#i finally dragged myself out of my writing slump!!

[jae-bummer]

Romantic Walks on the Beach

Request: Hey, I'm Shy to ask this💀🫠, but could you write a story about y/n and Chan going to the beach late in the middle of the night And please make it cute and funny🌚

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Slowly opening your eyes, you hazily blinked up at the ceiling. You furrowed your brow, focusing on where the noise that had woken you up was coming from.

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Narrowing your eyes in the direction of the window, you tried to remember if there was a tree in the backyard of this vacation home or not. Maybe it was windy, and the branches were just hitting against the window.

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You groaned and finally rolled over. Gingerly touching your phone, you read the numbers displayed on the too bright screen. 12:37 AM.

"I'm going to cut the branch down," you hissed to yourself. "And then I'm going to make the tree watch as I start a bonfire with it."

Dragging yourself to the window, you ripped back the curtains, ready to verbally assault shrubbery. Instead of the spindly, old tree you had assumed was harassing you, you found a mid-sized human instead.

"Chris?" you muttered, squinting to see him better.

Sure enough, there was a Bang Chan standing in the back yard, a handful of what appeared to be pebbles in his palm.

You immediately felt the irritation melt from your body as you stared at him. Unlocking the window, you started to slide it up, just as he began to rear his shoulder back. Before he recognized you in the window, he let the rock fly. Slumping to the floor, you squeaked in surprise as the pebble flew through the window and bounced off of the nightstand. Popping back up again, you looked at Chan with a gaping mouth.

"Sorry!" he whisper-yelled. His shoulders drew up to his ears in embarrassment as he cringed.

You waved him off before calling back. "Chris, what are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep!"

You lifted your brows, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought maybe you'd go on a walk with me?"

You heaved a sigh before nodding quickly and shutting the window. You could likely get a better explanation if you just met him outside.

Looking around the unfamiliar room, you tried to remember where you had put your hoodie. Somehow you had managed to snag the top-most room of the rental (all by yourself) when playing a game of rock, paper, scissors with the rest of the kids. When you had agreed to this weekend vacation, you assumed you'd be bunking with one of the boys, so it was a pleasant surprise.

Finally finding what you were looking for, you hustled as quietly as you could down the stairs. Your efforts were likely fruitless though, with the amount of sleep these guys needed, there was little chance of waking them up.

Pulling on your sneakers, you eased out of the back door and onto the patio. Chan gave you a small, awkward wave from where he was still standing under your window. You approached him, and crossed your arms, waiting.

"Uh...hi," he grinned.

"Let me in on a secret, Chris," you said. "Why were you throwing rocks at my window? When we're staying at the same place?"

Chan chuckled. Shaking his head, he pressed his palms to his eyes. "Call it sleep deprivation?"

"I would at least like to hear the logic behind it," you smiled. You loved it when Chan was flustered. You loved it even more when you were the reason for it.

"I couldn't sleep," he sighed, dropping his hands.

"As mentioned."

His nostrils flared as he shot you a momentarily glare. "I thought, wouldn't it be nice to look at the stars, so I came down here. Then I heard the waves crashing on the beach and my feet started to pull me that way, but I didn't want to go by myself."

"And the first person you thought to coerce for a long, romantic walk on the beach...?"

"Definitely wasn't Han," Chan smirked. "I didn't want to be a creep and let myself into your room while you were sleeping. And my motivation may or may not have been influenced by the number of stairs to get there."

You rolled your eyes before finally nodding. "Fiiiine Christopher Bang. Romance me!"

Chan broke into a full smile before flexing his hand in a "gimme" motion. You slid your fingers between his and immediately felt a wash of goosebumps cascade over your skin. The two of you had grown really close over your short time of knowing each other. You were stuck in the in between place of friends and dating, but you were both okay with that for now. Not everything had to be defined. You were still so new and enjoying the moments of learning each other."

Tugging you along, Chan glanced over his shoulder at the house growing smaller in the distance. "You think they'll be okay unsupervised?"

"What's the worst that could happen?" you huffed. "They're all asleep."

"Y/N," Chan laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think you understand the innate ability my members have to be casually destructive, no matter their state of consciousness."

"Hey, this whole adventure was your idea," you hummed, swinging your interlaced hands between you. "I've been awoken. There's no backing out now."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, lifting up your hand to place a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Walking in companionable silence, it wasn't long before your feet hit sand. You took a deep breath in and sighed happily.

"Now look at that," Chan smiled. "Not even grumpy about being woken up anymore, are you?"

"I wouldn't go that far," you muttered, popping your shoes and socks off. Setting your feet in the sand caused you to shiver, the night much cooler than you had anticipated.

Watching you, Chan immediately noticed your sudden chill. Sidling up behind you, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist before beginning to waddle you forward.

"Chan!" you gasped before dissolving into laughter. "What are you doing?"

"Walking toward the water," he said simply, his breath hot on your neck.

"No, I mean-"

"And also keeping you warm," he chirped. "Unlike some people we know, I am capable of multitasking."

Gripping tightly to his forearms as you continued walking, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the two of you. You stumbled forward, getting closer to the water as Chan's strides were wide, careful not to disrupt yours.

Only a few yards away from the incoming tide, he finally tugged you to a stop and set his chin on your shoulder. Letting out his own contented sigh, you could feel him tilt his head to look at the sky.

"Hey, Y/N," he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Have you ever thought about how small we are?"

"...I'm trying really hard not to make a joke," you managed.

You didn't have to be facing Chan to know his expression was one lacking amusement. "Height discrimination aside."

"It's hardly discrimination to point out that-"

"I am tall enough!" he gasped. "Now quit making this about me and my extraordinary tallness."

"Right, right," you laughed. "Being small, but definitely not in a height way. I'm with you."

"I mean like, in the universe," he continued. "Like when you look up at the stars, don't you feel so..."

"Insignificant?" you chirped. Spinning around in Chan's arms, you searched his face. His lips were slightly parted, and eyebrows furrowed as his eyes locked on yours. "Like a bit of dust on this giant space rock?"

"That," he laughed. "Even with making somewhat of a name for myself. Coming out here and looking up into the sky really grounds me."

"You're the most grounded person I know," you hummed, poking lightly at his chest. "And you've made more than "somewhat" of a name for yourself."

"I'm not fishing for compliments, Y/N," he smiled.

"You shouldn't have to fish," you sighed. "Not when you deserve every single one of them."

"Just spitting facts then?" he chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned forward and placed his forehead against your shoulder. "Maybe I should tell you a fact then."

You leaned backward, forcing him to stand up straight. Your eyes grew wide in anticipation. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded, biting his lip. "Not to alarm you, but there is a concerningly large crab right behind you."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to process what you thought would be a compliment. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Monster crab," he said shortly. "Directly behind your right leg."

Closing your eyes, you let out a slow exhale. "Please tell me you're joking."

"We can either run or-"

"What's he going to do!" you gasped. "Pinch me to death?"

"Hey, I'm just thinking of your safety here," he laughed, keeping his focus trained behind you. "His beaty little eyes...that's just not right."

"Don't insult him!" you cried, remaining still. "How did we decide it was a "him" anyway?"

"You're right," Chan said, nodding in what you assumed to be the crab's direction. "I'm sorry for assuming your gender. I should have asked."

"Chris," you groaned. "I'm just going to quickly-"

At that moment, you felt a small pull on your sweatpants. You glanced down, and to your horror, the crab had pinched the fabric.

With little fanfare, you took off running, hauling Chan with you. It didn't take much to shake yourself from the crab's clutches, but it didn't stop your sprint. Making your way back to the road, you finally paused at the entry to the beach and collapsed into Chan's arms. He swung you around, giggling until you both finally plopped into the sand, tangled in each other.

Both of you let out shaky laughter between strained breaths, all the while maintaining tentative eye contact.

"That," you huffed. "That was ridiculous."

"I can see the news now," Chan nodded. "Two beachgoers assaulted by mutant crustacean."

"Mutant?!" you hiccupped.

"How else could it have possibly gotten that big!" Chan argued. "I thought he was going to start speaking to us in Korean at any moment. I saw ninja turtles; I know how it works!"

"I'd hardly count ninja turtles as a reputable source," you sighed, sitting up. Chan did the same and grimaced.

"I guess I kind of ripped you off about the fact, didn't I?"

You thought to your conversation pre-ocean spider attack. "I mean, you weren't lying."

"I wanted to say something nice about you though," he grumbled.

"I know this may come to you as a shock, but you are still perfectly capable of doing that now."

Glancing at you quickly, his pout broke into a smile. "You're right."

"I'm aware."

Shaking his head, Chan reached to tuck a piece of your frazzled hair behind your ear. "My smart and beautiful, Y/N. It is a fact that you have completely stolen my heart."

You groaned before smacking him in the chest. "So corny!"

"No, no, wait!" he laughed, gripping the wrist of the hand that had just hit him. He pressed it flat over his heart. "Really! When I was talking about how I felt so...insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You have this way of making me feel less alone.

I've felt so lonely for so much of my life, your companionship has been a shock to my system. Of course I have my boys, but it's different when you have romantic feelings for someone. There's this hole that's been filled that I didn't even realize existed."

"Don't let any of them know you said that," you whispered. Your chest felt so full with his words. Chan's whole existence was the equivalent of a warm hug.

"I'm pretty sure they already know," he smiled easily. "Thank you for letting me show you this side of myself."

"No thanks needed, silly," you whispered. Leaning forward, you pressed a light kiss to his mouth. Pulling back, you felt a zing to your stomach as you watched him lick his lips. "I'm glad you feel safe with me."

"I do," he nodded. Quirking a brow, he smirked. "At least whenever we're not being attacked by ocean life."

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[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo

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Authors notes:

My first ever fic which is crazy but I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it (hopefully it will have consistent updates)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4857

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

Seeing the hallways early in the morning was always an eerie feeling. The corridors that normally bustle with kids and teachers were now silent, the only sounds being my own footsteps that thud on the marbled floor below. That never failed to make me paranoid. I pull a headphone from my ear, taking my case out my pocket with my spare hand. Usually, I am then met with anticipated silence as my music dims from my ears; today was different. My body pauses at the door to the music room, my hand hesitates to reach for the handle as sounds of drumsticks that crash against snare drums and cymbals interrupt my normal routine. I grow curious and open the door wide and I walk through the doorway, the guitar on my back slamming the door into the brick wall behind it. A loud crash echoes behind me which startles me and the boy who remains sat behind the drum kit. My face falters once our eyes meet and I realize who it is.

Matthew Sturniolo

“You have to be shitting me” I mumble and grit through my teeth, laying my backpack and guitar case onto the sofa opposite the drums.

“Shit sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone in here...” he almost groans back, seeing my demeanor towards the situation.

“Yeah evidently” I return my words with a sarcastic tone, practically mocking his obvious statement. I sigh and slump down on the sofa which my backpack now leans off of. The sound of leather creases below me and I adjust myself on the uncomfortable material, my foot immediately finding this as an opportunity to tap against the carpeted flooring. “So, how long do you plan on staying in here?”

He lays his drumsticks on the drum watching them proceed to roll off, awkwardly trying to catch them as he now stammers making me raise an eyebrow and scoff.

“U-uhm well until class starts, do you need to practice your... guitar?” he peeks his head around his cymbals to view the case my instrument is carried in.

My feet awkwardly shuffle on the floors “obviously not as much as you do.” I grovel in response rolling my eyes before propping my body weight up from the sofa to lean against my knees.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” He mutters with a slightly colder attitude than previously possessed.

“Calm down, not like that, I mean… you’re in several performances for the band’s talent show next weekend. I was saying it was a higher priority than my...” I trail off now focusing my gaze on my guitar casing “hobby.”

“Oh.” His voice weakens, almost timid now realizing his now false accusation. He shifts on the seat and manages to look me in the eye again.

I drag out a tangled lead from the side of my case, flashing the headphones to Matt before practically throwing them on the couch as I drag my guitar out of the case, kicking the wrapping off to the side. I lean the guitar up against the height of the sofa as I start to untangle the lead with both my hands. I weave my fingers through the loops and slide the cable against itself. The length of the cable eventually reveals itself with the final tug on the wire.

The click from the guitar plug completes my set up as I start to tune my guitar, listening to the string’s pitch change as I twist the tuning pegs. The odd chord here or there slowly blends together until the strings match the necessary sounds. Leather beneath me creaks again as I sit back down the sofa with the guitar lying under my arm and on top of my thigh.

Matt trails from the conversation and picks up his drumsticks creating a light beat with the tips of them. It was a basic beat merely to gain a tempo before he nods his head to a new beat that I instantly recognize.

Dark red – Steve Lacy

I begin to study Matt’s actions, them intriguing me for the first time this morning. His hands are focused on the beat of his drums, occasionally hesitating before another sound emits from the skin of the drum. His pace steadies more as he concentrates on his movements. I find myself tapping the body of my guitar lightly to the beat he makes. Matt nods his head gently to the drums which causes a strand or two of hair to fall Infront of his face, resting just above his eye. I swallow harshly and look down to the strings on my own instrument and I pluck at them before strumming to create an occasional note from the song matt is playing.

I give in, however, and adjust my guitar on my lap so that I can play the song properly. Grabbing my pick that is sat beside me, tainted with its own ‘dark red’, my guitar now hums with the according notes.

He snaps out of his focused state and snaps his head over to me with a smile. For some reason it makes me smile back as I continue to play the song more passionately as I hum the lyrics to keep me on beat. I hear a breathy laugh from his direction as we then hit the chorus which makes me smile once again. Thankfully he is only focused on the drums.

I feel his gaze on me when its time for me to change my chords for the verse. I follow suit and switch the tune as the beat drops, I strum a little harder on my guitar which makes a stronger sound emit from my instrument. I keep humming the words to the song gently in tune with Matt’s drums; I steal another glance at him. He isn’t smiling much as before but you can instantly feel the passion as he plays and nods his head. He doesn’t seem to care about anything else, not the strands of hair that fall from their initial position, not the amount of noise he is making at 8:12am or music sheets that slide further of the holder. Something about Matt’s playing almost distracts me, every music class I’ve been too everyone looks so forced into their instruments. Those kids even make me feel negative about music at times, but this? This is different.

He looks up at me, meeting my gaze and I instantly look back down to the guitar resting on my lap. I purse my lips together as the final 30 seconds of the song reach. Matt stops playing the drums to allow me to finish, finally fixing his hair and slicking it back over himself. The last chords I play are slower, softer and relaxed. I stroke the strings on my guitar slowly and sigh once the noise quietens.

A silence falls between us both. Both our breathing is a little heavier but not enough to be noticeable to the other.

“You can play guitar.” He speaks with a cocky smile as he leans back onto the stool below him.

“As if this was for show” A quite scoff escapes my throat as I retort. “You don’t play bad yourself”

“Thanks...” His tone diminishes to a calmer and more confused one, he looks at me with an expectant expression.

“Alyia…” I respond.

Playing songs with matt was refreshing from anyone who I normally play with, he can actually play his instrument.

The next week follows the same routine. I walk in the music room, greeted by matt and we play music together. It wasn’t like it was for fun or anything, only to help him practice for the talent show.

That’s what I kept telling myself at least.

-

“Good morning.” I speak into the room without acknowledging my surroundings. I take off my jacket and throw it onto a chair nearby and place my guitar case on the carpeted floor.

“Hey” A voice emits from behind me rather than its usual location behind the drum kit.

I turn my head sharply to the drums and I notice they are strangely empty; I turn my head another 90 degrees and my eyes meet matt. He is leant against the door frame with his drumsticks resting in his cross arms which lie against his chest. He adjusts his position so he stands straighter and slicks his hair back with his palm.

“don’t do that Matt, you scared me” I turn again to face my guitar, leaning down to unzip the casing and reveal my black guitar.

“you’re here early, how come?” Matt strides past me and takes a seat at the drum kit before tapping the base drum a few times.

“Well. You are here before me and this is the last day before the talent show tomorrow, why not?”

“Ah. Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he laughs at his own joke and shakes his head slightly. Before I can respond to it, he chimes in again. “What song today, Alyia?”

I finally take position at my ‘designated seat’ and strum a gentle #C chord. “Uhm...” I drag the m through my pursed lips before muttering. “What one is your weakest?”

“Fuck I don’t know? ‘There she goes?’ I keep going to fast about halfway through the damn song” he grumbles with mild self-deprecation and clicks his tongue against his cheek.

I don’t respond with any words but simply tuning one of my strings and immediately strumming the initial pattern to the song’s melody. I nod my head to keep in beat until matt joins in 10 seconds in with light cymbal taps, finally playing his base with more momentum 5 seconds later.

I enjoyed playing this song a lot more than the rest. Even if it did repeat itself, it only made it harder to mess up the chords. The pace was slow but enough to keep me entertained and created a soothing atmosphere that made me forget about the blisters that were starting to form under the rough skin on my hands from the week’s excessive playing. My arm that relaxed over the body of my guitar allowed me to relax into the song more.

I take a glance up at Matt for what feels like the millionth time this week and I see those same strand of hair as before fall onto his face, he manages to tilt his head and jolt it slightly to flick them back into place without ruining his pace.

I play fast about halfway through the damn song.

Not true. He plays it perfectly; we stay in tune with each other the entire time. Even when I add an extra note or riff to mess with him, he stays on beat.

Weird.

I finish the song with a gentle stroke on my stings with dissipates into the air around us. My eyes meet his again.

The door then swings open with a slam as it hits the brick wall in the same place that I hit it the first time I spoke to Matt.

“Mattyyyy” A voice echoes off those same brick walls which is followed by a groan from behind the other.

I hear Matt sigh once he relaxes from his jump scare. I still recover from mine as my body starts to relax once more. Curiously, I face where the voice came from and two boys enter the room and walk towards Matt, one quicker to hug Matt than the other. I recognize their faces as you can easily match them to Matt’s own expression.

“Hey Chris? What are you doing here...? Matt welcomes him with a side hug, holding his drumsticks in the hand that wraps around his back.

“I told him not to bother you but as per usual… He. Didn’t. Listen.” The third one speaks in a monotone voice through his gritted teeth before he puts his weight on one side of his body.

I stay silent, not wanting to disturb the interaction between the three, just lightly tapping on the edge of the sofa, plucking clump of fabric between our fingers. My guitar still rests upon my thigh, my fingers of my other hand lightly plucking at the strings as it drapes over the body of it.

“Whatttt, I haven’t heard Matt play in forever, he has basically shut himself in here for a week” Chris groans and wipes his hands over his face as he slumps on the third’s shoulder which pushes him to the side.

“Jesus Chris its not that bad, you will hear him more after the talent shows.” He retorts as he pushes Chris’s body weight off of him with both arms.

“Well, it’s nice for you two to show up...” he speaks with a calmer tone than previously as he then hints towards me with a simple head tilt.

Both the two boys turn their bodies in my direction and abruptly pause their sentences. An awkward silence comes over us and I offer a weak smile.

“Oh, my bad, whoops” Chris mutters towards me, becoming a little quieter than before and stepping back towards Matt “Nick, why didn’t you tell me someone else was here dude.”

“As if I fucking knew” Nick sighs as he side-eyes the younger boy. He turns his arms outward before dropping them to his side once more.

“Guys this is Alyia, she is the one who I mentioned who can actually play guitar without making our ears bleed.” Matt points his drumstick at me and waves it in a tight circle while leaning on one of his drums. He hints at me with a sincere smile.

“Uh, hey?” I practically mumble these words to the group of them; they all face me with blank expressions as we grow quiet in unison, the only sounds being the scratch of Chris’s soles on the rough carpet as he shuffles his feet subtly.

A meek wave is given as nick raises his hand to me hesitantly. He looks to Chris and Matt, rolling his eyes as they don’t speak again.

“So, you were the one who scared matt shitless the first time you met?” Nick’s voice fills the awkward silence.

“I mean that’s one way to put it I suppose”

Great introduction Ally

“Guys look, this is nice and all but why are you two here exactly. You are never here this early unless I beg you to join me.” He pauses as he ponders about the situation that he made clear “wait, did Nate drive you here?”

Nick nods his head strongly as does Chris, who has stopped shuffling his feet now.

“Yeah, Nate did give us a lift, and all Nick did was play Melanie the entire 15 minutes. I gave up and put headphones on” Nick then lightly elbow’s Chris in the ribs with gritted teeth, his gaze remains on Matt’s drums.

“Anyway, Miss Ackley is rounding up the bands for a final practice between people for tomorrow, we said we would grab you and bring you there.” His arms cross over each other and he sighs heavily.

“Fuck. This early? Damn, whatever…” A long sigh escapes his lips as he pushes himself up from his previous slouched demeanor. He slicks his hair one last time as he stands up and paces towards his backpack which seems far too empty to contain more than one book, maybe a pencil case if you’re lucky. Perhaps it was because the straps were worn out and tired from previous years. We were seniors after all.

I track his motions with my gaze, watching Matt’s footsteps hit the ground harshly, more so than on average. I can feel the vibrations under my own sneakers.

Both Nick and Chris race ahead of Matt, already leaving the doorway they previously crashed through with energy. However, Matt slacks behind whilst I turn my focus back to my guitar, expecting him to follow suit and walk out.

“You should come watch the show tomorrow, I’d like you to see that our practice wasn’t in vain.” His fingers pick at the chipping wood that hug the door frame.

“You sure? Its not like you needed the practice to begin with.” I raise an eyebrow and let out a breathy laugh for a short moment, which is only interrupted by his words.

“I’m positive. I’d like to see you there for at least one song.” His eyes essentially plead at me as he feigns a pout with his bottom lip, hoping for me to surrender, which I do.

“Fine. One song got it.?”

He salutes at me and pushes himself from the doorway, letting his fingers linger there for as long as he can before he turns the corner. That leaves me sat alone in the music room, which hasn’t been the case since before I met Matt. It feels wrong now.

After a few minutes, the silence becomes too deafening for me to work in so I pack up my equipment and leave the music room in search of the library. I couldn’t work in that silence I once used to wish for every day.  

-

The talent show was never all that important to me, if it was I would more than likely participate in it with my guitar. Matt is the only reason I ever showed up this year. I’ve only known him a week and normally I would just refuse, however, the fact that he is playing and playing well makes me want to go. Finally having someone else that can actually play music is more appealing to a musician than you may think.

-

An alarm blasts from my phone reading 6:15pm.

Shit. I’m running late.

I grab my bag, shoving some basic necessities into it as I exit my room in a hurry and speed down the stairs, skipping a few at a time. I turn the corner of my banister, quickly placing my hands Infront of me to stop myself from crashing into the cream-coloured wall that is now facing me. I use that momentum to push myself towards the front door, grabbing my keys on the way out, letting the door slam behind me.

*Matt pov*

“Hey Quinn, can you help me set up my drums? I got shit to do real quick” I walk offstage and adjust the earbud in my ear slightly, tilting my head as I do so.

“Uh sure? Just give me 5.”

I only respond with a nod from behind having already walked past Quinn whilst I walk to the main dressing room. The hallway echoes with my shoes squeaking as I walk heavily with long strides. People inside immediately perk up and glance to the door that swings open.

“Yo, Nate you coming out or what, I need you backstage on music, we have to start in 10 minutes.” As I talk, I seem rushed and a little stressed with my words; everyone is so nonchalant about the fact that they all have to be ready in 10 minutes and I am the only one currently onstage.

Nate stands up and walks towards me, grabbing my wrist lightly and pulls me out the doorway, the door lightly clicks behind us unlike the crash that I had previously made.

“Dude, you have to understand that this isn’t a theatre or concert. No need to stress, no one cares this much but you.” He jolts his elbow into my rib with a smile on his face.

“Ugh” I groan and roll my eyes, leaning off from Nate’s grip which remained on my wrist. “I know, I know, I just want it to go well. I rarely ever get to show off my drums to anyone, let alone a whole school.”

“Well, I’m ready, go get Martha and Dan and finish setting up. I’ll get my shit turned on now, ‘aight?”

A sigh escapes my lips as I nod my head slowly and separate from Nate, returning to backstage. I feel relief when Martha and Dan wave me over from their positions they take on stage behind the curtain. I take faster strides to my drum kit which is now fully set up and, looking back over my shoulder to see Quinn give me a thumbs up which I appreciatively reciprocate.

Once I take my seat my leg immediately bounces up and down making the floorboards under me creak ever so slightly. My fingers follow the same pattern and start to spin my drumstick meticulously between each finger one at a time circulating my hand repeatedly.

I get a cue from Nate at the side and I immediately force my foot on the bass pedal and strike it steadily. After 8 counts the snare and floor tom got added to my rhythm. By now the curtains have started to open for night and draw to each side. I try and focus on the beat I’m creating but my eyes can only fall to the audience and I start to scan almost instantly. At first, I’m not sure what for but then my brain catches up with itself.

Alyia

Dark Red – Steve Lacy

The steady, rhythmic beating of drums fills the air around me and I concentrate on the flow of my beat. I allow myself to fall further into the base lines I provide and I consistently hit the skin of the drums accordingly. I let my eyes look up to the crowd in front of me. Even though my drums are placed towards the rear of the stage, the lighting hoisted above me, allow me to see each audience member with ease. The lights aren’t harsh however since a slight red tint provided all our eyes with a little more comfort than the original hospital white shade.

Occasional glances flick between the audience and my drums as I attempt to locate Alyia, she never promised me she would attend, I just hoped she had promised herself.

I can’t tell if I am stressed about being on stage for the first time in ages or what but my heart is racing more than my anxiety ever normally causes it to. My hands are slightly clammy but I blame that on how much I’m playing the drums and moving my body.

As my body forces me to look at the audience once more, heads turn to the back of the hall, now facing the right-hand side. I follow suit and glance over in that direction. The side entrance has gently been pushed open and someone has walked through. Their back is turned to me and I momentarily put my concentration back into the music and timings. Curiosity gets the better of me once again and I exhale deeply, slipping my tongue between my lips to wet them briefly and I fix on the door again as I attempt to make out who entered.

My eyes squint as I focus on the person for about ten seconds before I finally realize who it is.

Alyia.

She actually came? I didn’t think she was serious when she agreed to the one song. Granted she was a little late. Nothing I minded at the moment, however.

I see her quickly set eyes on the stage, examining it quickly. I watch her eyes as they fall to my drum kit, lingering on the school logo on the bass drum. She hesitates as her eyes met mine, her expression, inscrutable. I maintain eye contact before I break it to change the pattern of my beats. And by then her own focus changes too.

When I am finally able to take my eyes away from the drums, the song is over. Dan and Martha don’t stay on the stage long enough to even acknowledge the people they had just performed to and they simply wandered off stage. I remain sat down on my stool. I plant my feet flat on the ground and use force to swivel my position back and forth as I drink from a half empty water bottle. I flip the bottle between my hands before I replace it with the quieter options of my sticks which rhythmically spin amongst my first few fingers to the beat of the song in my head – the song I was playing next.

Ride – Twenty One Pilots

I then notice some movement out of the corner and I turn my neck to see a hand waving at me. A confused expression grows on my face as I narrow my eyes off stage. I notice Nate standing next to the singer of who I’m playing for next and a worried expression is visible on the both of them.

A sigh disperses into the air for what seems to be the millionth time tonight and I push myself off my seat, lightly hitting the side of the cymbal with my hip as I brush past.

“What’s going on?” I finally reach where they are and stand closest to Nate, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Jess’s guitar string just snapped.” An exasperated sigh leaves the singers lips as he hands me the broken string from his own palm.

“Shit, uhm...” I inspect the string and based on the thickness I immediately knew it was a D string. My hand lays flat, holding the string in front of me and I hand it back them.

“It’s just a D string, I have spares in my bag, Nate will show you where it is.” I face Nate then nudging his side.

“Uh yeah sure, we will be quick Matt, promise.”

I nod before walking back onto the stage, and back to my stool which now is cold due the lack of body heat. With my legs only being covered in some black, denim shorts it makes me jump back somewhat.

-

After five minutes of delay, the ‘host’ announces the singer and guitarist’s names to the audience. I sigh with relief as I pick back up my drumsticks and get into position.

It’s not long after that I confirm everyone’s set up and intro the next song, after the initial counts of 8 I provide, the guitarist and piano audio that Nate creates joins in with me.

This song starts much more smoothly than the first few songs I played and everyone’s skill set is higher and much more practiced too. My sections are more complex than the last song however, I enjoy the flow and atmosphere enough to ease that stress and relax me.

Halfway through the song, the chorus plays for the second time and my arms relax into the repeated pattern which allows me one more chance to look into the audience. The first people I notice are Nick and Chris. Nick has one of our cameras out, fortunately without the flash on as Chris goofs off next to him which results in Nick jolting his knee into Chris’s. I roll my eyes at them and the pace of the song slows down. The lights dim gradually as we approach the final seconds of the song. My muscles stop tensing since I can play softer and leisurely. A deep breath fills my lungs and glance up into the audience, I instantly meet Alyia’s eyes again and we both smile, mine definitely showing more than I mentally allowed myself to, but I stopped caring quickly when she broke eye contact with a roll of her eyes.

-

My drumsticks finally rest upon the floor tom drum and I’m now sat backstage closest to the audience whilst I pack up my things. I grimace when I feel resistance in my ears from the earbuds I put in 2 hours ago now.

Once everything is packed up, I can only wait until the next song is over until I can leave this heated environment. The only distractions from time that I had were quick exchanges with two people I previously performed with, my bottle clattering on the floor next to me and another mini staring contest with Alyia that I ended this time.

-

“Finally.” I mutter when the host begins their ending comments to the night, I hold my coat between my arm and ribs and swing my backpack onto my right arm, praying my bottle didn’t fall out again when I rushed down the side platform.

My eyes close themselves, only opening again when a tug on my shirt wakes me up. I stop walking and turn my head around with an initially confused expression.

“So, you invite me out here and you don’t even say hi, Matthew” The girl in front of me is finally in a clearer view with all the main lights turned on and a lack of distance between us. I study her outfit momentarily which consisted of low-rise navy jeans; a cropped purple star tee, barely covering her bra straps; a white overhanging beanie and a bunch of small accessories around her neck, wrist and fingers.

“Alyia... hey.” I snap out of my stare as I look down at my air forces which shuffle around on the floor.

“I gotta say, I’m happy you came”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut

[your-local-hoemie]

Hi! Can i request childe and zhongli (seperate) coming home to his beloved overworked and slumped over her desk?

Omg I get to write geo papi :D watch me work my brain juices for ya!

Warnings: fluffffff, a tiny bit of angst in childes if you squint again because I can’t help myself, Concerned boys, not proof-read, established relationships, gn! Reader (I know you said “her” in the request but I wanna keep it gn for everyone’s enjoyment if that’s ok aaaaaa.)

Characters: Childe, Zhongli

No I didn’t get carried away hahaha….hah

···

Childe~

He doesn’t understand at first lmfao

Mans constantly working so like? Isn’t this normal??

Honestly you might be helping him stop for a bit too

Gets very concerned :(

Might think you’ve died for a split second

Once he realised you’re fine he’ll make sure you’re moved to a comfier place like the bed or couch

Try to protest. I dare you.

He’ll probably arrange for one of his subordinates to complete any work you had left just to make sure you can rest

I also dare anyone to protest against a harbinger for finishing your work :)

You had been assigned a bunch of documents from Yanfei to go over after being transferred to her for extra work experience in Liyue before officially graduating.

At first your couldn’t be more optimistic about the workload telling yourself that it’s all worth it in the long run after years of studying law!

That lasted maybe a good four days before the lack of sleep and neglect to eat and drink properly started kicking in.

Raising your head you looked up from the paperwork checking the time. 4:30am. Groaning you raked your fingers through your hair, dragging them down your face trying to keep yourself grounded.

But much to your dismay no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open and your head free of fatigue, your body decided to finally take charge and before you can even protest, your head lowered to the table as your heavy eyes finally closed and took the rest they needed.

Meanwhile your beloved boyfriend, childe. Eleventh of the fatui harbingers, had finally got home after endless hours of his own work as a “toy maker”. He never told you about his true occupation, always worried it would put you in harms way or make you scared of him.

Opening the door to your house, making his way up to your bedroom he didn’t actually expect to see you awake being so early in the morning so when he saw the bed untouched and you nowhere in sight he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a twinge of dread run down his spine.

“Babe? Where are you?”

Picking up his pace he’d hurry around the house opening each door, his bow appearing in his hand from anxiety.

Reaching the finally room of your home he swung the door open only to find you slumped over your desk surrounded by paperwork.

Almost running over to your side he dropped to his knee’s placing his hand on your back almost like you’d break under his touch he softly shook you taking comfort in feeling your soft, deep breaths under his touch.

“Hmm? Childe?”

Raising your head groggily you look at your boyfriend for a moment trying to piece together the situation while rubbing your still heavy, sleepy eyes.

“Archons Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack! Why aren’t you asleep In bed!?”

Giggling sleepily you tried your best to explain the situation all while still feeling the heavy pull of sleep in your body not noticing the soft, if not concerned smile appearing across his face.

Letting out a sigh he gathered you in his arms lifting you up with ease, he carried you to the bedroom placing you down on the bed before pulling you tightly into his arms kissing your forehead.

“No more work for you love”

You were pretty confused to later find out you somehow still managed to finish all the paperwork before passing out even though you swore there was still a pile to go through~

Zhongli~

Oh he already knew.

You thought you were slick? You fool.

From the moment he laid eyes on the workload given to you all the way to your first yawn

He knew

He’d try to make it easier on you, knowing your stubbornness

Brings you fruit and tea every so often

Don’t be surprised if you get a nice back massage too~

Once he thinks it’s gone on for far too long he will take action and there won’t be a damn thing you can do

He’s a ex god. Come on.

If he thinks you should rest then you’re gonna rest

To bed with you

Lots of cuddles and head pats! Maybe even humming if he thinks it’ll help you relax

He won’t do your work for you, he doesn’t have the heart to risk ruining your hard work but he will help you if you seem like you’re struggling!

Much to no one’s surprise, Hu Tao had ever so kindly managed to gather a ever increasing collection of complaints from the citizens of Liyue from her persistent shenanigans that you’d be hard pushed not to find at least a little disturbing, leaving you to deal with the mountain on papers to sort through.

The moment zhongli caught wind of what had been keeping you so occupied from your routine walk through the harbour he was irritated to say the least.

After having a word with Hu Tao that was borderline passive aggressive he immediately stopped by the market picking up the best fruit he could find (much to Childe’s dismay) along with your favourite snacks.

Meanwhile you had enclosed yourself in your office, pondering your life choices while using all the strength you had to stay focused.

How long has it been since you started? When was the last time you ate? Questions hardly noticeable floated around the back of your mind as you intently ignored the pangs in your stomach and the worsening migraine growing across your head.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you finish reading a particularly rude letter sent in only to turn the page over by chance just to see that the paragraphs contained on the other side.

Finally snapping under the stress you lay your head down in defeat on the desk, tears threatening to run from your eyes and soak the papers under your head as you feel your body take over and force you to close them at last.

It wasn’t too long before you woke up in a mild state of panic before noticing a plate of beautifully arranged fruit, a warm cup of tea sitting beside you and a blanket draped over your aching back.

“Ah, you have finally awoken. Forgive me dear but I couldn’t bring myself to wake you from your much needed slumber so I took the liberty to prepare you some food”

God I love writing his funky little words

“Zhongli? H-how long have you been there?? What time is it!?”

“Hush now. No need to get worked up over such trivial things, you still have plenty of time to continue your work but I must remind you that rest and recuperation is an essential part to such dealings”

With that you find him dragging a chair next to you. letting out a deep chuckle he turned you towards him gentle pushing your head down to his lap as his fingers stroked through strands of hair. (If you’re bald then just ignore this part💀)

“Rest for now my dear, I shall assist you in this mess when you have recovered”

Not daring to protest against his authoritative tone, you close your eyes feeling your body melt at his touch.

Maybe a little rest wouldn’t hurt after all~

Bruh writing in zhongli’s fancy words is so fun I feel so sophisticated *sticks pinkie out and sips tea*

#genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin x gn reader #genshin boyfriend scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #genshin #zhongli #zhongli x reader #childe #childe x reader #zhongli scenarios #childe scenarios

[whatdoidosatoru]

First Date (Keisuke Baji x OC) chapter 1

PART 1 of The Only Exception

experimental emo!baji fic (Baji x OC that's just reader but with a name because i'd rather shoot myself than write y/n)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

Both, Baji and OC are into alternative music and I've tried to not describe OC physically so she can be anyone :)

pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader

word count: 7.2k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I don't know how to tag but here goes nothing: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, face-fucking, penetrative sex, bathroom sex, slight asshole!baji, fem!reader

The met at a night club and turn it into a whole thing, songs to go with the story:

𝆕 Playlist

18 - Anarbor

First Date - blink-182

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

The River - Good Charlotte

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Cherrypie - Warrant

Rebel Love song - Black Veil Brides

The day of the event finally came. I’d been looking forward to Emo Nite for almost a month now, ever since my best friend called me screaming that the new date had been announced. You’d think being in university with the event manager would help stifle the excitement over it since we could get any information about it whenever we wanted, but it’d been months since the two of us had gone out anywhere. It was the only thing on my mind as I dragged myself through my lectures, 3 pm could not have come any sooner. Finally, as the last lecture of the day came to an end, I started packing up my notes, trying to figure out what I was going to wear. 

My apartment was a short walk away from the university, the club, and our favourite gym, therefore this entire day was made that much easier as I didn’t have to depend on public transportation to get anywhere. 

Just as I opened the front door to my place that I shared with my best friend and roommate, I was attacked by my favourite playlist blasting from her room, the playlist I had made for her to get in the zone for these kinds of parties, all consisting of the music I had got moaned at for listening to in my teens. It very obviously was not a phase, mom. 

“You should put on 3OH!3” I let myself into her room.

“I don’t know what that means!!” She was frantically going through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

“Give me the phone, trust me,” I said with a wink.

I clicked on the song and noticed some of my own clothes strewn over her bed, evidence that both of us currently had the same issue to decide on. I loved showing her the music I u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ listen to as she never got to experience peak emo and scene culture in the town where she grew up. 

“What the fuck kind of line is ‘I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’”

“Mai, don’t question peak songwriting. It’s iconic.” 

She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was enjoying it. 

It was my turn to cook so I got to work preparing food for both of us before a well-deserved rest. Since I’d never been good at estimating the amount of rice needed for two people, there was now a full pot of leftovers that I promptly put away while cleaning up. 

The music blasting from Mai’s room was making me dance around the kitchen and postponing the tiredness I’d felt ever since opening my eyes in the morning. To take advantage of that burst of energy, I cleaned up all surfaces in the kitchen and dining room, giving Mai a break from her turn for cleaning that day, and moved on to the bathroom, where I made sure everything looked decent enough not to put me into a slump when we wake up the next day. Satisfied with the work, it was time to take a short nap before going to the gym. 

“Maybe this was a mistake, maybe we were too ambitious to plan to go out after the gym.” My friend complained on the way home.

“Well, maybe you should’ve done a low-intensity set like me like I told you! Because I’m feeling great!”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

“You’re 22! I dread to think how you’ll feel when you’re 80.”

She just stuck her tongue out at me in response. 

Both of us felt rejuvenated after a shower and it was high time to start getting dressed and doing our makeup. The playlist was back on and so was the random singing and shouting. I decided on a black blink-182 top, black jeans that are so ripped that I put fishnets on underneath, and an oversized denim jacket over the top.

The guitar pick necklace matched the t-shirt and all that was left was to put a fuck ton of eyeliner on. I went into Mai’s room to check on her and, damn, she looked incredible. She’d fit right in with her shorts, completely ripped black tights, Linkin Park t-shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped tightly around her waist. I wolf-whistled.

“Not sure I can let you out like that, Mai.”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too much? Oh no it’s too much isn’t it…”

“Hell no I’m just thinking of the best way to swat people away when they start swarming you.”

She smirked at the comment “You look just like you did in your old photos…just with better hair.”

“Please don’t remind me, I can still smell the hair spray.”

We sat on the floor and started doing our makeup, occasionally changing songs on her speakers and cracking stupid jokes. When we were done it was around 10 pm and Mai insisted on taking photos before leaving. My eyeliner sort of matched her plaid shirt, big black wings with red lines underneath, on my inner corners, and slicing through my eyebrows. On the lips, I opted for black-red ombre lipstick hoping it doesn’t transfer onto my cup of whatever I chose to drink. 

The walk to the club was pleasant as it wasn’t too cold or too hot. With those last breaths of fresh air of the night, we walked in and found our names on the list to be let inside. The space wasn’t very big, but it had only a few open windows so I felt sweat dripping down my back almost as soon as we got to the dance floor. Waving at the DJ and the event manager, we made our way to the bar. Mai started flirting with the bartender and I really had to respect the swiftness with which she got her first free drink of the night.

I grabbed my extortionately priced can of Red Bull and a straw and headed to the floor. There was quite a big crowd of people on one end of the room so we danced our way to the other side. The big reason why I loved going out with Mai is that she left all her shyness at home and sang from the top of her lungs even if her words were wrong. I, on the other hand, had to be broken out of my shell every time. 

After a while, having gotten comfortable with a big crowd of people all around us, I started noticing familiar faces walking in. Some of Mai’s friends from one of her lectures were there and we very quickly joined them in carving out some space for our group on the dancefloor. I could feel the makeup melting and everyone was getting water to freshen up so I decided to venture out to find the nearest toilet. Mai followed me out and kept singing as we walked past a group of guys, one of whom nearly knocked me into the wall.

“Watch it, assholes!” She shouted after them as I was regaining balance.

There was broken glass stuck in the soles of my vans and I could feel it scrape the floor as I walked on. 

“I swear some people don’t understand the concept of personal space, are you okay?” her worrying was adorable.

“Yeah, I just have to pick out the glass from my soles now. He didn’t even apologise, did he?”

“Nah, that’s okay I’ll find him back inside and feed him my fist though, don’t you worry.” I laughed as she pretended to punch the hand dryer. We tried to dab some sweat off of our faces with toilet paper but soon gave up as it would probably build up as soon as we stepped back into the room. Heading back, my favourite song came on and I had to sprint to get back to our group and share my excitement with others. 

“I really fucking love this song!” I shouted into someone’s ear, only to realise it was not one of my people, but the very asshole that pushed me in the hallway minutes before, along with his friends. He looked me up and down and, smirking like I was a child expressing their enjoyment of an animated film, chuckled “Good for you”.

I turned to find Mai, but she had already seen the interaction and followed what happened with raised eyebrows. 

“Was that…”

“Someone that still needs to get punched for being a dick? Yeah that’s the guy.”

“Mai, he’s hot. Why didn’t you tell me he was this hot! I would’ve pushed myself to save him the trouble of doing it himself if he needed me to!”

“I can’t hear half the words you just said and I don’t think I want to. You’re too sexually frustrated for your own good.”

Still I couldn’t stop picturing his face as he looked me up and down. Did he like what he saw? Did he find me cringe? Did he realise I was the person he pushed? I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of adorable fangs in his mouth, was he one of those weirdos that wore fake fangs to emo events?

Mai dragged me to the bar to get another drink, but I kept scanning the room to find the asshole vampire guy. With a new can in hand, I went towards the DJ to talk to the event manager. She was a really cool girl I had met waiting for our professor to start the lecture because both of us wore the same band t-shirt. Ever since she started organising these parties, Mai and I have been on the list and stayed until the very end of the party. 

“What’s wrong? You never not sing along to Ocean Avenue,” Hana waved in front of my face. Mai chuckled and told her I was just too horny to function. 

“Who’s the target tonight?” Hana asked with a massive grin.

“That long-haired asshole next to the bar,” Mai pointed towards him and his group of friends, all of them with drinks in their hands and not really dancing or looking like they were there for the music.

They kept talking while I made my way back out of the room to get some air and space to think. When someone stood next to where I was crouching, I assumed it was Mai trying to get me back inside.

“Sorry about pushing you earlier,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Mai’s said.

I looked up and was greeted by a pair of bronze eyes and a serious face framed by long black hair. Leaning on the wall with hands in his pockets, it was Asshole Vampire from before. The one I couldn’t stop looking for in the crowd, now he stood next to me where I could hear him better. I quickly stood up and swayed a little from getting up too fast. 

“I didn’t think you even noticed someone falling and stepping on glass because of you.” My voice was vibrating from screaming along with the music earlier.

“I know it’s not really an excuse, but I tried to get back as soon as possible to hear the song that was playing. I love Black Veil Brides.” He chuckled and looked down.

I looked him over, he was wearing a white button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, black jeans, and black Converse. His hair was long and shiny, falling forward nonchalantly. 

“I will say that just might be a good enough reason, I’ll try to call off the hit I put on you.” I tried sounding casual despite the fact that he was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth of his body.

“That would be great, thanks. You have a good music taste, apparently. Good Charlotte is one of my favourite bands.”

I looked at him and blushed, that meant he definitely knew it was me shouting in his ear earlier.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone I knew.”

He looked amused, “I’m Keisuke. Now I’m also someone you know.”

I shook his hand, trying to secretly admire his beautiful long fingers. “Yuna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I’ve never managed to get my friends to come with me before, and I’m not the type to go out to clubs by myself.”

“Well, I hope you get them to come next time as well, I’ve been to every Emo Nite and they’re always amazing. I’m friends with the event manager as well.” Wow shut up, I thought to myself, who gives a shit. 

“They’re not really into the same music, that’s why we’re just standing there like statues. Just observing. Like a bunch of creeps.”

That made me shiver a bit. Was I actually holding a conversation with this guy? If only Mai could see me now…she’d probably run over to punch Keisuke in the face. 

“I get it, luckily, my friend is discovering this music now and likes it, I’ve been into it since I was probably 10.”

“Ahhh, the right age to sing about all the greatest pains in life, back before you even knew what the real world was.” He stared ahead like he knew that pain now.

“Yeah, but it’s been 12 years since then, and it’s still my day-to-day music.”

“You’re 22 then?” He looked back at me, “Are you from around here? We could’ve been in the same year..”

“I moved here for university.” Okay great, he was my age and he had the same music taste. I couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like…

“You know I can see you staring at my lips, right?” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself having caught me staring.

“Hm? Oh…yeah. You’re insanely gorgeous, sorry,” I cringed at myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? May as well go get Mai and head home, there is no way I could enjoy my night after this. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “Likewise, I didn’t get a very good look at you inside, but now that I can see you properly, I’m really glad I came out to check on you.”

Wait, what? “Check on me?”

“It seemed like you were unwell, and when you headed out I wanted to make sure you didn’t collapse or something,” he shrugged. My heart started pounding, he was looking at me inside? He worried about me? He wanted to help me? Woah. 

“That’s very kind, coming from the guy who almost flattened me with the wall.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”

“Maybe,” I smiled at him, “unless you make it up to me.”

He turned to face me completely.

“Well, how about we head back inside to enjoy some music together, and you think of a way for me to me it up to you?”

I took in his gorgeous jawline and the canines peeking through his lips.

“Lead the way, Keisuke.”

We went back inside, I immediately started scanning the crowd for Mai or Hana. They waved me over to them and I grabbed Keisuke’s hand to lead him to them. Mai’s eyes went wide and I knew we were going to have to talk about this later.

“Keisuke, this is Mai, my best friend, and that’s Hana, she organised this event,” I shouted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his hair.

Mai looked him up and down and Hana shook his hand. I was pleading with Mai with my eyes not to beat the shit out of him right then and there, signalling that I didn’t want him dead.

“I’m going to stay over at Hana’s tonight, if that’s okay with you, Yuna.” Hana turned to her with questions in her eyes, but Mai pinched her arm and smiled at her. 

Was she trying to give me some kind of a signal? Keisuke looked between us, all I could do was just nod and go dance. It seemed too convenient that the next song that was playing was a slow one. Keisuke grabbed my hand, “I assume you want to dance to blink-182,” he nodded at my t-shirt and necklace. 

I couldn’t believe it. We’d been dancing for several songs now, surprisingly, he’s actually got rhythm. Mai decided to stay with Hana and not come back for me, which normally never happens. It was always the two of us against everyone in the room. Maybe she saw the tension between Keisuke and me - wait…was there tension between Keisuke and me? He was looking down at me and smiling most of the time, save for when he was belting out to the music. Especially when both of us were singing the wrong lyrics to Fall Out Boy. After a while, he dragged me to the hallway to speak to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at me intensely. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you live nearby?”

This wasn’t weird, right? To the rational part of my brain, it sounded like a bad idea, but I’d been imagining what his lips would feel like on my neck for a good part of the night. 

“Yeah, walking distance,” As soon as I said that he leaned down and caught my lips with his. I reached for his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and I could smell his shampoo as his hair fell to tickle my face. There was a low vibration in the back of his throat. When he broke the kiss he looked into my eyes like he was trying to read them. I could get lost just staring at his face. He smiled and took my hand, “Lead the way, Yuna.”

I fumbled around my pockets trying to text Mai while he let his friends know he wasn’t going home with them. It seemed like a fortunate coincidence that Mai was staying over at Hana’s tonight.

Yunaaaaasty, 01:28

i’m going home with vampire guy, am i making the biggest mistake of my life?

Mai Darling, 01:29

thought so :) why did you think i made Hana let me stay over?

Yunaaaaasty, 01:29

you’re a mastermind and i owe you for this

Mai Darling, 01:30

oh yes you do but honestly it’s not as fun singing i’m not okay without you <3333

just let me know if you’re dead or alive in the morning so i can alert the police kbye have fun ;)

I looked up as Keisuke reached for my hand, his grip was so warm it immediately made my heart jump. I could feel warmth pooling in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen in just a few short minutes. Keisuke kept asking me questions about my life on our way there, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was so curious if this was to be only a one-time thing. Maybe he was trying to determine if I was a psycho killer of some sort…or maybe he was? Oh well, he was so gorgeous I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant having some fun with him beforehand. 

We walked up the stairs and he started kissing behind my ear. My skin felt tight in anticipation of his touch and I felt myself shiver as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

“You’re distracting me, I’m trying to get us inside at least,” I chuckled at him.

“How long does it normally take you to unlock your front door?”

“Hey it’s difficult finding the key in this mess of keychains, now I have you making me thinking about uhhh…other things as well.”

He moved to my lips and nipped at my bottom lip. “Oh and what is it that I’m making you think about?” There is no way I was saying that out loud outside my apartment, so I just pushed the door open and dragged him inside after me.

~

I started taking my denim jacket off all the while not breaking the kiss and leading him to my bedroom. I shut the door and clumsily shook off my Vans, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me with hungry eyes, his hands travelling along my hips and up to my breasts. Luckily, the fairy lights around my bed frame were left on so I could see his eyes as he was drinking in the lust in my eyes. When he shrugged off his shirt, he started unbuttoning my jeans and pushed me toward my desk, still messy with my coursework and at least four dictionaries and other heavy tomes. I broke the kiss to put the books away when he chuckled, “Damn, I was kind of hoping to knock it over in the heat of the moment and eat you out on top of the desk,” As hot as that would’ve been, this was the product of a month of research and hard work and it deserved to be put away safely.

“If I hadn’t spent all my sanity working on this paper I would say yes.”

“Can I still eat you out at least?” I felt my knees threatening to give out, why was his saying that so damn hot? 

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth and started to peel my fishnets off when he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“Keep them on,” his breathy voice rolled into my ear, “but how attached are you to those panties?”

This confused me, but he already grabbed the fabric of my underwear and started ripping them on the side and casting them away. He lifted me up and put me on top of my desk, now trailing his mouth down my torso to where my panties were a few seconds ago. His large hands ripped the crotch of my tights and started putting his hair up into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed the hair tie that had been around his wrist until he took it off and held it with his teeth.

My head spun when he lowered his lips to my heat and started to lick long strokes between the folds. Leaning back on my hands, I let out a breathy moan that made him chuckle into me and start sucking on my clit.

“Oh my..Keisuke yes,” I couldn’t keep it in anymore, his tongue swirled all around the most sensitive area and when I looked down at his face his eyes were set on me, as if he needed to make sure I was coming undone. As if my moans and hitched breaths weren’t enough of a sign, he needed to see it with his own eyes. 

My hand went to the base of his ponytail to bring him closer to me, as I did so it felt like he dug in with an even stronger intensity than before. I was nearing my peak when he inserted a finger inside me. I could feel his lips spreading into a smile when he saw my reaction like he was saving that move until the end.

“Let go, Yuna. If you cum on my tongue now I’ll let you ride me.” That was all that was needed to push me over the edge and make me shake with pleasure while his hand held me down on the desk. 

He got up and pulled my t-shirt off, slowly unbuckling my bra and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Keisuke let his hair back down and started pulling my hair into a ponytail, tying it with his hair tie. I pushed him onto my bed and crawled up to his crotch, pulling his jeans down as he pushed his Converse off his feet.

When I pulled down his boxers I was met with his hard cock slapping his abdomen and, looking up into his eyes, gave the head an experimental lick. His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes so I took it as a sign to continue. 

Keisuke let out the sweetest moan when I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, one hand on his shaft, the other on the balls. With long, circular motions, my tongue slid all over his cock, licking off any drops of precum it dripped.

His balls were in my hand, softly being massaged, causing him to huff and moan softly. His hand reached for my hair and grabbed it to lead me how he wanted me. He held me in place as his hips thrust up. As his thrusts got more and more frantic, my throat had had enough, so I released his balls from my hand and grabbed the hand that was holding my ponytail signalling I needed a break.

He released me and dragged me up to his face to kiss me, but I had to get things moving to get him inside of me as soon as possible. 

Leaning over to my bedside table, I pushed aside my phone and Polaroid camera, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and turned on some music, “Alexa, play Oh My Word It’s Happening playlist.” When the first song started playing, he let out a laugh,

“Really, First Date?” 

“Hey, I want to make this night last forever, okay?”

I handed him the condom and straddled his abdomen, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Keisuke’s hair was spread over the pillow like a dark halo, framing his beautiful face, I almost forgot how to breathe. His hands were trailing along my thighs, still covered with fishnet tights, as I positioned myself above his hard cock, slowly lowering myself down, his eyes rolling back and filthy moans escaping his soft lips.

When I sunk fully onto his cock, I couldn’t help myself but let out a high-pitched moan which seemed to wake him from the bliss he was in. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce myself on him. The thickness that spread my walls made me feel full, and each thrust scratched an impossible itch inside me. When Keisuke started grunting with each thrust I knew he was nearing his peak. I reached to rub my clit with one hand, but he swiftly knocked it aside and replaced it with his own. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and let out all the pent-up pressure from my throat as I came all over his dick, he followed soon after with an animalistic moan and stopped thrusting. 

He looked spent and let go of my hips, I needed to burn the image of him lying underneath me into the insides of my eyelids. I reached over to grab my camera,

“Do you mind if I take one of you?” I motioned with the camera. He gave me a small smile,

“Is this some kind of a psycho killer trophy you’re collecting?”I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Maybe, but I want to remember this.” He nodded with a blissful smile, so I looked through a viewfinder and pushed the button. Putting the camera aside, I got off of him and lay next to him, gently taking the condom off and launching it into the bin.

~

“I feel obligated to mention that I’ve never done this before,” He raised his eyebrow at my comment, causing me to correct myself, “I mean, I’ve never brought someone home like this, especially after just meeting them.” He was tracing shapes on my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

“Me neither,” he admitted, “I’m still not convinced you’re not some psycho killer taking advantage of young men, taking salacious photos of them, and then disposing of their corpses in the nearby bushes.” I just had to laugh at the notion,

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this scenario, are you sure you’re not the murderer?” He leaned over to place a kiss on my shoulder,

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Looking over at him, I took in his loose hair, now messy and half-resting on my pillows.

“Honestly, after this, I think I would gladly let you kill me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.” When Keisuke pulled me closer to him, resting his hand on my hip, I swear I could have floated away.

After some conversation that sounded way too casual considering the way we had just made each other feel, I heard Keisuke’s stomach rumble so I offered to get him some food and dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen. He managed to put his boxers back on while I put on my pyjama top and we made way to investigate the food situation. 

“I’ve got some leftovers from today, I mean, I guess it’s technically yesterday now.” I pulled out the tub with leftover fried rice and chicken and stuck it into the microwave while he inspected the fridge door that was littered with polaroids of Mai and me, some from our work with other coworkers, some of us cuddling her cats from back home, some of our birthday and end-of-exams parties, and others of my old dance group from different competitions we attended.

“You have cats?” He seemed really interested in all individual photos.

“Ah, no, those are Mai’s parents’ cats. They live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of animals, unfortunately, we couldn’t get any of her pets here when we moved in,” I pointed at another photo of me with a big black labrador sitting on the beach, “That’s my dog, but he lives with my parents, as I’m too busy to take care of a dog right now.” He nodded and looked over a few more photos before stepping towards me and pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. 

At that moment the microwave beeped and I went to grab the food and plate it up. We ate standing in the kitchen, neither of us feeling inclined to move away from each other. Keisuke was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days,

“I think you need to slow down,” I said with a smirk.

“This is amazing, I can’t stop,” he said with his mouth full.

When he was done, he started to put the plates into the dishwasher and I offered him something to drink. With him in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to wipe my makeup off, noticing the lipstick hadn’t transferred at all. Keisuke appeared behind me when I had taken off most of the makeup and started touching my ass. Luckily I didn’t put any underwear on, remembering how he ripped the pair I wore earlier. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at his gentle caresses. He seemed entranced by my skin and started making his way towards my bare heat. Gently rubbing my sensitive lips, he elicited soft moans from my lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and he returned my smile,

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I loved seeing you with  the makeup, but this,” he reached for my cheek with his hand, the other one still rubbing my pussy, “is incredible.” 

He grabbed my face and kissed it, making me moan into his mouth which made him change his approach and sink a finger inside of me. He groaned when my walls sucked his finger in, adding another and hooking them to hit the most sensitive spot inside. My legs started shaking with pleasure, which seemed to amuse him enough to giggle and move to stand right behind me, spreading my legs.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Keisuke whispered, “but you’re making me feel feral, like no amount of touching you will ever be enough,” his voice was making me wet with desire.

“Feral? We can do it like they do it on the Discovery channel then,” I invited him for another round. I opened one of the drawers under the sink and passed him a condom, causing him to chuckle,

“Very convenient.” 

“We like to be prepared,” he aligned his once again hard cock with my entrance and pushed in, throwing his head back in pleasure, my back arching to get a better angle, still holding the edges of the sink. He pushed into me until I couldn’t take any more and gasped loudly. He stopped and started pulling out and pushing back in, only up to the point I could handle. This angle made hitting the sensitive spot so much easier, it made me gasp and whine with every single one of his thrusts. His hands were squeezing my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded on this Earth. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas, pulling me apart from the inside.

I threw my head back and Keisuke took the opportunity to grab my jaw and pull me towards his face. He was grunting into my ear and kissing my neck, I was certain I wouldn’t last much longer. 

With his teeth, he scraped along my neck. With a cry, I creamed on his cock, which only seemed to make him go faster and harder. “Good girl, hold on tight,” he whispered into my ear, letting go of my jaw and instead holding the base of my ponytail as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life. One of his hands snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, sending me into another orgasm, this one louder than the last.

Never breaking pace, he chuckled and smacked my ass three times before returning both his hands on my ass, pulling me into his hips repeatedly.

“Faster Keisuke, please!” I cried out, and he obliged. Soon after that I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I started crying out his name again, he moaned into my hair and finished, slowing his thrust leading us both through our orgasms. Once he stopped, our eyes locked in the mirror once more, I didn’t know if I had it in me to smile at him. His cock slid out of me and he took off the condom and threw it away, spinning me around to kiss me with all the energy he had left. I had half a mind to thank him, but I couldn’t form words anymore, I just grabbed his hand and led him back into my bedroom, cuddling into him on the bed. 

~

“Yuna?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning around to face him, I caressed his face, taking in his loose hair, soft eyes, slightly protruding canines, and soft lips. I wanted to look at him forever, there’s something arresting about his face making me incapable of looking away. 

“Why do you ask?” Was he overthinking this whole night? Is he trying to make me start kicking him out so he doesn’t have to make the first move?

“You haven’t said a word since…since we fucked in the bathroom.” His tone was that of worry. 

“I think… you may have taken every ounce of energy that I had saved for conversation,” I said with a giggle, “I came twice before that, and then three times in the bathroom. A girl needs to breathe and rest.”

His smile returned, lighting his face up, I just had to close the distance between us and kiss him softly. 

“How are you feeling?” I wondered, gently caressing his arm.

“Completely empty. I feel like all my worries and stress just,” he made a floating gesture with his hand, “disappeared.” 

“I think we both deserve some sleep, don’t you agree?”

He looked into my eyes as if to read them again, then rolled me over, pressed me into his form, and softly whispered good night.

I grabbed my phone only to be met with a few messages from Mai:

Mai Darling, 2:30

hope you’re not dead because Hana said there’s another party in 2 weeks and she’ll kill us if we don’t come

Mai Darling, 3:15

ok you’re either dead and i have to clean up the apartment of your blood or you’re still fucking and i hope to everything holy it’s the latter and i don’t have to get the blood out of the carpet

Mai Darling, 4:45

i’m gonna choose to believe you’re so fucked out you can’t even pick up your phone. get it girl. Message me when you can though

Yunaaaaasty, 5:20

alive but barely. came five times. hurts my brain to think we have work today. see you soon.

Mai Darling, 5:21

YESSSSSSSS i knew that little bastard had it in him…or more accurately he had it in you! ;)

i’m home around 9, prepare the report and i’m making us some coffee for that piping hot tea

What a weirdo. My eyelids closed to the soft sound of Keisuke’s light snores. 

~

With a start, my eyelids flew open to quickly switch off the alarm before it woke up Keisuke. With a groan, he flipped over to his back, hand reaching over to try and locate his phone. He sat up to rummage through the pile of clothes we left on the floor to fish it out of his pocket. 

“Ah, shit. I have work in a few hours,” he looked over at me and smiled, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t stay a tiny bit longer. That is, if you want me here?” His eyes were full of hope.

I pulled him towards me and caught him in a kiss, his hand started wandering underneath the sheets, grabbing my boobs, hips, thighs, pulling me closer. Every time he squeezed me a moan escaped my mouth into his, which seemed to make him more eager each time.

His hands travelled down to my pussy and started to softly spread my folds, ghosting over my clit with each move. In an attempt to get more friction, I started to roll my hips on his hand, desperately trying to unravel the bundle of tension already forming in my belly. He smirked and probed my entrance with a finger, catching the gasp coming out of my mouth with his own. 

I was already reaching back into the drawer to fish out another condom, expecting another round, when his mouth left mine to trail kisses and nibbles down my neck to my collarbone while his other hand was holding my neck. Am I getting into this? His hands are so pretty that I kind of want them around my neck for a little longer. 

“How are you so amazing at this?” I squeezed out between moans. He chuckled, “It’s a curse.”

“Then please curse me again.”

His head snapped up and we locked eyes. Grabbing the condom from my hand he got in my face, “Only because you asked me nicely, gorgeous.”

This time his thrusts were slower, towering over me, leaning on his elbows, his hair fell into my face, smelling of his shampoo and my perfume mixed together. Citrusy and sweet. I hoped the pillow he had slept on kept the scent a little bit longer. His eyes were focused on my face, following every hitched breath as he hit my sensitive spot with every move.

My insides squeezed his length with the desire to keep him inside a bit longer, the slow and lazy motions we were going through seemed very fitting with the chilly morning air coming in through the open window. As fast and rough as last night’s sex was, this morning’s sex was gentle, careful, and deliberate. My hands were firmly planted on his back, nails scratching slowly. I was soon brought to my peak again, this time it wasn’t sudden and needy, but slow and sure. 

“Keisuke I’m close,” I moaned right into his ear, which seemed to set off something in him as his pupils dilated and his movements became needier. Like he’ll drop through the ground into the centre of the Earth if he doesn’t chase our orgasms. 

“Say it again,” he squeezed out through his moans.

“Keisuke! I’m so close, keep it going please!”

“More,” his voice was desperate, his eyes were squeezed shut with concentration.

“Please I need you, Keisuke! You feel so good, you’re making me cum!”

With a cry, we finished in sync and he dropped on top of me, barely breathing just like me. He pulled out slowly and discarded the condom, pushing his hair back from his face. 

“How many times was that?” 

“This was my sixth, but it felt more intense than the ones before.”

The look on his face was that of beaming pride and bliss. “Not bad for one night,” he said with a wink, “but I’m afraid I have to get going if I want to at least shower before work.”

“Where do you work?” Considering how much we talked throughout the night, I didn’t get this important piece of information. Sure, now I knew what his life goals were, how old he was when he broke his first tooth, and how many bikes he had crashed in his childhood, but somehow his place of employment hadn’t popped up.

“Pet zone. The one next to the main square.” He raked his fingers through his hair, leaving me in awe of his lean body and toned arms. He started putting his clothes back on, so I got up to find a new pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt. 

Now that we were both dressed, we met in the middle of the room with another deep kiss, this time he pulled me into a hug. Huh, we had fucked 3 times and I fed him, but we just hugged for the first time. I could’ve just melted in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking made me step away and see him to the door. 

Mai walked in with a big smile on her face and a bag of groceries.

“Good morning sleepyhead, time to start on breakfast!” She said with too much energy for both of us. 

“Actually, I have to get going or I won’t make it to work,” with a quick kiss to my lips, he started for the door.

Mai turned to him as if wondering what he was still doing there.

“Okay, great seeing you, Kazuki,” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, Mirei.”

She frowned slightly, “It’s Mai.”

He smirked, “It’s Keisuke.” He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

Mai turned to me with a grin, “I like him, he can take a joke. Right,” she clapped her hands, marching into the kitchen, “I’m making coffee, you’re getting ready to spill everything. Apart from the coffee, of course.”

With sleep still in my eyes, I made for my bedroom to put the books and papers back onto the desk and let some more air in, since the whole room smelled of sex. As I raked through my hair, I realised his hair tie was still in my hair, I wondered if he left it with me on purpose.

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I’ll Be Waiting (Thomas Shelby x Time Traveler! Reader)

I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE HOW TO WRITE FOR TOMMY. I'VE ONLY SEEN CLIPS ON YOUTUBE. I'VE YET TO WATCH PEAKY BLINDERS SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. ALSO, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER x READER FIC FOR A CILLIAN CHARACTER.

Warnings: I don't know how to write time travel fics so this is gonna be long. I also don't know how to write Tommy. So, enjoy.

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I had a strange memory from when I was nine years old where I made friends with some kids I never saw again. My parents decided that for winter break, we would visit England for a farmer’s market. I found it boring at such a young age that I ran off when my parents weren’t looking. I got lost in the crowd and when I made my way out, the layout of the town had changed and the market disappeared. I assumed I went down the wrong street. It was dirtier, polluted clouds of thin smoke escaping chimneys and falling down onto the street.  My memory was fuzzy but instead of cars, there were horse-drawn carriages. My nine-year-old self had roamed around the city. It was like I had been taken to the 1890s. I learned from my dad’s obsession with history. To add on, it smelled like it, that was for sure.

Then I got hungry. But with no money in hand, I sat on the sidewalk trying to fight the hunger off. I was only nine and the thought of stealing an apple from the nearest crate crossed my mind. I didn’t have to steal the apple though. Some little kid, around my age, or even older, appeared before me with an apple in hand. I was hesitant to take the apple, of course. I wasn’t dumb, I had common sense when I was a kid. Yet, I took it. I felt like I could trust the kid. The apple wasn’t poisoned. It managed my hunger. I thought the kid would leave afterwards since I had said my thanks. But he didn’t leave and stayed with me.

And what do you know? 

I ended up spending the whole day with the kid. I couldn’t remember their names, but there were two who stuck in my memory. The boy who gave me his apple and his older brother, who was called Arty or something. You couldn’t blame me for trying to remember, I was a young one and didn’t care. My adult memory was blurry.

My parents finally found me, worried sick and was kissy-wissy, trying to hug me. I was fine, completely untouched. Apparently, I had been missing for hours. I told my parents I was with my new friends, but when I turned around to point them out, they were missing. I never thought about it again and assumed it to be a memory.

The only thing that lingered with me was the bright blue eyes from the boy who gave me the apple.

Then I saw the eyes again. Only the next time it happened, I was fifteen years old. 

Once again, my parents thought it was fun to go back for the winter market. And it was boring for me. I was only a teenager. A teenager who was rebellious. And sick. I had a fever when we went, yet my parents dragged me out even though I was a little drowsy on medication to keep my fever down. I ended up running away again, this time to enter a  bar. I had heard Europe had different age restrictions. 

Somehow, I wound up finding myself back in the smelly part of town again. It was cold, as always, and the market disappeared. I couldn’t find my parents or the hotel. I was stuck roaming around wherever the heck I was. I couldn’t remember. I was too drugged up on name-brands medicine to even focus on my surroundings.

Then I found that kid again, only he was older, and he found me. Those eyes though remained the same and they pierced my soul.

Much wasn’t said. He was quiet, kind of gentle, and slightly intimidating. He was a  lot different than the small boy I met six years ago. He took me onto the street, far from the alley I was slumped in, and got me washed up in a horse drinking trough. He dunked me in it, trying to clear my head up, but it felt like he was trying to drown me. 

It didn’t work, of course. He didn’t drown me and I lived throughout the night. I got a taste of real whiskey he stole from a pub for me. It burned my throat, and my soberness. The rest of the memory was blurry, but I remembered a deep, soothing voice keeping me calm all night, and a strong arm wrapped around me. 

I spent the other day with him too, but only until the afternoon. By then, I had lost him and instead found my parents who claimed I was missing.

The old framed photos in the crate were dusty. My thumb prints were scattered all over the thin sheet of glass protecting these vintage photographs from the 1920s. The photo was monochrome, an image of a man with his arm around the waist of someone else. They looked kind of like me, only the image was blurred out, I couldn’t tell. The crates the photos came in were packed up in Birmingham in 1919 and were due to be delivered to me this very day. Whoever sent them knew who I was. They had my name, my age, and even my birthday down. Whoever it was, they knew me too well.

Another photo seemed to prove me crazy.

It was me, smiling and holding my hand out towards whoever was taking the photo. You could see the hand under the tarp that was sticking out. It was one of those classic photos, the vintage kind that included gunpowder. 

I was a little older, around 29 years of age. I felt old. I had moved to England since my childhood memories prompted me to do so. Seeing as these crates came from Birmingham, I decided to take a vacation.

The ride wasn’t too long and before I knew it, I was searching for where the crates had come from. I scoured every crook and nanny, every pub, every building and had no luck. No one had any history of the crates. Tired, I sat down in an alley that seemed so familiar to me, like I had been here. But it was a burning memory, something of a false dream from my childhood.

I closed my eyes for a second. It was just a quick close and open, a blink if you will.

I wasn’t where I used to be. Or when I used to be. The cars driving by were old models, the very first, the motor cars as they called it. My jaw dropped. People walked by in old fashion that was beyond my time. One man was even wearing a monocle. An officer was on a horse and his voice was loud as he yelled at some people. It was insane! It was like I was ripped out of my time like a page and taped somewhere else!

I screamed and scrambled out. Bystanders stared at me strangely. Their eyes wouldn’t move off of me. They knew I didn’t belong here and they kept staring. I wasn’t dressed like it was the 1920s. I stepped out onto the road in a panic. It was like a movie. Was I in a movie?

With my mind trying to solve the puzzle, I didn’t see that I stepped into the street out of panic. I didn’t see the car. It honked at me. I was taken out of my thoughts, but like a deer in the headlights, I couldn’t move, frozen with fear as that car approached me. Which was stupid of me, because just mere seconds ago, I was running around, but now that I saw the car, I was frozen! It was there that I realized, I left the oven on before I left. 

A strong grip grabbed my arm right before I was about to get hit and pulled me onto the sidewalk. I doubted I was going to get hit since the car was slowing down. The man in the car was yelling at me for acting so stupidly, but I was too entranced by familiar bright blue eyes. I nervously swallowed. I had only seen those beautiful eyes in my dreams, my memories that were just too foggy.

“Um, hi?” I replied. “D-do we know each other or something?” He sighed.

“We do.” My jaw felt like dropping. His voice made me tremble. Clearly, genetics did him good. The little kid I remembered from what was a fever dream to me, had grown up.

“Do you remember me?” I asked softly, tilting my head. Was it all real, those dreams? The man heavily sighed.

“I’ve been waiting,” he replied. “But if we’re gonna keep talking, (Name) and reminiscing, I’d rather do it somewhere else.” 

“Can you, uh, explain on the way what the heck is happening here!?” I exclaimed in a lowered voice. It was clear Bright Eyes wanted this to be under the covers. Something was scaring him. I needed answers and I wasn’t settling for a no. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me off, causing me to yelp lightly.

“You keep doing this, from nine to fifteen, to right now, no matter how old you are,” the man explained. “I can’t comprehend it, but you keep coming back, and it’s clear you don’t belong here. Who are you really?” I sighed.

“Apparently you know my name.”

“I know who you are, (Name). I wasn’t asking that.”

“Then I can’t answer.” Bright Eyes sighed. He continued to lead me through this  old fashioned town. It didn’t feel dreamlike and very real. It smelled very real, like horses and smoke. My heart raced, realizing this was all real. I looked over to the man holding my hand.

“D-did I time travel?”

“You did. And I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, so you’ll be staying under my protection until this sorts itself out.” I nodded, listening to his words, then I gasped.

“I’ll be what?!”

Two whole weeks. That’s how long I was stuck living with Thomas Shelby. I wasn’t stuck living in a shed while figuring out how I slipped through time and how Tommy was connected to me. I had my own room in his house. No one bothered me at all. The house felt empty even though his family was big and felt alone. I rarely saw him. It was different when we had dinner. It’d be just the two of us because he didn’t trust anyone else with me and he talked a lot, his eyes lighting up whenever he saw me. And when his icy gaze met my eyes, my heart would flutter. 

Then one night, I had to ask the question.

“So um, Tommy, why did you let me stay?” I asked, breaking the silence. Tommy stopped eating, but quickly picked it up again. He was sitting next to me, but typically he sat across, at the head of the table. Dinner was too quiet. Tommy came home without a word, ignoring me until dinner finally arrived, and even then we didn’t talk. Not until now.

“I let you stay because I felt the need to,” he muttered. His focus was on the soup his aunt cooked. She had asked what I liked and made it for dinner. Something was up. “You were lost, I knew you, and I lended a hand. If I didn’t know who you were, I would’ve left you in the streets.” I scoffed.

“I met you twice before,” I said. “Why take me in regardless? Judging by the way you are with other people, you don’t seem to like people, only your family and me.” 

His body language completely changed.

Thomas sat up, sighing. He put down his spoon. I saw his jaw tighten, like he was about to spill all the secrets of the universe, and he deeply inhaled, his chest expanding. I nervously swallowed. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“You came in,” he said, “a long time ago when we were young. I didn’t think much about it, (Name). I just thought you were a ghost. And it turns out you are with those sudden disappearances. You keep coming back. You haunt my mind.” My cheeks flustered.

“Even now?” I asked. Did he believe in fate? I wanted to ask about that.

“Even now.”

“Tommy?”

“Yes?” 

“Do you like-.”

“Yes, I do like you,” he replied. My heart skipped a beat. Was he messing with me? “I like you a lot. How long did it take you to come up with those words? I’m not one for feelings, but I know you and I have been having them. I’ve come to realize that I developed feelings for you.” My jaw dropped. He admitted it, and it was like he was reading my mind. He was sitting so close to me, I bet he could read my mind. 

“Do you feel the same?” he asked. His hand slowly moved, placing itself on mine. I didn’t flinch or push it off. “I didn’t read you wrong?” I sighed. I knew if I fell for Tommy, I wouldn’t have reason to return to my timeline, assuming that was possible. “Do you?”

“I do.” That was it, my confession. His eyes lit up. 

“Are you telling the truth? Are you being honest?” he asked, leaning in. The cigarette scent that followed Tommy filled my nostrils. I blushed.

“I am being honest,” I said. “Completely, Tommy.”  I put my hand on top of his, and we had a stacked hand sandwich going on. Of course, Tommy pulled back and held both my hands. For someone so cold, he was warm. My cheeks heat up to match the same temperature. 

Words weren’t said for what followed in the next moment. It just happened. I couldn’t stop it.

I leaned in and Tommy was leaning in, causing the obvious to happen. My lips softly touched his. I thought it’d be a small kiss, but it wasn’t. Tommy cupped both my cheeks, bringing me in closer. His lips were gentle, kissing me back with passion. I couldn’t control myself, practically melting at his touch and kissing Tommy back. There was a moment where time seemed to stop. It was just Tommy and I, kissing and holding each other.

Then he pulled back, his lips lingering towards mine. 

“Whatever happens, I’ll still love you,” he whispered, causing me to blush. I slowly nodded. “If you slip back, I’m gonna be here still, and I’ll be waiting for you to come back.” My heart fluttered. I could tell he was being genuine. So I kissed him, holding my lips against his before pulling back.

“I love you too,” I said, smiling. “I’m not going anywhere. I  don’t think time could keep us apart.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders one shot #x reader #long post #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #duckiewritez #romance #cheesy #short #cillian murphy

[emerald-chaos]

Well, you see—I was left to my own devices and that included listening to sad music and watching sad edits. So really, it’s not my fault that I wrote this. Just know that I am deeply sorry in advance if this hurts you like it hurt me to write.

pairing: suguru geto x gn!reader

warnings: angst, cursing, alcohol mention, not really with the canon timeline—suguru deflects a few years later in this story

divider by: @/cafekitsune 🤍

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own

The sound of alcohol being poured into the glass is vaguely acknowledged by your brain—but it’s like everything else in the room is a blur. The entirety of your body just feels…numb.

“Hmm, okay. The next one is: where do you see yourself in five years?” You read the words from the paper—potential interview questions, Suguru had told you.

The raven haired man snorts before he answers.

“Really? You picked that one?”

“You’re the one who printed off the list!” You giggle, choosing to ignore the way he rolls his eyes at you.

“Besides…color me intrigued.”

Suguru looks at you for a moment, the neutral line of his lips slowly curving into a smile as he looks at your face. His hand comes up, finger extending so that he can drag it along the shape of your jaw.

“Where do I see myself in five years…hmmm…” He pretends to think hard about the question, his eyes never once leaving his finger as it stops at the center of your chin.

“I think I see myself,” eyes finally fluttering upward to meet your own as his grin grows just that much bigger, “with you.”

Mind completely spaced out, the last few drops from the bottle fill the glass almost to the top—luckily not enough contents to make a mess over the freshly cleaned countertops.

A buzzing noise brings you back to reality—blinking your eyes a few times before you look down to see your phone lit up.

one new message

shoko🤍: just let me know when you’re ready to be picked up, okay?

Turning your phone over, you grab your glass and head back into the living room of the apartment. The liquid burns as it makes your way down your throat, but you can’t find it in yourself to even make a grimace. The edges of your vision have started to blur a little and there’s a kind of weightlessness to your body that makes it feel just a little bit odd—but none of that really matters.

The room surrounding you is empty. The entire apartment surrounding you is empty.

No one wall bares the images of the life you lived, no furniture is placed delicately in its perfect position—all that remains are the scuffs and pin point holes.

You let your body slump onto the floor, spilling a bit of your liquor as you do, sitting criss cross in the dead center of the room.

Although it’s all gone, you still see it so clearly. Every party hosted, every fight had, every moment where you couldn’t quite get each others clothes off fast enough—it was all still there. Burned into the space that inhabited the apartment.

It was haunted.

“Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?” You speak softly, rubbing your hand up his forearm as you sit facing one another on the couch.

There’s a smile on his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Suguru’s smiles always reach his eyes.

“Positive. Wanna watch that documentary now?”

More burning in the back of your throat as you toss back another swig from your glass. You’ve never been a smoker, but fuck—you could really go for a cigarette right now.

Slowly, your eyes closed as you took a deep breath—willing your brain to shut off for at least a moment. The silence is there to welcome you, but not for long.

A quiet gasp tumbles from your lips, the warm feeling of his on your neck as it trails down.

“There won’t ever be anyone on this earth like you.”

“Hmmm, sounds sweet but also vaguely threatening—you plan on getting rid of me sometime soon?”

The man behind you chuckles before gently reaching around you grab your chin—directing your face toward his.

“Never.”

You aren’t even aware of the fact that you’re crying until you feel the warm drops that slide down your hands. Then comes the sensation of your shoulders shaking, followed by the sob that comes from your chest.

How could he?

How is it possible for someone so good to suddenly become so evil?

This man was not Suguru Geto. This man was not the one you loved.

It was like someone else had possessed him—locked his truth deep down inside and instead put forth something so sickeningly despicable—like the plot of one of those ridiculous horror movies he used to make you watch in this very apartment.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the floor in order to keep you upright as you continued to sob. The feeling in your chest one you’d never felt before. This was a hurt like you’d never experienced—like it manifested itself in your fucking bones.

Suddenly it felt like you had no control over your body—your hand reaching out to grasp around the glass, only to throw it as hard as you could against the wall and watch as it shattered.

The sobs wracked through your body—your throat beginning to hurt from the forcefulness. Your body wanted to give up, to break down, so you allowed yourself to collapse onto the floor.

“W-what?” Your voice was meek, like it wasn’t even your own.

“We both know you heard what I said.”

You stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly while your mind raced to put together the pieces of what he’d just told you.

“But it just…Suguru this doesn’t even sound like you. Y-you said yourself to Satoru that day, we exist to protect non-sor—“

“Well, I was full of shit then.” His words are harsh and cold—nothing like the way he usually spoke to you.

“Don’t you understand?” He leaned forward, looking at you with eyes that did not belong to him, “Why should we protect those who despise us? Who couldn’t care less what happens to us and who are too damn weak to do anything for themselves?!”

Your breathing was shaky, heart thumping rapidly in your chest as you looked at him.

For the first time ever, you were afraid of him.

“You’re either with me, or you’re against me. That choice is yours.”

You’re unsure exactly when you stopped crying.

When your eyes opened again, your body was curled into the fetal position on the floor—eyes burning from tears and bones aching from the hard wood beneath you.

You knew you should get up and call Shoko. That you should gather up your things and leave this apartment for the last time.

But the second you walked through that threshold and shut that door—you were closing the door on him as well.

So, maybe you’d lay there…if just a little bit longer.

#geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru angst #suguru geto angst #jjk angst #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jjk suguru #getou suguru #geto suguru x you #suguru geto x you #getou x reader #jjk geto #jjk x reader #jjk anime

[nightxwitch]

Stairs

Credit: The idea of Sebastian trying to climb the stairs to the female dorms while arguing with his romantic interest only to fall on his ass was from @kirke-is-my-name, who kindly gave me permission to write about it. ♥

The characters (other than my OC), places, and spells are all from Hogwarts Legacy.

All main characters have been aged up to 20 years old, since I’m an adult and don’t feel comfortable writing romance about teenagers. This is somewhat of a love triangle situation between Sebastian/my OC Séance/Ominis but will ultimately lead to Séance/Sebastian. Feel free to imagine yourself as the love interest, I don’t mind, I simply don’t like writing “y/n” stories as much. :) I also posted this on Fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link if you'd like to read it there:

Some parts are in Sebastian’s POV, some parts are from Séance’s POV. I do hope you enjoy despite the fact that I wrote this all in one sitting! ^~^

Word count: 4,616

Rating: T for a bit of cursing and sensual references.

-

Séance’s POV

“Séance, do you have a moment?” Ominis asked, catching up to me as I exited Professor Hecat’s classroom.

“Of course, what can I do for you, Ominis?” I replied, making a beeline for the edge of the hallway so others would pass us by.

Ominis shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and he adjusted the collar to his robe. “I was wondering- well, I just wanted to ask if you would like to join me at The Three Broomsticks this Friday after classes.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agreed, “will Sebastian be joining us as well?” Sebastian almost always accompanied us when we went to The Three Broomsticks, and on the rare occasion he didn’t, Natty, Imelda, or Poppy had tagged along.

“Not this time…I thought it could just be you and I this trip.” His cheeks appeared a bit flushed, but I attributed that to his rush to grab my attention after class.

“Well, that sounds just fine to me. I’ve got to stop by Tomes and Scrolls anyhow, so perhaps I’ll do so afterward.”

“It’s a plan then.” Ominis replied, a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll see you in final period.” He added before waving and heading off toward his next class.

I turned to make my way to the Herbology corridor.

-

Sebastian welcomed me with a grin and a quick wave of his hand as I entered the classroom, walking to my potting station adjacent to his.

“Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“I’m excited for my next Crossed Wands duel. I’ve been practicing and I’m going to destroy Imelda.” The brunette chuckled, before glancing my way. “How are you? You’ll be there, right? This Friday afternoon.”

I froze, feeling guilty already. I hadn’t missed one of Sebastian’s duels yet, just as he hadn’t missed any of mine. “I’m so sorry Sebastian, I’m afraid I’ve already made plans Friday. I had no idea you were scheduled to duel.”

“Oh,” He replied, a disappointed expression on his face, “It’s alright, I understand. I guess I can’t expect you to be at all of them.”

“Maybe I can reschedule,” I began.

“That’s not necessary, Séance. If you’ve already made plans, then you should see them through.” He insisted.

“Alright then,” I replied uncertainly.

Professor Garlick then began rattling off information about the amazing Venomous Tentacula and its different properties, informing us that the plant could even be utilized in certain potions.

-

Sebastian’s POV

The remainder of the day passed, and I found myself simmering for most of it. I couldn’t figure out why, given that Séance had only made plans because she hadn’t been aware of my scheduled duel. Regardless, she had every right not to come. She had no obligation to me. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I still couldn’t help the way that I felt, even if my feelings weren’t justifiable.

I dragged myself to the male Slytherin dorms, dropping my bag to the ground with a loud thud. I defeatedly slumped onto my bed face-first, groaning.

“You seem to be in quite a mood.” Ominis said cheerily from his bed next to mine, and I jumped at the surprise of his company.

“Ominis! I didn’t know you were there.” I replied, rolling onto my back.

“Forgive me, I’d simply assumed that the person whose eyes worked would have seen me when he came in.” He quipped, chuckling.

I sighed, annoyed, even though I knew I’d usually have found humor in the situation and Ominis’ joke.

Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his face in my general direction. “Alright, what’s wrong? You’re usually mercurial but this is a new level of sulking, even for you.”

I groaned in irritation and waved him off even though he wouldn’t see it. “I don’t want to discuss it. Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so nauseatingly cheerful?”

Ominis grinned once again at the subject, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “If you must know, I’ve got a date this Friday.”

“A date? With whom?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Friday was the day Séance had told me she had plans.

I mentally reassured myself that it couldn’t be her, because she’d given no implication that she was romantically interested in Ominis. In fact, she hadn’t seemed to take particular interest in anyone as of yet.

“With Séance. I asked her today after Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ominis’ cheeks reddened and he continued to smile, evidently unable to wipe the dopey look off his face.

“That can’t be right, Séance doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.” I pointed out. Many men, and even some women, in our school had tried. She’d turned them all down, albeit gently. “And why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her?”

“I suppose the right person just hadn’t asked her yet.” Ominis shrugged. “And I didn’t want to say anything until there was something to tell. Now there is.”

“You can’t date her!” I blurted out before clamping my mouth shut, resting my face in my palm.

“And why not?” Ominis replied defensively. His glare missed me by a couple feet, but I got the message.

“B-Because, it’ll ruin our friend group.” I said, scrambling for an excuse. Even to my own ears, it fell flat. “Besides, are you sure she even knows it’s a date? Did you explicitly ask her on a date?”

 “Sebastian, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Ominis crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d be happy for me. And no, I didn’t say ‘Hey Séance, will you go on a date with me?’, but I did ask her to accompany me to The Three Broomsticks. When she asked if you were coming, I told her I would like for it to just be the two of us. I don’t feel I could have made it much more obvious that I was asking her on a date.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?!” I asked incredulously, despite absolutely feeling jealous.

“Because I know you used to like her, but that was years ago. I’d thought you had moved past those feelings.” Ominis countered, still looking indignant. “Apparently I was incorrect.”

“So I might have had some feelings when we first became friends, but that was so long ago! Things are different now.” As I spoke the words, I could feel that they were a lie.

“What stopped you from acting on those feelings back at the start, then?” Ominis asked. “You must not have liked her much if you didn’t bother making a move. That’s never been an issue for you with other women.” He pointed out.

“Because I liked Séance too much. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or destroy the group dynamic we have. I’m not great with women, I knew I’d fuck it up somehow, so I let it go.” I admitted.

“Did you? Let it go, I mean? Because it sure doesn’t sound like you ‘let it go’.” Ominis pursed his lips skeptically.

“I thought I had.” I admitted quietly. “But now I don’t know how I feel.”

“Well, you better figure it out, Sebastian.” Ominis said coldly. “Because I don’t want things to progress with Séance unless I know there’s nothing between you two on her end. You need to settle this.”

“How can you even like her?” I asked cynically.

“What kind of a question is that?” Ominis retorted. “You know how because you like her, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You were vehemently against me using Dark Magic and were furious when I learned the Unforgivable Curses. How can you now seek the hand of someone who uses those very same Curses?”

Ominis was quiet for a moment, pondering this. “It bothered me too much at first,” He conceded, “But I’ve known her for so long now. She only uses those spells to protect and help others.”

“That’s the same reason I started learning them!” I exclaimed frustratedly.

Ominis sighed defeatedly. “I’m aware, Sebastian. I stopped raking you over the coals for that ages ago. Where is this coming from? You know you’re not going to talk me out of having feelings for her, right?”

I took a deep breath as well. “I know…” Standing up, I grabbed my book-bag off of the floor where I’d dumped it earlier. “I’m going to the library to study.” I told him dryly.

-

Séance’s POV

Ominis sat next to me in Defence Against the Dark Arts as usual, but he looked much more perturbed than he typically did. 

“Is everything alright today, Ominis?” I asked him, whispering since we were supposed to be listening to Professor Hecat.

He continued looking forward but tilted his head toward me to hear more clearly. “I’m okay, but I think you need to speak to Sebastian.” Ominis murmured back, frowning.

My brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?” I asked him.

“I’ll not say more, you two need to have a discussion.”

And he stayed true to that sentiment, refusing to elaborate when I attempted to get him to throughout the class. The bells rang and the nervousness fluttering in my stomach became a full-on swarm as I made my way to Herbology class, knowing I’d see Sebastian there. I wondered why Ominis had said I needed to speak to him, and whether it was about something bad. Had I done something wrong, or was he still unhappy about me missing his duel?

I entered the Herbology room, my glance nervously flicking toward Sebastian. He was already seated, and even as I sat next to him, he refused to look at me.

“Hi, Sebastian…” I greeted him awkwardly.

“Séance.” He replied curtly.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to level with him.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” He replied flatly, still refusing to glance in my direction.

“Ominis told me I needed to speak with you. He wouldn’t say anything more than that.”

Sebastian laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did he now?”

“Okay seriously, Sebastian-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“We should pay attention to Professor Garlick.” He stated dismissively, turning his gaze toward the red-haired woman.

My brow pinched in concern, and I frowned, “That’s a first” I muttered.

Sebastian never had an issue ignoring teachers in favor of chatting with me before. It was clear he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. After all, I’d offered to postpone my plans and he had declined. I didn’t feel I'd earned his ire at all. Then again, he was known to have a temper sometimes. I decided to shrug it off and assumed things would improve on their own. If he didn’t start acting normal by the end of the day, then I’d bring the matter to his attention again.

The rest of class passed without incident, but also without Sebastian so much as looking at me. As the bells chimed to signify the end of the period, Sebastian turned to leave but I gently grasped his forearm to stop him.

“Sebastian, aren’t we walking to the next class together?” I inquired. We had every other day, given that we shared the same final period, where we’d join Ominis as well.

“I’ve got something I need to do before going to class.” He informed me shortly, pulling his arm away and heading off.

I sighed, gathering my belongings, and walked toward Professor Sharp’s classroom for final period.

“Who put a broomstick in his ass?” Imelda asked, watching Sebastian’s back as he hurried off.

“I don’t know. I must have done something to anger him.” I shrugged, looking over at her.

 “Can’t imagine what.” She said, smirking as if she knew something more than I did.

I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Not much more than you do.” She replied, gesturing for me to enter Professor Sharp’s class ahead of her. I found Sebastian already seated. I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. He clearly lied about not being able to walk to class with me since he was here before me. I decided not to sit next to him and Ominis, and instead choose a station next to Imelda.

“So, you’re avoiding Sebastian now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Here I thought he was the one avoiding you.”

“Things are weird with him right now and I don’t know why.” I muttered, disgruntled. “I thought I should give him space until I figure it out.”

“I’ve an idea.” She smirked at me; a knowing glance shot my way.

“You do? What is it, then?”

“It’s because of your date with Ominis, of course.” She informed me flippantly with a wave of her hand.

I froze, squinting at her. “My what?”

She looked at me, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed “I heard him ask you out yesterday in the hallway. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about it. I don’t care enough to anyway.”

My eye twitched as the synopses in my brain misfired. “I…I’m not going on a date with Ominis. He only asked me to The Three Broomsticks. We always go there together.”

“Alone?” She asked, putting an emphasis on the word.

I gaped at her in silence for a moment. “Well, no…”

“That’s what I thought.” Imelda made her point, tugging at the base of her top to adjust it.

“But why would Sebastian be treating me differently because of that?” I asked.

Imelda looked at me like I was a dolt and opened her mouth to answer, but Professor Black interrupted from right behind us.

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting your social hour with my boring instruction. Shall I wait for your gossip about Mr. Sallow to conclude before I continue?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Both of us blushed, embarrassed at being confronted in front of the whole class. I knew my face was beet-red. Each of us muttered an apology.

“Ah, excellent.” Professor Sharp said and then retreated, continuing to teach. I couldn’t pay attention, more focused on Sebastian across the room and my thoughts of the situation at hand. I kept looking his way to see if he had a reaction to what our professor had said in front of the class. He met my stare a couple times, holding it for a few seconds, his face devoid of expression, before looking elsewhere.

‘That’s enough.’, I decided, ‘I’m talking to him after class’.

I had my supplies packed up before the bells even rang and sprang up the second I heard the first notes ring out. I saw Sebastian rushing to escape the classroom ahead of me, but I had been prepared for this and caught up to him.

“That’s it, you’re talking to me right now.” I commanded him authoritatively, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him back once we were far enough down the hallway.

With my hand on his arm, I could feel muscle that his robes hid well. In the last few years, he’d grown up quite a lot. He was now at least six inches taller than my 5’7 height, and I had to look upward to view his face. It was unlike when we first met, and our heights had only been centimeters apart. My hand, fully stretched, still didn’t even cover half of his bicep as I held onto it.

He turned to me, and his eyes flicked to mine, cold and dark. “Oh, am I?” He asked derisively, tearing his arm from my grasp. “And why should I do that?”

I blinked, caught off guard by this reaction. “Because we’re supposed to be friends.” I answered, desperately trying to figure out why he’d be this infuriated.

“Friends?” Sebastian repeated, his posture relaxing deceptively as he raked his hand through his messy brown hair. “I don’t think so.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice wavering slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked hollowly.

“A friend wouldn’t ditch me to go on a date with someone who’s like a brother to me!” His anger exploded again, and he paced back and forth, continuing to muss up his hair and make it even more wild.

“Sebastian…” I said softly, “I had no idea it was a date; you have to believe me.”

“Yeah, right!” He spat back, “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” He stormed off, and I followed right on his heels.

I called after him several times, trailing him all the way to the dorms before he finally stopped to turn around.

“What do you want?!” He yelled; expression twisted in fury. “I don’t want to talk to you! I’m done with this, stop pestering me!”

I glared at Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. Stepping closer to him, I looked up at his enraged face.

“You’re really this petty? You’re going to end a four-year friendship over a misunderstanding? You have no right to treat me this way! Even if I wanted to go on dates, I could, Sallow. You don’t own me. You are so out of line it’s unbelievable.” I shouted, tears of frustration brimming my eyes. “I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian. Years, and you never did. I’ve turned down everyone else who asked in the pathetic hope that you might throw me a scrap of romantic attention. Meanwhile, I’ve had to stand by and watch you date a new woman every other month. So, you don’t get to do this. I’m the one who’s done.” I poked his chest, hard. “I’m done talking to you. And believe me when I say I’m done being friends with you, too.” I added, my voice trembling.

I turned and ran up the stairs to the female Slytherin dorm rooms, finally letting the tears fall onto my cheeks now that he could no longer see me.

-

Sebastian’s POV

“I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian.”

The words repeated themselves in my head several times before they fully registered. Why was I such an idiot? Why did I say I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

“I’m done being friends with you, too.”

My jaw finally shut, and I sprung into action.

“Séance, get back here! We’re not finished with this conversation!” I shouted after her, still clinging to my anger as I sprinted up the stairs.

Only, there were no stairs. It became a flat, slippery ramp and I stumbled back, sliding downward and finally landing on my ass. I grunted at the brunt of the fall, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. If that wasn’t a lesson in humility, I didn’t know what was.

“Impressive,” Imelda said wryly. “That’ll win her over for sure.”

She smirked at me, and I could tell she was holding back laughter. How gracious of her. I stood up again, my fists clenched.

“Will you please get Séance to come down here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why should I?” Imelda asked, that familiar judgmental tone in her voice. “It seems you’ve done enough already. You really messed this one up.”

“Please, Imelda, I’m begging you.” I stared at her, my expression hard and serious.

“Hmm…Alright. But only because you begged. I like Séance. I think she’ll be able to keep you in line. Someone has to.” She gave me an up-and-down glance then disappeared up the staircase.

I paced back and forth, awaiting Séance’s return at the bottom, our conversation on replay in my mind.

-

Séance’s POV

Imelda approached me, and I knew I looked like a full-on lunatic. I had tears running down my cheeks from when I was upset only a minute ago, but now I was also stifling laughter after what I’d just witnessed. Sebastian, fully in his rage-mode, getting dumped onto his ass by a magic staircase. I started chuckling all over again. There were too many emotions brewing within me. Embarrassment that I’d finally admitted my feelings for him, fear over what the things that had transpired between us would mean and how things would change moving forward, anger that he was treating me so poorly, helplessness over the entire situation, hurt that he tried to end our friendship over nothing, and humor over the staircase situation. I laughed again as I thought of it.

“I see you watched Sebastian’s staircase debacle.” Imelda said, a mirthful smile playing on her lips.

I smirked back at her. “It was quite a finale to a hellish display.”

She gave a bark of a laugh, then sat next to me on my bed, touching my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I looked over at her, noticing for the hundredth time how pretty she was. For all her snark, surface-level narcissism, and detached demeanor, she was quite wonderful once you got to know her.

“Yes, Imelda, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She said, leaning further on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her. “Well, that and…”

“And what?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to take the edge off my headache. “What did Sebastian say to you?”

“He really wants you to go back down and talk to him. He literally begged me to come get you. As much as I usually love seeing a cocky, delusional man resort to begging, I did actually feel a bit bad for him.” She bit her index finger, looking off into the distance as she thought about it. “You are quite something to lose.”

“You should have heard the way he was talking to me, Imelda.” I refuted. “But thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.”

“I did hear him. Well, most of what he said, anyway. There’s a lot of passion in that man.” She grinned over at me. “That kind of passion transfers well into other areas, if you catch my meaning.”

I laughed a bit and then sighed, shaking my head. “Only you, Imelda.”

I blushed upon pondering what she’d said. Sebastian was nothing if not passionate.

“There is no one like me.” She remarked, her hand flat under her face to frame it and exaggerate her statement. “So, are you going to go talk to him?”

I groaned, tilting my head, and glanced toward her. “Should I?”

“I’ve got to say, I’m rooting for him. He’s got fire, that one. Men without fire are so boring.” She snickered. “Besides, you’re obviously mad for each other.”

My face reddened again as I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn’t. “How do you know?”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, throwing her hand to the side in front of her. “For one, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife. The way he looks at you- it’s like he’s a starving wolf and you’re a giant steak dinner.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at her exaggeration.

“On a more serious note, I’ve observed both of you the last few years and you’re always taking care of each other. He’s loved you for a long time. Why do you think he dumps the girls he dates before things get too serious with them? Besides, even when others turned their backs on him, you never did. Why start now?”

Her last sentence rang in my ears, and I looked at her, shocked.

“What?! I do say something profound every once in a while.” She said defensively, raising her eyebrow at me. “What are you still doing here? Go, go. Get your man.” She shooed me away like a pet who was begging at mealtime.

“Alright.” I said, standing up. “And Imelda? Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved me off as I left the room.  

I silently made my way down the staircase, unsure if Sebastian would even still be waiting after so long. He was. I found him seated at the bottom of the stairs, against the opposite wall. His knees were bent, his elbows resting on them, and his long fingers wound through his hair. I could tell just by a glance that he was horribly upset. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Sebastian,” I said gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, the words flat. It was obvious he was beating himself up over it all. “For everything. I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned forward and took his hands, gently untangling them from his hair and holding them in my own. His stayed limp and pliant.

“Look at me.” I requested, squeezing his hands in mine.

He slowly turned his face upward, meeting my gaze. His irises were dark and murky, his cheeks and eyes rouged. I could tell he had shed at least a few tears. My throat felt tight at the realization, and my eyes began to water. Sebastian had cried because of me.

“I’m sorry, too.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it either.”

He shut his eyes and shook his head for a moment before staring back into mine.

“For what?” He asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who started everything. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I’m jealous.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never would have agreed to go with Ominis if I’d known he looked at it that way. You know that.”

“I know…” Sebastian admitted, his brow furrowed as he leaned his head back to rest against the cool stone of the wall. He seemed to have no energy left in him. “But jealousy obviously isn't the most logical of emotions.”

“Why are you jealous?” I asked, wanting to know the extent of how he felt.

His head lulled forward, and he gazed up at me with an obvious expression, his brows lifted emphatically. “You know why.”

I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re really going to make me-”

In one quick movement, he’d leaned forward, simultaneously pulling my hands so I fell closer to him. His full lips claimed mine and he freed one of my hands, his interlacing itself in my hair as he held my head to his own. He pulled back an inch, and I felt his breath against my lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to be friends anymore because I want to be much more than that.”

My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been waiting to hear those words, or any words like them, from him for so long. I leaned forward, kissing him once again. He reached around me and pulled my legs apart, tugging me onto his lap to straddle him as he deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, his thighs supporting my backside. His tongue danced with mine and I moaned softly against his kiss, my hands entangled in his hair. He gently bit my lip, one hand reaching around to grab my ass and hold me closer to him while the other remained cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” I said so softly it was almost a whisper.

His coffee-black eyes flicked up and down my face, taking in every inch of it. He breath came and went quickly, and I could feel his excitement brush against me. I stroked his cheek, running my thumb along the spray of freckles there.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss me again.

“I’m really going to have to cancel that date.” I said and groaned, breaking off the kiss. I was already feeling bad for Ominis.

“Yes, you are.” He confirmed, laying me on my back and hovering over me, his strong arm underneath my waist to prop me up. He began kissing down the crook of my neck, then back up until he got to my ear. “Because you’re mine now.”

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow hurt/comfort #sebastian sallow drama

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“i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” for golden lovers

You know the distance never made a difference to me

Word count: 2,310 words Ship: Golden Lovers Characters: Kota Ibushi [the real thing, not the ghost this time!], Kenny Omega, Matt and Nick Jackson Triggers: Blood, Kenny has a very breif panic attack but its more implied. Authors note: my first time writing golden lovers. The second part of a request called: Angel to me // Watashi ni totte tenshi. I've never written Kota before as a human being but I think I did pretty well. I tried. They rreunite after a match before blood and guts but theres still a mention of blood. Theres also just a passing mention of hangman. Just some golden lovers fluff thats somehow 2000 words. READ ON AO3

Kenny does the one thing he hates doing, he curls into himself like a dying deer and bleeds into the concrete between his feet, tracing how the silver stars twitch and shimmer in the sky, they highlight the outline of the blood splatter like they're holding something precious, like they're trying to make Kenny's pain beautiful.

There's something about tasting his own blood that makes his stomach feel weird. The bitter twist in his throat when it slides slowly from a split lip or cracked nose, still body-warm and stinging as it trails down his skin, flushed and exhausted until it collects in his mouth like a waterfall dipping between rocks, collecting against his teeth until he swallows and the blood becomes cold and clammy in his mouth. It stains his teeth an imperfect pink and his throat burns at the coppery taste. He washes his mouth out with water and stares as it falls away in clumps; small, starkly red lines, sometimes that's all he has to show what he's done.

Just blood on his skin and the taste of copper in his mouth. Kenny can almost taste the blood, if he focuses hard enough. He rolls his tongue against his teeth and he can almost picture the blood clots sitting curled on his tongue, pressing against the back of his teeth as he swallows and pushes them away down his throat. His lip stings dully, the healing cut still fresh and open to the cold air backstage.

Matt's staring at him from the corner of heavy-set brown eyes, Kenny can feel it more than he sees it. Nick slumped against his brother's side, using a wet cloth to stroke Matt's blood off from behind his ear and he's humming, voice trembling a little on the down notes. Kenny knows Nick isn't being mean to but the rough notes feel like barbed wire wrapping around his brain, stabbing and clinging against the soft mushy texture until pain decorates itself around Kenny's temples, he bites his lips and sighs, finally dragging his eyes off the floor and over towards the brothers.

"Nicky, could you stop making that stupid sound please?" Kenny asks, voice rough between gritted teeth, Nick presses his lips together and returns his attention back to trying his best to clean away the blood under Matt's nails, he stares down at his brother's hands and scowls. "cmon Nick don't be like that."

"Like what?" Nick mumbles, eyes staring deeply into Kenny's, he raises one eyebrow when Kenny rolls his wrist like he's expecting Nick to fill in the blanks. "I'm just trying to help because you cost us the match!" Kenny winces a little, watches how Nick grips at the damp washcloth between scuffed knuckles. "matts bleeding because you and adam what? had another argument?" Matt rests his hand against Nicks shoulder, squeezing it softly and he shakes his head and Kenny watches from behind a wall of sweaty curls as Nick deflaits and shrinks back into himself. "whatever."

"we didn't have an argument, look I’m not happy about Matt or me being hurt either Nick but you can't take it out on me!" Kenny rests his fingers between his chest, pressing deeply into the fabric of his shirt with raised eyebrows. "hangers as much as to blame as I am for the bloodshed, afterall he's the one that got involved with Mox in the first place." Kenny darts his tongue across his bottom lip, pressing at the blood that clots at the corner of the wound.

"He wanted the title." Matt mumbles as he pushes himself off the floor to slump into the couch, legs drawn close under his lap as he fiddles with his shoelaces. Kenny listens to the sound of the laces rubbing against the texture of the shoe and winces. "Afterall..." he gestures at Kenny vaguely with a distracted hand. "that's all you want..."

Kenny stares at Matt and Matt stares back, watching emotion swirl in the blue of Kenny's eyes. He can almost picture the things going through Kenny's head and Matt swallows a little when Kenny shifts in his chair, rising to his feet slow enough so his knees don't pop. "You always want gold Kenny- you wanted that seven match for the trios titles and you went after title and title here and tna and..." Matt raises a hand to his ear, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

"what?" Kenny mumbles, confused at first by Matts sudden outburst before anger licks flames through his brain and anger twists up his spine. His muscles feel tight and knotted against his bones and he stares at Matt with annoyance swirling around the pupils of his eyes. "What's wrong Matt, upset that you're never gonna make it as anything more than a tag wrestler?" Kenny isn't sure where the angry edge to his voice is coming from but it feels right to allow it to twist its way through his words. "Is that why you're upset we lost the match and you ate the pin? because it showed that your little brother is better than you? maybe if you learned to wrestle better we wouldn't have lost, why do you have to be such a failure Matthew?"

Matt's lips twist into something sour and he pushes himself up the couch, glares at Kenny and before either of them, the sound of skin knocking against skin echoes around the small room. Kenny feels Matt's fist against his jaw first before he sees it; the crack of knuckles knock against his jaw, sending pain through Kenny's mouth, there's the fresh taste of blood in Kenny's mouth and he slowly raises his hand to brush against his mouth; blood paints itself through the cracks in Kenny's palm tracing them a glorious red and somewhere distant in his brain, Kenny remembers Kota twisting red ribbons around his pain wrapping it up into small packages that he tucks safely away. His chest heaves; slowly at first almost like Kenny's body can't remember how to breathe.

"Kenny?" Nick's voice is so soft that Kenny almost doesn't pick up on it over the ringing in his ears, the pounding in his lip, the everlasting ache in his chest. Blood is pressed, warm and sticky, against his cheek when Nick hand softly cups his cheek, heavy enough to force Kenny's brain into working. It feels like a chore to raise his eyes away from the blood dripping steadily into his pal- his eyes moving slowly and twitching in his sockets as Kenny stares at Nick's soft blue eyes, watching how they pinch at the corners and he shakes his head at the silent question. Nick frowns and squeezes Kenny hard on his shoulder before turning around to gaze at Matt with something akin to anger in his body. Kenny watches Nick arch, everything in his body rises like the fur across a cat's back and while the brothers argue Kenny slips out, head tucked down and eyes barely focused on his shoes.

Most of the corridors are empty after the show; a few linger stage hands cleaning up water bottles and broken weapons from under the ring, a few wrestlers that nod at Kenny and furrow their eyebrows when he doesn't reply. He hears them question if he's okay, listens to them gasp at the small puddle of blood that grows against the hem of his shirt. Kenny feels his heart fluttering in his chest, rubbing against his lungs like it's trying to start a fire against the soreness in his ribs.

The metal of the door handle is chilled against his stained palms and when Kenny tugs his hand away, he follows the outline of his palm against the metal; red standing out so brightly against silver that it almost feels like a warning, a drying pool outside a caged animals broken den, an alarm ringing in the quiet emptiness of an abandoned apartment. He shoves the door open, feels the cold air brush against his shaking arms and Kenny stumbles through the darkness to curl up against a wall.

The night is cold and the stars stare down at him like the flickering eyes of a cat; hungry and eager and ready to pounce on Kenny as he curls up into himself, trying to get his lungs to breathe and his brain to calm down, his mind races and his skin burns and he bleeds.

Kenny does the one thing he hates doing, he curls into himself like a dying deer and bleeds into the concrete between his feet, tracing how the silver stars twitch and shimmer in the sky, they highlight the outline of the blood splatter like they're holding something precious, like they're trying to make Kenny's pain beautiful.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and Kenny feels like a whore, he's watched adam dab away at his bottom lip and something in his stomach knots up as he thinks about Adam. He hadn't even bothered to follow the elite back into their locker room and Kenny, now sitting alone and guilty, doesn't fully blame him. Who would want to be around someone who broke their hearts moments before, Kenny sighs at himself. Tangles his arms deeper around his knees and presses his forehead deeper into the rough skin of his jeans, he closes his eyes and swallows, taking heavy gulps of air. He's drowning because he dove too deep into the murky waters of lust and dragged Hangman along, making Adam believe that there was something other than love in Kenny's eyes whenever he looked at him.

tears lick against the back of Kennys eyes, heavy and wet and salty and they press against Kenny's eyelids and slip slowly across the bridge of his nose, they're cold and salty, a distinct and disgusting contrast to the drying blood that settles across his face. His skin burns and his shoulders feel heavy almost like someone pressing down and familiarly rough fingertips are brushing against the curve of his neck, running cold fingers across a scar that curls around the back of Kenny's jaw.

His breathing shudders out of his chest when Kenny moves, trying to shake the softness of the phantom touch. The touch continues, itching its nails against the tight muscle in Kenny's neck, soft round circles rubbing pain out from around the wounds. He hears a familiar sigh and his eyes blink open, he stares into the dry blood on the floor for a few seconds, mind rushing to catch up with his heart.

It's the same brown shoes he remembers, shimmering and polished, the same cozy sweatpants and the same faded shirt that traces and surrounds the same family body. Kenny's met by the same loving, warm brown eyes that he sees in his dreams and Kenny feels like he's been thrown through realities. Kota follows his eyes up his body with a smile, one that dips when he spots the collection of blood against Kenny's jaw, trickling down the side of his neck and into his shirt.

"I've been looking for you.." Kota whispers. He frowns deeper when Kenny rolls his eyes and shifts his attention back to staring at a hole in the floor. His knees crack and slowly Kenny feels Kota's hands slide up the sides of his face, the tips of his fingers brushing carefully across the dent under his eye. "What's wrong?" He whispers, thumbs pressing into the stubble on Kenny's cheek, silently willing Kenny to just look at him.

"Nothing." Kenny whispers at first, gazing down into the floor before he feels Kota's hands shift and he can't stand the idea of looking at the stars shimmering in the dry blood on the floor anymore. He looks Kota in the eye, watching as the warm chocolate of his eyes melt into something akin to apology as he shifts his weight forwards, bringing Kenny into his lap. "the bucks and I argued." Kenny mumbles, stress melting out of his muscles as Kota tucks his head securely under his chin. He listens to Kota sighs bubble up through his throat.

"Is that why you're bleeding?" Kota asks, scratching the blood off Kennys chin with his nail. His smile stays gentle when Kenny nods and he looks down at him as he chuckles. "you're always so quick to argue with your friends. they love you." Kota tells him softly, resting his arms around Kenny's shoulder, running his fingers slowly across the top of Kenny's spine; brushing his fingertips slowly across each little dent and crevice like he's trying to map the very bones of the man he loves. His hands trace across his ribs and Kenny winces a little, "there's something else, isn't there?"

"No." Kenny answers too quickly in English, grumbling when Kota raises an eyebrow and softly tilts his head. "I can't hide from you like I hide from myself, can I?" Kenny whispers, dragging his stinging lips slowly across Kotas chin, just happy to see him again, to touch him. To hear the soft roundness of his voice without having his alarm to break their slow moments together.

Kota doesn't slowly wrap Kenny's pain in red ribbons; he drags it deeply from his body like he clawing Kenny's very heart out of his chest. he holds his pain softly between his stained palms and runs his thumb softly across the wounds, sealing them closed with a soft touch.

Kota doesn't fix Kenny. Kota takes Kenny as he is. Loves him regardless of his breaking body and the ache that twists around his bloodstream, painting the blues of his eyes dull and sullen.

"Kenny." Kota whispers, dragging Kenny's brain away from a place it really shouldn't go. "What happened?"

"Adam said he loved me."

"Oh."

Kenny just nods and tucks his head back under Kota's jaw. "why are you here?" He asks Kota a few moments later, his tongue dragging the words out of his mouth slowly, almost like asking will speed up time until Kota has to disappear again. Under Kenny's chin he feels Kota chuckle, bright and warm and golden under the night sky.

"For you. Why else?"

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#golden lovers #kota ibushi #kenny omega #mouse writes

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𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 || 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

pairing: hermione granger x reader

summary: after crushing over hermione you finally get the chance to ask her to the yule ball, although, it’s not how you planned it to go

warnings: very bad writing, fluff

words: 1036

a/n: this is my first post so it’s probably horrific. please give me pointers for what i can do to make my writing better :)

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Hermione walked down the stairs from her dormitory and came to a stop once she saw you sitting on the sofa in the common room.

“Hey y/n.” Hermione said as she walked around to stand in front of you.

“Hey, ‘mione.” You greeted as you looked up from your book and saw Hermione trying to contain her laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re holding the book upside down.” Hermione said as she finally laughed out loud.

“Oh, that’s why I couldn’t understand it. I thought I was going dyslexic for a moment.” you chuckled out feeling your face go a little red. You placed the book to one side giving all your attention to Hermione.

“I, erm, I’m heading down to the library to do a little bit of studying and I was wondering if you wanted to come too?”

“Oh, I would but I have to see Harry for something about quidditch. I’m waiting for him to get back.”

“Oh okay, maybe another time.” Hermione nodded before she began to walk towards the portrait door.

“Wait Hermione.” You said as you stood up, making hermione turn back to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe I can make it up to you later?”

“How?”

“Meet me here after dinner? It’ll be a surprise.” You said as you gave her a cheeky smile.

Hermione nodded her head, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. She smiled and waved at you, stepping out the portrait hole to go to the library.

You felt you face turn completely red at the kiss. You groan a little as you lean back and slump into the sofa, melting into a pile of mush.

You jolt in shock as you hear a chuckle from behind you, turning to see Ginny making you roll my eyes.

"What do you want, wicked witch of the west?"

Ginny ignored the comment as she walks up to you, crossing her arms with a smirk gracing her lips.

"Who knew the great y/n, known for their skills and charming personality, to be horrible at flirting."

"Shut up!!"

“I wasn't that bad.”

“Sure you weren’t.” Ginny chuckled as she came to sit beside you. “You we’re practically drooling at the site of her.”

“I mean who wouldn’t.”

“Are you finally going to ask her to the dance?”

“Yeah, some how.”

“How are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know.” You said as you scratched the back of your neck. “I’ll just be myself?”

“No one wants that.”

“Hey!” You shout as you hit Ginny on the arm.

“I'm joking.” Ginny laughs as she holds her hands up in surrender. “She’ll love what ever you do.”

“You think?”

“Have a little faith in yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

“Hey.” You said as you stood up from the sofa once you saw Hermione come in through the portrait door.

“Hey.” Hermione smiled.

“You ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”

“Yeah. But where exactly are we going?”

“That’ll ruin the surprise, Granger and there’s no fun in that.”

“Tell me.” Hermione said as she dragged out the ‘e’.

“Only to the astronomy tower. I don’t really want to get caught by Filch. He still hasn’t forgiven me when I helped Fred and George.”

“That’s your own fault.”

“Hey! It was for a good cause.”

“And that good cause was…”

“Giving Filch puking pastilles.” You said like it was the most obvious thing causing Hermione to break out into little fits of laughter.

The two of you continued to walk through the halls of Hogwarts before finally coming to a stop at the bottom of the astronomy tower.

“After you.” You smiled and Hermione gave a small nod before walking up the stairs being followed closely by you.

“Wow y/n this is beautiful.” Hermione gasped as she looked at the scene before her.

A picnic blanket was placed on the floor surrounded by blankets and pillows. The whole thing was lit up by fairy lights that were scattered around the place.

“How did you manage all of this?” Hermione asked as she went to sit down.

“I had a little help.” You shrugged as you sat beside her, looking out at the night sky.

The two of you engaged in a conversation about anything and everything that popped into your minds. The tranquility of it all placed you both in a state of euphoria.

“Do you know any constellations?” Hermione asked as she looked up into the sky.

“Uh I think that's the Big Dipper and just below it is the Little Dipper.” You pointed out and Hermione leant her head on your shoulder so she could see it making you tense up a little.

“Oh yeah.” Hermione said fascinated, however it sounded somewhat sarcastic.

“It’s not, is it?” You said as you looked down at her.

“Not even close.” Hermione chuckled.

“Alright, why don’t you tell me where they are then.”

“Look a little to your right.”

“Oh.”

“See it?”

“Yeah.” You said but it came out as a whisper. Hermione lifted her head off your shoulder and you suddenly felt very aware of the close proximity that the two of you were in.

“‘Mione?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Hermione didn’t say anything, instead she closed the gap between you two. As cliche as it sounds the world around you felt like it had stopped. Hermione brought her hands to your shoulders and she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck. Whilst you placed your hands on her waist bringing her a tad closer.

You both slowly separated from one another, both breathing heavily, but in time with one another. You kept your hands on her hips but Hermione moved her hands from the back of your neck and placed them on your chest.

“I really like you Hermione.” You said with your voice just above a whisper.

“I really like you too.”

“Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“That’s a bit out of the blue but yeah.“

“I didn’t really plan on kissing you but I would happily do it again.”

“Oh would you now?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I’d mind it.”

“No?”

“Definitely not.”

#hermione granger #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger imagines #hermione granger x reader #emma watson #emma watson imagine #emma watson imagines #emma watson x reader

[aceditwrites]

HI HELLO! We’re already friends so I can skip the niceties 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

*pulls up in car* I’d like uhhhhhh Caregiver (Mama) Natasha and Wanda (Mommy) fic where… uhhh do you have a number 3? No. Okay. Where uhh Little R gets in trouble (idk what for, go wild) and Wanda is trying to coddle them and Natasha is likeee make her go in time out, or write lines! A bit of arguing but nothing crazy. The rest of the avengers sort of start gathering and watching on the sidelines, picking sides, that’d be funny.

so uh i wrote this during study hall in school without having access to tumblr, i low key (entirely) forgot about the avengers taking sides

“But she’s just a little baby!” Wanda holds her little close to her chest.

“A little baby, my ass. A trouble maker is what she is.” Natasha scowls, looking at the girl clingy to her mommy. 

“What did she do? It couldn’t have been bad!” Wanda argues, stroking y/n’s hair.

“I didn’t do nothin’, mommy! I didn’t!” The little defends herself as she tries not to see her mama’s scowl.

“You calling me liar?” Natasha raises a brow.

“No…” y/n sniffles, “It wasn’t bad.. My drawings were really pretty.” 

“You drew on the walls, Detka?” Wanda kneels down to look at her. y/n nods miserably. “That’s not very good..”

“Darn right, it’s not.” Natasha mutters, putting her hands on her hips. “I say we make her clean it off herself.” 

“No! No! She doesn’t deserve that! I think a little time out will be a good punishment.” Wanda pleads a little, not wanting to really punish the little. 

“Nuh-uh. She’s not getting off easy this time.” Despite Natasha’s anger she grabs y/n’s hand gently and draws her toward the wall she drew on. 

Wanda follows suit, “Oh but look at them! The drawings are so precious! They drew Bucky.. And Alpine… and Hela.. and is that us?” 

“Mhmm…” y/n nods again, looking at her feet.

“Natasha..” Wanda mutters.

“Wanda.” Natasha says sternly. 

Wanda backs down and then whispers to y/n. y/n nods and looks at Natasha.

“I’m sorry, mama.. I won’t do it again.” The little wipes a tear off of their face.

Natasha almost lets her off the hook, “I forgive you, kid. But you still have to face the consequences of your actions.” y/n sniffles again. Wanda looks at the little sympathetically, mentally making sure to give her extra cuddles later. y/n scrubs the walls with a frown, she really thought her drawings were good! I huffs and puffs a little bit and then tears slide down her face. She cries quietly to herself as she cleans off the walls. 

Wanda passes by and hears her little whining. She kneels down to wipe her eyes, “What’s wrong, little one?” 

y/n breaths heavily as she says “I jus’ so- i jus’ so tired, mommy. I wanna take a nap..” 

Wanda looks at the girl, knowing that Natasha was out. She weighs her options carefully. “Oh ok.” She nods a little, “Come on.” She beckons the crying child to the living and they climb on the couch. y/n lays her head on her mommy’s chest, stiff sniffling and whining a little. 

“There, there..” Wanda rubs soothing circles into her back. 

“I so sleepy, mommy.” y/n mumbles. 

“I know, dreamy, I know.” Wanda shushes the little as she falls asleep, neglecting her punishment. Natasha comes back to the compound not long later, walking past the unclean wall, “What’s this little rascal doing here, huh?”

“Nat, she was so so sleepy. I had to let her take a liiittle nap.” Wanda looks at her friend and co-parent sadly.

Natasha finally breaks, “Fine, fine.” She puts her hands up in defeat. “She’s off the hook this time.”

AAAAAAAAAA THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT AND IT’S SO SHORT, IM SO SORRY. BUT ANYWAYS, IM DRAGGING MYSELF OUT OF A WRITING SLUMP. ANYWAYS, REQUESTS STILL OPEN

#aced it #writing #requests open #marvel #age re #age re safe space

[spritehouse]

Give it up to You (I surrender) (Scrap/WIP)

Title from Heat Lightning by Mitski

Notes: Another fic I started writing for Whumptober & never finished! I'm not sure if I'll continue this one because Physical Whump™️ is a little outside my area of expertise but I like to surprise myself so here it is

Prompt: Shock (no. 4) Moreid | 689 words | Spencer & Derek get kidnapped and tortured

⚠️TW: drugs/drugging, torture, & electrocution (not graphic)

“Derek!” Spencer screams as pain sears through the older agent’s body, electricity sending sparks of agony coursing through his veins.

“I’m okay, Pretty Boy,” He chokes when it ends, lifting his head just high enough to meet his partner’s eyes, wide and welling with tears as a faceless figure drags him out of the room, “I’ll be okay.”

“Reid! Spencer!”

The voice is distant and muffled—like his head is underwater, thoughts swimming—but desperate as Spencer comes to, half-conscious hands exploring the cold concrete beneath him.

“Der?” He croaks, forcing his eyes open, movements slow and shaky, body disconnected from his brain as he pushes himself up, using the stone wall to stabilize himself. “What–”

He pauses, his gaze finally focusing, finding his partner on the other side of a glass wall, straining to stand on his toes in the center of the room, arms stretched out from his sides by chains attached to either wall.

“Derek? Are you–” His voice catches in his throat, blood rushing to his head, making Spencer stumble back.

“Spence? What is it? Are you okay?”

“Disorientation, drowsiness, lowered coordination...” Spencer murmurs to himself, letting his forehead fall against the cold wall, taking a few shallow, shaking breaths before speaking up so Derek can hear. “Drugs... I’m on– I’ve been drugged.”

“What–?”

“Not opioids,” He adds, lifting his head again, finally making eye contact with Derek. “A sedative, probably... I can’t remember...”

“Okay. That’s good; you figured that out fast, which means your beautiful brain is still intact.” Spencer hums a small affirmative, sliding down the wall.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Pretty Boy; my shoulders are a little sore, but I’ll manage.”

“They overpowered two FBI agents,” The younger brunette murmurs after a minute, gears in his head still turning, albeit slower than usual. “We didn’t have our guns on us, but we– well, you could’ve defended yourself... Do you– What do you remember?”

Derek pauses, brows furrowed as he searches his fuzzy memories.

“The bookstore; we were walking back to the car from the cafe, and you wanted to stop at the bookstore, and then–” He shakes his head. “It goes dark after that.”

“Do you feel–?” Spencer trails off, eyelids fluttering closed for a second as he loses his train of thought, looking for the right word like digging through mud. “Did they drug you?”

“No, but my head hurts; they probably blitzed me.”

“Makes sense... disable the stronger one first...”

“Yeah, so they blitz me first, then drug you before you can react and bring us here. Why?”

“No kidnapping or missing persons cases in the area that fit this. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?”

“No–”

Derek’s eyes widen, his heart racing as Spencer slumps forward, chains rattling as he pulls on the without give.

“Spencer!”

“Don’t worry, Agent Morgan; Doctor Reid is okay,” Someone speaks, their voice deep and masculine, drawing Derek’s attention to a speaker in the corner. “I just gave him a little something to help him sleep. We can’t have you two talking too much before the fun begins?”

“What do you want?” He keeps his voice steady as he speaks, unwilling to let the unsub feed on his fear.

“I want to break you, Derek Morgan and I’m going to use your boyfriend to do it.”

+ Alt Opening:

Spencer wakes up to the all-too-familiar feeling of opioids clouding his thoughts, eliciting a low groan from the groggy genius. 

“Well, look who’s finally awake!” An unfamiliar voice echoes, making his head spin.

“Spence? Are you okay?”

He hums, nodding in what he hopes is Derek's direction.

“Oh, he’s more than alright, Agent Morgan; Doctor Reid is having a great time right now.”

“I’m high.” The younger brunette fills in when his boyfriend doesn’t respond, words bitter and burning on his lips.

“I really thought he’d be out longer; looks like our Pretty Boy here has a higher tolerance than I anticipated.”

“Don’t call him that–”

“‘S okay, Der,” Spencer interrupts, hearing the anger rising in the older agent’s voice. “He’s trying to get a reaction outta you.”

“Who would’ve thought the addict would be the reasonable one here?”

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[almost-gabrielle]

Love your writings🤍 Would love a Frodo imagine where he has always loved Y/N. Y/N has had hardships too (not on Frodo’s level, but def still some trauma). He comes back to the Shire from healing & expresses his love for Y/N, Y/N do too. Then a proposal/wedding/wedding night (if seggsy details are permitted)?🥹

Hi :)! Thank you for requesting & thank you for being the first one to request! I hope that you like this imagine. if not, i can totally redo it if you want me to :)! PS: i'll try and add a little bit of segc moments but i won't overdo it. Lemme know if you want that to change!

Title: For All Eternity

It's been nearly eight years since Frodo left for the Undying Lands with Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and Gandalf. He'd promised that he would come back, but I didn't know when. I'd spent countless days looking through the windows of Bag End (which he gave to me before he left) waiting for him to return. I spent countless nights crying because I knew that it would be years before he returned. His side of the bed that he used to sleep in when we were still dating, felt cold and empty.

I missed him desperately. It wasn't obvious. Even Sam had done everything he could to distract me from the man I loved. Merry and Pippin had done their best.

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom that Frodo and I once shared. I did not want to get out of bed. My thoughts kept straying towards Frodo and all the difficulties we'd gone through together. But obviously, his hurts were deeper than mine. I only had to witness what my beloved Hobbit was going through. I didn't go through what he went through. And I could tell that he was going through hell during our long, dangerous trek to Mordor.

The sound of someone knocking on the door brought me to my senses. At first, I ignored it, thinking that it was Sam coming to try and get me to be motivated during the day. Or maybe it was Merry and Pippin. They were always trying to find some way to drag me out of bed and do outdoorsy things with them. Of course I had to go with them, though reluctantly. I'd rather stay in bed all day and do nothing.

But when the knock sounded again, I groaned, grumbling to myself. I rolled out of bed and slumped towards the door. I reluctantly opened it. The first thing I saw first, obviously, was a pair of large, hairy feet. My eyes travelled to the rest of his body and finally, his face.

My eyes went wide when I saw that it was my beloved Hobbit standing in front of me. I shrieked with joy before jumping into his arms for a hug, sobbing with relief. Frodo responded and wrapped his arms safely and securely around my waist. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I missed this feeling. I missed the feeling of him being close to me. I missed hugging him whenever I got the chance.

"God, you have no idea how much I've missed you!" I breathed though excitedly, as I broke from the hug. "I thought that you'd never come back!"

"I'll always come back for you, y/n," Frodo reassured.

I examined his face. The color of his eyes were still the same. But this time, they were no longer filled with pain, sorrow, or regret. They only glowed with love. He looked healthier than he had been in years. He smiled for the first time since he left for the Valinor. Still holding his hands in mine, he got to his knees, and spoke.

"Y/n? Ever since before my adventure, and during my adventure, I'd always loved you. Even though you weren't officially there, you were the reason why I kept going. I always have. And I musk ask: Will you marry me?"

As he was speaking he pulled out something from his back pocket. And I realized that it was a ring.

"YES!" I squealed excitedly. I threw my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him backwards. I cried happy tears. Once I'd calmed down a little bit, he took the ring from its place and gently slid it onto my finger.

He scooped me in his arms, kissing me fiercely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The kiss was full of need, passion, and love. We began to plan the wedding right away.

Several months after Frodo had proposed to me, it was finally the day of our wedding. We'd invited nearly everyone in the Shire (except for the Sackville-Bagginses, who'd always wanted Bag End). Even some members of the Fellowship came to celebrate with us! Unfortunately, Aragorn or Arwen couldn't make it, as they were expecting their third child any time soon, and Aragorn was incredibly busy ruling Gondor and the rest of Middle-Earth.

That day was lovely. Frodo and I said our vows to each other, promising that we would take care of each other during our difficult days. I looked him firmly in the eyes as I said my vows to him. I was scared on the inside, but I knew that my vows were what I wanted to say.

"You may kiss the bride!" the Minister said.

Our lips touched and the entire crowd cheered.

That night, we settled into Bag End. We'd finally be sharing that home together. Once we set foot on the threshold of Bag End, Frodo immediately scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style to the bedroom we'd share together for the rest of our lives.

Once we got changed into some different clothing, I immediately grabbed Frodo by the neck, and shoved him gently down onto the bed roughly, causing him to chuckle. I began to kiss him. His lips were soft and pillowy, and tasted slightly of the ale that we had drunk during the feast. The kiss felt cautious and tentative. But gradually, it began to get rough and full of need, and he flipped the both of us over so that he was on top, and I was on the bottom.

His hands slipped underneath the hem of my shirt. His cold hands felt nice against my skin. I gasped lightly and arched my back a little bit. I then began to fumble at the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands, exposing his bare chest. My eyes examined the scars that were left on his body since the quest.

Frodo noticed my stares, and immediately became insecure. He tried to hide his scars by wrapping his shirt around himself, but I only stopped him, pulling his hands away.

"Don't," I whispered, forcing his hands away from his shirt. "You don't have to be embarrassed about your scars, love. It means that you've survived. It means that you're strong."

Frodo blushed at my comment, and bent down, as to kiss me. He kissed me ferociously, causing me to moan slightly. I made sure to kiss each of his scars, letting him know that I was there for him, and that his hard days were over.

Frodo gave me a look of adoration. Tears of relief came to his eyes and he bent down to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I reached over to grab the candle snuffer. Frodo began to pull the covers over us. I snuffed out the candles and Frodo pulled the covers completely over our heads.

***So sorry if the ending was crappy! Lemme know if you want me to redo it!***

***Update: I hope that this is a bit more of what you hoped for, anonymous! Thanks again for requesting!***

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[laughableillusions]

Goodnight Michael

Hi so I finished Halloween Ends and wanted to write something of Madcap/Sam saying goodbye to him when its all over. [SPOILERS FOR HALLOWEEN ENDS UNDER THE CUT]

The morning was warm oddly enough, the morning after it all finally ended. It was as if the Earth itself had let out a breath of relief. The monster was finally gone. Michael Myers had finally been destroyed, completely destroyed. Any life that was left inside him had been lost within that trash grinder. And that was that. No loose ends, no missing body, and no more mask. The clean up was quick, and not even the grass showed any sign of the cleansing. Still brown and dying, just another autumn morning. The leaves crunched under the man’s footsteps as he walked, huddled in an old leather pilot coat, dirty oxfords and a faded yellow Hawaiian button-down. His hair was willy in his old age, but still puffed around his head in gray curls, like a clown. The town knew him as Sam, a drifter who had simply stopped in Haddonfield, and stayed there. He would ask for money sometimes, offering to juggle or tell a good joke, and otherwise was one of the cleaner-looking homeless rabble. It was little known of his past, only that he had been a performer of some kind. In the past he would turn up just on Halloween, like an omen of what was to come. And he disappeared just as fast. If asked he would say he was here for the spectacle of it, whatever that meant nobody could tell. But that was just Sam. His strangeness was attributed to his poverty, and that was that.

And now, at the end of everything. He was here. He walked along the cleaned grass, humming to himself as he walked. A cigarette perched in his lips, until he stopped. He stopped, and stood. The metal grinder stood back, the only evidence of the night before. The last Halloween. He circled it slowly, just humming and circling, almost as if he was comforting it. Then he climbed up onto the bed of it, squatting down in front of the geers and breathed smoke into the abyss. “Hello Sweatpea.” He said, smiling. He pressed a hand to the metal.  “Sometimes I really don’t know how you get into these situations, but you really can’t let life grind you down you know?”

He chuckled, but his smile turned sad.

“Too soon?”

Sam took a drag from his cigarette before throwing it into the grinder.

“You deserve it I think, you’ve had a rough night.” He patted the metal. “But I won’t keep you long, just wanna say my goodbyes is all.”

He stood up again, leaning against the metal shelf.

“I’ll be blunt, don’t worry.” He warned, smiling again.

“I can’t say that this is how I expected it to end, somehow I thought it would be more of a viking funeral. Perhaps it’s too late to say that I wanted to collect some ashes for myself, for old times sake you know. But, this was it…the final curtain for you.”

Sam’s voice then shook, as his eyes became wet and he sniffled.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so proud. I’m so proud of you kitty, I’m so proud that you got this far. I’m so proud that I got to know you. But, well I’m also sad. Not to say that the timing was bad, but well…maybe I wish it wasn’t you first?”

A tear fell from his cheek, he wiped it away quickly.

“We both knew this was coming of course, but I guess I just didn’t really think it would happen. You’ve died so many times that maybe you’d really just get up from this one. You’d get up and look at me and I’d say something like “See it wasn’t that bad!” and then you’d make me buy you pancakes and that terrible black coffee.”

He sighed, slumping down to sit.

“The truth is Michael, I’m gonna miss you. Bad. Even if you didn’t think that was possible, even if you were just a void or some all consuming evil trapped in a man’s body. I loved you, no. I love you. I know you know that, and I know you love me as well. But, I won’t be able to feel it anymore. I won’t see it. When I looked in your eyes, it was you. And now there won’t be you anymore. I don’t know.”

More tears fell, too many to swipe away. His lip trembled and his voice was breaking.

“I’m old now Michael, I’m just an old man. Was it selfish of me to think we’d put this behind us? Go settle in the wilderness somewhere, just the 2 of us. No more driving, no more stealing, a little less killing. Not none of course, but less. Maybe we could’ve had a lazy old cat that we’d feed the mice…things like that. But I don’t regret what we had, and God knows I don’t hate you for it. Maybe just once I want to hold you again, real close, like when we were kids and you had nightmares. Maybe then I wouldn’t be sitting here, crying some boring old eulogy bullshit. I don’t want you worrying down there, because I know you worry, and I want you to sleep. I want you to sleep so deep and so well that you won’t even hear this.”

With trembling hands he fished out a crumpled cigarette box from his coat pocket,and lit it  with a chipped red zippo lighter. He took a drag, letting out a shaky sigh.

“I’ll be there soon though, so don't worry about waiting either. But I won’t try to accelerate it or anything, you don’t have to worry about taking care of me anymore, no sir-ey. So you just sleep. You sleep and you let me handle the rest, okay? Just right now, right now let me…let me say my goodbyes.”

He closed his eyes, laying his head back against the wall. Letting his long legs splay out in front of him. He sat like that for a while, puffing lazily on his cigarette as he sniffled. Saying nothing more, but resting all the same.

The sun moved slowly in the sky, flashing in slow motion as it passed behind the clouds. The wind would swirl around him sometimes, brushing by his face in different directions. It was like he had died right there too. A silent and calm death, right at the mouth of violence.

But instead he opened his eyes, throwing the cigarette he had burned through over the wall behind him. Slowly he stood, groaning in the way only an old man groaned as he straightened.

He stood back over the mouth of the grinder, resting a hand onto it and closing his eyes. He took a long breath, leaning his head down onto the cold metal.

Memories played against that piece of steel, not always of this town, but of others. Stuffy hospital rooms, drafty motel rooms that smelled of bleach and piss, the sting of fluorescent lights, the taste of nauseating sweetness and the smell of blood and sweat and skin. A turmoil of a life lived too fast with someone who would walk too slow. They always came back here. Back to where it began. Its physical origin is now gone, but the memories of those dusty walls and crumbling floors remained.

Sam then stood again, letting out a shaky breath. But for a moment, there was a warmth from behind him. A shadow of a thought, but a presence. A silent, motionless presence.

He didn’t turn around just yet, just stared at his dulled reflection in the metal. Just behind him, what perhaps was just an imperfection in the material, looked to be a shape, Just barely peeking out. Sam smiled, wiping away the last of his tears.

“Goodnight Michael.” He said quietly, finally turning around.

The autumn breeze blew past him, the trees providing nothing but a whisper against it. And from that, Sam left that place. Leaving the tomb to let its precious dead rest

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[ashwritestuff]

Whew this was my first time writing a proper smut and I think it came out pretty well lol

This was so self indulgent because I love eula more than I love myself.

Tw : understim and overstim

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you hadn’t seen eula in a while. that was a fact that everyone knew at this point. 

eula was a busy person and as understanding as you were of her position, you still couldn’t help but feel bitter that you hadn’t seen your girlfriend in the past 72 hours. 

you took another swig of your drink and promptly collapsed on your table. you lied there thinking of all the things you could be doing with your girlfriend but here you were, drinking your heart out like it was the end of the world. 

it also didn’t help that kaeya was now teasing you for this. 

‘oh poor you, must be so lonely’ this, ‘albedo would never leave for an extended amount of time’ that, made you want to throw him off Starsnatch Cliff. 

you sighed, looking around for people to talk to, when a smart idea occurred to you. you were at the moment, bored and didn’t have a partner. so you decided to have some ‘fun’, so to say. 

you looked around the room for some targets for your devilish masterplan. and there you spotted sister rosaria, sitting in a corner sipping on some wine, blissfully unaware of your scheming eyes. 

you stood up, head spinning but your mind clear on what you wanted to do. you walked over with unsteady legs, arms flailing to find something to hold onto. 

after what seemed like an hour of you just being unsteady on your feet, you finally reached rosaria’s table. 

you slumped on a set opposite rosaria, staring into her cold unwavering eyes, and said ‘hey girl, do you have a pyro vision because it’s getting hot in here.’

rosaria stared at you blankly for a minute before responding, ‘sorry, but i have a cryo vision.’ 

‘well phew is it getting hot in here~’ you said in a cheery voice, before taking off your jacket which covered a risqué top, which showed most of your chest. you noticed rosaria’s eyes widening a little and a faint blush showing on her pale face. she coughed a few times, knowing full well how eula’s vengeance policy worked. 

‘whats wrong rosaria?’ you asked in a worried tone, tilting your head to the side and widening your eyes a bit. as soon as your head tilted, your loose top slipped, revealing even more of your chest and the majority of your shoulder.

rosaria seemed even more interested in her drink at this point. 

you then had an idea. not a good one but an idea nonetheless. 

you stood up and leaned over, getting less than an inch from rosaria’s face, looking like you were about to kiss her, in that moment. rosaria could see 90% of your chest, except for the important bits. 

but before you could, a voice behind you startled you and you backed away from rosaria’s face. 

‘what the fuck do you thing you’re doing.’ 

the ice in her voice made you shiver, suddenly making you notice how much skin you had exposed to rosaria. 

you reached to cover yourself up but eula stopped your hand with an iron grip. you looked up, hoping to look at eula’s warm eyes, but you were met with a metallic gaze, which made you instantly lower your eyes.

eula then proceeded to drag you out of angels share, in the process ignoring diluc who was whining about you not paying the bill, but eula was not about to stop for anyone.

her grip hurt. a lot. but you knew better than to complain at this point so you were just helplessly paraded throughout most of monstadt, even though it was in the middle of the night. 

eula didn’t bother opening the door with a key, like a normal person. instead with her almost super-human strength she shattered the door in one hit, making you glad you lived in a rather secluded part of monstadt. 

eula had decided that dragging you around was annoying, so instead she picked you up bridal style with one arm, and stormed into the bedroom. 

she basically threw you on the bed, but still made sure that you weren’t hurt in the process. classic eula behaviour. 

she didn’t bother wasting time, the moment your back hit the bed, your shirt had been ripped off, leaving your upper body cold and bare. you shivered, trying to get some heat by rubbing your arms, but eula was quick to notice and pulled your arms up over your head, leaving nothing to hide. 

eula took a quick glance at your body before letting her lips wrap around your sensitive nub, teasingly biting down on it and letting out a satisfied hum at the way you yelped. 

she looked up at your face, relishing the way you were squeaming around, face all blushed and pretty. 

you suddenly felt a cool breeze hit your breast, and you looked down to realise that eula had suddenly gotten up. you were about to whine about it, but one glare from eula shut you up. 

you lowered your arms with a wince. you hadn’t felt the ache when eula was holding them up. the noise of eula’s footsteps rose you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, curious to see what eula had left for. 

when you realised, your eyes widened in shock. 

‘are you fucking kidding me?!’ you blurted out, without thinking twice. 

eula narrowed her eyes at you, evidently not happy with your attitude, but made no remark. she walked towards you slowly, looking as if she were stalking her prey. 

the cold metal of handcuffs against your warm hands was uncomfortable, to say the least. you tried squirming around to get the handcuffs in a better position but to no avail. 

and then, eula got to work on your breasts once again. she knew just how to get a rise out of you, but never once gave you the full pleasure that came with it. 

slowly but steadily eula went lower and lower, until she reached the waistband of your pants. she held a steady gaze with you, as her teeth touched the zip of your pants, and lowered it. your breath hitched, because by god, you had never seen something sexier ever before. 

she dragged your pants down, inch by inch, and time had never gone slower in that moment. 

as she got to your panties, she started to get impatient, so instead of teasing you slowly, eula ripped the underwear clean off your body, now revealing your entire body to her.

she slowly looks at your panties then back at you, ‘already this wet my little slut~ looks like i’ll have to punish you for that.’ you gulped, not knowing what evil thoughts were going through eula’s head. 

eula slowly starting licking you, not even properly, just these little tiny kitten licks which made you want to beg for more. but you knew better than to beg.  

before long it got too much. you started grinding your hips in hope to find more, but she never gave you more than the minimum.  

in an instant, eula’s tongue found its way to your opening and starting lapping up your juices, as if you were some exquisite treat she had never tasted before. 

you moaned, the feeling of her tongue on your jewels was the best thing you could’ve hoped for. but it didnt last for long. eula went back to her little butterfly kisses, leaving you incredibly unsatisfied. 

you nudged her with your knee a few times, indirectly asking for more. she stopped, and looked up at you before saying, ‘this is a punishment kitten, this isn’t supposed to make you feel good. now be a good kitten and stay still.’ 

her voice was music for your ears and made you drip even more. she smirked and before you knew it two of her fingers snuck into your entrance.

you gasped, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but it wasn’t like you didn’t mind it.

her fingers pumped back and forth, making you arch your back in pleasure. you had never felt this type of sensation before. it was simply exquisite.

you were so close, oh so close to your climax, when eula pulled her fingers out, making you whine in frustration.

"Now now, don't get ahead of yourself, your lesson's not over yet. When I'm done with you, you'll know your place like the good slut you are." Eula chuckled before sticking her fingers inside of you again, curling inside of your gummy walls mercilessly, which made you moan and whimper as she hit all the right spots.

after a while, you couldn’t take it anymore. tears were forming in your eyes, from feeling so much pleasure without ever getting to release. 

‘eula please… i need it so bad… please.’ you begged, not being able to form any more words.

you looked down almost embarrassed of what you just said, but then you felt a hand under your chin, lifting your head up.

you looked into eulas eyes, expecting a cold hard darkness but instead you found them looking at you with a loving stare in place.

she leaned forward, landing a kiss on your forehead before saying, ‘of course love, you’ve been such a good girl so far, i think you deserve it.’

eula disappeared between your legs, and you felt the familiar feeling of her fingers in your innermost walls.

you were moaning so loudly, but you didn’t even realise it because the pleasure had taken over all of your senses at this point.

you were close to your release, but instead of pulling out eula started pumping even faster and faster, and before long you squirted all over her fingers.

you panted, exhausted from all the stimulation. you looked down at eula and smiled at her, flashing the biggest smile you could.

eula smiled, and without looking down once, took a finger and scooped up your juices and without hesitation put it in her mouth.

‘eula!!! that’s so embarrassing stop that!’ you whined, not expecting her to do something bold like that.

‘why not? you taste like a goddess anyway, can’t let this go to waste.’ she said with a chuckle.

you landed a light hit to her arm, but you were smiling along with her.

‘okay now carry me to the bathroom, i need to take a shower but after what you’ve done to me i don’t think ill be able to walk at all.’

eula scooped you up, bridal style this time, and started walking over to the bathroom.

you looked up into the face of the most beautiful person in monstadt and thought.

wow

im whipped for this woman.

#eula #eula smut #eula x reader #Genshin impact #eula Genshin

[faebaex]

Soulmates? - II

|| Part I ||

author note: part 2 (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ I had fun writing this, young Vi is so dramatic and defensive (>ω<) and some more Lilia this time, at least! It’s fun writing him, I’m trying to do my best and write him well... I’m excited to write more about their dynamic in the future. 

Please note that this is a female character.

characters: Violetta Palebloom (oc), Lilia Vanrouge

It had been a week since the incident at the clearing.

At first, the paranoia was never ending. I could hardly walk from one room to another without looking over my shoulder, peering around suspiciously, waiting for him to just... Jump out, or something. Had I always been this way? The retainers regarded me oddly, and I was certain it was doing me no favours with my growing reputation. The advisors tried their best to steer any conversation away from my burgeoning reputation, but it was obvious. When the people looked at me, they didn’t smile. They looked scared. 

Probably the most unfortunate result from the clearing was that, in order to avoid any further run-ins, I stayed in the castle. Which meant work. Lots of work. The more the responsibilities stacked up, the more I wondered why anyone had even fought for this position in the first place. It was all such a drag. By the end of the week, I was exhausted, my brain feeling like it was twisting and turning in place as it tried to cling desperately to every question, book and problem that had been placed before me. A broken kingdom takes time to heal, I remember the advisor scolding as I slumped on the table during one meeting. Yeah, great, and whose fault is that? 

Slipping out of the castle was a breeze this time, my prior excellent attendance lulling the advisors into the belief that I’d suddenly grown out of absconding at every opportunity. I decided on a different path to Granny’s this time, a more covert route to keep myself out of sight. Just because he hadn’t seemed to approach the castle, didn’t mean he wasn’t still lurking around amongst the trees. The man was sneaky... After all, nobody else has been alerted to his presence yet. Just what was he up to? Perhaps telling the advisors would have been smart... But what if they’d be able to tell? Like, does finding your soulmate put a big arrow over your head, so everyone can tell?! My cheeks warmed at the thought. Granny’s reaction certainly didn’t help.

“Ne, granny... Have you ever met someone that makes your chest feel warm... like its on fire?”

“Mmm? Oh dear... Do you have a crush, little flower?” 

“N-no, of course not! I just... Read about it, in one of those... books the advisors gave me!” 

“Aha, I see, how lucky that such a book survived the war!” 

Just remembering her teasing tone made my face flush. That ruled out telling her what had happened, I would never hear the end of it... Still, perhaps if I simply told the advisors that I had spotted an unknown outsider, they wouldn’t ask too many questions, the man in question would end up getting chased off and life would go on, without me having to look over my shoulder every day. Yes, that was it. That was the plan. 

Eventually, Granny’s house appeared through the trees, and I felt the stress slowly melt from my shoulders. At least for a couple hours I could rest and eat some good food. Maybe I could even convince Granny to play with my hair again, I had worked all week, I deserved it! 

“Granny, I’m baaaaa--- !?!”

“Oh. Hello, little one. Nice of you to finally join us.”

The man. 

The man from the clearing... 

The man from the clearing was... sitting at my grandmother’s table... Drinking tea?!

My jaw hung open and just like that, the warmth in my chest returned. Was this for real? Surely this was a nightmare... Maybe I had fallen asleep at the meeting table and--

“How many times have I told you not to slam that door? Honestly, little flower, you’ll bring the whole house down one of these days... Now come in, come in, I’ll fetch you some tea...” 

Granny’s scolding was what snapped me awake, just in time to see the man raise his teacup to his lips with a smirk. 

“Little flower? How cute.” 

My face burned, right up to the tips of my ears. Combined with the warmth in my chest, bursting into a ball of flames would probably feel cooler. 

“Grandma--”

“Now, now, don’t be so rude when we have a guest! Sit down.”

... Yet again, the universe proved that it indeed could get worse. 

Reluctantly, I shifted away from the door, my feet dragging against the floor as I took a step--

“And take off those shoes, young lady!” 

I jumped at Granny’s sudden quip, a wave of embarrassment washing over me as I felt my cheeks grow even hotter. Oh how embarrassing. I swear I could hear the man chuckling under his breath. In a fit of pique, I placed my shoes as far away as possible from his, holding my head high as I tried to appear as composed as possible, as if my cheeks weren’t bright red and I wasn’t coming off the tail end of a continuous scolding from my grandmother. I opted for the chair furthest way from the man, to which he cocked a brow, that same smirk still on his lips. 

Silence fell in the room, and I could feel my skin prickling at the awkwardness of the situation. Clearly it was just me who felt that way though, as Granny was happily humming away in the kitchen as she prepared a fresh pot of tea, whilst our guest was simply staring over at me, smirking away, seeming as if he was right at home in my grandmother’s little home. 

I eyed up the man sat opposite me, realising that before now, I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him, for one reason or another. He was clearly fae, the tips of his pointed ears poking out from amongst his hair. Speaking of, his hairstyle was... Interesting, streaks of hot pink peeking through his otherwise long, black locks. His lips, on the thin side, were still turned up in a nice but quickly becoming insufferable smirk. Wait, nice? Did I just think his smile was nice? What is wrong with me? It was only when our eyes locked that I realised that I had been essentially been openly gawking at him, whilst he watched, no less! His smirk had widened, a fang poking out roguishly as he stared back at me shamelessly. His lips parted, and I steeled myself... before a cup of tea was placed down in front of me. 

“Grandma! Wh--”

“Now, dear, have you introduced yourself to our guest? It’s good manners, you should put it into practice, especially with--”

Good grief. “Grandma!!” 

“Ah, we hadn’t got a chance yet. Is this your lovely granddaughter that you’ve been telling me about?”

Telling him about?!? I shot Granny a sharp look, but she continued on, like I wasn’t even there. 

“Yes! I apologise, she’s surprisingly shy around new people, it seems. Little flower, this is Lilia. Lilia, this is--”

“He doesn’t need to know my name, Grandma!” I hissed, cutting her off. Was this old lady insane? Going to give out my name so easily. To another fae, no less! However, all she gave me was a disapproving look. But that name, Lilia... Why did it sound like I’d heard it before somewhere...? I tried to wrack my brain, hard as it might whilst simultaneously trying to keep the old lady in check. What details would she try to give out next, my age? My title? My measurements? Perhaps we needed a talk about boundaries. 

“You’re so prickly today, little flower. Did you have a bad time at work? Either way, that’s no way to behave in front of guests. I’m terribly sorry, Lilia, she’s usually much warmer.”

The man, Lilia, chuckled, setting his teacup down. “It’s quite alright. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I’m Lilia. Lilia Vanrouge.” 

Lilia Vanrouge... Lilia Vanrouge... Lilia... Vanrouge?

The colour drained from my face immediately, once fiery red cheeks turning paper white in a matter of seconds. My stomach twisted, feeling like a rock had just been tossed inside. 

Lilia Vanrouge. That Lilia Vanrouge? Member of the Briar Valley royal guard Lilia Vanrouge? The many medalled general who’d seen countless conflicts, that Lilia Vanrouge? 

The sound of chair legs scrapping along wooden floors filled the room as I stood, hand thumping on the table. Lilia reclaimed his teacup, lifting it to his lips, as if he expected such a reaction. 

“Grandma, are you absolutely insane? You welcome an outsider into your home, and one from Briar Valley, no less! One with such close ties to their royal family! What are you, president of the Briar Valley fan club?! Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?!” I ranted, tone severe and scolding. My ire only grew as  Granny only sighed exasperatedly at my lecture. 

“Well, I couldn’t leave him out in the forest all week, could I? I didn’t leave you.”

I reeled back, my hackles rising in offense and my expression darkening. “That... That is not the same.” The old lady shot me a sympathetic look, having the decency to look a bit sheepish as she seemed to realise that she’d crossed a line. 

Wait... All week? He’d been staying here all week?

I groaned in frustration, hands rising to scrub at my face, the mounting frustration turning my voice akin to a whine. “Grandma, you know how hard things have been at work lately and now you’ve just made everything ten... no, a hundred times worse.” How was I supposed to explain this to the advisors? Hey guys, funny story, you know that general you are all terrified of? He’s in my grandma’s kitchen, fancy that! Been there all week, he’s a great help around the house apparently! And to top it all off, he--

Wait.

Does that mean...

My head shot up, my hands falling to cover my mouth. In my anger, I had completely blanked on one key, terrible detail. My soulmate... 

The Lilia Vanrouge was my soulmate... Well, shit. 

Suddenly, I didn’t feel so good. My head spun, and I’d wished I hadn’t stood so quickly from my chair. A weakness snuck up on my limbs, and my brain refused to cooperate, choosing rather to spin and distort my senses. I vaguely heard the sound of chair legs scraping against wood, and muffled voices. The exhaustion, the endless meetings, the anxiety, the anger, the frustration... It all seemed to come to a climax as I felt my legs slip out from under me and darkness slip over my vision. 

... Ah, I guess the ground finally decided to swallow me after all. 

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What I Read in July!

For so long now I have been in the worst reading slump, getting through a book a month at most, but I got so much read in July and I'm so proud of it. I finally feel a bit more like myself 🥰

1. Babel by RF Kuang

I was dying to read this book for so. long. and it didn't disappoint! This was a fantasy story set in 1800s Oxford in a fictional Translation Institute, Babel. The storyline and imagery was just incredible, and everything felt so accurate to that timeline. The way it explored linguistics and meanings that got lost in translation fascinated me, the characters broke my heart, and the way RF Kuang handles racism in the story was just as educational, accurate and raw as always. Anybody who read this and said 'oh it made me feel guilty for being white!'.... you're the problem.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

2. Gallant by VE Schwab

This was a really satisfying fast read in my opinion, or maybe after the monster that is Babel anything would seem fast 😂. Since many pages are taken up by illustrations and journal pages with little writing, the story itself is fast but still really good. It explores a girl in an orphanage who has always been able to see ghosts, and the only possession she has is her mother's journal who tells her she will be safe as long as she stays away from Gallant. I am a sucker for dark fantasy and the concept of entities entering from other worlds, and really loved this story. I did feel slightly underwhelmed at the ending, but the story and atmosphere was enjoyable nonetheless.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

3. Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Trust me when I tell you that this is what Shadow and Bone wishes it could be. Murder, secret societies, college campus, magic and a girl who can see ghosts. What's not to love?! I adored Alex's sarcastic character, and her back story was so raw and unjust. If you like dark academia vibes and fantasy, just read it. One of my top books without a doubt.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

4. Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo

If course I immediately devoured the sequel and was not left disappointed. Finding out more about a certain ability interested me so much, and so many elements came full circle! Fair warning however, this is not the end, and now I must endure the wait for book 3 🥲. Story of my life.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

5. A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

Honestly I tend to stay away from romance books for the most part because of amatonormative themes that often crop up, but in my experience gay romance is more modern in that sense, and this plot was far to amazing sounding for me to skip. Yet another historical setting, a misunderstanding that plunges somebody not magical into the magical world, curses, and forbidden gay love. What's not to love! That twist at the end of something unrectified was brilliant and I will have to read the second book very soon!

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✨️/5

Other

Now this isn't technically a book.... but I mean audiobooks count as reading so audiodramas do too? Right? 😂

I am currently in the depths of a Magnus Archives obsession, and finished season 2 in July. I am now halfway through season 3 and so much is happening I am enraptured. I need to know everything-

The Magnus Archives is a horror audiodrama (but more the slightly gorey than jumpscare type. As someone who reads dark fantasy and not horror I still enjoy it). The Magnus Institue deals with researching paranormal cases and investigating their credibility, but everything mentioned becomes important at some point. That is how beautifully crafted it is. Names and themes crop up over and over and you find yourself trying to make so many connections. Its just amazing

If you do plan on listening to it, don't worry if you don't notice connections at first. It's at MAG 16-20 you should start noticing the similarities. Season 2 (MAG 40-80) was a bit of a drag, but trust me when I say it crawled so Season 3 could run like a maniac. New obsession here I come.

3.5-4 stars for Season 2 but 5 stars for season 3 so far!

Thank you for reading, I hope you'll give one of these a try!

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