#your words feel so instantly struck with love and i feel such immediate love and warmth from reading them wahh;; 🥺

[rayraelleaizawa]

There better be a part 2 of "they say something hurtful in an argument" where they realized they fucked up. I swear on God's name I will not stop crying if you don't.

P.s: very good writing keep it up! ❤️

Side Note: I didnt think that there would be so many requests on part 2, so thank you all for the requests and the support! It helps staying motivated to keep writing :) I hope you'll like this!

Making up after an argument

Part 1: They say something hurtful in an argument

Tags: hurt/comfort, slight angst, making up

Characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Dracule Mihawk

Shanks

He feels bad about what he said right after he saw that flash of hurt on your face, the sadness in your eyes and your quiet apology. Shanks immediately wanted to go after you when you left the room, but he was so wrung up in his blanket that he first had to untangle himself before he could go after you. He didnt care how he looked like, his shirt was all the way open, his pants were pulled up above his knee on one leg and on the other it hung down normally and his hair was a mess too. His shoes were completly forgotten somewhere in the room.

When he opened the door from his cabin with a rush and walked outside into the hallway, you were long gone. He instantly went looking for you, starting on deck and working all the way down.

His crewmembers, especially his closest friends, gave him weird looks and concerned stares, but he ignored all of their questions and just ran around looking for you. When he finally finds you, crying on the floor in a dark storage room, he felt a pang go through his heart.

He slowly came closer to you, not wanting to startle you, and started talking quietly.

"Hey, sweet cheeks" he said, sitting down next to you. "Is it alright if i touch you?" he said as he carefully laid his hand on your ellbow.

Seeing you in this state made him want to just wrap his arms around you, pull you close and kiss you all over and apologize to you a thousand times, but he held himself back. This wasnt what you needed right now.

When you didnt react to his touch, he laid his other hand on your shoulder. Shanks tried to catch your eyes, but your face was burried in your legs and your hands were shielding your head from him.

"Darling please look at me" he pleaded, and slowly you raised your head. He laid his other hand on your cheek and his warmth immediately comforted you, but you didnt want to give into his warmth. When Shanks saw your tear struck face and this unbearable sadness in your eyes, he mentally cursed himself for saying those reckless words.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I had no right to let my hangover frustration out on you. Please, forgive me. I love you, my sweet little dove" he tried to apologize.

"Am I really the reason?" you quietly asked, hiccuping from all the crying.

"What?" Shanks looked at you confused.

"Am I the reason why you keep drinking so much? Am I that insufferable?" you cried out, your body shaking at the thought.

"No, no! That wasnt what I meant, please, listen to me! You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I cant lose you. What I said was mean and a lie. Please believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me that I didnt mean those words."

Shanks was on the verge of crying himself. The thought that he made his partner feel so bad made him hate himself, swearing to never get this drunk again that he would hurt his lover. He was scared you'd leave him. He wanted to make you feel better, but that was a difficult task when he himself was the reason why you were crying and shaking on the floor. He carefully put his arms around you and placed you on his lap and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

"It's okay, cry how much you want. Be angry at me, hit me, let all your feelings out on me, I deserve it. But please" he swallowed hard "please dont be sad. Please dont leave me. Not because of my stupid mouth."

You looked up at him when he said that. You noticed his pained face and the fear in his eyes. A fear that he messed up for good. You still felt hurt, but you knew Shanks would never toy with your feelings like that. He was serious about this apology.

You pressed your head in his chest and your tears started to dry out. After a time of silence and him gently stroking your back, you murmered a "I love you, you drunk idiot" into his chest. Shanks felt a stone fall from his heart as he chuckled a bit, leaned down and kissed you on the head. "I love you too, so much pumpkin. I'll never hurt you again. I'll stop drinking so much. Pirate promise"

Benn Beckman

Beckman sighed for the seemingly hundreth time. He still stood on deck, leaning against the railing as he thought about what he had said. He didnt meant to hurt you, but he knew giving you a bit space for now was the right thing. When you calmed down he planned on talking to you, but right now he also needed to sort his own thoughts.

He regretted his words instantly after they left his mouth but the damage was done. He sighed again. Usually he would have smoked at least half a package of cigarettes by now, but he just couldnt bring himself to touch one. Those stupid things were the reason why he made his partner sad. No, bullshit. He couldnt blame anyone else than himself for this. He fucked up.

With one last sigh he left his place at the railing and went underdeck to find you. He had a guess where you were and what you'd be doing, so he went straight to your cabin. He calmed himself with a deep breath in and breath out before he knocked on your door and then slowly opened it.

He wasnt suprised at what he saw. You were at your desk, working away on whatever was laying on your table. Benn carefully stepped into your room and closed the door. You didnt give him any sign that you acknowledged his presence. He walked over to you and waited if you'd say something.

Benn wasnt sure how to approach, so he looked at the papers on your desk. When he saw how shaky your handwriting was and how the ink mixed with waterdrops at some places he sighed again, feeling helpess as he made his own partner cry.

"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said. It wasnt right of me. I let out my stress on you eventho you were only worried about me. I'm deeply sorry."

Benn apologized, but you didnt respond nor did you look at him. He got restless, the uneasy feeling in him became stronger with every second you didnt say anything. You were just writing away on your papers.

"Buttercup, please. I am really sorry. I didnt want to hurt your feelings. You know I love you deeply."

There was a begging undertone in Benns voice by now.

"You dont smell like smoke" was the only answere he got, and hearing your voice immediately eased his anxious feelings a bit.

"I just...couldnt bring myself to touch them" he admitted.

You turned to look at him.

"Maybe i should be upset because of you more often then?"

He breathed out as he sensed that you werent that upset at him anymore. There was a joking undertone in your words, but it was clear that you still were hurt. He laid his hand on yours and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Please no. I cant handle this. I cant handle seeing you upset. I'm sorry, princess, i'll really try my best to smoke less. Please, I want to make things right again, I-"

He stopped when you laid your hand on his cheek, softly caressing it.

"I know that you're sincer when you start rambling, Benn Beckman."

Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk knew he fucked up big time when he wanted to go look for you but couldnt find you. He noticed your belongings were gone, and then saw footprints leaving away from the castle. Your footprints.

It was starting to become night so he immediately ran after you, following your steps through the woods. He prayed the whole time that you were safe, that nothing happened to you, that you didnt get injured because of his inability to deal with his emotions the right way.

It started raining and it got darker and darker. He hoped he'll find you in time. The nights are cold and the animals in the woods can be even more dangerous at night. Mihawk ran even faster as raindrops hit him more frequently, and soon it was pouring down. His clothes were complety soaked, but he couldnt care less. All he could think of was to find you and bring you back to safety.

While Mihawk dashed throught the woods with experience, you on the other hand stumbled around without orientation. Now that the darkness started to rise, you couldnt see anything anymore. The trees were so close to each other that you couldnt orientate yourself on the stars, and barely any moonlight came through either.

You couldnt count anymore how often you tripped or fell down a slope. Your arms, legs and face were covered in small scratches as you continued to push trough. You werent even entirely sure where you were going, but all you knew was that you wanted to put as much distance in between you and Hawkeye as possible.

Tears still welled up at the thought of him. Those soft moments between you two all seemed like a lie. You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts and carried on. You kept on walking, but a root stood out of the ground and made you trip again. You fell and slithered down another small slope and just as you cursed to yourself you heard a noise.

You stayed quietly on the ground as you listened, not sure if you misheared. No, there were definetely steps. But they were too heavy to be from a human. And Mihawk wouldnt come either. So what was that?

Then you heard a sniffing sound and a roar. And that's when you also got your answer. It was a bear. You tried to stay as calm as possible, but soon you realized why the bear roared so much. You fell in between the bear and it's cup. Which was the worst thing you could do - get in between a mother bear and her child.

You slowly started to crawl backwards, but the mother bear roared again and you heard her coming closer. You tried to hold your breath as you saw her shadowy figure infront of you, and the moment the bear roared almost into your face, you tried to stand up and run away, but of course that didnt work with a bear in front of you. You fell on your butt and tried to ready yourself for the heavy impact with the bears paw which she had raised, when a tall figure was infront of you suddenly, holding a big sword you'd recognise everyhwere. Mihawk. He wielded his sword and cut the ground, and the bear mother and her cup both ran away.

When he turned to face you, you couldnt decipher what his facial expression meant. You sat there, on the ground, cuts all over you and wet from the rain as he suddenly quickly walked up to you. You wanted to stand up, to talk with him, but before you could even say his name he was on the ground with you, kissing you feverishly.

You were confused about what was going on suddenly, but Mihawk pressed you against him in a way you couldnt escape. Not that you really wanted to, cause you felt so many emotions in this one kiss. Fear, anger, sadness, relieve... it seemed like all of those pent up emotions he couldnt let out came through in this kiss.

After what seemed like eternity did he break the kiss, panting as he looked at you.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I'm so glad you're alive. I- I love you."

Was all he said and you looked at him in shock. It was a rare treat to hear those words from him, and you didnt expect to ever hear them again. But here he was, saving you in the middle of the night, telling you his feelings.

"I-I know that you're always worried when I leave. I just didnt know how to break it to you when i had to leave for so long. I not only see the disappointment and worry in your face, I also see fear and sadness whenever i leave. I just...I didnt know how I should tell you that I had to leave for months, fighting some idiots without seeing you all sad about the fact that I might not come back? That's why i left without saying anything. I know i hurt you, my love. I know I said something cruel back in the castle. But this castle is not my home when you arent in it. I'm sorry for hurting you. I didnt know how to express myself. Please, forgive me. I'll work on it."

You only stared in shock as Mihawk talked about his feelings so much. But then a small smile broke out on your lips.

"You're an idiot. But you're my idiot."

He didnt respond, he only blushed which you didnt see in the dark nights, but then he picked you up and started carrying you back to your home.

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Hey can I request jason voorhees x pregnant reader, they again already have a kid. It's late and jason is exhausted doing dishes or helping his wife get comfortable and hears a crash in the kids room and rushes over in full protective mode ready to attack, only to see a misty spirit if his mom glowing in the moon light, kissing the sleeping kid goodnight on their forehead and tucking em in and humming a lullaby saying "my beautiful grandbaby". Jason upon seeing this gets teary from joy and so does his mom and she tells jason that he's doing a great job as father and husband and she's proud but then fades away in the moon light and jason goes back to bed with his wife who wonders why he's extra extra affectionate and loving, and teary?

A Mother Knows Best

Jason Voorhees x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: In the middle of the night, Jason finally gets the sign that he's been looking for.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 787

A/N: I'm a bit sick currently and am definitely in a bit of a brain fog, so I hope this still came out to your liking!

After all this time living in the woods, there has never been a moment where Jason became fearful.

He could clearly protect himself, but even then, he knew no one would dare step into this area knowing that he was around.

It's exactly why he wanted to raise up his family here. He never wanted to worry about your safety, and he knew that growing up around nature would give his children the freedom to explore and be whoever they wanted without judgment.

It was another night like the rest. Jason was still rubbing your back long after you had already fallen asleep.

You were still in your first trimester, and the nausea mixed with the fatigue was kicking your ass.

Jason was doing whatever he could to help you get some rest, but unfortunately, there was only so much that could be done to alleviate that discomfort for you.

He continued to rub his rough hand along your soft skin, worrying that if he stopped, you would immediately wake up again.

It had taken a couple hours just to get the baby to bed earlier. And he couldn't help but feel guilty that he wasn't able to help more with the situation.

But like always, you just gave him a gentle smile and reassured him that everything was alright.

A sudden thud from the nearby room caused Jason to shoot up in bed, instantly being shaken from his thoughts.

Thankfully, you were still resting somehow, not having heard the same crashing sound Jason had.

This was the first time in forever that Jason actually felt fearful about something. But of course, he wasn't scared for himself, he was scared for his child.

He rushed to their room quickly, slightly curious as to why he hadn't heard his baby crying yet.

But when he finally reached the room, these worries and thoughts immediately left his brain.

A ghostly apparition stood over his child's crib. And although Jason wasn't too sure of what he was seeing at first, the gentle hum of her voice and the tilt of her head immediately struck him with realization.

"My sweet grand-baby," she cooed, touching her hand on their cheek.

It was only then that she turned to look at Jason.

An even wider smile stretched across her face, and her eyes were already teary. Jason could feel himself choking up at just the sight of her.

It had been years since he last heard her voice, and he never thought he'd be in a position to talk to her again.

Before he could even take a step into the room, his mother let out a sigh.

"I'm so proud of who you've become," she spoke softly, not wanting to wake her grandchild. "My beautiful boy. You've fought so hard for this life, and I couldn't be more happy to see how far you've come."

Jason was holding back sobs at this point, not knowing what else to do but take in her words and truly convince himself that this wasn't some kind of dream.

"I love you," she whispered.

The moonlight from the window seemed to shine even brighter as her ghost became more and more translucent. She reached her hand out towards him as she faded away, and Jason about sprinted into the room in hopes of catching her before she left.

But she was gone in an instant, and he was suddenly left there with a fast beating heart and tear-stained cheeks.

To know that his mother had never really left him and was happy of what's he's done seemed to lift a weight from his shoulders.

There was no more doubt in his mind that he was making the right decisions for you and your children. He was truly doing his best.

He quickly made his way back to your shared room, cuddling into the sheets behind you and pulling your body into his so tightly that you were already beginning to open your eyes.

"Jason?" you asked hoarsely, still a bit sleep drunk. "Everything okay?"

You could feel him nod into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in even further.

In your haze, you rolled back over and shut your eyes again, already drifting back into a deep sleep.

He was thankful for this. There was no way he'd be able to explain what just happened without breaking down right now. So instead, he looked over your sleeping form and placed his hand softly on your belly.

He smiled instantly, knowing his mother would continue to look out for him and his family. In fact, he swore he could hear a faint hum in his ear as he too began to doze off into a peaceful sleep.

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Flying High And Falling Hard

pairing -fred weasley x fem!reader

a/n - prompt three for hogmarch :)

warnings/tags - injury, fluff

wordcount - 1.7k

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as you stepped off the Floo Network and into the cozy chaos of the Burrow. The air was filled with the scent of homemade pies and the sound of laughter, instantly making you feel at home. Summer break had finally arrived, and you were eager to spend it with your best friend, Fred Weasley.

As you made your way through the bustling kitchen, Mrs. Weasley enveloped you in a warm hug, welcoming you back to the Burrow with her usual motherly affection. Fred came bolting down the stairs, his familiar grin spreading across his face as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Y/N! You made it!" Fred exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We've been counting down the days until you got here."

You returned his hug, feeling a surge of happiness at being reunited with your best friend. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Fred. I couldn’t wait to finally see my favourite Weasley again," you replied teasingly, returning his smile. “Speaking of, where is Ginny?”

Fred's expression immediately shifted to one of mock hurt, his hand flying dramatically to his chest. "Ouch, love. That stings," he said, feigning offense. "Here I am, practically bursting with excitement to see you, and you're only here to see my sister?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, rolling your eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. You know you're really my favourite," you told him with a grin, nudging him with your elbow.

Fred's grin widened at your words, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I should hope so," he replied, his tone dripping with faux indignation. "After all, I am the charming, handsome one, aren't I?"

You chuckled at his shameless self-promotion, shaking your head in amusement. "I see your head’s still as big as it was at school last week.”

As the two of you continued to banter back and forth, the familiar warmth of friendship washing over you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these. Despite the chaos of the world outside, the Burrow was a sanctuary of laughter and love, and you were grateful to be a part of it.

The days at the Burrow passed in a whirlwind of laughter and adventure. You and Fred spent countless hours exploring the nearby woods, playing pranks on his siblings, and, of course, engaging in epic Quidditch matches with the other Weasley's, and Harry of course.

One particularly sunny afternoon found you and Fred soaring through the sky on your broomsticks, the wind whipping through your hair as you chased after the Quaffle. Fred's laughter echoed in your ears as he executed a daring dive to steal the ball from your grasp, his competitive spirit shining through.

But as the game progressed, disaster struck. In the heat of the moment, Ron yelled out a warning as a bludger came hurtling towards you, catching you off guard and sending you crashing to the ground below. Pain shot through your ankle as you landed awkwardly, the world spinning around you.

"Y/N!" Fred's voice echoed in your ears as he abandoned his broomstick and rushed to your side. His hands were gentle as he helped you sit up, concern etched across his features.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

You winced as you tried to put weight on your injured ankle, but shook your head, trying to reassure him. "I'll be fine. Just a twisted ankle, nothing serious."

But Fred wasn't convinced. His brow furrowed with concern as he examined your injury, his worry palpable. "We need to get you inside and let mum take a look at it," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nodded weakly, allowing Fred to help you to your feet and guide you back to the safety of the Burrow. As you hobbled along beside him, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. It was your fault for not paying attention, for letting yourself get distracted during the game.

Once inside, Mrs. Weasley bustled over to you, her expression immediately morphing into one of concern as she took in your injury. With her gentle touch and soothing words, she quickly set to work, inspecting your ankle and applying a cooling salve to ease the pain.

Fred hovered anxiously nearby, his eyes never leaving you as he watched his mother work. You could see the worry etched across his features, his usual jovial demeanour nowhere to be seen.

"I'm sorry," Ron's voice suddenly cut through the tense atmosphere, his expression filled with remorse as he approached you. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I should've been more careful."

Fred's jaw clenched at his brother's words, his gaze flashing with anger as he turned to face Ron. "Yeah, you should've been," he snapped, his tone sharp and biting. "You could've seriously hurt her."

Ron recoiled slightly at Fred's outburst, his expression contrite as he shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "I know, Fred. I'm really sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's okay, Ron," you spoke up, your voice soft but firm as you addressed him. "Accidents happen. And it already stopped hurting."

Ron's eyes flickered with relief at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks," he replied earnestly, his gratitude evident in his tone.

But Fred remained silent, his gaze still fixed on his brother with a hint of lingering anger. You reached out and gently touched his arm, offering him a reassuring smile. "It's alright,” you said, your voice soothing.

Fred's jaw tensed, but he eventually relented, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he turned to look at you. "I know," he murmured, his voice quieter now, the anger in his eyes gradually giving way to a softer expression.

Mrs. Weasley finished tending to your ankle, wrapping it securely with a bandage and instructing you to keep off it for the rest of the day. With a grateful nod to her, you hobbled over to the couch and settled in, propping your injured leg up on a nearby cushion.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," you said, smiling gratefully at her. "I really appreciate it."

She patted your hand affectionately, her eyes filled with warmth. "Of course, dear. Anything for you," she replied kindly before bustling back into the kitchen to resume her cooking, Ron rushing after her.

Left alone in the living room with Fred, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in your stomach. The air between you seemed charged with unspoken emotions, and you weren't sure how to break the tension.

Fred sat down beside you, his expression still etched with concern as he watched you carefully. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just need to rest it for a bit," you assured him, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Fred's gaze softened even further as he reached out and took your hand in his, his touch warm and comforting. "I'm glad you're okay," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

You felt a rush of warmth flood through you at his words, a smile spreading across your lips. "Thanks, Fred. And thanks for being there for me," you mumbled, squeezing his hand gently.

His smile widened at your words, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Always. I'll always be here for you," he replied softly, his voice filled with warmth.

Lost in the comfort of his touch, you found yourself drawn to him in a way you hadn't quite realized before. The lines between friendship and something more blurred in that moment, leaving you feeling a sense of longing that you couldn't quite explain.

Fred's eyes met yours, something new flashing through his eyes as he leaned closer to you. “There's something I need to tell you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You held your breath, anticipation coursing through your veins as Fred's words hung in the air between you. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, it felt as though the whole world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in that cozy living room.

"What is it, Fred?" you asked softly, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his response.

Fred took a deep breath, his hand tightening around yours as he searched for the right words.

"Having you here," he began, his voice gentle but filled with emotion, "these past few days with you... they've been incredible."

You felt your cheeks flush at his words, meeting his gaze. "They have been," you agreed.

Fred continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "And I... I don't want them to end," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, the realization of what he was saying sinking in. Could it be possible that Fred felt the same way you did?

"I don't want them to end either," you confessed, your voice barely audible as you searched his eyes for any sign of what he was feeling.

And then, without another word, Fred leaned forward, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, tentative kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into the kiss, the world around you fading away until there was nothing left but the warmth of his lips against yours. When you finally pulled away, your heart was racing, your breath coming in short gasps as you met Fred's gaze, your fingers intertwining with his.

"Wow," you whispered, a wide smile spreading across your lips as you leaned your forehead against his. "I didn't see that coming."

Fred chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. "Me neither," he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Can’t believe I’ve got Ron to thank for this."

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A Broken Promise

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: You had both promised to never take your emotions out on the other. What happens when Jenna has a particularly bad day and snaps. ~ Word Count: 2.112k ~ Warnings: swearing and quite angsty but there is fluff

A/N: Hi!! I’m writing these quite quickly cos I’m really trying to crank these out for you guys so hopefully they r still good. Also my first angst fic!! I hope you guys like it because I personally love some angst and it’s quite fun, and heartbreaking, to write. ANYWAYS I hope you guys enjoy <3

Filming for 8 months in a foreign country was bound to be stressful, but you had no idea how much it would effect your relationship. You and Jenna had been together for over 2 years and before you started dating, you made a promise to each other that you wouldn’t take out your emotions on the other, that you would work through them together and everything would be ok. That promise had lasted flawlessly for the entirety of your relationship. Your relationship was constantly praised by your friends, and the two of you hardly ever fought. It was all going smoothly. Until tonight.

The clock had just struck 10pm when you heard the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. Given that she left early this morning, you were instantly worried by how late it was. As a result, you stood up and walked to the doorway. Entering the apartment with small shuffling steps, her pure exhaustion was plastered across her face as she dropped all of her stuff into a heap on the ground. “Hey” you greeted softly with a soft smile to which you got no response. Instead she walked straight past you, ignoring your entire existence which caused your face to scrunch in confusion.

“Hey is everything ok?” you questioned swiftly following her as she made her way into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Mhm” she hummed, still not even looking in your direction. “Jenna? Hey what’s wrong? Talk to me.” you pleaded following her around like a lost dog. “Not now” she responded coldly, causing your face to drop slightly. She had never before ignored you so plainly. Sure she had her moments, so did you, but she would normally search for you when she was in a sour mood. She used to crave your presence, now it seems she can’t stand it. As much as you wanted to fulfill her request of leaving her alone, you made a promise to never let her suffer alone.

You had followed her, pleading for an answer, all the way into the living room where she attempted to relax on the couch, her irritation evident as she harshly bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut in frustration whilst dropping her head. “Jenna. Please.” now kneeling down to match her eye level, you tried to maintain your own composure because at this point her mood was even getting on your nerves. “I said not now!!” she snaps suddenly, looking at you with something you could only describe as hatred. Your face immediately dropped. She had never talked to you like this. Her words burned wholes into your heart as she continued to yell at you. “What don’t you understand about leaving me the fuck alone! I obviously don’t want to talk to you right now so why the fuck are you so goddamn persistent! You are so fucking annoying sometimes. Just… leave me alone” she screams, her voice fading out into a whisper. At this point any hope of keeping your promise had flown out the window. Your heart ached as tears starting to cascade down your cheeks.

“Well if that’s how you feel.” you brokenly whisper, shakily wiping your tears as you get to your feet. You just look at her for a minute, hugging yourself as you hold onto one last piece of hope that she will apologise, or at least look at you with some kind of remorse, yet all she does is just look blankly at the floor, refusing to acknowledge you. “Ok” you breathe as you nod solemnly, tears still pouring down your cheeks, as you walk briskly towards your spare bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

As she hears the door of the spare bedroom click shut, Jenna audibly sighs, running her fingers through her hair. She felt like utter shit. Not only was filming absolutely exhausting, and completely drained her of any common sense, but she just broke her promise to never take her emotions out on you. ‘What the fuck did I do’ she thought, internally cursing herself for using your own insecurities against you. She knew how conscious you were about being ‘too annoying’ when it came to being around other people, and she had always reassured you that you weren’t annoying in the slightest. And then she said shit like that. She didn’t even have the guts to look you in the eyes when she said it, she couldn’t bare to see the look on your face as she completely crushed you. She knew she had messed up, she just hoped it wasn’t too late to fix it.

As a single tear made its way down her cheek, she hastily wiped it away as she stood up determined to apologise. She scolded herself for crying, she had no right to cry. She was the one who insulted you and made you feel like nothing but a nuisance. As she approached the door to the spare bedroom, she could hear your quiet, muffled sobs, completely shattering her heart. She did this to you. As she reached for the handle, she gently attempted to open the door only to discover that you had locked it.

Taking this as a sign that you wanted nothing to do with her, she sucked in a breath and rested her forehead against the door. “I’m so sorry Y/n” she whispered, her voice breaking as she allows her tears to fall. “Please forgive me. I love you.” she cried quietly. She stayed there for a moment, letting what just happened truly sink in, before she leans back, slowly walking to your normally shared bedroom.

Still dressed in what she wore to set, she headed immediately for your shared walk-in closet. As she walked in she was flooded by your familiar scent, one which typically filled her with warmth, now filling her with dread. Despite this, Jenna immediately looked towards your half of the closet, digging through your clothes until she found her favourite shirt of yours. She brought it up to her face, inhaling your scent as her tears begin to resurface. She strips down to her underwear and throws the shirt on over the top, attempting to fill the void of your presence with your scent.

Once in bed, the hollowness of your side hangs heavy on her heart. Your warm presence that is always in some way touching her, whether its just a finger or its cuddling so tight all either of you feel is each other, is missing and has taken a piece of her heart with it. Despite her numerous attempts to sleep, she couldn’t take her mind off of you, hoping at the least you are also missing her presence as much as she is missing yours. Despite the rogue tears escaping her eyes, she eventually finds sleep.

You awoke as the sun shone through the windows, instantly reminded of the events of last night. The ache of your post-cry headache and lack of your girlfriends warmth was enough to make you want to bury yourself within the covers, never to resurface. You had heard her last night, her attempt to apologise to you. You could hear her crying on the other side of the door, and as much as you wanted to forgive her, no one has ever wounded you so deeply. The one person who normally reassured you that you weren’t too much, that your presence wasn’t a burden, just admitted that it was by screaming it in your face.

Eventually the pounding of your headache caught up to you and you were forced to leave the sanctuary that has become the spare bedroom. Chucking on an old hoodie from the closet, one which you had stored there due to the lack of space in your shared closet, you throw the hood over you head and slowly open the door. You take quiet and hesitant steps towards the kitchen, hoping that if Jenna was around she wouldn’t notice you.

As the kitchen came into view, you immediately noticed Jenna’s figure sat on top of the island, a cup of coffee in hand, wearing your favourite t shirt. ‘Well that’s unfortunate’ you murmur inwardly, your initial plan of completely avoiding her coming crashing down as her eyes glance in your direction. Her posture immediately straightens, her face brightening slightly, as you stride into the kitchen, determined to get what you came for and get the fuck out.

“Hey.” she croaks, her own crying evident in her voice. “Can we talk?”. The words you always prayed would never be spoken between you two, the telltale sign that something had gone wrong. You completely ignored her question as you walked straight past her, her eyes following your every move as you kept your head down and hood on. You swiftly grab a bottle of water from the fridge before moving to the cupboard to grab a snack so you can hopefully avoid coming back.

“Please” she pleaded, her voice breaking as she begged for you to just hear her out. You risk a glance towards her as you were about to return to your self-imprisonment. A glance you quickly regretted. She was hugging herself with an iron grip as her lips trembled and she cried quietly. You always hated seeing her cry, especially if you knew you had caused it. “Just here me out please” she begged in broken words. You sighed audibly before sending her a small nod as you leaned your back against the countertop.

You caught the small look of surprise in her eyes as you agreed to listen, obviously not expecting you to agree to talk to her. “I am so fucking sorry Y/N… I love you so fucking much and… and you deserve the world and I treated you like absolute shit.” She began, starting to sob as she apologised profusely. All you wanted to do was to comfort her but your pride got in the way as you watched her continue to breakdown. “I… I broke our promise and I know… I know how much that meant to you and trust me, it meant a lot to me too.” she paused taking a deep, uneven breath, “I don’t find you annoying you know that. I shouldn’t have said that, I never should have said that, I don’t know why I said that”. Her panicked ranting made your emotionless facade slip, as you felt your own tears threaten to fall. “I just… I just snapped I don’t know. I don’t know why I did that. You didn’t deserve that. But I promise Y/N… I promise you, I will never… never do that again. I love you so much I can’t even fathom hurting you… I hate that I hurt you… please can you forgive me.”

At first you said nothing. You just stood there, looking at her, admiring her, thinking about her. You would be stupid not to forgive her. She was the love of your life, you weren’t going to let her slip away over something so small she obviously regretted deeply. As your tears finally fell, you ducked your head, still remaining silent causing Jenna to panic slightly. “Say something please” she begged in a broken whisper. What you did next caught her off guard. Lifting up your head, tear stains evident on your cheeks, you give her a soft smirk as you push yourself off the counter, approaching her slowly before pulling her into a hug. She instantly melted into the embrace, squeezing her eyes closed as she buries her head into your chest. With one hand around her waist and one cradling her head, you place gentle kisses into her hair, whispering sweet nothings. “It’s ok.” you repeated over and over again, reassuring her that you had in fact forgiven her.

After bathing in each others touch for a few minutes, Jenna gently lifts her head from your chest, tilting her head up to meet you eyes. “I’m so sor…” her breath catches in her throat as she is overcome with emotions, another tear slipping down her cheek. “Hey hey it’s ok” you comfort, gently wiping the tear away. “I love you” she manages to sputter, bringing a small smile to your lips. You gently grasp her chin in your hand, guiding her face up towards you, tilting your head slightly and capturing her lips with yours. Her hands rest on your cheeks as she melts into the kiss, humming in satisfaction against your lips. As your lips slowly part, your hand softly stroking her cheek, you look deeply into your girlfriend’s eyes as you whisper, “I love you too”

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[skzfairyy]

9:40am

Pairings: Hwang Hyunjin x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: suggestive smut? if you squint, ft. hungover & dramatic blonde Hyunjin

Wc: 811 words

AN: This one does make us giggle haha, ENJOY! - Y2K

Y/N leans casually against the doorframe of her bedroom. The room was cluttered as usual, but with a few new articles of clothing that didn’t belong to her, but to her knocked-out boyfriend a few feet away. After a long night of drinking with their friends, Hyunjin could barely walk in a straight like, let alone walk himself all the way to the dorms, instead, he opted to go home with his favorite muse as he calls her.

Bangchan did little to object, already having his hands full with the six other drunken guys he’d have to get home. The pair made it back to her apartment by luck alone. Hyunjin offered no help at all while Y/N did her best to lead him up the stairs and through her front door, only offering a countless number of affectionate coos, with a dopey smile across his face. 

She had woken up pretty early seeing as she didn’t drink nearly as much as the others. Instead, opting to be a loving girlfriend and make him a nice meal for his hangover, and prepare some medication for the headache he’ll be bound to have as soon as he wakes up.

She watches as Hyunjin’s sweet face begins to frown in his sleep, his hand reaching out to the spot where Y/N laid not long ago, finding it empty. Her face grows a smile of amusement as Hyunjin’s eyes creep open, instantly searching for his girlfriend. 

      “Y/N-ah!” He groans out. His morning voice was hoarse from all the yelling he’d done last night, and definitely dry from the way he was snoring in his sleep.

      “You’re quite loud for someone who’s supposed to have a killer hangover.” She pipes up, Hyunjin’s eyes dart to her place at the door instantly. 

At the mention of a hangover, his hand smacks his forehead, letting his body fall back onto the covers. “Remind me never to drink again.”

Y/N only laughs in response. “I made you breakfast Mr. Drama Queen. Put some clothes on and meet me in the kitchen.”

As she plates his breakfast, she hears the slight padding of his slippers a few moments later. Hyunjin, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt he left over, sits at the bar as Y/N sets his food in front of him. His blonde hair sticks up in different directions as he suppresses another yawn from his lips.

      “Here, take this before you eat.” She gives him a bottle of headache medicine and a glass of water.

      “Ah, you’re an angel!” He says, taking it immediately.

      “I also got you a coffee, figured it couldn’t possibly make your hangover worse. She brings out the two americanos that she’d bought earlier from the fridge, placing them in front of him. 

      “I don’t think ‘I love you’ can even describe how you make me feel.” He says his words casually as his sleepy eyes watch the girl in front of him. 

She does nothing but smile in return. Rounding the counter to stand next to him, his hand instantly wraps around her waist as she rests her own arms on his shoulders. 

      “You always get so mushy when you’re hungover, Hyunnie.” Y/N’s fingers softly move the stray pieces of blonde hair out of his face as Hyunjin’s eyes never leave her face.

      “Can’t help it when you’re always around to take care of me.” He shrugs, returning her smile.

      “Okay Charmer, I’m gonna go hop in the shower while you eat. Then we can head back to your dorm. Be quick though, Felix said he’s making brownies and I want to get them while they’re still warm.” Y/N smiles at the thought of her friend's treats while untangling herself from her partners' arms, and heading in the direction of her bedroom. Hyunjin’s eyes follow her body as she retreats when he’s struck with an idea. 

      “If I finish quickly, can I join you?” He smirks while taking a huge piece of his breakfast into his mouth.

Y/n turns to glare at him, and he returns it with a smile of his own as she retreats into the bedroom. 

      “That’s not a no!” He yells out, before quickly taking a few more massive mouthfuls. 

While still chewing, he gathers all his dishes and places them in the sink, doing an embarrassing job of rinsing them. He takes a sip of his coffee, then bolts to her bedroom, stripping along the way.

      “Oh my god!” Y/N laughs out loud.

Hyunjin stands in the doorway of the bathroom out of breath, with one of his ankles stuck in the end of his sweats.

      “Hyunnie, slow down before you hurt yourself!” She laughs out again, watching him struggle through the clear part of her shower curtain.

      “And miss out on helping you lather? never.”

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#y2kstories #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #straykids #skz fluff #skz recs

[stirthewaters]

Can you make a “ You Miss Her “ Part two please? tysm🤍

You Miss Her Pt. 2

SUMMARY: A couple of days after your falling out with Wednesday, you receive news of a 'Werewolf Crisis' in Enid's dorm, and go to check it out.

WARNINGS: Angst. Slightly less than the first part, but still angst nonetheless. There is some fluff at the end tho :)

A/N: Send in those requests, homies! I loved this series and would enjoy some more opportunities to work on writing angst.

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And you were right. You were imagining things. But when the voice fades into the crackling of leaves, you realize that something is coming towards you. Standing and wiping your face, you turn to see Thing scuttling towards you, something scribbled on his palm.

The disembodied hand leaps onto your thigh, showing his palm to you so that you can see the message scrawled onto it;

'WEREWOLF CRISIS; please come! Urgent!! -Enid.'

Emotions mixed, you look at Thing.

"Are you sure she's having a crisis?"

The hand signs frantically, and you sigh, nodding your head.

"All right, I'm coming. But only for Enid."

You follow the surprisingly fast hand back to the academy and into Ophelia Hall. Realizing suddenly that Wednesday might be inside, you stop suddenly, and turn to look at Thing.

"Thing, is Wednesday in there?"

Thing signs no.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief, and open the door, walking in.

Immediately you realize that something's off. Enid is nowhere to be found, and Wednesday is standing on the other side of the room, facing a board covered in pictures of gory body parts.

Letting out a hiss of air from in between your teeth, you realize that this was a trick, you turn to exit the room, but Thing has locked the door, and scuttled off with the key.

"Thing! You stupid piece of--" You groan, kicking the door.

Wednesday turns to face you. Her deadpan expression is only slightly varied by her lifted eyebrows and you can see a flash of guilt in her eye.

"Y/N..." she starts, striding towards you.

"I-" immediately you start backing away. Conflict has never been your strong suit. Heck the one time you were forced into conflict back in seventh grade, you almost started bawling.

And part of you is scared. Scared to talk to her because you're scared as hell that she'll say those words again.

"We need to talk." Wednesday says, studying you. She stands opposite you, clearly keeping her distance because she can tell that you're nervous.

For the past couple of days, Wednesday has felt like hell too. As soon as you left the dorm room, she wanted to kick herself. She knew that she had been having a bad day, but that was no reason to lash out at you, especially when you were just trying to help.

And every time she saw you in the halls, Wednesday felt her hurtful words ringing in the back of her head, and she felt an emotion that she didn't feel often; guilt.

For the past few days, Enid had been trying to convince Wednesday to talk to you; but Wednesday shrugged off her attempts, since every time she had tried to approach you, you had made some lame excuse that you had to grab something from your dorm, or that you were late for a class that wasn't even happening.

And even though she wouldn't admit it; she was worried, because, observant as ever, she could tell that her words had struck deep. Your bubbly personality seemed to have disappeared instantly.

And that tiny emotion of guilt continued to keep a hold on her day and night, and she didn't like it one bit.

So now that you're standing here, facing her, that small voice of guilt is starting to speak louder and louder.

"We need to talk," Wednesday repeats.

You look at her, and then back at the door. There's nowhere to go. You slowly slump against the door, sinking onto the floor in defeat.

"Five minutes. And if Thing doesn't come back here in those five minutes, I'll strangle him," you say, not looking at her.

Wednesday hesitates for a second. She's never been good at apologies, nor using her words to express how she's feeling; you've made her feel things that she does not want to feel but if she doesn't admit them, then she might lose you for good.

"I--I wanted to apologize," she begins, clearing her throat. "What I said was-uncalled for and rude, and you didn't deserve it, nor is it true. I never wished to make you upset."

You look up at her, tears glistening in your eyes.

"Wednesday...what you said hurt."

Wednesday inhales, realizing that her suspicions were right. "You know what I said wasn't true."

You don't say anything, wiping the tears from your eyes; you don't want to see her crying now.

"Please forgive me," Wednesday realized that she was close to begging; something that she would never do unless in an emergency. "Y/N...the way you make me feel is indescribable. You do...you do mean something to me."

You look up at her. Her deadpan expression is slightly crumpled; and her eyes are a bit glossy.

"If...if you say something like that ever again...I won't be giving you a second chance." You mumble, letting out a small sigh of relief and exhaustion. You go to stand, but you suddenly sway dizzily; clearly the fact that you haven't been sleeping or eating has done something to you.

Wednesday approaches now, and she offers you her hand, which, blushing, you take. When you stand, your face is inches from hers.

"You're tired and hungry," she observes, quirking an eyebrow at you. "I assume that I'm the reason for this." You don't say anything.

"Y/N, I truly am sorry. I did not mean one word of what I said to you, nor was it true," Wednesday says, taking her hand to gently tilt your face upwards to meet her gaze. You feel your heart beginning to pound. "Forgive me."

You nod. You want to hug her; but you know that she isn't one for touch so you hold your hand awkwardly out for her to shake.

She raises an eyebrow at you with a bit of a smirk.

"I know just as well as you that you want a hug right now," she deadpans. With a sigh, she holds open her arms; she won't admit it but she knows that you do give some pretty good hugs.

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[vypresuh]

stupor | bb

summary: After a long night of drinking, you wake up in your apartment building with a hangover and a surprising new bed buddy.

pairings: best friend!bucky x fem!reader

tags: fluffy fluff fluffers 𐑺

[READ PART 2 HERE!!!!]

author's note: hi it's been so long! i'm sorry for my absence things have gotten so crazy in my life, but i really want to try and get back into the swing of things here and do what i love again, so i wanted to start with something quick but cute all around! enjoy <33

word count : 727

A storm began to brew outside. Droplets of rain fell in pattern against the windows— pelting the sides of the building harshly and awoke you from your slumber. You were not granted the pleasure of waking up easily as your brain suddenly began to throb harshly against your skull. You sat up onto your side, wincing from the pain before pressing your hand on to the side of your head with the hope of lessening the damage, but to no avail. You surrendered back to the comfort the bed provided you and rested your head on the pillow, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

It was so quiet here. So peaceful. As bad as the storm outside was getting, it still brought you some comfort, almost being solely responsible for your drifting back into unconsciousness. You shut your eyes, and grasped onto the warm blanket that was thrown overtop of your body, lifting the hefty fabric to reach your midsection.

While your hand still clutched onto the blanket, realisation hit you at that moment. The blanket had no softness to it. It wasn't plushy nor was it fully covering you at all. You glanced down and noticed that the blanket wasn't a blanket at all, but a human arm draped across you. A shiver traveling up your spine and cleansing you of your headache almost instantly with the thought of what could have happened. There’s somebody in your bed… sleeping with you… in your bed. Shit.. Could you have been that drunk to bring somebody home with you? How could you be so reckless?

You were almost deathly afraid to even look over at who it possibly could be, but curiosity struck you. Careful to not make any more sudden movements to alert them, you slowly turned your head to peek only to have your heart drop even further into your stomach. A topless man with messy brown hair peacefully slept next to you. A man you recognized— your best friend, Bucky was laying beside you with his arm strung across your body, almost pulling you into him– using you as his personal pillow. You looked away instantly as if he were to catch you. Your heart pounding in the cage of your chest as you returned your gaze back to the ceiling. You weren't too sure who you were praying to, but you could only hope that nothing happened last night between you.

Not that it would be the worst thing, but you didn't even remember how he got here more or less if anything happened.

You know you went a little overboard last night, but were you truly THAT wild that you would try something with him? It was hard to pinpoint if you were embarrassed because you could have said anything to him while drunk, proud of yourself for being so brave, or scared that he would wake up just as confused as you.

Bucky moved slightly and you froze. He changed the position of his head to rest on your chest, and you immediately felt a fire being lit underneath you, sending a wave of heat through your body. His thick arm almost completely engulfed you, sliding underneath your back and hugging you. He then settled in this position and continued to snore softly on top of you. You weren't sure what to do or how to feel even in this moment. The two of you were close, but never on a physical level– it confused you more to see a man like him be so soft in his sleep.

It was… cute.

It wasn't a word you would use to ever describe Bucky to his face, but when he wasn't being such a pain in your ass, he was indeed cute.

You looked down at him again, seeing how strands of his hair crumpled into his face and smiled. Hesitantly, you pushed your fingertips gently across his forehead removing the bothersome strand entirely. Your fingers dove into his scalp and you began to play with his hair, finding an odd sense of comfort in this moment. You rested your head against his and relaxed into him, shutting your own eyes in turn and drifting away into slumber once more, a smile woven into your features.

And faintly, before you completely lost consciousness , you could feel Bucky’s face warm on your chest as well, leaving you with a carving of his smile.

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[spiralgirlblu]

Infection

When Janice got home Thursday night after a nine hour day at work, she was surprised to see two other cars in his driveway, as only her husband should be there. She grabbed her work bag and went inside, expecting their normal Thursday night couples dinner night. She had chosen tortellini alfredo for her meal this week, which is her favorite meal, and she had been very excited about her husband’s cooking, since she normally made them dinner.

It was also a big surprise to her when she walked inside and there was no smell of cooking roaming through the house, the table was not set, and her husband was nowhere in sight. She wandered through the first floor and there was no sign of Jeff. She checked the basement to the same result. As she went upstairs to check their bedroom, she was very curious where her husband could be.

As she opened her bedroom door, she was met with a sight that truly scared her. Her husband was fully clothed between another woman's legs who she had never met. She stopped herself from fainting just in time, then yelling “Jeffery, what the fuck?!”

Her husband seemed completely uninterested in her, keeping his head buried in the mystery slut’s cunt. 

Then the woman who was dominating her husband's attention spoke to me. “Don’t be too upset with your Jeff, Janice. He didn't choose to be my obedient servant. No, I just have something of a disease… power…virus… curse? whatever it is. Although… he did cheat on you, and you're not going to like who it was with either.”

Janice was in tears, anger seething, shown vividly by her expression. “Jeff.. didn't… No… what’d you do to him?! He’s not right.” Her hands balled into fists, a bad answer sure to set her off onto a physical rampage.

 The woman smiled, moaning before continuing. “Well it's not what I did to him, it's what I did to your next door neighbors. Sweet little Erica had gotten her husband's permission to try sleeping with another woman since she hadn’t yet in her life. Well lets just say…”

Janice cut her off. “Enough out of you bitch. If I have to kill you to make you stop I will.” And with that, she lunged at the intruder. 

Just before she got close to the two, she heard her enemy say the words that struck fear into her soul: “Mistress Delaney’s Slut.” Janice instantly ground to a pace like she was going through molasses. The only thing that kept her awake and standing was her heated passion, slowly pushing forward.

“Wow, a strong one. Stop, Jeff. We have something more interesting.” the naked woman walked up to her slowed thrall and started to feel her up. “Still fighting huh? This is new, maybe Jeff couldn’t program you right. I’ll have to punish him for that. Earth to Jan, can ya hear me, slut?”

“Yes…… you…… bitch…” she responded, still trying to fight off the foreign feeling of being stuck and not moving freely.

“FREEZE Janice!” Instantly her body got locked in place below the neck, like all the molasses around her froze and she was stuck still inside of it. “Aw, there she is. Got that one right. Let me tell you how my… infection works. Anyone I have sex with, when I cum the first time, their brain goes completely numb and it's ready to be programmed. But the best part is, I figured out all my cum slaves share my infection, and can program whoever they fuck too.”

Janice was more than just stuck in place, she was now also frozen in fear. If what this bitch- Delaney- was saying was true, how many people was she in control of.

“Hey Jeff, bend your wife over the bed and fuck her while we talk. Don't cum til I say honey.” Delaney snapped her fingers, and Jeff snapped into place immediately.

“Yes, my love.” Jeff grabbed his wife by the hair and threw her down, draped over the very bed he fucked her on last night. He ripped her pants apart and quickly started pounding her.

In Janice’s sexual daze, she vaguely heard Delaney talking to her. “I’ll save you the whole story. So I had sex with your neighbor and programmed her that day, and then when she had sex with her husband, more of the same. I had them become the swingers of the block, slowly infecting the rest of your neighbors into more and more of my sex slaves. I only had your house and one more left before yesterday.”

Janice had heard everything her lover… her assailant had said to her, and a part of her was scared of what she had heard already. Unfortunately, that part of her had no control over her body, and was completely covered by the sex crazed demon inside of her.

“Your husband realized and wanted to be their little sex pet of the night, too bad my virus broke him completely. Who knew that two of my infectedss’ cum would melt someone’s brain that thoroughly. Well then he took you last night, I’m just here to finish the job. Fun right?” She giggled, rubbing herself inches from her face. “If you’re ready to give in, give my pussy a lick.”

It didn’t even take Janice a second to take to licking her lover’s slit. Then she heard another set of important words from above her. “Jeff, cum!” And the second her husband unloaded his jizz into her, her world started to fade to black. Right before she went fully out, she heard her lover-Miss Delaney- say “Now let’s see what you two can do about finishing the block for me.”

#spiralgirl #spiralgirlstories

[skzdreamz]

Birthday Sex - Seo Changbin

pairing: dom!Changbin x fem!reader warnings: alcohol consumption, pet names, oral receiving (reader) word count: 1.5K

a/n: I’m so sorry for keeping you guys waiting :( my school deadlines are killing me and I was too tired to finish this along with my other SEVEN drafts I’m still working on💔 but I’ll try my best to publish them as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy this one in the meantime

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you and Changbin have been gym buddies ever since you came up to him to ask him for help. he was just doing his basic routine when you noticed him. you were starting your gym journey and had no idea where to begin. what better way to find out than walking up to this buff and handsome man?

after a long period of time of him being your personal trainer, you started to hang out besides the gym as well. you really liked his personality. you found out he was actually very bubbly and loves being all cuddly and sweet to the people he cares about most.

even though you got used to him being so touchy with you the whole day, something was different today. he was even more eager to help you with your squats today. he held you by your hips for support, even though you both know that you don’t really need that. he insisted on helping you, so you didn’t even try to fight it.

you were almost done with your last set of squats when you felt his hand slip to your ass. his fingers touching your cheeks softly. you didn’t really think much of it, since he was just trying to help you. but when he rests his hands on your ass, with no plan of moving his hands, you couldn’t help but think about all the things he could do to you with those hands.

even though Changbin was always so friendly to you, you couldn’t help thinking of him in a not so friendly way. he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and his personality makes it even harder to not fall for him. you try to shake off the thoughts. after you finish your last reps, you turn around to face him and you’re faced with his dark eyes.

you feel your panties already starting to get embarrassingly wet and you can’t help but rub the thighs together. you immediately see his eyes travel down to your legs as you do so, embarrassment washing over you instantly. you look at the ground and fidget with your fingers trying to come up with something to say, but he beat you to it.

“no need to get all shy now baby” he smirks. you look at him and regret it instantly. his dark eyes piercing into your shy ones. your usually outgoing persona flew out the door to moment you met his eyes.

he takes a step forward, his face inching closer to yours. you hold your breath, too scared to even breathe his air. you turn your head in embarrassment, but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. he brings his face even closer. lips barely touching, as he whispers “I think workout time here is done”

he let’s go of your chin and starts walking away to grab his stuff. you can’t believe what just happened. still struck by the moment you stand there with your eyes wide open. you watch as he finishes packing his stuff and getting ready to get out of the gym. “see you tomorrow for your birthday?” he winks at you.

you can only nod at him. you stand there for a few more minutes, processing what had just happened. were you hallucinating or did he just try to make a move on you. you shake off the thought and tell yourself to not overthink it too much. Changbin has an outgoing personality and loves to tease you, so it’s probably nothing.

~

the next day you’re getting ready for your birthday party. you invited some friends over at your place to celebrate. everyone seems to be enjoying their times after arriving at your place. you’re happy to see everyone having fun.

you walk to the kitchen to get another drink. as you were about to pour the vodka in your cup, you get startled by a voice calling your name, making you spill the vodka on your dress. you turn around and see Changbin walking up to you. “sorry I didn’t mean to scare you birthday girl” he chuckles as he grabs some tissues to clean you up.

flashbacks of your little moment at the gym are coming back to you when you feel him wiping away the alcohol on your dress. “I think I just need to change into something else”. as you turn around, he grabs your wrist. “no we’ll fix it, let me help you with that”. you give him a quick nod assuring him it’s fine to follow you to the bathroom.

as soon as you’re both in the bathroom he locks the door. you’re too focused on getting the stain out of your dress to notice him walking towards you. he takes your hand in his. you look up at him with a confused look on your face. “you’re so pretty you know that?” he smiles at you. you don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, but your whole body starts feeling warm and tingly after hearing him say that.

he brings his free hand to your cheek, softly caressing it. “can I give you a present?” he asks, his gaze on your lips. you feel your cheeks burning up even more. “y-yeah.. sure, don’t you want to give it to me downstairs? I think my friends would like to see all the presents as well” you chuckle nervously. “I don’t think they’d want to see this one” he smirks.

his words shoot right down to your core, making you rub your thighs together. he steps impossibly closer to you, his mouth right by your ear. “I’m going to touch you now, you don’t mind, right?” you hear the smirk in his voice. you grab his face bringing his lips closer to yours. “please”

he wastes no time picking you up and putting you on the sink. he kisses you passionately before traveling down to your jaw and your neck. his kisses are gentle, but the lust is evident. you reach for the hem of his shirt, signaling him to take it off. he brings his face back to yours. “you want it off?” you nod shyly.

“I would make you work for it, but that’s for another day” he lifts you off of the sink, putting you back on your feet. “strip for me” you immediately take off your dress and panties leaving you butt naked in front of him. you feel relieved that you have a bit of alcohol in your system. you were sure you would feel embarrassed standing there naked while he’s still fully clothed.

“you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this” he caresses your waist, admiring your whole body. you smile like an idiot hearing those words from him. he gives you a few more kisses before picking you up again. you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you.

he backs you up against the wall. his now hard cock rubbing against your naked cunt. all you can hear is heavy breathing and groans from both you and him. you don’t have to worry about people hearing you, because of the loud music coming from the living room. and you couldn’t be more thankful, because the groans that are slipping past his lips are the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

you bring your hand down to your cunt, wanting to rub some circles on your clit to relieve the frustration growing in your body. Changbin notices your hand going down and immediately pulls away from your lips. “come on now baby girl..” he says as he let’s his eyes wander down to your hand that’s now covering your cunt. “.. that’s what I’m here for” he smirks.

he puts you back down on your feet. “hold onto me, yeah?” you nod, excitement rushing through your whole body. he starts kissing your neck and traveling down your body. he stops just at your hip. Changbin looks up at you, trying to search for any discomfort. he takes it as a sign to continue once he feels your hand reaching for his locks. he grins and immediately plunges his tongue in your cunts.

his tongue is lapping up all of your juices, making you moan out loud. you mentally thank yourself for putting on some loud music for your friends. the grip on Changbin’s hair is getting tighter and tighter the harsher he starts sucking on your clit. your hand pulling on his hair makes him groans into your cunt.

you feel your high approaching quickly and you’re sure your legs would’ve given up on you if Changbin’s strong arms weren’t wrapped around your thighs. your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm ripping through your whole body. he guides you through your orgasm, stroking your thighs sweetly.

you don’t even notice Changbin now standing in front of you again. your eyes still closed due to the intense orgasm. he strokes your cheek softly making you open your eyes. you’re met with his loving gaze and you can’t help but connect your lips against his for the nth time that night. time seemed to stand still kissing him so sweetly and being engulfed into his big arms. you’ve never felt this safe.

after what felt like forever, you separate your lips from his. placing your hands on both his cheeks and giving him a quick peck on his nose. he scrunches his nose and flashes you his bright smile that soon changes into a grin.

“there’s another present in your bedroom, wanna check it out?”

~

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[luvmake]

❝RIVALS-TO-LOVERS IN A MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING ACADEMY❞

requested by: @habibaxdd

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— "That was pretty good." "You? Giving me a compliment? Oh, you've really lost it now."

— A winning over B and, subsequently, rubbing it into their face. A gets all up in B's personal space just to rile them up because A enjoys the sight of B blushing because of them.

— "Funny how you're always getting floored." "Funny how you haven't won a single match in the past month."

— Intimate moment where A needs help with a certain move, and B says, "Sure, I guess an amateur like you does need help." But then they both end up really close, and B feels like they're getting lost in A's eyes. They're both blushing, all caught up in the moment, and then immediately pull away in disgust when they realize.

— "Your stance is weak, and your reaction time is absolute trash." "Excellent pep talk, as always."

— "Wow, your form just gets worse and worse every day." "And you just get more and more insufferable."

— Lots of insults to cover up the slow growth of certain emotions.

— Moment where A gets struck down pretty badly, and B almost instantly runs over while frantically asking if A is alright. A reassures B they're fine and tries to brush them off because A doesn't want to rely whatsoever on B. However, B insists on taking them to the infirmary.

— "You idiot! You could have gotten seriously injured!" "And what do you care?"

— A saying something really hurtful in the heat of the moment which leads to B running off because it really hit a nerve. A is left heartbroken, but they don't understand why...they hate B, don't they?

— A and B get paired to train together, and it gets intense between them, trying to assert who's better than the other. A pins B down, and it's in that moment where they're so close that time stops. Right then and there, they realize all that hate has bloomed into something else.

— It will take ages for them to admit they like each other. Transitioning from once competing and spewing hateful words to suddenly realizing they have underlying feelings is a slow process.

— "You're so pretty like this." "Did I strike your head too hard or...?"

— "Do you want to be my partner?" "For training today?" "Yeah...that's what I meant."

— One of them is truly the most reluctant to admit their feelings, but they do eventually, and then they start dating. The whole academy is flabbergasted because how A and B went from wanting to rip each other's heads off to holding hands in public is beyond their understanding. Even the teacher is befuddled, but the teacher most definitely knew something was brewing between them.

— "I want to kiss you so bad right now." "Right after you shower first."

— "Do you still think my stance is weak?" "Yeah, but that's what I'm here for."

— A kissing B out of the blue to which B says, "What was that for?" and A replies, "At least your reaction time is getting better." For this, A gets a good nudge from B.

— Practicing together while bantering playfully. A would say, "You're taking this seriously, huh?" To which B replies, "You know I don't like to lose, love." while smirking.

— "You've got a bruise on your knee..." "Yeah, wanna kiss it better?"

— "C almost kicked me in the mouth today during practice." "I would still love you, teeth or no teeth."

– In general, they're such playful lovers.

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[wonjns]

What petnames dyt each skz member would give us? I’m writing another story but I can’t think of anything & im crying over it 😍

° Nicknames Stray Kids Would Call Their Boyfriends

° skz x male reader

° wasn’t sure if you wanted nsfw or not so both fluff & suggestive themes included ! <3

...

♡ chan

he’s such a hopeless romantic

the main nickname i see him using is darling.

it’s classic & cute,, and sounds adorable in his accent. but he truly calls you about every name in the book; beloved, baby, honey, sweetie... ugh so cheesy but endearing.

but pls he loves to use these on you when he’s encouraging you (during both family friendly and not-so-innocent times).

“there you go darling, you’re doing great.”

“attaboy, i’m so proud of you darling. that’s my baby.”

...

♡ minho

please. i have the strongest feeling he would call you things just to watch you blush.

especially his timing. his petnames would most often come during intimate, steamy moments.

both in and out of bed he would call you sexy, or prince, but mostly whenever he wants to rile you up.

“hey sexy, can you come take a picture for me real quick?”

“what’s wrong, prince? can’t take anymore?”

just so casual and shameless, even around the members. it makes you facepalm but also flustered, and that’s what he loves to see.

...

♡ changbin

he would find you so so cute, even when writhing under him so expect cute-ish nicknames.

instantly sways towards baby boy, especially when you’re adorably sulking over something you want, beaming at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“what’s the matter baby boy? god you’re so cute.” he’d mumble while squishing your cheeks between his strong palms.

he’s also into the whole teasing, second person reference type thing.

“does my baby boy need something?” with a small smirk blooming on his face.

...

♡ hyunjin

hyunjin gives me two vibes; he seems like the type to be personal, or the type to having teasing names. or just both.

he’d form nicknames for you based on personal experiences. like if he was utterly awe-struck at your features (spoiler: he is), then you can expect to be his pretty boy. immediately. constant reminder of how infatuated he is with you.

“ah, there’s my pretty boy. come give me a kiss rn.”

but also if you’re the clumsy type, prepared to be called dopey / silly / goofy... god it’d be unbearable, especially during heated moments when you’re too turned on to argue back.

“awh, my little dopey really needs my cock right now, hm? what a silly boy.”

he’s also another shameless one, never hesitating to out you of your little inside jokes around people.

...

♡ jisung

what a guy :’) 

he’s a classic, babe or baby sufficing enough for him.

but the main reason this nickname gets you weak are the ways he says them.

if he ever wanted something, the petname is immediately followed up with soft touches and nudges, him sporting his most adorable glance. the literal sparkles in his eyes irresistible.

“baby, i know you’re busy but let me take you to the beach this weekend. please 🥺” (shirtless han? yes pls)

but the duality of someone like jisung’s is petrifying. if he wants a different type of attention, it’s a full 180.

“go to the bedroom, babe. you have 5 minutes to get ready for me.” like omfg.

...

♡ felix

oh felix. he’s a charmer.

another one to make you wobbly in the knees from the simplest words.

with a voice like that?? it wouldn’t take much. so when his deep voice rumbled his reference to you as love, that was all it took.

“love, come sit. i want to talk to you.” he’d speak softly, patting his thighs.

he’s endearing with it but it was still enough to turn your legs to jello. and best believe you’re sat.

so God help you the days you feel testy. felix always treats his boyfriend like a fragile cloud, but wouldn’t hesitate to ground you back to earth.

“woah, love. i’d choose my words more carefully if i were you. now open up.”

...

♡ seungmin

he’s pretty soft with his bf. sassy, but soft.

precious just sounds so natural coming from his lips. because that’s what you are to him, his prized jewel :(

“good morning, precious.” with kisses to your forehead.

idk why it’s so difficult for me to imagine hard hours with him, but he definitely has his moments.

“shit, yes, just like that. keep going babe.” with a moan. “so dirty... what happened to my precious boy?”

...

♡ jeongin

innie<33

he may be the youngest, but is also so devious. with a cute ass face like that but also able to switch into some dom aura on a dime - yea he’s dangerous.

his nicknames would def have double purpose, like my cutie.

“ahh, i’ve missed you, my cutie. thanks for coming today.” while doting on you, rubbing his gentle thumbs over your cheeks and hands.

he’d insist you were more adorable than him, but whether that was true or not, what really mattered was the possessiveness. you were his cutie.

this came to show even when you were short circuiting, watching his newfound abs flex while he hovered above you.

“look at my cutie, can’t even use his words anymore. cmon, tell me you want me.”

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[avatarkv]

The inches in between us. (Exile)

After you have finally escaped the brutality of Quaritch, your feet wandered carelessly to Eywa-knows where. With no clan to return to, you will never guess where you end up at— the root of it all.

“How could I have brought war back to you if it never left the first place? Do not put the blame on me, oh great mighty warrior, I have already been long shouldering my clan’s battle cries— you have no idea.” (second part)

Content and warnings: Jake Sully x Reader! Age gap (reader is in her 20s while jake is mid 30s.) Mention of violence. no neytiri, she dead here yall. think this part has 3.3k words!!!

“You asked for me, sa’nok?” You entered the tent that held medicine and all sorts of cure. You slowly stride inside, careful not to break any glass or to step on important plants and such. 

You see her mushing herbs on the corner, her eyebrows knitted together in complete focus— always the overworking Tsahik. You walk towards her, letting your presence known with a soft nudge. She greets you with a smile, urging you to sit beside her. 

“As you already know, you are at the age of..” Your mother takes a deep breath, not even bothering to look at your already annoyed expression. “finding a mate—“ 

“Oh Eywa, not this again.” You rolled your eyes, removing her hand from your thigh.  

“Give this man a chance, my sweet child.” She coos, stroking your back in soothing circles. You take in the moment to feel her calloused hands on your skin— the comfort of a mother. “Forgive and you will find love.” 

—

Your eyes open to an unfamiliar ceiling, worry immediately churning your stomach. You were unable to move; fatigue and stiffness immediately overtaking your senses. It was almost unbearable, if not for the healing pastes and cure. The hurt that struck your entirety had also been a reminder to where you were at the moment. 

You stood unsteadily, trying to carefully stretch the pain out from your joints. If it was your mother who had healed you, you’d immediately meet a slap on the forehead for moving already— but she wasn’t here and you were nowhere near your home. 

The flap from the hut opens, revealing Neteyam. He greets you with a swift nod and you reply with the usual gesture. “My father lends you these,” He extends the clothes from his hands and you take it hesitantly. “He waits for you near training quarters. Ask any of the people here and they will take you there.”

The cloth was woven delicately; the few beads attached glimmered under the morning’s light, almost as if it asked me to handle it with absolute care. Surely, this was someone else’s— unless the people here were fast on their hands, but it was unlikely. The loincloth was a simple brown with distinguishable accents, one of the few patterns that the Omatikaya wear.  

“Is it not to your liking?” He interrupted, stepping forward and reaching for the clothes. Your head instantly raised to meet his eyes, only to realize his gaze stayed on the garments on your hands. A minute or so might’ve passed while examining it. “I can ask for another—“ 

You immediately shook your head, “I was simply admiring it. Irayo, Neteyam.” 

He was hesitant, you’ve realized; his lips would open, only to shut it close again. Neteyam’s face contorts into frustration, sharply turning his head to where he entered earlier with a sigh. “Whatever purpose you serve here, it better be for good. We’ve long washed our hands from war.”

You were beyond confused and before you could even ask, he hurriedly exited the hut. There’s a sharp pang of hurt rapidly growing on your chest— seizing what’s left of it to feel and crushing the already scattered pieces to fine dust. You couldn’t blame him anyway; you appeared to him in distress, bloodied and hurt. On top of that, you didn’t have the chance to introduce yourself properly. You came barging in without any explanation and they accepted you nonetheless. 

It was conflicting. You wanted to be mad at them— cause a wildfire and let them watch as everything becomes ash to nothing. An eye for an eye.

– 

The people took you there, as said by Neteyam. There stood the Toruk Makto discussing with another warrior, but as you walked towards them, you were greeted with the unfamiliar apparel worn by the other. You were alarmed at the avatar standing alongside Jake Sully and you immediately changed your stance into a defensive one. You hissed as you drew out your bow.

“Mawey, mawey!” Jake approached you with both hands up as his friend cowered on the corner. You bared your teeth as he acted as a barrier between you two. “This is Norm—“ 

“Demon!”

“‘eylan, he means no harm.” He gently lowered your weapon, yet your gaze never faltered. Jake nudged you, tilting his head to Norm while whispering a ‘come on, tell him your name.’ 

“__ te Kuweyi Ralì'ite” You snarled as he sheepishly waved in return. 

The three of you gathered further in the quarters. Jake had urged you to explain; to tell them your side of story— and you did, though inside you were terribly conflicted. You told them the whereabouts of your clan while they ruled out possibilities of where the enemies could be. Begrudgingly, you told them of their lab. You remembered being carried there within the night it happened— they must have been near. 

Norm had decided to investigate that very area. If it was a huge lab, then there was no reason for them to abandon it carelessly. It didn’t matter if Quaritch wouldn’t be present, but as long as there were crumbs to follow or even a few dream walkers to interrogate, it would be enough. Jake approved the plan, although hesitantly, he couldn’t risk the safety of his clan anymore. 

The whole time, Jake kept stealing glances. He stared in a scrutinizing manner and assessed you carefully. He studied your little actions— how your ears moved according to the emotion you showed, the small snarl you made every time the sky people were mentioned, and the way your head tilts whenever you couldn’t understand. 

You stood there across him and it was like he had known you for a long time. 

“This could be a one way trip as long as there are no stops or rests,” Norm explains, towering the tiny map and tracing the places “but I don’t fancy flying an ikran while it’s already dim out, so we’ll split it to a day and a half.” 

“I lost my Ikran,” Half a lie, again; she might be dead and you would never know. The thought makes you wince, your ears dropping. “Haven’t seen her since I ran away.”

“You’ll ride with Jake,” Norm decides and there was no room for negotiation. He wanted this to be over with, praying that you’re only mistaken— but who would attack as unmerciful as them? 

“You better be right about this, __” Jake’s attention turned to you, “Let’s move out immediately.” 

Being the responsible Olo'eyktan he is, he gathered everyone to announce his sudden departure. You stared at the eager crowd, listening intently to what he had to say. The mention of the sky people’s return faltered the clan, argument immediately roared among everyone. He’ll be back, two days tops— they all arrive at an understanding. The people grab onto him, forming some sort of chain that connected everyone all at once. Jake Sully had unbelievable authority; he knew all too well how to deal with the responsibility everyone had thrusted into him and you admired him in this perspective.  

You and Norm stayed with the Ikran. You watched him cautiously as he made use of the time to tinker around and check. Jake had to be with his children first— explain to them more clearly. It stung him to leave them like this, but Mo’at had assured him countless times that they’d be safe with her. 

His figure appears from the bushes, his eldest son trailing behind. Neteyam gave you a side glance, lowering his head in shame as he remembered the scene he caused earlier.  He couldn’t look you in the eyes— not like this. It made his stomach churn nauseously. 

“You’re in charge Neteyam,” Jake greets his Ikran, caressing it gently. “You know what to do.” His son answers in a swift yes sir, watching as his father mounts Bob. 

He offers you his hand, lifting you with ease off the ground. As you sat behind him, only then did Neteyam finally looked at you. His gaze was menacing— a silent threat. It was impossible to grab onto Jake for leverage, not with his son shooting daggers between your proximity. 

“You might want to hold on,” Jake turns to you,  “It’s been a while since I had someone aboard with Bob.” 

“Bob?” You ask indecorously, “Oh Eywa, save this poor Ikran.” 

— 

“Are we there yet?” You ask for the nth time. You’d be burning in embarrassment, if it wasn’t for the weariness that struck you whole. 

Jake would be a big liar if he said it didn’t bother him how you asked every minute. The way you slipped in and out of consciousness didn’t help either, as he had to hold you securely and nudge you back awake. It caused them to slow down every time and he wasn’t gonna deal with that during the whole flight ahead. With an idea popping just above his head like a lightbulb, he cleared his mind and fastened Bob’s pace.  

“Jake,” You tried to threaten, but the breathiness of your voice did little to scare him off. You grabbed his forearms, scared that you’d fall from the sudden shift in movement increasing by the second. “I pray to Eywa for strength that I do not pluck your eyes out!”

Bob sharply swerved, listening intently to what Jake ordered. He dangerously flew near the deformed terrain, through thick mosses and vines— at this point, you were Jake’s second skin with how close you were gripping onto him; your cheek dug tightly against his back. You could feel his laugh vibrating through his body, his shoulders shaking. 

In front you was two lands connected by thick ropes of plants, an opening right in the middle that you were sure no Ikran could pass through. Jake took that as a sign, lowering his body in thrill. (This man’s arch is crazy)

 “Hold on,” His arm snaked through your waist, pulling you closer if it was any more possible. As much as you wanted to shut your eyes, it remained open in anticipation. This was it, you thought, this was where Eywa will finally finish you off. 

To your surprise, you got through easily, the harsh gravel only scratching parts of your skin. You laugh, almost maniacally— the laugh of pure relief. You hoisted yourself up, kneeling on the Ikran’s back and grabbing onto Jake’s shoulders. You raised your hand, balling it up to a fist with a shout. The adrenaline was clearly washing your drowsiness and it was quickly replaced with a sensation you had dreaded for the very moment you were at the ripe age for training.

Jake was now the one feeling uneasy as he held your thigh down in place, extremely worried— but from his peripheral vision, you burned brightly and he couldn’t help but to admire you like a moth to a flame. The scenery blurred in the background and for a minute, there was peace. 

—

Darkness soon engulfed Pandora’s entirety. You quickly settled in for the night, resting on a cave-like spot— there was water situated near its opening, perfect for needed relief. Jake scouted the area to rid of any possible risk, as both you and Norm helped cozy up the place. Soon, pieces of cloth surrounded the fire and everyone made themselves comfortable. 

There was silence and it wasn’t the one you could rest to. It was the kind of quiet that begged to be filled— for someone to talk. 

“You are the daughter of both Tsahik and Olo'eyktan,” Jake disrupted the silence, his eyes unmoving. You answered with a swift yes, curious to where this conversation will lead. “Then I suppose you are betrothed?” 

You stifle a laughter, covering your already growing smile. You remember the multiple warriors lining up for your hand, but you would turn them down just as eager as they first came. Your freedom was too important to be given up— you disliked being tied down, especially when they only attempt to seduce the title you hold. This was the cause of plenty of misunderstandings between your parents as well, but you couldn’t be bothered to comply. 

“No men could please me.” You simply answered, shaking your head as it hung low with a smug grin. “And you? You already have a handful of kids, doubt there’s no one holding your heart close.” 

Silence enveloped everyone once again and this time, it achingly went by. You gazed at Jake in anticipation, only to see him fidgeting with the loose cloth from your top. 

“Neytiri,” Jake started, his still eyes watching the dancing flame grow higher, “Neytiri was my mate. The first time we met, she almost killed me and right there and then, I knew it was love.” His tone was humorous, but the hurt was unmistakable between every breathy laugh.  

“All energies are borrowed– at some point, you have to give it back. Even,” He palmed his face, sighing deeply. Everything constantly reminded him of her; the date nights, the simple cackle of the fire– you in her goddamn clothes. It’s been years already and Neytiri’s flame never once faltered on the back of his mind. She was there, always ready to visit him in dreams. “Even if they were promised to you.” 

You sat there, ears dropping in condolences. It drove him insane; you were there, almost as if Eywa had sent you for compensation– to be here in her absence. How else would Mo’at let you stay, in guise of the great mother’s will? Why else would Jake let his wife’s belongings be worn by you? 

You sat there and it hurt.

“Eywa holds her dear, Jake.” You hesitantly caressed his fist and he swore right here and then, your touch had caused fire to a part of him long gone. It was there, beating madly– but beating nonetheless. He shuts his eyes, letting the feeling bask in every fiber of his being.

It’s shameless– dancing with the devil. Just days ago, you wanted to wreak havoc; you wanted him gone and all you want now was to cradle him close. It was like the great mother had let you see him in a different light– in a different perspective. Was this her will? You thought, to be devastatingly in love with an already tortured soul?

You shook your head, trying desperately to discard those thoughts out of your mind. You stood up, withdrawing your hand from his. “It’s best if we rest now, we have another day tomorrow.” 

He coughs, averting his gaze and following in suit. Jake only nods, settling beside an already snoring Norm and patting the empty space beside him. You walk towards his tensed figure, laying with your back against his. 

You took a deep breath and tried to sleep. 

–

Norm stared with his mouth agape. Whether you both slept already in that position– he didn’t know. Your back was against Jake’s chest, his arms around you tightly. It sparked a familiar sight, almost of him and Neytiri once after their first defiance. You would stir in your sleep and he’d hold you closer in response– scared you’d leave with even the smallest of gap between your bodies, and yet you two slept soundly. 

It almost pained him to wake Jake up, knowing it had been a while since he had seen him like this, but they were on a mission and he’d be damned if would risk the lives of plenty. Norm gently taps him awake, and in an instant, his eyes shoot open. 

Jake notices almost immediately the proximity you both are in. Heat rushes to his ears as he hurriedly retracts his arm and backs away. This was wrong, this was– this was what he desperately yearned for all the years lost from her absence. 

“Jesus Christ, Norm,” He dismissed the knowing glance from his friend and started nudging you awake. “Get up, we have a long day ahead,” 

You woke up, absolutely confused with how they towered you with heavy gazes. 

After short preparations, you mounted his Ikran again and immediately continued with your journey. This time, there were no detours nor rests. Oddly enough, you could feel how his breath would hitch every time you’d tighten your hold around his waist. It was like you burned his skin every time you’d come close. He was nervous– no, frustrated. This was wrong. You were wrong and he didn’t have the strength in him to push you away. 

Finally, you arrived at a make-shift lab, hidden between the tall trees of Pandora. It already seemed abandoned, however; No signs of any crumbs to pick on nor any life. You hesitantly followed after Jake and Norm, trying your hardest not to come in contact with any of the unfamiliar machineries and gadgets. There was a lump situated on your throat while examining the place.

You’ve been here. You desperately try to recall those agonizing days; how they captured you, brought you here– maneuvered your body, but those memories only come in a distant haze. You can’t remember it– you didn’t want to.

“This place has been long ditched,” The coast was deemed clear and for a minute, you felt relieved. “We came here for nothing.” 

“But it proves something, Jake, they’re here again.” Norm tries to prove a point, grabbing him by the shoulder.

“Exactly! They’re here and we knuckleheads are exploring an already abandoned lab– they could be anywhere already.”

“We could not have known,” You intervene, trying to defuse the tension. “Let’s not waste time and return already.” 

Before any of you could take a step, static interrupts everyone’s movements. He expected the voice of his sons, probably reporting him of another ruckus they caused– however, what followed made his heart leap out of his chest and caused an old flame to rekindle. 

“Can you hear me, Corporal?” A pause, “Yeah, I think you can.” 

“Listen, I have your children. These little rascals could really use some serious discipline– figured they should know better when they’re talking to someone older.” He laughed on the other line. Jake could hear their voices in the background– his children, desperately calling their dear father for help. 

Then for a second, there was Neytiri. Guilt reprimanded him yet again for failing her– for failing everyone. He deprived his children of their mother and he was miles away today from saving them. A father protects– that’s what gives him meaning; however, with the circumstances that stood laughing at his face today, Jake Sully knew he was already a lost man.

“How are you– where,” He wracked his brain for the right words, the deadly situation slowly getting the best of him. He composed himself with a deep inhale,  “Where did you find us?

“Followed someone, you might’ve met her.” It’s a straight strike to the stomach and he could feel his very breath yanked harshly from his chest. Quaritch clicked his tongue, his eyes darted on the blinking red dot on the GPS from where you stood far far away from them. “In fact, she must be busying you right now, huh? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you slacking.” 

In an instant, his eyes turned to you. If looks could kill, his sharp gaze would cut through your throat with ease. You were certain that his teeth would shatter with the way he clenched his jaw. The aura Jake emitted was murderous; the unknown predators that littered the forest was nothing with the Toruk Makto in front of you, ready to pounce– ready to kill.

“You’re a dead man, Quaritch.” A chuckle from the other line. 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

You were done for.

Tags: @totesnothere04 @ladylovegood-69 @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @tsireyassgurl

☆ mauve here! just want to clear a few things up because god damn, this is becoming a bit far from being canon (which actually is, since i’m not following the storyline accordingly) BUT as far as i remember, norm does not own an ikran(??) so for the sake of this series (bear with me) just imagine that he does 😭

this series did not spark joy. i don’t think i did much justice— i’m still really rusty from months of inactivity. this is what i get for putting all my writing on hold

will edit this from time to time, as i do so with my other works because i’m indecisive like that. mauve out >:[

#exile ☆ #mauve writes ☆ #avatar #jake sully x reader #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #jake sully #neteyam sully #quaritch #avatar the way of water

[justjams2003]

Matchmaker

I know I am terribly inactive, but I’ll be postin a lot within next week. If you’d like to interact with me, get a vote on what I write next or just hear my random thoughts, follow me @sloppyzengarden.

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x wife!reader

Summary: Seb is the one who set you and Lewis up, it’s only sensible you honour him somehow.

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnant reader

Word count: 590 words. Unedited

Sebastian has always been there for the two of you. You were a photographer and social media manager for Ferrari when Seb was there back in 2015. You two instantly clicked and people loved to gossip. Though the moment he first talked to you, he knew you and Hamilton would hit it off.  

He was dead right. From the moment he introduced you, you and Lewis were instantly attached at the hip. It was not even 3 months before he asked you out and obviously you said yes. The very next season you moved over to the Mercedes team and you two could spend even more time together.  

Even if you yourself were a social media manager, Lewis did not want you in the public eye. Wanting to protect you from paparazzi. It was rare that Lewis posted pictures of you on his Instagram and while you managed the Mercedes account, you didn’t feel like having your own.  

It was only on very special occasions that he did post you. Like his wedding proposal, your wedding and, of course, his Championship celebration. The people loved you and cherished any opportunity they could find to spot you two together.  

So, when you arrived together to the paddock, with a rounded tummy looking about six months pregnant, it was safe to say people were shocked. Cameras were violently going off and the paparazzi were asking about a million questions at once.  

You were quick to get to the Lewis’ room, not wanting to answer each and every one of them. Though you were stopped by Seb on your way there. “Lewis, Y/N! Just look at how big he’s gotten!” The German man was the only one you told on the grid, but the team does know.  

You chuckle at him, “Just how sure are you it’s a he?” You ask him, still holding Lewis’ hand. He smiles at you; he loves that you two are still so close friends. Especially considering how close he’s gotten with the Sebastion over the years.  

“Lewis agrees with me, yes?” He asks, giving the dark-haired man. Your husbands gives a shrug and places his hand on your swollen belly. “I don’t mind, as long as they’re healthy.” He gives you a kiss at that moment, but a simple peck.  

Luckily for you, the baby came in the winter, born the 5th of December. Also lucky for you, the birth was smooth and went quick. It’s a little boy, with the cutest curly black hair and a little button nose. You both were head over heels over this little babe.  

“Y/N, just look at how cute they are!” Hannah calls out, coming in the room right as you are holding the little one. Seb seems entirely awe struck. Seeing one of his best-friends hold the hand of his very own child.  

Lewis goes over and gives him a hug, “I’m a dad, man,” Your husband hasn’t stopped smiling since you both heard your baby’s first cries. Telling anyone he can about his child. You call over the blonde man and gently hand him the babe.  

The love of your life nods at you, almost immediately wanting to tell Seb the surprise. You smile, “Hannah, Seb, we’d like you to meet Amory Sebastion Hamilton.” At that moment, little Amory lets out a giggle grabbing his papa’s finger.  

Seb looks entirely shocked and enamoured, struggling to keep the tears from flowing. “Really?” He turns to Lewis just to make sure. The world champion nods, his smile growing even wider. “Of course, if it weren’t for you, this little man wouldn’t be here.”  

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #lewis x you #lewis hemilton x reader #lewis hamilton x pregnant!reader #lewis hamilton x wife!reader #sebastian vettel

[weirdmorefics]

Unmasked Chpt 3

Chpt 1 Chpt 2

AO3 Etsy, Youtube

TW- Graphic gore

Taglist- @bunbunbl0gs

AN- Sorry for the delay been without power for a few days due to the insane storm in Maine.

Word Count- 2,386

Spencer drove the van to my aunt's house where I figured out my sister was by texting Dewy. Spencer immediately got into the driver's side without asking me to drive which struck me as odd because I know how much he despises driving. The car was filled with uncomfortable silence I could easily sense Spencer was still upset with me for hiding so much. I wish he would just understand I did this to protect them even though it clearly did not work. I begin to pick at the skin around my nails the old habit that always seems to come back when I am in terrible situations. My nails and skin were already scabbing from me anxiously picking them during the flight and I could easily pick at the old scabs. As I reached to mess with the barely healed wounds Spencer grabbed my hand and placed it in his.

"You really shouldn't pick at those your red blood cells just spent hours scabbing them over. That's a lot of work for the cells to do for you to just carelessly rip them off," he says factually not letting go of my hand.

I smile at him just thankful he's talking to me after the cold shoulder I had been receiving from him.

"My sister is going to be so mad when she sees me," I mutter.

"You are worried about that over the masked killer right now?" Spencer's lip quirks into a slight smirk.

I roll my eyes, "Of course I am but you have not seen the fury of Sidney Prescott especially when you don't listen."

"I am assuming it's similar to your fury, you have quite a temper of your own," he grins and it feels like how we used to be. Before Scratch, Cat Addams, and my true identity came into the picture.

I sigh, "You know I am really sorry for hiding this all from you. I trust you most in the world but I hide my background for the well-being of others. Ghostface targets those closest to you and won't stop till all your loved ones are dead or he's dead."

Spencer's hand grips mine tighter, "I understand why you didn't tell me. I kept secrets too, to protect my mother but you saw where that landed me. We are better when we work together as a team."

I inhale deeply, "I suppose you're right."

I swallow deeply as we pull into the driveway, Spencer reluctantly drops my hand so we can both exit the van. I clench and unclench my fist in preparation to knock on the door. I knock once and hear quick rushing around inside then Dewey greets us at the door gun in hand.

I raise my hands up and so does Spencer, "Chill Dewey, it's just me."

He shifts his gun to Spencer, "Who's the guy?"

"He's another agent at the BAU I trust him with my life," I state.

He lowers his gun, "Yeah, you and Sidney don't have the best track record with that."

"I missed you to," I say bitterly.

Sidney appears at the mention of her name and her eyes widen in surprise, "I told you to do one thing Y/N! Not come back to Woodsboro! What are you doing here?"

"You forget this type of stuff is my job Sid," I mock.

"This is different, and you know it! They don't want to kill a stranger they want to kill you," She shouts.

Spencer chimes in, "Agent L/N is not alone the BAU team is here."

Sidney's eyes narrow on him as if noticing his presence for the first time, "L/N? Oh right, you are still using the fake last name. Do they even know who you are and what you have gotten them into?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Yes, they know... Ghostface called."

Worry instantly coats her face, "He called you! You are alright aren't you?" She instantly starts scanning for any visible injuries.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," I brush off her worry.

"Nice seeing you Y/n, and talking to you Sidney. I have to get back to the station to meet with Y/n's team," Dewey lets us know as he makes his exit as his radio chatters.

"I am going upstairs to check on Jill. She got a call this morning too," Sid sighs.

"I'll come with I haven't seen my cousin since she was a baby," I reminisce.

The silence between me and my sister is defining I am encountering that awkward silence a lot today. We walk upstairs to Jill's room Spencer right behind us and Sid knocks once before entering.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Sid backs out quickly of the doorway and blocks my view.

"No, sorry, he was just leaving. He's my ex, " Jill defends quickly.

"Oh," Sid pauses as we both exchange knowing looks.

"The one and only," the said ex responds. "It's cool to meet you... officially. I keep meaning to pick up a copy of your book but I keep forgetting to... you are much smaller in person."

This guy was really starting to give me the creeps but Sidney just chuckled in response. He climbed out the window without saying another word. It felt like deja vu almost, a reminder of Billy Loomis sneaking into my cool older sister's room through her own window then nearly killing me a few days later.

My heart pounded at the memory and I assume my sister's did too because Jill turned to face us confused by our faces and asked, "What?"

"Nothing. You just... uh remind me of me," Sidney stuttered.

Jill laughed and I interjected, "Lock your windows... please."

"Y/n, I didn't know you were coming?" Noticing my presence.

"Had to keep my baby cousin safe didn't I?" I smile

She smiles back, "You really didn't have to."

"Of course I did! That's what family is for. Get sleep, okay?"

Sidney shuts the door and as we turn around we are jumped by the presence of another officer. Even Spencer did not notice the new cop's presence which makes me suspicious of her immediately.

"Just checking in, making the rounds," She tries to ease our nerves.

"Great. Thanks," Sid responds.

I flash my badge, "Thanks but I've got it covered." Spencer gives me an odd look as I brush the cop off.

"Kinda hard to have it covered when you're one the targets. Don't you think?" Her response made my anxiety increase ten times more than it already was. "You two don't remember me? Do you?"

"Excuse me," Sid jumps in.

"Judy Hicks? We went to high school together. We had the same homeroom and drama club. Y/n you used to be so little Sidney would sneak you into drama rehearsals because you loved Shakespeare. We were in Peterpan together I played a lost boy. Sidney was ...Tiger Lily." She tries to jog our memory failing miserably. I honestly think I blocked out my whole childhood just to forget the trauma but the trauma was the only thing to stay.

Sidney speaks for the both of us, "I'm sorry, that was a long time ago."

"It's okay you two both had a lot going on back then," she says sympathetically.

I feel Spencer's gaze on the back of my head but I don't want to turn around to face him because I know only pity will fill his eyes.

"Well, it was nice to see you again Judy," Sid responds.

She smiles and says, "You too," before exiting.

Sidney turns to me, "You really should not have come here Y/n."

"I had to! Ghostface won't stop until they have their perfect stop," I yelled in annoyance.

"Yet you got more people involved," her gaze directed on Spencer.

"I trust him! I trust my team!"

"Come on Y/n we can't trust anyone! And you know it! You haven't used your real last name in years. That is the epitome of distrust," she shouts back.

I clench my fists unsure how to get through to her and Spencer puts his hand on my shoulder, "I won't let anything happen to your sister. I swear my life on it."

"It might come to that... it often does," she responds coldly.

The argument comes to a sudden stop when screaming is heard from Jill's bedroom. Spencer and I instantly draw our weapons and rush into the room. Jill and her friend are pressed up against the window screaming. Spencer is quick to rush them out of the way and Sidney backs up in shock as soon as she sees the scene unfolding. Ghostface is brutally attacking Jill's neighbor with no remorse.

"Reid! Do you have a shot?"

He tries to aim his gun, "No, they're moving too much!"

"Screw it," I rush out of the room and Sidney rushes after me.

"L/N! Shit Prescott!" I hear Reid shout.

I can tell he is really mad by the swearing which he hardly ever does but I don't have time for his feelings right now. I won't let Ghostface hurt me or my family ever again.

Sid shouts for the cops as I continue to run for the house. I try the door but it is locked so I bust the window open with the butt of my gun. I run up the stairs and hear quick footsteps follow behind me.

"The cops are missing," Sid shouts.

"Of course they are," I sigh as I run.

We sneak into the room using the wall as cover. We enter into a horrific scene blood splattered all over the walls and the poor girl's organs falling out of her. Sidney sinks to the ground trying to keep her breaths even. I hold my gun tighter, I am used to scenes like this while working at the BAU, but this is a new level of overkill.

A phone somewhere in the room starts to ring. Sidney and I exchange glances as I walk towards the phone to pick it up.

"Welcome home Y/n. Nice of you to join us, though I wouldn't say I gave you much of a choice. I hope you and Sidney enjoyed my preview of the movie." I could hear the smirk in his voice over the phone.

I swallow deeply and growl, "Why don't you say that to my face."

"Oh Y/n, we both know you are not star material. Hiding away solving crimes so you don't have to face your own. Put your sister on the phone why don't you?" The mechanical voice of my nightmares mocks me.

I put the phone on speaker and Sidney shouts an aggravated, "What!"

"It is time to relinquish your stardom to someone who actually deserves it, Sidney," Ghostface seethes and I can tell this is what it is really all about for this Ghostface. The fame.

"This isn't a fucking movie!" Sid shouts.

"It will be," the grin in his voice could be heard.

"These people are innocent!" I jump into the conversation.

"Shut it Y/n! This isn't about you! Sidney understands she has done quite well under all this bloodshed," the caller's emotions are up and down like a yo-yo.

"I am going to slit your eyelids in half Sidney so you can watch when I gut your sister like a fish! Just like the town you left gutted in your wake of destruction. Then you will die when I want you to! Not a moment before or a moment after! Until then you suffer," Ghostface screams.

"Sid, none of this is your fault," I assure her.

"Y/n!" I hear Spencer shout from downstairs he must be ticked to be using my first name in the field.

"Sidney," Jill shouts after Reid. Damn, what was he doing letting civilians over here... I'm no better I let my sister over here too.

"Jill?" Sid questions loudly.

I hear Spence and Jill's footsteps on the stairs. Sidney is quick to block the doorway with her body.

"Ried! What are you doing letting my cousin up here!" I shout.

"What are you doing here without backup!" He shouts back at me equally mad.

Jill tries to look around Sidney, "Is she alive?"

"Do not look! Okay?" Sid shouts

"She said you were the angel of death," she looks at Sidney in fear.

I frown at the statement when I see Ghostface appear behind Spencer and Jill.

"Look out!" Sid shouts too late as Ghostface slices Jill's arm.

Jill falls to the ground and I am quick to shove Spencer out of the way of Ghostface. I stumble down the stairs and unfortunately drop my gun. Ghostface swiftly kicks my gun away from my reach. I rapidly stand trying to find a makeshift weapon and slam a picture frame over their head. Ghostface sweeps my legs and I fall hard onto my back knocking the air out of my lungs. Ghostface hovers over my body knife in their hand. I struggle to flip them over but eventually I do and Ghostface rolls down the stairs and so do I.

"Y/n," I hear Spencer shout and quick footsteps.

I turned to look which was definitely a bad decision as Ghostface yanked my hair and held a knife to my throat. I kicked my foot backwards into his shin which caused them to drop the knife. I turn and sucker punch the bastard in the face knocking them to the ground.

Two town policemen burst through the door, "Where is he?"

I turn to point but am shocked to find him missing, "He-he was just here."

"We'll check out back," They say exiting.

Spencer grabs my face in his hands leaving me utterly shocked as he turns my face side to side checking for injuries.

"What were you thinking shoving me out of the way!" He shouts.

"Protecting your life! He will kill you right away! You aren't important to his movie," I defend

"And what part do you play in this movie?" He asks

"It- it doesn't matter," I stutter out.

"Y/n, what part do you play in this movie?" He repeats himself sternly.

I gulp, "For my sister to fail to save me one last time."

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fanfic

[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 9

Harry was home.

Lightheaded relief filled her entirely, and even her son seemed to settle against her stomach. She laid a hand on it, trying to breathe through the sheer joy of having her husband back home safe. She knew he had to do it, she loved him for it, and she supported him through it, but it was still a nightmare every time he left for more than three days, especially when he couldn’t communicate.

Harry came to the couch, pale as a ghost, the lost expression he always had after a particularly bad mission fading away as he caught sight of her. Ginny beckoned him over imperiously.

“Dada!” Jamie cried, waving his fat little fists around. Harry picked him up and spun him around, his entire face softening.

“Hey, my baby,” Harry said, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Were you good for Mummy and Aunt Luna?”

“No, he wasn’t,” Teddy called from beside the fireplace, not taking his eyes off his book. The eight-year-old grinned anyway. “He screamed the roof off at bath time.”

“And I suppose you were a lot better?” Harry asked, sounding amused, an eyebrow raised skeptically.

“I was!” Teddy nodded enthusiastically.

“Uh huh. How about you tell me what you did?”

Jamie and Teddy gabbled on cheerfully, Harry nodding solemnly as though he could understand every single word. Ginny smiled at the sight, feeling tears sting at her eyes.

Oh no. She hated pregnancy hormones.

Harry set Jamie next to Teddy, who instantly abandoned his book in favour of entertaining his little brother. Jamie laughed gleefully when Ted tickled him.

Ginny raised her arms tiredly when Harry came over to her, and they kissed languidly, for once not being interrupted by children or her annoying brothers (though she often thought and said those were one and the same).

“And how is my amazing daughter?” Harry asked, hand coming up to caress her belly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you, Potter, he’s a boy.”

“Yes!” Teddy called. “I want another godbrother!”

Harry had that exasperated, withering look which struck fear in the hearts of criminals and made his family laugh at the snark to follow. “What, so you have someone else to blame for stealing cookies from the jar when you do it?”

“He could just as easily blame Surtiyem for it even if they were a girl,” Ginny said amusedly as Teddy’s hair turned pink in confession.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Okay, whichever gender the baby is, we’re not going to name them Surtiyem.”

Ginny smirked. They both knew she had no intention of actually using that name. “And how are you going to stop me? I’ll have the name on the birth certificate before you know it.”

“As I recall, you were high on pain potions when Jamie was born.” He grinned. “No way you’d be able to write something legible.”

She huffed. “It’d be more legible than your chicken scratch—”

“Mama!” Jamie called, and both adults’ attention immediately went to the children. “Eddy!”

“He wants my book,” Teddy grumbled. “But what if he tears it? What if he—” He caught himself. “It’s mine.” He insisted fiercely.

Ginny caught Harry’s eye. The book had been found by Harry in Remus’ cottage, which had been left to him in the will. It was a children’s story book, and Teddy had been fascinated with it ever since learning whom it had belonged to. She certainly couldn’t fault him for it. But how was she to explain that to a barely three-year-old?

Harry went over and crouched in front of the boys. “Jamie, would you like it if Teddy suddenly just wanted one of your toys?”

Jamie shook his head stubbornly.

“Then can you understand why Ted doesn’t want you to touch his book?”

There was a pause, and the infant reluctantly nodded.

“Good boy.” Harry ruffled his hair. “But Teddy, you can hold it and still let Jamie see, yes? It’s yours, and so you don’t have to agree, but sharing things with your brother—”

“Is necessary,” Teddy completed resignedly. “’Kay, Harry.”

He reluctantly showed Jamie the pictures, and when he cooed over them excitedly, Teddy began to warm up to the idea of showing James the book. Harry stayed for a couple of minutes, watching carefully for any trouble, eyes full of affection, before pressing kisses to both of their heads and coming back to Ginny.

“Well well, Mr Potter,” She murmured. “You as a dad is hot.”

Harry grinned. “Thanks, Mrs Potter.” He frowned suddenly. “I heard something like that in the office. DIFF, or something?”

Ginny pressed her lips together in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “DILF, you mean?”

“Yeah!” He said proudly. “What does that mean?”

Leaning over, she whispered the full-form in his ear, careful to make sure the kids weren’t eavesdropping. Teddy had developed quite the vocabulary of swear words from the lot of them, and Jamie worshipped the ground he walked on and would definitely copy.

“What?!” He exclaimed. Ginny completely lost control, subsiding into giggles. “Who – I – in the office—” He looked flustered.

“You know, it’s sad that you still think you’re not the most desirable person alive—” she said conversationally. “You’d think after winning Witch Weekly’s Sexiest Wizard and Winner of ‘Wish He Wasn’t Married’ twice in a row you’d know that—”

“Hey, I had Undesirable Number One plastered across my face everywhere for a year, that takes its toll,” Harry said indignantly. “I found one of those old posters in Gawain’s office recently, hilariously enough. It brings up memories!”

She clicked her tongue. “Stop making excuses, Potter. You just keep making them one after the other—”

He laughed throatily, pressing his forehead to hers. “Well, I’ve always been a one-woman man, Weasley. Reason enough?”

“Just another excuse.” But she couldn’t help smiling, and she leaned up with difficulty to kiss him.

“Is this one of the things where Uncle Ron pretends to gag and vomit when he sees you?” Teddy asked interestedly.

They broke apart, smiling wryly. It was very hard to get a good romantic moment with kids needing attention every other minute.

“Something like that, Ted,” he said.

“Unca Ron?” Jamie asked, looking excitedly around for his godfather.

“Jamie,” Ginny said solemnly. “Promise me you’ll never listen to stuff Uncle Ron says and betray me like Teddy did.”

Jamie looked confused. Teddy crossed his arms and pouted. “Not a ‘trayal!” He insisted. “Harry said it was sorta right! The real betrayal would’ve been wearing Cannon orange instead of Holly green,” he said, pointing at his dark green hair, pleased.

“Oh yeah. You ever do that, you’re disowned, Teddy Bear.” Ginny said gravely.

Teddy looked supremely unconcerned. “You might, but Granma won’t.”

“Besides, that’s your hair colour, Gin,” Harry pointed out idly, his arm around her waist. “Would you say having ginger hair is a betrayal? Now,” his voice dropped very low. “What we did in your locker room last year on the other hand. . .”

“Harry James Potter!” Ginny shrieked, trying to hide her laughter. She remembered the locker room fiasco. Her teammates were a bunch of voyeurs.

James looked up inquiringly. “Not you, Jamie. Your dad’s just being an idiot.” Ginny told him.

“And you’re both being disgusting,” Teddy said, in an amazing reproduction of Percy’s loftiest tone.

Ginny could pick out in Teddy so many tiny bits of the people she loved: there was the way he laughed, tilted his head when he thought and sat, exactly the way Remus had; seeing the way he scrunched his nose up was like seeing Tonks again; his questioning eyebrow raise, the covering of a smile as though it weren’t allowed and scornful look were exact copies of Harry; and the way he furrowed his eyebrows together when he read was all Hermione.

Even in physical appearance. Whatever colour his hair might be, it was always the wild Potter hair. His eyes were perpetually the same shade as Harry’s. His nose was long and freckled like Ron’s. His aristocratic Black jawline was identical to Tonks’, Andromeda’s and Sirius’. His giant ears were ditto to George’s. The thing was that Ginny didn’t think any of those were on purpose. There wasn’t much study about metamorphmagi, but she thought they subconsciously based looks (other than eyes and hair which were obvious) on the people they looked up to. And Ginny found it both happy and indescribably sad that his looks were such an amalgamation of different people rather than majorly Tonks and Remus, the way it should have been.

Still. She had learned since the war to take the small joys where they came, even if it was with bittersweet sadness.

Harry checked the old grandfather clock across the hall. “Sure thing, big guy. Bedtime’s soon. Go get your overnight bag from Andromeda’s.”

“Bedtime?” Jamie asked in a whimper, sounding like all the horrors of the world were contained in that single word. “No! Wanna stay.”

Ginny kissed Harry’s cheek and went and scooped her son up in her arms. “Sorry, kiddos. When we say it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime.”

“We’re the bosses,” Harry added, throwing his legs up on the couch.

“TYRANNY!” Teddy howled like it was a deeply moving war cry.

“Are you and Hermione doing that advanced reading thing again?” Harry said, sounding exasperated. “Didn’t we decide to pause on that?”

“But the school story books are booooring,” Teddy whined.

“And I’ve told you, once you get your science grade up to the mark, we’ll reconsider the—”

“Harry,” Ginny interrupted, Jamie yawning in her arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” She nudged her head toward the calendar and saw realization flit across her husband’s face. It was the full moon. Effects on Teddy varied from moon to moon, but he always became easily irritable and incredibly tired. It wasn’t a good day for this confrontation, though she certainly agreed Teddy couldn’t be allowed to skip ahead in one subject while ignoring all the others.

“Good idea,” Harry let the topic go, instead jabbing his wand at the fireplace to make the flames go higher and crouching next to Teddy. “Hey, how about we cuddle on the couch and you read to me until you fall asleep? We can continue the discussion tomorrow.”

“I’m a big boy, I don’t cuddle,” Teddy insisted, though he clearly wanted to. Ginny watched, smiling.

“But I need it. Mission was hard, Ted,” he said, and though it was playful, she saw genuine exhaustion on his face. She made a note to coax a rant out of him later. That always made him feel better.

Teddy stared up at him with wide eyes. “Okay. You got the bad guys?”

“Every single one of them,” Harry promised, the words coming across a lot heavier to her than to Teddy. He looked up and smiled softly at her, breaking the solemnity. “Gin? Joining us?”

Ginny hesitated. She ought to put Jamie to bed and set up the monitoring charms.

“Pwease, mumma?” Jamie said beseechingly.

“Maybe just this once,” she conceded, and all three males cheered. She sat on the couch, putting her legs up. Jamie crawled from her lap to Harry’s, and Teddy snuggled against her shoulder. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, and the two of them exchanged a happy look over their sons’ heads.

“Ever thought you’d get here?” She asked in a whisper, as Jamie and Teddy argued about the story choice.

He laughed. “Never,” he confessed. “But I couldn’t be happier.”

She blinked the happy tears from her eyes, resting a hand on her stomach. An amazing career. Her incredible infuriating and yet reliable family. Her many friends. Her three beloved boys, plus another child coming.

She remembered watching Luna play the piano once. Her friend had commented that the harmony of the way she played matched her mother’s – that there was no better peace than with the memory of someone you love.

Ginny felt that harmony every time she looked at Harry. And she couldn’t be gladder for it.

He put it pretty well.

“Neither could I,” she agreed, and they settled down for story time.

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hiii i was reading one of your angsty stories and was wondering if you could write more of Regulus accidentally telling James something hurtful about something that James has previously told him he was struggling with and instantly feeling bad. pls and thank you.

hello! we really do like hurting ourselves eh? well I did enjoy writing this one but it isn't fluff. with love

Winning (1/2) (jegulus)

Regulus was an observer. He was quiet but he heard and saw everything. People trusted him with secrets, and often he wasn't entirely sure why. But he knew everything about everyone, their hopes, their goals, their secrets, and most dangerously, their weaknesses

Regulus was an opponent. He was quick but he was thorough and always finished. People picked fights him, and often he wasn't entirely sure why. But he knew how to fight, to duel, to hex, to curse, and most dangerously, how to win.

Regulus found however that the best way to win was to disable your opponent. To use everything you knew about them to take them down from their core. Regulus didn't fight fair, he fought, first and foremost, to protect himself.

And maybe it was because of his childhood, his parents, his brother... Regulus didn't care to think too hard about the why, but he knew he learned somewhere along the way that best way to protect himself was to keep people away.

When he felt threatened, he chose to protect himself in the way he knew how. When he thought someone he cared about was threatened, he chose to protect them in the way he knew how. And when he was the one doing the threatening, well... he would protect them from himself by fighting, by using their secrets against them, and by ensuring to push them away so that they would never come back.

Which is exactly what he did in this moment.

"James, you don't understand. You are just completely useless here! I have the power to actually make this better, I do! And you think you can stand there, telling me it'll all be okay, yet you can't actually do anything of substance to help! You think you, with your perfect happy life and perfect happy family, know anything about pressure!"

And with those words, nearly yelled and mostly spat, Regulus watched as James was decimated. He watched as James recoiled, as the light in James' eyes faltered, as James' breath stuck in his throat.

Regulus watched as he used James' greatest fear against him. He watched as his words struck and slapped and made the man he loved bleed. He watched James' stomach sink, and processed what tools he used to disarm his opponent, and immediately recognized his mistake. He wasn't fighting an enemy.

He watched the consequences of his win. And if this was winning, when it came to James, he only ever wanted to lose.

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