#I’ll take photos of the drawings they put up in the hall this time

[tundrakatiebean]

I had another modeling session today which was good. I legitimately enjoy doing this. I’m basically getting paid to meditate in the weird positions I sit in anyway and I don’t have to wear uncomfortable clothes because I’m naked.

Truly another one of those “if it paid a proper living wage you could find someone who really wanted to do it” situations

The teacher I worked with today was really cool and sounds like he’s going to fight the system directly to get more hours for me. So that’s nice. I dunno it’s just nice to be around art all the time. It makes me really happy to just sit like a little gremlin and listen to twelve people scratch charcoal on paper.

[hecateslore]

💌

supervisor!simon

“Yeah that would be great!”  

You hand him the keys, and with so much ease, the door opens. “There you are.” He steps out of the way for you to walk through. “Thanks.” you say quietly. Your house was dim, the only light was the small pink lamp your mom bought you as a housewarming gift. 

“You can make yourself comfortable, I’m gonna change really quick.” You say and scurry to your bedroom. Ridding of the dress you wore. You couldn’t help but to frown at the beautiful fabric, what a waste it went. 

- 

Simon looked around the living room, he noticed the small little rose bottle left on the coffee table, small knick knacks sitting on top of the stack of magazines. We moved over to the wall with paintings and pictures. Some look like a toddler drew them. 

Your house was so, you. It was kind of small. But it suits you. Simon smiled and the pictures of what he presumed to be you and family.  He could hear you humming from down the hall. He looked around the room once more. Plants. Some on the dining table, some on the floor, he can even see the ones outside on your balcony. 

He chose to sit on your couch. It was comfy, not better than his, but it was good. It smelled like you. Clean, like orchids and sweet. 

“You look like a creep sitting in the dark.” you chuckle from the middle of the hallway. Simon smiles, not that you could see it, but he did. 

“Couldn’t find the light switch.” He says, rubbing his hands over his thighs. The sight of you in your lounge wear. A t-shirt and some pajama pants. What was left of your makeup was gone. “Nice pajamas.” He laughs at the pink pants with clouds on them. “My mom bought me these, they were half off.” You note. “Stylish.” He assures you and you roll your eyes at him. Walking around the room, turning on the lights around your living area. “Want a drink?” you ask, walking towards your kitchen. “Uh sure.” 

Simon liked this, how calm and in your element you were. He got up from his seat on the sofa and moved to the dinner table. “I only have canned beer.” you say holding up the very vibrant red cans. “That’ll do.” 

“I drank my last little wine bottle,” you frown, placing the beers on the tile coasters. “I noticed the paintings and photos.” he smiles, “The drawings are my nieces,” you grin to yourself, “Do you want a glass?” 

“Please.” Simon looks over at the paintings again. Nieces. He nods, “All of those?” he looks at you, “They’re good huh? She’s only three but they look better than any other three year olds.” You shrug, placing the glass before him. “That was my dads, don’t break it. It’s my favorite” 

Simon’s eyes widened, “He’s not dead,” you laugh, “the glass has a lot of sentimental value.” You finally take a seat and crack open your can. “No glass?” he says while pouring the beer in. “I like to live on the edge.” you take a sip, “You’re a cool girl.” Simon winks, and you groan in response. 

“I’ll die of alcohol poisoning right now.” You joke. Simon only laughs at you. “It’s been such a weird day.” You put your head down on the table. You lift it again and look at Simon, who was sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed, “On valentines day, I really had fun talking to you.” you admit, resting your chin in your palm. “And I’m having fun now.” You say taking a swig. 

He hums and you quiet down, His glass was barely empty. He took light sips, letting you blabber on and on. “This was a waste of time wasn’t it?” you chuckle sadly, “Sorry I asked this, I mean you’re clearly uncomfortable.” You get up and start cleaning up, throwing your can and you reach for his glass. 

“No it’s not that, I’m just not that much of a drinker.” he smiles apologetically, “This is fun, talking is fun.” he clarifies. “Oh.” you say dumping the beer down your drain, “Well I should’ve asked instead of forcing it down your throat.” You joke, trying to close the pit in your stomach.He pulls his phone out from his pocket and checks the time, “Maybe I should get going.” he sighs, “Yeah, it’s getting late.” You nod. “We could do this some other time, yes?” 

“Uh sure.” You try to hide the awkwardness behind a grin. “I’ll see you monday?” He asks while getting up, “Yeah, yeah.” You say. You walk him to the door, your feet feeling heavy with shame, guilt, embarrassment, your buzz wearing off. “I’ll see you?” he says one more time, his large frame in the door frame. “You sure will!” he Smiles, and that dimple appears. “Bye.” he says tapping the door frame. “Bye, Simon.” You smile and wave.

 You shut the door, Smile immediately fading. You overstepped, you overshared, and you brought him in! As if the date wasn’t enough, You made Simon feel uncomfortable. 

You walk into your room, get into bed and stare at the ceiling. God, he looked so good tonight. He looked so good today. He always looks good. You wanted to text him, calling him tonight was bad. It was a reckless bad Idea, now work’s going to be awkward. All because you had a little too much to drink. 

You pull the cover over your head and shut your eyes hoping to fall asleep, quickly. 

-

Monday you come in early, like always. Johnny wasn’t at work yet, but Simon was. He was on his computer, his shoulder brace was on again. You wanted to walk up to his office, maybe say hey or ask if he wanted to grab breakfast, but Saturday's shenanigans stopped you before you could. 

You hated how much he was making you stare. His brows were furrowed and he was so focused. The way he held his hand over his mouth while he clicked away. It was so pathetic how much you were staring, practically drooling after him. You were snapped out of your thoughts by Linda, who had a plastic bag full of sweet candy. “ I bought way too much over the weekend, My grandson's birthday party, and you know how much candy you have to buy for little kids.” 

You said your Mhm’s watching Simon walk around his office, getting paper from his printer, and checking his bag. “And that’s when I was like I need to give some of this away.” Linda laughed, and you did too, it was fake of course and probably way over the top. When you looked at Linda she had a concerned look on her face, “do you want the candy or?” 

“Yeah just leave it on my desk I’ll be right back.” You say quickly. 

You enter his room tapping lightly on the wall next to you, he looks up from his computer screen. “Hello there.” He smiles softly, and you almost melt, “Hi.” you say back, “need something?” he asks, moving paperwork around. “Uh no, I just wanted to say hey, or hi, or whatever.” you stumble, “Hey or Hi, to you too. ” he chuckles and You grin at his casualness, “How was your Sunday?” You question, “Busy,” he lets out a breath, “It was pretty busy.” He finishes. “How was yours?”   “Mine was good,” You clear your throat.

 It wasn’t good, You were hungover all day. The red ,The yeast and the greasy diner food came up the second you woke up. Also you went to sleep sexually frustrated. Everytime you closed your eyes, you felt the light tap on your knee from Simon. Maybe this was your limbo. 

“I felt a little crappy but, It was good.” You answer finally, “That’s good to hear.” he chuckles, “Uh oh.” He says a bit louder, you turn your head and see Johnny pass his door. You hear him cackle to himself, “You’re so annoying.” you playfully roll your eyes. 

Which wasn’t true. You liked it all too much. 

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[bedsyandco]

Lost Time ☆ G. Perreault

note: friends to lovers (is this...all i write? yes😭) with Gabe. Oblivious Gabe...and reader? abrupt ending! sorry baes

requested: yes

wc: 1.1k

You were sitting in the dining hall next to Gabe, pressed into his side, his hand on your thigh drawing patterns absentmindedly. The guys were bickering back and forth but he wasn’t really paying attention, he was too focused on you. He fights a smile when you steal another grape off his tray, trying to be sneaky. 

"Oh before I have to leave…" you say turning your body even more in Gabe's direction and putting your hand on his thigh and scrolling through your phone.

He bites his lip and takes a deep breath, trying to stop the fluttering feeling in his stomach as you show him two pictures of different colours.

“Okay, this one or this one?” you ask, swapping between the two photos. 

“I like that one more, it’s the school’s colours.” Gabe says referring to the picture of the maroon nail polish. 

“I like that one too. I gotta go or I’m gonna be late, but I’ll see you tonight?” you ask, dropping a kiss to Gabe’s cheek as you leave, bidding goodbye to the rest of the guys at the table. 

“Dude, when are you gonna ask her out?” Ryan asks 

“Never, we’re not like that.” Gabe answers

“Really? Cause I’m pretty sure everyone thinks you guys are dating.” Will says and Gabe shoots him a look that says traitor. 

“No they don’t” Gabe argues

“Uh yes they do. I thought you guys were a couple for the first few months after we met. And why do you think no one makes a move on her?…because they think she’s taken.” Cutter says 

Gabe hadn’t really thought about the fact that guys hadn’t really approached you. He can’t deny that he felt a sense of satisfaction that people thought you were his. But there was also a sense of disappointment and longing, because it wasn’t true no matter what other people wanted to believe. 

“I don’t care what other people think, we’re not together.” Gabe replies

“But you wanna be, right?” Ryan asks and Gabe sighs. He really didn’t want to talk about this. 

“It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same way.” Gabe says, a tone of finality in his voice. 

“You’re kidding right? When I assumed you guys were together, most of the time it was because of things that she did. I mean, just five minutes ago she was practically sitting in your lap, looking at you with heart eyes and kissing you goodbye…If those aren’t signs that she feels the same way, I don’t know what is.” Cutter says and when Gabe doesn’t respond the guys thankfully move on to another topic of conversation.

-

When Gabe goes over to your place that night, he’s still thinking about the conversation he had earlier that day. Were you giving him signals? Maybe he should just ask you? But what if you weren’t sending him signals and you didn’t feel the same. Gabe doesn’t want to risk losing you if you don’t. 

When he enters your apartment, he’s immediately met with the smell of popcorn and the sight of you cuddled up on the couch, wearing his hoodie, popcorn sitting on the little table at your side. He chuckles a little at the sight. The popcorn bowl was bigger than your head. You always make too much, so Gabe had taken over popcorn duties for the last few movie nights but he was running a bit late tonight and you were impatient so you went ahead and did it. 

When Gabe takes a seat next to you on the couch, you immediately cuddle into his side, where you stay for the rest of the movie. Gabe didn’t really pay attention to the movie at all, his mind still thinking about whether or not he should ask you how you felt. He was pulled out of his thoughts when you turned to him abruptly while the credits rolled on the screen.

“I forgot to show you my nails! Do you wanna see them?” you ask and Gabe smiles while nodding, finding your excitement adorable.

You hold out your hands and he takes them both, holding them gently and inspecting your nails. He was expecting the slightly longer than normal maroon covered nails, what he wasn’t expecting were the little golden 34’s on each ring finger. 

“Do you like them?” you ask a little hesitant.

“I love them,” he says, kissing both hands and you smile.

Signals. Surely these were signs that you had feelings for him…right? Gabe couldn’t go on any longer not knowing. He was going to drive himself insane. He just needed to ask you and accept whatever the fallout was of doing so. 

He takes a deep breath and holds on tighter to both your hands, for support. “I need to ask you something.”

“Anything,” you answer

“I like you, as more than a friend. And I’m sorry if this is gonna mess things up between us but I can’t go on any longer wondering if you feel the same. I just need to know so that I can either try to move on or…” Gabe says, unable to even speak the words into existence if there were no chance of them being true.

“Gabe of course I like you…I’ve been doing everything I possibly could to make it clear that I like you…short of kissing you or just telling you,” you say 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gabe asks 

“Because I was scared. Terrified really. That you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings and our friendship wouldn’t be the same afterwards. I thought you knew. I was actually starting to think that maybe you just didn’t have feelings for me.” you say a little sadly.

“No, not at all! I do have feelings for you. A lot of feelings. I can’t believe we could’ve been together all this time…” Gabe says, a little frustrated with himself that if he had taken this risk sooner, you could’ve gotten together months ago.

“Don’t think like that. I love that we both cherish our relationship so much that we didn’t wanna do anything to risk it. We’re just gonna have to make up for lost time.” you say and Gabe smiles a little, loving that you always seem to see the good in every situation.

You shriek when he stands up and throws you over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” you ask laughter bubbling out of you.

“I’m making up for lost time,” Gabe says walking towards your bedroom.

If things were gonna go like he hopes, you’ll have the rest of your lives to make up for lost time.

[specialagentlokitty]

Spike x reader - before I laid eyes on you

Part two:

For the duration of your recovery you were never left alone, from nurses and doctors at the hospital, to your friends or Giles staying at your home to make sure you were alright.

Nobody wanted to leave you alone, and it was exhausting in many ways.

You just wanted to be alone for a while, have time to yourself even just for an hour, because you wanted him to turn up and you knew he wouldn’t if they were there.

It had been nearly three months, and there was still nothing from him, but thankfully everybody deemed it okay for you to finally have time to yourself.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Giles asked.

“Yes, yes I’ll be fine. Honestly.”

You smiled at them.

“If you feel anything wrong, or you need anything you’ll call one of us right?” Xander asked.

“I promise.”

“And don’t be inviting anybody in.” Buffy said sternly.

“Yes I know, I know. Now go, live your lives, I want sleep.”

They all laughed, hugging you before they left and with a heavy sigh you closed your door, thankful for the time alone.

Making your way over to the couch, you laid down, pulling a blanket over you.

The house was finally quiet, and it felt strange, so you turned the TV on while you took a nap.

A few hours later and you woke up, so you sat up, stretching a little and you looked around.

Slowly standing, you wondered into the kitchen for a drink then you made your way back to the living room.

You put a blanket around your shoulders, heading to the front door to open it, and you leant against it looking out on the street.

You were half expecting, half hoping for Spike to come, but he never did, but you did see something on your doorstep.

Crouching down to get it, you closed the door and walked back to the living room, setting the box on the table so you could open it.

Reaching inside, you pulled out a frame photo of one of the drawings you had done and you smiled.

“He did come..” you whispered.

You set it on the coffee table, looking at it with a fond smile.

The sunrise was coming, so you knew not to expect him anytime soon, so you spent the time catching up on some stuff you had to do, and of course sleeping.

And as night came back around, the moment the sun set there was a knock on your door.

Walking over, you opened it.

“Hello cutie.” Spike smiled.

“You’re here…”

Stepping outside you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug, and he smiled, placing a hand on your back.

Your hug was so gentle and warm, both things Spike thought he would never experience again, so when you moved away he was disappointed.

You took his hand and stepping inside.

“Are we forgetting vampires cannot enter?”

“I want you to come in spike.”

He smiled, stepping through the threshold and you closed the door, turning on the hall light.

Squinting, you turned your head to the floor, placing a hand over your eyes.

“You’re supposed to close your eyes before turning on lights, give them time to adjust. You know this.”

“I forgot…”

“Of course you did, come on.”

Spike took your free hand, leading you to the living room and sat you down, turning on the light in there as well.

You waited a moment before slowly moving your hand away.

Everything was a little fuzzy, and you couldn’t make out anything in the corners of your vision.

Spike sat down on the table in front of you.

You moved your gaze to the movement, and you looked at him.

“How did it go? Did it help?”

“I.. I can see you…”

Spike shuffled forward, shock on his face.

“You can?”

You nodded.

“I.. I can.. sort of.. it.. it’s still blurry… but.. but I can see you…”

You laughed softly, reaching up you touched the scar on his eyebrow.

“You have a scar…”

“I��ve had one for a long while now love.”

Spike took your hand, holding it in both of his.

“What about those spells? Would they still work? Would they help make your vision any better?”

“I.. I don’t I haven’t tried yet.. I.. I dont have the strength..”

Spike took your other hand in his.

“Then take some of mine, we all know I have plenty to spare.”

“Are you sure?”

“Try.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and drew some strength from him, whispering an incantation under your breath.

You finished but you kept your eyes closed, too scared to open them.

“Open your eyes love…” he whispered.

“What if it didn’t work…?”

“Then we’ll find out, but we can’t find out if you don’t open your eyes right?”

You nodded, knowing that he was right but it still didn’t make you any less scared.

Slowly you opened your eyes, and everything was clearer, it was easier to see, you knew it wouldn’t last long, but it was enough for now.

You could see the vampire in front of you a lot better, and see more things about him you hadn’t noticed.

“You’re hair…”

You laughed a little, reaching up to touch it, running your hand through it, and then you touched his face lightly.

“Like what you see do you?” He teased.

“You’re different from what I pictured…”

He furrowed his brows a little.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Laughing, and looked down.

“It’s a good thing.”

Spike placed a finger on your chin, tilting your head back up to face him.

“Don’t hide from me..”

He smiled, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“Will you show me your vampire face?”

“Now why the hell would you want to see that?”

You shrugged a little, still smiling at him.

“I haven’t seen a vampires face before, please Spike?”

He rolled his eyes but turned his face away, then he turned back and it looked different, his eyes were yellow, fangs, wrinkles on his head.

You touched his head, and his face went back to normal.

“Scary.” You snickered.

“I know, isn’t it just?” He smirked.

This made you laughed, and Spike sat forward, his knees touching yours, and you clasped your hands together, placing them on your lap.

You wore a mischievous grin, and he placed his hands on his knees.

“You’re plotting something, I’d recognise that look anywhere.”

“Come outside with me?”

“A strange request but alright, I’ll humour you, let’s go.”

You jumped up, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and you rushed out your back door and into the garden.

Spike followed you, standing behind you as you titled your head back.

“Is there a reason for this?”

“I haven’t seen the stars in so long…”

Spike titled his head down a little, eyes locked with yours and you reached up, poking his forehead to move him back.

“Your big head is in the way.”

“Ouch, now that’s rude.”

Spike moved to stand in front of you but you paid him no mind.

He took your blanket, and he adjusted it, tying it gently so it wouldn’t fall down.

His hands lingered on your shoulders, and he walked back around you, wrapping his arms around your waist, tilting his head back to look at the stars with you.

“Will you keep our deal..?” You whispered.

“A deal is a deal.”

You smiled a little, and rested your head back on his chest.

“Will you stay here with me?”

“Who am I to deny such a request?” He smirked.

So he did, Spike stayed with you, helping you with your day to day life.

Spike would always catch you staring at him, but he said nothing about it, because in truth he was doing the exact same thing when you weren’t looking.

Some days you weren’t as good as others, and those were the days you stayed in bed or on the couch sleeping, and he would sit next to you.

He helped you do the things you missed doing, star gazing, taking walks to admire nature, shopping.

For Spike it was all different, strange, but to see that twinkle in your eyes it was all worth it to him.

Today you were feeling pretty good, fully of energy and life.

You bounded down the stairs, and you all but ran down the basement stairs as well, grinning from ear to ear at Spike who was smoking.

“Bloody hell love, you know not to come down here I smoke, it’s not good for you.”

“A lot of things aren’t good for me, it’s fine!”

Spike put his cigarette out and looked up from the bed he had put up down there.

Walking over, you sat on the bed, laying down so your head was on his legs and you smiled at him.

Spike rose a brow in question at you, placing his hand on your forehead to make sure that you were in fact feeling alright.

His fingers trailed down your face, drumming lightly against your cheek.

“Then what do you happen to be up to?” He asked.

“I want to dance.”

“I can’t go upstairs, it’s too sunny in your house, really you should invest in some blinds or something.”

“Later, when the sunsets. Can we?”

Spike hummed, placing his arms under you to lift you up so he could stand, then he placed you on the floor.

“Maybe, but for now you have medicine to take.”

He ushered you to the stairs.

You took your medication, then you got ready to go out with your friends, a few hours at the mall before they all had to return to college or work.

You on the other hand returned home, and you went downstairs, sitting next to Spike, tucking yourself in his side.

He had a hand on your head, his thumb running over the surgical scar.

He knew you were asleep, so he covered you with the blanket, shuffling a little so you had your head on his chest.

When the sun set he moved, resting your head on the pillows and made his way up the stairs.

He went out to get his own shopping, then turned to put it all in the fridge downstairs then went back upstairs.

Eventually you made your way up to see that he had moved your furniture in the living room, and there was a fire in the fireplace which he was was poking at.

“I feel like vampires and fire don’t go well.”

“You’re awake, have you taken your medicine?”

You shook your head.

“Right, sit.”

You did and he went to get it and while you were taking it he walked over to the radio, turning it on to mess with a few station before he walked over.

He took the glass from you, setting it aside on the mantle place.

Taking his jacket off, he tossed it on the couch, then held out his hand towards you.

“Would you like that dance now love?”

“I would.”

Spike helped you up, then he placed a hand on your mid back, his other hand holding yours, while you planted your hand on his chest.

“I don’t know how to dance…”

Spike chuckled, wrapping his arm around you he lifted you up, putting you on his feet, leaning his arm around you as he began to dance.

You wore a grin on your face, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Now, if you don’t know how to dance, why would you ask to dance?”

“I like it when you hold me?”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“All you have to do is ask…” he whispered.

You rested your head on his chest, and he planted his chin on your head, slowly dancing around in circles, only the fire lighting up the room.

You hadn’t told Spike that your eyesight had slowly began to decline, not but much but enough so that you noticed it.

You could still see him, but you didn’t know how long you would keep being able to see him, and you had a feeling your use of the spells to clear your vision was making it worse.

You moved and he lifted his head so you could, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clasping your hands together.

The fire gave your skin a soft glow, your eyes a warm spark.

In all his life alive he had never seen anything so perfect.

Yes, he was possessive over Drusilla, maybe there was time he could have labelled it love, but that wasn’t it.

If was able to decipher what love was, what it felt like he was sure it would be, this exact moment he was in right now, that it would be you.

You gave him warmth and joy, as much as a soulless vampire was able to have anyway.

“Why do you stay…?” You whispered.

“What on earth do you mean?” He asked.

You let out a little sigh, your smile falling a bit.

“You can go at any point, you don’t actually have to stay here.”

“Why would I go?”

You looked at him confused.

“Sometimes you can be so stupid, you’re here (Y/N), why would I want to go anywhere else?”

Your smile picked up again.

“You mean it? Really?”

“Well I certainly wouldn’t be here if I didn’t mean it. You treat me like a man, not an animal, you always have.”

You gave a small shrug.

“You’ve always been nothing but nice to me…” you whispered.

“I intend to stay as long as you’ll let me.” He said.

You leant up, pressing a kiss his cheek.

Spike stopped dancing and he gazed down at you with gentle eyes, and slowly he leant down, connecting his lips with yours.

It was a little unsure at first, he wasn’t sure how you would react, but he had been wanting to do it for a long time.

When he felt you kiss him back he immediately gained his confidence back, using his arms around you to pull you closer.

Your hands went to his neck, running through the hairs on the back of his head.

It was a desperate kiss, but it was still gentle, not demanding.

Every time you pulled away he would leant forward to kiss you again.

“Spike.. some of us need air…”

He chuckled, kiss your jaw instead and he rested his forehead in yours.

“Well that’s no fun…”

“It is for me if I want to keep living.”

This made him chuckle again and he closed eyes nose, nose brushing against yours.

You had your eyes closed, and you brushed your lips against his, keeping your hands on the back of his head.

“What was that for..?” You whispered.

“Do I need a reason?” He replied quietly.

“Never..”

He smiled, lifting his head to put his chin on your head, and you placed your head on his chest once more, eyes still closed.

Spike resumed his dancing, one hand on the small of your back, and the other between your shoulder blades, and you moved your arm to his shoulders, holding them.

The only thing that filled the room now was the crackling of the fire, and the music through the radio.

Both of you were so enveloped in each others company you didn’t hear the door open.

“Oh…” Giles mumbled.

“I.. do we go..?” Xander asked confused.

Buffy reached into her bag for her stake and she was stopped by both Willow and Tara.

“Come on, look at them…” willow whispered.

“He’s clearly done something to worm his way in!” Buffy hissed.

Tara shook her head.

“I don’t think so, look, (Y/N)s smiling.”

“She does seem pretty happy, what’s so wrong with that?” Anya shrugged.

“It’s spike!”

Giles placed a hand on the young slayers shoulder.

“Buffy, Spike can’t hurt her, we know that… thought it is unusual and a sight I would definitely prefer to forget, all they’re doing is dancing…”

Buffy looked at you again taking her hand out her bag and she smiled as she saw your soft smile.

They all quiet left, not wanting to disturb the peace, and they all shared a look.

“That’s definitely an imagine I want to burn out of my mind, that’s creepy, seeing him all not angry and you know murderous.” Xander said.

Everybody else agreed as they left, and you opened your eyes, looking up at spike.

“We’ve been caught…”

“I know, I don’t care.”

You lightly laughed, placing your head back in his chest.

You didn’t care either, but you knew that they weren’t going to drop it that easily, and you definitely hadn’t heard the last of this.

But you really didn’t care, you were just enjoying the moment in the arms of the man you had accidentally fallen for before you even saw him

[histhoughtslately]

It’s High Time: Today has been an emotional one. I came across some old artwork I’ve done and some photos, too. I immediately felt a pain in my stomach and it wasn’t because of something I ate. Anyone who knows me and knows me well, knows that I don’t look at photos. Sure, I’ll keep them but I never go back to them to reminisce.

With photos, the memories are just too great for me. However, today I realized I still had some grief to unpack. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life. So much so, it’s hard to believe just how many have gone. And just like that, I broke. You see, in my mind I know that these people in life were no longer here. The lasting memories I have of them are great ones. In reality, I cannot call, nor cannot write to them; I cannot even travel or stop by to see them. I may be rambling a bit and this all may sound a little odd. The simple story is that I just miss them and terribly. It really comes up when there’s an accomplishment I wish I could express to them.

In hand with the photos, the artwork I found reminded of something I had long forgotten and put on a shelf. How can one forget this treasure within? All of the creations I have done was just forgotten about and never touch again; physically and mentally. Life happened. And I left it. For my birthday, my mom surprised me by framing a piece I had done almost ten years ago. Seeing my work framed almost took me out. I have four true loves I share with the world: writing, songwriting, art and cooking. You will always find and feel my heart in all of these.

I should have don’t this a long time ago but I don’t think I’ve really had the peace to. It wasn’t something I had to find, I had to create it by facing the memories, my desires, my hopes, and dreams, my goals…that in turn builds my happiness.

This drawing I did about 9 years ago. The girl is taking center stage of life with unlikely accompaniment. However, she and the orchestra have one thing in common and that’s making beautiful music. They respect each other styles which rings harmony throughout the concert hall. This girl figured it was time to let go of other’s opinions and judgement. She took control. She’s not in the audience of her life anymore; she’s planted right where she belongs. Her light shining and all. This is called “Harmony Takes Center Stage”.

It’s your moment as well as mine. Get yourself out there! 💫

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Congrats on 550!! Prompt for Rowaelin: slow dancing for the first time. Maybe after something stressful or exciting! ❤️❤️

Remedy

CW: language, mentions of cheating

AN: Thanks darling :) inspired by the Adele song

Angst & Fluff//2883 words

This dress was to die for.

Aelin’s boyfriend had disappeared, she’d accidentally spilled punch on someone’s shoes earlier in the night, and her hair probably looked like something a rodent would hole up in considering the number of times she had scratched at her fancy—and itchy—hair clips. But this damn dress was to die for, and Aelin refused to let anything ruin that.

Red tulle ran from the body of the dress in waves across Aelin’s waist. The back was almost sheer from the waist up, allowing a very purposeful glimpse of black lace. Minuscule jewels—fake but showy—were embroidered into the neckline, drawing the eyes to Aelin’s breasts, which were decently exposed and highlighted with a gold thread running along the neckline that perfectly matched her eyes.

If this night ended up being as stressful and disappointing as Aelin anticipated judging by the pit in her stomach and the fact that her date had been missing for fifteen minutes, at least there was this dress.

“Still haven’t found him, babe?”

Aelin spun around to find her best friend, Lysandra.

“No! He left for the bathroom ages ago and we’re meant to be taking photos in just a couple minutes.”

Lys sighed. “You deserve better than that flakey little twerp.”

Gnawing on her lip nervously, and ruining her lipstick in the process, Aelin said, “Maybe it’s not his fault. Maybe he has food poisoning.”

“In which case he would be in the bathroom like he said he was, and Dorian checked for you just a few minutes ago.”

“Maybe he found another bathroom?” Aelin suggested meekly.

Lys gave her a pitying look that Aelin chose to ignore. “Alright, babe, I’m going to go dance with Aedion but I’ll let you know if I hear anything. Knowing the number of brain cells in your boyfriend’s head I’d say he could have just gotten lost.”

Aelin rolled her eyes at the reminder of her best friend and cousin’s new relationship, then frowned half-heartedly at the insult to Chaol.

Lysandra was very opinionated on the subject of Chaol, and Aelin had long since stopped being annoyed with it considering that she had honestly started to agree. Chaol was nice to her, and loyal, and… and other good things that just weren’t coming to mind right now. He was just a little bland. His personality simply wasn’t compatible with Aelin’s, and she’d been thinking about breaking up with him for a couple months now.

She’d been putting it off for various reasons: losing her boyfriend right before senior prom would be a mess; Aelin liked him well enough and didn’t want to hurt his feelings; and most importantly Aelin was a wimp and just couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if he was the best she would ever get? What if no one better wanted Aelin?

But who the hell was she to be drowning in self-pity on prom night? Aelin was meant to be enjoying herself, not thinking about what a disaster her relationship was. Shaking herself off, Aelin headed to the gym doors to look for Chaol some more.

Before she got to the door, someone bumped into Aelin.

She was met with the sight of Rowan Whitethorn, the school’s best lacrosse player and asshole extraordinaire. The pair of them had been bickering since middle school.

“Whitethorn,” Aelin mono-toned.

“Galathynius.”

They eyed each other cautiously, each trying to figure out if the other was about to strike, until Aelin rolled her eyes and brushed past Rowan.

She put the encounter from her mind as she headed for the first hall she came across. What was Chaol doing? Surely he wouldn’t have just left without saying anything.

Aelin turned a corner.

And froze at the scene that lay before her.

Chaol, her date, her boyfriend, stood beside a cluster of lockers, his tongue jammed down Yrene Towers’ throat.

For a moment, Aelin didn’t say or do anything. She just stood there, rooted to the ground. Crushing waves of disbelief and humiliation washed over her, enough to send her running—if she had control over her feet, that was. As it was, Aelin could only watch as Chaol brought a hand to Yrene’s waist, and as Yrene reciprocitively lifted her hands to Chaol’s shoulders.

And then she saw something on Yrene’s wrist. A corsage. Her corsage that Chaol had never given to her, the pretty white rose winding around in all its beauty.

Suddenly, Aelin didn’t feel so distraught anymore. She felt pissed the fuck off.

“You son of a bitch,” Aelin spluttered, her voice croaky and filled with emotion but strong all the same, powered by her anger.

Chaol and Yrene split apart instantly, spinning towards Aelin. She doubtlessly looked like a madwoman, her face colored with rage and her chest heaving with breaths that couldn’t quite satisfy her need for air. But honestly, Aelin didn’t really give a shit what she looked like, what Chaol thought of her. It was her turn to judge.

“Aelin—” Chaol started, surely about to spew half-assed apologies, or perhaps some sort of explanation, as if Aelin hadn’t just seen what she’d seen.

“No,” Aelin snapped, interrupting him. “You don’t get to talk right now. There is nothing you could possibly have to say.” She stalked forward, ignoring the dismay on Yrene’s face and focusing solely on the garbage that was her boyfriend.

“You are controlling, and judgy, and hateful, and pathetic,” Aelin seethed. “You were a downright pisspoor excuse for a boyfriend. And now you kiss some other girl as if I’m not enough for you. As if you deserve more.

“Well guess what, Chaol.” Aelin took another step to make up for the step he took back. She wanted to be right in his face. “I’m way out of your fucking league and you were lucky to have me. And now you don’t anymore.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

Aelin punched him.

Her fist came out of nowhere, surprising all three of them, including herself, but she carried it through regardless. Aelin landed a blow right on his nose and she preened in the sound of the brutal crack.

Chaol bent over, his hands flying up to his nose as a sharp cry tore from his lips. Aelin felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the sight.

“We’re over, Chaol. I should have dumped you a damn long time ago. So thank you for spurring me into doing just that.”

With that, Aelin spun around and marched away from him, turning the corner she’d come from and holding her head high as she put distance between herself and the mess she’d left behind her.

Her eyes widened as she spotted Rowan Whitethorn leaning against a locker, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

And gods, that look could only mean he’d heard everything, maybe even seen it.

“Remind me never to make you angry,” Rowan dead-panned.

Aelin burst into tears.

Chaol had cheated on her. Gods. If he was the best she could do and even he wasn’t satisfied with her, who would be? And now Rowan knew that no one wanted her. Her world narrowed around her, a buzzing noise taking over her hearing and her vision lost to the tears already flooding out. She retained some semblance of awareness trying to stay quiet enough that Chaol and Yrene, likely still just around the corner, didn’t hear, but beyond that everything faded to black.

“Hey,” someone—probably Rowan—said quietly, sounding a little unsure.

Aelin ignored him and wrapped her arms around her body, trying to fold in on herself.

Rowan, to Aelin’s utter shock, didn’t leave, or taunt her, or laugh. Distantly, she felt his hand on the small of her back, gentle but unwavering.

“Let’s get you some air,” he whispered, and Aelin didn’t respond but didn’t protest either as Rowan guided her presumably toward an exit. She moved slowly, tears still clouding her vision, but Rowan never let up, pushing her gently along.

Finally, Rowan opened a door, and guided Aelin through it. She left his conforting hold in favor of reaching for the wall and collapsing against it, sliding to the ground in a heap as sobs started to tear from her throat.

Aelin sensed Rowan kneeling beside her but didn’t acknowledge his presence. Every word she’d spewed to Chaol circled through her head on a loop like a broken record. And the longer she thought about what she’d said… the less she believed it. Sure, Chaol was a dirtbag. Lysandra had known it and while Aelin had ignored it in favor of thinking of his better qualities, he’d kissed another girl. But was Aelin any better?

How awful was she to have cared so much about appearances that she wouldn’t break up with Chaol before prom so she could have a good night, stringing him along for weeks? How wrong was it that she’d demanded so much of him, offering so little in return?

No wonder Chaol had cheated.

“Aelin,” Rowan cut into her thoughts of self-loathing. She’d almost forgotten he was there. And damn him, he was persistent. “Aelin, hey.”

“Go away,” she muttered, voice cracking pathetically.

“I’m not leaving you out here like this.”

Aelin sniffled. “Since when do you care?” she rasped.

“Just because we don’t get along doesn’t mean I’m hateful enough to leave you crying on the ground.”

“Well you should.” Aelin squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s the least I deserve.”

“What do you mean?” Rowan asked cautiously.

“I was an awful girlfriend.” Aelin’s voice, cut up with sharp breaths, was barely audible.

Rowan scoffed. “Bullshit. I may not have known a whole lot about your relationship, but when someone decides to cheat on their partner, it’s not someone else’s fault. Whatever you think you screwed up, he screwed up fifty times worse.”

Aelin’s sobs quieted for a moment as she took that blunt and wholly unexpected statement in, then picked back up in full force. “I’m just so,” Aelin choked out, “scared that I, don’t deserve, anyone better.” She ended this with her most pathetic whimper yet, but she was too far gone to feel embarrassed.

“It’s alright, Aelin,” Rowan whispered against her ear. She felt him sit on the ground next to her, his hands coming to rest on her sides, comforting but not overly in her space.

Aelin bit her lip as she tried to stop the flow of tears. “I can’t—”

She cut herself off with a sharp exhale. Her chest seemed to close up, physical pains shooting through her.

“Deep breaths, Aelin. I need you to breathe for me.”

Aelin choked on a sob as she tried to comply. Her fingernails dug into Rowan’s biceps as she struggled for breath but he didn’t complain, only continued whispering soothingly to her. Aelin’s head was so fuzzy she could no longer make out what he was saying but the gentle tone of his voice was like a lullaby.

Aelin didn’t know how much time passed, but at some point her panting slowed and the flow of tears lessened. She swallowed.

“How are you feeling?” Rowan asked, noticing the change, and Aelin appreciated that he didn’t ask if she was okay. She most certainly was not okay.

“Better, I think,” Aelin answered truthfully. “A little better.”

Rowan’s hands were still on her waist. His thumbs began making soft circular motions. “That’s good.”

Aelin sniffled. “I hate him so much.”

“As you should.”

Aelin’s eyes flickered up to Rowan’s. “Why are you being nice to me?” she whispered.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Not an answer.

Aelin shifted uncomfortably, smoothing her dress over her legs. “You don’t like me.”

Rowan stared at her with an emotion that Aelin couldn’t decipher for far too long, then replied, “Maybe you’re not as good at reading people as you think you are.”

He didn’t wait for a response before he stood, and Aelin realized that she’d somehow scared him away. Her head was swirling with confusion and having cried so hard she felt exhausted and weak, but she was sure that she’d said something to make Rowan leave.

Rowan reached for the handle, and Aelin braced herself to be left alone, but he only opened the door wide and pushed the wedge back to keep it there. He turned back around.

“What are you doing?” Aelin sniffled.

“Come here,” he said, ignoring her questions and protests as he reached for her hands and tugged her to her feet.

“Rowan—”

He silenced her with a glance. “It’s prom night. You can’t not dance on prom night.”

Aelin’s eyes widened as she realized what he’d done. The faint music that had been drifting through the crack was now clearly audible through the open door. Her lips tugged upward as she recognized an obnoxious pop song playing from the gym.

“Rowan,” she said softly, “you don’t have to do this. I’m okay, really.”

“That may be the case, but you need to know that you deserve a lot better than the asshole you brought here. You deserve a dance.”

Aelin wanted to protest more, to tell him she was fine and that he’d already taken care of her more than she could have asked for, but all words died on her tongue at that.

Rowan flashed her a wink and tugged her sideways. A startled laugh left Aelin and she began moving with him.

They tottered around without any kind of rhythm and it became quickly apparent that Rowan was even worse at dancing then she was. He didn’t seem to mind, however; he was grinning as he lifted his arm up to spin her around. Aelin almost tripped over her feet trying to turn a full circle, and Rowan laughed at her, but it wasn’t malicious.

Rowan was acting so out of character right now—he was being confusing and goofy and so godsdamn kind. But maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t so unlike him. Maybe she just hadn’t really know him before tonight.

Aelin pushed that thought from her mind—not because she didn’t like it, but because it was too much to process right now. Now, she just wanted to dance.

They kept moving, clumsily, avidly, shamelessly. Aelin was still crying, but she was laughing too. Her dress, that lovely dress, swirled around her ankles again and again.

The song ended and was soon replaced with another one, a slower one. Aelin almost asked if Rowan wanted to keep dancing but she could tell from the intense look in his eyes, one that caught her wholly off guard, that he did.

So Aelin released her grip on his hands and put hers on his shoulders.

Something dark in Rowan’s eyes flickered and he put his own hands on her waist. They began to sway to the rhythm, breathing slowing.

Breaking eye contact, Aelin leaned forward and rested her head on Rowan’s chest. His grip on her waist tightened and she felt his breath next to her ear.

They didn’t speak. They just danced, holding each other tightly.

Minutes passed, and the slow song bled into another. Aelin didn’t let go, and Rowan didn’t try to make her. Her mind, despite everything that had happened, was mercifully blank, devoid of thoughts, only noting Rowan’s occasional release of breath, tickling her ear, and the feel of his hands on her waist, rough but so very gentle.

Eventually, some immeasurable amount of time later, Aelin’s tears dried up completely, and the night started to rush back to her. She didn’t want to leave, ever. It felt like a snow globe, like she and Rowan were suspended in their own little world without a care for anyone else. But Lys would be looking for her, and Chaol…

Chaol had been her boyfriend only, what, an hour ago? And really, regardless of how it had ended, Aelin didn’t think staying here in someone else’s arms was fair to Rowan—or to herself.

Rowan seemed to notice her hesitation, and he pulled back.

Aelin looked up at him, and when their eyes locked, she knew this wasn’t going any further.

Rowan gave her a sad smile and took a step back. A rush of cool air washed over Aelin and she yearned for his warmth to surround her once more, but she stepped back as well.

“Rowan…”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“Thank you,” Aelin said, ignoring him.

“You don’t have to thank me. It was nothing.”

Aelin let out a sharp laugh. “You sacrificed your prom night to take care of me. That’s not nothing.”

Rowan shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that. I got to dance with a beautiful girl. That sounds like a decent prom night to me.”

Aelin blinked, then blushed. “I—” She cut herself off, suddenly unsure.

A moment passed as Aelin collected her thoughts. “Rowan,” she tried again.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“I’ll see you around.” Aelin took another step and reached for the door handle.

Rowan lifted a hand in farewell.

She gave him a soft smile as she stepped into the building.

The pain was still there, but it mixed with something much warmer now. And maybe if it took her time to heal, while someone new waited by her side, that was okay.

———

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[deadnightcoffeetime]

Nightmare-14

Chloe and Luke has arrived at the staircase, slowly sitting down as Chloe is still feeling the burning sensation. “How’s your back?”, said Luke. “Still burns.”, said Chloe. “Let me see what’s burning you.”, said Luke, Chloe places her hand held camera down, as she takes off her light jacket and removing her shirt, only leaving her bra on. “Do you see anything?”, said Chloe. He replies as he’s having a tough time seeing what it is. “Can’t tell, it’s too dark to see. Let me use the flashlight.”. Taking out his flashlight, he points it at Chloe’s back and is shocked to see something. In Luke’s wired camera screen, she’s been branded with the symbol. Like the rest of the female crew. Another 3 viewers has joined. “Whoa, that’s sick!”. “What is it?!”, said Chloe. “You’ve been branded with a symbol!, but you’re not bleeding”, said Luke. Chloe replies, as she’s concerned and shocked. “What? Show me!”. “Okay, hold up…”, said Luke. He takes a still photo on his hand held camera and shows it to her. Chloe freaks out. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”. Luke tried to calm her down. “Calm down!”. “How can I fucking calm down, when something branded me like a cow!!”, said Chloe. “Okay, okay. Just put your shirt and jacket back on. I’ll contact Ezequio again.”, said Luke. Taking out his walkie-talkie again, he contacts Ezequio. “Ezequio, are you there?!”. Nothing but static again. Frustrated by only hearing white noise, he tries again. “Ezequio!?”. Again, only white noise. Annoyed by the white noise, Luke also decides to see Ezequio in person. “C’mon, we’re going back to Ezequio!”. Luke gets up while Chloe grabs her hand held camera, she then gets up, as both are going down the stairs.

It’s 11:15 p.m., fifteen minutes before their first break. Finishing viewing the emblem, Constance holds on the emblem, as Susan wonders if the other female crew have been branded. Taking out her walkie-talkie, she calls the other female crew. “Joanne! Chloe!”. Nothing, no response. She tries again. “Joanne! Chloe!”. Still nothing. “Fuck!…No response. I suggest we check up on the others, since we’re not getting any response.”, said Susan. “Okay.”, said Ezequio. As they’re about to leave, the piano starts playing on the background. They’ve stopped, turning around wondering who, or what, is plying the piano. In Ezequio’s wired camera screen, shows Elizabeth alongside with four ghostly deceased girls, watching her play the Moonlight Sanata.12 viewers has joined. Surprisingly their camera aren’t glitching. Nervous, scared, and shaky, the three slowly walks backwards, hoping not draw out attention. The floor creeks, making Elizabeth stop playing the piano. Each of the ghostly deceased girls looks them, making them more frighten and nervous. The sound of a small thud occurs, making Elizabeth getting up, while the ghostly deceased girls are looking at them. Ezequio turns to see what was the small thud noise. He sees Constance has bumped onto a small lamp table. He then looks back, standing in front of him is Elizabeth. Scarring him, Susan, and Constance, on the process, Elizabeth’s face feature changes to demonic again, as she walks towards them. “RUN!!”, said Ezequio. They all start to run in fear while Elizabeth is still walking to them.

Across midway of the corridor, team 2 sees they’re almost about to approach the main hall, until Elva here the sound of crackling bones. She stops and looks back, sees nothing but darkness. Joanne notices Elva isn’t next to her. She stops also, looking back to see Elva staring at the dark. Cash stops, as Joanne speaks to Elva. “Elva, why did you stop?”. “Did you hear that?”, said Elva. Joanne and Casey looks at earth other. “Heard what?”, said Joanne. “I heard bone cracking behind us…”, said Elva. “Did you said bone cracking?”, said Casey. “Yes! I heard it beyond in the sark corridor.”, said Elva. The bone cracking sounds grew rapidly louder. Casey and Joanne grabs their flashlight, pointing the light towards the dark corridor. In Casey’s wired camera screen, shows the light revealing the same 4 ghostly deceased girls and the ghostly deceased woman, that they’ve encountered earlier, but this time, one of Elizabeth’s servants is present with the ghostly deceased victims. 10 viewers has joined. The servant is standing at the center of the corridor, as the ghostly deceased woman and girl with the knife, each stand beside the servant. The other 3 ghostly deceased girls starts crawling inhumanly like a spider with the bone cracking sounds, onto the walls. Two crawls on each side of the corridor walls, and one crawls on the ceiling while the ghostly deceased woman and girl, starts jerkingly walking towards them in a fast motion with bone cracking sounds as well. Horrified, they all scream. “SHIT! RUN!”, said Casey. Joanne goes to get Elva. “C’mon, let’s go!”, said Joanne. They all start to run, as the servant stayed behind while the ghostly deceased victims are chasing them

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[3x3-flowers]

What do I want to achieve this year?

I know we often see blogs with the achievements they wanna do this year and it’s so cheesy, but I wanna preface by saying that I have always been so intimidated by these people because they always listed down the biggest tasks such as saving up a lot of money, losing a lot of weight, meanwhile normal people know that it is much easier to save up a lot of weight and lose a lot of money. 

So, I wanted to lay down some actual challenging yet also achievable goals. Some of these goals can be very specific but…this is also kind of my list in my own blog.

Start and finish a commonplace book/journal

I'm not a consistent person when it comes to making journals, however I have been trying to put myself into a state of mind where I start reading again. It’s a lot for me to even start reading again because I’ve just been so busy with life to the point, I find it pointless to even start a book because every few minutes I just stand up and do something else. 

I'm the type of person who binge reads and binge journals. I put all my time and all my effort in a specific time slot to get myself situated and ready to create/read something, but when you’re a core member/facilitator/big sister/daughter of a disabled mother/honour roll student, you don’t really get that luxury of being able to just sit down. I find it really hard to spend time on myself, in fact that’s why I’m even considering going back to blogging on a regular weekly basis. I wanna finish something and be proud of it.

Focus more on my studies

Has anyone ever heard of the saying “don’t let schooling get in the way of your education”? Because if you have, chances are…you already know what I’m going to say. From personal experience, I find that school is a great way of introducing me to a topic, however it is not a good way for me to learn. I learn a lot more by self study and by interactions with other people. I have focused a lot on my school life and it has gotten in the way of things that I really like pursuing such as learning about economics, practising art anatomy, and teaching myself how to become a leader. All of these things, I often study and actively try to teach myself but due to the large amount of academic and school works, it has become quite a bother on my own education.

In this year, I wanna focus on self growth, thus I’m making room for self-education. I'm going to lessen some work load on my hands, if a project no longer feels like it's a good idea, then I’ll simply leave it. This year, I want good results, if not better.

Table at a convention

Tabling at a convention with my products, my art, and all that jazz…it has been a dream of mine ever since I stepped foot inside a convention hall. My very first con, I told my friend that we should get a table and sell at a convention hall. I feel like I’ve grown much as an artist, and though I know I still have plenty to learn, I think it would be about time for me to get in there. 

Though I do a lot of illustrations and cute drawings, I also sell other stuff like earrings and bracelets! I have a few ideas on what to sell and I’ll even make a product list if anyone asks for it, but essentially…I just have a lot of stuff to sell aka I have a lot of things I need to get rid of. I would love to do a table this year, and I would be down to participate in anything like that.

Build myself a LookBook

I have always been a big fashion person and I have gone through a lot of phases with my style, however ever since I started going to the thrift market and referencing a ton of “clean girl” looks, I’ve realised a big part of my style revolves on that fact that I might be someone’s grandma. I wanna make myself a LookBook aka I have to face my fear of taking pictures in public and actually take photos of myself. I wanna really hammer it into myself that I’m going to have to start accepting that I look like what I look like. This is a big project for me to finally start practising my body neutrality and to find a lot of peace in how I'm perceived.

Get my average higher

So…technically speaking, my average is already high. In fact my average is 1.2 during my last two semesters, and in our grading system…the total 100 perfect is a Flat 1. So to be complete about it, my grades are not bad at all. However, due to a mistake in my last sem…I got a 1.35 average and to me this was an atrocity. I would not honestly let that slide, if not for the fact that I worked hard to fix that grade, I worked perfectly. Day and Night, I did so the fact that I didn’t get the grade I wanted, it made me see red.

So this year, to rectify my mistake, I’ve taken it upon myself to actually try. To study and to submit all of my work properly. I could not risk it again and I will certainly never do so again, so this is to hoping I get a really high grade soon

After all those resolutions, this year my main goal is to be a better version. I think almost everyone always wants that, to just be a better person. To get better, to do better, to be better. It’s so easy to say and to put into a mantra but being better just takes so much hard work that when you do try to be a better person, everyone seems to try to mess you up. 

But that is what life is about and I want to enjoy it while I’m in my prime. I’m only 19 and I’ll be 20 this year. I wanna show who I can be, I wanna show everyone what I can be. I know this year will be tough, but when was any year ever any easier?

[bajisbabe]

# IT’S JUST A CIGARETTE

you need a cigarette but he won’t let you have one | Aki x Reader

warnings: smoking, kissing, Aki and the reader enemies if you squint, but the reader is eager to gain his recognition too, the reader is a lil’ naive, lil’ bit of a brat, lil’ bit of a crybaby, and sucks at smoking.

synopsis: Takes place during the mission in Chapter 15. Aki is your partner on said mission. While the others are away, patrolling the halls, you find that you need something to ease the stress, so you take one of his cigarettes. And he doesn’t like that.

song: none.

photo cred (left to right): 1 2 3

You and Aki have been paired up on a mission. Forced to chase down a devil that won’t stop running. And now, it has led you to a floor in which you’re trapped in some kind of labyrinth. And try as you might, you can’t seem to find an exit.

To make matters worse, you and Aki decided to stay behind while the rest of your unit patrolled the halls. Gradually, it began to feel like hours had passed and none of them had returned. Had you known it would take this long, you would’ve gone with them.

Of course, this situation is weighing heavy on your shoulders. It has been hours—or at least that’s what you think. You can’t be sure now that the clock has stopped. Aki has left the room momentarily to check the hallway, and you notice that he’s left his pack of cigarettes on the table.

So you casually stroll up to the pack and decide to take one, feeling no guilt as you doubt he’ll miss a single cigarette. You bring the cigarette to your lips, peering around to see if you can find what you need to light it. Unfortunately for you, he hadn’t left his lighter behind. And before you can find a lighter, Aki comes rushing in through the door.

And he is quick to ruin your attempt at finding some kind of relief.

“No.” He says, snatching the stick from your fingers and tossing it to the ground. He stomps on the tobacco with his foot, grinding it into pieces and staining the carpet below. “M’not letting you smoke that. It’ll rot your bones—”

“But you smoke it!” You whine, throwing your arms out in exasperation. You were stressed and needed something to take the edge off. Surely, a smoke wouldn’t hurt; even if it was your first. “You smoke all the time, and I—”

“I don’t care,” he cuts you off coldly, glaring at you from out of the corner of his eye. “If I say you’re not smoking, then you’re not smoking.”

You sit in silence for a moment, pouting some as you glance up at him from under your lashes. He has his back turned, looking out int the hallway to see if he can find your co-workers. You decide to take your chance then, reaching out for the pack of cigarettes and taking another.

Just as you’re about to put it between your lips, he grabs you by the wrist. His grip unyielding as he yanks you closer, “I said, you’re not smoking.” He grits out through bared teeth. “Why won’t you listen to me—?”

“You’re not my dad,” you say childishly. And before you can pull away, his grasp on you tightens to an extent that has your knees buckling. You crumple, hissing in pain as he works the stick from your fingers yet again.

“Don’t argue with me, stupid.” He spat, eyes blank as he took the cigarette from you. He pulls it to his lips, tugging a lighter out of his pocket and lighting the cigarette. He shows no remorse or guilt as you sit there, on the floor, rubbing your wrist as though the pain will go away.

He catches your eye for a brief second, causing you to look away. You despise him. You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s selfish, he’s crude, he’s mean, and he just overall doesn’t treat you very well.

You hate him.

But you have no other option as all the devil hunters have been paired up or assigned to someone else. You and him are a team now, you just wish you weren’t.

“M’supposed to be your partner,” you grumble under your breath. You don’t intend to cry, but you feel a lump forming in your throat and the backs of your eyes are burning. “Yet, you don’t even treat me like an equal.”

He takes a long drag of the cigarette, parting his lips to let the smoke swirl and curl in the air before his eyes. And you’re envious. Tobacco must serve him well if he has a habit of smoking. It must make him feel good or something. You want to feel good too.

“I’ll treat you like an equal when you start acting like one,” he says, quietly and calmly. He always seems so nonchalant about things, never feeling strongly about anything unless it concerns his past or the Gun Devil specifically.

Your nose burns as the room begins to fill with lingering smoke and the scent of tobacco. You try not to make a disgusted expression; trying not to prove his point that you don’t need a cigarette. But you can’t help it as a frown appears on your lips.

He notices immediately, an eyebrow raising and a subtle tug of his lips. But it disappears before you can see it. He approaches you, steady and fast. His waist bent as he sank to your level, “Wanna smoke that bad, huh?”

The smell is enough to make you seriously regret your decision. You try to shake your head, or voice that you’ve changed your mind. But he is already grabbing you by the arm and tugging you to your feet.

“Don’t act shy now,” he says, the cigarette wiggling between his lips. One hand clutches your shoulder, the other working the lit cigarette out of his mouth. You pull back but he doesn’t let go, his fingers holding the cigarette and pressing it to your lips.

You jolt, attempting to push him away. He doesn’t budge, pressing harder until you relent. And you have a split second to note that the tip is damp with what you suspect is his saliva.

“Breathe in,” he says.

You turn away, trying to escape the sudden burning of your lungs. He shows no mercy, clutching your shoulder harder and practically shoving the cigarette into your mouth.

“Breathe in,” he repeats. “Do it now. Show me that you’re my equal.”

His equal. So, that’s what this is about. Your lungs burn as you inhale, taking too quick of a breath and doubling over as he removes the cigarette from your mouth. You cough and gag, spitting up as you try to rid of the taste it left behind.

He again shows no remorse or guilt. He simply takes another drag from the cigarette, seemingly uncaring that the same cigarette was just in your mouth. He taps the end of it against the table, letting the ash fall as he watches you cough and sputter.

“You wanna be treated like my equal, right?” He said, eyeing you from the side. He watches your eyes become glossy and wide as you finally catch your breath. Cruel and inconsiderate and he pushes on with the one-sided conversation. “Then take another drag, and don’t cough it all out this time.”

He holds his hand out, the cigarette balanced between his long fingers. His expression is blank as he waits patiently for you to make a move. You can feel your eyes burning just at the thought of having to take another drag. You don’t even want to entertain his cruelty, but you desperately want him to treat you fairly.

… should you…?

You gulp thickly, throat itchy as you slowly reach out. But before you can touch it, he pulls the cigarette away.

“Uh uh,” he says quietly, no emotion present in his voice. “...C’mere.”

You blink back tears of discomfort, still trying your damnedest not to choke over the remnants of smoke left behind from the first drag. You bite your lip, hesitating. But eventually you come to him. And he beckons you closer and closer until you two are only a breath away.

“Here,” he mumbles. “Do as I say, okay?”

You nod, your eyes on him the whole time. And he feels a strange shudder run down his spine. Something about the way you’re looking at him and how obedient you’re being. He likes it.

“Open your mouth”—you part your lips for him, and he gently places the cigarette on the curve of your lower lip—“Now breathe in. Slowly.”

He watches you take another drag, your chest trembling as you fight back the urge to cough. And you succeed in taking in the smoke. A small smile tugs at his lips as he instructs you again. “Hold it…” his eyes rack over your face, focused intently at every little twitch and jerk. “Now let it all out.”

You rush the exhale, coughing and sputtering again but not as much as before. You don’t notice the hint of admiration in his eyes as he looks at you. There’s something he likes about you—something he never noticed before.

He could’ve sworn he disliked you before. He always thought of you as lazy, ignorant, and overly passive. But something had changed in the last couple of seconds. He liked you.

“Have I”—the rasp of your voice draws his attention—“Have I proved myself yet?” Your eyes are watering, one squeezed shut as you gasp and swallow. Smoking clearly wasn’t for you. But you were desperate to please.

Maybe that’s what he liked. How you seeked recognition. Or maybe, how you fought so hard to prove yourself to him when he was no one special. You must respect him then, if you serve to please.

The corner of his lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. He couldn’t, not with you looking at him. So close, mere inches away from your lips brushing his. And you seemed unbothered by the lack of space between you two. He would take advantage of your naviety to social cues later, but now he had something else in mind.

“No,” he said.

“No?” You repeated, having to clear your throat after hearing how ghastly you sounded. “Whaddya mean ‘no?’”

“I mean, no.” He said, shrugging as he walked past you. Only one or two steps away before he turned to you, having to bite back a cruel grin. He liked toying with you like this. It was nice, and it took the stress of the situation away.

Maybe, he would do this more often. You could have his cigarettes in turn, and he could play with you instead. He wouldn’t need the sticks if he had you.

“One more.” He said quietly. “One more drag and I’ll consider you my equal.”

You stood in silence for a moment, unsure of whether or not to believe him. What little you knew of Aki hadn’t brought you to believe that he was a bad guy. He didn’t seem like the type to toy with others, not that you knew of. But you didn’t know much it seems. Foolishly agreeing with a curt nod of the head, “Okay.”

You tried to snatch the cigarette from his hand, far too confident in your ability to do as he asked. But like before, he dodged you. Eyes narrowing as he gestured you to come closer. His fingers curl as you follow his lead.

“This one’ll be different.” He said.

“What?” You muttered. “Well, that’s not fair. Why should this one be different if the other two were—”

“You wanna be my equal or not?”

That shut you up. With a huff, you glanced over at him, waiting for further instruction. His heart stuttered at the sight of your obedience. You were listening to him and without fuss. He found it intriguing.

“C’mere.” He said.

You wanted to argue, to say that you couldn’t get any closer considering you were already as close as could be. But you didn’t bother, knowing he would likely just shut you down and cut you off again.

You pressed closer, your bodies brushing against each other. And for a split second, you thought about how bad of an idea this was. The devil could show up at any moment and you would be unprepared if you kept messing around with Aki. Or even worse, Denji and the others could walk in and you’d never hear the end of it. But you found yourself justifying the action with the simple thought that you could win Aki over like this.

You and him would be a team for real this time. And he would treat you as an equal and you could work so well together. Wouldn’t that make all this worth it?

You decided that you were going to go through with it, no matter what he asked of you. But you hadn’t been expecting it honestly—what he said next.

“I’m gonna take a drag, and then feed it to you, okay?”

You froze, eyes blown wide and brows furrowing. What was this, some kind of joke? You choked, and not on the smoke this time. “Very funny,” you spat. Your defenses coming up quick, you didn’t even think twice before saying it. “I’m not doing that—”

“Don’t you wanna be my equal?”

You stammer and stutter, unsure of what to say as he takes a drag from the cigarette, closing the space between you both quickly. You put your hands up as though to push him away. But you freeze again, body stiff as he grabs you by the jaw. He tilts your chin, working his tongue into your mouth with ease.

And you find yourself clutching onto his arms, as he tugs you closer. The smoke swirling out of the spaces where your lips don’t quite meet. Your lungs burn and your eyes itch, but you don’t pull away. Whether because of your eagerness to please or because of how good his tongue feels against your own, you don’t know.

But when he pulls away, your head is hazy and it’s hard to breathe.

“Breathe,” he reminds you, his large hand placed on the space just below the base of your neck. “Come on. Breathe.”

And you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You can feel the blood rush to your head, your face heating up. Why had you done that, why had you followed him so mindlessly?

What were you thinking? What if he told someone, or if someone found out? Would you be fired? He’s your mission partner, you can’t just—

“So? Now that you’re my equal,” He says suddenly, causing you to flinch. He raises a brow before continuing without much care. “Did that ease your stress or do you need another smoke?”

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

[redbeansoups]

Move-In Day

Cove Holden x Reader

In which Cove Holden helps you move into your brand new dorm, and wishes you farewell before your freshman year.

Takes place after Step 3.

*

Like it or not, your life has always revolved around one Cove Holden. One bright-eyed, silky-haired, infuriatingly endearing Cove Holden. It’s always been him, in everything you’ve done, forever a spectator and participant in one. You have never known a time without him: your classmate, neighbor, best friend and boyfriend-extraordinaire.

Even now, as you edge into adulthood, Cove Holden is all you know: seated beside you with one hand on the wheel, wavy hair tucked behind his ears, his eyes longingly on yours. He catches your gaze, and offers you a smile, full of sincerity as always.

The journey upstate had been a long time coming; a goal, ever-present, but inching along so slowly that you’d opted merely to brush it off. But as the summer of your senior year came to a close, your move-in day had sprung up on you like an unpleasant (albeit somewhat enthralling) surprise.

Cove, forever a gentleman, had insisted on driving you all the way. You’d argued against him, only to be shut down–and quite firmly at that. “If you’re going to be moving so far away,” he’d told you one night, “then the least I can do is go and see you off.” He was a much better driver than you anyway, you’d reasoned with yourself, and it’d be nice to have another pair of hands to unpack. The idea of flying alone didn’t quite appeal to you either, so, after hardly a moment’s hesitation, you’d agreed to let him tag along.

College, all the way up north–you can hardly believe you’d come so far. You’d dreamt of this for years, spent months drafting application essays and crafting resumes. Years of preparation and research, though, hadn't seemed to brace you for the anxiety to come.

Even now, sitting in the car with Cove, hands intertwined, the idea feels more like a dream than your living, breathing reality. But the car trudges along, movements never once faltering for your thoughts.

You’d be on your own soon–a stray left for dead. You’d be nowhere near Sunset Bird anymore.

Lost in thought, it takes you more than a moment to grow cognizant of your surroundings. The scenery has shifted, the sky around you having faded to a pale purple hue. The change in atmosphere is instant. High-rise buildings litter the skyline; the shopping districts, no longer limited to a single street, bustle with activity.

It feels, beyond anything else, unfamiliar.

Isolating.

Realistically, you are far from alone. Derek, having gotten his scholarship, lives right down the hall. Your parents and sister are always a call away, and your friends have never failed to remind you of their presence. And Cove, despite being far from technologically adept, is still a better texter than most–and a relatively consistent one at that.

These thoughts, at least, are reassuring.

But the fear remains–and all you can do is try and work alongside it.

You turn to Cove. The window has been rolled down; you feel the cool evening breeze against your skin, fresh and foreign all at once. His hands are running mindlessly through his hair, detangling the inevitable wind-induced knots. Your eyes flit down to his fingers drumming against the steering wheel, then lower down to his scar, the pale white mark running gently down his forearm.

Sitting there, so unaware of himself, sunset illuminating soft features–Cove is beautiful, in every possible way.

You smile, content.

*

The hours pass, and before you know it, you find yourself on campus for the first time.

You tap the keycard to your door, and it opens with a soft click. The two of you are met with the sight of the dorm, the yellow-tinted wood somehow even less impressive than the photos you’d seen online. Barren walls, popcorn ceilings, worn-down linoleum from decades past. Sparsely decorated as it may be, the room puts you at ease.

You let Cove move past you to enter. “What a joy.” You scoff at the drawl in his voice. “Where’d you say your roommate’s from?” he asks, his shoulders nudging the door wider. His set of boxes is significantly larger than yours, and he looks smaller than ever with the stack cradled against his chest.

“Florida,” you answer, following his footsteps.

“Oh.” He sets the cardboard down on the ground, the impact resounding with a solid thump. “I hope they won’t mind the mess we’re about to make.”

That draws a laugh out of you; you think back to all the times you’ve stepped into his room, only to find it a complete bird’s nest. “They’re not moving in until tomorrow.” Another thump resounds as you drop your own load. “We have time to clean. But don’t mess things up too bad, please. I’d like a good first impression.”

“No promises.”

You roll your eyes, and, cracking open the first box, begin the arduous process of unpacking.

*

“Well,” Cove says finally, brushing dust away from his hands. “I think that was the last of your stuff.”

Setting the last of your books in place, you take a moment to revel in your surroundings. Despite his messy tendencies, Cove had done a pretty good job–with your assistance, of course. All your clothes had been folded neatly up in the closet, and your posters were hung all over the walls, like a delicate reminder of home. On the desk sat two small photo frames; one with you and your family, and one with you and Cove.

“I guess so, huh,” you mutter.

There’s a weight in the air around you, and you bow your head.

There’d been too much to discuss. Hell, even now the topic was one you wanted nothing more than to avoid. The ‘what-ifs’ had littered your mind for months now, hanging over you like a constant reminder. And though Cove had tried his best to dispel them, they’d inevitably come back–and with a vengeance. You didn’t know what the future held, nor did you know whether the two of you would last. Uncertainty riddled your mind: what if he grew bored? What if the two of you lost interest? What if, after all your time together, the physical distance became too much?

His hand comes to rest on your shoulder. The gesture is light, gentle–a welcome pressure.

The tension dissipates.

You sigh, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze. There’s a softness in his eyes you’ve come to recognize as sadness. And there’s a warmth behind your own that threatens to grow hot, to liquify and pool before you. You choke back the urge to cry, stifling yourself by clearing your throat. “You’ll text me, won’t you?”

He chuckles softly at that, thumb stroking circles into your skin. “Of course. I’ll call you so often you’ll grow sick of me.”

“I’m counting on it, Cove.”

You give him one last hug, inhaling his scent and pressing your cheek to his chest. He smells like Sunset Bird, a mixture of the ocean and the beach and all the pleasantries that come along with it. His pulse, slow and steady, beats in your ear.

Devoting the moment to memory, you angle your head to plant a peck on his cheek. “Thanks for helping me move in.”

He grins at you. “Of course.” The expression sparks something strange in you, something equal parts melancholy and equal parts pride. You so badly want him to stay–you want to reach out, pull him down into the bed and sit right atop him so he might never escape your grasp.

“I love you,” you whisper, part-plea and part-farewell; you see the pain in Cove’s eyes. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, alright?”

He lets out a breathy laugh and, shaking his head, shoots you a smile. "I love you too."

You smile, and breathe him in just once more. Then, with one last teary kiss, you let go, and wish him a safe journey home.

You’re on your own now–

But you know he’s with you, always.

*

A/N: Another self-indulgent piece as always, because I've fallen in love with one Cove Holden. My freshman year of college starts soon, and I guess my worries culminated in this piece. Thanks for reading, though–I hope this was alright! Any reblogs or likes are appreciated!!

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas barrow x teen!reader - a promise broken

Part 6:

You and Thomas stayed sitting there until the sun began to set.

“We should head back, the detective has been sat there waiting for a few hours now.”

“I don’t want to leave…”

“We can come back tomorrow before we have to get the train.”

You nodded and stood up, picking up the photo you wondered over to the car and got in.

And just like he said Thomas managed to convince the detective to take you back before you had to get the train, and you looked at the place one last time.

Walking over to the crosses, you ran your fingers over the tops of them.

“I’ll be back…” you whispered.

With that, you left, and on the train you stared out the window again, watching as the scenery passed by.

You looked at Thomas, and you looked at his hand as he read his paper.

Thomas saw you looked and he set his paper down.

“I got it in the war.”

“What happened…?”

Thomas pulled the cover from his hand, and he held it out, showing the scars on his hand.

“It’s rather unsightly to look at.”

He put his glove back on, and you turned your attention back to the window.

“Scars show us that we’re stronger then that hurt us.” You said quietly.

Thomas smiled a little.

“I suppose I never thought it that way before.”

You didn’t reply and he went back to reading his paper.

The moment you were at Downton you had taken your case straight to your room and you sat on your bed, holding the photo in your hands as you looked at it.

You didn’t have to work again until the day before the family came back from their trip, so you still had time to process everything and think about it all.

The police never told you how they had died, but you already knew how it happened, and you knew who was responsible.

But you knew there was nothing you could say or do that would stop them.

You had no proof to start, and if you did tell them, you risked everything that you had been trying to protect.

Setting the photo down, you stood up and you went through all the papers on top of your bedside table until you found one.

Picking it up, you walked down the stairs and into the servants hall.

“(Y/N), how did it go?” Mrs Hughes asked.

You glanced around the room, and you walked over to Thomas, setting the paper down in front of him and you left without a word.

“What’s that?” Anna asked.

Thomas picked it up and he looked at it.

“It’s what the house looked like before the fire.”

He set the picture back down, and everybody came over to look at it.

“Wow it’s so pretty…” Daisy whispered.

“Did (Y/N) draw that?” Jimmy asked.

“I guess so.” Thomas shrugged.

He knew you had drew it, he still had the other picture you had giving him up in his room, but he wasn’t going ti tell anybody that.

It didn’t have anything to do with them, and he didn’t see it as necessary for them to know about it.

I’m fact, despite them all asking him questions about how it went at the house and how the funeral went, Thomas gave them very little information about it.

The way he saw it was if he wanted to gain your trust, he couldn’t be telling them things you didn’t want to talk about.

So he didn’t.

Taking the picture, Thomas took it up to his room.

You began to come down a little bit more often over the following week, and Thomas came back down from serving luncheon to see you walking outside.

“(Y/N)? What’re you doing?” He asked.

You shrugged.

Thomas sighed and leant against the wall, and you stood there trying to figure out where it was you wanted to go or what it was you wanted to do.

You just stared at the floor.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked at him and gestured for him to come with you, so he did and you both went to go sit in your spot outside.

Thomas lit his cigarette and you looked up at the sky.

“Thomas…?”

“Yes?”

You turned your head to look at him, and you gave him a small ghost of a smile.

“Thank you… for not letting me go alone…”

“You’re welcome.”

You turned away from him and you went back to looking up at the sky.

You clasped your hands together and unclasped them, then clasped them together again.

Thomas tilted his head up to look at the sky as well.

“It’s blue.” He said.

“Blue..?”

“It’s… it’s a soft colour, bright, but not too bright. And it changes.”

You looked to Thomas.

You gazed at him in curiosity.

“So it’s not always blue…?”

“Well, when the sun rises and it sets, the sky changes colour with it. What colour is the sky to you?”

You looked back at the sky.

“A light grey colour.”

“What about when the sun sets?”

“It gets darker, and then black. Is the night sky black?”

“Yes it is.” He chuckled.

You looked at Thomas and you furrowed your brows a little bit in thought.

“What colours does it change to?”

“Well, red, orange, purple, pink, those are just a few.”

“That’s a lot of colours…”

Thomas chuckled a little bit and you looked at him.

“There is a lot of colour in the world.”

“It all looks the same to me.”

Thomas nodded his head.

“Were you the only one born that way?”

You nodded your head.

“It’s okay though I suppose..”

You studied him for a moment before looking away.

“Is that why you draw in charcoal?”

“Yes, because then I don’t have to worry about making it look wrong…”

“You’re drawings are very good.”

“Thank you…”

“Where do you get the charcoal from?”

“When I clean the fireplaces…”

Thomas nodded his head in understanding, he had a feeling that was the way you managed to get it.

You picked up a fallen leaf and showed it to Thomas.

“Green, but they change colour eventually too.”

You looked at him confused.

“They don’t stay green?”

“Not in autumn.”

“To many things change colour…”

He smiled a shook his head at you, and you looked at him, tilting your head a little bit.

“What is it?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit and carried on looking at the sky again and he shrugged to himself a little bit as he stood up.

“Come get something to eat.” He said.

“Okay…”

You got up and trailed after him, and you walked into the servants hall and everybody looked at you and Thomas.

“He’s not bothering you is he?” Mrs Hughes asked.

“Must you always think so low of me?” Thomas asked.

“It is you.” Mrs Hughes said.

A few people snickered and you looked around before walking over to sit next to Thomas.

“He told me about colours…” you mumbled.

“Colours?” Alfred asked confused.

“Yes, colours Alfred.” Thomas snapped.

“No need for the tone.” O’Brian said.

“No need for pointless questions either.” Thomas responded.

“He was simply just asking a question as to why you were telling (Y/N) about colours. Surely she can see them.” O’Brian said.

You looked down at your lap.

“She asked a question and I replied.” Thomas said.

O’Brain looked across the table at you.

“What colour is this book?” She asked.

You glanced at the book.

“O’Brian!” Anna hissed.

You stared at the book long and hard, and you looked back down at your lap, heart racing in your chest.

“You can���t tell can you?” She asked.

“Leave her alone.” Thomas said.

“Why so defensive?”

“That’s enough!” Mrs Hughes snapped.

You jumped a little at the tone and Thomas looked at you before looking at O’Brian.

“She’s done nothing wrong to you.” He said coldly.

Everybody agreed and O’Brian stopped huffed a little, not talking anymore.

Thomas glanced down at you a little bit, and he opened his paper, covering your form from everybody on the opposite side of the table.

“Just breathe…” he whispered.

You nodded your head, focusing on breathing and the photos on the paper in front of you, and while you were focusing on other things you found one photo interesting.

You pointed at it.

“What’s that?” You asked.

Thomas looked at what you were pointing to.

“It’s an advertisement for a local fair that’s going to be happening.”

“Fair?”

“You’ve never been to a fair?” Jimmy asked.

You shook your head and he grinned a little bit.

“A few of us are trying to convince Mr Carson to let us go. I can take you.”

You shook your head.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Plus you should have better friend than the likes of him.”

“Leave them both alone.” Mr Carson said.

Everybody stood up and when Mr Carson sat down you all sat down to begin eating, and you looked at the meat on your plate.

Instead you picked up your bread and slowly nibbled it and you carried on looking at the photos in the paper as Thomas read it.

Finishing your bread, you sipped your tea and pushed your plate towards Thomas.

“Do you not want it?”

You shook you head and he took it, putting it on his plate he swapped it one of his two bits of bread and you immediately picked it up to eat.

“You don’t like ham?” Alfred asked you.

You shook your head again, and went back to looking at the paper.

Mr Carson stood up and everybody stood up, sitting down again when he left.

“(Y/N) can I ask you something?” Mrs Hughes asked.

You nodded and stood up, padding over to sit next to her instead.

She looked at you, and you briefly looked at her before looking away.

“He’s not giving you any trouble is he?”

You shook your head softly.

“No.. he’s been rather nice…” you whispered.

“Has he now?”

You nodded your head and you peaked around her to look at Thomas before glancing at her.

“He teaches me…”

“Like colours?” She asked quietly.

You nodded your head.

“I cannot see them…”

“I see, so he has been telling you about them?”

You nodded.

“Well, I can say I’m surprised, but I am glad to know that he is being kind to you and treating you well.” She smiled.

You nodded your head and you looked around the servants hall.

“Everybody treats me well…” you whispered.

“Well I’m glad to hear it.” She smiled.

You got up and instead of heading back to Thomas, you simply went upstairs and began to slowly wonder around the home, looking around.

The only part of the family left was Mr Branson, who you heard used to be one of the servants.

Walking around, you wondered into the library and you quickly stopped and tried to sneak back out.

“Hello.”

You froze and stared at the ground.

“I’m sorry sir…”

“That’s alright, you’re not the first person who’s come in here in order to explore. Go head, you can look around.”

You nodded and you began to looked around at everything, mainly at the many, many books that were like about.

“You’re the new housemaid, aren’t you?”

You turned around.

“Yes sir… I’m (Y/N)…”

“I’m sorry to hear about what happened.” He said softly.

“Thank you…”

He set his paper down and looked at you as you carried on exploring, stopping to look at different things.

“How are you liking it here at Downton? I can understand it’s a lot to take in all at once.”

You nodded your head, and Mr Branson smiled at you.

“You’re rather shy.”

“Sorry sir…”

“You needn’t apologise, I’ll go.”

“No it’s okay… thank you sir I’m leaving now…”

You left a different way and a moment later Mr Carson came in looking around.

You left the room and you stood in the hallway looking a little bit lost and unsure where to go now.

You saw Thomas walking with a tray full of things, so you walked over and followed behind him to find out what he was doing.

You didn’t say a word as you followed him back downstairs.

“You’ve got a follower.” Daisy giggled.

“I know, she’s been following me since upstairs.”

Thomas set the tray down on the table and he turned around to look at you.

“Do you want to help? Or are you just following me for no reason?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit and Thomas rolled his eyes, grabbing some things he sat down and you just stood watching as he began to polish the items on the tray.

After a few minutes, you sat down and you reached out, gently tapping one of the items with your finger before pulling your hand away.

Thomas moved everything to the other side so it was between you both, and he set a candle stick in front of you.

You began to copy what he was doing, and you found it easy, so when you finished your took something else to polish.

After a while you grew bored and you stood up, wondering away somewhere and Thomas shook his head to himself as he watched you go.

“Daisy make sure she comes inside for something to eat later.” He called.

“Okay!” Daisy called back.

Finishing up his polishing, Thomas took it all back upstairs to put back where he had taken them from before moving on to his next task

You on the other hand had only just opened the door when you came face to face with the mailman, and he handed out a single envelope before walking away.

Looking at it, you recognised your name on the back and you stepped back inside, closing the door.

And you went on a hunt for Thomas, listening carefully and checking all the rooms you heard people in until you found him.

“I thought you were going outside.” He said.

Padding over, you held the letter out to him and he looked at it before opening it.

“(Y/N), we sent this off ahead of time just as a precaution. They know we’re here, and they know you’re in England somewhere. Be cautious. They are looking for you, and we believe they’ve nearly found us. If anything happens, do not leave where you are, stay there, it is the safest place for you now.” He read.

You quickly took the letter back from him.

“What is that about?” He asked.

You raised a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet at you stared into his eyes.

“Please don’t tell…”

With that, you ran away before he could even reply.

Down in the servants hall, you tossed it into the fire and watched as it burned to ash before you decided to go to your room instead

[forever-rogue]

Only You (A Good Man)

A/N: Hello my sunshines! I’m back with another little installment of the AGM ‘verse with our favorite Javi and Dulzura! I love them so much and I’m glad y’all do too! This is just some sweetness - enjoy!  As always, comments and feedback are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! Xx

*can be read as a standalone or part of the ‘verse as a whole*

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

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JAVIER MASTERLIST

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“Dulzura?” Javier’s voice sounded concerned as he walked in the door and was immediately greeted by a large sigh from the dining room. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his briefcase by the door, pausing for a moment to reach down and pet Stevie. A quiet slew of curses met his ears as he padded down the hall to find you. 

He paused in the doorway, leaning against it as a small smile crossed his features. You were sitting at the head of the table, papers and fabric samples and flowers all around you. Your hands were threaded in your hair as you stared at everything with an exasperated expression. Even if you hadn’t heard him come in, you easily sensed your fiancé’s presence and looked up to meet his soft brown eyes. Tension seemed to leave your body at the sight of your lover as he strode over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Humming slightly, he looked around at everything that appeared to be the bane of your existence as he realized this was all for the wedding. 

“Hi Javi,” you relaxed ever so slightly as his large, skilled hands massaged your aching shoulders. Biting your lip, it became a herculean task to hold back your moans as he worked on easing the knots that had been plaguing you, “fuck Javi.”

“Normally you save that for-”

“Shut up!” you jokingly groaned as you put your hands on top of his and gave them a small squeeze, “such a cocky bastard.”

“And yet you’re marrying me,” you turned to face him but before you could do anything else, he captured your lips with his in a soft, saccharine kiss. That was definitely the best, and his favorite, way to get you to relax. 

“I’m starting to question that,” you huffed when he pulled back, a confused expression crossing his features. His heart instantly felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as he stared at you; sometimes this still all felt like some sort of fever dream and you weren’t actually real. Like you were a figment of imagination that he used to cope with the reality of everyday life. But then...you were there to welcome him home with open arms every night. You were there, warm, soft, and gentle next to him every morning; sometimes you even woke him with gentle touches and kisses. You were here now, in his hands, literally and metaphorically, the ring on your left hand catching the light perfectly as he grounded himself and forced himself to remember that this was all real. 

You noticed the momentarily distressed look on his face and shook your head, “oh, Javier, no! You know I didn’t mean it like that, my love. If there is one thing in this world I am sure about - it’s you. I just...I don’t know about all of these wedding planning. It’s starting to drive me crazy.”

“I feel like I haven’t helped,” he sighed as you slammed the book of cake photos shut and pushed it away and quickly stood up. Javier wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms as you buried your face into his neck and inhaled his familiar scent; an instant sense of comfort and relaxation washed over you, “I’m sorry for not being more helpful. I’ll make more of an effort - this isn’t all your job.”

“It’s just...who knew that planning a wedding takes this much time and effort,” you groaned as you thought about all the plans you still needed to finalize and settle. It seemed like a task akin to an odyssey and you weren’t sure if it would ever come together, “all this trouble - and for what? One day of celebration for the people in our lives? To prove to them that we love each other?”

“It’s still months and months away,” the ex-DEA tried his best to reassure you as you just huffed with a bout of sarcastic laughter in his shoulder. He’d been through a lot of shit - seen even more - and yet none of that seemed as daunting as planning a wedding. Needless to say, he hadn’t played a big part in planning his first wedding, the one that had never happened thanks to him. It was all for the best, he’d come to realize over, because all of this had led him to you. He kissed your cheek, “we’ll get it all done.”

“I hope so,” you groaned lightly, deciding to push the thought of more planning out of your head; at least for this evening, “come on baby, let’s go out tonight, what do you say? I want a break from all of this, and I’m sure you’re just as tired.”

“Sounds perfect,” he beamed at you, “how about I take my wife to her favorite restaurant and then a movie?”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” you grinned at him before gently kissing his nose, “only one problem…”

“Oh?”

“I’m not your wife - not quite yet,” you reminded him as he just responded with a hearty laugh, “and who knows when it will be at this rate!”

“Relax, Dulzura,” he whispered as he held you close, “it will happen in time, just as it was meant to, I promise.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Fuck,” you could barely hold back your moan, biting on your bottom lip so hard you were sure it would bleed any moment as Javier buried himself between your legs. He hummed in content as you reached down and hand a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “Javier, right there - please.”

“Always taste so good,” he whispered as he pulled back for a moment and kissed along your thigh; you were so close, and he knew exactly what he was doing - getting you closer and closer and then drawing out your orgasm. Sometimes you could kill him for doing so, but tonight it felt just right. He licked up your soaked folders, nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a man starving, “just like fucking candy.”

“Jesus,” your eyes snapped shut as he added in two fingers, curling them just right to find your sweet spot. He moved his free hand to your hips as he tried to keep you still as you writhed under him, “so close, Javi.”

“Then you need to cum for me,” he insisted with a wicked smirk you could feel against your skin, “come on baby.”

“No, no, no,” you tugged lightly on hair, pulling his face away and causing him to look at you in confusion, “want you inside of me - want you to cum in me.”

“Shit,” he made a low, almost visceral sound as he hastily worked to pull off his jeans and threw them into the heap that contained your clothes. You reached for him and brought him up to your lips, kissing him as though your life depended on it, making it a point to leave marks that everyone would see, letting the world know he was yours. He moaned into your mouth as he lined himself up at your entrance before slowly pushing in. His eyes closed as your tight, warmness hugged him perfectly, “fuck, you feel so perfect - always do.”

“I love you,” you whispered softly at him, as he buried his face into your chest, “only you, Javier.”

"I love you, Dulzura," he kissed along your jaw as he set a languid, slow pace, hitting it right with every thrust. You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to your lips and you could practically feel him smiling against you as he worked to pull small moans. And then - it hit him.

"Let's get married tomorrow."

"W-what?" it was somewhere between shock and a moan as Javier rolled his hips in a particularly deep thrust. He pulled back slightly and judging by the look in his soft brown eyes, you could see he meant it. This wasn't just some spur of the moment thing he'd decided on in the throws of passion. 

He slowly switched positions so he was lying on his back and you were on top. The newfound angle made your eyes almost roll back as he stared at you in reverence. His large hands found purchase on your hips as you slowly bounced on his cock. His hips moved in time with yours, "I mean it. Let's just get married - fuck. Want to call you my wife already."

"Javier," you looked down at him with searing intensity before leaning down to kiss him. You could feel him start to twitch within you as your velvety walls started to clamp down on him, "I'm gonna-"

But you didn’t get a chance to say anything else as your orgasm washed over you, and nothing but soft mewls and moans spilled from your lips as you kissed him. Javi was close behind, filling you up with his hot cum, as he pulled you down to body and held you tightly. 

The two of you stayed like that for some, trying to catch your breath and slow your racing heart as he continued to kiss you silly. It was such a tender thing, but so sweet and intimate that you never wanted it to end. 

Once you came down from your high, you pulled back and grinned at him, nuzzling your nose against his before kissing him again. 

“Did you mean it?” you asked him gently as a grin spread across his features and he nodded slowly, “you really want to skip the whole wedding and just go and get married at the city hall?”

“Mhmm,” he promised, “planning a wedding...it’s so much stress and time, and for what? Other people? We already know we love each other and we’re not going anywhere, what does it matter? This is for us.”

“Our families will be pissed,” you laughed as he just scoffed and shrugged his shoulders, “but they’ll get over it. I love you, Javier - and nothing would make me happier than being your wife. Let’s do it.”

“You’re sure?” he put his hand on your cheek as you nodded, “I don’t want you to do this and then regret it. If you want a big wedding, I’ll get you the biggest fucking wedding you could want.”

“I just want you,” you beamed at him, running a hand through his dark curls, “just you. Maybe we can have a big barbecue or something later once it’s all said and done. Besides, the whole thing just seems overrated, you know?”

“You’re perfect,” he whispered as you rolled off of him and stood up, nodding towards the bathroom. He wasted no time getting up, knowing exactly where this was going, “you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

“Hmm,” you mused thoughtfully before sticking your tongue out at him, “there’s one more thing I want to tell you.”

“Go on…” he quirked an eyebrow before you began pulling him into the bathroom and pointing at the small trash can. He studied it for a moment before realizing what was at the top, “really?”

“Uh huh honey,” you grinned and kissed his cheek as you glanced at the birth control that was placed on top, “we’d talked about it and said after the new year we could...try but not try. And well...I’m ready if you are, Javi.”

“I love you,” he looked back at you with wide, soft brown eyes. The ones you’d loved for what seemed like an eternity now, “fuck...yes. I want this, all of it - with you.”

“Me too,” you grinned back at him, “me too, Javier. You are the best man, and nothing you say or do will ever change that.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

"Baby," Javier poked his head down the hall as he looked at his watch. There wasn't even a time you had to be at city hall or anything but he was...nervous. Gods, he was so nervous. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd ever felt like this before. He hadn't.

"Almost done, Javier," you called back to him as you finished putting your earrings in and turning back to your mirror. You let out a breath as you looked yourself over; your whole body was trembling with anxious energy. But you'd dressed the part and were happy with how you looked - you hoped Javi would like it too, although you could have worn an old potato sack and he would have called you beautiful. A creak from the floorboards caught your attention as you laughed, "no peeking, my love! Its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

"Are you planning on keeping me blindfolded on the drive? Are you going to drive Miss Gets Lost in Our Neighborhood?" you could practically hear the smile in his voice as you sighed dramatically. You finished off your hair before slowly opening the door.

"Close your eyes!" you insisted for just a moment before moving into the hall and stopping in front of him. Reaching over, you slowly grabbed his hand and held it tightly in yours, "alright. You can open!"

And he opened them ever so slowly as soft brown eyes studied you with intense scrutiny.

"Wow," he was almost speechless as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

"Is it too much?" you asked as your cheeks warmed up, suddenly wondering if you'd made some sort of mistake and gone too far. Javi beamed at your with a fervent shake of his head as he pulled your towards him, lips ghosting over yours as he tried not to mess up your lipstick.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he promised, "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

"Now you're just being dramatic. You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome," you laughed at his praise, but relished in it nonetheless. You'd picked this particular green dress on the whim that he might like it. It had been hanging in your closet for some time, and you'd never had the occasion to wear it before. What better day than your wedding day? He just sighed contentedly as you fixed a few stray hairs and straightened his tie. It was a simple black suit, but gods, he looked handsome as ever and it nearly made your hair stop, “ready?”

"Definitely," he promised as he slipped your hand into his and started to tug you towards the door, "you ready?"

"Almost! Hang on," taking a step back, you smiled as you held up your hands in the shape of a camera and pretended to snap a picture when he laughed, "I'm taking a mental picture - of my husband on our wedding day."

“Husband,” his smile was infectious - brighter than you had ever seen and you swore you fell a little more in love then and there, “I like the sound of that. Come on - let’s get married.”

“You know this doesn’t change anything between us, right?” you asked as he held the door open for you, “I’m still going to love you just as much. It’s just a piece of paper.”

“And yet...it feels right,” he shrugged as you made sure the rings were in his coat pocket as he opened the car door for you. On your seat was a beautiful bouquet of vibrant tulips in your favorite colors. A small sound of surprise left your lips as your eyes immediately stung with tears, “w-what? You don’t like them?”

“I love them,” you took them in your arms and clutched them to your chest, “they’re perfect. I love you - you didn’t need to do this, Javier.”

“I wanted to,” he insisted, with a kiss as he went to the driver’s side, “every bride needs some flowers on her wedding day.”

“Who knew you were such a sappy traditionalist?” you snorted as you climbed in, “big softie.”

“Cállate,” he jokingly shushed as he turned on the car and drove towards city hall. This was it - later this afternoon you’d officially be Javi’s wife - Mrs. Peña. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

"And do you, Javier Peña, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Javier grinned at you, his single dimple proudly on display. He slipped the simple golden band onto your finger, snugly next to your engagement ring. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you looked at the matching band on his finger.

"I do," he was confident; in all honesty he had never been this sure about anything else. 

"Then I pronounce you man and wife," the officiant nodded at the two of you before Javi leaned over and kissed you gently. 

It all felt so surreal - like you were going through everything in a daze. Javier's hand was holding onto yours, fingers laced together as you both signed the marriage certificate and received multiple congratulations from random strangers. It seemed like it all went by so fast, a blur as you became husband and wife.

Before you knew it, you were walking out of city hall and clutching onto his arm and giggling at something he said. Before you could get back in the car, Javier let go out of your hand and took a few steps back. You gave him a confused look before quickly realizing what he was doing; he held up his hands as he pretended to take a photo.

"First picture of my wife," his voice almost cracked as he watched you pose and hold up your flowers. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, "perfect."

"Javier," you threw your arms around him and held him tightly against you, burying your face into his neck, "I love you so much."

"I love you, Dulzura," kissing the side of your head, he picked you up and spun you around, "all mine forever."

"I was already yours forever," you promised him, "always - from the start."

"From the start?" he chuckled warmly as you nodded, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his new wedding band, "even when I was your professor?"

"Mhmm," you reached up and cupped his cheek gently, "even back then. First the first moment when I thought- oh no he's hot to when you got mad at me for coming into your office to when you got me the tea."

"Ahh," his hands found purchase on your face as he leaned into you, "back when I was a complete asshole."

"It only lasted for like fifteen minutes," you smiled against his lips, "and I was a goner. I've loved you for a long time, Javier, when I didn't realize it."

"Shit," closing his eyes, he gently pressed his lips against yours, "and to think I felt guilty about thinking you were beautiful when I first saw you."

"You did?!"

"Uh huh honey," he repeated your favorite phrase softly, "I couldn't get you off my mind for...well since then. Nothing's changed. I loved you then and still do. It was easy I think, to fall in love with you - it just happened."

"I love you," you whispered before pulling him in for a long saccharine kiss, "so much, Javier. You are everything. You have made me the happiest woman in the world."

"I love you," he repeated softly, his hands on both sides of your face as he studied you,  "mi alma, mi vida -  my wife."

»»————-　♡　————-««

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[that80sslytherinwrites]

Missing Sketchbook, Please Return to Artist (Neil Perry x fem!reader)

requested by @i-am-lost-and-need-a-map

Welton was pretty quiet once classes were done for the day, at least it was quiet in the school where the classrooms were as all the boys were either studying or goofing off with their friends outside.

  The dead poets trailed after Neil as he went down the empty and quiet halls in search of Mr. Keating. They rounded the corner and Neil knocked on Mr. Keating’s classroom door. They didn’t get a response, but the door wasn’t full closed, and it swung open at the force of Neil’s knocking.

  Neil poked his head through the opening of the door. “Mr. Keating?”

No response.

  “Mr. Keating?” Neil called again, slowly opening the door farther and stepping inside the classroom.

  “I don’t think he’s here, Neil,” Meeks said.

  Neil walked into the classroom, through to Keating’s office. The door was shut, and Neil rapped on it, which elicited no response. He tried the handle, only to find it locked.

  “What do you have to talk to Mr. Keating about so urgently anyway?” Cameron asked and sat down at one of the desks.

  Neil shrugged. “Nothing.” He wandered back down the aisle between the desks, heading for the door when he spotted a book flopped open on the floor of the classroom, nearly hidden from sight. He bent down to retrieve the book, flattening the pages back to their original state.

  “What’s that?” Todd asked.

  Neil shrugged. “I just found it on the floor. It looks as though someone dropped it without noticing.” He flipped open the cover in search of a name. Instead of a name he found intricate and beautiful sketches of himself and his friend on the first page. Curiosity getting the better of him, Neil flipped the pages of the book, inspecting the several sketches of him and his friend, but mostly him he noticed.

  “Woah,” those a really good,” Meeks commented, poking his head around Neil’s shoulder to look.

  Neil placed the book on top of a desk, and they crowded around it as he flipped through the pages.

“That’s kind of creepy,” Pitts stated. “Whose sketchbook, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Neil said. “There’s no name in here. It just says ‘if lost please return to artist’.”

“What’s written next to the pictures?” Charlie asked.

  Neil inspected the swoopy lines next to a picture of Todd. “It’s poetry.”

“Original?” Knox asked.

  He shook his head. “No, this one’s Shakespeare. I guess it’s just whomever drew these felt fit the pictures.”

Knox flipped the page of the sketchbook to a page covered in sketches of Neil wearing his glasses, lines of poetry were scrawled between the photos. He leaned in further to read them. “These are all love poems.” He looked at Neil and smiled. “Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer.”

  Before Neil could respond they heard voices in the hall.

  “We should go,” Cameron said.

  The boys agreed and shut the sketchbook. Neil felt only a minor burst of a conscience to leave the sketchbook in the room where they found but as Pitts called that the hall was clear, and they sprinted out of Mr. Keating’s classroom he tucked it under his arm and shut the door behind him.

After dinner, the dead poets crowded into Neil and Todd’s room where they saw the sketchbook sitting on Neil’s bed.

  “You took it?” Cameron exclaimed. “Now they’re going to know that someone was in there.”

“Relax Cameron,” Charlie said. “A. no one will know it was us and B. it was on the floor, whoever forgot it probably doesn’t even know where they left it.”

Neil opened the book again to a page with a picture of himself drawn beautifully in the centre and surrounded by flowers and lines of romantic poetry. “Don’t you want to know who drew all of these?”

“You only want to know because whomever it is, is completely head over heels in love with you,” Charlie stated and flopped onto Todd’s bed.

  “I want to give it back to them,” Neil corrected.

  “Sure,” Meeks said and gave Neil and wink.

  “I’m sure they’re looking for it,” he argued. “If it were mine, I would want it back.”

For a week it was nothing but teasing as Neil searched desperately for the owner of the sketchbook. Neil had tried matching the handwriting with no avail, and then he began checking the art classes, he even asked Knox to ask Chris if she knew anyone who could draw well. She couldn’t come up with anyone that she knew had as good of skills os the one sin the sketchbook.

  “Still carrying it around I see,” Charlie said as Neil walked into the study room where the rest of them were procrastinating their math homework as Cameron slowly became more and more frustrated that they couldn’t understand this one problem.

  “Maybe you should just put it back where you found it,” Todd suggested. “Wouldn’t this person be looking everywhere they’d been recently to find their sketchbook?”

“Probably,” Pitts said.

  Neil sat down at their table and placed the sketchbook on top of it. “Maybe I should put it back.”

“But?” Charlie prompted.

  “But these drawings are really good, and I just want to meet whoever drew them,” Neil said.

  “Well, while you’re deciding on what to do, can you take a look at this question?” Cameron slid the textbook towards Neil.

  Neil glanced down at the problem before shaking his head and reaching for the sketchbook again. “I’m going to go put this back. Maybe if Mr. Keating is there, he knows whose it is.”

“Won’t he just then know we were snooping around his classroom without him there?” Cameron asked.

  “Mr. Keating probably won’t care,” Meeks stated. “And I figured the question out.”

Cameron’s attention was immediately diverted to math as Meeks showed him the solution.

  “Do you want me to go with you?” Todd asked.

  Neil shook his head. “I’ll be back soon anyway. Mr. Keating probably won’t even be there, and I’ll just put it on his desk.”

Neil left the room and wandered down the near empty corridors of Welton until he reached Mr. Keating’s classroom. The door was once again unlocked, and Neil stepped inside. It was dark in the room except for the fading sunlight streaming through the windows.

  Neil called out for Mr. Keating but received no response. Just as he suspected Mr. Keating wasn’t there. He walked up to the front of the classroom and placed the sketchbook on the desk just as the door of Mr. Keating’s office opened. He looked up and saw a girl standing in the open doorway.

  She glanced down at his hand that was still holding the corner of her sketchbook. “You found it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

  “This is yours?”

She nodded.

  Neil picked the book back up and held it out to her. She grabbed the book hurriedly and tucked it up against her chest.

  “You’re really talented,” Neil said.

  “Thanks,” she muttered.

  “Can I ask when you drew all of those? Those ones of my friends and I?” She blinked widely at him. “I sometimes sit on the lawn by the trees where you never notice me and draw you guys as you study outside. I hope you don’t mind. I just find it’s best to work with real—”

“It’s fine,” Neil interrupted her rambling. “I really like them.”

They fell into a bout of silence as they stared at each other.

  “The poems,” Neil started. “Are they a reflection of your feelings or are they just things you like?”

“Both,” she replied.

  “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Neil.” He held out his hand for her to shake it.

  She shook his hand, her fingers cold against his warm ones.

“How come you’re here inside Welton?”

“Mr. Keating is my uncle,” she answered.

  “Oh, so that’s why we found your sketchbook in here,” he said.

  “I have to go,” y/n said. “They don’t want me spending a lot of time in here.” She walked past Neil, towards the door to the classroom.

  “Wait.” Neil ran after her, meeting her at the door where she had stopped for him. “Can I see you again?”

She nodded, her lips slowly creeping into a shy smile. 

  “This weekend?” he asked.

  She nodded again. “I’ll leave the address with my uncle.”

Neil nodded, face hot, and watched as y/n turned and left the classroom. He let out a sharp breath of air as he left the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Only three more days until he saw her again. He barely knew her, but after studying the pages of her sketchbook for a week, he felt he did and he was looking forward to seeing her again.

[writethelifeyouwant]

Come On

Pairing: Cordell x Reader 

Rating: 18+

Tags: Daddy kink, dom/sub, punishment scene, age difference, secret relationship 

Word Count: 3.2k 

Created for: @walker-bingo - Spanking | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Lingerie

Dividers: @firefly-graphics 

Your phone vibrates on your desk, the sudden noise nearly making you stab yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. You glance down and see Cordell’s face flashing on the screen, and you smile, accepting the call and hitting ‘speaker’. 

“Hey there,” you chirp as you return to doing your makeup. 

“Hi,” the smile in Cordell’s voice is audible. “So, I just heard from Stella that you’re coming over soon? Why didn’t you tell me I’d get to see you today?” 

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you giggle. Of course, you hadn’t told Stella that you were trying to surprise her dad by showing up unannounced, so it’s not her fault that she ruined your plan. You felt bad sometimes, keeping your relationship with Cordell secret from your best friend, but how are you supposed to tell someone that you slept with their dad – and that you plan to keep doing it? Plus, Cordell had been very insistent that no one could know about your relationship, so you couldn’t betray his trust by telling his daughter what you two had been up to for the past few months. The secrecy just made it hotter most of the time anyways, so you didn’t mind the sneaking around. 

“Well, I’m glad I get to see you tonight, baby girl.” The register of Cordell’s voice drops when he says your nickname, and you shiver pleasantly. 

“I can’t wait to see you either, Daddy,” you smile, smacking your lips together as you put the finishing touches on your lipstick and smile at your reflection in the mirror. 

“Do I get a sneak peek at your dress?” Cordell asks. You’d sent him an excited text from the store when you’d finally found the perfect outfit for your graduation dance at school, but you hadn’t let him see it yet. You pick your phone up and carry it to the closet where your dress is hanging on the back of the door, and you snap a quick photo of the corner of the bodice, so he can get a look at the deep, jewel tone colour of the lace. 

“Sent you a pic,” you call down the receiver of the phone as you set it down to pull on your stockings. You fasten the stockings to your suspender belt as you wait for Cordell’s reaction, and you tug the bustier you’re wearing back into place once you have everything on and clipped together. 

“You know how much I like lace on you, baby girl.” You smirk in satisfaction-- that’s precisely why you’d chosen this dress. “I bet it will look beautiful on you.” 

“Do you want to see what else I’m wearing tonight, Daddy?” You keep your voice innocent and coy, knowing he’ll take the bait. 

“Of course I do, darlin’. You know the rules, I always get a picture if you wear one of the things I picked out for you.” You smile wickedly as you arrange yourself in the mirror to show off the new lingerie that you’d bought especially for this night. Cordell is going to love it, but he isn’t going to be pleased with you when he sees it. The two of you have rules. He gets to pick out all of the lingerie you buy, and any time you wear it you have to send him a photo of you in it. Cordell didn’t pick out the set you’re wearing now, so you know you’re going to be in trouble with him later when you get to Stella’s house – and you can’t wait. 

You pose yourself in the mirror to highlight your curves, which are wrapped in glittering lace and ribbon details, and push your hand into your hair to muss it up for the picture. You take a few and pick one you’re happy with, sending it to Cordell with the caption ‘can’t wait until you get your hands on me in this 😉’. Then you sit back on your bed and wait for Cordell to receive the text. 

“Did you get it, Daddy?” You ask when he’s silent for a few moments. 

“Is that some new underwear, baby girl?” Cordell asks measuredly. 

“Uh-huh,” you giggle. 

“I don’t remember picking that out for you, angel,” Cordell’s voice drops in pitch, growing threatening, and you smile widely. 

“It was another surprise for you, Daddy,” you answer innocently, acting like you didn’t notice the change in Cordell’s tone just then. 

“I hope you were about ready to leave, baby girl, because I expect you here in 20 minutes. If you’re late, there will be an extra punishment, do you understand?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” your voice has climbed higher in excitement. 

“Good.” Cordell ends the call without a goodbye, and you know you’re in for it now. 

You ring the old iron bell on the porch by their front door when you arrive, with just a minute and a half to spare. Cordell opens the door with a friendly smile and ushers you into the kitchen with a call behind his back of – “Stella! Y/N is here!” – before turning back to you and giving you a quick hug. 

“Hey Mr. Walker,” you smirk, knowing it drives him crazy when you call him that. He rolls his eyes at you but smiles – from how he’s acting now you’d never know that he’s about to punish you for breaking his rules. 

“Come on, do a little twirl for me darlin’,” Cordell spins his finger through the air and you whirl around on your toes, demonstrating the movement of your dress. The hem flips up as you spin, showing off the slightest hint of lace and the tops of the stockings that you’d teased him with earlier in your photos. “You look beautiful, Y/N,” his eyes soften as he looks you up and down, admiring the dress, and you in it. 

“Thanks,” you blush, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. It astonishes you that he can still make you feel butterflies like this, just by saying something so simple. The sound of a door from the hall draws your attention and you look up to see Stella running into the kitchen, still in her bathrobe. 

“Y/N, you look so awesome!” Stella squeals and gives you a big hug. “You’re early, I wasn’t expecting you for another hour,” she laughs exasperatedly. 

“Well you know me,” you shrug, “I got impatient,” you giggle, your eyes flashing to Cordell, who smirks at you behind Stella’s back. He knows just how impatient you can be sometimes.  

“I’m still doing my hair, come hang out in my room,” Stella pulls you along behind her. 

“Yeah of course, but can I use your bathroom first?” 

“August is taking a shower, but he should be done soon,” Stella says. 

“You can use the one in my room,” Cordell offers, like you knew he would. “Here, I’ll show ya.” He moves in front of you and Stella, and beckons you down the hall after him. 

“Thanks, Mr. Walker,” you smile, and follow him to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Once inside, he shuts the door quietly behind you and his demeanor instantly changes. 

“So,” Cordell gives you a tight lipped smile, his eyes darkening as they once again rake up and down your body, but this time he lets the hunger seep through. 

“Sooo,” you draw out the word, moving closer to him and swirling your skirt around your legs as you go. 

“Someone decided to break one of our rules, hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at you stonily. 

“I just thought you’d like it Daddy,” you pout up at him. “I know how much you like me in lace, and I wanted to look pretty for you.” You press your hands against his chest and flutter your lashes, but you know this innocent act isn’t going to get you any mercy. 

“You look very pretty in it, but that’s not the point baby girl. We have rules for a reason.” Cordell smiles at you sympathetically and reaches out to rub his hands up and down your arms in a comforting gesture. The heat of his skin against yours makes you shudder, and you let him draw you closer to him. “So you know I’m gonna have to punish you now, yeah?” 

“I know, Daddy,” you nod meekly. 

“But you’re gonna have to stay real quiet, so Stels and August don’t hear us. Can you do that for me?” he checks. 

“I can be quiet, Daddy.”

“Okay, good girl,” Cordell smiles and lets you go, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. “Come on,” he twirls his finger in the air and pats his knee, and you go willingly, acting penitent but secretly loving this inside. You drape yourself over his lap, your ass in the air right over his groin, and you can feel the stirrings of his arousal beneath you. He flips the hem of your dress up, revealing the offending lace panties that had gotten you into trouble in the first place. His hands run over your thighs, pinging the suspenders against your skin and making you jump a little against him. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, chuckling. “So, how many do you think you deserve for breaking the rules this time?” 

“I don’t know, Daddy,” you squirm. As much as you love to provoke Cordell, and get him to punish you, you’re never good at this part. You hate how he essentially makes you ask for what you want done to you, which is exactly why he does it. 

“Well, it is your graduation dance tonight, so maybe I can go a little easy on you. Should we say ten, baby girl?” 

“Okay, Daddy,” you nod into your arms, which are holding you up on the mattress. 

“Alright then, count them off for me baby.” And without any more preamble Cordell brings his palm down firmly against your right asscheek. You gasp at the sting, wriggling on his lap. 

“One,” you say quietly, pressing your head against your arms and bracing for the next hit. It comes swiftly, his hand smacking your left side. “Two.” You can feel yourself getting wet now, and you know Cordell must be able to see the moisture seeping through the lace between your legs. The embarrassment at that thought makes you squirm even more, turned on by the humiliation that you like your punishments this much. 

Hits three and four come hard and fast, not even giving you time to count between them. Cordell’s big hand rubs across your skin to soothe you, and he gives you a moment to breathe before he doles out hits five and six – each harder than the last. Now you can feel the slick starting to drip down the crease of your thigh, and Cordell notices too, because he reaches out and draws a finger through the trail that’s winding its way across your skin. 

“What’s this, baby girl?” he coos from above you. 

“N-nothing, Daddy,” you stutter. 

“What a little slut, getting all wet for Daddy while he’s spanking you. You really are a bad girl, aren’t you baby?”

“No,” you protest quickly. “No, Daddy, I’m good, I promise.” You have to be good during your punishments, or else you won’t get your reward after. 

“Yeah? You’re a good girl?” Cordell teases his finger below the lace between your legs, brushing his fingertip through your folds, and pushing lightly against your entrance. 

“Yes, I’m a good girl, Daddy,” you whine, pushing your hips back against his finger. “Your good girl Daddy, please.” 

“Please what, baby?” 

“Please keep punishing me, Daddy,” you push your ass towards his hand, moaning when he digs his fingers into your flesh. 

“Alright baby, just four more for me, you’re doing really good.” You smile to yourself as you count seven and eight, pushing your hips back into the harsh contact each time, relishing in the heat that blooms in the wake of each slap. 

“Spread your legs a little for me baby girl,” Cordell pushes at your thighs, moving them apart himself. You let him position you how he wants, following the pressure he puts on your lower back and sticking your hips farther back, exposing the visible wet spot between your legs to the open air. A harsh strike lands directly over your pussy and you cry out briefly before you remember to muffle your voice against your skin. 

“N-nine,” you gasp, your pussy throbbing beneath Cordell’s hand, which is rubbing between your legs to soothe the burn it had just caused. 

“Keep quiet f’me, baby,” Cordell breathes, and you can hear how worked up he’s getting just from punishing you. You’re glad that at least you’re not the only one. 

He lands one more cruel spank over your pussy and you bite on your forearm to keep from crying out, whimpering a quiet “ten” into your skin as you squirm in is his lap, trying to press your hips into his fingers, which are brushing lightly over the sopping lace covering your core. He lets you press into him, rewarding you by dragging his fingers up to your clit and running a few teasing circles over the little bundle of nerves. 

“Did so good for me, baby girl,” Cordell whispers gruffly, stroking more earnestly as he teases you through your underwear. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whimper softly, thrusting needily against his fingers, trying to get more friction against your aching core. “Please Daddy, please,” you beg, not even able to conjure the words for what you need, you’re too desperate. All your brain can think is please, need something, need more. 

“Okay baby, c’mere,” Cordell manoeuvres you off of his lap and you stand on shaky legs before you lean against the nearby dresser for support. Cordell stands and follows you, undoing his belt and zipper, and pulling his hard cock out of his boxers. Your mouth always waters when you see it, and right now is no different. If you had more time you’d drop to your knees and suck him down – you love the ache you get in your jaw every time he fucks your mouth – but right now you both have a different goal in mind. 

Cordell lifts you and sets you on top of his dresser, so he can reach your mouth easier, and kisses you deeply. You moan against his lips, letting your tongues tangle together and reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging on it gently and giggling when he lets out a groan and bites at your lip. He runs his hands down your back and scooches you to the edge of the dresser, grabbing his dick to rub the tip against your centre, pushing your panties to the side as he does, so he can press into your entrance. 

When he pushes in, oh so slowly, you have to bite into his shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly. He fills you so completely, it feels like every nerve between your legs is on fire, and you would happily burn in the flames. Cordell gives a few shallow thrusts, probably not wanting to move too quickly and accidentally hurt you, but the dresser thumps against the wall with each movement, and he stills again, needing to keep quiet. In a flash, he’s hooked his arms around your back and lifted you up in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking him inside you as he moves the pair of you to the wall, pressing you against it for support and shifting his hands to grip your ass and hold you up. 

Slowly, he pulls out and pistons back in, testing how quiet your new position is. Satisfied that you can be sufficiently sneaky this way, he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusting, and this position has his hips dragging across your clit with every press forward. You bury your head against his shoulder and bunch your hands in his shirt. You’re just along for the ride at this point, letting him use your body to chase his own release, and you can tell he’s close when his thrusts get quicker, messier. He bends his knees a little to change angles and get a better grip on you, and on the next thrust in his cock drags right over that sweet spot inside you and you can’t hold in the whimper of “Daddy” against his neck. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl,” Cordell breathes against your ear, bucking his hips into you faster and faster, and you can feel your pussy start to twitch around his length, desperate to reach your peak. “I can feel how close you are baby, your little pussy feels so good squeezing around Daddy’s cock like that. C’mon and come for me baby girl, come for Daddy.” He ducks in to swallow your whines in a bruising kiss, and you let yourself come undone around him as he kisses you through it, drinking in your moans and letting them spur him on.

 As you come down, and feel yourself start to loosen around him, losing the strength in your limbs to keep yourself locked in place, you feel Cordell’s movements quicken, becoming jerky and erratic, and then they still as he holds himself inside you, grunting through his own release as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. When he’s finished, he slowly drags his head away from your shoulder and pulls out of you. Immediately, you feel his release start to drip from your entrance but Cordell pulls your panties back into place to catch the cum that’s leaking out of you now. The thought of going to this dance with his cum pooling in your new panties is deliciously wrong, and you love how dirty it makes you feel. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you smile up at him, and pull him down for another kiss. “I promise I’ll be good from now on.” Cordell scoffs, good naturedly but completely disbelieving. 

“Now, we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” he smirks down at you. 

“Well…” you muse with a teasing smile. 

“Yeah,” Cordell laughs derisively and places a short kiss against your forehead. “That’s what I thought.” He swats at your ass and pushes you towards the door to the bathroom in the corner of his bedroom. “Now, go clean yourself up and get out of here. Have a good time at your dance tonight.” You smile and nod, heading for the bathroom. “And, Y/N?” You turn and look back at Cordell, leaning against the dresser and watching you with a smirk. “You know the rules – I better get a few more pictures of you in those panties while you’re out later. I wanna see what a mess I made of my baby girl.” 

You grin, squeezing your legs together and feeling his slick pressing against your core. “Of course Daddy,” you smile. “You know me, I always follow the rules.”

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