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zerobaselove · 1 year

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home isn't a place, it's a feeling, and i feel at home with you. | seok matthew

pairing: childhood bestfriend!matthew x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 4.4k

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i got a little carried away with this request, but i already had a plan for a childhood friends au with matthew so i morphed them !

you'll never forget the day you moved to the place you considered home; it was a sunny july day. and little 7 year old you was eager to make friends in this new town, and thankfully you didn't have to look very far. that was also the day you met the personification of home, seok matthew.

too young to be much help unpacking, your parents had sent you to play with the boy next door, and you got along like you had been friends since birth. the swing set in the backyard becoming your hangout spot for the next few years. competitions of who could swing higher was a weekly occurrence, even if matthew won every time.

"who wants popsicles?" matthew's mother called out, both of your ears perking up as you looked at each other, a competitive spirit erupting in your tiny bodies.

"i'll race you there," you suggested, getting an eager nod from matthew as you both stood up to get off the swing. "go!" you shouted, laughter erupting from your little chests as the boy exclaimed that you had a head start.

the two of you happily ate your popsicles, sticky fingers and all, sure you hadn't known each other very long at this point; less than a day even. but somehow, in some way, you already knew that this boy was going to be in your life for a long, long time.

the years flew by faster than you would've hoped; the two of you now pushing 13. the once beloved swing set in matthew's backyard had gotten too small for you, your new hangout spot being a hideaway you discovered behind your houses. it wasn't much, but you enjoyed the sense of rebellion that came along with being hidden away, even if you could still see your house through the clearing in the branches.

you didn't know it then, but these would be the years where it all started. your feelings for the boy next door.

everything about being 13 was confusing to you. everyone splitting off into cliques, boys not hanging out with girls, developing bodies, developing feelings. it was all so much information that you just couldn't wrap your head around. but thankfully you weren't doing it alone. you had matthew, like always.

sure, you had friends other than matthew, and he had friends other than you, but nothing and nobody could stop you two from being attached at the hip in one way or another. that's how it always was, and how it'd always be.

"hey y/n, do you wanna come to my birthday party this weekend?" one of your classmates had cheerfully asked, a card in hand with what you assumed were details for the party. you thought for a moment, asking your next question without hesitation.

"i'll have to ask but, can i bring matthew?" your smile had widened so much that your cheeks hurt, all at the mention of your best friend.

the girl laughed, kind eyes turning to crescents. "well he goes where you go, so of course!" she handed you two invitations, one for you and one for matthew.

everyone knew when they saw one of you, the other would be soon following; you were a package deal. going everywhere hand in hand, and you had grown quite fond of the way his hand felt in yours. but you were kids, what did you know, right?

soon enough you were walking across the stage of your 8th grade graduation together, and despite knowing it wasn't the case, you could've sworn you two were the only people in the room that day.

that summer was a strange one, both your nerves for starting a new school, and a new chapter of your lives, had you asking yourself what if? more often than you had liked.

"matthew?" you asked, twiddling with your thumbs as you had both laid across the grass in your backyard. high school had been looming over your mind for the entirety of summer break, and you needed to make sure the high school horror stories didn't happen to you and your best friend.

he hummed in response, turning his head to see you sitting up in the patch of grass, "what's up?"

"just, can we make a promise," you paused before seeing him nod, taking it as confirmation to continue. "i hear so many stories of high school tearing apart friendships, and i don't want that to happen to us. so promise me we won't let that happen, and that we will stay how we are." you rambled on, finally taking a deep breath as your worries had left your lungs.

a smile had spread across his face, "have you met us? nothing could tear us apart, especially not some silly brick building."

"matthew," you sighed, "promise me, please?" it wasn't often that you got serious with your best friend, but he knew when you were serious that it was something that truly worried you, and so he simply extended his hand to you, pinky out.

"pinky promise."

looking back, you were sure you two would've been fine without the naïve promise, but it made all the difference to you at the time. everything was so new and you just needed something safe, and that something was matthew.

freshman year was strange, all of your friends you had grown up with had started pairing off. you weren't sure what it was about the high school air that made people all start coupling off, but you couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

except for the fact that you had matthew.

"hey y/n," the two of you had been in his kitchen after school one day, eating popsicles. it was sort of your thing, just like when you were kids, minus the sticky fingers for the most part. "i have a proposition for you."

you couldn't help but shake your head, "that can't be good," you chuckled, "but sure, what is it?" you tilted your head, awaiting his next words with curiosity.

"if we are still both single at 30, we should get married."

"matthew," you laughed at the serious tone in his voice, "why would we do that." it was his turn to shake his head, as if you were missing out on some very obvious reasons.

"tax benefits, and you know, not dying alone." you suppose he had a good point, and if you were already single and 30, what else did you have to lose. plus you didn't exactly mind the idea of spending your lives together.

he looked expectantly at you as you pondered your options, "let's do it, it'll be our marriage pact." your smile widened as you went to throw out the popsicle stick that you had been chewing on for a couple minutes now.

when you turned around, matthew was standing there, hand outstretched for you to shake, "deal."

sophomore year was more troubling than you thought it would've been. having been asked out for the first time was, weird to you; having never considered the possibility. you didn't even really want to go, but it was a step in the right direction.

you liked to call this the denial phase. the time period where you told yourself you were over your silly childhood crush on your best friend, when you tried to make yourself like some boy in your english class to ignore the way your heart sped up around matthew. it was just a silly childhood crush, at least you thought.

he was always supportive, but especially when the boy in your english class asked you out. he was your number one hype man, helping you pick an outfit; even if you didn't go with what he picked.

"you look beautiful y/n." matthew smiled at you, only a few minutes before you were supposed to leave for this date. you were going on a date and all you could think about was your best friend calling you beautiful.

"thank you," you smiled shyly, attempting one last time to fix your hair in the mirror.

matthew handed you your shoes, helping you get out the door. "i'll be here when you get back and you can tell me all about how it went," he beamed, his smile wide and eyes in the shape of crescents, "have fun! but not too much fun." he wiggled his eyebrows at you, implying things you didn't even want to think about, hitting him on the arm before waving goodbye.

you assumed maybe this night had been a sign to you that you ignored. sure, deep down you know you didn't really like this boy, but you were sure you could've grown to. at least that's what you tried to convince yourself as you waited at the arcade entrance for him.

and you waited, and waited, and waited.

he had stood you up. he asked you out and he stood you up. you'd think that because you didn't even really want to go that it wouldn't hurt when he didn't show up. but it hurt. it hurt like hell. and there was only one person who could've fixed that.

you fished your phone out of your back pocket, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. don't cry, not in public. you repeated to yourself as your phone rang.

"i didn't expect to hear from you so early, is it going okay?" his sweet voice ringing through the speakers was the final straw, a loud sob erupting from your chest as you tried to find somewhere more secluded in the mall to have your meltdown. "hey hey hey, what's wrong? what did he do?" matthew questioned, worry lacing his voice as he was already getting up to come get you.

"he didn't do anything," a sniffle interrupted your thought, "that's the problem. he didn't show up."

you felt silly crying to your best friend over the phone, but here you were, his voice pulling you from your own thoughts. "i'm almost there okay? are you still near the arcade?" you only hummed in response and that was enough for him.

he kept you on the phone the whole time, comforting you in the best way he could until he could come hold you and let you cry.

you had decided to meet him at the front door, seeing him walk up made everything okay, almost. "aren't you glad you live close to the mall," he called out, getting a light laugh out of you before he grabbed your hand, holding it the whole walk home.

this was the night you realized you loved him. not just as friends, as more than that. the moment he held your hand it had all flooded to you. you remember the feeling like it was yesterday; though that was partially due to the way it still happened every time he got near you now. but that wasn't the point.

the night he held you till you had no more tears left to cry, held you in his arms in your bed and let you ramble about everything going on in your head, well, almost everything. you didn't dare mention the way you wanted to stay with him like this forever.

at some point you had fallen asleep in his arms, at least that's what he's told you. you only remember waking up tucked into bed with your jeans still sticking to your body and matthew fast asleep on the other side of the bed. and even now you can't help but have that memory swirl around in your brain. he stayed.

a few months later you had found yourself sitting on your bed with matthew, faint music playing as you both just basked in the comfortable silence.

you loved that you could always do that with him. there were times where you just wanted to enjoy his presence, and you could do that without it being awkward. just knowing he was there was enough for you.

some people would call this moment the calm before the storm, before everything in your brain changed into a messy tornado of emotions.

"you know," matthew started, sitting up to face you, mirroring his actions as soon as you noticed the motion. "we both haven't had our first kiss yet, and we are getting older." your brain tried incessantly to figure out where he was going with this, every answer causing your heart to speed up faster than you would've liked. it seemed matthew could sense your curiosity eating you alive as he quickly spit his thought out.

"they say your first kiss should be with someone special to you, and you're special to me, so maybe we should try it. you know, just to see what it's like."

you were sure he could hear your heart beating out of your chest at the suggestion. sure, he had a point; you'd never have to worry about wasting your first kiss on some stupid guy you'd never talk to again. and sure, it'd be nice having it with someone you're comfortable around in case you mess up. but what he wasn't accounting for was that for you, that person doubled as your crush, and you weren't sure what to do with that. but it seems your mouth works faster than your brain.

"let's do it." you blurted out, against your own better judgement. desperate to try and sav your sanity a little, you let one more thought spill. a condition. "it's just to say we've done it though, right? we can just forget about it after and we won't bring it up again, yeah?" you asked, knowing damn well you were lying through your teeth.

if this did happen, you were sure the experience would live in your brain forever, there was no "just forgetting about it." but regardless, matthew nodded as he inched closer to you on the bed, his face coming closer before you shut your eyes, letting your lips connect.

it was clumsy, you couldn't lie. but in retrospect, it really could've been worse, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. the feeling of his lips on yours, noses bumping and all, was one that had stuck with you all these years later. you couldn't forget about it, and you often wondered if he did.

a couple years later he had asked you out to prom; as friends of course, but you couldn't stop your heart from beating out of your chest at the thought. it may not have been as partners but just knowing he was there with you and nobody else that night really made your heart to flips and the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

the days and weeks approaching prom were nerve-wracking to say the least. obviously you wanted to look good because it was prom, but you were going with matthew, you had to look your best.

he had done everything right that night, everything you were sure a boyfriend would've, not that you had anything to compare him to.

"may i have this dance," he smiled, outstretching his hand as a slow tune played from the speakers. you almost couldn't hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat mixing with the chatter from the other students, but you took his hand without a second thought.

"this is nice," you muttered, just loud enough for only the two of you to hear. "tonight has been amazing, thank you matthew."

his ever so contagious smile had appeared again, "there's nobody i'd have rather experienced it with." his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you in a bit closer, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder for a moment. "i'd do anything with you by my side."

maybe it was because the end of your teenage years had been quickly approaching, but matthew had become more and more sentimental, and it had done terrible things to your heart, terrible things that you never wanted to stop.

to no surprise to anyone around you, the two of you had even gotten accepted into the same college, which made the idea of graduating soon not seem so daunting. which was good, because the day had approached faster than you were expecting.

"we did it!" you cheered, standing with you and matthew's families after the ceremony.

he grabbed your hands, shaking them around a bit as you two freaked out, "we graduated!"

the small celebration was quickly interrupted by matthew's father calling you both over for group photos before getting some with just your own. with excitement and adrenaline high, you couldn't help but smile until your cheeks hurt.

you don't remember much else from that day other then going out to dinner with both your parents and the seok's. but it was amazing. and you and matthew had stayed true to your promise. you didn't let some silly brick building, as he called it, tear you apart like you had watched it do to countless other friendships.

you were in this for life.

and that's how you ended up where you were now, winter break of your freshman year of college. sure, the courses and workload was an adjustment to get used to, and the overall atmosphere was different than you had expected, but you and matthew had always made time for each other even with his new found popularity in college.

he had truly blossomed in college; you tried not to think about it too much, the way he had grown into himself, finding his style and learning how to do his hair. it was great for him you were sure, but horrible for you. when did he start looking like that?

to make matters worse, a lot of people in your new friend circles had assumed you were dating until you told them otherwise. what were you supposed to do with that information. as much as you wish that was true, it just wasn't the case. but that was okay, because you still had him in your life, and he was still your best friend.

your best friend who you held hands with, and went on cute platonic dates with. your best friend who knew you better than you knew yourself. your best friend that you had an unwavering crush on.

that was all. no big deal.

as if saved by the bell, your phone had started ringing before you could get too into your own head, reaching into your back pocket you saw the name flashed across the screen; maechu.

"hi, are you still coming over?" you asked, your smile audible through the phone.

"of course i am, i was just calling to tell you to unlock your door because apparently you can't hear when i knock." he laughed, seeing you approach the door through the window.

you opened the door with a sheepish grin on your face, muttering an apology before letting him in. you had been so caught up in your own head that you didn't even notice the box in his hand until you had made it upstairs to your room. "matthew, you didn't have to."

he shook his head and smiled, handing the gift to you. "i wanted to, and it's nothing fancy don't worry." you placed the gift down on your bed for a moment, walking over to your closet to grab a nicely wrapped gift from the shelf, handing it to the boy in return.

"i thought we agreed we weren't doing gifts this year." a chuckle left his mouth as he glanced between the gift in his hands and the gift on your bed.

a smile spread across your face, realizing once again just how similar you two were; but you supposed being attached at the hip for the majority of your life would do that. "we did, but here we are."

you quickly urged him to open his gift, watching the way his face lit up at the matching bracelets, the date you had moved in, and subsequently met, was engraved on the inside of the band. he couldn't help but tear up, pulling you into a tight hug. "i love it, thank you" he mumbled into your hair before pulling away, grabbing one out of the box, "help me put it on."

and so you did, securing the clasp around his wrist before he reached into the box and grabbed the other one, taking a hold of your hand to return the favor. you tried not to but your heart sped up at the action, even if it was just him doing something nice, which is what he was known for doing.

"okay now," he started, making sure the bracelet was secure on your wrist, "your turn to open your gift."

you hesitantly grabbed the box off of your bed, not having any clue what it could be. tearing through the messily strewn together paper and tape, you were met with a box, looking to matthew in curiosity only for him to urge you to continue.

when you took the lid off, the sides of the box collapsed, revealing pictures of you from when you were kids up until graduation on layers of colorful paper and stickers. in the middle of it all was another, smaller box. lifting the lid off you revealed a cute charm of your favorite character attached to a keychain of a spotify code.

"it's a playlist i made for you," he couldn't contain the smile on his face at your excitement over the gift. "plus it's on a keychain so even when we are busy, you'll always have something to remind you of me with you."

you couldn't help the tears pooling at your eyes, or the words threatening to spill. "god, i love you." you breathed out, your stomach doing flips at the confession.

"i love you too y/n." he smiled, a little taken aback by the confession as it wasn't something you two said lightly.

you sighed, "no matthew, i love you. more than i should as your best friend." it took him a moment to realize what you were implying but once he connected the dots, it hit him like a truck, pulling you in for a hug as he picked you up off the floor.

you let out a giggle at the sudden action, not even thinking about what it could mean until he set you down and you noticed the way his cheeks had flushed a deep crimson red.

"i'll say it again, i love you too y/n."

your eyes practically popped out of your head at the confession, questioning if you heard him right, or if this was all some crazy realistic dream but when you felt his arms wrap around your waist again, you knew this had to be real.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this," you breathed out, trying not to cry from relief. all these years of pining after your best friend had actually been worth it. "it's been eating me alive."

pulling apart, matthew dragged you down to sit with you on the bed, moving the box over onto the floor where you weren't going to accidentally step on it. "i could say the same," he smiled, moving his hand to your knee where he rubbed circles with his thumb.

"i'm sure i've got you beat," you laughed, a little embarrassed by just how long you'd been feeling like this, causing him to quirk his brow at you, curious if you really did. "you're not getting it out of me, at least not till you tell me." you toyed, hoping he would agree.

"remember the night that guy stood you up in high school? that night is when it hit me like a truck, looking back i think i liked you longer than that but i realized it then."

in all honesty, that was way longer than you had expected, and it made you a little giddy to think that the last few years, he had been feeling the same way you had, and that maybe you weren't overthinking every time he held your hand or played with your hair to help you fall asleep.

"now you tell me." he tried to be as convincing as possible only to have you shake your head, insisting it was too embarrassing to tell him. "c'mon~ i told you, it's only fair." you simply let out a sigh, taking a deep breath to psych yourself up.

"i think it started when we were about 13," you pondered for a moment, but it really hit me around the same time it hit you, sophomore year."

"you're telling me you could've been mine since sophomore year?" he questioned in disbelief, feeling like he had missed so many opportunities up until this point due to being too afraid of rejection.

the blush that made it's way to your face at his realization could only be described as burning hot. you had no idea what to do with all the emotions bubbling in your chest, except for one thing. "i could be yours now." you suggested, looking down at your hands, being to shy to look him in the eye.

"i wouldn't have it any other way," he lifted your chin to look at him, "now pardon me if i'm overstepping, but i think we need a redo on that first kiss."

you nodded feverishly, causing him to chuckle before bringing your lips to his. this kiss was unlike your first one with him, your first in general. it wasn't clumsy, instead filled with a feeling of longing and desire; the kiss deepening as you let your lips part, only pulling apart when you needed air.

the feeling in your chest seeing his hair tousled, cheeks red and lips a little swollen was one you were sure you'd never get tired of, especially not when you were the reason.

"so," he paused, bringing his fingers up to feel his lips and memorize the feeling of his lips on yours, "is that marriage pact off?"

you smacked his arm, both letting out a chuckle at the memory of when you were 13 years old in his kitchen. "only if it means i'll be with you."

and that was it, you were here sitting at home, with the person who makes you feel at home anywhere; your best friend, and now boyfriend, seok matthew.

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #seok matthew imagines #zb1 imagines

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lurkingshan · 10 months

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La Pluie and the subversion of the faen fatale

Apparently me posting about La Pluie subverting major romance tropes is now a weekly occurrence, because this show just won’t quit! In this week’s episode, the show continued to give Nara a lot of time and care and generosity, and in doing so, came full circle on another major trope subversion: that of the faen fatale.

If you’ve read or watched any romance, you know the character type I am referring to: this is the ex-girlfriend who shows up to mess with our leads, insert herself into the love story as an obstacle, and generally cause drama and wreak havoc. In romance lit we generally refer to her as the femme fatale, and for the bl genre @absolutebl coined the term faen fatale, because they are endlessly clever. There are many many many examples of this character type in bl, but perhaps no better exemplar than Plern Pleng (my nemesis) from Together With Me.

If you’ve seen Together With Me, you know how this is supposed to go. The faen fatale, traditionally, is not a nice person and does not have good intentions. She may be acting from a place of genuine hurt and dejection, but she is here to fuck shit up and cause chaos. She is cold and calculating and ruthless in her attempts to eliminate her competition and win her ex back. She is an archetype deeply steeped in misogyny, and part of the romance and bl genres’ long history of stories steeped in sexism, patriarchy, and heteronormative nonsense that they are only recently beginning to recover from.

So La Pluie? This show that has been subverting romance tropes at every turn? Yeah, they had some things to say with their treatment of Nara, and boy did they deliver in this episode.

Even before this week, Nara has already been set up to be a sympathetic character. She and Patts had a very good relationship. They loved each other, and they were happy. She broke up with Patts after he formed a rain connection with another hearing loss sufferer, because even though Patts and Tai never actually spoke, and even though Patts told her he was committed to her, she just couldn’t handle him having that kind of connection with someone else, and felt it was inevitable that it would come between them. She ended things with Patts to protect herself. And ultimately, she regretted it.

As she comes back into the story, she is quite straightforward with Patts (and with Tai before she realizes who he is) about her intentions: she regrets breaking up with Patts and wants to get back together. We also see that she had reason to hope, due to a night where Patts drunkenly kissed her shortly before he met Tai. There are no tricks or schemes here - she tells Patts and anyone else who asks straight out what she wants. In her conversation with Tai when they first meet in episode 7, it is established that Tai likes her and wishes her well, a clear signal to the audience that even as she is interfering, she is not meant to be read as a villain. When Patts finally tells her he has met his soulmate and can’t be with her anymore, he does it with gentleness and care, because Nara has done nothing wrong and deserves only kindness from him. And once she realizes who Tai is, Nara backs off from Patts immediately, apologizes and confirms that she is giving up on him, and helps them all find Tai.

That was already great stuff! I felt so warmly toward Nara at the end of episode 8, and I expected that was where the story would leave her.

But La Pluie had more to say!

This week we get what is probably the best treatment of an ex-girlfriend character I have ever seen in any drama, not just in bl. Nara does not just conveniently disappear from the narrative now that she’s no longer an obstacle to the romance. She is still here, and her story still matters. So we get to see her go to Tai, apologize to him directly for the misunderstanding between them, and start gossiping and giggling with him about Patts (what did you whisper to him about, girl, inquiring minds want to know).

We get to see her receive care and sympathy from the rest of the group and have one final closure conversation with Patts, at Tai’s behest. We get to hear Patts say out loud that their relationship mattered to him, that he still loves and respects her, and that she doesn’t have to disappear from his life just because they can’t be together anymore, all while Tai looks on fondly. She is allowed to cry and express how hard this is for her even as she handles it with absolute grace, both with Patts and then again with Dream. We even get to see her bond with Dream and affirm that she is not going to lose the friends she made through her relationship with Patts (and that Dream in particular may become even more to her in the future, oh my).

I really just have to applaud La Pluie for dedicating story time to this. Every time we think they are about to go down a more traditional dramatic path they surprise us. I continue to be so pleased and impressed with how intentional they are in their dismantling of these classic tropes.

#la pluie #bl tropes #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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putaposyinyourhair · 5 months

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And they were roommates…

part 1 | part 2

• back by popular demand

• you get some chadthan and you get some chadthan everybody gets some chadthan!

• y’all wanted more… well this is what it look like

“Movie night?” Ethan repeats, watching Anika as the beta digs out multiple pillows from the giant sparkly pink tote bag she’s brought along with her.

He’s not sure how she’d managed to get so many to fit in there and as impressive a feat it is, frankly, he’s afraid to ask.

“Movie night,” Mindy parrots from where she’s lounging atop Ethan’s bed— because she steadfastly refuses to go anywhere near her brother’s bed because, and Ethan quotes, she doesn’t, ‘know what kind of bodily fluids are all over that thing.’

She holds out both hands and moves her fingers back and forth in a spirit-fingers kind of way as she echoes the words.

It’s disconcerting.

Mindy Meeks-Martin is a rollercoaster. Ethan is terrified of rollercoasters.

So, his slight fear of her checks out.

“And this is… a weekly occurrence?” he inquires, brows furrowed as he continues to watch Anika.

She’s kneeling atop the seemingly endless layers of blankets and bedsheets she and Chad have stretched out onto the floor between the beds, meticulously organizing the countless pillows against the dresser that he and Chad share— the one they’ve split evenly down the middle so each of them gets four drawers.

Chad’s desk chair is rolled out in front of the makeshift futon on the floor and his laptop is perched atop the seat, lid open and ready to go— the screen proudly displaying a slideshow of pictures of the Meeks-Martin family and friends.

It’s kind of endearing.

Ethan refuses to acknowledge the way it makes his chest ache a bit. He doesn’t have a single family photo on his phone. Only a few pictures he’s taken with Quinn over the years. And a single solitary snapshot of his mother from when he was a kid, before she’d passed.

“Every Friday!” Chad calls from where he’s got his head shoved in the closet— successfully pulling Ethan out of an inevitable dark swirl of thoughts. “We rotate. We had it at Tara’s last week but you missed it cause you were trying that study group thing. Next week it’ll be at Mindy and Anika’s and this week we get the pleasure of hosting, babe.”

Ethan feels his cheeks flush horribly, despite the fact that he tries his damned hardest to ignore the way his heart kind of trips over a beat in response to the flippant way Chad calls him babe. The alpha’s continued and incessant usage of pet names has been steadily increasing over the past two and a half weeks that they’ve known each other.

“You ditched us for study group last week?” Mindy inquires, face twisted in clear disgust. “Nerd.”

Ethan’s still reeling over babe so he can’t even bring himself to remind her she’s a horror movie fanatic and that, in and of itself, also makes her a nerd.

“Hey!”

Ethan’s gaze slides over to where Chad has pulled his head out of the closet.

“He’s the cutest nerd in all of Hortense Tower,” Chad declares with a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Put some respect on his highness’ name.”

Ethan wishes he had a shell he could retreat into and hide.

Princess definitely seems to be the alpha’s favorite pet name for him— thanks to Quinn and her downright mortifying stories— and he uses, ‘his highness’ to refer to Ethan when talking to others more often than not. It’s embarrassing as hell. But Ethan doesn’t… dislike it.

Babe is a close runner-up, followed by the more pretentious-sounding ones; Baby, Darling, Sweetheart, etc.

Ethan’s sure at some point he’ll have to draw the line. Probably somewhere around Honey or Pookie.

He shivers at the thought.

“Debatable,” Mindy decides in monotone, giving Ethan one of those sweeping once-over’s before she turns her attention back to Anika.

Chad’s lips purse in an almost disappointed pout but Ethan smiles softly at his roommate when their gazes meet and Chad grins before he returns to whatever he’s attempting to do in the closet.

Anika is kneeling beside Ethan’s bed, stealing his pillows to add to the collection already on the makeshift futon on the floor. Mindy’s still sprawled on his bed though and is holding a few pillows hostage and Ethan watches as the alpha flops around, groaning dramatically and refusing to move when Anika reaches for them. She only relents when the beta huffs and sweetly asks for them with a gentle smile.

Ethan is still trying to figure out if they’re dating or not.

If they aren’t, they absolutely should be. Sometimes, when Anika goes on these long-winded, passionate rants, Mindy stares at her like she hung the moon and all the stars in the sky.

It’s downright adorable.

But Ethan’s not going to say anything. Despite the fact that he’s Chad’s roommate and Chad seems to like him well enough, Ethan feels like he’s on the outside looking in most of the time. Chad, Mindy and Tara had grown up together. And Mindy and Anika had met at summer camp years ago.

He’s kind of the outsider in this equation.

There’s a sharp knock at the door and Chad pulls his head back out of the closet for a moment to shout an enthusiastic, “Come in!”

The door is thrown open with such force that Ethan physically winces when it slams into the wall with a loud bang.

“The party has arrived, bitches,” Tara drawls, her fingers clutching a downright impressive amount of chips and snacks. She sweeps into the room, toeing off her shoes, and depositing all of the snacks onto the futon on the floor before she looks up at Ethan and waves.

Ethan lifts a few fingers in response to what he naively assumes is her greeting him, but when he glances over at the open door the other omega’s left in her wake, he stills and his hand drops to his side.

Oh, he realizes, that must be his cue.

He sniffs and resolutely does not frown.

“Okay, so— um,” Ethan mumbles, reaching up to run a hand at the back of his neck anxiously. “What time should I come back?”

All at once, four pairs of eyes turn to him.

Even Chad's, who finally seems to find whatever it is he’s looking for in the closet— it turns out to be an old, ratty red-and-green plaid blanket that the alpha tosses over at his sister, who catches it one-handed, even while she arches a sharp brow up at Ethan.

“Back where?” Tara questions, her nose scrunching and her brows furrowing. “What are we talking about?”

Chad’s eyes are narrowed at Ethan and there’s a distinctly grim frown on his face.

Ethan squirms, shifting from one side to the other as he avoids the alpha’s gaze.

“To the room?” he squeaks out, motioning in the general direction of his side of the room. “I mean, I can like… kill a few hours in the library or something but, um, I— I don’t really have anywhere else to like… sleep and stuff.”

Anika drops the pillow she’s holding, her mouth gaping as she stares at him like he’s suddenly grown another head or something.

A muffled sound comes from where Chad’s standing by the closet, something like a wounded noise.

Ethan doesn’t look.

And he gets the feeling he’s said something wrong.

When do you ever say the right thing, a mean little voice that sounds suspiciously like his father’s hisses from the recesses of his mind.

He takes a step back, lifting both hands to wave in front of him frantically.

“I— I mean, sorry, never mind,” he croaks, his face positively flaming once more in shame. “It’s fine, I can— I can figure something out.”

He turns abruptly, and almost trips over Tara’s discarded shoes in his haste to grab his backpack and flee.

Maybe Jason from his film class will let him stay the night, Ethan thinks as he shoulders one of his backpack’s straps and groans internally. If he does that, he knows he’ll have to deal with an infuriating barrage of subtle anti-omega bullshit Jason’s roommate, Greg, is sure to throw his way.

It’s ridiculous that in this day and age there are still people who think omegas are less-than for some reason.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.”

Ethan’s head jerks back hastily as Chad rushes forward and steps into his path, effectively blocking him from their open dorm door.

“Slow your roll there, sweetheart,” Chad reasons, regarding Ethan with what looks to be a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Ethan grips his backpack’s strap tightly and does not think about the fact that even though Chad’s eyes look almost black from a distance, up close they’re very much a deep chocolate brown color that Ethan definitely doesn’t think is the most gorgeous he’s ever seen.

“Yeah, it’s your turn to pick the movie,” Tara calls out, and despite the fact that she’s clearly speaking directly to Ethan, he’s unable to pull his gaze away from Chad’s to look at her. “Thank fuck because I don’t think I could survive another one of Chad’s picks.”

“Whoa, hey,” Mindy pipes up, shooting up from her horizontal position on Ethan’s bed. “First of all, how dare you? Secondly, Empire Records is God tier.”

Mindy is kind of fiercely protective of her brother. It’s unexpected but admirable as all hell. Ethan highly respects her for it.

Quinn is the same way with him. Although, she’s probably the only person in the world who even cares about him at all so it’s probably not saying much.

“God tier?” Tara guffaws. “You and Chad literally just spent the whole night drooling over Liv Tyler.”

“So did Anika!” Mindy squawks, pointing up at said beta accusingly.

Ethan kind of half tunes them out— as they continue to bicker back and forth for a moment, until Anika steps in, in an attempt to mediate— and gulps quietly under Chad’s intense stare, the alpha refusing to look away from him.

“My turn?” Ethan queries uncertainly, licking at his lips nervously and staunchly disregarding the way the alpha’s gaze flickers down for a second. “Are— you want me to stay?”

Chad’s lips stretch out into this lazy reassuring smile, a few of his top teeth digging into his bottom lip as he reaches back with a foot and pushes at the door.

It closes with a soft click.

“Your turn,” Chad promises, one hand lifting to slide the strap of Ethan’s bag off of his shoulder.

Ethan lets him do it and relinquishes his backpack, which Chad immediately tosses into the corner.

Then, Ethan’s eyes widen and his face flushes furiously as Chad wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him into his side, ducking his head just the slightest bit so his lips graze against the shell of Ethan’s ear.

“Stay with me, princess.”

#scream #scream vi (2023)#scream vi #scream 6 #ethan landry #chad meeks martin #ethan landry x chad meeks martin #chadthan #chad x ethan

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rollercoasterwords · 24 days

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I've heard of ppl complaining about ur writing speed and posting schedule but it's honestly ridiculous. like you actually write insanely fast. it is incredible that you have managed to write over 150,000 words (in very high quality writing might I add 🫶) in like 10 months !!

thank u lol honestly i feel like i’ve had relatively little bs 2 deal w compared 2 the flack i’ve seen some other fic writers get etc but i have def like. had conversations w some other fic writers abt how strange it feels 2 get people immediately commenting on chs like “when will the next ch be out?” or sending messages etc asking abt posting schedules…idk i have conflicted feelings bc on the one hand im like well maybe i just did this 2 myself by having unusually fast & consistent posting schedules at various points w past fics but on the other hand i do try 2 make it v clear when like. my posting is gonna slow down…& also i v much do not think it should be considered standard 4 people 2 be updating wips weekly or monthly etc like when i was writing a fic 4 a different fandom before i joined this one i took like a four month break in the middle of posting w no warning & no one complained abt it lol.

& it’s also like. i do understand that none of those comments/messages etc r ill intended & usually people will tack on a little ‘no pressure!’ but unfortunately i am going 2 pressure myself regardless…which i have had 2 actively work on bc i was like. i cannot keep stressing myself out over arbitrary deadlines i set for something that’s supposed 2 be a hobby!! so i might just be extra sensitive abt it now & if one of those messages catches me on a day where im stressed abt other stuff etc (frequent occurrence recently lol) then like. no matter how nicely it’s phrased it still doesn’t feel nice. & i understand wanting 2 know but i also don’t think u should read a wip unless ur actually prepared 2 a) deal w the story however it goes [separate complaint that i’ve been discussing w my fic writing friends lmao] and b) wait however long it takes 4 chs w no expectations abt regularly-scheduled posting. so!

anyway not sure 2 what extent this is like a new phenomenon or expectations have actually changed…one friend who’s been like. writing fic way longer than i have told me they do feel like there’s been a sort of shift across various fandoms w this new expectation that fic writers r posting regularly quickly & consistently. like maybe bc fic has become more ‘mainstream’ etc there are an influx of people who r bringing in new standards that sort of echo what they’d expect 4 other forms of media but like. when u take a step back & think abt it it’s a little wild 2 want or expect some random guy 2 be providing u w weekly entertainment for free…have seen a few people being like “ugh we need a new big wip that everyone’s reading & talking abt” & im like. oh so u want someone 2 kill themself lmao like everyone i know who’s had their fic treated like the fandom’s ~tv show~ that they tune in for every week has had a horrible horrible time lol

#ask #if other fic writers have had similar experiences & wanna discuss u know where 2 find me…i love 2 complain etc….#but yeah just had a v long convo w some friends abt this so. lots of thoughts!!#wfrau

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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HELLO MAY I REQUEST A MAX MAYFIELD X READER?

VERY ROMANTIC AESTHETIC CUTE READER, WRITING LOVE LETTERS TO MAX. YES.

THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY !

Love, Y/n

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: HI TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! IDKY I ALWAYS HAVE TO MAP UP HOW MY FIC GOT TO WHERE IT IS BUT IT WORKS I GUESS?? HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 also if i had a nickel for every fic i've made with the reader calling max their everything i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice right?

word count: 1.3k

summary: even before you started dating max, she noticed how there was always a different romance novel on your nightstand each week. and now that you are in a relationship you are bringing those books to life.

warnings: none, just cheesy fluff.

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Ever since you were a kid romance has always been a fascination of yours. With movies, books, poems, music, anything. The love that someone expresses for another just amazed you. Even if some movies were cheesy or a few books were written poorly the idea of them caring for one another was pure.

When Max moved into Hawkins you were the first one to approach her. The party decided to chicken out while you did all the hard work. You came up to her with a backpack on and The Notebook in hand. You had asked her if she was into arcade games. Confusion crossed her features for the fact it was a rather coincidental question. Not a ‘Hi’ or ‘Hey! How’s it going?’ She soon put two and two together that the boys that were following her throughout the day were somehow acquainted with you.

You watched the wheels turn in her head as she hesitated to respond. Instead of letting the awkward silence continue you informed Max that your friends were wondering if she was ‘Mad Mad.’ The person who came out of nowhere and absolutely dominated Dig Dug.

Once the air was cleared you invited her to come with you to hang out at the arcade for a few hours. It didn’t have to be with the boys, you informed. They could be very overbearing and have no boundaries at times.

She agreed, deciding to herself that she needed to be familiar with at least someone. The relationship between you blossomed from there.

Hanging out at your house became a weekly occurrence.(You tried her house once but the stare off her step-brother and you had as you made your way to Max’s room was not something that she wanted to witness again.) The first few times she was there she saw the mountain if vhs tapes stacked up on a table. You told her each and every name, most of them being corny ones. As well as a bookshelf that was stacked to the brim. Books on top, resting on the floor, and some scattered across your room. Max sneaked a peak at the covers when you went to get something to drink once. At least 75% of them had the couple on the front holding one another close. Causing her to scrunch up her face.

You were cheesy. That’s all there was to it. You were a big ball of lovey cheesiness… but Max could live it. After the events with the demo-dog hive mine under the middle of Hawkins, to say the dynamic between you and Max changed. The two of you danced at the Snowball, telling yourselves that the boys were gross. Which Max teased you about for the fact of the amount of fictional men you had in your room. Which brought up the topic about how you weren’t really reading for the guys all the time.

Max’s eyes widened at your statement, all of the confusing feelings she’s been having over the past weeks finally making sense. On your front step after her mom had dropped you off, Max ran to catch you before you entered the door. Grabbing your face gently with her hands and bringing her lips to yours. As she pulled away a shocked smile appeared on your features. She smiled back, placing a light kiss on your cheek before yelling a 'bye!' and making her way back to her mom’s car. You still stood stunned while you waved them goodbye as the vehicle pulled out of your driveway. Boy did Max not know what she was getting into.

At first it was little notes. Just a small shred of paper that would fall out her locker now and then with some meaningful words on it. Then came the sticky notes that she would find on random items in her backpack or anywhere really it seemed. How did you do it without her knowing? She had no idea.

On them were little cute ‘pick me up’ messages, as you liked to called them, or just sweet things. Like you liked her outfit or she looked really pretty that day. She later confronted you, jokingly asking if that meant she didn’t look pretty everyday.

She looked forward to them. Even if you did skip some days she knew it must have been a good reason. They helped her gain more confidence in herself and your relationship. Confirming you weren’t sick of her and cared just as deeply for her as she did you.

Months flew by as the notes continued. It wasn't until a week into summer that you decided to switch it up again. Max was once again staying the night at yours and while she was doing who knows what, you sneaked the piece of paper into her bag. Knowing she’ll find it sooner or later.

Max did indeed stumble across the envelope late the next day. Having packed away all the dirty clothes into a hamper and other essentials in their places. However when going to grab a stray sock at the bottom of her bag she noticed something that she didnt put there herself. Pulling it out, she observed the slightly crumpled paper. She moved to her bed as she saw on the front read ‘Max Mayfield’ in your hand writing. She smiled lightly as she began to open the envelope, slightly ripping it in the process. Taking the paper in both hands she began reading,

Dear Max,

Hi! If you’re reading this that means it didn’t get lost wherever I put it, which is good! I’m sorry if you are getting sick of these little notes, but it’s just something I’ve always wanted to do for someone. In books they mention how falling for someone is like feeling a spark or a zing of lightning. That’s what you are for me, Max. My lightning, my spark, my person to express everything I have to give. The one I can talk to without feeling ashamed or worried you’ll judge me. Even if you tease and pick at time I know that it’s just a way to show you care.

As well as the times when we are together. How you are able to open up and be gentle and just to trust me. That means so much. Ever since I was little I’ve waited for someone to let me do these cheesy little notes to. For someone who was touched by my words and would trust me enough to believe them. Max you are everything I’ve always wanted and more. You ARE my everything. DON”T LAUGH AT ME FOR THAT OKAY?? Cause it’s true! I don’t know where I’d be without you (for the fact that you did quite literally save my life I probably wouldn’t even be here).

Every day I wake up wondering if you had a good night or if you were even awake yet. Every day when you're not here I wish you were and wish that you’re doing well. You’re like oxygen to me, Max. Without you I wouldn’t be able to do the things I love. And I’m so glad that you’re the one who allows me to. Anyways, the point of this was to tell you that I’m happy you allow me to do these types of things for you. And I just care about you a lot. Even love! With all the things we’ve been through and the time we’ve spent with each other I can gladly say that I'm in love with you, Max Mayfield. And I’m 100% sure that you love me too so you don't have to say it back till you're ready. I hope you are having a wonderful day, Max. I can’t wait till I see you again.

Love, Y/n

Max’s face was hurting from the amount of smiling she was doing. A squeal left her as she covered her mouth and fell back onto her bed. Clutching the letter to her chest she peered up at the ceiling. God, she could never let you see her like this… Well maybe you could, I mean if you love her how could you not accept her beat red face with open arms?

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eddies-puppet · 1 year

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𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 | 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙙

Chapter 7: The Storm

Warnings: Alcohol. Smut (p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving)).

Word count: 3,000

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

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"I'm so sorry," Spencer laughed as he opened the door to his apartment, gesturing for Becca to step inside. "Come in and get warm."

"Spence, you're an extremely capable guy, but you can't control the weather so stop apologising," Becca laughed as Spencer closed the door behind them, pushing his wet hair back from his face.

"Let me find you some clothes and I'll put yours in the dryer," Spencer said as he made his way across to his bedroom door. "It's been a long time since we've had a storm like this," she heard him call. "I love storms though."

"Me too. You should live in England, they're almost a weekly occurrence," she laughed as she looked around the lounge.

It was exactly how she'd expected. The walls were lined with bookcases, almost bursting at the seams, and an old record player sat in the corner. His furniture all looked antique, the exception being what looked like an almost brand-new TV sitting atop an old bureau.

"You can probably tell I've not long had that," Spencer told her quietly, reappearing through the doorway. "Max thought I lived in the dark ages and made me buy it," he laughed.

"I mean, I don't disagree with her," Becca giggled.

"I hope these will be ok just while your clothes dry," Spencer said softly. "You can change in my room. Shall I order us some takeout as the storm ruined our dinner plans?"

"Sounds like a good plan," she smiled, taking the clean clothes from him.

"Pizza ok?"

"My favourite," she nodded, making her way to Spencer's bedroom and closing the door behind her.

She took off her wet clothes, putting them in a small pile by the door. She pulled on the white shirt Spencer had given her, laughing as she realised how it dwarfed her. He'd also left her a pair of his black boxer shorts. As she pulled them up her legs, she looked around the room.

The walls were a deep grey, the furniture and bedding dark. Very much a continuation of his lounge.

She bent down, looking at a pile of books on his bedside table, chuckling to herself. Arthur Conan Doyle, Leo Tolstoy and John Fowles. Hardly light bedtime reading!

She paused at the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door, wiping underneath her eyes and thanking God for waterproof mascara. Her hair hadn't been so lucky, getting frizzier as it dried. She spotted a hairbrush on the cabinet, and luckily she always had a hair tie around her wrist, so she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail before picking up her wet clothes and making her way back to the lounge.

Spencer jumped up from the sofa, turning to face her, his eyes travelling down her body. "I know, not my best look," she laughed quietly.

"No, you look, um," he stuttered, pausing to swallow hard. "It's a good look," he added softly as he walked slowly towards her. "The pizza's on its way. You can probably work that thing better than I can," he smiled, gesturing to the TV. "Why don't you pick a movie while I put your clothes in the dryer and get changed?"

He took her clothes from her, the tips of his slender fingers brushing the back of her hand as he held her gaze, the tip of his tongue resting in the corner of his lips. She nodded slowly, clearing her throat as she tore her eyes from his, sitting down on the sofa.

She smiled as she noticed Spencer had already filled two glasses of wine and left them on the coffee table. Picking one up and taking a sip, she grabbed the remote and navigated the TV to a streaming site.

"Have you seen The Conjuring?" She called loudly.

"No, I haven't." Becca was startled as Spencer appeared beside her.

"Sorry," she laughed. "I thought you were still in the other room."

"I thought maybe you had concerns about my hearing," he chuckled as he made his way around the sofa and lowered himself down beside her, picking up the other wine glass from the table.

"Anyway, I think you'll like The Conjuring, it's one of my favourites," Becca smiled as she hit play on the movie, pulling her feet up onto the seat, her thighs pressed against her chest. She took a deep breath, feeling the warmth from Spencer's arm against hers. She glanced at him as he took a sip of his drink.

As much as she knew she shouldn't be thinking about him in this way, she could look at his beautiful face all day. His hazel eyes that seemed to constantly twinkle, his full lips, the jawline that could cut glass. Her eyes must have lingered on his face for a fraction of a second too long, as he turned to look at her.

"You ok?" He asked softly. She nodded slowly, not trusting her voice to speak, his eyes seeming to darken as they surveyed her face, eventually settling on her lips.

The corner of his mouth turned into a small smile as he moved his glass into his other hand and lay his arm across the back of the couch behind her neck, his fingertips moving gently against her shoulder. She could feel her whole body flushing under his gaze and as his eyes moved back to her own, he leant slowly towards her, his breath warm against her lips.

They both jumped at a loud knock on the door, Spencer laying his head on the back of the couch, groaning frustratedly. "Pizza," he chuckled, getting up from his seat and answering the door.

She watched him walk away, his grey joggers hanging low on his hips, his white t-shirt showing his toned forearms, his soft hands, his lean fingers.

"Thank you," he smiled to the delivery guy, before closing the door. Putting the pizza down on the coffee table, he bit gently on the inside of his cheek, his eyes meeting hers once again. "Do you need a plate?"

"No, I'm good thanks," she smiled.

He nodded, sitting back down beside her as he held her gaze. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear, licking his lips slowly.

"Let's eat," he whispered.

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"I topped your drink up while you were in the bathroom," Spencer smiled as Becca sat down beside him. She pulled her feet up onto the couch in front of her.

"Dr Reid, are you trying to get me drunk?" She laughed. He turned his head slightly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"Is it working?" He asked cheekily.

"You know, I think it might be," she giggled, leaning against him, her knees flopping sideways onto his thighs. Spencer chuckled, and as he turned his attention back to the movie, he casually laid his hand on her leg, his fingertips tracing tiny circles on her soft skin.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, gently biting her lower lip, trying to steady her heart, which was beating so fast, so hard, that she was sure he must be able to hear it.

"You're supposed to be watching the movie, not me," he said softly, turning to look at her. She smiled.

"I've seen the movie enough times," she whispered.

Before she knew what was happening, his lips slammed against hers, kissing her passionately, his tongue sweeping across her lips. She buried her fingers in his hair, a guttural groan escaping from him as she tugged on it gently. His hands ran down the sides of her torso before he grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of him, her knees either side of his hips.

She pulled away from his kiss, their lips barely touching as their eyes locked, their breath hot and fast. She could feel his hard cock beneath her, and she moved her hips on top of him, his head falling back as he groaned loudly. She smiled as he lifted his lips back to hers, kissing her hungrily, his hands holding her face to his as she grabbed at the fabric of his t-shirt, her fingers scratching at his chest as she pulled him tight against her.

"Bedroom?" She whispered into his kiss. Without a word, Spencer stood up, lifting her with ease as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her through to his bedroom, their lips never parting.

He placed one knee on the edge of the bed, laying her own, her legs falling down on either side of his. She reached up, grabbing the front of his t-shirt and pulling him down, his weight bearing down on her as their lips reconnected.

She groaned softly as Spencer's fingers moved slowly down her body, her skin prickling beneath his touch. As he reached the waistband of the shorts she wore, he slowly eased his index finger beneath the elastic, Becca groaning softly as he moved his finger across her stomach towards her navel.

"Is this ok?" He whispered. She opened her eyes, her desire burning within them, and nodded eagerly, her breath fast and shallow, kissing him again as her hands ran up his sides, pushing his t-shirt up. He climbed up onto his knees, pulling his t-shirt off and throwing it into the corner of the room as he looked down at her, his eyes shimmering lustfully. Spencer was tall, slim, but his body was tight, well-toned and smooth, aside from a couple of scars.

She watched him as he removed her shorts, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. She gasped as his lips brushed the inside of her thigh, her hands gripping the bedsheets beneath her, trying desperately not to crumble beneath him.

"You're sure?" She could feel his warm breath against her inner thigh as he left a trail of soft kisses up towards her slit.

"I'm sure Spence," she panted, her hips jolting as his tongue danced across her clit. "Fuck," she gasped, one of her hands abandoning the bedsheets and grabbing at his soft curls. He moaned softly against her, the vibration causing her to cry out again, her head pushing hard into the soft mattress as she tugged gently on his hair, trying to pull him back up towards her.

He pulled away from her, kneeling between her legs, licking his lips slowly as he took her hands, pulling her up so she sat in front of him. He pushed a stray strand of hair back from her face, smiling as he held her gaze, his hands moving to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.

The air between them crackled, the heat between them intensifying with each passing second. She leant towards him, desperate to feel his lips on hers again, to feel his body against her, but he leant back on his heels, his eyes glinting darkly as he smiled.

"Patience," he whispered, his hands pushing her shirt slowly down her arms, his slender fingers dancing delicately across her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Rising onto her knees, she lay her hands on his thighs, slowly running them up towards his waist. She smiled, biting her lower lip as her hand grazed Spencer's erection, his eyes falling closed as a deep moan rumbled in his throat.

Her fingers tightened around the waistband of his joggers, pulling his hips towards her, allowing her to slide his bottoms down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone as she went.

She gasped as his hand closed around her ponytail, pulling it forcefully and slamming his lips into hers as her head snapped backwards. She buried her hands in his hair, responding passionately as his tongue found hers, and lay back onto the bed, pulling him on top of her.

She dug her fingernails hard into his back, writhing beneath him as he kicked his joggers to the floor, his hand forcing its way between their bodies, slipping two fingers inside of her, and she cried out loudly as his thumb moved against her clit. She felt his fingers curl inside her, finding her G spot each time, and the knot in the pit of her stomach grew, her muscles tightening around his fingers.

"Tell me what you want," Spencer breathed against her lips. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, trying to catch her breath.

"I want you inside me," she panted. He smiled, nodding slowly as he gently took her lower lip between his teeth, tugging it lightly as he removed his fingers from her pussy, wrapping his hand around his hard cock and lining himself up with her wet entrance, groaning deeply as he pushed his length inside her. She exhaled sharply as he stretched her out, the pain quickly subsiding, giving way to pleasure.

"You ok?" He asked softly. She nodded her head quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, earning another guttural groan from him as he buried his face into her shoulder and began to thrust into her, slowly at first while her body adjusted to his size.

As her cries of pleasure grew louder, he thrust faster, her fingers tightly gripping into the soft skin of his back. Her heart was racing, pounding so hard she could hear the blood rushing in her ears as she moved her lips along his shoulder, leaving tiny hickeys behind.

She could feel the knot in her stomach tightening as he reached behind him, taking her hands in his and pinning them to the bed above her head. He could feel her walls tightening around him.

"I know, nobody else has made you feel like this, have they?" She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak as her breathing became frantic. "Cum for me baby," he whispered, his lips meeting hers once again.

She felt herself unravel around him as her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body quivering as she cried out loudly. Her body pulsed around him, responsive to him in a way she'd never felt before.

She felt his thrusts getting sloppier, and as her walls throbbed again around his cock, he felt himself fall over the edge, his arousal spilling inside her as a feral growl rumbled in his throat. He drove hard into her, their moans mingling together as he bottomed out inside her with each movement.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Spencer collapsed on top of her, struggling to catch his breath, his hand gently resting on her cheek as he left soft kisses against her neck.

"Remind me to make sure we watch a lot more horror movies if that's the mood they put you in," Becca laughed breathily. He lifted his head, smiling exhaustedly as she pushed his hair back from his face.

"I don't think the movie had anything to do with it," he said softly, gently pressing his lips to hers. "Don't move. Let's get you cleaned up."

Spencer groaned softly as he pulled himself out of her and walked into the bathroom. She could hear the tap running and hurriedly looked around for her abandoned shirt, spotting it laying on the ground beside the bed. Wincing at the dull throbbing between her legs, she leant over and grabbed it, pulling it on swiftly.

"I'm pretty sure I told you not to move," she heard him say as he emerged from the next room.

"Sorry, I just suddenly felt, well, naked," she laughed.

"I see no issue with that," he smiled. "Now lie down and let me clean you up," he instructed her as he pulled his joggers back on, the material hanging low on his hips.

"Spence, I can clean myself up."

"I said," he muttered, placing his free hand to her cheek. "Lie down." His voice was deeper now, darker, and she lay back, her head resting against his plump pillows. He sat down beside her, his thigh resting against hers, and ran the cool washcloth up the inside of her thigh. She inhaled sharply as the cool cloth touched her sensitive slit, her legs tensing, and his lips pulled into a smirk.

"The walk to the metro might not be a fun one," she giggled.

"Stay," he whispered.

"Oh Spence, sorry, that wasn't a hint."

"I know it wasn't. But you should stay. The weather is horrible, and it's late. I'd feel better if you stayed," he told her. "If you want to, of course," he added nervously. Becca smiled, sitting up and laying her hand on his thigh.

"So long as you don't mind, that would be great."

"I can take the couch," he said, moving to stand up, but before he could, she took hold of his hand, their eyes locking.

"Spence. What just happened here... that means it's ok for us to share a bed," she giggled, leaning forwards and kissing him. This kiss was different. Not like the burning lust for one another. This was slower, gentler, his tongue sweeping across her lower lip, their lips melding together perfectly.

"I'll get you some water," he smiled, pulling away from her kiss and standing up, leaving the room. She climbed under the covers, yawning as she did so, and snuggled into the soft mattress.

Spencer came back into the room and placed a glass of water on each bedside cabinet before climbing into bed beside her. She rolled onto her side, facing him, and snuggled closer to him, her hand stroking his smooth chest as she tangled her legs around his and buried her face in his neck.

"Good night Spence," she whispered, gently kissing his neck as he laced his arms around her, pulling her tighter against him.

"Night Becks."

#spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fan fiction #criminal minds #smutty

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shitpostingkats · 2 years

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Aerith Gainsborough is the funniest woman alive.

A twink carrying her dead boyfriends oversized sword falls out of the sky right in front of her and instead of being, I don’t know, surprised? Or knocked off balance? She just goes “great, please fight the high level government hitmen that are tailing me. That’s your job now :)” even though it is 100% clear she could do it herself and this is an almost weekly occurrence. Cloud, in return, recieves absolutely nothing for his services, but he does get dragged along by this girl all the way to her home, where her mom’s like “Honey, you can’t keep surprise kidnapping grown-ass human beings, especially the ones too timid to talk back to you. Oh also, the cops stopped by looking for you.” And Aerith goes “What else is new? Anyways, I’m gonna go take this funky traumatized twink shopping and make him wear flowers crowns, byeeeeeee~”

And then you go and fight another high level government hitman because apparently this girl is so wanted by the cops that she’s on a first name basis with half the assassins in the city, but also you learn that despite all odds, she’s also actually super nice and uses her steamroller of a personality to care for her neighborhood and annoy the shit out of the police.

And then she just refuses to leave and helps break a woman she’s never met out of the flashiest mansion in town and drags Cloud to the club and then tags along to whack people with a stick and ends up helping to save the world.

What a gal.

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii remake #ffvii #ffviir #aerith gainsborough #rambles

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greypetrel · 1 year

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DadWolf AU snippet.

When they move to Ferelden from Kirkwall, Aisling doesn't want a room of her own, at first. She's particularly stubborn on that point, she just refuses to choose anything for it and even call it her room. She doesn't call it home. Home was the one in Kirkwall, the new one is "The new house".

She was happy sharing the room with Dorian, why does they need now to get in separate rooms? She hates this house, will make herself scarce every time anyone tries to drag her into choosing anything, from the colour of the walls to a swing for the big oak tree, to new toys and books, or trying to plant fruit trees, peaches and lemons (her favourites) in the garden. When she refuses also Solas trying to coax her by promising to paint hallas and unicorns and horses on her walls, it's clear there's something very wrong.

It's a long afternoon away from home, eating ice cream and walking around -she hates the town and just grabs Solas' jacket and hides behind his legs, frowning at everyone passing by, but it gets better when they reach a park and there are trees. She's curious about all the dogs, at least. It's the sunset and the *a very resigned DadWolf sigh* second ice cream before he manages to have her speaking.

She is scared by the dark, and she is terrorised by being alone in a room. She never slept alone in her life, the orphanage had a big room with all the kids, it was scary and pitch black and she hated it, but she wasn't alone, a girl snored and she didn't feel on her own.

She doesn't want her own room and wants to get back to the one she and Dorian shared Back in Kirkwall the house was smaller and everyone was always around someone else, she got at ease so quickly because it felt a little like her clan, just smaller.

The solution is buying for both balls of destruction "Big children beds". Aka grown up beds that are horribly oversized now, but where they both can fit and snuggle together, for now.

If Solas and Varric thought that it's good, so they'll have less laundry to do, they were, tho, wrong.

One night they want to sleep in Dorian's room, the other in Aisling's. Sometimes they just take sheets and blankets out and build their own forts, stealing all the pillows in the house -all of them- to make it more comfy. They get good at creating speckles of coloured light dancing around until they fall asleep.

Slumber parties become a weekly occurrence with the Hawkes first, all the Rutherfords too when they get dragged in the group. The house is never quite and the days when there's only Aisling and Dorian seems rare.

Aisling sleeps alone for the first time the day of her 9th birthday, solemnly declaring she's big, now. It feels scary and daunting at first, but the hallas painted on the wall are not. She named them one by one, none of them snore, but they're company enough. There's her family just two doors away, anyway.

(she wakes up from a nightmare and runs to snuggle in with Dorian. He wakes up, complains loudly and the whole of the house is awake at 4:30, but they call it a success nonetheless.)

#dadwolf au #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Numbers 3 and 4 for Arthur gets sneaky?

(Referencing This List of Questions) (Arthur Gets Sneaky)

3) What's your favourite line of Narration?

Hmmm. Ok. There are a few bits to be honest😅

Arthur isn’t sure what Merlin does, if he gives a look, or waves hand, but the Prince hears the distinct sound of two pairs of armoured feet walking closer. He quirks an eyebrow; though he is surprised, he isn’t too worried about that fact that the castle’s guards apparently trust Merlin’s word and orders above that of a demanding Lord.

^^ Purely because I love the idea of the castle guards/knights/servants all knowing and trusting Merlin, and Arthur being both baffled and impressed by that.

Arthur wonders briefly if Merlin has ever lied to him like that, and then he remembers that ninety percent of the stupid shit he’s caught Merlin doing has been either completely nonsensical and harmless, or harmful only to himself, and in defence of others; he decides very quickly, and rather horrifyingly, that he doesn’t think he minds if Merlin lies to him.

^^ARTHUR SAYING HE KNOWS MERLIN HAS SECRETS BUT DOESN'T CARE!!! AAAAHHHHHH. Anyway. Yeah, Arthur trusts Merlin even when he thinks Merlin is lying to him.

If Arthur hadn’t seen it a million times before, he’d be impressed with Merlin’s brazenness, as it is, he just rolls his eyes.

^^Arthur just being used to Merlin being an overconfident idiot is just... fun. Ya know?

Arthur waits until he’s out of sight before he turns back around and heads to the library again. He’s not even sure what he wants to accomplish, what he wants to find, but he sees it when he gets there: a far too clean, far too dust free patch on the wall and floor right at the back of Geoffrey’s domain. There’s not a speck of blood to be seen, and as far as Arthur’s memory can recall, he hadn’t seen any in the hallways either. He takes a deep breath, blinks away his quiet surprise, gulps, and goes back to his rooms.

^^ Arthur sees Merlin killing a guy and then just... dealing with it like this is a weekly occurrence?? Noted. Bed time.

4) What's your favourite line of dialogue?

There isn't much dialogue in this one, but there are a couple bits I quite enjoyed😁

“I did have wood.-” Merlin just hums: “-I could go get it again?” Merlin hums again, but it’s shorter, lower, and Arthur nods, turning to gather their bedrolls from their packs and laying them together.

^^I know this isn't necessarily dialogue, but I love that they can have whole conversations with just a few words and hums, and know exactly what they're agreeing to at the end of it.

“When I take my hand away, you’re not going to scream, you’re not even going to squeal. When I take my hand away, you’re going to speak very calmly, and clearly, and quietly. When I take my hand away, you’re going to tell me exactly what I want to know, or instead of putting a few extra holes in you, I’ll start cutting things off, starting with your fingers, moving on to your dick, and ending with your eyelids. Do you understand? Nod.”

^^I've wanted to write parts of this for SO long. The "When I take my hand away" repetition, and the "fingers-dick-eyelids" thing, and I saw this as the perfect opportunity to fit it in. Also I just love me some badass/unsettling Merlin :D

“-how dare you leave me out of this! That fight looked incredible, and you left me at home! You’ve deprived me of one hell of a tavern story, and I fully expect you make up for that by not leaving me behind next time. Dick.” Merlin freezes and narrows his eyes in confusion, before all the tension drains from his body and he stares at Arthur incredulously: “That’s what you’re mad about?! I almost died, and you’re mad that you didn’t get to join in on the fun??” Arthur blinks and purses his lips, allowing his gaze to wander the clearing as he momentarily thinks, before looking back to the servant and nodding decisively: “Yes.-”

^^I just love this whole exchange. It started off as a crack idea in the original plan and then people liked it so I incorporated it into the actual fic. I write crack so rarely, I thought I deserved it in the last few lines.

Keep the questions coming Gang!! You can either choose from This List Of Questions, or you can ask your own!! (About old and new fics, Headcanons, and even fics that haven't been written yet, say, from The List, if you've got any questions about the prompts on there!!)

Feel free to send in multiple asks/anons as well, don't feel like you can only send one or two :D

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scholarlypidgeot · 2 years

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19) “What do you mean you got the bottles mixed up, they we’re very clearly labeled POISON and NOT POISON!! Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, okay, here’s what I want you to do!”

I admit, it's strange to think about now, but there came a time in my life with Todd that kidnapping became normal.

I guess it puts into perspective the point that I reached, between twelve and fourteen, when I just accepted that I wasn't living normally. That's...that's not really true, I'd actually accepted it a lot earlier than that, but twelve and thirteen are when most of the kidnappings that I remember happened.

After the first one, when I was five, Todd hadn't really let me out of his sight. After the time I ran away, though, he decided that maybe I could afford a little time to myself. I never strayed far for obvious reasons, not that it did much. I went out every day along different routes, exploring, sometimes spending some of the money Todd had given me, sometimes dropped off at a new spot and allowed to roam until he came and picked me up.

I remember one time, it was a latter case. It hadn't quite become a weekly occurrence, but it had happened a few times to the point where I knew how to recognize when somebody was following me, when a stranger who seemed too nice probably was too nice. Unfamiliar Unseelie didn't try anything during my day outings, but I still steered as clear of them as I could.

Anyway, by this point I'd come to recognize the telltale signs of strangers who were too interested in me, but I hadn't yet reached the point where I recognized those telltale signs in shopowners. It wasn't so much that I didn't think of them as being the same as them being obviously trustworthy, because they owned shops and sold things to people. That changed when I purchased some kind of pastry - it might've been a Danish, I remember having a Danish phase - and then waking up in the back of a car to hushed voices arguing.

"What do you mean you got the bottles mixed up?" One voice demanded. "They were very clearly labeled POISON and NOT POISON!!"

"Technically," the second voice said, "they're both poison. One was just more severe than the other."

"Do you know how fucked we are if she's dead?" the first voice hissed. I opened one eye to see two Hunters in the front seat, clothes hiding most of their identities, but I recognized their voices. The first one was the nice baker lady from behind the counter where I'd gotten my pastry. The other was the cashier, who'd called me "dear" and given me a discount. She'd had the name "Rosie" embroidered on her apron.

The baker took a deep breath, then started to mutter as if thinking. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, okay, here’s what I want you to do! Keep an eye out. I'm going to double check that she's got a pulse."

"We don't even know if she had one to begin with!"

"I do." Not seeing the point in playing sleep anymore, I sat up. Both of them jumped, and the baker turned in her seat.

"What?"

"I'm not Unseelie." I rubbed my eyes. My head was still fuzzy. "You should stop before Todd finds out. I'm supposed to meet him at three on the corner."

"We haven't even-" Rosie started, but the baker shot her a venomous look before turning back towards me, sugar-coating her words like I was six.

"We're not going to-"

"You're not going to hurt me, you want to help me, Todd is dangerous." I was still too groggy to really be polite, and also, she'd started to baby talk me. I was twelve. I was much too old to be baby-talked. "He's not, but he will hurt you if you don't let me go, and I know you wouldn't hurt me, but you'd try to hurt him, and just get hurt worse."

"She has a point," Rosie said, before getting another glare. "What? Without Jo, we probably couldn't take him, even during the day. No offense, Bray, but you didn't think this through."

"I saw an opportunity, and I took it. It's what Jo would do."

"But we're not Jo, and we should probably let her go, because she's right." Rosie's tone was very reasonable. "If we don't, we're probably going to be dead."

"Let me think." Bray made it sound like it was a momentous effort.

Rosie visibly rolled her eyes, then unlocked the doors before Bray could stop her. "Get out of here, kid. Sorry about the trouble."

I slid over, relaxing a little, then stopped as I looked out the window.

"Actually," I said, slowly, as one of the Unseelie in the alley across the way looked in my direction, then made a double take, "I think it might be better if I stay here for a little bit. If it's not too much trouble."

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Impulse writing at 4AM! But I've been chewing on this prompt for a while and decided what the heck, might as well.

Thank you for the prompt! It was hilarious trying to figure out a situation where it actually worked in Crimson. This isn't told from Pat's perspective, as you can probably tell; instead this is Eva, a daughter of the Hunt who was raised by an Unseelie ambassador. If you have questions or more prompts, feel free to send them!

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paradoxesofgalaxies · 2 years

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hiii~ we're a mutual but we're shy when giving any sort of unsolicited advice, but we deal with migraines two to three times weekly so. we just wanted to share some stuff! try taking some ibuprofen with some caffeine, caffeine is helpful for migraines! (but coffee itself or caffeinated drinks can be triggers, so it's best to take a caffeine pill) really there's like 2 ideal cocktails to take of you're stuck using over-the-counter meds: ibuprofen+acetaminophen+caffeine is one if you have those three, but you can also get Excedrin, which has aspirin+paracetamol+caffeine in it, which may work better. Just be warned, asprin is a blood thinner.

you can also take up to 800 mg of ibuprofen a day and be gucci, that's the max.

you're using heat which is good, but also try ice if the heat doesn't seem to be improving it!

this works at least for me especially if the migraine is in a localized area like the right or left side of the head, or behind the eye, it may benefit more by numbing the nerves over with ice, rather than heating them and making them more inflamed. you want to take the inflammation down.

usually what i do is put an ice pack on my head where the pain is and try to nap for like an hour. it's a 50/50 shot if it'll help.

also you said you need to get pumpkins done! that sounds fun but very tiring, try not to strain your eyes as your working, easier said than done but straining your ocular nerves are going to trigger that pain.

sorry for this long unwarranted post, we just felt like throwing some helpful things your way, take care of yourself hun

I appreciate the attempt to help, but I've been dealing with migraines for over 20 years. I've tried a vast array of treatments, some of which helped though most were useless at best.

I'm actually at pretty low frequency of migraines these days thanks to a neurologist who listens to me. Most of my migraines start as shoulder dislocations which cause the muscles in my neck to overtighten and pull on the vertebrae hard enough to pull them out of alignment (this is significant enough to be seen on x-rays). The vertebrae subluxing is what causes the migraine but it all stems from my shoulders dislocating which is a near daily occurrence. However, I'm prescribed daily muscle relaxers to help prevent migraines and it's the most effective treatment I have.

When I posted earlier, I had just taken Excedrin, my afternoon muscle relaxer, and was using heat to help release the muscles. I can only use ice simultaneously with heat or the muscles will overtighten again so I tend to only use it at the base of my skull when necessary to help alleviate the inflammation resulting from the top vertebrae shifting but I have to keep heat on my shoulders.

All this to say, I'm dealing with a complicated situation and have had 20+ years to figure out what works for me.

I'm not upset with you and I know you were just trying to help. But unless I ask for advice, I'm not looking for suggestions for my medical problems.

Again, I appreciate the sentiment and I'm not upset! Just trying to explain a boundary that I need to be more clear about

#galactic gab #asked and answered

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natti-ice · 2 months

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Never Been Kissed- Tom Riddle.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x fem!reader

You go out at night to meet a friend, and end up forming a new relationship.

Warnings: OOC Tom riddle, set in the Marauders era!

Author’s note: this is a reuploaded and modified fic I wrote a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

Sneaking out of your dorm room, you make your way up to the astronomy to meet Sirius Black. This was a normal occurrence, you two would meet every Friday to talk about what happened that week or what's been bothering them and just goof off. You and Sirius have been friends since first year and last year you two started this tradition of meeting weekly. Since you're both in your last year at Hogwarts, it's hard to make time to see each other during normal hours.

Crossing the castle careful not to run into Filch or worse Mrs. Norris... the biggest snitch in town. Thankfully you have never been caught, can't say the same for Sirius, that boy makes so much noise wherever he goes. After climbing the crazy amount of stairs to the top of the tower finally you see the clear night sky. It was truly a beautiful sight, the early November night was chilly but not bad enough for a jacket.

You're always the first one there, arriving at around 11:40 pm, but Sirius shows up fashionably late at midnight, making you wait.

Tonight he seemed to be taking his sweet time because your watch is reading 12:18 am. Maybe he's having a hard time picking out an outfit or got attacked by a wild banshee, maybe he just forgot? You thought to yourself. Knowing him, he probably had some superficial reason as to why he didn't come to see his favorite person at Hogwarts. You waited until 12:40 a whole hour late and finally decided Sirius Black had flaked on you.

It didn't hurt your feelings much since it was the first time it ever happened, but you're a little irritated that you wasted an hour doing nothing. You're a night owl so you aren't very tired, you decide to explore the school for a while. Standing up from the wood-paneled floor, you let your legs take you wherever.

You walk down many corridors, peaking into abandoned classrooms here and there while also keeping an eye out for Filtch. Eventually, you find yourself outside of the castle and decide to go by the lake, you always wondered what it looked like at night. Walking around the lake at night is kinda creepy when you think about it but you also find it oddly calming. You don't stray too far away from the castle just in case you need to make a run for it, you find a tall oak tree and sit under it.

Lost in thought thinking about everything and nothing, you failed to hear the footsteps approaching you rather quickly.

"Good evening." A voice pulls you out of your thoughts, You look up and see it's the one and only Tom Riddle. He was hovering above you, his signature smirk on his face.

"Uh... hi Tom" You reply a little startled

"Why are you out here so late?" He asks calmly

"Oh um, no reason, I normally-" you say when something comes to mind "Hang on, aren't you a prefect?"

"I am." He says with a hint of arrogance and pride in his voice

"You're not gonna write me up are you?" You ask calmly but on the inside you're praying he'll cut you some slack.

"No, no I'm off duty right now." With a slight smirk on his face, he replied "I'm breaking curfew as well" he whispers almost playfully

You chuckle softly, feeling immediately relieved "Alright then... would you like to sit?"

He doesn't reply with words but with actions, he sits down next to you. Not too close but not too far, a respectable distance.

You and Tom weren't close by any means, you had only met this year in potions class. Tom being known as the introverted Slytherin who had a way with the teachers. You who laughed with your friends and wasn't an overachiever but still had good grades nonetheless. Slughorn decided to pair people who he thought would sort of yin Yang each other so that's why you two sat together.

Not speaking, you sat in awkward silence. The wind tussling the trees filling the air, the night got colder since you left your dorm, now you wished you had brought a jacket. You rub your hands up and down your arms trying to warm up

"Are you cold?" Tom asks noticing your slight shivering

"Kinda... yeah" you replied

"Here take my sweater" he said pulling off his grey cable knit sweater

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Just take it... please." He said the last part softer

He had a hard time controlling his temper at times, he was working on not letting little things get to him.

"Thank you." You softly smiled at him, a small silence falls over you two as you put on his sweater. Wanting the conversation to continue you ask, "Did you see professor Dumbledore's outfit today?"

The both of you engrossed yourselves in conversation for 15 minutes straight jumping from topic to topic. Once you started talking it felt like you had been talking to each other for years.

"And then I bit her." You admitted embarrassedly after telling him a story of an altercation you had with a girl a few years ago.

"You bit her?!?" Tom asks with a shocked expression

"I did, I didn't mean to it was just instinct I guess."

"Wow remind me never to do that to you" Tom laughs

"It was so embarrassing it keeps me up at night" you sigh as you remember the embarrassment. "Okay, I have to know something embarrassing about you now." You say trying to divert the attention off of you

"What? Why?" He says with a puzzled look

"I mean, it's only fair"

He sighs "Ok ok fine, umm... I haven't had my first kiss." He swallowed

"I'm being serious Tom." You chuckle not believing him for one second

"So am I." Tom said with a straight face

"Oh." Your laughter immediately stops

"Is that so surprising?" He asks, almost sounding irritated by your response

"Actually yes, yes it is" You stated

"How?" He was genuinely curious about what she thought of him

"I mean, I figured you would've had a girlfriend or something. Like you're attractive and not terribly hard to get along with." You laugh softly while explaining

He suppressed his smile before he spoke next to not let you know how much your words affect him.

"No, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm waiting or anything, the moment just hasn't come I guess. Sometimes I just want to get it over with"

A pause

"I'll do it." You speak, not knowing what came over you

"Excuse me?" He questioned

"I'll kiss you" you offer

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, friends help each other out, right? It's up to you" you say not wanting to push him into anything.

He wondered if he should or not, he always thought you beautiful. He never had the courage to talk to you until he was paired with you in potions. What if I suck at it? What if she doesn't like it and tells all her friends? He thought. No, stop you'll be fine just go for it.

"Okay" he replied

He said yes, he actually said yes. You didn't think he would actually say yes but he did. You were very thankful he did because that would've been embarrassing if he said no.

You scoot closer to him slightly to close the gap between you. You search his eyes trying to find any ounce of doubt, you felt butterflies as what was about to happen hits you completely.

"Ready?" You whisper

"Yeah" he whispers back flicking his eyes down at your lips then back to your gaze. Slowly moving his head forward.

Copying his motion you lean in. As your lips connect your eyes flutters closed, Tom brings his right hand up to gently cradle your face. Rhythmically you two move your mouths as one, in a sweet gentle kiss.

After a few seconds he pulls away, both of your faces feel red hot. Not sure what to do next Tom clears his throat and looks down at his watch.

"It's late... we should probably go back to the castle" he says

"Yeah you're right" you agree feeling embarrassed

Tom rises first, he offers you a hand. You hesitate a moment before accepting it, allowing him to pull you up. Tom hand lingers on yours for a second too long before releasing.

Walking side by side into the castle headed toward your dorm. Tom insisted on dropping you off. You both walked together in a thick silence.

Making it to your common room entrance, it's time to say goodnight.

"I had fun tonight" you spoke first

"Yeah I did too" he smiles very softly

"I uh, I guess this is Goodnight" you smile "Goodnight Tom"

"Goodnight Y/N"Tom turns around walking a few steps before you notice you still have on his sweater.

"Wait, Tom, your sweater." You call out to him

He turns to face her with that same small smile

"Keep it, it looks better on you."Tom walks away.

You smile to yourself and think to yourself I think I like Tom Riddle.

#tom riddle x fem!reader #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x you #tom riddle #tom riddle x y/n #harry potter #tom riddle fluff

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relief-remediation · 3 months

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Benefits of Professional Hoarding Cleanup in Marietta and Atlanta, GA

Cleaning one's home, particularly the rooms, is common enough. Most people have a weekly or monthly schedule to ensure the room's cleanliness by de-cluttering it as required. Unfortunately, individuals experiencing extreme anxiety and emotional ill health may hold on to useless items unnecessarily. Such behavior is a mental disorder that is termed obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). According to the latest statistics, this affects 2% to 6% of Americans. It is interesting to note that this condition is usually more pronounced in senior individuals above 55 years.

Cleaning up the space falls on family members and/or friends. The concerned person must undergo therapy to eliminate this deeply entrenched behavior. Moreover, addressing the needful as a DIY task would be foolhardy. The trained professionals would be equipped with the right skills and experience to tackle hoarding cleanup in Marietta and Atlanta, GA, without taking chances with their safety. Some of the best reasons to spend a few dollars to get rid of the clutter by hoarding wasteful objects include the following:-

· Laborious Exercise- The professional team will systematically approach the task by inspecting the entire home for telltale signs of hoarding. Going through the drawers, closets, purses, and pockets of garments can reveal a substantial amount of useless papers and knick-knacks. Physical strength is needed to handle the enormous amount of trash by sorting, organizing, cleaning, sanitizing, and deodorizing the entire home, which is both time and energy-consuming. Completion of the task may take multiple hours at a stretch. This is an impossibility for laypersons. On the other hand, the professional team is aware of the technique and can do it without wasting any time.

· Elimination of Biohazard- The hoarded items will gather dust, dirt, and debris in equal measure. Moreover, the dangers of pathogens looming large are rife as well. Thankfully, the pro team will be able to eliminate all biohazards effectively. Cleaning the space and removing unnecessary items is important, therefore. The team will use PPE to remove the feces, urine, dead animals, and insects, ideally before sanitizing the space as required. Eliminating the microbes and pathogens can ensure good health for all occupants at home, including the hoarder

· Fumigation- Oftentimes, the cleanup company will also do fumigation to get rid of the pests and rodents that the pile of trash has concealed. Such an action must be done by a licensed company, with no individual permitted to try it. The pests can thus be cleared out from the rooms before the space is sanitized perfectly.

· Mitigating Risk of Physical Injuries- A pile of junk with pathogens and rodents concealed in it spells trouble for people attempting to clean up the space. It is not surprising to find people slip and fall when the pile comes crashing down. This may result in severe injuries, causing the victim to be hospitalized. Using professionals to deal with such dangers is advisable as the skilled team is informed about the risks and will take the right steps.

Any occurrence of crime can shake people up. Experts recommend using professional services for crime scene cleanup in Marietta and Atlanta, GA after the investigative team leaves.

#hoarding cleanup in Marietta and Atlanta #GA #crime scene cleanup in Marietta and Atlanta

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drea-exclusives · 3 months

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Week 2 — CNY Incoming 🍊🧧

So, it is only after yapping on and on about everything that went down in week 1 that I came to know that we don't actually have to write about what happened in our week for these entries. But since I've already jotted down about the events that took place over the past 2 weeks, I figured I'll include it for this entry anyway. Perhaps after this I'll write about both my weekly experiences as well as the thoughts in my head for my entries, it's quite fun albeit a little time consuming.

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If I were to have searched the readings for my zodiac sign this week, I have a pretty good feeling it would've said that I would be unlucky on Monday. By that I mean the 10 minute intervals I encountered while waiting for the MRT. And it didn't just happen once, but twice! Both the Putrajaya and Kajang train doors closed just before I could enter, leaving me 15 minutes late for class. Though this is a usual occurrence, I think I definitely need to start leaving my house earlier this year. The lecture was rather boring so I honestly didn't mind being a tad bit late, it was just English after all. The more memorable parts of this day I would say were the clear blue skies and fluffy clouds; I remember staring out the train windows with soft music playing from my earbuds adoring the scenery. Despite my love-hate relationship with the MRT, this visual experience is definitely something that makes my commutes worthwhile.

Tuesday was another driving day. This time I came to uni earlier and found parking easily without humiliating myself! I was pretty stoked by then as I had an hour or so to eat my lunch while watching my K-drama. I've been watching a new horror/thriller drama lately called "Gyeongseong Creature", which is frankly quite a shocker since I'm probably the biggest scaredy-cat amongst the people I know and would probably cry if you forced me to watch a horror movie. But since I had seen a few snippets and knew the rough plot of the show, I figured to give it a go as it looked intriguing (and it surely has been so far).

I also received a few positive feedbacks for my short story as we had to critique each others' works during class. This was quite a shocker as I had mentioned in my previous post about how I struggled to write that story and was a bit disappointed with the outcome post-writing. I feel like this was one of those times when I realise how critical I am of myself and how low my self-esteem truly is, and only through receiving praise and academic validation that I allow myself to feel deserving in life. Although this was just a small example, but moments like these make me reflect a lot, and was for sure a booster for my self-esteem telling me I'm more than the thoughts in my head.

I drove home that day, euphoric and with music blasting while I sped through the empty highways. I will say though, this good day was interrupted by unbearable heat in the evening. It was the type of heat and humidity that made you say "CNY is coming", as this incredibly hot weather was typically seen every CNY season.

Wednesday was a free day! We didn't have class since Ms Ashley was able to finish the lecture on Tuesday (thank you Ms Ashley for letting us sleep in 🫶). It was also the last day of January, which was a little weird as for the first time in a long while, a month actually felt like it lasted for the proper duration of a month.

I collected my laptop from the ASUS repair centre in Lowyat Mall today. Long story short, these 2 weeks going back and forth to the repair centre was a tedious process that had my parents saying to "not buy from ASUS after this". I was glad to have my laptop back without the fan inside revving like an engine; it really was quite hilarious yet absolutely terrifying when I had to bring my laptop to class last semester as I had no idea when it would start sounding like a motorboat.

The day ended with me (finally) starting to set up my Tumblr account and decorating it. The process of searching for layouts made me so reminiscent of the time I was on BTS stan Twitter. Scrolling on Pinterest for hours on end to find a header that matched the aesthetic of my profile picture, designing my account layout, and so on. I miss that era a lot, with all the online friends I met and experiences I gained so I'm glad I was able to do something like that again for this account in the efforts to make it a place I enjoy coming to.

(headers I saved while trying to design my layout)

I don't know why, but Thursday schedules are always the worst. It is yet another semester where I have morning to evening classes on Thursdays, but since my classes don't start at 8 am, I won't complain. To make matters worst, it was from this day that I started attempting to save my data and use the uni wifi as I was running really low on data (note to future self: please look into other data plans.)

Our first broadcasting class was today, and at the end of the class our task was to come up with a script on a given topic and record a video roleplaying a news anchor. Although my group had chosen another group member to be the news anchor, the role was handed over to me at the last minute. I found it kind of ironic that the person in the group who was the least likely to major in broadcasting ended up roleplaying as the news anchor, but it was kind of fun nevertheless if we ignore my anxiety levels spiking because of this sudden change.

Friday had finally come, and this was the last day of us meeting all our lecturers in-person. I was 5 minutes early for class which is a rare occurrence for someone with time management issues, but it actually felt nice not having to rush my way to class so hopefully this is something I can keep up next week. Having officially met all the lecturers for my courses this semester, I feel a little more at ease as the classes seem promising. I do hope this is the case for the rest of the semester since it is a rather long one.

After class ended, I headed to Tropicana Gardens mall just to look around, have dinner, and hopefully get some work done, since it was a Friday evening after all. I spotted a new cafe and decided that this was where I was going to settle my dinner and enjoy the rest of my K-drama. As a pasta girlie, of course I ordered the pesto pasta and it definitely did not disappoint. Would've definitely ordered a coffee if I hadn't already had one earlier in the day, so next time it is!

Saturday was another shopping day, with my parents this time. I had initially wanted to do my shopping after class on Friday, but seeming that my parents needed to shop for CNY too, hence we all went this day. To say that the mall was crowded would be an understatement, evidently since it was the weekend before CNY itself.

After browsing many clothing stores for hours on end, I only ended up getting a blouse, but the backstory for this blouse made it worthwhile. The store I had gotten it from was more of a boutique, with its prices ranging from RM100 to over RM300. I went in with no intention other than window shopping as it was way out of my budget, until I stumbled upon this blouse in the discounted section, originally priced at RM129 but currently sold at RM39. Even though this blouse (which was more of a fancy T-shirt honestly) was definitely overpriced, but it was still a steal after being discounted.

The funnier highlight of this day was noticing all the tired boyfriends in the mall, standing outside the stores with bags of clothes in their hands, tired and scrolling on their phones while they wait for their girlfriends to shop. There must've been a couple of them in every 1-2 meters from me as everywhere I turned, they were there undoubtedly. I found this quite amusing as someone who was single, and it was also a moment of gratitude for being single as I had the joy of spending time on my own without limitations and troubling others.

By the time Sunday came I was exhausted and aching all over from going out the past few days. Hence, it was a day to relax and take it easy. The only major event was following my parents to the market after lunch to buy some mandarin oranges! Once again, the weather was just ridiculously hot and having to walk under the sun carrying bags of fruits and cooking ingredients made me realise how much our parents do for us, especially in terms of food as food is such a significant part of Chinese culture. I'm grateful for the hard work my parents put in to always make sure there is more than enough food on the dinner table, and of course the daily cut-up fruit that is a symbol of their love.

Week in Summary

This week made me think and reflect quite a lot, particularly regarding my self-esteem and just how I feel about myself in general. I long for the day when I'm older and wiser and have more experience in life that I realise that I should've been kinder to myself. I say this because sometimes it's difficult to comprehend in the present; it is over time as you change that you figure out these things along the way and are able to look back and see how far you've come. But for now, I simply wish to have more faith in myself and to trust the process as it will lead me to where I need to be.

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Song of the Week! This week's song is another one that's been a favourite for awhile. Although the title may raise eyebrows at first glance, but the lyrics are really sweet once you've understood the meaning of the song. I listened to this song many times this week as I admired the bright blue skies; the soft, calming melody were extremely fitting along with parts of the lyrics incorporating different colours which reflected how I felt about life at the moment. Despite not having a lover to daydream about with these romantic lyrics, the melody itself feels really grounding and peaceful.

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