#and i am yet to decide which couple to write for valentine's day because i have truly no clue as to what i should do

[saintchaser]

darling (@wolfstarmicrofic)

"would you like to get married someday?" remus asked, half of his body bent outside the window, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "you know we can't do that legally, but something being illegal has never stopped us, or you, for that matter."

sirius grinned. "if you want that. that does come with sacrifices, though. i can almost imagine james crying through our vows."

remus laughed, rich and warm like honey. "oh, my mum will be all the same. she'll be dabbing her eyes the whole time, and so will euphemia. they're going to be clinging to each other and sobbing their poor hearts out."

sirius chuckled. "marlene will get drunk."

"absolutely! so will we, in fact, they say that getting married on the wedding night is good luck. ("who says that?" "i do. i made it up right now." "you're a right tosser, did you know that?" "but you love me.") where will the honeymoon be?"

"wherever you want it to be. we can try grimmauld place." sirius winked. "i heard they've got a really nice woman around there, walburga, ever heard of her?"

they sat in silence for a while, until remus put his cigarette between sirius' lips, who smiled gratefully, his lips curling around the cylinder.

"can i tell you a secret?" sirius asked, lit up by the moon, playing strange twinkles, white in grey, in his eyes.

remus nodded; he liked holding sirius' secrets. tucked in his pocket, deep within his heart, they were only theirs to share. whispered in the dead of the night over smoking and stubbed cigarette butts, limbs tangled and their room cold (they still hadn't gotten around to fixing the strange heating that their block of flats offered), but their hearts warm.

"i don't like weddings. i never have. too many commitments. i'd like to be as we are right now, darling." the words fell off sirius' lips so easily. "maybe move out of this shitty apartment and get a house on the seashore. or a cabin in the woods. we could have chicken and goats and sheep if you want to. or we can stay here, in this shitty apartment with a leaky tap and no shower curtains and a minuscule balcony. it won't matter for me, as long as it's with you."

"and it won't matter for me either, because i love you, darling."

#this is a part of my two-day couples' future series (dorlene tomorrow) #and i am yet to decide which couple to write for valentine's day because i have truly no clue as to what i should do #anyways they are not going to have any of those choices because they both die and are unhappy and sirius gets imprisoned LOLOLOL #anyways sorry for rambling so much okay here are the tags #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #my writing #wolfstar microfic

[peeweekey]

i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!

part i, part ii, part iii

a/n: the well awaited end to this fic is here! enjoy :)

synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.

tags: alhaitham/reader ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing, miscommunication

It’s Valentine’s Day, and the most unusual thing to ever happen to you—happens.

A pristine white note falls out of your locker, and you never thought you would see the day. You’d assume, being a workaholic and being relegated to tasks (due to people pleasing tendencies you can’t seem to shake off), that you’d finish off the school year without falling victim to Valentine’s day sickeningly sweet confessions.

Please meet me in the homeroom lab after classes. – H

If it was any other day, you’d assume one of the teachers wrote you this note, and that you were going to be subjected to a ruthless talking-to. Yet, coincidentally, it’s that time of the year, and everyone else is getting notes like these too.

For the fun of it, you still decide to go where the note directs you. Mostly because you’re deathly curious to who this H person is. No expectations, of course.

When the dismissal bell rings, you quickly scramble out of your classroom, pointedly ignoring your friend’s confused call of your name. Leaving your bag and belongings behind. You’ll get back to her later—but now, the curiosity is killing you.

You navigate the sloppily decorated hallways; passing by lovestruck couples and through streamer paper decor of pinks, whites and reds. Cupid balloons and the overwhelmingly sweet scent of roses suffocate your senses.

The homeroom lab is at the end of the hallway, where all the decorations dwindle or are practically deflating with the lack of attention to detail—it irks you slightly, if this is a confession like you suspect, the surroundings could afford to be somewhat romantic. Not this cheap, unenthusiastic mess, it certainly wouldn’t be helping your case.

Your eyes lock onto one heart helium balloon, it drifts aimlessly across the floor—not enough to float up but not completely deflated. You glare at it, like trying to pop it with only your gaze, then to the door.

Steeling yourself, you take a breath then slide it open.

The last person you ever expect to be there, is there too.

“Alhaitham?” you ask, breathless and puzzled.

Was it him that sent you the note?

You shake that thought away, although you got your hopes up the tiniest bit, it’s probably unrelated to anything hearts themed. You’re pretty sure he’s been actively avoiding people confessing to him today. Maybe that’s why he hid in here, you muse.

“It’s me, yes,” he nods. “I assume you read my note?”

You laugh, shutting the homeroom lab door unceremoniously behind you. “That was you? Dude, you could’ve just told me, what’s with all the secrecy?”

“There’s something that I need to discuss with you.”

“Discuss with me,” you repeat, walking over to lean against the working table. Which, thank heavens, is pristinely clean. “Am I in trouble?”

“No,” he responds and you hum in faux relief. “Though there is something else.”

Alhaitham produces a sleek black chocolate box from seemingly nowhere—or maybe you hadn't seen him hold it—and holds it out to you.

“Sweet!” you grin, snatching the chocolates and examining the box. “This is some really good chocolate, Haitham. Who gave you this one?”

“No one,” he says. Alhaitham picks at his black painted nails—ones that you yourself painted a few weeks ago in his apartment. The polish is immaculate, almost looking freshly painted if it weren’t for the new nail growth starting underneath. “Those are completely from me, for you.”

You double take, taking a long lingering look at the gift. On the smack middle of the box, is the same type of note from earlier in your locker, but this has your name written in elegant cursive:

Happy Valentines. It writes, and you feel strange tingles travel down your spine. Not entirely unpleasant.

“You shouldn’t have,” your eyes widen. “I didn’t get anything for you, I never thought we were getting each other friendship chocolates!”

There’s a lengthy pause before you hear any reaction from him. Alhaitham makes a strangled noise from deep in his throat. “Friendship chocolates?”

He stresses your name, while massaging his temples. “...I wrote you that note, I waited in here for you and have the audacity to think what I gave you are friendship chocolates. Does that sound logical to you?”

“Of course,” you snort, putting down the chocolates to rest on the low table. “The only other reason I can think of would be because you like me, which I doubt—”

His lips flatten in unamusement. “So what if I do?”

“Wait, what?”

He inhales deeply, and you swear you see the slightest hints of pink on his ears that peek from underneath silver hair. The silence now is absolutely deafening, and the anticipation even more so. To you, the knowledge of his bashfulness makes the situation feel all the more real.

Alhaitham utters your name softly, like he’s pleading you to understand so that he needn’t repeat himself. Which he never does, the damn prideful man.

You’d make a teasing remark if you weren’t so frozen with nerves, the sound of your name from his lips is causing ticklish shivers up your spine. It sounds so intimate when he says it.

Like a secret, even. Although Alhaitham might be the most self-preserving and unambitious person you know, when it comes to the things that matter to him—he takes initiative right away.

“So you like me–” you breathe, the button up collar of your shirt feels all too tight all of a sudden, you tangle your fingers together and squeeze tightly. “Like, like like me?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” he sighs, low and long-suffering. “For three whole years.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes widen and you feel a low simmering heat spreading all over, even till your fingertips. You recall all the other times, past Valentine's days and recounting his strange behavior. All the dots start to connect together and you wonder how you never noticed. “What the hell.”

“So that one time last year when you were offering me your button—” you gasp. You remember, it’s a stupid highschool tradition, a boy would offer the second button of his uniform to a girl if he liked her. It’s the closest to the heart, but to you, it’s a thoughtless way to ruin perfectly good clothing. “Haitham, did you ask Kaveh for advice or something?”

“Matters like these are irrelevant to argue with him about,” he scoffs. Alhaitham folds his arms across his chest. “He ran off and came to the conclusion himself. Ever since then, he’s been bothering me with trying all types of confession tradition.”

Laughter starts to bubble out of you, disbelieving and flustered to the maximum level. “Dude, I basically friendzoned you and had no idea! You should’ve told me.”

His shoulders stiffen and he gives you such a disarmingly attractive look. And if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks the teensiest bit hopeful too. Right now, you feel like your heart is beating right out of your goddamn chest. The sound is so loud, the quickening thumping sound of your chest that you swear he might hear it too.

“...I see that now,” he says, his expression is exasperated—but so unbelievably soft. You feel yourself melting like butter under his gaze. “Though I am disappointed in your lacking ability to identify context clues.”

“Oh whatever,” you bump your shoulder against his, though you don’t move back away. The warmth of him is all consuming and comforting as hell, you could burrow yourself in him and never resurface, you think. He accepts your closeness with a strong arm wrapping behind you to hold you by the hand. Your stomach does somersaults in your stomach. “It’s all your fault. You’re an idiot for not telling it to me straight.”

“Does that mean you reciprocate?” he murmurs, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

You pull back enough to take the box of chocolates, opening it and popping one in your mouth. “This chocolate is pretty good. Guess I’ll have to let you stick around for more.”

I like you too.

He nuzzles into you, leaving a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “I guess you do, don’t you?”

#alhaitham genshin #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #genshin impact #x reader #complete!! #finally #key's-vault #genshin

[theloniousbach]

FINALLY GETTING TO KNOW THE SECOND GREAT QUINTET:

ESP, MILES SMILES, SORCERER, NEFERTITI, MILES IN THE SKY, and FILLES DE KILLIMANJARO by MILES DAVIS with Wayne Shorter, Herbie Hancock, Ron Carter, and Tony Williams

It is a shameful fact that I didn’t know this band in my early jazz days. Perhaps it’s because the Columbia Greatest Hits album only had ESP on it and that was more prickly fare than All Blues, Walkin’, Surrey, So What, My Funny Valentine, and Round Midnight. I had all of the albums with this rhythm section and George Coleman as the tenor. Filles de Kilimanjaro was a fine introduction to the electric period but I dug and dug into In a Silent Way and Jack Johnson maybe even more than Bitches Brew when that was the mood. I got a used copy of Miles Smiles late in the game and thought it okay but I never put it in regular rotation.

I saw and experienced Wayne Shorter more through Weather Report, but that increasingly felt more like Zawinul’s and even Jaco’s band. And, as elsewhere noted, I didn’t include Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers in any period much less the Shorter years nor his Blue Note albums in my early self-education.

I did give Plugged Nickel a serious listen and am enthralled that they decided to play against expectations without telling Miles but that he caught on quickly and played along. But that book was untouched, except for his own Agitation, by these albums with its deep repertoire of essential tunes by all of them, especially Shorter.

But I have come to see Shorter as an essential jazz composer and to appreciate his sophisticated playing and writing. But it is a challenging and cryptic body of work. Back to the Greatest Hits album, ESP is harder work than Walkin’ or Valentine. Likewise these albums aren’t the first Quintets or even the albums with Coleman playing the same book as Plugged Nickel.

I guess I’m finally ready to appreciate them.

I can only imagine finding them new between 1965 and 1968, experiencing the band’s growth, not just into electronics (Miles in the Sky is even earlier than Filles and George Benson actually makes a worthy contribution on guitar). Having enough time with those albums to absorb them and waiting for the next one would have underscored their accomplishment through their accumulation.

But, this retrospective is based on playing them in a loop for a couple of weeks. They aren’t, rather like the similar run through the Keith Jarrett American Quartet, distinct as individual albums. Unlike the Jarrett, I don’t have a curation like Ethan Iverson’s, but the collective judgment of the community in selecting which ones are standards to cover—Carter’s Eighty One, Shorter’s ESP and Footprints, Miles’ Agitation—is sound.

Shorter’s contribution is monumental and fundamental. It’s not his band, but that aesthetic impacts everyone’s playing and the quite worth compositions they all contribute. Again, it’s smart and elliptical, challenging and driving, abstract and yet earthy. It does become sparer over time and the acoustic tunes can, in retrospect, be heard as anticipation of the electric material that came along. And that element, as with all of them, is very much a group effort.

Later fusion became more dependent on Miles’ rapidly evolving vision, but here it is a band working together to push themselves in remarkable directions. It’s a really important body of work that I will return to as I should have much much earlier in my listening career.

#jazz #2023

[nobarangel]

valentines day confessions

characters: jjk (gojo, itadori, fushiguro, kugisaki, maki, inumaki, sukuna, nanami) x gn!reader

warnings: grammar errors, i wrote this while i was half asleep and i didn’t proofread so yea 😋😋

valentines day week masterlist <3

➥ day 2 ( febr 11 )

GOJO

-as usual, he’s been teasing you all day

-you grew used to his playful nature so you didn’t really play attention to his flirting teasing

-“hey, y/n~ do you know why am i trying to get your attention this hard today?” he asked bending down to your eye-level with a smirk

-before you could even open your mouth, he answered himself “because it’s valentines day so get ready, we’re going out~~!! there’s a really cute café nearby, they serve the absolute best drinks!”

-he was so confident, that he forgot to ask if you like him anyways-🧍

-but ofc you did as he said cuz he’s gojo satoru.. sigh you could never resist his charms 😞😞

ITADORI

-he’s been following you around like a lost puppy all day

-he didn’t say a word and when you asked him if he needs anything he just stared at you and went ‘🥺’

-you were getting tired of it because he was fucking cute aND HHHHH but n e ways!!

-you decided to continue what you were doing until he stuttered out an “it’s valentines day,, i’m following you around cuz i wanna spend today with you”

-you were like ‘.. are you confessing to me rn?’ and he just nodded

-listen, he was so anxious!! but when you smiled and told him that you return his feeling, relief washed over yuuji so he wrapped you in a bone crashing hug

-pls love this precious boy ok :(

FUSHIGURO

-it takes a while for him to confess

-he wasn’t even sure that it was a good idea at first place,, but hey it’s valentines day!! he knew he wouldn’t do it any other time so he decided to go for it

-he has never done anything like this before so he just stood there and said “i like you”

-his expression didn’t change but the tip of his ears turned red (!!!!)

-you two were like “🧍‍♂️💬 🧍❓” for a few seconds

-he’s awkward asf but still best boy <333

KUGISAKI

-takes you out on a date before even confessing💀💀

-you two were shopping together and when you were returning home she said “this was pretty good for a first date”

-you were like ????

-“oh, yeah you didn’t even know this was a date,, well if you’re comfortable with the idea then we could be like.. a couple instead of friends” she glanced over at you

-nobara wouldn’t say ‘i love you’, she saves it for when you two are already dating for a while <3

MAKI

-she already tried to confess!! she dropped hints and made it way too obvious,, yet you didn’t seem to notice

-maki was sure that you just played dumb cuz you didn’t wanna outright reject her, but panda and inumaki convinced her to talk to you about her feelings

-and valentines day was the perfect opportunity!! she didn’t make a big deal out of it cuz as i said, she was prepared for a rejection

-she asked you to take a walk with her after training to which you happily agreed

-the first few minutes was spent in silence until she spoke up

-“you know it’s valentines day. uh,, i tried to tell you this for a while but i guess you didn’t take my hints so now i’m gonna say it” she looked at you with a serious expression “i like-,, love you.. i guess..”

-please save her, she became rly flustered but she tried to stay cool in front of you <33

INUMAKI

-omg poor boy didn’t know what to do at first

-since his vocabulary is limited, he decided to write you a little note instead!!

-his handwriting is rly neat and pretty.. and he put small :)’s and hearts on the end of the sentences

-“y/n! how are you today, on the 14 febr, valenties day? :) .. that wasn’t as smooth as i thought it would be, but nevermind!! i wanted to ask if you maybe want to hang out with me after training? if so, meet me in the hall <3 -inumaki ”

-HE ALSO DREW A SMALL ONIGIRI NEXT TO HIS NAME HHHHH

-he thought out a new onigiri ingredient and wrote it down on a small piece of paper, then he wrote it’s meaning next to it: ‘i love you’

-when you met him later he gave you the paper and babbled out the ingredients name blushingly

-stfu inumaki best boy 😞👍

SUKUNA

-“what? a day for lovers? that’s bullshit” he laughed

-he thought it’s so fucking dumb,, this is why he was confused when he saw you being all excited for valentines day

-but as the 14th february came, no one dared to ask you out since you literally ‘befriended’ the king of curses..?

-and to prevent you from the sorrow of not being asked out, sukuna thought he’ll be your knight in shining armor and save the day!

-he can’t let his human be sad about a bullshit like this!!

-“hey brat, you’re dating me from now on, happy valentines day”

-yea,, sukuna didn’t rly get the concept of ‘being romantic’ </3

NANAMI

-tbh he doesn’t give a damn about valentines day

-probably didn’t even know that it was celebrated that day, he just saw nice flowers on his way to have lunch with you, so he decided to buy them for you

-and if he brings you flowers he might as well tell you how he feels because it would be obvious anyways y’know?

-so he approaches the table you were sitting at and sits across from you, handing over the flowers

-“i bought them for you ‘cause they were pretty”

-he stares at you, watching your every movement and reaction, trying to decide whether or not it’s a good idea to confess

-“i’m not quite sure about my feelings for you, but i certainly know that i don’t see you as just a friend” he says casually as he takes off his glasses to clean them

-but ofc he was just trying to distract himself because he was a little embarrassed <33

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[fieryhuntress]

Billy Russo x Benjamin Greene x Fem!Reader

You wanna join us?

This is my first #smut fic ever. Please be kind !! I hope you like it.

Pairing: Billy Russo x Benjamin Greene x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Threesome, M/M/F

Author's Note: I haven't come across any thruple with Billy Russo and Benjamin Greene, yet. And I wanted to write this for one of my friends as a birthday gift. For this Valentine's day, I thought why not share this amazing gem with you guys as well. As this is my first time writing a smut, please be gentle. I tried my best to not write anything that I have read before (which is really hard). But finally, I managed to pull it off.

Thank you @my-day6 for proof-reading this fic. I am very grateful for that.

Words: 2400~ words

You can check my other works (smut-free fics) in my master-list.

You are sitting in a bar. Having a drink to yourself, missing William. He was away, on another job. Hired by some politician for bodyguard duty.

William Russo. People called him Billy, but you preferred to call him by his full name.

And he loved it when you called him that.

The chemistry that you both shared, you both never got enough of each other. He made you feel alive. And the way he was around you, you sensed he felt the same way. And there was just one other person, who made you feel that way.

Benjamin. Benjamin Greene.

In a way, he always reminded you of William. They were so much alike, and yet so different.

You take your phone out of the pocket of your jacket and dial Benjamin’s number, hoping he was free this evening.

Benjamin picks up the phone, “Hey.”

Ah. Even the way his voice sounded so low, reminded you of William.

You loved how soft both of their voices were. “Hi. What’s up? Are you busy?” you ask.

“I was just heading home from work.”

“Do you want to get some drinks?”

“Yea, sure. Where? At the usual pub?” he asks.

“Yea. I am already here.”

“Oh, cool. I’ll see you in 15?”

“Okay. I’ll be here. Waiting. For you!” you stress on the last two words in your low seductive voice.

Your reply earns a chuckle from his side. He hangs up the phone.

While you are waiting for Benjamin to join you, you open your Instagram and go into William’s account and look at his pictures.

You love how he looks so hot when he is smirking with confidence. And the ones where he is genuinely smiling, you can see it in his eyes how happy he is.

Benjamin’s smile, on the other hand, is always warm. You don’t think you have ever seen him smirk. And he definitely has a lot of bashful smiles. He gets shy a lot. It would have been hard to imagine a guy as shy as Benjamin to be really wild in bed, if you hadn’t experienced

it first-hand.

You feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey.” Benjamin gives that warm smile of his when you look up at him.

“Oh hi. You’re here.” You beam with pleasure at seeing him.

“Finally. So, what’s up?” he asks you after ordering his drink.

“I missed you.”

That earns another smile from him. His smiles were like rays of sunshine. They automatically made your heart warm.

“That’s good to know. Because I missed you too. A lot.” That stress on the last two words makes your heart flutter.

After a couple of drinks, you both decide to go to your house.

You unlock your door and invite him in.

As you are locking the door, Benjamin starts kissing your neck from behind.

You hurry with the locks and turn around to kiss him.

You take off his jacket without breaking your kiss. And throw it over the couch in the living room.

You don’t bother to check if it fell properly or not.

You pull him towards your bedroom. He knows the way around your house. So you didn’t have to break your kiss to reach your bedroom.

Once you are both inside, you push him gently on your bed.

That’s when you finally see the look in his eyes.

His eyes are dark. Full of lust. You can see he wants you just as much as you want him. You climb on top of him, and start kissing his neck, while unbuttoning his shirt with your hands.

His hands are on your hips, pulling your tucked in shirt out of your pants, so he can finally touch your skin.

You lean back a little to pull his shirt off of him. He uses the opportunity to undo the front of your pants. You move your body to the side and lay on your back to pull your pants down.

Benjamin shifts and comes on top of you.

He starts unbuttoning your shirt. He stops to look at your body for 2 seconds, before continuing to kiss you as he caresses your tits over your bra.

And then your phone starts ringing.

Benjamin tries to break the kiss, “Your phone is ringing.”

“Oh, ignore it. Please don’t stop.” You say it with heavy breath as you press your lips against his again and feel him chuckle in your mouth.

When the call ends, the phone starts ringing again.

“I think it might be important. You should check it.” Benjamin breaks the kiss and gives you a concerning look. He shifts and lays on his side beside you.

You feel like a 5-year-old who has been denied their favorite candy.

You pout at him. You get up and turn your phone off, without even bothering to look at the caller-id.

“There. I fixed it.”

“But at least you could check who it..” he is cut-off mid-sentence when you smothered his mouth with more kisses.

You climb on top of him and start grinding your pussy over his cock while kissing him.

You can already feel him getting hard under his pants.

You move your lips from his lips to his neck as you start working your mouth downwards.

You were sucking on his left nipple when you hear a faint sound of your door getting unlocked.

You slow down a little, trying to keep your ear focused on any sounds coming from your main door.

You stop when you hear your name being called from your living room. It was William’s voice. Your eyes widen at his voice.

“Wait here.” You say to Benjamin, who is now glancing at your bedroom door.

You jump from your bed and hurry towards your living room.

“William?” you are shocked to see him standing in your living room.

You had given him a key to your house. So it doesn’t shock you to see that he was in your house.

What shocks you is that you thought that he was away for work. And you were not expecting him to be back so soon.

“Your phone is not …”

William stops mid-sentence and stares at your body, eyeing you up and down.

You realize that in the hurry you forgot to adjust your shirt which was unbuttoned. You see his eyes turning darker.

“You look delicious.” his voice got low.

As if you were not turned on enough already, he goes and says that in his low lustful voice.

You want to run to him and kiss his beautiful mouth.

And then you hear Benjamin’s voice coming from your bedroom.

“Who is it?”

You can hear him coming out of the room.

This finally brings you back to reality.

Both Benjamin and William are in your house at the same time. Talk about the wrong time, wrong place.

Oh no, do you have to let one of them go home? Do you have to choose between one of them?

But you don’t want to. Why is this happening to you?

When Benjamin comes out of the room, William shifts his eyes to him.

“Benjamin?”

“William.” Benjamin sounded calm.

You look back and forth from William to Benjamin and then back to William.

You see William’s face shift from a questioning look to an amusing one.

You look back at Benjamin to see if he is feeling uncomfortable in this very awkward situation. But he looked fine.

And then it dawns on you that they know each other’s name.

“You guys know each other?”

“Yea, I have seen him around. He is a friend of a friend.” William replied with the smirk on his face and his eyes growing darker when he looked back at you.

That gesture spikes your confidence and you walk back towards Benjamin, until your back is against his chest. You grind your ass against his cock, which instantly makes him hold you tight against his body.

You look at William suggestively, and observe him growing hornier with each passing second.

“You wanna join us?” You ask.

Your body was playing with Benjamin, but your eyes were talking to William.

William loosens his tie and removes his jacket and throws it towards the couch.

He hurries towards you and holds your throat as he pressed his lips hungrily against yours. You remove the tie that was loosely hanging around his neck and start undressing him with urgency.

William chuckles and tries to slow you down, “Easy, darling.”

“William, please. Don’t. I need it. I need YOU”, you plead to him.

“Won’t you behave like a good girl?” “Ugh. Yes, I will.” You oblige.

“Good.”

William removes your already unbuttoned shirt and bra.

With one hand around your neck and the other groping at your tit, he starts kissing you again.

Benjamin slid his hand inside your panty. He can feel your wetness already.

He starts rubbing your clit.

You let out a moan and start arching your back. And your weight shifts from your heels to your toes as you start clenching your muscles. And you start feeling your orgasm build up.

And then, Benjamin stops.

You break off the kiss with William with a bewildered look in your face and look at Benjamin asking why he stopped. That makes William chuckle.

“Let’s get you to bed so I can take care of you properly, love.” Benjamin kisses your shoulder and pulls you gently towards the bed.

William smirks at Benjamin.

You lie down on your back and Benjamin takes your panties off.

He spreads your legs and starts kissing your inner thighs. Working his way up towards your pussy.

You close your eyes. His kisses make you feel electric.

You grab your tits and squeeze them hard the moment Benjamin’s tongue is in your pussy. His hands, now wrapped around your thighs, tighten its grip. Your back is arching from the pleasure.

“Benjamin!” you start feeling the orgasm build up again. “Please don’t stop.” You say in between heavy breathing. You move your hips against him.

This time Benjamin didn’t intend to.

He hums into your pussy. His lips pulled your clit into his mouth as he sucked on them like a hard candy, working you up.

And soon he pushed you past the point of orgasm. Your body relaxes.

You look over to William, and see him stroking his hard cock.

When your eyes meet, he walks towards you.

You get up and pull him towards the bed. He lies on his back.

You get on all four and lower your face and suck on his balls while stroking his cock with your hands.

Slowly you start moving your mouth towards his cock. Licking every inch of his length. When you reach the tip of cock, you give it a lick.

William lets out a moan.

You keep teasing him, by going back to licking the length of his cock. And then again back to licking the tip.

Then you take the entire tip into your mouth and give it a little squeeze with your lips and tongue.

You start feeling him tense up a little. You feel excited. You know what is coming next.

His loud moans! Moans that are music to your ears.

You start sucking hard. Taking a little more inside your mouth.

You hear him moan. Loud. It makes you want to go harder. You don’t want to stop his moans. You increase your speed slowly.

That’s when you feel Benjamin’s hands on your hips.

You slow down for a bit. He takes the opportunity to make sure you know he was going to put his cock inside you.

When he enters, a moan slips through your mouth.

Your mouth is now moving against William’s cock in the same motion as Benjamin was thrusting his cock inside you.

William can’t help but lift his hips up to push himself deeper into your mouth.

His moans are getting louder as he nears his orgasm.

You feel his stomach get tense and his cock stiffening in your mouth.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck” William pants as he cums, his hot juice spilling down your lips. And you try to swallow every drop you can.

And soon you start feeling Benjamin’s grip against your hips tighten. And feel the urgency in his thrusts.

“Fuck love. I’m gonna cum. I want to cum down your throat” Benjamin says.

You push up onto your hands, turn around and immediately take Benjamin’s cock into your mouth, moaning around him and letting him push down your throat with no hesitation.

“Fuckkkk” Benjamin groans, his cock pulsing as he cums down your throat. He strokes your hair and exhales shakily. “Fuck love. You’re so - you’re so good.” He praises you.

Benjamin pulls his cock out of your mouth. You lick your lips. He leans down, and gently kisses your lips.

You go and lie down beside William. Benjamin joins you, lying beside you on the other side.

You feel like living the best time of your life.

The two men who make you feel alive, are lying beside you. At the same time. If this is not bliss, you don’t know what is.

“Are you good? Are you okay?” William asks as he gently strokes your hair.

“Yeah. I am good. This was really good.”

William looks at Benjamin. They look proud of themselves and of what they achieved together.

“Can we?” your words trail off before you could finish your question.

You don’t know if they both would agree to it or not. You don’t know if you should ask them again for this. You are stuck in a dilemma. Do you ask them? Or do you not?

Benjamin leans in and kisses your shoulder and asks, “Can we what?”

You look up at Benjamin. And then turn your head to look at William.

Both of them are looking at you, paying their full attention to you. You take a breath and look down.

“Can we do this again? Only if both of you are okay with it?”

You bite your tongue as you wait for them to say something.

“I enjoyed it today. If it is what you want, I am in.” William replies.

“Yeah. Me too. I would love to do this again.” Benjamin said.

“Aww you guys. You are the best.”

You pull them both closer and cuddle.

#billy russo #benjamin greene #ben barnes fic #billy russo smut #benjamin greene smut #fem!reader #billy russo x female reader #benjamin greene x female reader

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❥ HOW HE CONFESSES

characters ❥ mikey, draken & baji 

tw ❥ the beach, bad driving, mentions of murder and cursing 

cr ❥ requested by anon

a/n ❥ i’ve not read the manga yet :’(

MIKEY 

♥ his love language is shoplifting for you <33

♥ like okay.. in writing it kinda sounds pathetic compared to all the other shit he does but like.. he goes through the effort of personally picking up your favourite snack from the grocery store —instead of getting his toman underling to do it for him — and hiding them under his shirt 

♥ and he thinks about you the whole time he is sprinting away from security 

♥ if that isn’t true love idk what is 

♥ today wasn’t any ol’ day tho, snacks and sweets were going to cut it 

♥ instead, he went for the big shiny rock on a ring he keeps seeing the window of the rock shop on the high street

♥ it was pretty, for a rock, but not pretty enough for anyone in their right mind to think it’s worth £10,000/$14,000/ ¥1,500,000!!!

♥ however, after hearing that price from a salesperson, he knew that stupid rock ring was exactly how he’d win your heart <3 

♥ it was a challenge and it had him working overtime, but after pulling some strings, doing a couple favours, and maybe even inadvertently killing some people (you never know 🤷‍♂️), he managed to get his hands on the pristine stone, which he had come to learn was called a diamond, which was why it was so expensive 

♥ the guy who did him the favour of stealing it initially asked if mikey was planning on proposing and mikey said yes —since asking you out on a date is technically a proposal — and the dude didn’t even question it, he just said good luck

♥ and that sort of energy was exactly what mikey needed right now as he stood behind a wall near your lunch table as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do 

♥ all your friends had left yet you were still sitting there alone since mikey texted you and asked for you to wait behind, and the fact you actually did filled him with hope from the get-go

♥ “(y/n)! there you are!” mikey greeted as if he didn’t know exactly where you were this whole time. why was his heart thumping so harshly in his chest? and why did he suddenly feel overwhelmingly embarrassed? i mean, he’s not done anything worth being awkward about.. yet.

♥ he didn’t understand. he never usually gets this way around people. but then again, he shouldn’t be surprised since he knew you were an exception from the beginning

♥ “hi, mikey.” you hummed, head propped gently on your arm while you slipped your phone away, “why did you want to see me? is something wrong?”

♥ the slight concern he detected in your voice was enough for him to immediately blurt out, “oh, no! nothing like that! everything is great; i am great and i, erm, hope you are too.” he announced, somewhat glad that your only reaction was a blank stare as it meant he doesn’t feel inclined to explain himself 

♥ “so, uh, i was just wonder if you..” he started, clenching his jaw as he mentally reassured himself. the fact that he felt embarrassed about feeling embarrassed made things infinitely harder from him. he took a deep breath, and spilled

♥ “do you want to go out on a date with me sometime?” he basically screamed, squeezing his eyes shut tight and emptying his left pocket onto the table in front of you so that his special gift would accompany his proposal 

♥ he closed his eyes as if that was going to protect him from rejection, but before he was able to silently rebuke himself, he heard faint sobbing from where he dropped his present 

♥ upon opening his eyes, the shock from the sight before him was enough to give him whiplash

♥ in an unfortunate turn of events, he must’ve emptied the wrong pocket because sitting on the table in front of you was not a diamond ring, but rather a sherbet dip he bought to share with you if you said ‘yes’ to his proposal 

♥ and his suspicions were correct, you were the one crying 

♥ ....

♥ waIT WHY ARE YOU CRYING mikey panicked, frantically looking around for someone who might’ve hurt you, or perhaps someone he’d have to send to A&E

♥ “are you okay?”

♥ “yeah.” you whispered, your light chuckle enough to prevent mikey from worrying any more, “i’m just..” you stuttered, smiling fondly at the blonde, “i’m just really happy. i thought you’d never ask.” 

♥ it was impossible for mikey to conceal the sigh of relief he breathed as he slumped down next to you on the bench, “thank god. i thought someone had threatened you or something.”

♥ “threatened me? why would they do that?” you innocently cocked your head to the side, rubbing your eyes as you did so. 

♥ oh, yeah. mikey hadn’t been fully transparent with you about his.. current employment. as far as you knew, he was a full-time student at ‘toman academy’ and he had a part-time job babysitting (which was hardly a lie, in his opinion)

♥ so you didn’t really know about how he was the leader of the tokyo manji gang or any of that

♥ originally he thought it was fine to keep it a secret, but now that you were officially his partner it would be immoral to not let you know about his affiliation with the gang 

♥ so he decided to tell you over a sherbert <33

♥ “so, are we official?” he cooed, ripping the lollypops out of the bag and popping one in his mouth while offering you the other by tapping it against your lips lightly 

♥ “yep.” you smiled, taking the lolly into your mouth with a smile, glad that he didn’t bring up your little waterworks a few second ago 

♥ but in all honesty, he was preoccupied wondering what the most appropriate way to phrase ‘i am the leader of a gang of delinquents’ would be 

♥ poor little mikey brain working on overdrive 

♥ he decided to pull out the ring, since he still had to give that to you, so while you were entranced by the fat gem glistening under the light in mikey’s possession, he began, “so, babe, do you think being a gang leader is hot?”

DRAKEN

♥ he honestly didn’t have a clue how to ask you out

♥ in fact, he didn’t even know that he had a crush on you until mikey pointed out all of his weird behaviours around you 

♥ so his first instinct was to go to mikey for advice when thinking of ways to ask you out 

♥ but the only idea that mf was to get ‘will you go out with me, (y/n)?’ tattooed onto his ‘thick skull’ and ofc draken wasn’t about to do that

♥ although he did consider it for like.. a minute

♥ (he was like.. hmmmm... well, the tattoo guy does owe me a favour so... maybe i could get it for free?)

♥ (or permanent marker might work???)

♥ anyway, he eventually decided to ask you out the good ol’ fashion way!! by just telling you how he feels

♥ however, once he explained this plan to mikey, he was scoffed and said ‘good luck with that’ in the most condescending tone of voice

♥ draken’s initial instinct was to simply beat up mikey and go ask you out anyway, but this conflict ran deeper than just him and mikey bickering about trivial issues- his whole relationship was on the line! 

♥ so after hearing the leader out, he finally decided on the most appropriate way to confess — just like how all the dudes in the animes mikey and him and watched did it 

♥ by giving you flowers and chocolates <3

♥ and mikey even offered to come into the store with draken and help him choose the goods since mikey was a self-proclaimed ‘love-expert’

♥ draken obviously denied his offer but he came along anyway 

♥ “ooh, ken-chin! look at these ones, they’re on sale.” mikey gasped, happily grabbing a pack of heart-shaped chocolates off the shelf, ripping them open and stuffing his face, “and they are delicious too!”

♥ paying no attention to the fact that mikey had essentially already committed a crime since there was no way he intended to pay for those chocolates, draken mused while eyeing up the rest of the sweets, the bouquet of flowers he had already chosen tucked under his arm, “valentine’s day was a week ago, that’s probably why they are on sale.” 

♥ “draken?” 

♥ a familiar voice from the end of the aisle caused draken to avert his gaze from the chocolates displayed in front of him and instead search for the source of the voice, which happened to be you standing innocently with your basket in-hand

♥ “ah, (y/n),” draken tensed, immediately shoving the bouquet of flowers behind his back at hopefully out of your sight as he put on a forced smile to distract from them too, “what a nice surprise seeing you here.”

♥ “hm?” mikey chimed in, unable to vocalise his curiosity through the chocolates stuffed in his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from trying, “is that the (y/n) you were talking about? the one you were going to conf--” 

♥ “that’s enough outta you.” draken hissed through a fake smile, shoving mikey into the next aisle, which happened to be the snack aisle so, entertained, he decided to stay put

♥ “oh, is that your friend mikey?” you inquired, having only ever heard about mikey through rumours up until now. though none of them exactly matched the image you saw just there

♥ “yep, he’s pain sometimes, but he’s still cool.” draken muttered, awkwardly rolling on the balls of his feet as he waited for a deity to save him from this interaction —  not that he didn’t want to talk to you, it’s just that every second you spend with him, the less likely it becomes that his confession will go as planned

♥ and you only confirmed that with your follow-up question

♥ “i see you’ve got flowers, and you’re looking for chocolates. who’s the special someone?” you teased, poking draken’s cheek playfully (which is one of the many things he only finds comfort in when you do it)

♥ “oh, no one.” he hummed, his coy smile doing a number on your heart rate

♥ “how about you? who is that card for?” he inquired casually, gesturing to the classic pink ‘i have something to tell you... <3′ confession card that was only in-stock during valentine’s day season, that was sitting atop the groceries in your basket

♥ a cocky smirk tugged at his lips — as if to say ‘i won’ — while he watched you become increasingly flustered right in front of him. it was adorable

♥ but he thought it would stop there; stop with him winning the teasing battle, you getting all sheepish then leaving but that apparently wasn’t your plan

♥ instead, you lowered your head and outstretched your arms to give him the card (which was still in the wrapping plastic) 

♥ “red-handed. i bought these with you in mind, draken.” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “but if you don’t accept then that’s fine too, have a nic--”

♥ “who said i don’t accept?” draken grumbled, almost as if he was annoyed, as he took your card and examined the card thoroughly for a couple seconds

♥ then suddenly, he froze. the shock of the realisation leaving him stunned to the point where the only thing he could do was shift his eyes from the card on to you and utter in a terrified tone, “this isn’t, uh, this isn’t a confession, is it?”

♥ you shrugged, “i guess, it is.” 

♥ “damn it.” draken cursed, glaring at the snack aisle and hence mikey, for giving him this stupid idea

♥ “is there a problem?” 

♥ “no.” draken said through gritted teeth before pulling out the bouquet his had hidden behind his back, “but i was meant to confess first.”

♥ your jaw dropped, leaving draken concerned for a second until you instantly pulled him in for a tight hug; another thing he admired about you was that you gave hugs like you were in the mafia, strong enough to cut off his airflow

♥ “double confession!” you squealed, absolutely delighted that draken not only wanted to confess to you, but he had the same idea to come to the shop and buy stuff beforehand

♥ “i guess so.” draken chuckled, handing you the bouquet of flower as soon as you pulled away, “these are for you.” 

♥ you gasped, smiling at how he managed to remember your favourite kind of flower after a single off-handed comment you made ages ago, “thank you!” you hugged them to your chest, “have you already paid for them?”

♥ “no.” draken replied simply. “but they are still yours.”

♥ sometimes it slipped your mind that draken was part of a literal gang since.. he just seemed so normal and humble 

♥ but on some other occasions, it was painfully difficult to consider draken anything close to ‘normal’

♥ and one of those moments was when he was trying to convince security he was pregnant with a flower-baby, and when that evidently didn’t work, he just made a run for it with mikey, whose pants pockets were filled with sweets that trailed behind him where ever he ran

BAJI

♥ he didn’t even ponder about how he was supposed to confess to you for over a second

♥ the idea just came to him instantly and he went with it

♥ the only question he asked was ‘how can i show them how badass i am without bragging?’ and he immediately came up with an answer and rolled with it, no questions asked 

♥ and there was no planning or anything done beforehand either, he literally just texted you ‘where are you?’ at like 7PM and when you replied ‘the park’, he hopped on his bike and sped over 

♥ like he didn’t even ask which park.. he just guessed.. but he guessed correctly 

♥ your heart almost stopped as you watched a chunky motorcycle come speeding towards you at such a rate that all you could do was brace for impact and kiss goodbye to your relatively peaceful live

♥  however, at the very last second it swerved around you and came to a halt, allowing the rider to extend his free hand to you, “hop on.”

♥ the voice was all to familiar and you weren’t surprised at all to see baji with his signature ‘i could kill you’ grin plastered on his face 

♥ as your heart rate slowly began to return to normal, you cried, “what do you mean ‘hop on’? you almost ran me over!”

♥ he unclipped his helmet and tossed it to you, “safety first.”

♥ “did you even hear what i just said?” you grumbled, putting on the helmet anyway 

♥ “i think you said something about how excited you are to finally go out with me.” he mused, shuffling forwards slightly to give you more space to sit on behind him, like a true gentleman /s

♥ “no.” you replied simply. 

♥ though you initially had no intention of going anywhere with him, you still found yourself reaching your leg over his bike to take a seat behind him, “where are we going?”

♥ baji shrugged, chuckling slightly as he felt you gently wrap your arms around his hips, “don’t know, but hold on tight.” he warned, revving his engine and taking off without another word

♥ perhaps you were the fool for getting on a motorcycle with baji and letting him take you to an undisclosed location, but you trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t try to drive you off a cliff or put you in danger.. or at least, that is what you hoped

♥ however, if it wasn’t a rival gang that kills you, baji’s driving definitely would

♥ he drives like a madman and left you with no other choice but to cling onto him for dear life, since if you didn’t bury yourself into his side, you’d probably fly off with all sharp turns he does around the other cars/bikes

♥ it was like being taped to the top of a vehicle in mario cart

♥ eyes squeezed shut, you yelled over the harsh blaring of the wind, “slow the fuck down! where are you even taking me?” 

♥ baji was having fun, but he was getting the feeling you weren’t..

♥ usually he doesn’t care about what other think but this was the first time he was taking you out, he didn’t want you to think of him as a maniac driver, or else you might not want to come with him ever again

♥ “if you open your eyes, you’ll see.” he uttered, slowing down slightly so the noises weren’t as harsh 

♥ taking his word for it, you hesitantly pried open one of your eyes and turned your neck so your face was no longer pressed against his shoulder

♥ and honestly, you were glad you did. passed the edge of the road, you had the perfect view of the beach below, the sea gently glistening under the orange sunset 

♥ now that your nose was free from only breathing in baji’s sickeningly strong, wild spice body spray, you finally able to enjoy fresh ocean air 

♥ “the beach.” you mused, smiling down at the completely deserted sandy shore, which looked so beautifully peaceful in contrast to how busy it was when you usually come 

♥ “no shit.” baji chuckled, his eyes remaining glued to road, despite how much he wanted to see your reaction

♥ you let out a defeated sighed, leaning against his back, “but it’s closed.”

♥ baji nodded, “yep, that means we’ve got the whole place to ourselves!”

♥ before you could question what baji meant by that, he steered off the edge of the road and down the steep hillside which led to the beach, though it definitely was not meant to be drove on as there were several warning sign at the side of the road, warning drivers about the hill

♥ “baji, what the fuck?!” you screamed over baji’s amused laughter, similar to the way you’d laugh if you were playing GTA, rather than playing with actual human lives

♥ “isn’t this fun?” he yelled back, enjoying how the wind felt against his skin as he maneuvered his bike down the steep hill 

♥ honestly, you weren’t sure whether you enjoyed it or not, but as soon as the bike came to a smooth landing upon the soft sand of the beach, you found yourself silently wanting to do that again

♥ “well, how was that?” baji asked, immediately hopping off the bike on his own only so he could offer you a hand

♥ accepting his hand, you stepped off the cycle only to notice that your legs were shaking, yet you oddly liked it, “that was.. okay.” you murmured, not wanting to feed his ego but also unable to lie to him.

♥ “great.” he uttered, leaning forward to carefully unclip your helmet for you and sling it over the handle of his bike

♥ “so,” he started, looking around the beach for any stray cops or surveyors, “what do you wanna do?” 

♥ he felt a light tug on his jacket sleeve, causing him to look down and meet your pleading gaze, “do you think we could go out again? some other time, maybe?”

♥ all baji did was laugh, resulting in you become sheepish for a moment, until he wrapped his arms around you picked you up for a hug, “obviously!”

♥ you smiled, your cheeks heating up slightly, “nice!”

♥ “anyway,” he started, placing you back down and dashing off towards the sea, “loser owes me lunch!”

♥ ignoring how he gets lunch either way, you immediately sprinted off behind him, watching as he dramatically fell over a large shell and face-planted into the the sand

♥ being the kind friend you are, you ignored him and continued running towards the water, only for him to grab your ankle and trip you up too

♥ “ha!” that is how he shows affection <3

#tokyo revengers sano manjiro #manjirou sano x reader #mikey x reader #draken x reader #draken x you #mikey x y/n #baji scenarios #baji x y/n #draken x y/n #ryuguji ken x reader #mikey x you #baji x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #keisuke baji

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Blackinnon headcanons (because @marlymckitten’s lovely ones got me to write a bit again <3 go check on hers!!!!)

Yes. It’s sappy. But I love sappy Blackinnon. I can’t bear angst any longer so enjoy!

Sirius fell in love with her before she fell in love with him. Actually, he fell in love with Marlene before James fell in love with Lily, even if he took longer to realize it. He unconsciously developed a crush on her during their first year and recognize his messy feelings as love when he was a bit older. Anyway, he liked to say to her that he had loved her since he was a kid and Marlene used to roll her eyes and call him a sappy liar — but Sirius was not lying. Not even a bit.

I personally hc that they didn’t start dating at Hogwarts. Sirius was, emotionally, too much of a mess to actually sort out what he felt. It was not that he wasn’t sure of her — he knew he loved Marlene. He was certain of that. He was just scared to hurt her in any way possible, and though less of himself — he though he wasn’t able to make her happy, and he could not bear it.

It was Marlene who made the first move. One night, she just kissed him. They were alone in London, laughing, smoking and chatting at 1 AM while the rest of the gang had already went home. She just did it. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Hard, passionately. It took him out of breath.

As their relationship became solid, it was clear to both of them that what was happening was that.. they were settling. To Sirius, the word has seem horrendous till she had told him what she felt for him. But he was happier that he had ever been with her and was actually pretty content with the perspective of being hers for the rest of his life.

They weren’t too much into PDA. Sirius resting a hand on her tights, or holding hands was ok — but they couldn’t stand couples who made out constantly while they were out with friends. It was totally different when they were drunk: in that occasions they could not take their hands off each other and used to disappear so as to shag in some bathroom or to go home (to shag. Yes, they did it nonstop)

They had a matching tattoo. They had gone out one evening in March, just the two of them. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner but it had naturally lead to a drunk night in some club in London. After that, they had found some weird (and probably too dirty to be trusted) tattoo shop which was still opened at night and decided to go for it. They were too tipsy to be taken seriously, but managed to explain to the tattooer what they wanted. At the end, Sirius got the written “star of the sky” in Marlene’s handwriting, and she had “star of the sea” in his, on their pelvis. It was sappy, they knew it, but it was them.

Marlene absolutely adored Sirius. She thought he was breathtaking. That’s true, a lot of people thought that — Sirius was indeed a very handsome man, but to Marlene, Sirius was much more than that. Marlene loved everything about him. She loved stroking his hair and caressing the side of his face. She loved when he took her hands into his. She loved kissing his full lips and holding his gaze, despite it made her blush most of the time. She loved feeling his weight on her when he fell asleep while cuddling. She loved feeling him inside of her, it made her feel a sense of fullness and connection she had never felt with someone before.

James was so happy when they got together. He wasn’t even the slightest angry or upset at them, though they knew he would have killed them both if they hurt each other.

Lily was ecstatic when they started dating, too. Perhaps even more than her husband, considering she was the first person Sirius admitted he was in love with Marlene to. It happened during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Lily was looking for Marls — she knew the Astronomy Tower was her and Sirius’ spot and expected to find her there, but only him was present that evening. They talked quite a lot and at one point he just slipped it out. It felt so scaring, but so, so good. Lily promised not to tell a soul, not even to James and Sirius trusted her. She also advised him to tell her, but he knew he needed more time.

He desired a family with her but was scared to bring the topic up — he didn’t really think he would have really been much of a father material with the upbringing he had. His worse nightmare was perhaps inflicting on his children the same pain he had had to endure during his childhood — the idea scared him shitless. But one day, they talked about it. They approached the subject shyly, as if having different perspectives would have risked to break what they had. When Sirius told her it would have be nice, to have kids one day, Marlene could not suppress the wide, genuine smile that appeared on her face. “You’d really want them?” “Yes. With you, I would want them. I think I would be a shit father, but with you to balance I think they’d turn up nice” “That’s bullshit. You will be a wonderful dad.” “I will be? Not “would”?” “Yep. You will. I think we should talk about it… having kids, one day.” Sirius had never been happier.

Marlene’s family was fond of Sirius. Her parents and brother especially. And of course Euphemia and Fleamont loved Marlene — she was James’ first friend ever. Euphemia confessed them once that she had been planning their wedding since fifth year (James laughed a bit to much for Marlene’s liking after hearing that).

Marlene once had called Walburga Black a “fucking cow”. She hadn’t just called her that, she had YELLED it on the platform before taking Sirius hand and making him follow her on the train. She had heard a sneaky comment from her: it was the usual babbling about Sirius being a shame, a failure for being how he was, for hanging out with dirty mudbloods and staying at the Potters. She could not take it. Although her mother (who had intercepted her daughter’s furious expression) had tried to stop her, she had just walked over and yelled at Walburga Black, a witch from a noble and ancient family in the Magical Community, that she was a fucking cow. Around lots, lots of people. Sirius thought he had never loved her more.

Once Sirius told her he wanted to shave his beard, and she screamed, horrified and threatened not to have sex with him for a month if he really did it.

For his 23rd birthday, Marlene gifted him a handful of Polaroids of her nudes, along with his real present. Sirius remained in total awe for a few seconds and then looked at her like a puppy who has received the best toy ever. He really was a simple man, not needing much to be happy.

Sirius couldn’t cook for shit. He could barely prepare a toast without burning something. And most of the time, when he was hungry, he forgot he could use magic. That meant he was not able to surprise her with breakfast in bed or some thing like that — okay, he knew how to make coffee or how to spread jam on bread, he was not that dumb. Anyway, Marlene used to tease him by saying he would starve if she refused to cook for the rest of his days. “I can always eat you, you know” “You are incredible, Black”

7th year’s St Valentine’s Day was perhaps the worst one Marlene had spent in her seventeen years on the Earth. Not that she had ever celebrated it (she hated St Valentine’s Day, the sappy promises, the fake couples who put on a good face during the trip to Hogsmeade so as to show off even if half school knew one of them was shagging someone else. She just couldn’t bear it), but that year every. single. one of her friends had a date. Lily went with James, Remus had gone to Hogsmeade with a bloke he had met in the summer, Alice went with Frank, Mary had been asked by a quite good looking boy who was part of the same club as hers, Emmeline and Dorcas went together (their first public trip after their coming out) and even Peter had managed to set up a date with a really nice girl he had had a crush on since fifth year. And Sirius… well, she supposed he was shagging three or four girls at the same time. Marlene spent most of her time in the library, catching up with her homework, and after a rather depressing lunch alone she hid herself in the Common Room who was occupied only by first and second years who could not go to the village yet. She read a book until she heard someone calling her name. She didn’t even had to turn around to know who it was. Nobody called her Lene. They walked through the empty corridors and corners of the school, perfectly comfortable with one another. He asked her what she had done that day, but she didn’t ask him back. She didn’t want to know if he had gone to Hogsmeade with someone. What she didn’t know was that, yes, he had gone to the village… to buy her flowers. They following morning, when she woke up, she found a beautiful bouquet of tulips — her favorites — of all colors. The was no card attached and it took Lily twenty minutes to convince Marlene that they really were for her.

Marlene’s dream had always been to visit Paris. When she was ten, she promised herself that she would only have gone with the love of her life — Marlene pretended to be nauseated by romance, but the truth was that she was a hopeless romantic herself. She kept the promise. One year or so into their relationship, Sirius and Marlene stayed in Paris for a week. One night they went to a bar and returned to the apartment quite intoxicated and extremely horny, so the usual. They shagged everywhere, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, by the fucking window, not caring who could see them. Once they were finished, they were laying on the couch, naked, only covered by a thin blanket to protect them from the chilly air, their bodies entangled. She told him about her promise. He just looked at her, his eyes full of pure love. And he told her. And it was not scary, quite the contrary, actually. “I love you” he simply said. “I love you so much, Marls” She tried to reply, but her voice was thick with emotion. He understood anyway and gently kissed her, thinking he had finally found something worth living for. And it was love, it had always been love.

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[rax-writes]

Love Letters

Fandom:  Stranger Things Pairing:  Steve Harrington x Reader Warnings:  None Notes:  Once again, I thank @mxgyver​ for the inspiration. It appears that we’re both suckers for mutual pining. ♥

As you waved goodbye to your two best friends and left Scoops Ahoy, Robin watched Steve intently. She took note of the goofy, love-struck smile on his face, and the way he blatantly stared at your ass as you walked away, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked, redirecting his attention from you to his coworker – but only after you were completely out of his line of sight, not wanting to miss a second of his opportunity to admire you.

“You’ve got it bad, Harrington,” Robin observed, still chuckling.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve said, shrugging with feigned nonchalance as he leaned against the counter.

“Sure you don’t,” Robin responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “You need to just ask her out already.”

“Why? Do you think she’d say yes?” Steve asked quickly – a bit too quickly – which caused Robin to start laughing again. “Hey, I’m serious! You’ve been friends with her for way longer than I have. If anybody would know whether or not she likes me, it’d be you. So, come on, spill the beans.”

Steve wasn’t wrong. You and Robin had been best friends since middle school, but you had only recently befriended Steve, after you’d both gotten wrapped up in the Demodogs / Upside Down situation last fall. And yes, she definitely knew how you felt about him – specifically the ginormous crush you’d developed on “King Steve.”

Before now, Robin never would have pictured the two of you together. You used to be more of the nerdy type, preferring to keep to yourself and your few friends, whereas Steve was one of the most popular kids in high school. But now that she knew Steve outside of school, and from seeing how the two of you interact with one another – she thought you were the perfect pair.

“Well, obviously, I would be a terrible best friend if I were to, as you say, ‘spill the beans,’” Robin began, using air quotes to reference his previous comment.

“So there are beans to spill,” he noted, sounding excited.

Ignoring him, Robin continued, “However, I will say this: You remember that teddy bear you gave her earlier this year? That tiny, little red one?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling warmly at the memory. “She wouldn’t admit it, but she was kind of sad because nobody sent her one of those dumb, anonymous carnations on Valentine’s Day at school, and everybody else had gotten at least one. So I ditched last period to run to the store and get her something, and that bear was pretty much all they had left. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but she seemed to like it. She’s probably thrown it away by now, though.”

“She sleeps with it every single night.” Robin watched as Steve’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. “And the carnation you got? With the little note that said “I think you’re perfect”? That was from her.”

“What?!” he exclaimed, his jaw dropping. “There’s no way! I thought – I hoped it was her, so I compared her handwriting to the note, but it didn’t match!”

“That’s because she had me write it for her, so you wouldn’t know it was her.”

“Why didn’t she want me to know?” Steve asked, sadness tinting his voice. “I’d have asked her out on the spot.”

“I asked her the same thing, but she was adamant that you didn’t see her that way at all. She was worried that things between you would get weird if you knew the note was from her, but she still wanted to get it off her chest in some way, even if it was in secret.”

“Wow,” he murmured, staring at the ground in shock. “She’s the smartest girl I know, but she’s somehow so clueless…. I’ve been in love with her for months.”

“Well, I’ve said too much already, but I’ll reiterate: you need to ask her out already,” Robin stated, and Steve just nodded, lost in thought as he continued to stare blankly at the tile floor. After a couple seconds, he abruptly looked up at her, and she could practically see the lightbulb going off in his head.

“I know just the thing.”

Steve called you right when his shift ended at 4:00 PM, and asked you to come pick him up, claiming that his car wasn’t running and he needed a ride home. When you got there, he was waiting for you outside the mall, having changed out of his work uniform into a sweater and jeans (and touched up his hair, of course). He jogged over to your car just as you parked, and waved for you to roll down your window.

“Hey, before we go, would you mind coming in with me? There’s something I want to show you.”

If it had been anyone else, you might have said no, that you're tired and you'd rather just go home. But this was Steve, and he was looking at you with those big, brown puppy-dog eyes. So, you smiled and nodded at him, then got out of your car to follow him. He took a second to double-check the mall map just inside the front doors, then grabbed your hand, saying, “Come on, it’s this way.” You were really glad that he was busy navigating to wherever the hell it was he was taking you, because that meant he didn’t notice how red your face got.

The fact that Steve fucking Harrington was holding your hand dazed you to the point that you weren’t paying attention in the slightest as he led you through the mall. Eventually, he stopped in front of a store, which was evidently your destination. You looked up to see a sign saying ‘Build-A-Bear’ atop the doorway. Steve just grinned at you, excitement written all over his face, as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uh… are we at the right place?”

“Yep!” he answered simply, before pulling you inside. You tried to hide your frown as he let go of your hand, before he placed his hands on your shoulders and spun you to face the wall of... what appeared to be empty stuffed animal carcases. “Alright, pick one.”

It finally clicked then: he took you here to have you make one as a gift. You turned to him with a bright smile, “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he answered, mirroring your smile. “Whichever one you want.”

You spent a good ten minutes figuring out which you liked best, before deciding on a soft, dark brown bear. You told Steve that you just thought this one was the cutest, but really, it was the fact that its color reminded you of Steve’s eyes, and its fluffy fur reminded you of Steve’s hair. (And yes, you’re well aware that that’s super cheesy.) The employee smiled kindly at the two of you as you brought the bear over to her for stuffing. She gave you the same spiel that she’d have given a child – such as instructing you to place a kiss on the tiny felt heart before she put it in the bear’s chest, so “she’ll always know how much you love her!” Steve watched you with adoration as you followed along with all the steps, before the lady asked if you’d like to record something on their little gadget and place it in the bear’s paw, so that whenever you squeezed that spot, it would play.

“Yes, yes we do,” Steve interjected, and you glanced at him. He ignored your confusion, asking the woman, “Is it okay if I borrow it for a minute? I want to record something, but I don’t want my friend here to hear it just yet.”

The lady handed him the device, and he shot you a grin before holding up a finger to signal that he’d be back in one moment, then jogged outside the store. After about a minute, Steve jogged back in and returned it to the lady. You continued to look at him with a raised brow, but he ignored you, standing silently next to you as he watched the employee. She was careful to not press on the device, which would ruin Steve’s little surprise, as she placed it in the bear’s paw, then added your desired amount of stuffing to the bear with their fancy machine, sewed it up, and handed it back to you. She guided the two of you over to the register, where Steve paid for your bear, then walked with you out of the store, heading back to the parking lot.

“So when exactly am I allowed to listen to this super secret message?” you inquired, glancing up at Steve, who just smiled slightly. Wordlessly, he took your free hand, just as he had on the way to Build-A-Bear, and you held the bear tightly to your chest with your other arm. The same blush from before crawled its way up your neck and onto your face.

“You can in just a minute, when we get outside.”

You nodded, then cleared your throat and started speaking about the first thing that came to mind, to try and distract yourself so that the blush would fade. Unfortunately for you, what you ended up rambling about only caused you more embarrassment, and the blush worsened.

“I forgot to say it earlier, but thank you so much for getting this for me. It was an awesome surprise. This is probably kind of dumb, but I, uh… I’ve still got that one you gave me on Valentine’s Day. It’s getting kind of worn out, so –” you cut yourself off, realizing that you almost admitted to sleeping with the damn thing, which would probably sound super weird to him. “Well, I mean, it’s just sitting up on a shelf or whatever, so it’s not getting worn out, just… dusty. Yeah, it’s getting dusty. Um, anyway, this is a nice upgrade from that one, and I appreciate it.”

Steve chuckled as he nodded, then responded sincerely, “It’s no problem. I’m glad you like it – and I’m glad you kept the one from Valentine’s Day.”

He held the door open for you as you exited the mall, and headed back over to your car. The anticipation began to bubble up inside you, as you started to seriously wonder what in the world he would have said on the recording. Steve remained silent as you maneuvered through the parking lot, and both times you glanced at him, he looked almost… nervous? Must have been worrying about what’s wrong with his vehicle or something, you thought. Before you could ask, you’d arrived at your car, so you quickly leaned against the hood and faced him.

“Can I listen to it now?”

Steve took a deep breath, then gave you a worry-laced smile and said, “Yeah, go for it.”

You practically squealed with excitement as you held the bear in front of you and squeezed his paw, then you heard Steve’s voice through the tiny speaker.

“A little birdie told me that you’re the one who sent me that carnation on Valentine’s Day senior year. And I just wanted to say… I think you’re perfect, too. And I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You felt your heart stop and your breath catch in your throat. You stared at the bear for a few moments, before you determined that yes, the recording had actually said that. It wasn’t a figment of your imagination. Steve Harrington just said that he loves you and asked you to be his girlfriend. Holy shit. Holy shit.

“So, um…” Steve began, snapping you out of your stupor. He cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t feel the same way, that’s totally fine. I mean, Valentine’s Day was months ago, so I get it if your feelings have changed or whatever. I just… I don’t know, I wanted to give it a shot, but you don’t –”

Without even thinking, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You poured as much warmth and passion and love into the kiss as you could, and relished in the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest. It felt like the kiss lasted for an eternity, but it still wasn’t long enough before you pulled away slightly to catch your breath, and respond how you should have responded a few minutes ago, if you hadn’t been stunned to silence.

“Nothing has changed, Steve. I definitely still think you’re perfect. I love you too, and I want nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh, thank God,” he muttered, then let out a loud exhale. “You got so quiet after you played the recording, I was scared shitless.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, chuckling at how visibly terrified he was. He just smiled at you.

“It’s okay. The most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted woman I’ve ever met is my girlfriend now, so I’d say I’m doing alright,” Steve quipped, then kissed you again, slower and sweeter this time. He abruptly pulled back a bit, “Oh yeah, by the way, my car is fine.”

“So this was all just a clever ruse to get me here, to Build-A-Bear?��� you asked, grinning. Then a realization dawned on you. “Wait, Robin told you about the note?!”

Steve burst into laughter, then nodded. “Don’t be mad at her, though! She only told me about it to convince me to ask you out. Just like you with the carnation, I’ve been terrified to tell you how I feel, because I was scared to make things weird – or worse, lose you as a friend.”

“Hate to break it to ya, but you’re stuck with me, Stevie,” you stated, giving him another quick kiss. Steve smiled down at you, his eyes full of adoration.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

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I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

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Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

 This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face.  Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy.  Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated.  “I promise.”

~

14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day.  When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

 You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop  doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s  so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

~

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Oneshot: It's already spring in my heart!

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff; poetry; cheesy flirting; >

Words: 1k;

Note: Y/n - your name/ Y/Ln - your last name/ Y/fn - your friend’s name; As Welton is located at Vermont, i will use it's year calendar. This is based on this headcanon of my.

Plot: spending Valentine's Day with Neil P. - (gn!) reader

Also, here’s my Neil playlist, hope you enjoy it!

image font - credits to @gaydurden;

The snow was piling outside, although the winter was nearly on it's end. It was Valentine's Day week and, every student was utterly excited. Those were the days where couples bound together and love confessions were made. Happily (or not), Valentine's Day would be on Saturday, giving everyone a chance to spend with their significant others or simply ignoring the day if you might.

Mr. Keating, as a romance enthusiastic, couldn't help to give an assignment themed for the occasion. "A confession poem!" he said, which kept Neil thinking for a while. It could be either authorial or from another, already well-known, poet. He searched for hours, and yet nothing seemed to say exactly how he felt about (Y/n).

You've been flirting for a while and, although it was clear that he was into you and vice-versa, no one took action. He did invite you on dates quite often, and you both spent much time alone together (if that makes sense). But still, nothing official. Todd, on another hand, was already dating (Y/fn) for a few weeks. That made Neil both happy for his friend and worried for himself.

He was smooth with his intentions, perhaps way too smooth? But he didn't want to rush things either. Jesus, he frequently held himself back to avoid flirting with you all the time and not make you uncomfortable. Was he holding back way too much? Sure you made him feel like if an entire garden was growing out in his heart, and he could bet that bees followed you around... That's how sweet you were! But did you felt the same?

You both did talk almost every day, and you did laugh at most of his jokes. You called him by a pet name as much as he did with you, and you never excused yourself from his touches. You did flirt back every once in a while and dance with him occasionally too. Perhaps you did feel the same.

Also, Todd and (Y/fn) always encouraged him to confess. That must mean you liked him back, right? With his heart full of hope and inspired mind, he decided to write his poem. The dawn had already arrived, and Sunday was nearly on it's end. The assignment was due on Monday morning, and the students should read them out loud.

Neil did his best, 22h Todd turned the lights off, and the boys went to bed. Neil sent his usual "Good Night, Dove! Sleep well :)" and almost immediately he got the usual answer "Good night, Nightingale :)."

He locked his phone screen. "You know they like you back, right?" said Todd, "How are you so sure?" "Because it's obvious, Neil." "If it's that obvious, I would've noticed, wouldn't I?" "Indeed, but you're way too oblivious for that. And so are them, apparently!". "You're just being nonsensical..." Neil said, turning to his bed corner, "You know I'm not, but fine! Keep up with the denial." and they both give in to sleep.

Monday has arrived and tension floated by the corridors. Today was the assignment day, and nervousness was impossible to avoid. Neil woke up with a knot in his stomach and tried not to give it attention. Perhaps it would go away if he didn't acknowledge it. Suddenly his phone buzzed, Todd looked at him smirking. "Morning Nightingale, excited for Mr. K's class today?" Neil couldn't help but smile. "Morning Dove, sure! Are u?" "Ofc, see you there!" he locked his screen again.

"Shut up, Todd." "I didn't even say anything..." Todd answered, laughing at Neil's (now pink) cheeks. The three first periods were painfully slow, anxiousness keeping him from paying attention to anything at all. Until finally, Mr. Keating's class. He entered the room, quietly, "I hope you made your assignment class. As to open the day, (Y/n) would you do the honors?" and so they stand, answering a short yes to the teacher.

"I chose a sonnet from John Milton, is called 'To the Nightingale.'" Mr. Keating nodded, giving them space to continue. As Neil's heart skipped a beat, and the poets took a glance at him. (Y/n) looked at Neil for a few seconds, enough to make it even more obvious as to who the confession was meant.

Sonnet I : To The Nightingale O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill, Portend success in love. O if Jove’s will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

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With the reading finished, the class burst into applause. Neil had a smitten look on his face which made you smile. It was a success, and hopefully, he had caught the hint this time. You had tried to confess many times, but his insecurities often got in your way. But this time, you would make your intentions as clear as water.

After you, two or three students tried their luck. But you couldn't exactly pay attention, neither could Neil. When Keating asked for volunteers, his hand automatically rose in the crowd. He walked to the class front once the teacher granted his permission and proceeded to read, out loud, the poem he wrote the night before.

The winter was long gone And for the first time in a Few months I felt the rays of sunshine Extend it's fingers through my skin The spring has arrived And although I liked the white Flowers, rabbits, and bees make me rhyme and feel like writing a love hymn Oh lover, look what you've done! There are roses and dandelions through the whole sidewalk of my house, you thrive your love in me!

this poem is of my authorship;

The class burst into applause once more, until a voice from the back called attention. "Is not exactly spring yet, Neil," said Charlie with a smirk only intending to tease his friend. A few classmates laughed as Neil answered "It's already spring in my heart!" without giving much thought to it. A wave of "Owwn" was spread as you smiled at him.

You both exchanged loving gazes. Your love was finally blossoming.

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[worldofherwords]

You.

Dear You,

I am writing to you because I am sad and I don’t have anyone to talk to. Because all my friends are tired of hearing about this and I feel like they pity me when I do. Also, I may or may not be a bit inebriated.

Our love started good, it was like finding someone you’ve known all your life. It’s like we picked up where we left off, even if we are virtually strangers. I honestly don’t know what made me fall for you, perhaps its how you decided that you want me, and no one has ever wanted me that surely before. Perhaps it’s how easy I found talking to you is, it’s like I’ve known you all my life. It wasn’t awkward even if I’m all but that. Initially, I thought that it’s weird that I had feelings for you because it didn’t make any sense at all. But all I knew is that I want to be with you. Wanted. For the first time, I actually saw a future with someone. I actually wanted to be with someone. I spent a lot of time alone, I was not desperate to be with anyone. Like I told you when we first started talking, I wasn’t planning on looking for a relationship. I was just honestly there cos I was bored and wanted to talk to people. Then I met you.

When you first encountered problems, I told myself that it’s time to leave. It was too much too soon. I wanted to comfort you and be there for you even if I knew you didn’t want to. My stupid mouth slipped and accidentally told you that I love you. Maybe that was the start of the end, beginning of nothing, because it was too much too soon. Perhaps you only got carried away by how I feel so you decided that you also felt the same, even if it wasn’t the reality. Regardless, I pushed that anxiety down because you said you loved me. It felt amazing, like a breath of fresh air. You were telling me things that I’ve never heard anyone say to me, making promises that sounded like I’m the only girl in the world. Too bad they are just words.

I immediately got used to being around you, even when the signs said that you’re not fond of it. I felt like I was bothering you all the time but then you would have moments where you would act like you’re so in love with me. I told myself that maybe the good times are worth it. The best part you did that made me feel like maybe you truly do care is when you spent time with me even after your long shift from work, just to make sure I’m okay. I was holding onto this, so much. Every time someone says that I’mbeing treated like shit, I always tell them no because I’ve seen this part of you that cared. But that’s the thing, I can’t keep holding out to when you decide to be like that again.

February came around and I was so excited because it will be the first time in years that I will be celebrating Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend. The day came and you didn’t even greet me, you said nothing. I felt stupid for hoping that you’d care. I brushed it off, the pain, because I knew it was your birthmonth. I said maybe you’re just not a valentine’s day person. Maybe you’re just not romantic. I pushed all the hurt and anxiety down. I worked tirelessly to earn enough to send you some gifts to make you feel special on your day, because you told me that no one has cared enough to give you a gift. I wanted to make you feel special, even with the distance. I was so happy because I succeeded! You were happy, you felt special! That was the goal. You started being warmer and sweet towards me, I was happy because I thought hey it’s turning around finally! Yay. But I didn’t know that it would last only for a couple of weeks before we got back to you ignoring me again and making me feel as if I don’t matter. I thought that you getting a Nintendo Switch would save our relationship, cos we’d spend more time together. But it didn’t last for long. You got tired of it and we’re back to our normal routine. Maybe you deleting the stupid post I made on your game was enough premonition to me that you didn’t want people to know you’re taken. You explained everything then, I thought to myself – wow he didn’t just shut off. This is progress. I thought you were telling the truth. I believed you.

Admittedly, what I did next is wrong. I listened to people who said that you weren’t serious with me. I didn’t want to believe hem, believe me. But after seeing what they had to show, it was hard not to believe it. Especially knowing that it was a romantic thing that never panned out. It made me feel like you were still hoping to someday be with them. That you’re only with me because I’m the one who’s available. Maybe that’s another problem of mine, I’ve made myself so available to you. Even when I’m busy or not feeling my best, I would always run to you the moment you need me. Give you whatever you need even if I have nothing. Because to me, that’s love. While I was loving you, I forgot to love myself. I started picking on myself, maybe if I look more like them then you’d pay me enough attention. Maybe if I act more like them then you’d feel as if it’s not a chore to be with me. Because those are the things that you made me feel. That I have to act a certain way to be with you. You only wanted Happy me, not the sad depressed mei. Which is so unfair. But I said, hey maybe that’s what lve is. And god, I was dumb to think of that. I tried to push the negativity out again, after we talked. I tried to tell myself that I can do it. That I wouldn’t want to lose the potential future we have. But then I saw you looking at other women, you said you enjoy their content but their content is porn. It made me feel horrible yet again. It made me feel disgusted and disgusting. That maybe you only liked me because of what I am. I felt sick to my stomach seeing you enjoy ABGs shaking their ass on screens, I felt fetishized. You were acting as if you’re single, looking at these women with their tits and asses out. You were giving them the attention that I wanted. Even after promising that you won’t. I tried to bargain against myself, thinking that maybe you’d change but it just doesn’t feel right. I was willing to look the other way and take what you say and believe it. But at the end of the day, those are just words right?

I guess its too much for me to ask to be respected? I don’t know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel small. Insignificant. Ugly. Unwanted. Unloved. I’ve never felt this pain before, and I’ve been through so much. Maybe it’s my fault because I ignored all the signs. But I was so in love with you, you don’t even know it. I put you up in a pedestal, thinking you won’t do anything to hurt me. Because I thought we saw each other eye to eye. I didn’t know I was wrong. I guess red flags are just flags when you’re wearing rose colored glasses. All I wanted was honesty, all I offered was honesty. Never have I ever lied to you in the duration of our relationship.

I don’t know why I’m writing. I don’t even know if I’ll send this. Maybe.  Maybe not. Not sober, at least. I doubt you’ll even care. I doubt you’d even read it. I doubt it. Maybe this is the universe’s sick revenge, karma, for all the guys I’ve ghosted and hurt before you.

I want you to know that I really did love you. I’ve given you my all. And this is the same reason why I want you to stop pursuing me. Especially if you’re not ready. Because I will always come back to you. Because you will always have a space in my heart. But if you truly love me, please spare me the pain.

I really wanted it to work. So bad. That I was willing to look past how much I’m hurting. I guess you’re right, maybe I’m too emotional. But it’s something I’m proud of, especially after being robbed of emotions all my life. It’s not wrong of me to feel things, I worked so hard for it. I was so vulnerable with you, completely no walls barred. Maybe that was wrong of me. Maybe I should have left some for myself. That’s just how I am, I love so hard and selflessly. I’m sorry if it was too much for you.  I’m sorry I had to leave the way I did. I needed to save myself of the pain. I just can’t handle it anymore.

Maybe one day, if you find yourself here or I there, maybe we could try again. When we’re both ready for each other. But for now, good bye and thank you for everything. I’m sorry for everything as well.

PS- don’t forget to cut yourself some slack. You are trying your best with what you have, you have overcame a lot and you should be proud of that every single day. As I am.   You will live a fruitful life with someone who will love you unconditionally and understand you completely, without it being so difficult.

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[gubler-me-up]

Boo’s and Ghoul’s (MGG request)

Request: hi !! can i request a mgg imagine where it’s halloween night and him and the reader are watching horror movies while eating candy, and it’s all just fluff? thank you for ur time !! :D

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! We’re like a month away from Halloween and I love spooky season as much as the next person, so this request was fun to write! I was gonna do a double upload with this and Ace, but it never happened because I take 10 years to write a sentence smh (But it’s still Saturday in some places so this is kinda like a double upload am i right? 👁👅👁) Enjoy!! ��

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Pure Halloween fluff

Content warning: None, maybe spookiness if you’re not bout that life

Word count: 1.1k

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Spending Halloween night indoors was the equivalent to Valentine’s Day for Matthew. He was so ecstatic to spend the night cuddling you while watching classic horror movies and eating an endless amount of candy. When October rolled around it was as if a new light sparked in Matthew. Brighter than the light he already was.

You dumped a bag of a classic mix of various popular chocolates into a one of Matthew’s handmade jack-o-lantern bowl. One of the first things he told you when you met he liked doing Halloween arts and crafts the most during the spooky season. You expected to see one or two creations, but were welcomed with at least 30 different Halloween themed crafts when he finally showed you his collection.

“Y/N, do you wanna watch Friday the Thirteenth or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” You heard Matthew yell from the living room.

“Do you have The Evil Dead?” You asked

“Oh boy, you bet I do,” he said with the utmost excitement.

You giggled to yourself as you threw the empty candy bag in the trash. You went over to his huge pantry to take out a bag of popcorn. You then went to the cabinet to grab the handcrafted Frankenstein bowl he had made. As you turned around, you were greeted with an unpleasant surprise.

“Boo!” Matthew yelled.

You were so caught off guard you dropped the bowl on the ground and it shattered. You squeezed your eyes hoping it wasn’t broken, but when you opened them you saw it was shattered into large glass pieces. You looked back up at Matthew hoping he wasn’t mad you broke his art. To your surprise, he was stifling a hardy laugh.

“Y/N, if you’re this jumpy now, how do you expect to survive watching a series of horror movies?” He laughed.

“The jump scares will be in front of me and not behind me,” you responded.

He let out a booming laugh as he bent down to start picking up the pieces of the bowl. You bent down to help him as you still felt bad for what you did even if he didn’t mind. Before you picked up anything, he stopped your hand. You looked at him confused. He greeted your confused look with a smile.

“It was my fault. How about you get yourself comfortable on the couch as I clean this up?” He said.

“You sure?” You asked.

He nodded. “Of course. I want your nerves settled before we start The Evil Dead.”

You giggled as you got up from the ground. You walked over to the counter where the bowl of candy was resting. You made sure to pick it up carefully before part two of the bowl dropping incident occurred. You walked into the living room to get yourself comfortable on the couch.

You looked around the living room which was decorated to the brim with Halloween decorations. You couldn’t help but admire it every time you walked in or through the area. Bats hanging from the ceiling, carved pumpkins on the fireplace, a skeleton in the corner; it was the real deal.

You placed the bowl beside you as you went to the VCR player. Matthew borrowed his mom’s so you two could watch the VHS originals of the horror movies he collected. He said doing this made for a satisfying viewing experience. He hasn’t been wrong about anything Halloween yet. You saw the VHS for The Evil Dead on the floor and decided to get the movie started at least after all your mess.

You popped in the VHS and scooted back. You didn’t see the main menu appear on the screen. You sighed and laughed to yourself. You didn’t even turn on the T.V. You grabbed the remote and turned it on just to see a horrific face of a zombie-like girl appear on the screen. Out of natural instinct, you screamed out of shock.

You heard Matthew run into the living room. You quickly turned around to see him standing with a ghost bowl full of popcorn. He looked at you in shock and confusion. He then looked at the screen and saw what made you scream in such horror. He let out an uncontrollable laugh as he saw the girl on the T.V.

“I meant to rewind it from the last time I watched it. I’m so sorry you had to be greeted like that,” he said.

He walked over to you and placed the bowl on the coffee table. He took your hands to help you off the ground as he still laughed at your embarrassingly easily scared personality. He gave you a quick peck on the lips before leading you back over to the couch to sit.

“Thanks for helping set up this indoor spookfest, Y/N. For all your brave work I promise to protect you from any ghoul’s,” he said while rewinding the VHS.

“How kind of you, good sir. I don’t want to be dropping bowls on monsters toes now would I,” you said.

He laughed and pressed play when he finished rewinding the movie. He went over to the lights to turn them off. He walked back over to the coffee table and pulled out the lighter from his pocket to light the three candles. The scent of apple spiced cinnamon hit your nose and it felt as if you were in a dream. The Halloween fantasy was fully complete.

He took his place beside you and patted his lap while giving you his signature warm stare. You obliged and placed yourself on his lap with your back against his chest. You reached your hand in the candy bowl to take out a Kit-Kat. You opened it and placed one tiny bar in Matthew’s mouth. He smiled at you as he accepted your gift offering.

“Do you think if I offered a monster some candy, they would leave me alone,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Most monsters, but not vampires.”

“Vampires? Why wouldn’t a vampire leave me alone?” You asked.

You felt him kiss up your shoulder and then lightly sink his canines into the crook of your neck. You let out a slight gasp before giggling along with him. You looked down at him as he took his teeth’s grip off of you.

“Vampires like you too much to just leave you alone,” he said.

“In my books, vampires are just up my alley,” you said.

You kissed him and could taste the air of chocolate in his mouth which made the kiss extra sweet. Both of you then decided it was time to crackdown on paying attention to the movie instead of each other. After all, it was going to be a long, spooky night ahead for you both as you enjoyed each other’s company and endless Halloween treats.

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[redroomwidows]

Love Story

SUMMARY: Y/n and Bucky are in love, despite the issues life throws at them.

based off the song ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift. This is for Valentines day and in honour of Taylor releasing her first re-recorded song! 

WORD COUNT: 1735

WARNINGS:  Swearing, a little bit of angst. My lack of 40s knowledge and protective father knowledge. 

Happy valentines day! Even if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with, treat yourself! 

40s! Bucky Barnes x fem! reader

If anyone were to describe Bucky Barnes, it would be as a ladies' man. He could smile at a girl and they’d fall instantly in love before he’s even said his name. Bucky didn’t hate this, in fact he used it to his advantage many times, however eventually it got tiring. He felt like he was expected to be charming and endearing all the time. But on some nights, he just wanted to go out with Steve, he didn’t want to go dancing, he just wanted to have a beer with his friend 

Today was one of those days. He’d entered the bar in hopes of sitting down and having a few laughs with his friend, however the two had seemed to forget it was dancing night. As soon as they entered all eyes were on Bucky, but he just smiled, slightly embarrassed, and walked with Steve to get them a table.

The night wasn’t as bad as he expected it to be, him and Steve still had fun, even though the numerous ladies giving Bucky the eyes from halfway across the room was staring to get on Steve’s nerves. Eventually, Bucky let his eyes wander through the crowd and they land on a woman in the corner. Bucky’s eyes widen slightly, she was gorgeous. Her hair was down in the usual pin curls he’d seen, but her face looks painted on, like she was a goddess from a painting made long ago. He’d seen her before, but she always hid in the corner with her friend, hiding her face slightly. But today, it was clear she’d had a bit to drink and she was laughing loudly and Bucky couldn't help but keep staring. The woman turns slightly, feeling eyes on her and when she catches Bucky, she gives him a small smile.

“I’ll be back,” He says quickly to Steve, standing.

“Buck…” Steve sighs “You said you wouldn’t. Not tonight -”

“I know...Look one dance,” he raises his index finger and Steve nods, knowing it was a lie but he wanted to go home now anyway. The Bar was slowly emptying out and only a few already established couples were sat at tables or dancing. 

Bucky makes his was across the dance floor and his target looks up slightly.

“Hey,” he introduces himself “I’m Bucky,”

“Y/n,” she introduced herself, putting her hand out for him to shake, but instead he takes it in his hand and kisses it, maintaining eye contact with her. Instead of blushing as he expects though, she laughs. And right then, is when Bucky decides he wanted to marry her. 

Y/n and Bucky met several times after that night, either accidentally, or they arranged to do something together. Eventually, those arrangements turned into dates and the two were quickly falling in love.

Bucky always tried to walk Y/n home, but whenever they got to the end of her street, she’d insist she could go on her own. Her father was...protective to say the least and she didn’t need him to know about her growing relationship with Bucky. She wanted him to know, god she wanted her whole family to know. But her father would never even let her have a chance to speak.

“Let me walk you home tonight doll,” Bucky starts and Y/n stop in her tracks, looking up at her boyfriend 

“I’ll be fine Buck, it’s barely two minute walk,”

“I know, but I want to be a real gentleman, walk you to the door,”

“You are a real gentleman,” Y/n smiles, reaching to hold Bucky’s cheek 

“I don’t feel like one when I don’t get to kiss you goodnight in front of your door,”

“Maybe I’m not a real lady hm?” Y/n smiles 

“No, that can’t be right,” Bucky shakes his head and Y/n laughs, leaning to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Bucky smiles into the kiss, pulling Y/n in closer by the hips, there’s a moment of calm before a car drives past, and Y/n's eyes widen as she recognises the car “oh shit,” 

“What?” Bucky turns and the car stops as a man leans over and winds the window down.

“Y/n…” the man starts.

“Dad,” she responds and Bucky’s eyes widen as well and he lets go of his girlfriend, attempting to wipe her lipstick from his lips “This is Bucky my um…”

“I don’t care. Get in the car Y/n,”

“Dad - I’m not a kid anymore. I can go out with who I like,”

“Not while you live under my roof,” 

“Dad!”

“Get in the car!” he continues and Y/n sighs, giving Bucky’s hand a squeeze with a sad smile as she gets into the backseat “Stay away,” he drives off and Y/n sighs, banning her head against the window.

When back inside the house, Y/n goes immediately up the stairs “Oh, so you’re ignoring me now?” her father asks

“Yes, I am,” 

“Who even was he?”

“He was my boyfriend dad!” Y/n turns “and you just forced me into the car and home when I was on a date,”

“I’ve never met him before, how can he be your boyfriend?”

“You’ve never met him because of this,” Y/n gestures, turning around as tears well in her eyes, she didn’t want her father to stop her from seeing Bucky. She was a grown adult for fucks sake, yet her father still thought he had control over her.

“I’m a grown adult, I’m allowed to go on dates and have a boyfriend, I’m allowed to be in love,”. Y/n rushes up the stairs, sitting down calmly on her bed as she lets the tears fall, burying her face in her hands. 

The weeks and months following that night, were full of secret meetings and sneaking out of the house for Y/n. Her father had told her to stop seeing Bucky, but she didn’t listen and Bucky would do anything to keep seeing her, so he dealt with the scolding from Steve and the sadness that flooded through him whenever his and Y/n’s time together was cut short.

“Y/n,” Bucky says one night when they’re lying in the grass of a park a few blocks from Y/n’s house.

“Hm?” she answers, looking over at him

“I uh -” he’s unsure how to say it, unsure how to tell his love he’s leaving

“What is it Buck?” She’s concerned now, he’s never normally this quiet.

“I got my orders. I’m leaving for England in a few days,”

It takes her a minute to process what he’s just said “England?”

“Yeah,” Bucky grabs her hand, giving it a squeeze “I - I don’t expect you to wait for me,”

“Of course, I’ll wait for you!” Y/n nearly shouts and she leans over so she’s straddling Bucky “Of course I’ll wait, I’ll write letters, I’ll visit Steve, I’ll take care of Becca. I’ll do anything you need okay?”

“I just - You could have anyone and what If I don’t come back?”

“You will come back,” Y/n says firmly “You’ll come back because the woman who loves you will be right here,”

“Love?”

“Yeah, Love,” Y/n smiles leaning down to kiss Bucky slowly “I love you Bucky Barnes. More than any words can describe”.

Y/n said she’d write and she did, her and Bucky exchanged letters as often as they can. Sometimes Y/n felt like she was just writing into nothingness, but then every few months she’d get a reply that responded to everything she’d said. However, at one point there was nothing for so long Y/n got worried, she was scared. What of he’d been taken captive? What if he was unable to write? What if he’d - she could never fully finish that thought.

Her family had told her to stop writing, to move on and go out dancing again. Maybe she’d find another man. But most of the men were gone at this point, even if Y/n had the thought of leaving Bucky, which she never did. 

She wished Bucky would come back, that he’d kiss her on the lips and say everything would be alright, that he was safe and happy. Bur she doubted that would happen, she was coming to expect the letter so many others had received.

Ultimately, Y/n had to stop sending letters, the pain of not receiving anything back was becoming too much. She had spent weeks in her room, but eventually her mother had forced her out, telling her to go for a walk around the park. It was evening by now and most the kids were gone now, Y/n felt like it was just her there and she found herself returning to the spot her and Bucky used to lay in the middle of the night. 

“Hey,” A familiar voice calls and Y/n turns around and she lets out a small, quiet laugh.

“Hey,” Y/n smiles, but before she can rush into Bucky’s arms, she notices his left one in a sling.

“I uh, got sent home, can’t really fire a gun,” he laughs slightly and Y/n runs to him, making sure to lean into his right side, he hugs her back and when they pull apart, both can see the other is crying.

“I missed you, I missed you so much,” Y/n cups Bucky’s face in her hands, examining his face for any cuts or scars.

“Me too doll,” Bucky smiles and lets Y/n press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry for stopping writing. I got scared and -”

“I know,” Bucky nods “It’s okay, I know,” Y/n could barely breathe when she looked at Bucky, he looked different, older sadder, and it broke her heart. However, behind it all was the familiar shine Y/n saw that night when she said she loved him.

“I wanted to ask you something,”

“Anything,” Y/n smiles and Bucky steps back, reaching into his pocket 

“I uh, bought this before I left. I wanted to ask but I didn’t want you feeling more. alone,” He slowly lowers himself to the ground and Y/n widens her eyes.

“I don’t want to leave you again, I don’t want to read letters about your life, I want to experience it with you and I don’t want it to be a secret. I spoke to your dad, he said he approved and -”

“Yes,” Y/n answers instantly and a wide smile graces her face, the biggest smile that’d graced her face in months. 

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

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WIP challenge

Thank you for tagging me @wanderingbandurria! All of your WIPs sound absolutely amazing!

I already did this last week but I'm going to do it again because, of course, a few more things have popped into my WIP trello board (yes, I have a WIP trello board, because I am just that kind of person).

WIP Challenge 😁❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍❤😁🤩🤩 Rules: tell us the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them. Then tag five other writers.

Pages of You - this is my current live WIP. It’s a soft spinoff/sequel to Led by Light, my 1960s Wolfstar AU. It’s set 20 years later, in 1980, and follows Harry during his summer between second and third year at uni. He picks up a job at Sirius’s queer bookshop and starts up a pen pal relationship with an anonymous boy he quickly develops feelings for. At the same time, he meets Draco, son of the CEO of the UK’s most conservative bookshop chain who are opening up a branch in the same London district.

Bites Through the Bone - I’ve posted a couple of snippets of this already (here and here). This will be a one-shot (or at the maximum, two chapters). Remus is a former art graduate turned thief when he and his best friend Gideon find themselves out of work straight out of university. They pick up rich men in London and rob them. One night, he meets Sirius, and things turn on their head. Guest appearance by James Potter. I’m not going to lie, this fic is pure id-fulfillment and really rather rude indeed; but it’s been very fun to write and a bit of a break from my usual brand of flangst/flufft. However, it is me, so it does include, you know, heightened emotions and depth of feeling… somewhat. I just hope people won’t judge me too harshly for it!

Scrabble - my RS Candyhearts challenge that I swear I will finish writing before Valentine’s Day. A cute one-shot where Remus and Sirius play a game of Scrabble and smoke some jazz cigarettes.

Firelight - my first official Jegulus fic, which I can’t give too much away about, because it’s a challenge fic. It’s a one-shot also.

As Yet Untilted Gothic Wolfstar multi-chapter fic - I posted about this here and I’ve started drafting/outlining, which I think makes it an official WIP. I have a couple of titles in mind for this and I’m sure you’ll hear more about it soon. This (or, admittedly, the below fic) might be my next “big baby” after Pages.

As Yet Untitled Nick Hornby inspired Wolfstar multi-chapter fic - much the same as the above, it’s completely outlined but I have no title for it yet. Sirius is a former child actor from a big film franchise and has since blurred into obscurity. Remus’s boyfriend is investigating him for his podcast series on forgotten pop culture icons, and Remus couldn’t care less about it nor him. Until he does.

As Yet Untitled Sirius and James Time-Travel Fic: I said I'd never do time travel because the mechanics of it would blow my pedantic mind to shreds BUT I posted recently about how much I love history (it's my number one love honestly) and that I should do a Bill and Ted style AU. It was a joke, honestly, but the more I think about it, the more I want to develop it. Will it be humour? Will it be a drama? Who knows! It will involve an epic romance though that crosses the historical divide between a modern day Sirius and Remus from another era (as yet to be decided).

Others: I am working on a few other WIPs including an ace!Sirius one-shot, a Wolfstarbucks cult initiation/biker gang kidnapping one-shot, and also at the bottom of my slush pile that I actually have a few chapters written in full of already: untitled Wolfstar go on a romantic cruise (as friends) multi-chap.

I'm leaving this open for anyone who wants to play!

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Flowers & Chocolates // John Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: On Valentine’s Day, your neighbour John asks you to look after his kids for a few hours and comes back with a gift you had been waiting for.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2372

Author’s Note:

This is a modern au, my first one for Peaky Blinders. I wasn’t sure if I could write a modern fic for this well but I think this turned out to be pretty good. I had to give John’s kids names and it was really hard to decide, I hope they fit well.

This fic really made me get over my writer’s block. I wrote this in one sit and it just put my mood up so much. It’s really fluffy and exactly what I would want my Valentine’s Day to be like.

I hope you share Valentine’s Day with all of your loved ones and show them you appreciate their love. I also hope that this one shot makes you as happy as it made me while writing it. Enjoy <3

English is not my first language and I’m not always confident about my work so please let me know if I make any mistakes or anything I can fix in my writing.

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It was Valentine’s Day. You were single once again and your date for the night was a bottle of cheap red wine.

None of your relationships lasted more than 6 months and you had been spending every Valentine’s Day alone for 3 years. You were convinced the relationship chapter of your life was closed for now.

That morning started like another Sunday morning. You got up, took a shower, made yourself coffee and called it breakfast. You scrolled through Instagram and pretended not to see all the couple posts.

You were actually really glad to be single. You had full freedom, not that a relationship would take it all away but being independant entirely made you feel good. Also all of your past relationships felt one sided and you hadn’t met the right person yet.

This Valentine’s Day was a bit different than the others because you weren’t upset about being single. You were actually upset about not being in a relationship with a specific someone.

That someone was your upstairs neighbour in the small apartment complex you lived in. His name was John and he had four kids. Yes, four kids.

You might ask why that information was so important and the answer is simple. You and John met just because he had kids.

All of the flats besides yours and John’s were rented by university students, that left you as the only choice to babysit John’s kids. You were working independently, you were a graphic artist and you were always at home. That was exactly what John needed.

One summer afternoon, your door knocked. You weren’t expected guests, you barely had them anyway. John stood before you, looked at you with his gentle eyes.

“I have no one, can you watch my kids for an hour?” was the first thing he had said to you. You were also too busy trying to understand who he was and didn’t notice four youngers hiding behind him.

You couldn’t say no. You loved children, you had two younger brothers but they were back in your hometown when you had moved to London. John just left you with the kids and left.

John had two daughters and two sons. Katie, Jocelyn, William and David. Katie was the oldest but definitely wasn’t the most mature one. Jocelyn and William were twins but looked nothing alike though they sounded a lot like each other. David was the youngest and somehow the most mature one.

The oldest was nine and the youngest one was six at the time you met them. They were extremely calm and none of them were troublemakers. They had great interest in your work and asked a lot of questions but also never bothered you.

You loved spending time with them and babysitting them. It has become a routine for you. John would drop them at least a few times a week. It was summer and the kids didn’t go to school. They were with you almost everyday.

You spent so much time with his kids that one day you even joked about getting paid. John had a better offer though. He promised you that he and the kids would make or buy you dinner every weekend to pay you back.

John was a good cook, you had only had take out for one of those dinners once and that was because he was sick. You had become almost like a family.

John was originally from Birmingham, his accent gave it away anyway but he had moved to London with a quick decision after his wife passed away. He had left his brothers and aunt behind in Birmingham but promised them that they’ll be okay.

John had told you that moving to London was the best decision he had taken. It was a new beginning for him and the kids. He was an engineer and London had more opportunities.

Even though you worked from home and didn’t quite reach the goals you had coming to London but it was your best decision too. Best decision after dumping your toxic ex.

Luckily for both you and John, you had formed a great friendship. The kids adored you. John was forever thankful for taking care of them.

That was all going to start changing when schools started and you saw them less and less. You were starting to feel like you didn’t appreciate your time with them enough.

You also realised you had feelings for John. That hurt more when one morning as the kids and him leaving home told you that they were moving. They were going to move out of their flat to a bigger place.

Your heart broke. You knew you’d see them from time to time but you thought it would never be the same warmth you had as neighbours.

That little heartache made Valentine’s Day harder. You could’ve opened your heart out to John and his little family you were introduced to. You had even joined that little family. Shared everything and became so close that you felt like you joined their family

After your coffee and your usual morning Instagram scrolling, you opened your laptop. You had to finish one job before the deadline. Your doorbell rang while you were deep down in work.

You went to the door knowing it was John. You hoped he would be alone. He was not, he had brought the kids again. You were happy to see them but you had one last hope to spend Valentine’s Day with John.

“Sorry Y/N, can you look after them for a few hours?” John said looking at you with puppy eyes. It almost felt like he was apologising for something and it wasn’t for making you look after his children.

“Sure!” you had said, trying to hide the subtle pain in your chest. “I downloaded a new game!” David said, waving his iPad carefully. You smiled You looked back to John, your smile had faded but his was as strong as it was a moment before.

You were hurting because him dropping them off on Valentine's Day meant only one thing. He was going on a date. He didn’t have a partner that you knew of and knew he would tell you if he did. It hurt you so much

“Going on a date?” you asked not being able to hold your curiosity back. “Oh no, just an errand.” John said and you just nodded.

You tried to reply back with a smile but it looked more like you were trying to hide your pain. “Alright, get in kids.” you told the children and John nodded.

“Alright Shelby Clan, I’ll be back in an hour.” John said and that made you genuinely smile. You found it very funny that he called them Shelby Clan. You knew it was the nickname for the whole family but it was still funny hearing him call four kids a clan.

“Bye daddy!” Jocelyn said waving, then they all got in. They ran to the living room which was also your office. “Y/N, are you really working on Valentine’s Day?” Katie asked. You chuckled nervously.

“Well, I’m not dating anyone, so yes.” you admitted and the kids giggled. “What are you laughing at?” you joked and they giggled more. “Would you want to date?” William asked.

“I think I would, if there was a right person.” you said after sitting on your chair. The kids sat on the ground and rested their backs on the side of the couch. David climbed on the couch instead, told you he was more mature.

“Even I am dating someone.” Katie said and Jocelyn gasped. “Who’s the lucky fella?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. All of them kept giggling, “He’s in my class, he bought me a cookie on friday.” Katie said with a big smile.

Watching them giggle and talk to you enthusiastically made your mood go up. You were actually feeling much better thanks to the Shelby Clan.

You went back to work while they were entertaining themselves with the new game David downloaded. The other siblings joined David on the couch too, lşke they should’ve done earlier.

You weren’t close to finishing the work and you were getting stressed about it. Your back started hurting from sitting. Also your stomach growled, reminding you that coffee doesn’t count as a meal.

“Are y’all hungry?” you asked the kids, hoping they would say yes. “Nope.” they all answered at once but Katie had more to say. “Dad said they’ll be cooking for us when he gets back.” they all nodded to Katie’s work.

“I’m eating on my own then.” you mumbled and stood up. “No Y/N, daddy’s cooking for you too.” William said and you smiled for a moment.

Your mind went full on panic mode. You questioned why he would cook for you after he comes back from a date. Even though he had said it wasn’t a date, your conscience didn’t trust his words.

You sat back at your seat but you didn’t want to keep working. The kids seemed so into that game that you also didn’t want to interrupt their fun. You went back to scrolling through Instagram and accepting your loneliness.

Soon the doorbell came to the rescue. You didn’t notice how much time passed so you didn’t think it would be John. You still believed he was on a date.

You opened the door. Your gaze first focused on John’s big smile, you didn’t even notice what he was holding in his hands.

“I’m back.” he said quietly, he was so quiet that you knew for some reason that he didn’t want kids to hear. That was when your gaze fell down from his lips to his hands.

He was holding a box of chocolate and a bouquet of red roses. You gasped and then smiled so big. “You bought me flowers and chocolates.” you said after licking your lips.

“I thought it was the appropriate time to.” John said, you looked at him not getting exactly what he was trying to say. You were so clueless.

“Appropriate time for what?” you asked and he just laughed. He thought you were joking but you were asking seriously. The fact that the corner of your lips were still curled had tricked him.

“I thought you were smarter.” he joked instead of directly answering your question. “Shut up you wanker, tell me!” you laughed after. “Wanker huh? I’m never telling you.” he replied and laughed so hard that you were sure the kids had heard already.

“Come on John Boy!” you said reaching for his hand. “At least give me the chocolates, I’m hungry!” you complained. He pulled them away from you. You laughed at each other, you felt like you were a teenager again.

“No seriously tell me, appropriate time for what?” you asked again, this time with a more serious face. He took a deep breath. He held onto the flowers and chocolates stronger.

“I think this is the appropriate time to ask you out.” John said and you nervously chuckled. You were so happy to hear that your feelings were mutual. You were also angry at yourself for not believing him when he said he had a date.

You two just smiled at each other like idiots without saying anything. At that moment nothing was real, you felt like you were floating in space and your only connection to earth was John.

“You’re asking me out?” you asked just to be sure. “Mhmm.” John nodded, “Y/N Y/L/N would you like to go out with me?” he properly asked. You giggled like a little girl.

“Yes, I will.” you said and hugged him. The corners of the chocolate box hurt you but it was worth it. Your hug was interrupted by Katie.

“Did you ask her out Daddy?” the ten year old asked, he nodded. “He did and now I’m hoping he’s gonna cook us dinner.” you told Katie, you really were hungry like a wolf.

John stepped inside with you. He left the flowers and chocolates on the kitchen counter. He immediately started cooking, you of course were going to help him.

“I hope you’re moving too far away, like the other side of London.” you confessed, that was a concern for you even before his interest in you was official.

“No, just a block away so the kids don’t have to change schools.” John said as he was cutting tomatoes. “A bigger place?” you asked, you were trying to get your own mind to justify the reason they’re moving for.

“Yes and you’re always welcome, nothing changes.” John said, he turned to you and smiled big. You returned his smile with a bigger one. Your eyes stuck at his lips, they looked so full and red. So kissable.

“Nothing changes.” you repeated and took a deep breath. He stopped cutting the tomatoes. He licked his lips, “Maybe some things can change.” he said and kissed you.

What a kiss it was. You weren’t in the children’s sight. It was the best kiss you ever had. With his lips touching yours and his tongue slipping into your mouth, both of you lost contact to earth. You were both floating in space, you didn’t even need air. As long as you had each other, you didn’t even have to have contact to earth.

You kissed for so long. You kissed like it was your last moment alive. You kissed with so much passion and you thought the heartache waiting for him gave you was totally worth it. When you finally parted, the only reason was that you were out of breath and you had a meal to cook.

Your Valentine’s Day was the exact opposite of what you expected. Even though you wouldn’t call what you and John had a relationship yet, you still weren’t alone on Valentine’s Day.

You had John with you who finally told you he wanted to date you. You had Katie, Jocelyn, William and David. You had your little new family. Now you were sure that you had joined their family for real. You hoped you all would be happy for the rest of your lives.

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Author Spotlight: LadyDivine Day 1

Author: @lady-divine-writes 

How did you get into Glee and Glee fandom?

Honestly, I loved Glee originally because of the Lauren Zizes storyline. I saw a lot of myself in her. I also thought Brittany and Artie were a cute couple. The Valentine's Day episode from that season was my go-to. I watched it till I had it memorized. Ironically though, I have never written anything for Lauren, or Brittany and Artie XD

In general, what drew you into writing (and/or creating)?

Writing in general? I've always been a writer, from a very early age. I think it's natural for kids to create - art, dance, music, writing. I tried them all, and did some longer than others. Writing and music became my outlets of choice. Still are to this day.

What was it about Glee that made you decide to write fanfic for it?

I liked the show, but I liked the fandom more. I liked how fandom got so riled up about a new episode. There were watch parties and discussions and Round Robins and themed Fridays, and I adored all of it. I was going through a really rough time in my life and I wanted so much to be a part of that.

Have you been a part of other fandoms before? Have you written fanfiction pre-glee?

I have written fanfiction pre-Glee, which is embarrassing to admit because it was also pre-Internet. I wrote for Star Trek:TNG and for the movies Young Guns and The Lost Boys. I have big file folders of handwritten novels because this was, like, middle school to early high school? Yikes. But my first fandom where I interacted with other fans on a regular basis? That was Glee.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Not really. If I want to write something, I write it. Simple as that.

Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

I can't do incest. Just can't. You can't make me. To each his own, I know, but no. I also won't do adult-child relationships below the age of 16, and the only reason I write those on occasion is catharsis. I deal with a lot of my own issues through my writing. To date, I think I only have one of those.

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Way too many. Way. Too. Many. XD But the one I am really excited about, the one I wish I could just sit down and write in one fell swoop, is called House of 99 Pains. Kurt is a professional Dominant, and Blaine is his vanilla, non-sub boyfriend, who decides he wants to give Kurt's lifestyle a try. Selfishly, Kurt doesn't want Blaine to, not because it's Kurt's domain, but because Blaine is his sanctuary - the one thing in his life that has nothing to do with work. But Blaine feels there's a reason he's dating Kurt, why he's so drawn to him, and he thinks this might be why. There's a sub in him itching to kneel for Kurt. It's Halloween, and the dungeon where Kurt works is having a fun-house sort of thing called the House of 99 Pains. Kurt tells Blaine that if he can make it through to the end, he'll consider making him his sub.

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