his boots but he didn't complain. He didn't shift his weight; he didn't shuffle his feet. This custodial closet of an Imp hideout and Senate scam wasn't getting anything from him. They throbbed for minutes and then tens of minutes, and then almost two hours before they were next in line. Not at the table yet but facing a metal plate in the ground flanked by two stormtroopers. Directly ahead was a droid scanner.

"Move alone. Stop there."

Kaaza was up first to stand on the metal plate. The droid faced him squarely.

"No weapons?" asked the trooper on their right. "No comms, transceivers, explosive material. . . ?"

He continued with his list of illicit items; Kaaza continued, "No, no, no. . ." The droid scanned him head to toe with a frail blue light. It sank, and sank, and sank—

—And the sensors went off.

"What's that?"

"Identified: unidentified metalloid."

The trooper shook his head with a sigh and nodded to his comrade. "Roll his pants up."

It turned out to be less of a roll and more of a yank. Kaaza stood still as ever.

"What is it?"

"Cybernetic implant." The second trooper pulled Kaaza's pant leg back down. "He's clear. Move along."

And Cassian took his place on the metal plate, will steeled for an uneventful crossing. He lingered a few feet behind; Kaaza waved him over without so much as a glance.

There, the officer—customs officer, then—scrolled up and down through his translucent holopad. Kaaza watched him with an amiable smile, sparing Cassian the burden of being pleasant, as the officer was transformed before their very eyes: from a tired young man with grayish skin and slightly slouching posture to an Imperial Lieutenant, a military man and the fingertip of the most powerful army in the galaxy. His back straightened. His eyes hardened. His slack lips drew tightly shut and taut over his thin mouth.

"Vaslin Kiyo?"

"Yes, sir."

"Assigned Sector Two?"

"Yes, sir."

The thin line drew tighter. "You've been scheduled for arrival with the Volunteer Shuttle, that is, Shuttle B-18, which is scheduled for arrival three days from now."

If Kaaza frowned, it was vague and brief; the smile won out in the end. "I understand, but my friend and I needed transport as soon as—"

"The instructions were quite clear," said the officer firmly. "Trooper! Escort them to the holding area. And don't worry." He smiled at them, a thin smile that meant no goodwill. "We'll get you both sorted."

And so there they were, in the "holding area" with the restless rejected—but not among them. Cassian and Kaaza both faced away from them and away from each other. Instead Cassian occupied himself with the prison block of a building ahead into which the customs officer had disappeared. Dark gray, plainly edifaced, and imposing. Behind it, maybe a mile, stood a cluster of tall, spindly spires. They glowed blue and white like living needles and almost pierced the force field overhead; he thought he saw faint shimmers at their highest points.

This was Kepnos, the capital, Veneskar's Imperial city and one of the Empire's Wilderned Wonders. That's how they advertised it, anyway. Now that Cassian was here, however, it didn't seem like that much of a wonder—at least, not so far as Imperial grandeur was concerned—and the landscape didn't seem like that much of a wilderness. It was just empty. A wasteland, an ashtray. And the shade of Kepnos did nothing to soften that prison-block building of harsh duracrete, nor the apparent hole in their intel. His intel, actually.

How could he have missed this?

No, he hadn't missed it. He'd gathered what he could; he'd gathered what they asked. He'd followed their orders and given his. Everything was ready. He'd done it right. And he was angry to have to amend his escape plans. Not that he had many options at the moment.

"Cheer up, Skova," Kaaza said out of the corner of his mouth. "I'm sure this is all some misunderstanding. Misunderstandings happen. But I will be sure to check with whoever mishandled it."

"Or," Cassian said heatedly, "there was no mishandling. There's too much for them to keep track of; they did the best with what they've been handed. It's never enough."

"Maybe not." He shrugged. "But since it's their job I'd like to—"

At that moment the duracrete opened its mouth, just enough to spit out their customs officer. His tightly drawn lips had curled down unpleasantly, sourly, like they'd been poisoned with a perpetual distaste for life. He approached them without a glance and stood at attention. No more slouching for him. Cassian himself corrected his posture, squaring his shoulders, raising his chin. Waiting. Silent.

Finally, more movement from his periphery.

The duracrete opened once more, not to spit but to reveal: a man taller than the officer, taller than Cassian, not gangly but graceful. Subtle grace, a freedom, an exclusive, elite leisure to his limbs. His dark hair was fashionably slicked down and his face was dreadfully pale. He wore no hat.

He ambled over to them with no particular speed and stopped with no particular suddenness, looking them over with mild, gray eyes. No creases in their corners. Cassian knew him before he even opened his mouth.

"Karlon Riceter, Imperial Commandant." He shook their hands. "You seem to have upset Lieutenant Ikov's delicate constitution. To what end, gentlemen?"

Kaaza volunteered. "I apologize, sir. My friend and I boarded the wrong transport."

"Is that so?" Riceter shot the lieutenant a look. Languid but withering.

"The next work shuttle doesn't arrive for three days," Ikov supplied.

"So, so..." Riceter looked back to Cassian and Kaaza in turn. "Well, Mr. ...?"

"Kiyo, sir."

"Well, Mr. Kiyo, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation. Did you not receive your boarding numbers?"

"We did, and our IDs. But we had to leave as quickly as we could and that meant the refuge shuttle. Circumstances, you know. I thought for sure we'd contacted someone properly."

Cassian stared at the ground, blood boiling. Kaaza knew damn well Cassian's Sector Two contact had been MIA for months now. Damn well.

Riceter smiled. "Circumstances?"

"Flooding, sir. It was too dangerous to stay."

"But surely," his smile widened, "if you're willing enough to volunteer here, in this pit, you'd have no qualms staying to help your own people."

"You know Eleos, sir." Kaaza's face screwed up in disgust. "Empire hasn't stabilized it yet. No law and order. Skova and I are happy to help as long as we have clear direction. And a civilized environment."

There was a moment of silence just a little too long.

"You see, Lieutenant?" Riceter had a handsome face, Cassian supposed, but somehow smiling didn't become him. "Nothing to worry about."

"Yes, Commandant."

"And, Lieutenant?"

"Commandant."

"Alert Ordo and guide Mr. Kiyo to his station. Immediately."

"Yes, Commandant."

Kaaza slung his bag over his shoulder again; Ikov moved to lead him away. Immediately. Cassian began to follow.

But there was a hand digging into his shoulder—long fingers, biting pressure.

"And where are you going, little friend?"

Cassian bit back the blood threatening to boil over.

"Kiyo and I were assigned together. Sector Two, supply distribution."

"And your identification?"

Cassian handed him the disk from his breast pocket. Riceter unlocked it, held it in the palm of his hand, expanded the faint blue image—leaving Cassian face to face with his own alias.

Amrodoro Skova, the real one, or what was real before Rebel technicians had gotten their hands on this disk. They'd darkened the eyes, narrowed the jaw, even added a shadow of facial hair, but there was only so much they could do without compromising its authenticity. For five whole heartbeats they stood there, silent, gazing at the effigy.

Might Riceter have seen Skova already? The dreadful thought crossed his mind like a shock of ice water. Maybe he had. Maybe he knew what Skova looked like. Or maybe the real Skova was injured or dead in the floods. Perhaps it'd been reported. Perhaps—

"I'm afraid there's been a mistake."

The air was sucked from Cassian's lungs.

"You've been reassigned, Mr. Skova." Riceter locked the disk again; the image disappeared.

"Reassigned?"

"Hm, yes..." he said leisurely. "Sector One. You've been approved and appointed Second."

"This is the first I'm hearing about it," Cassian challenged, trying his best to keep polite. Riceter seemed unfazed.

"Well, of course, but if you and Mr. Kiyo had just waited on Eleos two days more you would have been properly updated."

"Well," he nodded. He had no idea what the hell he was talking about. "Well, that... is a great honor."

"Indeed," Riceter smiled. "We believe you'll be very useful. Sector One has lacked a Second for far too long; I can think of no one better to fill its shoes."

Cassian nodded a little too awkwardly. If Riceter noticed, he didn't comment on it—but his eyes flickered to Cassian's right hand and his fingers twitching against his thigh. Cassian stopped. Immediately.

"You know where Sector One is?"

"Uh—no—"

"Sector One," Riceter turned him by the shoulder with that same biting force, "is all of what you see here and up to that ridge. The closest and oldest part of the Center. I hope you appreciate its history. Troopers!"

The two wandering nearby stood at attention. They were both, incidentally, much bigger and much taller than Cassian. And much better armed.

"Lead Mr. Skova to the Mirian house."

"Yes, sir."

"And I recommend, Skova," Riceter continued, "that you befriend your Point. I believe you'll find much to learn."

Cassian didn't know what to make of that, much less how to respond. But he was spared the difficulty—just enough time for a vague nod before a blaster jabbed him right between his shoulder blades.

He forced his knees to move and his feet to march. The gates slid open with a mighty creak. Flanked by stormtroopers, Cassian stumbled forward into the sprawling, ashy, bone-chilling Refuge Center. Alone.

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Please Don’t Go

Part 1

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader

Just when you felt like you were on top of the world, you slowly started to feel yourself sinking towards the ground. Your knees gave out beneath you seconds after Hope and MG left the basement. Thankfully Lizzie was there to slow your fall and she guided you back to your original sitting spot from earlier.

With the infection worsening, you thought to yourself that you’d give anything to have Hope back here by your side. That way your mind wouldn’t be completely focused on the pain.

The poison from the bullet began to travel all over your back, across your arms, around your neck, and it was quickly starting to blur your vision as well. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you probably looked as grey and sickly as Josie did.

From your spot against the wall, you could see that the witches must’ve gotten their powers back given that Lizzie could siphon now. You watched her desperately try to pull the magic out of the bullets that were poisoning you and her sister, but there wasn’t any progress made. Josie still looked like death and you were catching up.

Nothing they were saying could reach you from across the cell. Just like your vision, your hearing was feeling fuzzy, making anything the twins were saying to each other sound like a muffled mess of words.

A little later on, you saw the two of them stand and leave the cell for a few minutes. You figured it was because they wanted to help the school.

As much as you wanted to join them, you couldn’t move any of your limbs without them feeling like they were on fire and your head was pounding, making it more difficult to even focus on trying to move.

Now it was getting harder to catch your breath. You were struggling to keep your eyelids open because it felt like they were being weighed down by a ton of bricks. 95% of the saliva in your mouth had dried up, making your lips more chapped than you were used to and your throat drier than the Sahara Desert, and you were sweating worse than you do on full moons.

The bullets couldn’t be siphoned out of you, the poison couldn’t be removed, and you were quickly coming to the realization that neither you or Josie had any chances of surviving through the night.

“I’m sorry, Hope,” you manage to sputter out, “I don’t think I can win this one.” You squeeze your hand into a fist, wishing that Hope’s was there to squeeze it back and give you her assurance that you were going to be okay.

“Now I know that the Y/n L/n isn’t giving up just like that.” A familiar voice echoes through your head.

You didn’t have to think twice to know that it was Hope’s voice you were hearing. Even though your perception of time has been feeling off, you knew that there was no way she was back at the school already.

You open your eyes just to be sure, but to your surprise a blurry figure of what looked to be Hope was sitting right by your side just as she was before leaving to save Landon.

“Well, I doubt hearing voices and seeing people who aren’t really here is a good sign for me.”

“Says who?” She shrugs at you exactly as you would to her.

“Says every movie where a person is on the brink of death. They always see delusions before they...” you didn’t want to say it, “you know.”

“So you’re finally admitting that you’re delusional? It’s about time.”

You let out a weak chuckle, “They’re usually just figures of their subconscious as well, so the unusual sense of humor makes sense.”

She scoffs, “See, now that’s just rude. How do you know your sense of humor didn’t just rub off on me, huh?”

“No offense, but Hope wouldn’t normally be so comedic before my time of death.”

“So you’d prefer me to be a little more emotional then?”

You shake your head, “No, this Hope is fine actually. It’s comforting considering you’re just a figment of my imagination.”

She gives you a soft smile and though you know she isn’t really here, it sets your mind at ease, “Good because I wasn’t going to be able to burst into tears anyways.”

You smile back and avert your gaze to the stone floor, seeing her hand placed so close to yours. You were wanting more than anything to reach over and really feel her here with you.

“I’m tired, Hope,” you say softly, feeling your eyes burn the longer you kept them open.

“Just fight for a little while longer,” she moves her face to where it’s inches away from yours, “You know I’ll be back any minute.”

You scan the blurred features on her face, taking them all in like it would be the last time you’d ever get to see them, “I’ll just close my eyes for a little while. Wake me up when you get here.”

“Y/n...” you could hear her voice drifting away as you began to nod off.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Kaleb and MG came running back down to help you up. It felt like you had dozed off for five minutes, but who knows how long you were really knocked out for. You were surprised to open your eyes and find that you were still breathing.

“Come on, we need to move you to your room.” MG took you by one arm while Kaleb grabbed another.

“Where’s Hope?” You muttered weakly, letting your head roll forward since it felt like a bowling ball to keep up, “Is everyone okay?”

“She’s not back yet, but the school is safe now. We also have something that will make you feel better. Just a little farther.”

The boys carefully and urgently used their vampire speed to guide you into your dorm before setting you down on your bed. When the air conditioner began hitting you directly, you felt even colder than you did in the basement where there was little to no AC. Chills ran throughout your whole body and you tried your best to keep yourself from shivering, but failed to do so.

“Here, Y/n. Drink this. Slowly.” MG uncaps a vial of blood and before you could question it, you felt the metallic liquid coax the inside of your mouth. You let small drops of it fall down your throat so that you wouldn’t choke and within seconds you felt yourself start to feel better.

“Why did I just drink blood?” You ask, feeling your energy slowly begin to return, “And whose was it?” You knew that vampire blood could heal those who are injured, but from what the Triad agents said, the bullet would tear you up from the inside out. Nothing should’ve healed you or Josie.

“It’s Hope’s. She told Dr. Saltzman that it would help heal you and Jo,” MG explains, “He gave her a vial not too long ago and she’s almost fully healed already.”

Though you still had many questions as to how that was possible, your only concern now was Hope coming back home.

You wished that you had the strength to go with her when she left, but doubted that she would’ve let you because of A; the unstable condition you were in, and B; there was no way she was going to let you get hurt again by taking you to the Malivore pit.

After another thirty minutes passed you were back to your normal and healthy self. Then later that evening, Dr. Saltzman called a meeting and confessed that the artifact that drained the witches’ powers was brought in by him.

The parents were the only other people who were made aware of it. That was how MG’s mom knew about it and used it against the students. He explained that it was only supposed to be used if things at the school were bad, but instead it put all the students in danger and nearly killed two of you.

The honor council would now be deciding what your headmaster’s fate was going to be and if you were honest, you hoped they weren’t going to let him stay. Yeah, Josie represents the witches and that’s her father, but what happened was caused by him and you believed that deserved some sort of consequence.

You weren’t in the honor council and there wasn’t much to do at the school except wait for Hope to get back to cast her vote. You imagined that she got to the Malivore pit a little while after the school assembly and that she just finished kicking whatever monster’s ass that was in her way and destroyed the pit for good.

Her and Landon would be driving back to Mystic Falls any minute now and you could see her beautiful tribrid face again. You couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees that you’re okay or for the tight and possibly bone crushing hug that would follow.

A smile crept across your face at the thought of your first kiss and the fact that you’d be alive to do it again. Out of all the crazy beautiful and handsome students at this school, the tribrid liked you. Something about that felt so unbelievably bizarre but also super incredible.

As you lay with your back against your bed, thinking about how chaotic this day has been, you were about to realize that things were going to get even worse.

Your phone began to ring on the nightstand, causing you to sit up and crawl over to see that the caller ID was Hope’s.

She must be calling to let me know they’re on their way back, you thought.

“Let me guess, you had to fight off a horde of gremlins, you ‘incendiad’ the hell out of them and saved the day once again.” You smile confidently as you answer the phone.

“Not exactly,” Hope laughs nervously and you could hear a hint of pain in her voice, “I take it by your upbeat wittiness that you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, your blood worked absolute wonders, Mikaelson. How did you know it would heal us?”

“I didn’t realize it at first, but I was shot by one of the Malivore bullets, too. Only, I healed when you two didn’t.”

Your smile begins to fade, “How is that possible?”

“Because Malivore was created by the blood of a werewolf, a witch, and a vampire. Which means one more thing… and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

The other end of the call was silent, but you could hear Hope’s breathing begin to shake. “Hope, is everything okay?” You felt your heart slowly making its way up your throat.

“Y/n, Clarke found the final artifact and threw it into the pit. Malivore is going to rise at any minute unless I stop him.”

“And how do you plan on doing that, Hope? Where’s Landon? Is he there to help you?” You stood up, preparing yourself to ask MG to run you all the way to Fort Valley right now.

“I kind of snapped his neck, but he’ll be back. I couldn’t let him stop me from doing what I’m about to do.” You slowly felt yourself begin to panic.

“What are you about to do?” Her silence was the only answer you needed.

If Malivore was created by a witch, a vampire, and a werewolf, that could only mean one thing.

You let out a shaky sigh, “Hope, you’re not jumping into that pit.”

“Don’t you get it, Y/n? This is what I was meant to do. This is the whole reason why I was born, why my father sacrificed himself for me. I’m not some cosmic mistake without a purpose. I know that now and I know what I have to do.” Your throat knotted up tightly and an ugly feeling filled your stomach.

“No, Hope. Your father sacrificed himself so that he could live your life, so that you could be happy, not for you to jump into a mudpit where your family and friends will forget who you are forever.” You wished that she wasn’t so damn far away. You wanted to go help her, but you felt so useless.

“I have to do this. We don’t have time to come up with another solution.”

“Just come back!” you say desperately, “We’ll rally up the students, we can help fight Malivore or something. We can think of something, anything, just please don’t leave.”

You hardly ever begged for anything in your life, but you did not want to lose Hope.

“You… you said you’d be back, Hope. So just please, please come back.” Your voice softened as your throat tightened even more and tears built up in your eyes.

“In a few minutes you won’t even remember who I am.” That’s what broke you.

You didn’t want to forget Hope. You didn’t want to forget the sound of her laugh after one of your jokes, or her victorious smile after beating you in a spar session, or the way her eyes rolled when you’d say something sarcastic, or the proud look on her face after finishing another amazing painting.

“I already told Dr. Saltzman to get rid of all of my things. I’m sorry, Y/n,” you could tell that Hope was holding herself back from crying by the wavering tone in her voice, “I wish things were different and that we had more time. I have to go.”

“Hope,” you try calling out to her, but you were only met with a dial tone. You throw your phone onto your bed, frustrated and broken-hearted.

In mere moments from now, you would have no memories of the tribrid you had fallen in love with. She would cease to exist in your mind and there was nothing you could do to stop it... or was there?

sorry this took me longer to post than i expected to... i’ve been caught up with school and kept forgetting to add part 2, but thank you all for the love on part 1 and i’ll see ya again for part 3! <3

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