#made this today and it's the first time i've giffed in at least a week i think

[seeingstarks]

weight of two souls

summary : it's thanksgiving and neither you or phil want to leave each others arms to go and meet the family. does it even happen? pairing : cm punk x afab!reader cw : pure fluff, cuddling, kissing, hip/thigh squeezing, cursing, nose nuzzling, babygirl/good girl & king/queen nicknames, innuendos "sound proof walls" / "taking his scepter" a/n : can you tell how much i've been missing the old man? x) i've been working on this for about a week or so and put my entire heart & soul into it. please reblog!! keep rude comments to yourself. <33 there may be a few spelling/grammar errors. word count : 1,291 words tag list : @harmshake gif credit : @adamjf

once the leaves started to fall your mood did the opposite, haunting month passing by in an instant.

calender flipping to november, the days went by agonizingly slow, this being one of your least favorite months of the season.

thanksgiving was soon approaching and your family always wanted to make it this huge get together. no being anti-social and locking yourself away, wishing you could every year. atleast they allowed you to bring a friend from work, if you could call him that.

the chicago native was more than a friend to you, he stayed up with you through your worst nights, steeping you both fresh cups of tea and/or coffee even if it meant catching up on sleep the next day, as long as he knew you were okay.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he made a best friend with just a simple hello and allowing you to pet his dog, larry. restless nights sharing deep dish pizza and mindy's eventually lead to cuddling, his inked arms wrapped around you, placing a kiss to his scruffy cheek.

the alarm clock chirping as sun peaked through your blackout curtains, neither of you wanted to get up for the morning - well afternoon.

you were the first to wake up, groggy eyed with phil having his arms snug around your waist, sleeping soundly except for his snoring which could wake up the entire neighborhood. larry decided to seek slumber at the foot of your bed, his head propped up on the chicago native's leg.

managing to shift away from his grasp, you hit the alarm clock with a clenched hand in hopes it would stop the commotion.

"rise and shine sleeping beauty, one hour 'til we meet my family. much as i don't wanna' go.. you promised to tag along for the torture."

phil didn't budge until you deciding to smack him with a pillow, "i'm up! i'm up!" he half-yelled, removing his hands from under the warm covers in an attempt to shield his face.

"a simple g'mornin' kiss would've woken me up too, y'know."

yawning and stretching his arms out, phil took his sweet old time getting ready while you on the other hand began to brush your hair out. bristles making contact with the h/c strands, they untangled after a few more brushes, setting it to the side and entering your closet.

luckily, you prepared your ensemble a night beforehand, slipping out of your clothing from the previous evening and stepping into a pair of black underwear with white polka-dots.

lifting your arms up to put on a shirt, you were met with a firm pair of arms which wrapped around your curvy frame, his lips placing gentle kisses along your neckline.

"mm, phil- could stay like this forever but we gotta' finish getting ready." you informed and looked up into his light brown hues with a playful smile.

"not complaining but i'm more ready than you are- atleast i have pants." shaking your head at the chicago native who indeed had pants on, but no shirt.

you raised an arm up to trace his pepsi tattoo, almost lost in a trance - simply enjoying the moment and his warm embrace as you remained standing still, being held close.

glancing over at your alarm clock, ten minutes seemed to pass by swiftly. spending all day in with your love would usually be no issue, but today you both had plans.

pouting softly and burying your head into the crook of his neck, you debated staying in and bailing on family dinner.

"so cozy.. don't wanna' move." you peeked up at phil, removing your head from his shoulder as he kept his arms securely around your waist, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

tongue darting out between his lips, the chicago native licked them, "i know babygirl... but think of all the cuddles we can get in afterwards. you're my favorite little spoon."

"i better be your only-" before having the chance to finish your sentence, phil captured your lips in a deep kiss one which you returned happily, "you're the only person i want to wake up next to every morning, binge watch horror movies with and much more. i'm so fuckin' lucky to have you in my life, y/n - but we truly should get goin' soon if we don't want to be late." he spoke sincerely although a half-chuckle escaped his lips, a few noticeable smile lines showing.

nodding, you captured his gaze only looking away when blinking - "you mean so much to me, phil. i felt as if there was a missing puzzle piece in my life.. and no matter how hard i tried nothing seemed to fit until you came along. we're the perfect match." placing your forehead against his, the two of you nuzzled noses briefly prior to pulling away from one another.

phil finished getting ready by throwing on his t-shirt which read i'm a collision girl in white letters across the back, tying up his sneakers. you did the same, sporting combat boots and a pair of black pants.

it was a miracle you and phil managed to make it out of the door in time, grabbing your keys and starting the engine up as larry sat buckled in the backseat pampered with dog treats.

"first time i'm officially meeting your family. do they know what to expect?" the chicago native asked, you had told your family about phil countless times.

the fact he was your boyfriend going on six months now and how he treated you perfectly. his queen who could hold a throne all on her own, independent but yearning for a partner. someone to feel safe with - who wouldn't hurt you like past partners. phil was your king - protecting you from harm, trying his best to keep the dark thoughts at bay, you doing the same for him.

"haven't shut up about you ever since we met. if my father heard the words cm punk or phil leave my mouth one more time they may have tried to disown me." you laughed, keeping your eyes on the road.

"ah, well it's a good thing we have sound proof walls - ever since the neighbors complained and when my babygirl gets needy, isn't that right?" you nodded, cheeks a bit flustered as phil placed a hand to your thigh, giving yet another squeeze, while you reached a stop light letting out a whine.

"what's the matter?" phil asked with a smug smirk along his face, causing you to roll your eyes over at him.

"best behavior, daddy-" words betrayed you while squirming under his touch, desperate for more. a loud horn halted you from any obscene thoughts running through your mind, the light turning from red to green as you began to drive again.

the ride wasn't too much longer, a brisk breeze going throughout the car as you cracked the window open for larry, he would let out the occasional bark when stopping by his favorite restaurants, one bakery in particular catching your own eye.

"want to make a quick stop for some sweets?" you asked already entering the parking lot.

"hell yeah, but won't be be late?"

"exactly my point." phil took your suggestion, wishing to spend the rest of the holiday with him only and not your family.

bell dinging as you two entered the bakery hand in hand with fingers linking together, a variety of treats on display behind glass.

"let's get some muffins to go. 'wanna spoil my queen," he leaned closer and whispered against your ear, "while you take my scepter like the good girl you are."

mr. and mrs. best in the world has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?

#cm punk #cm punk x reader #cm punk x female reader #cm punk x afab reader #cm punk x afab!reader #cm punk fluff #wrestling fluff

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/17/24 Daily OFMD Recap

== Nathan Foad ==

More pictures of Nathan in Love's Labours Lost!

== Kay Buchanan ==

Our friendly neighborhood OFMD Master Leather Worker has more pictures for us! This time, maybe Black Pete's bag? Anyone know off hand?

SRC: Kay Buchanan's IG

== Taika ==

So these pictures are adorable, but be warned of a potential jump scare if you watch the rest of the video-- thank you @ofmd-ann for the awesome stills, I did NOT want to put the full video on here xD See her post here.

(via Ritas tiktok)

== Lesley Fucking Jones ==

== Vico Ortiz ==

Sneaky shot of Vico from behind <3 Img Src: @enbybruje's IG

== Dominic Burgess ==

Technically this would be Cats & Crew but I'll allow it because Dominic is such a friggn adorable cat dad and he deserves so much love for that.

Src: Dominic's Twitter

== Watch Parties ==

= Flight of the Conchords =

Bit of an adjustment at least on the RhysDarbyFaction discord server for FotC watch party, we'll be watching 3 episodes a piece Thursday and Friday so as not to run into the next week. Continues tomorrow with episodes 5, 6, 7, of season 2 at 4pm PT / 7 pm ET / 11pm BST

#FlagOfTheConchords

#OurFlagMeansDeath

= Palm Royal Season 1 =

A new watch party hosted by @lcwebsxoxo on twitter is up and running! Thursday Episodes 3 and 4 will be playing at 1 pm PT / 4 pm ET / 9 pm BST

#PalmRoyale

#OurFlagMeansDeath

#SaveOFMD

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast card features the other fisherman (Pedro Lope) that Stede robbed on his first "raid". We're gonna have a whole set of cards soon I can feel it @melvisik, thank you for these!

= TealOranges & Garlic Soup Week 2024!! =

Prompts are up for this years TealOranges & Garlic Soup Prompt Week! The week will run June 23-29, 2024 with themes and prompts for each day! This prompt week celebrates all things Jim/Oluwande and Archie/Jim/Oluwande/Zheng!

Plain Text for Prompts

Additional Information & FAQ

This Years AO3

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies-- I've had 3 hrs sleep today so the words on the screen are starting to run together. I'm still getting love notes from yesterdays request, and thank you so much, I promise i'm catching up to the messages, you all are the best crew someone could ask for. Thank you for spreading some joy in this crazy ass world.

Tonight I would like to send a reminder that we have not lost OFMD, as so many of said, we still have 2 wonderful seasons, and those boyfriends are currently boinking their way into oblivion in their inn, making their poor customers insane. But beyond that... had a discussion today with multiple dear friends / crewmates that made me feel a lot better about the whole thing too. I know it's months in the gravy basket now, but this is not the end for OFMD. Chaos Dad told us it was over, but in all honesty it still doesn't feel over. WBD is driving itself into the ground, Dad's been off at the WBD lot, it feels like things are moving in a better direction again. It may not be today, or tomorrow, or even the next few months, or a year or so, but I think we still have a chance to see the ending of our story.

And we've all said it before, but it bears repeating, even if it never happens, we get to make it happen. Stede and Ed live on in all our crazy ranges of work out there, that so many of you have been just CRANKING out lately, I've been astonished at how much new work I've seen from folks in the the fandom I know, and new folks I haven't met! It's so inspiring to see OFMD affect people so much that they felt they could put little pieces of themselves out into the world through art of all mediums.

I hope I'm making sense at this point.. if not, sorry about that! But know-- there's always hope. There's always S1 and S2, and the infinite universes we get to dream up from those two.

Rest Well lovelies. Img Src: @Chucklesandbleu on IG

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme - Bowties!

Gifs Courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @sam-reid!

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #taika waititi #kay buchanan #nathan foad #vico ortiz #dominic burgess #ofmd #our flag means death #save ofmd #long live ofmd #adopt our crew

[ssadumba55]

Break (Bernard the Elf x Reader)

Request: Ok I've been brainstorming an idea for Bernard and ok here's what I got ok Reader is Santa's introverted kid and them and Bernard are in an established relationship and he's like the reader's emotional support so they follow him everywhere like an introvert dragged to a party but they would totally back off if he told them to

A/N: @fo-babes I believe this was your request ;) just in time for the holiday season and some new Bernard content next week. Part 1 of your birthday one shots. No matter how retired I am on this blog, I'll always room to post for you. This blog brought us together and I don't know what I'd do without you in my life, you've kept me sane this year when nothing else would. Here's to another 19 years of life for you, hopefully that I'll be able to tag along for! I wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Also, yes you did make me that gif I used of Bernard. Thanks!

“Make sure the painting gets done before Santa gets back or he’s going to freak out. Nice work though!”

Bernard stood up straight from where he’d been bent over, assessing one of the many jobs that needed to be done in the workshop. Christmas was still, thankfully, a ways off. Just over 100 days to be exact, they had time to perfect every little thing before it came. He was in good spirits today. There was a lot of time to get things ready and Santa was out, visiting the Millers, leaving him to run the workshop on his own.

He loved having Santa around, but sometimes it was nice to have him gone so he could keep all the elves on task.

Another reason for his good mood was the lack of Curtis, the keeper of the handbook. Normally he was attached at Bernard’s hip, talking his ear off and giving him a splintering headache. Today, however, it seemed he decided his talents would be better used elsewhere. Bernard was grateful for that, he began to continue on his way.

In Curtis’ place, was you. Santa’s eldest child, you’d made the move to the Pole with him when he came to stay here full time. Your relationship with the Millers from what he understood was rocky, you rarely left the Pole with your dad to visit. The only way you would come was if Charlie, your little brother, specifically requested your presence.

He wished he understood why. Laura and Neil had been a little too much when he’d encountered them, but they were generally harmless. In his opinion, at least. Santa enjoyed spending time with the family so that had to account for something.

He wouldn’t pressure you to tell him, though. Some things were just better left unsaid.

When Santa was gone, you always hung around him, even if you hated being around the workshop. The alternatives were hanging out with the other elves or sitting at home with Carol, who you were still getting used to and neither were super appealing to you.

Bernard had noticed when you first arrived here that people (or elves) were not your thing. In the beginning, being around anyone but Santa and Charlie would immediately cause you to shut down. He had been determined to win over both the Calvin kids, and his persistence was eventually rewarded tenfold. The two of you ended up becoming close friends, then later a couple. Everyone was really surprised you warmed up to him, none moreso than your father.

He felt extremely blessed to be in the fortunate few who got to see the real you.

You huffed behind him as he walked to the next table. The long hours in the workshop were starting to get to you, he knew. But there was no way you were going to leave, unless he told you to and he wasn’t about to force you out of the comfort that being near him brought.

He did feel a little guilty though, this was probably very exhausting to endure and he wasn’t about to be finished any time soon.

He smiled apologetically back at you as he bent down to oversee the teddy bear fluffing.

While he offered his advice, your gaze wandered around you to the bustling around you to get work done. The amount of elves here made your head spin, back in the regular world being in a place like this would be something you avoided, of course, you had to date a guy… an elf… who worked in one of the busiest places in the world.

“... we can go somewhere quieter.”

You came back to your senses when you realized Bernard was talking to you, his hand gently went up to rest on your forehead. You leaned into the touch, bringing yourself back to reality as his concerned eyes searched your face.

“I’m fine, you have work to do. You can’t leave the workshop,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Soon dad would be back and then you could spend more time with Carol without feeling awkward. You could make it until then, but Bernard didn’t seem convinced.

He set what he’d picked up from the work table in his other hand back down, patted the elf seated there on the back and turned back to you. Taking your hand, he pulled you along with him to the front doors of the workshop.

“Bernard, what are you doing- you have work and dad-”

Stepping out into the cool air where there were less loud noises and bustling immediately calmed you inside. You still felt tired from the long exposure but at least your senses weren’t being constantly inundated with new stimuli.

He pointed to the edge of the little North Pole village. “Do you remember when we grabbed cocoa and snuck out here while Santa was busy being distracted by a mess Curtis made? And you still wouldn’t talk to me so I did most of the talking?”

You did remember that day. Back in those days, Bernard often looked for moments to steal away with you. He had been so determined to spend time with you, it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest that you weren’t too keen on making friends. It had been a huge shock for you, so used to the people back in Lakeside. Back there, if you weren’t super extroverted and talkative you just kind of fell to the wayside.

You had never told him but you’d been super bummed that day, it was one of those rare days where you wondered if moving to the North Pole was a good idea. You missed your brother and weirdly, your mother and Neil. It had been a shock to find yourself missing them, considering you’d always been closer to your dad. During the divorce, you’d taken his side which had stung your mother. The relationship ever since had been rocky, but you knew she still wanted the best for you.

Sneaking out for cocoa with someone had been exactly what you had needed that day.

“Yeah. And dad found us hours later. He dragged you back to work, I’ve never seen him so annoyed with you,” you laughed as the two of you began a leisurely stroll. 

His cheeks turned slightly red, as he looked away. “Not one of my brighter moments, I’ll admit. I’ve never had a Santa lecture me like that in the thousands of years I’ve been working here.”

There was comfortable silence between the two of you for a few moments after that as you thought about what he’d said and wondered why he’d brought it up.

“The next time we talked, you spoke to me for the first time outside of forced, curt introductions. I was ecstatic, I think getting in trouble really broke the ice.”

“I felt bad for getting you in trouble. After all, you only suggested leaving because you noticed I was getting uncomfortable in the workshop. And dad shouting orders wasn’t really helping. I felt like I owed you something,” you kicked the snow, smiling, “you just did it again. Risked your spot, even though dad’s not here, to comfort me.”

He looked at you. “It was worth it then and it’s worth it now. You’re worth it, I mean.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, not knowing what to say. After all, everyone here knows Bernard is proud of his position as Santa’s Head Elf. To hear him say he’d risk it any time for you, is a little surprising.

The shock must’ve been apparent on your face because he suddenly stopped walking. At his side, you stopped yourself from walking forward abruptly not expecting the sudden stop. The stop made you lose your balance and he reached out to steady you, realizing that he should’ve warned you vocally before randomly deciding to stop.

“Are you surprised?”

“To hear you’d prioritize anything over work? Surprised is an understatement. I know I can be a little much, especially when dad’s not around-”

Bernard nudged you with his shoulder. “You’re not a little much. You just need time and patience, the best things in life do.”

Your face heated up at his words, it was hard sometimes to be the way you were. To struggle with speaking to people, to fight the urge to isolate yourself from everyone. You had always assumed that was a burden to everyone around you, even the ones who managed to crack your hard shell.

To hear Bernard speak as if it was just perfectly normal…

“We should go get cocoa! On me!” You broke the weird mood that had temporarily settled over the two of you and before he could say anything, began to pull him along in the direction of the nearest spot for cocoa. 

He let you drag him.

Sure, there were a lot of things about you that other people might find annoying but seeing you in moments like this made it all the worthwhile. He rushed to keep up with your pace, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he caught up with you, no longer needing to be dragged.

You smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He needed to take breaks more often.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard imagine #the santa clause imagine #gender neutral reader #disney imagine #happy birthday luis!!!! #I love you so much

[brandonduhaimes]

Returning home

Gif credits to owner

Authors note: Quinn would be the best dad you will never change my mind.

Pairing: Quinn hughes x gn reader

Word count: 900

Preface: After a long roadie Quinn is back home only to find a very stressed significant other.

You werent really sure where the overwhelming urge to cry had come from. You had watched the kids for long periods of time before but for some reason today was too much. A two week trip shouldn't have been a breaking point but Jackson was teething and miserable for the entirety of it.

You hadn't noticed the front door opening and closing as you sat on the couch crying silently. Your son however noticed and immediately started scream crying. You rushed to his bedroom to quiet him before he woke up your three year old who was sleeping silently.

"Shhhh its okay sweetheart." You murmur "you're okay just breathe." The screaming continued and you tried everything you could think of, but couldn't get him to calm down.

"Babe why don't you let me try?" Quinn asks and you jump not expecting him to be here.

"How are you? You had some really good games while you were gone." You ask as he walks up wraps his arm around your waist and places a kiss on your temple.

"Dad? When did you get home?" Your daughter asks from the hallway, her reaction not as excited because of the tired look in her eyes.

"I just got home kiddo." He looks at you and takes Jackson from your arms. "Why don't you go get in bed and i'll come and tuck you in in a few minutes?"

"Okay!" With this your daughter bounds back up the stairs to her bedroom and you let out a sigh of relief as just being held by Quinn, Jackson begins to calm down a little bit.

A few minutes later Jackson is back in his crib fast asleep and the two of you make your way upstairs to tuck Ellie in. When you walked up the stairs you noticed that she had already fallen asleep.

Quinn pulled her blanket over her and then gave her a kiss on the forehead and you did the same before closing the door quietly. You made your way back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I have some leftovers in the fridge from the Chinese place if you want them."

Quinn doesn't say anything, but wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses your cheek. "Thank you for taking care of the kids while I was gone." He squeezes you tightly before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Its part of having kids though I signed up for it." You have a slight break to your voice and Quinn knows immediately that it had been a rough two weeks.

"You should go take a shower or a bath, give yourself some quiet time. I've got the kids now," Quinn says quietly.

"Okay, if Jackson wakes up again he has some teething rings in the freezer and the Orajel is on the changing table." You reply and Quinn places his lips on yours gently.

"Thank you. Now I've got the kids you need some you time." Quinn finishes ushering you into the bathroom. You smile as he shuts the door knowing that you picked the right one to be their father.

You shower slowly, singing and embracing the time alone. As you finish up you make your way back to the bedroom where you find Quinn lying on the bed with Jackson laying on his chest asleep. You curl up next to him and try not to wake the sleeping child.

"Im going to go put him back into bed ill be back in a second."

You smiled as you listened to Quinn put Jackson down again for the night. "You are getting so big little one. We better pick out your first pair of skates soon."

Quinn put the baby down and came back to your room. He laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms. "Maybe we should get a nanny, at least for once a week while I'm gone so you have time to yourself."

"It wasn't usually this hard but almost every day Jackson had a break down because of his teeth hurting. I felt like I was failing at parenting." You say quietly and Quinn pulls you closer.

"You are the best parent these kids could have. You make it easy for the kids to be kids and thats what they need. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you during this."

"Its not your fault Quinn. It's part of your job we both signed up for it." You reply and he holds you tightly.

"Lets get a nanny, I'm off for the weekend we can do whatever you want to." He smiles into your shoulder "but right now we should get some sleep since the three year old menace to society will be up in about six hours."

"She gets that from you," you reply and Quinn laughs.

"I'd like to think uncle Jack taught her that."

You smile and turn to give him a quick kiss "You may be right about that but right now we need to sleep so we can talk about it more in the morning."

"I love you y/n thank you for everything you do for us." Quinn hums and you smile.

"I love you too Quinner."

With that the two of you sleep silently the smiles not leaving your faces the whole night.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes fluff #vancouver canucks #nhl fic #nhl hockey #hockey boys #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes blurb

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump No.5

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! ! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host. 

Today I’m talking whump with the wonderful @painsandconfusion! 

So good to have you here today, @painsandconfusion! Tell us a fun fact about yourself!

I'm a lawyer but don't seem like a lawyer at all - everyon'es always confused when I say so. I'm a fan of jumping between fluffy pink dresses, standard hipster vibes, emo styles, and who knows what else. It's different every day. I just like variety!

What does whump mean to you?

Oh dear, tricky to answer...

Whump is when a character is at their highest stress point (or...at least higher than average). I suffer from severe and vivid nightmares, but I found out that when I write whump, I can process my fears and anxieties through those characters and their experiences. I can only go about two weeks without writing before the nightmares start again. It's kinda amazing to see just how effective and healthy it is for me. I live vicariously through my whumpees for a moment, and they help my brain keep its shit together. Then I get to meet all these lovely people online and it just makes my heart so happy!

Wow, that’s really great to hear! Whump can be really cathartic at times. How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

I think this is a standard story, but I discovered the hero x villain community first, and it wasn't /quite/ my cup of tea, but it was close. After I saw a few people reblogging things with #whump, I checked it out. 

I have a vivid memory of skipping class for the first time in my life, just sitting in my apartment, all but crying as I scrolled through everything. I was so relieved to find that I wasn't alone. I spent so much of my life hating myself and hating whumperflies and hating that I was drawn to violence and not understanding why. After I found this community I felt so much more at home. 

I made a blog and started reblogging.

Then of course, I relapsed into hating myself and deleted it.

Then I made another. Started posting gifs I made from my favorite whumpy movies.

The kink community kinda took it over - which is fine and lovely and I'm happy to share content, but....they were the only ones who saw my blog. So everything I made was taken in a way I didn't mean and I felt very isolated and unheard.

So I deleted it again.

A couple years ago, I tried again. I started just reblogging, then I impulsively added to a prompt list in one of my reblogs and people really liked it? So I made more. And more and more and more- eventually I started posting scenes, and I've been having a lovely time here ever since! 

Do you think your view on whump has changed since you joined? Are there tropes you now love/hate that you didn't at first? 

Absolutely. Like. Wow so much. I used to dislike pain a lot and only enjoy the fear leading up to it. While I still prefer the suspense, nothing really squicks me out anymore. I used to hate pet whump but now I'm a fan. 

I have started making whump art as of late, which has been a fun new adventure! I picked it up almost solely because there's so many fantastic writers in this community who deserve some good fanart. I'm having fun working through a list of my favorite creators!

Tell us about your favourite whump trope!

Dear goodness, do I love a chin tilt.

No no...hmmm.....I get to run wild with this question and there's nothing you can do to stop me! Muahhahahhaaaaaaaa~

Okay so. Picture this.

Whumpee stumbling slowly backward, breath catching in their throat and burning at their lungs. Their feet drag against the ground as they stare up at Whumper, eyes shaking and sparkling with tears that cling to their lashes, refusing to fall. Not /quite/ yet. 

Whumper strokes a knuckle down their cheek, drawing a twitch - not quite a flinch, no no, Whumpee wouldn't dare to pull away. Whumper's hand flips softly as it reaches their jaw, pressing to their throat instead.

Whumpee finally lets a sound pass their lips, a soft whimper as their back hits the wall. The momentum topples the wetness from their lashes, and Whumper's eyes roam down to follow them as they soak hot into the fabric of Whumpee's shirt. 

Whumper's hand turns up just /once/ more, curling a finger under Whumpee's chin to tip their head up, drawing hiding eyes back into place.

Then they say something whumpy, I guess - you get the picture.

LOVE that shit. 

Intimate whumpers? Slow pacing? Vivid sensation? Yes!

Absolutely loving the detail in that! It’s all about the sensations! And speaking of favourites, do you want to share a piece you've written?

Hard Question!

First one that comes to mind is The Party. It's one of my favorites because my hands were shaking so hard while writing it. It was a great way to kick off that event (@thewhumperssoiree) which I'm inadvertently yet shamelessly plugging by answering with that piece I guess! It's very very fun, I loved what that piece created. Everyone who wrote for it did such a great job! (Event is still open, I don’t know why I'm talking about it in past tense)

Do you have a standard writing style/routine or does it vary?

I absolutely change up my paragraph style depending on the intensity of the scene or the place in the scene. I'm a big fan of elaborating and writing moment to moment so the oc's sensations and emotions bleed into the reader. I don't write much on visuals at all - almost entirely on sensation, which I think works well in this medium.

When I'm writing, I kinda forget everything else exists, so I don't have food or drink or if I do, it's neglected. If anyone tries to talk to me, tough luck to them, I'm in the Write Zone and I cannot hear them!

I write solely when inspiration strikes which.......is a lot!

Is there a noticeable difference in how easily you write things? Do the words always flow or do you have to beat them out sometimes?

There's characters who don't get in my head nearly as easily, and ones that are effortless. Getting fucking Alec in my head? Impossible. He's a bitch, then does bitch things once there. Ethan? Dream. Miracle boy. So easy to write that emo little shit. For clarification, the seven chapters of Alec's series vs the thirty of Ethan's. Alec is a bitch. End of story.

But, I also do much better describing little moments rather than full scenes. I'm good at scenes, but it takes so many spoons. Hence why I have three hundred or so random drabble posts or lists, but only like fifty total from my series. It just takes more effort to have to think about plot and pacing and all that good stuff. 

Fun? Yes. 

But hard.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment? Finalising the final chapter of your series? Starting a new au? Trying a different style of writing/pov? Revisiting fanfiction? Maybe you've really gotten into poetry....

Oh dear goodness, I'm working on everything all at once and I need to stop!

I also need to roleplay less and write more for you lovelies! I’m so sorry I’m just really distractible…

Give us some writing advice. Bless us with your wisdom!

I have posts for this but:

1. Keep your descriptions to the textured senses. Less visuals, more sensation. Caretaker has brown hair? So what? Tell me about how Caretaker's hair curled at the ends, just barely tickling at the corner of their eyes until they flicked it away with a twitchy shake of the head.

2. Personify the shit out of your nouns. Whumpee bled? No. The blood soaked through Whumpee's shirt. Make it an external factor that's affecting them. Much more engaging.

3. Pacing. Whumpee got dragged into the car, then into a house and chained in the basement? That's not one scene, that's at least three. OR. It's a two sentence summary that Whumpee is musing about while already in the basement. 

4. Speaking of, don't start with the boring, just get right into the action. You can weave the 'how we got here' bits in after a few sentences, but get your reader hooked right away. Don't start with "Whumpee got out of bed, glancing at their blaring alarm". Try instead "Their hands were shaking so hard they had to try three times to dial the number, fingers as clumsy as they were that morning, trying to slap their alarm off through the fog of blissful sleep." Or just don't mention it at all! Skip to the good stuff!

Lastly, let’s hype up some of your favourite blogs! Any friends, writers or just really cool people you want to shout out?

@whumblr was like my idol before I started! It's so cool just casually knowing her now? Still not over that, to be honest.

I always tag her but @distinctlywhumpthingmpthing is so good? Seriously, you want to see some god-tier writing, go over there. (minors read tws well please, its not all for you.)

@brutal-nemesisemesis is always a delight. Castys gives me life.

And of course,  I'm gonna give a shoutout to @wormwritinging, my beloved. We met here and as much as I adore this community, they're hands down the best part of it. 

Anything you'd like to add? 

I can't think of anything but thank you for doing this. This blog is so cool!

It’s been a honor to have you here, @painsandconfusion!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

#whump community #whump interviews #lets talk whump

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 12)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU

Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request

Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)

Word Count: 983

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination

Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)

(I do not own this gif)

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Bruno POV

Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back. 

30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air. 

After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself. 

No wonder you always need help catching up.

I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor. 

At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together. 

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth. 

Fuck. 

I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment. 

In class too. 

It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class. 

Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.

As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out. 

“Mr. Madrigal!” 

“Y/N?” 

She was jogging down the hall to me. 

“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath. 

“Of course.”

We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.

I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body. 

“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat. 

“Not for another hour.”

She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down. 

“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.

“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.” 

She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock. 

“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. 

I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto. 

She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud. 

“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer. 

“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.

A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me. 

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.

“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand. 

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss. 

She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!” 

She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.

“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall. 

She turned to smile back at me.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.

“Wai-” the door shut.

Damn.

Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while.  That girl is a wonder.

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Author Note: Thank you so much for reading, again sorry for the absence, I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to join the taglist, feel free to just leave a comment. :)

Taglist: elfwoodfae diannaey rennaisancebaby fapqueen scarletambitions nik-barinova little-spooky-ghost-girl dylansoldhair r0ck3n1buk11 hoeboat101 nervoussubjectappreciator kuilty biafbunny sad0ni0n alinafaustina elitalover jessicarosequinzelfleck alianacali 

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal au #bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #encanto #au #fanfic #bruno fanfic #madrigal #modern day headcanon #modern day au #encanto fanfic #bruno encanto #bruno smut #bruno madrigal smut #encanto smut #bruno madrigal x reader smut #smut #teacher x reader #teacher!bruno #teacher x student #student!reader #fem!reader #older man/younger girl

[nexusnyx]

1 Year Sleepover 🌙

Hello, lovelies, and welcome to my 1 Year Sleepover and 7k Celebration Party!✨

First of all: thank you from the bottom of my heart to every single one of you who's followed me so far. To the ones that comment, talk to me, share, and give me new ideas for stories and more reasons to keep coming, posting & sharing my silly little scenarios: you're my MVPs. I love you. Here's me magically smooching your forehead: *mwah*.

Second: to my adored mutuals, the tag in this post is no pressure, of course! I come here to cordially invite you all thought to my sleepover — welcome to my cabin, make yourself at home, can I get you anything? — and tell you all that we can do together. Also, a big shout out to @buckysbarnes and her immensurable talent for making me my sleepover gif! I love you, Malin.

Last but not least, I just wanna say that this safe space and little corner of the internet has made me happy and smile a lot this past year. I hope you know I mean it :)

Without further ado, let's go ✨

(Everything I post from this sleepover will be tagged: #nyxieparty7k. From posts to one-shots, drabbles, questions asked & answered—everything will have the #nyxieparty7k tag, so if you don't like this kind of thing, feel free to mute it :D)

⋅☾ The Night Sky Challenge ☽⋅

— #nightskychallenge —

I present to you my 1st Writing Challenge!

The theme is inspired by me, clearly :) I'll list below the fortnight challenge I intend to follow for July. The idea is for me to post a scenario, either a short blurb or a longer one-shot with each prompt for two weeks straight (11—25), giving me some time to work on other things if I want to, but I may not be able to do all of them.

If you want to write any of these, I'll be honored to read them on the day of the Challenge. Tag me with #nightskychallenge and I will read and share them. The settings for (almost!) all of them will be my realm: the night. Any characters are welcome, any amount (or lack of; smut writers, gimme your all, too) plot, as well as a range: if you want to write something platonic, friendly, enemies to lovers, just enemies, long lost lovers—everything is on the table.

The prompt is given to you in bold (i.e. The Night I said 'I love you first'), and in brackets, I added a sentence prompt (i.e. ["I can't believe you said it first. Of course you would."] that you may or may not use. It's up to you.

Without further ado, here's The Night Sky Challenge:

The night we first met. ["Who the hell are you?"]

The night your lips touched mine for the first time. ["Wait. Come back here. Do that again.]

The night I just couldn't take it. ["I usually keep quiet, but... not today."]

The night I left and came back hours later. ["I had to think."]

The night I saw everything in your eyes. ["It's like looking in a magic pond... there's so much hidden."]

The night we said goodbye. ["This is harder than I thought it'd be."]

The night I lost a bet. ["You know what this means, don't you?"]

The night it finally happens. ["I've been waiting for this for a long time now."]

The night you make a decision. ["You told me to think about it, and I did."]

The night we broke a lot of things. ["I don't care about any of that. Are you okay?"]

The night we were remembered where everything started. ["I think about it a lot, you know? This, right here. You."]

The night where rain poured, but my thoughts still remained louder. ["C'mere. I know that look on your face."]

The night we shared all the secrets. ["Why are you looking at me like that?"]

The day when our love shone like the brightest star in the sky. ["Just—shut up and kiss me. Oh my god."]

If you participate, I hope you have fun!

⋅☾ Sleepover Fun ☽⋅

As usual, there are also fun games we can play if writing is not what's on your mind. Here are some ideas:

🎵 We can talk song recs, playlist recs, I can give you a song from my playlists put on shuffle, or anything else on your mind.

💌 Ask me for fic recs, recommend me stuff, talk to me or just ask me random things. I love talking to you!

🃏 Games: FMK, Would you rather + Character, cast your mutuals as, this or that.

💭 Tell me a headcanon about a character, and I'll say if I agree or not, maybe add a little something to it ;)

Lovely mutuals no pressure tag:

💗 @mrsmischief209 — @cordiformity — @fandoms-writings — @buckspumpkin — @buckysbarnes — @theokatz — @mysticatto — @foreverindreamlandd — @zellington — @sweetdreamsbuck — @shawnie--jo — @bvckysmoon — @cocoamoonmalfoy — @lex-the-flex — @pellucid-constellations — @cityofstqrs !

(whispers: i adore each and every single one of you all, you super talented and incredible beings. mwah!)

#usernexusnyx #nyxieparty7k #writing challenge #writing prompt #writing scenarios #writing schedule #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #nightskychallenge #joel miller imagine #eddie munson imagine #joel miller fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Tagged by: Fave of faves @bethanyactually--and usually I save every post I'm tagged in to (at least theoretically) do later, but since I actually have returned to watching and listening to things lately, I'm gonna do this one right now.

Last song: Like You Do by Josh Ramsay. And Christian Kane's cover of Fast Car, both of which were recced to me by Leander, who knew I should hear them. But also, while I haven't listened to any of it since Tuesday, I woke up with the Daisy Jones and The Six soundtrack playing in my head...just like it has been ever since I originally started watching the series. Today it's mostly been The River featuring Simone, Regret Me, and More Fun To Miss. I know enough of the lyrics now for the soundtrack to be my constant mental radio as I go about my day.

Currently watching: Nancy Drew S2 (I'm 4 episodes in and enjoying it a lot), Schmigadoon S2 (I've seen half of it and it's still fantastic and I'm bummed I only have 3 episodes to go) and today I'm about to start my Good Omens rewatch so I can head into the new season full of S1 feels. Because my best friend is literally the best, I'm also partly through a DJATS rewatch with Leander seeing it for the first time--making that my favorite thing I am watching right now.

Currently reading: Nightwork by Nora Roberts (I'm about halfway through it and have been borrowing it from @actuallylukedanes forever and I feel very bad about that! I will finish it! I'm also partly through How to Raise an Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi, also on loan from Leander. And before that, I was (and remain) partway through literally 20 other ebooks of all kinds--most recently Zero Fail: The Rise and Fall of the Secret Service by Carol Leonnig. There's a ton of great nonfiction that I already have on my tablet and know I'll enjoy cuz I'm that kind of geek...I just rarely read anymore because reading time is time I'm not spending with my millions of other hobbies.

Current obsession: As referenced above, Daisy Jones and The Six, which I am so so happy Leander is watching with me--both helping me get it out of my system a little and letting me indulge even more in my love of it. After we watched it on Wednesday, I was able to listen to something that wasn't the soundtrack for the first time, so I just may be able to dial this obsession down to manageable levels at some point. But GUYS IT'S SO GOOD. I want to gif it as soon as I get back to Photoshop and I kind of want to read the book, when I didn't before. I just want to burrow into the world and live there, and I haven't felt that way in quite a while, about anything. (It's made it harder to engage with other things, which is why I originally was going to add Ted Lasso's completed final season to my week along with Nancy Drew and Schmigadoon, but ended up not doing so because my head and heart are full of DJATS right now. But I missed this feeling, too, so I'm happy to be in love again.)

No-pressure tagging: @actuallylukedanes, @jicklet, @jakeperalta, @beturass, @hondagirll, @mythologicalmango, @dollsome-does-tumblr, @anextrapart, @sentichefuoripiove, @robbiedaymonds and anybody else who wants to do this.

#actuallylukedanes #i have the best best friend #daisy jones and the six #christian kane #bethanyactually #josh ramsay #the river #regret me #more fun to miss #nancy drew #schmigadoon #good omens #nightwork #nora roberts #ibram x. kendi #how to raise an antiracist #zero fail: the rise and fall of the secret service #carol leonnig #tag games

[broadwaytheanimatedseries]

I Don't Even Know Where To Start:

Okay, let's go back to the season 1 finale.

When Luz and Lilith are in the human realm, Luz attempts to use glyphs and immediately it doesn't work because she's no longer drawing power (pun unintended but damn, how bout that?) from the Titan.

On paper (ok that one was on purpose) this is very simple and straightforward, but a particular part of that scene has caught my attention, and I'm not the only one, and far from the first to point it out.

Instead of simply being an ordinary piece of paper with a drawing on it, as we'd expect from a glyph in the human realm where there's no source to draw magic from, it crumbles.

This would just be an interesting visual, maybe even a clever and slightly angsty metaphor about how Luz's dreams of being a real witch crumble at the first contact with reality, if not for what we see not long after that at the end of the same episode.

(it was hard enough to find the first gif, but if someone wants to add this one in reblogs or something you're welcome to.)

Lilith shares the curse with Eda, rendering them both unable to use magic, and to confirm that this is in fact the case, we see Eda attempt to draw a spell circle - only for it to crumble away.

The next time we see a glyph crumbling is again, when Eda uses one in Eda's Requiem. This might not be a fully consistent example because I don't remember if this happens every time she uses a glyph and I'm pretty sure it doesn't happen to Lilith, but at least with the latter we know and have been both shown and told that the curse works differently for Lilith both because it's new for her and because it's split between two people so it's not the same as it once was.

Regardless, this sets some kind of pattern which indicates that a failed connection to a magic source = faulty glyphs and spell circles that crumble away into nothing.

So Where Am I Going With This?

Glad I Asked!

You see, I don't think the connection faltering in that gif is Luz being out of range from the boiling isles. Or at least, it's not just that, because if it was then the glyphs would simply be ordinary pieces of paper once she's in a realm without a magic source.

What I'm saying is that the human realm, and specifically somewhere in Connecticut, has a magic source.

There's a Titan in Connecticut, and from it's blood the original, naturally occurring portal was made, the one the Wittabane brothers first went through.

And long, long before that happened, when said Titan was still alive, I think they played another very important role in the story, key word being played. (again, pun unintended but I'm on a roll today wow).

I believe that there's another Titan in the human realm, and that it had been distracting the collector while King's father was hiding his son from them. Or more accurately, their son.

I think there is another Titan in the human realm, and they are king's other parent.

I know I jumped several points in my explanation, but it is nearly 6 am and I have not been able to sleep normally all week, and the fact that I've been thinking about this theory nonstop ever since king's tide is only like 10th on the list of reasons why my sleep schedule is trash, at most.

#dee writes #the owl house #toh #toh theory #toh titan #will elaborate when normal again

[fuck-customers]

Fuck Green Fabric Hell and their bullshit fucking hours.

When I was first hired on, I was told that the hours would be low at first, but if I proved myself and worked hard and all that crap, I would get more hours.

*insert Tyler, The Creator "Well that was a fucking lie" gif*

Nearly 3 1/2 years later, I have come in on my days off 90% of the time. DEFINITELY every time in the first 2 years, but now sometimes I don't come in, considering management refuses to give a straight answer for how many hours a shift will be. (I'll ask "for how many hours?" Or "for how long?" And get a vague response of "a few hours" or "until we get caught up") But I still stay late/extend my shift when asked, because that is at least worth it to me. (Now I can get a full shift- 2 breaks + a lunch and I get double the hours for today to cover whoever called out? Yeah I can do that.)

I am crossed trained in every department and very knowledgeable about the procedures of the store and the way it is run. You know how there's usually one person that everyone goes to for help/questions, even if they're not management, because they've been there long enough and know wtf they're doing? That's me. I'm not trying to flex, it's just what happens when you're at one job for multiple years.

I started off my first week on the job way back in 2019 (oh yeah, I've been there pre-pandemic and didn't take/get ANY time off, I can count on one hand the amount of times I've called out or requested time off) and I was getting 4-12 hours a week. I don't delete pics of my old schedules, so I can literally fact-check this.

This past week, I was scheduled 12 1/2 hours for the whole week with 4 to 4 1/2 hour shifts after ALL OF THAT and then I get a voicemail that OOPS the managers made a fucky wucky with the schedule so I have to pay for it by getting my shift canceled!! The shift for that very day!! That's not my fault!! I don't make the schedule!! I show up for all of my shifts every time, on time!! I do my fucking job and I do it right!! This shit is why most people half-ass their job and after hitting the 3 year mark with no raises, no promotions, no employee reviews about raises or promotions, with no respect or consideration, I'm half-assing this shit too!! Fuck them!! I guess I'm doing that "quiet quitting" shit people have been talking about lately, except it's like 50/50 that I'll actually do everything in my job description.

I would've quit by now, except I have no degree/training and the only jobs in my area are either retail, fast food, or hospitals looking for doctors/nurses with licenses. I live in a small-medium city that's made up of fast food places, retail stores, empty buildings of former failed businesses and doctor's offices. Not the best selection.

[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 5

Since I clearly forgot to post a part tomorrow, here's 2 today. It's a cliche story, so buckle up. Hope you all like it!

(Gif not mine)

Warnings: Cheating

The atmosphere suddenly became silent again as if the pin drop silence which is usually forced by an angry teacher. It felt to them like the whole world or at least the people around them have all frozen as if Professor X was there and he took control of their minds. But it was in their minds, both of them or Chloe had suddenly shifted to just sign language. It seemed the former though. Both their world's froze because of Y/N's words and in wondering the reason behind them, which was pretty clear to Ben. Suddenly, he didn't seem as much as uncomfortable with Chloe anymore and was grinning from ear to ear.

"Really? A date? You didn't tell me." Chloe inquired while raising a brow, still not moving from her place.

"Yes. A date. And WE didn't tell you because there was nothing official yet, plus, I didn't want Harry or you to worry." She noticed how Chloe flinched a little when Harry was mentioned.

"About that..." this time Ben spoke up, "I've been meaning to ask you...ever since the first date..." he took her hands in his, deep brown eyes meeting hers, "...Be mine?" he asked with a look in his eyes that made her believe that he was asking her for real. But again, he was, she was just...oblivious to the fact.

Pretending that the butterflies inside her stomach were not turning into a zoo,her lips curled upwards, she not even thinking about fighting it (genuinely, because of course, who wouldn't smile at the sight of him) nodded while answering "Yes!" with all the voice she could muster.

Ben didn't waste any time in pulling her into his arms just like she had done before. Both grinning like fools, but yet again, he was a fool, just for her. And he would be for a thousand more lifetimes if it meant being with her. The people around them were cheering, not knowing the reality about it all. And for a moment, Ben forgot that she is always, but for now, not really his.

In the midst of all this, they recognised a sound which faintly seemed like the clearing of a throat, which was promptly ignored as both were too busy basking in the hug. Though the second time, it sounded more firm and brought them out of the trance they were in. Turns out, it was Chloe. Ben was annoyed, was he not allowed to have a moment with his wife or what? and relieved a bit at this. Relieved because he wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold her without kissing her.

Sighing and turning around, they came face to face with a non-convinced Chloe, who was just about to open her mouth to speak, but closed it when she saw Ben kissing Y/N's temple, still keeping an arm around her waist. Y/N was shocked at this but assured herself that it was all a part of the act, but got even more confused when her body reacted pretty normally to everything he was doing. Pushing that aside, she came to the original topic.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me? Why were you at the hospital?"

Chloe remained silent and not-so-subtly motioned towards Ben, indicating that she wanted to talk alone. Y/N frowned, wanting to have a little support as she did not trust her so-called friend much anymore, and she was not ready to let go of Ben just yet, but she needed to hear Chloe's words.

"Ben, honey, can you give us a moment please?" Then leaning and adding in a whisper in his ear, "Please don't go too far."

Ben understood, calmed the butterflies or probably the forest, he wasn't really sure anymore, and went on to a section to find a book, yet keeping an eye on them both. "Take care, yeah? I won't be far"...and I love you. And quickly kissed her cheek, got one in return and left.

"Right...so, uh, okay, here it goes, I'm— I'm pregnant."

And Y/N had not expected to hear those words, not this day, week, month or probably an year. Still she was overjoyed, but doubt lingered in the back of her mind. A doubt she needed to clear as soon as possible. Grinning, while rushing forwards to hug her friend cautiously, she wasn't much aware of pregnancy stuff and didn't want to hurt the baby.

"Congratulations...how far along are you?"

"Almost two months."

"Does Harry know?" she wanted to ask if it was his or not, but not just now.

"No...not yet. I just found out three weeks ago."

"That's not 'just', but alright," she could see that Chloe's smile was fake, which undoubtedly increased the doubt in her mind, the scared look on her face was also not helping. "Are you two alright? You and Harry, I mean."

"Yeah, yeah we're perfectly fine," she didn't seem like she cared anyway.

While they were talking, Ben, who was pretending to look for a book but was actually thinking about what the heck happened with his life today.

He finally got the guts to talk to his wife again, who to his utter devastation, doesn't even remember his name. They talked. At least she knows that she lost her memories. There is a jealous boy named Tom, about whom he needs to find some things out. To not fully brush his hopes, his darling spouse does seem to recognise him (not due to him being an actor, which was partially there but not important), and he had one of the best hugs of his life.

Oh that hug, he was surprised he didn't kiss her at that moment. He remembers that she clung as hard to him as he did to her. After all, even if she doesn't remember it, their lives do depend on one another. It all brought the memories of those times they had spent just in each other's arms, without a care of anything. How can he forget it? Her familiar scent, the feeling of her arms wrapped around him, him having her in his arms, close to her heart, always let him know where home is, it's his safe place. He couldn't forget it even if he tried, not that he wanted to.

As cliche as it sounds, words couldn't even begin to fathom the aching feeling he felt in his heart when she went missing. He missed listening to her heartbeat whenever they were having a lazy day, propped on their couch and Ben laying his head on her chest. He would sometimes even listen to it after a particularly bad day and craved his wife's touch during those moments, it wasn't anything sexual, it just made him feel that someone was there.

He was also skeptical of Chloe. She didn't really feel like a nice person. It got even more confirmed when she was undressing him with her eyes, even if she had a husband. The smile also looked fake and from the way they talked, or whatever he knew about her from that, it's not a smile you would usually reserve for friends.

Ben was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called. Y/N was walking towards him and she told him that they needed to go. Talk somewhere else. She still needed to know a lot from and about him.

He noticed that Chloe had already left but he still saw her outside, near the post box, talking to someone on her phone, maybe her husband, if she remembers that she has one.

Their way to wherever Y/N was leading him, passed by her and Chloe was talking kind of loud enough for them to hear her. Apparently she had not noticed them yet, which they took advantage of. "What do we do now!?"

And apparently, she seemed panicked.

"No, I can't do this. You are a jerk and definitely not financially stable enough to support a baby."

Who the fuck is she talking to? Both of their minds swarmed with that thought.

"No...no, we are not to talk again...I don't care if the baby is yours, you are dead to me. Don't ever try to talk to me again and never utter a word of this to Harry, else I will make your life hell."

Turns out, Y/N was correct.

Both of them gasped loudly, making Chloe turn towards them with a frightened look. Her look soon turned even more frightened though there was a menacing look in her eyes, when she noticed the phone in Ben's hands aimed straight at her.

Without wasting another moment, she closed the distance towards them, while Ben quickly pocketed his phone, holding it tighter still.

Y/N stepped in front of Ben by...almost instinct while Ben tried to do the same. He had to admit, she did look pretty scary, he could see Y/N thought that too. "Who were you talking to?"

"It's none of your business."

"It is though. That is why you did not want us to press charges against that man...right!? He's the same one."

Chloe didn't answer.

"Okay, we are giving you two choices, either you tell Harry, or I do," her tone was stern.

"Are you out of your mind? Harry would be disappointed."

"Should have thought about that before cheating on him. Plus, it's not like he wouldn't believe us, we have proof."

"You would really do that to Harry?" Chloe asked, eyebrows raising, voice suddenly becoming a mixture of accusing and innocent. "Would you really ruin your dear friend's life? Would you really make him sad? He would be devastated. Do you really want to be the reason for his sadness? What he doesn't know, won't hurt him. He always wanted to have a baby too, I'm just giving him what he wants."

Ben, who was standing there contemplating this situation, along with saving the recorded file someplace else, knew Chloe was trying to guilt his sunshine. He prompted, "He would be even more sad when he finds out the baby isn't his later on. It's better if he knows now, he will be hurt less. We can't let her cheat on him. Also, she doesn't even look sorry." He was looking at Y/N while saying all this, since he could see she was about to be convinced.

She winced, "I'm calling Harry," with that, she grabbed Ben's hand and ran off. 

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[saikoswritings]

Clouds

All day, it just feels like I've been floating on them. Especially since the first thing I got to hear this morning when I woke up was your voice. And when you said you wanted to see me, I legit thought I was still dreaming. But after getting confirmation that you did wanna see me, I was just stunned. Though it was a nice welcomed surprise & I didn't mind canceling my previous plans because seeing you is always more important to me. The moment I saw you pull in my driveway, I could already feel the butterflies in my chest. My heart was just so immensely happy to see you & finally get to have you in my arms again. And I already know that today is going to be permanently etched into my brain until the next time I see you. From getting everything I've been wanting & longing for, for the past few weeks. And getting that reassurance from you when I started to cry from just missing you & you being right there for me. Showering me with endless compliments & kisses trying to make me feel better again. Not to mention how many times you said you loved me & just me being able to feel all of your love made me cry a little more. But then, just ending our time together on a great note after we cuddled & took a nap together. And just getting to feel so relaxed & content with everything while you had your arms wrapped around me & kept me close to you. Or how we both agreed that not seeing each other for almost 3 weeks was way too long. But at least I have the memory of this amazing day to keep me company until I'm able to see your handsome face again.

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[hauntedwitch04]

hii can req for comfort azriel one shot?? where the reader's having a bad day and crying thinking about it and him comforting her, with hugs and kisses? holding the reader till she falls asleep?? up to your imagination tbh, just a comfort one shot 😀tysm<3

God, what have I done to deserve you Azriel

Azriel x reader 

Words: about 1.3k words 

Warnings: Angst, sad reader, fluffy Azzy, bad grammar (I'm sorry, it really sucks)

Author's note: at the end

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This feeling has been invading my chest for days now. I can't seem to shake it off. Every time I feel like it's gone, it comes back stronger than before. And I can't take it anymore. I'm exhausted. The only thing I want is for it to go away. But it won't go away. That feeling of sadness that makes you doubt everything you believe in. 

I hate it, but I can't get it off of me, and that's why I get angry, and that anger just makes it grow and make it more and more important.

I didn't tell Azriel, knowing he would leave work to be with me, when for the first time, three  days ago, I felt this feeling gripping my chest. It all started with going outside to try on an outfit with Mor and Feyre for the upcoming family dinner, since it will also be Cassian's birthday. It was something innocent that turned into my death sentence. 

While we were trying on dresses, I looked at myself in the mirror, and started comparing myself to the other two women next to me. They are so beautiful, so graceful, so perfect, everything that I am not. Their bodies are perfect, capable of making all men who see them fall into temptation, while I...well I am not like them. Some days I feel good about my curves, about being curvy, proud of who I am, but other days, like today, I find myself crying on the bed, wondering why I'm not thin or perfect like other girls. I know it's stupid to think, because no one is perfect, but sometimes I can't help but hate my body and how it's made, despite Az telling me over and over again, in discussions we've had when I've had other moments like this in the past, that I'm fine the way I am, because I'm perfect for him. 

 The girls wanted to try on some clothes when we walked into that store, and right away I felt out of place seeing all those beautiful clothes. Next to the entrance was a beautiful mirror, in which I saw my image reflected as soon as we walked in. I stopped to look at my reflection and couldn't help but notice all my flaws, one by one, thus slipping into a whirlwind with no exit. I managed to escape from my thoughts only when I heard Feyre's voice calling me, to show me a dress that she thought would be perfect for me. I politely declined to wear it, saying that I wasn't feeling very well and would be going home. The two women immediately asked me worriedly if I wanted them to accompany me, but I again said no, thanking them, saying that I would go alone and that I didn't want to ruin their shopping. I didn't want them to see me cry. 

When I got home, I immediately locked myself in my room, and almost didn't make it to my bed in time. Tears were already rolling down many of my cheeks. I felt a tear in the bond between me and my partner, who was worried about me since he had heard me crying, but I had closed the bond in response. I knew he was on a mission for Rhysand, and that he wouldn't be back for a week, which was Cassian's birthday, and I thought he would certainly forget about it, or at least I thought he would. For three days I kept the bond between us closed, until the night of the third day, today, Az came through the front door with eagerness, in his eyes pure fear and worry, while I cried in our bed, wearing my favorite sweater, aka his, wrapped in blankets, with the only desire to sink into the mattress and never be seen again by anyone.

My partner immediately went looking for me when he heard soft moans coming from our room. He opened the door and there he saw me, buried under the covers in tears. I saw that sadness appear in his eyes, typical of when I'm having a bad day and he feels guilty for the pain I'm in. He quickly walks over to the bed, removes his clothes, and puts on some sweatpants resting on the chair next to the bed. The next thing I know he's lying next to me, hugging me, both with his arms and his wings. 

Azriel: "Honey you should have told me, I would have come back even sooner."- he says stroking my hair and kissing my forehead, while more tears run down my cheeks. His other hand is resting on my waist, Az with his thumb making little circles knowing that it relaxes me.

Y/N: "I don't deserve you. I-I don't deserve you. You are the perfect man, you are sweet, handsome, kind, smart. I bet there are a myriad of girls who would love to be in my shoes, who are infinitely better than me, but why then not choose them? Why me? I'm not perfect, I'm not thin, I'm not graceful, I'm not perfect, not like you. So why choose me Azriel, you deserve so much more than that." 

Azriel: "My love, I will always, always choose you. To me you are perfect just the way you are. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, and funny person I know. There isn't a thing I don't love about you: your laugh, your early morning tousled hair, the fact that you drool in your sleep, which makes you awfully cute, your passion for your beloved books, your eyes so full of life and bright. You are perfect just the way you are, don't believe what you think, let me tell you how you are sweetheart. Don't ever let these thoughts take place in your little head again, okay?" 

Y/N: "What did I do to deserve you?"- I say crying, as I snuggle even closer to his chest, letting his words and warmth invade my senses. Slowly I start to feel better, I don't know if it's the closeness with the man I love, or his speech, but I feel some confidence growing in me again. 

Azriel: "I ask myself every day the same thing. What did I do to deserve a woman like you? So beautiful, so funny, and smart who loves everything about me, even what I can barely stand"-he says lowering his gaze to his hand resting on my waist. 

I kiss him, trying to convey everything I feel to him, not trusting my voice at the moment. The kiss seems to last for hours, but at the same time, I can't get enough of my partner's lips, so sweet and soft, to which I am now addicted. When we part for lack of breath, the shadowsinger rests his forehead on mine and says to me. 

Azriel: "Come on tell a little bit about what happened while I was gone."

And so I start telling him about all the good things I did, before my bad moment, like breakfast with Nesta in a cafe along the Sidra, lunch with Mor and Feyre and even if short shopping with them. I tell him about that beautiful dress I saw in the window, which I didn't have the courage to try on because it was too beautiful. Then he starts to tell me about his mission and slowly I feel sleep taking possession of my body tired from the continuous crying.  Just before falling asleep I feel my companion stop, kiss my forehead and then tell me, while I'm still snuggled against his chest, in his arms. 

Azriel: "Good night my love...I have to remember tomorrow to go get her that dress, I have to ask Nes has to distract her somehow, it has to be a surprise." 

God, what have I done to deserve you Azriel.

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Author’s note: Hi! Thank you for requesting me this, you don't know how much you made my day, really. These days have been bad days for me, so in writing this story, I felt a little taken aback. It helped me a lot to write it. I hope you are doing well, that you are happy. I hope you enjoyed it, and please don't let the hard days win, whenever I'm feeling down I think of when Mor says this quote to Feyre, and I feel better. Now I say it to people like me who aren't feeling at their best, hoping it will have the same effect. I’m sorry if it is that sad, but I cried while writing it, so it came out like this. With love, your Becky. 

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[moon3thereal]

I’ll Do It (Pt. 1)

Part 2 Part 3

REQ: so I thought you could maybe do something with this prompt, because I really like your writing!!!reader was hired to protect Nat, but very soon it becomes clear that Nat can really protect herself. request here 

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, mentions of killing, mentions of violence (let me know if I've missed out anything)

a/n: this one will probably have several parts maybe 2 or 3, this one doesn't actually have any Nat x reader interaction, its just buildup, bc I realized all my long fics flops- And yes I know this one sucks a bit pls don't grill me for it :D 

P. S. My requests are open, however, don’t forget to check out my request guidelines first before sending in an ask! Thank you <3

1,156 words 

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For the fifth time this week, you’d smacked the snooze button on your battered alarm clock as if it’d personally offended you. It was Friday, you realized with relief. Being a level 6 S.H.I.E.L.D agent was tough, you weren’t ranked high enough to order people around but you weren’t amateur enough to handle the basic work. In summary, you were one of the suckers who did all the work and got no recognition for it. At least you had your own bedroom at S.H.I.E.L.D quarters, miserable as it was. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, nothing could be worse than the ratty apartment you rented before you were an agent and were working scrap jobs ranging between bartending and putting a bullet between the eyes of whoever had offended the person paying you.

Brushing your hair away from your face, you squinted at the luminated face of the alarm clock with fatigue, 6 a.m. You groaned and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes, you made your way to the bathroom. Splashing you face with ice cold water, you stared at your reflection. After a solid 10 seconds of having a staring contest with your mirror image, you sighed and changed into your S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. “It’s Friday. That means it’ll be quiet around here” its what your best friend Nikolai always said “yeah I fucking hope you’re right Nik” you muttered and left your dorm.

He was wrong. you’d barely stepped into the compound when people had started pushing files of all sorts into your hands while barely acknowledging you. You resisted the urge to slap an agent with the files he’d practically thrown at you and covered your irritation with a tight smile that probably looked like a murderous grimace. Holding in your exasperated groan, you made your way to your desk and dropped the files on your already overflowing table. Taking a large sip of your black coffee, you’d opened the first file “Lola Marks, recently widowed, suspected robbery of precious artifacts” you’d read under your breath. Great, now I'm doing the goddamn police’s job for them, fucking assholes , you swore. Despite your constant dissatisfaction with your job and telling yourself you’ll resign if another person looks at you like you’re dirt on their shoes, you’d never handed in the resignation letter. for some reason, your gut told you there was more to this if only you’d be patient.

you’d always trusted your gut, it never ever went wrong. However, you didn't expect Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D himself to summon you to his office today. When you’d gotten the message, you stared blankly at the junior agent thinking it was a result of your sleep deprivation, wow, good going, hallucinations now? Really? you’d thought. “well go on, he wants to see you now” you broke out of your trance and replied in a tone completely contrasting what you were feeling “got it, thank you.”

your feet moved of their own accord, you hadn’t even had the time to think about what could he possibly want from you when you’d arrived at the front door of his personal office. oh god, am i such a shit agent that I'm to be fired by the director himself. you cringed and knowing there were security cameras outside and not wanting to look some weakling, you knocked twice sharply without leaving your brain the time to hesitate

you were told to come in, you shook his hand, you sat down. You simply stared at him with a gaze that you hoped resembled the confidence of someone who has their shit together and whose stomachs were definitely not doing flips.  The silence that followed wasn't necessarily awkward, you weren’t staring at each other, you were evaluating each other. He gave nothing away with his relaxed posture and the slightly bemused way he regarded you

after what felt like 5 hours, he finally leaned forward and said “agent y/l/n” you inclined your head, playing along with whatever game this was “sir” you replied lightly. “have a drink” he’d poured out some whiskey that looked ludicrously expensive “agents are not supposed to drunk during duty, sir” you said staring straight at him, you knew your response was balancing precariously between prim and responsible but it seemed right somehow “suit yourself,” he said and put down his own glass. “I have a job for you” your brows furrowed slightly, “a job?” you said to confirm that you hadn't misheard “a job. Its not paperwork, its something i know you’re capable of, ” he said and leaned forward almost conspiratorially “ the protection of Natasha Romanoff” immediately, a thousand questions rose in your mind and before you could utter a single word, he held up a finger, effectively silencing you. “before you say anything, this isn't bodyguard work, you’ll be watching from a distance, we have reason to suspect that she is being watched and potentially targeted by not so friendly people. Due to her obvious stubbornness, she has refused any kind of protection from S.H.I.E.L.D, but we cant afford to lose one of our best agents”

you listened in silence, still trying to process exactly what this job entailed. “there’s a catch, you’re good, better than most senior agents, the only reason you’re still on level 6 clearance is because you’ve only been here a year and given your expertise in combat, you may well be a spy.” you laughed, overwhelmed at everything he’s told you within the last 2 minutes. “what are you saying, director” you asked disbelievingly, expecting him to burst out in mocking laughter any moment. “what I'm saying, y/l/n, is that you do this job and you get a promised promotion” you frowned in consideration “Tailing Natasha Romanoff. The infamous Black Widow herself. Are you trying to get me killed, sir?” you asked, knowing plain well it was outright insolence but if he wanted to fuck with you, you had no reason to be meek and polite.

“its your choice y/l/n, keep your desk job, or do this and be given what you’ve always wanted ever since you stepped foot into this building, a job with action” he said losing all pretense of casualness “why me, why not the senior agents” you asked, still not willing to believe that you were being given the job of protecting an avenger, a legendary spy. “she has friends. She would know.” he said simply. “and you are trusting me to be discreet enough to fool the Black Widow?” you asked. “i do”  you contemplated his offer and realized that you really had nothing to lose

“I'll do it.”

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[kerie-prince]

forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 1,860

A/N: Okay, this time I didn’t use any prompt from my board on Pinterest. I came with the idea last night (thanks insomnia), and I thought I could make it in 2 parts. Let me know what do you think in my ask, is always open for you. If you want t, like it and reblog it. Thank you very much! 

A/N 2: I’m gonna pin this imagine so you can easily find it on my page, I will do the same when posting part 2. :)

A/N 3: This awesome gif is from Pinterest but, it comes from Wattpad. Her account is Ariana-Fic and you can find it in her fic “Soldiers in Intelligence”.

Being a cop wasn't easy, putting your life in danger to protect and serve others sometimes wasn't successful. It was 50/50, every morning you will be walking out home not knowing if you could come back.

It had been three weeks without a person in the unit. Detective Jay Halstead had been wounded in a crossfire in a covert operation; when one of you got hurt everyone took responsibility even if it wasn't that way, only for some it was harder to try not to blame yourself for what happened. You had blamed Hailey for not covering Jay enough even though you knew it wasn't her fault, you even avoided her a few days after that. 

She was her partner way long before you were assigned to Intelligence by Sergeant Voight.

Narcotics helped Intelligence in a case; it was your case but somehow their case intertwined with yours at some point, both departments agreed to work to stop the overdoses in the area. You were the best at CO, so it made sense for Sergeant Voight to pick Jay, one of his best undercovers for a purchase. Your skills didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the Intelligence Unit, even for someone with experience like Jay. After the case was over he offered you a spot in his Unit, you doubt it for a moment, you were good in Narcotics, good pay, accumulated vacation days, Voight wasn't known for being a patient person and some co-workers encouraged you to take that step by commenting on how crazy you must be not to accept such an offer. 

You were well received by all, perhaps except for Sergeant Trudy Platt, who didn't like strangers or new people in the district. Jay was among the first to congratulate you when you arrived, for a moment you thought you'd be partners but Voight wouldn't break his dream team, so he paired you with Kevin Atwater, whom you've been entrusting your life and darkest secrets to ever since. 

Atwater was the first one you told about the nights you stayed late with Jay in Molly's, he was the first to know how those late nights became visiting his apartment, to end up arriving together one morning, to the district. He had told you about Voight's rules and how he was firm with them after Jay's last relationship had gone bad with his partner and that had affected his way of working a bit.

Jay and you decided to go slowly, the only one who would know about you two would be Kevin, it was agreed at least, but Hailey Upton was very good at her job so she soon realized what was happening between you. She had supported you, although she did not agree to hide this from her sergeant, she wanted to see her partner happy.

They were all at their desks, doing paperwork on a case they had closed the day before, when Trudy appeared on the stairs.

"Guess who came back from her mandatory break."

You looked up from the papers in front of you to look at a smiling Jay Halstead, who was looking at Trudy with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice to see you too, Trudy."

"Yeah, now try to get away from the bullets for a while, I don't want to have to worry about any of you for a long time."

Kevin and Adam were the first to approach him, joking and patting him on the shoulder. Kim and Hailey were next, giving him a loving hug before heading back to his places. You had stood up to lean against your desk, your arms crossed over your chest, Jay leaned closer, although he kept some distance, the mocking smile still on his lips. You were the first to speak.

"I see you survived, Halstead."

"Hey, don't say it like that, I'm going to think you're not happy to see me alive."

You pressed your lips together so as not to smile because of his comment, it was the game that both played in front of everyone else, the sarcastic comments to pretend that they were not getting along as well as they should. You nodded and looked at him.

"It's good to have you back."

Jay's smile widened and he put his hands on his hips.

"Look at that, you're happy to have me here."

You rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair when Voight left his office, leaning against the doorframe.

"How are you Jay?"

Jay nodded his head looking at his boss.

"Good, Sarge."

"Good, because I just hung up with the Superintendent and he wants to acknowledge what you did. Tomorrow there will be a public event, downtown."

You all clapped for a moment, before Voight continued speaking.

"Now try not to die until tomorrow."

Without saying more he returned to his office. Jay went to his desk to catch up on all the overdue paperwork, from time to time you looked up to observe him, you were glad to have him back but the moment you knew about the award, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth. Why were they going to decorate him when he almost died? 

You stood up and went to the coffee room, took one of the cups on the wall and poured yourself some, you still felt that bitter taste in your mouth. You heard footsteps behind you and looked over your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Jay asked, taking another cup, reaching for the pot and pouring himself some coffee as well. You leaned a little to look towards the door, checking that no one was around to hear you. You started to get tired of that, checking over your shoulders to see if no one could hear your conversations or whatever you were doing behind closed doors.

“Uhm, yes, I’m just a little tired. We have been in some paperwork duties from a few cases from the past weeks.”

You took a sip from the cup, making a little grin at the taste of the coffee.

“Well, just for the record, I know when something’s bothering you. We have been together almost a year.”

He looked satisfied with himself, and you couldn’t deny it because he was right, Jay knew you so well almost since day one. You looked at him and gave him a little smile, his mood was good after dealing with a grumpy man at his house because he couldn’t get back to work after being shot, and you definitely didn't want to be the one to screw it up. 

Kim walks into the room without realizing the interruption she just made or how you take a little more distance between you two, starts a little chat with Jay and you decide to go back to your desk.

Later, in the locker room, you were finishing picking up some things from your little blue locker, putting them in the gym bag you were carrying that day when Kevin appeared next to you, opening his own locker.

"I don't see you so happy today, you were quiet for most of the day, man you didn't even laugh at Ruzek's nonsense. I thought having Jay back would make you feel better."

You sighed and took a seat on the bench, rubbing your hands over your face before looking at your best friend. You played with your lower lip a bit before speaking.

"Kevin, am I crazy for wanting more in this relationship? I mean, we've worked well without anyone knowing, what difference would it make if we did from the knowledge of Voight, of our friends?"

They both fell silent when an officer entered the room and moments later he left the room, you clenched your fist and struck the cold metal in front of you, you felt frustrated and helpless. Kevin sat next to you, rubbing his hands together as he took his time answering you.

"Y/N, you are a pretty strong woman who knows what she wants, don't let anyone make you feel like you can't, not even some of my friends. If you want, I can talk to him, you know man to man" .

His comment made you laugh a little, releasing a bit of the tension in your chest, you bumped his shoulder with yours, pushing him a little.

"Thanks Kev. I don't think that talk is necessary but I will take it into account for future problems."

"Whenever you need me, girl."

You took your bag, Kevin had helped you lift your spirits but you knew you had to do something with your feelings, for better or for worse. 

Jay was in the kitchen when he heard you arrive, a smile formed on his face as he came out to greet you, an ice cold beer in his hand and a hockey game in the background on television. He walked over to you to kiss your forehead, took your bag and set it aside by the door.

"It took you a little longer than usual to get here, I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. Trudy wanted me to fill out some forms for tomorrow and I left earlier."

You couldn't look at Jay without stopping to think about the consequences that your words would have, you knew about his past and you didn't want to be the evil witch who would ruin what you both had until that day. You settled next to him, resting your head on his chest while he watched the game and he made imaginary shapes on the skin of your arm.

It took you a few minutes before you could form a sentence, your voice lacking the strength you had gathered all the way to his apartment.

"Jay, what if we tell Voight we're together?"

Your voice caught his attention, looking at you completely confused.

"Y/N, we both know that we can't say anything at the moment if we want to continue working in the same unit."

You slowly sat up again, turning a little so you could face him, Jay was sure of what he was saying, it showed in his face and in the confidence with which he had spoken.

"Jay, I'm tired of having to hide from everyone, like what we're doing is wrong. Voight will understand if-"

"I've been through this before Y/N, I know what I'm talking about. I also refused to hide my thing with Erin, but things changed. If we tell this to Voight he will remove someone from the team and we know it will not be me."

You felt the air come out of your lungs, as if someone had hit you, Jay realized his mistake when you stood up, he began to move his head trying to speak, he left the beer on the coffee table trying to take your hand .

"Y/N, it's not what- it's not what I meant ..."

Unaware of your movements, you started to take your things in a frenzy, Jay seemed to be talking to you but you couldn't identify his words or what he was trying to tell you, you just left.

To be continued...

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