#but i wanted sticky notes to help him remember things and that back wall is going to have matthias's art and love letters

[mattodore]

theo’s bedroom is slowly coming together

[missmeinyourbones]

"we were supposed to be just friends." and gojo please?

WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE JUST FRIENDS (s. gojo)

a/n: slightly suggestive, will they won't they (they will), mentions of alcohol, satoru can't not be annoying for like three seconds

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Everything feels hot. And it shouldn't.

Because it's the end of autumn and your dress flows down past your knees and the wine in your glass was supposed to warm you up but now Satoru is everywhere and everything feels hot.

He has you pinned against the wall, and how you got from the front door to the hallway, you don't remember, but his lips feel like fire as they dance along your neck and down to your exposed collarbone.

Even breathless and tingling, you know this is wrong.

You knew from the moment Satoru asked you out for a few drinks—as friends, he promised. The second he pulled your chair out for you at the bar, the moment you took too long to pick out a dress, you knew this was how the night would end.

Because while you and Satoru are supposed to be friends, that's never been quite the case.

With eyes closed and a heaving chest, you manage to pant out a pathetic, "This shouldn't be happening—"

"Y'know, I'm not judging you or anything," Satoru chuckles against your sticky skin, his lips moving faster than the speed of light as they crawl up your neck and below your ear, "but if that's your idea of dirty talk, we might need to teach you a thing or two."

When he gently paws at your earlobe, you disguise the wanton whimper as an aggravated sigh, attempting to paw at his broad shoulders and remind him.

"This is a bad idea, we both agreed that it's a bad idea."

"Impossible," he gently smirks against your jaw before sinking his canines into the bone with a smug exhale. "It's half my idea, and I've never had a bad idea in my entire life."

Wrong, you immediately note.

You can think of a minimum of seventeen bad ideas Satoru has had, and that's just off of the top of your head. And of those seventeen, at least ten of them ended up like this—with the two of you gnawing at one another like animals.

Still embarrassingly breathless, you try to regain the upper hand, "So you're just talking to hear yourself speak?"

"Well, I can think of a few sweeter things to say," he smoothly mumbles against your jaw, relishing in the way his teeth gently scrape the skin lovingly.

His (huge) palms find your thighs with ease, and just as he's about to lift you in his arms and inevitably fuck you raw against your shitty apartment wall, a miracle happens.

With every ounce of strength you have, you're able to push him far enough away from you to actually look at him. Both of you panting and warm to the touch, you're able to look into his eyes with a telling frown.

"Satoru, we are supposed to be just friends."

And though your tone is stern, his reply is light and airy as he leans back in, insistent.

"We are friends."

When his tongue prods at your swollen lower lip once more, you pull him back by his hair. Not missing how he whines at the tugging, you raise your eyebrows, unamused.

"You kiss all your friends like this?"

"Only the ones as pretty as you," he coos immediately, leaning back into your mouth. But your grip on his hair prevents him from reaching what he wants, and when he notices the stern look in your eye, he softens.

"No," comes softly from his chest as he pulls away to properly look back at you. "No, I don't."

You exhale deeply, catching your breath and attempting to firmly plant your feet on the floor. Satoru's listening to you, or at least he's doing a good job at pretending to, and your gaze can’t help but fall to his swollen and spit-shined lips.

"We agreed to take things slow, to be friends for a while and not rush into things like we—"

Conveniently, his eyes do the same and flicker down to your own distracting pout.

The words meekly crawl out from his throat when he practically whimpers, "But you're wearing that lipstick you know I like."

"I shouldn't know you like it," you coldly remind him, "because we were supposed to be friends."

Satoru moves his hands from your thighs to your hips which, believe it or not, is a conservative improvement for him. Though his hands made a safe choice, his eyes falter back down to your neck when he presses a feathery kiss to your pulse point.

"Baby," he coos and you despise that you feel yourself clench around nothing. From a sixth sense or eye, Satoru somehow knows, because he smirks against your skin and brings his attention right before your lips.

"From the moment we met, we both knew we were never gonna be just friends."

He doesn't give you the privilege of a kiss, but lingers just above your lips as if his infinity is still on. You know enough to know it's off, it always is around you, but with the way he's so close and denying you his actual touch, you don’t quite know the difference.

When you don't answer, he prompts you tenderly. "Right?"

Stubbornly, you turn your head to look away from his stupid face, but all that does is further expose your neck to him.

Practically singing with mockery, Satoru's tongue dances along your jaw when he grins.

"Your silence is more telling than you think."

You gently shove him off of you, rolling your eyes in frustration at his cocky (yet correct) statement. He jokingly stumbles back at your shove, hand over his heart as he huffs out a whine.

"I can't stand you," you grumble.

With a shit-eating grin, Satoru sighs and lays back on your sofa, spreading his legs comfortably wide and patting his thick and barren thigh.

"Then come sit."

[steddiealltheway]

Part Three of The Danger of Romanticizing. Part One. Part Two. Ao3 Link.

Over the next few days, Steve asks Robin to tell Eddie he says hi, adding it to his morning routine. And every day without fail, he gets a responding hi back. Sometimes, he even gets a question about what the polo of the day is. Robin starts shoving Steve sticky notes to write down whatever he wants to say which she hands off to Chrissy. 

He finds himself looking forward to the notes whenever he gets home, fingers tracing over Eddie’s slightly sloppy handwriting before sticking them to his wall. 

On Thursday, Steve comes home to find Chrissy sitting on the couch with Robin, fingers intertwined as they appear to do their separate class readings. “Hey,” Steve says, hoping that they’re not too deep into the studying zone. 

Chrissy gives him a bright smile and says, “Hi, Steve.” 

Steve can’t help but glance around, trying to find some trace of Eddie in the place. For some reason, he thinks that he would know if he was there. 

“He’s out with his... friend,” Chrissy explains, giving Steve an apologetic smile. 

Steve nods. “Right, the sort of boyfriend.” 

“I wouldn’t call him that,” Chrissy says with a slight frown. She shakes her head and turns back to her work. 

Robin stares at her girlfriend for a moment before asking, “How come you never talk about him?”

Chrissy glances at her and her expression immediately softens. Steve feels like he finally understood the phrase “heart eyes” when he first saw the way Chrissy and Robin look at each other. 

“I haven’t met him yet. But Eddie doesn’t have the best track record with guys. I mean, he deserves the world, but he doesn’t understand why. I used to make him recite these affirmations to try to make him understand his worth, but he’s Eddie, you know? A lot of those deep emotions he deflects with jokes.” Chrissy sighs and holds up a packet of paper. “Sorry, I’m currently learning about coping mechanisms.” 

“No apologizing, remember? You’re allowed to talk about the things you’re passionate about,” Robin gently reminds her. 

Chrissy leans over and plants a soft kiss on her cheek. “Thank you,” she says softly. 

Steve turns away as he watches Robin blush and duck her head. He resists the urge to make a comment that will ruin their moment and instead goes to the pantry and pulls out a box of pasta. He silently starts on dinner contemplating if he can pry about this mystery man in Eddie’s life through the sticky notes. 

“Oh, Steve!” Chrissy says over her shoulder. 

“Yes?” 

“Eddie said that he’s sad to miss you and he hopes he can see you again soon.” 

Steve smiles. “Tell him I hope I can see him soon.” 

“Will do,” Chrissy replies with a bright smile. 

And god, Steve really hopes he can. 

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next morning is rough. 

Steve sleeps through his alarm and in the process of rushing out the door he forgets to write Eddie a note and spills a cup of coffee on himself on the drive to work. 

He walks in pressing napkins against his shirt, trying to soak up some of the liquid. Of course, this is the day he decides to wear a light pink polo. 

“Nice look, Harrington,” Collin says loudly, causing everyone else to look up from their desk at him. 

He already gets enough shit for being the boss’s son, so he’s sure that today will be worse than usual. 

And it is. 

It’s like everyone teams up on him to make jokes pretending to trip while holding coffee mugs in their hands. It gets old pretty fast, especially when his co-worker Aidan actually ends up pouring more coffee on him while he’s talking to a customer. And while he’s cleaning up again, Collin is able to swoop in and swindle his customer. 

It’s all bullshit. 

When the workday ends, he tries to grab his stuff and stalk off to his car quickly, but Collin manages to get in a quick, “Better luck next time, champ.” 

Steve ignores him but he can’t help but feel like the final straw was broken for him. 

He gets stuck in traffic and wants more than anything to just get home, shower, change, and put on a shitty movie. When he finally gets to his apartment, he manages to drop the keys while unlocking the door twice before pushing it open only to find Robin standing on the other side. 

“How was work?” she asks overly bubbly. 

“How do you think it was?” Steve asks gesturing to his shirt. 

Robin cringes and teases, “Clumsy day?” 

“Not now, Robin,” Steve sighs, trying to take his shoes off quickly. He finally gets them undone and finds that he’s wearing one navy and one black sock. 

Robin points down to them and laughs. 

“Seriously, Robin, I’m not in the mood,” he says and crosses his arms. 

Robin grabs onto his arms with a bright smile and says, “But I have a surprise for you.” 

Steve sighs and ducks his head, trying to make his way past her. 

“Hold on!” Robin says, blocking his way. “God, you reek of coffee.” 

For some reason, the comment really gets to Steve, and he snaps, “Can you just fucking give me some space?” He storms past her and rounds the corner to his room only to find that they’re not alone. 

He looks up and takes in Chrissy and Eddie standing in the living room looking extremely uncomfortable. 

“I...” Steve starts then turns around mumbling, “Fuck,” under his breath as he practically runs out the front door, grabbing his shoes on the way out. He jogs toward his car and pulls on the handle, realizing it’s locked. He digs into his pocket and mumbles, “No.” He checks his other pocket and comes up with nothing. 

Of course, he left them on the hook by the front door. 

He quickly puts on his shoes, wincing when he feels a rock in his right shoe. He sighs and digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. He knows he shouldn’t run. He always runs. 

He hears footsteps thudding on the sidewalk behind him. “Hey,” a voice softly says. 

Steve squeezes his eyes shut a little harder before running his hands over his face and slowly turning around. “Hey,” he mumbles, making fleeting eye contact with Eddie before staring at the pavement. 

“Going somewhere?” 

Steve crosses his arms and leans back against the hood of his car. “I was, but I left my keys inside.” 

Eddie digs into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys, dangling them in front of him. “I have mine. Come on,” he says, already stepping back on the sidewalk and walking away from Steve. 

Steve pauses but follows him around the corner of the building where he’s parked. He wonders if he purposefully parked there in order to surprise him. God, it just makes him feel worse. 

He climbs into the passenger seat and stares ahead. 

“Where to?” Eddie asks. 

Steve sighs, “Whatever store carries pints of coffee chocolate chip ice cream.” 

Eddie starts his van and asks, “Your favorite?” 

“Robin’s favorite.” 

“Ah,” Eddie says as he backs out of the side parking lot. “I have an extra shirt in the back if you want to change.” 

Steve almost passes it up, but he doesn’t think he can stand the smell of coffee any longer. He twists in his seat and glances at the back, finding a random shirt thrown on the seat along with a lot of random shit that Steve wants to ask about. Instead, he tugs his polo off and quickly shrugs on Eddie’s shirt. 

In any other situation, he would’ve been ecstatic about the softness of the shirt and embarrassingly tried to smell the collar or something to commit the scent to memory. But the heaviness of how he treated Robin weighs too heavily on his mind. 

They sit in silence for a few moments, and Steve grows increasingly sorrowful. 

“Want to talk about it?” Eddie asks. 

Steve glances at him, noticing the lack of judgment in his expression which puts him at ease. “I just had a really bad day at work, and I was an asshole and took it out on Robin.” 

“Chrissy always tells me that we take out our stress on the ones we love the most.” 

“There’s definitely a reason she’s a psychology major.” 

Eddie snorts and shrugs, eyes not leaving the road as he talks. “She’s going to be an amazing therapist. But what I meant by that is that I’ve had my fair share of frustrating exchanges with Chrissy as well.” 

Steve sighs and leans back in his seat. “Yeah, but usually I save the part where I reveal that I’m an asshole at least a few months after meeting someone.” 

“Romanticizing yourself,” Eddie says with a small smile. He approaches a red light and turns to Steve to state, “You’re not an asshole. You’re just human.” 

“A little too human,” Steve argues. 

“The best people are.” 

“Sounds like you’re romanticizing me,” Steve says, trying to brush off the sincerity of what Eddie said. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns back to the now green light. 

They sit in comfortable silence as they make their way to the parking lot of a grocery store. 

With the words still weighing heavy on his mind, Steve finally says, “Thank you.” 

Eddie pulls into a parking space and replies, “No need for all that.” He gets out of the car before Steve can argue with him. 

As they make their way inside, Steve changes the subject, “Ever since you brought up how empty my room is, I can’t stop noticing it.” 

Eddie winces. “Sorry, I have a tendency to chronically put my foot in my mouth.” 

Steve shakes his head. “No, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I just suddenly want to do something about it.” 

Eddie suddenly stops in the middle of the store, causing the person behind them to nearly hit him with their cart. Eddie turns and says, “Sorry,” before placing a gentle hand on Steve’s back and guiding him away from the frozen aisle they were walking toward. 

“Where-” 

Eddie puts his finger to his lips and says, “No questions.” 

Steve’s eyebrows furrow but he keeps his lips shut as Eddie guides him to some random place in the store. He lets the warmth of Eddie's fingertips through the thin layer of the shirt distract him for a few moments until he notices that they’ve stopped. 

Steve glances around and asks, “Clocks?” 

Eddie sighs and tugs him past the section to the picture frames. “Stay here and pick a few you like. I’ll be right back.” 

Steve can’t even give him a confused look before he takes off. He turns back to the frames, scanning them before he grabs a white frame with a gold stripe that he thinks looks nice. For some reason he also finds a small silver circular frame that he thinks is kind of cute and funny, so he grabs it. He holds the two side by side and smiles. They look horrible together, but he likes them. 

Eddie suddenly appears at his side, winded as if he just ran across the store. He holds up a small disposable camera and smiles proudly. “And this should be good for now. Time for ice cream.” He turns and heads toward the frozen aisle before stopping in place suddenly again. 

Steve runs right into him and stumbles back. “Do you do this often?” 

“Absolutely,” Eddie answers. He glances down at the frames and says, “I just realized I didn’t look at what you chose. The small one is funny.�� 

“Right?” Steve says, relieved that he understands. 

Eddie looks him in the eye and his smile grows. “Good choices.” 

Steve finds himself flushing a bit red after the direct affirmation from Eddie. Luckily, Eddie doesn’t notice as he leads the way to the ice cream. 

It takes a few moments to find the ice cream, but Eddie suddenly excitedly says, “Yes!” and grabs a pint out of the freezer. Steve can’t help but think that he might be his good luck charm. 

They check out quickly. Eddie asks Steve to grab him a candy bar, taking the moment of distraction to hand the cashier money, paying for everything. When Steve realizes, he tries to protest but Eddie shuts him down saying, “I’m the one who told you to get those things. It would be a dick move to make you pay for them too.” 

“I could’ve at least covered the ice cream.” 

“And risked it melting while we wasted time with a second checkout?” Eddie asks, acting flabbergasted at the idea. 

Steve just laughs and at least takes the bags from him. 

“My hero,” Eddie jokes, fluttering his eyelashes. As they get to the car he asks, “By the way, what candy bar did you get? I forgot to check.” 

“A Three Musketeer. I hope that’s okay.” 

Eddie smiles and hits the center console excitedly. “That was the inspiration behind naming Dart! You know? D'Artagnan.” 

Steve shakes his head coming up with nothing. Eddie digs into the bags and grabs the candy, pointing it out to Steve. 

“Oh. Dustin’s going to be so excited to hear that. Three Musketeers are his favorite.” 

“You really love that kid,” Eddie comments with a smile as he starts the car. 

“He can be an annoying little shit sometimes, but I love him like a brother.” 

Eddie laughs. “I’m excited to meet him.” 

“Me too,” Steve replies and suddenly remembers what Dustin told him. “Hey, I didn’t know you also illustrated the book. I don’t know how I skimmed over that, but that’s incredible.” 

A light blush covers Eddie’s cheeks. “It’s alright. I used to design stuff for Hellfire in high school, but I’m absolutely shit at faces. That’s why you never see The Boy’s face.” 

“I somehow never noticed that. But I think it’s a good choice. It lets the reader kind of imagine themself in the role, you know?” 

Eddie pauses for a moment before asking, “Yeah? You can relate?” 

Steve shrugs and leans back. “I can relate to the found family, and I mean...” Steve trails off and looks down at his hands. “Sometimes I feel like an outcast. And yeah, that sounds ridiculous since I was a pretty popular jock in high school. But I had this kind of reality check and suddenly I didn’t see the appeal of being ‘King Steve.’ I spent the last semester of my senior year sitting next to my ex and her new boyfriend during lunch. It was a miracle that I put in my resume at this ice cream shop because that’s how I met Robin. But even at work now, I just don’t fit in.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know.” 

“Maybe we’re the same,” Eddie cheesily quotes the title of his book. Before Steve can ask what he means, Eddie presses on. “I have one question.” 

“Mhm?” 

“Did they really call you King Steve?” 

Steve groans, “Yes. God, I hate that nickname.” 

Eddie laughs. “Alright, I promise not to call you that.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Your Highness.” 

Steve sighs but he fails to hide the slight humor in his expression. 

“Okay, I promise to never bring it up... After this car ride, my lord,” Eddie says with a wicked smile. 

Steve buries his face in his hands for the rest of the ride home, trying not to laugh too hard at the ridiculous nicknames Eddie pulls out of his ass. But as they get closer to his apartment, his happiness dies down as he faces the reality of what he’s returning to. 

Eddie quiets down during the last minute, sensing the shift in emotions from Steve. He parks outside and quietly asks, “Are you ready?” 

“No,” Steve says, unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing his bags before getting out of the car. 

He slowly steps up to the front door but pauses to turn around to Eddie. “Thank you for all of this. Really.” 

Eddie just puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs. “I had a good time. I hope your day has gotten a little better.” 

“It has,” Steve admits with no hesitation. “As long as I can apologize to Robin after this and hope she forgives me.” 

“Something tells me that she will.” 

Steve glances up at Eddie, wondering if he can express how much that fills him with relief. He steps forward, intent on wrapping his arms around the man and holding him for as long as he’ll let him. 

The door swings open before Steve’s arms can come up. 

“Hey, I thought I heard the van doors shut,” Chrissy says with a small smile. 

“How is she?” Steve asks immediately. 

Chrissy puts a hand on his arm. “She’s alright. I think she’ll be happy to talk to you.” She squeezes him before turning to Eddie and asking, “You ready to go?” 

Eddie’s eyes flicker to Steve before settling on Chrissy. He gives her a conflicted look, but Chrissy raises her eyebrows at him causing Eddie to sigh and turn to Steve saying, “Maybe I’ll see you soon? We’ll plan it this time.” 

Steve feels his face suddenly get very warm with embarrassment. “That would be great.” 

Eddie nods at him and turns away to make his way back to the van. Steve waves goodbye to the pair before going inside. He drops the bag with the frames and camera on their table in the small dining area before grabbing two spoons and the bag with the ice cream.  

He purposefully makes his footsteps a little heavier as he makes his way to Robin’s room to prepare her for his presence. He lightly knocks on the door and waits. 

“It’s open,” she says. 

Steve slowly pushes the door open and finds Robin lying in her bed staring at the ceiling. “Hey.” 

Robin turns and gives him a small smile. “Hey.” 

“I brought the goods,” Steve jokes as he walks toward her bed. 

Robin sits up and makes grabby hands at him, taking the pint and a spoon as soon as she can. Steve can’t help but think that’s a good sign, but he’s not going to pretend everything is normal. “I’m sorry I was an asshole to you. I shouldn’t have taken out my bad day on you.” 

Robin glances at him with a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. She takes a moment to eat before she sighs, “It wasn’t just you though. I shouldn’t have been so pushy and glossed over your bad day. And I definitely shouldn’t have surprised you like that.” 

“Are you kidding? Any other day, I would’ve been ecstatic.” 

“Just not today,” Robin says, staring down at the ice cream before taking another spoonful. She glances over at him and asks, “Want to talk about your day?” 

Steve shakes his head. “Just Collin being an asshole and the other guys joining in.” 

“Charles and Ryan?” 

“Aidan this time.” 

Robin sighs, “I wish I could go in there and give them a piece of my mind.” 

“I think I deserved it today.” 

Robin raises an eyebrow at him. “No matter how much of a dick you can be, I’m not leaving you, dingus. And you definitely don’t deserve that shit.” 

Steve shrugs and takes a stab at the ice cream. “Eddie made things better.” 

“Yeah?” 

Steve nods and avoids eye contact as the coffee flavor melts in his mouth. 

“Speak of Eddie, is he the reason you’re wearing a Metallica shirt?” 

Steve glances down at the shirt and smiles. He had forgotten he was wearing it. “Yeah. He had an extra shirt in the back and let me change out of the coffee-stained one. I think I left that polo in his van though.” He shrugs and gets another spoonful of ice cream. “He’s really great.” 

There’s a longer pause before Robin rests her hand on Steve’s and asks, “Steve, do you... like him?” 

Steve’s eyes snap up to Robin quickly, swallowing a mouthful of cold ice cream in the process. His heart beats a little faster, and he hopes Robin can’t feel his pulse. “No, it’s not like that. Besides, I barely know him.” 

“Yeah, but you’ve liked people with a lot less information about them.” 

Steve sighs and puts his spoon down to lay his other hand on top of Robin’s and look her in the eye. “Even if I do like him, he has a sort of boyfriend. Plus, I’m not going to do anything reckless that will risk the happiness of your and Chrissy’s relationship, okay?” 

Robin stares at him for a few seconds too long before she nods. “Okay. But... you can talk to me if those feelings ever change.” 

“And they won’t,” Steve reassures her. 

Robin looks conflicted before she gives him a small smile and goes back to the ice cream. 

Steve is able to easily change the subject and things finally feel normal again once they’re both laughing so hard they have to wipe at the tears running down their faces. 

But when Steve lays in bed that night, his thoughts drift to Eddie. He can’t fall for him. Really, he can’t. He can’t do that to Chrissy and Robin. 

So, for once, he tries to turn off all the thoughts romanticizing the man. But he doesn’t know how to humanize the man when he’s been nothing but... perfect. 

He’s so screwed.

Part Four

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[wandanatsbaby]

The Betrayal

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader Warnings: Angst? Not a good ending but there will be a second part

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You wanted to trust her. You really did. But everytime you looked at her all you saw and thought about was the betrayal.

It was the night of your 15th birthday. Pietro had always been faster then both of you so he went out to go gather some food while wanda did her best to clean up the old little apartment that some lady rent you all. You watched Wanda walk around and mutter to herself as she cleaned various things. You had offered to help her but she declined everytime saying “Its your birthday you need to rest.” 

When Pietro had gotten back he brought more food than you all needed. You questioned it but he brushed it off and you believed him not noticing the sad look the twins gave each other. The night was wonderful and you had the best birthday. Wanda your crush since you were little had even confessed and kissed you. You didnt think things could get any better. 

Later that night wanda dragged you to your shared room and you both made love to each other all night. She held you close and whispered how much she loved you into your ear while silent tears fell down her face.

The next morning when you woke up you were alone. You searched the whole house but couldn’t find the twins anywhere. And when you made it to the kitchen you found a single sticky note stuck to the fridge.

My Detka,

Im so sorry we did this. But me and Pietro had to leave. I am not allowed to tell you where due to reasons but just know were safe. 

We didn’t want to leave you but we had to. You don’t need to be brought into the life were going to be living. 

Last night was the best night of my life. I hope you know I meant it when I said I love you. 

Pietro made sure there was plenty of food in the fridge to last you about a week. And I arranged for someone to bring you food everyweek after. 

You’ll be okay. We are still looking after you. Just stay with the apartment. 

We’ll see each other again

Wanda

You spent the day sobbing as you immediately threw the sticky note away and packed your stuff. You didn’t want to be in this apartment anymore. You felt disgusting and used. 

Once all your stuff was packed you immediately left. You had connections that would help you get out of this city and hopefully this country. 

Thats how you ended up joining the avengers. Your connection had gotten you a flight to America more specifically New York. Natasha Romanoff was the one that had brought you in.

She had caught you attempting to steal from her and when she went to confront you, you punched her. You both spent about 20 minutes fighting each other.

You weren’t sure what she saw in you but she brought you back to the avengers tower and you had quickly found your new home.

The battle of Ultron was when you saw the twins again. They were working with him and had powers. You remembering first seeing Wanda. The way her face went from shocked to angry when seeing you with them.

You were the first one that she used her magic on. She had made you relieve not only the day they left you but the night before and the day the bombs hit. Steve had to carry you onto the quinjet and sat you next to Natasha who was also out of it. 

When the battle was over and Pietro being dead Wanda had joined the avengers team. You stayed away from her as much as possible. She tried talking to you multiple times but you always would just walk away.

You refused the dinners she would make, refused to train with her, and even refused to go on missions with her. 

Thats what lead you here to being trapped up against a corner with Wanda looking angrily down at you. You refused to meet her eyes and instead looked at you hands.

“Y/n look at me!” she yelled as her hand hit the wall beside your head causing you to flinch. Noticing this she took a deep breath to calm herself. “Detka please. I just want to talk.” 

Slowly you moved your head up to look at her. “You left. You and Pietro left me. You left me alone.” You stated quietly as you looked at her. She frowned but nodded.

“I know we did. But we had someone looking after you. Did you not get the food?” She asked worriedly trying not to imagine you starving in that small apartment.

“I left. I couldn’t stay there after you had… I couldnt.” You looked away again not wanting to look at the witch anymore. 

Slowly she brought her hand up to your face and rubbed your cheek.

“Lyubov Im so sorry we left you. We should have stayed. I should have stayed. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. But please stop pushing me away.” You look back up at her with tears in your eyes. 

“Please just leave me alone” You begged the girl as the tears ran down your cheeks. “I can’t look at you without remembering that or when you put those memories back into my head. I can’t sleep at night knowing that you were okay with doing that to me. So please. Just leave me alone.” You quickly pushed past her as she was distracted and ran off to your room. You hopped she would listen to you.

Wanda on the other hand was devastated. How could you tell her to leave you alone? She loved you and she wanted to be with you. She knew you loved her to and she was going to do everything in her power to have you back. You were made for each other. She saw it when she touched the scepter. She saw the life you would both live together. You were hers.

[garoujo]

KEEP THAT PRETTY MOUTH QUIET — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori yuuji + fushiguro megumi

ღ warnings — f. reader, exhibitionism, aged!up characters, college!au in yuuji + megumi’s, handjobs in megumi’s, breeding.

ღ note — hewo i’m just bring you some public sex scenarios cause i am a sucker for some exhibitionism sob, help :,)

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU

a part of you always knows this is gonna be the outcome when you visit him while he’s working — bouncing into his classroom all pretty when the students are out, looking so pretty and so ready for him. it’s not his fault that you’re so irresistible to him, telling him you missed him in that dreamy tone that has his legs spreading wider from where he’s sat at his desk, a knowing smirk on his lips — that’s why you visit anyway, right?

“couldn’t wait till i got home? you miss me that much, yeah?” satoru drawls, his voice teasing despite the breathless edge to it and you’d roll your eyes at his words if the blunt head of his cock wasn’t making your head spin, sliding along your sweet spots perfectly and igniting every nerve ending in your body. your cheek is pressed against his cold wooden desk below you, your figure caged from where satoru’s pressed into you from behind—his teeth grazing along the curve of your shoulder as he nips playfully at the skin. your walls tighten and twitch around him, pulling a low, travelling groan from the man behind you as his heavy, crystalline eyes meet yours—lust burning in his bright gaze. “feels so good, ‘toru—“ you babble from pouty lips and he shoots you a sly smirk before he angles your hips higher against his, pushing his cock deeper into your messy pussy, the wet squelching noises only growing louder as they echo around the empty classroom with every slam of his hips, like he’s trying to engrave every sound you make into the walls. “so needy, baby—you tryna get us caught, get me in trouble? fuck—that’s right, want these walls to remember how pretty you sound f’ me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

he just looked so hot when he was driving, the messy front of his hair framing his handsome face even though the back is pulled into a messy bun. but his palm is warm where it rests against the skin of your thighs, thumb smoothing along the skin affectionately but when you inch his hand higher — he can’t help but squeeze the skin, stifling a groan before immediately pulling over.

“that’s it, baby—fuck, just like that.” suguru grunts, his voice strained and raspy from how good you’re making him feel rn as you straddle his lap but you’re mind is too dizzy to focus on the honeyed praises falling from his lips, clawing at his biceps while the blunt head of his cock continues to glide against the sweet spot that has you seeing stars. the road is quiet, the night sky acting as a sort of veil to anyone driving by — not that anyone is considering how late it is right now, the passenger light the only thing making you both visible in the drivers seat as you bounce on suguru’s cock. “feel so good—shit” the dark haired sorcerer grunts, pretty fingers tightening around your hips as he fucks up into your plush cunt, the intoxicating, needy hug of your pussy coaxing him back in everytime his hips draw back. you hiccup his name, loud squelching sounds filling the sticky, humid air in suguru’s car and you’re sure the expensive leather underneath you both is probably soaked with how wet you are, how wet he’s making you as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm—bliss coursing through your veins and you hear groan sharply before he angles his hips, fucks into you impossible deeper. “pretty girl, so fucking good for me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

you know how to push his buttons, how to make his fat cock twitch in his slacks from where you’re both sat in his favourite coffee shop. your eyes heavy and fixed on the tightens of his jaw before he pushes up his glasses, sighing before standing and making his way to the bathroom — knowing you’ll meet him there, just like everytime you visit here.

“told you to be quiet, sweetheart. can you do that?” nanami grunts, sinking another inch of his cock into your plush cunt until his pelvis is pressed tightly against your ass and you’re grab helplessly at the sink below you, your palm clasped over your lips to try and silence another needy mewl that falls from your figure at how deliciously he stretches you. your walls reward him with another needy twitch around the blunt head as he growls, leaning forward before he’s gently guiding your hand away to replace it with his own, tapping on your lips after with two of his fingers. “be good for me.” nanami breathes and you comply immediately, opening your mouth as he wordlessly stuffs the two digits inside, your tongue sliding over them languidly just as he draws his hips back—leaving only the head inside of your sensitive walls before he’s slamming back into you, beginning a steady pace that has your body jolting underneath him with each thrust while his own grunts are muffled against your shoulder from where his clothed chest is pressed against your back. “couldnt just wait until we got home, so spoiled.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

it happens at every party you go to with your boyfriend, always ending up with you and yuuji stuffed into some bathroom — you always know his signs, the way he dances a little closer to you, is a little touchier than usual, smoothing his hands along your figure and pressing kisses along your jawline that become needier with time, until he’s nipping playfully at the skin and you need to drag him away to take care of him.

“feel so good, baby. look s-so good—fuck.” itadori groans, hissing through his teeth when you twist your hands in the fabric of his shirt, wrapping your legs around his waist from where he’s got your hips pinned to the sink—his eyes glazed over as he admires the shine of your slick on his shaft underneath the bathroom lights while the bass from the music echos from the other side of the door. “yuuji, please—harder.” you babble and you feel him smear a messy, open-mouthed kiss against your temple before he grins at you, pink cheeked. “i know, baby. g-gonna make you feel so good, so good.” he’s already fucked out but his thrusts grow louder as his body claps against yours, chasing a fast orgasm as his hips bounce against yours so you both can return to the party outside. he growls loud into your ear, his thick cock throbbing and thickening inside of you as he hooks his muscled arm around your waist, lewd squelching noises being buried into the walls as his hips stutter, thrusts becoming even tougher as his cock twitches with each greedy pulse of your flexing cunt. “hngghh—gonna cum, baby, feels so good, wanna f-feel you too, please.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

it made you sad watching him work so hard, his pretty face buried in a book in the college library while his pretty long lashes kiss his cheeks with every slow blink he takes — you just want to help him relax, take a break from his studies and you know he can never say no to you.

“we should stop, n-not here.” the hold megumi has on your wrist is weak, like he knows he should stop you but that doesn’t mean he’s going to, how’s he supposed to when you smile to dreamily at him, feel him twitch against your palm before you’re giving a low, hard, twisting pull at his cock and his hips sway to follow, almost causing the legs of his chair to scrape along the floor—causing him to swallow nervously as he looks around the room, checking for any prying eyes before he sighs, focuses back on you. megumi’s long lashes frame his wide pupils as he watches you work, watches the upward stroke of your palm as he grits his teeth and fights to keep his eyes from fluttering closed, tugging and twisting at his pretty cock before you’re slowing your movements to a crawling pace suddenly and he almost whines lowly, pink cheeked as he smacks his palm over his mouth—muffling another needy grumble as you pump him languidly. you swipe the precum gathering at his tip with your thumb as you twist your wrist, watching his fingers dig into the wood of the table concealing you both as he pants against his hand. “d-don’t stop, fuck—“

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[lettingtimepass]

Loki s2e5 Thoughts & Feelings (Spoilers)

THE INTRO LOSING THE LETTERS!! I'm a sucker for when an intro is slightly changed. And in the end credits when the lines and type get all wonky! I love it.

Ok I have a question. When Loki finds everyone, they are all on branched timelines, not the Sacred Timeline. So doesn't that mean the lives on these branches could be slightly different or totally different than their original lives on the Sacred Timeline? Sylvie says they're back in their "real lives", but is that even true? 🤔 Also, I know people are theorizing that Don's wife was dusted during the snap, but technically in this branched timeline, the snap might not have happened.

B-15 being a doctor was so good 🥺 "I looked happy." Yes, you did... I just noticed her name on the captions was "Dr. Willis!"

Don!Mobius said he'd seen Loki in the shop before, did Loki timeslip there and not remember it? Or... has that not happened yet?

OB's workshop looking super similar to the one at the TVA - So cool!

"So I am gonna write a bestseller!" Stop he's so pure!!

Did anyone clock that OB's book cover looks similar to Loki and Slyvie on Lamentis? 👀

"It's impossible. But don't let that stop you."

This is probably obvious but Loki couldn't control the timeslipping until he truly accepted his "why." Not to protect the timelines from HWR, but to protect his friends.

Don!Mobius literally dropping everything to talk to Loki and offer him a drink. Fellas.....

"You saw something in me that I hadn't seen in myself." NO THIS IS STRAIGHT OUTTA FIC THO 😭

I can't believe Loki assembled his own Avengers 😭😭😭

Gawd, the show starting with Loki's speech about how humans don't need choices, and now he's fighting to give his friends choices..... that's the good shit.

"I want my friends back." DO YOU REALIZE THE CHARACTER GROWTH?!?! Loki never had a friend other than Thor. He was so closed off, he didn't think he ever needed anyone else. He told the lie that he was fine, better off, by himself. For him to admit that he has friends, and he wants them, and doesn't want to be alone...? 🤌🤌🤌

"But without them... Where do I belong?" WHERE IS TOM'S EMMY?!?! The tear, the voice shake... this man 😭😭😭

Remember, this Loki is a "cosmetic mistake." He isn't supposed to exist. Mobius saved him from being reset. Without the TVA, without Mobius... he has no reason to exist... no glorious purpose. But he was still willing to let them all go to do the right thing 🥲🥲🥲

Mobius trying to sell a Jet Ski to B-15 is too funny.

THE MONKEY FROM THE INTRO!! I've been wondering what that was all about... we also see OB's sticky note wall!

"The pens... we have all the pens!"

When they all start spagettifying being parallel to the dusting scenes in Infinity War.... RUDE, MARVEL. MR STARK I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD.

"I can rewrite the story." YES YOU CAN KING!! And my immediate reaction was "Loki, God of Stories"! At first I thought Loki and Sylvie were going to run the TVA together, but now I feel like it might be Loki alone (with Mobius' help of course), managing all the timelines... writing the story.

THAT ENDING!!!! I'M SO READY BUT NOT READY FOR NEXT WEEK!!! I can't believe we're at the end.... I'M SO SCARED! 😭

[junnieverse]

RAINY DAY ➳ SEOK MATTHEW

➙ synopsis: after your plans get cancelled due to bad weather, you found this to be the perfect opportunity to stay in and relax at home. your best friend matthew unexpectedly visiting just made it even better.

pairing: seok matthew x afab!reader

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 3.0k

warnings: not proofread, light cussing, mentions/making food, bestfriend!matthew

a/n: oh just matthew and y/n making me wish I had what they do

Staring out the window from your apartment you let out a sigh as the rain ran down the glass.

"Well, there go my plans," you whisper to yourself as you watch pedestrians squirm around the street trying to seek shelter from the rain.

Letting out a laugh you can't help but note how ironic this all seemed.

You were a homeboy so if anything, plans being cancelled was one of your favourite things, but the one time you actually looked forward to going out to spend time out with friends, the weather was not in your favour.

As disappointing as this all was, you still wanted to make the most of this rainy day in.

Letting out a huff in defeat, you managed to change into some comfortable clothes.

Grabbing an oversized black hoodie from your closet, which you had 'borrowed' from your best friend, paired with some grey sweatpants to finish off your little look.

Mindlessly walking around your apartment in your slippers you throw yourself on your couch landing with a 'plop' as you scroll through your social media to keep yourself occupied for the time being.

Coming across a video of someone baking muffins you decide this would be a great time to get back into baking and treat yourself to some chocolate chip muffins too.

You made your way to the kitchen as you got all the necessary ingredients to make your dessert.

Quickly getting started, you easily breeze through the process of making the batter and adding it into the tray skillfully remembering the special recipe your grandmother taught you as a child.

Feeling proud of the progress you made and double checking the batter, you slip the tray into the pre-heated oven to let the muffins get to work. 

The door bell suddenly chimes as your ears perk up at the sound of it leaving you wondering at who it could be considering you weren't expecting any visitors.

Going over to the sink, you rinsed your hands and proceeded to wipe them with a cloth making sure they were all clean clean sticky-free.

Taking of the apron you had been wearing while baking, you hung it in on your kitchen wall hanger and made your way to the door.

Silently checking the peep hole for safety reasons, a large smile soon graced your face at the appearance of the familiar face behind the door.

"MATTHEW!" you excitedly greet your best friend who in turn gave you the biggest smile.

"(Y/N)!" Matthew says happy to see you.

Opening the door a bit more, you step to the side letting Matthew step inside and make sure to close the door behind you.

You soon wrapped your arms around Matthew engulfing him in a bone crushing bear hug which he gladly reciprocated being able to clearly tell you were happy to see him.

No doubt so was he, you were one of his favourite people after all.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting family?" you ask him curiously as you pull away from the hug.

You soon make your way into the kitchen making sure to check on the muffins in the oven that were still baking and decided to start cleaning up the mess that you'd made while preparing the muffins.

Taking off his sneakers, Matthew puts on his slippers he kept here and followed me into the kitchen as he leaned on the counter watching me clean up.

"Didn't you get my text?" He asked sounding rather confused as he dipped his finger in the left over muffin batter humming in approval to the taste.

"My phone was on mute," you respond.

Grabbing your phone that lied on the counter you turn on the screen and there, in fact, Matthew has left you a message.

"Oh-" I say nodding.

"I wont be visiting my family today because of the weather so we decided to reschedule. I'll be coming over to see my favourite friend." He says repeating the text he sent you verbally as he brightly smiled.

"Matthew- I'm your only friend." you playfully remark holding in your laughter but burst out dying when you saw how quickly his smile faltered at your words.

"Haha, very funny." He retorts back sarcastically but laughing softly too.

"Want anything to drink? I've got muffins baking in the oven." you tell him diverting the conversation to something else. 

"Hot chocolate would be great. Wait, is that my hoodie-" he asks pointing at you as he looks at you in shock.

"Huh-" you pause your movements like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're a thief! This entire time I thought I'd lost it, you literally said you hadn't seen it!" he says as his tone starts getting sulky as he felt betrayed by you.

"Well you see the thing is..." you slowly started off by saying before you crept to the door and ran away to your bedroom hiding in your closet.

Matthew's steps were heard coming as your bedroom door busted open, peeking through the closet door you wondered whether or not he'd manage to find you.

"Come out I'm not gonna take the hoodie from you." Matthew says looking around the room as you remained silent.

"(Y/n)..."

He let out a sigh as he took one last look at my closet, having already found where I'd been in hiding but choosing to not come to me directly, "Guess I'll just leave and take my warm cuddles with me."

"Damn Matthew gives the best cuddles and this is the perfect weather!" you think to yourself cursing at his tempting offer

"No wait- don't leave!"

You exclaim as you jump out the closet.

Matthew smiles victoriously as you roll your eyes.

"In all honesty... I slipped and suddenly I was wearing it. I'm keeping it though. Not my fault your clothes are comfortable," you say avoiding eye contact with him as you mumble the last part.

"You don't have to give it back, you look cute in it so keep it." He says confidently before ruffling your hair leaving you a flustered mess.

He then slung his arm over your shoulder and proceeded to place a kiss on the side of your head which in turn you playfully rubbed off gently hitting his chest.

"Dude I told you to stop doing that!" you yell throwing daggers at him with your eyes.

"What, I'm just showing my best friend some love," he teases rubbing the area on his chest you had hit.

He then started provoking you making pouty duck lips at you with smooching sounds.

"I swear, Seok Woohyun, I'm gonna kick your ass right now!" you playfully threaten him.

"Oh not the government name coming out!" he continued teasing.

Just as you were about to kick him, he successfully dodged your kick and ran out the room laughing as you ran after him into the kitchen.

Grabbing the wooden spoon, Matthew soon raised his hands up as he admitted to surrendering and you smiled at your own victory.

"Well you couldn’t possibly attack me (y/n)," he says flashing his infamous eye smile.

He knew it was one of your weaknesses and you ended up giving in placing the spoon down on the counter as you rolled your eyes at how weak hearted you were when it came to your best friend.

Matthew then playfully proceeded to create a heart shape with his arms over his head and you simply ignored his antics.

Remembering the muffins thay were baking, you got your oven mitts on and checked the muffins which were finally  ready.

Taking them out the oven, you placed them on your kitchen island leaving them to cool off.

"You should get started on the hot cocoa while I go look for movies we can watch." You suggest and he nods making his way to your cupboards to grab two mugs.

Leaving the kitchen, you make your way to your living room turning on your tv as you scroll through your Netflix looking for something you could watch with Matthew.

Matthew soon came into the room with two mugs in his hands and gave one to you which you were quick to thank him for as you gently blew at the hot drink that had mini marshmallows inside.

"I'll be right back." you announce placing your drink down on your coffee table.

As Matthew got comfortable on the couch under the blankets he'd brought from your room, you went back to the kitchen placing a few muffins on a plate so you and Matthew could enjoy them while watching your movie.

You made your way out the kitchen and placed the plate on the coffee table beside your mug and sat beside Matthew on the couch as he pulled you closer wrapping you in the blanket to keep warm.

Getting comfortable, you enjoyed your warm beverage as you leaned your head on Matthew's shoulder who quietly ate his muffin completely focused on the film.

The rain continued tapping against the windows as the sky grew darker as night time was coming in.

Matthew could be annoying but because he was cute you let him off the hook most time.

Who needs a boyfriend when you have your male best friend to shower you with the affection and company you need on a rainy day.

[elysianeclipxe]

Our "LOVE" - modern! scaramouche

genre: fluff and angst, maybe a little hurt comfort

summary: your relationship with him has been through everything. why not turn back the clock and revisit those fond memories of yours?

word count: 2k @pastriithoughtx

sidenote: i'm still very new on writing for scara so i do apologise if he seems a little ooc... hopefully it's alright. i do hope you all enjoy reading this <3

Love

noun: A strong feeling of affection and concern toward another person, as that arising from kinship or close friendship.

Oh, if only it was that simple… Love is so much more and so easy to mistake as something else. It's also easy to mistake something else as so called love.

Love is simple and sweet. It's comforting and makes you feel safe. It's warm and gets butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Love is something people hold onto since the feeling of being in love is one of a kind. Love feels like home... That's how I felt with you.

But sometimes love doesn’t last. There are even times that love is never acknowledged since once you realise you’re in love there is no going back and that’s just too much of a risk to take. I mean, who wants to fall in love suddenly? Willingly giving your heart to someone and having it tossed to the ground and ignored for who knows how long. Maybe that’s why people don’t like to fall in love. They’d rather close off their heart from anyone, protecting it behind walls they built so high, wanting to keep themselves from inevitably getting hurt by that person they “love”. That describes you well, doesn’t it, Scara?

I still remember the first time we met. Me, a messily dressed freshman student running late for her lecture juggling all kinds of shit in her arms bumping into you, a comfily dressed student who looked so annoyed about everything. It was all a mess, a mess that I’m glad I made. Everything fell to the ground, including you and I. My coffee had fallen and spilled all over you and I swear my hands were shaking when I heard you mutter curse words under your breath. I apologised to you profusely, shutting my eyes shut as I braced myself for a particularly angry scolding when I saw your head start to lift up but, I got nothing.

“It’s fine, I have plenty more of these hoodies. Instead of focusing on me, why not focus on your own things?” He asks you, removing his hoodie so as to not become sticky from the coffee. You hadn’t even glanced over at your things all over the floor until he said that.

“Huh? Right, right, my things! Awww dammit, my things!” All your notes were soaked from your drink, a drink that you could no longer, well, drink. “No notes, no drink, and great I’m totally late for my lecture too! Absolutely wonderful. Why not start a storm outside as well while you’re at it!?” You yell at no one in particular. He grins at your frustration, lightly chuckling at the situation you were facing. Your eyes dart to look at him and glare, “I’m sorry, is this perhaps funny to you? You wouldn’t be laughing if you were me in this situation.”

“Hence why I’m laughing, cause I’m not you in this situation. How pitiful. Would you like some help?” He reaches out his hand to help you up, a smile framing his irritatingly pretty face. ‘Seriously? Does he really think that I’ll believe he’ll help, with that attitude of his? I can feel the sarcasm radiating off of him. HA, no chance.’

“Thanks, but I prefer getting help from people who actually mean it. Have a ‘wonderful’ day! See you hopefully never.” Gathering all of your things, you stand up and march away from that despicable human being.

“Hah, how amusing. I guess that wasn’t so much a waste of my precious time.” A slightly soaked page caught his eye as went near it. With a pinch of his fingers and a visible grimace in his face he picked up the page. Little notes scribbled over it, some bits with bleeding ink. It looked useless until he spotted a name by the top of the page... Your name. “Y/n, huh? Cute.”

To this day I still feel embarrassed about our first interaction and every time you tease me about it does not help in the slightest. Well, that one is for sure going to the memory books. But it doesn’t matter how embarrassing that day was, cause I can make you just as embarrassed, maybe even more. Because no matter how many times you deny it, we both know that you were the one who fell first. That day was just one out of the many times where you felt attracted to me.

You refuse to admit that you’re whipped for me even if it’s extremely blatant to everyone. I know, you know, literally everyone we know knows. Don’t worry though, I think it’s cute. Plus you aren’t the only one completely whipped in this relationship. You wanna find out how I knew you were so into me? Should I tell you? I’ll tell you, hehe. I observed you so much that I started to notice all the little things.

For example, your eyes would widen just the slightest whenever you were surprised or caught off guard. Or how you would constantly compare your hand and mine, loving the feel of my soft skin in contrast to your rough and calloused hands caused by your past. Or how about whenever I refuse to give you any affection, be it cuddles or kisses, your lips would lightly twitch and hands would clench. You’d even turn away to hide your pout and try to give me the cold treatment as a punishment even though it felt more cruel for you. But in the end you’d just take me in your arms, hold me tight, and refuse to let me go. Demanding your kisses as a reward for being able to withstand the long wait for affection.

You would never get too grumpy with me since you knew I was busy with something and had my reasons. It was so sweet and thoughtful, I miss that. Your little habits would always somehow distract me enough to forget the stress that I was facing beforehand. You always made it better, so thank you for that. So many memories I remember and hold dear to my heart. Hopefully you remember them too.

“Scara honey, I’m busy right now. Later. This is super important so please just let me be for now, okay?” Scaramouche can feel his heart slowly break as you look at him with tired eyes and a visible frown on your face. How many days has it been since you last got some proper sleep? He wants to scold you, he wants to nag you so much and just force you to get some needed rest… but he doesn’t. He knows you won’t like that and it'll be more annoying than comforting in your eyes, your severely tired eyes.

“Fine, use up all your energy. Just try not to faint on me, please. Call me if you need me, I’ll be in the living area.” He places a light kiss on your forehead, the touch of his lips lingering there. So warm, so loving. He leaves the door to the study slightly open so he can hear you call out if ever you decide to do so. Now it was time to relax.

No, that’s not fair. The male couldn’t stand the idea of him relaxing as you stressed your mind out on studying for your finals. So what does he do? He cleans up. He cleans up everything, and restocks the fridge and cupboards while he's at it. 'If she has to suffer, then I might as well suffer with her. Jeez this is tedious!' He shouldn't be like this, why would he willingly choose to suffer? IT'S STUPID! HE KNOWS HOW STUPID IT IS AND STILL DOES IT!! You were driving this man nuts. 1, 2, 5 hours passed by and his hands were itching to hold you. 'This is infuriating! How can she go 5 hours without sleeping, eating, and asking for my affection?!' He marches over to your study and barges in without a care in the world. "Y/n! I have had enough of this, I demand you to stop studying and at least…" he cuts himself off the moment he hears your sniffle.

"S-Scara…" You rush into his arms and quickly bury your head into his chest. The sniffling coming from you gets louder to the point you start wailing and every word you try to speak out just sounds like a jumbled mess. "I… sorry. So weak, tired. Can't do.. anymore. Wahhhhh, I'm sorry! Want cuddles, please." Although he could decipher some of your speech he still felt the need to hear it again, properly this time.

"Breathe. Now, I want you to repeat what you just said. At least try to put some effort in it this time you foolish bumbling mess."

You take a deep breath, "I'm sorry for being like this. I just feel so weak and so tired to the point I wanna pass out. I tried so hard but I just can't do this anymore! I'm a failure, I'm so sorry for disappointing you. I just.. I just want to push it all away and cuddle you. Even for just a second, I really need it." You look at him with pleading eyes that brimmed with your tears.

"Dumbass, why are you saying sorry? You're allowed to take a break and rest, you're not some kind of robot. You need sleep and food and all that other shit. Don't be a fool. Now come on, you are in need of affection. Needy baby." He guides you to the room and gets under the covers with you. He strokes your hair and kisses your tired eyes once you shut them close.

"Weren't you the one who barged into my study demanding hugs and ki-"

"I recall no such thing. Now shush, you need to rest." You open your eyes one more time and place a light peck on his lips. Closing your eyes once again you mutter, "thank you, Scara. I love you."

And I am thankful. And I do love you. Not just on that day specifically but each and every day that I spent with you did I learn to love you even more. I realised how different life is with you and how I tend to appreciate it a little more when I think of you. If only I knew what was to come then maybe I would have cherished those moments a little more. Even after all the ups and downs we've been through, I still don't regret the time I spent with you. I should, I really should, but it was all worth it to me.

It was dumb though, to do this. Cause no matter how much I loved you, no matter how many times those 3 words left my mouth.. I never heard you say it back. Not even a whisper of that word. That's when I realised that maybe you don't love me. I mean you built your walls so high and I wasn't able to break them down enough for you to say it cause those words weren't meant for me, were they?

I'm not sure. I might just be overthinking again like I always do, but it does make the slightest sense. No wonder I ran away. I'm sorry, I just can't stand the fact that I fooled myself in this relationship. That I wasted so much time and effort but came back empty handed and brokenhearted. Like you say, I'm a fool. A fool for you that is, hehe.

I love you, Scara. I really do. Even after everything that happened, I'll still love you. I just wish we ended it on a better note, if only, maybe then my heart wouldn't hurt as much. I'm a coward though, running away from my feelings. But this is for the best, right? At least this time you'll be able to find someone that you'll willingly break your walls down for. I wish I could be them. Whoever they are, I hope they make you happy, just like how you made me happy.

I love you, Scaramouche. And maybe one day, you'll love me too.

i'm really hoping this turned out well. i hope everyone enjoyed reading my first of many works on this account. let me know if i should make a second part but in scara's pov <3

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[l-e-morgan-author]

injury

She was… injured, she guessed, as she rolled over and to her feet in one motion. Everything hurt. Her breath was coming quick and short. All this she noted in one moment.

The next moment she saw the space underneath the door, into which a hand had been pressed with desperation, barely fitting. She knew it to be Nathan’s hand, and it was half open.

“Nathan,” Patience said softly, and then she screamed it:

“Nathan!”

And it was with such a note in her voice that she knew that if he was conscious, if he was able, he would reply, and he didn’t.

She waited, took stock of her surroundings, washed in silence. Presently she became aware of a head wound.

That would explain the previous blurring of her memories. Nothing was working quite—her head felt fuzzy and strange. When she touched the side of her head it hurt and her hand came away wet with blood. She was in a bathroom cubicle, on the inside, and the door was locked. Patience spent far too long scowling at it before she figured out the simple mechanism (concussion, probably), and then eased it carefully over Nathan’s hand. He was lying on his back, one arm tossed across his chest and clearly broken, while the other was pressed under the door of the cubicle, and had probably held her hand.

Hmm. That was—odd. Like something strange had happened, but she couldn’t remember it. Last she remembered was—

What was the last thing she remembered? A blow? Yes, that was it: a stranger, punching her so she reeled backwards and then everything went dark. But she wasn’t so injured she couldn’t move, and nor were there certain injuries she might have expected if—

The world swayed before her and presently she discovered she was on her knees, gasping for air. That… wasn’t good. But she was still confident that that hadn’t happened. That was a good thing, at least.

But why was she in a bathroom, Nathan injured, herself injured, him perhaps trying to hold her hand while she’d locked herself in? There was room to get over the top, so it was conceivable her attacker had dragged her in, locked the door and then scrambled out the top. But why?

She thought about lifting Nathan, saw the state of his arm and decided not to. That was doctors’ work.

It took two minutes clumsy fumbling (her arm hurt and was already beginning to bruise) to discover her phone was gone. So, after several more minutes’ examination, was Nathan’s. They’d been—robbed, most likely.

Her head felt like molasses. She hated the smell of the stuff. She hated that she’d thought of it, and now the sticky sweet smell would stay with her.

Patience… wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. Was it safe to yell for help? Would anyone hear her cry? She didn’t want to yell and be met with silence. That sounded more devastating than even staying silent.

The world reeled again. That wasn’t a good sign.

Wait. Concussion. What were the signs of concussion? Nathan was unconscious or asleep, maybe passed out due to pain. She probably had a concussion, but she couldn’t remember the signs. Maybe later.

“Nathan,” she said, and this time he stirred. He went white to the lips as he tried to move his broken arm, and cursed a bit.

“What’s going on?” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.

“Not sure,” she responded tersely. He didn’t press for details.

She picked up his hand, which looked faraway and strange. Her head hurt. Her vision was tunnelling. That was—not a good sign at all.

So someone had robbed them. Beaten them up, maybe. Broken his arm, knocked them both out. Chemicals involved? Maybe? What was that stuff—chloroform? How did it work?

Patience wasn’t sure, so she didn’t go down that path. “Should I call for help?”

“Yeah, use my phone,” he muttered at her.

“It’s not here. I think they pinched it.” She’d had her keys on her, too… right?

She didn’t know anything anymore. Patience leaned her head back against the wall and winced at the pain that lanced through it. Back of head injury as well as side, then. Fun.

Brain damage: the words kept bouncing around her head. Brain damage. Brain damage. Brain damage. She wasn’t sure why.

“Help!” Patience yelled at last. She wasn’t even sure where they were, and felt too dizzy to go to seek help herself, let alone leaving Nathan lying there with a broken arm. “Help! Help! Help!”

Nathan added his voice, weakly, to her cries, and as she lay down and gasped for breath afterwards she wondered if it had been any good. Then—

“What’s going on here?” asked a voice, and Patience felt such a rush of relief she nearly blacked out.

“I—I—we’re injured,” she stammered. “We need help.”

“You need an ambulance, looks like.” A broad accent, though she couldn’t place where it was from. “I’ll call them.”

Then everything went fuzzy and sort of distant for a while. Afterwards, Patience never remembered that time.

[izicodes]

I’m a beginner w programming and I really need motivation :((( I feel kind of dumb because it takes me a while to understand basic concepts. What did you do when you felt like this? (when you were starting out )

Honestly, how I did it was I had a lot of people who were either depending on me to succeed with programming with my apprenticeship or wanted me to do well. I come from a fairly poor family and a lot of my family live back in Africa so I also have the privilege to be here to get free education. By constantly reminding myself (but not overdoing it) that I need to do well in the course, that kept me motivated.

Other things include the ability to create cool projects. I used to watch Frontend Web Development tutorials on YouTube way before I actually started coding and I wanted to make all those cool aesthetic websites! “One day I’ll make something like that but more amazing” and here I am learning programming to achieve that.

The other major motivation for me is I found learning about new languages or technologies fun. When I got the hang of HTML, I was super excited to learn CSS and then I learnt some Python and that was such a good feeling ticking the box of “Oh yeah I learnt that one, and built a couple projects”!

I think this is just a me thing, but I sign up to do courses that has a fancy certificate at the end solely because of two things: I learn the new language/technology and… I love seeing my name on a certificate! Sounds stupid but I really do! One day I’ll have a wall with all the certificates I’ve ever completed! THAT definitely motivates me!

When trying to stay motivated, you’ve also got to stop comparing yourself to others or feel like you have to know everything “right” way or go a certain path. Remember, everyone starts somewhere, everyone is different and programming is a lifelong learning process.

Find a project that you're passionate about or something that motivates you to learn programming. It could be a game, a website, or a tool that you need in your daily life.

Find the reason you wanted to learn programming. “Because I study it for university/school/online course/etc” does not count. WHY did you start the course? WHY did you pick programming and not knitting or law whatever? WHY do you think you’ll be good at programming? Find that inner passion for programming, write it on a sticky note and have it where you constantly be looking (study area) and keep reminding yourself

Example from me: I wanted to learn how to build websites about my interests (Hello Kitty, Anime, Lana Del Rey and music). Now I want to work towards create mini adventure games one day. Hope that one day I’ll get to work for The Sims/Electronic Arts in the Game Development team. I’m doing all of this to make my Dad proud and feel I was worth it after all the years of sacrifice he did to get me here where I am. I’m learning so I can live comfortably with my fiancé (husband in the future obvs) and spend money on buying him gifts and funding his little hobbies! (He’s super adorable) <- Write something like that

In terms of feeling dumb:

Accept that it’s normal to feel that way. No genius becomes a genius after 1 day of studying. Not even 1 month of studying. Programming is a freaking hard subject to handle. Accept that it’s normal to feel dumb sometimes. You’re not the only one.

Please don’t look at the whole picture when learning. By that I mean, yeah C# (for example) looks like a freaking hard language from the outside but when you start to break it down into topics like variables and data types etc and even break it further into subtopics, suddenly the language doesn’t look at scary! You just have to tackle the little guys and poof! You beat them all and now you know your target language/technology!

Don’t be too pride or too shy to ask for help. From teachers to the users in a programming discord server, ask for help please. Ask even the dumbest of questions “Does does HTML mean?” Do it. Learn from the answer. Keep it in your memory. Move on. Keep doing that throughout your learning!

Programming is a skill, and like any other skill, it requires practice. Try to write code on a regular basis, even if it's just a few lines a day. Don't push yourself too hard, take breaks, and come back to programming when you feel refreshed. Remember that learning programming is a journey, and it's okay to take your time to understand concepts. Don't give up, stay motivated, and keep practicing!

** I made other tips for beginners in another post - LINK

[sainadazai]

This is a preview to a longer story I'm working on. Enjoyyh

Brent Faiyaz quotes as MHA characters relationships

"I remember when you couldn't tell me a thing, now you talk so much it drives me insane."

With Bakugou Katsuki

When Bakugou first spoke to you, it was in the support course lab. You were biting your lip as you scribbled notes into your journal. So annoying. You were always biting your lip.

He noticed over the many times he'd walk past the large glass walls just to peer in at you. Also annoying. He could never just walk by, he had to check if you were there. And if you weren't he developed a small sinking feeling in his tummy. As though he wanted to see you.

He had, however, finally decided to actually join you in the lab one day in the middle of your second year. Apparently he deduced that if he just spoke to you once, he'd realize how dumb you are, and never again feel the need to stare at you as you work, or take in your plush lips being furrowed in concentration.

So he creaked the door open and entered the lab with an uncertain frown on his face.

When you heard someone enter you were expecting it to be one of your classmates, probably trying to get extra time on an assignment or help out a hero course friend. Your eyes flickered up, prepared to display a polite smile, but no words. You really weren't one for casual banter, and no one in your class spoke to you all that much anyway.

So you were fairly startled to see a large, muscular, and disgruntled hero course student stomping into your lab. His eyes were pricing as though he intended to speak to you and it made you quickly avert your own.

You'd only met a few hero course students in your time at UA, mostly in the regard of upgrading their suits and gear. They weren't the easiest bunch to be quiet around.

Generally full of energy and words spilling out their mouths like vomit, it was hard to keep up with them.

"Hey." The blonde grunted out, huffing as you simply gave a head nod and returned to your microscope. He was now finally able to see your full face. It was structured and pure, eyes glistening with curiosity for a second before retreating and your hair was kept nicely out of the way with a very large clip. Half up, half down. He could see your neck all the way down to where you lab coat came into view and was for some reason enticed to stare more.

"Uhm, I need to fix these." He gestured to hit gauntlets, hoping to catch your eyes again.

When you heard him speak yet again you let out a frustrated sigh, and extended your arm. Signaling him to hand over the weapons.

He took a glance to either side of the room in confusion before walking further towards you. Were you really not gonna say a thing?

He watched as you examined his equipment, soft fingers smoothing over the burn marks and cracks that littered them before opening you control latch on the inside. You moved them underneath a magnifying glass and began looking as wires and circuits that he didn't even know could fit in there.

After further inspection tough you noticed it was just a leak in his collection pouch that seemed to the problem. And you spoke back to him for the very first time. He'll never forget it. "I'll return them tomorrow."

Before you set them to the side and continued to ignore Bakugou's presence, he stood there dumbfounded.

Why did your voice sound so quiet and calm? Unbothered even. And why did his heart rate pick up so much?

_

The next morning, when he walked into Mr.Aizawas classroom he found a slick leather bag on his desk, finished with a small sticky note that read.

Don't go easy on them - y/n

Ps. They needed a new paint job

And when he opens the bag he sees a slick and shiny coat of black line with one orange stripe across the bottom of each gauntlet. A smirk rests on his face. He's excited to see how he can overuse them, so that maybe he can go back to have to fix them again.

_

Six months later he gets the nerve to touch you for the first time. Bakugou Katsuki has come in to sit and watch you work. It's a new habit he's aquired. He realized overtime that even tough you really didn't speak all that much, you never told him to leave. And so he would just stare, watching as you added and refined his own gear.

Today is the first time he's seen you in two weeks. To you, this felt quite nice, you had grown so used to the large boys intense presence that you forgot how peaceful your work could be. Still, when he walked in today you felt your heart rate pick up, and noticed your own lips curl into a small smile.

You had been listening to a boy who usually worked with Hatsume rant on and on about his suit material and how you could theoretically enhance it. It had actually made you miss your blonde buddy from the hero course. He was always respectful of the quiet. His stare was brooding and intimidating, sure, but he never spoke more than a few words every now and then. Usually complaints that you learned to just roll your eyes at.

The boy in front of you was overwhelming. He had a very strong build but round cheeks and freckles. Very cute, but so energetic right off the bat. Usually it took you quite some time to speak your rants out loud to someone.

"Izuku." You wanted to startle him out of his rant by using his first name.

What Bakugou saw though, was his rival speaking to you. And then you using his first name. And gripping his wrist, a small smile on your face. And for some reason his chest began to ache. Stupid Deku.

[pullingyourstrings]

alrighty! Do you think you could write Gareth x adhd nb reader? If you Don’t have it to me it’s the inability to sit still,focus, stimming, sensory issues and the discomfort of talking to people. I also have a hatred to vacuum cleaners the way they make that noise and push out warm air just HDGSH ACC DD SFGA I hate it

Sure! Here's some of my headcanons for it!

Gareth didn't know you had ADHD, but he payed attention to you since the day you started talking and he understood very quickly that some things were just different with you. Different, but endearing and deserving of care and patience. So when you start getting closer and your relationship blossoms, he does all he can to help you, although it seems to come naturally to him.

He notices how fidgety you are during class, tapping your hands on the table, chewing the back of your pencil, wiggling your foot restlessly, changing positions all the time, so he holds your hand under the table and traces slow circles on it to help you remember to breathe slowly and calm down.

He notices how you space out and how it affects your grades, so he offers to help you study, makes out songs, cute flash cards and all.

He notices how some fabrics make you itchy and want to rip it to pieces so he always brings one of his most comfy sweaters, just for you (also he likes seeing you in his clothes. He's in love, sue him).

He notices how uncomfortable you look when you have to talk to people, so he never forces you. He helps you order things at restaurants and doesn't get bothered when you pass him your questions to ask the teachers. Sometimes you don't even want to talk to him and that's fine! He'll sit next to you to keep you company, just so you know that you're not alone.

He notices how loud noises really bother you so he never pressures you into going to his Corroded Coffin shows or parties or cinemas where the speakers are too close to the seats. Sometimes while you're out he vacuums your house for you because he knows about your passionate hatred towards it. He even helps you search all over town for the new noise cancelling headphones when it comes out.

He's never annoyed at the fact that you seem to forget stuff so easily, writing little reminders and important things on sticky notes on your notebook cover and your room walls. "Don't forget to eat! Hydrate! We have that science test tomorrow!"

He's caring and understanding, every single one of his actions screaming "I love you just the way you are."

[spaghettiddy]

♡ Eddie Munson random headcanons ♡

Random headcanons - in some of them the reader is mentioned and it can be read as gender neutral, romantic or platonic. (No use of Y/N)

Contents and warnings: nothing really :) maybe a little bity if fluff. (664 words)

A/N: i’ve been collecting these in my journal in the past few days, beacuse yes, sometimes i write by hand about a man in my journal like an infatuated 19th century woman! Some are quite long, more like short drabbles. (English is not my first language so be kind :))

Eddie loves when his friends and partner give him drawings or little notes. He acts cool when he gets them, because they're often for the d&d campaign or they’re simple christmas cards, but then reads them when he’s alone in his room, smiling to himself. He keeps them in a shoebox and hangs up on his walls the drawings he likes most. (OMG if he ever met Will! !! Aaaahhh)

THRIFT KING. He spends the money he makes by dealing on music gear, so he has a limited budget for stuff like clothes. He's been doing it for a while now so he has a precise itinerary of thrift stores around Hawkins, fidelity cards, and all. He even once did that thing of hiding a jacket he wanted between other clothes and came back the next day with enough money to buy it. When he comes back, he puts on a little fashion show for you and explains in detail how he’s going to modify the clothes to match his style. (We’ve all seen those pictures of Joseph Quinn trying the different versions of the costume. That's the vibe. Chaos basically. )

Every Christmas and birthday he gets his uncle a new hat and has been since he was in elementary school. It turned into a tradition and now uncle Wayne proudly displays his collection in the trailer living room (you can actually see them in the show in the background and in that backstage tour of the van)

When he’s having a tough day, he goes to skull rock with his walkman and/or a book. He likes the walk from and to his house the most, it’s an opportunity to clear his mind and spend some time alone. He's been doing it for a few years and more than once he had to go back home because the spot was already taken by a couple. He didn’t know him personally yet, but at least twice the rock was occupied by Steve and the girl he was going out with at that time.

He read in a magazine that some metal band members use women’s perfume as an act of rebellion and provocation. So, he bought one and wears it, hoping that if anyone smells it they think it rubbed off a girl he was with, instead of making fun of him.

Asks you to help him collect bottle caps, can tabs and safety pins to make diy pins. He always makes an extra few to give you as a thank you.

Kind of an arsonist, out of curiosity though. He just has to set fire to different small objects and materials. He knows they will just burn but what if this time something else happens, doesn’t even think about how the something else might be something dangerous, like a small explosion or toxic fumes.

He has an ever-changing, but very detailed list of tattoos and piercings to get in the future. Yes, it includes at least one nipple piercing and a tramp stamp. He says it's not a tramp stamp, but the position and design say otherwise.

His weirdly specific childhood interest was Norse mythology. He still remembers some very specific events and details and adapts them to put in the D&D campaigns. Just imagine the joy of little Eddie learning there was a god of mischief!? It took him a while to spell mischief correctly but he got there.

When you spend the night at his and have breakfast together, he insists on doing stupid stuff, and you have to go along even if you’re still waking up. You have to throw him cheerios, because it’s fundamental to know how many he can catch with his mouth at 9 in the morning on a Friday. And you have to pour him maple syrup on the pancakes, and also directly in his mouth still full of cereals, because he doesn’t want to get his fingers sticky.

Eddie hates the feeling of stepping on anything like sand, grass or rocks barefoot, so when you go to Lovers' lake, he jumps on strangers' towels on his way to and from the water.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Witches And Wizards - 24

(Warnings: Some fluff, confused fluff and some more fluff!)

Note: I once read parts of a fic where the reader has magic and goes back in time, meeting Merlin. I sadly can’t find it anymore. Also Fred didn’t die in this.

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Ophelia felt like weights were tied to her eyelids, as though opening them was a tough battle that she felt herself constantly on the verge of losing. She opened her eyes to look around, the pain had lessened, as she knew it would, except a small blanket was over her leg to keep her damaged leg warm, even though she was in front of a fire. On the large table stood a plate with different kinds of food and a goblet of pumpkin juice, a pillow was under her head and her skin didn’t feel as sticky as she remembered it to be before the sleeping draught helped and she passed out. She lifted her eyes as her head felt too heavy to move, looking above the fireplace, frowning at a small picture in a frame that stood on the mantle, placed with care and love, positioned so she could look at it whenever she wanted from wherever in the room. She forced her body to move and she finally managed to convince it to sit up. She groaned quietly at the ache in her body but she stood up anyway, using the fireplace to keep herself steady despite the warmth that made it feel like it was burning her when she stood so close to the flames. She picked up the picture in the frame, letting herself fall back down onto the couch as she looked at it. Her fingers gently ran over the picture in the frame, over the sweet face of her mum, holding her in her lap when she was just a toddler, her grandmother beside her and in the corner of the picture, a carpet with a mark burned into it, stomped out before it could consume the whole thing and turn it into ash. Tears began to form in her eyes and she looked around, her neck feeling stiff and she got out her wand, pointing it at her cane and it flew right at her. She caught it before using it to stand, putting the picture back on top of the fireplace mantle and she walked around the couch, towards the right staircase to the second floor where her bedroom was and she waited once she used the eagle to quickly get up there, her wand out and she used the hand holding it to push the door, which had once been dressing panels but the Room changed it to walls and a door, open ever so slightly, frowning at the figure she saw inside.

She recognised him by the ears immediately. He was watering her Niffler’s Fancy that Professor Slughorn had given her as a welcome gift when she became a teacher at the start of the year, knowing the gift would be well received with love, he remembered her skill at potions but especially how her ingredients were always of the highest quality when she’d grown them herself. She put away her wand and pushed the door more open to study him. Her room was filled with plants while her living room was filled with books, the two of them separated, her bedroom enchanted so it’s ceiling looked like it was made of glass, just like the main Room, except in here green plants were hanging around it as it looked like a greenhouse and she knew by the lack of daylight that it was night, since it cycled depending on what time it was outside, just like the glass ceiling in the main Room and the windows. She also noticed that her Alihosty had another one standing next to it. In fact, some of her plants had an identical one standing next to it, only more trimmed and not as well kept. “Are you planting your own plants in my room, Professor Emrys?” she asked calmly, a small smirk forming on her lips as he jumped at her voice, spinning around, looking like a Niffler that had been caught going through the jewelry box. “N-No, they’re-... they’re not mine” he admitted and she frowned, her smirk growing a little “so you’ll have me take care of a stranger’s plants, then?” she asked and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, the other still holding the bottle that held water in it for the plants. “No…”

“So they’re not yours and they’re not someone else’s?”

“Right.”

“Are you giving them to me?”

“More like returning” he admitted, much more at ease now as he put the bottle back on the small ceramic plate made for it on a small shelf. Ophelia frowned as he walked closer, a brief chuckle leaving her “returned? These aren’t my plants…”

“They are… I-I’ve tried to keep them proper, you know, like you did. You know, trimming them and such…” he admitted and Ophelia walked over to one of the ‘new’ plants, reaching for it, examining it with a frown “I don’t know what you’ve been drinking, Merlin, but these aren’t mine. These leaves should be trimmed diagonally, not like this” she offered the insight quietly and softly, making Merlin smile at her fondly “I’ll remember that next time if you disappear on me again” he mumbled to himself with a smirk, studying her as she turned around to frown at her “what in the name of Merl-... what are you talking about?” she corrected herself, Merlin smiling briefly before walking out of the bedroom, returning with a bag that made Ophelia’s eyes widen. In his hands were the bag she always had with her. It was a little damaged and looked like it was centuries old but it had been patched up and kept as intact as humanly and inhumanly possible. “That’s-... h-how-... Merlin’s Beard!!” she nearly yelled in shock as she walked towards him, her eyes on the bag and Merlin grinned. “You’ve got to stop saying that” he stated with amusement and her head snapped up to look at him. Her heart raced for some reason at that sentence. She studied him before frowning, looking away from him with a look of confusion borderlining on fear on her face. “I think I’d like to be alone, for now, Professor Emrys” she muttered hesitantly, as though no longer trusting herself… or him.

The possibility that she didn’t trust him made his heart ache and shatter, his smile and all signs of joy were gone and he put the bag down on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. “R-Right! Yeah, sorry I just-”

“No, no I didn’t mean it like that! I just-” she sighed with a frown, continuing to keep her gaze away from him and his heart mended a little at her words “I just… m-my leg, it pains me and I’d like to be alone when this happens” she lied smoothly, Merlin nodding despite the fact that he knew it was a lie. “I didn’t mean to-... I didn’t-”

“It’s alright, Merlin” she stated softly with a very faint smile, barely noticeable, like the tears in her eyes, but he noticed. He nodded and turned around, leaving the living quarters and the second the door shut she let out a shaky breath, eyes closing, a few tears running down her cheeks when she did. Her eyes returned to the bag and she carefully hobbled over, hesitantly picking it up. It was old. Far older than she remembered. Perhaps it was a copy? She opened it, sitting down in the chair Merlin had placed it in, staring into the abyss of the bag and hesitantly, very hesitantly, she stuck her arm into it, looking away when her arm began to obscure her view into the bag, fumbling her hand around as it brushed up against several things until-

She pulled out a large book that she recognised, tears once again forming in her eyes and she hesitantly let her fingers run over the old picture of her, Hermione, Harry and Ron, a faint smile on her lips as she opened the book. The picture that usually was the first to be seen was gone and she smiled, remembering it’s place on the fireplace mantle. She continued through the book, smiling sadly at each picture, having missed them more than she thought was possible. At the very end was a picture she didn’t recognise. At least she thought she didn’t. It wasn’t of anyone she’d ever met before. It was faded and not as well taken as the other pictures, but it was still obvious that one of the people waving back at her was Ophelia. With a healthy leg. She was smiling like she hadn’t done before the war, in a way that was lost to her. At least that’s what she thought.

Next to her stood an old man, her brows furrowing, her fingers grazing over the picture as it moved, smiling up at her and she felt the same sense of comfort as when Merlin talked about the person who had supposedly taught him all he knew. She thought she’d have trouble remembering the name but it was like it was carved into the deepest walls of her memories.

Gaius.

The man in the picture, smiling and waving at her, was Gaius. For some reason, it made sense. Looking at him, smiling up at her, it felt a bit like seeing someone dearly loved after years apart… she felt the same sense of comfort as her mum, her grandmother, her uncle… Molly Weasley… the same comfort they provided

Gaius’ clothes in the picture, and the surrounding furniture and bottles and books, felt familiar to her, like a home away from home. She couldn’t help but smile a little, tears nearly running down her cheeks and onto the picture and she had to put the book away to wipe away the tears so they wouldn’t ruin anything. She sniffled a little before picking the book back up, wiping her nose a little as she carefully slid out the picture. She studied it with a warm smile before instinctually, for no real reason that she knew of, flipped it around, as though she knew something was on the back of it. And she was right. A small, faded, smudged out message, wishing someone a happy birthday, the name long since smudged and faded, unreadable, but it somehow made her smile even more, faded two and a half hearts were left after the name that was smudged out, the handwriting was so old and smudged that she couldn’t see if she recognized it or not, yet she had a feeling that she did, for some strange reason that she’d forgotten about. It was obvious that the picture hadn’t always been in the book, it was a new addition from what she remembered of the book before she lost it. It’s corners were faded and bent back and forth, a tiny hole in the left lower side of the picture, some of it torn out but overall, aside from how old it looked and felt against the pads of her fingers, the paper on the back almost yellow, it was well taken care of. Treasured by whoever had placed it in the book after years and years of carrying it around. Carefully she slid the picture back into the small holding frame, a smile on her lips as she carefully closed the book, hearing it’s cracked spine creak a little as she did and she smiled, placing it on a nearby table, making sure it was safe where it was, unaware of the added pictures past the page of Ophelia and the stranger, Gaius, waving up at her and seemingly having a bit of fun with each other.

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Merlin was quiet as he walked into the office near the greenhouse classrooms, looking around at the plants, big and small, harmless and poisonous, some harvested ingredients standing proudly in massive amounts, ready to be given to Professor Slughorn to be used in whatever way he deemed fit. At the end of the room was a large round table, a chair behind it and a woman sat in the chair, something in front of her, which he’d come to learn is called a ‘newspaper’. She had flipped through almost the entire thing, a pencil in her hand, the end of it against her lips, teeth biting down around the end as she held the pencil, brows furrowed as she stared at the page, her cane resting against the table, next to her. He hadn’t ever really gotten a good look at her cane. It had a silver wolf’s head for a handle, the cane itself a dark navy blue, the end of it fitted with a small flat footing of something soft that without a doubt helped keep the cane steady when weight was put on it, since the cane slipping at such a moment wouldn’t be ideal.

“Of course! ‘Butterfly’. God, I’m stupid… and blind” she half-joked to herself and scribbled something on the paper in front of her, smirking as she began to scribble some more before frowning again, muttering under her breath as she grabbed her wand and pointed it at something in the paper before picking her pencil back up again, shaking her head a little “fuck” she muttered and Merlin couldn’t help but smile a little. He remembered when they broke into Camelot after Morgana took over and took Uther as prisoner. They had just gotten into the room with the Cup of Life when that word was uttered by her upon seeing the several undead soldiers standing between them and the Cup. “Professor Black? What are you doing?” he asked softly but she still flinched, her cheeks filling with heat and she cleared her throat awkwardly “Professor Emrys! I-... uh… it’s-... nothing…”

“Is that the Daily Prophet?”

“No, actually, it’s-... a-a muggle newspaper…”

“Muggle? Interesting” he muttered and walked over, Ophelia sighing heavily, leaning back in her chair, gesturing to the newspaper with a certain aggression that Merlin found extremely cute “I have a friend who bought me this because I wanted to learn how to do anagrams… except I’m horrible at it” she admitted with burning cheeks, Merlin smiling a little at her as he stood beside her, leaning down to study it “you’ve done really well. I don’t know why you think you’re not good at it” he encouraged but she groaned “no! I’m horrible… I don’t know half of these muggle words… I didn’t grow up with muggles after I turned eleven and even then I barely went to school… I was bullied so much I skipped and missed classes so I don’t know anything…”

“I’d say you know a lot judging by this. Perhaps you know more than you think… if you’d like, I could help you? I grew up around muggles quite a lot…” he admitted sheepishly and she looked at him like he was sent from God “would you? Please” she encouraged and he smiled, pointing her wand at a chair from the side of the room, pulling the chair over next to her and with a swift wave of her wand, Ophelia made another pencil, giving it to him with a shy smile. “Do you know what an anagram is?” she asked and he hesitated before shaking his head a little, making her chuckle “it’s alright, I didn’t either. Of course Hermione knows, she knows pretty much everything” Ophelia muttered the last part to herself “alright so, it’s about taking these words and sort of making a new word out of it, but it has to be a real word. Like… it’s easy to start at the ones with only two letters. So, let’s say you see one with two letters and it spells ‘NO’, that makes it ‘ON’, see? And you continue to do that, it’s why it’s easier to start with the ones that have only two letters. The letters have to match up, you can’t write an A if the words it’ll cross with doesn’t have an A in it where you want to put it, and you can’t just make up your own words. Now, this large picture here? The sentence in it? It’s sort of the final word you have to get from it’s letters and it’s usually insanely long or something like that. Also, even though the words you have to work with have spaces in between, no spaces! It has to be one word, all of it. Did I explain it right?” she asked hesitantly and Merlin nodded with a smile “I think so” he stated softly as he looked at her and she grinned, his heart melting at the sight and she leaned over the paper once more, studying it, thinking Merlin was doing the same but he couldn’t help but just-... looking at her…

After centuries with only a fading picture, he was like an addict, finally getting his fix, his chance to admire her with the utmost devotion that she deserved. “I think… I-I think this is supposed to spell ‘bicycle’... right? See, the C would fit there and the L would fit under this, right?” she asked, looking up at him and he quickly pretended to just have lifted his head to look at her, instead of having admired her all this time and he looked at the paper, nodding, “see? You don’t need my help-”

“Hold your brooms, Merlin, I’m far from done yet” she quickly said with a laugh before looking back down at the paper “there’s still a lot of words here… imagine if the wizarding world made these. I’m not saying I’m a master of every single thing in our world but it’d be much easier to decipher…” she added in a more quiet voice, brows furrowing again and he once again admired her, the paper and anagram long forgotten in his mind, everything was blank except her… she was just as beautiful as he remembered, every small detail, the curve of her nose, her nose bridge that he knew she secretly hated for being ‘too bulky’ when it was nothing short of perfect. He was sitting on her left so he could see her blue eye, just as enchanting as he remembered it and he found that after all these years, that picture didn’t do her justice, especially since it was in black and white and grey. Nothing could do her justice. Nothing except sitting here with her, in the classroom office that was empty except for the two of them, sitting close together with Ophelia hunched over the paper, gnawing at the end of her pencil whenever a certain word vexed her. This moment right here made all the centuries of wait and worry worth it.

[britishcupoftea]

Summer in the lighthouse part 2

y’all I fished the second part out from my notes app 🤡 let’s make a fool of myself again. I wanted to also say yea no I realise I didn’t write part 3 and idk how long this part is so 😤 you get what your given. Try not to die of cringe please 🙏🙏🙏

Chapter 2- simple things

I woke about 9am, properly this time, as in I couldn’t go back to sleep. The sun shine through my thin curtains and illuminated my room, all of a sudden the shock a sheer sunlight had put things into perspective. So far, I had caught feelings for a girl… maybe, actually thought about reading a book, landed extremely awkwardly on top of the girl, shared a bed with a girl and barely got any sleep. Wow this was gonna be one crazy summer if it carries on like this. That morning I was drunk with exhaustion, the night had really taken a toll on my head. At about 10:30, i wobbly walked down the stairs  for breakfast. I shoved a couple slices of bread into the toaster and slumped into a chair at the table: when I sat down I noticed a sticky note stuck to the patterned table cloth. ‘Gone out for fishing back at 4 the girls are at home -Maddie xx’

Thank god, I was too tired to do anything today. After a few minutes my toast popped and I rummaged through the cupboards till I found some butter. I am one of those strange people that oddly like 1 spread, jam or peanut butter, marmite, Nutella it just doesn’t do it for me. I like plain and simple things… ha if only Leah was plain and simple. There I go again, linking everyone to Leah like an utter idiot, what was wrong with me. The toast gave me the strength to make the huge climb back up the stairs. From there I changed into new clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a lose black shirt. Then I noticed the book that sat in the centre of my desk ‘the man who hunted gods’, uhh was this meant  to be here? Had Leah left it from me? Curiosity lead my hands forwards and I took the book, it black cover was smooth against my palms, not creased or crinkled. Sitting back down onto my bed and leading against the wall, I opened the book and flicked froward to the first page… ‘3 weeks, 3 weeks, was that enough time to prepare? What if I lost him forever? What if I couldn’t make it? No my brother would fight till the very end. I remember him as clear as daylight…’ I read my eyes darting from word to word. I must have lost my self in that book for a damn long time because when I looked up to my desktop alarm clock, it said 2:34. Wow that passed fast, I was about 2 chapters from the end of the book and I was nearly screaming with frustration and excitement. I had never know a book could be so good, I’m sort of glad I gave into my stupid emotions or I wouldn’t have read this. Reading, that’s something I must add to my list of things I enjoy. Mostly I enjoyed the simple things like just sitting there or eating but now I could add reading to my small list of things I enjoyed. Searching through my mind, I found my mental list of things I enjoyed and added reading onto the bottom. Just above reading was cricket , I remember adding it last summer when I was sent off to a cricket camp and I found that I actually quite liked the sport. I had even made some friends there, Archie and Jacob were my favourite of the bunch. It was still an hour and 20 minutes till Janes and Maddie were meant  to be back at the house, and apparently Leah and Darcy were supposed to be home so I went to check on them.

First I checked on Darcy, I still have no idea why, perhaps because she was younger and less responsible so she might well have died in the night or something, when I came down the stairs into her room, she had looked up from the floor where she was braiding her long brown hair. “Hey George, ur finally up, want to help me with something?” Uhh help with what I wondered… “uh I’ll help but it depends on what I’m helping with” I said casually. Walking a couple steps into her room, it was quite like Leah’s but inside of many bookshelves, the walls were lined with posters and trash and clothes were plied in most corners. “Braiding my hair obviously, come and sit down.” Darcy beaconed  me over to where she sat on the floor and trying to to seem impolite, I came and kneeled behind her. I can’t remember where I learnt to plate hair from but it was hell of a lot useful right now; i picked her hair up that was laying on her shoulders and split it into three clumps. “You do know how to braid hair right? Or you’re gonna make my hair look like a mess.” Darcy said, trying to keep her head still as she talked. “Yea I do, and I don’t think it’s gonna look too bad.” I responded back as I exaggerated on the bad part. Darcy huffed and sat still as I began to braid her hair. About half way down, pulled forward and looked up at me, almost tugging the hair from my hands. “Your quite cute you know.” She said it in a matter of fact way that made me a bit uncomfortable.

I didn’t know what to say.. I’m sure nothing bad would happen because it’s not like I had to stay here for 3 months over summer break or anything. “umm thanks I guess but stop staring at me or it will ruin the plate.” Then she straightened up and let me carry on plating her hair in peace, once I had finished I held out my hand for a hair band and she popped on into my hand that had a note attached to it. It read ‘your very cute ;) can’t believe your staying for 3 months’. I furrowed my eyebrows together and ripped the note off and crinkled it up. Then before I tied the end of the braid, I threw the paper towards the bin and funnily enough it landed right in. “Good at throwing things too” muttered Darcy. I was quite annoyed at this point and i tugged her hair back and tied the ends. “There done” I was grumpy and didn’t care to hide it, she was 13 for gods sake.

By the time I was done with Darcy, it was 3 and I made my way back up the stairs and into Leah’s room. I looked round for her, and saw her standing next to the cupboard, a pair of denim shorts in her hands… uh oh… she had the shorts in her hands.. no on her… “GEORGE!” She shouted, and turned away from me tugging her shorts on and pulling her shirt out from where it had tucked into the shorts. I span away from her and looked straight at the wall, a pink flush filling my checks. Oh my god.. I am so dumb! STUPID! I almost wanted to shout it. From behind me I heard the cupboard slam shut, at least I was only looking at her face and hands and well basically all her top half. “Sorry, sorry I’m so sorry” I mumbled, still facing the wall. “Could have knocked! And you can turn around now for your information” said Leah a bit angrily. I slowly turned around, relief washing over my blush, she was wearing a oversized white button down shirt and a shirt pair of denim shorts. Her hair tied back into a messy bun, the good kind of bun, not the hungry hobo person, the cute curious girl. Wow she was gorgeous. Damn it George, snap out of it.

“I came to check on you..” I muttered, fumbling over my words in my flusteredness. (I don’t care what y’all think that’s a word now) Leah gave me a disapproving glare that I almost shrank back from, and I was almost tempted to throw one back at her. “I don’t need you to check on me”. I narrowed my eyes at her as she said it, as if I was inspecting her for some unseen injuring that I knew she was hiding. My concern was greeted with a roll of her eyes and a vague gesture. Lead said, “Well I haven’t died yet unfortunately.” The words laced in sarcasm. I was so ready to go home. “I finished your book”

EW WHAT IS THIS UNFATHOMABLE CRINGE! That is enough. Also this is all I wrote up too 😭 I’ll write some more if y’all want to curl up and die from cringe again. Sorry if I killed you💀🙏 goodbye

[2weebswrite]

Back From the Bar (Ai Mikaze x F-Reader x Ranmaru Kurosaki) (NSFW)

This is literally the first NSFW thing I ever wrote. This is in 1st person. I know some people aren’t a fan of that, but I didn’t want to go in and edit it. This is from a while back. -Frost

I closed the door behind me, leaned against it, and slid down. I was exhausted and honestly tired of standing. Being a bartender was hard, long hours full of drunk people slurring their words, and others flirting endlessly with you.

I shivered, remembering the man that had tried to climb across the bar to touch me. He had almost succeeded in grabbing me, and I would be forever grateful in my coworker for pulling me out of his reach. I was usually good about avoiding things like that, but I had been mixing a complicated drink and was focused on getting it right. I ended up spilling the cocktail all over myself.

I stood up, throwing my bag on the couch as I walked into the kitchen. There was a plate covered in foil with a note next to it. I looked at the time, 4:09 AM, might as well be my breakfast. I hated coming home this late. I clenched my fists, before ripping off the foil and shoving the plate in the microwave. There was no doubt in my mind that my boyfriends had been asleep for ages now. The microwave beeped and grabbed my food before hopping the counter to eat.

As I ate, I scrolled through the text messages that I had got during work. I responded to a few before I finished and put my plate in the sink. My shoulders fell as I realized there was no way I could go to bed without a shower. Just as I hopped off the counter, a hand was placed on my shoulder. I spun and attempted to punch whoever had snuck in.

Ai caught my fist before it could connect with anything. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"According to my data, you've never been this jumpy. Something must have happened at work. Do you wish to talk about it?" Ai asked. I gave him a tired smile before leaning into his chest. "Before you ask, Ranmaru is still asleep. The probability of him waking up is about 25%, as we had many photoshoots scheduled for yesterday."

"That's good at least. I'm sorry for waking you up." I looked up at him from my place against his chest. "As for what happened, all I'm gonna say is Drunk Men." An idea popped up in my head, and I smirked. "I do, however, need a shower. Care to join me?"

Ai's face shifted to show confusion. "I wasn't aware that I needed one. Do I smell?" He asked. I let out a small laugh.

"No, Ai, you don't smell or anything. Sometimes couples bathe together, they may have intimate moments while in the shower or bath," I said with a blush, and Ai tilted his head.

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of-"

"Ai. I love you, but I need you to throw logic and common sense out the window once in a while."

"Without common sense-"

"I want your company! So shut up and come shower with me." I finally told him, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the bathroom with me.

I nuzzled into Ai's chest, feeling content being held in familiar arms. We had both washed up and were now just standing under the warm water.

"You seem to be much more at ease than you were earlier." I looked up at him and smiled.

"I feel a lot better than I did, I'm no longer covered in sticky syrup and alcohol. I'm in the arms of one of the two men I trust." I told him before pulling his head down to mine. Our lips met, and it was like a switch was turned, suddenly my back was up against the wall. One of his hands was at my hips, the other was tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to him. The kiss was full of lust and longing, and I couldn't help but return with equal force. I ran my hands up his toned stomach all the way up to entwine my fingers in his hair.

We parted for just a second to catch our breaths before diving back into the kiss. One of Ai's hands came up and gave my breast a soft squeeze. I moaned into the kiss, my core heating up with need. It had been weeks since I last did anything this intimate with either of my boyfriends. His lips moved down my neck, and as I pulled his hair, he let out a little moan of his own.

"You know, I'm not sure what I was expecting when I walked in here at 5 in the morning, but it wasn't this. I'm not complaining, as long as you plan on letting me join in." I looked behind Ai, and there the other love of my life, Ranmaru. He smirked and turned the water off.

"Come on, the bed seems like a much better place for this. Ai grab a towel." He ordered. Ai stepped back, still holding me in his arms, and glared at Ranmaru. I stepped out of Ai's embrace, out of the shower, and into Ranmaru's chiseled chest. Ai grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders before grabbing one for himself, and walking over to the bed and laying down. Ranmaru looked down at me, the sexy smirk he had on his face almost had me on my knees.

He scooped me up into his arms and carried me towards Ai and the bed. Ranmaru gently laid me next to Ai, who promptly began to attack my neck with kisses and love bites, his hands gently massaging my breasts. I bit my lips in an attempt to hold in a moan.

"Come on, Kitten, don't hold in those precious moans of yours." Ranmaru husked, his voice low and sexy, as he climbed on top of me. I whimpered as he began to finger my slit.

"De-Deeper!" I moaned out as Ai pinched my nipple. He was getting rougher with my body, moving from my neck to my ear.

"My sensors are going crazy; you’re the only one who can do this to me." He whispered in my ear, as Ranmaru slide in fingers into my pussy. I gasped at the feeling, it had been so long since the three of us did something like this.

"Ran-Ran-Ranmaru!" I manage to choke out between moans. He started to speed up, curling his fingers. I pulled his head down to mine and crashed out lips together. I was starving for his kisses, his body.

I was so lost in the kiss's heat and didn't notice the second that he stopped. I made a whining noise in my throat that turned into a full-on moan as I felt Ai start to lick and prod my cunt with his tongue. Ranmaru broke away from the kiss and began to suck on my nipple. I felt my core tighten.

"Ai! Ran! Pl-Please!!!!! I-I!" I shrieked, trying to tell them how close I was. Ranmaru looked up at me.

"Cum (Y/N)." That was all it took, I screamed, the coil in my stomach bursting. Ranmaru pulls me close as I come down from my high, and I hear Ai come and lay down by my side.

"I love you two so much," I said, panting.

"We love you too, Kitten," Ranmaru whispered, moving the stray hairs out of my face.

"Now get some sleep, we'll be here when you wake up. We have the day off tomorrow, don't worry." Ai said, caressing my cheek. I leaned my head into his touch, and grabbed Ranmaru's hand.

"Are you sure?" I mumbled, the exhaustion catching up with me. They both nodded.

"We can take care of ourselves."

"Just get some sleep, Kitten."