#got more exams coming up after Christmas break so..

[yandereforme]

It’s time for my new series! I was a bit unsure on format for a while, but I finally decided on one. 

Yan!Batboys

Yan!Damian x Academic Rival Reader

(Yes these all are going to have some tropes leave me alone)

Damian first meets you when he starts school in Gossum. Quickly he develops a simultaneous dislike and appreciation of you. He appreciates your intellect on principle (at least you weren’t as much of a buffoon as everyone else here) but he disliked how often you both went toe to toe… And how sometimes he didn’t win.

You had always been one of the smartest people in the school. You were pretty well known for it. You were also well known for not talking to many people, and being a loner.

You had become too smart to fast. You knew that was your inevitable social downfall. You would always been too smart and your peers couldn’t understand. It was fine, you didn’t need friends. (Secretly in the deepest, darkest parts of your mind, you would sometimes wish you weren’t so smart just to have a few friends. However, you knew expectations were for you to be smart. The expectation would be there whether you wanted it to be or not. And you couldn’t handle the disappointment and stares if you didn’t get the top grade)

Damian was the first person who ever challenged you. you felt a spark when he did that. He irritated you a lot often with his hostile attitude, and the fact you weren’t taking the top spot anymore was hard… Especially at home. Still, you could admit, at least yourself, that he added life to your day that wasn’t there when he wasn’t there. He was the first person your age who had ever challenged and won against you.

You both were just that, academic rivals, until a group project where you two are teamed up. That was all it took for you to start being close friends. When you and him worked as a team together to present, you felt better than you would ever felt. After you finished, demon turned to you, and saw you smile in a way he had never seen before. At least, never directed him. That triumphant smile brought heat to his cheeks, but he pushed it down. He convinced himself that the heat and adrenaline and warmth were all due to the fact that you and Damian just blasted everyone else out of the water.

After the project, you became friends. Your competitions turned much more friendly, and you even study together. For the first time in your life, you felt you found an equal. Found someone who was like you. So you didn’t mind (as much) when you didn’t get the top spot anymore. You would try, but you never fully minded when Damian beat you. Not anymore.

How he became Yandere for you

Your parents, and you had an odd relationship. Your mother and father didn’t really care what you did as long as you didn’t shame the family and you kept up your grades. But, now that you weren’t always getting the top spot anymore, you got their attention, and that attention was definitely not positive.

You attempted to distance yourself from Damien around two weeks before Christmas break. The reason? Your family had yelled at you about how you were shaming them by getting second, how disappointed they were at your ‘failure’ and if you didn’t get the next top spot on the exam coming up, you wouldn’t be allowed to go back to Gotham Academy. You had done homeschooling, but you didn’t like it. Homeschooling was with a series of tutors, who often treated you with distaste, and meant that your ex babysitter/tutor, George Lawrence, would come back. You hated that man. He always treated you as if you were stupid and Often made you feel as if you had done something wrong by simply eating or sneezing in his presence.

(a small part of you know that you were also distressed about the fact you would lose Damien. This is the first time in your life you’ve met someone who didn’t shrink away from your intelligence or mock it, but enjoyed and raveled in it and challenged you. You didn’t wanna lose that.)

Damien was struggling as well. Before he would start distancing yourself from him, he had considered you a worthy ally, and almost a friend. You were the only person in the school who didn’t mock him or act like an idiot around him. He enjoyed his time with you, and did not want to lose it.

(a part of him that was growing larger by the day, was wondering why he kept focusing on you, even when he wasn’t supposed to. Why did he think of you during tests? Why did he love the way you smiled when you beat him? Why did a part of him want to lose at times, just so he can see that smile?)

Your change in your actions towards him, had a large affect on him. at first he was angry. How dare you avoid him? He tried to pretend it was fine, as if he didn’t care. Then he noticed how his heart aches when you didn’t eat with him any more at lunch. How when they did tests, you wouldn’t look at him. He hated it.

After a week of this, he noticed your changes. How you looked almost desperate when you were studying. How intently you were listening to the teacher, as if it was life or death. And how sometimes you seem to catch yourself before looking at him.

He had questions, so he did what the best detectives do. He investigated. He put a listening device in your back one day and listen to it after patrol, so he could figure out what was going on( why you wouldn’t smile at him).

After he listened, he grew angrier and angrier. How dare these idiots call themselves your parents and treat you like that? How dare they force you to be like this? He would destroy them for hurting his-

Wait, his? Why were you his?

He’s stewed over all of us for the next few days. He watched as he became more and more desperate, and as the bags under your eyes grew bigger and bigger. His anger grew more and more until the day before the exam, when he found you crying in the library.(he never took back the listening device. He liked listening to you, so when he couldn’t find in the lunchroom, he immediately turned it on and went to find you.)

You were stressed and tired. You would never put so much work in studying for an exam. You couldn’t risk not doing well. You started skipping meals, study, staying up late just so you made sure that you knew everything. Your breakdown was inevitable, and you were expecting to have some sort of breakdown, even if you didn’t want to. You didn’t expect Damian to find you.

When Damian saw you crying, all of the anger in him coiled tightly into a ball in the center of his rib cage. He wanted to rage and scream. He wanted to take out everyone who made you cry. But you didn’t need him to. You needed him to stay.

He was not used to comforting people, but he had watched Grayson and read enough books that you would recommend it to him that he knew to hug you. He held you while you sobbed. When he felt you stop crying, he turns just slightly, and realize you’d fallen asleep.

As he looked at your face, he remembered how his mother had described her love for his father. “ I looked at him and I knew I wanted him. He was important, and he would be mine.” he looked at your face, red and soft and thought of your smile. He knew this was what his mother had felt for his father. You were his, and you always would be no matter what.

Later you would wake up in the nurses office, there’s Damian holding your hand. The nurse would explain that you had passed out, which wasn’t uncommon for exams. You would be excused from all the classes you’d missed. He felt a tinge of fear about your permanent record, and how your family might notice that you didn’t see those classes, but all that was forgotten when the nurse left and Damian was alone with you.

You thanked him for helping you. He simply looked at you and asked why you were upset.(he knew some of it, of course he did, but he needed to know if there was more, what he had missed). With others, you would’ve brushed it off, but then you realize that Damien had voluntarily skipped class to be with you. A boy who didn’t like much physical contact had held you as you cried, and was still holding your hand. Your only friend had stayed with you despite any other obligation. So for the second time that day, you broke and sobbed and talked.

Damian held your hand while you talked. He kept his face a mask of concern, and he was concerned. However, he was also steaming. How dare they threaten to remove you from his sight, from him? The way you talked about your tutor didn’t help either. He despises that idiot for making you feel incompetent when you were anything but.

The next day, you were surprised at how your family hadn’t made any remarks about the classes you missed. When you took the exam, you were confident. A part of you was still scared, but you had made up with Damian. That made a lot of things feel better.

(later that night, Damien would open his laptop and check the scores. He already made his way into the school system, and marks you present for all the classes you missed the day before. Your score was exact, same as his. Quietly, he he changed his score to be one below yours. He logged out of the schools system, and then went into researching your family, and Lawrence. And if the next day Lawrence was arrested for a series of crimes? Well, it wasn’t is as if it was that surprising)

(the only reason he didn’t kill him was because it cost too much attention. Besides, father would not be pleased if they were somehow linked. Now, what was he to do about your family?)

#yandere #yandere prompt #romantic yandere #yandere damian wayne #yan!batboys x reader #non binary darling #yandere dc

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Last Minute - D.Malfoy

Summary - It was only a few days until Christmas and Draco’s girlfriend is still doing some last minute things for gifts. Draco finds her tangled up in yarn and sleep deprived in the library.

Word Count - 916

Warnings - Female reader, period mention, not sleeping, not proofread

Author’s note - Welcome to day 20!! 5 more days and then we are all done with the 25 days of fics! I know this one is later than usual but I had to work and my accelerated winter class started today so I had homework to do. I hope you enjoy!

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It was close to Christmas, the clock ticking closer and closer every minute. Every minute she didn’t spend working on her gifts was a minute wasted. She had been awake for over 24 hours, crocheting her gifts by hand rather than with magic. She liked the repetition of the stitches but now she wasn’t so sure about that. She found solace in the library, it was quiet, the fire was crackling, pages were turning, and the smell of old books mixed with a warm fire. It was the perfect atmosphere to get shit done.

She had completely forgotten, however, that she promised Draco that they would go to Hogsmeade together, so when she hadn’t shown, Draco looked for her. He checked her room, checked the common room, checked the great hall but came up with nothing. That was until Theo had told him she was half asleep in the library. So Draco had thanked his friend before making his way to the library, the only place he didn’t think to check. When he had walked in, he saw her on the second floor, going up the stairs only to find her asleep at the table, tangled in yarn. 

“Love, wake up. Let’s go back to the common room,” He instructed as he gently rubbed her back. She jolted awake with a gasp before grabbing Draco’s arm, twisting it painfully. “OW! It’s me! You’re boyfriend!” He shrieked, this caused Madam Pince to make her way up to the second floor and kick out the couple.

“I’m sorry, Dray. I feel terrible, are you okay?” She panicked as they were escorted out of the library after untangling her from her yarn. 

“I’m fine, love, are you? I’ve never seen you so tired,” He asked her concerned. She yawned loudly before turning to her boyfriend to answer.

“I’ve been trying to finish all of my projects for Christmas, I didn’t realize how close it actually was until I was able to sit down and start my list.”

“When was the last time you got some sleep?”

“Well I just-”

“Library doesn’t count.”

“I have no clue then, maybe after our potions exam?”

“That was 2 days ago!” Draco was surprised he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend not sleeping, now that exams were over and break was about to start, he was able to sneak her into the boys dorm more often. He was completely drained the last two days with exams and letters coming from home so he had just been putting himself to bed earlier than usual not thinking about his girl. “When we get back to my room, you are going straight to bed. You can’t go on like this, it’s not good for you.”

“I know but I need to finish this! It’s important that I finish my gifts before Christmas!” She protested but with a stern look from Draco she sighed but agreed to go right off to bed. 

As they entered his room, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo were all gathered around Theo’s bed goofing off and joking around. The three boys turned their heads as the door opened, surprised to see the state of their friend. Her under eyes were a lot darker than normal, her gait was clumsy, her hair messier than normal and her eyes were glassy and heavy. “Salazar, what happened to you?” Mattheo asked her, feigning disgust.

“Fuck off, Riddle. I haven’t slept in nearly two days, my period is coming, I’m hormonal and tired, of course I look rough,” She told the boy off, the group surprised with her attitude but brushed it off.

“Get into some comfy clothes and go to sleep, principessa. Do you want to borrow one of my sweaters?” Theo asked her sweetly.

“No thank you though Theo. I’ll steal another one of Draco’s, but I will steal a pair of pajama pants,” She smiled at her friend before heading to her boyfriend’s trunk, pulling out a warm sweater, nearly missing the pair of flannel pajama pants that were tossed her way and heading to the bathroom. She changed out of her school uniform and into the borrowed clothing, gathering her dirty clothes and headed back to the room. Her boyfriend was already laying on the bed waiting for her.

“Do you need us to go somewhere else? We can go to the common room,” Blaise offered.

“Yes-” Draco started before his girlfriend cut him off.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep in a few minutes anyway. Chat away, it won’t bother me.”

Draco stuck his tongue out at the trio childishly before opening his arms to his girlfriend who just about collapsed into them. Not even a minute after she had settled herself against his side, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, she had fallen asleep. He let out a chuckle seeing how quickly she had fallen asleep as he pulled the covers up over the two of them.

“Is she already asleep?” Mattheo asked.

“Yep, passed right out once she was comfortable,” Draco replied, fondness laced in his tone as he watched his girlfriend sleep peacefully.

“Whipped,” Theo muttered behind a cough.

“I am. But hey, at least I have a significant other, Nott,” Draco shot back, causing a roar of laughter from all of the boys in the room including Theo himself. She hadn’t even stirred at the noise, still just peacefully sleeping in the arms of her boyfriend. She was right where she wanted to be.

#draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x fem!reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy x you

[v3nusxsky]

Hii hope your doing well :)

if your up to writing requests can I request a fic where R is in a maths exam and its really stressing her out so she slips to a really little headspace and the teacher won’t let R leave maybe beacuse they think she’s faking it or something to get out of the test. so Larissa and/or Marilyn comes in and saves R and gives lots of cuddles and comfort and tells the teacher off. Then they go back to Larissas office and R gets take care of and looked after and its all sweet and fluffy.

Sorry for the long request and have a good day :)

<3

- ⭐️

Stressful situations

*Authors note~ we are gonna be Marilyn’s Teaching aid for a botany exam so not a student but a member of staff so we can be in a relationship with weems. I’m in an educational setting for placement which is why I changed it slightly I hope you don’t mind.*

Trigger warnings~ Agere little fem r cg Larissa cg ish Marilyn crappy invigilator stress cg Marilyn r and Marilyn are besties Marilyn isn’t laurel

Prompt~ see ask^^

The most stressful time of year for anyone in an educational setting as adults is a tie between the Christmas holidays and exam season. For assistants like you it was always the exam season that got you stressed the most. From the teachers being stressed with all things exams and the students being in various states of overwhelmed and burnt out coming to you for support. Safe to say you hate exam season but you always try your best to be as helpful as possible which is one of the reasons Marilyn became your best friend. You are her right hand woman when it comes to anything in school or personal life and she considered you a great friend.

Working with your best friend is great, until you realise you can’t hide from your girlfriend here either. See Larissa Weems, your ever loving partner, is the principal of Nevermore. Marilyn being your trusted friend soon meant she became one of Larissa’s too. And over time Marilyn learnt your secret and how to spot the signs too, you didn’t mind her knowing but now when your trying to hide from Larissa so she won’t notice, it’s more of a curse and not a blessing.

This exam Wednesday and Bianca have been particularly difficult, if one asked for a pen then the other was right behind asking for the same. If one noticed that the other had managed to race ahead questions then the other was racing to catch up while trying to sneakily out each other off. A constant need to one up another has you running back and forth the exam hall. A peak at the clock reveals you are unable to leave the room for another hour. But now with how overwhelmed and exhausted you are you aren’t sure you’ll make it.

You’d have to. The head invigilator looked at you like you’d grown three heads when you’d ask to get some air. It’s not unheard of that helpers for exam season would try to leave or get off the job early but you couldn’t help feeling the need to slip. But no. The guy stood firm in his answer and simply told you to stop being a drama queen and do your damn job. Fortunately, for you, Marilyn over heard everything and immediately pressed her little button on her pager to get Larissa here.

Being called to the exam hall as a principal is never a good thing, truly the blonde is getting a little tired of threatening Miss Addams with expulsion from Nevermore. But arriving at the hall tells her one thing, it’s not a professional call as Marilyn walks towards her with a sad smile and simple gesture towards you. There you stood desperately trying to keep control over your headspace and not break down crying but the two women just knew you didn’t have much more strength to give. “Thank you Miss Thornhill, come to my office when you’re done here.”

“Hi sweet girl” Larissa whispered as she stood in front of you, “look at me darling” she commanded and you did so instantly with tear’s shining in your eyes. “Let’s get out of her dear” was all it took to snap you out of the haze. “Can’t. Won’t let me” you mumbled stepping back from the woman. “He won’t stop you my love, come with me.” But of course as you start to leave the boss once again asked you what on earth you’re doing trying to leave only to be shut up with a quick few words from Larissa before she guides you out of the room.

Leaving the exam hall immediately triggered your headspace to slip at an almost instant pace but that’s okay because Larissa would ensure your safety and you knew that with your whole heart. With a hand on the small of your back, Larissa guided you towards her office with an ease that only came with experience, a gentle hand guiding you home. “It’s okay my darling, you can let it happen now love” she murmured making sure to shut the door and usher you further into her office.

As expected you broke down into harsh sobs that violently tore through your body. The sight alone caused the Principals heart to clench in sadness as she scooped you into her arms and cocooned you with her whole presence while whispering sweet praises in your ear in a hopes that maybe her scent and the words would help aid her in calming you down. You sat in the womans lap hands tightly wrapped in her blazer as if she was going to disappear at any moment, attempting to infuse your body to hers.

That almost seemed to do the trick until the sound of a gentle knock startled you, eyes flickering up to the woman whom you entrusted your life for an answer. “It’s just Mari sweetheart. I know my little one loves her Mari don’t you? Hmm?” She murmured before calling out to the red head to enter.

“How is our little star doing?” If anyone can calm you down it’s your girlfriend but on the occasions that Larissa had to rush off to a board meeting or deal with another Addams saga of trouble you knew Marilyn would act as her stand in. A fact that had taken adjustment from all parties but worked like a well oiled machine.

Instead of Larissa answering you mumbled into the woman that you were tired causing both women to be shocked, normally you wouldn’t involve yourself in this conversation, happy to just soak up Larissa’s attention before she had to hurry off. “I’m sorry darling girl, mama has to go to a meeting little love, do you think Mari can sit with you till I’m back? We will nap after that love” Larissa whispered causing you do whimper at the word go. “No mama I don’t like that” would’ve hurt Marilyn if she wasn’t so use to this routine, eventually you’d end up sitting closely, head leaning on her shoulder as you attempted to colour your mama a masterpiece. However, neither woman found it easy to watch you sob at the situation, pleading with her not to leave you, pleading your friend to make her stay. The closing of the door was always the final nail in that coffin.

Two hours later Larissa returned to her office to be met with you resting your head in Marilyn’s lap and lazily playing with her fingers. “Little star, I spy someone’s mama” Marilyn murmured to not startle you from your sleepy haze. “Mine mama?” You whispered hopefully, seconds later you’re scrambling off her lap and crashing your body into Larissa’s steady one. “Mama! I miss you! I did picture with Mari!” You squealed happily dragging your mana to your art work. “She was a star as usual Larissa, after her tears she was so good isn’t that right my star?” Marilyn murmured causing you to nod your head excitedly, mama always likes when you’re good for your friends.

That was how you ended up snuggled into Larissa for a lunch time nap after Marilyn had to go back to a revision session for another Botany exam coming in the next few days. Despite the start of the day, you knew that no matter what you had the best girlfriend and best friend who would advocate for your needs if you can no longer do so.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa cg #larissa #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x y/n #larissa x reader x marilyn #Marilyn cg #marilyn thornhill #Agere #weems #principal weems

[wndaswife]

stepmom! wanda or stepsis! wanda x reader please! i beg 😵‍💫 on my knees for it

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

tags: smut, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh-riding, tribbing, dubcon, daddy kink, sub!stepsister!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 2322

a/n: i miss stepsister wanda n i've never written her as a sub before so!!

It was your first Christmas away from home. You were working abroad for a partnership that was scheduled to finish two weeks ago, but because dozens of other coworkers took sudden early breaks off from work, you and a handful of others were left to pick up the pieces. You were promised an increased pay that had already been transferred into your bank account with more to come during the next few weeks you’d be abroad.

But no amount of money soothed the way you felt about being away for Christmas. Your dad and stepmom shipped a few of the gifts they bought for you while also keeping most of them for when you’d be back home.

Hopefully, your internet connection would be strong enough to have a lengthy video call with them from where you were on the day of Christmas.

You were sitting in the living room of your rented place sorting through papers with a pencil in hand. A benefit about your current position was that most things were paid for including your rent, one-hundred dollars biweekly for your groceries, and twenty cents per litre of gas for your car. At least you didn’t have to worry about finances while you were away, which made it a happy time shopping for Christmas gifts for you friends and family until you got a call from your boss that you had to stay until the twenty-eighth of December.

There was a small tree at the corner of your living room with the gifts you were planning on bringing back home sitting around it. It was therapeutic to decorate the tree on your own, and even more comforting when you ate dinner on your couch watching a movie with every light in your place turned off save the Christmas tree emitting light through the living room.

A knock came at your front door and you placed your pencil down before padding through your cold front foyer. You had to remember to shop for a portable heater.

When you opened your front door, your stepsister was standing on your porch, arms overflowing with wrapped gifts. Your face must’ve lit up the moment you saw her, because Wanda smiled back. She attempted to wave but a gift nearly toppled down to the snowy porch.

“Oh, right, right, come in, Wands,” you told her and took a few gifts from her arms. You put them with the other gifts at the bottom of your Christmas tree and went back to get the rest from your stepsister to allow her to take her boots and jacket off.

When you straightened after placing the last gift down by the tree, Wanda was just stepping into your living room, looking around in awe at her stepsister’s new place and its holiday decor.

You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her tightly. Her attention left your living room and she hugged you back with a laugh. “I didn’t know you were coming!” you exclaim and pull away to look at her.

Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were flushed a light pink from the biting winter cold outside. It made your heart skip a few beats. It’d been so long since you'd last seen her. You pulled away and Wanda wiped her hands on her jeans.

“Y-Yeah, I decided to surprise you,” Wanda said, looking up to you with an excited smile. “Mom and dad thought it would be a good idea because I’ve finished my final exams. And I was really excited to see you. I brought your gifts with me too so they wouldn’t have to ship it.”

“I’m really happy to see you too, Wands,” you told her. “Thank you for being here.”

Wanda shifted uncomfortably for a moment, a tell of hers that indicated some anxiety. “And… I was wondering if I could stay with you.” She looked up from the floor to you. “I just thought it would be nice to give you some company and so we’d get to spend a good portion of the holidays together. I know it’s so last minute, so I would understand if you don’t have any time or space for me.”

“I always have time for you, Wanda,” you said. Her expression lightened, a bright smile tugging at her pink lips. “You can stay here, of course. Anything you need we can go shopping for. Do you want to go out now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I need a break from work and I wanna show you around. There’s a really nice Mediterranean place around here.” You placed a hand on Wanda’s lower back and walked with her to the front door, some of your palm meeting with her warm skin that peeked out from the bottom hem of her black long sleeve.

“Oh, yeah. The one you texted me about,” Wanda recalled. She leans down to put her boots on and then slips her black trench coat back on.

The two of you drive down a few streets to go grocery shopping for some of the things Wanda forgot to bring, cereal she wanted and dinners for the upcoming week she’d be with you. You couldn’t help the way you stared at her as the day went on. You watched her green eyes as they darted around the roads her car drove down, the parting of her soft lips as she spoke to you about everything you’d missed since you started working abroad.

Having dinner with her that night was particularly special. Whenever you had time back home, you’d go out with your stepsister, whether that be out to the mall or for meals together. You talked for hours, even ordering a few extra desserts so as to not bother the waiters with the way the two of you just sat and talked. You left a generous tip as a thank you for their patience and headed back home with your stepsister.

You unpacked the groceries after showing Wanda to the guest room and leaving her to unpack her own things.

She came back down in pyjamas, fleece pants with red and white patterns on them and a loose short-sleeved white shirt with a large red deer on it. The domesticity of having your stepsister stay with you as she walked around your living room looking at your tree’s ornaments brought you more joy than you could ever even begin to explain.

You made hot chocolate for the both of you, Wanda’s with lots of whipped cream and cinnamon. She was sitting at your couch looking over your work notebooks when you set down the mugs on the coffee table to cool down first before drinking.

“Yum! Thank you,” she said excitedly and leaned down to lick a bit of whipped cream off the side.

You moved your mess of work off the couch to the armchair on the other side of the living room. Wanda’s eyes followed you as you walked back to the couch and sat beside her. She crawled over to you and plopped down beside you.

“Are we gonna watch a movie?” she asked, smiling up at you as her cheek was pressed against your upper arm.

“Yeah, do you want to?”

“Yes, please,” she answered. Wanda clapped and you laughed when you picked the remote up from the coffee table and turned on the television.

Like you had hundreds of times before, the two of you sipped at your hot chocolate, Wanda cuddled up to your side while a movie played. You recalled memories of past Christmases together as your stepsister giggled against your chest and you hugged her tight.

When your hot chocolates were long finished and the movie came to a finish, you looked down to see Wanda dozing off against your side. You had raised your arm to find the remote and turn the television off, but you found yourself reaching down to cup her cheek instead. Wanda stirred, eyebrows stitching together momentarily before her face relaxed again.

“Wanda…” you whispered. She hummed weakly in response. You whispered again, “Wanda, come upstairs with me, I’ll take you to your room.”

She mumbled out a slurred, “Okay.” Wanda held herself up until she reached your shoulder and laid her head against it, dozing off again. You could feel her warm breath against your neck. You could see the soft fluttering of her eyes as the dim light from the television glowed against her. You could see the soft, almost undetectable twitching of her soft lips.

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned down to her face and kissed her. She tasted like whipped cream. Wanda hummed, exhaling against your upper lip as her eyes fluttered open. She pulled away from you weakly, though she did not know whether it was from fatigue or a fragility of her own principles. But your hand on her cheek lifted her head and brought her lips to yours again.

“Y/N,” Wanda whispered, her hand finding your thigh and pushing herself up so her face could level with yours. Your thumb ran across her bottom lip then past her lips to her mouth where Wanda sucked on it softly. You delved into the crook of her neck and kissed your way up to her earlobe before nipping at it teasingly. “We can’t.”

“We did before,” you argued and put both of your hands on your stepsister’s hips, pulling her up onto your lap. Despite her previous protests, Wanda didn’t resist at all.

Wanda pushed herself up and looked down at your face with her hands on your chest. “That was before. This is now,” she told you.

“And what?”

“And-”

Her words were cut short when your hands rounded Wanda’s hips and you squeezed her ass, causing her to roll her hips down against your lap. Her head fell forward when a flush of pink came across her cheeks. “I want to finger your pussy,” you confessed bluntly.

Wanda’s breath hitched. “Don’t,” she said, her resolve weak.

“Tell me when you want me to stop. You remember the word, don’t you?”

She nodded. “I remember,” she answered. Recollections from the last time you fucked came to both of you. You had drank together, minimally, really, and the two of you ended up fucking in Wanda’s bedroom on the day she came back for her spring break. That was years ago.

Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of Wanda’s pyjama pants. You ran your fingers across her clothed cunt teasingly, fingers featherweight and devoid of any pressure. Wanda bucked her hips down but you were quick to pull away and click your tongue warningly.

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded.

“Beg.”

“Please, daddy, I want your fingers in my pussy.” You could hear a hint of grit in her voice as she forced the confession out of her. You weren’t entirely pleased, but you’d train her during her time staying with you. Besides, she certainly deserved to be treated after her use of the honorific she knew you liked.

Your fingers slipped past her panties and found her slit already slick with her desire for you.

Carefully, the pads of your fingers ran through her folds, teasingly and torturously. But Wanda knew not to complain any further. She was intrinsically obedient in that way.

When your fingers pushed past the opening of her hole, Wanda’s back arched and she immediately began riding your fingers. You kissed her neck, her cheeks, her nose and her lips. The feeling of her walls squeezing around your fingers was not unfamiliar to you. You could remember where her g-spot was and how she liked for you to tease it, how to move your fingers in and out of her, how she liked her clit to be stimulated.

Curiously, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around what you remembered to be a sensitive pulse on her neck. When she whimpered out, you felt pride grow within you. You knew stepsister more than anyone ever could, and she knew it too.

Her arms wrapped around your neck and she pulled herself close to you. “More, please, more. Please, I want to come,” she cried.

The speed of your fingers quickened and your thumb darted out to flick at the hood of her clit repeatedly. You curled your fingers inside of her while your other hand tucked itself under her shirt and groped her breast. Wanda leaned back and held her shirt up shakily while your lips wrapped around her other nipple. You whispered praises into her ear while Wanda could only whimper and squeeze you tight. You played her beautifully, like an instrument of which you knew every curve and trick, and when she reached the climax of her orchestra, you leaned back and watched her cry out in pleasure.

Your hands went to her waist and you pushed her off of your lap so her back laid on the couch. You pulled her pants down to her knees with her underwear and pressed kisses up smooth milky thighs.

Wanda’s fingers entangled themselves in your hair as you lowered your head down between her thighs. You pushed Wanda’s knees back into her chest with one hand, a forearm hooked behind her knees. You made her finish twice with your tongue then pulled her onto your lap again where Wanda humped her wet pussy against your bare thigh. You pulled a leg atop of hers as two of you moved your cunts against each other. You fucked your stepsister until your living room was filled with the scent of sex and Wanda had reached her limit three times over and she was a sweaty trembling mess below you.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. I don’t ever want you to leave me again,” she panted against your cheek.

“Never again.”

“Never?”

“Stay with me until I go home on the twenty-eighth.”

Wanda nodded and you kissed her lips.

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My Future in You | 0.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in this chapter and a few to come, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, crying & early on pregnancy hormones, Bradley’s a dick

Special thanks to G @topguncortez for being the best wingman and listening to all my bad ideas + giving me all of her evil ideas in return 🥹

“Ma-ma!” The baby coos out. She claps her hands and receives a round of applause from an adoring family, giggling excitedly. She’s so loved. You snuggle softly and lock your phone. The video disappears from the screen. Is this what the next nine months would be like? — the next eighteen years? — Crying at videos of strangers’ babies on the internet?

You drop your phone onto the bed and let out a heavy breath. You grab your water bottle. You’re borderline dehydrated at this point. Your only symptoms of growing a tiny Bradshaw is that you’ve been having the worst cramps known to man without getting your period, and that you just can’t stop crying.

It’s ridiculous. Jake’s still the only person who knows, but last night your roommate mentioned in passing that she broke one of your cups — you had had to leave the room so that she wouldn’t see you cry. Before this, the only thing that had made you cry was calculus.

It’s December 12th. You’re due to go back to Texas next week for Christmas break. Roughly six weeks since Halloween.

Four days since you had taken two pregnancy tests on the bathroom floor in your college apartment. Half as a joke — literally only because one of your friends had made a joke about your period being later than usual.

You’ve had four extremely sleepless nights. Thinking about the apparently tadpole sized bundle of cells sitting in your womb, holding your future in its entirely theoretical and currently undeveloped palm.

You’ve googled just about everything about the fetus. Including all about drinking during pregnancy — you spent hours crying about that birthday party two weeks after Halloween. Apparently drinking at two weeks isn’t going to fundamentally alter the fetus’ life, but it still made you guilty.

This thing is just lucky it picked your exam season to start developing, otherwise there would’ve been plenty more alcohol involved.

You roll onto your back. You’ve been debating whether or not you even care, whether you should care. You graduate in a couple of months, you’ve already got a grad job secured — which you could easily defer starting for a year.

It isn’t like you’re in high school. You could get an apartment. You could have a baby that claps it’s hands and says mama, and does that screechy little baby giggle.

You sigh softly. You look down at your stomach. The tadpole hasn’t changed your physique at all yet. It’s there. You wonder what you would look like in nine months. Your graduation is in a little over five months. You would be six and a half months pregnant crossing the stage.

Your phone buzzes. Outside - J.

You push yourself up from your bed and put slip into some comfy shoes. Sunglasses are the only way to hide how puffy your eyes are right now. You head downstairs and shiver slightly as cold air hits you. You should’ve brought a coat.

If you have a kid, you have to remember to bring their coat places too. You swallow, willing yourself to keep it together as you cross the street and slide into the passenger seat of Jake’s car.

“Morning. How’s the tadpole doin’?” Jake greets, watching as you buckle your seatbelt. You’ve been texting him all week. Since no one else knows, Jake has had to put up with hearing every single detail. Not that he minds. If anything, it’s helping him warm up to the idea.

“It’s… we’re tired, I think. Didn’t sleep much.” You explain. The night before your appointment. You just keep thinking about your future. It doesn’t help that the night before you had a dream about holding a baby and it smiling up at you, curling it’s fist around your finger.

Jake nods, pulling away from the curb, “Still haven’t decided?” He asks.

You shake your head. You always thought this decision would be an easy one. Sure, you want kids. But you had always pictured that being much further down the line. You hadn’t ever pictured your kid being fathered by your brother’s best friend either.

“If you keep it, you have to tell Dad,” Jake points out, his eyes still pointed calmly towards the road. That’s not fair. Your Dad isn’t the calmest at the best of times. “He’ll know you had sex.”

“I think he knows his kids are sexually active, Jake. We’re not little kids anymore.” You rest your temple against your fist. It’s a pretty gloomy day. Makes sense.

“He wouldn’t let Lauren’s husband sleep in the same room as her for thanksgiving.” Jake points out. You’re screwed. Lauren’s your oldest sister, and your dad has always been most strict with her and you. Jake and Beth always get away with the most. You wish you were a middle child too.

“Do you think I’d be an idiot to keep it?” You fiddle with your hands. You can’t bare to look at Jake’s face, fearing that he might say yes. Jake glances across at his baby sister. Always so strong and capable. He purses his lips.

“I don’t think you’d be an idiot,” He decides eventually, you lift your head to look at him finally. He shrugs his shoulders, “But I do think it’s going to be harder than you realise.”

You nod. That makes sense.

“But, you’ve got me.” Jake promises. He shoots you a soft smile. “Whatever you decide, kid.”

You let out a breath.

That helps. You wonder if your parents will disown you over this. It’s a possibility. Your dad’s running for local council in Austin — it doesn’t look great to have a daughter in college having a kid with someone she barely knows.

Jake waits in the car for your appointment. You wish he could come in with you. Well, actually, you wish someone would just give you the right answer. Tell you what to do.

You don’t know what you’re so nervous about. This is just a consultation. Just to confirm your pregnancy and talk about your options.

Yet, here you are, stuttering your way through your medical history.

“Have you ever been pregnant before?” The nurse asks. You shake your head quickly.

“N-No.”

She’s nice, and friendly. She makes it as easy as it can be. But it’s still not easy. The consultation takes just over an hour. Jake sits and plays on his phone until the battery is almost dead.

He flinches as the car door opens, dropping his phone, losing his chance at beating his high score. He tilts his head, craning forwards to see your face as you slip into the passenger seat.

“So?” Jake prods. He sits up a little straighter and half turns to face you. “How did it go?”

“I’m definitely pregnant.” You breathe out. You rub your temples. Jake nods, he has already come to terms with this much. You bite your cheek, tapping your foot nervously.

He waits.

“I think I want to keep it.” You admit.

Jake claps his hands together. You look up and he’s smiling. Mostly so that he doesn’t freak out and scare you into changing your mind.

“Holy shit.” He breathes out. You truly can’t tell if he’s wincing or grinning but he sounds excited. “I’m going to be an uncle!”

He leans across the console and hugs you tight. You sigh softly, squeezing him. You don’t know what you would do without him.

“Holy shit,” This time he says it more quietly as he pulls back to look at you. “You’re going to be a mom.”

You will yourself not to start crying again.

“You’re going to have to let the dad know. Common courtesy to send a text if you’re bringing someone’s child into the world, I think.” Jake decides as he turns his attention to the road and pulls out of his parking space.

You sit back in the seat and realise you don’t even have Bradley’s number. You’re going to have his baby and you don’t have his phone number. Instagram.

You tilt your phone away from Jake and search. You have plenty of mutuals, including your older brother. You find him easily.

He’s not on private. It’s mostly pictures of game days, parties, pictures with his friends. Frat boy stuff. He has a story. You feel weird for a second about watching it — since you don’t follow him. You figure you’re probably past worrying about creeping him out by now.

You click on it. 3m ago. You recognise the view in the picture.

“Could you drop me off at the library?” You blurt out. Jake glances across at you and frowns.

“Our library? Like UVA’s library?” Jake asks.

“Yeah.” You don’t have an excuse yet. You squint. Jake watches you try to think of something, while he tries to maintain and eye on the road.

“Does he go to my school? — Do I know him?” Shit, he’s so on to you. You debate telling him now. He’ll have to find out one day.

“No, you don’t know him.” You lie. You hope he can’t tell. You remember the guy who wouldn’t leave you alone at the Halloween party, before Bradley. You know Jake saw you talking to him earlier in the night. “It was at your Halloween party. The tall guy. From the other frat.”

Jake’s jaw hangs open, “That guy?”

He makes a displeased face. You wince. This is going to be so much worse if he finds out the truth.

“My niece or nephew is going to be 50% that guy?” Jake complains. Your brows furrow. That’s what he’s worried about right now?

“Just — library. Please.” You sigh.

Jake doesn’t argue with you. He does, however, keep looking across at you and wondering what he did wrong in teaching you about guys for you to choose to reproduce with that guy.

“Should I come in with you?” Jake asks. You scoff, already half way out of the passenger side by the time he has put the handbrake on.

“No! I’ll walk back to your place. I’ll see you later!” You can’t risk him seeing you with Bradley. Especially not if this goes as badly as you’re expecting it to, you don’t want Jake trying to kill him in the history section.

You jog up the first three flights of stairs, then realise that you should make the most of being able to jog while you still can. In a couple of months, you’ll be waddling.

You’re having a crisis about that when you catch a glimpse of him. You crane your neck. He’s sitting at one of the desks, but his chair is pushed back really far. You lean forwards for a better look, craning your neck further.

Then you realise why his chair is pushed so far back. There’s a girl standing between his knees. He’s smiling at her, they’re talking about something you can’t hear.

No wonder he’s in the library all the time if this is what he calls studying. You debate just walking back down the stairs and leaving. Then, the girl smiles and turns away, nodding.

You wait for her to leave before you step out from behind the column and start towards him. Bradley’s already looking back down at his notes. He doesn’t notice you until you’re standing beside his desk.

He looks up and frowns immediately.

“Hi.” You say softly.

“Hey.” Bradley answers, confused and clearly not thrilled to see you. “How’s it going?”

“Can I talk to you about that, actually?” You push your hands into your pockets. Bradley glances around, half expecting Jake to rush him at any second.

“Well, um, I’m kinda busy, so…”

You bite your cheek and nod your head. So busy flirting with that pretty girl. “This’ll just take a sec. I promise.”

Bradley taps his pencil impatiently on his notebook and motions for you to sit down. “Alright. Shoot.”

You sit on the edge of the desk in front of him. You need to be close enough so that he can hear you without you having to raise your voice.

“You remember Halloween?”

“Vaguely.” He answers dully. You squint. His tone would suggest that he’s already mad at you — what does he have to be mad about?

“Okay, well,” You shake your head, trying to find the words to say. “Do you remember the conversation we had, right before, about the…”

You glance around and lower your voice to a whisper, “Condom?”

Bradley scrunches his brows closer together.

“Shit, careful.” You scolded, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and grabbing the foil package out of his hands. Bradley frowned, not understanding the issue.

The issue, being that he was trying to open the condom like a caveman and the latex just made a snapping sound. You inspect it. Bradley leans forwards and drops his mouth down to your neck, peppering kisses along your jaw, your throat, down onto your collarbones.

“It’s fine.” He says softly, reaching between the two of you and taking it from your hands. You close your eyes and hum softly as his mouth works at your neck. You nod your head.

Bradley squints.

“Well, I’m — fuck, this is scary.” You breathe out. “I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”

He stares at you. For too long.

He raises his eyebrows and looks around him. You’re confused.

“This is a joke, right?” He checks, still looking around him. “What, did Jake make you do it to fuck with me?”

Jake knows how weird Bradley is with family stuff. Bradley’s the only person who stays at the house during Christmases. He doesn’t ever talk about back home. Jake’s never heard him talk about anything to do with his future other than flight school.

“No, I’m serious,” You answer him sheepishly, fiddling with your hands. “I just got back from the doctor.”

You reach into your bag and pull out your paperwork copy, setting it down on the desk in front of him. He sits forward and looks down at the page. There’s today’s date. There’s your name. There it is. Pregnant. Approx six weeks.

He sits back again and goes back to staring at you. He scoffs. Shakes his head. Then laughs. You frown slightly. He laughs in your face.

“Look,” He leans forwards slightly and looks around, “I have no idea what you’re trying to pull right now — but whatever it is, I’m not interested. I’m not having a kid.”

You swallow, willing yourself not to cry. This bundle of nerves needs to stop playing with your emotions. You refuse to let him see you cry.

Bradley stares at you. His expression is cold.

“Figure your shit out,” He says softly, his tone deadly serious, “And leave me out of it.”

“B-But-“

“I’m done talking.” Bradley interrupts. He looks back down at his work. You push yourself up, grab your bag and take the paperwork back. You wonder if he’s as emotional as this kid seems to be because you’re just about to choke up.

He glances up at you. It’s clear in his expression that he finds you pathetic right now.

You swallow the lump in your throat and stand upright.

“I’m keeping it.” You say softly. You turn away before you start bawling in front of him. Bradley watches you head for the elevator, his gaze burning into your back.

He squeezes the pencil in his hand, biting the inside of his cheek. He sits there, seething, until the pencil gives under the pressure, wood splintering out onto the desk.

You walk all the way back to Jake’s place holding in tears. Your eyes burn from blinking them back. Your throat’s sore from trying not to sob.

Jake’s on the couch as you get inside. He turns and looks at you. Just one look at the look on your face and he knows that he’s got an ass to beat. You start crying, knowing that he can tell you just got your feelings hurt.

Jake’s getting used to the tears now, they don’t phase him as much as they did when he first found out. You’re glad, because you hate being fussed.

“Stay here,” Jake stands up and hops over the back of the couch. “I’ll handle this. Is he still there?”

You sniffle and grab his shirt, shaking your head, “Don’t. It’ll make it worse.” Plus, you can’t exactly let Jake go and beat up the wrong guy. You have half a mind to just tell Jake the truth, let Bradley suffer the consequences.

But you would have to suffer them too.

“He was such a dick.” You whimper softly. Jake sighs and hugs you gently. “He wants nothing to do with me, and- and-“

You whimper, trying not to break down completely.

“Let me kick his ass.” He responds. You smile, sniffling against his shoulder. You shake your head at him and wipe your eyes.

“Could you just drive me home please?” You say softly.

“You sure? You could stay here? — I’ll stay in Bradley’s room with him.” Jake notices the way your face hardens when he mentions Bradley, but let’s it go. It’s been a long day and he doesn’t have time to worry about the fact you find one of his friends hot.

“I need to be alone for a bit.” You breathe. Jake nods. He’s pretty sure he would be freaking out even more than you are right now. So, like a good big brother, he drives you home and makes sure you’re settled in and safe — he tells you that he’s always going to be here for you and tadpole, no matter what.

Then, on the drive home, he calls Bradley to tell him to grab some shoes because they have an ass to beat. It goes straight to voicemail. Jake figures he’s at the gym, he’ll catch him at home.

Then, when Jake makes it home, Bradley’s still not there. He considers rallying the other guys, but they always cause too much of a scene. Jake just needs someone to watch his back whilst he goes and explains to this kid that he needs to grow a pair and step up.

Jake tries Bradley’s number again. Voicemail. He shakes his head and walks up to his room. He waits, tossing a ball at the ceiling and catching it. His door is open so that he can see when Bradley arrives.

Jake heard him before he sees him. The front door slams. Heavy footsteps in the hall, on the stairs. Jake sits up, brows furrowed as he watches Bradley. Face stern, stomping towards his room.

“Hey, where’ve you been? — I tried calling you like—“

“Library.” Bradley answers, he shoves open the door to his room without looking at Jake. He can’t stand seeing that smug fucking smile.

“Oh, okay.” Jake answers, still confused about who pissed in his cornflakes. Bradley’s door slams behind him. Jake rolls his eyes. He lays back down and grabs his ball. He toys with it between his fingertips.

It hits him like a tonne of bricks. He shoots upright and looks across the hall at Bradley’s door.

…

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Crunch Time Exam Prep

My girl @seliniteheart requested: “How to prepare for exams 3-4 weeks ahead while not going insane because they're the hardest exams in the entire major” and this seems time-sensitive, so I gotchu girly! I hope I got this to you in time!!

Scheduling

Break your time up effectively so that you can get as much information crammed into your brain as possible

Break it down also so thay you repeat the information on a good interval. Maybe, if there’s three weeks to go, repeat question x every monday and info y every tuesday, and do a practise paper every friday?

If applicable, figure out what’s most likely to be on the exam and focus on that

Focus also on your weak points. Don’t waste energy on the things you know and are good at, give them a go over but focus on the stuff you don’t like

Schedule productive breaks- if you’ve been elbows down on your desk for a bit and want to keep the study energy up but need a break, take a break for some kinaesthetic learning, for example.

Take 0% breaks- in other words, take some breaks to do absolutely nothing, where even thinking about the exam is BANNED. Life-Hack- inform other people of this strategy so that you don’t get your mum coming into your room like “how’s the studying going?” when you’re mid-meditation, or to be watching your comfort YouTuber when your bestie is like “girl, I’m so stressed for this exam on Monday!” This time is for 0 brain power, no stress.

Sorry to the girlies who also have to consider jobs and other priorities, but see if you can work with your employers, the aunt you babysit for etc to reduce your time, or if you can blend your studies. Eg maybe you’re studying for a maths exam, which means helping your little cousin with maths homework keeps you in the right mindset to study for an hour when you get home. Or maybe your retail job is cool and lets you study in the breakroom, or even take your textbook to the till when its quiet.

If your bosses aren’t cool, unfortunately, you just have to make the most of spare time, but as long as you’re maximising your study time to work for you, you can do this!

Breaks

As mentioned above, schedule in breaks that keep the vibes up, and breaks that turn your brain OFF completely. Set yourself school hours eg 9-3 or even 9-5. Doesn’t matter, just pick a time in the evening when that’s it OVER and no more studying.

Make sure to go for water regularly, and eat at regular times- and DO NOT take your notes with you!

Taking Care of Yourself

Make your study experience as painless as possible by giving yourself a good environment. If you like the library, sequester yourself into a cozy corner; if you like a café, same deal. If you’re at home, make sure to keep your space tidy and organised.

I’m gonna mention going to get water again. Go get some right now, actually. Where I live, the hottest days of the year are exam season and back-to-school season. Christmas exams are a whole separate nightmare but you’ll still sweat through your fifteen million layers! Go hydrate!

If you’re hunched over your desk, you need to stretch. Find YouTube video you like, especcially if you’re not that familir with stretching. And go for a walk at least once a day, weather permitting.

If you’re a kinaesthetic learner especially, do a proper cooldown after exercising! That’s true anyway, but especially if you’re adding your brain as a muscle to train.

Actually, maybe we should all be doing warm-ups and cool downs… go over your favourite aspects of your subject in a quick five minutes at the start and end of your sessions!

The Actual Studying

Aka, the hard bit. Its so much mor fun to just organise your space, gather all your pens, and set up your instagramable study session, avoiding the actual “study” bit- God knows that’s me. How you actually study is so different person to person and subject to subject, so I’m going to give tips that are hopefully applicable to a lot of people, but may not all work for everyone!

Cater to your own preferences: I sometimes listen to classical music when I study, I sometimes listen to numetal, so what makes sense to you.

If you need to, block out all distractions: do not disturb on your phone, even turn off your wifi if you can.

If you’re like me and need distractions eg adhd: try pacing to shed any excess energy, listen to loud music (lol like my numetal ha), if possible, listen to your notes aloud while doing something else (I used to play solitaire in class). I find that if you have something else that you can focus on such as a pretty menial/repetitive game like solitaire, or a song with lyrics, your brain gives more energy to that so that instead of a hundred million thoughts distracting you, its only one extra thing.

Read your notes aloud to yourself and walk around your room- hit all three learning styles at once

Write and re-write things, condense it down, do past papers, and just keep repeating the same information until you’re sleep-talk in just the quadratic formula and/or you’re even dreaming in French.

Ok, that’s it for now. I hope that helped selineiteheart, and I hope it was useful to anyone else who needs this! There are a tonne of resources out there, and I’m sure you’ll find what works for you- lmk what you want to see next! Also, I hope you do well in your exams! Good luck, I’m sure you’ve got this!!

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Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

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Cloudy days had been passing by at Hogwarts. Classes were following each other; lunches were eaten one after the other; nights were slept through soft rain. There was a week left for Christmas break and it could be sensed that students were eager to unwire from schoolwork and get to relax for a few days.

Within the Slytherin main friend group, things were a little tense. Draco and Y/N barely talked to one another after the Chamber of Secrets’ incident. Blaise had subtly tried to cool the air between the both of them a few times, but it would make the situation far more tense – he eventually gave up on it. Y/N felt far too embarrassed to make any move. There was no explanation that could be made because she didn’t understand her feelings herself. She didn’t know she had that desire for Draco so strongly in her.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on the situation either because exams took place that week. Y/N had spent most of her time studying at the library or at the Great Lake when snow wasn’t hitting so hard. She wouldn’t really study with Pansy because the latter was not very academic – in fact, most exams she would attend unprepared. Y/N knew that it didn’t matter that much the grades she had but for some inexplicable reason she fondly enjoyed the act of studying. Besides, it would also distract her from the incident with Draco.

“Hey Y/N.” A girly voice interrupted the silence of her study session. She was sitting by herself under the shade of a tree, next to the Great Lake. She turned around and recognized Mary Rookwood, from the Slytherin-Gryffindor quidditch match.

“Hey Mary, what’s up?”

“Not much. Are you studying Potions?” Y/N hid the book of the Half-Blood Prince in case she knew about it.

“Yeah, got the test tomorrow.”

“Well, from what I’ve heard you don’t really need to study. You’re like the best at Potions, Slughorn won’t shut up about it.”

“Trust me, it’s not enough,” she replied.

“I think you need a break. I’ve seen you come here almost every day for the past week. Why don’t you join me and my friends? I can’t tell you what we’re doing, you’ll have to see it for yourself,” she playfully said.

“That sounds intriguing, hum…” she meditated the answer for a few seconds. It wouldn’t be counterproductive to join some Hufflepuff’s gang, taking into consideration that she had to get the cup of Hufflepuff. “Yeah, sure, why not?”

“Brilliant,” she replied. “Come on, hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

They both walked through the Forbidden Forest. They made some small talk about the school and their interests. Y/N came to really enjoy Mary’s company – she was a social girl who seemed to have little preoccupations; a half-blood that grew up in Manchester, her mother being a researcher on cures for fantastic animals’ diseases and her father being a baker, whatever that was.

“And we’re almost there,” Mary said.

“You still won’t tell me what we’re doing here?”

“You’ll see it in…now!”

Y/N looked ahead and saw a crowd of Hufflepuff students and one Gryffindor. They seemed to be cheering someone in the air, but Y/N couldn’t see anyone.

“Who are they cheering, Mary?”

“Look!”

Y/N looked up again and saw two giant animals flying, with one student on each of them. They were white winged horses that were fiercely soaring through the sky. One of them drastically landed on the ground, a few seconds later the second one followed it.

“And Finnimore wins the race! Woo-hoo!” A Hufflepuff boy shouted, while a Gryffindor got down from the winged horse.

“Fair race, Pince,” said the Gryffindor guy to the Slytherin.

Pince didn’t shake his hand, rolling his eyes at Finnimore.

“Hi guys,” Mary greeted everyone. “I brought someone today, this is Y/N Diggory. Y/N, this is everyone.”

“Hi,” she said.

Some of them said “hi” back to her.

“You’re Cedric’s cousin, am I right?” the Gryffindor guy asked her. A silence lingered in the air.

“Yeah, I am, you knew him?”

“A relative to Cedric is a friend of ours. Will, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Will.”

“Alright who’s next?” said a Hufflepuff guy. “Finnimore, you won. You can choose your opponent.”

“Very well.” He looked around at everyone, lastly his eyes meeting with hers. “Diggory, you up for it?”

“To ride a winged horse?”

“Yeah, that’s the basic idea,” Will added.

“I’ve never ridden one before, I thought they were forbidden at Hogwarts.”

“Well, they technically are,” added Mary. “We keep them as a secret here. This is not something you want to tell around the school.”

“I see,” Y/N replied.

“The horses do technically ride themselves, and if you do fall, you’ll fall into the Great Lake which is not that terrible, speaking from a guy that has fallen,” said Will to convince her.

“Alright, why not?” she finally gave up and approached the two horses.

“One last thing, Diggory,” Will added. His eyes were deeply staring into hers while a smirk was seen on his face. He had a sort of curly dark hair and deep brown eyes. He was objectively good looking. “We have to bet on something.” He looked back at the Hufflepuff guy that spoke earlier. “What do we have left, Logan?”

“Amortentia.”

“Who wins, gets a jar of Amortentia, deal?” She knew what Amortentia was: a powerful potion that could make someone fall in love with someone else. Tempting.

“Deal,” she said.

Both riders got on the horses.

“What breed are they?” Y/N asked.

“Granians. The fastest of all of them.”

“On my mark!” shouted the Hufflepuff boy.

“May the best win, Slytherin” Will said.

“You got it,” Y/N replied.

“Three, two, one, go!”

Both horses flew up to the sky so fast that Y/N couldn’t tell why she hadn’t fallen from hers yet. They were flying so vertically that she had to hold very tight the reins, her feet almost hanging loose if it wasn’t for the stirrups attached to the animal. Both horses were gaining on height, getting at a certain point above the clouds – Y/N’s sight being all blurry. Once she was six thousand five hundred feet above, the horse started to spin around, like if it was dancing ballet. Y/N thought it would’ve been a beautiful sight to see in hindsight. Suddenly, the horse stopped and went all the way down again, getting Y/N scream so loud she could’ve sworn it was therapeutic. Once they were a few feet above the lake, the horse started to speed up in a horizontal direction. Y/N couldn’t see where Will was, she didn’t know if she was beating him – she just wanted to enjoy the ride at that point. The horse got really close to the water and Y/N took a risk to leaf her hand through it – the experience was really liberating. When she got to one of the trees, the animal took a run and propelled itself straight ahead, to get to the finish line. Y/N caressed the animal’s head to cheer it to get to it. That seemed to work, and it fastened, landing next to the other students in the Forbidden Forest. Will wasn’t there just yet.

“Diggory! Diggory! Diggory!” the students were cheering.

Will landed a few seconds later.

“And Diggory wins the race!” Logan, the Hufflepuff boy, exclaimed.

“Woo-hoo!” Y/N screamed.

“Well done, Y/N! It had been a while since someone beat Will,” said Mary, hugging her to congratulate her.

“The proper Slytherin had to come to do it,” Y/N said, teasingly.

“You have it in your blood, Diggory, I reckon,” Will said, shaking his hand with hers.

“There you go, Y/N,” Logan said, handing her the jar of Amortentia. “Use it wisely.”

She took the jar, a pink liquid bubbling inside. She smiled at him.

“Who is up for a butterbear, guys?” blurted Will.

For the first time in weeks, she forgot about why she was at Hogwarts in the first place, and felt young, carefree, and happy.

ྀ࿔

“Who would you shag if you had the chance?”

Y/N was in bed. It was eleven p.m. and she was making small talk with Pansy.

“Never really thought about it, to be honest with you,” Y/N replied.

The brunette startled in bed. “Come on Y/N, that’s rubbish. It’s still valid if it’s not a Slytherin, won’t judge. There are some fine Gryffindor guys I wouldn’t mind fooling around with.”

“Pansy,” Y/N laughed. She did the same. “You start,” Y/N continued.

“No, I asked first, you start.”

“I won’t start.”

“Why won’t you start?”

“Because I don’t want to! You start!”

“Merlin’s beard, I’ll start! You’re mental, you know that?”

Y/N just laughed.

“Okay, it’s someone we both know,” the brunette started saying.

“We’re playing guessing now?”

“Yes. It’s a Slytherin.”

“Blaise?”

“No! That one is for you!”

Y/N was the one that startled then. “What?! Why?!”

“Haven’t you seen the way he looks at you?”

“No!”

“He’s totally into you, Y/N. I thought you knew!”

“I told you, I don’t really focus on those things!”

“You’re so odd.”

“Well, who’s your guy then?”

“He’s friends with Blaise, though.”

Y/N started to get the hints.

“He’s quite tall, and lately rather mysterious too. He has a dark sense of humor, quite childish if you ask me.” She started ranting. “He, for some odd reason, is always bringing around green apples with him. He loves black-”

“Alright, we got who he is, don’t need to further explain.”

“I love him, Y/N.”

Something stopped within Y/N.

“No way,” she said.

“Since first year, actually. He was always so childish I never really thought he looked at girls any differently, until this year. He’s matured so much over the summer; I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I think it’s the perfect moment.”

You knew what had gotten into him. He was not dealing with kids’ problems no more.

“I don’t know. Haven’t really noticed.” Of course she had noticed but she wasn’t up to talk about that with Pansy.

“You notice nothing, Y/N,” the brunette said.

Y/N ignored the comment.

“What is that?” Pansy asked, pointing at something Y/N had on her open bag. “Is that Amortentia?”

Y/N proceeded to close her bag. “Yeah, no big deal.”

“But it is a big deal. How did you get it? Did you steal it?”

“For Merlin’s beard, no. Slughorn gave it to me, for the good grades.”

“He gave you Amortentia? That’s so twisted.”

“Yeah, well… You know Slughorn, he lets himself carry away quite a lot.”

“Be careful with that. It’s very powerful.”

“Won’t use it.”

“Right.”

Both students got silent. Y/N noticed Pansy was ready to go to sleep, so she turned off the lights, the thought of her and Draco still lingering in her mind.

ྀ࿔

Exams had finished that very same day. Defense Against the Dark Arts was the last exam of the term – Y/N was feeling like she hadn’t really aced that one, but she was grateful that Snape was the one grading them.

She had also been invited by Slughorn to a Christmas party, only exclusive to the best potion students. She had to bring a plus one but she hadn’t asked anyone yet. She had thought of asking Blaise in the first place, but after Pansy’s revelation of the latter’s liking on Y/N, she had thought it was not appropriate to ask him. Draco was, of course, out of the picture, the two still not talking to the other. The only person that came to mind was, against all odds, a certain Gryffindor boy.

“Would you go to this Christmas party with me?” Y/N asked.

“The Slughorn one?” Will asked back.

“Yes, is there any other one in place?”

Will laughed. “Sure. Sounds fun.”

“Cool!”

“Isn’t it odd that a Slytherin is asking a Gryffindor though?” Will asked.

“It just is if you want to make it that way,” she replied.

“Alright Diggory, pick you up at six thirty?”

“Sounds good.”

ྀ࿔

Will went down to the dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was located. He was wearing a black suit, and a light blue tie. He was waiting for Y/N outside the stone wall. His thoughts traveled to quidditch, how the next day he had a match against Ravenclaw. He was one of the chasers of the Gryffindor team since his year three. He had been recruited by Oliver Wood when he was still the captain. He loved sports, that’s why he was also quite natural with winged horse race. Among the school, he had gained quite the reputation of social, popular boy. In fact, that same night he had been invited to a Hufflepuff party - party that he had politely declined to go out with Y/N to Slughorn’s. He didn’t really know what was in her that attracted him; he also didn’t know if it crossed the limit of friendship just yet. But he did know he liked her, in what way? He was still unsure of that.

Y/N appeared from the stone wall.

“Hey you.”

“Hey! Shall we?” Will asked.

“Yes.”

Will noticed Y/N’s attune. She was wearing a silk silver dress, paired up with white high heels. Her hair was partly pinned so her face was fully uncovered. She was wearing light, glittery makeup that accentuated her high cheekbones. Will thought to himself that she looked gorgeous.

They walked through the castle gaining some looks from almost every student they crossed path with. It was already rare that a Gryffindor had something to do with a Slytherin, but especially if that Gryffindor was the popular Will Finnimore and that Slytherin was Cedric’s cousin, Y/N Diggory. They arrived at the seventh floor, where the party was located.

“Drink?” asked Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor student, to the couple.

“Neville!” said Will.

“I didn’t get into the Slug Club,” said the white-dressed boy. “It’s okay, though. He’s got Belby handing out towels in the loo.”

“Oh well, you want a drink Y/N?”

“Sure.” Will grabbed two drinks for the both of them.

“Thanks, mate,” said Will.

“Sure.”

Will looked around the place, seeing if he could find someone he knew - it seemed like he actually knew everyone in the place. His hand waved at some Gryffindor girl named Sasha.

“Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?”

Will turned around and bumped into Harry Potter talking to Y/N.

ྀ࿔

“Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?”

Y/N was confused as to why Harry wanted to talk to her, after the stolen book accusation. She looked over at Will.

“Do you mind, Will?”

“No, go ahead. Hi mate!”

“Hey Will,” replied Harry.

Will went over to talk to a certain girl. Y/N focused on Harry.

“What is it, Harry?”

“I just wanted to apologize to you, for having accused you about the book.”

“Oh,” Y/N wasn’t expecting that. “That’s alright. Have you found it yet?”

“No, but it was wrong from me to accuse you, just because you seemed to do good in Potions.”

“Alright,” replied Y/N. “No hard feelings, Potter.”

Harry smiled at her. He seemed to look behind her at someone. Y/N looked back and saw Hermione hiding behind some curtains.

“I might’ve to go check on her.”

“Yeah, she seems wanting to avoid someone.”

“McLaggen,” clarified Harry.

“Oh yeah, that guy is the worst,” added Y/N.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He went over to her rescue.

Y/N stood there alone when Slughorn joined in.

“Y/N, you made it!”

“Of course, Professor. Wouldn’t miss it!”

“Good, good… Oh the photographer!” A girl with a camera flashed at them. Y/N didn’t even have the time to pose. “That might end on the shelf, Y/N… Oh, Professor Snape, what a surprise!”

Y/N was alone again until Will approached her.

“Lively party, innit?”

“To Slughorn’s taste,” she replied.

The room was covered with green curtains hanging from the ceiling. A cozy fire was warming up the place.

“How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“I came this year. I was homeschooled before.”

“Oh, you lived with your parents?”

“No, I lived with my uncle and aunt. My parents died in an accident.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” she just replied, not wanting to have to further explain her fake story.

“I was raised by my mom, my dad died when I was a kid,” he continued.

“Oh, are they wizards?”

“Slytherins always so focused on blood. No, I’m a muggle-born, does that change something?”

She had been taught that changed everything but never really understood why. “I don’t know,” she replied.

“Well, Cedric was a half-blood, and he was one of the brightest guys I’ve ever met.”

“You were close?”

“Yes. He was two years older than me, but he never made me feel younger.”

“You’re a year seven, aren’t you?”

“Hadn’t I said that before?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, I am. I remember being in year five when he passed away. He was actually in year seven. I had always looked up to him, everyone loved Cedric. In fact, during the commemoration act almost everyone in the school came to say goodbye, even Slytherins.”

“What did you do?”

“You don’t know?” Y/N shook her head. “We honored the house of Hufflepuff and threw their more possessed item into the Great Lake, the cup of Helga Hufflepuff.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

“Their relic?”

“Yes. It is now in the deep water, probably the Grindylows own it now.”

“The Grindylows you say?”

“Yeah, they are some vicious little demons that live in the lake. You don’t wanna mess with them.”

Y/N was going to ask further questions until someone interrupted the party.

“Take your hands off me, you filthy Squib!” Draco and Filch abruptly entered the room.

“Professor Slughorn, Sir,” started saying Filch. “I just discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party.”

“Okay, okay, I was gatecrashing. Happy?” his eyes looked into Y/N’s and moved towards Will. Her heart escaped a beat.

“I’ll escort him out,” Snape said, getting in the scene.

“Certainly, Professor.” They exited the room.

“Alright, everyone. Carry on, carry on,” Slughorn laughed the incident off.

Y/N’s look went back to Will’s. “Will you excuse me for a second?”

“Sure,” Will said.

Y/N found her way out of the party. She bumped into Draco outside, Snape already having left.

“Draco,” she called him.

Draco turned back, looking at her. “What?”

“What were you doing out there?”

“What do you think I was doing?”

“Are you angry at me?”

“Piss off, Y/N. None of your bloody business,” he violently replied.

“But it is my business, Draco. You know that, and don’t you dare talk to me like that!”

“I talk to you as I please!” He got closer to her, a very angry look on his face. “You leave me the fuck alone from now on, I don’t need you to be asking sneaky questions. I don’t love you.”

Y/N held back her tears, never having been talked like that before. “This is all because of the vision, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”

“I couldn’t care less about your pathetic desire.” Just like that, he left, leaving Y/N with the sourest heart she had ever had to bare. She didn’t know a certain scarred one had been eavesdropping their conversation.

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santa doesn’t know you like I do

jake sim x fem reader mini series smau

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NINE

Jake didn’t remember the moment he fell in love with yn ln, which was weird because sim jaeyun was always a boy with a good memory; He remembered seeing 7-year-old yn playing alone in the park of his new neighborhood rocking a teddy bear on a swing; while all the kids were screaming and running around, yn played with the bear as gently as you would treat a baby. Little Jake felt genuine curiosity for the girl in pigtails and ribbons that oddly matched the bow of her bear, and when he talked to her in his limited language after moving to a new country and she answered him with a voice softer than the wind of that day; little seven-year-old jake knew at that moment that he wanted to know more of her.

Yn loved the Christmas season, Jake knew that pretty early on in their friendship, she loved winter, hot drinks, and the bright colorful lights that December brought, he remembered 10-year-old yn helping him and his family put up the Christmas decorations as soon as Jake birthday passed, yn was always a curious girl so when she asked “why are there only 4 puppies?” while organizing the ornaments for the tree and Jake explained his family tradition “we have one for each member of our house” and even though she smiled and told him how much she loved that, a part of him felt a yearning feeling in her voice.

He remembered yn at 15 crying in her new bed because the moving truck lost her teddy bear, where the only comfort her parents gave were the cold words telling her to “stop making a big deal out of this, teenagers don’t have teddy bears” he remembered hugging her so hard in hopes of helping her hurt less and he remembered the face of yn at 16 when Jake gifted her a teddy bear with a pink bow in her birthday with a note that said, “we can’t replace bear but you can have someone that helps you remember him”.

he remembered yn at 17 counting days for the college entrance exam, studying and sending applications to the farthest universities possible, he remembered her excitement when her acceptance emails arrived (which was even bigger than the joy she expressed when her high school crush asked her on a date) and he remembered her even bigger smile when they decided to go to the same college.

he remembered yn at 18 packing all her life in a suitcase before going away from her hometown, how even if she wasn´t smiling, her eyes had these hopeful sheen, relieved for finally leaving, and how the whole car ride was her waiting for the fresh air of a city without surreal expectations on her.

he remembered yn at 19 asking him to be roommates during summer break because she hated sharing showers in the dorm building, he had never agreed to something faster, just like 7-year-old jake, 19-year-old jake still wanted to spend more time with yn.

he remembers yn at 20 running to his room to tell him she got her first internship at a clinic, he remembers 20-year-old yn waking up at 3 am to make him a cup of coffee and pat his back while he was working on a project, getting sweets for them after her work, he remembers getting texts asking for him to get stuff for the grocery store on his way home, he remembers yn face when he forced her to try a new recipe for a dish he saw online, he remembers loving the routine that he fell in while living with yn.

He saw her relationships come and go, he started dating too, and he liked the girls he dated at the time, and he liked seeing yn coming home happy after a date; but at the end of each relationship and each heartbreak either his or hers, jake always wondered what would it feel to be loved by yn. he tried not to think of the what ifs as often, maybe once every full moon, but he could never bring a conclusion to his own secret dilemma: he found someone who knew him inside out, who was next to him in all his ups and downs without expecting anything back and he was pretty sure he knew yn in the same way, there were times where they wondered if they shared the same mind; but that only made jaeyun more hesitant over his romantic feelings because if he confessed them and it did not work out, he would be throwing away a friendship that gave him the best moments of his life.

he loved her, he always knew it, and as they grew up, that love he felt grew and transformed with him. he didn´t know what made him realize it: it could be the sleepless nights they share now in college or the gifts she makes for his birthday, it could be her hugs and how warm she felt, it could be how well she knew him or how they've shared pretty much half of their life together. but he was never brave enough to face the consequences of that fact.

he didn´t know what he was going to tell her the moment she walked through the door: he didn´t know if he was going to keep up with the lie or not, he didn´t know if it was a small argument or if it was going to affect their current relationship; he just knew he was going to say he was sorry, he was sorry for his attitude, and he was sorry for not being able to explain why it happened. he just knew he hoped she would forgive him and he hoped she wouldn´t leave the house angry anymore; he knew if that happened he would spend another sleepless night and he just hoped in this one his heart will finally calm down.

Jake couldn’t remember the moment he fell in love with yn ln, he always just knew that her presence was one of the most important things in his life, and he would go ages without telling her how he really felt only to keep seeing her smile for the rest of time.

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make it to christmas

a/n: in the absolute middle of exams, winter, homesickness, and holiday stress, i was well overdue for some (resolved) angst me thinks. this is also based off one of my fav christmas (sad but upbeat) songs of the same name by canadian icon alessia cara. i really hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.7k+

pairing: quinn hughes x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, kinda rude parents, mentions of Christmas, sad quinn a little, i can't think of anything else?

disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction so don't come for me about real life stuff. also i didn't make the gif, @gabelandeskog did (and it looks amazing!)

Quinn gets distant with you when the team is on losing streaks. When the team was on losing streaks in the winter? It would get worse. 

After three years with him, you’d noticed that this time of year makes your boyfriend get in his head a little. His frowns were a little deeper, the light rarely reached his eyes even around you. He always said it was the lack of snow Vancouver got that messed with his winter routine. When he told you that, you made him promise that he’d tell you when he was feeling particularly sad. 

He was good at keeping that promise. During the winter months when the sun set too early and the sky was grey for days on end, he’d be quiet for a day or so before confiding in you under the comfort of the covers. If things got bad, the two of you would watch reruns of Friends until he fell asleep to your heartbeat and the claps of the theme song. You’d always savoured the winter because there were so many of those moments you’d get to spend together.

But this year, it felt different.

The whispers in the dark never came and he never gave the pleading eyes to watch a show. He’d open his phone again and again, the blue light reflecting onto his face but a smile never came. You’d try to pry a little — he never did respond well to it — but you knew this wasn’t your Quinn, winter or not. 

The breaking point came when he stopped saying ‘I love you’. He never failed to say it or even send a text with it before one of his games, and he especially never forgot on road trips. But now? You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to slip into bed beside him, and say a ‘love you’ without the ache in your chest of knowing you won’t get anything more than silence in response. 

“Do you still want to come home with me for Christmas Eve?” you asked one night, when you saw the date in your calendar. 

“If you want me to, yeah sure,” he mumbled, barely looking up from his phone. You couldn’t even fake a smile at his response, just settled into bed. He may have been beside you but he might as well be a thousand miles away. 

On Christmas Eve, the two of you had dressed silently. It wasn’t like a no words communication, it was no communication, a stark contrast to other occasions when music had been playing and Quinn had been asking your opinion on which tie matched your clothes the best. Now, you waited by the door, the car keys in your hand until he came out of your bedroom, took them, and silently moved out the door. You locked the door on your own, your boyfriend twenty steps ahead of you. You sighed. 

“Just make it to Christmas,” you whispered to yourself. 

The car ride was silent and you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I got Milo and Coolie some cute toys I thought they’d like. They’re wrapped under the tree for when you see Brock next,” you offered. He just grunted in response and you sighed a little. 

“Did Petey say what he was doing for the holiday break?” You asked, turning slightly to see his face better but the frown never left his face.

“No.”

“Oh, Holly sent us their family Christmas card, they all look so nice. Did you see them?”

“No.”

You took a pause. “Did you want to see?”

“No.” 

You pursed your lips, sighed a little, and sunk further into the seat, looking out the window so he didn’t see how his behaviour was affecting you. 

When he pulled into your parents driveway, you could see all the bright yellow lights and your family already sitting in the living room with smiles on their faces. Usually, a sight like this would make you excited to bolt out of the car and be in the warm familiar house. This time, it only filled you with dread, having to pretend your relationship was okay, and you sighed for the last time. 

“That’s the third time you’ve sighed like that,” He said, unbuckling his seatbelt. Oh so now he was attentive? Sure. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing, let’s go.”

“It’s not nothing, what’s the matter?”

“Q, can we not do this right now? My family is waiting on us and I don’t want either of us to be grumpy. Let’s just try to make it to Christmas please,” you grumbled. He just grunted and got out of the car, his door slamming behind him. You took a deep breath before exiting the car yourself. At least he’d been bothered to wait for you before walking up to your parents’ house. 

But when your dad opened the door, it was like a switch was flipped. Your boyfriend smiled, shook your dad’s hand, and passed the gift (that you were a little confused on where it came from since you hadn’t bought it — and you did the holiday shopping for the both of you) to your mom. 

He sat on the couch with his arm draped around your shoulders. He brought you a drink in your favourite mug without asking. He held your hand and caressed the back of your hand when your dad brought up a work project that frustrated you. There would be times when you were talking to your sister and his arm would rest on your thigh and you’d forget about everything that happened before and just relish in his love. But as soon as it moved, the cold seeped in and you were reminded that this was not the regular anymore – this was a one-off and only a matter of time before it wasn’t there at all.  

“Y/n, honey, could you help me in the kitchen really quick?” You mum asked.

“Yeah, sure. Be right back, Q.” You started to get up from your place on the couch but Quinn leaned over, quickly giving you a peck on the cheek. 

“Hurry back babe.” He winked, throwing you a little off-guard. This was like the Quinn you knew, but where has he been the past four months? You walked into the kitchen, ready to help your mom but she was ready with questions.

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” Fuck fuck fuck. You tried to give her your best confused face instead of the panic in your mind that she saw right through your facade. 

“Yeah, why do you say that?” 

“You just look a little down,” she said, rubbing your arm lightly. “Even with that boy so nice to you, you just don’t look super happy. And it’s Christmas! Is everything going okay with him? He’s not too busy with work, is he?”

“No, Mom, he’s fine,” you lied. “We’re fine, thank you for checking.” 

“Well, if you say so sweetheart. There’s no shame in breaking it off with this hockey boy so you can have something where you’re happier.” 

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I’m going to be right back.”

“Don’t go anywhere! I’m making hot chocolate with marshmallows before the board game,” she called after you, seemingly aware that she sent you into a tailspin. 

“I’ll just be a minute, you can get started without me.” You were already halfway down the hallway by the time you said it, your focus on nothing but getting out of the room. 

You walked out the back deck, taking in the night sky and silence. You took deep breaths. It just didn’t make sense. How could he just think that nothing is wrong in front of your family? Act so carefree so easily? You were struggling to even smile at his gestures, wondering what got into him to act like his old self and your mom noticed. She noticed and basically told you to break up with him, so nonchalantly, like she’d never taken your relationship seriously. 

“Hey. Here.” His voice interrupts your racing mind and you turn around to face him. In his hands is the hoodie he keeps in the car in case you get cold, outstretched to you. You suddenly are aware of the goosebumps all over your arms and how you could see your breath. You take it and pull it over your head as Quinn walks closer to be beside you. 

“What’s wrong?”

You scoff. “What's wrong?”

“Yeah, you never miss out on a hot chocolate, especially not with the marshmallows. What’s wrong?” He didn’t seem to have caught onto the slight edge in your voice, and you dropped the attitude. 

“If I’m honest, it’s us,” you huffed. 

“Us?” You could see the furrow in his eyebrows even if you weren’t looking at him. “We’re fine, aren’t we?”

“For the past two hours when we’ve been in front of my family, sure. But even my mom noticed I’m not really happy. In two hours, my mom saw what you couldn’t in months! Q, it’s been weeks since we’ve been really fine. Weeks. We are not fine! There’s all this distance between us, even when you’re sleeping right beside me! When was the last time we went out on a date? When’s the last time you even had time for a date? Time for me? We haven’t talked about anything other than hockey and my job for what feels like months!“

He goes to open his mouth but you cut him off. “And I know, I know, it’s winter, this is how you get. But it’s not. Quinn, I’ve been around enough to know what it’s like in the winter but this is something else. You give me one word answers, you’re shutting me out. I can’t even remember the last time you said you loved me. It’s fucking different and I’m so so close to saying fuck it and throwing the towel in!” 

“Then why didn't you? Why did you invite me here?”

“Because it’s Christmas! Because I’m an idiot! Because I’m not ready to give up on you! Because I keep thinking that this is just a bump in the road and one day, we’ll feel like us again, just like we did in there! Because if you didn’t come, my dad would give me such a look of pity at the empty chair beside me and my mom would tell my sister “I told you so” when she has evidence you’re too busy for me. And on Christmas? I…I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it. Break up with me on Boxing Day, but can we please just make it through Christmas?”

“Wait, break up? Who said anything about a break up?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting to do? Why else have you been so distant these past few months, so engrossed in your phone?” You said, crossing your arms across yourself and looking down at your feet. 

“I’ve been trying to propose.”

You stared at him blankly. “To me?”

“No, to Brock. Yes, of course to you.”

Your mouth hung open in shock. “You’re joking.”

“I wouldn’t joke about this.”

“I’m not following,” you said, genuinely confused. Where was this coming from?

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you all this, but you remember that night out on the lake in July? When we went out and watched the sunset and you told me you could do this for the rest of your life?” You nodded.

“That’s when I knew I wanted to marry you. So I started looking at rings, asking some of the married guys for advice, that sort of stuff. But when I went to my mom to ask for her help picking out a ring, she…she just seemed surprised that I didn’t know what you wanted. I went through your jewelry box and everything but I still couldn’t figure it out. So I started to think that maybe I didn’t know you as well as I needed to before we got married.” He looked down at his feet as he started shuffling them side to side. 

“And then when I asked your parents about marriage, your dad didn’t look very impressed with me. Like they said fine, but they didn’t seem over the moon that I was going to be the one asking. That’s why I acted so different in there. I…I didn’t want your parents to think they made a mistake by telling me yes. I guess that all of that just made me feel really insecure about me and this lifestyle that threatens to move us across the country in one second! I was insecure in our relationship, convincing myself that you and your family wanted no part in being part of the league, part of the drama, the chaos. Believe me, you’re the last person I ever want to hurt and I was just too much in my own head to see how it was hurting you, and baby, please, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I-“ he cut himself off. “I can’t believe I let myself get so caught that you don’t remember I love you. Because I do. I love you a lot. A whole fucking lot, I can’t even explain it. I want to marry you, please, I don’t want to break up.” He made eye contact with you then, his brown orbs void of anything but sorrow. 

You felt your own eyes welling up but you had to get it all off your chest before consoling him. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about this?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want you to tell me our parents were right. I thought if I kept it to myself, you wouldn’t notice how I might not be enough for you.” 

The tears that had welled in your own eyes started to fall and there were no words coming to mind that could do your feelings justice. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck fiercely. His arms wrapped around your waist with as much ferocity and one of your hands held the back of his head. 

“Not enough for me? You are everything,” you whispered into his ear. 

“Don’t quote The Office to me.” His voice was muffled by your shoulder but you could hear the slight smile in it. 

“Q, I don’t care what my parents said. I don’t care that you don’t know what ring I would want – I don’t even know what kind of ring I’d want! I don’t care about any of that; I care about you. I love you. And you are enough. You are all that matters to me.” 

He pulled away from you, slowly, to see your face but his body stayed as close to you as possible. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as good as you.” Your face softened. One of your hands moved to cup his cheek and he leaned into your touch. 

“It doesn’t matter. You have me. But the next time you feel like this you have to talk to me, okay? I was absolutely miserable when you wouldn’t communicate with me and I thought you didn’t…”

“Believe me, I’m never again going to let you believe, even for a second, that I don’t love you with every fiber in my body. I’ll talk with you next time,” he promised, pressing a long kiss to your temple and pulling him towards you again. “Now, you’re freezing and look desperately in need of a hot chocolate, so let’s get you inside.” 

As the two of you walked back towards your parents place, hand in hand, you turned to look at him. 

“Oh, and by the way, my answer is yes,” you said.

“Answer to what?”

“When you ask me to marry you. My answer is yes and it will always be yes.” His face softened and he slowly turned you to face him. His fingers, although cold, cupped your face and he brought you in for a slow kiss, dragging it out for as long as he could. 

“I love you,” He said breathlessly, a sliver of light reaching his eyes again. “I love you so much.” 

You gave him another quick peck, before leaning into his chest for a hug. 

“I love you too, Q.”

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[faeryarchives]

So This is Heartache

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader

azul would never thought that one of his fears would eventually come true and he is not ready to let you go yet.

note: angst during christmas eve is what santa would like don't worry it gets better in the end i think i am not that evil 🤓 spread the azul agenda !!

Everything comes to an end, Azul of all people would come to know that fact as it is how it goes with his contracts. whether be it raising their grades, helping people get their crush to notice them or pass an important alchemy exam - it will all go back to the way it was. He knew it all too well.

'Can you help me raise my grades up i really need to pass!' Of course this would be the typical wish of a high school student.

'I messed up my project and it is due tomorrow!' Accidents are sometimes too scary but one day maybe I can predict one.

'So there is this person, can you help me get together with them?' Would (Name) love me forever?

The prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, the one he once deemed to be a competitor but ended up being his beloved. His life totally became more lively as he has you around - a safe place where he can let his guard down.

"Azul? What if one day we get separated by the inevitable string of fate?"

"Huh? What kind of nonsense is that? I wouldn't let anyone take you away from me, even if it I am on my last contract." You let out a laugh, leaning on his head which is on your shoulder and held his hand tenderly. "

"Yeah, as if we are going to be separated just like that!"

Hanging out with you along with the twins and Grim is chaotic in a way but it is still fun, not a boring day with you and your creative mind around. But his mother's saying would ring in his head from time to time.

'One day, you will meet someone you will love with all of your heart. But be careful - it may only lead to a heartbreaking end.'

One day, the dorm leader was waiting for you in the Mostro Lounge as usual and you came with the biggest smile in your face as if you just discovered a miracle. A smile from you is everything to him - his treasure. What he didn't knew that the next thing that would come out of your mouth could turn his world upside down.

"Azul! I think we just discovered a way for me to go back home!" Maybe it's because your words also caught the twins attention leading you to getting questioned that you didn't notice how Azul's smile dropped and his whole body turn stiff. All he can hear is his own heartbeat, drowning other sounds out.

'...that means, you are leaving him?' Azul clutched his hold on the pen while trying to contain the tears trying to escape his eyes. 'So, is this the heartache? Mother told me it would hurt but not this much.'

"Oh, Th-That's wonderful news darling! I am so happy for you."

"I know right? I can- Azul?" Everyone in the room stopped after you gasp - seeing tears run down your lover's face despite him keeping up his smile. "My apologies it seems like a dust got caught in my eye. Please give me a minute, its a huge amount of dust I wonder where it came from!" Seeing how the vibes changed, Jade quietly grabbed Floyd and Grim out of the restaurant leaving you and Azul alone.

He can feel your hand trying to wipe his tears away but all he want to do now is crawl into his octopus pot, hiding away from you.

"(Name), love - I would really appreciate if you give me some space."

"Please look at me in the eye Azul, I know what you are thinking right now. I want to say that, I will not leave just yet." The dorm leader keep backing up until his back hits the wall, accidentally letting his guard down as you grab both of his cheeks to force him to face you.

"Finally you are facing me. It wasn't that hard right?" And you gave him that smile, breaking down all of his walls causing him to let out the cries he had been holding on to every time the thought of you just leaving him behind comes up. His head buried in your shoulders, and you couldn't help but give him a hug, patting his hair softly.

"I am not ready to lose you yet."

"Yes, I know."

"I thought you were going to leave me all alone." Seeing how broken he sound, all you can do is whisper apologies over and over again while giving him small kisses on his temple.

"You were scared weren't you? I won't leave, until I can find a way for the two of us to visit each other's place." Pulling away only to stick your foreheads together causing your noses to touch.

"I was supposed to ask you if you could help me find another way but I chose the wrong wordings. I am so sorry for that."

"... you owe me cuddles later. I thought I would go crazy again for a moment." You stared at each other before bursting out in fits of laughter, you spent the whole afternoon discussing about the discovery with the dorm leader peering over your shoulder and his arms around your torso.

'Maybe, there are some things that do last for some time.'

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[wolfiemcwolferson]

begin again

2.4k of a Piarles spiral that I might revisit in the future under the read more

Charles moves home after the divorce.

It’s George that suggests it. Well, he insists that he didn’t suggest it at all. He suggested that Charles do something for himself that he had always wanted to do but didn’t because of Peter and the…well, the crappy marriage thing.

“I meant for you to…go to Argentina to see that big waterfall or drive Route 66 or eat your way through Atlanta. I did not mean for you to sell this big house that you got in your divorce settlement and buy a house that is falling down in the middle of nowhere Alabama.”

But, that was what Charles wanted to do. After 10 years of playing the perfect spouse, he wanted to live in a little house and have a garden and be on his own.

And that’s what he intends on doing.

He buys a two bedroom house that looks like it’s in danger of blowing away, but it sits on five acres of land and the realtor tells him it’s got good soil for tomatoes.

Charles has too much money from his prenup and a college degree that he’s never used and so he decides to use both - slowly making this little house livable and presentable and also sitting for the teacher’s exam.

George and Alex come to visit over Thanksgiving, the only two who are still speaking to him from their life in Connecticut. The only two people Charles really cares about, and it’s good to see them. He shows them around the little town square and they have breakfast in the diner and Charles laughs himself silly when he gives George a big pour of the blackberry wine that Mrs. Fitzgerald - the biology teacher - makes and George sputters it all over his white shirt.

It’s good to see them and it’s good to see them go because Charles doesn’t feel sad about them leaving at all. He doesn’t miss a single second of that life and it’s like…the first time in the seven months since he moved here that he knows he did the right thing by selling that too big house with no happy memories.

Charles considers taking a trip over Christmas break. For the first Christmas in his adult life, he doesn’t have any place to be - both of his parents gone, Lorenzo is somewhere in the middle of the pacific ocean and Arthur is filming some new documentary in Colorado - but then he drives into Birmingham and spends 400 dollars on books and he spends the entire break eating cheese and cranberry sauce out of a can (a delight) and reading.

He has to YouTube how to start a fire in the fireplace because he’s never used it and then he has to pay triple to have an actual chimney sweep come and clean it out so he can use it.

Because sure, he had called Alabama home for the first 20 years of his life, but he had grown up in a house in Huntsville with a swimming pool and a gas fireplace.

And then when a year of life in Alabama rolls around, Charles looks in the mirror and smooths the wrinkles beside his eyes away with his fingertips and laughs because two years ago, he would have been obsessively checking them or Pieter would have pointed them out and the only reason he’s noticed them now is because he had dirt on his cheek.

It’s different than anything he ever imagined for his life, but it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced and it was absolutely the right choice. To move here. To begin again.

There are fifteen houses on the county road that Charles lives on. He knows them all by name and he knows their kids by name. He was a bit concerned when he moved that the gay divorcee would be a bit too much for them all to stomach, but they had embraced him with love and acceptance and help when he killed his tomato plants on accident last summer and when it froze and he wasn’t prepared for the whole county to shut down and when he realized he was going to have to buy some kind of lawn mower.

The point is that when the Harrison’s come by on a Tuesday night and tell him that they’re going to retire and move to Arizona where their oldest daughter lives, Charles is pretty upset about it - sad that they’re leaving, but also a bit worried about the new family that will move in. Until they tell him their nephew is going to be taking over the family place.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Harrison assures him, patting his cheek. “Handsome and single.”

Many things slide into place for Charles all at once and he laughs, brushing it off and telling them he’ll miss them and that he’ll stay in touch, and then he puts it out of his mind.

Until it’s mid-August and he’s carrying a box of books out to his car that he’s collected over the summer for his classroom and he sees a shiny black pick-up truck pull into his driveway and Charles knows that this is the nephew.

“Pierre,” he introduces himself and then he’s got to bend down to catch the two small children around their middles as they come barreling up to Charles. “And these are my hellions.”

But he smiles when he says it and Charles shakes both of their hands making them laugh and giggle, waiting on them to introduce themselves.

“Arabella, but Daddy calls me Ari.” who is six.

And then, “Jessop, but you can call me Jessie because I hate Jessop,” who is five.

The exchange lasts ten minutes and it only happened because Pierre promised his aunt he would stop by and say hello and then he has to go because the kids need dinner and Charles tells him that he’ll have to invite them over for dinner some night, but it seems a bit like a nicety because they don’t exchange numbers or say anything else before Pierre is helping the kids up into the backseat and driving off with a wave and a megawatt smile.

Charles asks no questions, but he’s curious enough that when Abby starts talking about Pierre two weeks later during lunch period, he ignores the grades he’s supposed to be entering into his computer and he sits down at the table with the math teachers and listens to the story.

A messy divorce with his ex-husband who is still in Iowa and two kids who they had through surrogacy that the ex apparently didn’t want and Charles goes home that night and makes a pie - or an attempt at a pie so he hauls himself out of bed the next morning before the sun and he makes another one, which turns out better so he takes it to Pierre and his kids and he invites them over for dinner on Wednesday night.

It’s silly, but he has a kinship with Pierre that Pierre doesn’t know exists.

It’s extra silly because there’s no way for Charles to come out and say: I married an older man after I finished school because I was scared and I don’t think he really loved me. I never had children even though I desperately wanted them and I’m starting over and it sounds like you are too, so maybe we could be friends?

No, he just makes sure that he picks up his living room and he roasts a chicken and when the three of them show up on Charles doorstep at 6:30 sharp, he wonders if he miscalculated with Pierre.

By the end of the night, he doesn’t have to wonder. He knows he did.

Pierre listens to his children when they talk and he asks Charles questions about the school and he smiles with his nose scrunched up and when Jessie falls asleep on Charles’ couch while a movie plays, Pierre apologizes for having to get them back home and Charles’ apologizes for keeping them up so late on a school night and he leaves with a sleeping child on his shoulder and a promise to see Charles at the football game on Friday night.

Which turns out to be a joy. The two of them sit together and Charles buys the kids gigantic lollipops Ari tells him about how she’s going to play football when she grows up because girls can do anything and Charles' heart is stuck between breaking and falling.

“I don’t want to pry,” Pierre says a month later while the two of them are sitting on the bottom step of Charles' porch while Ari and Jessie run around in the yard and try and catch lightning bugs, “but sometimes you look at them like it pains you to do so.”

And that’s when the whole nasty business comes out about Charles’ finding his husband of ten years having an affair with his paralegal and how Charles feels like he just started living his life even if maybe he’s missed his chance at having a life with another person, Pierre takes his hand in his and kisses the back of it and asks him if he wants to go into town with him and the kids this weekend and see a movie.

“Don’t ask me on a date because you pity me,” Charles warns and Pierre kisses his knuckles again.

“I’ve been thinking about asking you out since you brought us that horrendous pie.”

And then…Charles spends six months waiting for the other shoe to drop - so to say.

Arthur comes in for Thanksgiving and he spend four days in the floor with the kids during the day and trying to get all the dirty details from Charles at night, but Pierre doesn’t get spooked by having a family Thanksgiving with Arthur - instead the two of them get a little too tipsy on Friday afternoon and Charles has to tuck them into the couch so they’ll take a nap, and Pierre kisses him about it when he wakes up two hours later.

Charles wakes up on Christmas morning and gets dressed before it’s even 5 AM so he can drive over to Pierre’s and spend the morning with them before they load up and go over to Pierre’s parents house two hours north.

Pierre kisses him on New Year’s Eve and then he fucks Charles slow and deep and asks him to stay over - let him wake up with him and the kids. Because they hadn’t done that yet - had been careful in front of the kids.

Pierre’s birthday is spent in Charles’ house where he makes another atrocious pie and Pierre takes his face in his hands and whispers what Charles has known for months now.

“I love you,” he whispers into Charles’ mouth and Charles puts his face in his hands and cries and cries until Pierre pries them away and kisses him again. “I love you,” he says, “I love you.”

It goes like that until the next fall - when Ari turns eight and says matter of factly while they’re sitting on the front porch and Charles cranks an old ice cream maker he found in town, “I think you should be our new dad.”

There isn’t enough oxygen on the planet for the next minute of Charles’ life, and the only reason he manages to keep it together is because Pierre is there squeezing his shoulder and it’s grounding him to earth.

It’s a month of frantic whispers between Charles and Pierre and tears on both ends and Ari and Jessie giving Charles a wide circle when he’s with them until Pierre sets a plate down on the counter with more force than necessary and hisses, “No one in this house is your ex and these kids deserve someone who loves them and wants them just as much as I do and you’re a fucking fool if you think there’s anyone else on this planet that I want to marry as much as I want to marry you because not only do I think you’re the other half of me, I think you were meant to be their dad all along.”

It shocks Charles enough that he stops crying silent, hot tears and then he says, “I want to take your last name.”

And Pierre knocks the plate off the counter in an effort to get Charles into his arms.

They get married in the courthouse and then they take the kids on vacation over winter break to Disneyworld and Jessie calls Charles Papa for the first time while they’re eating a breakfast of Mickey shaped waffles and later that night after Charles and Pierre have tucked them into their beds, they stand on the balcony of their overpriced family suite and Pierre soothes the hair away from Charles face over and over and says a hundred times i love you, Charles, I am so thankful to you.

Alex texts Charles on the five year anniversary of when the divorce became final and Charles laughs at the ridiculous picture George took of him holding up the divorce decree for the camera to see and Charles looks across the room to where Pierre is stitching Ari’s dance costume back together and he texts back, best thing that could have ever happened.

Charles and Pierre work out a system for dinner and activities and making sure everything is done and the kids are thriving and Charles has never wanted for anything else.

Pierre teaches him not to kill tomato plants and Ari teaches him the true meaning of forgiveness. Jessie makes him believe that he can do anything and so when Pierre looks at him while the two of them are driving home from another football game and says, “You ever thought about having a third?” Charles doesn’t hesitate to say yes.

“We’ll be ancient when they graduate.”

Pierre laughs and kisses the back of Charles hand like he always does and Charles could burst with love and affection and the feeling of it was all worth it.

So when they bring home their second daughter 14 months later, Charles sits on the couch with Jessie and Ari and Pierre and George stands across the room to take a series of pictures while tears stream down his face, Charles has to laugh when George says:

“This is definitely what I meant when I said you should do something for yourself.”

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[saleintothe90s]

495. I watched Ghostbusters II, and I have questions

Hot take: I loved it.

When they fell on hard times in those five years, it made them more interesting to me. Although, it was never revealed what Winston did in those five years other than appearing at kids birthday parties with Ray. I know Red Letter Media didn't understand why Ray and Winston dances to the Ray Parker Jr. Ghostbusters theme, but I totally get it. My theory is that in the Ghostbusters universe, that song was totally a novelty song that only played on NYC radio stations. My theory is proven more after I saw Frozen Empire and Paul Rudd's character references it.

I do, however wonder why the kids wished He-Man was at their party instead .. I thought that Masters of the Universe/He-Man was more of a mid 80s craze?

I wanna know who Sigourney Weaver had 'dat baby with! Was it the guy who was jealous of Peter in the original film when he waited for Dana outside of orchestra practice? I bet it was him.

Egon wanting to do a gynecological exam on Dana as part of the investigation. Egon totally did it with that slime.

No more smoking! I kinda miss the smoking. I loved in the original that the boys pretty much welcome Winston in by lighting up a cigarette for him in the basement while they discuss Twinkies.

Peter MacNichol! I didn't even realize it was him until I was like forty minutes in. I love him, the only shining light from Ally McBeal! Did I miss why Dana was restoring paintings now instead of being in the orchestra? I guess it was because it was a day job so she could be with baby Oscar at night? I know at one point she tells Janosz that she'll be leaving soon since the baby is getting older?

They are cute as buttons in their suits fighting those death row ghosts in court.

Speaking of cute as buttons, Janine's glam makeover! She got that "return of Ghostbusters" paychecks now.

It's weird that New Years Eve is brought up, and is a giant part of the plot, but other than them wearing the Santa hats in the montage, and the aluminum tree in Peter's awesome apartment, that's all the Christmas we get. Did the entire movie take part in that week between Christmas and New Years? This video tries to figure it out.

Ooo the green dress. Winston saw it in a deleted scene, and said "[Peter's] not coming". Was that dress in the suitcase Peter brings over from Dana's apartment?

Speaking of the suitcase, that apartment scene before their dinner date, that scene felt like it was ten minutes long! I like Peter's apartment, so I'll let it slide.

Winston being scared of the ghost train is one of the best most overacted scenes ever. What was up with all the beheaded heads at the old Subway track?

Why did that scene involving Louis and Janine at Peter's apartment awake something in me? I do have a thing for guys like Louis. I need to put those feelings back away. Y'all know I gave up on dating!

I mean THIS?! With the earmuffs?! I need a minute. Even if Louis thought he had to save the Ghostbusters, I think him and Janine did some things first.

When that cop said "the Titanic just arrived", I felt the emotion in that line. He said it like it was real deal this really happened breaking news. Better Late Than Never.

Bobby Brown's sad cameo where he just opens the door at Gracie Mansion and asks the boys where he can get some ghostbusters stuff for his brother. Yes his song "On Our Own" (which I LOVE) is playing in the background.

I don't care about the Vigo stuff too much, the baby's acting makes the scene bearable however. Those twins who played Oscar were really good baby actors!

Them controlling the Statue of Liberty with the positive slime and the big flat Nintendo controller is silly as heck, and I am here for it.

Now, I know the movie got a cool reception when it came out in June of 1989, especially since it came out the weekend before the biggest movie of the year, Batman. Ghostbusters II made the biggest three day box office record at the time -- but Batman beat it the following weekend. I wanted to read some critic's initial reactions to the movie.

Vincent Camby of The New York Times almost gives away the entire movie's plot! I agree with most of his points, except for him saying the original was "overproduced and sloppy" the effects were made in 1984, what do you expect? On Christmas of 1988, NYT almost gives away the plot again in an article about the behind the scenes process of the film. (gift article)

I think Al meant a "junky" effect when he was referring to the Statue of Liberty walking around instead of a "junkie" effect, but I get what he's saying, even if I loved the scene for its silliness.

(My local paper ran this review too, so that's why you don't see one from my paper. ) I saw Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire the other day, and I feel like this was finally Ernie Hudson's chance to shine after being just the fourth Ghostbuster so so long. To me, each Ghostbuster has their own movie now: the original was Ray's, Ghostbusters II was Peter's, Ghostbusters: Afterlife was (ghost) Egon's, and Frozen Empire was Winston's.

I even found a newsgroup review from June of 1989. That is baby internet! Here is the archive, because I just feel like google groups is going to shut down the old newsgroup archives any day now. Wait, I just found another one (archive).

Here is an article about the press tour held at the newly renovated Plaza hotel in New York City. The press was already clamoring for a third movie. Of course, we wouldn't get that until 2020, 2021, of course.

In closing, never forget the Hardees promotion, with the noisemakers that were recalled almost immediately because lil kids ate the batteries. I remember being about six? and was terrified that my parents were going to take away my Ghostbusters noisemaker.

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[chelsea-xxx2003]

Chapter 1

Summary - In which Miles visits his uncle and sees an old photo that has a familiar face on it.. He asks his uncle about the photo and Aaron take him down memory lane.

(Part 1)

Exam week was over. The student rush to the library was over. Winter break was finally here. Every building top was covered in snow. Winters in New York were harsh Miles was packing his bag in last period to he could go back. Miles was comfortable with his place at Brooklyn Middle. He felt like 'his people were there', you know the kind of people that are on the same wave pattern as him.

Now he was done with packing his stuff and way on his way back home. "Yo man, what you doin anything this winter break?" his friend asks.

"Eat, sleep. You know the Christmas basics"

And with that they did their handshake and Miles was out the door. He walked through the corridors, down the stairs and out the main entrance. He had his backpack. He was about to start playing music in headphones to walk home when......

🚨WHOOOOP🚨

"Miles Gonzalo Morales. Your father has come to pick you up" His father announced from his car. Miles turns around with an annoyed look on his face. He quickly shoves his bags and himself in the car before his dad can embarrass him more.

"Hey dad, you know I texted you saying that I could walk home."

"Oh really, I don't think I saw it." He definitely saw the message but went anyway. He has a fun time embarrassing his son sometimes. They catch up in a conversation as they drive home. Miles talks about school and his dad talk about work.

"Listen I picked you up on my break, moms not home because she's working until late. Here are the keys. I'll see you later."

"M'kay dad see you later."

Now Miles was home alone. Usually he wouldn't mind, seeing his parents work long hours. But he really wanted some company. That's when he decided to go visit his uncle. He wears a plain top, hoodie, black cargo pants, puffer jacket and his Chicago Jordan 1's. When he was done he was out. Made sure he locked the door. Now he could properly listen to music undisturbed as he walks to his uncles place, after he grabbed a bite to eat.

He ate a beef patty on his way there. Once he arrived he pressed the button to his uncles apartment and waited.

"Hello?" His deep voice answers through the speaker.

"It's Miles"

All he hears a beep which signals that the door opens. He runs up a few stairs and skips over some as he does so. He reaches the door and knocks as few times. Within seconds the door is opened.

"Yo Miles what's up man. How you been."

"Not too bad. Finished with a couple exams and it was ight."

"That's cool."

Miles walks over to the punching bag and starts pushing it with a bunch of techniques. Once he tires himself out he goes to sit on the sofa with his uncle. He catches a glimpse of a photo what is framed on the wall. It looks like an early 2000s photo by the quality of the picture. The picture had his uncle in his younger years, himself as a baby no older than one and him standing on this ladies lap. He stared at the photo closer. This lady looked so familiar but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

She was holding baby Miles. He was standing on his wobbly feet on her lap. He had a huge smile on his face. It looked like he was giggling. The lady holding him has a smile on her face.

"Miles what's got you looking like that." Aaron approaches behind him and sees what he is looking at.

"Who's that holding me as a baby. I mean she looks familiar but I don't quite remember."

Aaron chuckles a little. "You don't remember her?"

"Nah"

"That's Maya Thompson. Your auntie Maya?"

Miles turned his face to him with his eyebrows raised. He wanted him to elaborate.

Aaron smiled as he looked at the picture. "You called her auntie Maya every time she visited you."

"Where is she now?" Miles asks out of curiosity.

"She's umm... she's working. She's an estate agent and event planner. So she's somewhere around the world." He has this sullen look on his face. He turns and goes to sit on the sofa. Miles joins him.

"Can you tell me more about her."

A/N - Thank you for reading this little story of mine. I hope you continue. I just thought Aaron doesn't get much love. The chapters that I write might be irregular from time to time. Some may be long and some may be short.

#spider man #spider verse #miles molares #uncle aaron #aaron davis #into the spider verse #Aaron Davis x oc #aaron davis x reader

[flimflam707]

Detective Satan and assistant MC [Obey me Fic+Art]

A/N: Hello @tulipsaisle ! I'm your secret Santa! I decided to write a fic about an adventure with Satan and the mc :) I hope you enjoy it and - MERRY CHRISTMAS HOHOHO

Thanks @lemeowade for organising this event <3

(Btw I didn't get to proofread it, 'cause it's exam period for me now haha, I used this event to justify procrastinating lmao)

Rating: General Audiences

Word count: 1275

Masterlist

“Aha! More footsteps! Let’s follow them.” Satan cried out. You had been following the same trail of footsteps for 20 minutes already. You crossed the street, walked past majolish and that one store where Levi gets his manga. “Are you sure that it stayed within the city?” you asked, “If it left the city then there is no way we’ll find it again.” Satan wagged his finger. “Tsk, no no. Rule number one of sleuthing. Never give up once you have a trail. We will find this cat, even if it’s the last thing I’ll do!”

(1 hour earlier)

You and Satan left the catcafé after a well deserved break. A couple of weeks ago the place opened and the two of you had already become regulars, the cats even looked up when hearing your names. Quite adorable. “Did you see how Nifty rubbed her hear against me?” Satan asked, still on a high from the affection he got from the feline. “I did.” You responded. “It was so adorable! And the bell around her neck clanged so happily when you started playing with him.” Satan smiled more at that comment. The cats really seemed to like him and it was the biggest piece of joy in his life. You decided to head back to the house of Lamentation, because you still needed to study for a human charming test. Memorising spells sucks. You thought. You were looking around, trying to find anything and everything to use as an excuse not to go home when you suddenly saw Asmo running across the street. “GET BACK HERE YOU THIEF!” He yelled. “What is this all about?” You commented. Satan looked up, seemingly indifferent about the situation. “Hm? Don’t know, don’t care.” He said as he walked past his screeching brother. Asmo continued as he continued running into an ally. “GIVE ME MY NECKLACE BACK CAT! YOU FIEND!” …. Satan’s head whipped around and he came to a halt. “Cat?” He whispered. “Did he just say… Cat?” He enunciated every word. “I guess.” You said. “Let’s see what’s happening” He quickly responded. He grabbed your hand and rushed into the ally, following his brother. Wow, he switched his attitude quickly after hearing the word cat. You thought. However, you were very grateful to Asmo’s screeching. Now you could procrastinate more, yes! 

The two of you entered the ally and saw Asmo yelling to a furry creature sitting atop the wall that closes the ally. “I said! Give it back!” He cried. The cat didn’t seem to pay him much mind. He wagged his tail while holding on to a shiny gold necklace. “What is going on?” Satan questioned. Asmo turned around: “O perfect!” He said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I just returned from buying that gorgeous necklace. I was going to wear it to school tomorrow, ‘cause it matched a shirt I have perfectly. However,” He turned again, now facing the cat. “This little THIEF, stole it from me!” The cat wagged his tail again, content to be out of reach. “I have been chasing it all through town!” The cat purred, enjoying the show. However, it soon became bored. It turned around and hopped down to the other side of the wall. “NOOO” Asmo cried once more. How can someone yell that much? You questioned. “Now I’ll never find it again.” He dejectedly looked down. “No need to fear dear younger brother of mine.” Satan said in a voice that can only be described as the voice of a protagonist. “It is clear to me now. This is a case for a detective and his assistant.” He put on a detective hat and was holding a magnifying glass. Where did those come from? “We will find that necklace for you!” He grabbed your hand. “Detective Satan and his assistant are on the care!” You interjected. “Can’t we both be detectives? Why do I have to be an assistant.” “Because every detective needs an assistant, everyone knows that. And I’m not gonna be one, so..” He shrugged his shoulders and Asmo asked. “So, will you two return my necklace?” Satan put his nose up into the air; “Of course dear younger brother, no need to fear. You just return home and well find that cat and return your jewellery.” “Yay!” Asmo commented. “Then I’ll leave it to you! Bye bye you two.” His good spirits seemed to have returned. Asmo strolled out of the ally, leaving Satan and you by yourselves. Wait no. I mean detective Satan and his assistant! “So, where do we start?” You asked. “Find clues.” He responded. “So, lets follow the trail this cat left behind until we find him and solve the case of the lost necklace!”

(Back to the present)

“Satan, we have been running around for over forty-five minutes, we questioned a bunch of people and cats and we’ve lost our trail. Maybe it’s time to call it quits and go home.” Your watch indicated that it was almost time for dinner. Luckily it wasn’t your day to cook, but still, you had had it with the detective stuff. “No!” He interjected. “We still haven’t found the cat, nor the necklace! We can’t return now. Asmo will lose all hope.” Right, that’s the reason. Not ‘cause you wanna continue playing Sherlock Holmes. “Fine. However, if we don’t find any more clues in the next fifteen minutes then I’m going home.” You said, giving an ultimatum. “Deal.” he quickly responded. You let out a sigh. The cat had disappeared from your sight a while ago, the chance that you’ll find it again was quite slim. However, the blond haired demon next to you refused to give up. It was quite admirable. You continued your search, questioning more passerbys and cats. You wondered if Satan really had learned the language of cats or if he was just messing around in the name of ‘questioning their kind’. Several minutes passed with no luck in finding clues. You looked at your watch once more: “It’s been fifteen minutes, Satan. Let’s return, I don’t think we’re gonna find it again.” You said to him, “Let’s give this one to the cats.” Satan looked down dejectedly. You were right. “It seems the great detective Satan has failed.” He sighed. You grabbed his hand and started walking towards the house of Lamentation. You passed the bookshop, the grocery store, the cat café where you were sitting an hour and a half ago and majolish where the crime first took place. Your eyes swept over the small ally next to the store. A flash shooting across it. Huh? You thought. What was that? Satan was still walking next to you. At first he was unaware of your discovery, he was still gloomy about his failure as a detective. However, then he felt you slowing your steps and your gaze was focused on a dark ally. “What is i-” He started, but he was interrupted when you swiftly pulled him into the ally. “There it is! The culprit!” You yelled. “What?!” He questioned perplexed. You let go of his hand, stealthily snuck upon the cat (without being noticed) and grabbed the necklace that he was holding in his mouth! “Got it! I got it, Satan!” You celebrated. You had been victorious! Satan grabbed your shoulders, a smile on his face. “Good job! Detective Satan and his assistant do it again!” Your brows furrowed. You shook your head, removed the detective hat from his head and put it on yourself. “Wrong.” You paused, looking at him dramatically. “It was detective MC and assistant Satan who cracked the case.”

#SSEvent #fanart #fanfic #obey me #obey me Satan #detective satan

[harrison-abbott]

"NOT THERE ANYMORE!"

I get that most people talk to themselves. We all do it. We’ll mutter to ourselves at various things throughout the day. It’s not abnormal.

But, I knew this guy once. A long time ago – I used to live next to him in student halls. He was called Gary, and he talked to himself in quite spectacular ways. It was so odd living in the adjacent room to him: where the walls were thin and you could hear a lot from the other side.

First time it happened was around 5 a.m. in the morning. He didn’t wake me up, because I was usually up in the a.m. period. Just what I’m like. And so I figured Gary was as well, a night owl. That morning I just thought he was on the phone. I couldn’t make out the words – but he would stop for a little bit, then say a sentence, then pause, and speak again, like he was having a conversation. So I thought it was a phone call.

But then it happened next week. And it was more like a monologue, a long one, with no pauses in it. Again, it was at a weird hour. So I wondered if he was maybe recording something. As in, a podcast, perhaps. Shrug, I didn’t know.

As the semester went on, Gary’s habits worsened. Because he would shout, sometimes. Not talk. He would blurt out something. And it would make me jump. These could occur all times of day; I’d just be idle in my room, and he would yell out. And I caught some of the words as well. He would shout, “NOT THERE ANYMORE!” Or, “HAVE TO FIX IT!”

I became familiar with these phrases because he would repeat them. Like a tic. An angry one.

Was he working on an essay and getting frustrated with it? Or maybe he was watching a soccer game, and shouting at the players. Jesus, I really didn’t know.

It scared me a little bit, but moreover I was concerned for him.

Gary was quite a quiet guy, when you saw him in person. He didn’t socialise much or go out drinking … umm, but, he was polite and good natured. He didn’t leave his unwashed dishes around the kitchen like all the others did. Gary was probably far more mature than us. I never saw him in a bad mood, only heard.

Then there came this time in January when it was just me and Gary in the flat. The others still hadn’t gotten back yet from the Christmas break. It was at night and I was still awake. I was reading on my bed: and suddenly Gary launched on one of his loud monologues. This time it was proper furious and I began to get a bit terrified. “NOT THERE ANYMORE! NOT THERE ANYMORE!” He kept shouting that over and over. Then I heard him bashing on the floor and there were thumps on the walls.

So I got up from my bed and I went out my door.

And I hesitated before his door. And then knocked on it.

His tirade quit in a second.

“Gary?” I called. And I knocked again. “Are you all right?”

There were stretched seconds, half a minute, of total silence.

“Gary …” I breathed

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh. Yes.”

“You … You sure?”

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No. It’s just that I heard you shouting.”

“My apologies. I didn’t know I was being loud.”

“…”

I thought maybe he would come to the door, but he didn’t: and then he said:

“Sorry about that. I’m fine.”

“Okay.”

I left him alone. And he didn’t make a peep for the rest of the night.

From then on, he was more quiet with his talking-to-himself. There were occasional blurts, still. But those ferocious monologues stopped after that night. When I next saw him in person he acted like nothing had happened. Perhaps Gary hadn’t realised, for all the time before, that I could hear him through the wall.

He left the flat politely in late April, as soon as his exams were complete.

And I only ever saw him one more time, on the campus. He didn’t see me. It was odd that you didn’t bump into the other students across the city, because it was so small. But, yeah, Gary just kinda vanished. And he remains a mystery.

#writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #prose #spilled ink #stories #tumblr writers #short fiction #fiction #short story #flash fiction

[rrxnjun]

knee deep at atp ;; ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem!reader genre: coming of age, slice of life ; angst warnings: swearing wc: 1.6k

and when our eyes meet all I can read is, "you're the B-side"

December 18th, 2022. His breath forms in fluffy clouds in front of his mouth, disappearing as fast as it appears; the cold wind burning his cheeks that he desperately tries to hide in his woollen scarf. Lee Donghyuck’s not a winter person– he much prefers the heat of the summer, the sun kissing his bronze skin, chasing sunburn with more enthusiasm than he chases frostbite.

This is the fourth time you walk past the beach, and when you reach the tall tree in the corner of the street, you hesitantly take a step into the frozen sand and don’t look back, expecting him to follow you. He does– he would always follow you, with whatever you had in mind.

There’s something hanging in the air, making the atmosphere heavy and the first meeting after many, many months so utterly bitter. It doesn’t take a lot to notice that something’s wrong. Your usually cheerful demeanour is hidden behind a coat of a shade over your face, the lack of words out of your chatty mouth only proving his anxiety that it’s in place; something is wrong and you won’t tell him what.

“...are you alright?” he mumbles, trying to break out of the silence. There’s a heartbeat of ignorance that passes by, followed by a quick glance to his left temple, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Of course,” you mutter. Kicking the rocks under your feet, you walk over the whole length of the coast, eyes searching for your usual spot. Maybe when you reach the silly, old bench at the very end of the beach, hidden away from everyone, you will find calmness in your heart; maybe everything will go back to normal.

Donghyuck wonders where he went wrong. Sure, him leaving for a few months couldn’t be much of a bonus point to your still blooming relationship, but it’s not like he could do anything else. He had to move, it was his dream university, after all.

He still remembers the euphoria he felt when he got the acceptance letter in the mail, running down the street to meet you at the corner of the block, throwing himself into your arms and breaking the news to you. The feeling was the closest thing he’s felt to the bubbling emotion he had in his insides a few minutes after; when he kissed you on the beach, at the very spot he’s nearing to right now, where you told him you’ll wait for him and that you’ll always be his, even when he’s miles away.

You weren’t dating. But you were still his, in a way. At least that’s what you told him, and that’s what he believed.

Sitting at the bench, less than a week before Christmas, he feels as if he would be better off spending it alone in his university campus. Something’s wrong, and you won’t tell him what; and that’s eating him up from the insides.

“How have you been?” he asks instead, hoping to get the old you back. He wants to hear you ramble about everything and anything, just as you always did; he wants to see you completely, utterly comfortable with him.

“Good,” you note, nodding your head to prove your point. You don’t ask him how he’s been– almost like you didn’t even care. He doesn’t blame you, though. It’s been a long time since you two saw each other. Maybe you no longer feel the same.

“How was the festival?” he asks. 

You invited him to a festival over the summer. He couldn’t go, because he had exams– it’s the way he missed most of your invites, slowly missing out on every milestone of your life, disappearing out of your reach. It’s not his fault-- how could it be-- but he still can’t help but feel like you blame him for it, just the tiniest bit.

“Amazing,” you say. Your answers are short and simple. Like you’re not even interested in having a conversation with him.

“...have any photos you could show me?” he asks, used to being the one desperately trying to start a conversation right now. You bought a camera last summer; you happily announced to him with a picture in his iMessage app– a picture he widely grinned at, sitting soundly in his dorm room.

“All got lost in my camera,” you mutter. Not even a confused furrow of Donghyuck’s brows makes you continue your sentence, taking out your phone instead and showing it to his hands, a photo album called “ATP” opened in front of his eyes.

Swiping through the low quality pictures, the envy and jealousy slowly swims in his insides. He could be there– he should’ve been there. You look so happy in all the images, an expression he so dearly misses, for you haven’t looked this content the whole day, with him. It’s clear that those are all the pictures your freinds took on their phones, sending them to you so you had at least some memories from that night that you could look at. 

An underexposed picture meets his eye, two figures in the corner, both he recognises all too well– you, wearing a K Records t-shirt, three times the size of your regular wear, holding his hand.

You take the phone out of Donghyuck’s hands, locking it and putting it away. He expects a word from you– a word, because a sentence would be way over his expectations– but the only thing he’s met with is silence.

The silence slowly starts to bite him, everywhere it can reach. It starts from the bottom of his toes to the tips of his fingers, loudly crunching in his stomach, causing it to burn, eating up his ears as they ring and when it wants to reach the tongue, preventing him from uttering out another word, he takes it into his own hands and battles it with courage.

“What’s going on, Y/N? We haven’t seen each other in ages, and when we finally do, you act like you don’t even want to be here. I know I have no right to interrogate right now, but your silence is making me fucking miserable right now-” he shoots up his hands in frustration, your hand quickly escaping the warm pockets of your winter coat with a low rustle, finding its place on his forearm as if your touch was meant to calm him down.

The wind takes away a slip of paper, porcelain white being dragged along the shore, when you jump up and chase after it, needing to protect it like a treasure; the dearest thing you own.

Eight fingers gripping the thin sheet, you sit back down and bite on your lower lip, a sigh escaping your mouth as Donghyuck stares you down, his eyes settling on the item in your hands. The edges look a little worn out, as if someone kept on holding it and flipping it between their fingers on lonely days, in some places, you could see blue ink seeping through the layer of paper supporting the words scribbled down messily over its surface.

Perhaps a winter coat mightn’t be the best place to hide a summer secret.

Your word is cleanly written on the other side, in sky blue ink, decorated with a doodle of a heart; a love letter so dear to your heart that you cling tightly to it and avert your eyes from your now lonely lover.

“...can I read it?” he asks, as if to twist the knife in his own wound. There’s no explanation needed for the picture in your phone and the letter flying in the wind, hidden by your coat. But still, as if he liked the pain, he takes the sheet of paper you offer him and unfolds it, eyes skimming through the words.

And for every correctly used apostrophe, he could feel his heart sink inside his chest in front of him. Trains of thought full of adoration, the smell of summer and heated air flowing through the words are hitting him in the face, punches served with no mercy right into his gut.

The messages he’s sent you flick in his brain like a presentation carefully crafted in powerpoint, the wall of shame of his heart– the letters he’s sent to you, yet you don’t treasure them the same way you treasure this one, keeping it with you when you go on walks with your first lover; to the place where you promised him you’ll always be his but broke it nonetheless.

He knows he took you to the beach too; he could tell by the way you bite on your cheek every time the sand falls from your insoles, digging your feet into the ground in nerves, as if to try to hide away.

Completing the letter, carefully folding it in half and offering it back to you, you take it as you meet his eye for the first time in the last few hours. Somehow, you look relieved.

“I’m sorry,” you speak.

Now’s his time to keep the silence, eyes bearing in yours. He wonders what they look like right now, if he’s looking at you full of pain, or if his orbs are empty as the moments he spent with you flash in front of his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip in despair.

He remembers you telling him you’ll wait for him after he comes back from university. He remembers you telling him you love him, and that you’ll love him forever, even when he’s gone. He remembers you holding him and wiping your eyes when you cried the moment he had to leave this town, waving at him at the train station.

But he also remembers himself telling you that you don’t have to do that; he could never limit you and force you to wait for him while he’s gone, miles away from your reach.

You’ve done nothing wrong, after all.

Donghyuck guesses that you could never really conquer the distance. In your phone and in his letters, he was just your B-Side.

“I’m so, so, sorry, Hyuck…” you mutter, tears sprinting down your cheeks, guilt washed all over your face. It hurts him, it cuts him deep like a knife, it makes his stomach twist and bitterness settle in his chest– he could never hate you, though.

And so he tugs you into his arms, gentle hands smoothing down your hair.

“...’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

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