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[frauleindermorgen]

fermat's principle

thani mastery drabble. no spoilers just spell meta :^)

Micaiah had learned to write the ancient tongue long before she could practice the common scrawl. The old priestess who raised her made Micaiah write three hundred lines a day in between gathering herbs for poultices, cleaning the cottage, and whatever other chores inevitably came up: it was the lines, written over and over, imitating that twisting and strange script that never changed.

[ヒカリヨ　ホトバシリ

ワガミチヲ　ハバミシモノヲウテ]

It must have been around the tenth time they’d had to rearrange the space where Micaiah kept her growing collection of sheaves of paper filled to the brim with those lines that the old woman brought out the tome for the first time.

Micaiah had stopped writing when her mentor had dropped the book in front of her unceremoniously where it fell to a page that had what Micaiah could just make it out were common shopping ingredients written out awkwardly in the ancient tongue.

“Well, go on then,” she’d said when Micaiah had just stared open-mouthed, frozen with quill in hand, at the intrusion, “it’s best to write what you know. And I should think you know those lines by now.”

“This is magic!” Micaiah reasoned, a little helplessly. “Your magic tome. I can’t just take it –”

“You can,” the old woman had said, the flint in her voice something Micaiah had only heard a handful of times before, “and you will if you want to continue in your endeavors. Magic is just as much a tool as anything else you’ve learned here so it’s best you treat it as such. Discipline is not what you lack, child; have courage.”

Micaiah picked up the tome carefully, and thought the warmth there a remnant of all the times her mentor must have held it, used it to call forth light in a way Micaiah could still only marvel at.

“You’ve written a lot more here than what you’ve taught me so far,” she murmured, carefully not mentioning the odd selection of ingredients toward the top of the page as she picked up her quill again and began the familiar, near meditative process.

The old woman just laughed. “The words will come to you. In our magic it is the intent that matters, and more than that: how we shape it, when you are as old as I am some shapes simply aren’t what’s needed any more.”

Micaiah nodded. Our magic, repeated in her head; it was the first time she had ever thought of Thani as something of her own.

*

She hadn’t understood then, really; had only just grasped it when she managed to conjure light a few weeks before the old woman’s passing; but in that moment as the ball of light in her hands refracted off the pitcher of water on the table before sputtering out, she thought about the fluidity of the spell.

The words might change, the intent did not.

"The light of life! Shine a ray upon my path and... strike my enemy!”

(Later a man of learning - of numbers though, not of magical formulae, would tell her that light always takes the shortest path to its destination. He understood best of all.)

When she had first met up with Sothe again Thani and her Farsight had been the only thing she had to give to Daein, and she had been terrified. How could she possibly support Sothe who needed the most precise timing, and the element of surprise to best use his skills when she was so, so showy?

She prayed to the goddess then. Funny, they’d just started to call her miraculous then but she’d never really felt a religious connection - but to help them take back their homeland, she would do anything.

Standing up against three Begnion knights on horseback Micaiah sees Sothe nod at her, and she remembers her mentor’s words: have courage. She nods back. 

The light she summons then is a pillar, breaking through armor and cleaving man from horse; it is a shining emblem that carves a path for Sothe to finish the job.

It is a miracle.

And Micaiah believes.

[sunkissed-zegras]

Hihii I absolutely love the manager series and I was wondering if you could do something where manager has a bad day and the team cheers them up?

You don't have to but it's just a thought

─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | manager has been stressed out so paige and kk cheer her up!

─ word count | 665 (im sorry it's so short)

─ warnings | stressing out, paige and kk being absolute menaces, uhhh mention of bigbacks..............

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YOU SAT ON the bed, flat on your stomach as you scroll on TikTok. The entire team was out and you finally had some time for yourself.

You usually enjoyed away-games ─ the bus rides, the free food (most of the time), the hotels. However, this time it felt more stressful than usual. As you mindlessly scrolled through TikTok, the events of the past few days replayed in your mind. The pressure of the upcoming game, coupled with the tensions within the team, weighed heavily on your shoulders.

You sighed, setting your phone aside for a moment as you put your face into the sheets. The weight of responsibility as the team's manager felt heavier than usual today. You wanted nothing more than to see the team succeed, but lately, it felt like every obstacle was stacked against you.

The pressure was on, and you felt it weighing heavily on your shoulders. The team looked to you for guidance and support, and while you did your best to provide it, there were moments when doubt crept in. Had you made the right calls? Could you have done more to prepare them?

You were too keep in thought to hear the hotel room door until you heard KK's voice. "Gyatt,"

"Oh my gosh, shut the fuck up." Paige laughed as she rolled her eyes at KK's immature comment.

You turned around to face them, then sigh heavily and turn back to your phone on the bed. Nika came in a few moments later, exhaustion evident in her expression as she took a seat next to you on the bed.

You glanced up briefly as Nika joined you on the bed, offering her a small smile before returning your attention to your phone. Despite the presence of your teammates, you couldn't shake off the weight of your thoughts and the heaviness in your mood was noticeable.

Paige's and KK's laughter seemed distant as you continued to scroll through TikTok, the videos failing to lift your mood. Nika's arrival only added to the heavy atmosphere, her tired demeanor mirroring your own.

"Y/N, you good?" Nika asked as she glanced down at you, her glasses on the bridge of her nose slightly sliding down.

You nodded thankfully, a small smile on your face. "Yeah, just tired."

Nika nodded with understanding as she turned her attention back to her phone, the two of you tuning out Paige and KK. Your stressed-out mood didn't go unnoticed by the duo as they exchanged glances.

"Are you hungry?" Paige speaks as she glances at you. You look up at her with a confused expression, turning around so that you were sitting on your back. Before you could protest, Paige continued. "You look hungry. Wanna go get food?"

"Like what?" You mumbled as you looked back at Paige.

Paige scoffed as she glared at you. "Doesn't matter, just get up and let's go get food."

"I'm not in the mood, Paige." You gave her a stern look before picking your phone back up.

Paige was not having it though, she grabbed your arm and forcefully got you up causing KK to burst out laughing at her attempt. "Jeez, you're strong." You just kept glaring kept glaring at her.

"I'll even pay bro, just get up." Paige persisted, her tone firm yet laced with concern.

Reluctantly, you let out a sigh, feeling the weight of Paige's grip on your arm. "Fine, fine," you relented, giving her a small nod.

Paige and KK gave her each other a smile as you grabbed your bag, waving Nika goodbye as you left the room.

"So you're paying for me too, right Paige?" KK asked with a smile as Paige glared at her, causing you to laugh. KK then shot you a glare, "Why are you laughing, big-back?"

"Big-back?!" You repeated in disbelief as Paige bursted out laughing, KK joining in a moment later. "I hate you guys."

"Do you really?" KK asked with a grin on her face.

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08:23am | lee chan

SYNOPSIS. in which chan is late to dance practice. PAIRING. lee chan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, idol au WARNINGS. terms of endearment (babe), just the members (specifically jeonghan) playfully teasing their beloved maknae WORD COUNT. 665

requested by 🧋anon:  So I read the reactions for the lipstick mark and can't help but ask if you could expand on dino walking into practice completely oblivious about the marks in his face? Like a drabble of sorts?  It's totally cool if you can't but I really like that idea <33

notes: poor dino. you can read the lipstick reactions here

“Babe, wake up! I slept through the alarm, oh gosh...”

You slowly peek an eye open, catching sight of your boyfriend scrambling to find a shirt in your shared closet. Once he emerges out of the closet, he grabs his phone from the bedside table, eyes widening to the amount of texts and missed calls from his members.

“They’re gonna kill me for being late,” Then he turns towards you with hopeful eyes, but you can see the evident panic in his face. “How do I look? Somewhat presentable, at least?”

You roll your eyes, running your hand through his recently dyed strands and letting your eyes scan over his face. “You always look presentable. Now go before your members feast on you.”

“Okay, but if I don’t come back𑁋”

“You prefer to be buried than cremated, got it.”

Chan just grins and places a quick kiss to your lips. “Knew I could count on you. Love you!” Then he grabs his jacket and hat and races out of the bedroom before you can respond, and it only takes a few seconds before your hear the front door open and shut, and you are met with complete silence.

However you can only smirk, if only your boyfriend knew what he was getting into.

The hallways of the HYBE building feel empty when Chan enters inside and makes his way towards the dance practice room. He can already hear the thumping bass and faint laughter coming from inside, a sign that rehearsal had started. He's still half-asleep and knocked out for some time in the car, but his mind focuses on the impending scolding he'll receive for being late.

As he goes through the various security precautions to open the door, he takes in a deep breath and steps inside.

“Everyone! I’m sorry for being late!” He bows his body downwards to convey his apologies for a few seconds before standing back up with his utmost determined face. “I promise it won’t happen again!”

When he stands back up, however, he’s met with every single pair of eyes from his members on him, all with looks of shock, surprise, and there’s freakin’ Seungkwan on the side trying to hold in his laughter that Chan couldn’t help but glare towards. What happened? Did he read the room wrong? Is he lucid dreaming? Why are they all staring at him as if he’s grown a second head?

“Hey, Lee Dino, you’ve got...” Seungkwan motions to his own face in circles, face scrunching to prevent himself from laughing. But it only takes a minute before he bursts out into giggles with Seokmin and Soonyoung following right afterwards.

Chan’s brows only furrow in confusion. “Huh?”

Mingyu then comes up behind him and encourages him to the front of the practice room and towards the mirror. And when Chan finally takes the first view of himself for the day𑁋since he basically rushed out of your shared place𑁋his eyes widen to the sight to the many kiss marks planted on his face: from his cheeks, to his forehead, and even one to the tip of his nose. How in the world did he miss something like this?

“Seems like someone made their mark on you,” Jeonghan coos teasingly, poking at Chan’s cheek with a finger. “and I wonder who it could be.”

“Hmm, it was Y/N, right? When we asked if you were dating them you didn’t exactly give us a direct answer𑁋” Soonyoung starts.

“Okay, okay,” Chan waves away his other members, feeling the embarrassment crawl up his face. He was probably as red as the lipstick at this point. “I... rushed out of my place this morning and... didn’t notice this.” 

The room erupts into laughter, and Chan can't help but join in, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess I should have checked myself in the mirror before coming here.”

Vernon nudges him on the side. “You’re in deep, dude,” to which Chan just shakes his head defeatedly. 

You know what? Maybe he is. He is in deep and does not want to leave anytime soon.

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[geekforhorror]

anakin humping your ass in bed, just straight up dry humping.

can’t get enough

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dry humping, dom!anakin, sub!reader, praising, degradation, dirty talk, pet names, etc.

word count: 665

a/n: this is more of a blurb than a fic lmao

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If you knew teasing Anakin would result in him getting sexually frustrated and have him pressing his erected cock onto your clothed ass while still in his own clothes as well, you would’ve done it a lot sooner.

“Fuck sweetheart, feels so good…” he grunts, now grinding harder on your ass, allowing you to be filled with even more pleasure. Your aching hole was so desperate for his actual cock to be inside you, but you weren’t one to complain, especially when he’s making you feel so good without being submerged in your wet folds.

The tip of his clothed cock teased the most sensitive nerve which practically had you moaning, wanting more. You felt the wet spot expand in your now drenched panties and you weren’t even ashamed. You weren’t even ashamed at the fact that you were getting off to him dry humping your ass, but you knew you weren’t the only one who was satisfied with it.

“Faster, Ani,” you say, now moaning with every breath.

He does as you demand and starts humping you at an even faster pace, his hips not faltering as he does so. His hands find their way to your waist to provide support while he was manhandling you with only his hard on.

“Please fucking use me,” you beg, too far gone to care what escaped your lips.

“My girl wants me to use her, huh?” he rhetorically asks. You nod frantically at his question, earning a shit eating grin from him. You try to move your hand towards his waist to guide him further into the crotch of your pants, but he’s quick to stop you. “Needy little whores don’t get treated like this, sweetheart,” he tuts.

“S-Sorry Ani,” you plead, not wanting this to be over so soon.

“You sure about that?” he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes, ‘M so sorry. Please don’t stop,” you beg.

He takes a second to decide whether or not he would continue pleasing you like you pathetically desired. The need to see you beg for the bare minimum outweighed any other reasons.

Without a warning, he starts to thrust deeper into your needy little hole again, causing you to let out a moan. Just as expected.

“Such a fucking slut for my cock and I’m not even inside you,” he grunts, still mercilessly pounding into you even if there was a barrier between what he wanted the most. He pauses his actions for a second before he opens your legs even wider in order to reach every nerve-ending through your thin dress pants. He then continues his movements at the same tempo with his hips now hitting against your thighs as you glide your ass on his erection. He can’t help but let out a breathy moan at the contact. He knew you knew what you were doing. You felt drunk on him and the sensations that filled your needy little body.

“So close, Ani. I need t-to cum,” you say in a whiny tone.

“Maker, you’re so hot,” he pants.

He bumps his dick underneath your hole, making you get closer to your inevitable climax. He knows your body so well to the point where he doesn’t even need to see your pussy to know what makes you feel good. All of a sudden, his pace and thrusts become sloppy and that’s when you know he’s close. The thought of him getting off to this only makes you more turned on, resulting in you rutting against him and reaching your orgasm. He feels your pants become damp and he can’t get it out of his filthy head, therefore making him reach his climax. He feels his mess flood his boxers before coming down from his high. He lays down next to you and presses his lips on your neck.

“That was…fucking… amazing, angel,” he says in between each kiss.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you say with a smile.

[watermelonlovershigh]

can you plz write something where reader squirts alot during sex with harry. maybe its their first time having sex together and it surprises him and maybe she tries to apologize but he isn't having that and tells her to not apologize about something like that. thank you.

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A Really Wet Mess (SMUT) /blurb/

AN: so i've never personally squirted so i have no clue how accurate this may be but i hope you enjoy it. please make sure to leave your feedback. thank you!!!

This story contains: sex, female receiving oral, squirting during sex

{ boyfriendrry - softrry - any harry era of your choice }

word count: 665

As you're having sex, you realize you should have warned Harry you're a squirter because you get him and everything around you soaked.

Right about now is when you're starting to regret not mentioning to Harry that well, you're a squirter. See, you're having sex for the first time in your relationship. You've been dating for about three months and tonight just kind of felt like the perfect moment to finally have sex.

It starts off with with some light making out which then turned to heavy making out. Then that turned into Harry dragging you up to his bedroom where he yanked your pants off, consensually of course, and had begun to eat you out for the first time. And damn was he good at it.

Harry knew exactly what to do with his tongue. Flicking your swollen clit back and forth, up and down. To creating a suction over your clit with his mouth. After about five minutes, you moan out, "Finger, please Harry, add some fingers." You weren't one who craved having your g-spot stimulated to come because you mostly came clitorally anyways but it did add to the sensations.

Without removing his mouth from your pussy, he carefully begins to insert not one but two fingers. You gasp at how thick they are. Then Harry starts to curl them upwards which in turn massages your g-spot perfectly. After this, it only takes a minute more for you to orgasm. But you don't just orgasm, you fucking squirt everywhere.

Clear fluids gush around Harry's fingers as well as fill his mouth. Not to mention soaking his bedding. At first you thought he might get upset because you didn't have time to warn him you were gonna squirt, it just kind of happened. But after coaxing you through your orgasm, he pulls away and mutters, "Fuckin' hell y/n, that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

Now Harry has been with one or two other women who were squirters but typically they could only squirt one time during one session of foreplay or sex. So when he finally inserts his cock into your soaked cunt, he's in disbelief when not even five thrusts in you start to squirt again. You're not coming per say and the squirting isn't as much as the first time, but little by little small gushes of liquid gush around his cock.

All you could think about was how sorry you were that you've ruined Harry's duvet and sheets. Well and also the great amount of pleasure you're in. When you come close to actually coming again, this time you warn out, "Har... Harry, think I'm gonna come. And squirt, I'm sorry."

If Harry wasn't on the cusp of his own orgasm, he would have stopped you as soon as you said sorry. But he lets it slide for now and begins to thrust harder while bringing his fingers down to rub over your clit. As soon as he starts stimulating your clitors, you come again. You were just that sensitive at the moment. And as you come you can't stop the amount of liquid gushing from your pussy. It just keeps coming and coming.

Once you've both came and are laying there side by side, out of breath and in a post orgasm haze, Harry heaves out, "Y/n, hey, don't ever, and I mean ever apologize for getting me so, wet. I'd rather have super wet and messy sex than dry sex. Plus it was hot. And I feel honored to make you get that soaked."

You tiredly giggle and reply, "Guess you're right. But I feel like I should have warned you that I'm a squirter. So you could have laid some towels down or something."

"Nope," Harry retorts, "I wouldn't have it any other way. You were perfect tonight." He then leans forward, wrapping your naked body around his equally naked body and kisses you gently on the lips. You nearly melt into his bed. God how did you score the most sexiest, funny, bright, caring, thoughtful, boyfriend? You don't know but you'd rather not ask questions.

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hiii!! you are literally blessing tumblr rn with your trevor fics omg... anyways!! i was wondering if i could request a trevor spengler x fem!reader in which reader comes in with a ghost issue and the ghostbusters have to help her and almost immediately trevor wants to impress her with his "skills"... i think that would be super cute!! just her explaining the situation with the ghost and trevor is trying to act all cool and collected.. i hope that makes sense!!! thank you so much!

awe thank you!! glad to be serving you guys ; and yeah ofc ! only thing is I only write gn readers so I apologize for that, but I don't think I referenced pronouns or anything referring to gender at all so 👍 ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy

TREVOR SPENGLER ; impression

summary ; Trevor trying to win you over with his "skills" and knowledge of being a ghostbuster

warnings ; language

word count ; 665

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"It's in the kitchen" You say, leaning against the door as you close it behind Trevor and Phoebe. Callie and Gary look to the kids, silently asking if they could do it on their own.

The pair nod, letting the adults sit on the stairs in front of the door. You lead the teens into the kitchen, showing them Slimer, eating everything out of your fridge.

"Fourth time this month. It stayed long enough for me to able to call" You inform quietly, watching Trevor beside you nod, Phoebe looking on with a bit of disgust and confusion. "He's a nice little guy, but I can't afford it in this economy"

"Yeah, we can take care of that for you," the boy replies, a quiet tone shaping his words so as not to scare the ghoulish creature raiding your fridge. He looks over at you, clearly a look in his eyes like he wanted to impress you for some reason.

Phoebe rolls her eyes and grabs a trap off the side of her proton pack, handing it to Trevor. "Go on, impress them"

"I'm not-" Trevor quickly speaks, then sighs, "Whatever"

He quietly sets up the trap, avoiding Slimer, now sitting on the floor, infecting the floorboards with its green goop. He stands back, crouched down in the doorway, foot on the lever of the trap. The proton thrower rests in his arms, finger on the trigger as he tries to lure Slimer toward the trap, hidden behind the doorway.

Unfortunately, the plan didn't work how Trevor wanted, now covered in green slime.

"Shit" He mumbles, wiping the goo off of his face.

You chuckle with a little smile, looking to Phoebe who gave you that "make him stop" look.

"Sorry, uh.." Trevor awkwardly says, gathering the trap to hand it back to Phoebe. "That obviously didn't go how it was intended"

"It was still impressive, I've never seen someone with so much patience try to do this before" You say, purposefully trying to boost his ego.

He smiles, "Yeah, uh, well... I'll clean all this up for you." He wipes some more slime off of himself, trying to move it to the floor for easier cleaning. "Uh, where's your mop?"

You point to a closet in the hallway, leading him to the cleaning supplies. Phoebe pulls you away, telling Trevor that you needed to speak with Callie and Gary for a moment.

"You've got an impressive son out there, ma'am," you say with a smile, quickly catching focus of her kind and comforting presence. "He's a real gem"

"Oh, yeah" She smiles, "He's a special one. Kind boy, I swear"

Phoebe looks at her mom with the same look. "Are you trying to wingman for Trevor?"

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"This is the power level indicator, and that's the intensification button, to like, up the anti, yknow?" Trevor explains, showing you how the proton thrower worked, trying to find any sense of interest in your eyes.

Luckily, your facial expression showed that clearly, as you were actually paying attention to him and the explanation of how his gear worked. You nod in response to him, trying to think of a question to ask to not make things weird.

"So, like, what do protons do? Like, to ghosts?"

"Oh!" He smiles, thanking whatever force was out there that you asked a question he could answer. "Basically-"

"Basically, he wants to go on a date with you" Phoebe quickly buts in, walking past with a smug smile for Trevor.

He quickly looks back to you, eyes widened. "Uh, don't listen to her!"

"I mean, I'd like that," you shrugged. "I'm impressed. That's what you wanted, right? I'll go out with you"

He blinks a few times, trying to make sure he'd heard you correctly. "Uh, oh my God, uhm, okay!" He nods. "Did I actually impress you?"

You smile and nod, giving him the answer he wanted, and you knew was the truth.

"You owe me twenty dollars, Phoebe!"

[hauntedhokage]

at 1am

Nanami Kento/Reader (no pronouns)

word count: 665

warnings: angst, hurt no comfort

[crossposted to ao3] [prompt list]

He was late again. Absurdly late, this time, and the pristine kitchen tells him that you were feeling a way about it but didn’t want to call him. Which meant you had been crying, because that was mostly when you cried you didn’t want to talk to him. 

The half melted candles in the trash did a great job of telling him how long you’d waited, since they’d been sitting in the cabinet to wait for a special occasion so he knew they’d been burning for at least an hour until you gave up on the ambience - gave up on him - and started cleaning up. He wasn’t going to ruin your tidy kitchen, so instead he quietly makes his way through the apartment to get to the bedroom. 

He’s concerned when it’s empty. You’re not asleep, not sitting up in bed with a book waiting for him to be subjected to your frustrated glare, just the neatly made bed. The concern bubbles into fear when he enters the bathroom and sees most of your grooming supplies gone. No hair supplies, no toothbrush, body wash and shampoo all gone with just a note taped to the mirror that he didn’t bother to open.

When he pulls his phone from his pocket he catches the time, and he didn’t realize that it was that late. 1:15am stares back at him, covering part of your forehead in the picture that was his lockscreen. You should be asleep, but something tells him that you’re not and he runs the gamble of calling to see where you were.

Four rings, then he’s sent to voicemail. You were awake when you should have been sleeping, almost like you were waiting for him.

So he calls again. This time you answer after two rings. 

“So I exist now?”

“Where are you?” He knows better than to feed into your emotions when you’re mad at him. He knows that meeting your emotion with his own will only cause more problems, and any hope for an objective conversation would be gone for at least a week. “I just got home.”

“Don’t call it your home, Kento. You and I both know that your home is that office.” 

“My home is with you, that’s why I’m working so hard to ensure that you’re taken care of.”

“So you skip our anniversary dinner? It’s after 1am and you’re just now getting back!?”

You were getting more emotional, and he actually doesn’t know how to fix it if he’s not looking at you. Usually he could defuse the bomb with eye contact as he spoke to you, you could see the sincerity in his words and believe him. But he also supposed after a while he couldn’t expect that to continue to work if his behavior wasn’t changing. 

“Please tell me where you are.”

“I don’t want to see you.”

“I’ll stay home. I just want to know that you’re somewhere safe.”

“I’m at a hotel. The one with the nice restaurant you took me to.” He nods, although you can’t see it as he’s writing the name down. He’d call in the morning to have breakfast sent to your room, it was the least he could do. “Do you love me, Kento?”

You’re tired and upset, obviously not thinking clearly if you’re asking him a question like that. But he supposed he understood why you’d ask. It hadn’t been just this dinner, after all. Repeated habits say a lot about a person, he just hates that it gives you a question like that. 

“Of course I love you.”

“Start acting like it.” You’ve hung up on him, ending the conversation with a simple directive that feels like a knife in his heart.  No declaration of love for him, no request that he drink some water or sleep well, just a directive that was so unlike you but he knows that he pushed you to that point. You were hurt, and he could only blame himself for that.

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Every Last Minute

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary: Labor is a whirlwind. You and Daryl's worries are overwhelming.

Content Warning: Childbirth and babies; some language probably; Daryl being supportive; mentions of dying in childbirth; bad grammar I guess; bad writing; corny ending is corny; whatever else I failed to mention.

Word Count: ~665

Note: Was this requested? No! Sorry if it's not that good. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

A bead of sweat rolled down your face as you groaned. Daryl supported you as you leaned forward, trying to alleviate the pain of the contraction—the unbearable, relentless pain.

Daryl could only hold you, comforting you as each contraction faded. He endured every bone-breaking squeeze from your hand to the feeling of your nails digging into him. In this moment, he was your lifeline, your support. The two of you wanted children. Alexandria brought safety the group hadn't felt in a long time. You and Daryl discussed it, going over the pros and cons and what to expect. You'd always wanted kids, even before the world went to shit. You just never found the right person until Daryl. But Lori's death changed your views. You had a pretty good friendship with Lori, and you loved Judith. But pregnancy could be unpredictable. Daryl was open about his fears. Even if the pregnancy was healthy, shit could still go sideways. Hershel's farm had been a paradise until the mess with Shane and Randall. The prison had been safe until the Governor showed up.

You and Daryl didn't want to lose each other.

"Just promise me," you'd said, gently brushing the hunter's hair from his face, "that if it comes down to it, you'll pick the baby." But you knew your hunter. You knew he'd try and save you both. "I know it's not fair," you'd added softly, "it shouldn't be you, but it could be. I just—"

Daryl shook his head; his hands found yours and held them. "It ain't gonna happen." He had leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you sat like that for what felt like an eternity. You had every right to be frightened, to prepare for the worst. But it wasn't his decision.

He did promise, though—that night when you both slept. He looked at you, how peaceful you looked. Daryl knew you were considering your options. Lori still weighed heavily on you, and you wanted to be prepared.

So as he held you, comforting you through each contraction, he hoped you knew just how much he loved you.

As the labor progressed, Denise had you lie down. Tara was running around, grabbing fresh water and towels for her girlfriend. When it came for you to push, Daryl held your hand and brushed your sweat-soaked hair from your face. You screamed and whined, your body burning with each push, your body stretching to accommodate yours and Daryl's baby. You felt a warmth in your chest at the thought. You wanted to see them, to hold them. Would they look like Daryl or you? Maybe a combination of both!

Another contraction was building, and you knew you were close. On Denise's orders you pushed hard, until the tightness faded.

"I see its head," Denise exclaimed. "Just one more push!"

As the final contraction washed over you, you pushed with whatever strength you had left. A wave of relief came over you, and you couldn't help but sob. You could barely see through your tears, but you saw Denise and Tara get to work on cutting the cord and cleaning the baby. Daryl watched the two women like a hawk, hovering between staying with you and approaching them.

"Denise," you croaked. She came over, a small bundle wrapped in a soft towel. Daryl helped you sit up, as you gently took your baby.

"A boy," Denise smiled. He had Daryl's eyes, alert and expressive. His small mouth was puckered as a small noise escaped.

Tears ran freely down your face. You'd been so scared, and that fear will always linger now that he was here. But the relief of having your baby, knowing he was safe and healthy, made your worries seem far away. You looked up at Daryl; his eyes were watery. You smiled as you looked back at your baby. You carefully nudged Daryl. He opened his arms instinctively, holding the little bundle with the utmost care. Your heart nearly broke from the love you felt.

Daryl looked content, tears in his eyes as he held his son for the first time. They were your world. And you'd enjoy every last minute of it.

Masterlist

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[fallingdownhell]

I got a really cute request:

Wanderer, Al-Haitham, Itto, Kaveh, and Thoma getting called "Teyvat's beauty king" by their s/o in front of a bunch of people.

I can already tell who's going to be blushing and who's going to wear the title like a badge of honor.

OMG, that's so cute! UGH, thank you so much for this wholesomeness!

Characters Included: Wanderer; Itto; Thoma; Kaveh

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; a whole lot of fluff

Word count: 665 words

Have fun and enjoy!

Wanderer

Oh, this man

He would be so embarrassed that you called him that in front of all your friends while he was standing RIGHT. NEXT. TO. YOU!

Would be blushing like crazy, trying to hide it as he pulls down his hat into his face, turning away from the conversation

"You idiot! Don't go around calling me stuff like that!", he would complain to you, desperately trying to find a way to escape the conversation and pull you away

yet secretly, deep inside, he feels insanely proud that you think of him like that and that you're not shy to openly admit that

would wait until you two are alone again, before he - very shyly and unsure of himself - would ask you if you actually meant what you said

if you feel like teasing him, smile and ask him what he's talking about. He will blush like crazy and walk away, ignoring you for a few hours (or days) until he's calmed down again

but if you don't want to tease him, be honest with him. He needs the reassurance more than anything else

Itto

Stunned

Like full on, brain stopped working. Insert Windows dial up sound. He's malfunctioning

Staring at you, trying to figure out if he heard you correctly or if his ears have finally started playing pranks on him

and if he did hear you correctly.. next, he's trying to figure out if you really meant it or if YOU are pulling a prank on him

like, full on would never have thought that you would say that about him. Much less to your FRIENDS!

once his brain connected with him again, he's laughing and smiling like an idiot, hugging you tightly and swirling you around in his arms

he's so happy, he feels so happy that he has to let it out somehow, and the best he can think of is to shower you in his undying love and affection!

Thoma

when he hears you say this to your friends, he hesitates with what he was doing for a moment

did... he just hear that right?

his expression is one of shock, but when you look at him as well with an honest, loving smile, he knows that you meant it. With all your heart

his own heart would explode with his love for you right that instant

he's blushing, but smiling like crazy, because to him, it's one of the greatest compliments you've ever given him

for you to have that high of an opinion about him.. Thoma thinks he can die happy now

would hug you without hesitation, no matter what. He holds you tightly, burrying his face against your shoulder, not planning to let go anytime soon

he's so happy right now, he can't contain it anymore. While hugging, he would continue to say "I love you so much" or "Please, say it again"

Thoma's not used to this kind of praise, but hearing it from you? He doesn't think he could ever get enough of it

Kaveh

explodes into a blushing mess right then and there

he turns to look at you, dumbfounded by your previous words

while his brain is processing what you just said, you carry on with the conversation like nothing special just happened

after a few minutes, when his brain catches up with reality again, he looks at you and goes "What did you just say?"

you're confused at first, and it takes you a bit to figure out that he's talking about your comment about him

when you repeat it again, his stare is replaced by a smug, but overjoyed expression as he throws his arms around your shoulders

"You hear that? They think I'm beautiful!", he would loudy proclaim, for everyone within earshot to hear

he's insanely proud of it and he would not shut up about your comment for the next few days, wanting you to tell him again over and over

but can you really blame him? he's insecure about everything about him, so the fact that you said something like that in regards to him? He's gonna cherish your words in his heart, forever

[b0r3dtod3ath]

mother is mothering.

A/N: A little drabble I came up with while washing the dishes :)). I'm gonna re-read this and edit it tomorrow.

Word count: 665

F1 masterlist

Today was exhausting. Daniel left for a race weekend leaving you with your two tribble twos. Sure, you love them with whole your heart and would protect them with your life but they were a pain in the ass when their dad wasn't there. They started off the day with waking up way earlier than usual causing you to end your sleep. During the breakfast they refused to eat and had a food fight causing the kitchen to turn into a mess. While you were cleaning up they had an argument and one of them started crying because the other didn't want to give them a teddy bear back. Other than that, their dad hasn't called all day which made them even more fussy and left you with not having exchanged a word with an adult for some time now. After over a hour of trying to put them to sleep it finally happened. You quietly made your way downstairs to quickly clean everything. You put away the tv remote, collected some toys and folded the blanket. You turned on the kitchen light and let out a long breath when you saw a pile of dishes in the sink. You stared at your nemesis for a moment and you started washing them trying not to make any sound. The comforting silence was interrupted with a ring of a phone. You picked up with your hands a bit wet just to end the noise that could wake up your kids. "Hi, honeeey. How are you doing?" Daniel's happy face filled the screen. "Hey, badger. The kids just fell asleep and I'm organizing here. Wait, what is that on your face?" You said noticing something different. "Oh you mean my mustache? You don't like it. I thought you loved my facial hair." You laughed under your breath and he talked to you about his day as you continued to do the dishes. Once his rambling about the car and teammates ended, comfortable silence filled the kitchen once again. He looked at you for a while. "Is everything okay?" he asked with a more quiet, soft tone. "Yea, I'm just a bit tired. Twins really got on my nerves today." you quickly said not looking away from the dishes "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to work" he said as a sudden wave of guilt rushed over him. "No, it's not your fault. We knew what we were signing up for but everything's fine. It was just a rough day, okay? Tomorrow is going to be better." "You are such a good mother and the best wife I could ever ask for. I'm sorry you have to do this alone." He felt really bad for leaving you with twins though even when he was there it was still hard. "No, Daniel. I said it's not your fault. It really isn't. You're great and you do a lot. You are going to be back in a few days and everything will be alright." You said with a faint smile. He adored that even when you were tired you managed to have a bit of optimism left in you. "I swear I'm going to make it up to you once I come back." "No need to but okay, Ricciardo. Now shut up, I'm going to the bedroom so don't make any noises and don't wake up the gremlins". He laughed and pretended to zip his mouth. Once you reached your bedroom you said "I call that a great success." "God it felt like years ago, remember? When I was at work and you used to call me at night and later sneak into the kitchen trying to not wake up your parents?" "God, I was trying to be sneaky but I swear they knew. Alright, I think I'm going to sleep." "Want me to stay on the line for a bit?" "Yea, that would be perfect." You placed your phone on a pillow next to you. "Goodnight, honey" "Goodnight, super mom".

November 2 2023

[mins-fins]

ZB1 REACTIONS TO YOU IN A SLASHER MOVIE

PAIRING . . . zerobaseone x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, crack, comedy (i guess??)

WARNINGS . . . mentions of murder, but that's it!

WORD COUNT . . . 665

NOTES . . . okay so the request kinda confused me, i don't know if the anon wanted an imagine or headcanons but i did headcanons because it seemed to make more sense. i really love slasher movies btw, if this seems out of character, don't insult me, also i write "you" but the anon did say male reader in their request so..

kim jiwoong

jiwoong is proud

impressed by your acting and by the movie

he shows it more in his facial expressions more than with his words though

and he's also like; "THATS YOU!?"

but not in the surprised way

in the impressed way

he's just super proud

"you made a good killer yn", "that's a very questionable compliment but thank you!"

zhang hao

oh he's impressed

impressed but also scared

like you can act like that???

you looked scary and your expressions lowkey freaked him out

"good lord you have the ability to look like an actual psychopath"

your acting scares him

and he already doesn't like scary movies

"oh my god your scary", "i'll take that as a compliment thank you hao hyung!"

sung hanbin

hanbin is a mix of surprised, impressed, and lightly scared

like whilst he's watching the movie he kinda has to rub his eyes

like that's you??? it's like he can't even recognize you!!

"oh my god yn you look crazy, how do you do it??"

he's also impressed because your such a good actor??

"how do you do it? i'm so impressed", "um.. well— i act!"

seok matthew

oh my god matthew is stunned

stunned in a good way though

he asks you so many questions

like "how the hell did you play a killer so well? have you murdered someone before?"

after you star in that movie he looks at you suspiciously for a whole week

will literally stare at you like 🤨

"i'm watching you yn", "but i didn't even do anything?", "you psycho"

kim taerae

you now intimidate him more than anything

like you intimidated him a little bit before because you were such a good actor but now the intimidation levels have raised

like watching you in that movie made him lowkey scared of you

"jesus you look crazy, are you enjoying this or something?"

he just stares at the screen in shock, with his jaw dropped

"you like.. kinda scare me now", "please! it's not like any of that was real!", "you never know yn"

ricky shen

oh he's impressed

ricky is like jiwoong's biggest fan (he probably watched his dramas/hj) so when he saw you star in a slasher movie he was like; 🙀

just watches the movie in silent shock

he fan-girls(boys?) over you so much after watching that movie

i imagine ricky is the kind of person who gets so excited about something he can't properly ask about it

"your weirdly cool playing a slasher", "thanks for the compliment?"

kim gyuvin

he's like ricky but 100x more fangirl

he thinks your the coolest person ever after starring in a slasher movie

he's actually so impressed it's crazy

shakes in excitement the entire movie because your literally so cool to him

"YOU DID SO WELL!? OH MY GOD TEACH ME HOW TO ACT LIKE THAT PLEASE!?"

but gyuvin's also a little shit so he'll mimic your lines from the movie to annoy the hell out of you

park gunwook

he's so impressed

like his jaw is on the floor the whole time he watches the movie

he thinks your role was so cool omg

gunwook is so giddy he asks you so many questions about it

he both analyzes the movie and your character whilst basically interrogating you about it

"the movie was so cool, i liked the way your character acted and his motives, and the way his storyline was executed—" and you just laugh as he rambles

han yujin

in a weird way yujin is interested

like i imagine yujin isn't the biggest fan of thrillers or slasher movies at all but he probably loves your character

mostly because it's you though

he's just like gunwook, he'll ask a lot of questions in the most giddy way ever

he kinda does get afraid watching the movie

like he does a double take because he actually can't believe that's actually you

"tell me your not actually a serial killer", "well you'd never know would you?", "…WHAT!?"

[toournextadventure]

would you love me?

Summary: Wednesday is in the middle of her writing hour when you bring up a very important question. But will she answer appropriately?

Word Count: 665 Warnings: swearing Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader A/N: here you go, a little lightheartedness to break up the angst I've been cranking out

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Wednesday’s fingers stilled on the typewriter and she took a deep breath, her eyes slipping shut for only a moment. She exhaled slowly and looked up, her eyes focusing on the piece of paper sticking out of the typewriter. If she focused hard enough, it was possible that she would forget that nonsensical question you had just asked.

“Wends?”

Or not.

“Worms are not capable of experiencing love,” Wednesday answered simply. She didn’t turn around but could hear you shuffling on her bed.

“I didn’t ask if I would still love you if I was a worm,” you huffed. “I asked if you would love me if I was a worm.”

“Where did you even hear of this question?” Wednesday asked, quickly going back to typing on her typewriter. It was a welcome distraction.

“Enid.” Of course. “She asked me at lunch, and obviously I said yes because that’s what best friends are for.”

“You’re both imbeciles,” she said quietly to herself. Hopefully it was drowned out by the clacking.

“Wednesday, this is important,” you whined. “I need to know.”

“Why would it matter?” She asked. “I would have to love you as a human before I could love you as a worm.”

“But you do love me as a human,” you said, and she could hear the smile in your voice. It made her heart beat just a little faster.

“If you utter that to anyone else, I will end you.”

“I would expect nothing less,” you answered with what Wednesday could only describe as a dreamy sigh. “But you’re still avoiding the question.”

Wednesday exhaled through her nose before calling it quits. She pulled her hands back into her lap and turned her chair to look at you. You had managed to pull your knees up to your chest while sitting on her bed, your eyes sparkling with a mischief that you usually kept reserved. Until you got a ridiculous thought in your head.

This was the ridiculous thought.

“Okay, let me set the scene,” you said, shifting until you were sitting cross-legged. “You see me as a worm,” you hold your hands out to help with visualisations. “Long, girthy, the perfect specimen of a worm because, I mean, of course I am,” you scoffed. “And you knew it was me, right?” You waited for her to nod; she did. “Would you still love me?”

“This is ridiculous,” Wednesday said. She was not understanding the purpose of this question.

“Oh come on, Wends,” you said, your stupid smile only getting bigger. “You wouldn’t pick me up and let me ride on your shoulder?”

“This question has veered into uncharted territory,” she said, “I don’t understand what answer you want from me.”

“I don’t want a specific answer,” you said, “I just want any answer.”

Wednesday looked at you, truly looked at you. Your tilted head, your crooked smile, that sparkle in your eye. She wouldn’t deny, there was something attractive about you when you got on these unusual tangents. Maybe it was in your insistence to try and explain, or to find out everyone else’s opinions. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she liked to see you this way.

She sighed through her nose.

“I would tolerate you if you were a worm,” she finally said, turning quickly so you couldn’t see her smile when you pumped your fist into the air and cheered silently.

“I knew it,” you whispered.

Her fingers had just started typing again when she felt your lips press against her cheek. They were warm and soft and smelled faintly of the excessively flavoured chapstick you usually wore. Your kiss lingered for longer than necessary, but she loved it and couldn’t help but finally smile at the feeling.

“I would love you if you were a worm too,” you said, accentuating your answer with another quick kiss before laying back down on her bed. Maybe your insane questions weren’t entirely pointless.

[merrybloomwrites]

I Feel the Earth Move

Summary: Y/N experiences her first earthquake and her long distance boyfriend, Spencer, needs to know she's alright.

Word Count: 665

AN: I put a post out the other day that showed there's interest in Spencer stories. And then I felt an earthquake for the first time and got inspired to write this. Just a little story to get into the swing of writing for Spencer.

CW: earthquake

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One of the first things you had talked to Spencer about when you started dating was your shared experiences with hurricanes. Bit of a random topic, but with him being from Florida and you being from New Jersey, it was something you had in common. He then told you about the couple of earthquakes he’d experienced since moving out to Los Angeles. A tiny part of you was slightly jealous, but mostly you were happy you live in a place where the ground stays still at all times.

You’ve been dating Spencer for ten months now, but unfortunately, you’ve been long distance the whole time. Being on opposite coasts with a three-hour time difference makes things more complicated, but you’re looking forward to the near future when you finally get to move out to California. You work as a teacher and just need to finish the current school year and then you’re on your way to Los Angeles. You even have a new job and apartment lined up. Spencer sends texts nearly every day counting down until you’ll finally live in the same city.

It's early April, and your school is on Spring Break. You spent the week catching up on things you had been putting off, like doctor’s appointments and deep cleaning your closets. But now it’s Friday, and your to-do list is done. You’re having a lazy morning at home, sitting and watching some new Smosh videos that you hadn’t gotten a chance to see yet.

Suddenly you hear the hallway door rattling. For a second you think it must be the wind, but then the floor starts to shake. Next thing you know everything is rattling. It only lasts a few seconds and leaves you just standing in the middle of your living room, wondering what the hell just happened.

You think that it might’ve been an earthquake, but that would be ridiculous. Because that doesn’t happen where you live.

But then your mom texts the family group chat asking if everyone felt that. Your brother, sister, and dad all text back saying they had. You do a quick google search and within minutes you find the confirmation that it was in fact an earthquake, so you share the link with your family.

The first person you want to tell is Spencer, but it’s not even 8 in the morning in California. You know he doesn’t need to be at work until later in the day and is likely still sleeping. You’ll wait a bit before texting him, so you don’t wake him up.

 Twenty minutes later your phone starts ringing, and you’re surprised to see Spencer’s name pop up.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” You say as a greeting.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Of course I’m okay,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the earthquake?”

“I was going to, I just wanted to wait a little while, so I wouldn’t wake you. How did you find out about it?”

“Like, eight different people from work texted me to ask if you lived where the earthquake happened. Y/N, you’re like, a mile from the epicenter. I needed to check that you’re alright.”

You’re overwhelmed with emotion at this, hearing how much he cares, and how worried he was about you.

“I’m okay Spencer, I promise. It wasn’t that bad. Honestly I was more confused than scared,” you reply.

“Well then we need to work on your survival instincts before you come to California,” he says, causing you both to laugh.

“Thank you for checking in on me,” you say.

“I’ll always make sure you’re safe,” he replies. Your heart melts again, and you can’t believe that he’s real. And that he’s really yours.

“I love you,” you say, unable to express your feelings at this moment in any other way.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice full of sincerity.

“Only 86 more days,” you state, giving him the countdown today.

“I can’t wait, baby.”

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AN: Thanks for reading! This is was just a little warm up to writing for Spencer. Please send me any requests you have for him! Also, please lmk if you'd like to be added to a taglist for all my Spencer stories!

[yournameloveskpop]

Concert Encounter

Paring: Felix x Reader

Word Count: 665

Style: Fluffy, SWF, Fan x Idol

..

Y/N couldn't believe her luck. Front row seats at a Stray Kids concert, the pulsating energy of the crowd around her, and her best friend beside her, equally ecstatic. They were in the midst of discussing their favorite members, but Y/N's heart always leaned towards the music itself, the passion and effort each member put into their performances.

As the concert was about to start, Y/N, a habitual holder of things, gripped the fence separating the audience from the stage. It was an instinct, a way to ground herself amidst the excitement.

On the other side of the barrier, the Stray Kids members were making their way onto the stage. Felix and Han, always up for a bit of mischief, noticed Y/N's hand wrapped around the bar. Exchanging glances, a playful idea sparked in their minds.

Without warning, a hand clasped onto Y/N's, causing her to flinch and let out a surprised yelp. She looked up to see Felix and Han peeking over the fence, wearing playful and sheepish grins. Felix's eyes locked with Y/N's, a connection sparking in that brief moment.

The girls surrounding Y/N were just as stunned, and her friend almost lost her composure at the casual yet extraordinary interaction unfolding before them.

"Hey there!" Felix greeted with a chuckle, his grip on Y/N's hand firm but gentle. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Y/N, caught off guard but amused, replied, "Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance."

Han, leaning closer, added with a mischievous glint in his eye, "We just wanted to see who'd be brave enough to hold onto the barrier like it's a lifeline."

Y/N laughed, the tension easing. "Guess I'm just full of surprises."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, Felix and Han genuinely interested in Y/N and her friend, asking about their favorite songs and what they were most excited to see during the concert.

As the call for the members to get ready echoed backstage, Felix looked at Y/N with a hint of reluctance to leave. "Hope you enjoy the show. Maybe we'll see each other again," he said, a hopeful note in his voice.

As Felix and Han disappeared backstage, Y/N's friend turned to her, eyes wide. "Did that just happen? Felix actually spoke to you!"

Y/N, still processing the surreal encounter, could only nod, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

The concert began with a burst of energy, Stray Kids commanding the stage with their dynamic presence. Y/N found herself lost in the music, each song resonating with her more profoundly after her unexpected interaction with Felix.

During a particularly energetic number, Felix caught Y/N's eye from the stage, sending her a quick wink and a smile. The gesture wasn't lost on the crowd around her, leading to a ripple of excited whispers and giggles.

As the concert neared its end, Y/N felt a mix of elation and sadness. The night had been more than she could have ever imagined, and the thought of it coming to a close was bittersweet.

As the final notes of the last song faded, Felix spoke into the microphone, his gaze scanning the crowd until it settled on Y/N. "To the girl at the front, thanks for holding onto that barrier. It made my night."

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Y/N's friend squealed in delight, hugging her tightly. Y/N, overwhelmed and joyous, waved at Felix, who waved back before disappearing backstage with the rest of the group.

Leaving the venue, Y/N couldn't help but feel like the night was a dream. The music, the energy, the connection with Felix - it was a story she would tell for years to come.

And as they walked into the night, her friend teased, "So, still just about the music, huh?"

Y/N laughed, a warm feeling spreading through her. "Maybe a bit more than that now."

[bagopucks]

T. Zegras - Bad Idea, Right?

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

Word Count: 665

Warning(s): implied sex

Literally something so small and fun just because I wanted to. This song feels so Trevor too.

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“Ah, Hey”

That golden hair, the creak of the front door. Shit.

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months

But I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone

And I'm sensin' some undertone

And I'm right here with all my friends

But you're sendin' me your new address

And I know we're done, I know we're through

But, God, when I look at you

“You wanna come in?” His voice can put me in a trance any day. Why’d we break up again?

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

He dragged me inside without much resistance. I wanted him even if I didn’t want to admit it. I wouldn’t be at his place if I didn’t miss him.

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

I should probably, probably not

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

He led me to his room.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

He opened the door.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

I was against the wall.

Seein' you tonight, whatever, it's fine

I kissed him.

Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

I woke up holding onto him. What did I do? I turned to look at him. Messy hair, pretty eyes closed in peace. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I knew we’d go back to being nothing when he became conscious. So I thrived in the silence between us. I pretended it was real for a little while longer.

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop-, but I can't

And I told my friends I was asleep

But I never said where or in whose sheets

And I pull up to your place, on the second floor

And you're standin', smiling at the door

And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men

But I really can't remember when

How do you explain to your friends the guy you left the bar for is your ex? They hated Trevor. I could never figure out why. Then he cheated on me. But it’s Trevor. He’s so hot.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

I should probably, probably not

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

My phone rang again.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

It’s his contact.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Why didn’t I block him?

Seein' you tonight, whatever, it's fine

I picked up anyway.

Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

“It’s great to see you again..”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

Can't two people reconnect?

The biggest lie I ever said

I just tripped and fell into his bed

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts

“Don’t act like you hate me.”

“I still do. Just not your body.”

The biggest lie I ever said

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Thoughts

Blah

He always knew how to get what he wanted.

Thoughts

Blah

It’s tragic I know I’ll always give it to him.

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Prompt 14 - Choice

@jegulus-microfic March 14 Word count 665

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Because Regulus didn’t need to get Remus back to the pack, they found themselves with a bit of free time. When Evan offered for them to all stay over if they wanted, his father was apparently in Romania for Voldemort and wouldn’t be back until the following week. 

Sirius and Remus instantly took him up on his offer and barely had time to say goodnight before Sirius dragged Remus out of Evan’s room and into another bedroom.

Barty looked at the clock on Evan’s bedside table. 

“They do realise it’s only 5 o’clock, right?” 

“I don’t think they care.” Evan snorted. 

“Well, anyway, what information have you found?” Regulus asked, trying to steer the conversation away from what his brother might be doing in the other room. James saw the grimace that had crossed his face and slipped out to put a silencing charm on their room as yet again Sirius and Remus had neglected to do so. 

He slipped back into Evan’s room just as Evan began telling them what he’d discovered. 

“Thank you,” Regulus whispered as he slid his hand into James’s and squeezed gently. 

“So, I managed to find out where he went after he left Hogwarts. He went to work at Borgin and Burkes for a while and then completely disappeared.”

“We went to the shop and basically charmed the pants off old Borgin, and he told us something very interesting.” Barty took over.

“Riddle, by all accounts, was a model employee, but then one of their best customers was found dead, and her house elf blamed for it.” Regulus had opened his mouth to complain about that. House elves couldn’t hurt their masters. It was all a part of the magic’s that bound them. “Yes, Regulus, we are well aware of House elf rules. However, the same day she was supposed to have died, Riddle handed in his notice and disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“But, Burgin also mentioned to us just as we were leaving that a priceless artefact went missing at the same time, and he’s convinced that Riddle took it.” Barty was grinning now. 

“Go on, what was it.” James had taken a step towards Barty, completely drawn in by their story.

“Helga Hufflepuffs cup.” Barty finished with absolute glee in his eyes. “Slytherins locket and Hufflepuffs cup. I bet MV turned it into a Horcrux as well, and my money’s on he found something of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors as well.” 

“What’s MV?” Regulus asked, his brow furrowed as he tried to work it out. 

“Mouldy Voldy!” Barty cackled at them. The other boys ignored Barty and looked at each other excitedly. They might not know where the Horcruxs were, but at least now they had an idea of what they were looking for. 

“I wonder what Ravenclaw has,” James said. “Gryffindor had a sword, but Ravenclaws a mystery to me.” The others turned to James.

“A sword?” Regulus said. “How do you know that? Do you know where it is?” 

“He has it in his portrait. But it’s been lost for hundreds of years.” 

“Just like Slytherin’s portrait in our Common room. Perhaps Ravenclaw has whatever her thing is in the Ravenclaw Common room.” Regulus mused aloud. He had a choice to make now of which artefact they tracked down next. Pandora came floating in, coming to stand beside her brother. 

“Ravenclaw had a diadem.” She said breezily.

“Pandora, how is it that you always turn up just when we need you?” Evan sighed. It had been the same story his entire life.

“Because I’m smarter than you.” She smiled as she kissed his cheek. 

“Do you know where it is?” Regulus asked, watching Pandora closely. 

“You might want to talk to the grey lady.”

“The ghost?” James looked confused. “Why would we want to talk to her?”

“Because,” Pandora rolled her eyes as she stretched out her hand and patted Barty’s hair flat. “She’s Helena Ravenclaw. Rowen Ravenclaw daughter.” Four mouths dropped open.  

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