#my friends cancelled on me and this is how I choose to spend my time

[spicedfink]

Allow me to offer the idea of, bug Prismo

What if the alt forms went both ways and Prismo was like "Heyy Scrabby, look I'm a bug too"

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Eight

— Little Big Allergy

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Note: I am not a medical professional, so please let me know if something is incorrect

"Don't you dare think about cancelling, you are going on that date," your best friend's voice rang out of your phone on speaker while you were choosing a dress for tonight.

You turned to look at the phone, as if your best friend was standing there, "I'm not going to cancel, I just don't know what to wear," you responded, placing another dress against your body but frowning.

"Wear that one sexy red dress you have, who knows, you might just get laid tonight."

You shuffled through your closet, finding the red dress in the back, which was expected since you didn't wear it in a long time. You held it out in front of you, "don't you think it's too revealing for the first date? Maybe I could wear this next time."

It was a backless, short garment with two straps. While the back was revealing, so was the front, which featured two cutouts around the hips and exposed a bit of cleavage due to the lack of material.

Your friend hummed, "so we're planning a second date as well huh?" You could basically hear her smirk on the other end. "Well I hope this date goes well," you reasoned, but the jittery feeling didn't go away.

"You and Max are already good friends who happen to flirt occasionally, what could go wrong?" Then after a short pause, she added, "actually no, don't answer that. Try your blue dress, I bet he'd like to see you in blue."

After almost every interaction you've had with Max, starting from the grocery store, you've told your friend everything. Which is why when she suggested wearing blue, you weren't opposed to it.

Putting your red dress back in the closet for another time, which was hopefully soon, you held a navy blue dress in your hand, examining it before holding it up against your body.

While this one, like the red dress, had two straps holding it together, it was longer, reaching a few inches past your knees and including a little slit down the side for convenience.

"Alright, this is the one," you stated and continued conversing with your friend while you changed and began doing your makeup.

"So Bella is at Tyler's?" She asked, making you nod before realizing that she couldn't see you. "Yeah, she'll be there for the weekend."

"Oh how fun!" You could hear the sarcasm in her voice and chuckled, "it's fine, she should be spending time with her dad."

"The same one who called her overdramatic? Did you seriously have to have a kid with a guy like him?" This was a conversation you've had with her many times, and you would always reply with the same answer, "we were young and immature, but Isabella is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"She truly is, which makes me glad that she turned out like you more than him." You chuckled, "oh trust me, I am glad about that too. It would've been a nightmare if I had to see a little version of him all the time."

"So, speaking of Isabella, how are you going to tell her that you are dating someone who happens to be her favourite person in her favourite sport?"

You groaned, "I don't know, I really don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, because of what Tyler told me," you explained. "Are you still believing his words? Actually scratch that, why are you letting your ex determine your future relationship?"

"God, why do you have to ask such questions," you muttered, taking a moment to think about your response.

"I don't want to believe him, I have a feeling something else happened that day which he didn't tell me about. Plus he's not only my ex, he's the father of my child. I don't think of him as anything more than that."

"Honestly that asshole shouldn't even be considered the father of such a beautiful little girl," your friend stated, and you couldn't help but agree with her.

"Anyways, let's not talk about him, I don't want to ruin my mood before the night even starts," you comment, with your friend humming in agreement.

"You're right, let's talk about Max!" She exclaimed, making you chuckle. That's whom you ended up talking about for the remainder of the time you were getting ready.

Even though she knew all the details right from day one, she wanted another whole story time of how you and Max met, leading up to when he asked you out. Instead of opposing to repeat the story, which you don't even know how many times you've told her by now, you happily told her all the details as if it was the first time.

A few minutes after you ended the phone call with your best friend, your phone rang again which you initially thought was a call from Max. However, it was a call from an unknown number.

You answered the call, and you were met with a woman's panicking voice on the other end, "is this Isabella's mother?"

"Yes, who is this?" You asked first, calming down the inner voices that instantly thought about the worse possible scenario involving your daughter.

"I'm Emma, I don't know if you know me but I am actually at the hospital, with Isabella." You tightened your grasp on the phone, as it was close to slipping away from your hands at Emma's words.

"What happened and which hospital are you at?" You instantly began moving around your house, finding your car keys as you waited for a response.

Emma told you the address as you were leaving through the front door. "She had a severe allergic reaction, and I thought it would be best to bring her to the hospital. I am sorry for disturbing you, I wasn't able to get in touch with Tyler."

You took a deep breath in, knowing that it was bound to happen someday, even though you would rather not have it happen at all. "I'm on my way, should be there in ten minutes. Thank you for letting me know."

It would've been pointless to argue with her, especially since she was the one who informed you of the situation at hand and had the decency to take your daughter to the hospital.

You rushed into the hospital within eight minutes, a record time for you, and you might've broken a few speeding laws but it was for a good reason. It didn't take too long finding Isabella, considering she was in the ER, with a frantic woman standing nearby, whom you assumed was Emma.

As soon as she spotted you, her first words to you was another apology, "I am so, so sorry, I had no idea she had a peanut allergy." That led you towards one question, well more than one but you started off with just one, "what happened?"

She sighed, before telling you how she spent the entire day with Isabella. "One of my friends came by and dropped off some baked goods, I swear I had no idea that it had peanuts in it."

You reasoned that if you calmed her down, it would calm you down as well, because the increasing dread in your thoughts would not benefit you in any situation. You put your hands on her shoulders, "I'm not blaming you for it, you didn't know."

You looked at the doors leading to the ER, "how bad was it?" Emma hesitated before muttering words that made your heart ache, "really bad, she started swelling up everywhere and then passed out."

You tried to sit down, but the need to know her well-being caused you to walk back and forth in the hallway.  Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you were about to ignore it until you recalled something really important.

"Shit!" Max was calling. Of course he was, after all he was expecting you to be home and ready for a date tonight.

"Hey, I'm standing at your front door, are you home or?" He started and awkwardly chuckled, causing you to shut your eyes, imagining how the night was expected to go. He was probably holding a bouquet of flowers, looking like an idiot standing by the door because you weren't home.

"Max, I'm so sorry, I'm actually at the hospital." There was no reason to lie, but even after telling the truth, you didn't feel any less guilty.

"What happened? Are you okay? Is Isabella okay?" His response was quick, and slightly surprising but you've known Max long enough that his kindness wasn't as shocking anymore.

"It's Isabella, allergic reaction," you briefly described, and heard some shuffling around on the other end before he asked for the address. "You don't have to come," you told him as you normally did, but he didn't agree again, saying "I want to."

You didn't argue with him, as your heart warmed at the fact that Max wanted to see Isabella himself, and stay right by your side until she was completely fine.

Quickly telling him the address as you noticed a doctor walking towards you and Emma, you hung up the call. "Which one of you is the patient's guardian?"

You stepped forward, "I'm her mother, how is she?"

"It was an anaphylactic allergic reaction, however everything is under control. We've administered epinephrine but we will be moving her to the ICU for a few hours just for observation purposes in case the symptoms are back."

You let out a sigh in relief, as did Emma. "Thank you," you nodded towards the doctor. Once they left, you sat down, the anxiousness leaving your body.

Looking at Emma, who was standing against the wall in front of you, you had another question brewing in your mind. "Where was Tyler when all this happened?" You asked, remembering that she called you only because she couldn't reach him.

"He said he had an emergency meeting come up," Emma spoke her words carefully, earning raised eyebrows from you. "He left you alone with my daughter?" You had to confirm the words you were hearing and scoffed once she nodded.

"It's not your responsibility to take of my child, it's his. You're not her guardian nor babysitter, you shouldn't have to do that." Emma shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "it's not the first time."

"How dare he?" You muttered under your breath before standing up and stepping closer to her. "We both have epipens for situations like this, and I am assuming that since you didn't know about her allergy, Tyler didn't tell you about the epipen either?”

Emma shook her head, "no, he didn't."

His lack of attention, led Isabella right to this moment. If he had told Emma about your daughter's allergy, or even what to do when she has allergic reaction, neither of you would be this worried about her health.

Emma, having realizing the depth of the situation, sighed, "I haven't been able to get a hold of him and if it weren't for Isabella constantly talking about you and telling me your phone number to the point where I had it memorized, I wouldn't have known what to do in this situation."

You pitied the woman standing in front of you, especially as you also knew that it was not her fault. You cracked a smile, "she talks about me huh?"

"Oh yeah, she considers you the best mother in the world, and based on her stories, I agree with her."

Then, you heard Max calling your name, walking towards you in a rush. He instantly wrapped an arm around your waist as if it was an instinct, "is she okay?"

Emma stepped away, picking up her phone for another useless attempt of calling her boyfriend.

You wrapped both arms around Max, bringing him in a hug, "yeah, she's okay."

Once he pulled back, he cradled your face with his palms, "are you okay?" You smiled, and your eyes filled with unshed tears because of his question. "Much better now."

Then, Max noticed your outfit which happened to be the dress you were supposed to wear on your date. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze unwavering, taking you in.

He was also dressed up, wearing a suit with a bow tie, and you couldn't help but reach up to touch it, "cute," you commented, making him raise his brows.

"Cute?" He repeated with a questioning tone. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to prevent a smile. "Cute and handsome."

"You are beautiful," he replied, watching as you avert your eyes because his gaze was intense.

"Oh, Max, this is Emma," you decided to introduce them, and added, "she's the one who brought Isabella here."

Max raised an eyebrow in question, "I thought Isabella was with Tyler?" He asked, directed at you more than Emma.

"Well, he wasn't home when this happened, only Emma and Isabella," you stated, and Max gauged your emotions for a moment, quickly recognizing the underlying rage you had directed at your ex. Max knew you'd be discussing this later, in the safety of your own house, so he didn't ask you to elaborate. 

A nurse came by, "Isabella is now conscious, and asking for her parents," they stated, along with the room number.

Emma looked at you and Max with a fond smile, before turning towards you, "I think I should get going now that you're here."

A genuine smile graced your lips, "thank you, Emma, for bringing her here and for staying with her even without him."

"Of course, she's the cutest little girl and I'm glad to get to know her." Both of you stood still for a moment, debating on whether or not you should hug her. Then, without thinking twice you initiated a hug that was easily welcomed by her.

You waited till she left your sights before looking at Max, "let's go?" You held out your hand but he shrugged, "she's asking for her parents, you should go."

You stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "you're coming with me," you decided for him. Although Max didn't pull away, he asked, "what if she doesn't want to see me?"

"Trust me, she'll be happy to see you," you convinced him and walked towards the room she was admitted in while holding each other's hand.

When you entered, Isabella's smile widened once she spotted you and Max. "Mama, Maxy!" She cheered, though quieter than usual.

A nurse stood by her side, monitoring her health and checking the IV drip inserted into your daughter's arm.

"Oh my angel, how are you?" You dropped Max's hand and walked closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead. Instead of a verbal response, she formed a thumbs up with her hand.

Then she looked at the door again, "is daddy coming too?" Isabella asked, sounding hopeful. You shook your head, "no sweetheart, daddy is not coming."

Instead of the usual deflated mood, she shrugged, "it's okay, Maxy's here." She held her arms around asking for a hug, only flinching for a moment since she forgot about the drip connected to her arm.

Max quickly stepped forward, bending over to hug her. "All good, Bella?" He asked, once he felt her arms wrap around him tighter. She nodded for a moment then shook her head against him, "it hurts," she whispered.

He brought his hand up to ruffle her hair before pulling away, "you are a very brave girl."

"Really?" She asked, and scooted over a little so Max could sit beside her. He nodded, "of course! Very brave."

She beamed, snuggling closer to him before looking at you. "Mama, come here," she patted the other side, and surprisingly the three of you were able to fit on the very small hospital bed.

A nurse was constantly in the room, checking in on Isabella's health from time to time and since there weren't any repeated symptoms of an allergic reaction, the three of you were out of the hospital in a few hours.

Max followed you in his car, and carried your sleeping daughter inside the house. Instead of taking her straight to her bedroom, he laid her down on the couch in case she wakes up and needs her mother.

It was safe to say that you were not going too far away from her any time soon.

You were in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water when he returned. He stood behind you, with his hands trailing down your sides before resting on your waist, and his chin on your shoulder. "Did I tell you how stunning you look?"

You hummed, "maybe a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."

He turned you around in his grasp, "well, you look breathtakingly beautiful."

You blushed, "you and your compliments," you chuckled. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, but you shook your head, "nothing, it's just I'll never get bored of hearing it."

He smiled, "good, because you'll be hearing at least one every day."

You tilted your head to the side, "every day? Are you sure you won't run out?" He shook his head, "not unless you keep finding ways to make me speechless."

Both of you remained in that position for a moment but then you frowned, "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" He tilted your chin up as soon as you averted your gaze away from him. "We weren't able to go on the date."

Max let out a sound in protest, "I'm pretty sure your daughter's health matters so much more than our date night. Plus the night isn't over," he added with a smile, confusing you even further.

"What does that mean?" He parted away from you and it quickly made you miss the warmth that his body provided you. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable," he suggested, almost pushing you out of the kitchen.

You weren't opposed to the idea, so you went upstairs to change after checking on your daughter. You found the most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and removed your makeup as well.

Walking back downstairs, you saw Max waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. He had removed his blazer and bow tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well.

He held out his hand, waiting for your hand to hold his, and although you were confused, you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hold his hand.

"It's not much, definitely not up to first date standards but we'll manage," he commented as he led you to the kitchen table where he had prepared two packets of instant noodles.

"I haven't been on a date in forever so anything you do will set my standards." You smiled when you noticed the lit candle.

"Well, then I will raise your standards next time by taking you out on a proper date." He held the chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before rounding the table and sitting down himself.

It took two minutes before Max moved his own chair right next to yours because he didn't want to sit on the opposite side. You chuckled at his antics but it was much appreciated.

"What's on your mind?" he asked once he saw you visibly thinking. You shrugged, "I don't think we should be discussing these thoughts on a first date."

"This is far from what a first date should be like, so there are no rules. I know you want to talk about what happened at the hospital," he prompted and he was spot on, so you agreed.

"I can't believe he actually left Isabella under Emma's supervision. Not that there is anything wrong with her, but it's not her responsibility!" Max nodded in agreement, "where was he?"

"In a fucking meeting," you exasperated, eating another forkful of the noodles. "It must've been very stressful for Emma," you sighed, finishing your short rant because you truly had no words for your ex's irresponsible behaviour.

Still, Max listened to every word. Once you were finished eating, he turned your chair towards him. "We can agree on the fact that he is an incompetent father."

"Yeah, I don't even know what would've happened if Emma wasn't there either. He surely wouldn't have left Bella alone right?"

Max shrugged, "hey, stop worrying about what could've happened. Bella's safe, she's okay." He placed a palm on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

You nodded, "you're right." Making eye contact with him, you were quickly lost in his gaze. While it almost made you want to look away, you couldn't.

"You know," you started, wanting to divert away from the current topic. He hummed, urging you to go on.

"I don't really care for an extravagant date, all I really need is you. I'm happy with this, with us." He smiled, to the point where you could notice the creases forming at the corners.

"I'm happy with us too, but I will be taking you out on an extravagant date because you deserve it, as well as much more."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that it would be hard to convince Max otherwise, but you could think of a few ways to try when the time comes.

"Thank you for being here with me," you added, needing him to know about your appreciation. Your words also hinted at all the moments he shared with you, and Isabella.

He seemed to understand your hint, "I'm glad to be here with you, both of you."

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[xxblairexxss]

Pastries

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

I got carried away and it might be too long for your liking sorry about that! Not proofread!

Charles had asked you to tag along for his interview. It was a casual one. Even the whole set up looked less kind of a formal one and more like a hang-out amongst friends kinda vibe. He had promised to take you out to try the new bakery that had just opened this month and took over the social media the next second they started receiving customers but the invitation for the interview came in last minute and his team had already accepted the offer before asking him since they thought it shouldn’t be a problem considering the fact that he’s on a break.

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“What about the bakery? You promised me last week we could go there…” You hated to be the kind of person but Charles had promised you that he would leave out all work related stuffs and became your full time boyfriend for the weekend but all your hopes were crushed when he told you about his last minute schedule. You had been looking forward to try the pastries you had seen on your tiktok, the pastries videos that you kept on sending to Charles so you knew which one to choose when you visited the bakery.

“I know, baby. The team told me last minute so I couldn’t say no.”

“Then can we go after the interview?” You had been laying on his chest, your legs all tangled up with his while you had the new episode of Black Mirror playing on the screen. Now that you knew you won’t be able to spend time with him this weekend, the new episode was no longer worth watching.

“I can’t. I got another thing coming right after the interview, baby.” Charles knew you would be sad when he told you about his schedule because he had already promised you and though he couldn’t see your face, you didn’t look up to see his face after he mentioned about the interview, he knew you were upset.

“Then what am I supposed to do? I have already cancelled my plan with my friend..” Charles’s gaze followed your figure as you sat up straight and turned to look at him. You looked so dejected and he felt so bad for being the reason behind it.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Charles sat up along and placed his hand on your neck to plant kisses on your sulky face to which you tilted your face away and scooted away with your arms crossed. “Ouch, that hurts.” He tried to lean in for another attempt on kisses but failed when you leaned away again. “Baby, come on..I’m sorry, okay? I know I made a promise but I can’t not go to the interview or I’ll get in trouble. What if I bring you along? You can take over Andrea’s role.” He placed his hand on your cheek to move your face so you were looking at him.

“Will that be okay?”

“Of course. I don’t think there’s anything wrong having my beautiful girlfriend with me. Does that mean I’m forgiven now?” Charles tilted your chin so you would look him in the eye.

“Fine..”

“Can I get my kiss?” He slanted closer to catch your lips and you covered his lips with your palm. “Baby, this is an abuse.”

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When you and Charles arrived at the set, Charles had introduced you to every of the staffs. You had been together for more than 2 years but you rarely tagged along for any other schedules unless during race week. You didn’t really think it was necessary for you to go unless if you were to show your support for him.

You were sitting along the staffs, watching your boyfriend answering questions here and there while scrolling on your phone but one question pricked up your ears.

“Being Charles Leclerc, does that mean you can get all the girls you want?”

You looked up and saw he was trying to laugh away the question. “I don’t need any other girls. I’ve got the girl of my dream right there.” He pointed at you and the interviewer just laughed along before moving on to the next one.

“Have you ever had any girls who threw themselves on you?”

“I bet your body count is high. How much do you think you could reach if you were single and not tie with one girl?”

“If you were broken up with your girlfriend by today, when do you think you can get her replacement. I don’t think it’ll be hard for you.”

“If someone ask to exchange their girlfriend with yours for a one night stand, would you say yes? Surely the girl wouldn’t say no for a one night stand with the Charles Leclerc.”

You were getting more and more uncomfortable. Sure, the first time he was asked the kind of question, you could take it as a joke but seeing the way the interviewer disrespecting you over and over again, there was no sane woman who would just stand there and let themself being spoken as if they were an item. Charles did very well dodging every questions but it was getting on your nerves how he could laugh and played along as if you weren’t being treated like a joke in front of these men so you stood up and gave an excuse you needed to take an emergency call before walking out of the set. Charles’s eyes were trailing on you as he saw you leaving.

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“Baby, what’s wrong?” He took a seat by your side after they were given a short break.

“What’s wrong? Are you being serious right now?”

“What? I don’t get it.” Charles replied and you could sense a hint of dubiety in his tone as if you were a mad person for suddenly reacting this way.

“How could you not get it, Charles? They freaking disrespected me over and over with those questions and it never once occurred to you that they were treating me like an item?” You stared at him in incredulity.

“They were just joking. You can’t even take a joke now?”

“Oh, I can’t take a joke? You called that a joke? Try to have people talking about my body count and they told you how every guys could bang me if they wanted. Is that funny to you?” You sworn he was asking to be slapped in the face with the way he looked irritated right now.

“You are overreacting, Y/N. You can’t take everything seriously.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I was being disrespected how can you—“

“This is why I didn’t want to bring you along with me.” That did it. You went from wanting to explain from your side to just shut your mouth as you stood up and took your stuffs.

“I didn’t even asked you to bring me with you.” You could feel your eyes getting teary and not from misery of what your boyfriend just said, you were infuriated because he didn’t even bother to listen from your side and instead just turned it around and made it seemed as if you were the one at fault.

“Yeah, you didn’t ask me to bring you along but you were also the one who was so morose because I didn’t bring you to get that stupid pastries.” Charles stood up and scowled at you.

“Fuck you.” You immediately stormed away before he could see your tears slipping off and trailing your cheeks. You could hear him calling out your name but chose to ignore it. You hated how the argument went from you complaining to your boyfriend how you were being insulted to your boyfriend made fun of the things you told him.

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You were planning to grab a taxi and head home but decided to search for any bakeries that you hadn’t tried yet and the closest was 20 minutes away. You would have gone to the bakery that Charles had promised to bring you only if it was still opened. You hadn’t had any chances to explore Maranello that much even after being here for the countless times. The scenery, the buildings, the markets and foods were very distracting that you ended up playing tourist around the area.

In the meantime, Charles had to continue the interview and acted as if he didn’t just made his girlfriend upset 30 minutes ago. He tried to ring your phone but of course, all of them were declined.

“Charles, you ready?”

“Yeah? Yeah, I am.” He put his phone away and took his spot back in the centre as the interviewer went back to his spot.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Ah, she got some things to do.” Charles answered while trying to control his composure.

“Great, now we can talk like two single men.” The interviewer said as he took out his phone and cue cards to place it on the table.

“I don’t think so.” He awkwardly laugh and shook his head to the “joke”.

“Why not? We can talk about girls and sex. I was trying to control the topic in case she got uncomfortable but now that she’s gone, there will be so much more fun topics we could talk about. Something like what’s something you miss doing that your girlfriend didn’t allow you to do after you got into a relationship or if you were given a chance to ditch your girlfriend for a one night stand with any girl, who would it be. Nice topic to talk about, is it not?” The interviewer cackled, looking casual and laid-back even after what he had just said which caused Charles to placed his mic away and stood up.

“I don’t think I can continue this interview.” He was going to walk away when the interviewer stopped him.

“Why?”

“If you chose to continue this interview with those brainless questions then I won’t be able to do this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my questions. If she found it offensive then that’s on her? Girls are always extra sensitive for something small.”

Charles scorned at what he just heard. He couldn’t believe he fought with you over something that was so obvious right from the start. “I refuse to associate with someone who doesn’t know how to respect my girlfriend. We are done here.”

Joris tried catch Charles to talk it out but he was gone in a blink without saying any words and he was left there so apologize on behalf of his friend.

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Charles spent 20 minutes looking around the area in case you were nearby as they had a restaurant and cafe not far away but you were not in sight so he went home thinking he would be greeted by your beautiful face but it was empty. He tried calling you again but none of the calls went through.

You had an enjoyable time of your life. It was as if you didn’t just cursed at your boyfriend and ignoring his phone calls like nothing happened. You went to a random small bakery that you saw on google, went to get an ice cream, and even ended up joining a balsamic vinegar tasting that you saw from a random website. It was nearly dark when you took a cab home looking all joyous and triumph.

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“Where were you?”

“I was…” You looked away, unable to look at your enraged boyfriend.

“Don’t you know how worried I am? You couldn’t at least text me back so I know where you were?”

“I got carried away.” You started twiddling on your phone charm, still unable to look at him in the eyes. You weren’t actually planning to ignore him all day long but you were too busy taking pictures and videos of everything and you kinda forgotten that you have a worried boyfriend waiting for you at home.

“You got carried away doing what?

“Doing some stupid stuffs.” You rolled your eyes and tried to step aside to make your way to the room but Charles grabbed on your arms which jerked you back.

“What stupid stuffs are you talking about?”

“Just some stupid things, Charles. It’s not important.” You snatched your hand away and walked to the room.

“Are you seriously still on this right now? Can we talk without arguing, please?”

You saw Charles following you into the room and stood behind you as you placed all your items on the dressing table. You could hear him gave a long weary sigh when he realized this conversation was going nowhere, again. “I am a girl who loves to overreact and can’t take a joke, ain’t I? Gotta live up to the nickname.”

“Y/N, can we please stop arguing. I was agitated the whole day not knowing where my girlfriend went and she came home acting all fine as if she didn’t just ignore my phone calls and you ended up pulling a fight again.” He turned you around by your waist so he could look at your pretty eyes and you saw how jaded he looked like.

“I’m not trying to pull a fight for fun. I’m just upset, Charles….”

“Okay, then can we stop wrangling so I can properly apologised? Tell me what did I do that made you upset with me so I can apologise for every single one. I already know the reasons but I didn’t give you a chance to explain earlier so you talk, I’ll listen this time. No fighting, okay?”

You chewed on your lower lip and felt your throat tightening. “I was upset because you didn’t want to listen to my reasonings. You acted as if I was crazy for reacting that way. I’m upset before you turned the argument on me. Upset because it was as if I was a burden for joining you on the interview. Upset because you called things that we talked and planned about as stupid.” A sob escaped from your lips as you covered your face with shaking hands.

Charles pulled you into his embrace but you didn’t hug him back. Your hands were still covering your face. “I’m sorry…”

“All these times I always thought you would always got my back but I was so uncomfortable and I thought you would understand me but I was blamed for trying to make a scene.” Your words came out as mumble from having your face covered and you could feel his arms tighten around your figure, latching you in his embrace.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry I said you were overreacting. I don’t know why I was too blinded to see him disrespecting my girl when it was happening right in front of me.” He broke the hug and stooped down to pull your hands away. “Let me see your pretty face.”

“And I’m upset because you called my pastries stupid. I know you gonna laugh because it sounds funny but I always thought I could talk about random things with you without having the fear of being judge.” Your lips trembled as you cried and wiped your tears every seconds, feeling like a fool now for crying over some foolish thing.

“Look at me, baby.” He stopped your hands from wiping another strand of tears and softly held your face. “I’m sorry if it sounded like I’m mocking everything you have ever told me. It wasn’t my intention. I was…frustrated and I ended up saying those things.” Charles pulled you back into his embrace and he could feel your body shook as you sobbed. “I’m really sorry, princess. What else should I apologise for?”

“Are you playing around right now?”

“I’m not! I genuinely wanted to apologize for every single thing.” He was quick to defend himself as you could feel him shaking his head.

“Did you….regret bringing me to the interview?”

“No, not at all. You know I didn’t mean that, don’t you? I like having you with me wherever I go.”

You stayed silent in his embrace and he stroked on your back until you were done crying and pulled away to find his green, captivating eyes. “Your eyes are all swollen now, baby.” He pecked on your eyes that were still wet from the tears. “Now that I’m done listening, don’t you think you got something to apologise to me too?”

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts and calls...”

“Please don’t do that again, okay? I was so close to lodge a police report for a missing person.” He sighed in relief. “Can you tell me where did you go today without us getting into another fight again?”

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You told Charles about everything you did whilst he was dying from stress that you were ignoring his calls as you sat on the vanity cabinet and Charles took off your makeup for you.

“And then I saw these kids eating ice-creams so I decided to get one for myself too.” You showed him the picture that you took. “They have lots of flavours!”

“Really? And what did you choose, baby? Must be pistachio again.” Charles had been staring the way you were too engrossed in your little storytelling and thought he might have fallen in love all over again. “Baby, you and your swollen eyes look so adorable.”

“I know.” You circled your arms around his neck and smiled cheekily. “Oh! And I saw puppies! Like a bunch of them!”

“Yeah? Were they cute?” He brushed his lips on your nose.

“They were so cute! And so small too! They were running around and chasing each other.”

Charles pecked on your nose again. “You should have brought me along to do those fun things together.” His arms was placed on both sides of your figure, trapping you in his arms.

“I know, but you were to busy entertaining that prick.”

“I ditched the interview.” He nodded even before you could double check what he just said.

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t like the way he was talking behind my girl’s back.” He slanted and begin running kisses all over your face again. “Wanna go to the bakery you wanted to go tomorrow?”

“Can we?”

“Sure, why not. I’ll buy you the whole pastries to make up for my mistakes today.”

“That’s a bribery.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for choosing to spend Christmas with my girlfriend instead of my family?

I (22M) have been dating my current girlfriend H (22F) for a little over 5 months now. We met in college and were friends, hooked up a few times during school, but we weren't official until July this year. We don't live together, we currently live in different cities in the same state, and we see each other just about every weekend. Her family really likes me and always tells me how happy I make her.

Last weekend (the weekend before Christmas weekend, for context), while I was visiting her and her family, they were telling me about some sort of family tradition they have each Christmas, and they would really like me to be there if I didn't have any plans. I accepted immediately as I felt it was a good thing to do for H. Her entire extended family lives in her city, and H really wanted to introduce me to everyone since I wasn't able to be with her on Thanksgiving and she was upset (I was traveling to visit my extended family out of state).

Here is where I may be the AH. I originally had plans with my family for Christmas (meaning my parents and my twin sister). When I told my family that plans have changed and I'd be spending Christmas with H instead of them, they didn't take it well. Mostly my mother. I've heard my mother cuss at me almost every day since I broke the news. My sister and father didn't seem to be as upset, or at least they weren't verbally making it known to me, but I could tell they're disappointed every time I talked to them about Christmas.

I found out from my father today that my sister is more hurt about me not being there than she's been showing. She also lives away from home but in the same city, and apparently when she visited for dinner last night, she started sobbing about how selfish I'm being about "choosing a girl he hasn't even been dating for that long over family" and how "do our Christmas family traditions not matter to him anymore?" I thought my sister liked H, they seemed to get along well. My sister isn't replying to any of my messages and has canceled our usual gaming sessions until at least after the holidays. My father said that while he will support my choice, changing plans on such short noticed wasn't smart.

I feel bad about making my sister cry. I've been talking to my friends about it and while some are supporting me, most are saying I made an AH choice and I'm thinking with my dick especially because of the short amount of time we've been dating. One of them said that spending holidays with your GF's family is for long term relationships. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[redtsundere-writes]

Out Of My League | Heartsteel Kayn / Rhaast

Heartsteel Kayn / Rhaast x f!reader

Part 1: Facecheck.

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Sypnosis: A chronically online girl doesn´t know that her Discord friend may be someone she already knows.

Contents: Modern AU, High school AU, a lot of bad jokes and meme references. No warnings.

Word count: 2023 (omg this year)

Author's Note: So... this gremlin's birthday was yesterday and since he has been on my mind lately. I decided to write him a fic cause why not?

Thanks to @mclovin1803 for helping me with proofreading and picking a title. (If this is out of charcater, blame him)

You were the exact definition of an introvert. You weren't good at talking to people you didn't know, your social battery doesn't last long, and you get excited when your friends cancel plans at the last minute. You like your loneliness and spending the afternoon playing video games and your guitar.

As an introvert, you didn't have many friends aside from a few classmates and some family members you were close with. Luckily, you had several friends on Discord. Among them was someone by the username of Rhaast. You didn't chat with him often because he wasn't as chronically online as you were, but he knew you were always down to play League of Legends with him.

One night while you were comfortably playing the new Super Mario Wonder on the switch, you received a message from Rhaast.

@Rhaast: League?

It had been two weeks since you had last played together, so you put the Switch aside and accepted. You opened League and put your headphones on to hop on the call with your friend.

"Hello there," you greeted him like Obi Wan as you waited for Rhaast to enter the game. He laughed at the reference. He had a deep, kinda seductive voice. You didn't know for sure if he was pretending or if he really talked like that.

"How have you been?," you asked while looking for your nightly playlist on Spotify to set the mood.

"Great. Yesterday I went out with a girl and today I broke up with her." You rolled your eyes at the comment. You knew Rhaast was quite the heartbreaker for discarding women like they were underwear. Personally, you didn't like that about your friend.

"And now why did you break up with this one,?" you asked as you started the game.

"I only went out with her once and she was already bugging me. My phone kept ringing because of her, so I blocked her," Rhaast answered with a chuckle. “Thank God I'll never date this asshole,” you thought.

"I wish there were more girls like you. You wait for me to send you a message and you are always down to play with me." He said while locking in Zed as his champion while you locked in Qiyana.

"I’m always down to play with you because I don't have any friends, not because I like you." You kamikazed by words.

"Damn, and I thought you had a crush for me," Rhaast joked. "Come to think of it, you never tell me anything about your love life," He suggested so he could hear some gossip.

"I haven't told you because I don't have any," you said, pretending to cry. Rhaast laughed at your foolish performance.

"Come on, you must have at least a crush or something," he insisted curiously as the game began. There was no one you liked... but someone caught your eye.

You felt like a fool for getting nervous every time you saw Kayn and his group of friends walk past you in the hallways. Kayn was a popular kid from a higher grade. He was good at sports, had good grades, was a member of an upcoming band, and was always surrounded by friends, while you were the complete opposite. You knew you shouldn't be nervous seeing him around because there was no chance that he would have the slightest interest in you. The majority of girls in your class drooled over him, so he was free to choose whoever he wanted. Why would he choose you?

Also, you had no good reason to go over and talk to him. The only chance you had, you blew it. You still cringe at yourself at night when you remember that moment. In your first days of high school, you had no friends and you just started learning to play guitar. When you tried to leave the music room that day, you ran into a tall boy with pink hair, perfect black eyebrows that indicated the true color of his hair, piercings decorating his ears, a pointy nose and a magnificent athletic body. Everything about him could catch anyone's attention but his most striking feature was his beautiful eyes with heterochromia, his left eye was green and the right; red. You were a moth and he was an RGB lightbulb that demanded your attention.  

You stood paralyzed infront of him. You clutched your music sheet notebook to your chest in nervousness. He was way too attractive and you didn't know how to feel about it. You tried to greet him but only stutters came out of your mouth. It was true that you weren't good at starting conversations but you had never been at a loss for words.

"Can you move? I want to get in," he asked while looking at you as if you were an inferior being.

"Ah... Yes-s, I'm s-sorry." You couldn't help your stutter as you stepped aside so he could enter the room. The Adonis didn't say anything else, but your eyes were still glued on him. The boy saw you watching him without shame.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked directly. You quickly shook your head and ran out of the room. “You are so stupid, you made yourself look like you have never seen a man!” You thought embarrassed as you felt your face getting hot. This was definitely your canon event.

One day, Rhaast sent you an ad. Riot was hosting a promotional convention for players at the capital at the end of the month.

@Rhaast: You goin'?

You: Maybe, sounds good.

@Rhaast: Let me know if you goin'.

You: Are you?

@Rhaast: If you go, I'll go.

You: K.

Thus the days passed until the day of the event arrived. You got ready with your best clothes: A K/DA sweatshirt, freshly washed pants, and the least dirty sneakers you had. You left your apartment nervously to finally touch some grass and meet your friend in real life. After a tedious subway ride, you arrived at the convention center where the event was taking place.

You: I'm here. Where are you?

@Rhaast: Wait for me at the entrance. I'm almost there.

You saw that there were several people waiting for their respective friends at the entrance, so you decided to stay in that area. You waited patiently while playing on your phone until you heard some girls next to you get excited.

"Look, it's Kayn, he looks so good!" They whisper to each other. You looked up quickly when you heard that name and, sure enough, the Adonis was there. “What is Kayn doing here?!” you thought as you tried to hide behind your phone as if you pretended he wasn't there, but your eyes traveled quickly between the screen and him. He was wearing a black crop with a jacket on top, tight pants and silver chains on his neck, fingers and waist. “Oh no, he's hot!” You thought nervously, wanting to run away. Your heart wasn't taking it.

You felt envious when the girls next to you didn't hesitate to approach him. Seeing the confidence they had to greet and talk to him, you felt that they had already known each other before. “I wish I could do that,” you thought.

"I didn't know you played League." One of the girls commented.

"I don´t play much," Kayn answered without taking much notice. Looking cool as heck.

"Are you here alone?" The other girl asked.

"Well, I'm meeting with a friend. I'll call her, " he said while searching for his friend's contact on his phone.

*Incoming call from Rhaast*

Out of nowhere, your phone started ringing from an incoming call on Discord. It was Rhaast. “No way,” you thought as you looked at Kayn and your cell phone simultaneously. “No, this must be a coincidence” you thought before answering.

"I'm here, where are you?" Your knees felt weak as Kayn spoke the words he was hearing over the phone. “Kayn is Rhaast?!” you thought in disbelief.

Kayn quickly found you and your eyes met. The last time that happened was a year ago. You knew Rhaast for over two years. That meant that Kayn, the cutest boy in school, had heard your horrible jokes, your fangirl screams when you saw Faker at almost every World Cup, and your burps for two years. You wanted the earth to swallow you whole at that moment.

"Oh, there she is. See ya," he hung up the call and said goodbye to his friends. He approached you while you were dying internally. You were lucky a wall was holding you up because you were sure you were going to pass out at any moment. “Breathe, maybe he doesn't remember you,” you thought.

"Hey! Why didn't you tell me we went to the same school, snake girl?" he joked. You covered your face in shame with your hands. “He does remember!” You thought, defeated. You still didn't believe that Kayn was still talking to you.

"Shut up, Rhaast… I mean, Kayn." You said, pulling your face out of its hiding spot. Kayn smiled, looking at your blushing cheeks.

"So you know me," he said confidently.

"How can I not know you? My classmates can't stop talking about you," you said defensively.

"I don't mean that," he said as he brought his face closer to yours. You backed up as far as the wall would allow you.

"Just look at you, you're crazy for me." He mocked in a flirting way. You couldn't help but to blush once again.

He was right, not only did he caught your eye, you liked him. You liked him more than you thought. Not because he was the popular Kayn, who is in a band and all the girls fight over him, but because he was also Rhaast. The one guy who laughed at your horrible jokes, the one who didn't criticize you every time you screamed when you saw Faker and burped when you did to match your energy.

"Ha! Says the guy that I always carry,” you mocked him back. Kayn laughed. That laugh that made you feel better in the small corner of your room.

"That's my girl!" He said before taking your hand. You blushed at the unexpectedly intimate act. His hand gently squeezed yours to guide you to the convention entrance.

You spent the whole afternoon chatting and spending all your money on merchandise. You got to know Kayn better than you ever thought. He was a little bit blunt, but nicer than you pictured. It was like you were seeing the other side of Rhaast. Kayn also got to know you on another level when you started to feel comfortable around him. You were a girl with whom he could see himself talking for many hours everyday without getting bored, something he had not felt with anyone else.

You and Kayn said goodbye to a wonderful day together. Both felt their hearts beating like crazy for each other. You had spent the entire day together but you still missed each other once you parted ways. You arrived home and then threw yourself on the bed to start screaming about the exciting day you just had. You had finally talked to Kayn and he seemed to like you. And boy did he like you...

The next day, another school day had ended, so you decided to go to the music room. On your way, you saw Kayn and his friends heading towards the exit. Finally, you got the courage to do something you've always wanted to do.

"Hey, Kayn!" You called him from your place. He turned around to see you among the other students passing by in the hallway.

"Wanna play later?" You asked, blushing lightly for attracting his attention. His friends began to tease him that a girl was talking to him that way, but he didn't care. Kayn smiled as he saw you standing there, blushing but determined.

"You know I do!" He said before turning around and getting back with his friends. You smiled. Maybe he wouldn't have chosen you before, but now you had a chance. 

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anticipating love

summary: your parents marriage didn’t survive the test of time and neither did you first love. 

contains: childhood friends to lovers to strangers, second-chance romance, angst, hurt/comfort, slight miscommunication, fluff, 18+ series, mentions of stalking, mentions of cancer, no mention of y/n

authors note: woooohoooo! i didn't expect this chap to take so long. i ended up with a few health issues (all cleared now) which put a dent in my writing schedule as i rested up and got better. a little slow of a chap today but im excited as the foundation has been set for the next few chaps ◡̈

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“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“No. Mom. You didn’t.”

“I did and you're going to set the table.”

“Why would you invite Bradley over?”

“Why?”

“Yes. Why?”

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. You could tell her temper was on the rise, you’d been arguing about inviting Bradley over for all morning and she’d seemed to have had enough.

“I’m dying sweetheart. I’m not dying with regrets.” She hissed out the last part. “He’s coming over and you aren’t gonna say another word about it.”

“But—”

Her finger shot up, “If I hear one more word. One. I’m shipping you to base with your father. This has nothing to do with whatever you guys fell out over. I invited him over because I wanted to have dinner with the boy I so much as raised when Carole died. I do not care if you think I should be angry with him, I’m dying and I’m…” She pointed at herself, “Making amends. If you don’t want to be here, take a drive, sleep on base, and pull your teeth out. I’ve had you yammering in my ear all morning about canceling dinner. This is the one thing I’m asking you to do for me, and you’re throwing a fit. Zip it or ship it.”

Your lips pressed in a line thin. You **had been making this about you. The past few days have been difficult for you to process. The revelation that Bradley hadn’t just up and left you for no reason was heavy in your limbs. It didn’t align with what River had told you and with what you knew.

But, something was off.

It’s not that you didn’t believe what Bradley had told you. There were many ways to explain it all away but something kept gnawing you. River always talked about “divine timing.” What if it's all meant to be, “divine timing” will take care of it. Your guy's relationship had been built out of convenience. You both were young, in school together and looked good together. You both kind of… settled. He fit so well into your life that it had to be divine timing. How else could you explain it?

When your mother was diagnosed, River was good. He was so good to you and her, taking time off, driving her to appointments, and sure your mom was never his biggest fan but she respected him enough and his ability to make you comfortable. You can still pinpoint when he changed and became colder and distant. Every time he talked to you it was flitted with something aggressive.

Initially, you thought it had been neglect. You weren’t spending enough time with him, or maybe it was an effort. Either way, when the switch flipped it felt like whiplash. The night you called it off it was a blow-up fight. He threw vases, photos, plates, and whatever he could find. He kept murmuring about you not being in love with him and choosing your mother over him. Nothing could placate him and soon enough you tore the ring off your finger and hurled it at him, grabbed your keys, and ran to your car.

He tried to follow you but you lost him on the freeway and called your mother. It felt like all those years were a lie, he’d never lost his temper in that manner. Had never gotten aggressive or screamed at you. The whole argument unsettled you. It confirmed the gnawing feeling that ate away at you for years. Every once in a while his smile would become rigid, his grip on your wrist slightly tighter. Always small and light movements to command you to his well.

Once the phone call ended, you immediately went to pick her up, opting to stay at a hotel for a couple of days. He kept calling, texting, calling, and spamming through unknown numbers and accounts. All it did was confirm that… feeling that always sat at the back of your mind. The breakup wasn’t amicable in the slightest. You had police escort you to your shared apartment to pack your belongings and he, luckily, wasn’t there. Within hours, your life was packed up and you moved back in with your mother. However, you never shook the feeling that he was orbiting around you. Even if you never saw him, it followed you everywhere you went.

Silently, you grabbed plates and started to set the table.

“Thank you.” Your mother sighed. You mulled over anything and everything, still stuck on the photos. You and River didn’t even take engagement photos, just a small get-together with your mother and his family.

“Mom?” You called out gently, setting another placemat down.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Did you ever think something was wrong with River?”

She stood still for a few seconds.

“Like that something was off with him?”

“To be honest hon, I thought he was boring…”

The confession startled you, causing a giggle to bubble out of you.

“I did! Towards the end, I thought something was wrong with him. There were a few moments when he would seem…off. I never thought he was so off that he would've lost it like that when you two ended it.”

You nodded

“He was boring.”

When the knock on the door arrived, your mother shot off her chair. Your father stayed stiff and you followed suit.

“Oh, you've grown so tall.” She held his face between her hands for a moment, “Handsome, just like your father.” Bradley smiled wide, embracing her again, “It’s good to see you too.”

Bradley took in her scent as he hugged her, feeling how much more frail she had been than the last time he saw her. The guilt gripped his heart.

“Now come on, I made some of Carole's lasagna and set the table.”

Toeing off his shoes he made his way into the home, still familiar with the path to the dining table.

“Sir.” His back straightened, Beau sighed, “At ease Bradshaw, you're in my home not on base, formalities don’t exist here”

“Damn straight they don’t.” Your mother's cheerful voice cut in, earning a small smile from your father.

“Bradley.” You nodded.

He gave a small smile, one so tense you thought he might pull a cheek.

“Dear, could you go get the drinks? I left them in the kitchen.” Pulling yourself up, you heard your mother’s bombardment of questions. She didn’t hold back asking Bradley about the last decade of his life, they did have a lot to catch up after all.

By the time you made it back to the table, your mother was asking the hard-hitting questions,

“So, are you dating anyone? Engaged perhaps?” Bradley choked slightly on his drink.

“Uh.. no ma’am. No engagement and no girlfriend.”

Your mom frowned, “I was hoping for some grandbabies and now I'm hearing I probably won’t have any at all!” Her arms went up in the air. Your dad and you eyed each other, knowing she was putting on a show. Snuffing your snickers you silently chewed. Unfortunately for Bradley, your mom wasn’t quite done.

“Honey, you’re gonna be a spinster by the time your good years are up! You're young and healthy! This is the time to make a couple babies.”

Bradley burned red and none of you could hold back your laughter.

“Okay Mom, give Bradley a breather, anymore baby talk and I think he’ll start babbling like one…It did take him a while to grow out of baby talk.” You snickered and he softly glared at you, “Bringing up my dark past I see.”

Your mother and father gave each other a soft smile.

Dinner wore on and your mother's efforts had paid off, everyone had relaxed and spread out to the living room for some photo album viewing.

She was entrenched in showing the photos of you and Bradley on a family trip to the Sequoias. Climbing trees and chasing each other with fake snakes.

“Carole thought you two were the cutest thing, wherever you went, Bradley was sure to follow. He was terrified of the fake snakes and you grabbed four in the gift shop and started chasing him.”

“Okay, you’re making it sound like I was a little menace.”

“I’d have to agree that you were. I never quite got over my fear of snakes…” Bradley smirked, earning him a small shove from you.

Your mother yawned, flipping through a couple more photos before another yawn followed.

“I think it’s time someone got to bed.” Beau had wrapped around the couch and put a blanket on your mother's shoulders.

“It is a little late, I should be heading back to base.”

“That you should, we have early morning training tomorrow.”

“Honey, can you walk Bradley out to his car? I suddenly feel exhausted.” You nodded, standing and motioning for Bradley to follow.

He got his shoes on and embraced your mother once more before leaving, “Now you come back and visit me, you hear me? I want to see your face as much as possible little Goose.” All he could do was nod, “I will. So much that you’ll be sick of me.” He smiled at her once more, watching as your father walked her up the stairs.

The breeze was welcomed as you stepped out. It had been getting warm inside, your cheeks slightly flush from all the laughing.

“Quite a trip down memory lane huh?” He asked, giving you a small side glance.

“I completely forgot how scared of fake snakes you were.”

“I wonder why…” You shoved him again.

You both approached his car, standing awkwardly for a few moments.

“I didn’t realize how…” He cleared his throat. “How sick she was?”

He nodded grimly.

“Yeah.”

You swallowed hard.

“She’s been fighting really hard.”

You both went quiet again.

You started at the paint on the Bronco, a small dent at the base of the driver's side, from where you and Bradley had been playing a game of baseball gone wrong. A little smile grew on your face.

“You should come by more often.” You looked at him, “I know we don’t… don’t get along like we used to. But we aren’t sure how chemo is gonna treat her this time…She really missed you.”

Bradley’s eyes stung. He’d seen his mother go through this, and seeing your mother today had brought painful memories to the surface again. He let out a shaky breath, “I will. I’ll come by as often as I can. With training, I’m not sure…I can work something out.” You nodded once more, “Drive safe Bradley.”

“Goodnight Bugs.”

You watched him drive off. Standing outside for a minute, letting the air cool you before your father came to the door, “You coming in?”

“Yeah. I just needed some air.”

[blue-babygirl]

Would you, possibly, be willing to do Emily comforting a lesbian BAU!reader who’s just been dumped by their gf? 👀 I just think she would be so sweet about it but also so real

A/N: Okay so I'm pretty sure I went off the rails from what the anon actually asked for and just fucked it up but um.... I'll just post it now.

Status Update

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Sweet (I think?)

Description: Break ups can suck. But you have your best friend (and hopefully future girlfriend) to help you out and spend the evening with you.

Warnings: The reader doesn’t seem all that affected by the break up tbh? I don’t think there is anything I need to add here.

You knew that you needed to figure out a way to apologize to your girlfriend. So that’s what you did on the jet back home. By the time the jet landed, you had a plan in motion. You made a reservation at a restaurant she was talking about and ordered her favorite flowers and some chocolates. The only hitch in your plan was that you couldn’t get ahold of your girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend after the call you get.

“Hey Gar-”

“OMG Y/N! Why didn’t you say anything? When did this happen? You just have to say a word and I will be at your place with ice cream and alcohol and movies!”

“Woah woah woah! What’s this about?” Emily turned to you from the passenger seat as you gave her and your phone a strange look.

“Emily! Good thing you guys are together! And Y/N didn’t tell you? She and Clarise broke up!”

“What?!?” You and Emily exclaimed at the same time.

“What? She updated her relationship status on Facebook… OMG she did it without telling you…” You could quite literally hear the grimace on Penny’s face across the phone.

“No… I- I’ve been trying to get ahold of her since the case ended but it keeps going to voicemail…”

“Oh Y/N… I am so sorry. You know we are here for you, right?” Emily gave you a soft smile as you took a deep breath to try and think clearly.

“Yes! And um… not sure if you want to know but she blocked you… that’s why it kept going to voicemail…” Penelope spoke up, making you shake your head. “Thanks Penny. I’ll see you at the office.”

“Okay. I love you, be safe lovies.” You sat back with a sigh, not sure if it was disbelief, sadness or relief that you felt. You couldn’t believe that this was how Clarise was breaking up with you but at the same time, it was also how she and her friends let people know that they didn’t like them or were mad at them. You felt sad that this is how things were ending after being with her and there for her for the last almost two years. And however bad it might be, you also felt somewhat relieved after how much she had been trying to make you choose between your job and her even though you had made it clear what your job was like and how much you loved it before you even got together.

“You know we are here for you right?” You glanced at Emily, catching her eye. You sigh, contemplating if you should speak out your thoughts.

“I know… Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel. We were together for two years and instead of giving me the courtesy of telling me herself, she just blocked me and changed her status, which honestly hurts. But at the same time, she has been pretty insistent about me choosing her over my job over the past couple months, so this is somewhat of a relief too because I don’t want to choose.”

“I feel you. Most of us seem to have the same issue.” Emily chuckled, but you could feel the bitterness of it. You groan when you remember that you need to cancel your reservations and the orders, knowing that you won’t get your money back.

“I’m gonna have to cancel my reservations and stuff and I’m not even going to get my money back. This sucks.” You take out your phone just as Emily speaks up.

“Well… you can still go? I mean, by yourself or we can go as a group if you want?” “You know what?” You speak up after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to go alone, and the reservation is only for two people. How do you feel about going with me?”

“Like a date?” Emily exclaims and you can hear the surprise in her voice.

“Well… not exactly… but we can do that after I move on from everything with Clarise?” You bite your lip as you shoot your shot.

“Well… a-are you sure?”

You shoot Emily a soft smile as she glances at you, “A 100% sure.”

“I would love that…” You can see Emily blushing under the streetlight as she parks outside your apartment building.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour?” You smile at her as she nods, grinning at the blush covering her cheeks. “Emily Prentiss blushing? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh hush! If anybody ever hears about this…” Emily threatens. “No one is going to hear. Your secret’s safe with me Em. Now, I’m gonna go get ready and by the time I get to your place, you better be dressed up Agent Prentiss.” You grin as you tease her, getting your bags and leaving the car.

One hour later, you are standing outside Emily’s apartment building with flowers and a box of chocolate, waiting for Emily to get down. You grin when you see her coming out in a beautiful red dress that doesn’t even compare to the beauty wearing it.

Emily smiles at you as you exchange greetings, blushing when you give her the flowers and chocolate.

“These aren’t the ones you ordered on the jet.” Emily says as she gets into the car.

“No, they are in the trash. I was not about to give you the flowers I bought for Clarise, Em. You deserve a lot better.” You start the car, giving her one last smile before starting to drive.

The rest of the evening is a blur of conversation, laughter and memories being made. You both enjoy a selection of high-quality food followed by an ice cream stop before driving to drop her off at her apartment.

As the night comes to an end, you are sure of two things. One, the two of you won’t be dating until after at least 3 months because according to Emily ‘that is the required amount of time to get someone out of your system’. Two, you are willing to wait an eternity if it means that you can date Emily at the end.

[amourdivine]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ઉ   pick a card

Hello, lovelies. I hope you're doing really well this Valentines season and if not, I'm sending you some big hugs! Today, I bring to you a more general-style type of reading. Let's look into how this person views you, shall we? If you liked this reading, please consider tipping me at @ amourdivinetarot@gmail.com! xo ♡

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pick a card masterlist & information

how to choose your pile.  take a few deep breaths for and look at each and of the piles separately. see which one brings you to a feeling, a place or a memory. take your time and feel free to come back to it later!

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୨୧ PILE ONE

knight of swords ✧ the sun ✧ king of pentacles ✧ five of cups ✧ five of wands

This pile feels like you're either in a new relationship or some kind of situationship. Take what resonates for you! Honestly, from what the cards tell me, it will be a little chaotic, rushed and different from what you expected. It's nothing bad, but you may feel like you or your Valentine didn't plan it in its entirety. There may be too many unpredictable events.

You'll have fun, surely. It seems like you may go some place very beautiful and expensive, but it may not fulfill yours or your partner's expectations. I think either one of you may feel really upset about it, like a date gone wrong or maybe some sort of petty argument takes place instead of enjoying one another's company. Like I said, I don't think it'll be necessarily awful, it feels more like a series of unfortunate events taking place and not going according to plan.

If it's an expensive restaurant, you may find the food kind of sucks or, alternatively, if it's a carnival ride, it may rain and you might have to cancel it. Or- maybe your partner gets called at work and you can't spend it together.

There's a feeling of crying over spilled milk, of a lost opportunity. However, this day will highlight what's really important to the both of you - the relationship or perfection? I think both of you will have to weigh in and find a solution or some kind of compromise. It's an opportunity for the both of you to truly prioritize each other and pursue happiness.

୨୧ PILE TWO

three of pentacles ✧ knight of pentacles ✧ three of cups ✧ the tower ✧ ten of swords

I don't see a lot of romance here, pile two! I don't think it's what you're looking for. You look like you're someone who's recently single and ready to mingle. It's likely you're approaching relationships from a more practical and slower pace, scared to rush into anything after someone broke your heart really badly.

Either you'll work and enjoy the day with your work colleagues (I see people eating candy and treating themselves to all the pink food in the world) or you'll spend it with your friends, partying, going out and clubbing, mayhaps? You seem more focused on your career and friendships than love right now. That's okay! You'll have so much fun, just be mindful of excesses and remember to treat you body kindly.

I don't see you interested in anyone either. I get the feeling you might reject potential suitors over being heartbroken, emotionally unavailable or just... focused on yourself right now. This pile has more of a #girl boss feeling, but not in a bad way or anything. I feel a lot of Earth placements - Capricorn and Virgo standing out the most. It's okay to have high standards, pile two. You don't have to set the bar low just because other people have nothing to bring to the table. Good for you!

୨୧ PILE THREE

ace of wands ✧ ace of cups ✧ page of cups ✧ nine of pentacles ✧ seven of swords

This pile almost screams "self care" to me. The term could signify wildly different things to each of you, but I see someone planning and enjoying a relaxing, self-indulgent day ahead. Lots of facial mascara, skin treatments, maybe a mini spa day for yourself. You're replenishing your energy this Valentine's day and tuning into yourself, calling your vitality and strength back to you.

You may buy yourself flowers, spoil yourself with an expensive perfume, maybe makeup products or something you've had your eyes on for a while. There's a luxurious feel to it, a feeling of peace and calm. You may spend it somewhere nice - like a nice hotel room or maybe near a body of water, somewhere beautiful and expensive.

This pile feels very independent, but open to love. I think you're sort of.. preparing your life to accommodate love in it. Most, if not all people from this pile are single, but I think you are in a place where you feel ready, with a stable sense of self and in a fruitful phase for a new, loving relationship. I also feel some of you may be polyamorous, for some reason.

It's a very self-loving energy here regardless. I smell roses and chocolate, nice candy, jewelry and I see someone dressing up solely for themselves, putting makeup or perfume on to look and feel good for themselves.

୨୧ PILE FOUR

page of cups ✧ the empress ✧ eight of pentacles ✧ three of pentacles ✧ six of pentacles

You're celebrating love in all of its forms, pile four. This is the only pile where I feel that your relationship status doesn't really matter as much. It's gonna vary very wildly for most of you, but the underlying theme is the same: making room for all relationships to flourish in your life.

I see someone texting their friends, family and loved ones wishing them a happy Valentine's Day. It's quite loving, lighthearted and carefree. You'll also feel the love around you. It gives me Disney princess vibes, when they sing or dance around town and everyone seems enchanted by it, lol. It's very cute!

Maybe you're not really focused on romance or you just love love in all its forms and it seems like it's coming back to you tenfold. I could see someone strolling around town with a big smile plastered on their face. You will likely celebrate in small, but meaningful ways. I don't see partying here per se, but you may grab coffee with your friends or enjoy a heartshaped muffin. Valentine's Day is everyone else's excuse to wear and use all things pink, and I can see you doing that too.

There's a prominent Venusian feeling with the Empress here, like being in love with life and taking this day as another moment to remind the people around you how much they matter to you. You may even give or receive cute Valentine's Day cards.

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[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 5

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N spends the evening with Marshall after avoiding him for weeks.

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For the following weeks, you drowned yourself into your work in order to restrain from thinking about Simon or Marshall. The only people you saw were either at university, at home or at meetings. You were especially grateful for the latter, as you found yourself craving relief from either pills or alcohol. Thankfully, going to meetings and therapy kept you sane and you were able to fight the urge. You went to the studio once or twice, as Jamal invited you, but you sort of avoided Marshall. You saw him, but apart from greetings and small talk you didn’t go out of your way to have actual conversations and meaningful exchanges with him. 

Thursday night came and, for the first time ever, you had the house to yourself. Jamal and Talia were celebrating their fifth anniversary by going on a dinner date. Your best friend was so worried for you that she almost cancelled their plans, much to her boyfriend’s dismay. Thankfully, you had convinced her to leave you alone in the house. 

I’ll be fine, you said. You guys deserve a night out. 

Are you going to be ok ? I’ll have my phone with me and you can call me if you need ! She said. 

Babe, you’re worrying too much. She should be fine for a few hours, Jamal said rolling his eyes. 

Yes ! You said. And I promise the house will be intact when you come back. I won’t set it on fire or anything, you added jokingly. 

You sent them off to their date with a smile. Before closing the door, Jamal looked at you and pulled you in for a quick conversation. 

Look, I know you’ll be fine, we trust you and shit, but you know you can also call Marshall if you need, right ? Actually, it might be cool if you did. He asked about you the other day. I think he misses you at the studio, he said with a wink. 

Really ? You asked. 

Yeah. He seems to really like you. I don’t think I have seen him like this with anyone else. And I’m not dumb, you know. 

What do you mean ? 

I know you like him. 

What ? I don’t, you said with embarrassment.

Is there any other reason why you have avoided him like the plague these past three weeks ? Or any conversation about him ? Jamal asked with a grin. 

It’s… complicated. Can we leave it at that ? You pleaded. 

Look, it’s none of my business, but you like him and he cares a lot about you. It’s all I’m saying, he said before leaving. 

You were kind of intrigued by what Jamal had told you. Had Marshall really asked about you ? If so, why hadn’t he called you directly ? 

After giving it a lot of thought, you decided to text him. 

To : M 

Hey. How are you ? 

You felt your phone buzzing almost immediately. It was him calling you. 

Hey, he said. Are you alright ? 

Yes, you said. How are you ? 

I’m good. 

There was a moment of awkward silence. 

Am I bothering you ? You asked. 

I’m the one who called you, he said with a chuckle. 

Right, you said as you blushed in embarrassment. 

I’m not busy anyway. I’m at home just chilling. Do you want to come over and hang out ? He offered. 

Uh… sure. Text me the address and I’ll get a cab. 

Will do. 

He texted you his address and you quickly got ready. You kind of struggled to choose an outfit. You wanted it to send just the right message : “I made an effort because I want you to see what you missed the other night but I also don’t want you to think I am trying too hard”. After a careful examination of your entire closet, you put on a pair of skinny jeans that showed off your figure, a simple tee-shirt and your hoodie from Uni. You knew the jeans showcased your ass perfectly and, since he had already seen you topless, it was just the area to highlight. 

You called a cab and got to his place. You’d never been here before. You found yourself in front of a mansion that was easily five times as big as your childhood home. You rang the doorbell and were greeted by Marshall who just got out of the shower, all dressed but his hair still wet. You were scared it would be awkward, seeing him for the first time in three weeks, but he greeted you in his usual way, by giving you a hug. Only, it felt a little different this time, probably because it was just the two of you, and you could remember the feeling of his skin against yours. 

Thanks for coming, he said as he led you to the living room. 

I’m happy to see you, you confessed. 

Are you ? I’ll be honest, I kind of thought you were avoiding me, he said with a shrug. You were sort of… distant ? 

I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me either. You haven’t called or visited Talia and Jamal like you usually do. 

I was thinking you might need time to think. 

“About what ?”, you almost asked. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to make things awkward. 

I’m a bit better now, you told him. 

Good.  So… do you want to talk about last time or…? 

Do you think we should ? You asked anxiously. 

You weren’t sure there was a need to add anything. And you were sort of embarrassed at the memory that you jumped on him and he pushed you away. 

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, he said. 

It’s fine, Marshall. We’re adults, you said. 

So you understand why I pushed you away ? He asked carefully. 

Look, you don’t like me like that, and that’s ok, you said. I acted on impulse. You were here, I was sad and hurt, I needed to change my mind, I was attracted to you and… well, you were here so you remember what came next… 

I think you’re amazing, he rectified. I didn’t want to take advantage of whatever it is that you felt that night. 

You looked at him, biting your lower lip. It’s true that, as horny as you were, you probably weren’t in your right mind. If anything further had happened between the two of you, it might have added to your confusion. You nodded. 

Also, I’ve had time to think about it some more, he admitted. And I know for sure it would have been a bad idea anyway. 

Yeah, maybe, you said, even though you felt a little disappointed. 

I mean, I’m almost twice your age and you’re recovering, so… 

Yeah, yeah, I know, you cut him. 

Even though you knew he was right, you didn’t really want to hear it.

I’m glad we’re on the same page then, he said with a smile. 

Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to be weird. I just… you started. 

I know. We’re cool, he assured you.  

You stared at each other for a few seconds and chuckled. His smile helped you ease a little, although you couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. As right as his arguments were, you were having trouble getting the other night out of your head. 

I was about to watch a movie when you called. Want to do that ? He offered. 

Sure. What are we watching ? 

I’m in the mood for something scary. Why don’t you pick ? 

There’s one I haven’t been able to get through, you admitted. It’s « Us ». Have you seen it ?

Really ? You’re that much of a pussy ? He joked. 

Shut up ! It’s really scary, ok ? I had to stop midway. It gave me nightmares. 

I haven’t seen it, but now, you got me intrigued, he admitted. Come on. 

He got up and waited for you to follow him. You were already in the living room in front of a massive TV. You were confused. 

Aren’t we going to watch it here ? 

No. It’ll be better in the home theater, on the big screen, he explained. 

He led you to his movie room that had a big screen and huge couches. It could easily fit twenty people, with plenty of room to spare. The room was complete with a fridge and every couch had pillows and throws on it. Perks of having a lot of money, you guessed. 

Drinks ? He offered while opening the fridge, which seemed to contain all the sorts of alcohol-free beverages you could think of. 

Yeah, sure. I’ll have a Dr Pepper please. 

You sat next to each other and started the movie. The room was pitch black and the only light was coming from the screen. Every scene seemed to startle you, which never failed to make Marshall laugh. 

Come on !!! You can’t tell me that isn’t scary, you said. 

I don’t have time to be scared, you’re shitting your pants for the both of us, he chuckled. 

Shut up, you pouted. 

One very scary scene came up and you spilled your soda all over yourself and Marshall. 

Shit, I’m sorry 

Relax, he said. 

Your top was soaking wet and so were the tee-shirt underneath and your bra. Thankfully your jeans were intact. 

Marshall got up and brought tee-shirts for the two of you to change. 

Give me your clothes, I'll put them in the wash, he said.

You turned around and took your wet clothes off as he did the same. You put on the tee-shirt he gave you and turned back, only to see him shirtless, which made you blush. Thank god the room was still dark enough. He was staring at you intensely. 

Are you alright ? You asked. 

Yeah, he said as he bit his lip while quickly putting on a clean tee-shirt.  

Had he been staring at your naked back ? You found yourself amused by the idea. You were also slightly aroused by the sight of him half naked, even though it was dark and you couldn’t see much. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him that way, but you couldn’t help it.  You sat back and resumed the movie. Once again, you jumped at every scene. 

Thank God you don’t have a drink anymore, my wardrobe wouldn’t be big enough to provide changes of clothes, he laughed. 

Shut up, you said. 

Quit the attitude, he playfully warned you. Or I’ll leave you alone to watch the movie. 

Please don’t, you pleaded.

The only reason you kept watching is because you were with him. You were so scared you wouldn’t be able to watch it on your own. Especially in such a big house. 

What is so scary anyway ? He asked. I mean, it’s kind of creepy but it’s not too bad. 

There’s just something about the atmosphere you know ? You explained. Also, I once got lost in a fun fair when I was four and it reminds me of that time. I thought I’d never find my dad back. My mom had died a couple of years before and I… I thought I would never have a family again.It was super scary. 

He nodded and put his arm around your shoulders. 

Better ? He asked. 

Mmmh, you nodded as you felt yourself blushing. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie. 

God you move so much it’s impossible to focus, Marshall complained. I should tie you up or something. 

You stared at him with your mouth slightly opened as you waited for him to realize what he had just said. 

Not like that. Idiot, he rolled his eyes laughing.  

Perv, you said playfully. 

Don’t start, he warned you with a smile. 

You bit your lip, knowing full well you could be bratty enough to indeed start. However, you decided to be reasonable and not to do anything. 

We have about twenty minutes of movie left. You think you can sit still ? He asked with a grin. 

You rolled your eyes and watched the screen as your only answer. Only you weren’t really watching. Your mind wandered and you thought of Marshall’s touch as his hand grazed your arm. His words came to mind. You wouldn’t be against him tying you… you gnawed on your lip. You were a horny mess. You had been for about three weeks now. You took a look at him, focused on the screen.  It was hard not to stare at his face. His blue eyes, his nose, his perfect lips. You didn’t really believe in God, but if He did exist, Marshall was a fine specimen of His creation. You forced yourself to look at the screen but soon found yourself burying your face in Marshall’s neck as a screamer scene came on. He jumped a bit, probably more startled by you than the movie. 

Pussy, he whispered before laughing. 

You didn’t reply, your face still in his neck, but you still lifted your middle finger in his face. As a response, he firmly grabbed your wrist and put your hand down. He let out a sigh. 

I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, Y/N, he scolded you. 

You started it, you replied. 

Still, you should learn how to respect your elders, he joked. 

Ok grandpa, you whispered in his ear. 

Fuck you, you brat. 

You let out a laugh as the movie came to an end. You were still in Marshall’s arms and, even though you were glad the movie was over, you wanted the moment to last a bit longer. 

So ? You liked the movie ? You asked. 

I did enjoy the few parts I could focus on, he said with a smile. You know, when you weren’t ruining my clothes or jumping on me. 

It was scary ! You defended yourself. 

Some parts were kinda creepy, he admitted. But you’re worse than a kid with ADHD ! 

I’m not ! 

You are. And it’s the last time I’m ever watching a movie with you, he said with a laugh.

You pretended to pout as you crossed your arms to your chest. Marshall proceeded to ignore you as he got up to turn off the movie and turn on the lights. 

Pouting won’t work, he said with a grin. Three kids, remember ? 

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. 

Behave, Y/N, he said. 

Make me, old man.

Before you could move, he was pinning you to the couch, crushing you with his weight. 

Now, you better apologize to me, he said with a smirk. 

In your dreams, maybe, you replied. 

He proceeded to put even more weight on you, crushing you even more. You could hardly breathe. 

Marshall… you pleaded. 

Apologize, he said playfully yet firmly.  

You ignored his order as you tried to squirm from under him. He did his best to pin you down, grabbing your wrists in his hand and holding your arms over your head. It was not the desired effect but you found the situation extremely hot. To be fair, you didn’t need much. Without really meaning to, you let out a soft moan. 

Y/N… Marshall groaned. 

God, your name in his mouth sounded so hot. You looked at him with so much desire. He closed his eyes and maintained his firm grip on your wrists. 

You’re a brat, he whispered in your ears. 

That’s why you like me, you whispered back. 

Fuck it, he said as his eyes darkened and his face moved closer to yours.

[barbika1508]

Claiming what is mine (Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt)

Word Count: 18,2k

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Threesome,Female oral receiving, Riding, V Fingering

Summary: Jealousy is something MC has gotten familiar with, always managing to reign in her boys loving them the same even through sometimes ridiculous tantrums. But when it’s her turn of feeling envious things tend to turn out spellbinding,

Authors Note: L/N – stands for Last Name. I referenced the song Ekaterina Shelehova - Savage Daughter. Finally wrote a one-shot, not that it took me a dang long while but here we are. This is pure selfishness from my parttttt, hope you enjoy it :3

I've sadly no idea whose this picture or screenshot belongs to I got it from tiktok.

‘’How about it, L/N? Fancy an outing to Hogsmeade before exam’s start?’’

I hum at the question the conversation that flew between the girls redirected to include me ‘’Ah so predictable. She is going to blow us off girls.’’ Imelda snorts ‘’The hesitation is enough of an answer.’’

The amusement in her tone and comment have me frowning as I crack an eye open, to send a glare at the Slytherin girl. With 2 classes cancelled I’ve been dragged outside my napping spot relocated, Poppy being impossible to say no to. They’ve chosen to take us to the big expanse outside of the Bell tower to the Hogwarts grounds. Unfortunately, other students had a similar idea as my friends. Luckily, we took a detour away from the fountain and benches picking a patch of grass covered land of to the side.

I’ve made good use of my one-shoulder bag and cloak turning them into a makeshift pillow, having laid down first the girls settling on my right, leaving me be as they began chatting.  That is until Natty brought up the topic, their almost weekly trip to Hogsmeade always extended to me to join in. It’s not that I always said no, but being an ancient magic wielder that is still in rigorous training – not to sound arrogant it’s just the truth – and trying to keep up with studies time is somewhat a luxury.

‘’Can you stop speaking for me? How do you know for certain I’mma say no?’’ I grumble watching her smirk knowingly crossing her arms, keeping a confident demander while Natty and Poppy giggle, amused by us.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry girls, Sebastian asked to copy my notes, Oh I’m so sorry I promised Ominis to help him with bla bla bla…’’ Imelda raises her tone bringing her hand to her forehead exaggerating in her imitation of me. I sit up quickly ready to send a harmless jinx at her choosing to give her a deadpanned glare instead. It leaves her unphased doubling over in laughter pointing her finger at me ‘’Spot on, wasn’t I?’’ she shouts through laughter while Poppy reaches over brushing something from my shoulders.

‘’Don’t mind her Mc.’’ she begins sweetly ‘’We understand you have important responsibilities to tend to.’’ Turning slightly right to face the girls and oversee the castle I pout at the Hufflepuff that despite the jab remains all to innocent looking for me to tease her in return or take it to heart.

‘’Alright settle down, I’m sure Mc finds it difficult to say no given her very realistic load of obligations.’’ Natty the voice of reason comes to my defence to which I give her a thankful smile her seriousness an attempt to placate the girls.

‘’Hey if I had two dotting boyfriends, I would blow us off too. All the time.’’ Imelda comments lying down propped up by her elbows, her words causing heat to hit my cheeks.

‘’I do not blow you off all the time!’’ I counter ‘’I hardly spend time with them if you must know.’’

My outburst causes them to explode into another fit of laughter, bringing attention to us from some onlookers. As grumpy as I feel I cross my arms momentarily ending up throwing them in the air for dramatics letting myself fall back on the ground, eyes closing ‘’Laugh all you want, girls. I know what I’m about.’’

More teasing ensues at my expanse, Imelda having a fieldtrip of a day. Seeing her so animated and engaged I let her be, even Natty coming up with a few blows of her showing her Gryffindor spirit. Poppy remains the only neutral one, discouraging them succeeding only when she switches the theme over to Imelda liking a fellow Slytherin boy as of recent.

While the Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor gals begin their interrogation I readjust myself by propping my head on my arms now raised and bent behind my head. Oh, the beginning stages of liking someone. I don’t miss the whole cat and mouse chase, people tend to do at all. Liking one person is hard enough as it is but liking two people? Unable to decide between them? Favouring a life of loneliness instead of breaking someone’s heart? That sounds about right in my case. The confusion and fear were too real.

Fortunately, what I thought were one sided feelings turned out to be recuperated on both sides. It still feels quite unbelievable even now that we’ve been together for more than a year. Yeah, the 5th year was a bit much to entertain the notion of romance as I’ve had too many near death experiences. The whole ancient magic ability still something of a puzzle even today my familiarity better but caution ever present.

I digress, nonetheless.

The thought of my boyfriend’s instantly calms me down, memories of horrors laid to rest as I smile softly at the image of them in class right now. I’m not sure which subjects they are attending so I let my imagination run, seeing Ominis leant on the desk propping his head up with his hand half asleep as Professor Bin rambles about some battle that happened way to long ago. Sebastian on the other end is stuck in charms class I’m sure trying to get Garreth in trouble for no good reason. Even after going through what he did, he still hasn’t matured to the point of losing his mischief the trait evolving in my opinion into a more undetectable approach his detention days over as he has gotten bloody brilliant at the mischief he manages.

‘’…speaking of future boyfriends and regular ones, isn’t that Sebastian?’’ Natty pipes up in question.

‘’Hey, I didn’t say I was going to court him!’’ Imelda hisses in protests, while I remain unmoving trying my best not to be obvious or too eager to see one of my boyfriends.

‘’You don’t need to use words; it’s written all over your face dear Imelda.’’ Poppy giggles in delight. Curiosity getting the best of me I open my eyes taking in the cloudless blue sky, eyes briefly watering thanks to the sun shining directly at us prompting me to sit back up.

‘’It really is my dear friend.’’ Natty confirms, our Slytherin companion grumbling without much fire, her cheeks coloured pink. I don’t bother with chiming in Imelda having revealed much more than she intended to, Natty having good intuition with guessing things portraying herself as knowing when she in reality is just bluffing.

I scan the grounds noticing several students making their way from the Bell tower outside. So, my gaze takes me directly to the castle’s entrance things looking normal. Normal at first glance that is. Were the girls trying to get a rouse out of Imelda or me? Because Sebastian is nowhere in sight. And I pride myself in finding him and Ominis easily, their magic a song in my ear whenever they are close.

Placing my right hand on the ground touching the grass and earth I take a breath, grounding myself so to speak only now noticing a few girls past the entrance point crowded together finally finding my boyfriend. Although I’ll admit I’m not too keen on the sight.

He’s surrounded by girls from the 6th year, our classmates even, the younger ones shyly standing aback but still hovering, nonetheless. Ever the flawless charmer he is, he chats effortlessly I’m sure replying to anything thrown his way, turning to each and every girl making sure to look in their eyes. And give them his full attention if only for a moment. ‘It’s just the way he is’ Ominis’ words ring in my head ‘He’s not doing it on purpose.’. I exhale through my nose watching as Sebastian gets flustered by something, right hand reaching behind his head to scratch awkwardly the action making some girls swoon – they aren’t subtle, ogling him brazenly – his fans oblivious to his nervous habit. Good. I’m glad he’s nervous. Being too polite and nice to shoo them away, knowing full well he’s a taken man. The audacity.

‘’It seems our Mc doesn’t have to eat Pepper Imps to have smoke coming out of her ears.’’

The remark has me snapping my attention back to my friends their mirth tripled as they observe me, as if waiting for me to snap at any moment. Their looks bring me back to myself so to speak felling how tense I’ve gotten, even grinding my teeth together. Shaking my head, I tsk lying down again, arms crossed as the scene of my boyfriend’s admirers hogging him keeps playing before my eyes.

‘’Ut was a high concentration of magic passing by.’’ I bluff glaring at the sky ‘’Another side-effect to add to the never-ending list of dealing with ancient magic.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah sure.’’ Imelda mocks good-heartedly, Poppy leaning over me all the sudden sporting her never changing gentle smile.

‘’Still with us?’’ she asks to which I immediately nod playing nonchalance.

It’s a well-known fact that Sebastian has something about him that draws girls to him. So many whispers are still ongoing to the present day, of how handsome and capable he is, his admirers eager to boost his ego. Even after finding out about our relationship the persistency of some girls is infuriating to say the least. Their audacity knowns no bounds, which is a topic of argument whenever jealousy gets a hold of me.

I am mortal after all. As much as the boy’s spiral into most of the time reckless and possessive jealousy, mine remains undetectable most of the time. But it grows deep and doesn’t relent so easily.

I’m stressed enough with the exams coming up and tasks needing to be completed the Keeper’s still finding ways with teaching me new things, uncovering, and solving mysteries that don’t all lead to happy endings. I shouldn’t be surprised at these curveballs being thrown my way. Jealousy is a mundane feeling. I don’t have time for it. And yet the image keeps on taunting me even as Poppy nudges me gently.

‘’…got tired of your fan club there Sallow?’’ Imelda teases, my boyfriend’s presence bringing me to look towards his presence, his magic a gentle hum in the back of my mind. Spotting him he’s carrying his cloak and suit jacket over his shoulder, sleeves of his white’s shirt rolled up. Hair messy. A handsome heartthrob.

‘’Bugger of Reyes I don’t have a fan club.’’ He retorts, eyes meeting my own his expression softening immediately as he offers a smile approaching me.

‘’You can’t deny what we’ve all seen Sallow. You better get those girls in order. Or else someone might take it upon themselves to do so. Not so nicely.’’ Glancing over at the Slytherin girls her smirk is devious eyes glinting with ideas I’m sure eager to offer her assistance as soon as we’re alone.

‘’Ahhh give Mc some credit. She is too proper for petty jealousy.’’ Natty counters her words optimistic. Even though I’m ready to accept whatever Imelda has in store for any girl that dares to even think about snatching my Sebastian away.

‘’You are being ridiculous both of you. There is nothing to be jealous of.’’ Sebastian answers, sitting himself on my right side near my hip his hand finding my own immediately ‘’Right darling? You know I have eyes only for you.’’ To prove his point, he gives me a kiss on the hand a wink following that brings me to a smile nonetheless.

‘’And Ominis.’’ Poppy adds as I push myself into a sitting position melting slightly at the look my boyfriend is giving me, as if I’m the only light in darkness.

‘’That goes unsaid.’’ I finally speak up, watching as he relaxes obviously having been worried about my reaction given the teases sent his way from the girls.

‘’That’s called having a strong bond, Imelda. Something unfortunately, we all know is unknown territory for you.’’ At his clap back, I automatically swing at the back of his head with my free hand hitting him gently but enough to get his attention as I shake my head at him.

‘’What?! I dare you to say that…’’ the Slytherin girl explodes like we all know she would, Natty rising on her knees to block the irked girl from attacking my boyfriend as she for now only has her finger pointed.

‘’Not for long if that’s the case.’’ Poppy chirps happily rising her arms in the air waving out of the blue whilst still sitting on the ground ‘’Luckily for you, Percival happens to be my partner in herbology. Enough reason to hang out with us.’’ The sweet Hufflepuff is cunning as a Slytherin sometimes her smoothness and effortlessness rising some flags in my head to be aware of her despite knowing Poppy is as pure as the morning sunlight.

‘’Poppy you…’’ Imelda begins chocking on air looking away in embarrassment as she settles into a more proper sitting position smoothing her skirt and cloak, Natty helping her for a moment turning to greet Percival who greets us having come over. Sebastian pulls my focus away from everyone a greeting of my own falling from the tip of my tongue as he leans forward, still holding onto my hand making sure to whisper into my left ear that is turned from the others.

‘’Reyes is into Periwinkle?’’ he whispers in disbelief and joviality, his crocked smirk giving him away entirely, the glance he sends his two fellows Slytherin investing.

‘’Why not?’’ I shrug watching as our always loud and outspoken Imelda turns into a semi-serious lady shyness an unfamiliar trait on her as she silently listens to Percival who happily converses with Poppy and Natty, herbology the main theme predictably enough. The fact alone has me smiling as our dear Slytherin’s skills in that class are the worst from us all, the girl managing to kill almost every plant she touches and tends to. Not with intention.

‘’What do you mean why not?’’ Sebastian inquires turning to me ‘’They are complete opposites.’’

I raise an eyebrow at that ‘’Opposites attract.’’

Still bewildered at my apparent approval he glances away I’m sure his thoughts taking him to ridiculous places. I’ve learned a long time ago that boys, and men tend to go to weird places in their mind for no reason.

‘’Besides he’s not a bad looking chap. Imelda could have done way worse. Jeremy Levingston? That was a whole circus, remember?’’ I snort in the end, not at all phased at his sudden turn of head offering a pointed glare with his eyebrows furred, lips in a line ‘’What?’’

‘’Not a bad looking chap?’’ he repeats my words, making me pause as I attempt to look towards the guy and shrug, Sebastian’s hand following to cup my cheek and turn me to face him.

‘’No.’’ he says calmly ‘’Your eyes are to be on me and Ominis only.’’ He states seriously clearly displeased with my observation, jealousy coming from Sebastian a normality.

And I would normally play along, reassurance’s easy as I know exactly what to say to calm him, reign him in if you will. But with his popularity rising again, bringing unwanted attention I keep calm. Almost cold even lowering my chin to give him a warning look of my own which at first doesn’t faze him.

‘’Does that rule not apply to you?’’ I ask trying my best to keep the raising anger at bay ‘’If it were the case, you’ve already broken it multiple times. Not even 5 minutes ago.’’ Raising an eyebrow, I pull my hand from his ignoring the shaking of his head, mouth opening to try and convince me otherwise ‘’No matter. I’m sure they were only interested into academics, right?’’ narrowing my eyes I raise onto my knee’s avoiding his hand catching my own as I reach for my bag and cloak. The whole academics thing is a well-known excuse from Sebastian – even though I have every reason to believe him and his faithfulness the words just slip out.

‘’Love it’s not…please just…’’ he attempts as I stand up bringing attention onto myself. So, I muster up the fakest smile I can, petulance simmering.

‘’I bid you adieu my friends. It seems I’ve forgotten of a meetup with Professor Weasley.’’

Unmissable is Imelda’s smirk, Natty’s curious eyes, and Poppy’s genuine nod as she buys into the little white lie. I give my boyfriend a last look his apologetic expression nearly making me reconsider punishing him too much. But I’ve set on this path, jealousy an emote that can overwhelm the most rational of thoughts.

Instead of giving Sebastian a kiss goodbye I raise an eyebrow to “seal the deal” so to speak making him aware that I am cross with him. With that I make my way away from my friend’s their silence noticeable. Safe to say I’ve left an impression.

Ugh boys.

*The next morning*

‘’So, I’ve heard Periwinkle is joining the gang tomorrow.’’ I greet Imelda as she sits down next to me, the Slytherin table mostly empty as it’s still early in the morning for students to be up. The students who are present are the early risers the Great Hall scarcely occupied and not noisy.

Wordless her face twists into a glare, sleep still clinging onto her. It makes it all the more amusing that she can’t hide her feelings.

‘’Is this your way of telling me, you’ll be joining us?’’ her retort comes as I twist my teaspoon around the cup of cocoa I’m drinking.

‘’Irrelevant. Undecided. What is interesting is that you’ve got a pass on quidditch practice. For the first time in your career.’’ I exaggerate as I speak to punctuate my words, Imelda ending up groaning in annoyance stopping her action of buttering up a piece of toast. I giggle at her reaction nudging her with my shoulder ‘’No need to be shy about it, fearless captain.’’ Her sigh and defeated look send me to burst into a fit of chuckles, the always loud and confident Imelda brought to silence a feat in on itself.

‘’M not shy.’’ Grumbling she munches on her toast ‘’Besides it came to be, I didn’t lie to get out of anything.’’

‘’Oh yeah, no volunteering to repot mandrakes which is such a milestone that anyone would jump at the chance to do it. Once in a lifetime opportunity and all.’’

She elbows into my side, making me groan this time around my amusement still ongoing even as she turns with her body towards me sitting casually.

‘’Shut up. Like you’re any better.’’ Her poor attempt backfires as I nod exaggeratedly.

‘’I’m not.’’ I wink having the time of my life at Imelda being so placid, tiredness not the cause of it.

‘’Speaking of boys, unfortunately…’’ my smile widens as I calm down at her tone dipping ‘’…where are your guard dogs?’’ I click my tongue reaching for a croissant having had my fill of jam and fresh baked bread but craving an additional sweet to mainly preoccupy my hands ‘’Is Sallow taking the silent treatment badly as the rumours say?’’

‘’This place has to many rumours going around, for it to be fun anymore.’’ I pout nibbling on the pastry.

‘’That’s because they are mostly about you Hero of Hogwarts.’’ She teases looking smug as I cringe at the title still not used to it, or really feeling worthy of it.

‘’They weren’t lately. With quidditch practice on the regular, and you winning most games tides have been turning.’’ I try to deflect, Imelda pushing at my shoulder for me to shut up as I chuckle having redirected the conversation back to her.

‘’I know you’re secretly obsessed with me L/N but recently it’s not been so secret anymore.’’

Confidence radiates of my friend, as she beams patting me over the back not so gently. I don’t even bother replying as she’s certain in herself like one of my boyfriends, their charm knowing no bound quick to deflect any protests.

‘’You’re impossible.’’ I mumble taking a sip of my now cooled drink looking ahead of us, towards the Hufflepuff table spotting Natty there conversing happily with some Hufflepuffs, Poppy not in sight. She’s an early riser as well her absence unusual.

‘’And yet you adore me.’’ At the comment I glance at her in curiosity but end up confused as she leans closer into my personal space even scotching on the bench the cough, she lets out somewhat awkward as she tilts her head forward.

Silently I get her hint tuning my head to the right looking towards the entrance seeing more students make their way to breakfast, her change in behaviour puzzling me. Looking around I’m lost for a solid moment not spotting anything out of the unusual util I see what had her halting.

‘’That’s a rare sight.’’ She remarks neutrally.

I on the other end am left stunned quite literally. At the pillar near to doors stand my calmer boyfriend conversing rather animatedly with a Ravenclaw girl. Bertha Kettleburn. Known for being one of the pretties’ girls at school she is equally smart. With long black hair, pale skin, and on the skinny side even from halfway across the hall, I find myself admiring her.

Which is why it’s odd that she is talking to my boyfriend. Standing rather close to him, the pretence of avoiding other students’ bollocks frankly speaking as they have space to move back into, and yet the two remain front and centre so everyone can see them together. My thoughts have me glancing at other students who are looking towards them in confusion some meeting my eyes on accident. I groan lowly knowing the new wave of rumours are about to start.

Not many wizards and witches are nice or decent enough to talk to Ominis. Most tend to avoid him, the family name giving him a bad reputation even after the past two years of my beloved helping with protecting students and creatures still not shaking off certain allegations. Unfortunately, even as brave ad friendly as Natty is for example she isn’t too keen on him. And she is one of the nicest people I know.

So, this comes as a surprise to everyone that Bertha is talking to him, enthusiastically out in the open.

I narrow my eyes at my boyfriend surprised to find him paying her full attention not even having his head hung down but is facing her.

‘’What’s that all about?’’ Imelda inquires resting one arm over my shoulder leaning onto me. I find myself quiet, my stomach beginning to churn.

‘’So much for the tables turning.’’ I grumble my mood dampened.

‘’Not everything is about you, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it.’’ my Slytherin friend attempts to cheer me up, even running her hand soothingly down my back.

‘’Very reassuring.’’ I can’t help but to glance forth noticing curious looks sent my way, snickers unmissable the buzz gaining traction. Specially as Bertha skips over to her friends having the nerve to wave in greeting.

‘’What a knob.’’ Imelda says under her breath, as I notice movement on my right Ominis making his way over, a small smile on his lips.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I hum absently taking in his state how cheery he looks.

‘’Hmmm.’’ Imelda adds as he approaches taking a huge bite out of her second piece of toast.

‘’Good morning, darling.’’ Ominis greets obviously in a good mood ‘’Imelda.’’ Acknowledging her he does raise an eyebrow his wand that he has lifted pulsing red ‘’Did something interesting happen?’’ the question follows as he sits down, pressing his thigh against my own the closeness a new development.

‘’You could say that.’’ my fried starts, to which I give her a warning look watching as she visibly restrains herself from saying I’m sure something outrageous the pause to long my boyfriend rising his eyebrows in question ‘’I’m stealing your girl.’’ And to demonstrate it with surprising strength she wraps both arms around my shoulders and pulls me against her, leaning us both away from my boyfriend who looks further confused his free hand placing itself over my mid-thigh as if to hold me in place.

‘’Seriously…’’ I begin to protest her protectiveness adorable, even if it’s startling the amount of touching, she has done.

‘’Yes seriously.’’ She interrupts ‘’You should’ve treated her better Ominis. Your girl is to pretty and too nice to be unappreciated. I’d not have time to bother with anyone or literally anything else if she was with me!’’

The taunt has me rising both eyebrows looking up at the Slytherin, her face intent as she’s watching my boyfriend like a hawk, my own gaze slipping back to him watching as he hangs his head expression controlled the shenanigans happening confusing. His hand is rather warm still resting over my skirt.

‘’Heyyy guys!!!’’ breaking the growing tension is Poppy who is way too spring and happy for morning as she bounces over to us, unbothered by our closeness ‘’Morning hugs?’’

I immediately smile at how pure she is glad that it spurs Imelda to release me, acting tough suddenly brushing her shoulders straightening out her coat and uniform ‘’You saw nothing.’’ She even turns forward putting distance between us, as I exchange looks with the Hufflepuff.

‘’I’m always up for hugs.’’ I comment wanting to spread my arms but get intercepted by Ominis’s hand taking a hold of mine. My usually more reserved boyfriend places a kiss onto the corner of my mouth, I’m sure his intention different given the too serios look he gives ‘’And kisses.’’ I smile exchanging a look with Poppy that glances between the three of us, understanding enough to nod and make way to Imelda’s left side to eat breakfast.

‘’Not feeling shy this morning Mr. Gaunt?’’ I tease smiling at my beloved, seeing and knowing that something absurd is going on in that brilliant head of his. The PDA is enough of a tell in its own.

‘’I wouldn’t use the word shy when I’m around you darling.’’ He replies so sure of himself, bashfulness not a trait to describe my boyfriend compared to the fumbling and blushing boy I met 2 years ago ‘’Care to explain what this was all about? Has Imelda taken a fancy of you?’’

No longer is his head hung but rather his entire posture proper, milky eyes shifting left and right the closeness again something out of character for him.

‘’It would seem so.’’ I glance over at the two girls engrossed into a conversation. Ominis’ hand comes under my chin turning my head right back to him, sternness fixated on his features.

‘’Too bad. You are already taken little dove.’’ His voice is steady, not leaving room for rebuttal his hold unwavering keeping me in place. I let out a loud hum narrowing my eyes at my blonde boyfriend admiring how handsome he us, attire, and hair all in place, words and actions showing off his certainty. And yet the switch the seriousness he’s portraying in my company while he was offering smiles and rapt attention to Bertha have my blood cooling. His possessiveness which I’d usually find rather charming – having gotten used to it – right now is doing the opposite.

‘’A well-known fact, I’m sure.’’ I click with my tongue taking a hold of his hand bringing it to the table. I retreat my own hand instead of intertwining our fingers keeping myself in check ‘’I am curious about something, love. Did Bertha need something? Or did she bump into you?’’

I try to keep my voice light, given I can’t really keep myself from hiding away my emotions on my face trying my very best not to find the witch and show her how I really feel currently.

‘’Bertha?’’ he repeats her name making me poke my cheek with my tongue as I hum in confirmation ‘’We’re classmates for the most part this year. I was surprised when she asked for a study date in regards of history of magic there being so many years to remember. So, in exchange, she’ll help me with me finding potion ingredients. Apparently, she knows some places to get rare plants.’’

I don’t speak after he’s done explaining surprised, he has so much to say about it his tone as well revealing some form of excitement at their plan.

‘’Why are you silent, darling? I’ll make sure to bring plants for you too.’’

I close my eyes at his obliviousness, exhaling through my nose rather loudly. I can feel eyes on the back of my head.

‘’So, study dates and adventures with Bertha Kettleburn. What a lucky gal.’’ the last part I mutter under my breath turning forward to peer and confirm that my cup is empty which I slide away from me whilst receiving a nudge from Imelda on my left.

‘’First or second round?’’ Imelda asks as Ominis catches my hand resting on the table.

‘’It’s purely academic Y/N. Why would she be lucky?’’ my boyfriend asks baffled getting upset.

‘’First.’’ I whisper to my friend who giddily cheers I’m sure planning something extra like usual.

‘’First what? You’ve been mysterious ever since I’ve come over. What is Imelda up to? I hope she’s not dragging you into trouble!’’ the Slytherin boy rumbles urgently hold firm on my hand.

‘’I’ve no idea what goes on in her head sometimes.‘’ I sigh watching as he blinks in question ‘’Not to worry though, boyfriend.’’ I unintentionally bite out the last word ‘’You’re going to be to busy with your study dates to worry about little ol’ me. Don’t let thoughts of me exhaust you. You know very well I can take care of myself.’’

I grin widely Ominis’ expression only now shifting into something akin to panic.

‘’Study date no, my love, my heart. It’s not meant like that! It’s just an expression…’’ he rushes upon his realization, my gaze for whatever reason turning forward spotting Bertha frighteningly fast, her eyes already on us. Her fellow Ravenclaws that are around her are talking excitedly their attentions not subtle in their glances sent our way as well. The Ravenclaw girl even dares to give another small wave, eyes shifting to Ominis who tries to get closer to me, arms settling around my waist.

‘’…we are friends, classmates. We will only revise the subject of this year.’’

 I turn to face him abruptly trying my best to keep calm because his words remind me of our boyfriend ‘’Purely academic huh?’’ I state sounding madder than I intended to ‘’You and Sebastian can go running around letting girls ogle you left and right, ask you on studyyy dates, and other ridiculous idea’s they come up with. And you fools oblige them. Bollocks.’’ In my rant I manage to untangle his hands, which he does willingly pull back giving me room to stand and climb over the bench his wand in hand pulsing red, expression pleading ‘’You say everybody knows I am taken. But when it comes to you two? The audacity.’’ I huff ‘’Gods forbid I do anything, without you two freaking out.’’ I brush my hand over my face feeling hot from anger spotting Sebastian making his way over, cautious as he looks between us knowing something’s up.

‘’Mc…’’

‘’Do what you want.’’ I raise my hand in surrender shaking my head ‘’Go and bedazzle everyone with your knowledge, kindness, handsomeness whatever.’’ I begin to walk ‘’Be free.’’ I add staring straight at Sebastian aware how ridiculous and dramatic I’m being emotions taking the best of me.

‘’So free.’’ I grumble marching past my brunette boyfriend that stares at me with puppy eyes knowing better than to get in my way.

Ridiculous, men are ridiculous.

‘’Rather thirsty, aren’t we?’’ I roll my eyes at the comment, Imelda nudging me from humour un-fazing me, her good mood tonight noticeable to everyone, as our friend group is more relaxed than the usual. Even with the addition of Imelda’s crush sitting opposite of her.

‘’Just plain thirsty. Its good butterbeer.’’ I reply nonchalantly placing the metal jug back on the table it being my second round of the evening.

‘’That I agree with.’’ Natty cheers taking a drink of her own sitting on the end of the table, free from being sandwiched unlike I, with Imelda on my right and Garreth on my left busy checking out a fellow Gryffindor two tables away from us, the usually shameless red-head lad tame. Percival seems happy to just be here sitting opposite of Imelda, with Poppy next to him and Amit on her other side.

‘’To good butterbeer and excellent weather for stargazing tonight guys.’’ The Ravenclaw cheers his future plans not surprising anyone his cheer charming everyone drinking to it.

‘’So, I’ve been hearing some things.’’ Percival speaks up tone filled with curiosity leaning forward his gaze going back and forth whilst I angle the jug finishing my drink ‘’Did you really take care of an encampment of poachers??’’

The question seems to be sent towards our Slytherin quidditch captain the less acquainted Slytherin boy genuinely curious at the rumour he picked up on. One of the many I’m sure.

At his question even Garreth looks towards us having a knowing smirk, everyone’s eyes landing on Imelda. Except for my own as I lean onto the table on my arms trying to capture Sirona’s gaze. Unfortunately for me she’s busy but nonetheless happy as she serves her other patron’s drinks The Three Broomsticks being packed even for a Friday night.

‘’I mean…’’ Imelda begins everyone sort of holding their breath for her reply, the lack of confidence I’m sure still a novelty coming from out friend.

‘’Oh yeah, she did.’’ I find myself stating observing wizards and witches having harmless fun around us ‘’She isn’t captain by mere strike of fortune.’’ I turn to look at Percival seriously ‘’A master strategist this one.’’ I send a glance at a blushing Imelda that has her eyes averted ‘’Planned the whole thing. Impromptu if I may add.’’

I turn back towards the bar not seeing the barkeep and owner there anymore ‘’Did you stumble upon them? Either they are desperate enough to be unafraid of being close to the main roads, or they are plain foolish.’’ The Slytherin thinks aloud as I sit back in defeat, exchanging a look with Garett whose smile disappeared turning into a glare, our friendship lately growing thanks to his ambition of creating a more powerful wingleweld potion. He’s rather defensive of my honour as some students like to diminish some of my accomplishments, while I got rather good at taming some of his experiments and dragging him out of trouble, his mouth faster than his brain.

‘’We were looking for Horklump Juice actually.’’ Poppy speaks up ‘’Took us a hike to the north of the castle. Luckily, we stumbled upon them. I’d rather hate to imagine what they had in store for those poor Fwooper’s.’’ always sympathetic Poppy’s tone makes it even more worth it ‘’They would’ve taken out the entire den if it weren’t for us.’’

At her tone turning sad I send a glance her way, eyes meeting my own the memory replying in my mind how sad she has gotten over one of the creatures getting hurt.

‘’But wouldn’t it have been better to call a professor? Sent a distress signal?’’ Percival presses. I can feel his burning gaze on me, feeling the shift in the air his curiosity a bit pressing.

‘’Nahh mate, it would’ve ruined the whole surprise attack. Sometimes all you need is a bit of bravery and sparkle of strategy to have the upper hand,’’ Garreth defends his commentary brining a smile to my lips. Finally, as Sirona is back at the bar she glances up, my hand shooting halfway up catching her gaze.

Making a gesture to signalize another round she returns a kind smile offering a nod to which I give a thumbs up sitting back comfortably ‘’Next time you should join us.’’ Natty chuckles looking pointedly at Percival ‘’There’s never a dull moment. Even with gathering basic ingredients. Such is the way of magic.’’

I nod at her words seeing that our collective answers haven’t really satisfied the Slytherin. And luckily for the newest addition – yet to be added to our group in my personal opinion – Amit brings up the conversation of the upcoming quidditch game’s the mention alone springing Imelda into action, quick to defend her house and honour being so sure of her skills and team that a bet gets made.

A bet which I for once remain neutral from, happily drinking another round of butterbeer simply listening to my friends laughing, teasing, and even arguing Garreth chirping in jokes at times only for me to hear, our own brief but meaningful adventures for potion ingredients causing our platonic bond to grow fonder. To the displeasure of my boyfriends. Specially Sebastian and the whole house rivalry which I don’t exactly get even less support. I am loyal to my house, proud of it it’s colours representation, but can’t find it in myself to rival or envy others given I’ve got friends in all houses and help any student of Howards in need regarding of their house.

At the mention of rivalry, I’ve been good so far trying not to think of my beloveds who are obviously missing out on the merriments of tonight. To be honest and with slight guilt I admit I am not sure if they were even invited to join. I’m sure Poppy wouldn’t lie and told them the truth if she was asked, as well as Natty.

It makes me wonder what the two have been up to since the arguments I’ve engaged them into. The silent treatment had been working, the boys redirected mostly by Imelda that has been truly clinging onto me since that morning, I’m sure her words messing with Ominis’ head as sometimes as smart as intelligent that he is emotions play crucial roles in our lives, nonetheless.

I assume they must be in the undercroft planning. What exactly I’m not sure. And yet my gut is telling me they must be up to something to gain my favour. Sebastian impatient even when he’s mad at me – mostly due to some ventures going wrong usually – doesn’t keep distance for long. Ominis is the one I want least to disappoint the always composed and logical of my boyfriends setting me into an ambitious path to keep making him proud, and Sebastian on the other hand safe, and most definitely away from danger. For the most part as trouble and danger find me.

What could they be doing thought? Its rare and weird that they’ve not looked for me, its…

‘’If you keep twisting those eyebrows of yours any tighter, you’ll remain with permanent grump face.’’ Garreth points out as Poppy proudly debates with Amit about mooncalf’s, Natty explaining about the difference in magic with Imelda and Percival who has lost the edge he had in the beginning.

Turning to the red head he has a smile, eyes taking me in ‘’You’re supposed to be having fun L/N. The Hero of Hogwarts should have days off too.’’

At the damned title I blow raspberries tapping my fingers against the jug, my right foot under the table beginning to move in circle ‘’I am having fun.’’ I reply genuinely, taking a sip watching as the Gryffindor’s face portrays his disbelief ‘’I am!’’ I exclaim shoving him gently ending up chuckling ‘’I’m not thinking about the never-ending list of to-dos the assignments I’ve yet to start, the requests I’ve got to tackle…’’

‘’Alright, alright you’re spiralin’.’’ He interrupts grabbing a hold of his own drink, which he bumps against mine gently prompting me to follow his lead ‘’Sorry I’ve asked. Here’s to less things to do instead.’’

At his words I nod, taking a long sip exhaling loudly finishing the round before everyone again ‘’What woes you my friend huh? You’ve been rather preoccupied as well.’’ I throw an arm around his shoulders leaning closer for effect, not missing the not-so-subtle blush rising on his cheeks.

‘’That’s not the word I’d use.’’ He tries to hide behind his cup slowly sipping on his butterbeer to which I pat him over the shoulder humming.

‘’If I were you, I’d finish that drink faster. Because your crush is standing at the bar. And I happen to have finished my drink.’’ I let go of him slowly playing nonchalant, ignoring the haziness that’s made an appearance the butterbeer’s I’ve consumed finally taking hold.

As Garreth takes a look his head twisting, I fish out some galleons from the pocket of my discharged coat behind me sliding them over to my friend ‘’Come on Mr. Bravery. A sparkle of tactics and you’re there.’’ I repeat his words from earlier downright manhandling him to take the money and our empty jugs.

I get myself more comfortable to prevent him from chickening out, his nervous look noticed by Natsai as she looks between us in confusion whilst I give Garreth an okay sign ‘’You’ve got this, I believe in you Weasley.’’

And just like that off he goes without a second thought or taking a breath, Imelda having fared way worse when chatting with Percival the first few times we’ve deliberately pushed then together to interact.

‘’There he goes.’’ I comment drumming my fingers of my right hand over the wooden table ‘’Like a baby giraffe learning how to walk.’’

My comparison has Natsai burst into a fit of giggles as we watch after him, bump into an older wizard in the attempt of standing next to his crush who finds it amusing as Garreth apologizes but offers a charming smile her way, our drinks entirely forgotten as the smitten boy remains holding onto the empty jugs.

‘’Boys are so hopeless aren’t they.’’ Natsai’s comment has me humming in agreement as we observe him for a while longer making sure he doesn’t need saving ‘’How are your better halves faring? Their absence is quite noticeable tonight.’’

I sigh with my entire chest propping my head on my arm ‘’Honestly, I do miss…’’

‘’Hey, they are about to start playing some music.’’ Imelda announces fully leaning onto me, nearly dislodging me if I didn’t have my feet planted on the ground. Slightly bothered but buzzed enough I get distracted at the said band of musicians in the corner of the pub suddenly beginning to play, the atmosphere of the entire place getting livelier.

I follow along sitting up straight letting Imelda push me for a bit, the song that’s being played familiar to everyone but myself as I watch students and adults alike singing along the lyrics. I clap with the rhythm content to sway left and right, watching as my friends lighten up enjoying themselves. It brings me to a peaceful state despite the chaos around me.

People get up to dance, cheers and encouragements shouted and whistles joyous as everyone’s troubles seem to melt away at least for tonight. Not for everyone.

I’m not like everyone after all. Surrounded by my kin, my friends, those who already proved they’d protect me, and intend to remain in my life should make me feel at ease. I should feel okay, happy seeing them so free.  I offer smiles nodding along, as some go dancing, Amit getting asked by a girl our age to dance with her has everyone’s attention on the Ravenclaw.

Imelda strikes up a weird dance that Percival across her plays along with the two showing great potential and chemistry if they are to court. Poppy always so cheerful is a true cheerleader, Natsai having been one of the first to have left the table. Garreth has only made the appearance of bringing the entire table another round of drinks but was cutely pulled to dance with his crush, her smile reaching the stars.

I don’t regret coming out I really don’t. It’s fun and a rare moment in life where everything is good.

Except it’s not.

I’ve let my emotions get the better of me. I got petty over ridiculous things that could have been thought through. My choice was to listen to my friends teasing and well-meant words than talk to the two people who matter the most to me. What a fool.

I’d exchange this moment for some quiet and cold of the undercroft to spend time with my boys.

But I’ve made my bed.

The dancing eventually comes to a stop, the participants heavily breathing atmosphere still lively, the musicians taking a break along with others ordering more drinks chatter filling the air. Conversation flows back my group mates spilling jokes and random information, discovering new things about one another. I’m happy nobody ropes me into any discussions. I happily drink the butterbeer and munch on chips that Sirona brought over a while ago.

‘’Y/N-ah I’ve noticed you haven’t sung any of the songs, the whole evening.’’ Percival once more speaks up, his tone tinted with nosiness. He has a talent of bringing unwanted attention to me, as my friends’ chatter begins to die down.

I keep the silence going as I munch on the chips offering a shrug ‘’I’m not in a singing mood tonight.’’

He frowns at my response shaking his head offering a smile ‘’Oh I’m sure you are. You’ve certainly clapped to the right beat, better than anyone. Do you dislike the classics perhaps?’’

The details he keeps bringing have me questioning who this guy really is.

‘’Dislike no.’’ I begin clicking my tongue ‘’I’m into all kinds of music. It just has to be…I’m lacking words.’’ I drag my words out hoping he’ll get the hint of backing off. Glancing towards Imelda she has an eyebrow raised displeased with what’s happening I’m sure as she glares at Percival.

‘’She truly is. All kinds of music that is,’’ Poppy confirms ‘’Knowing fae music, Nordic war songs to name the ones that stood out to me, she even knows muggles tunes. But she sang a song for me a while back. She’s very tuneful and the lyrics were profound. Where did you learn that song?’’ the Hufflepuff turns to me purely curious as well, now everyone’s attention stuck onto me.

‘’I um…it’s not really the right settings for it…’’ I hesitate leaning back the excuse of going to the bathroom right on the tip of my tongue.

‘’Oh, sure it is my friend.’’ Natsai enthusiastically eggs on ‘’You can even tell the band the melody if you’d like. I’m certain they’d comply to your request.’’

‘’Sironaaaa!’’ Imelda raises her tone standing up her greeting exaggerated but avid.

‘’Such enthusiasm.’’ Shirona laughs in amusement placing shot glasses on the table along with a bottle of firewhiskey ‘’Have I heard right about a song request?’’

I immediately shake my head watching the bottle floats in the air magic doing its thing, pouring us all equal shots. Even small tricks as these meaningless to my companions are a wonder to me even to this day.

‘’Oh yes, Y/N here is apparently a great singer.’’ Imelda is immediate to encourage gone the glare she sported earlier.

‘’She truly is.’’ Poppy pouts giving me pleading eyes as I wrap my fingers around the glass. Full blown kicked-crup-puppy look.

‘’Dear Y/N you keep on surprising us.’’ Sirona compliments hovering still, firewhiskey floating away as she folds the tray under her arm ‘’Drink up. It will help with hesitancies.’’

For one she isn’t one to encourage drinking, this being a rarity to bring over a strong alcoholic drink. Knowing Shirona after doing task for her getting to know her, I’m certain her approach and timing was intentional. She must be aware of something. With the promise of a stronger buzz, the liquid looking dangerously red the need to forget about myself overpowers rational thoughts, as I grasp the glass switching it into my left hand.

I curl my fingers on my right hand making a fist and bring it down onto the table repeating the motion as I create a beat, all the while I drink the entirety of the glass content, grimacing at the scorching heat not giving myself time to recuperate as I reach over and save Poppy from drinking her own beverage.

Finishing the second shot I feel like I can breathe fire, shaking my head in reaction to the fire traveling down my throat warming me, my hair falling from the lose ponytail I’ve tied it up some time ago.

I let out a groan to clear out my throat before beginning to sing trying my hardest to ignore everyone’s apt attention.

‘’I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones, I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voiceeee…’’ I let my voice tremble in the end looking at my friends Poppy already overjoyed, even if the version I sang to her was quieter and calmer. I’m erasing all tenderness singing from my throat trying to keep my voice heavy, words holding meaning to them.

I spare a look at my companions Natsai grinning ear to ear, Amit dazzled, Poppy lulling left and right, Percival completely taken aback but watching intently, while Imelda looks like she’s concentrating on the beat I’m creating looking like she wants to jump in. Sirona remains on the side silently observing. The banging brings attention over to our table. Thanks to the fire churning in my stomach, the feeling of bravery and confidence washing over me I lose all reservations raising my voice.

‘’My mother's child is a savage, She looks for her omens in the colours of stones…’’ something prompts me to stand up, now banging with both hands Imelda the first one to join the others quick to follow giving my voice more power ‘’…I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.’’

Before I know it, I’m up on the table, stomping my boots on it, everyone cheering as I continue singing the lyrics that are flowing like a spring breeze, the power behind them filling me in a similar manner that ancient magic does.

I’ve captured enough attention to gain an audience as unabashed shouts and screams of encouragement join. It’s easy to sway to the music, the table become to small prompting me to jump past Natsai that makes way letting me dance onwards everyone else upkeeping the beat.

The talented Gryffindor casts a fire illusion after me, it dancing along creating I’m sure a more alluring effect as I hold onto my skirt making sure it doesn’t ride to high as I move to the rhythm pulling girls to dance with me.

Before I know it most of the pub is up, the girls cheers more potent than before I’m sure the lyrics enticing even as I near the end, some picking up on the words singing with me. The dance shifts almost on que into guys joining, them spinning the girls around. I avoid many outstretched hands fully intent on escaping but get stopped by Garreth out of all people catching me. I let him twirl me around only realizing after a few firm steps that he’s pushing us into the direction of what I call freedom.

‘’We are our mother's savage daughters, The ones who run barefoot, Cursing sharp stones, We are our mother's savage daughters, We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice.’’ The girls that have picked up the words out-sing me, leaving the Gryffindor to pull me faster towards our booth his hold on my hand firm even as mid-laughter and disbelief feeling extremely hot – enough that I’ve shed to be only in my white school shirt having only throw over a mint coloured jumper leaving for Hogsmeade in a hurry – I end up stunned at the sight of my boyfriends present.

‘’Great escapade L/N. I’d stay for a chit chat, but Lydia is waiting for me.’’ Garreth leans close to my ear from the back, still holding onto my hand as he speaks revealing his crushes name sounding smitten as he lets go. Glancing back, I watch as he eagerly disappears between the dancers as the band has picked up their instruments and have begun playing.

Turning forward with a smile as I’m happy for my fried I focus on who I’ve missed the entirety of the night, not missing the way they are holding themselves. Ominis isn’t one for crowds for obvious reasons while Sebastian…oh yeah. He’s screaming trouble with the look he is giving me.

Only for a moment I remain stunned brain going blank at the sight of how handsome my boyfriends are.

‘’You’re here!!!’’ I squeak in excitement throwing my hands in the air body already moving as I run towards them.

‘’Wha…wow wow wow Mc …’’ Sebastian warns as I dash coming to a stop by jumping into his arms, clumsily grabbing onto his shoulders squishing my face roughly into his chest hearing him groaning at the impact. Of course, he catches me, and tries to steady us. I on the other hand and practically buzzing from the aftermath, feeling his familiar large hands settle over my back.

‘’Oh, Merlin’s beard Mc, you’ve not seen them for a few hours can you stop being a love-sick puppy already?!’’ Imelda groans calling me out.

‘’Oh Captain! Your absence this morning was quite the rouse. Leaving us unsupervised. Bold.’’ Sebastian calls after her, letting me place a clumsy kiss to his jaw as he’s still somewhat battling with keeping me still, my excitement rising.

I brighten up more as Ominis hand find my own ‘’Sallow don’t!!!’’ Imelda warns attempting to climb the bench but gets pulled back by Percival who is sitting on her previous seat trying to wrestle her, but also be nice about it, but also not rouse her even more as she turns to bicker with him her shyness around him gone finally.

‘’Oh, my word you’re so handsome tonight. Extra.’’ I blur out bypassing Sebastian who keeps his hand on my back, while I move to embrace Ominis wrapping my arms around his neck, somewhat hanging of off him, feeling the way his muscles tense to support us.

‘’Ooooofff darling…’’ he chuckles letting me lull us side to side happy to be hugging him.

‘’You came just at the right time lads.’’ Natty’s voice reaches my ears ‘’What took you so long?’’

‘’YEAH! WHERE WERE YOU?’’ I shout angry at their absence, to which I make it known by pouting and glaring at Ominis first who remains unreadable while Sebastian looks amused, quirking an eyebrow my way.

‘’To be honest, we…’’

‘’SEBASTIAN!!’’ a loud and enthusiastic shout cuts through the air, the shrill voice nearly causing me an immediate headache. We all turn to a way enthusiastic 7th year, a girl dressed to the nines in all green, hair a light shade of blonde with two diamond blue eyes shining as she rushes over ‘’You finally came!!!’’

‘’Ahh, Agatha.’’ Comes Sebastian’s surprised response. It’s the way that he speaks her name hands retreating from us, and the fact that he turns his attention to her that has me sobering up. Even though the firewhiskey is doing its job tremendously well, making every second thought logical and perfectly make it make sense.

‘’My love don’t do anything unreasonable.’’ Ominis even sightless knows sometimes before I do of how I’m about to react. Or at least knows to prepare for the inevitable.

As the girl comes to a stop inquiring about whatever, her words muted as I zero in on the way she’s looking at our boyfriend with literal stars in her eyes, I move without thinking making sure to grab Ominis hand pulling him with me.

‘’…that’s what I was wondering.’’ She remains looking at Sebastian only turning to look at me after she finishes her sentence, a perfectly shaped eyebrow rising above her blue eye. In the meantime, Ominis’ other hand settles on my waist as if to hold me back – or to prepare himself to do so.

‘’Hi.’’ I greet overexaggerating with my smile, ignoring the look our brunette boyfriend is giving us as I zero in on the girl. Agatha.

‘’Am hi.’’ She awkwardly responds clearly confused with our presence.

‘’Hmm.’’ To taunt her I hum out loud narrowing my eyes slightly, keeping eye contact more than it’s necessary, only after a while turning to Sebastian who is looking at me, with bathed breath.

Wordlessly I grasp the back of his neck with my free hand, pulling him down into a kiss the move catching him of guard as our mouths clash at first. I chuckle into the kiss smoothly transitioning it into a proper kiss as I move my lips, the brunette easily following even through his hesitancy.

‘’Ah I beg your pardon, Agatha. It’s a very excitable night as you must have seen.’’ Ominis speaks up, polite as ever, still keeping his hands on me.

‘’Oh no worries. The song got us all on our feet. They’ve dragged even Sirona into it.’’

As they chuckle at that, the friendliness is too much even with the distraction of Sebastian’s hand on my cheek and his mindless devotion to showing affection in public. The man is shameless after all. Breaking apart I offer him a smile feeling rather pleased seeing his dazed expression, a tint of rose colouring his freckled cheeks.

‘’Have you finished with your ostentatious display?’’ Ominis inquires, my eyebrows furrowing as I look at how smug he’s holding himself.

‘’I know we’re speaking English right now but was that English??? That last part?’’ I blur out accepting Sebastian’s hand as he bids goodbye to the girl with an excuse I don’t quite catch as I stand starstruck whenever I hear my quieter boyfriend laugh genuinely.

‘’Don’t overthink it sweetheart. You polyglots tend to overanalyse simple words.’’ He sooths delivering the sweetest of kisses onto my forehead as I feel heat warming my cheeks. Sebastian presses himself behind my back leaning over my shoulder.

‘’That was the cutest, most raw, hot, and out there demonstration of jealousy, darling.’’ He smugly points out, Ominis’ smile not helping.

‘’Hmm not at all.’’ I deny attention briefly caught by my friends engaging into another popular song, the pub gaining energy once more, the atmosphere magical to put it bluntly ‘’It was merely a show of affection that’s all.’’ I play innocent, shaking of their hands smiling as I begin to clap to the rhythm the wizarding songs not familiar enough for me to sing them as others do.

‘’Sebastian is quite right little dove.’’ Ominis fuels on pressing himself over my back, both hands settling over my waist my clapping coming to a halt thanks to his proximity ‘’Honestly, you’re very endearing when you’re jealous.’’

Unable to help how my body reacts I feel how the blush hits my cheek not aiding my denial. I puff out my cheeks in defiance, Sebastian raised brows not undetering me.

‘’I wouldn’t use that word.’’ I shake my head crossing my arms, remaining in Ominis’ embrace even as Sebastian steps closer ‘’I would…’’

‘’Ahhhh MC!!!’’ My voice gets overpowered by Imelda’s. My friend makes her way over in between us, plastering herself over my back clumsily, the waving of the metal jug quick to make my reflexes work as I grab for it from her hands, attempting to steady her ‘’Gaunt! Get your hands of my girl.’’

Her exclamation stuns both of my boyfriends but makes me burst into giggles at how bold she is. With more strength than necessary even on unsteady feet, she pulls us a step backwards pushing Ominis’ hands away.

‘’Your girl? What game are you trying to play at Reyes?’’ Sebastian springs into action grasping my left and free hand, not achieving anything as Imelda holds me firm.

‘’No game.’’ She says confidently tapping the jug, guiding my hand along to bring it to my mouth ‘’I said you should have appreciated her more.’’ She clicks her tongue as I begin drinking butterbeer finding myself thirsty actually ‘’I’ve stolen her away from you lot. Paying too much attention to bimbos leaving this treasure right here, alone for the taking.’’

Proving that she is gutsier than usual – thank you alcohol – she grabs for the empty jug, lowering it turning my head with her other hand that’s wrapped around me. I stare at her with wide eyes ready to duck and run away, but she swiftly delivers a kiss to my left cheek. To my horror and fascination at what this evening is turning out to be she hoovers inches away from my face, flush as a tomato upkeeping the staring contest.

‘’Hey, hey!’’ Sebastian protests finally springing into action getting in between us as stunned, and very stupefied I accept Ominis’ pull of hand, as he tucks me into his side. I raise an eyebrow in question as a hand reaches for my cheek not to caress it but to begin wiping the spot where I’ve received the Slytherin girl’s kiss.

As Sebastian and Imelda begin the battle of berating trying to outdo one another, I remain focusing on Ominis who looks way to focused on the task he’s doing gently stroking my cheek. I can see how the gears in his brain are turning, mulling something over. The frown on his pretty features reveals his emotions and state of mind too, milky ocean eyes set onto one spot to my left.

‘’He…’’ a hiccup along with a burp rush up my throat before I can stop it, the action not something I do in front of anyone. Shocked I stare with wide eyes as Ominis shows his surprise as well.

‘’Oh gods…’’I grumble, ending up groaning and then whining ‘’Yahhhh, Omi I’m tiredddddd.’’ My mood shifts, the events of the night catching up even past the haziness in my mind. I throw my hands in the arm draping them over his shoulders, fully leaning into him. I giggle at his stumble but quick save as he grabs me awkwardly trying to hold on.

‘’Omfff darling…’’ he huffs ‘’You know I always love your…am…touchiness but could you…’’

‘’Oh goodness me.’’ Comes our boyfriend’s exhale. I get promptly picked as if I’m a child, Sebastian pulling me into his arms with ease ‘’Your rather naughty aren’t you.’’ He shakes his head but keeps smiling in amusement ‘’Running off to a pub, singing and dancing, drinking sweet nectar without us. Letting yourself get snatched by others.’’

I raise an eyebrow at the last part but grin nonetheless ‘’I hope you don’t expect of me to be proper at all times dear lover. I’m not that kind of a gal.’’ I shrug nonchalantly the added buzz from the butterbeer making me melt into Sebastian’s arms who holds me easily ‘’But you’re aware of that already.’’ I muse seeing his amusement eyebrows quirked looking rather pleased.

Crowing our space, Ominis looks like he is a man on a mission, not missing a beat as he brings our lips together his kiss very unlike him. Cheers erupt from my friend’s table, Ominis behaviour catching others attention as frankly he is acting more so like Sebastian than himself, taking control entirely teeth biting at my lips whenever he pleases, one hand possessively holding the nape of my neck.

‘’Only we get to see the improper parts of you, MC.’’ He speaks lowly once he parts ‘’Only we get to snatch you.’’ He delivers another hard kiss ‘’Because you’re ours.’’

‘’Correct.’’ Sebastian confirms crowding against my back, both of them shielding me from the world. But it’s wrong. They’ve got it all wrong. It’s the other way around. They are both mine as much as I’m theirs. And yet we’ve fallen into the predicament of being here because the unwanted attention delivered to my boyfriends and their obliviousness of my feelings.

Even through the haze Ominis put me under, my body heating up at their bold touches in such a public space the alcohol buzzing in my veins adds fuel to my fire. I can feel ancient magic buzzing on my fingertips. Ready to take action.

‘’Say it.’’ Ominis encourages my silence stretching, big warm hands settling on my waist, Sebastian’s holding me in place by my hips rather as he nuzzles in my hair. My face hardens at their demand always needing reassurance. They are always the ones staking claim, showing of their jealousy unabashedly.

Reaching up I grasp Ominis chin directing and tilting his head downwards, aware his pretty opal eyes aren’t meeting mine, but the gesture has his attention the possessiveness that was coming out broken into a questioning rise of an eyebrow.

It takes it less time to manoeuvre and bring my right hand up, behind Sebastian’s head slipping my fingers between his locks and pulling on them hard knowing he enjoys it much more than he’ll ever admit, making him bend lower to my shoulder.

‘’You’re forgetting yourselves boys.’’ I begin my tone cool ‘’Do you need a reminder of the past few days?! How despite your claims of devotion, your attentions seem to be split onto other gals. One might not find themselves feeling so specially anymore.’’ I end up grumbling letting my emotions get the best of me the feeling of power ready to spiral over making me surge forward crushing my lips against Ominis’s first unleashing a fraction a spark if you will.

It manifests in the kiss I think but through the haziness of my mind I’m unaware and far too gone to stop as I leave the blonde breathless spinning and grabbing Sebastian roughly by his cheeks bringing him down combating his own dominance the brunette usually competing even when it comes to kissing.

And just like that, giving them a taste of my emptions dragging them in so to speak I break apart entirely, lulling to the song. Grinning pleased with events so far, I waltz over to Natty giving her a half hug at the table, mumbling about heading out her words of safety always welcomed as I grab my coat and wave at the others not turning around or waiting for my boyfriends.

‘’Ohhh. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.’’ I coo grinning with delight, easing my hips lower the slight wobble of Sebastian’s lips bringing so much joy its intoxicating. ‘’So pretty.’’ I repeat in a whisper running my hands over his biceps not in the slightest bothered over the light layer of sweat coating his skin as I run my lips and tongue over his neck tasting the slight saltiness, settling on his left side proceeding to leave blooming marks on his freckled skin.

Curiously I peek at our quiet boyfriend sitting on the other end of the couch, not letting out a sound, usually tidy blonde hair a wicked mess of strands, suiting him more-so than the properness with which he holds himself by. The rest of his clothes are gone, long milky legs bent, lithe body shuddering but not from cold oh no.

The only accessory is my tie adoring his wrists holding them together. Long slender fingers are wrapped delicately around his wand, as it sets out pulses of red frequenter than a human’s heartbeat. His usually tilted head is upright, opal galaxy eyes set towards us. The blush on his cheeks runs down his neck and chest, only a faint mark on his collarbone beginning to make an appearance. I’ll have to rectify that later our introduction short lived.

I grin with delight seeing him shifting subtly, his patience giving as seconds go by. Hmmm so close, he’s so close to giving in.

‘’Ughhhh.’’ Sebastian moans as I circle my hips, hands lifting of the couch for a moment, catching himself in the action fingers curling into fists after.

‘’Hmm that was a close one.’’ I wonder out loud, watching as he’s recollecting himself trying to hold back stretching out my time to rest my aching thighs ‘’Are you still with me, love?’’

He immediately nods but keeps his eyes closed, body in the beginning stage of the trembles. To be fair we’ve been going at it for a while my edging harsh to be frank specially for Sebastian who is the one with the shortest fuse between the three of us.

‘’My sweet, sweet Sebastian.’’ I sing acting merciful by lifting my hips a little, and dropping back onto him, slipping my arms around his neck cupping the back of his head petting his soft brown tangled mess of hair. I focus on the torture that is taking my sweet time in lowering and rising but only halfway the movement diabolical if I do say so myself.

And not only for him! Our usually frantic chase towards release has been halted entirely with great patience the pace I’ve settled on effective in its agonizing way. Biting onto my lower lip from glee I observe how his eyebrows furrow, expression twisting, muscles tensing as the trembling hasn’t subdued, the knuckles on his hands white resting near his thighs on the couch.

Slowing to a stop again he whines out loud, panting as he opens his eyes. Those pretty brown eyes of his settle over my smirking lips, expression dazed.

‘’Eyes on me handsome.’’ I encourage gently cupping his cheek, Sebastian doing so immediately as his face changes into one of pleading. Desperation. ‘’There he is.’’ I lean close giving him bunny kisses as I’ve learned they are called gently rubbing my nose side to side with his.

I shift my hand to take a hold of his chin readjusting my bent knees and legs on the couch, running my other hand down his front as I bring our mouths together happily, giving in only for a moment letting him guide us at one point.

The suave, flirt that he naturally is has been erased this evening as I have a putty boyfriend in my hands, moaning and groaning at the swipe of a tongue, his gasps and whimpers rising in tone once my hand that slid down his chest reaches the base of his hardness, feeling where we are connected. Even the thought of it seems erotic, causing me to clench around him automatically pretty brown eyes pleading me silently, the trembles endearing.

‘’Tell me how good this feels.’’

He visibly gulps as I slide my right hand onto the back of his head, grasping his hair pulling his head back as I raise until only the head of his cock rests inside me. I place my left hand on his throat not applying pressure but keeping it there as a reminder.

‘’So good…’’ he’s trying so hard to hold himself together ‘’…it’s so…aahhh g-good…’’ I lick over my lower lip dropping lower at an antagonizing slow pace ‘’Aaaaaa f-fuck…’’ he’s a stuttering mess is what he is.

‘’Is it?’’ I tease tapping the fingers on my left hand over to his shoulder, bicep, forearm, and to his trembling hand ‘’Don’t tell me you’re close, darling.’’

Prying his hand open his eyes remain on me as I give him a predatory look, bringing our now joined hands upwards directing his hand onto my hip, only needing to reach over albeit awkwardly for him to get the message his other hand following suit, the rule of keeping his hands to himself ended.

‘’Are you close??’’ I tilt my head for effect, watching as he hesitates the shudders running through him telling enough.

He ends up nodding furiously fingers digging into my skin to which I let go of his head tsking. I raise my hand up between us moving my pointing finger left and right ‘’I gave you permission to touch. Not to grip or mark me.’’ My tone lowers ‘’I’ve been nice to you. Patient. Merciful. But some things…’’ as I talk, I let my fingers run over his chest sending a glance at Ominis who has shifted legs dropped against the backrest in defeat, wand still pulsing eyes hooded and fixated on us ‘’…oh. Some things do get under my skin.’’

And just like that my mood darkens. At the hint of disobedience and the ridiculous notion of them having admirers who aren’t getting the gist that they are taken.

Wordlessly I grab Sebastian by the shoulders, digging my nails into skin his hiss low but loud in the silence of the Room of Requirement, the newly transfigured couch finally put to good use.

With a clenched jaw and new determination, a plan set in mind; game time is over. I begin to raise and fall, keeping it basic at the start as I build a rhythm. And for the first time I go against the whole ‘people pleasing’ tendency and keep the pace how I like it, fully knowing Sebastian is one for action and friction.

And yet this time around he has no choice or word in the matter. Since they’ve apparated us here from Hogsmeade thinking the night will turn into their favour things have turned upside down. Jealousy is a green-eyed monster that lingers like a pesky bee relentless in its pursuit.

‘’Ahhhhh…’’ I groan in delight finding the friction, the feeling of him inside me filling me up so satisfying, that I throw my head back closing my eyes for a moment as he squeaks at, I’m sure a painful hold from me. I switch up the pace rolling my hips like belly dancers do in my own kind of way, changing the tempo spreading my legs wider.

‘’F-fuck, MC…’’ he moans strong robust hands slipping behind my back to support me. I can feel him begin to lean forward, to which I snap back to attention, my knees proving my only anchoring point as I push against him.

The move takes him by surprise as he falls back ‘’Just imagine what would all those girls in their pretty skirts, bows in their perfectly styled hair, and fluttering eyes, rosy cheeks, think of the best dueller of Hogwarts, the unbeatable beater, the troublemaker of Slytherin at the mercy of me.’’ I all but growl the last part getting in his face, still moving my hips getting closer to him physically earning some friction against my clit against his lower belly ‘’They must be over the moon with their silly thoughts of having a strong man to take care of them, protect them. Have the perfect boyfriend.’’ I chuckle darkly ‘’They couldn’t handle the reality of you being such a good boy for me, groaning and whimpering for my touches. My pretty boy putty in my hands letting me use you however I please.’’

I raise an eyebrow in question admiring how desperately he’s trying to keep it together my words having a big effect ‘’Ah ffffuck…’’ I mewl fingers dragging down his chest for sure leaving marks ‘’Fuck you feel gooooddd…’’ I purr the built up of an orgasm in sight, the burn in my thighs causing me to temporary grind my teeth as I push through the pleasure and spiking pain.

He doesn’t seem to be minding my rougher treatment judging by the broken moans parting his glossy lips ‘’Sebastian.’’ I whisper leaning closer his eyes not leaving my own ‘’You’re mine.’’

I ground my hips against him harder than its necessary, my frustrations getting the better of me ‘’Your both mine.’’ I lean against the brunette boy turning to Ominis ‘’Ominis.’’ I call for him, the ache in my thigs beginning to present a problem the further I ride Sebastian.

Our blind boyfriend obligates eagerly moving stiffly forward, lowering his hands as he scootches closer ‘’Ominis my love.’’ I whisper and with shaky hands reach to untie the tie, letting him free not minding Sebastian’s hands as they glide over my skin to my front fingers quick to begin rolling my nipples, the added stimulation perfect.

Giving him a glance, I offer a smirk reaching for our poor neglected boyfriend who eagerly moves his right hand finding it’s place over my back, left hand holding his wand on the backrest.

‘’Kiss me.’’ I breathe out watching as the blond like a man possessed raises onto one foot, his lips finding my own with spectacular precision despite our rocking. It’s a clumsy kiss from my part I’ll admit, my focus thorn thanks to the sounds Sebastian is providing, along with his touches and the feel of him.

Ominis with the patience of a saint keeps the kiss going stepping behind me at one point, the burn in my thighs starting to hurt to the point of it being hard to ignore.

‘’I’m not going to last…MC…please…love of my life…’’ Sebastian’s slurred words have us parting ways, as I push the last bit of energy, I have into hardening the pace into the one we both love, Sebastian readjusting us sliding forward and begins to thrust taking most of the strain of me.

‘’Ah Seb…Seb…Seb…’’ I cry my body wanting to curl up desperately, tingles rising everywhere. Along with that it starts to feel hot, so melting hot and suffocating but in the best way possible both my boys’ anchors to keep me tethered to earth in a way, while at the same time absolutely destroying me, as Ominis leans over one hand sliding in between us his touch against my clit electrifying as my mind begins to shut down.

Blindly reaching behind me I successfully hold onto Ominis that is ever so accommodating his front pressing against my damp back, holding me upright as the explosion of the long-awaited orgasm washes over, leaving tingles and sparkles in its wake the serotonin that floods my whole being on another level.

It always is with them.

I smile at the sweet gentle kisses being trailed over my shoulder, the closeness proving the added temperature something I don’t usually mind. I reopen my eyes that have shut automatically, giving a look to Sebastian who lies limp against the couch. He’s in a similar state floating in his world, eyes half closed as he admires from his end thumbs rubbing circles into my thighs the trembles involuntarily as they still run through me.

Looking down a shiver runs down my spine and not only due to Ominis’s ministrations, hands exploratory in the sweetest manner. We’re still connected with Sebastian, the thought still arousing, the clenching involuntary bringing our troublemaker of a boyfriend back to life as he hisses in protest due to oversensitivity.

‘’Oh darling…’’ he begins trying to shift but gets stopped by my hands as I plant them on him pecks, pretty brown eyes gracing me again. I wordlessly lean forward observing him, the roundness of his features, freckles that dot his skin painting galaxies. He’s irresistible, in the simple way he smiles, compliments always at the ready coming from his heart. He is genuine in the way he loves someone – wholeheartedly ready to burn the entire world down if needed.

He doesn’t say anything matching me in my observation’s eyes not straying from my features. He does get distracted once I capture Ominis’ wandless right hand, guiding it upwards moving away enough to give Sebastian a hint of what I want.

Ominis breathing pattern changes as he’s waiting for what’s coming next. He trembles subtly, as Sebastian takes two of Ominis fingers into his mouth and starts to suck on them. The same two fingers that have brought me to my release.

‘’Other girlies can want you all they want. They can continue fluttering their eyes at you, or even lift their skirts…’’ I give him a pointed look as Ominis draws his fingers out, to which I deliver a gentle peck on top of his knuckles, not minding his saliva slick digits as I intertwine our hands enjoying his hug not missing his hardness against my back ‘’…but remember Sebastian…’’ I drawl his name out sensually, running my thumb over his lower lip as I close the distance encompassing his focus onto me ‘’…none of them can have you.’’ I press a peck onto his nose a whine rising from his throat ‘’You’re mine.’’

I pause once more to let my words settle ‘’Y-yours.’’ He ends up speaking without needing any prompts, my tongue darting out to lick my lower lip his eyes not missing it.

‘’Whose?’’

‘’Yours.’’ He repeats sounding surer ‘’Yours MC.’’ At my name being spoken in such a sweet manner I close the distance, keeping the kiss light but meaningful, Sebastian trying to rush it. I’m sure it’s to show his emotions, actions after all speak louder than words. I don’t let him though, biting his lower lip preventing him from taking control.

‘’Mine.’’ I confirm leaning against Ominis that has been silent tonight so far, and beyond calm ‘’And you my beloved…’’ I hum happily attempting to push myself up my legs not cooperating as I remain seated, Sebastian grunting as we’re still connected.

‘’Need a hand, MC?’’ he asks but proceeds to bend down, letting me wrap my arm around his shoulders, his hands secure wand finding its way into my hand as he flawlessly takes a hold and begins lifting me, Sebastian’s cum leaking from me a familiar sensation that I’ve gotten used to ‘’Ah there we go.’’ Confidently Ominis says pleased not at all preoccupied with the fact that he so easily trusted me with his wand.

‘’Hmmm so helpful and eager.’’ I tease dipping my head below his jaw, pressing slow kisses there savouring his clean and unmarked skin ‘’And so strong.’’ I compliment using his own wand to trace it down his other shoulder and arm as he takes a step back, chest getting flushed anew ‘’So tolerant and composed.’’ I continue with the compliments sending a glance behind him watching as the doors to my bedroom opens.

It appeared at the beginning of the year, my train of thoughts leading me to assume it accommodated me because I’ve spent to much time napping and falling asleep on the couch. That somewhat innocent thought proved wrong as I’ve not soon after finally revealed the room to my boyfriends, the bedroom providing another part of usefulness the room obviously knowing something before I was even aware of it myself. Magic is truly wonderful.

I drop my right hand over to my knee prompting him to stretch his fingers out, not cruel in denying my partner his tool of sight as I put his wand back between his fingers the pulses coming immediately back to life ‘’Handsome, handsome Ominis.’’ I sigh dreamily caressing his cheek admiring the constellations of birthmarks on his chest and face blank eyes seemingly looking right back at me ‘’Shall we get more comfortable, beloved? You’ve already proven your strength enough times.’’ I muse my heart fluttering at the smirk he gives memoires quickly playing in mind.

‘’As you wish, my heart.’’ He speaks relaxed proceeding to turn around and walk. I give a glance at a spent Sebastian that looks content half lying on the couch. I give him a come hitter motion sending him a wink, before he disappears from my sight Ominis reaching the bedroom in no time the dimly lit and mostly green and black themed room a perfect ambiance. Clearly not only my influence.

‘’You’ve waited for so long haven’t you.’’ I begin to play even pouting as I cling onto my boyfriend, letting him climb onto the queen-sized bed not bothering with the covers as he lays me in the middle of it manoeuvring himself between my legs. His member barely brushes again me, as he settles down keeping his weight on his elbows body as close to mine as he can, both hands cupping my face my smile instantaneous, as he begins touching and exploring my face his touch utmost gentle.

‘’With the beautiful sounds the two of you kept making, it was entirely worth it.’’ He happily replies, one hand going over the roundness of my cheek, the other letting his fingers trace my lips that remain in a smile.

‘’Did we? I’d rather pin this on Sebastian this evening. He was the singer and star of the show.’’ I spare a glance up at our boyfriend that is making his way closer to the bed, blush covering his cheeks, his member at half hardness.

‘’A poet of pretty sounds.’’ Ominis confirms hands once more cupping my cheeks as he looks towards Sebastian, feeling him more so than seeing him as he’s once more wandless. The faith he puts into the two of us, letting go of his wand so many times being so comfortable too is the testament of his love. It aways gives me the good type of flutters in my stomach.

‘’Divine.’’ I sing happily reaching my hand out, Sebastian gladly accepting it as he less gracefully sits on the bed, Ominis in the meantime preoccupying himself with leaving kisses on my cheek, progressing lower, hips lulling at random. Not enough to reprimand him yet.

‘’You, okay??’’ I softly inquire looking over the brunette that has been on the quieter side, prettily marked up, my handiwork still blooming over his flushed skin.

‘’Divine.’’ He teases and settles the spike of worry as he lies next to us, not touching but merely hoovering close, hands twisting around my own as I hiss in surprise Ominis teeth clamping around my left nipple.

‘’What was that for?’’ I pout at our sightless lover his nimble fingers tracing up and down my heated and flushed shin, the man clearly eager to proceed with things.

‘’Merely self-indulgence, beloved.’’ He quips the smirk not escaping me. With a tender yet firm touch I cup his chin with the pads of my fingers stopping his progression all together capturing his attention the surprise showing on his face.

‘’And who allowed you to be so bold?’’ I state running my thumb over his slightly dry lower lip while Sebastian continues holding my hand, scotching closer to us. ‘’Bertha?’’ my disapproval is evident in the way I say her name.

The look of shook on Ominis face says it all his sputtering wild in contrast to his always composed self, while Sebastian freezes.

‘’Wha…darling…Mc, that’s preposterous! Not to mention highly inappropriate of you to suggest anyone else…specially like this…you know I’m entirely devoted to you…that’s…oh Merlin, how can you…’’ its clear that he’s rushing to get out his stream of thoughts and at the same time trying to process everything.

Pulling my hand away from him he flinches at the abrupt action. I regain his focus and ease his anxiety - which didn’t go past me by the tensing of his body – by cupping the back of his head steadying him, preventing my beloved Ominis to put distance between us as I crush our lips together harder than it’s necessary, even going as far as to bite his lower lip his whines music to my ears. I reserve these sorts of ministrations for Sebastian who is the cheekiest of the two and needs to be ‘disciplined’ the nips only mellow warnings. Which of course he loves and sometimes is all to eager for, bruised lips not an issue.

To my astonishment I’m left encouraged by the way Ominis gives in his control entirely, letting me guide him however I please, not even questioning the way I tilt his head and switch the pace of our kiss. But alas as the kiss picks up, getting heated as I let my tongue dart out to taste him, it takes all of the willpower I can muster to break apart, my hurried breathing matching my lovers. Observing him as I catch my breath, he looks dazed, flushed cheeks always a good look on him the collectiveness he holds himself always under, only broken for us to see.

‘’Don’t act so scandalized, darling.’’ I growl pecking his lips to which I drop back onto the pillow my hands finding themselves on his chest ‘’You’re not yet forgiven.’’ I frown watching as his expression morphs into disorientation ‘’I’m frankly let down by the way you’re portraying yourself beloved Ominis.’’ I tsk in disapproval his head lowering as he frowns ‘’Spewing endless romance in my ear, promising forever and then setting up ‘dates’ and promising help to suddenly relevant female companions.’’

‘’Now now, Mc, you know you are twisting my words. You are well aware I’ve no wish in participation in any…’’

As I hold him at arm’s length, having forced him to sort of hoover over me with strength I didn’t know I’ve had I raise into a sitting position immediately my blood boiling, two fingers finding their way into his mouth, the choking noise un-fazing me as it comes from surprise ‘’Suck my fingers.’’ I instruct cooly his lips wrapping around my two fingers immediately, conflict still written over his expression.

‘’I’m not one for excuses, am I?’’ I ask glancing at Sebastian who with a mere nod understands what I’m implying and is up on his knee’s settling himself behind me, legs landing on either side of my own ‘’And your defiance, even if I know you’ve expressed yourself wrongly is incorrectly placed Ominis.’’ I begin to prod at his tongue that keeps daring over my digit’s ‘’You’ve both in the wrong.’’ I place my free hand onto Sebastian’s thigh and dig my nails into his flesh without putting pressure – yet.

‘’So, given your previous babbling words currently not being your strong suit or thinking…’’ I pause for effect his eyes furrowing as he gives in further hands set over my bent knees warm, expression softening ‘’…let’s put that pretty mouth and tongue to good use hm?’’ pulling my fingers out, Ominis the devil licks his lips but follows blindly – well literally – as I grasp his messy blond hair and guide his head lower, Ominis familiar with this position as he readjust on the bed, finding his way lower on his own. He doesn’t waste time or words, no sassy remark brewing. He just dives in, my breath hitching at the first kitten lick he delivers, my entire body shuddering.

‘’So pretty.’’ Sebastian comments in a low tone, hocking his chin over my shoulder enjoying the sight of our boyfriend between my thighs as much as I am, along with his touches his tongue by now tasting Sebastian’s cum.

‘’He loves it don’t you Omi?’’ I soften in my approach, beginning to brush his hair back the moans he lets out as if being delighted by the taste a massive turn on, the need to have him undone always a desire of mine ‘’Loves the taste of us.’’ I lick over my lips as the blond moans louder in confirmation, Sebastian suddenly rutting against me prompting me to dig my nails deeper.

‘’Ah sorry, Mc, I can’t help it.’’ He literally whines hands that have settled over my biceps, slipping around me as if to hold me still when he’s the one that’s already losing it, leaking anew behind my back, standing hot as he’s practically glued onto me.

‘’You can, and you will.’’ I run my nails till his knee leaving marks behind, my whole-body twitching at the way Ominis twists his tongue, my hands flying to his hair simultaneously as I hold him in place prompting him to double down on his efforts. It has me gasping for air, twitching thanks to the zaps running through me, pleasure buzzing and rising the more relentlessly he pays me attention not even coming up for air.

‘’Ah, ah, ah Omiiiii…’’ I cry out pathetically, heat hitting me tenfold thanks to the slurping noises that arise the absolute filthiness of his actions addicting.

‘’You both look and sound so fucking good.’’ Sebastian compliments keeping still as instructed, choosing to litter kisses over my neck and under my jaw, keeping it civil. I think it’s a form of mercy from his side given Ominis is destroying me, my legs beginning to shake uncontrollably as the need to cum raises, two fingers entering me only raising the stakes higher. The feel of them both surrounding me their scents filling my nose and senses, touches grounding has sanity taking a back seat, the need to have control spilling through my fingers, as they begin to topple my world over.

Unlike usually having free reign to flail as much as I need to, Sebastian holds me firmly against him even hocking his feet over my calves grounding me further leaving me to Ominis to devour. And devour does he, bringing a pleasant but sparkly wave to wash over me, like a cool blanket soothing my shaky limbs that still have a mind of their own even once I’m startled from the brief haze by lips pecking my lips.

Blinking my eyes open I catch as Ominis is directing his attention to a silent Sebastian their lips and tongues locked. In any other situation I’d be happily watching their display the way that our brunette boyfriend licks at Ominis’ chin even. It’s addictive the two of them together, seeing how they fit so well together.

Reaching between us, Ominis breaks away with a hiss of surprise as my fingers wrap around his hot and leaking cock, the pressure I apply a bit mean, but he deserves it, quick to part ways head hung down arms shaky as he holds himself upwards.

‘’Oh. Shame.’’ I tut running my left hand down his lighter skin, marks standing out immediately ‘’But bad boys don’t deserve rewards. Or privileges as such.’’ To make my point I tighten my hold on the base of his manhood, Ominis falling onto his elbows face being buried between my breasts, Sebastian’s arms reaching out to catch our sightless boyfriend, as I begin moving my hand torturously slow over him.

‘’Not ones that flirt with other girls. Give into silly ideas, when up until now they were reclusive.’’ I grab the back of Ominis blond hair bringing his head up, his eyes half open as I hover close ‘’You’re no foolish man beloved. Her intentions aren’t pure.’’ I lean in, to bite onto his lower lip, ignoring the whine that trembles out of his throat ‘’To give so much attention…’’ I sigh deeply as he readjusts his arms on either side of us ‘’You are mine.’’ I glare at him, feeling that with a snap of a finger I could set the world on fire ‘’You’ve been mine the moment your pretty lips touched mine.’’ I let go of his manhood letting my thumb run over his lower lips watching his tongue dart out tasting himself.

‘’You’ve belonged to me since our first meeting in front of the Undercroft.’’ I whisper rising his head watching as his Adams apple bops, my lips kissing first there ‘’Despite your stubbornness and denial you’ve always been meant to be here.’’ I pause as I suck a mark into his neck knowing I can’t hold back forever but am intent on marking both of them more than its necessary ‘’Right here. Between my legs, beloved.’’ I smirk in satisfaction left hand this time taking a hold of him his hips jerking forward causing me to shush him as if he’s a frightened animal.

‘’A proper gentleman raised, pristine and bloody perfect huh?’’ I taunt guiding the head of his dick to my entrance sliding it up and down, loving every sound that comes from both as Sebastian has always been vocal ‘’To think I’d have you be so obedient in my arms, eager to lick away another man’s cum, tasting your own. eagerly so doing anything I wish for. Oh, how scandalous.’’ I laugh watching in delight as a new flush raises over his constellation filled skin, the tremble in his lips adorable.

‘’Absolutely devious.’’ I whisper positioning him at my entrance, pulling him flush against me a gentle nudge oh my hand, getting him going as he begins entering me ‘’Ah there we go.’’ I encourage leaning my head back against Sebastian my muscles singing in relief as I’ve unconsciously held myself taunt this entire time.

‘’Feels good?’’ Sebastian asks politely pressing a kiss to my temple his presence welcomed, even if he’s radiating heat basically.

‘’Meant for me.’’ I sigh happily, finding Sebastian’s hand in the meantime guiding it over to Ominis’ chest where his heart is ‘’Both of you. My boys.’’

Ominis jerks his hips I’m sure involuntary. He’s not used to needing to hold himself back and pay to my whims to much – no let me rephrase that. He has not been on the receiving end of my whims as much.

‘’Yours.’’ Ominis finally finds his voice eyes transfixed onto me as if he can see right through me, his brows twisted as he looks pleadingly but at the same time sorry ‘’Yours Mc. I’m yours. Yours only, okay? We are yours.’’ He rambles rushing his words this time around cupping my cheeks.

I can see he wants to say so much more something plaguing him which is holding him back. That’s why I wrap my legs around his thighs both of us groaning in relief as he sinks deeper, stretching me further as he’s slightly longer than Sebastian our brunette lover girthier in size.

‘’Only mine.’’ I agree letting go of the ‘reigns’ for now, holding onto Sebastian as Ominis begins a rhythm savouring our contact in a sense, rolling his hips in an artful manner. It’s a joke we always fool around with Sebastian at how gracious Ominis is even in bed, taking things to another levels unlike the two of us being clumsy ogres most of the time.

‘’Ahhhhhhh…’’ I mewl as he shifts on his knees changing the angle, the sneaky snake – it’s an affectionate term – changing things up as he stops playing around, his skin hitting against mine firmer. By distracting me the devilish man dives in for a kiss, hungry in his need to gain some control.

The cheekiness of his actions has me giggling even into his display of passion.

‘’Oh, mercy me. That laughter is not as carefree as it sounds.’’ Sebastian taunts his hands finding their way onto my breasts to kneed them readjusting us accordingly to Ominis as he stands on his knees looming over us, a moment of respite enabling me to catch my breath.

‘’You wound me, dove.’’ Ominis declares hands exploring the outside of my legs grasping my knee’s the muscles of my calves.

‘’It would take a lot more effort and intent to wound you, beloved. We all know your words are empty.’’ I grin cockily not even letting out a sound as he grips the back of my knees and raises my legs bending me in half ‘’Hmm, but a man fulfilling his promises…that is something I’ve always valued.’’

He snorts at that a mischievous smirk drawing itself upon his lips ‘’Need to prove and show you, how much I love you.’’ As if to prove his point he thrust all of the sudden, the quickness and roughness catching me of guard, Sebastian’s hold once more capturing me ‘’How much, I appreciate you. How much you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.’’ With each sentence he pulls out and thrust back in, his movements calculated and precise the strength he’s using something new.

‘’Not enough.’’ I muse rising an eyebrow ‘’Given I had to remind you of your place.’’ I bite back Ominis getting serious, the cushions of his slender fingers digging into my flesh. He leans forward bending me further so, the position nothing new but still somewhat challenging as I keep myself composed despite the different type of pressure, he’s putting me under.

‘’My place has been carved into you dove.’’ The innuendo and lightness of his tone has me smirking wildly this man truly making me crazy and always for new different reasons.

Without needing further instructions or permission, Ominis with animalistic strength to call it lightly takes charge, hips fluid and firm as he starts fucking me properly. His pace is unrelenting, remarkable as if he is a musician the tempo not missing a beat or faltering.

Its rather a lot to take in specially after cumming twice already. My thirst for both of my boyfriend is a cup never full but by the gods this is taking everything out of me. For once I’m grateful to be held down as I am because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself otherwise. I give in easily with letting my mouth run free, all kinds of noises spurring both of them on, evident in the way Sebastian has been rutting against me, Ominis pretty lips turning into a cocky smirk if only for a moment.

The wave of a rather thunderous orgasm rumbles to life from 0 to 100 taking my breath away. I go with the current of it thought, trembling convulsing letting it overtake every corner of my brain with the thoughts of my boys, Ominis touches firm and controlled, Sebastian’s kisses and words of praise clouding my mind deliciously so.

I barely feel but feel it nonetheless the way Ominis begins to stumble his confidence and persona of steel giving out as his always controlled expression breaks into one of want, and despair breath escaping him as well as his chest raises and falls quickly. And yet he never stops moving.

My world falls apart in quick progression once fingers come in contact with my throbbing clit the extra touch unexpected that words fail me, as I’m being hurdled over the edge the waves of pleasure not as intense as it seemed to be at first but rather pleasant and long-lasting leaving me disoriented, even with Ominis cumming and lying down on top of me again breathing raged, skin sweaty and warm to the touch.

I try blinking away the fuzziness in my sight, tired arms barely able to raise as I push his hair from his eyes knowing he dislikes the feeling of it. It’s hard to gather my mind at first as I’m startled by Sebastian’s kisses over my jaw, the area feeling ticklish making me twist in his hold the giggles he lets out adoring as he holds the both of us. He’s still a furnace behind me.

‘’I gotta admit…’’ I begin my voice coming out as if I’ve woken from a nap ‘’…you are very comfortable to rest on.’’

‘’Firm and cuddly.’’ Sebastian confirms making me hum as he delivers an obnoxiously loud kiss to my cheek making me grimace but with a smile ‘’What? Don’t tell me you’ve had your full of affection for the day.’’

Looking up right to see him peek at me he spares me a brilliant smile as I admire his features, pretty eyes full of sparks of life in the darkness of the room ‘’I could never have enough of you.’’

Excitedly he leans in meeting me halfway in the chase kiss he initiates, Ominis in the meantime groaning as I move to get more comfortable probably dislodging him enough to protest.

‘’I for one don’t find you that comfortable, Sebastian.’’ Our blonde boyfriend comments having captured our attention. He leans up giving a sweet kiss to my cheek his right hand moving around the side of the bed, prompting Sebastian to move over in search for our boyfriends mysteriously disappeared wand.

‘’Hobwash.’’ I point out even as he separates himself from me, pulling out the mess between my legs not feeling pleasant as my body is lowering in temperature thanks to the seizure of our activities ‘’You love it as much as I do. Cuddling is the best cure for anything and everything. Evidently in you two sleeping together at the dorms so you cannot deny it beloved.’’ I cheerfully announce letting Ominis bring my legs together, expectantly reaching out his hand.

Glancing up it’s as if they’ve telepathically talked as Sebastian comes up with Ominis’ wand, mine appearing in his hand as well to my surprise as I lie against the bed on my own.

‘’Don’t need to fight over me love’s there’s plenty of me to go around.’’ Sebastian cockily fires back, casting a cleaning spell. It not being the same as taking a shower or a bath but its proficient in its nature as it does the job to remove the mess.

‘’Hm I’d be careful about those words.’’ Ominis hums in thought his wand pulsing red, hand landing to rest over my left tight as Sebastian proceeds to clean him as well.

‘’That’s why you got in trouble in the first-place you oaf.’’ I grumble arms that I’ve had outstretched above me against the cool sheets, grasping a pillow which I fling at the brunette, rolling onto my front intent on crawling up the bed.

‘’Oh no you don’t.’’ Sebastian is quick to pounce hands splayed over my back as he pushes me flat onto the bed ‘’No running away sweetheart!’’ boyishly he exclaims ‘’Come Ominis hold her steady.’’ He encourages my curiosity making me turn to an unfazed Ominis who proceeds to move up the bed untucking the covers ‘’Ominis!!!’’

‘’How are you so lively Sebastian, it’s around 4 in the morning.’’ He complains looking towards us incredulously ‘’Merlin’s beard. You’d think after all that happened, you’d take it easier.’’

I agree with him on that, attempting to get up to get under the covers myself but Sebastian has other plans suddenly climbing over me keeping his weight half of me, pressing me into the bed, nonetheless.

‘’I am! I’m preventing our little dove from escaping.’’ He counters quite roughly moving and pushing me towards the centre of the bed once more, successful in the way he pulls the covers from underneath me, settling us down way to eagerly as he plasters himself onto my now right side having flipped me over, Ominis slightly cooler touch finding my left hand first.

‘’I wasn’t going to escape.’’ I whine in defeat turning to him ‘’I was going to settle down too.’’ I give him a look as his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink ‘’You really are trouble, Seb.’’ I sigh sounding defeated but offer a reassuring smile as he relaxes resting his cheek against my shoulder, pressing himself as close as he can comfort a bit on the downside which I’m not really complaining about having gotten used to him hogging up all the space. He is an affectionate man I’ve learned it the hard way.

‘’Not always.’’ He defends himself to which I give a kiss onto the top of his head looking over to Ominis that remains rather civil, the distance he has put between us for my sake. I’ve learned to read his micro expressions.

‘’That is correct. Sometimes Ominis is a fool to.’’ I tease pulling onto his hand, watching as he gasps dramatically giving me a stern look all the while scotching closer.

‘’Such vile name calling Mc. I may be a bit of a knobhead sometimes, but a fool is not a word to describe me with.’’ He’s quick to retort, arm finding its way over Sebastian over me.

‘’A tosser then.’’ Sebastian quips to which I deliver a gentle tap on his head.

‘’A man overtaken with certain emotions that are hard to contain.’’ I narrow my eyes staring at the ceiling of the room, magic having painted it in green and blue shades, gold drawn constellations prettily stretched across the entirety of the ceiling.

‘’Love is dangerous.’’ Sebastian mumbles his agreement having stopped fidgeting.

‘’Brings men to their knees.’’ Ominis adds sighing, tiredness catching up to him.

‘’Brings men to do foolish things.’’ I smile taking my boys in, letting myself feel how warm they are how their holds are protective yet tender ‘’Turns logic into madness.’’ I continue running my hand over Sebastian’s back who is on the verge of sleep, Ominis not faring better as I scratch his scalp just the way he likes ‘’Has innocent gestures be seen through an extreme lens of the green-eyed monster.’’ I sigh to myself peeking at the blooming marks I’ve left all over them, already hearing their complaints in my mind about them in a few hours.

Good. They will serve as a reminder of this night. And remind them that their jealousy even though petty at times and thrown around like tantrums don’t compare to my own emotions. I’ve gone soft tonight compared to what I’d do with a completely sober mind. The buzz of bravery thanks to the fire whiskey had me acting instead of biding time.

But there’s always tomorrow as they say.

And with these two knuckleheads I’m sure they won’t mind a replay.

After all. They are mine. My boys.

Copyright 2023© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

thundermans at war. ( max thunderman x reader )

gif belongs to me

There had been many occasions when Phoebe remarked that your relationship with her twin made her feel like your time was not split equally. If you were talking to Cherry and Phoebe, Max appeared, and the two of you would leave to spend time together, and even in school, you and Max were glued to each other until Phoebe had to force you both to let go of each other hands, so you weren't late for class.

You had liked Max for a while and were surprised when he approached you at your locker one afternoon and asked you out on a date, not wanting his sister to know yet. So you kept things quiet until Phoebe discovered you had cancelled plans with her and Cherry to spend time with Max, and by then, you knew it was no longer a crush and in fact, reciprocated love that was worth the year-long wait.

Lately, however, you began to realize just how much time you have missed spending with your best friends, who hadn't asked you to go shopping with them, knowing what the answer would be. And you felt guilty for forgetting that you were Phoebe's friend first and her twin's girlfriend second. But you were determined to fix your strained friendships.

One evening while baking in the kitchen while Phoebe chose a movie in the living room, Max came downstairs, surprised to see you but pleased as well. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming over." He rested his arms on the countertop, sending you a smile. "Why don't we ditch the geeks and -"

"It's movie night." You told him, placing cookies on a plate. "Girls only."

"Yeah, Max." Phoebe appeared, crossing her arms. "Girls only."

You handed him a cookie, kissing his cheek before following Phoebe and Cherry to the sofa, smiling as you listened to your blonde friend talk excitedly about the movie she had recommended.

You thought you were doing the right thing, accepting every invitation to hang out with your friends, trying to gain lost time. However, you realize that it only pushed someone else away. And as you watched anxiously as Max and Phoebe argued about how selfish the other was, you knew you had to choose. The boy you had a crush on from the moment he said hello, or the girl you had bonded with instantly, quirks and all.

"What is your problem, Max?"

"You keep stealing my girlfriend!"

"No, you keep stealing, my friend!"

The two got closer as they argued while Cherry stood awkwardly at the side, glancing between the twins who, while had never been overly friendly, had never argued like this before. And you were the cause.

Not knowing what else to do, you screamed to get their attention, and the room went silent. You looked at the twins with teary eyes, "Stop! Just stop fighting!"

"She started it!" Max gestured to Phoebe, who had told him to leave after interrupting the slumber party.

"No, you did!"

You shook your head, "I can't take it anymore." You turned to quickly gather your things, placing them into your bag haphazardly and heading to the door as the twins followed.

"Woah, woah, woah." Max caught up to you, inserting himself between you and the door, blocking your exit. "Tell her that you want to hang out with me. She'll have to deal with it."

You shook your head, "I tried to spend time with you both but it seems that every time I try, you end up fighting, and I can't do it anymore. I can't -" You swallowed the lump in your throat as you met his gaze, which showed he was starting to understand what was happening. "I can't be your girlfriend anymore."

"You're breaking up with me?"

"I'm sorry." You looked over your shoulder at Phoebe, who stood frozen in shock, realizing you weren't only breaking up with her brother but ending your friendship. "I care about you both so much, and I can't watch you fight like this. So, I'm getting rid of the problem."

Max was floored, making your escape swift until he followed you outside. "Wait! Wait, hold on!" He gently grabbed your arm, and you turned to look at your boyfriend of eight months, who braced the pouring rain in his pajamas, his eyes desperately seeking answers in yours. "You want us to stop fighting? We'll stop fighting! There problem solved -"

"No, it isn't, Max." You felt the rain washing away your tears as you stepped forward to place a hand on his cheek, kissing him tenderly for a moment before moving away. "I'm really sorry." Your voice cracked as you turned and walked away.

Phoebe stared at the door until her brother returned minutes later, rain dripping down his hair, his clothes soaked from the rain, and his downcast expression told her all she needed to know. Max walked towards the steps of his lair, and Phoebe stepped forward, calling out, "Max, I'm -" The sound of his door slamming quickly made her fall silent, and Phoebe no longer felt in the slumber party mood.

At school the following week, Cherry continued to speak to you when she was alone and passed on messages from Phoebe, who was starting to see how much Max cared about you. She was dubious about his intentions initially, not wanting you to get hurt, but Max truly cared about you, and she could see that it was her all along that refused to accept your relationship. And she knew she had to fix it because she preferred annoying Max to Max, who did nothing but sulk, and she missed your excellent advice that had gotten her out of more situations than you knew.

Phoebe knew she had to mend your relationship with Max, who hadn't said anything all week. And she needed Cherry's help to do it.

You entered Wong's and scanned the crowd, looking for your blonde friend who waved excitedly at you from her booth. You smiled as you walked over, sighing as you took a seat. "Hey, Cherry."

Anyone could see that this past week was taking its toll on you. Trying to keep your distance from Max when he looked your way or when Phoebe would relay messages through Cherry, who knew how much you missed the twins, was hard. But you would endure it if it meant the siblings returned to their old ways instead of looking like they wanted to freeze or blast each other with fire.

"Hey, give me a second, and I'll get us some menus." She left the booth, and you were confused as two menus were on the table.

"Uh, Cher, there is -" You paused when Max swiftly took her seat.

You looked at Cherry, who sent you an apologetic look, "Sorry, Y/N." She walked away while you looked at Max, joining Phoebe in another booth.

"We need to talk." Before you could speak, he continued, "You were right." You lowered your gaze to the table as he spoke. "We were only thinking of ourselves and not considering your feelings. I shouldn't have taken over your time with your friends, and Phoebe shouldn't have been jealous that you were visiting the house to see me, not her. I get it - we get it." You met his gaze when he leaned his arms on the table. "So, can we just forget the past week never happened and -"

"I can't." You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking away the tears in your eyes.

"Why not?" Max gestured with his hands, sitting back.

"Because no matter what happens, I'll always feel guilty for spending time with Phoebe o-or spending time with you. Max, I've waited to be your girlfriend for so long, but I would never have met you if I hadn't met Phoebe. And all I did was get between you."

"You didn't get between us. We argued anyway."

The corner of your lips curves upwards, but you quickly hide it. "I know. I heard it." You sighed when he looked defeated. "That's not the point, and you know it."

"Then tell me what I have to do."

"Max -"

"I love you." He declared, silencing you as he held your gaze. "And I haven't felt like this about anyone else. I know I never will. I just - I know it."

You glanced away when a tear fell down your cheek, "I love you too."

He reached for your hand, and you looked at your joined hands for a moment before meeting his pleading gaze. "So let's try again. And Phoebe will have to deal with the fact that you like my company more."

You knew from the smirk growing on his lips that he was trying to lighten the mood and shook your head, unable to hold back a giggle at the mischief in his eyes. "I never said that."

He would have dramatically placed a hand over his chest in mock offense but was determined to start again. "Can we try? I swear that I won't interrupt your girls' nights."

"And I won't make you feel guilty if you have plans with Max." Phoebe appeared with Cherry, who observed anxiously.

You looked at your friends and then at Max, who relaxed a little when he saw your lips form a smile. You nodded, "Okay."

"Yay!" Cherry grinned when Phoebe hugged you, and you closed your eyes, smiling as you looked over your shoulder at Max, who brought you into his arms.

Phoebe rolled her eyes, although the smile on her lips was so broad that the corner of her eyes was crinkled. Max kissed your forehead when you wrapped your arms around his waist. You gently swatted his chest when he grinned at his sister victoriously over his shoulder.

"Do you want to come over and watch a movie?" The twins invited you at the same time.

You raised an eyebrow when they glanced at each other. "That sounds lovely." You said. "A quartet."

Max looked at Phoebe, both grimacing at the thought of spending time together. He looked down at you, and a smile grew on his lips. "Yeah, it does."

"I have so much I have to tell you!" Phoebe stood on your left while Max walked alongside your right side, his arm around you while the group left Wongs.

"No one cares." Max coughed into his hand, and you nudged him with your elbow, smiling as the two began to bicker as they used to with no powers involved.

You listened to them bicker over the movie you planned to watch later. Max favored a horror movie, wiggling his eyebrows when he mentioned you being scared and needing comfort. Phoebe favored a romantic movie instead, and you placed your arms around their shoulders with a smile.

"I have time for both."

Phoebe smiled as she and Cherry walked beside you and Max, close enough to be part of a group yet enough distance that you and Max could whisper without them overhearing.

You smiled when he kissed your cheek, turning your head to meet his lips and placing a hand on his cheek as he smiled.

"Yeah, the kissing will take getting used to," Phoebe said.

"That won't take long." Max leaned down to kiss you again, and you giggled against his lips, knowing he was trying to upset his sister.

He pouted when you pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a grin when you whispered in his ear. "Later."

He placed an arm around your shoulders, and you held his hand that dangled off your shoulder, leaning into him as you walked. You knew that this time around, it would all work out. You could feel it.

[kurooo-is-here]

how would the BB members react to a very socially anxious reader having a sensory overload at the cafeteria date 🫠

Oh man, sensory overloads are not fun 🥹 I relate to having anxiety as well. Also, I added Kieran in here too since I wasn't sure if you meant just the Elite Four or not.

I wrote this as if they're all seperately talking to reader, so I hope you don't mind that! These can all be interpreted as platonic or romantic :)

Drayton:

He doesn't notice right away, so you have to tug his sleeve to get his attention. You're faintly trembling from trying to hold back your emotions, and one look at your face has him instantly concerned. He asks in a hushed voice if you're okay, but you just shake your head.

He takes his jacket and drapes it over you to help you feel safer, then casually excuses himself from the table as he walks you out of the cafeteria. Someone asks where he's going, and he just replies "Not now, man." and walks off.

Drayton leads you to your dorm room so you can unwind easier. Once you're inside, you breathe a small sigh of relief and curl up in your bed. He sits down beside you, putting an arm around you.

"Rough day, huh?"

You nod and explain to him quietly that you were having a sensory overload-- the noise and people were just.. too much.

Drayton lets out a small sigh. "Oh man, I'm sorry about that, Y/N. The cafeteria date was my idea."

He lets you calm down for a bit, keeping you company the whole time. When you're feeling better and ready to go, he lets you choose where your next "date" should be, and makes sure to clear the area out ahead of time so there's no distractions or interruptions.

Lacey:

She notices almost right away, and has to convince her gal friends and admirers to leave her alone so she can check on you.

If anyone refuses to leave though... She might have to pull out her Granbull to scare them off. When that's taken care of, she walks with you to a quiet corner of the school.

"Gah- sorry for making such a scene, Y/N! Wait, never mind that- are you alright? You look awfully stressed!" Lacey's worried sick, she's never seen you so anxious before.

You explain to her that you were having a sensory overload, and she immediately understands. She invited you to stay in her dorm room with her Granbull, then runs out to grab something.

You spend some time laying on Granbull's tummy-- it's surprisingly soft!

When Lacey gets back, she's brought your lunches, plus some extra drinks and snacks. She also brought your headphones from your dorm room, which you gladly put on.

The two of you eat lunch in her room instead of the cafeteria from that day forward. Lacey comments that she actually prefers this over the cafeteria, since her other friends are usually way too noisy anyways.

Crispin:

He's at a loss for words when he sees you shut down mentally and stop talking. He always knew you were a quiet person, but he's never seen you like this before.

Crispin immediately asks you what's wrong, but when you don't reply, he's REALLY worried. He's kind of confused about what to do... until he notices you're covering your ears. Putting two and two together, he rushes you out of the cafeteria, away from all the noise.

"Y/N, oh my god-- I'm so sorry! You're outta there now, can you tell me what's wrong?"

You have to explain it to him a few times, but he eventually understands that you're just not good with social situations and loud noises. He lets you know he's gonna make sure you have all the quiet time you need from now on!! Even if that's not quite what you meant- but goddamnit he's gonna try his hardest to make you feel better!

Amarys:

As the autism-coded girl she is, she understands your discomfort immediately and swiftly escorts you to a quieter and more secluded area.

"Don't worry Y/N, I completely relate to your feelings. I will make sure you feel better." She says, giving you a small smile.

You get to borrow her noise-cancelling headphones if you need them, and she lets you watch videos on your phone while you eat your lunch in the quiet spot. She's quiet and attentive the whole time, what a girlboss.

Amarys ends up calling total dibs on this spot from now on. No one else is allowed to mess with that area, and she reserves it specifically for you.

Kieran:

He's all too familiar with anxiety.. He basically ditches the cafeteria altogether and follows you to your dorm room, glaring at anyone who tries to bother you on your way there.

When you're settled in your room, Kieran listens to you as you talk about your feelings, nodding and holding your hand for comfort the entire time. He shares his own experiences too, and says he's glad to finally know someone who understands what it's like.

"I get how you feel with all of that... I'm just glad you're okay now, you looked really stressed back there."

When he realizes you're still hungry, he goes out and buys food for both of you and brings it back to your dorm room. You share a quiet meal with him, and you also get to show him some videos on your phone-- he's basically glued to the screen.

On another note, Kieran doesn't like sharing your company with others. He prefers to hang out with you and ONLY you. So when you decide to hang out with him, he basically reserves all of his time for you and no one else. Literally cancels plans with other people if he has to.

[abbyromanoff]

hi i have a request if you’re able to write it :) how about g!p nat x reader where they’re avengers of course and they’re really close, they have this friends with benefit type thing so they have sex all the time, they’re both secretly in love with each other but are too scared to say anything, reader starts feeling sick and stuff so she takes a pregnancy test and is pregnant and is scared to tell nat but she does and nat is like really happy and they confess their love for each other smut and fluff :)

Not just friends

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Carol x reader

Summary: you and Nat are fwb but are both in love with one another. When you both have an argument that stops you from seeing one another you try to move on only to find out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of vomiting (again? Damn why are all my stories including vomit), smut, fluff, angst, unprotected sex, hand jobs, fingering, cunilingus, jealousy, swearing, kissing, think that’s all

Word count: 3,586 (went a little overboard)

No one is allowed to steal my work, copyright it, or reblog as your own!!

Both of you laid there in bed panting out of breath, you had just finished multiple rounds of sex and were tired as hell. You wanted to lay there in Nat’s arms forever but you knew you couldn’t. Standing up you grabbed some of your clothes and went to leave the room, not giving Nat a second glance. You knew if you looked back at her you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from going into her arms once again, it was just a friends with benefits deal, nothing more. Nat sighed as you walked out, she didn’t want you to leave, not now not ever. She wanted to fall asleep holding you and wake up to your face every morning. She wanted more than your agreement but she also knew you probably wouldn’t want anything more than a good fuck. She went to bed that night dreaming of being with you, kissing you, even having a family with you. But for now she just has to stick to her imagination.

The next morning she went into the buildings large gym only to see you in the middle of a set. She came up behind you and watched for a few moments until you stopped to look at her.

“What are you looking at?” You asked with a small smile on your face. Even when she did nothing she always somehow put a grin to your face.

“Just was thinking about you, decided to come over here and see you. Hey I was thinking, maybe tonight we could have a little bit of fun? I know you might still be sore but i just can’t get enough of you.” She says as she pulls you into her by your hips. You sigh knowing you have to reject the offer, as much as you’d love to you know if this keeps going on you’ll only fall harder and harder.

“I can’t tonight Nat, I have a..date.” You whispered the last part, fearing her reaction.

“A date? With who?” She asks as she thinks of all the people it could be. You have been spending a lot of time with Wanda, but no not her. Maybe Maria? You’ve always been good friends with her. Before she could guess you were already answering her.

“With Carol. She asked me out so I said yes. Thought it might be nice to finally get out there you know?” You said as you stared at the ground, a nervous habit of yours. Nat felt like her heart was breaking into two, the person she loves going out with a teammate?

“What so you’re choosing her over me?” She says the words before she could stop herself.

“What do you mean Nat? Can you really not go one night without putting your dick in me?” You huff out, you don’t mean to be so aggressive but it’s pissing you off how Nat thinks she can just play with your feelings like this.

“It’s not about the sex it’s about the fact that you’re choosing someone you barely know over me! Carol just wants to get in your pants like everyone else!” Nat yells in frustration.

“What so you’re calling me a whore now is that is? If I’m so much of a whore why’d you even agree to have meaningless sex with me anyways? So you could fulfill your needs? Well guess what, I’m done, you can cancel this friends with benefits shit because it’s over.” You walked out of the room slamming the door on your way. Nat didn’t mean for you to take it that way, of course you’re not a whore, you’re so much more than that. She took out her frustration and anger on the punching bag and left after two hours, knuckles bleeding and bruised. When it was dinner time she went to the main room only to see you in a beautiful red dress, the one she helped you pick out a while back. She stared at you with a loving gaze but you ignored it, still mad at her for earlier. Nat watched as her ‘friend’ stood up and linked arms with you, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you both left the room with smiles on your faces. Nat wanted to call out to you and stop you from going, but she knew she didn’t deserve you. Carol would probably be better for you anyways. She tried her best not to think too much about you that night, but she couldn’t help but think of your date with Carol. What if she was kissing you right now, or touching you. She hated the thought of someone else touching you, especially someone like Carol. Ones who slept around with multiple woman and left them on the side of the street after a good fuck. Her thoughts broke as she heard laughter down the hall, laughter she could recognize as your own. Peaking her head out of the door she looked to your room only to see you and Carol making out, her hands all over you and pushing you into your room. She went back to her bed before you could see her. That night she balled her eyes out realizing that she lost you.

It’s been two weeks and four days since you last saw Nat, she was sent onto a mission the day after your date with Carol. As much as you liked the blonde woman you knew your feelings for Nat would always be stronger. Every-time you’d kiss her the redhead was in your mind, and when she fucked you all you could think about was the other woman. Carol knew this too, she’d act like she didn’t but she saw the way your head shot up whenever Nat was mentioned. If she’s being completely honest the main reason she was still seeing you was to get over her break up with Valkyrie. The two woman loved each other dearly but it was hard with everything going on, so they took a break. Even when they still loved one another it was too difficult to work. So when she heard that you were single she took her shot. You were an attractive person and had a great personality, so why not go out with you. These more recent days Carol has been taking care of you because you weren’t feeling well. In the mornings you were puking, you couldn’t eat certain foods as they made you nauseous and you were more tired than usual. You knew these were all signs of pregnancy but you refused to believe it, you were on birth control for a reason. You were terrified of having a child. It’s not that you didn’t like them but you’re only 23 years old and an avenger. If you did have the kid you’d most likely be too busy with work and wouldn’t be able to care for them properly. On day two of being sick you gave in and took multiple pregnancy tests. You sat anxiously on your bed, checking the timer every few seconds to see how much longer you had. You prayed it would be negative, what would you tell Nat or Carol, ‘Hey carol by the way I’m pregnant oh and Nat it’s yours!’ Yeah, that wouldn’t go well. After what felt like hours the timer went off and you finally stood up. Taking slow steps to the bathroom you prepared for the worst, flipping over the tests and looking at the two stripes. Tears rolled down your face as you held you head in your hands. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, you weren’t meant to get pregnant after breaking it off with the mother. Your girlfriend entered the room, seeing you not in bed she looked into the bathroom finding you crying over the sink. She tried to calm you down by holding you but it only caused more tears. She was confused on what caused this until she saw the tests. Letting out a small ‘oh’ she realized why you were so upset.

“I’m so sorry Carol, this wasn’t supposed to happen I promise.” You said as best as you could, hiccuping through the sentence.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” After a long pause she asked, “is it Nat’s?” You nodding was the only response she needed.

“You still love her don’t you?”

“What? No-of course not!” You replied to her question. As hard as you tried to lie she could tell that wasn’t the truth.

“It’s okay Y/N, I understand. If I’m being completely honest I’m still in love with Valkyrie. And as much as I loved our time together we both love other people. I’m still always going to be here for you but as a friend. Now why don’t you go get your girl.” She finished with a smile, urging you to go after Nat and fight for her back. You agreed and thanked her, hugging her goodbye and running to Nat’s room, even if she wasn’t there you’d wait for her for as long as you’d need too. When you heard the door handle wiggling after an hour of waiting you sat up straight, preparing for her to yell at you just like you deserved. When Nat entered the room to find you sitting there she was shocked to say the least, but remembering what happened she kept up a hard stance.

“What are you doing here?” She asked after an awkward moment of just staring at one another.

“I needed to talk to you.” You answered honestly.

“Would your girlfriend be happy with us talking?” She wanted to make you feel bad, she wanted you to feel the pain she felt.

“Nat please stop.” You begged. You don’t want to start an argument, you just wanted to get her back and apologize for all you did. She stood there staring at you waiting for you to continue. When you didn’t she decided to speak up instead,

“I think it’s best if you lea-“ “I’m pregnant!” You rushed out before thinking about your words. Realizing what you said you put your hand over your mouth and looked anywhere but her gaze.

“You’re-you’re what?” “I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” You repeated as tears came back into your eyes.

“Are you sure I mean-“ being cut off once again you spoke in a slightly harsher tone. “Yes I’m sure! I took several tests and they were all positive. You can even ask Carol, she was there too.” Scoffing at the blondes name she went to the bathroom and opened the bottom cabinets. When she came up empty handed for whatever it was she was searching for she stood up and grabbed her keys heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked in a panicked voice. You had a feeling she wouldn’t take the news well but you didn’t think she’d leave.

“I’m going to the store to buy a pregnancy test for you. Stay here for now.” She said without looking at you. You stopped her hand from enclosing on the door and stuffed your own hand in your pocket searching for the item. Pulling out three blue and white strips you handed them to Nat, proving that you weren’t lying and that you are in fact carrying her child. She stared at the test for what felt like hours trying to process it. She put the sticks down and wrapped her arms around you, engulfing you in a large hug. You both let out all of your emotions and cried into one another, feeling the relief of finally getting to be with one another again. She leaned back and stared at your lips, trying to get approval to kiss you. When you gave her a nod she leaned in and was about to connect her lips with yours when she stopped. You looked at her confused until she muttered out ‘Carol’, you knew what she was thinking and tried to reassure her,

“Don’t worry, we broke up. We both loved other people and realized it was best just to stay friends.” Once you finished speaking she leaned down to kiss you, this time not stopping. She held your face with one hand as the other held your hip. Once you finally broke apart you rested your foreheads together, it was something she used to tell you she loved you. She pulled you back into her as she kissed down your neck, leaving little bite marks to prove you’re hers. You brought her face back up to kiss her once again as she used her hands to roam your body, taking off your shirt in the process. You both quickly undressed each other until you only had your panties on while she was left with only her boxers. Nat was slowly walking you to her bed, pushing you down onto it softly as she laid above you. She stared at you with love in her eyes and you reciprocated, staring at her body like she was a goddess. You traced over little cuts and bruises that marked her body from the mission making her slightly wince. You let out a small apology but continued to stare at them with worry. She lifted your chin up so your eyes met her own,

“I’m okay now, it’s just a few little injuries but I’ll be fine okay? No need to worry your pretty little head about it.” You blushed from her choosing of words and left the topic but made a mental note to take care of those later. She continued her work on your body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites from your neck to pelvis bone. She could feel your wet lips through your panties as she traced her fingers over it. You moaned in response to her teasing and begged her to continue.

“Please Tasha! Just fuck me already!”

“You’re going to have to beg better than that baby.” If you knew anything about Nat it would be that she is the biggest tease in bed, always wanting to make you beg for what she gave you. You let out an irritated groan while she chuckled and continued her tracing of your underwear. You knew she could go on for hours if you didn’t give in so you gave her what she wanted,

“Please I’m begging you Nat, I need you to fuck me! Just lick me up please.” You said with clear desperation in your voice. Nat finally gave in and moved your underwear to the side, giving a long lick up your folds moaning as your juices hit her tastebuds. Her hand trails up to your chest where they’re met with your hard nipples. She pinches the buds between her fingers as her other joins her tongue on your pussy. Using her fingers to prod at your entrance she slowly enters you with two and lets you adjust to the feeling. Once she gets your nod of approval she starts to slowly go in and out of you while sucking your clit, giving you the most amount of pleasure you’ve felt in weeks. Your moans grew as did her pace, she removed her mouth from your clit to give you a sloppy kiss. Her tongue prodded at your lips asking to enter, you could taste yourself as she made out with you. She soon replaced your mouth with your tits, sucking and playing with them. Her fingers only grew faster each and every second, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Nat! I’m gonna-gonna” you couldn’t finish your sentence as it became too hard to speak. Nat could tell you were close with how you were clenching around her. She removed your nipple from her mouth to speak, leaving a small trail of spit between the two.

“Come on baby, cum for me. Make a mess all over my fingers.” Her words triggered your orgasm, you let out a small scream as you finished around her fingers. Letting you ride out your high she slowed down her pace until you calmed down. Removing her fingers you let out a small wince at the loss of contact but soon felt them prodding open your mouth. You sucked off your juices as she watched in amazement. Once you let go of her hand she immediately sat you down on her lap. She still was yet to remove her boxers and you could see a little bit of wetness from the tip of her cock that was leaking pre-cum. You pulled of her boxers and threw them to the side with the rest of your clothes. You grabbed her cock with your hands and slowly jerked her off.

“Fuck I missed this cock so much. Missed it ruining my pussy, missed it in my mouth and hands.” You said in a low breath, still stroking her painfully hard cock. She whimpered into your neck as your warm hands only brought her closer to the edge. You could see the way she shook and was quick to replace your hand with you pussy. Lining up your entrance with her dick you lowered yourself onto her, feeling that same pleasure you longed for. Once you both adjusted she set her hands on your hips to try and control your movements.

“Uh uh Natty, let me be in charge tonight, you deserve it.” She nodded and let you choose your pace. Moans and whimpers left her mouth as you slowly rode her, trying to bask in as much pleasure as possible.

“Fuck! You feel so good around me Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you.” Her sweet words were able to bring a smile to your face. Both of you could feel your highs getting closer as you went faster on her dick.

“детка, я кончу (baby, gonna cum)” She yelled, you loved when she spoke Russian. She has mentioned before that when she was feeling so much pleasure in bed she often spoke in a different language. She always thought it was weird but you loved it, hearing her speak with that accent just turned you on so much.

“Shit! Fill me up sweetheart, wanna feel your cum inside of me.” Saying this only turned her on more, she loved the thought of filling you up and watching her cum leak out of you. Thinking about it now it’s not much of a surprise that you ended up pregnant.

“Don’t worry I will. I’ll fill you up with so much fucking cum that you’ll end up having twins. God I can’t wait to see this stomach grow all round with my babies, these tits full of milk.” She emphasized her words with a hand on your stomach and a squeeze to your breasts. Not long after you felt her cum spill into you making you squirt all over her stomach. Once you both calmed down you looked at her face only to see a large grin covering it.

“What?” “Nothing. Just that I made you squirt.” She said feeling confident in herself. You looked down to see that she was in fact telling the truth.

“Crap, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” You rushed out multiple apologies to which she only shushed you and assured you that it was okay, and that she in fact loved it. You both sat in a comfortable silence until you broke it,

“I’m sorry Nat.” “For squirting? I already told you baby it’s fine-“ you don’t let her finish before you’re interrupting her sentence. Trying to make it clear how sorry you really are.

“No, about everything. I only went out with Carol because I thought you just wanted sex and I wanted more than that. So I tried to move on from you, distancing myself and being with her. But whenever I’d kiss her or sleep with her all I pictured was you. I love you so much and I understand if you can’t forgive me but I just needed you to know how sorry I am.” You said, hoping she’ll be able to forgive you.

“Oh Y/N. I understand, I was a complete idiot and thought you were the one who only wanted sex. I was a jerk in the gym to you and I shouldn’t have insisted that you’re a whore because I promise you you’re not. You’re so much more than that and I guess I thought you deserved better than me so I didn’t run after you when you went out with Carol. Instead I was a coward and ran from my problems, I asked Fury to put me on a mission and I left. I guess I just couldn’t bare seeing you with Carol knowing that I could’ve stopped it. I’m so sorry.” Both of you were spilling out apologies to one another at this point. You both knew that it wasn’t only the other in the wrong but themselves too. That night you tended to her wounds and she led you into her bed, this time not just for sex. This time it was so she could hold you and kiss you goodnight. She kissed your stomach as a way of talking to the baby and held you in her arms, fearing that if she let go it would all just be a dream. When she woke up to see your beautiful face she knew it wasn’t just a dream, this was her life now. And she wouldn’t want it any other way.

[sandinthemachine]

König Workout HC

@itsagrimm and I were having a lot of fun the other day talking about gym König and this is the result, it definitely got away from me. Probably gonna turn it into a drabble or two at some point

When He's Alone

The gym is definitely a safe space for him. He's had to work out pretty intensely as long as he's been in the military, so the pain and pushing his body is second nature to him. He puts on his heaviest metal playlist and immediately enters his own little world

Find him headbanging and bouncing his leg between sets

When he's really into it he'll even make very quiet humming and growling sounds deep in his throat as he's rocking out. He doesn't notice. Do Not Point It Out, he would never recover from the embarrassment

Man does not spend much money on himself, but he DID invest in really nice noise-canceling earbuds that play the bass tones in his music perfectly

Going off of that point, it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to get his attention once he's into the workout. He's taller than everyone else so he can already completely miss people way shorter than him, add that to the fact that he cannot hear anything with the earbuds in, he is barely aware he is in public anymore. You basically have to physically run into him or he will NOT notice you

He can huff a little when his weights get really heavy, but he doesn't tend to grunt or make many sounds

He gets really hyped and energetic, always pushing himself to lift just a little more and do just one more rep. He absolutely LOVES the burn when his body is protesting and enjoys the soreness after almost as much, it's a reminder of what his body can do and he's intensely proud of that

He never asks people to spot him, if he chooses a weight too heavy he just suffers in silence, usually he's stubborn enough to push through it though

Absolutely TERRIBLE at cooling down and stretching afterwards, when he's done he's done and just wants to move to the next thing. He always tells himself he'll stretch at home and then immediately forgets

When You Work Out Together

When you first start getting close the two of you can't STAND working out together. He likes being a lone wolf and doing his own thing while ignoring everything around him, so he's a bit grumpy at first, and then he tries to be supportive of you but turns into more of a drill sergeant, stressing you out even more than when he'd ignore you

But as you two get closer you decide to try again

And this time it's much better

You realize that everyone gives you plenty of space, even the annoying gym bros give you a wide berth and you get to use any machines or weights you want no matter how busy the gym is. You love it.

He's still very intense, but he's gotten better at being supportive about it.

He spots you and encourages you to add just a little more weight or do just one more rep, even if you're telling him you can't he's arguing right back, stubborn as all hell until you try again and

You do it

And he gets REALLY excited

He might even yell out in the middle of the gym

"Yes! I knew you could do it!" "That's MY girl/guy/partner/friend/etc!"

He isn't usually very verbal but you get all the praise every time you push yourself, he gets very bouncy and keeps smiling at you saying how proud he is

When you take breaks he's making sure you're drinking water and checking if you need anything else, he has a horde of all kinds of workout snacks and makes sure to always bring your favorites

And when you're between sets you get to spot him

You usually don't have to do much work but he makes you do it anyway. He secretly likes watching you eye his muscles or touch them as they flex, he worked his ass off for them and loves when you admire them.

On cardio days you assume the two of you can go for a run or maybe a bike ride together, only to find out he's one of those batshit insane people who loves suicide runs. He convinces you to join him once. Never again. You're happy to watch, though. Even if it terrifies you just a little, especially when he gives you a big toothy smile after every lap even as he gets flushed bright red and struggles to breathe.

He is definitely one of those people that gets even more energy after working out, you'll be walking on jelly legs and he'll be all !!! "Let's go for a hike!" but when you're too tired he's just as happy to go for a drive around town getting all the best food (his appetite is IMMENSE esp. after a hard workout), and while he's on that post-workout adrenaline he's almost a different person, bouncing on his heels and getting really excited at everything, grinning at you and getting you to grin and laugh back until both of your cheeks are sore

After you've both showered you like to sit on the couch together doing your own thing, maybe put a movie on in the background. He tends to still have a lot of energy, stimming and tapping his leg with his hands or bouncing in his seat, very content and happy

Eventually, EVENTUALLY, he'll settle down and crash on the couch, sometimes with his head in your lap, sometimes with you climbing into his

When you both wake up sore he'll be grinning at you all over again, hiding his chuckles behind his hand

[undercovergamer]

✨A Bookworm’s Vengance✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

banner giving off “graphic design is my passion” vibes /ref LMAOOO (I couldn’t find better images to combine and I don’t wanna use fan art, so-)

After spending enough time with Alhaitham for him to become comfortable with hugs, Itto decided that some playful mischief was in order. (Oh how the turns will table…)

Note: This is a silly scenario I made up with a friend. She loves Alhaitham and I love Itto, so we kinda just put them in the same room to see what would happen. Basically Itto is in Sumeru because lazy writing and he’s staying with Alhaitham and Kaveh until he returns to Inazuma, also because lazy writing. We don’t need logic in silly fics like this, right?

Word count: 2682

Ah, a quiet afternoon. A perfect time for some peaceful reading. That’s what the acting grand sage Alhaitham thought anyway. He was off the clock, just minding his own business, enjoying some much needed solitude. With his noise cancelling headphones switched on, there was nothing that could disturb his peace… or so he thought.

Entirely consumed by his reading, he was about to finish the last chapter. He was stood in front of a bookshelf in preparation to put the book away and choose a different one to read. After a few more minutes, he closed the book and placed it in the shelf. While trying to decide what to read, he felt a sudden shift in the room’s vibes. He didn’t think much of it until he suddenly got jumpscared by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind.

Ambushed? In his own home? Who would even DARE to-… wait a minute. Looking down and switching his headphones off, he quickly recognized the culprit. The one and oni, Arataki Itto. Had the scribe not looked down and seen his arms, he would’ve instinctively fought him in self defense.

“Hahaha! I got you good, didn’t I?” The oni’s joyful laughter was hard not to recognize.

“Itto, what’s gotten into you?!” Alhaitham was quite annoyed.

“What?? Can’t I give my favorite scribe a hug?” Itto replied, hugging his grumpy friend close.

“You scared me.” Alhaitham sighed, having just calmed down from the sudden ambush.

“Haha, sorry bro. Just feeling silly. What are you doing?” Itto looked over the scribe’s shoulder in curiosity.

“I’m trying to read. You’re disturbing my peace and quiet.”

“Ugh, but reading is sooo boring! Don’t you wanna do something else? Let’s hang out!”

“No thanks. I’d prefer to just read in peace. Alone.” Alhaitham wanted Itto to leave, but he didn’t seem to have understood.

“Oh come on, you haven’t even picked a book yet! You can read later! I’m bored.” Itto rocked back and forth impatiently.

“That’s too bad. I’m sure you can find another way to entertain yourself. Now, please stop moving like that, I can’t read.”

“Read what? You don’t even have a book yet…” Itto huffed and stood still as commanded. Alhaitham was somehow already focused on finding something to read. But then that silly oni decided some playful mischief was in order.

“Itto, let me go. I’m trying to think.” Alhaitham said in his usual monotone voice.

“Suuuure, I’ll let go. Lemme just-” Itto tightened the hug, lifting Alhaitham into a strong bear-hug while laughing happily.

“Ack- put me down!” Alhaitham struggled to break free while trying maintain Itto’s balance. They’d both get hurt if he fell.

“Come on! Can’t you smile a bit? I can help you!” Itto grinned and put him down, but kept hugging him for the funny.

“What are you talking ab-?!” Haitham choked on his words, interrupted by a …sudden urge to laugh? What?

“Are you ticklish? C’mon! Smile! Hehe.” Itto had started tickling him while holding him in place with the mighty hug. To both of their surprise, Alhaitham had been caught so off-guard he couldn’t hold back his deep laughter for more than a few seconds. The moment he burst into laughter, Itto couldn’t help but laugh along with him with a bright smile.

“Aw, I didn’t know the acting grand sage was so ticklish! Hahaha! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Itto playfully teased him for the funny, tickling him silly.

“Ahahahahaha!! Itto wh- hahahahah!! W-What are you dohohoing?!” Alhaitham protested and tried to break free, but Itto’s cursed nails tickled so bad he couldn’t focus properly. Even though this oni was incredibly irritating right now, hurting him was out of the question. That’d be an unforgivable crime.

“What’s the issue? I’m just helping you loosen up! You’re always so tense.” Itto replied innocently, switching spots and playfully scribbling all over the scribe’s abs, which actually earned him a surprised squeak. “Hehehe, I heard that! Do it again!” Itto said playfully, tickling the man’s tum.

“Lehehehet gohohohoho! AhahahahAHAHAHAH!!” Alhaitham began bucking and squirming more, trying very hard to break free from Itto’s clutches. But no matter where he squirmed to, the oni would follow. That and he felt embarrassed that he had just made such a high pitched noise.

“Hehe, you need to smile more!” Itto started to playfully tickle and poke at his ribs and sides, making the scribe arch his back and laugh louder before bending forward, trying to protect himself with his arms.

“Sh-shut uhuhup! AhahahAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Unfortunately, Alhaitham was somehow unable to squirm away to safety, since Itto kept following his movements the whole time. Why the heck did it tickle so bad?!

“Aha! A weak spot! Hehehe. Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto was loving it! Seeing the usually grumpy scribe laughing out loud was certainly rare. The oni thought it was hilarious, but he stopped tickling after a few more seconds. After all, Alhaitham did say “stop.” Itto hugged him real tight again before letting go, giggling to himself.

“You good, bro? You alright?” Itto patted Alhaitham on the back while he caught his breath.

“I’m… I’m fine.” He replied, composing himself. He hadn’t been tickled in such a long time that he had completely forgotten he was ticklish. It was quite embarrassing.

“You know, you’ve got a pretty nice laugh! You should laugh more often, to be honest.” Itto said, poking Alhaitham in the side, making him jolt away. Itto giggled at his reaction but received a rather angry looking glare in response.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Alhaitham said angrily.

“W-What do you mean? I thought we were having fun, I was just playing!” Itto got kinda nervous, seeing how serious Alhaitham looked. “I-I didn’t know you’d get so upset..”

“Did you really think I’d to let you get away with disturbing my peace like that? Hm. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Alhaitham cracked his knuckles and stepped closer. Itto took a few steps back in fear.

“W-Wait, wait! Chill! I-I was just playing! Uh-” Itto tried to think of how to calm the situation down, until he made eye contact with the scribe. He wasn’t nearly as angry as he thought.

“I’ll get you for that.” Alhaitham said with a mischievous smirk, rolling his shoulders in preparation.

“Uh, um, y-you’ll have to catch me first!” Itto exclaimed, quickly dashing out of the room. Alhaitham chuckled softly to himself before chasing after him. Perhaps this would be a more entertaining way to spend his time.

The chase just lead them to the living room, with Itto running around the furniture to keep distance between himself and the scribe, but also trying not to knock anything over.

“Haha! You can’t get me!” He taunted, playfully poking his tongue out.

“Tch, how childish. Just you wait, oni.” Alhaitham replied, unaware of his own smile.

The playful chase continued like this until Haitham managed to grab Itto’s arm, quickly pulling him closer. The two then wrestled until the oni had gotten himself pinned to the floor, laughing happily at their game. He never thought Alhaitham could be so playful!

“Predictable. You put up quite the fight, though. It’s a real shame you couldn’t win.” The scribe said, looking smug.. sort of.

“What?! I’m still winning! I just- uh… I-I’m not giving up yet!” Itto replied, stubborn as ever, giggling and struggling to escape.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you go if you surrender and apologize.” Alhaitham said with a stern glare.

“Pfft- What? No way man! Why do I have to apologize? I haven’t do anything wrong!” Itto protested with a cheeky smile, trying to push his opponent away.

“Really? Attitude in your position?” Alhaitham rolled his eyes… “Sounds like you need some convincing.” …before quickly poking Itto’s sides, making him jolt and snicker.

“W-Wait! Pfft-“ Itto covered his mouth in an attempt not to laugh.

“Apologize.” Alhaitham poked his ribs.

“Pff-! N-Never!”

“Suit yourself, oni.” Suddenly, his fingers quickly began spider-tickling Itto’s ribs and sides, immediately sending the oni into a fit of loud, boisterous laughter.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Thahahat’s nohoho fahahahahair!!” Itto whined, laughing and squirming around.

“Oh, you wanna talk about fairness now, huh? The way I see it, this is fair game after you held me in place earlier. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Alhaitham replied calmly while trying to prevent Itto from grabbing his wrists.

“C’mohohohon!! Thihihis ihiHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!! Aha-hahahaha!! Ahahat leheast y-you could s-stahahaHAHAHAND!!” Itto couldn’t do much to defend himself. Every time he managed to push those tickling hands away, they’d break free and come back in mere seconds. The scribe was relentless! He was trying to figure out which areas would grant the biggest reactions. This was a punishment, but it was almost obvious Itto was having lots of fun. Tickling him like this was very effective, but it could be worse, right?

“EEK!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto suddenly started laughing louder as Alhaitham began switching spots, tickling from his ribs to his tummy.

“Tickle tickle.” Alhaitham said with a slight smirk, now tickling all over Itto’s abs and tum to check his reactions. “AhahahahAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT!!”

“Oh? What was that?” He noticed how Itto’s laughter would rise in pitch every time a specific area was brushed over.

“N-Nohohothihihing!!” Itto tried to control himself, hoping the scribe wouldn’t notice.

“Hmm…” Based on the gathered information, Haitham made a guess and began tickling right below Itto’s ribcage.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA!! WahahAHAHAIT!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEhere!!” Vibrating fingers into that area made the oni throw his head back and laugh uncontrollably, so the scribe decided to linger there for a while.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NahahahAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, cackling and kicking uncontrollably, trying to block the sensations with his arms… which didn’t work.

“Hm. Who would’ve thought the almighty crimson oni would be so easily taken down by mere wiggling fingers?” Alhaitham bullied him calmly.

“NAHAHAHA-!! SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Itto could hardly believe it. How dare he say such a thing? To the one and oni nontheless?

“But it’s clearly true, is it not?”

“Shuhuhut ihihit!! AHAHAHA!! Thihihis is nohoHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Itto protested, getting a little frustrated being unable to protect himself properly.

“That’s too bad. Do you want mercy?” Alhaitham asked, quickly tickling up and down Itto’s sides and waist before he could defend.

“EEK! Y-YehehEHEHEHES!! AAHAHAHAHAHA!! Stahahahahap!!” Itto squirmed and wiggled, trying very hard to protect his sides.

Alhaitham stopped tickling for a moment so Itto could breathe.

“Ready to apologize yet, tough guy?” he asked after letting Itto calm down.

“Ehehe..! N-Nuh uh..! Haha..!” He wasn’t going down that easily.

“You really shouldn’t be so stubborn in your position.” Alhaitham said with a glare.

“Haha! Ehehe… is that all you got?” Itto replied, with a smug grin.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes in response. “Seriously?”

“I’m not giving up! I never lose! Because I’m the one and ohOHONIHIHEHEHE!! Wahahahait!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Suit yourself, then.” Alhaitham replied, tickling Itto in random areas to keep him on his toes, and to experiment so he’d surrender.

He couldn’t help but notice a specific reaction Itto would have every time his sides got tickled; he would press his arms against them like his life depended on it whenever Alhaitham tickled upwards, which was quite suspicious. So the scribe moved the tickling elsewhere to distract him and make him move his arms, which worked quite well. Itto managed to grab Alhaitham’s wrists and push them away, but he was too tired to retaliate.

“Hahahaha..! W-What now, huh?” Itto said through his giggles.

“You’ve fallen right into my trap.”

“H-Huh..?”

Alhaitham freed his hands and quickly shoved them into Itto’s armpits, earning a loud shriek as his arms instantly shot to his sides, pressing hard to defend.

“Oh? That was surprisingly high pitched.” Alhaitham remarked, keeping his hands still. Maybe he should’ve switched his headphones on first…

“Sh-Shuhuhut it! Quiet! Pfft-” Itto tried to contain himself, which wasn’t easy with two hands right in his death spots. Squirming couldn’t do anything to save him!

“Feeling ready to apologize yet? Or should I tickle it out of you?” Alhaitham couldn’t help but smile, realizing how goofy the whole situation was. It was ridiculous, even.

“P-Plehehehease! A-Anywhere but thehehehehere!!” Itto couldn’t stand the anticipation, but he wasn’t about to admit that.

“Hm. Must be a pretty bad spot if it’s got you laughing and begging this much already.”

“Sh-Shut your m-m-*mpfft-* I-I d-dohon’t behehEHEG- GWAHAHAHA!!”

Alhaitham wiggled his hands to see what would happen, which immediately sent Itto into hysterical cackling, thrashing and wild kicking. His laughter even rose an octave. “Oops.” It certainly seemed as if Itto was incredibly ticklish there.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!! EEK! STAHAHAHAP!!” He squeezed his eyes shut in hysteria.

“Last chance, Itto. Apologize, or else this’ll get much worse.” Alhaitham threatened.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! EHEHAHAHAHA!! I- EEK! EhehHAHAHA!!”

“Apologize.” Alhaitham slowed down so Itto would have an easier time speaking through his laughter.

“EHEHEHE!! Ahaha!! I’m- pfft I’M SOHORREHEHEHEHE!! I’M SORRY!!” Itto squealed, wiggling and kicking his legs in desperation.

“For?” Alhaitham squeezed with his hands a few times to deal the final blow, making the oni arch his back and scream.

“HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quite a rare sight indeed. He was very loud, though…

“For what?” Alhaitham finally stopped the ticklish torment so Itto could calm down and catch his breath. His face was flushed red from laughing so much, gasping for air through his giggles.

“Ahahahah…! Hehehe…! Phew…!”

Alhaitham waited a moment before asking “Well?”

“I-I’m sorry for- hehe.. for ambushing you…! A-And… huff… and tickling you..! Ehehehe…”

“Hmm. You’ve had enough. I suppose I can forgive you this time. Please wait here for a moment.” Alhaitham said, pulling his hands out and getting up to leave the room for a bit. Itto was still giggling and recovering on the floor, slowly sitting up and wiping away his tears of mirth. Alhaitham quickly came back with a glass of water.

“Here. Drink up. You must be exhausted after all that...” He said with a concerned expression, handing the glass to Itto.

“Aha.. thanks bro!” Itto replied with a smile before drinking the water. He finished it rather quickly, accidentally swallowing too hard, but he didn’t say anything about that. Alhaitham reached his hand out to Itto and helped him up, feeling a bit worried.

“Are you alright? Although you kind of deserved that, I… I didn’t go too far, did I?” Alhaitham said, concerned.

“Huh? … Oh! Uh, nah, don’t worry about it. I’m a-ok!” Itto replied, smiling brightly. He recovered surprisingly quickly.

“Really? How-… I-… How? Surely getting tickled like that would’ve caused distress...” Alhaitham couldn’t believe it. How was this man “a-ok” after all that laughter? Where’s the logic in that?

“Hahaha! Not for me, at least! Somehow..? Huh, you have a point actually. Guess I’m just built different!” Itto replied, shrugging. “I am a bit tired, though, haha…”

Alhaitham just looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“Besides, I trust you, y’know. I knew you’d let me live, hahahaha! Plus, we had fun, didn’t we? I saw you smiling! Haha!” Itto said, giving the scribe a nudge.

“Wait, you thought that was fun?!” Alhaitham was shocked.

“Ha! See? I knew you had fun too! Didn’t deny it, did ya? Heheh.”

Alhaitham put his hand in his face and shook his head, chuckling to himself. “You are truly ridiculous.” he said.

Itto laughed at that remark. “Who knew such a stern bookworm like you could be so silly, eh? Hahahaha!” he said, delivering a light punch to his bro’s arm.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes and went back to his office, but was stopped by another “ambush,” except it was expected this time. Itto quickly hugged him tight from behind again, but without tickling. Then he let go when asked to so Alhaitham could read in peace.

They did, in fact, have quite a lot of fun. Alhaitham even felt relaxed, but he’d never admit that. Itto ended up taking a nap to recharge, so in the end peace and quiet was truly achieved. Surely he’ll think twice before trying such mischief again, right? Oni time will tell, hehe…

[desceros]

Hello! :333 i hope everything is going well for you! And i hope you had a great day so farr! i'm a great fan of your writing work and i always read your work over more than 3 times! X3 and my favorite fanfiction is the symphony one! I check your tumblr every morning when i wake up to see if there are any updates regarding the fanfic. Sadly, we didn't see much of the Symphony book and i was wondering if it was on hold or canceled ? Best of luck and love you so muchhhh 💜💜💜💜💜🔥🔥🔥

so i actually have had an extremely busy february with what i've been writing! there were a lot of time-sensitive things that needed to be worked on, like birthday gifts for my friends, a valentine's event i signed up for, and a march event i'm promoting. i even posted a roadmap so people could see what i was planning on working on, and what dates things would drop.

as a person with a full-time job, a physical limitation with a bad wrist that limits how much i can do, and limited time i can work on things, that just means that things that aren't time sensitive (like symphony) get pushed down the list to work on a little.

...i'm going to be honest and tell you that this ask ruffled my feathers a bit. since the last symphony update (which, let me point out, has accumulated 217k words in a little over 100 days and is not the only thing i work on), i have posted three fics, written a fourth that will go up in a couple days, and am currently working on a fifth. this is in addition to all of the work i need to do to keep my house, pay my bills, and the time i take to spend with my friends and family.

i write fanfiction for fun. because i love it. and i'm so, so sorry if the project that i'm working on isn't the one that you want to see, but it's what i want to be working on right now. i made commitments, and i stick to them. it hasn't even been a month since i last updated symphony, so asking me if it's "canceled" or "put on hold" comes across as you pestering for an update, and i take a lot of issue with that. it's very rude, and i don't appreciate feeling rushed.

that said, i like to assume good intentions from people. normally, if someone nags me for an update, i block them because that's toxicity i don't tolerate in my community. in this case, i'm going to choose to believe that you didn't mean for that to be the message that came across, that you're earnestly asking after something you love, and i'll just tell you that no, the fic is not canceled or put on hold by any means. i'm super glad you're enjoying it because i really love it too, and the next chapter will come when i have time to work on it! just... next time consider tweaking your phrasing so that it doesn't come across as nagging.