#also that would remove a lot of pressure from his chat being annoying

[wewinbees]

i think techno should play in MCC but not stream it. i think that’d be pretty funny

or alternatively he streams himself playing the practice server while the main event is going on

#it’s not a requirement grian didn’t stream in 6 #also that would remove a lot of pressure from his chat being annoying #and he can still play #mcyt #technoblade

[anonymousfiction211]

You’re mine

Summary: You and Loki are in a relationship. Loki is quite jelous of Steve. When Steve helps you on a mission, Loki decides you need to be reminded to who you belong.

Word count: 1.979 words

Warnings: Dubious consent

A/N: A little bit shorter than usual. Didn’t have a lot of time this week. Hope you’ll still enjoy it :)

The explosion was unexpected. Rubble was starting to come down, the building next to you was hit. Looking up, you saw the rubble coming at down at high-speed. You were going to get hit. Your movement froze and the only thing you did was staring at the rocks, getting bigger, getting closer. Suddenly a large figure grabbed your waist and pushed you down. It took you a moment to realize it was Steve. He was holding you tightly, his shield protecting the both of you against the falling rocks. He got up and helped you to your feet. “Try to stay sharp! We’re almost done.” he said to you before he ran off.

You looked around for any civilians. There were non left behind. The only person you saw was Loki. He was staring at you from the other side of the street. He looked mad. You started to walk towards him, but he disappeared. You shrugged it off. After a last check to be sure that there weren’t any civilians left, you walked towards the rest of the group. Steve, Thor and Tony were standing in the middle of the road. Building rocks were scattered all around this part of the city, cars were smashed and you could see bullet holes in the structures. Walking towards the group you asked if there was anything you could do. They dismissed you and you walked back to the chopper.

Loki was already there, sitting in one of the seats. When you walked inside the chopper he immediately got up. “Are you hurt?” he asked you. He had a worried look on his face. “I’m fine” you said, “Just some scrapes and bruises, nothing to worry about. You?” He looked you up and down, but didn’t answer your question. His facial expression changed from worried to angry. Here we go.. you thought. “How can you be so stupid? You could have DIED!” he started to yell. “I don’t know what happened, I realized too late what was happening. But I’m fine! Steve was there, everything turned out okay.” you told him in a calm voice, hoping he would also calm down. It didn’t work.

Loki glared at you. “Sure, the super-hero soldier to the rescue. How lucky indeed.” he spat. It wasn’t a secret that Loki was possessive of things, he thought belonged to him. You were one of those things. Since Steve was everything Loki wasn’t, your typical good-guy who always does the right things, Loki was scared of losing you to him. Steve was a bit flirty toward you, which didn’t help at all. Before the fight could escalate further, Steve and Tony walked inside. Loki rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. You took the seat next to him. “Thor is flying himself back. Oh and (y/n) next time you need a hug, you can just ask. No need to put yourself in danger.” Steve said to you. He winked at you and walked with Tony toward the pilot seats. You could feel the anger radiation off of Loki. “You are not going on any more missions with HIM” Loki hissed at you. “Loki, I’m not interested in him. You are being unreasonable, besides we have no say in which mission we go on.” you whispered back.

“I think you forgot who you belong to” he growled back. “Buckle up guys, the weather will be bad. This will be a bumpy ride home. We should be there in half an hour.” Tony told everybody. He and Steve were chatting, but you were too far away to hear what they were saying. Thankfully, because that meant that they couldn’t hear you and Loki either. Loki grabbed you and pulled you on his lap. “Well..” he growled. He really is in a mood you thought. “Loki, can we not do this here? We’ll talk when we get home, okay?” you told him. He gave you a glare, but didn’t reply. The chopper took off and you hold on to Loki, so you wouldn’t fall of. When the chopper was steady again you got off his lap, intending on taking the seat next to him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you back in “You’re not going anywhere” he told you.

You wanted to respond, but suddenly you felt his lips on your neck. You held back a gasp. You tried to wiggle free, but Loki was much stronger than you. He put a hand on your thigh and started to stroke on the inside. You knew where this was going. “Loki, NOT HERE” you hissed at him. He chuckled against you neck “I do what I want.” He kissed his way upwards and nibbled on your earlobe. You felt yourself become aroused, but couldn’t relax because you were fully aware of Steve and Tony in the pilot seats. You tried to push Loki’s hand from you thigh. He grabbed your wrist “Here is what is going to happen. I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. And you are going to let me” he whispered in a husky voice. The sound of his voice was erotic and you shivered at the thought of Loki taking you right here, right now.

His hand travelled towards your pants and he undid the button and zipper. Not knowing how to react you sat very still on his lap. He slid his hand in your pants, exploring the fabric of your underwear. You tried to move away, but he pulled you further into his lap. Your back was now towards him. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand and pulled you flushed against him. His other hand was lightly stroking your clit through your fabric. You felt your panties become wetter. Loki was kissing and biting your neck. “Good girl” he purred. Your whole body shivered at his words. He was teasing you, licking your earlobe and lightly stroking you. Occasionally he put his fingers underneath the band of your underwear. When he heard your breath hitch he removed it and went back to stroking your clit through the fabric.

“You two still okay back there?” Steve asked you. You panicked and prayed he didn’t turn around. “Yeah, fine” you said, your voice more squeaky than before. That was Loki’s cue to slide your underwear away and put his finger inside of you. “Okay, were about half way.” Steve said. “We are not done for a very long time” Loki purred in your ear. He pushed another finger inside of you. You couldn’t help but starting to move your hips up and down. “That’s right. Fuck yourself with my fingers” he whispered to you. His commanding voice aroused you even more. You didn’t care anymore if anyone turned around, right now you needed to come. You needed to come badly. You rocked your hips faster, hearing the wet sounds of his fingers inside of you. You started to pant heavily. “You sure you’re doing fine kiddo?” Tony asked you. You started to panic, but didn’t stop riding Loki’s fingers. “She’s fine” Loki said back, his voice leaving no room to argue. You were about to come, when Loki pulled away his fingers. You whimpered at the empty feeling inside of you. “You come, when I tell you to come” he hissed at you. “Shall we see if we can make them turn around?” he purred. Your whole body tensed up. A green shimmer covered you and suddenly your clothes were gone. You wanted to gasp but Loki covered your mouth with his hand. “Now try to remain silent, because I’m not stopping for anyone” he whispered in your ear. He had freed his hardened cock and you could feel it nudge at your entrance. You felt helpless and noticed that you liked that feeling.

He slowly slid inside of you. The feeling was incredible and you fought to hold back your moaning. Loki started to roll his hips, hitting your G-spot. He slowly repeated the action, getting you worked up. It wasn’t fast enough to make you come, but it kept you right on the edge. Wanting more friction you started to move your hips with him. He grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him. His teeth were in your neck, biting hard. You flexed every muscle to keep yourself from making any sound. Loki started to lick your neck and chuckle. “If he saw you now, he surely knows who you belong to.” He put his hand on your clit, starting to make circles. At that time the plane was shaking. “Hold on some turbulence” Steve said. Loki snaked his other hand around you and pinched your hardened nipple. “Come now” he growled putting more pressure on your clit. He rolled his hips in a faster pace and you came undone in five seconds. The turbulence was loud and hid your moaning. You felt Loki pumping in and out of you harder. He grabbed your hips and moved you in a faster pace. Because of the sensitivity you were trying to get away, but he wouldn’t let you. The sound the turbulent plain was making drowned out your moaning and sobbing. You heard a growl behind you and felt Loki’s seed spill inside of you. He pumped a few more times, before he slid out of you.

“We’re going to land” you heard Tony say. Loki flicked his hands and a new set of clothes appeared on you. The jeans were the same, but your blue t-shirt was now a dark green one. He turned you a quarter, so you were still sitting in his lap but were able to see him. You try to stand up “Where you going?” he said, holding you firm on his lap. “To the bathroom, to clean myself up” you whispered. “No, you’re not. You need to be reminded that you’re mine” he growled. “Every time HE flirts with you, I’m going to fuck you senseless. I don’t care where we are. You’re mine. So unless you want everyone to see, I suggest you avoid him” he hissed. Before you could answer he grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. You knew you shouldn’t like this side of him, but you kind of did. The plain was now on the ground and the doors opened. You heard Steve and Robert get up from their chairs.

“Jesus, get a room” Tony laughed. Loki broke the kiss and you quickly stood up. Steve looked puzzled at you. “What’s wrong” Loki asked him with an innocent voice. “N- nothing, have you changed shirts?” Steve asked you. You felt yourself blush and look to the ground. Loki put an arm around your waist “I changed it for her, green does look so much better on her. Don’t you think?”  he said to  Steve. His voice didn’t sound annoyed, but the hateful undertone was clearly there. Steve motioned at his own outfit “I prefer blue, as you can see” he said in a monotone voice. Loki pulled you closer against him and kissed your temple. He glared at Steve. Luckily, Robert spoke up. “Well, I could eat. Let’s go!” he said. He walked outside towards the tower. Steve turned towards you “You really should consider changing your shirt back to blue” he said smirking at you. He then quickly followed Tony to the exit. You looked at Loki, who couldn’t possible look any angrier. You pulled him in for a kiss, hoping it would calm him. When you broke the kiss his expression was softer. Then an wicked smirk appeared on his face “I think you’re in for quite a exhausting evening” he said while his hand travelled towards your clit. Your breath hitched. He then kissed you and took your hand. You followed him towards the exit. You secretly were excited for dinner.  

#Loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #Smut #loki smut #shameless smut #dubious consent #lokixyou #loki x reader #loki x original female character

[randomly-a-fan]

Malon's First Time At The Hospital Pt. 3

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

At the hospital in Haddonfield, Malon was having her light breakfast before she has her temperature and blood pressure checked. Jason was looking out the window far out from the horizon, thinking about his home; he senses that something is wrong. He wanted to go out there and check, but he has no way to get there, and he didn’t want to leave Malon behind while she’s still recovering.

Malon’s coughs were getting less painful, so the medicine that the doctors gave her are working great. Just then, MJ came in with a ‘Get Well Soon’ balloon. “Hi, sweetie... How are you feeling?” MJ asked in a gentle tone while approaching her. “Hi mom... I’m starting to get less coughs, and my chest is starting to hurt less,” Malon answered. “But I still have to stay in the hospital for another night.” Malon said sadly. “I know you missed being home, but you’ll be going home soon; the doctor told me that you’re making a speedy recovery, and that we might go home tomorrow night if you get your appetite back.” MJ explained. Malon smiled to hear the good news.

*** 

Back at Camp Crystal Lake, Aquarius took her kids to check the Voorhees’ cabin, to see if there are any plants that needed to be watered. But as Aquarius entered in, she was shocked to see the blood on the walls and the couch. “What the Hel-- hel... hel--li--coptors...” Aquarius didn’t want to cuss in front of her kids, even though Archie has heard worse cusses than Hell, but she didn’t want Kandy to know the word since she’s only a baby. “Archie... Take your sister home... There’s something I got to do.” Aquarius ordered. Archie was shocked by his mom’s reaction, however, he was more surprised by the mess and how loud the music was. “Come on, Kandy, lets go home to daddy.” Archie said to his baby sister.

After Archie took Kandy home, Aquarius decided to clean the place up while observing the cause for this disruption. She was going to clean the couch until her cellphone rang. 

“Hello?” Aquarius answered.

It was MJ that was on the phone from the hospital. “Hi Star, I’m just calling to ask you a favor, would you or Pennywise mind checking on Camp Crystal Lake, Jason was having the senses that something is wrong.” MJ explained.

Aquarius didn’t want MJ or Jason to know about the mess in the cabin, since she knew it might infuriate the family, especially Jason. “Of course I will, well heck, I’ll even clean up the place if you liked me to.” Aquarius offered.

While being unaware, Michael approaches the cabin and saw what he thought to be a ‘trespasser’, so he took out his knife and approach to her slowly with his knife raised. Aquarius senses someone’s presence so she had to cut the conversation short. “I love chatting with you, but I must go now, bye.” Aquarius hung up the phone and quickly did the spin attack on her still-on roller-skates; she may have dodged the knife, but the ‘stalker’ did not get knocked out. So she pounced on him. Michael tried to choke Aquarius to death, but she was quick thinking and grabbed a knife that he dropped and stabbed his arm. However, Michael was not affected by the knife stab; which worried her since she’s in a deadly position. 

Aquarius tried to remove his hand, but his grip is too strong. As she was slowly perishing, his grip loosened as he was being grabbed. Pennywise came at a nick of time; the truth is that Jason called Pennywise’s place earlier back at the hospital and answered it. MJ called from Aquarius’s cell, so it was strangely ironic. Pennywise lifted Michael in the air with a mad glare. “No one strangles my wife... except me!” Pennywise scolded. Michael did not show any reaction as usual, but whatever Michael is saying in his mind made Pennywise put him down. “You’re an acquaintance of Jason Voorhees?” Pennywise asked while still holding him by the shoulder. Aquarius finished coughing out blood before she spoke up severely. “Ask him why he trashed the place! There better be a promising explanation for his behavior, or else I’ll eat off his face...” Aquarius threatened. “You’re going to want to answer that question, because she’s a sin-muncher, and I’m sensing that you’re responsible for a full amount of sins.” Pennywise said. Michael was surprised that he can read his mind, so if he can read his mind, he can explain his reasons for this mess.

***

At the hospital, Malon was eating her lunch, a lot more than usual; which is a good sign that she’s hungry because it means that she’s starting to get better. “My goodness, Malon, you ate up all of your food like a vacuum.” MJ joked. “Well I was hungry... I’m starting to feel a little bit better each time.” Malon explained. Just then, nurse Linda came in. “Hello Malon, I just thought I come up to see how you are doing; I see you’ve eaten all of your lunch.” Linda assumes. Malon nodded with a smile. “Since you’re getting better, I thought I take you over to the play area; we have a special guest coming today.” Linda explained. “Can I mom?” Malon asked her mom. “Of course you can, and I’m sure daddy will let you as well.” MJ said while smiling at her husband. Jason nodded as he accepts the idea of Malon playing with the other kids, so she wouldn’t have to be cooped up on her bed.

Back at Camp Crystal Lake, Aquarius frustratedly scrubbed the floors while Michael watches. “Michael, will you please stop staring at me? it’s annoying because I can sense you!” Aquarius said in a grumble. “Don’t be a corpse in the weeds Pretty-Blue, at least what Michael told me about him getting rid of the trespassers that broke-in was pretty noble.” Pennywise said. “You know what, that’s great, maybe we can give him a treat; or even better, let’s keep him; Archie has been asking for a pet this morning, Michael would be perfect, we just have to take him to the vet and have him neutered!” Aquarius said in a sarcastic and sassy tone. Pennywise just chuckles and crawled towards her to comfort her. “Don’t be so dramatic, I know what’s best for everyone; no subconscious mind tells a lie.” Pennywise reassures before he kissed Aquarius passionately. 

Without realizing, they noticed Michael actually wiping the couch, almost as if there’s something within him that is so toxic and disgusting to his character. “Let’s keep cleaning the place up for the Voorhees, then we shall do something together as a family with our kids.” Pennywise suggested. Aquarius nodded and agreed, even though Pennywise is not the kind of being that likes to do chores, but he does get a lot of TLC afterwards.

***

When Malon was being taken to the Play Area, Jason wrote a note to MJ about what he wanted to do. “I’m thinking of going back home to check on the place, is that alright with you?” Jason wrote. MJ frowned, she thought that her calling Aquarius would calm Jason’s nerves, she even heard from Malon that her dad also called the Gray’s place. However, she can’t really tell him what he can or can not do, but she did gave him a reasonable response. “I can’t really stop you, since it’s my turn to spend the night with Malon anyway, but you should ask Malon and see what she thinks.” MJ suggested. Jason nodded and decided to take her advice.

Jason walked over to the play area to see Malon with the question that he have wrote for her. He was watching Malon drawing and coloring, he tried to get her attention until he saw what she was drawing. “What’s that you coloring?” The little sick girl asked. “That’s me and daddy; he was always there for me whenever I needed him...” Then Malon noticed her daddy and waved at him happily. Jason waved back at his daughter with a tearful smile; he looked at the note and then back at Malon, he decided to not worry about his cabin, his family comes first, especially Malon’s, so he tared up the paper and threw it into the recycling bin. Jason was going to go back to her room, until he spotted a Shetland Pony heading towards the play area, he assumes that the pony was the ‘special guest’ that Linda was talking about.

Malon and the rest of the young patients went out to meet the little pony, Malon has never seen a little pony so tiny that Malon teared up over cuteness. She was going to pet it until the man grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. “Don’t touch him, the sign said to not touch.” The man said, he didn’t mean any harm, but Malon is still tearing up, so she decided to go back to her room. Only to realize that she doesn’t remember where she came from or how to get back to her room; the nurse was preoccupied that she wasn’t paying attention to Malon.

Luckily, her dad was close by, so he caught up to her and gently lay a hand on her. Malon turned around and hugged her daddy while tearing up. “I want to go back to my room!” Malon mumbled into his shirt. Jason rubbed her back to comfort her, he saw the whole situation with the man and his Shetland Pony; if he weren’t in a public place, he’d kill him in a instant for making his daughter cry, but he has to hold himself back and not make a scene. Eventually, Jason guided her to her room and put her up to her bed. “You’re back quickly, everything okay?” MJ asked. Malon shook her head and decided to sleep it through from her depression. Jason wrote a note to his wife and explained to her about what happened. “Aww... That’s not fair... Service animals were supposed to be used for little kids to cuddle, like dogs and puppies... Did she cry?” MJ asked. Jason nodded sadly as he almost cried himself. 

MJ got up and walked towards Malon and gave her a lingering kiss by the cheek, which gave Malon a half smile with a dimple; just like when she was a baby. Even though Jason is sad over Malon’s disappointing opportunity, he’s glad he didn’t decide on leaving for home, or else Malon would have gotten herself lost from wandering through the hospital. He’s grateful for listening to his own family instincts and not think too much about his home.

To Be Continued

#IT #IT Chapter 2 #fandom #Fanfiction #Pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #Aquarius #Aquarius the Singing Clown #Archie #Kandy #Halloween #Michael Myers #Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #MJ #Malon

[houseof-harry]

So can we get an entanglement blurb? 😂😂😂 (No seriously can we?) Imagine saying you are having/had an an entanglement with someone to your friend and you say it in front of hatefuck!Grayson?? Like... Imagine how mad he would get? How petty he would be? Oof I can imagine him trying to make you jealous and him hatefucking YN. Oooh im getting ahead of myself 🔥🔥🔥🔥😈

Ngl it’s hard for me to write this without revealing stuff from part 2 so I’m gonna do my best (also this will probs be a bit of a preview for part 2 I might just put it in who knows I need to plan better but I won’t ANYWAYS).

It’s like two weeks after your little getaway and everyone’s hanging at your friends pool. You’re chatting with everyone about your weekends, what happened, who went where, who did what. Or who did who, in your case.

You were telling them about the guy you had met at the bar, with the big muscles, the tan skin, the tattoos, the beard. To be honest, when Grayson heard you talking about him for a moment he couldn’t even blame you for fucking the guy and being so proud about it. But then he remember it was you talking, and he instantly felt his blood pressure rise.

“His hands were just so...big. And his hand print was bruised on me literally until this morning.”

All the girls around you giggle, ignoring Grayson gloomy presence as he wafted in the water closer and closer, trying to seem as casual as possible with his back turned to you all.

“Oh my god and the way he just man handle me, he picked me up without even batting an eye. It was fucking amazing.”

“Ugh, you’re really out here living the dream,” Mila sighs out, a pout adorning her lips.

“For real, Y/N, you gotta give us all the tips,” Jas adds, a knowing smirk on her face. You roll your eyes before looking at the other girls again.

Before you can respond with anything, Ethan is announcing dinner and the girls are dispersing. You decide to float around for a few minutes alone, wanting the space before you’re back at the dinner table with everyone.

“So he’s got nice hands?”

You jump and cover your mouth, fear shooting through your body for a moment as you turn to see Grayson in the water with you.

“Jesus fucking christ you dick. How long have you been stalking me?”

He rolls his eyes, sinking into the water so that just his neck and head are above it. “It’s a small ass pool, I’m not stalking you.”

You huff, looking over to see all of your friends starting to get there food and sit around the table that’s blocked by the fire pit. You could see them, but they could barely see you. “Aren’t you going to eat or some shit?”

“Aren’t you?”

“God you’re annoying.” You decide to move and float on your back, closing your eyes so you can do your best to ignore him.

“Bet he didn’t make you cum as hard as I did.”

You groan, clenching your fists. “You’re such a fucking boy. Not everything is a damn competition. But, if it was, he won.”

For a minute you’re met with silence, and you think maybe he’s actually going to leave you alone.

“Liar.”

“Oh my god,” you sigh, shifting your body to be upright again. You’re met with his smug face, muscles bulging as his skin drips with water from the pool. For a second you think about how he definitely looks better than the other guy would dripping wet like that, but you shut it down real fast. “First, you need to put your ego in check. This may come as a shock to you, but you’re not some god on earth. Second, stop talking about this shit while our friends are here. They don’t need to know shit happened.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I definitely don’t want them knowing I slept with the fake ass princess of town. I’m just saying it’s a shame you think you’ll ever get better dick than mine.”

“You are such a fucking dick. Like a grade A, picture perfect image of an asshole.” You start to swim to the edge, over his antics. You reach for the deck, getting ready to pull yourself out when you felt two large hands grip your waist, forcing you to stay shoulder deep in the water. You couldn’t stand here, but he could.

“Running away from your problems, like always?” His voice is right in your ears and you’re sure if you shift your head just a tiny bit you’d feel his lips there as well.

“So you finally admit you’re a problem?”

He chuckles softly, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. “Maybe. But you’re not much better.”

You cock your head to move farther from his, almost as if you’re considering his words. “Maybe,” you mock him, your muscles tensing as one of his hands slowly moves to the front of your bathing suit. His fingers dip in, quickly finding your clit and getting to work. You hate that your body naturally responds as you relax like putty in his grip, your legs spreading. “But at least I don’t have to trap random girls in a pool with me to reassure my fat fucking ego.”

He bites his lip, temporarily ignoring your words and he continues to circle your clit. He listens to your quiet whimpers as you do what you can to stay silent, both for the sake of not feeding further into his pride and to keep your activities a secret.

Soon your chest is rising and falling quickly and you’re grateful you’re in a pool because there would be no other way to explain the drips of sweat on your hairline. You can feel the fire in the pit of your stomach slowly growing, spreading throughout your entire body.

“Interesting you think you’re a random girl,” he mumbles into your ear before removing himself completely from you.

You gasp, quickly coming back to reality as your orgasm fades into the past, watching him pull himself out of the pool next to you. It should honestly be illegal how good his back looked when doing that.

He looks down at you, annoying ass smirk and all with his hands on his hips as he watches you try to process everything that just happened. “Going to eat. Or some shit.”

And with that he leaves you alone in the pool, cheeks flushed, pussy clenching and a whole lot to think about.

#grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan smut #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins smut #g.blurb #g.smut #hyt #hyt blurb

[mochikeiji]

素敵な男の子. Lovely Boy

↠ Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi

↠ Warning: just fluff and soft Tsukishima

↬ Word Count: 3.1k

↣ a/n: ohayo!! Welcome to Day 1 of the TsukkiYama Week ヽ(*´з｀*)ﾉ originally, this was going to be an nsfw, but I read late that it was only SFW Content only (~‾∇‾)~ I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary: tired of being known as a cold, heartless man, and someone who belittles their relationship, Tsukishima pushes back all of his own problems and traumatic experiences and shows just how much he loves and appreciates Yamaguchi and gives back all of the love and affection he has given to him since they were kids.

⇢ Day 1: Affection @tsukkiyama-week

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

Those were the lines he'd hear in an everyday basis from the tall blonde. That didn't make Yamaguchi falter though, he was used to his snarky comments and daily mocking. Even as a middle schooler, he didn't shed a tear when he was proclaimed to be, "lame" by Tsukishima on their first meeting.

Everything was fine for Yamaguchi. That is, until by faith, they had came out of their shells when they hit third year in high school and spoke up to the unbearable feelings they've held for eachother for so long.

One can only wish for their partners to be a bit...clingy per say.

For the past few years before entering this relationship they now have as college students, Yamaguchi was the and always the first one to initiate sweet comments, little surprises and small touches towards the blonde. And for years as a child until now, he had been referred to as "Tsukishima's Magnet" for always clinging onto him or following him around like a lost puppy.

Sometimes, Yamaguchi wishes for him to do the same. Even just a little. He couldn't voice that out even as they agreed before that they should open up more than ever now that they're in a relationship. But somehow entering a new, unexpected level in life, Yamaguchi began to revert back to his child self. Shy and quiet, never able to speak what was on his mind or what he likes and just let's everything slide by.

He felt selfish and needy to imagine Tsukishima actually showering him with affections out of his character for once. Imagine that all the words and actions he has given before would be reciprocated. But still he thought, he couldn't really force his lover to follow along his own needs. He didn't want to put more pressure on the males shoulder seeing as he has his own world he has yet to know about.

That didn't stop him from dreaming all of those whenever he sees a couple doing all those in real life, novels and television shows.

Now for Tsukishima, he has a keen eye. He would catch the fond look behind Yamaguchi's eyes whenever they would come across those sights or when they talk about something and him, being the sweetheart, always giving him heartwarming feedbacks and little touches. Tsukishima knows how this was affecting Yamaguchi, if he was to be told the truth he would admit that he really thinks of himself as a frustration.

He used to be so lively as a child, even not afraid to say "I love you" to his own brother without feeling awkward or cringing. Sadly, those days had died down ever since he developed trust issues to all then people that comes in his life. But still, this was Yamaguchi, the only person who has stuck with him throughout his life even as he was being an asshole to many including him. He was both his only friend and family. He should atleast have the decency to act like a boyfriend who cares about the relationship they've built. Not some jerk who would take advantage of someones precious heart.

Sighing, Tsukishima removes his glasses and closes his eyes. It was already 6:30 PM and Yamaguchi was yet to arrive at his place since he went over to their old manager, Yachi, for a bit of help with his papers.

That was another thing that bothers and scares Tsukishima to the bone. The very thought of Yamaguchi going to the girl he almost liked back in highschool, the one who might be, right now giving him the amount of praise he should've been giving him, or the comfort he should've given back after all of Yamaguchi's doings shakens him.

In all honesty, Tsukishima thought that in the end, it would be Yamaguchi and her. But driven by bitterness and hidden longing, he had manage to grab a hold of his heart and became his.

Yes, Yamaguchi was his but why did it feel like he wasn't his entirely?

Tsukishima knows he's a terrible partner to begin with. He knows that if in the past, if he had answered to the flock of girls confessing to him before, they wouldn't even last a week with him and his confusing personality. Not that he'd want that to happen, he didn't want to be stuck in a relationship with some squealing woman just for his looks. He wants Yamaguchi and he needed to do something for him atleast to show him after for long what he meant when he said that he loves him.

His bedroom door swung gently before he could open his eyes, only to be greeted by that lovely, shy chirp greeting and the line he has never grown tired of hearing.

"Sorry, Tsukki!"

He was finally back.

"Yachi and I had a bit of a chat after helping me. I hope you don't mind," a small vein popped on Tsukishima's forehead, seeing Yamaguchi get flustered and his cheeks tinted with pink about someone othet was oddly not pleasant to him, "We can still continue movie night though. My parents don't mind me staying over at your place."

Placing his glasses back as he hears the bag drop beside his bed, he watches Yamaguchi rummage over his things to take out his laptop for them to watch as promised.

Tsukishima couldn't help but still feel troubled, usually when having movie nights with his lover, you'd expect a lot of cuddling and kisses here and there from all couples. But for them it was just watching with a space between them and nothing but a few words exchanged. And now, seeing as he was planning on doing something about it, he bit his lip on the sudden thought of canceling movie night for something else.

Something that's all about Yamaguchi and how he'd show him that he actually values the relationship and how much he loves him.

"Wait."

He mutters out as Yamaguchi had already opened his laptop placed on his lap. He looks behind his shoulder, blinking in confusion a little seeing Tsukishima stare at him intensely.

"Something wrong, Tsukki?"

He was thankful the boy didn't see him gulp wgen he had looked at him almost innocently with a tone so sweet and pure, his sadistic side was fueled. One of the few reasons why he loved teasing Yamaguchi and mocking him was the way he reacts. His tone going soft and pouty when he says sorry, or when his eyes would sadden a little looking like a puppy, or when he subconsciously puffs his cheeks in annoyance or happiness.

He wished he could've told him sooner how much he loves and notices the little things about Yamaguchi. The little things that cause big problems for him.

"Tsukki?"

"Dammit.."

Roughly pushing back his chair that grazed on his carpeted floor, he takes big steps behind him and kneels down on his level. He surrounds his arms around Yamaguchi's body from behind, shutting his laptop and quickly placing it down away from him, only for him to wrap his arms back on the males body, nuzzling his nose on the side of his neck and hearing his breath hitch from the sensitivity.

"Dammit all."

Squeaking a little, Yamaguchi feels his entire weight being carried as if he was as light as a pillow and lands on the soft mattress after Tsukishima had gently laid him down on. Sprawled and with a flushed face, Yamaguchi gulps as Tsukishima hovers over his body, trapping him in between his arms as he looks at him with that same annoyed look he always puts on whenever he was with Hinata.

"W-wait, Tsukki, what's gotten into you?"

"Shut up."

Obligating as he was told, his mouth forms into a tight, thin line. His forehead slowly forming sweats from his shaken nerves and with a bit of anticipation. Tsukishima could only scoff and push his glasses back to avoid falling, leaning his head in as he hears the person beneath him whimper when he dips his face on the side of his neck.

"Just let me do this for you."

Yamaguchi didn't quite catch what he had said as was about to ask, but words couldn't escape his mouth as whimpers and small whines were the only things he could emit at the moment when he feels his cold lips give the sensitive skin by his neck small kisses. He wantes to wrap his arms around the male hovering over him, but he also didn't want this little moment end in awkwardness seeing as he has never really held Tsukishima close to him.

Of course, he notices it since he has an eye for his reactions to see if he loves it. Breathing out softly, he uses his other hand to grab his arm, wrapping it on his neck and giving the side of his ear a small peck, "Do it," he didn't miss the way his bodt shuddered at the sound of his voice close to his ear, "If you want to wrap your arms around me, do it. I don't mind."

That made Yamaguchi's heart pound, the butterflies in his stomach tickling him, making his body feel light and his toes curl. He gulps, biting back the smile on his face and slowly wraps the other arm around Tsukishima's neck. He hears him sigh ffom his neck when he was pulled closer to his body. Thinking maybe it was too close for his likings, he gradually loosens his arms around him, stopping when Tsukishima groans.

Instead, he feels his body being pulled as well by the small of his back, a hand cupping the back of his top head as Tsukishima settles himself between his legs and his face hidden on the side of his neck.

He was finally cuddling him.

It felt good. No, that was an understatement to him, it felt right. It was like hugging a warmer pillow, it made him almost doze off to sleep but he fights it back by nuzzling deeper if possible on his skin.

"Tsukki, what's wrong?"

The unusual and out of character behavior caught on Yamaguchi. They have never really initiated these kinds of things during their relationship. It was mostly just filled with talks about how their day went or about future jobs amd such. Since he grew up with him as a child, it was easy for him to read the sudden changes his lover would go to. It was difficult, surprising, but he still finds himself in daze whenever he was with him.

"Not that I don't like the change of course here," he panics a bit, he really doesn't want him to pull away from him from blurting it out, "I'm just, really curious what made you suddenly do this?"

Tsukishima closes his eyes for a brief moment. He really didn't want to miss the chance to tell him everything he's wanted to say for a long time now. He didn't want to come off like some douche again and just utter out the phrase that makes him shut up.

But if its for Yamaguchi, he's sure as hell doesn't want to come off lame.

"I just love you."

And by that little confession, it had done a number out of Yamaguchi. His face blows into a steam and boiling hot red. Subconsciously closing his legs around Tsukishima's body feeling giddy and light.

And this was his first time saying that first.

"I love you too, Tsukki," he moves his hand to pet his hair, rubbing his cheek on the side of his neck in affection, "So much."

"No, you don't get it."

Blinking in confusion at his statement, Tsukishima pushes himself off from his neck and hovers his face over his. Eyes locked onto eachother with intensity flowing into his yellow irises.

"I love you."

"W-what?"

"I love everything about you," he pauses, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looks away from his eyes, "By everything I mean every little thing about you."

"Tsukki—"

"I know I don't say this crap all the time, but I couldn't help but think I was being an ass of a partner to you. I know what I am to many and God do I hate to treat you the same way as I do to them when you don't even deserve it."

"Tsukki, wait."

"No," finally bringing back his gaze on Yamaguchi's, he leans his forehead in and presses it onto his. Thw tips of their nose booping eachother, "Please, this is the only time I get to tell you everything."

That was the first time Yamaguchi has ever heard him plead. It warmed his heart so much that he was making an effort into all of this and it makes him tear up a bit. So with a nod, he allows him to continue on with his words as his fingers massaged his scalp by habit.

"I know I lack so much. I'm not like any partner whom you'd want to spend your life with following behind and get less in a relationship. I know I don't show or give much effort into little things like praises or affections to you but," he stops when he opens his eyes that held a soft, lost and frustrated look in them.

"But I don't want to lose you or continue on like this. I want to give you so much more than you ever deserved, I want you to know that from the beginning, I always cared about you and kept an eye on you. That everything you've done made me so damn proud. That when I call you lame I was trying to tell you how amazing you are."

Each sentence made Yamaguchi's world crumble and shake. Sure, he gets so many kind words from a lot of people, but the fact that he was being cradled in the arms of his lovers who was speaking hushed love confessions hit him harder than anything. He was already biting his lip from the giddiness and his breathing slowed from the intense atmosphere.

"I see the way you'd look into the stories and shows that had romance in them. As sappy as it looks, I know how much you longed for that kind of intimacy and communication. And I know for sure as hell you deserve that kind of treatment."

He braces himself using his forearm behind Yamaguchi's head, bringing up his other free hand to cup his cheek and look lovingly at him. A rare sight that will forever burn inside his head.

"And I want to be the one that gives you all of those. Not Yachi, not anyone else. I want to be not only your partner, but someone who's connected to you. Someone you can put your faith on entirely without any doubt."

He was unable to speak, only able to open and close his mouth but no words could escape. But after a short while, Yamaguchi feels himself chuckle a bit and moves his hands on the side of Tsukishima's face with dreamy, teary eyes and a sincere smile.

"Tsukki, you don't have to worry about any of those. I don't think of you or me that way," consciously leaning on his warm palms, Tsukishima allows himself to be squished by his hands and continues, "Yachi and I are nothing more than friends. Even if I found her alluring before, Tsukki, it's always been you."

Lips pressing against eachother at the moment, to remind him that he was all his and no one else's. That he wasn't going anywhere. That it didn't matter what Tsukishima does, because he was still the same man he's ever loved. Pulling away briefly, Yamaguchi holds back a giggle when he sees Tsukishima slighty jut his lips out from the short kiss. If he knew it felt like that he would've done it more often.

"I don't want you pressuring yourself in a role that you don't find suiting. In my opinion, its much more better to understand someone and just love them for what they are rather than see them force themselves in a role that make's them unhappy."

"But I'm not forcing myself...If anything, I want to do it and make you happy."

Yamaguchi could only smile and laugh halfheartedly at his statement and hugs his head close.

"Ever since you came into my life, I've already been in my happiest state more than ever."

Tsukishima couldn't help but still feel guilty. He really didn't deserve someone as lovely as Yamaguchi in his life. He admits to himself that he was the one who was the lamest and crappiest person ever, but when he feels his chin being pushed up a bit to meet with his kind and loving gaze, he allows himself and his heart to beat rapidly as Yamaguchi speaks,

"Please don't ever think yourself lime that, Tsukki. It makes you look lame when I know otherwise that you are all I hoped for since we were kids."

Scoffing a bit at that statement with a hidden smile on his face, "I sound like a sap for godsake," he hears him laugh along his words, "But, if we can, will you let me treat you right again? Start all over?"

Pulling him back for a heated kiss, Tsukishima moves his hand behind the small of his back to push him closer whilst still cupping the back of his head and licking on his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Yamaguchi parts his lips and let's him deepen the kiss, messy with his hair as his glasses were starting to mist from their breathing.

None wanted to pull away, Tsukishima lightly teases his crotch with his knee thar made Yamaguchi squeak a bit into the kiss and pulls away with a strinf of saliva connecting them.

"That was mean."

"You're a lot more sensitive than I thought."

Both were breathless, but filled with so much love and assurance. Tsukishima had laid his head on his chest, listening to the sound of the heart he knows he owns and breaths out in bliss.

"Do you still want to watch a movie, Tsukki?" he feels him shake his head against his clothed chest.

"Tomorrow, we'll go out on that little store you checked the other day. No questions, I'm treating you."

Blushing, Yamaguchi couldn't wait for the next day. Tsukishima could tell by the way he was tightening his arms around his body from the giddness.

"Just let me stay here like this...It feels nice." snuggling his body into a comfortable position, his arms caging in the smaller body between them as Yamaguchi nods along his words.

"And Tadashi,"

"Hm?"

"I love you, a lot."

"I love you too, Kei."

....

...

..

.

"Keep calling me that please."

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[all-things-skam]

Jens’ season | Chapter four

Saturday, January 25th

Last night’s kiss had messed with Jens’ head - and feelings. Lucas was the first guy Jens had ever kissed, the first guy he’d ever had straddled like this, and he wanted more. So much more.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss since he left the party, since Lucas’ lips left his. The pressure of Lucas’ lips on his, plush and soft and needy, the taste of weed lingering on his tongue, the small moans. It haunted him.

It also confirmed that, maybe, he wasn’t straight as a stick.

If he closed his eyes, he could still feel the burning touch of Lucas's fingers on the small of his back, grazing his skin underneath his hoodie. Or his lips mouthing against his jaw and neck, fingers lost in each other's hair. Even the faint smell of his cologne was engraved into his head, mixed with an herbal hint from the joint they were smoking.

Jens breathed out, staring at his ceiling.

Someone cleared their throat and Jens glanced down, catching Jana standing in his doorway, wearing a green sweater and a beanie, looking a bit nervous.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Jens sat up, removing his headphones from his head. ‘’Hi?’’

‘’Hi,’’ Jana said, smiling tightly, walking in. ‘’Your sister let me in.’’

Jens nodded. Of course she did.

‘’What’s up?’’

‘’Just listening some music.’’ And thinking about Lucas.

She nodded, taking a seat on the end of Jens’ bed. ‘’Still into that rap stuff?’’

Jens smiled, remembering how much she hated it every time he’d play any rap songs. Sometimes, he would even purposely play those songs to piss her off. She said their music was degrading toward girls and only talked about drugs, money and cars. While she wasn't all wrong, some songs had deeper subjects than naked chicks and smoking weed.

‘’Yep.’’

‘’Where were you last night? Aaron said you were there, but I didn’t see you. You didn’t even sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Amber with us.’’

Despite the honesty rule between them, Jens didn’t feel like sharing his bathroom makeout session experience with Jana. For starters, it was none of her business. They weren't dating, Jens could kiss whoever he wanted - boys and girls. And, he didn’t know if Lucas was out, if he wanted to be out - hell, he didn’t even know if he was gay. He’d feel bad for accidentally outing someone.

‘’I...I was with Kobe. You remember Kobe from the skatepark?’’

It wasn’t completely a lie. He did see Kobe at the party...to sell him weed.

‘’Vaguely,’’ she responded, frowning a little.

‘’He owed me weed and we went outside to smoke to not stink up Amber’s house.’’

Jana gave him a look, unimpressed. ‘’Weed, again?’’

Jens rolled his eyes. Here we go again…

He didn't get why she was so against weed. She was the same when they were dating, making a whole case every time he’d smoke a joint with Robbe and Moyo. It’s not that big of a deal. Marijuana was even becoming legal in some countries.

‘’If you’re here to lecture me on weed again-’’

‘’I’m not,’’ she cut. ‘’Did I do something?’’

Jens frowned, surprised. ‘’No. Why are you asking me that?’’

The brunette looked down, about to ask the dreaded question. ‘’You’ve been avoiding me at parties and at school, it’s like you don’t want me anymore. Did I do something wrong?’’

Her constant insecurity and constant need to make sure she was wanted or desired had always ticked Jens off. He liked the people he was with to be confident and sure of themselves, it’s one of the things that drew him to Lucas.

Sighing, Jens tried to keep his cool despite his growing annoyance. ‘’I’m just not in the mood, okay? Is it so impossible to accept that I don't feel like having sex all the time?’’ He didn’t want to come off as angry, trying his best to keep his chill with Jana, but he was just so annoyed by her unannounced presence that his temper was getting the best of him.

‘’We don't have to have sex all the time, it’s just-’’ She sighed, biting her bottom lip nervously. ‘’What are we, Jens?’’

‘’I don’t know, Jana…’’ he responded with honesty.

Where was this sudden desire for clarity coming from? Up until last week, she didn't seem to mind what they were. They made out in his room two weeks and she didn't pester him with questions while he his hand was down her underwear. Why the sudden urge?

She had a perfect timing too. As if Jens didn't have other things to do than think about his relationship status with Jana. Breaking news, he had other problems, more important ones, to take care of and she wasn’t the first thing on his mind.

‘’You don’t know? What do you mean?’’ she repeated, dumbfounded.

Jens sighed. ‘’Jana…’’

‘’What, Jens? It’s a pretty simple question: what are we?

‘’I have a lot on my mind right now, okay? I gave you time and space when you needed it, so please understand that.’’

‘’So what? You want me to leave?’’

‘’Actually, yeah. My parents are coming back soon and I’m not allowed to have guests over this weekend.’’

It was a lie and Jana knew it. Jens’ parents weren’t the kind of parents who had these kind of rules. They weren’t very strict. All the boys could be over and Fenna wouldn’t think twice about it.

Jana’s face hardened, aware that Jens was lying to her. Without saying anything else, she stood and left, stomping down the hall.

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Sunday, January 26th

Hood covering his head, Jens skated along the sidewalk, on his way to the skatepark. His earbuds were in, rap music playing. He was meeting the boys there, the weather finally warming up enough to skate again.

The graffiti of Robbe’s face came in sight, meaning that he had almost arrived. Jens still couldn't believe his best friend's face was on a fucking brick wall. Sander was one of a kind.

The skatepark was practically empty, being that it was still early in the season. Jens stepped off his skateboard, about to pull out his phone to text the group chat when he spotted Lucas in the distance, at the top of a ramp, waiting to go down. He was talking to some guys, laughing at something one of them said.

Jens stopped in his tracks, stomach knotting.

He didn’t expect to see Lucas there - and wearing that pink sweatshirt. Damn, he looked good.

For a second, Jens thought the distance and his pulled up hood wouldn’t give his presence away, but Lucas must have excellent eyesight because he quickly recognized him. The brunet told something to his friends before making his way over to Jens, skateboard in his left hand.

Fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie, Jens watched as Lucas got closer, every step he took causing a nervous feeling in his stomach. Why was he feeling this way? It was just Lucas, the boy he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Jens bit his lip when Lucas stopped and stood in front of him. The wind was blowing, causing his fringe to sweep on the side more than usual.

''Are we ever going to talk about what happened Friday night?'' Lucas asked, breaking the ice.

''Eh, what happened Friday night?''

Lucas pulled his eyebrows, shaking his head. ''You drunkenly kissed me in the bathroom at Amber's birthday party.''

Jens hesitated for a moment. Should he play the dumb card and act like he didn’t remember or face his actions and acknowledge what happened? That he kissed Lucas. While the first option sounded easier, the second was the rightest. Kissing Lucas hadn’t felt wrong, it felt...good. So fucking good.

''I wasn't that drunk,'' Jens admitted, holding his breath, anxiously waiting for Lucas’ reaction. ‘’In fact, I barely drank that night.’’

Even though Lucas had kissed him back on Friday, it didn’t mean that he liked him back, that he had feelings for him. The weed had clouded their mind and they let their teenage pulsions take control.

''So, did you mean to kiss me?''

Jens glanced down for a second. ''Yeah, I did. The alcohol just gave me the courage to do it.’’

Lucas’ lips curled into a grin, blue irises staring right into Jens’, before closing the space between them, capturing Jens’ lips into a kiss. The lump of stress in Jens' stomach dissipated as they kissed, turning into butterflies.

Slipping his tongue past Jens' plump lips, Lucas curled his arm that wasn't busy holding his skateboard behind Jens’ neck, pulling him down and closer and licking into his mouth. It was usually the other way around, but Jens didn't mind being kissed by Lucas - in fact, he liked it a lot. Lucas’ dominant and confident side triggered a new sensation in him.

Jens’ phone started vibrating in his pocket and he tried to ignore it, but it buzzed again and again and it was getting really annoying. Groaning, the dark haired one broke the kiss and fished his phone from his jeans, seeing messages coming from the group chat.

Moyo: Just woke up, oops…

Moyo: Are you all at the skatepark?

Robbe: I’m almost there

Aaron: Me too! I can see Robbe’s big face

Robbe: At least my face is on a building...

Jens sighed, slipping his phone back in his pocket. ‘’My friend are going to be here soon,’’ he informed Lucas, disappointment transpiring through his voice.

Lucas pursed his lips into a pout, not ready to part yet, looking way too cute for his own good and making it difficult for Jens to leave.

Jens sighed, how could he resist that face? He leaned in and kissed that pout off Lucas’ lips.

‘’Wanna skate with us?’’

He hadn’t asked the boys, but surely they wouldn’t mind having a supplementary guest to their first skating session of the season. Plus, Robbe already knew Lucas from that time at the café.

‘’Race you to the ramps!’’ Lucas declared, dropping his skateboard on the ground and rolling away, Jens trailing behind.

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Monday, January 27th

Jens removed his hoodie, pulling it over his head with Lucas' help, laughing as it got stuck to his head. He threw it on the floor, not caring where it landed, his room already a mess anyway, and Lucas met him in the middle, closing the distance, hungry and eager to taste Jens' lips again.

When Jens had first messaged Lucas to come over, he hadn't planned for things to escalate so fast. Okay, that was a half lie. He had hoped it would lead there, but it wasn't his first intention nor the only reason he had invited Lucas. He genuinely wanted to spend time with him. But, he wasn’t mad about this impromptu make out session. He would have had to be an idiot to not want to kiss someone as fucking hot as Lucas Van Der Heijden.

‘’When does your parents come home?’’ Lucas asked, lips touching Jens’ as he spoke.

‘’Mom’s at work until 10pm and my sister is at a friend’s house doing a school project.’’

‘’And your dad?’’

Jens paused, not knowing what to answer. Where was his dad? Mohamed wasn’t home when he arrived after school and there was no notes.

Sensing his inner struggle, Lucas cupped Jens’ face, guiding him back into a kiss, silently telling him ‘it doesn’t matter’. Lucas’ touch was soft and tender, a perfect distraction from his worries. It could almost make him forget about everything.

A lover's touch is more powerful than you could imagine. Touching someone you have feelings for releases dopamine and serotonin, both of which can boost your mood and curb depression. It reduces anxiety and decreases your worries.

Aka, exactly what Jens needed right now.

Lucas’ slim hands slipped underneath the back of Jens’ shirt, causing the fabric to rid up and expose his warm skin, and dragged his nails down slowly, causing Jens to shudder with pleasure. A smug smile spread on Lucas’ face, content to see the effect he had on the tanned boy, and raised his hips, the growing erection in his jeans brushing Jens' and causing a moan to escape their lips.

They hadn't gotten further than kissing yet, but both bodies were very responsive to the other's touch.

The bed creaked as Lucas moved to straddle him, one leg on each side of Jens' stomach. The air had become hotter in the room, but neither cared, too caught up into their own bubble of lips on lips and hands on skin.

It was a blessing that Lotte had a school project to work on tonight. If she had been home, Lucas wouldn’t have come over. Much like when Jana was here, Jens didn’t want his sister to know too much about his sexual life and relationships. Her pure and innocent mind didn’t need to know about this kind of stuff yet.

Jens' hand grabbed at Lucas' thigh, fingers digging into his pants fabric as their hips brushed together, creating friction in all the right places. Lucas moaned and grinded down.

‘’Do that again,’’ he breathed out, feeling his jeans tighten more and more.

Instead of listening to Lucas’ demand, Jens slowed down, ignoring his teenage hormones, and moved himself away from underneath him. A small whine came from the brunet, letting himself fall flat on the mattress, and Jens had to bite back a smile.

''Why are you so far away? Come here.'' He reached out with his hands in silent demand.

‘’You’re the one that moved away!’’ Lucas reminded, crawling over anyway.

Jens laughed, brushing his nose with Lucas at how close they were. He stole a quick kiss and looked back, taking in the moment. The house was quiet bare from their breathings, now returned to a slow and steady pace.

A small bruise was starting to form on the side of Lucas' neck, the delicate skin having been previously sucked and kissed by Jens. The latter reached out, touching the red-ish skin and Lucas hissed.

Immediately, Jens retracted his hand and felt bad. He hadn't meant to hurt him, just to leave a mark on lucas’ unflawed skin. Maybe he had gotten too carried away with the sucking?

''Does it hurt? Sorry.''

Lucas laughed. ''Got you.''

Jens narrowed his eyes and pinched Lucas’ side where his shirt was hiked up in revenge, causing him to squeal. ‘’Little shit.’’

The brunet giggled and swatting Jens' hand away.

Moments like this were something Jens missed. Just being together, fooling around and doing nothing. With Jana, they couldn't have a real conversation without arguing. She was always on the defensive or reproaching him things - and Jens was always horny.

‘’As much as I want this, I don’t want to rush it.’’

Lucas' hand was tracing shapes on Jens' arm, causing the hairs to raise at his touch.

''What? You want to wait for the 'perfect' moment?'' he said in a mocking tone.

Jens rolled his eyes. ''No.'' He sighed and bit his lip. ''I've never done this before...with a boy, at least.''

''Me neither.'' The brunet paused, playing with the hem of Jens’ sleeve. ‘’I mean. I’ve kissed boys. Just, it never went past kissing.’’ Lucas glanced down, unable to look at the other boy in the eyes. ‘’With girls either,’’ he admitted, his voice lower, sounding ashamed.

It was the first time Lucas had put his guard down since they met - fully down. They had talked before, in Amber’s bathroom, sharing little stories here and there, but Lucas was always shielding himself behind layers of confidence and cockyness, playing it cool. As if he was protecting himself from emotional harm.

This sudden trust warmed Jens’ heart. It was nice to know that Lucas felt comfortable enough to tell him something so vulnerable - especially so early in their relationship - not that they were anything concrete yet. He didn’t have to tell him this, confess something so personal and intimate, but he did.

''Hey.'' Jens' voice was soft and calm. ''It's okay, Luc. I don't- It doesn't matter to me,'' he said, trying to reassure him that he wouldn't use the information to make fun of him.

There was nothing wrong in being a virgin. Jens wasn't, but Lucas wasn't worth any less or less attractive to Jens' eyes because he hadn't done anything sexually with anyone. If anything, it made it more exciting and thrilling.

Getting uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation, Lucas used the tanned boy's distraction to sneak his hand on Jens’ thigh, itching higher and higher until Jens caught him and his intentions.

He took Lucas’ hand in his, stopping him from reaching anywhere near his crotch. ‘’Stop it.’’

Lucas shrugged, smug look on his face contradicting his innocent tone. ‘’I’m not doing anything…’’

.

Wednesday, January 29th

‘’Jens?’’

The teenager hummed, swatting the hand on his arm away.

A couple more minutes.

''Jens,'' someone hissed, a bit louder.

Slowly, the raven haired boy stirred from his sleep, a bit confused. His eyes were half open, blinded by the harsh neon lights of the classroom. ‘’Uh?’’

Robbe glanced at Jens sideways, checking on his best friend. ''You were drooling on your textbook,'' he explained while messily writing notes in his notebook.

''Oh. Was I?'' Jens asked, stretching subtly over his desk.

The past nights have been very short for Jens. The nightly arguing between his parents hadn’t slowed down and things didn’t sound like they were going to be fixed anytime soon. Thankfully, his dad hadn’t come home drunk again. But, their loud, hushed voices still woke Lotte up and she had crawled in Jens’ bed every night this week. Although it flattered him that she felt safe with him, she was an agitated sleeper and the teenager needed his beauty sleep too.

Robbe nodded. ''Yeah. And, if the teacher catches you, she'll give you detention. I saved your ass.''

Jens pushed his head in his hands. ''Thanks, bro.''

''Everything okay?''

“No everything is not ok. My parents are fighting, Lotte is scared so she keeps crawling into my bed, Jana is up my ass about if we are together or not, and I hooked up with Lucas. You know, the new kid? I also started selling weed to help out my parents, want some?”

Jens glanced at Robbe, hesitating. Should he tell him all of this? Robbe was his best friend, he would understand, but Jens didn’t want to bother him with his problems. He had enough on his plate.

Flashing a smile and nodding was easier than explaining everything, so Jens did that. ''Yeah. I was up late studying for the Math test.''

The brunet’s eyes widen, panic spreading on his face. ‘’Shit. We have a Math test?’’

.

Thursday, January 30th

Secluded on an empty flight of stairs, the two teenagers were stealing kisses, making the most of their lunch hour. Lucas’ stomach rumbled, demanding for food, but they ignored it, too busy licking into each other’s mouth to open their lunches and eat.

Lucas bit Jens’ bottom lip, tugging and releasing it with a ‘pop’. ‘’It’s my mom’s weekend,’’ he announced, mood dropping a little. ‘’Which means…’’

Jens sighed. ‘’That you won’t be here this weekend.’’

‘’Yep.’’

Lucas took Jens’ hand in his, lacing their fingers together between them, causing a tingle to spread through Jens’ chest. Jens couldn’t remember the last time a simple touch had made him feel this way - but he hoped the feeling would never fade.

‘’I’m sorry it has to be that way. I wish we could spend the weekend together. I really do, it’s just-’’

‘’Hey, I get it. It’s okay,’’ Jens assured, using his free hand to play with Lucas’ hair, pushing his fringe away from his eyes.

Cert, he wasn’t happy that Lucas was going away for the weekend, but Jens didn’t want him to feel guilty about seeing his mom. It would be ridiculous. Jens didn't want to be the controlling boyfriend who dictated to their partner what they can and cannot do.

‘’Yes, it sucks that you have to go and I’ll most likely miss you, but I’m not going to ask you to stay. She’s your mom, not seeing you every day anymore must be difficult for her.’’

Lucas cocked an eyebrow, looking smug. ‘’You’ll miss me?’’

Jens rolled his eyes. ‘’Yeah…’’ he admitted shyly. ‘’Is that all you picked up from what I said?’’

Lucas hummed and leaned in, about to kiss Jens, but their lips didn’t have time to meet because Aaron appeared up the stairs, loud as always.

“Hey guys, what’s up?’’ He clapped Jens on the shoulder breaking the moment between them. ”Robbe and Moyo are already waiting for us in the cafeteria. Oh man, have I got the best idea for our next video.’’ Aaron glanced at Lucas. ‘’Lucas, do you want to join us for lunch? Maybe you could even help? I was thinking-”

“Bro, slow down with the verbal vomit. How about we wait to discuss your ‘idea’ with the guys?” Jens said, glaring at Aaron for interrupting.

“Thanks for the invite, but I have a history test right after lunch that I need to study for. Maybe another time?”

“Cool man, no problem. See ya around,” Aaron said, oblivious to the physical contact that had just happened between Jens and Lucas.

Lucas grabbed his greige backpack from the floor and walked away, giving Jens a devious wink and all the raven haired boy wanted to do was run after him.

.

Jens had sold the rest of the weed this morning. A guy from Friday’s party had contacted him and took all Jens had left with a demand to contact him when he’ll have more. Bless him.

‘’You did good, Kid,’’ Michiel stated, counting the money Jens had handed him, making sure it was the right amount.

Jens flashed him a small smile but stayed silent, still intimidated by Michiel.

Unlike last Thursday, Michiel had invited in further inside the building. They were in a small room with a couch and a set of table and chairs - probably where Michiel made his deals. Framed posters of Marijuana leaves and cars were on the walls, giving the place a classic movie vibe.

‘’Count is right?’’ Jens asked.

Michiel nodded. ‘’Still interested in a job? I might have something for you.’’

The man stood and went to the backroom behind the thick curtain and returned with a black package. He set it on the table and slid it in Jens’ direction. ‘’One of my guys got caught over the weekend and I need someone covering your school’s ground. I’m sure you won’t have trouble finding buyers. Kids your age are always looking for these ones.’’

Jens opened the top and frowned, seeing Xanax, Fentanyl, Ecstasy and more colorful pills separated into baggies. He shook his head. ‘’I never agreed to this. I said just weed-’’

Michiel scoffed. ‘’You ask for quick money. This is what I have to offer. If you don’t want it-’’

‘’I’ll do it.’’

.

Friday, January 31st

The snow was almost all melted in the neighborhood, which meant that Spring was on its way. Jens couldn’t wait to ditch his jacket in a couple weeks and feel the sun on his skin.

His phone buzzed in his hands, a new message from Moyo appearing on his screen. Jens had missed a part of the conversation when he was in the bus, but apparently, Moyo had found a new girl to obsess over and, to quote him ‘she was hot as fuck’.

Moyo: She’s fucking hot. Did you see her BOOBS?! 😍

Robbe: Wipe your mouth. You’re drooling, man

Moyo: You can’t get it, Robbe…

Jens rolled his eyes at his friends. Moyo was getting just as bad as Aaron. Desperation and gushing about girls’ physique wasn’t going to get him laid though - even if he really needed it.

Aaron: Can you get beers? 🍻

Moyo: I’m already bringing the weed…

Moyo: Jens? Is it your turn? 🍻🍻

Jens: Yeah, yeah. I'm on it

Aaron: Is Sander coming?

Jens pulled out his keys, about to unlock the door when a yellow piece of paper was taped on the front door caught his eye. Furrowing his eyebrows, he removed it and read the notice.

Fuck. This was not good.

.

His eyes glanced at the time on the clock, impatiently waiting for his mom to arrive from work. He could've called her, but Jens prefered to tell her the bad news face to face.

Her shift had ended half an hour ago, but she was picking up Lotte at school. She should be here soon.

Jens would've never thought they would end up here. He had stayed optimistic. He told himself that it was just a rough patch and they would make it through. But, seeing the eviction notice on the door made him realise the gravity of his family’s situation and woke doubts that, maybe, things wouldn't be okay.

The rumble of a car was heard from the driveway and Jens tensed, dreading the conversation to come. He knew it would break his mom's heart and aggravate her stress, but he couldn't just rip the paper and never tell her. The engine was cut outside and followed by the front door opening and Lotte’s voice echoing.

“-and my teacher said I was the best in the class. She was really proud of how hard I’ve been working.”

“That’s amazing sweetheart. I’m so proud of you,” Fenna said from the living room, closing the door behind.

“I’m proud of you too.” Jens said from the doorway of the kitchen.

Lotte giggled, she ran up to him and gave him her biggest hug. “Do you even know what we were talking about?”

“No, but I’m proud of you just the same.” Jens ruffled her hair and she wiggled away from his hold. “Lotte, can you give me a minute with Mom? I need to talk to her alone for a bit.”

‘’Did you get in trouble at school?’’ she asked in a whisper.

Jens gave her a tight lipped smile. ‘’Something like that…’’

He watched as Lotte removed her boots and jacket and went upstairs.

‘’Mom?’’

Fenna glanced at her son, bright smile on her face. Jens could tell she had had a good day, she seemed happier than she had been in weeks. He felt horrible because he knew that the little piece of paper in his hands was about to shatter her good mood.

‘’What is it?’’

‘’Erm, this was on the door when I came home.’’ Jens handed her the yellow paper and watch his mother’s features pull, confusedly taking the document from her son. He watched as she read, her face changing and falling.

Fenna sat down on the couch and clutched the eviction notice in her hand. She sat for what felt like forever before speaking. “I’m sorry you had to see that.’’

‘’What are we going to do, Mom? This is big. We...we could lose the house, we-’’

‘’I’ll take care of it.’’

Jens shook his head and went to sit next to her. “How? You’re already overworking yourself at the hospital. You can’t do more.’’

‘’I’ll go ask for a loan at the bank. I-I’ll figure it out.’’ She forced a smile at her son, trying to reassure him - or herself. ‘’I always do.’’

‘’You need to tell Dad about this.’’ Fenna shook her head, but Jens insisted. ‘’Mom.’’

''Jens,’’ the woman countered on a firmer tone. She sighed, overwhelmed by the direction her life had taken.

One month ago, they were a happy, typical, middle class family living easily. They ate take out every Thursdays, have game nights together and go to the movies every other Sunday with their daughter. And now, Mohamed had lost his job, Fenna was chaining double shifts at the hospital and the bills were piling up.

Sensing his mother’s inner turmoil, Jens pulled her into a hug. It wouldn't solve their problems, but hopefully it would at least show her his love and support. She hugged him back, tightly holding on to her son.

''Please, let me take care of this my way. I'll tell your dad when he's ready to hear it.''

Jens scoffed, shaking his head before heading upstairs. He didn’t agree with his mom’s reasoning, but didn’t feel like arguing with her any more. It would serve nothing.

Once in his room, Jens locked the door and checked the knob to make sure it was locked. He walked over to the drawer where he had stashed the money and the pills, and opened it.

He had no choice now, did he?

#jens's season #van der stoffels #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #wtfock #vds #skam nl #lucas x jens #jens x lucas #please let me know what you think of the chapter #I worked SO hard on this one

[pufflyhallows]

A Blessing And A Curse

Pairing: Oliver Wood x reader

Requested by @pachuh: Hey! Can I request an Oliver Wood imagine where you are just a Gryffindor power couple and everyone loves you together?? Like he’s the quidditch captain and you’re super nice to everyone in the house and help everyone. Maybe do a part where you just cuddle in the common room and people ask you for favors and Oliver is just like NO go away. Lol soryy if it’s very specific, i’ve been thinking about this for a while

a/n: Thanks again for requesting it! I loved this idea and how sweet the fic turned out. I hope you like it too!

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,791

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You didn’t know what Oliver Wood had done to make you so stuck on him.

But there you were anyway, completely in love with the Keeper. 

Your days in Hogwarts for sure had gotten more cheerful and colorful after your very first date, a year ago. It felt like your life was a jigsaw puzzle and Oliver was the missing piece you finally found. And maybe you were crazy, but you could swear everyone else thought the same. 

You lost count on how many times you caught one of your fellow Griffindors watching the two of you with a tender look on their face as you walked down the corridor holding hands. Even students from other houses looked at the two of you like you weren’t from this world. 

You didn’t mind it, though. You thought it was sweet and it warmed your heart to know that other people could see the love you two had for each other. It was good to spread some positivity around. 

However, you also noticed a different kind of reaction. One that intrigued you. Maybe you were indeed crazy, but you felt like some students admired you two. They looked at you as if you were... famous. That sounded insane, even in your thoughts, but you couldn’t help it. It did feel like that. Specially once you caught a first-year elbowing her friend to look at the two of you, and when she did, they both smiled excitedly at each other. 

Oliver, on the other hand, never seemed to notice any of that. Well, he was too busy to even breathe. He was focused on the Quidditch Cup and you weren’t going to distract him with a silly observation. 

But you had to admit to yourself it was quite cute hearing the two girls whispering at each other when you walked past them. 

“Do you think we’ll have our own Olivers one day?”

“I don’t know, but I want to be like Y/N!”

You wanted to turn around and tell the little girl that she was perfect already, but soon they were running in the opposite direction. You couldn’t refrain a smile, though.

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What an agitated week. You were barely having time to sit down lately. With the O.W.Ls coming up, every fifth-year was really close to a mental breakdown. You, being a sixth-year and having already taken those exams, were familiar with the feeling. The pressure was insane and a lot of students were having a hard time trying to cope. 

You empathized with them. You had been there, after all. And what you had learned from that time was that group studies were the best way of dealing with that pressure. Besides helping each other with the subjects they most struggled with, in a group study the students were able to let out their frustrations and insecurities regarding the exams. You felt so safe, accepted and understood in your group studies... You wanted that for those nervous fifth-years too. 

And that was why you had been so busy that week. After a shy boy asked you to help him with a Potions’ chapter, you decided to start your little project. You asked him to tell his classmates that if they were having trouble with a specific subject, they could come talk to you. And oh boy did they come.

The three subjects that seemed to get most people in trouble were Potions, DADA and Transfiguration. History of Magic and Charms had their reasonable amount of lost students too, with the other subjects having a little less. You noted everything in a parchment roll and started carrying it with you. Everytime a student came to you and said they were struggling with a subject, you wrote down their name and which subject. 

You were excited about your little project, but you realized you were spending less and less time with Oliver. It was already rare to have him all to yourself because of the Quidditch practices, but now it was nearly impossible. 

“We need to win this one,” he whispered to you during a class, “If we lose to Hufflepuff like we lost to Ravenclaw, our chances of winning the Cup are gone.”

“I know,” you whispered back, “I’m proud of you for working hard. But I miss you.”

“I promise you we’ll have more time after this game.” Oliver realized Professor Flitwick had his back to the students, so he put one arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you closer to him, “I miss you too. You’ve been quite busy.”

“I have a lot to do. My project has been getting more attention than I anticipated.”

“Your project?”

Professor Flitwick turned around and Oliver quickly removed his arm from your shoulders, you immediately missing the physical contact.

The teacher didn’t take his eyes off the students as he explained the assignment, which unfortunately meant you had to stop talking to Oliver unless you wanted to be called out in front of the whole class. 

Soon enough the Professor dismissed the students to have lunch. During meals was the only time you were sure you would meet with Oliver and be able talk to him, since this year you only had a few subjects together. Of course it also meant in the Great Hall you would be surrounded by friends and the entire school, so you couldn’t get as intimate as you two would like to. And when you had free time, you had to keep up with the vast amount of homework from your N.E.W.T.-level classes. Besides that, Oliver had Quidditch and now you had your project. So yeah, meals were kind of a big deal, but this time you had to use it for a different purpose.

As soon as you sat down at the Gryffindor table, you started talking to your friends and other older students about your project. You explained to them that you were starting group studies for the fifth-years’ preparation for the O.W.Ls. You asked if anyone could help as you needed a tutor for each group, that you divided by subjects: a group study for Potions, another one for Defense Against the Dark Arts, another for Transfiguration and so on. 

You were happy to see how many people volunteered to help, even though they had a lot of work themselves. You showed them your notes and started writing down who was going to teach what. You got Charms and was really excited to meet with your pupils.

A feeling of gratitude took over your heart as you put the parchment roll back in your bag. You didn’t notice, but Oliver watched you with a proud yet discrete smirk on his face. 

“That is your project?” he whispered to you as your friends chatted loudly.

You nodded, smiling at him. 

“What do you think?”

“You’re so kind, Y/N. I’m really proud to get to call you my girlfriend.”

Oliver thought no one would notice, but as soon as his lips touched yours, Lee Jordan practically yelled:

“We’ve been blessed!”

“Mom and dad!” one of your friends cried. 

You giggled, covering your eyes with one hand. Oliver blushed slightly, but that didn’t stop him from replying in a quite annoyed tone.

“You guys couldn’t pretend you didn’t see it, huh?”

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“Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye,” you waved at the last pupil as you both left the library after the first group study session. 

You felt so happy. Spending time with the fifth-years and seeing them encouraging and motivating each other made you feel slightly emotional, though, because it made you remember when it was you and your friends going through that together. It was how you and Oliver became closer. 

You smiled to yourself, remembering that you two shared your first kiss at the library late in the night, hiding from Madam Pince. 

“At last...” you heard the familiar voice behind you in the now empty corridor. You turned around and met the eyes of your boyfriend. He was just standing there, his hands inside his pockets and that usual proud smirk on his face. His smile only got bigger as you approached him and threw your arms around his neck while he placed his around your waist in a tight hug. “How was it?”

“Good,” you replied, still holding him tight, “They said I was saving their lives. A bit dramatic, I would say. But I really liked them.”

Oliver slowly let go of you so he could look you in the eyes. 

“That’s good to hear,” he said in a low voice, nodding, “But I missed you.”

“I thought you were with the team?”

“You did spend a lot of time at the library...” he smirked, “It rained. I cancelled practice. Been waiting for you in the common room for hours.”

“Oh... What time is it?” you frowned.

“It’s past curfew, that’s for sure.”

“Oh God, I totally lost track of time. I told Jamie I would only leave when he was done and I didn’t want to rush him, he was so close!” you explained, slightly excited about the student’s improvement.

“You’re cute,” Oliver smiled, “It’s okay. The common room is probably empty by now. We’ll have it all to ourselves.”

You bit your lower lip. “Is that so?”

He nodded, moving closer and pecking a brief, teasing kiss on your lips. 

“C’mon,” he whispered, taking your bag from your shoulder and hanging it on his own, intertwining your fingers together right after. 

Oliver was right. The common room was indeed empty. You felt thankful for the silence in the environment, after hours of listening to people talking. You weren’t complaining though, you had totally signed up for that! But it was still tiring.

You basically melted into the couch nearest the fireplace. Only now you could feel how tired you really were. Oliver placed your bag on the coffee table and sat down next to you. Without hesitation, you sat on his lap and rested your head on his chest. He seemed slightly surprised by your sudden change of position, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like it. He held you tight against him, wrapping his arms around you. It was amazing how comfortable both of you were like that.

“Hm,” you closed your eyes, “I missed this.”

“Me too.”

Taking advantage of the fact that his uncovered neck was really close to your lips, you placed a soft kiss there. Oliver instantly held you even tighter and you placed another kiss.

Your boyfriend started slowly playing with the ends of your hair as you kept softly kissing his neck. The atmosphere around you was perfect. You felt at peace. 

“I wish I could sleep with you...” you whispered in his ear.

“We could sleep here,” he thought out loud. 

“It wouldn’t be good for your back,” you shook your head. 

“You’re worried about that and not someone finding us here in the morning?” he smiled.

“Well, we’re not a secret. Everyone here knows you belong to me,” you teased, placing yet another kiss on his neck. 

When Oliver was about to reply, you both heard footsteps coming from the stairs to the dormitories. Your boyfriend sighed as you got off his lap to sit back on the couch. 

“Thought you weren’t worried about people seeing us like that,” he raised an eyebrow, jokingly.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, but you had a silly smile on your face. 

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Hey, Oliver,” you both heard the fifth-year boy greet you from the last step. 

“Hey, Jamie,” you waved at him from the couch, Oliver did the same.

“Didn’t expect to see someone here,” the boy confessed, looking down at his pyjamas, “Specially you two.”

“Don’t worry,” you shook your head, feeling a little weird with that ‘specially you two’.

“I actually came downstairs to pick up my book that I forgot here,” he said walking towards one of the tables, “I couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about that Charm I couldn’t do.”

“It’s understandable,” you nodded, “But you improved a lot today. I’m really proud.”

“Thank you,” the boy smiled, “Um... Since you’re here, Y/N, could you- could you show me how to do it one more time?” 

“Um... Sur-”

“It’s late, Jamie,” Oliver interrupted you, “Y/N is tired. And I’m sure you’re tired too, maybe you should go rest now. Tomorrow you’ll try again.”

Although Oliver was polite and gentle, he sounded firm. Jamie shyly agreed and thanked you once again, to which you replied with a ‘see you tomorrow’. 

As soon as the boy left, Oliver pulled you back to his lap. 

“That was a bit cold,” you commented. 

“Y/N, love, it’s past midnight. Your shift ended long ago.”

“Yeah, but... I feel bad,” you wrinkled your nose. 

“He’ll be just fine. Don’t worry.”

Your boyfriend slowly came closer and pressed his lips on yours. You kissed him back as gently. One of his hands was now on the small of your back, the other moving up and down your thigh. 

You placed your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, feeling your heart skip beats as your lips moved together. 

Unfortunately, since the two of you were very busy, none of you noticed the mumbling coming from the stairs and it was too late when you finally broke the kiss. 

“Beautiful!” Fred Weasley started clapping. 

“A work of art!” George agreed, also clapping. 

“Shh!” you brought your index finger to your lips, “You’ll wake the entire tower.”

“Why are you two up?” Oliver asked with a disapproval look on his face, “Tomorrow is going to be a long day. You guys should be sleeping.”

“We could say the same about you, Don Juan,” Fred remarked.

“Don’t think because you’re the captain you won’t have to work as hard,” George added with an authoritarian voice. 

“Never thought that,” Oliver replied. 

“Y/N, you’re good with Charms, aren’t you?” the younger twin asked, ignoring his captain. 

“No, she’s not,” Oliver answered before you had the chance, “She’s terrible at it. The worst I’ve ever seen.”

You bit your lower lip to hold back your laugh as you softly squeezed his shoulder.

“Wow. You call yourself her boyfriend?” Fred pretended to be shocked. “And to think that I shipped you,” he shook his head.

“Fine, just pretend we’re not here then,” George said.

“Yes, don’t look behind. We’re busy too,” his older brother agreed as they both walked towards the book shelf and started moving things around, their backs facing you and your boyfriend. You couldn’t see what they were doing exactly, but you knew it wasn’t something good. Well, at least not to the person that prank was destined to.

“Is it a curse?” Oliver whispered to you, “Are we cursed?”

“No,” you looked at him, “We’re blessed.”

“Maybe it’s both. I’m lucky to have you, that’s for sure, but... I wish we had more privacy. People always seem to be around and... staring.”

“You noticed it too?” you asked surprised.

“You can’t really not notice.”

“I wouldn’t say they’re staring, though. It’s more like they like to see us together.”

“Staring,” he concluded, making you chuckle.

“Can you blame them? You’re so hot,” you smiled, pressing your lips on his.

“You’re one to talk,” he smiled as well.

“Say you love each other!” George’s voice popped the bubble you two were inside. You both looked at the other side of the room and saw the twins watching you with smirks on their faces.

“Oh God,” Oliver sighed, his head falling back. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you whispered, although you were very amused, and took his hand in yous, dragging him out of the Common Room despite Fred and George’s protests. 

No need to say that night was the first time you slept together.

And the first time you got a detention too.

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#oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood fluff #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood fanfic #oliver wood fic #hogwarts #harry potter imagines #harry potter #harry potter imagine #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #random tag #I'm stupid

[coffeecomicsgalore]

Unveiled Love

Ladybug and Chat Noir have been fighting side by side for the better part of 10 years. Behind the mask, professionalism prevailed and identities were always meant to remain a secret. But when sexual tensions rise, will the thinly veiled masks finally fall? Or will the threats break their partnership in the end?

Written for Smutember 2020.

@smutember

Ao3

Chapter 1 – Dirty Talk

“You know LB. I can be a very purrsuasive kitty.” Chat Noir stated as he leaned back against the beam of the Eiffel Tower, his arm cushioning his head. One knee had been brought up to his chest with his arm laying comfortably over it, while the other leg swayed freely over the platform.  

“Hmm.” Ladybug hummed; her lips pursed as her eyes rolled.

“I’m serious! Do you know how many women (and men) try to capture my attention in my civilian form? But I can never spend any of my precious moments ogling anyone else besides you, of course.”

She let out a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. Ladybug looked out into the Parisian skyline and tried to spot out a few stars that managed to peek through the light pollution that veiled the sky. Her legs swayed over the platform like a metronome, her fingers tightly grasped the metal beneath her, and the slight breeze picked up some of the lonely strands of hair that had removed itself from her ponytail.

“Ego much?”

“Never, milady. I only speak in truths.”

Another eyeroll. “Sure, Chat.”

“I’m telling you. You wouldn’t be able to resist this panther.” He solidified that fact with a gesture of his body and a fanged snarl.

“Panther?” She snorted. “I can’t ever see you being more than just a house kitty. Me calling you a tom cat might be pushing it...” She looked back at him and eyed his posture for good measure. “Yeah. Just a basic housecat.”

“Meowch.” Chat stated, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “You really don’t believe I could talk dirty to you and make you enjoy every piece of this devilish charm, do you?”

Ladybug brought her knees up to her chest and stretched her arms over them. She then tilted her head and smirked. She watched as he licked his fangs like a cat before twitching his lips into a lopsided smirk. His thumb reached up to his bottom lip, dragging it slightly down as he let out a breathy chuckle of his own.

Chat had grown a lot over the last ten years. He started as the little boy who was slightly taller than her, had charming good looks, soft fluffy blond hair, and a knack for ill-timed puns. But as he grew, he transformed into this muscular adult – who managed to become a tall glass of water – with soft teased blond locks that was buzzed at the sides, and still had a knack for those ill-timed puns.  

But his sweet demeanor and precious smile always made her heart melt. She enjoyed spending every second with him, akuma or not. The little pieces of his life that she could learn about (without revealing too much of their civilian lives) were like little presents at Christmas and made her enjoy him even more.

Then of course with his growth of personality also included the growth of his physique. His suit left little to the imagination, with the skin-tight leather caressing every divot and swell that had formed as he aged.

And boy did he age well.

The definition in his back, to the swell of his ass, the barely-there bulge hiding whatever package god graciously gave him, his thighs big enough that could crack a watermelon if he put enough pressure between them, and his arms that could hold the world. She couldn’t deny how delicious he had grown.

And to her, he was just as sexy and tantalizingly delicious as Adrien fucking Agreste.

If only she could fuck Adrien Agreste, then maybe her dry spell would finally end. But until then, she will just keep ogling Chat’s body until she couldn’t take it anymore.

And she was really, really close to not taking it anymore.

“Fine.” She said quickly, turning her face back towards the skyline.

“Fine?” He asked, straightening his back as if it would help hear her better.

“You heard me. I said fine. Go ahead. See if you can charm this bug with your devilishly dirty words.”

Chat sat there, a little shocked over her sudden, but welcomed, challenge, and gave her one of his cheshire cat smiles.  

That smile. That devilish quirk that had her quivering in her panties anytime she saw it. Oh, how much she wanted to kiss that smirk off his face, licking and biting those lips until they swelled, taking him in as she held him close.

But until then, she’ll just tease him with words. It’s not like they could do anything more in their suits that wouldn’t compromise their identities. It was a pity that these identities had to remain a secret. Annoying mostly, but a pity. Her dreams would have to satisfy those needs instead.

And maybe her trusty vibrator.

While Ladybug tried to keep her heart from racing at the thought of Chat getting down and dirty with her, she missed the fact that he was now standing behind her. He didn’t want to spook her. Scaring her to the point that she would fall off the tower was not the best way to turn a lady on. Chat jingled his bell until she turned around and when she did, she let out a tiny gasp.

Chat sauntered over to her, his hips swaying while his belt tail swished behind him. He finally reached her and grasped onto her hands, bringing her up to stand. He took a step back and then stepped slowly around her, eyeing her up and down with a teasing smirk on his face.

Ladybug swallowed thickly, the anticipation turning her on more than she cared to admit. She didn’t move from her position, but her eyes followed him until he stopped behind her, and only her head turned enough to get a better look at him.

He leaned in to the shell of her ear and she momentarily halted her breathing. With a low and sultry voice, Chat started off with a muffled moan and it was in that moment that Ladybug realized there was no way she would be able to handle whatever he was going to say or do. Her legs started to tremble and her knees were ready to buckle.  

Chat let out a breathy chuckle.

“Already, milady? My, my my...” He began, taking one step closer so their body heat could mingle together in the breeze. He brushed one claw up and down her arm. “I haven’t even started and your losing yourself. I wonder how far I can go before you fall?”

“I- I-” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know.” He leaned in slightly further and caressed her suit, their bodies only millimeters apart. “Your suit leaves little to my imagination. The curves of your ass look delicious when you run across the rooftops. The way it moves as your speed increases. The way your breasts jiggle as you shift and turn...” He let out a moan and she returned his action by closing her eyes and leaning her head back onto his shoulder, letting out a whimper. “I’m glad my suit helps me keep my cock down, my dear bug, because I’d be showing off my goods every time I'm with you.

“But I can only imagine what your body looks like beneath it. How the warmth of your skin could tease mine. How your torso would fit perfectly under me. How perfect your open legs would be wrapped around my hips. The thoughts of me fucking you until you cum make me wet with want.” He let out a growl and Ladybug could feel her adrenaline spike. “How you would scream my name on your swollen lips as your pussy takes me in.”

“Chat...” She breathed. She couldn’t believe this cat could make her quiver enough to orgasm with words alone.

He made his way around to the front of her body, each step in addition to a verse of poetry. “I’ll touch you in ways you deserve to be touched.” Step. “Loved in ways you deserve to be loved.” Step. “Praise you and worship your body like a goddess on Mount Olympus.” He stopped as he stood face to face, carefully caressing her cheek with his index finger. He whispered. “Fuck you until you can’t stand for days.”

Ladybug let out a gasp and Chat held onto her elbows before she succumbed to the sudden weakness. He smirked.

“Alas, this house kitty must leave before his family calls the police for a missing pet.” He explained as he walked away from her, leaving her stunned in her place. “But no worries, milady. There’s more than this if you're willing to continue.”

Chat winked and withdrew his baton, extending it out over the rooftops and towards his way home. Ladybug finally fell to her knees and groaned into her hands.  

“Where's my damn vibrator when I need it.”

#smutember #smutember 2020 #lemon #Unveiled Love

[whitecrossgirl]

Pressure

AN: Ok I am totally blown away by the amazing feedback and support that I’ve gotten for my fics, seriously, you guys are amazing. I hope you enjoy this update.

College AU

After three years of study at the University of the Crownlands; there were some things that Brienne had learnt that would stay with her forever. Such as the ability to endure a two and a half hour lecture whilst dying of a hangover, how to marathon a whole season in one day and of course, how to survive on a diet of noodles, toast and alcohol. However as March came to an end and their various deadlines for their dissertations drew closer; there was also a simultaneous lesson on how different people handled the stress, pressure and realisation that despite studying a degree for three years; they felt absolutely clueless about their dissertation topic. Fun nights out and lazy days chilling out and joking around in lectures had been replaced with study sessions, frantic journal searching and panicked tutorial sessions which seemed to do more harm than good.

Brienne seemed to be coping the best out of her friendship group; at least she presented it that way. Her stress manifested itself in the form of insomnia and she was surviving off of Red Bull and coffee. Her housemate Bronn challenged his energy into obsessively cleaning the house. Her coursemate Sam had all but moved into the library. Her other housemate Daenerys was suffering from panic attacks and meltdowns at the mere mention of a deadline. Daenerys’ cousin Jon was issuing daily (sometimes hourly) threats of dropping out and moving to Dorne to become a stripper. Brienne’s boyfriend Jaime was channelling any stress and anxieties into being childishly annoying. Whereas his twin sister Cersei, well…

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU JAIME! DON’T THINK THAT I WON’T!”

Cersei chose violence.

Brienne could hear Cersei’s demonic shrieking as she walked around the side of the Lannister’s town house/mansion. Cersei was standing by the pool holding Jaime in a headlock. Jaime was trying to free himself but Cersei’s grip tightened and his face was turning purple. He seemed to be trying to choke out words but instead sounded like he dying.

“GIVE IT BACK OR I SWEAR TO THE SEVEN I WILL PULL YOUR HE- oh, hi Brienne,” Cersei said, looking up to see Brienne set her backpack on the ground. Jaime waved a hand at her. Or he was begging for help. As an only child. Brienne knew better than to get involved with a sibling fight.

“Hey Cersei,” Brienne replied as Cersei turned her attention back to Jaime.

“I WILL PULL YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK!” Cersei bellowed as Jaime managed to loosen his neck slightly.

“Alright you psycho, I’ll give it back.” Jaime rasped and Cersei promptly released her grip on him. Massaging his neck, Jaime crossed the garden towards where their gardener hand placed several large vases filled with flowers. Jaime reached behind one of them and produced a large, worn, slightly dirty stuffed elephant and walked back over the garden, offering it to Cersei. Cersei immediately grabbed the elephant, tucked it under arm and walked back inside without a word.

Brienne, who had in that time removed her shoes and socks and sat on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water, rolled her eyes at Jaime. “You just had to steal her Nellie-phant, didn’t you?”

“She was annoying me.” Jaime justified as he sat next to her. He grinned to himself and Brienne raised a hand in warning.

“Don’t even think about it.” Brienne warned. “How’s your work coming along?”

“Terribly but better than Edmure’s. he had his tutorial before me, poor bastard walked out in tears.” Jaime replied. Admittedly, he was terrified of failing his dissertation; in their final year, their dissertation was an entire unit of study, one of four they needed to complete and pass in order to graduate. He had always struggled academically, especially compared to Cersei and Tyrion and he wanted to do well, to show he could actually get through his education.

“Poor guy,” Brienne said. “Daenerys had another meltdown, she’s putting herself under too much pressure.”

“Yeah but everyone is. It’s stressful,” Jaime reasoned and Brienne shook her head.

“No, this time she wanted to burn all of her work. She’s not been this bad since the exams we had at the end of first year. She actually set the kitchen in our flat on fire, remember?” Brienne asked, remembering the time Daenerys had left a chip pan on and open while she tried to revise. That was when they had all learnt that it was true, chip pans did easily catch fire.

“Oh yeah, didn’t she get like 97% in that exam anyway?” Jaime asked and Brienne shrugged; it was hard to keep track but that did seem accurate. Daenerys put herself under a lot of academic pressure and although she always got a high result; it couldn’t be doing her mental health any favours.

“Honestly, it will be a miracle if we all get through the next few weeks without someone dropping out, getting arrested or institutionalised. Or all three.” Brienne said and Jaime laughed.

“It’ll definitely happen. Depends on who’s first.” Jaime quipped as the patio door opened and Cersei walked over to them, Nellie-phant still tucked under her arm. “What do you want?”

“Dad’s working late so Tyrion and I are ordering from Hot Pies. Do you want anything?” Cersei asked the two of them.

“What are you getting?” Brienne asked, Hot Pies was their favourite takeaway; it was a standard pizza/burgers/kebab place but it did the best food in the whole city.

“Tyrion’s getting a kebab, I’m getting a pizza.” Cersei replied.

“Get me a chicken burger, no lettuce. And some cheesy chips.” Jaime decided as Cersei tapped her phone screen.

“Brienne, you want anything?” Cersei offered.

“Can you get me a kebab as well please, just with mayo and chili sauce on it?” Brienne asked and smiled at Cersei. “Thanks.”

“No problem, I’ll shout when it’s here.” Cersei said and returned back inside. Jaime watched her go as Brienne smiled slightly.

“I never understood how the two of you go from trying to kill one another to ordering food like nothing happened.” Brienne stated as her phone began to buzz in her pocket.

“It’s a sibling thing.” Jaime dismissed. “Who is it this time?”

“Jon.” Brienne said, swiping the screen in order to call Jon and listen to him vent and remind him that strippers didn’t make that much money. Plus Tormund probably wouldn’t appreciate him going to Dorne. The stripping, yes, travelling anywhere more south than Kings Landing, hell no. It took about twenty minutes to calm Jon down and by the time she finished the call, she was feeling more than a bit irritated towards her friends.

Just because it seemed like she had her shit together, it in no way, shape or form meant that she actually had her shit together.

Jaime simply gave her a hug before pulling her to her feet, grabbing her bag and leading her inside. He didn’t even try to annoy Cersei, who was sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by textbooks, her laptop and was now cuddling her stuffed elephant while she looked up different journal articles on the library website. Jaime led Brienne into the lounge and sat with her on the couch, letting her lean against him as he teased her hair. He knew that everyone was dealing with more than what they usually did but Brienne was the one holding them together and none of them seemed to realise how much it took out of her. If they didn’t have Brienne reining them in, calming them down, soothing their anxieties; then they probably all would have done something reckless or stupid. From the beginning she had established herself as the Mum Friend; the one who got them home safe from a night out, comforted them in times of stress but also stopped them from going too far. Hell, if it wasn’t for Brienne and her unwavering support and encouragement, Jaime probably wouldn’t have even made it to his third year of uni.

“Is she alright?” Cersei asked, appearing in the doorway with Tyrion, both of them with food in their hands. Jaime looked down at Brienne and realised that she had dozed off. Her lack of sleep finally catching up to her.

“She’s fine,” Jaime replied. “Let her sleep.”

“We’ll put your food in the oven. Make sure she eats something.” Tyrion advised Jaime before he and Cersei left them in peace to eat their food. Jaime smiled down at Brienne and kissed her forehead. Brienne’s forehead crinkled slightly but she didn’t wake. Jaime carefully reached for his phone and opened their group chat. He debated putting a message telling everyone to deal with their own problems but instead, he closed out of the group chat and opened his browser instead. Jaime tapped something into the search bar and glanced at Brienne before looking at the results on the screen.

Engagement rings.

They were too young to be thinking about that stage of their lives; they were still only twenty one after all. They were yet to graduate, travel, build their careers, actually be full time working adults. They were too young for settling down with a marriage, a house and kids.

But maybe one day…

#game of thrones #fic #braime #jaime x brienne #brienne of tarth #Jaime Lannister #Cersei Lannister #college au

[thiswreckageivebecome]

As Long As It Takes (“The End.” -Part 25) (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Description: “I’ll wait for as long as it takes, as long as I get you at the end" You meet Sebastian Stan on the street in New York. What starts off as a fan encounter stretches to an unexpected coffee date and before long you’re caught up in a whirlwind and left with an internal struggle of what to choose.

Word Count: 4108

Warnings: Language.

Authors Note: As noted in the title, this is the final part to this story. Thank you for sticking with me through all of this. It has meant more than you’ll ever know. ALSO, in the process of moving my computer screen was destroyed so I’m trying to post all of this via the mobile app and we all know what a bitch that can be. Therefore, I apologize for the formatting issues that are found here. If it’s too annoying, you can find the story on Wattpad and AO3.

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The following eight months seemed to rush by, yet move as slowly as slime simultaneously. You worked on getting your things and your life, in many ways, packed up and ready to move into this new chapter of your life.

Sebastian had to assure you multiple times a week that everything would be okay. You knew it in your heart but starting over somewhere new brought you anxiety some days, not to mention that packing to move was the worst experience of your life. When Sebastian had free time, he came down to assist in packing. The majority of the time not much packing was done, but instead laying in bed binging television and just enjoying each other's company. There were some instances, however, when Sebastian did help. The two of you went through your things, things you had retained in your possession all the way back into middle and high school.

"I have hoarding tendencies if you couldn't tell by now," you told him one time after the two of you had spent the last three hours looking through one tub of letters and pictures from way back when. The memories had brought back happy tears to you and much laughter for both of you.

"I love you regardless and I will officially put into my vows that I'll never submit you for that hoarders show."

"Ha-ha," you said the words out stocatto-like, drenched in sarcasm. Soon enough, September was ending and Green Day was calling your name. You had just shipped the last few pieces of furniture to Sebastian's apartment, it still felt weird to say our apartment, when a honking horn was directed at you. You smiled when you saw your friends, Beth and Caroline driving up.  As you hopped in, Beth addressed you first, "ready to go drop some dollar bills!!!" You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Please, please, don't tell me you're actually taking me to a strip club for my bachelorette."

"You'll just have to wait and see," Caroline peeped in. The three of you headed to the airport to board your awaiting plane. When you landed, your friend Talley was waiting for you at the gate. You embraced as you hadn't seen each other in a year or so. You all headed out and to your awaiting vehicle which Sebastian has lined up for you. The limo took you to the hotel where you met Olivia who had flown in from LA to be a part of your wedding party. The five of you decided to nap before heading out for the evening. Sebastian knew you were off limits until the wedding Sunday but you still planned to facetime.

"Hey, babe," Sebastian practically hollered at you once the call connected. You had to rip your headphones out of your ears to avoid hearing damage. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he attempted to apologize, not thinking about the headphone not being back in your ears yet. You got the headphones positioned back in your ears and smiled at the screen while talking small.

"You're feeling good, huh?" You chuckled lightly. It was obvious the boys had already gotten started. Seb's eyes were glassy and he had that dorky, albeit very tipsy, smile you loved so much plastered on his face.

"Yeah! We're about to head back out. These dudes, I swear, (y/n), I love them so much." His face quickly sobered. "Not as much as I love you, of course!" His face lightened again.

You busted out laughing as quietly as you could so not to wake anyone already napping.

"Thanks for that. Make sure you tell every one I said hello." The next thing you knew your ears were hurting again before you could remove the headphones.

"GUYS! HEY GUYS!! (Y/n) SAYS HELLO!!" You just barely heard a chorus of "Hey, (y/n)!" in response.

"Babe, you're going to end up marrying a deaf woman if you keep it up."

"Shit. I'm sorry...again."

"It's okay. Well look, I'll let you guys go so you ca-"

"(Y/n), Chris wants to talk to you. Here he is." You heard the phone drop to the floor and the pickup amidst of "Damn, Sebastian. Hey, man. Why don't you go sit down for a minute. I'll bring you the phone when I'm done talking to (y/n) so you can say goodbye." You heard Seb agree before you heard Chris' voice.

"Hey, (y/n), how are you?"

"Oh, I'm good. Not quite as good as y'all are, though, it seems."

"Not as good as Sebastian and some of the other guys, you mean. I'm good. I've only had a beer or two thus far. Someone's gotta keep an eye on these fellas."

"Honestly, Chris, why am I not surprised?"

"At what exactly?"

"That you're taking it easy so that you can keep an eye out."

"Yeah, well. It seemed like the thing to do."

"Well, I appreciate it, Chris. I mean. It's still early and if they're already that tipsy, there's no telling how crazy the night is going to get." You paused, mind swirling as an unsettling thought crept in. Before you could stop yourself you said it aloud. "Sebastian must be getting really nervous about getting married."

"Hey, hold on just a second." You heard a door open and shut and a few more seconds of little sound.

"I wanted to step out where it's a little quieter so we can chat without distractions. Why do you say that? That Sebastian is getting nervous?"

"Just forget it. I honestly didn't mean to. It just appeared in my mind and transitioned to my mouth."

"Well, it clearly bothers you so I think I shouldn't forget it until we talk about it or you talk about it with someone. I would put Sebastian on the phone but honestly, I don't know how much good it would be with his alcohol-filled headspace right now."

"Chris, I really don't think I want to talk about it," you replied even quieter than before.

"You may not want to, but I really think you need to."

"Look, the thought literally just came out of nowhere because of him being so wasted so early. It just seems like a lot of alcohol very early in the evening. I know sometimes he tends to drown out his concerns with alcohol, not always, but sometimes. God, I make him sound like an alcoholic. He's not, Chris, and that's not how I meant it."

"I know, (y/n), I know."

"Maybe I'm the one that's nervous about getting married."

"No, I don't think you are. I feel like you've never been more sure of anything." His response couldn't help but make you giggle.

"You're right, actually."

"I thought so."

"For what it's worth, I think Sebastian feels the same way. I know I've told you before but I've never seen him this happy in my years of knowing him. I think he just is happy to be back together with his buddies he hasn't seen in a while and they were wanting to drink so he joined can.” He paused. "Man, I make him sound like a peer pressured teen." He started laughing and you joined him.

"You really did to be honest. Awww, teenage Seb. I wish I had known him then."

"Has Georgeta shown you the photo albums yet?"

"We've made it through his second year. That's it, though." He guffawed at this info.

"Well, the good news is, after Sunday, you'll have the rest of your lives to look through them."

"It'll probably take that long too," you giggled. A moment passed. "Thanks for talking with me about the irrational fear that creeped in for a moment. Everyone here is napping so I'd have no one else to talk to about it."

"Of course, (y/n), you're one of my best friends. That means we're here for each other. If you need to chat at anytime all you have to do is pick up the phone. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose I do, despite that I never really think to do so, honestly. That goes both ways. You know that, don't you?"

"I do. Oh God, I hope Sebastian doesn't hear because you realize we just both said 'I do''s, don't you?"

"Oh hell, we did didn't we?"

"Yeah, but I'll keep it on the down low." You laughed.

"Thanks, Chris. I was so worried you were going to show up and try to move in with me," you said sarcastically. "Granted, I'm unsure where you'd move into since I currently an homeless." You could practically hear his eyes rolling in his head.

"You're not homeless, dramatic."

"Well, technically I am still in transition. I'm just saying."

"In transition my ass. All of your shit is here and unpacked."

"No, it's not."

"The stuff you have in your suitcase doesn't count."

"No, but the majority of my stuff is still in boxes spread throughout Sebastian's apartment." He took a moment before answering.

"(Y/n), it's not, I swear to you. I have yet to see a box and I've been here all afternoon." You began to think and wonder because you had literally FaceTimed Seb before the girls picked you up and the only things you had shipped were furniture pieces so all boxes had already made it up there. In fact, Sebastian had tripped over a box of your things while you had been on the call.

"I don't understand." How in the world would he have gotten rid of all of the boxes.

"Hold on a sec." You heard rusting on Chris' end of the line. "Oh shit," you heard him say quietly and you could almost see him looking down in frustration. "(Y/n), I'm so sorry. I think I just ruined a surprise."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I think Sebastian unpacked everything for you and had already put it around the apartment. I bet he wanted you to feel right at home and wanted to surprise you by having everything unpacked when you guys got back. He's already separated his closet and one side is all of your clothes. Shit, (y/n), I'm so sorry."

Your eyes began to tear up, touched by how thoughtful and time consuming this gesture had to have been. He must have only had a few boxes left when you had FaceTimed.

"Oh, Chris. It's okay." You sniffled.

"Oh, God, please don't cry. I feel like shit already."

"No!! No, it's not that. I'm not upset. I'm just touched by his gesture."

"Oh, thank God. I was worried for a minute there."

"Well, look, I need to get off of here and take a nap. Thank you for keeping an eye on him, all of them, tonight. I really appreciate it, Chris. You have no idea how much I do. I know we're not supposed to see each other before Sunday but will you please let me know if anything happens and I need to be there? Or if you need backup because I feel like it's gonna get pretty rowdy."

"Well, you may be right about that, but I can handle it."

"Chris. You have Seb, Mackie, Chase, and Chu. Just those alone are enough to cause concern. Let alone the other four.” Chris busted out laughing in response.

"That is very true. Okay, I'll call if I need backup, I promise."

"Thank you. Also, don't take this the wrong way because I love all of them, but for God's sake don't let Seb promise anyone another spot on the groomsmen team. Please promise me that."

"I got you, (y/n). I'll keep them in line and out of the groomsmen line," he said chuckling.

"Thank you, Chris. Seriously, all joking aside, thank you. I forever owe you for all of this."

"Don't mention it."

"Don't mention what?" You teased.

"Oh okay, smartass. Let me go tell Mackie you added him to the wedding party."

"Shit. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You both began to laugh again.

"Alright, well I'll let you go so you can nap and I can check on the boys. It's awful quiet out there."

"Yeah, you better go, then. I’ll talk to you later and thanks again."

"Anytime, see ya."

You quickly fell asleep. The next thing you knew, you were being awoken by Caroline and Beth jumping up and down on your bed.

"Damn, you guys." You tried to remain serious but couldn't stop yourself from grinning.

"Let's party!!!" They dragged you out of bed and quickly into an almost endless night of fun. After brunch you all finally headed back to the hotel to rest. Vegging out with plenty of laughs, catching up, and chick flicks were all in order on the night before you married the man of your dreams. Sunday came and the wedding went off without a hitch, surprisingly. You all danced the evening away before Sebastian and you headed out for your two-week honeymoon on a 2am flight.

Your honeymoon was spent traveling through Italy, Romania, and the Philippines. Before you both knew it, it was time to return to your home in NY. Sebastian still had a few weeks off of work so you two spent practically every moment together. Once he was down in Atlanta, you decided that you'd begin a job hunt, looking for something part-time. It worked out that Sasha happened to need some extra help around the shop so you stepped in. Since Sasha knew the inner-workings of you and Sebastian's relationship, the job at the shop gave you something to do and some income while he was away yet the freedom to visit him when it was convenient for the both of you. About a year and a half after you were married, you surprised Sebastian on set in Greece.

"Babe!!!" He exclaimed entering his trailer, running to you, picking you up, and spinning you.

"Sebastian," you squeezed his neck, "oh, I've missed you...so fucking much." You kissed him as he released you back to the floor.

"Oh, that goes both ways," he quietly replied after your lips parted. You both smiled softly but only for a moment. "So, babe! What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Ahm, Sebastian, babe. It's called a surprise," you responded sarcastically.

"Oh, thanks for the info. I had no clue." He rolled his eyes back at you.

"I just missed you!"

"Well, I'm so fucking psyched you're here. How long are you here for or is that a surprise too?" Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

"No, that's not a surprise. I'm only here a couple of days. I have to be back to work on Monday." Seb's face dropped a little bit. "Sure I can't call Sasha and work something out?"

"Don't call her. She doesn't know I'm here."

"What?" His eyes grew in size. "You didn't tell Sasha something? Since when?"

"Oh, hush!"

"I'm serious!! You told her about that one night that I had to go to the doctor the next day after what we did. It was like you couldn't wait to laugh at me behind my back. Actually I take that back, you laughed in my face. It was like you couldn't wait to have other people laugh with you." You attempted not to bust out laughing in his face once again. "Go ahead, laugh. I can tell you want to. Your face is about to turn purple from you holding it in." You complied and had to bend over as you couldn't stop laughing. He took your arm to keep you from tumbling over. Once you caught your breath again, you leaned back up, thanking him for the laugh and for steadying you.

"Okay, so a little bird told me you get off around seven tonight?"

"Who've you been talking to?"

"A little bird. I just said that."

"Well, you're right so you must have been talking to someone important or at the least, correct," he laughed.

"So dinner tonight?"

"Of course. Then a little dessert?" He winked seductively. "Actually, how about a lot of dessert? Maybe a couple of dessert trips?" He waggled his eyebrows at you. You slapped his chest.

"Stop, Seb. I get it, okay."

"I mean, it's been a month."

"Seb, I get it!" He pulled you by the hips to him, your face flushing.

"Okay, I'll stop...talking about it. But is it a possibility?"

"Dessert is a possibility."

"Wait. Just to be clear...dessert or," his voice dropped to a gruff tone, "dessert?"

"It'll be a surprise." He smiled, reading your mind. No surprise would be had that night. The next morning, however, Sebastian had a big, slightly prankish, surprise waiting for him. He had left you asleep in the hotel suite and headed to work. He stepped up to his trailer on set to go in and get ready, or so he thought. When he opened the door, about 30 pink plastic bodies slid out of the trailer. He was shocked but then he realized what the pink plastic bodies were. He couldn't see anything but plastic bodies inside his trailer.

"Surprise!!!" You shouted behind him about 10 feet off. He spun around quickly, jaw dropped in shock.

"Wait. What??" He said as a ponderous smile began to spread across his face and his eyes ignited with joy. "Are you saying???"

You simply nodded with a painful cheeky grin. He ran to you, picking you up into a bear hug lifting you off the ground in the process.

"We're going to be parents!!!" He shouted for anyone in earshot to hear. Little did he know most everyone on set already knew as you had roped them into helping you with the surprise. Everyone came out of the woodwork, or rather, from behind trailers, props, and inside the building, clapping and cheering, passing on their congratulations.

Later that evening after Sebastian got off of work, he rushed back to the hotel but when he walked in you were asleep. He fixed himself some breakfast for dinner. As he turned around to plate the food, he saw you standing next to the island.

"Shit. Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry."

"Sebastian, it's okay. I didn't mean to fall asleep, it just happened. I wanted to be awake when you got back."

"Are you hungry?? I'll fix some food real quick...for both of you." You smiled and walked leisurely to him, putting your arms around his back and interlocking your fingers behind him.

"I think we're fine for now. We ate a lot earlier. Thank you, though. We both appreciate it."

Sebastian lowered himself to one knee and placed his hand on your stomach despite that no one could really tell you were pregnant yet.

"I can't believe you're here, little one," he said caressing your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair as he continued to speak softly to the baby and sneaking butterfly kisses here and there.

"You're going to make a great dad, you know."

"You're going to make an even better mom."

"We shall see. I have said for about seven years now that the only way I'd have kids was if they were yours. I couldn't deprive the world of little Sebastians running around."

"I can't wait to meet her."

"You want a girl," you asked incredulously. He stood up to his full height and pulled you close.

"Yeah, I want the world to have a little you running around." You shook your head and chuckled lightly into his chest.

"I love you, Sebastian." After a moment, his hands moving to your arms and leaning you back quickly he exclaimed,

"Wait! So you're telling me, you knew you were pregnant...and we did ....what we did last night!?" You burst out laughing.

"Seb, you can have se-" his hand flew over your mouth stopping your sentence short.

"Shhh!! She doesn't need to know about," he whispered and then softened his whisper even more to finish, " s-e-x yet." You couldn't help but giggle at how silly he was being and he removed his hand.

"Seb. Babe. Stop." You continued laughing. "You're being ridiculous."

"How long have you known?"

"A couple of weeks."

"So...you mean the last time we...before last night, of course."

"A month and a day ago, yes." You grinned.

"I just can't believe this. I'm as happy as I've ever been."

"Me too, babe. Me too."

You went back home. After another couple of months, Seb was home and on hiatus from work for the following two years. In the meantime, he didn't miss a moment of your pregnancy, the child, Sophia Faye Stan coming into this world, or her first year of life. After Sophia had passed the age of three, Sebastian and you began trying again and it wasn't long before soon you were pregnant again. This time you got the little Sebastian you had been hoping for. Mihail Stan was born in May two months to the day before his sister's fourth birthday. Sebastian continued to work but it was less frequent typically only working a couple of months a year and limiting PR so that he could spend time with you and the kids. Your little family purchased two homes, both near enough to either side of the family so that the kids could know their grandparents better. Your family spent three-fourths of the year in NY as it had become your home since moving and the remainder of the time in NC with trips down in between visits. After Mihail had gotten to the age of two it worked out that a new child came into the family but by adoption this time. Rosamie Sampaguita Stan came into your lives on December 22nd. Adopted from an orphanage in the Philippines, Rosamie was dropped off at the orphanage and no one had been able to track down her parents for the past year of her life. She brought so much joy and a feeling of wholeness to your little family.

By the time the kids got to high school, Sebastian decided to limit his work even more. He stuck to jobs that would be local and didn't require travel. You continued your photography business you started after Rosamie turned six. Sophia pursued acting, like her father, but studied at Syracuse. Mihail grew up loving animals and became a veterinarian, moving to North Carolina to attend vet school at NC State. He graduated with honors and moved to Boone to open his own practice. Rosamie remained close to you. She loved to dance and after studying dance at Juilliard, she opened up her own studio downtown, purchasing a home just a few blocks from the quaint two bedroom home you and Seb downsized to after she graduated college.

The remainder of your days were spent with joy and love. You welcomed the sons-in law and daughter-in-law and adored the grandchildren you were blessed with. It was a beautiful 45 years of wedded bliss.

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I can't believe it's finally over. A part of me has died as I have enjoyed writing this story so much. Thank you to all of those who read and enjoyed. I'm eternally grateful for your kind words and eyes. I want to quote "Chuck Shurley/a prophet/ God" in Supernatural to finish everything out:

"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always going to be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you they're a raging pain in the ass...So what's it all add up to? It's hard to say...No doubt, endings are hard. But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?"

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[arielmagicesi]

often when a series ends and especially when there is such a show-stopping ending, before I can analyze how I feel, I have to first list everything that actually happened. Now I don’t know if Steven Universe is actually over but I just. what the fuck that was too much I didn’t have time to react before getting slapped with something else

spoilers below obviously

I was tempted to start listing from the point of “Gem Drill” because I’ve heard that only a year has passed since then and I mean, what a fucking wild year for poor Steven. I’m also tempted to start listing from “A Single Pale Rose” because shit moved FAST starting from there. But I’m just gonna list everything that happened in “Change Your Mind.”

It’s kind of what makes me suspect that this is the final episode of the entire series, because although plot pacing has been accelerating throughout the entire series (going from “Steven learns how to bubble” taking 10 episodes, to “diamond showdown” being a minor subplot of 1) and although the plot pacing went super-speed for this whole diamond arc, this episode shoved EVERY LAST THING IN.

stuff that could’ve waited (Lars and Sadie’s reunion) and stuff that should’ve taken vastly longer if it even should’ve happened at all (White Diamond’s lightning-speed reformation) was all put into one episode. now, it was deftly combined, and I liked almost every individual part, and there was some possibly-unintended comedy to it all (”she’s GOOOOONE!!!!” and White Diamond demonstrating the big ship’s pussy-out look, etc) but holy hell I would have loved for it to have gone at a slower pace so that they could have explored some of the stuff.

[also, my ability to react to things is lessened. meeting Sunstone would’ve been, I’m not joking, the highlight of my week just two years ago. now it wasn’t even the coolest of the fusions we met, and meeting the fusions was an incredibly minor point in the episode. also i have other things in my life now lol]

obviously, part of this pacing is due to the airing schedule of the show. on a normal airing schedule, I’d feel emotionally exhausted- this would have been, what, a month after the Pink-Diamond-is-Rose-Quartz reveal? but because this show airs in the dumbest way possible, we have like five hundred years between plot points. however, Steven did not? Pearl did not? Garnet did not? CONNIE did not? how the fuck are they getting along?

secondly, this was all in one episode, so yeah holy shit, some whiplash occurring for this here viewer

(one final note: I now take back getting annoyed that we got Watermelon Moana last week because it was so gentle compared to this)

anyway, my promised list of Crazy Shit that happened in one 40-minute episode:

1. Steven gets a flashback that tells him about a previous transgression of Pink’s, where we meet some other aliens. pointing to an old rebellion?

2. we see another Steven identity crisis with him flashing through Steven-Pink-Rose

3. Steven convinces Blue Diamond that she’s abusive and she immediately realizes the error of her ways and decides to help him and Connie out. (also, Connie talks to Diamonds a lot, I love her. damn girl)

4. we retrieve the bubbled Crystal Gems

5. Yellow and Blue have a big public diamond showdown

6. we discover that Yellow Diamond has emotions and tears, and feels pressured. shocking. if only the planets she’d colonized had thought to sit her down and chat

7. Yellow decides to join Steven’s side as well

8. they make a plan to escape via the leg-ship

9. White Diamond decides to show up and do her Creepy Act and she lands her big torso on the legs (confirming the obvious theory that the ships act as one big body)

10. Diamond Showdown Part 2, where Yellow and Blue attempt to fight White

11. Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot return. We see Lapis and Peridot’s new forms.

12. Bismuth has fixed the arm ships and upper-cuts an upper-crust for the first time in her life in a really cool way.

13. Steven manages to say words to White Diamond, and so do Yellow and Blue.

14. White Diamond GREY-IFIES BLUE AND YELLOW DIAMOND

15. which also means we find out exactly what the fuck is wrong with White Pearl (also may I say, this is something I wrote about in my fic, accessible on my AO3, linked in my About)

16. Steven falls dramatically with the gems of his friends in his arms

17. Steven finds out he can (and decides to) retrieve gems from their gems by fusing with them

18. We see Smoky Quartz form mid-air

19. We see Amethyst’s new form

20. Steven fuses with Pearl for the first time ever, and we see Rainbow Quartz 2.0 for the first time

21. We see Pearl’s new form

22. We see what a pink diamond/rose quartz forms with a garnet for the very first time

23. Steven’s own first fusion with Garnet

24. Sunstone attempts to start shit with the giant robot

25. We see Garnet’s new form

26. Bismuth presents the replacement for the Sword of Rose Quartz, as a gift to Connie

27. We see the full-blown temple fusion for the very first time ever

28. Steven has his first fusion with all the Crystal Gems

29. We meet Obsidian and she succeeds in starting shit with the giant robot

30. We see Bismuth, Peridot, Lapis, and Connie all contribute to the fight and survive horrifyingly dangerous scenarios. (still gotta wonder what the HELL Connie’s mom was thinking... she went from not letting her kid watch inaccurate TV shows to letting her nearly die countless times in outer space at the hands of alien dictator robots)

31. let me just add, I <3 Connie and she deserves the world. bravest kid in the universe

32. the Crystal Gems find a way to invade the robot

33. the four main Crystal Gems face up against White Diamond herself and her grey-ified pearl and grey-ified fellow diamonds

34. White reveals a bit to us via villain-monologue that we probably could’ve guessed already: she wants every gem to be flawless, to be identical to her essentially yet subservient- which she considers to be synonymous with flawlessness- and her theory about the way the colors of the diamonds informs their personalities. Including that Pink is part of White, despite White’s dislike of this fact.

35. White grey-ifies the Crystal Gems

36. Connie arrives, also fully ready to fight this bitch

37. the grey-ified Crystal Gems restrain Steven and Connie

38. Steven gets to have that full-fledged conversation he wanted with White, I guess

39. BIGGEST ACTUAL REVEAL OF THE EPISODE: We find out what happens when Steven’s gem is removed from his stomach!!! that’s been a question since episode ONE I think

40. we get to see a Pink Steven and a Human Steven, which is pretty cool. I compare it to what might happen if you got split into What You Got From Your Dad and What You Got From Your Mom

41. this is just my theory, but we find out, I think, that Steven’s general strength in everyday movement comes from diamond strength and that he turns weaker than a baby without it, which makes sense because he’s always had it

42. White Diamond attempts to grey-ify Pink

43. we find out, as Pink Steven so eloquently says, that Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz really, really is gone. she died in childbirth essentially. I think he might someday manage to access her full memories but I don’t think that persona is ever returning

44. we see what Steven’s bubbles/shield would look like in full diamond form

45. the badass scene of Connie CARRYING STEVEN TO HIMSELF?

46. we discover that either Steven is the most special boy ever, or White’s powers are no match for love or some shit

47. we get to see Steven...  fuse with himself?

48. everyone gets un-greyified. Including White Pearl. the white-pearl-is-old-pink-pearl theory is confirmed, though I think it may have been in a flashback in “Familiar” and hinted at during Steven’s flashback at the start of the episode when Blue said “she’ll take away your pearl”

49. we see Steven/Pink’s full empathy powers in play, I think? that’s what happened when he pink-ified the whole group? INCLUDING WHITE?

50. Steven gives White Diamond one of his lightning-round therapy sessions, and she decides to Be Nice Now, Actually

51. that’s right. THERE ARE NO VILLAINS I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND

52. the ENTIRE GROUP GOES TO EARTH

53. meaning that White leaves Homeworld (and “her own head”) for the first time in eons, according to the other Diamonds anyway

54. we get to see Sadie and the Cool Kids’ new looks. minor I know, but Jenny looks great in a suit!

55. also minor but cool: they’re covering “Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart”

56. for the second time in like 2 weeks, Diamond Ships interrupt a townwide Beach City gathering

57. we find out that Beach City is full of fucking idiots who thought that the ship was like, a grand finale to the concert? instead of full-on panicking mayhaps? cause every time this shit happens it usually leads to mayhem?

58. the Off-Colors, coincidentally, finally arrive on Earth at the exact same time

59. Lars meets Lion for the first time as Pink Zombie Brothers

60. Lars and Sadie reunion, in which we also find out that Sadie is like a legendary figure for the Off Colors

61. THE OFF COLORS MEET THE FUCKING DIAMONDS

62. Greg and Steven reunite

63. The Diamonds meet and finally heal the Centipeedles

64. The Diamonds visit Rose’s fountain and get it working as a four-diamond extravaganza event

65. every gem from the temple is brought there to be healed. we see the healing of, I assume, p much every monster we’ve met

66. we get to see the Heaven and Earth Beetle, who are pebbles too, and lesbians!

67. callback to the memories of the four Diamonds having swimming pool time

68. Jasper gets healed and naturally tries to destroy Steven immediately, then looks up to see all three of her diamonds. She and Amethyst get to bond, I guess.

69. Callback to the intro itself with the “We Are the Crystal Gems” song and all the new Crystal Gems chilling on the beach

70. New song, “Change Your Mind” and it’s cute obviously

My feelings on the episode? So besides what I wrote above the list, re: whiplash, I think that from a realistic standpoint and a writing-fantasy standpoint, it is some wild shit. For all three diamonds to achieve a FULL redemption arc in one episode? Too much. For there to be NO villains? Come on. And for the lesson to be, we should just give heartless dictators love and they’ll grow hearts? Worrying.

However, as I reached the end of the episode, I thought about a time in high school when my teacher asked me which superpower I’d want, and then annoyed the class by seeming morally superior by saying he’d want to speak every language. Thinking on it later, I thought- I’d want more than every language. I’d want the ability to TRULY understand others, and to make them TRULY understand me- and each other. Because yes, OF COURSE every conflict can be boiled down to a lack of understanding, a lack of empathy. If we had superhuman empathy on our side, we really could do away with violence. But in the real world, we don’t have superhuman empathy, we just have regular empathy, and some don’t even try to use that. So saying “have a little empathy for your oppressors” is ghoulish.

But Steven DOES have superhuman empathy. In fact, all the Diamonds do. Blue can make others cry, White can make others be identical to her, and Yellow can give others fear and command. And they use it only for evil. But Pink can make others understand. And she had only used it for frivolous things until she finally combined with a non-gem life form. Then, human empathy met superhuman empathy, and did what it had to do. THAT is how Steven defeated the Diamond Reign of Terror.

That being said: I don’t know if the target audience of kids really caught that nuance, considering that the episode went so fucking fast. Additionally: some of that superhuman empathy could’ve been pointed at the legions of crushed, oppressed little gems- which I know it was- but the focus was SO intensely on, like, “poor Yellow never got enough credit for being SO good at imperialism!”

So yeah. Both writing-wise, pacing-wise, plot-wise, message-wise... I did love it, as I do the whole show, but I also thought it could’ve benefited from some space, some criticism, and some better organization down at Cartoon Network’s scheduling department.

Art-wise, well I’m not an animation expert, but Obsidian can get it <3 and I loved the designs for everything.

Character-wise... I’ll have to think on it more.

OK THE END I’M DONE REACTING TO STEVEN UNIVERSE. SHOW’S OVER

#steven universe #su spoilers #change your mind #written by me #this is a mammoth essay that i wrote on the spot. feel free to skip or skim

[i-am-a-mes]

Love Uncovered - Chapt. 2

Plot: The story is set in 1920s London, where Tom Hiddleston is put on the case of Y/N Chudwell’s husband murder. Will he solve it? Will she keep her social status? Or will they uncover something even bigger?

Warning: None, I think?

Thanks to my darling @jj-trickster for being my beta!

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Chapter 2:

He was sitting at his desk in his office at the police station, looking at the crime scene photos from the Chudwell case. The coroner’s report showed that Lort Chudwell died around 4 am in the morning by a close range gunshot through his heart.

At least he died quickly Tom thought to himself.

As he was looking through the notes of the case, and sipping on his tea, he overheard some chatter outside his door.

“Of course Inspector Hiddleston got that case. He is so pretentious and this will only bring him higher up on that pedestal of his! Hmpf!”

“Well maybe that flucy Lady Chudwell will help him loosen up… heard she is a real wild one..”

The three police officers talking, burst out in laughter.

Tom was used to this talk, but he did not like the way they talked about Lady Chudwell, so he placed himself in the door with the case folder in hand.

“Ahm…!” His low voice broke the laughter and the three officers looked at him with their smiles fading.

“Inspector…” They said and nodded, returning to whatever they were doing before. Just as Tom was turning to return to his office, he saw somebody in the Superintendent’s office across the room. He stood there for a while, until Richard Y/L/N walked out as he shook Superintendent Johnson’s hand.

“I have my best man on it, sir, and it will be solved quickly, I promise you that”

Richard looked at Tom, and nodded slowly. After he left, Tom’s Superintendent called him into his office.

“So Tom, as you just saw, Mr. Y/L/N was in here and talked about the case of Lord Chudwell’s death. Well, we need this to be solved fast, besides Mr. Y/L/N’s pressure, there is also the Duke who is putting a lot of heat on this. So what have you got so far?”

Tom felt annoyed by the people interfering with his work. If he could just solve this on his own terms and alone, it would be so much better.

“Well sir, he was killed by a gun close range around 4 am. From the scene it appears that the killer went in and out of the door. No sign of break in or hurry to leave. He must have known that he would not be disturbed and known his way around the house.”

Johnson looked intently at Tom and nodded when he was finished. “How about the wife? Lady Chudwell, what did she have to say?”

“I haven't had the chance to talk to her yet. Her father whisked her away rather quickly, and she seemed in a state of shock at the moment. I only have a brief statement that the first responding officer took.

He read from a piece of paper

“Lady Chudwell entered the office around 9 am, after a knock and no answer from her husband. She saw the bloodstain first and then the victim. She does not recall anything but that”

“Well we need more than that Inspector. Go talk to her and the staff at the Chudwell’s”

Johnson said this as he lit a cigar.

Tom had the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he was going to do that, he was not a rookie officer. But he just nodded and left.

He knew that Lady Chudwell had more answers about her husband.

He drove up to the gigantic mansion that stood in all its perfect glory. He parked the car and went to knock on the door. A butler type man answered the door in his crisp black and white suit.

“Yes, how can I help you sir?” He said in a stiff tone

“I’m Inspector Hiddleston. I have some questions for Lady Chudwell about her husband’s murder”

The butler eyed the Inspector up and down, and with a stuck-up nose he let Tom enter. He guided him to a tea parlour.

“Lady Chudwell will be with you in a moment. Wait here”

While he waited, he looked around the room. Noticed all the little trinkets and very exotic looking items around the room. Above a big marble fireplace hung a giant portrait of Lady Chudwell. She was lying on a chaiselong wearing a over-the-top pearl embroidered dress holding a massive ostrich feather fan. Who has a painting like that of themselves? Jesus Christ! Tom thought this to himself while studying the painting.

“Wonderful isn’t it? Painted by a Parisian painter I met in Morocco” Her soft voice broke the silence. Tom turned around to find Lady Chudwell standing by a chair, wearing black silk dress with fur details at the sleeves, and quite a low cut neckline, that accentuated her elegant form. Her hair was styled in an updo resembling the modern short hairstyle.

“Mr. Hiddleston right?” She stood proud and effortless, pointing him to a chair to sit in

“Yes, that is correct, Mrs. Chudwell”

“Lady Chudwell” She interrupted with a soft smile

“Of yes of course. Sorry, Lady Chudwell. I’m here because..”

She interrupted him again

“Do you want some tea, Inspector?”

Tom was a bit annoyed by the interruption and frowned, and even before he could answer, she had already called for her butler

“Albert, yes, I think we need some tea and bring some of those wonderful Turkish delights. I think the Inspector could use something exotic and sweet on this day” She flashed him an ever so charming smile, and the butler bowed as he left.

“So you need to ask me some questions?”

Tom frowned again, and cleared his throat.

“Ahm. Yes, if you don’t mind.” He took out his notepad and pen.

“Well, I do actually, but I will agree to it anyway, since I want to find the man who murdered my beloved husband” She shifted in her seat and was noticeably uncomfortable about the situation. She was not used to this interfering with her life, and if she wanted eyes on her, it should be because of her outfits, not for pity or gossip.

“Let’s get started then. When was the last time you saw your husband alive?”

Tom began, and of course before she could answer the tea and sweets were being served. Albert was about to pour the tea, when Y/N took over and sent him on his way. As she poured the hot tea, she looked at the Inspector.

“Hmm, let me think. Oh yes, the last time I saw William was at the ball we threw the night before. It was wonderful. We had the most delicious cheese from France, and a new type of champagne. It was quite the success!”

Tom took a sip of his tea before he scribbled on his pad.

“But yes, William… hmm.. Oh yes I saw him chatting and mingling with our guests, and we danced together a couple of times. I think the last time I saw him was when he spoke with three gentlemen. It must have been somebody from his business, because I have never seen them before.”

Tom looked at his notes and then at her. She was taking a sip of her tea and was offering him some of the Turkish delights.

“Here, you must try one, Inspector. They are absolutely divine!”

He looked at the coated sweets, and held his hand up in decline. She shrugged and took one for herself.

“Those three men, did you hear what they were talking about?”

“No, the music was kinda loud and I thought it was just boring business chat. He is so busy.. I mean.. Was so busy”

All of a sudden her perfect facade faded away for a bit, and she stared blankly into her teacup.

“Lady Chudwell?”

She looked up at him with wet eyes.

“Ah yes, more tea?” And just like that she was back to being the elegant hostess.

Tom nodded and began another question.

“Do you have any idea who works at Lord Chudwell’s business?”

She shook her head.

“Oh no, not really. I think his father, the Duke, does”

Tom noted every word and took a sip of his tea.

“Do you know anybody who had reason to hurt your husband?”

“No, I certainly do not. He was a good man! Why anyone would want to hurt that sweet man is an utter mystery to me!”

Her voice was stern but cracked with every few words. The tears were almost spilling over the brim of her eyes. Tom handed her his handkerchief, which she accepted as she placed it softly in the corner of her eyes, trying to soak up any tears that may have spilled.

“I think I’m done for today, Mr. Hiddleston. I don’t have anymore to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have a funeral to plan”

Tom nodded and helped her up from her seat. Her hands were soft as rose petals and her scent hit his nose with a breeze of sweet notes.  

“Thank you for your time. Allow me to offer you my condolences.”

Y/N looked into his baby blue eyes, and wondered if this man could really help her.

“Thank you, Inspector. Albert will show you out”

As Tom sat behind the wheel of his car, he processed the new information. Those three men must know something, and it was clear that an interview with the Duke was a necessity. Even though he saw the vulnerability in Lady Chudwell, he still believed her to be a spoiled socialite who didn’t have a clue about anything revolving her husband’s business.  

After the interview with the ginger blonde Inspector, Y/N felt exhausted and grief ached in her heart. She wandered around the library trying to find comfort in her books. But every time she sat down with a chosen book, she felt restless. Eyes wandering to the door of her late husband’s office. Gnawing on her cheek, she went back and forth in her mind whether or not to enter. Finally it became too much for her. She slowly turned the door handle and entered the dark office. She hadn’t been in there since she found him. A short flash of his face came to her mind, and she stopped in her tracks. After a few deep breaths she continued around the room. The carpet where he was lying had been removed by the police. Gently, she traced her fingers along the mahogany desk and looked at the papers and gold pen set placed on top.  She sat down in the big chair behind the desk and took in the smell of William that had etched itself into the room. Why did he have to die? Why William? Who did this to him? As the thoughts crawled around in her mind, a single tear fell on her cheek.

She knew she had to be strong, she had a reputation to uphold and she knew her father wanted her to find a new husband sooner rather than later. Even though she had a title and money, she still did not have any kids to secure these things. Both sides of the family were not happy that she and William had not produced any kids. Y/N was not keen on kids, she loved the parties and having fun. Kids were just not something she needed in her life. But she knew that it was a must and almost a law in the Chudwell family. An heir is a must. So now she had no husband and no child to secure her place in the family or their money.

She had always done what was expected of her and what her father wanted her to do. She thought she had hit the jackpot with William. A man she really liked, handsome, rich and with a title. Why did he have to die?!

As she sat there and let herself sink deeper and deeper in thoughts, she suddenly noticed something odd in the bookcase behind the desk.She frowned as she saw her favorite book of love poems standing between all the atlasses and books on import and export. She stood up and took it down. As she opened it, a small note fell out of the pages. Y/N picked up the note that had landed at her feet. The handwriting was that of her husband, and it said:

My love, if you have found this note, I might not be with you anymore. All I can say is trust nobody, not even family, and that you were my one true love. William

She quickly closed the note and took the book with her, and hastily went to her room. What did he mean trust nobody, not even family? She read the note over and over again. She had always learned that family was the only one you could trust.

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[nadiineross]

Chlodine with kids!!!!!! Maybe Nadine’s little siblings I can imagine her having a huge family. Or Chloe having a secret son or daughter from her more wild days and Nadine not finding out for like years and being like !!!

imma do nadines family bc my thoughts on chlodine + kids are Complicated and also someone else wrote a fic abt chloe w/ a secret kid im waiting on an update !!! lots of e•mo•tions

this got rly long

Chloe Frazer is, without a doubt, an only child. Nadine had never assumed anything else and would’ve been very surprised if she learned otherwise, but as it stands, this is not the case. 

Nadine, on the other hand, has four siblings. She’s the oldest, having the responsibility of inheriting Shoreline and bearing the brunt of her father’s expectations. He wasn’t a bad father, all things considered. Sure, he had his faults like everyone does, but he never neglected her nor did he seek to pressure Nadine into a future with Shoreline. That was all on her and, upon realizing this, he had only tried to push her into it further, to support her. 

In the end, it didn’t really pan out, huh? 

No one in her family blamed her for the loss of Shoreline. In fact, they had all tried to pitch in when Nadine had truly hit rock bottom and did their best to make her feel better. The incessant phone calls and hugging, she accepted. Their money? She did not.

Now, two years after the fact, she finds that she’s much happier, lighter, in her new career path and her family seems to agree.

“Nadine!” her brother, Junior, hollers the moment she steps through the door. “You look great!”

He’s the second child, only two years younger than her at 30, and the one she is the closest to because of it.

She barely manages a greeting before she’s engulfed in a tight bear hug. Quickly, another weight is wrapped around her back and one of her legs is ensnared by a pair of smaller arms. Like moths to a light, her family.

The compulsory family reunion in their old family home in South Africa is something Nadine secretly looks forward to, though she would never say that aloud, lest she wants to be razzed to death by her siblings.

After Junior comes Mia, who turned 29 only last week (Nadine had flowers delivered and mailed her a beautiful bracelet she’d found snooping through old Greek ruins), and finally Grace, 24.

As it turns out, it’s Grace that barreled into her first. Behind her, her mother fusses with her hair and around her leg is Junior’s 6-year-old son, Blessing.

“Ma,” Nadine croaks out around a mouthful of Grace’s hair. “Leave me alone, I’m going to the barber next week.”

Her mother does not leave her alone. “You don’t call for three weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?”

Grace lets go, snickering at Nadine’s apprehension. Nadine glares.

After Junior and Mia get their turns hugging her, she ducks away from her mother’s grabbing, muttering a quick “love you!”, and scoops Blessing up into her arms. He instantly shrieks with glee, trying to claw up her arms and settle on her shoulders.

Junior’s wife, Vivienne, a plump Filipina with enough wit to beat Grace in an argument, presses a brief kiss to Nadine’s cheek as she passes by.

“Don’t mess with Auntie’s hair, boy,” she says, sternly. “Grandma will make you do the dishes.”

Blessing giggles, clearly unaware of what’s going on. Nadine rolls her eyes. “All right, all right. Where’s Rose?”

“She’s at a friend’s birthday party. It’s a sleepover. Apparently turning 10 is a really, really big deal.”

“2 months until you have to throw that party for her,” Nadine says with a laugh.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

It’s then that Mia cuts in, only pausing to poke Blessing on the nose, and stands directly in front of Nadine just to annoy her. “Viv, I need pregnancy advice. Is it normal having to pee this much? I hate it. This is why I didn’t drink enough water when I was in high school.”

Well, that’s her cue. She elbows Mia sharply in the back before hurrying into the kitchen where her mother and Junior are to avoid retaliation.

They’re preparing to set the table, so she makes to hand Blessing off to Junior except he does an impressive job of wrapping himself around her back like a sloth on a branch. Junior bellows out a laugh.

“He likes you more than me.”

Nadine pulls a face. “Ma likes you more than me, so it evens out.”

Nadine’s mother thwacks her over the head. “I don’t play favourites.” Grace whisks by, picking up the plates as she does. Her mother follows after her with the rest of the plates. “Never mind, Grace is my favourite.”

Junior makes an indignant sound from the back of his throat.

“Can—Can you take a picture?” Nadine asks, gently removing Blessing’s entire hand from her face. “I’d like to show my— Chloe.”

“Sure,” Junior says, raising an eyebrow. “Your Chloe?”

“Shut up,” she huffs.

Blessing chooses this exact moment to sling himself over her shoulder, making her yelp and grab onto his arms to steady him. He laughs, waving his fists in the air like he has won something.

Chloe will love that picture.

“Eish, what are you feeding him?”

Junior tucks his phone away and grins a boyish grin. “Love.” Nadine wrinkles her nose. “Viv learned how to make some kind of pasta and he’s obsessed with it. We have leftovers still in our fridge.”

He stops disjointedly, in a way that makes it clear he expects a reaction from Nadine.

She frowns. “Okay?”

“Where’s Chloe?”

“Australia, with her mum. She flies in on Sunday.”

Junior hums and pushes a salt shaker with a single finger, looking too nonchalant to actually be nonchalant. “You and Chloe are welcome to come over for pasta, if you want and if you’re still around next weekend.”

Nadine, jaded from years of being the oldest sibling, is instantly wary, narrowing her eyes at him. “What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch.”

“Liar.”

Junior huffs, plucking Blessing out of her arms and setting him onto the island. “Seriously. No catch.”

“Okay,” she says slowly, cautiously, “We’ll come over for dinner next Friday?”

“Great! Show up at 6:00.” He claps his hands together. “Reheat the pasta and have a glass of wine, on me. Rose needs help with math homework and Blessing likes to watch Kim Possible, we have DVDs. Bedtimes at 8:30; Blessing usually passes out earlier. We’ll be back midnight at the latest.”

“You said there was no catch!”

“Does spending time with your beloved niece and nephew really count as a ‘catch’?” he asks, snooty, with air quotes to top it all off.

Nadine sighs. “Yes, but we’ll be there.”

She loves family reunions, really. Especially the fact that it’s only compulsory once a year, barring Hanukkah.

Chloe has met her siblings and her mother before. Not during the family reunion due to unfortunate timing, but on separate occasions over the year and a half they’ve been working together. She has never met Rose or Blessing.

Junior and Viv like her enough to have a group chat with her (one that Nadine has tried to join, but had been ruthlessly denied entry by her partner after a sharp cackle), so she’s not surprised that the first thing Chloe says to her after catapulting herself into Nadine’s arms at the airport is: “Heard I’m a babysitter. Try not to crush on me, china.”

Nadine had laughed into her neck at that, made a quip about how she smelled like an aeroplane.

Now, they’re on Junior’s porch, seeing the happy couple off on their date night.

“What are your intentions with Viv?” Chloe jokes, nudging Junior with a conspiratorial wink. Viv snorts.

“Curfew’s eleven,” Nadine calls after them.

“They grow up so fast.”

“Ja.” Nadine smiles then, leaning against the door so Chloe can pass through first. “Ready?”

“To eat good food, drink, and watch 2 kids for a couple of hours? Not that hard, is it?”

Nadine bends to take off her shoes, about to reply with something smart, but Blessing comes pounding down the hallway, blowing right past Chloe and taking an impressive leap onto Nadine’s back. He snakes his arms around her neck and wiggles his legs until she stands.

Nadine gives Chloe a look.

“All right, maybe I misjudged.” Chloe leans closer in, curious, face startlingly close to Nadine’s. “Hey, I’m Chloe. You’re Blessing, right?”

Blessing squints, puckers his lips, then gives one decisive nod, chin digging into Nadine’s shoulder. “This is Auntie.”

Chloe’s face dissolves into an endeared beam. “I know her!”

Nadine tries very hard not to flush out of pure adoration. She’s not sure if it works because Chloe doesn’t mention it.

“Where’s your sister, B?”

“Here,” Rose says, skidding down the hallway in her socks. “Who’re you?”

Chloe holds out a hand which Rose takes and shakes enthusiastically. “Chloe. I work with your Auntie.”

When she turns, Nadine furrows her eyebrows, hands tightening imperceptibly under Blessing’s legs. She tilts her head when Nadine brushes by, suddenly feeling bereft.

Before Nadine can disappear into a room, Chloe stops her with a hand on her stomach.

“Don’t tell, but I think she has a crush on me,” Chloe stage whispers to Rose. “I told her not to.”

Rose’s eyes grow wider. “Do you like her back?”

Chloe stands then, smiling at Nadine brilliantly. “I do.”

This time, Nadine’s certain she’s blushing and judging by how Chloe’s started to leer at her, she must look redder than usual.

Before Rose can ask any more questions, Nadine hikes Blessing higher up and moves towards the end of the hallway.

“C’mon, Rose. Let’s watch some TV while Chloe heats dinner up,” she says, jerking her head towards the kitchen door for Chloe. “Your dad said you need help with math?”

Rose lets out a very loud and long groan at that.

After Nadine is directed to the collection of Kim Possible DVDs and sets it up, she sends Rose off to grab her homework. Then, she pries Blessing away from his Barbies and props him against one hip.

Chloe’s humming a tune and opening random drawers when Nadine finds her in the kitchen. She’s got an apron hanging from her neck, even though she’s literally just popping something into the microwave and opening a bottle.

Blessing reaches for the counter, so she sets him down. “Chloe, I’m hungry!”

Chloe spins and catches Nadine’s eye briefly. “Yes, yes,” she says, “give me a minute, love. Impatience runs in the family, I guess.”

Nadine chuckles, crossing the distance and tugging the loose ends of the apron. “You’re one to talk.”

“Oh, hush.” She leans back a little, into Nadine’s warmth.

She turns after a beat, corners of her mouth tipped up, and catches Nadine’s mouth in a kiss. It’s nice, for about two seconds, then Blessing starts drawing out an “eww” and smacking his palms on the table.

Chloe pulls away, eyes still half-lidded. “I was gonna say they were adorable, but…”

Nadine huffs a laugh and narrows her eyes at Blessing. “What are you complaining about?”

“Rose does that when mama kisses daddy,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Hm,” she says, “keep doing that, champ.”

Chloe barks out a laugh, lightly slapping Nadine’s arm. Nadine grabs her wrists, kissing her chastely before pulling away completely.

“The forks are behind you.”

“Thanks,” Chloe says, not moving and hauling her back in. Nadine looks unimpressed.

Blessing groans again.

“What does the apron say, soldier?” KISS THE COOK. That’s probably Junior’s. She grimaces at it with great disdain. “So?”

In response, Nadine untangles herself from Chloe and places Blessing into his usual spot at her hip.

“Ah, figures.”

Rose is waiting in the living room when they all return, pasta in hand; one bowl each for the kids and a big plate for Chloe and Nadine to share. Fewer dishes to do this way. Plus, Nadine only has one hand to spare, the other keeping Blessing from wriggling onto the floor.

After setting the bowls down, Chloe presses play on the first episode and puts the volume lower so Rose can concentrate.

Poised over the couch, Nadine cranes her neck to watch Blessing tuck his face into her back, holding on stubbornly.

”Off! Off, off, off.” After a moment, he grabs tighter onto her shoulders. “No?”

Blessing shakes his head. “No.”

“You asked for it.” She grabs onto his legs for safety and starts to hop in place—once, twice, three times. Blessing squeals in her ear. On the fourth time, she drops into a squat, so that his legs are on the couch and scrapes him off her back. “Time for dinner, B.”

He pouts, eyes wide. “Aw, boo.” It takes her a hot second to resist that. Atrocious.

She pushes the lime green bowl and matching plastic fork into his hands. “If you want to grow taller than your sister, you gotta eat up.”

When she looks over to Chloe, she’s on the floor next to Rose with her homework out on the coffee table some ways away from the couch. She’s watching Nadine, jaw cupped in her palm, with a soft look.

Nadine, self-conscious, looks away and scoots closer to Rose’s other side. “What?”

“Nothing,” Chloe says after a beat, bending closer to look at Rose’s paper. Almost immediately after, she touches Rose’s hand before she can write something down and quietly points out her mistake.

They get through two episodes in relative peace before Blessing decides that he’s done with his dinner and bonks the bottom of the bowl lightly on Nadine’s head. Chloe stifles a laugh at Nadine’s exaggerated outrage.

She takes the bowl from Blessing, towering over him as he giggles madly into a pillow.

“This is my shield,” he declares.

Nadine crosses her arms. “That’s not fair. I don’t have a sword.”

“Victory!”

Chloe doesn’t try hiding her delight this time.

It’s only another Kim Possible episode later that Blessing calms down enough to sit still on the couch. Nadine scrapes his leftovers onto their shared plate.

Rose has picked her entire bowl clean and has been sipping at a glass of milk Chloe had gotten for her when Nadine had been busy entertaining Blessing. When Nadine offers her a second serving, she just shakes her head, brows furrowed at the question on her paper.

Finally, she turns her attention to Chloe who is, funnily enough, engrossed with the Kim Possible episode playing.

She jerks her head up when Nadine places her hand on her back, startled.

“Go eat on the couch, I’ll watch Rose.” She promptly shoves the plate into Chloe’s hands and plops down onto the ground, leaving no room for argument.

“Last one,” Rose says, tapping her pencil on the table.

Nadine leans over her arm to look at the paper. “Do you need any help?”

“Nope,” she replies, popping the p. She scribbles something down, then crosses it out. “Auntie?”

“Ja?”

“I think Chloe likes you,” she whispers, glancing back at Chloe who’s using Blessing’s head as an armrest while he squirms under her, mouth open in his best attempt at a roar.

Nadine tries not to smile, turning back to Rose. She fails. “You mean like-like?”

Rose puts her pencil down and scowls at her. “I’m not 8. I can say love.”

“You’re 9.”

Rose scoffs, pointedly going back to her homework.

Nadine feels nervous all of a sudden, and bizarrely, embarrassed. She’s 32, Chloe 35, and they have yet to say the L-word. Not that she can presume to know how Chloe feels, but she knows how she feels.

They’ve been officially together just over a year now. The months before it, they had spent sleeping with each other sporadically when they met up for a job. Back then, Nadine knew how she felt too. Her feelings hadn’t been quite as deep as they were now — maybe fondness. She felt that whatever they had, if they both allowed it, would last and for a very long time.

A year, they’ve lasted so far. She knows all the little things now. Chloe’s morning routine, her weird figures of speech, which side she sleeps on. She knows the important things and the unimportant things that Nadine cherishes equally to the former.

They have lasted and strengthened, taking Nadine’s feelings lightyears past simple fondness. She wonders sometimes, considering the trajectory, if she can find the words to describe it if her feelings stretched past love. For now, that word will do.

She loves Chloe, this she has known for months. Chloe certainly likes her in a way that extends past the shallow.

She drags a hand down her forehead. It’s one thing to think it, another to confront it head-on, but Nadine Ross has never been a coward. Cautious, yes, but not cowardly.

She puts her chin on the table, watching the top of Rose’s pencil wave in the air as she writes.

“I like Chloe too,” Nadine says, voice low because if Chloe overheard, she would never hear the end of it.

Rose finishes what she’s written with a flourish, then copies Nadine, putting her chin on the table. “Only like?”

“More than,” Nadine replies, pausing to gather her courage. Then, scandalously: “Love.”

“Ooh, Auntie,” Rose teases, mocking, in a whiny tone that you’d expect from a pre-teen boy sneering “cooties!”

“I thought you were mature,” says Nadine, reaching out to poke Rose’s cheek.

Rose turns her nose up. “I’m only 9.”

Nadine laughs. Rose is so obviously Junior and Viv’s child, she can’t help the sudden urge to hug her.

She gets away with swinging Rose into the air and carrying her over her shoulder, running twice around the room as she laughs and lets Nadine do this without complaint. Afterwards, they collapse onto the couch where Chloe’s got Blessing in her lap, the both of them watching the screen intently.

Rose gets comfortable, settled between Chloe and Nadine, while Nadine tries to sneak pictures of them all together.

She gets away with two before Chloe cuts away from Ron Stoppable in his tree house and looks directly at the camera. She gives Nadine a winning grin, tightening her arms around Blessing’s middle.

By 8:30, Blessing’s dozing off on Chloe’s sternum, snoring lightly. Similarly, Rose is nodding off against Nadine’s arm.

Sharing a look, they both get up, carrying a Ross in their arms. Nadine shushes Rose when she jolts awake, instinctively rocking on the balls of her feet in an attempt to get Rose to fall back asleep.

They go up the stairs to another hallway, Nadine leading Chloe to a door that has the letter R painted on it in baby blue. She sets Rose down in her bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders and turning the A/C off in case it gets colder at night.

“The night light,” Chloe whispers. Nadine flips it on before ushering Chloe out, towards the door with B painted in mauve.

Chloe does the motions: tucking Blessing in, checking the A/C, and finding the night light.

Nadine leans against the doorframe, waiting for her to finish with the curtains. It’s weird, seeing Chloe like this. Not in a bad way, no. Nadine finds that she can watch Chloe do this for hours, fascinated.

There’s a warmth blossoming in her chest, the kind she feels when she’s come home for the first time in a while for Hanukkah and her family is gathered around the room, closer together because it’s cold outside.

Nadine is not entirely sure what she’s supposed to do with this.

In the end, Chloe finishes up and interrupts her introspection, shooing her away so she can close the door. As is natural by now, Chloe grabs her hand and gives it a pull towards the stairs. Nadine grips back before she can drop her hand away.

They don’t speak until they’re back in the living room, Kim Possible still playing on low volume. They won’t leave until Junior and Viv get back, in case the kids wake up again.

Out of nowhere, Chloe makes a thoughtful noise after easing onto the couch with a sigh.

Nadine examines her face, eyebrows hiking up when Chloe’s eyes flick to meet hers and discovers that they are arrestingly determined.

She uses her free hand to pull Nadine in for a languid kiss. It’s fairly innocent for them, so Nadine’s unsurprised when Chloe settles back into the couch after they part, focused on the TV.

“Liefie,” she says, waiting for Chloe to look over. “I think I like the babysitter.”

Chloe chuckles, pressing into Nadine’s side. “That’s convenient. I think I like the babysitter, too.”

It’s quiet then. Nadine’s content like this.

They get through three and a half episodes of Kim Possible before Chloe makes a really undignified noise at something that happens on screen and Nadine has to hide a laugh behind a cough. Chloe catches it and scowls at her.

“Hey now, Ross, that wasn’t—”

“Calm down, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a die hard Kim Possible fan.”

Chloe harrumphs, sprawling onto Nadine more so that she’s half on top of her.

Nadine winds her arm around Chloe’s waist and turns so her nose brushes Chloe’s cheek.

“Liefie,” she says again.

“Mhm,” Chloe replies distractedly.

“I love you.”

Chloe stiffens, and in quick succession, relaxes, tenses, and relaxes again.

She turns her head, swaying back so she can see Nadine’s face properly. Then, she smiles, eyes wrinkled at the corners and all, and says, “I love you too.”

Nadine can’t help but kiss her. This one is longer, more earnest.

And Chloe pulls away, sucking in a breath. “We should pick this up when we go back to the apartment.”

“Self-control? For once?” Nadine says against her jaw.

“I want to watch my favourite show: Kim Possible,” Chloe replies, voice light with mirth. “You’re just here for the commercial breaks.”

“It’s a DVD.”

Chloe blindly pats her face, mhms absentmindedly, and accepts a kiss to her cheek.

Nadine loves her for it.

#chlodine #chlodinefics #yall wanna validate me w some comments? i read all ur tags lmao #anyway! SHUT_UPPPPPPPP.jpg i LOVE them . me writing this: god i wish i died #anyway i hav that chloe on death bed prompt to get to but its 12am so maybe tomorrow #anonymous #ask

[storibambino]

Brown Recluse

A/N: Here we are!! This is for the  @hoopshoney fic fest bang thang. I had to break this up into parts because it was so freaking long. I have no beta so any mistakes are all me. Also, there is minimal editing cause I live on the edge. My first prompt: “Don’t go in there!” “Why” “There’s a spider!” There is music ahead so click those links when you see em. Finally, ENJOY!!

On Ao3

Pairing: Erik x Athera (Black OFC)

Warnings: smut (+18), strong language

Words: 2.3k

There’s a bottom to the top of the moment. You won’t always be around. Catch a nigga coming quickly behind you. People want you underground.

“Why do you like this song?” He huffed.

“It’s kinda weird and mysterious, just like me.” She said playfully then stuck out her tongue from the passenger seat. “Plus, I love all things, Donald Glover.”

He huffed out a laugh, “So you think you’re mysterious huh?” She nodded her head proudly. “The only thing mysterious about you is how you are always hungry and never serious. This is the last time I let you have the aux. Got me out here listening to some bullshit.”

“I’m going to eat you alive.” She sang along with the music while caressing his thigh. “Please don’t find me rude but I don’t eat fast food, so don’t run too fast.” She threw her head back and moaned out the rest of the words.”

“Athera, if you don’t stop I will turn this car around and the ONLY thing you’re gonna be eating is this dick. That’s the shit I be talking about” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road but a smirk begins to tug on the corners of his mouth.

“Watch your mouth, Erik. You know I’m hungry and you promised me real food.” Removing her hand and sitting back in her own seat.

“How about you keep an eye on it for me.” He winked and side-eying her a bit.

They weren’t far from the little diner near the club Athera bar tended nights and weekends, Onyx. They had met at the bar one night and he quickly became a regular due to generous pours and the DDs she was packing didn’t hurt either. The chatting was kept cordial and never really went anywhere until one particularly stressful night.

It was late and she was closing alone when a group of rowdy guys decided they wanted more than one more drink, Usually, Athera could handle herself but three on one is never a fair fight. She went for the bat under the bar and was able to get a few hits in before being drug across the bar when one of the assailants grabbed it. Kicking and wielding a broken bottle was how Erik found the situation. He immediately jumped in, picking up the discarded bat and cracking the man closest to him. They quickly beat and cut the attackers and sent them on their way. In the aftermath, Erik asked if she needed anything and her response was “a burger”. They made their way to the small diner to eat, process what happened, and really get to know each other. Despite being attacked she cracked a lot of jokes and was able to simultaneously make him laugh and convince him not to go find the guys from earlier and kill them.  

That night he fed her and she fucked him.

That was almost two years ago and the formula hadn’t changed. Violence and food was their love language and it worked, by some crazy happenstance. Today was no different, there would be food and then there would be fun.  They didn’t spend many days together due to Erik being active in the military and Athera bartending but neither seemed to mind too much. When they were together they were present and happy even if Athera made it a point to get on his nerves.

“Imma get a milkshake.” She stated. “Strawberry. I’ll dip my fries in it.” Smiling big to herself.

“Is food all you think about?” He asked, pulling into the parking lot.

“Nope. Sex is a close second.” Playfully placing her hand on his thigh just as the song was winding down. She sang the final words while inching up his thigh to his hip while looking him in the eyes. “Oh, you can’t run from me. You can’t hide from me.” Just as she reached the place where his leg and hip connected she winked and hopped out the car, practically skipping to the entrance of the diner.

Athera was just getting to the milkshake in her order when Erik entered the diner. He swiftly made his way to counter and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. When she finished her order he put in his usual and made a point to let the cashier know it was to go. Athera raised a curious eyebrow at him. He had also promised they would sit down to eat and go shopping after. He read her expression and a devilish smirk crept across his face.

“You can’t run from me.” He whispered, gripping her behind just this side of too tight.

“Girl, put that shit down now.” He snapped closing the door of their shared apartment.

“At least let me have my milkshake first. Aren’t you hungry?” Fries and shake still in her hands.

“Actually I am but not for this.” Taking the fries from her hands. She holds on to the shake and gives him a look to say she isn’t letting go. He releases the shake but picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. In three steps he’s down the hallway in front of the bedroom. In one and half more she’s bouncing on the bed from being tossed inside.

“Watch the milkshake!” She shimmies up the bed so she’s sitting up against the headboard then takes her phone out to do God knows what. He’s still in the doorway watching her drink her milkshake with a smile.

“You really enjoying that shake huh?”

“Yep. Should’ve gotten one.”

“Nah, I’m thirsty for something else.” He settles himself between her legs on his knees. He lifts her legs and places them on his hips then slides forward. She watches him closely but doesn’t put down the cup, not even removing her lips from the straw. “That shake more interesting than me?” He asks while unbuttoning her pants, hooking his index fingers through the belt loops and sliding down her jeans and panties in one motion. She lifts her hips to let the material slide away before answering.

“Maybe, but in my defense, it is really, really good.” She sighs and smiles around the straw.

“Word? Lemme get some then.”

She extended her arm tilted the cup toward him. Instead of taking a sip he put his index finger over the straw and pulled it out of the cup, allowing the cold liquid to fall on her upper thigh. She shuddered slightly and let out a small whimper. The cool sensation was immediately replaced by his tongue lapping up droplets.

“You’re right. It’s delicious.” He hummed. Before she can adjust he trails the rest of the remaining shake up her thigh and to the sensitive skin above her arousal. He follows the trail with his tongue leaving nips and kisses along the way. “Now I’m in the mood for something sweeter.” Taking the cup from her he placed it on the end table next to the bed.

“What did you have in mind?” She spoke softly but her eyes betrayed how excited she was. Her chestnut eyes were almost black, pupils blow wide with lust.

“Oh, so now I have your attention?” He teased, just as smug as the cat that got the cream.  

As much as she loved the absolutely loved the downright sinful things Erik was doing with his mouth and tongue, she enjoyed annoying him more. Giving him her own smug smile she tapped a few screens. She had connected to the Bluetooth speaker on the shelf and another of her favorite songs began to play.

All I see is Zombies, walking all around us…

“Man, not this shit again.” He snatches the phone and tosses it on the end table with the shake. She lets out a laugh and begins to move with the music.

“Come here. You know you feeling this.” She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her forehead against his.

You will find there is no safe place to hide.

“Aight, aight I guess I can work with this.” He kisses her, soft and sweet at first before she deepens the kiss. Her lips are still sticky from the milkshake, he licks into her mouth and she opens so their tongues can mingle. She lays back taking him with her and lets her hand roam from his neck to his locs, pulling gently. Suddenly, Erik pulls away and sits back on his heels.

He just stares at her. What a sight she was, miles of brown skin and curves, plush lips a little pink and bitten. Sometimes he did this, just wanted to watch her. It was hard to believe for the last two years she had been there for him through everything. Times like this he just wanted to confirm that this, that she was real.

“Hey, asshole. You were doing something.” Her voice brings him out of thoughts. Irises just silvers of brown around pools of black, she was getting impatient and he told her as much. “Baby you wanted my full attention, now you have it.”

“You know I hate that baby talk.”

“I don’t recall. Remind me?” She mused giving him her best seductive look, complete with lower lip biting. Going the extra mile she grabbed his hand and kissed each fingertip without breaking eye contact. Erik let out a soft groan and used his other hand to spread her fold.

“Is all this for me?” He asked when he felt she was quite aroused.

“Nah nigga, it’s for my milkshake.” She fussed before abruptly being cut off when Erik slipped two fingers into her entrance.

“Athera, what have I told you about that mouth?” There was no response. Unsatisfied his thumb found her clit and began to move in excruciatingly slow circles. “I asked you a question.”

“Don’t…..recall.” Came her response. She took his index and middle finger into her mouth hoping to avoid any more questions. He let her have a moment, but only one before he removed his fingers from her mouth with a pop. She was able to let out a choked off moan before his hand was at her throat, applying pressure but not enough to cut off her air.

“I will ask again. What have I told you about that mouth?” He punctuated the sentence with a rough thrust of his fingers against her g-spot.

“It’s gonna get me in trouble!” She blurted out, bucking her hips and closing her eyes. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“What you asking for sweetheart?” Although he knew exactly what she wanted his favorite game was making her ask nicely. “Can’t give you what you need unless you ask.” Still rubbing her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“Please…ah….please gimme that dick baby boo.” She said with a smile and a wink, cause why not.

“Hardhead ass girl. It’s coo cause that ass is soft.” He said snatching his hand from her neck and sliding his fingers from her pleasure center. She moaned at the loss of contact but was pleased with the annoyed look on Erik’s face. Which she didn’t get to see for very long because Erik grabbed her hip and flipped her to her stomach then laid on top of her.

She could feel he was hard through his joggers and couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath and curse she pulled from him when wiggled her bare ass against him.

“What am I going to do with you crazy girl?” He groaned.

“Fuck me silly?” She giggled.

“Imma fuck them jokes out of you tonight.”

He pushed up on his palms to remove his pants and underwear then snatched a pillow and stuffed it under her hips to improve the angle. Placing one hand on the small of her back he used his knees to spread her legs as far as they would go, lined himself up with her opening then pushed in completely. A loud cry escaped her and she pressed her face into the covers. He gave a few experimental thrusts to find the angle that allowed him to hit her g-spot head-on. Once he found it he inserted himself fully again.

Athera’s hands had come up to cover her mouth when Erik noticed he pried them away and moved them behind her back holding them there with one hand

“Don’t get quiet now.” He stated before he began a steady rhythm. “I wanna hear each joke leave that smart, pretty mouth of yours.”

She meant to say something else witty or sarcastic but broken moans were all that came out between the sounds of skin meeting skin. In her defense, it really was quite difficult to form complete and entertaining thoughts while having her guts rearranged.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nigga, shut up. I’m still goofy….You supposed to be fucking me silly.” Maybe she could still be snarky while getting dicked down.

He took the response as encouragement to really fuck it up. Putting both hands on her lower back he forced her to arch almost painfully and started to pound into her rapid fire. The entire bed shook from the force. Her inner walls began to flutter, cheering him on even more. She was close and he knew exactly how to send her over the edge. He slowed down, only slightly, and leaned down to nip at her right shoulder.

“You silly yet?” He whispered. When she opened her mouth to respond his hand came down hard on her right ass cheek. Whatever response she was going to give came out a sob as she came apart under him. The force of her orgasm had him coming right behind her, literally. They rode out the aftershocks together until he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. She didn’t move arms still behind her back and face in the covers.

“The hell you doing?” Erik huffed out, still catching his breath.

She turned her face to him. This was his favorite look on her, freshly fucked and still blissed out. When she realized he was staring a wide smile broke out on her face. “I have the right to remain fucked…silly.”

“I swear to God imma leave yo dumb ass.”

Part 2

#StoriesbyStori #Erik Killmonger #Erik x Athera #Black OFC #ForWakandaFF #smut #feelings #silly girl #that damn milkshake

[thoseofgreatambition]

Ten Months

warnings: pg-13 sexual tones. swearing, angst if you squint. 

wordcount: 1.6K

description: emma looks after fred when he gets back from the hospital after the final battle, and is worried as he seemingly begins to strain himself. however fred’s more focused on returning to normal-- and ending this damned dry spell you two had imposed on you. 

a/n: this is for @nosebleednougats​ who won my new years contest! emma won a her x canon character fic, that was about 1.5-2K in length. i hope you like it wife <3 also bc this is sexual i’m not tagging the ppl i know are under age. 

again-- no actual hanky panky and is still fairly tame i think

but still

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FRED WEASLEY TAG LIST: @slytherinsouldetective @wildfire-whizbangs 

(if u are a minor and i still tagged you let me know please)

You moved in with the twins, right after they returned to their flat. Or-- to phrase it better, while Fred was still recovering from being almost smushed by a wall, you moved in with George because you knew that it'd take the two of you to give him a proper team when he was able to come home.

Molly had offered to let all three of you stay at the burrow, and there was no doubt in your mind that she meant it, but also-- you wanted space. Or as much space as living with your boyfriend and his brother would allow. 

Thankfully the twins seemed to be on your same page. 

Fred had told you time after time that you didn’t need to move in to take care of him. 

Hell, he’d even told George that he didn’t need to, but both of you had promptly shut that idea of his down. 

It was an easy choice for both of you-- being there for someone you loved. 

So here you were-- fretting about while George finally got some sleep. The poor man hardly got any of that anymore. Fred watched you with a small frown as you walked around the flat, waving your wand to clean up the mess that everyone had made through the day. His eyes didn’t leave you. 

Things were getting better for him. He’d been out of the hospital for almost three weeks-- he could walk on his own. He was getting less and less shaky as time went on. Fred could manage most daily activities by himself. 

All in all, he would say that he was about seventy percent independent. Able to do his own thing. Which made this just a tad annoying. 

“Let me help you, Emma.” 

Instinctively, you shook your head as you nudged the small pile of shoes into a line, “No Freddie-- you’ve gotta rest.” you didn’t hear him get up behind you, and jolted a bit as his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips pressed against the nape of your neck. 

“I’m feeling a lot better.” 

“You are?” there’s a little bit of nervousness in your voice-- it’s all you can think about sometimes, how small and broken he looked after the battle. How worried you were when he was in St. Mungo’s. You suck in a deep breath as he presses a few more kisses to the area of skin before inhaling the scent of your shampoo. 

It makes him grin a bit-- you’ve been knicking his shampoo since you moved in. While he loved the one you used to use, there’s something oddly wonderful about smelling himself so literally on you. “I do. So stop fretting so much. I can help clean. I can walk for a bit. I know my limits.” 

He was Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake-- since when did he like people treating him like a glass vase? He’d gone back to class three days after almost having his skull cracked in by a bludger. 

Then again he wasn’t stupid-- he knew that was a lot different than what had happened to him, but the principle still stood. 

He was rather tough. He could handle this. 

For as much as he felt his personality changing and becoming in some ways a person he didn’t always recognize-- so full of nerves and fear-- he wanted to reclaim what little of his old life that he could. 

That meant normality. 

That meant getting you and his brother to stop treating him like an invalid. 

Your hands drifted to his as they clasped your waist, fingertips dancing over his knuckles as you closed your eyes and took in his warmth. 

Really, you’d never thought that you’d taken him for granted-- you had always gone on and on about how wonderful he was. But it wasn’t until Fred had almost been torn away from you so suddenly that you realized you hadn’t taken in every detail of him nearly enough. Little things like this could have been forgotten. How much larger his hands were than yours. The way he applied just enough pressure that when his hand removed you knew there’d be a mark on your skin for a moment or so.

“I love you Fred.” 

“I love you too. Now let me make you dinner.” 

There was a pause from you, as you considered his words. “Only if you let me help.” you giggled a little at the small huff of indignation from Fred, only to laugh a full fledged laugh when he pecked your cheek and relented. 

“Alright-- but I do most of the cooking.” 

“Deal.” 

Things felt back to normal. So much so that you were able to relent just a bit and forget about everything that had happened. 

There was just Fred. 

Laughter, and Fred. 

The way you always preferred it, if you were to be truthful. 

You two chatted over dinner-- pasta that was surprisingly good despite him not having cooked in several months. You reckoned it was a family recipe he’d memorized long ago. When it came time to clear your plates Fred was first to stand up and tutted when you tried to gather everything. With a wave of his wand he got the kitchen in motion to clean itself. “Rest, love. You’ve been on your feet all day.” 

“Shouldn’t I be telling you something like that?” 

You were met with a smacking kiss on your cheek-- laughing just a bit as Fred pulled you up from your chair and towards the couch. “I’ve been resting for about a month and a half now. I think I can manage to upright for a little bit.” 

As he pulled you into his lap, sitting down first and hooking his arms around you. His lips immediately found your neck, quite eager. This was the first time in a while that you’d treated him like you used to, like he wasn’t fragile, and all it did was get him excited about other things you two used to do. 

“Fred what are you--” you laughed a bit as you felt his hand rest on your knee before slowly and gently making its way up your thigh. “Aren’t you eager?” It was pretty easy to tell where he was getting at with this. 

“In my defense love-- we haven’t had sex since before the war.” 

That made you think for a moment. Obviously it was factual, but the proper amount of time hadn’t hit you. 

It was late April now so-- 

Ten months. 

Holy shit. 

Understandable-- seeing as War and not being within fifty miles of each other until right before Fred almost died could do wonders on a couples sex life, but still. 

A lot. 

It was a rather rough nip on your neck that brought you back to focus, and you tried to stifle your groan as it was soothed with flicks of his tongue and more presses of his soft lips against the delicate skin of your neck. 

“Are you sure--” 

“Yes.” his hands became more rushed as you tilted your head towards him and closed the distance between your lips. Quickly, he tried to work you out of your top-- patience long forgotten as the buttons began to pop off. His lips seperated from yours with a soft smaking sound, and he swiftly repositioned you two so you were straddling his lap instead of simply sitting on him. “That work for you Emma?” 

He was Fred Weasley. 

It’d been ten months. 

You were the love of his life. 

Honestly, as long as you wanted to have sex with him, this was going to happen. 

He would see to it.

Very quickly you nodded, grabbing him by the collar of his sweater and tugging him towards you once more as your lips crashed against his. It was like all the time you’d missed was hitting you all once, and you found yourself getting more and more eager even though you two had hardly started yet. 

You heard him start to chuckle into your lips as you let out a rather pathetic whine. Immediately you wished you had stayed quiet. You knew that laugh. 

That laugh meant that despite how impatient he was, Fred Weasley was going to take his sweet ass time with you. 

“Freddie no teasing tonight.” 

He acquired the tone of mock offense, “Do you think I’m going to call you names?” his hands drifted up your sides, “Am I really that mean of a boyfriend? I’d always hoped that I was nicer than that.” 

You tried to scowl the best you could at him, but found yourself failing because of him and his damned wandering hands. You choked down a loud moan halfway through, red faced as Fred repeated his ministrations with his hands. “George--” 

With a glare, Fred looked up at you, “I was hoping we could do this without talking about him, actually.” when you smacked his arm, he let out a rather indignant ‘Hey!’. 

“We’ll wake up George if we stay out here you numpty! Do you want your brother to walk in on you eating m-” 

Quickly, Fred had you scooped up in his arms and was carrying you into the room you now shared. “Well spotted, thank you Emma.” 

“Freddie my shirt--”

“He’ll just have to deal with seeing that, George will understand.” 

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #my writing #my imagines #requested #pg-13 #tease fic

[forewarnedfate]

27, 35, 40

Character solidifying! | Accepting27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

Chat Noir takes a large amount of pride in his appearance: he’s meticulous about how he presents himself to others, even when he’s not appearing as “phantom thief Chat Noir.” He wants to be perceived as an elegant sort of person, and he doesn’t shy away from the idea of appearing too feminine, either. If anything, he fully embraces his own feminine tastes and incorporates that into his disguise preferences (most often, he’ll assume the form of a woman; while he cannot voice match other people, he does have a softer voice and can shift the pitch enough to sound alright so long as he’s not trying to be anyone specific).

In female disguises, he tends to prefer swishy dresses: the kind where if he were to twirl around, the skirt would flare out and spin along with him. In male disguises, it sort of depends on the style that he’s going for: in one scene of the Jewel Resort Casino he disguised himself as an old man, which resulted in an extremely plain outfit.

Under the readmore is the continuation of question 27, along with 35 (do they always rationalize errors? how do they accept disasters and failures?) and 40 (how is their sense of humor? do they have one?)

For his actual appearance when he’s being himself, this picture makes for a good reference! In Isola, he runs around in a similar outfit when he’s being “Émile,” but it’s a bit more dressed down: his hat, monocle, cape (and flared collar and cravat), armor, and gloves are removed. This leaves him in a long sleeved white undershirt, his mildly gaudy vest, black choker, white pants and boots. He also wears square-framed glasses due to poor vision in his left eye. If he’s not in this outfit, usually he can be seen in other semi-formal clothing. Like, you won’t really see him in a suit, but his idea of casual wear isn’t........... really casual.

As another interesting note, despite the character art, I feel like his boots should’ve had heels. Either way, he can absolutely wear and walk in heels without an issue, and depending on the type of heel he can even run in them (stilettos or obscenely high heels being the main exception).

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

He’s....... absolutely not a fan of failure. Chat Noir is an incredibly proud thief, and he’s meticulous and intelligent, despite how childish his behavior can be. If I were to put it in D&D terms, he has high charisma and intelligence, but his wisdom state is, like, average. He has enough common sense for it to not always be noticeable, but he can be kind of a dumbass

Thaaatt’s not the point though. There’s only one instance in canon where we see him reacting to failure, and he shuts down. However, this is because of the sheer magnitude of that failure: it put his friends in danger. He doesn’t cherish many people, and to be both outplayed while worrying about Sarya and the others added a lot of pressure on the situation.

Regardless of magnitude, Chat Noir will definitely not be pleased when he messes up, but he usually bounces right back and tries to shift the situation back in his favor with a smile. He’s generally a positive guy!

Of course, after all is said and done, he will dwell on what went wrong and try to figure out how to handle things in the future. If he doesn’t acknowledge his own mistakes, he can’t improve.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

Chat’s like, three entire years old. He loves puzzles and he loves pranks, and he especially adores bugs. He literally acts like a little kid with a crush around the detective that’s trying to chase him down: pulling silly tricks like having erasers fall on his head mid-heist or having him get suddenly sprayed by water, or any number of other weird shenanigans. On Halloween, he made a little bat robot to have it fly in people’s faces, but it had sensors so that it wouldn’t actually hit anyone.

Chat’s never cruel on purpose, and he really is just messing around. He likes to startle others, and he can be incredibly obnoxious and annoying about it if he knows and likes the other person far too much (and can get away with it).

#gonnaaanananana do a read more bc this got so so long #thank you sm for sending this in!! sorry i rambled a whole lot #haemoneiron #ref #ask response