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thecinematicwriter · 1 year

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Stop, This Is So Embarrassing!

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You would do anything to attend a Formula 1 race week-end. Turns out, your mother's friend worked with the Formula PR team and got you some free passes to the Canada's Grand Prix. You still had to study though :(

Sneek peak: "God, I love when you say my name in french." He confessed right before the bartender gave you two your order. "I love talking to you in french." You said while maintaining the eye contact.

A/N: As a fellow canadian I couldn't be more excited for this week's race! And I still have to study for some exams so... come read a dream piece of my life I guess:) Warning: There is a lot of laughing in this fanfic(sorry in advance).

You were sitting quietly in the place your mom's friend said you could hang. Nothing could bother you there she had said. She had been the kindest human being there could exist. First she had offered you a free pass for the Grand Prix after your mother mentioned you were a huge fan, then she promised you to a private spot where only the drivers were allowed when you told her you needed to multitask and study for your test that was coming. Not one driver was here right now because it was only paddock visiting day and it was a good thing for you not to be distracted. They would only be coming in the afternoon to say hello to the fans. The only reason you were here today was for your mom to catch up with her friend and you took a walk around the track before starting your study session. As expected it was death. Learning all those different things by heart was excruciating, but then you could work in what you loved. It was a huge perk of why you were doing it... no kidding.

"Hello?" Somebody was here and that made your eyes look away from your notes. "I'm sorry to bother you, you look very occupied... but I was wondering if this was the driver's hang out spot?" Lando Norris. You couldn't believe your eyes. That is exactly why you were staring at him like a culprit found guilty. "Hum- Yeah. Yeah! Sorry... I can leave if you're more comfortable without a fan here." You started gathering your stuff only for him to come close to you and lay his hand on your notes. "A fan, huh?" He laughed at your nervous state and you nodded dumb founded. "Well... no. Actually, I would quite like the company. if you don't mind me bothering your...studying?" He sat in the chair in front of yours and that made you sit back down. "Yes. It's studying. And I wouldn't mind at all." You said eagerly, which made the driver laugh even more. You laughed with him this time. "I am so sorry. I tend to be clumsy with my delivering of words." You said looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't apologies, it's refreshing from all the other drivers. They always are too confident in what they say, I believe." You smiled at Lando and he had a confused face. "Wouldn't that make you a cocky speaker too? You are a driver." He laughed once again. "I guess so... But at least I'm not afraid to say I am." You both started laughing like little kids and only stopped when he asked you a question. "So what are you studying? And why here of all places?"

Your conversation seemed to have lasted forever when the one and only Oscar Piastri entered the room. "Hey, Lando!-" he stopped talking when you came in his view. "Who is that?" He asked while walking towards your table. "I just met her. Y-N, meet you know who." You waved shyly feeling like you were not in your place. Oscar simply smiled at you warmingly. "You know who?! You introduce me to your new friend that way?" He shoved Lando's shoulder while taking a chair to sit with you both. "Ouch! She already knows who you are, prick!" he said faking his offense. "Yeah... I am a huge fan of you all." You explained and laughed at their antics. Oscar was impressed. "Us all? No preference? That's the first time I hear that from a fan. Normally girls prefer Charles or Lewis." You laughed at his statement and he joined you. " Oh don't get me wrong, I do have a preference in looks... But to me you work all the same effort to be here and when it comes to the actual race, I support each and everyone one of the drivers." The boys were now interested. You were the nicest fan they had both met and they couldn't get enough of what you had to say next. "Do tell! Who's your racing daddy?" Your face cringed at what Lando had called a F1 crush. "Don't ever say that again, mate." Oscar shared your embarrassment. After an awkward silence you all started laughing. "Oh god. You guys are so kind. I felt so out of place being in the only place you had privacy, but you don't seem to mind. Thank you, I guess." They looked at you and simply nodded. "Well it's not hard to enjoy your company." Lando said smiling at you and you slightly blushed. You were so used to people telling you you were too much so this was the best feeling ever. "If I say it though, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I am a basic one I fear." You exhaled dramatically to joke around. "Stop it! You are a Lewis girl aren't you..." Oscar matched your dramatics. "No... It's Charles for me." Oscar and Lando looked at each other and smiled. "What?" They looked back at you and smirked. "Why do you like him so much? Do tell." You sighed and smiled to yourself. "Well for starters, he speaks french as his first language, like me. Then he is so passionate about everything, his family, racing and so much more, from what the internet shows me at least. And it helps that he is like really good looking. Charles Leclerc for the win... I can't believe I am talking to Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri about this, God!" Your laugh got stopped by a familiar voice. The one you listened to more times you'd like to admit after each race.

"I like how you say my name. Thank you by the way, you really did me good." Your eyes grew tenfold when you realized who heard you talking like this. "Oh mon dieu. (Oh my god.)" You hid behind your hands while the boys in front of you broke out in the loudest laughter. "I am so sorry. God, this is so embarrassing!" You said and felt your cheeks redden. "Y-N, don't be like this. Charles was just teasing you... Get out of there." Lando said between giggles. When you took your hands off your face, you saw how close Charles had gotten. "And who might this Y-N be?" Charles said looking at you. "Hey... I'm simply a random fan-" "She's not random. Don't be modest... She is amazing! We've been talking for the past hour and I am about to ask her her instagram." Oscar said while getting his phone out from his back pocket. "Really?!" You asked surprised. Lando also got his phone out to get your instagram handle. "Of course. We're practically besties after what you confessed." Lando joked and you laughed, again. "Way to make an impression. Can I sit here?" You angled your face towards the Ferrari driver now even closer to you than before. You soon realized he was talking about the chair right beside you. "Don't be shy." You told him with a warm smile and he laughed. "That's rich coming from the woman who just hid behind her hands." He sat down and chuckled. "I guess you're right." You giggled along. And that is when Charles looked directly in your eyes. "So what is it?" You broke your gaze from Charles' and looked at Lando. "I'm sorry, what?" The drivers all laughed. "I think they want your instagram account. Ne les fait pas attendre, ça serait cruelle!(Don't make them wait, it would be cruel!)" He dramatized his sentences which made you smile like a little kid. "Oh yeah... Sorry, here." You took your phone out and showed them your account. "No way! You are studying in (your choice of study)!" They all looked at what Oscar was showing from your profile and Charles got his phone out. "This is so cool!" Lando exclaimed. "You were studying for that weren't you? You nodded and blushed from all the attention you were receiving.

You continued talking for a while longer before they all received a message saying it was time for them to go make their entrance for the week-end. "Oh I completely forgot we had that! So sorry Y-N... I hope we can see you again this week-end! I'll text you the info and put you in the guest list for our parties this race week-end. If that's okay with you of course?" Oscar explained while they all got up. "Are you crazy? Who would pass up the opportunity to party with F1 drivers that know how to make someone feel welcomed?! Count me in!" They all smiled. "Perfect, one of us will send you the info!" You all bid your goodbyes and went your separate ways.

That night before going to sleep, you were looking at the three notification that said Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Charles Leclerc started following you when your notifications went off.

Charles Leclerc: Hello, Y-N! It was nice meeting you! I hope to see you at the parties the boy will send you the info for. I want to talk to you some more. (In the hopes of not freaking you out.)

You found it cute how Charles wrote his text.

You: Hey, mister Leclerc! I had even more fun than you during our long talk I might bet! Of course I'll come. It would be my pleasure to engage a conversation with you again! (I freaked you out from the beginning, don't worry.)

You hit send and left the chat only for your phone to buzz not even a minute later. God, that was fast.

Charles: Ça fait bizarre de texter de façon si formel. Mais, ça fait du bien. (It's weird to text in this formal way. But, it's refreshing.)

You: Toute a fait d'accord.(I agree.)

The night of the final race

Lando: You're still coming tonight like last night?

You: Ofc! I'll be there in an hour... I finally finished studying for my exam on tuesday!

Lando: Let's go! See you later then!

You: See ya!

You left home after choosing the perfect outfit (plus sized - skinny, mid-sized) you felt all the nerves from this week-end leave your body. There was no reason for you to be anxious when you made friends with three of the drivers and had great talk with the rest of them. Once you arrived at the party location, you texted Lando telling him you were there. You went inside and looked around you, mesmerized by the fancy decoration. Your lovestruck face was interrupted by Oscar. "Hey! Y-N! Come, the boys are in the back." You followed Oscar after telling him he looked great and he returned the compliment. "Everyone, Y-N's here!" Everyone cheered which made you flustered. How had you simply studying in a private hang out area turned into this? You still couldn't believe it. Lando came up and kissed both your cheeks and you gave him a hug. "Congrats on podium! Once again!" You congratulated him with a huge smile plastered on your face. "Do you mean I had to get podium to receive this greeting?" Charles arrived next to you two and you laughed. "Maybe..." You shrugged your shoulders. He got closer to you to make sure you could hear him over the loud music that was blaring in the VIP section. "Red? You wanted to surprise me or do you have a preference for my team mate?" He whispered so you only could hear.

When you opened your eyes, Charles' were still closed but he adorned a content smile on his lips. When he finally opened them, you pecked him once again and you both smiled like two teenagers experiencing their first love. This was bound to be a great experience... or more?

Charles had flirted with you for the entire week-end and you played right into his act. "I wouldn't dare show up in red for someone other than you Leclerc." You said turning you face towards his that was right beside yours. That resulted in your lips being dangerously close. "Good to know. I wore black because I didn't know what your favorite color was." He joked. You laughed hard at that. "Good to know." You gave him a taste of his own medicine which made him smile. "Suis-moi? (Follow me?)" You nodded at his request and he took you to the bar. "What do you want to drink?" "Nothing with alcohol... I want to stay clean for my exam, even if it's in two days." You over explained. "So, what do you want to drink?" Charles asked once more. "Oh, sorry..." You turned to the bartender and ordered a cranberry juice. "I tend to babble when I'm nervous." You said sheepishly. "Than be nervous more often, it's cute." You looked at him and tried to retain your laugh while Charles realized what he had just said. "God! Non, ne sois pas nerveuse... Je voulais simplement te dire que c'est mignon quand tu parles comme ça.(God! No, don't be nervous... I just wanted to say that it's cute when you talk that way.)" He hid behind his hands, his cheeks red under the already red lights of the private club. "C'est correct, Charles.(It's okay, Charles.)" You took his hands off of his face and he looked straight into your eyes. It was your turn to turn red. "God, I love when you say my name in french." He confessed right before the bartender gave you two your order. "I love talking to you in french." You said while maintaining the eye contact. "Ah oui? C'est bon a savoir. (Oh Yes? It's good to know.)" He got closer to you and you leaned in also. "Tu es vraiment beau, Charles. Je sais que tout le monde doivent te le dire, mais ils ont raison.(You're truly handsome , Charles. I know everyone must tell you, but they are right.)" You looked at him and focused on his eyes. "C'est encore mieux lorsque ça vient de toi. Tu es encore plus magnifique, Y-N.(it's even better coming from you when it's coming from you. You are ven more beautiful, Y-N.)" He took your jaw in his left hand and smiled at you earnestly. "Kiss me?" You asked, hopping for a positive answer. "I thought you would never ask." He said and took the opportunity. You never understood when people said the world around you faded if the kiss was good enough, but Charles made you feel like that. Like there was only you and the brunet boy present in the club and the music was only a background sound to your love story.

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hellhound5925 · 8 months

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One shot - Sargent Hunter

“It’s better this way” Part Two

Link to Part one here.

So we can argue that 'The Love You Want' and 'Blood Sport' by Sleep Token inspired this. If you haven't, give them a listen and think about it from Hunter's POV. Also I'm going to throw a name in but feel free to read it as whoever you want. This will be a few parts and end happy I promise! Probably going to be some cute romantic smut so please stick around!

Warnings:

18+, heartbreak, eventual smut, (I'm bad at warnings let me know if I missed anything) mentions of unintentional self harm? Female character/reader.

Summary:

(Part One) Relationships during wartime are tough...you'd know that better than anyone. Being a Mandalorian, you has been asked to train clones on Kamino. It just felt like the right thing to do, and what confirmed that for you was the moment the handsome Sargent had his eyes on you. Eventually letting him get to know you, you felt deep and hard for the man, but the reality of the war was forever in the back of your mind....

(Part Two) Tech gives you a small piece of his mind. And running into Crosshair turns into a shocking slap in the face for our Mandalorian. Will she be smart enough to take their advice and apologize to the man of her dreams?

The rest of the day goes off without a hitch and with my last class finished, I can finally make my way to my room. As the door slides open, solitude welcomes me with it's cold embrace. Muscle memory takes over and I strip off my clothes, getting into something more comfortable before crawling into bed. The bed that was shared so many times by the warmth of a softly snoring Sargent, now cold and silent. For a moment, I regret my decision and the temptation of racing down the hall to where I know he's likely laying wide awake due to Wrecker's obnoxious snoring - no I chose this, and it was the right thing to do...no distractions for him and no fear of losing him for me.

Unfortunately sleep never comes, I lay awake staring at the ceiling feeling absolutely numb all while justifying my actions to myself. Glancing over at my clock, it's time to get around for the day. After completing my morning routine, I decide to make a quick stop at the med bay like Tech requested.

Before heading inside, I take a deep breath and choose to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary - it's time to move on. I step through the door and see Tech typing away on his datapad. "Hey" I say offering a warm smile, but he doesn't even look up. Which if I was anyone else would make sense, but Tech has always given me his undivided attention. "Kamino to Tech?" He finally moves, setting down his datapad and begins gathering supplies to change my bandage but doesn't say a word.

Choosing not to poke the massiff, I quietly head over to the exam table and sit on it. He offers me his hand which is his way of asking permission to treat my wound. I give him my hand, palm up and watch as he gently undoes the bandage he did yesterday. He gives it a once over and pushes his goggles back up on his nose, "it appears to be healing just fine." The statement comes out cold and emotionless, which sends a shiver down my spine.

As he applies something to my hand and begins to rewrap it, I search for words. "Tech...I—" His sigh tells me everything I need to know. It's not just Hunter I hurt....

"I have had time to think over what you said yesterday and I believe you have made a poor calculation" As he finishes his statement, I get a really good look at him. His face has a hint red - which only happens when he's flustered - and he once again pushes his goggles back up on his nose before finishing his work. A pit forms in my stomach, devouring any hope of pretending like everything is okay.

"Tech" my voice is betrays me causing him to finally look me in the face. The minute our eyes lock, his are cold and unfamiliar - he's more vexed than he's letting on.

"Did you ever stop to consider the fact that you are one of the reasons he fights so hard to make sure we make it home?"

His words swirl around in my head, making me feel dizzy. I genuinely had not thought about it that way, I was too caught up in the fact that he could die out there and I'd be left here to pick up the pieces to consider him. My ancestors would be so ashamed...I'm supposed to be a strong warrior and yet here I am, choosing not to fight. Rolling over and giving up my family just to preserve my sanity? How selfish... silence fills the room, a long pause before Tech's good-hearted words hit me. My pride is so damaged, my mouth drops open as if to speak but no sound comes out.

"I may not be the best person to give this kind of advice however, you have failed to consider all of the facts before making your conclusion." He pauses for a moment a faint twinkle of a smile appears on his face, before he turns back to his datapad.

Swallowing hard, I finally find the ability to speak, "I love him so much it hurts." I stop, hearing myself say that out loud for the first time hits me like a durasteel wall. We've never said those words to one another and thanks to me, probably never will. Tech glances up as me with a blank expression.

"And I don't want to be left behind in a galaxy without him."

He sighs, dropping his hands and datapad into his lap, "You complete Hunter, and I do urge you to rethink on your decision."

I stand there, eyes wandering the room, and brain working over time trying to process everything that has been spoken. Tech lets out a deep sigh once more before turning his full attention to his datapad. Since he’s now fully engrossed in whatever it is he is doing, I decided it’s best to wander and consider his words.

Without a word, I get up and head out the door making my way down the hallway. I can't help but feel like the lights are brighter than normal. It's almost as if they are shining a spotlight on my failure. Tech's words are still swirling around in my head and before I know it I'm so deep in thought I had not been playing attention to where my feet were carrying me. I stop in front of the door I've walked through so many times. A wave of memories hits me and I can almost hear my laugh as Hunter tells me about something Wrecker did during one of their training sessions. We would always walk back to their shared quarters together and he would fill me in, asking for my tactical opinion.

The door sliding open pulls me from my thoughts. Crosshair stands infront of me with an annoyed expression. He sighs, flipping the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.

"You're blocking the doorway."

"Oh right, Sorry..." I step out of his way and he exits, the door sliding shut behind him. He walks past me in silence and starts to head down the hall before stopping and turning around.

"Marauder."

My head snaps his direction, "What?"

Another annoyed sigh "Hunter."

"I wasn't—"

He cuts me off with a scoff, "Right."

Crosshair and I have always had an interesting relationship, he treats me more like an annoying little sister. In his defense, I do usually enjoy pushing his buttons like one. Although it kind of seems like he wants to say more, as he’s still standing here starting at me.

“What?” I snap, my tone more annoyed than I intended.

He eyes me up and down in a challenging way - typical Crosshair - “I’m just surprised is all. You gave up on him so easily. And here I thought you were as tough as they say.”

Ouch. His words sting like a hot iron pressed into my skin. We always joked around with one another on a more crude level but I knew he never really meant it, or at least I was pretty sure he didn’t. After the statement he just made though, I know he never meant it. His tone was more harsh, and laced with venom intended to harm.

Without another word he takes the toothpick out of his mouth before sliding his helmet on, heading down the hall to Maker knows where. I stand there and watch as he disappears around the corner. Suddenly, I find myself full of anger. Anger at myself for being so stupid.

Letting out a angry cry, I slam my fist into the wall - not hard enough to do damage but hard enough the sound echos down the hall. A couple of Clone Troopers poke their heads around the corner to see where it came from. I give them a look before spinning on my heel, and heading in the direction of the platform that the Marauder calls home.

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roohuh · 1 year

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Feelings Develop

Part 2 of the fifth year in the Obliviate Series

Ominis x MC

Summary: After being comforted by Ominis Mc starts to develop feelings for the boy

Warnings: slight angst

Ranting on about a tangent he feels particularly passionately about, Professor Ronan does not seem to even notice his class as he passes back and forth, hands crossed behind his back, lecturing away. Not hearing a single word being spoken you stare at Ominis across the classroom, who appears to be asleep at his desk. The longer you gaze the hotter your cheeks feel as images of him comforting you in Figs office gallivant through your mind.

“A certain someone caught your eye?” Natty teases in a hushed whisper bringing you back from the world of daydreams. You nod sheepishly and write on the corner of your paper sliding it into her eyeline “Ominis” she giggles and replies,

“That much is obvious.”

“Ah look at the time! Class dismissed!” Ronan claps his hands together. Slowly packing your books away you watch Ominis yawn and stretch while he waits for Sebastian to pack away his stack of books , none of them having a thing to do with charms. A strange panic sets in as Sebastian and Ominis make their way towards you. Books stashed, you turn grab Nattys arm retreating into the hall leaving the boys slightly confused.

“What was that about?” Your friend laughs at you. You sigh,

“Ominis hugged me the other day…”

“He what?” She bellows back. Quickening your pase so the boys can not catch up you hiss,

“Keep your voice down! He hugged me and now I don’t know how to act around him.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks and curse your inexperience in these areas.

“Did you enjoy the hug?” She pushes for information.

“Yes… and no… I was crying and he was trying to comfort me. Purely platonic but not whenever I look at him…” halting your retreat as you start to feel rather silly.

“Well, you can not avoid him forever.” Natty teases as Sebastian and Ominis round a corner.

“Who are we avoiding?” Sebastian calls. Cursing his timing you try to think of an excuse.

“You!” Natty laughs, pinching her nose “When was the last time you bathed?” Giving himself a sniff, Sebastian pulls a face.

“This morning! Do you really think I stink MC?” You shake your head trying to hide your embarrassment.

“No Natty was just provoking you.” Turning to leave Natty tries to encourage you,

“Well my friends I must go and meet with the nurse or my mother will have a fit. She insists on regular check ups after my encounter. MC you have more courage than all of us combined just face this head on.”

“Who is bothering you? Do you need us to back you up?” Ominis asks concern etched into his features.

“Nothing nefarious, just a miscommunication with someone.” You reassure him. Looking unconvinced, Ominis changes the topic.

“I need to practice my wiggenweld before tomorrow's exam. Care to join?” Before you can answer Sebastian buds in

“Let’s all go together!” Ominis looks displeased at his seemingly oblivious friends' intrusion but quickly aquesesses. Sebastian leads the way animatedly describing a duel between Leander and himself. Trying your best to listen you follow but you can not help but feel distracted as the scent of Ominis cologne hovers around you. Stopping in the common room, Sebastian asks you and Ominis to wait as grabs something from his room. You watch the chestnut head disappear into his dorm; you feel awkward about being alone with Ominis.

“Are you feeling any better?” Quietly Ominis breaks the silence. You hum and nod,

“It gets easier each day I think. Studying for my OWLs helps distract me. I have been so busy fighting the goblins and completing keeper trials I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“If you need any assistance studying let me know.” The warm offer causes your heart to flutter and you remind yourself it is just a friendly offer between classmates.

“MC… I have been meaning to ask you something.” He begins quietly taking a step towards you. Sebastian returns, interrupting Ominis. You can not be sure but you think you see a red tint to the blonde's cheeks but it is gone in an instant and he is caught up in nagging at his friend. Curiosity fills you as to the question he was asking, obviously unwilling to continue in the company of Sebastian.

“Are you wearing my cologne again?” Ominis snaps at his friend.

“Natty said I stink, I had to do something.” You laugh at his vanity shaking your head.

“Is that the reason you dragged us all the way down here? It was a joke!” He mutters something about “blasted Gryffindors” and heads in the direction of the potions classroom.

As you enter the classroom you spy Garreth scrubbing away at an enormous pile of cauldrons.

“Detention again?” You chide the boy.

“Some people don’t appreciate art.” Is his reply hand thrust to his heart. Sebastian laughs loudly mocking the redhead.

“You are too good for Slytherin MC. I swear the sorting hat said "Griffindor’.”

“You want to fight Weastly?” Sebastian snaps drawing his wand. You roll your eyes. Ominis takes your hand with a gloomy look on his face leading you to his potions station. The touch sends electric current through your body and you can feel your face turn a deep crimson.

“Is that who has been bothering you?” Ominis asks.

“No… I’m fine, I think that’s his idea of flirting.” You mumble trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach at your hand still held in his. Professor Sharp breaks up the fight before the two get started threatening Sebastian with more cauldrons in storage in need of a good scrubbing. Sallow storms over to where you and Ominis stand. He stares at your hand held in Ominis wordlessly, his expression determinedly sour. Quickly you withdraw your hand from Ominis who is reluctant to relinquish it. Your embarrassment and an awkward tension hanging in the air causes you to shift uncomfortably.

“These potions aren't going to brew themselves.” You laugh awkwardly reaching into your bag. Before you can begin to brew, Professor Sharp calls you over to his desk. The professor questions you about an assignment you had forgotten to turn in. As you converse you can hear Ominis and Sebastian engaged in a heated discussion behind you. The discussion escalates into shouting on the side of Senastian before he storms out of the room.

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thats-a-weird-warning-sign · 11 months

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congrats on finishing your exams, may i request a camilith + 20?

20 - A kiss on a scar So full disclosure this got away from me a bit...

Camila has always struggled with patience. There’d bever been the time for it - she’d had too much to do, siblings to care for and a mother to coax through each day. She had a father to mind and a stepfather to avoid. She’d wake with the dawn and be moving through until the darkest part of the night. She had no time for patience, so the convent was a bit of a shock, at the beginning.

It was a shock for more than that, obviously. There was the shock of the gunfight, the shock of the deal-gone-wrong, the shock of seeing your stepfather point a gun at you. There was the shock of cold water; off the bridge to avoid a bullet, wild with fear and half convinced this was all a fever dream.

The shock on her mother’s face was the loudest, hurt the most – when Camila had come home bloodied and bedraggled, clutching a fistful of notes barely cleaner than the river water, pressed her shaking hands to her mother’s, kissed her sisters goodbye and fled.

The shocks started to lose meaning after that. The shock of her father, barely sober enough to drive but parked outside a house he hadn’t laid eyes on in a decade – with the address of the nearest convent already pulled up on an ancient satnav, a grim smile and bloodied knuckles.

A convent was not the way Camila had been planning to reinvent herself, after she got out – but if nothing else, she was resourceful. There’s only so resourceful you can be in a stone building older than the United States of America, however – and it didn’t take long before Camila – novitiate camila – was being transferred to somewhere her skills might be a little better utilised.

It was beautiful to be back in Spain, but it hurt. Camila didn’t expect it to ever stop hurting – but she was resourceful. She learned new skills, swore she’d never again have to plunge into icy water to end a fight, and she never wrote home. She didn’t even think of home, she didn’t think of her sisters or her mother, she didn’t worry if her father was drinking himself to death or if her mother had fallen back into that sad empty stupor.

She forgot her name, she laid it to rest, she’d died in that river.

She had to have died in that river.

She never expected it to stop hurting - those sorts of wounds don’t; they ache forever, and worse in the winter.

The first winter after her death is a quiet one. Spain is cold, as cold as it ever gets. Balmy compared to Caithness, but of course - she’s never lived in Caithness, wouldn’t know the difference - doesn’t miss the wind that makes your face burn.

Instead, she is swallowed entirely by a cathedral that is as beautiful as it is deadly – surrounded by women who have their own hidden, aching wounds. Camila has never been religious, but there is something about the OCS that makes the act of worship - the act of honing a body to a razor edge and sending it out to cut and dress an offering - far more real than stale bread and watery wine.

Camila is adaptable.

Camila is adaptable, and resourceful, and so painfully lonely it has almost stopped hurting. But then, on Christmas eve, or very very early on Christmas morning, long after midnight mass, long after she should have been tucked into her narrow bed, she sits at a piano that sounds like it’s older than the church itself, and she plays. She plays quietly, delicate with the silence thick around her, afraid to shatter it with a duff note. She plays and she hums, and she tries with all that she has not to think of home.

Shannon, Sister Shannon, Warrior Nun and honoured leader of the OCS in spirit and body, finds her sat staring at her hands in silence. She folds her long, lethal body to sit beside Camila at the piano bench, smiles a rueful smile.

They don’t speak of much, but the memory of that conversation – of the sleep hazy chill, sat shoulder to shoulder with a woman who Camila is supposed to believe carries a shard of the divine – that memory sits heavy for a long time.

It sits heavier after Shannon is gone. It sits heavier when Sister Beatrice stands at her shoulder in tight-lipped silence, a wan smile and faint assurance that Camila’s second field mission will go better than the first. It settles into a steady weight after that, a pressure on her bones that makes her creak at the hinges as she hacks into police databases and hijacks security cameras – as she storms strobe lit laboratories and shoots glowing arrows at a demon she can see only in the carnage it leaves behind and the fear in the eyes of the resurrected woman running from her.

The new pain and the old pain burn together for a while, as the weather draws in and the skies darken and the new warrior nun runs from them time and again. Lilith is killed, and Camila sees the weight on Mary’s shoulders double – couldn’t hope to understand the history but recognises the ache in the stoop of strong shoulders.

She’s had scars aplenty, collected them like badges of honour for a while – had them pinned upon her by more hands than she could count. The scars the OCS gives her are a little different, a little deeper. They’re cleaner than the memory of barbed wire that gives texture to the field of poppies that wraps her bicep, or the burn that silvers the swords on her forearm. Camila doesn’t even see them anymore. She’s carried worse, is under no illusion that she will carry worse once again. At least her scars and her aching, burning wounds are of this world. Camila knows her pain, knows its cause and can tell when the weather will turn an aching to a gnawing.

Under fluorescents once again, with an invitation this time – cool glass and air conditioning soothing the weight of cloth and hood, she watches Ava bend the laws of physics and fall into Beatrice’s arms as if her gravity was suddenly greater than earth’s. There are scars there too, she knows, but the two of them together look set to soften each other’s sharp edges.

Camila has never had a scar ripped open again, guards old wounds carefully like any good soldier; the skin is weaker there, aches to bleed once more.

Lilith rends a tear in the skin of the world, falls through a door and a hole in reality, here and alive and raw and as confused as Camila is. They sit together, and Camila chooses to smile, chooses to dress another’s wounds. They sit together for a scant few hours, and Lilith weeps and burns with a pain that Camila can see will break her. Camila has dressed more wounds than she can count, but there is no gauze for this, no salve to ease the fear in Lilith’s eyes.

Camila is not patient, and it is for the best – their days run helter-skelter into chaos, they roam far and wide, they unearth a monster, commit the most brazen act of destruction of property Camila has ever attempted.

They are betrayed.

Camila is not patient. They run again, lose Mary to a sea of clawing hands and screaming. She dresses a deep gash in her own thigh, cleans masonry dust from Beatrice’s grazed forehead, washes the blood from Ava’s knuckles even as the halo sews skin back together.

They run, but at least she’s free of the habit. They run, from the church and the demon they released - and from their own sister.

Camila had seen that Lilith’s pain was too great to bear. Sometimes, she wishes she was wrong about these things – that practice didn’t make perfect.

Ava’s curious hands find the scars on her arms, trace the ink that hides them. Beatrice deftly re-stitches Camila’s thigh when she pushes too hard, when blood soaks her third-hand cargo pants and draws attention that they cannot afford.

Lilith comes to her, sometimes – in the darkest part of the night. The first time, Camila draws steel against her, has a knife to Lilith’s throat in a half second of adrenaline. Her fear drives the blade into flesh that hisses with fire as it heals, silvered and scaled and whole again. Lilith’s eyes burn too, in the dark – her words burn, acidic, angry – at everything and everyone. She stays just long enough to insult each of her sole surviving sisters, but Camila can hear the grief laying thick behind the fury.

Mother Superion sends them coordinates, sends them into warehouses and factories, sends them after whispers of twisted miracles. She sends them into fistfights, gunfights, fights for their lives. She sends them to fight for the lives of others – Ava learns a hundred ways to tell her sisters of the possessed – shorthand gestures, a change in posture. Camila would swear sometimes that Beatrice reads the thoughts straight out of Ava’s head.

Sometimes, Mother Superion sends them coordinates to slaughterhouses – the fight they anticipate already long over, the remains of their enemies left - bloody afterthoughts, or offerings.

Lilith’s visits track slowly westward, cataloguing the scattered safehouses and motels that mark their journey back to Malaga, to the fluorescent-lit labs and hungry cathedrals that began this. She appears in fire in courtyards, on roofs, in graveyards – never again setting foot in whatever bare space Camila is sleeping in. The first thing Camila sees each time Lilith steps out of the fire and into the light is the delicate silvered scar over her right common carotid – the artery hidden under scales that catch and throw light like cut glass.

Lilith comes bloodied and grim, comes silent, comes roaring her fury, comes weeping her failure. Lilith hunts Mary, haunts those who might have taken her. Camila aches, carries the weight of another loss - wishes she’d named herself Judith as she’d crawled from the river, counts the lost causes as they sit around the breakfast table.

Camila is not patient, but she is observant, and she has learnt the skill of walking diagonally toward something you want so as not to spook it into flight. Camila is not patient, but she is resourceful; she has learned how to be many things to many people, so it is a pleasant surprise to be asked to be no one other than herself. Camila is not patient, but there are some things she is willing to try for.

Lilith comes for the last time in the evening, stumbles from shadows trembling and bleeding. Lilith has never appeared where Beatrice may see her – has not faced Ava since the Vatican, but now she falls to her knees not two steps from the aged sofa they’re resting on. Camila jolts from the table, scatters half-fletched bolts and oiled blades in her hurry to press hands to Lilith’s bleeding wounds. Lilith trembles under her hands, bloodied up to her hairline and gasping for every breath.

She says Mary is gone and the shape of her sprawled here makes sense. She says Mary is gone and Beatrice turns to stone, Ava the only one able to voice her pain.

Mary is gone, Lilith weeps, scaled hands upturned, head bowed in supplication. All of Lilith’s scars are highlighted in silver. Camila runs soft hands over rough-plated shoulders, warmth burning beneath her palms.

Camila isn’t patient, but she has some knowledge of passing through death and having to press on through the other side of it. She has some experience of walking back into a home and finding that all of a sudden it sits wrong in the shoulders and the sleeves are too short and someone has moved the table 3 inches to the left. Camila isn’t patient, but she is sorry.

Later, when Lilith has cried herself out, Camila will coax her upright and cajole a mug of tea into her hands. She will lead her gently by the hand into their dingy bathroom to wipe the blood from her brow, she will press the softest clothes they have into her shaking hands. She will tuck Lilith beneath a pile of blankets and sit with her until exhaustion takes her. Then she will check on the rest of her sisters. Then she will cry.

Now, Lilith weeps into her shoulder, presses her forehead into Camila’s collarbone hard enough to hurt. Camila lets her cry, hushes hands up and down a shivering spine. Camila is not patient, but she understands that a vessel can only contain so much before it spills; before it cracks. Camila cups the back of Lilith’s head and presses her lips to the only place she can reach - the only place she deserves. The scales had looked like glass each time they drew her eye, but they are warm, soft. Beneath her lips Lilith’s pulse runs fast and strong.

Camila isn’t patient, but some things are worth waiting for.

#whoops this is over 2k #camila my beloved #Lilith my fave sopping wet beast of a woman #I just have a lot of feelings about them ok #Inflicting my Camila backstory on you all you're so welcome #This was v fun I have not written in Months sorry it is rusty #Anon prompt #Warrior nun #Siggy writes things

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artknifeandglue · 8 months

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WIP Whatever-day!

Because this piece has taken so much work today that I now have a headache, and sharing (the suffering) is caring. Have an excerpt from the first draft, y'all.

Tagging @lovingherwasgay because we are both suffering with exams in various ways lol

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Over eggs and bacon one morning, Harry lowers the newspaper in front of him and looks at the chipped mug of coffee by Eggsy’s plate, horribly out of place with the words HANDS OFF MY MUG, YOU CUNT plastered across the side in stark contrast to the bone china of Harry’s teacup. Plodding footsteps echo from the staircase and down the hallway into the dining room as he takes stock of the things that don’t belong to him but have surfaced in his home anyway: a coat in the wrong size on the hook by the doorway; the pair of oxfords not in his size sitting by the shoe cabinet where their owner leaves them every single time despite Harry’s near-daily reminders to put them away; the box of absurdly sweet breakfast cereal with no nutritional value whatsoever, perched proudly next to the coffee machine as though that space was never empty; the second toothbrush by the bathroom sink where there was only one before; the sleepy brunette currently padding into the dining room, rubbing his eyes and colliding with the doorframe on his way in, still in his pyjamas with his hair sticking up at odd angles. Instead of all of this making his head spin, the realisation settles into a quiet sort of clarity, as though this is how it ought to be.

Still, Harry waits until the end of breakfast, when Eggsy’s coffee has disappeared from the mug, his plate is empty, and all that is left of his cereal is a lonely blue Froot Loop sitting at the bottom of the bowl, surrounded by a few spoonfuls of milk tinted an unappealing colour by copious amounts of food colouring. As Eggsy scoops it up with his spoon, Harry bites the bullet and asks, “How do you feel about moving in?”

The spoon pauses on its way to Eggsy's mouth, a drop of milk dangling dangerously and threatening to fall onto the placemat. Harry drops his gaze to his own nearly-empty plate, cutting the last mushroom into half and spearing it on his fork just to give him something to do in the unbearable silence. A second passes, and then he ends up being the one to break it anyway. “Of course, you don’t have to if you would like to remain-”

“Yes,” Eggsy cuts in, and Harry looks up in time to see his shocked expression give way to a delighted grin. “Obviously yes, Harry, I want to.”

Relief and joy swell in Harry’s chest, too much and just perfect and crowding out almost all speech except the words I love you. “Excellent,” he manages to say when his throat finally unsticks. “Will you need help with your things?”

“Nah. Haven’t got that much to pack, and I can get Rox to help. She’s been offering for ages.” Eggsy tips the last bit of cereal and milk directly into his mouth and swallows. “Can I bring my stuff over tomorrow?”

“You can do as you like,” Harry points out, “since it’s now also your house. You live here.” With me, he wants to add, horribly sentimental as it is. You live here with me.

“Sweet. Thank you, Harry.” Eggsy is smiling again, this one beatific and soft and gentle, the way he smiles only when they are alone. What Harry wouldn’t give to keep that smile, to keep Eggsy like that forever, bright and brilliant and happy.

He shelves the thought, because now isn’t the time for impassioned declarations of love. “I’m glad you’re open to it,” he answers instead.

“Open to waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life? Fuck yeah.” Eggsy’s chair scrapes against the floor as he gets up, now-empty bowl stacked neatly atop his plate as he carries his dishes to the kitchen sink. As he passes Harry’s chair, he leans down for a quick kiss, leaving on Harry’s lips the faint taste of sugar and artificial fruit and in Harry’s chest the fierce warmth of love.

Every morning for the rest of their lives. What a prospect.

#kingsman #harry hart #eggsy unwin #hartwin #fic #how to word

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destinygoldenstar · 2 years

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Can we give Mikey a hug?

Did Dhar Mann listen to NOBODY that said they did NOT like the dare video?

Welp! Do it with Mikey!

Have Jayden, the normally innocent character, ENSLAVE HIS BROTHER as a dare.

Basically, as fun, Mikey makes a bet with his brother to play with him. Whoever wins a Minecraft game gets to boss the other around for two days.

Okay, I did say Mikey needs a redemption arc.

Well, Jayden gets to boss Mikey around because he won.

First off, Mikey admits the iPad was no threat to him since he’s used to not having it. (Characterization points I guess) But Jayden takes it away anyway, ‘forever’.

This could have been meaningful for the two brothers to learn to understand each other, like Jayden bossing Mikey around to get him to be better in ‘his eyes’, only to learn that Mikey has boundaries and a free will that shouldn’t be taken away in order for him to become better.

But no, instead it turns into slavery. Jayden forces Mikey to make lunch, not talk to his friends, do all the homework ever, do all the chores, this and that.

And when confronted about it to his mom, and his friends, they just LAUGH.

They claim that Jayden putting Mikey in labor and silencing him is the BEST THING EVER.

I don’t remember the name of the other kid (not Jay) but Mikey seriously needs to stop being friends with him! And I thought Jay liked Mikey’s recklessness half the time! Derailment!

Yeah, when someone is banning someone else of free will, that’s a REDEMPTION. That means the person is getting better! That’s TOTALLY NOT AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP.

Here’s my advice: If you want to get better, you don’t rely on someone else to fix you. Not your siblings, not a friend, not a romantic interest. You don’t want to be in a relationship of any kind where the sole driving force is that they’re a fixer upper. They can’t fix you. The only person who can make you become better, is you yourself.

Now, it’s fine to give people advice for becoming better, but don’t take over their lives or their identities. That just makes the problem worse.

This is deemed as completely acceptable behavior on Jayden’s end, because Jayden taking over Mikey’s life is actually making Mikey BETTER.

He’s getting better grades, getting invested in school,

And this whole thing WOULD HAVE WORKED, IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FACT THAT JAYDEN WAS FORCING HIM.

Imagine how impactful it would be if Mikey was beginning to do this stuff at his own will, at his own inspiration. That would be a good message that you can find pleasure in things you don’t like.

You can still have Jayden drive it, and give him advice, but the key focus should be on the fact that Mikey WANTS to be better.

But no, it’s from a bet.

So what’s stopping me from believing he’ll just go back to his mean state once the bet is over or Jayden turns his back around?

It’s not getting better if someone is painting better on you. That paint’s just gonna melt off.

Heck, Mikey actually gets mad at the situation!

This kid, Eddie, offers him an easy out on an exam, and Mikey keeps it a secret from Jayden because Jayden will tell him no.

See? It’s not helping.

And when Jayden is ordered to boss Mikey around at the dinner table, he gets mad! And the mom completely sides with Jayden!

Okay, I know it’s about vegetables in that scene, so it’s something he should eat, BUT she takes ZERO interest in her son’s anger of Jayden’s bossing around regardless.

“This is really nice. I wish you were like this all the time, Mikey.”

-PROCEEDS TO HANG OUT WITH THE YOUNGER BROTHER AND HAVE A GREAT TIME, BANNING YOUR OTHER KID FROM BEING WITH THEM, AS THOUGH THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT

Do I need to explain further that this is a bad parent?

I think I said my peace about it already.

Mikey isn’t getting better. He’s being FORCED into being better. It’s deemed as a good thing to have people force you to act like someone you’re not!

That is peer pressure! I literally just said this!

Not all peer pressure is bad. Eating veggies, doing homework, participating, that’s good peer pressure.

Demanding chores, refusing to let them talk to their friends, and forcing them to make you lunch, is NOT good peer pressure.

When someone does this to you, you need to put your foot down!

You need to say, “Hey Jayden! (Or whoever does this to you) I don’t appreciate you trying to make me into someone I’m not! Can you please try to understand me and treat me like an equal? Like an actual sibling?”

I’m just gonna list the dialogue in one scene to prove my point:

Mikey: “Guess I’ll just eat the ice cream”

Jayden: “Sorry, it’s time for us to study for the final!”

Mikey: “No! Give me that back!”

Jayden: “Was that a NO I heard you say?!”

This is something you’d hear from an abusive relationship.

Out of context, who would you say is being the abusive one here?

It sure doesn’t sound like Mikey!

But Jayden’s peer pressure makes Mikey snap and reveal the cheat sheet Eddie gave him. Jayden, because it’s Jayden, demands he doesn’t use that, but Mikey says “NO! I’M FED UP WITH YOU TREATING ME LIKE SOMETHING I’M NOT! AND YOU CAN’T FORCE ME!”

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That’s deemed as WRONG of him to do.

Jayden is treated like he did nothing wrong and that he’s helping.

I do believe he’s helping, but he’s approaching it in a bad, harmful way. He needs to be called out.

BUT MIKEY LAUGHS EVILLY AT THE END OF HIS STATEMENT, THAT MEANS MIKEY’S IN THE WRONG BECAUSE MIKEY’S THE BAD KID!!

...somehow.

But then Jayden comes in at the last minute to boss him around again, and he saves Mikey from failing his education.

So because Mikey did what Jayden said, Mikey’s better!

Not because he did that on his own accord! Oh no no no!

You can’t change on your own!

You can’t learn to avoid negative peer pressure on your own!

(Also why does one exam make you graduate? That’s not how it works)

“Well, I guess you’re the smart one in the family after all.”

Yeah... no.

Here’s how I would’ve fixed the video:

Mikey and Jayden do the bet. Mikey loses and Jayden wins, meaning Jayden gets to boss him around.

It starts off fine, like Jayden telling Mikey to do his own laundry, eat vegetables, and do homework. Mikey’s a little unnerved at first, but he’s forced to oblige, and he learns that his brother’s advice can be helpful, like with the math question.

But then that concept goes into Jayden’s head, and he starts abusing his power, like demanding Mikey make him lunch, do all the chores, not talk to his friends, and all that unhealthy stuff. It makes Mikey rightfully upset and feel as though it’s unfair, and seeing his mom like this and hang out with Jayden laughing while Mikey’s banned from being around them, causes him to turn to Eddie for advice. Eddie states that who Mikey was before was perfect, and he learned a lot from him, therefore, he’ll cheat on the final.

Mikey’s friends don’t react the same way they do in the actual video. Though the other kid might, Jay’s actually more understanding towards Mikey’s feelings when he learns what’s going on. He tries to get Mikey to play basketball with him, but Mikey can’t because Jayden told him to do all kinds of other work.

Jay admits he misses the reckless Mikey sometimes, and that though some parts of his friend need fixing, Mikey himself has a say in what he can do. So Mikey decides to play basketball.

Jayden finds out and gets upset, and Mikey lashes out (no evil laugh though), expresses how his brother doesn’t try to understand him, and that he wants to feel free to be him. So he resigns from the bet and goes to Eddie for the cheat sheet on the final.

However, the rejection of Jayden’s bossing around actually helps Mikey much, as he finds a way to figure out the education through what he likes. (Note: Jayden notices it all) And Mikey ends up doing something worthwhile for his education without anyone telling him to. He changes at his own will.

He chooses not to cheat. At his own will.

And instead of jumping to the graduations, we SEE Mikey make this choice! We SEE him decide not to take out the cheat sheet, and study at his own accord.

THEN we go to graduation, and we fully have our faith that Mikey changed, instead of making that some plot twist for some reason

Jayden questions why Mikey didn’t cheat afterwards, and Mikey tells him that he can do some smart things if he actually puts his mind into it. Jayden apologizes for his bossiness from before, and offers to understand what Mikey needs to help him.

Then, at the last scene of the two playing Minecraft, Mikey doesn’t use a cheat code. Instead, we have Mikey showing his brother a trick he figured out, and Jayden listens and they succeed at their task in the game. SHOWING, not telling, that there’s such thing as good and bad peer pressure, and knowing what you should, and shouldn’t listen to can move forward to healthier relationships.

There! THAT’S how I would have written this video. It’s not good, but it’s better then a bad message and telling kids that people bossing you around is healthy and beneficial 100% of the time.

#Dhar Mann #Bad messages #Rewrite #peer pressure #children

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Hi Sebby I know u said this was a safe space and :( I really need to vent :( I just failed two important exams and I’m screwed :( i wanna cry and hide inside my blankets forever:( it also doesn’t help that I feel so alone lately:( i moved to another city this year and ugh, i miss my pets, my friends, my family, everything:( i also don’t have time for anything lately, i've been so busy I feel like I’m gonna faint at any moment :((((((

hiii my angel!! it absolutely is a safe space and you’re always welcome to vent here my love. i’m so, so sorry to hear about the exams and how you’re feeling right now. is there anything you can do about the exams, like re-sits at all? <33

i completely understand the isolating feeling, but moving away and being on your own is such a huge step and i’m so proud of you for doing it!! i know i can’t be there physically, but remember you’ve always got me to talk to and offer up any sort of comfort!! please take care of yourself my love. please make sure you’re eating and drinking. i know it can’t fix everything, but it’s a good first step. <33

i love you so much and i hope you have a lil bit of a better day today my angel!! 💖💗💓

#💌you’ve got mail #lilacfairy 13 #💐 these are for you!!

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what i am learning about love 💌

I had always thought love was supposed to be passionate and intense. selfless consuming all or nothing. never faltering. never questioning. that it had to last forever. no mistakes no wrongdoings. just rainbows and sunshine. just the silver lining part. that everything could be overcome and forgiven. always go back to each other. I read a lot of wattpad books if that helps explain things.

But I'm learning that love in simple terms is really and truly just about consideration. That is the highest form of it and the purest form of it. The passion dies down a little. Everyday life carries on despite it. The bad stuff comes into the picture. The flaws of yourself and another person. What’s left is The patience. The prioritising. In the most seemingly insignificant and smallest of things. In the things that you can do yourself or things you would’ve never thought to do but things that… make you feel seen. Make your life easier. Make you feel cared for. Taking care of you in those small moments is so intimate and tender.

It’s my dad driving hours and hours because I’m sick just to hand deliver my mum’s special soup that she woke up early to make for me. It’s him never telling me about his struggles never complaining about the hard work he does solely for his family. It’s him making sure I have enough spending money and nothing to worry about, when hes not even sure if theres enough to pay the bills. Its him feeding me a peeled orange without me ever even saying I wanted an orange. It’s him being kind to me believing in me even when I let him down. Its him in the background making sure Im okay without ever explicitly calling me or asking me.

It's my mum crying every time I have to go back for uni. It’s her discovering royal mail special delivery and cooking a month’s worth of food to send to me. It’s her buying new clothes for us when her coat has a zipper that’s long been broken and pockets coming off the seams. It’s her coming to my flat and washing my dishes and sweeping the floor before her shoes are even off. It’s her asking every night if I ate. How Im feeling. That I should sleep early. Her endless stories and advice and wisdom. It’s her making me feel so safe and cared for everytime I come home. Her making me feel like im still her loved daughter even if im miles away.

It’s my sister that would make hand written letters and drawings for me everytime I came home to comfort me. Its her making me laugh and being silly so we forget about the hard stuff. Her letting me share her bed. Her things. Her telling her friends about me. Being proud of me. Her copying me. Stealing my clothes. Her coming to me and telling me all the little details of her day. Calling me ugly and stupid but never really meaning it. I think.

It’s my brother that seems so aloof and unbothered, but would secretly pay attention to everytime my mum cried. Who would secretly tell me. Who would be a little nicer to her that day. Who would offer his savings money when I’m joking about being a broke student. It’s him carrying the bottom of my saree when it was in a puddle without me realising. Him working extra hard just so he can beat my grades. ( Because he thinks so highly of me obviously)

It’s my friends being so invested and supportive of my exams and my studies that they would cry on my behalf. My friends that believed in me more than I believed in myself. My friends that would dress up and show up for my first holiday alone… even when they don’t even celebrate it. Who would drive for hours just to make my life a bit easier. My friends that wouldn’t let me pay for things… just because. Them wanting to spend time with me. Wanting to see me to do nothing together. It’s my friends who show up with flowers and tiramisu because they know I love them. My friends who run to buy me plasters when I say my shoes hurt. My friends that walk me home. My friends that wait for me to get home. My friends that would call me and let me cry. That would just listen. That would understand why I’m not replying. My friends that would defend me to the death. The absences that I feel so deeply.

I’m reflecting a lot on all these people in my life. It makes me cry my eyes out. Obviously, its not all great and we argue and disagree and do hurtful things. We’re completely different people, its almost inevitable that there will be things that don’t go so well. But I’m learning that doesn’t automatically means that’s not love. It might be a difference in how you communicate. How you show things. How you grew up. It might not be. But itt might. I don’t know that part is still a little complicated for me. I think the essence of it is that I cannot be more grateful for them.

That’s not to say I don’t still believe in a passionate consuming forever love. I do because I think I do. But Ive just grown to appreciate that theres different types of love. And some of them are stronger and long standing and more important to me than romantic love could ever come close to.

Anyway. Im going to hold these people a little bit tighter. Reminisce on the memories a bit harder. And try more and more to show up and show love and always always be mindful about how I act. I have always found it hard to be expressive. I compliment them I say supportive things. I try to spend more time with them and be present in the time I spend with them. I buy them presents. A lot of presents. Yeah never mind actually the only way I show love is by giving people things I think. I need to work on being more physically affectionate. Ive never really been comfortable with it but I don’t want it to be something I regret not doing enough of. I have also never told my family or friends that I love them. Not properly anyway. Maybe written on a birthday card. I want to get better at it. This whole love thing. I want to be someone who gives out love freely and generously. Without being offended when it doesn’t come back. I want to be like all those people I talked about.

#love #valentines day #reflections #spilled thoughts #nostalgia #thoughts #friendship #aesthetic

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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| 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 | Severus Snape

Based on a request made by @harrypotterbiased

Pairing: Young!Snape x Hufflepuff !Reader

Summary: How Snape's birthday party turned into a disaster of spilled sweets, red wine, and sloppy kisses.

Warnings/Contents: mentions of alcohol, heavy petting

Category: Fluff with implied smut

Word Count: 5K

Song: Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles (this is the song they dance to)

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“We aren’t even two days back from break and I already feel like I’m going to fail all my classes! I need another holiday.”

Your friend had slumped down into their chair over a pile of propped open books.

“Maybe don’t leave everything to the last-minute next time?” You suggested. You were barely listening as you were flipping through your own textbook, trying to get ahead of the curve for end of year exams.

“Perhaps I’ll pay that Snape kid to do my potions work. You know Callie Sutton, your roommate? She said he got her an A for only 3 galleons.”

You lifted your head from your books to glare at your friend. They were always trying to take the easy way out. To be fair, you aided them with this quite frequently by offering up your homework for them to copy whenever they wanted. Now that you were in different classes, copying was impossible. “Blake, why don’t you do your own homework and leave Severus alone.”

“You’re on a first name basis with Snape? Could you ask him to do my assignment? Maybe he’ll give you a discount.” Blake started shuffling through their papers and books until they found the one with the assignment on it. “Here ask him how much for this.”

“Blake I’m not going to bother-”

“Please Y/N.” They jutted out their bottom lip and gave you their best puppy dog eyes. “I’ll owe you bigtime.”

You thought it over for a minute. It would give you an excuse to speak to Severus, which you had been dying to do since he shared with you the new spell he created. You loved to pick at his mind, but didn’t get to very often since you both ran in different circles. You sighed and nodded your head half-heartedly.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you Y/N.” Your friend embraced you in a bone-crushing hug.

“That’s enough. Really.” You pushed them away and rubbed your shoulders. “You should’ve been sorted into Slytherin ya know that?”

Blake smirked and ruffled your hair. “Probably, but I’m a proper Hufflepuff just like you. By the way, how do you know Snape? You guys are like polar opposites.”

A small blush crept its way across your cheeks. “We’re both in the slug club.”

-=-=-

Severus was a hard person to track down. He didn’t leave the dungeons very often and you hardly found yourself down there. Finally, on a Thursday afternoon you spotted him in the library. Sat alone and scribbling stuff down onto some parchment.

“Severus?” You approached the table and sat across from him, stuffing your hands in your lap.

He glanced up at you then returned to his writing without a word. “Um, Severus?”

“Go ahead L/N.”

“I’m really sorry to bother you when you look so busy, but I was wondering if you could help me with something?” You unfolded the assignment Blake had given you and slid it across the table. Severus straightened up, set down his quill, and took up the paper. He read over it for a moment, flickering his eyes between you and the paper.

“H-How much would something like this cost?” You had started to chew on your lip nervously. Severus was a kind person, apart for if you really pissed him off. He had this imposing nature about him. Probably from being one of the smartest kids in his year, it was a deserved arrogance.

“No charge.” He folded up the paper and slid it into his robe pocket then took up his quill once again.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded curtly. “Slug club gotta stick together or whatever it is they say.” You got to your feet and took up the books you had set down. “Thank you so much Severus! Blake will be really thrilled when I tell them.”

“Blake?” His quill came to a halt, and he finally looked you dead in the eyes. “I thought this assignment was for you.” He retrieved the paper again and reread it.

“No, it’s Blake’s but they asked me if I could-”

“Sorry. I can’t do this paper.” He dropped it on the table and started packing up his belongings.

“Wait, what? Why not?” You gaped. It didn’t make sense. Now he had some ethical code when it came to doing other people’s papers? Or did he just have an issue with Blake specifically.

“Busy this weekend.” He murmured.

“Busy with what?”

He paused his packing to glare at you. “You don’t remember?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to think of any reason. There was no slug club, exams, or a study session, so what else could he have expected you to remember. Severus must had realized you didn’t have an answer, so he slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking away.

“Severus wait-” but he was gone, and you were scolded by Madam Pince into silence.

-=-=-

Blake was devastated when you told them the news. Complained how their whole weekend was going to be taken up with essay writing and other “pointless assignments”. You kind of tuned them out. Focusing on what caused a sudden shift in Severus’ behavior. Busy this weekend? With what?

“I asked him too Blake and he told me no. Says he’ll be busy all weekend long.” Another Hufflepuff girl had joined in on your conversation, plopping down on the sofa next to you.

“What could he possibly be busy with? It’s not like he has friends or at least none that I’ve seen.” Blake huffed and propped up their feet on the table.

“It’s his birthday this weekend. Slughorn brought it up at the last slug club party.”

Realization struck you. His birthday! That’s why he seemed so disappointed. He talked to you a few weeks ago about it, but didn’t seem too thrilled about the day. He asked if you wanted to spend the afternoon with him in the greenhouse collecting plants for his growing collection. You even agreed to it and now here you were a few days prior to his birthday, asking him to spend it doing someone else’s homework.

“I feel bad now. Maybe we should throw him a party?” You perked up and stared at your friends hopefully. None of them seemed to share your enthusiasm.

“Sorry, I’ve got to spend the whole weekend doing homework now.” Blake muttered packing their things and heading off to their dorm.

“Me too, besides, Snape doesn’t seem like the party type.” The other girl left as well. You frowned to yourself, almost feeling defeated before you even had a chance at executing your plan.

The next two days were spent trying to convince others to attend the party. A few Gryffindors laughed in your face at the invite. None of the Ravenclaws seemed interested in attending such a thing and even the Slytherins you asked were apprehensive to accept. You had managed to get a few maybes from some students and that seemed good enough for you. When you weren’t inviting others, you had been neck deep in party planning.

The house elves in the kitchen were very pleased to make the birthday cake for you and any other snacks you wished for. You were also able to convince Slughorn to give you permission to use an old classroom to host what you claimed was going to be a “study session”. Your most exciting find however, was the several bottles of wine you were able to snag from the Hog's Head. Everything seemed to be coming together just fine, all you had to do was convince Severus to meet you in the room on Sunday.

The day of the party was stressful. You had so much on your plate. Since no one wanted to lend a hand with the preparations everything fell on you. A few of your dormmates were confused why you were spending so much time on a party for a boy they thought you barely spoke to. They weren’t aware how much time you and Severus had actually spent together in the past.

“Do you fancy him or something?”

Your cheeks burned. “N-No! I just…” You paused to look over the girls staring at you, they all had knowing smirks plastered on their faces. “No, I don’t. It’s just Slug club gotta stick together.”

None of them believed you and to be quite honest, you didn’t believe yourself either. You were always trying to get close to the Slytherin boy, but he often kept to himself. You noticed this because at meals he remained at the back of the house table, nose stuffed in some book or focusing on eating his meal as quickly as possible so he could get away from the large crowds of people. When he wasn’t dwelling the dungeons he was in the library. Madam Pince sometimes joked he had nearly read through everything there. Severus never laughed whenever she said stuff like that.

Severus never really laughed at all. You knew he was a bit nice based on how he acted at the slug club meetings, but that behavior failed to carry over into his daily life. Outside those parties, he was cold and closed-off. He had good reason to be as most of the students weren’t too kind to him. It was very easy to set him off, but surprisingly he never snapped on you. Not yet at least. You had hoped that it was because he viewed you as a friend, but you knew deep down it was probably because he didn’t want you to tell the school what happened during 5th year.

You had been studying in the library right next to Severus. It had become a nightly occurrence, sneaking out of bed to study for your O.W.L.s in a secluded corner so no one could catch you out past curfew. It was the day before your exams and both of you had been quite sleep deprived. Severus was sat on the floor, leaning against a bookshelf reciting charms and other spells from his textbook while half asleep. You were across from him lying down in a nook by a large window, listening to him. In his drowsy state, he accidentally hit you with a stinging jinx on your arm. It was the smallest bit of pain, but he was on his feet rushing over to apologize profusely. He kept flicking his eyes from the angry red welt to your lips.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He held onto your wrist as he examined the area.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t. We should probably go back to our dorms though it’s late.”

He nodded his head in agreement but made no attempt to move. He just kept staring at your lips. Kept holding onto your wrist. Then it all seemed to happen simultaneously in slow motion and lightning speed, he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, and they molded against yours perfectly, but before you could thoroughly enjoy the kiss, he had pulled away. Your eyes remained close as you basked in the feeling, but Severus spoke breaking the peaceful silence. “Well, goodnight.” He quickly gathered up his books and his wand and practically ran out of the library, leaving you stunned, confused, and overall flustered.

Severus avoided you for what felt like weeks after that, and when you finally bumped into him in the hallway again he acted like it had never happened. You genuinely started to doubt if it had ever happened. It really did feel like a fever dream, plus it was a completely out of character thing for Severus to do. So, you never brought it up and neither did he.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to sit next to him at every club meeting, or study at the same table as him in the library, or most of all throw him a party that was taking up all your time and energy. The possibility that he would share something with you that he didn’t share with others. Whether that be a kiss or even a smile, you just longed tone something of importance to him.

You left Severus a note telling him you needed to see him, and to meet you in the classroom after dinner. You had no clue if he would actually come, but it didn’t stop you from finishing your party plans.

It was difficult to think of how to decorate a party for someone like Severus. Other than books and potions what did you really now about him? You used magic to push aside all the desks against the wall, leaving the middle of the room empty. Perfect for dancing.

You aimed your wand at the wall and a few Slytherin banners materialized. You put bits of bluebell flames into glass jars and cast a spell so they levitated in the air and sprawled out around the room for some decent mood lighting.

Before dinner, you went down to the kitchens and retrieved the food for the party. It took a few trips, but soon you had quite the spread set up across the desks. Cinnamon biscuits, treacle tart, and tons of pitchers of butterbeer. You had stashed your bottles of wine in one of the drawers of the teacher’s desk. You had convinced Blake to part with their record player, and so that was set up near the front of the room as well.

All you had to do was wait for the other guests to show.

At first you stood by the door, waiting for any sound of approaching footsteps so you could greet the guests, but as time ticked by you ended up pacing the room. Every time you heard a person passing by you perked up, hopeful they would come in, but they never did.

After an hour of waiting you tried sitting down, yet your nerves kept you up and walking around. Surely someone had to come. Just one.

You glanced up at the clock. It was half past six. Severus would be here soon, and no other guests had arrived. How was this meant to be a surprise party? It felt more like a pity party.

As 7 o’ clock neared and no one had shown up. You thought about running back to your dorm to cry over your failure, but then you pictured Severus’ face if he showed up to see you, and you were nowhere to be found.

A frustrated groan escaped you. Getting to your feet once again, you decided to just set up the cake. At least you can sing happy birthday to him. You lifted the cardboard cover from the cake and felt your heart sink. As if the night couldn’t get any worse.

You had specifically requested a chocolate cake that had the words “Happy Birthday Severus!” written in green frosting. You told them they could add a few simple and tasteful decorations, but something must have gotten lost in translation.

The cake before you had the words “happy birthday snake” written on it. They also covered it in rainbow sprinkles and piped tons of buttercream serpents all over it. It looked like it was made for a toddler.

It just felt like one thing after the other. No one shows up to the party, not even the Slytherins. The cake is all wrong-

Your internal monologue was interrupted by one of the floating jars containing a bluebell flame fell from the air and knocked over the tiered cake stand, which had all the slices of treacle tarts on it, onto the floor and it shattered. Porcelain and glass landing all over the food which made it unsalvageable. To top it all off, the pitchers of beverages tipped and spilled all over the place as well.

“Fantastic.” You choked out and collapsed onto the floor. Hiding your head in your hands, you let the tears you had been fighting back all evening flow. You just wanted everything to be perfect. You kept telling yourself it was because you were a perfectionist but as you continued to cry, you realized the tears weren’t for you or your failure. It was for Severus. You had failed him. Now you had spent the last few days planning him a party he wouldn’t even get to enjoy, and you couldn’t even go back to his original plan of going to the greenhouses. It was too late.

A gentle touch on your shoulder startled you and you jumped to your feet.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay.” You used the back of your hands to wipe the tears from your eyes.

Severus stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and shifted his body weight awkwardly. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure the right way to approach it.

“Are you alright?” He avoided looking at you. He didn’t want to see you cry. It wasn’t that it made him uncomfortable, he just knew he would have trouble trying to fight the urge to pull you in his arms if he did.

“Me? I’m fine. But your party? I’m really sorry Severus. I tried so hard, but no one came and then everything broke and I’m just so stupid.” Your voice cracked and you fell to your knees again as your emotions overtook you. It felt like you were feeling everything imaginable. Upset over the pathetic excuse of a party, angry yet embarrassed with yourself for crying in front of Severus, and most of all a strong yearning to kiss the boy across from you.

Severus crossed the room and joined you on the floor. He sat next you and just let you cry. He made no move to touch you or to offer comforting words. Just both of you sitting next to each other, him in silence and you in tears.

Once it felt like you cried enough for a lifetime you collected yourself and turned to look at Severus, who was already staring at you.

“Feel better?” He gave a half-smile. You nodded. “Sometimes it’s good to just let it out.” He added, looking down at his lap.

“I’m really sorry Severus. Really I wanted your birthday-” he raised his hand to silence you.

“It’s fine, really. Plus, I don’t need you to start crying again.” He let out the smallest of chuckles. “Besides, I’m not a party person anyways so things worked in my favor in the end.”

“But the snacks.” You frowned and gestured to the floor littered with soggy, dirty treacle tarts. “And the cake. The stupid cake.” You groaned.

“What’s wrong with the cake?” Severus tilted his head. There was no cake on the floor as far as he could tell. He got up and walked over to the table and scanned its contents.

“You know I may be in Slytherin, but I do have a personality outside of my house.” He said humorously. You turned to glare at him, but nearly choked on your saliva as you watched him suck some buttercream off his long finger. “Tastes good. Though it’s a bit sweet. Shame there’s nothing to wash it down with.”

You scrambled to your feet and rushed across the room. Severus panicked worried he had upset you. “I’ll still eat it!” He sputtered. But you merely walked past him and over to the teacher’s desk and yanked open the bottom drawer. You retrieved one of the green bottles and held it up in triumph. At least there was one thing that had survived.

Severus’ lips curled into a devilish grin when he saw the bottles. He loved wine. He didn’t get his hands on it too often since it was quite expensive, but whenever Lucius and Narcissa invited him over to their home he always indulged in whatever they poured him. He retrieved his wand from his pocket and transfigured two of the flimsy disposable cups into proper crystal wine glasses. He held them up and you uncorked the bottle and filled them much more than you should have.

Both of you brought the glasses to to your mouth and drank. The burgundy liquid was rich and bold. It went down easy. Too easy.

With the alcohol content being so high in the bottles you brought, you were already tipsy after your first glass. Severus, a more experienced wine drinker, didn’t start feeling his liquor until halfway through his third one. The first bottle had long been finished. When you went to grab the next one, you saw the record player and decided to put on one of the random vinyls.

Severus poured himself another glass from the newly opened bottle and downed it just as fast. He could feel this mind becoming foggy and the walls he usually kept up, slowly slipping away.

“I love this song.” You hummed and swayed back and forth awkwardly in the middle of the room. Severus smirked and found himself walking over to you, wine glass still in hand.

“What’s it called?”

“I’m not sure. It’s my first time hearing it.” You threw your head back as you emptied the last bit of the contents from your cup. Severus bit back a laugh. He felt very good right now.

You stumbled forward and took Severus’ hands and pulled him close so you could dance together. In his dazed state, he actually joined you. Setting down his wine glass, he took you in his arms and started swaying. Your movements weren’t graceful or following the rhythm of the song at all. Every once in a while he would accidentally step on your foot which he would slur out an apology for. You couldn’t even call what you were doing dancing. Severus had his arms wrapped around you, head resting on your shoulder, and you had your arms on his back barely able to keep yourself up.

You felt warm to the touch. Severus was basking in the physical contact. Everywhere your skin touched his was aflame. He loved how it felt so he kept nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I’m so glad no one else came.” He confessed.

“Me too. More wine for us.” You giggled. Severus laughed too. His laugh was infectious, so you kept laughing which only made him laugh harder. Both of you just holding each other, laughing while music filled the room. If someone walked in right now they would think you were insane.

“More snake cake too.” He added once recovered from his laughing fit.

“Cake! Oh, Severus we should eat some cake. That sounds so so so good right now.” You extracted yourself from his hold, much to his disappointment, and tugged him over to the desk where the cake rested.

“Should we sing? Or light a candle?”

“No, I don’t think you should be anywhere near fire right now Y/N”

“You called me Y/N.” You blushed profusely, but due to the dim lighting in the room he wouldn’t be able to see it thankfully.

“Don’t tell me you drank so much you forgot your own name?” He quirked a brow. You shook your head and turned back to the cake.

“Let’s skip the signing.” Severus cut into the cake and served you and him some messy looking slices. Both of you sat a little ways away from the table and dug into your dessert. There was something about being drunk that made everything taste better.

“You’ve got frosting in your hair.”

You turned to look at Severus, he had reached out to run his fingers through your hair. Your eyes closed when his hand fingers brushed against your cheek.

“Now you’ve got some on your face.” He had scooped a large dollop of the green buttercream and spread it all over your upper lip and the tip of your nose.

Severus couldn’t stop laughing. You had wrinkled your nose and he thought you looked downright adorable.

“Sev! Why’d you do that.”

He watched you try and scoop the frosting off your face, but instead of wiping it off on a napkin, you sucked it off your fingers. Severus’ breath hitched and he felt his cock stiffen. He wished those were his fingers in your mouth.

“You missed a spot.” He ran his thumb over your upper lip to collect the remaining frosting and without much thought, you stuck out your tongue and ran it over the pad of his finger. Before you could even feel embarrassment from your bold act, Severus had leaned forward to crash his lips against yours.

At first you were taken aback just like you had been the last time he had kissed you, but this time felt different. Much more heated. Ten times more passionate. Perhaps it was the last two years of mutual pining that lead up to this current moment.

You finally let yourself indulge in the sweetest thing, which for once wasn’t the cake, bestowed upon you as your lips roamed over his. You allowed him to explore your mouth with his tongue. He tasted like vanilla frosting. Severus’ mind had been so hazy, he didn’t entirely know where this kiss was going, nor did he want to know. He had you in his grasp finally and that was all he wanted.

His fingers slowly found their way to your shirt, and he cupped your breasts through the material. He trailed kisses across your jawline and then right to your neck, to which he sucked on your skin gently, causing you to let out a soft moan and lean into his touch even more. That seemed like an indication for him to keep going.

“Yes…just like that Sev.” you whispered out as he continued to kiss at every part of your neck. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull him closer to you. The wine had eliminated your typically shy disposition. All you wished for was to run your hands along his body.

Needing to catch his breath, Severus backed away. He stared at the places on your neck where his lips had launched their attack. Several red spots dotted the area, incredibly likely to become a deep purple hickie tomorrow. He smiled at the thought of you walking around with marks all over your body that he put there.

“Sev?”

Severus’ eyes flicked up to meet yours. He felt that overwhelming urge to claim your lips again. He came closer to you, but only rested his forehead against yours. His exhales of breath smelled like wine and sugar.

“I need to know Y/N.” He paused to bring a hand up to cup your cheek. “Do you have feelings for me? Or is this the wine’s influence.” His voice was shaky as he spoke. The inebriated part of him was telling him to forgo the feelings discussion and just ravage your body like he desperately wished to, but the rational side of his brain refused to let him partake in something you would regret once sober.

“Severus I-”

He prepared himself for the rejection. He released his hold on you and sat up straight so his breath no longer mingled with yours. He didn’t want to be tempted to touch you once you rejected him. His head was tilted by your gentle hold on his chin.

“Severus the wine has influenced me.” His heart started to stink. “But not in the ways in which you are thinking. It has influenced me to not hold back the feelings I’ve had for you for what feels like forever.”

He let go of a gasp of air he didn’t realize he was holding in. The smallest of smiles spreading across his face. “I hope you don’t mind then if I do this again.”

He dragged you over to him by your waist until you straddled his lap. He pressed several small pecks to your lips over and over, causing you to laugh. You had sobered up the slightest bit, but you still were uncoordinated. Sometimes you bumped noses before your lips connected or you would start laughing into the kiss. It was such a tender moment. Words couldn’t describe how you felt about the boy below you. Polar opposites attract one another and maybe that’s why you had become addicted to him so quickly.

“Wait, there’s something I don’t get.”

“Hm?”

“I still don’t understand why you switched up on me at the library earlier this week. What happened?” The thought had plagued your thoughts for a while now and maybe now that he was intoxicated he would give you answers.

“My sweet girl you really are daft sometimes you know that?”

“Hey!” You punched his arm playfully and he feigned his pain.

“I’ll tell you everything you wanna know on the walk back to my dorm.”

Severus helped you to your feet, albeit with great difficulty since the effects of the wine still lingered. With a flick of his wand and a wordless incantation, Severus tidied up the room as much as possible. Claimed he would come back tomorrow to finish the job.

You walked back to his dorm hand in hand. There was a spring in your step as he led you through the castle and to the dungeons. Once outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room you gasped.

“Severus! I just realized something.”

“What now?”

“I was so caught up in planning your party, I forgot to get you a gift. I’m so sorry!”

Severus smirked and snaked his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. He ran his hands along your body and snuck them up under your skirt to grip your ass, making you cry out in surprise.

“Oh my dear Y/N.” He whispered the words in your ear, pausing to nibble on your ear lobe. His hands trailed over the waistband of your underwear. “I believe my gift is right here.” He cupped your heat through the thin material and hummed appreciatively when he felt how wet you were.

“Now let’s head to my room so I can unwrap it.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 | 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up

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the-boring-little-pub · 2 years

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Dani x Jamie Fic Recs

Fics are in alphabetical order by author and are not listed in a way that is intended to imply preference. This list will constantly be updated. Most recently added fics will also come at the top of the list.

Recently Added

(02/14/2022) put your love (to the test) / I’ve Got a Problem, Poppins / Five Alarm Fire / (let’s be) Alone Together / The Haunted

Adhallya

I've had the time of my life (and I owe it all to you) (M) – The Dirty Dancing AU.

Anonymous authors

she’s a rebel and she’ll never ever be any good (E) – She’d known Jamie for five years, and she hadn’t tried to seduce or corrupt her once; Not even so much as a wink or a smug grin in her direction. Not that it bothered her. No, she wasn’t the least bit bothered by the idea of not being good or desirable enough for Jamie Taylor.

awriterofthings

Love Light (M) – Dani decides she and Rebecca need flowers in their apartment but she ends up leaving The Leafling with flowers and a crush on the florist.

Love Light: A Series of One-Shots (M) – A series of one-shots based off Love Light. Won't be in any type of chronological order.

Room 224 (M) – Dani hasn't seen her ex-girlfriend in 8 years so when Jamie ends up a coma patient at the hospital she works at, Dani does all she can to take care of her, and if old feelings resurface-- she'll just have to deal with that when the time comes.

backtoblack101

You're Just a Prisoner (And You're Trying to Break Free) (M) – A single weekend, a few months after graduation, has Dani realising (with a lot of help from her friends) that maybe the life she'd spent the past four years building for herself wasn't the life she wanted at all.

You're My Sunday Candy (M) – Jamie was a morning person. Always had been, always would be. Dani was not a morning person. Never had been, never would be. Surprisingly this isn't a problem, because Jamie's favourite thing to do in the morning was wake Dani up.

blake0tyler

and everything is icy and blue (and you would be there too) (M) – There is no way on God’s green earth that Dani would ever voluntarily decide to dress up as a sexy Christmas elf if she wasn’t desperately in need of some cash. And maybe the fact that the girl running the flower shop across from the Christmas market can’t seem to look away.

bk_moonflower02

put your love (to the test) (M) – Set post-Bly, Jamie decides to get a degree. Said degree requires her to study. While studying for an upcoming exam, Dani offers to help. And to be fair, she did try to help.

carrot_garden

guard your shins (like guard your heart) (M) – Dani transfers to the team that Jamie plays for in a World Cup year and Jamie hates the whole situation.

cheryltonis

17 cherry tree lane (M) – Jamie and Dani have been friends since they were eleven years old and their bond has withstood the test of time. but now, just as they’re entering their thirties, Dani’s life has taken a turn for the worse, and their friendship will be tested in a way that neither of them ever expected.

that summer seemed to last forever (E) – The summer camp counselors AU.

ClomWrites

Angels and Coffee (E) – Jamie has a problem, in the shape of an angel who can't make tea to save her life (the Coffee Shop AU).

Drowning (E) – Their first time.

Full (E) – A Motel. Some rain. A second chance.

Hungry (E) – Dani wakes up hungry.

In Sickness and In Health (M) – Jamie does not like being sick.

Inevitable (M) – Sometimes the thing you need the most is standing right next to you. Sometimes it's inevitable. High School AU.

The Sundress (E) – It's a good dress. It's driving Jamie bonkers.

colour_outside_the_lines

Can’t Buy Me Love (E) – The lesbian Pretty Woman AU.

Life in the City (M) – Jamie is a player who never thought she'd want a serious relationship again, until suddenly she does.

Memories of Us (E) – Jamie Taylor had been through a lot of rough things in her life, and at thirty, when it felt like the universe had stopped using her as its personal punching bag, that worst happened. She received a call informing her that her fiancée had been involved in an accident (The Vow AU).

Secret Love Song (M) – When Dani signs up for the foreign exchange program along with her long-term boyfriend Eddie, there had been many things she had never expected that she would be forced to have a long-distance relationship or that she would fall in love with the daughter of the host family she was staying with. (Modern day/College AU).

Stuck With You (E) – Jamie doesn't like her new roommate Dani, she's too perfect, a bit too pretty, and Jamie is far too attracted to her. For months Jamie had been able to put space between them avoiding Dani at all cost, but when a global pandemic hits and Jamie had nowhere left to run she has to face her feelings head-on. (Lockdown roommates AU).

creaturefromspace

mistakes like this (T) – Jamie, Dani, and a game of Spin the Bottle.

strawberry swing (E) – It's Dani's first time living in a single room and Jamie's her RA. After a noise complaint causes a brief interaction between the two, Dani can't get Jamie out of her head.

the sweetest taboo (E) – When Dani receives a letter in the mail from her mom telling her she’ll be coming to visit Bly Manor - along with Dani’s ex-fiancé and his mother - she realizes the only way to get them to all move on is to convince them that she already has. With Jamie pretending to be her girlfriend (and quite convincingly, she might add), what could possibly go wrong?

to wish impossible things (T) – After landing herself in detention for the first time, Dani has a conversation with Jamie that changes her life.

dark_moonflower

Five Alarm Fire (E) – Dani Clayton is a 911 Operator. Jamie Taylor is a Firefighter.

(let’s be) Alone Together (E) – Set near the start of the pandemic, Jamie meets Dani whilst walking her dog. They find that not even the current state of the world can keep them apart. Some people are just meant to be together.

The Haunted (E) – Jamie is a member of The Haunted Motorcycle Club, who returns home after a tragedy only to uncover a string of secrets, lies and betrayal. Not to mention Dani Clayton.

FanAddicted2000

Hell is other people, but not you (T) – Jamie and Dani are going with their life, not really noticing they aren't living it to the fullest until their path crossed. Jamie is raising her baby brother by herself while balancing school and her job; Dani is stuck in expectations that keep her from being her true self.

gooverly

You committed, I'm your crime (push my button, anytime) (E) – Public defender Dani Clayton gets assigned a new case: Jamie Taylor.

letusbebrave

was a willow (and it bent right to your wind) (M) – Everything comes back to life at Bly when the new au pair arrives. Spring arises to meet her, her garden growing mad for that first week. Saturday is when Dani is properly brought into her life. Singlemom!AU.

littlesolo

Caught Between Duty and Desire (M) – The bodyguard AU staring MI6 Agent Jamie Taylor and the future Queen of England, Danielle Clayton (written by littlesolo and thewildtype).

Finally Seen (M) – Dani is Mikey Taylor's teacher and that's how she meets Jamie. She and Jamie grow closer when Dani's old life follows her to Bly. Can they weather the aftermath?

lorelaislatte

shower your affection (let it rain on me) (M) – Seven Minutes in Heaven/High School AU.

the undone and the divine (E) – Hospital AU. Dr. Taylor and Dr. Clayton.

LostGeekMonkeyGirl

do you want some company? (E) – The trucker/friends with benefits au.

n0t_my_name

Bloom Town (E) – It's the summer of 1852 and Dani O'Mara is traveling west to join her husband Edmund in the goldmine town he left her behind in Iowa to establish two years prior. The long journey, she's expecting. The desert heat, she's expecting. The nervous anticipation at the idea of a fresh start out west, she's expecting. She’s decidedly not, however, expecting a gang of outlaws to kidnap her from the train by order of their notorious leader, JT London.

Fair Trade (M) – One life for another.

Incredible Seabirds of the Kerguelen Islands (M) – The perfect storm.

The Land of The Living (M) – Every end a new beginning.

The Longest Night (M) – Sometimes you just want company.

novel_concept26

(above) a boring little pub (M) – In which that dreadfully boring little pub date actually takes place.

at the end of fairytales (where do we go) (M) – For Jamie Taylor, music and magic have always been a mixed bag. For Dani Clayton, they’ve always been just out of reach. Together, touring with rock music’s hottest new band, they’ll navigate love, possession, and an ancient hunger too stubborn to go quietly.

been so good at wasting time (thank god for july) (M) – An unhappily-married Dani living in the suburbs hires a lawn care service run by a woman who strikes her speechless.

blink (M) – Dani and Jamie make it to Flora's wedding.

Control Series Part 1: having so much fun all alone (i wanna let somebody know) (E) – There are things Dani needs, some days, to remind herself who is in the driver's seat of her life. Jamie is more than happy to help, even on the tail end of a pounding headache.

Part 2: she tells me worship (in the bedroom) (E)

Part 3: (how lovely i feel) not to have to pretend (E)

Part 4: (your gift to me is just to be) bracing for the winds i always summon (E)

(could be dreadfully) boring (T) – Boring gets a bad rap, really. Boring can be the best thing in the world.

eligible (G) – With Bly's newest bakery about to open, Dani finds herself roped into a fundraising auction in which she is the prize.

heading into the dark (and we’ve got to hang on to each other) (M) – In which Dani finds little lights to lead her through the dark.

(late night) bargains (G) – In which Jamie wakes before Dani that night.

learning a lot (about being alive) (M) – So much of the story is the same. Dani. The kids. The lake. So much of the story is exactly the same--only, this time, there is no gardener working at Bly Manor.

(my love can be) the killing kind (M) – Peter Quint is the easiest mark in the world, a job without complication. All Jamie has to do is pull the trigger. If only the woman from O'Mara would stop getting in her way.

no fear (don't you turn like orpheus, just stay here) (T) – After the lake, Jamie strives to offer Dani some measure of comfort.

on the hunt (for who i've not yet become) (M) – Au in which Jamie is taken in by the O'Mara family, and Dani grows up wedged between two best friends with dark hair, learning slowly how to fall in love.

postcards (T) – In which Dani Clayton simply can’t sit still.

reciprocation (E) – Five times Dani fell asleep without reciprocating, and one time Jamie did.

something to hang on to (T) – When Jamie buys a camera, she isn’t really thinking about it. It isn't a plan. Isn't for any particular reason.

souvenirs you never lose (M) – Five scars Dani found on Jamie’s body (and one she left behind on her heart).

the beast you've made of me (M) – Dani Clayton has spent half an ageless century carrying the splintered soul of an ancient vampire. Half an ageless century waking, walking, drinking, forgotten by every mortal she meets--until a pub chosen by chance, and a woman who insists on remembering.

the shape of it (T) – They expect the Lady to come, one day. They expect the Lady to take Dani, in the end. They did not expect it to go like this.

there's an art (to life's distractions) (M) – Jamie's only looking to get a particularly detailed tattoo; she doesn't actually mean to fall for the artist.

unexpected (E) – Five things Dani realizes she likes in bed (and one thing Jamie realizes she likes about being with Dani).

universal cue cards (T) – An alternate telling in which the seamstress responsible for Dani's wedding dress is Jamie.

walking with the lady (M) – In which Viola wakes and has an abundance of opinions to share, whether Dani wants them or not.

with one eye open (all i see is you) (E) – In the aftermath of breaking her engagement, Dani Clayton decides if one's going to do a thing, it might as well be done right.

Wedding bells series - Part 1: the key to any problem (M) – Dani Clayton is not looking forward to attending her mother's wedding--especially given the girlfriend she has brought along for the trip is not actually dating her at all.

Part 2: an ocean away (E) – Jamie is off to London for a weekend celebrating Owen's upcoming wedding; Dani, back home, finds certain methods to combat the loneliness of staying behind.

who am i (that i should get to hold you) (T) – You find your soulmate, they say, in your dreams. Dani Clayton has been dreaming of curly dark hair, of strong hands, of a crooked smile all her life. If she tilts her head--if she squints just a little--she thinks she can make it fit.

(you may be) my final match (E) – When Dani Clayton proposes a friends-with-benefits scenario with the local florist, she is only looking to surprise herself, learn how to sleep with women, and have a little fun. She is decidedly not trying to fall in love.

obsetress

and she taught me a lesson alright (E) – As long as it's mattered to Jamie, it's always been her and Flora. always, that is, until Dani Clayton, Flora's year four teacher.

Part 2 - suddenly i took the chance (E) – A collection of oneshots.

kiss me deadly (E) – In the midst of threats from a former employee, Henry Wingrave relocates his niece and nephew, and their au pair, Dani Clayton, from London to his family's country home in Bly. the only problem? Jamie Taylor, the private security specialist Henry's contracted to stay with them while they're there.

Raginage

Friends....with benefits? (E) – Jamie finds herself flirting with the pizza delivery girl, Dani. Jamie finds out that Dani moved to England with a broken heart and while she's not looking to get caught up in anything serious, she is looking for someone she can have fun with, no strings attached. Turns out, Jamie and Dani feel the exact same way, until one of them doesn't.

My Favourite Faded Fantasy (E) – Jamie and Dani have been happily married for six years. However, unexpected complications prove to be too much to handle and divorce seems like it's the only logical thing to do. But seeing as Jamie's mom's wedding is right around the corner, Jamie and Dani agree to pretend they're still happy and in love for the ten days they're scheduled to visit with her.

Private Dancer (E) – Jamie becomes lovestruck with the new dancer at the strip club she lives above.

The Lost Temple of Aten (E) – The Mummy AU. Eddie is visiting Dani in Egypt. He steals a treasure map off that leads to the Amulet of Protection, which is believed to be buried in the Temple of Aten. After speaking with some of the locals, they find out that a treasure hunter named Jamie Taylor might know about the map. They end up tracking her down in an attempt to hire her to help guide them to the temple.

Youniverse Part 1 – I was made for loving you (E) – Based off the TV show "You”. After being turned down by her best friend Jamie, Dani meets a beautiful girl. Their relationship quickly blossoms and it becomes obvious to Dani that Viola is the perfect escape to get over her feelings for Jamie. Jamie slowly regrets pushing Dani away as she discovers that Viola seems too good to be true. Something just isn't quite right with her.

Part 2 – The times Dani was a total bottom (E) – A collection of one shots.

randomcactaceae

Between chlorine and troubled waters (T) – As the new swimming training seasons starts, a new member joins the team. Danielle Clayton, an art student who was a swimming superstar back in her high school in America. And Jamie can't stand her. She's just too perfect.

Shananigans402

Obstacles (E) – Dani suffers an existential crisis that has her fleeing everything she has ever known in search of freedom and maybe even love. Dani never expected that she'd wind up teaching at a secondary school in England. She also never expected to have her life turned on its head after a chance meeting with a mysterious and confident young woman who, unfortunately, just so happens to be a student at her school.

Part 2 - To All of You (M) – Obstacles follow-up oneshot collection.

sigmalied

Afterglow (M) – Thirteen years of a loving relationship, built, explored, and cherished.

Part 2 - The Evergreen Letters (M) – Afterglow Universe: how Jamie realises she’s in love.

Inflorescence (E) – Dani stares into the calla lilies, admiring the contrast of ivory spathes suddenly blushing deep violet around the spadices delicately protruding from their cores. They’re a bashful sight; shy, secret, and vulnerable. Yet completely hopeful - even from the protective embrace of their gentle petal sheaths - for a chance to proliferate. Affection and yearning coil like a mass of vines through Dani’s chest as she thinks, in awe, about how incapable they are of hurting anyone.

Skairipa_100

I’ve Got a Problem, Poppins. (M) – Jamie Taylor is a MI5 agent who never lets anyone get too close. Love is weakness, she believes. When her team is assigned as the protective detail for Wingrave and his family, Agent Taylor realizes she has a problem: she’s falling for Dani Clayton, the American au pair she has been assigned to protect. When the mission goes terribly wrong, Jamie finds herself trapped with Dani in a foreign country and separated from her team.

StoryMachine

Can you help me look after Mikey? (T) – Jamie needs to go on a grocery run and asks Dani to help her look after Mikey. She may have teased her a bit, may have flirted with her a bit. It's not like Dani doesn't flirt back though, so it's all harmless, right?

The Archery Contest (M) – Dani's father is forcing her to choose a husband. So she gets Jamie to dress up as a man and enter an archery tournament her father hosts to win her hand in marriage. Then, the two friends can live out the rest of their days without ever having to marry, only with Jamie having to throw on trousers every once in a while for an appearance.

takemebacktothenightwemet

36 steps to heaven (M) – There's a theory that you can fall in love with someone in 36 questions. Dani's psychology teacher puts the study to the test, by pairing her with none other than Jamie Taylor. The girl she hasn't been friends with for years.

Just another high school romance (M) – The abandoned school bathroom had been left to rot over summer. Jamie found herself hiding there from AP English that she certainly wasn’t in the mood for, when the bathroom door swung open. Dani’s perfect boyfriend and perfect planned out life isn't what she wants anymore, and she needs someone to help her realise exactly what she wants. Enter Jamie Taylor.

therestisjustconfetti

For the Love of Football (E) – When Dani finds out that one of the top football clubs in England wants her to come and play for them in the upcoming season, she jumps at the chance to cross the pond and play abroad. She's quickly thrust into a whole new world of the game and discovers that the captain of her club's top London rival might just be the biggest distraction she's ever come up against as a player.

We've Got a Problem (E) – A love like theirs is as rare as a moonflower. And they're grateful that the flower shop has a private back room. Flower shop scene.

thewildtype

Give It A Go (E) – The College AU staring soccer star Jamie and Dani "I still haven't declared a major" Clayton.

Imagine Me & You (& Our Friend Owen) (G) – Jamie has a less than positive outlook on marriage, but when Owen convinces her to attend an engagement party as his plus one, she meets a charming stranger that just might change her mind. (For the_boring_little_pub.)

Yes, Miss Clayton (E) – There's something about Dani's teacher voice that riles Jamie up.

totheflame

the sweetest little sting (M) – Jamie works at a dive bar in New York, Dani wanders in one night on accident, a slow burn ensues.

#dani x jamie #damie #the haunting of bly manor #dani clayton #jamie taylor #ficrec #fanfic #damie fic

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A sweet thing happened to me today and I'm still agdjkshsj about it, so gonna write this headcanon forgive me lol;;

MC Telling the Brothers and Dateables They are Beautiful

Lucifer:

They are curled together on his bed, Lucifer reading from a book and MC laying against him with their eyes closed

They sigh before opening them to look at him, taking in his features in the dim light of the room

The way his dark hair frames his face, his ruby eyes looking calm for once, his whole frame finally relaxed as he holds them close

They smile softly and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek

"You're so beautiful, Luci."

He turns his head to face them, the slightest hint of color on his cheeks and his eyes slightly widened at the compliment

He is used to being called beautiful, and usually dismisses it with a wave of his hand and a sneer, but when it comes from MC, it makes his heart flutter

He smiles in return and leans in to press a soft kiss to their lips, "Thank you, beloved. But you are the beautiful one here."

Mammon:

Mammon and MC are sat at the table in their room, studying together for an upcoming exam

They look over at him and take in his handsome features, giggling at the srcunched up face he makes with a pencil set on his upper lip

He notices them staring a smiles teasingly, pointing his pencil at them, "Starin' cause ya can't get enough of this demon, huh?"

They grin in return. "Staring cause you're so beautiful, demon."

They swear they see smoke come out of his ears as his eyes widened and he covers his hot face with his hands

"H-Hey, c'mon, don't be sayin' stuff like that so easily! Gonna make my heart explode or somethin'! Geez, ya weird human!"

They laugh warmly and pull him in for a hug, planting kisses on his cheek as he continues to whine; but doesn't ask them to let him go

Leviathan:

The two of them are sitting on the couch, wrapped up in each other as MC is on his lap and their chin resting on his shoulder

They have their arms wrapped around his back playing there own handheld, but slowly lean back to get a look at his face

His brows are scrunched together in concentration and his tongue is peaking out between his lips to indicate his focus on his game

A small cheer comes from him suddenly as he beats the current level he is on, a beaming smile coming to his features as he looks at MC

They sigh almost dreamily as they look at him and press a kiss to his cheek, "You're so beautiful, Levi."

Short circuiting doesn't begin to describe what this demon feels, as his face flares up and he almost throws MC completely off of him

"H-How could you say something like that to someone so g-gross like me, MC!? Are you crazy!? Did you hit your head or something!?"

He tries to get up and run away, but MC tackles him to the ground, and covers his face in smooches, determined to get him to believe the loving things they say about him

Satan:

MC and Satan are set in the library together, he with his nose buried in a book, and MC looking out the window

They hear him make a small 'Hmm' sound and look over at him, noticing his brow furrow and his fingers rubbing his chin as he is deep in thought

They take in his features and the way his blonde hair falls over his eyes, smiling to themselves as they look him over; they find him so handsome they can't help but stare

"You're really beautiful, Satan," they mumble, as if to themselves, but he looks up at them and blinks a few times before a flush spreads across his face

"I don't think that is something a normal person would say to a demon of all beings, but I appreciate the compliment," he speaks after clearing his throat

"I mean it though," the assure him, stepping up from their seat to lean over him and give him a peck on the lips

His flush only deepens and he tries his best to give them an angered expression, though his heart is doing backflips in his chest

Asmodeus:

MC is sitting with Asmodeus outside on a little bench during lunch, chit chatting about how things are going in class

They stare at him for a moment as he speaks, and kind of absent-mindedly admire him and how excited he gets when talking about things he enjoys

"You're beautiful, Asmo," they hum when he stops speaking, leaning their head on his shoulder

He squeals at them happily, wrapping his arms around them. "Well thank you, my dear, I appreciate you admiring my beauty.~"

"No, I mean you are beautiful. Not just your looks or body or anything like that. You're soul is beautiful to me. I love seeing how happy you are when you talk with me."

He pauses for a moment while looking them over, only for his eyes to get teary and he only hugs them tighter

"Oh MC, you're such a kind, sweet soul! I love you so so much, thank you!" Smothers them in kisses lol

Beelzebub:

MC, Beel, and Belphie were hanging together in the common room, watching movies together while crowded on the couch

Once it was late in the night and time for bed, Beel scoops up his sleeping twin to take him to bed, and MC walks along side him

They watch how gently he places his brother in his bed and tucks him, and he turns to smile at them, pulling them into a hug so they can climb into his bed together

Once cuddled together under his blanket, he places a small kiss on their forehead, and they hum happily, but pull away a bit to take in his sleepy features, tucking his orange hair out of his face a bit

"You're beautiful, Beel-y," they sigh, and he tenses at their words, feeling his face warm up; he's never had someone call him that before

He blinks a few times before letting himself relax again, the smile coming back to his features, and he kisses them on the head a few more times

"I think you are more beautiful than me, MC. But thanks...I love you."

Belphegor:

Curled up on a pile of pillows, MC and Belphie are laying on the floor of the planetarium, looking up at the sky through the glass roof

He points out different stars and constellations, giving them little stories about each one; but they can't help but stare at him as he speaks

The soft light from the stars and moon make his purple eyes shine, and he has the softest smile on his face, one they don't get to see too often

They lean in towards him and place a kiss on his cheek, cuddling into his side. "You're so beautiful, Belphie."

He squirms a bit, turning to face them with a forced scowl on his face. "Eww, don't call me that," he mumbles, but his actions betray his words as he wraps his arms around them and pulls them close

"I mean it though," they giggle in his arms, and he dramatically rolls his eyes, but the flush in his cheek gives away that he likes the compliment

Diavolo:

MC is sitting across Dia's desk, working on some paperwork that they offered to help with

Diavolo is out of his uniform, a simple black shirt with his sleeves rolled up and his shirt buttons opened to the middle of his chest

They look up from the papers, and find themselves admiring his physique, as well as his handsome facial features, loving the golden eyes that look at them so fondly

"You really are beautiful, Diavolo," they say affectionately, making the Demon Prince look up suddenly with a slightly dumbfounded look

But his face breaks out into a giant grin as he chuckles and leans his arms on his desk, reaching a hand out to take theirs

He pulls their hand towards his mouth to place a kiss on their knuckles, nuzzling their skin softly

"You flatter me, MC. I don't deserve such a compliment, but it means the most coming from you."

Barbatos:

After what seemed like forever, MC was finally able to have some time alone with Barbatos

They were having tea in his room, a lively conversation going on between the two of them

MC smiled warmly at the butler as he spoke, listening intently while taking him in; it wasn't often they were able to seem him actually be still and get a good look at him

"Is something the matter?" he asked suddenly, noticing how hard they seemed to be staring at him

They laughed softly, shaking their head. "Just admiring how beautiful you are. I rarely get to see you like this."

Usually the stoic demon, his eyes widened by the slightest fraction and his cheeks darkened with color as he cleared his throat and looked away bashfully

"It is not often I hear someone refer to me as 'beautiful', but I happily accept the compliment, MC," he replied, smiling broadly at them

"I hope you get used to me saying it more often than, especially when I get to be alone with you," they added, making his blush only deepen

Simeon:

MC is set up in Simeon's room, helping him tend to his wings in private, since he is not used to having them on display while in the Devildom

He needed to have them preened; his old feathers removed to make room for his new ones to grow in

As they help him, they look over the white feathers, eyes slowly moving to gaze at his face, taking in his soft features as he enjoys their hands on his wings

They giggle to themselves, and sigh openly, "You're so beautiful, Simeon."; They feel his wings shutter against their hands, spreading a bit in front of them

He covers his mouth and clears his throat a bit, their words sinking in; he has been told before he is a gorgeous angel, especially by those in the Celestial Realm; but it feels so much deeper, more meaningful when it comes from MC

A deep flush has spread across his cheeks and he has a shy smile on his lips as he turns to face them; "Th-Thank you for saying so, MC. I...wasn't expecting that though..."

He reaches out to pull the close, his wings softly closing around their form as well. "You are an amazing soul, never failing to surprise me so."

Solomon:

MC and Solomon are sprawled out on his bed, MC's head on his stomach as he is laid out with a book in his hand

They roll to their side, still laying on him, as they look up to his face as he continues to read

They take in his greyish-brown eyes, his features relaxed and his hair lazily in his face; they don't seem to notice that he is now looking at them as well, a smirk taking over his lips

"Something caught your eye, hm?" he teases, a hand coming up to brush again their cheek; they simply smile and kiss his palm

"Just admiring how beautiful you are, Solo."

His face deadpans for a minute, the slights hint of color on his cheeks, before he busts out in laughter. "MC, you say the silliest things sometimes."

"I mean it!" they huff, shifting to pin him to the bed and glare down at him, still laughing heartily

His smirk only deepens as he leans up to kiss the tip of their nose. "I guess I'll accept it; but only because it's coming from you."

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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when they find you sleeping

pairings : Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: probably some swearing but all fluff otherwise 😊

a/n: i love how they just got longer from first to last lol anyways I took a lot of naps this past weekend because it was a long weekend for me so I thought I’d write about it 😊 enjoy!

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Akaashi could’ve sworn you sounded so stressed on the phone when you had called earlier. He had only imagined the worry in your eyes and he could practically hear you pacing in your room.

“Please?” You begged, gripping the phone to your cheek. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Akaashi sighed, glancing at the clock that was in the gym, calculating how long he figured it would take him to walk to your place, “Fine. I’ll pack up and you better be ready to actually review with me! Not just goof around like last time,” he scolded you gently.

“Mhm! I will!” You told him, a smile in your voice as you hung up. Akaashi just shook his head slightly. The things he would do for you.

It didn’t matter that practice had run late and that he was starving. It didn’t matter that he really wanted to go home, eat something, and go straight to bed. It didn’t matter because the most wonderful person was waiting for him to come over and he would do anything- absolutely anything, to make you smile.

But when he got to your place, he couldn’t help but smirk seeing you on the floor. For someone who seemed so stressed earlier, you didn’t seem stressed now. There you were, on the floor, curled up and using one of your old plushies as a pillow, sleeping the night away.

The boy just shook his head as he smiled, glancing around the room at the familiar smell of your mom’s cooking. He grinned, knowing that you had saved him a plate because you knew he was hungry, because somehow you always knew exactly what he wanted.

By the time you had opened your eyes from what was supposed to be just a small recharge, Akaashi had licked the plate clean and was going over the study material.

“Hey! You were supposed to study with me!” You whined, rubbing your eyes open with one hand as you swatted at his arm with the other.

“You were supposed to be awake to study with me,” he pointed out with a smile because you were the most perfect being he could ever lay eyes on, even if you had just woke up from a nap.

“Okay okay okay I’m ready, test me!” You asked eagerly, holding up your textbook to him, shaking your head awake so you could concentrate.

Akaashi just watched you for a moment, that smile of his reaching his eyes as he just looked at you. He asked you some questions, going over some study material and both of you finding it easy to talk things out with someone else there. He watched you as the two of you studied, just glimpses here and there. He loved you, even if he had never said it before, he did. And maybe, if this exam went well, he would tell you.

Kenma couldn’t help but feel just a bit of guilt in him as he found you passed out on his couch. His eyes drifted to the screen on his phone, noting that you had been over for at least 2 hours now and he had only now taken the time to realize where you were.

You had shown up a few minutes early, beaming sunshine and all things perfect like you always did. But even though the two of you had planned this movie night for weeks now, Kenma just couldn’t find it in himself to leave his game yet. “It’s alright, Kenma!” You had smiled, noting his hesitation. “Go ahead and finish whatever level you’re on. I’ll set everything up!”

It wasn’t out of character for Kenma to lose track of time, especially when playing a game, but this time, he felt extra guilty about it. There you were, on his couch, hugging a blanket that you probably brought for you to cuddle under during the movie, with the TV screen now sleeping because it had been too long, and a bowl of popcorn that had gone cold on a nearby table.

Kenma tried to think of what to say when you eventually woke up. He didn’t want to make you mad, because despite his actions in the last few hours, you really were the best thing that had ever happened to him (Kuroo liked to remind him of this all the time). Maybe... he could just go back and keep playing? No that would make things worse... right?

“Ken?” You grumble, sitting up slowly as you notice his presence in the room. He jumped at the sound of your voice, watching you carefully, as if gauging just how upset you were. “Oh! Are you all done now? Can we start?” You asked excitedly, still smiling so wonderfully over at him.

“...You’re not upset with me?” He asked carefully, sitting down next to you slowly.

You gave a small smile and just shook your head, “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you. Even if that meant waiting on you.” You gave a little laugh at his somewhat stunned face, giving a bit of a whine when you realized the popcorn sitting there. “Damn, I knew I should’ve waited to get it ready. Now it’ll be all cold.”

Kenma shrugged and pulled the bowl onto his lap and tugged you closer to him, “It’s fine, we can always make more. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

You snuggled into him, glad that you didn’t have to imagine him next to you anymore, “It’s alright. But maybe next time, just warn me you’re still playing so I don’t come over too early,” you teased and his cheeks turned red as he nodded.

Kenma wouldn’t be able to tell Kuroo later what the movie was about, even though Kuroo thought he was crazy for not paying attention.

“Who doesn’t pay attention to movies?” Kuroo scoffed.

Kenma just shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as he thought about his night with you. “It’s not that I really like the movies. I just... like being with her.”

“Have you even told her yet?” Kuroo nudged his best friend, raising an eyebrow. “Girls won’t wait around forever, you know.”

Kenma just sighed, knowing his friend was right, but there was just a little something in him that made him wonder if you already knew how he felt. “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you,”... you hadn’t meant love love... had you? The thought tugged at Kenma’s brain all day long until he had had enough of it. It was starting to effect his gaming at this point because all he could think about was you. That’s it, he told himself with a huff. I’ll tell her today and just get it over with.

Even though he decided on it so hurriedly, Kenma still gave the words he would say to you a lot of thought. This wasn’t like a game where he could try again later. He had one shot at this... and he wanted it to be perfect.

Ushijima should’ve sent you home. He had tried at the beginning of practice, but he should’ve been more firm. He scolded himself a little internally, shaking his head as he kneeled next to your sleeping body, which was lying on top of a makeshift pillow made from your jacket. You must’ve been so tired after class today and yet, you insisted to Ushijima that you wanted to walk home with him like usual.

“Who is that?” Goshiki had whispered not-so-softly as the rest of the team started to leave the gym.

“Come on, Goshiki. Don’t you pay attention to anything other than volleyball?” Shirabu scoffed in response, glancing at how gentle the giant of an ace was being as he sat down next to you. “That’s the Ace’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Goshiki repeated, as if he hadn’t ever considered Ushijima having a girlfriend. And he hadn’t. Because Ushijima always seemed so devoted to volleyball, it didn’t really cross Goshiki’s mind that there could be something else.

“Now now, children,” Tendō laughed, wrapping his arms around the boys’ shoulders, grinning proudly, “If you’re going to gossip, at least get it right. Y/N is not Ushijima’s girlfriend yet.”

Ushijima couldn’t care less that the topic of choice for the team was his romance life. He wasn’t even really paying attention as their voices disappeared from the large gym. Although, he had wished they would be just a little more quiet since you were in fact, sleeping.

“Y/N,” he spoke gently, brushing your hair from your eyes slightly. His hand moved to touch your cheek, an instinct that he wasn’t quite sure where it came from, but hesitated and pulled away instead. “Y/N, it’s time to go home.”

You stirred a little at the comfort of Ushijima’s voice, mumbling something as your eyes fluttered opened. “All done?” You asked, a yawn interrupting you half way.

A small smile tugged at Ushijima’s lips as he watched you, offering a hand to you and helping you stand, “I’m sorry you’re always the one waiting for me,” he apologized gently, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you pack up your things.

“I don’t mind, Ushijima,” you beamed up at him. “It’s not like you don’t do things for me,” you pointed out as you watched him grab your bag from you, always insisting that he help you carry things when he walked you home (even if you only had the one item).

The two of you left the gym, the rest of the team still lingering about and everyone wishing their goodbyes. You gave a smack onto Tendō’s arm as he laughed about you falling asleep, teasing you about being a baby who needed a nap.

“Is that really what you get when you’re the ace of Shiratorizawa?” Goshiki was gaping, a little starstruck over you. Sure, he had seen you around before but you just seemed a little too ethereal for him to think of you anything less than an angel.

“No,” Ushijima interrupted before Shirabu could, not even bothering to look at his underclassmen. “She’s one of a kind.”

Reon and Semi couldn’t help but laugh as Goshiki blubbered out an apology, hoping the ace hadn’t thought of his words as rude or anything, but Ushijima just walked away, clasping your hand in his as he said goodbye with you to his best friend.

You should’ve been more surprised that Ushijima’s fingers were now interlaced with yours but it felt so natural that you didn’t realize that it was such a moment until you got home. The two of you spent the walk home talking about anything on your mind, you even managed to make him laugh a few times with how silly or dumb your thoughts were.

Ushijima gave you a small smile as he handed you your bag at your doorstep. And for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he just told you how he felt right now. But your parents called you inside and you eagerly waved him goodnight, sending him one of those adorable smiles you always seemed to save for him.

So maybe not tonight... but he would come back tomorrow morning with scribbled notes on his hand about things he wanted to say to you and a pastry or two because he wanted his confession to be as sweet as you.

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realcube · 3 years

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you flinch during an argument pt2

navi | masterlist | part one

thank you to anon for this request

characters ♡ sugawara, bokuto & akaashi

tw ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, mentions of ashes/cremation & parent! reader in bokuto’s

KŌSHI SUGAWARA

♡ a grimace; the expression sugawara had been wearing for the last 10 minutes as he bickered with you in the kitchen while cooking his meal prep

♡ “i just don’t understand why you need to study for hours on end. at this point, i think you’re just making excuses to avoid me.” sugawara spoke, his incomprehensible tone making it impossible for you to decipher whether he was being kind or condescending, or whether that last comment was supposed to be a joke

♡ “why would i do that?” you inquired innocently, keeping your gaze fixated on preparing your own meal. honestly, he didn’t deserve even a shred of your attention after elongating the conversation to no end. “exams are less than a week away and if i don’t pass then the last two years will have been for nothing. not that i’d expect you to understand.”

♡ you acknowledged that was a low blow, but your mind told you to just blurt out the first thing that you knew would make him shut up, and it unfortunately worked.

♡ immediately feeling a wave of wave of regret wash over you, you shuffled over to his place at the kitchen counter, pressing your cheek to his arm to show affection before muttering, “sorry, i didn’t mean that. please don’t take it personally, kōshi.”

♡ usually an act like that would put an end to one of your silly squabbles but today was different

♡ out of the corner of your eye, you noticed something come flying towards you and — contextually — it didn’t take long for you to figure out that it was sugawara’s hand

♡ that was enough reason your mind need to take the following course of action: your arms shot up to shield your the side of your face while your knees bent, brining you closer to the ground while your eyelids squeezed shut

♡ although after a few without the expected impact, your eyes fluttered open and you dropped your guard, allowing yourself a few moments to collect yourself before looking up at your boyfriend who’s demeanour had changed completely from a few seconds ago

♡ now, his face was pale and his jaw was tight. as for his eyes, not so long ago they were faux-soft, now it was as if he had witnessed a crime; his pupils were constricted and his eyes were wide. he still stood tall as always but he appeared to be frozen in place, with his arm — that you had deemed a threat — looming above your head

♡ you glanced up for a moment just to take a look, and upon noticing how his hand was cupped, you realised that his intention was to pat your head. it was a gentle gesture which he did often to show affection so you couldn’t help but wonder why you’d ever assume he was going to inflict harm on you

♡ “(y/n)!” he finally managed to choke out, hastily retracting his hand back to his side, “are you alright?”

♡ you were unsure as to why he was asking such a question, considering that he didn’t even lay a finger on you, but you answered none the less, “i’m fine, are you?”

♡ it was clear that you didn’t think much of your actions, which made sugawara even more concerned. if he were to be completely honest, he wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and prattle on about how much he loved you and how he would protect you with his life for hours on end, but he knew that’d be an immature way to deal with such a situation so acting in an adult fashion, he stood at a respectable distance from you and spoke concisely

♡ “why’d you flinch?” he blurted out, feeling like a complete idiot as you replied almost immediately with, “i’m not sure.”

♡ your nonchalant and unaffected attitude made him wonder if he was making a big deal out of your simple action, since you didn’t seem that bothered by it at all. however, his morals spoke louder than logic and told him that he needed to resolve this issue, even you didn’t view it as such.

♡ “i swear i’d never do something like that.” was all he could think to say. so he decided it was best to stay silent right now, allowing you to head up to your room to study without another word spoken.

♡ the next hour or so was spent trying to think of something to say to you. evidently, he was at a loss for words and all he could do was bury his face into his arms and mentally curse himself for being so confrontational over such a trivial problem

♡ eventually, he came to the conclusion that you’d probably want some space so for now, he’d allow you to study in peace and come out to talk when you are ready

♡ but he is still sugawara, so expect there to be a place of sliced fruits outside your bedroom accompanied by a little motivational note

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ arguments with bokuto only came once every blue moon since you both seemed to agree almost all the time, and even when you didn’t, bokuto would either apologise within less than a minute or simply oblige because he hates seeing you mad at him, or just mad in general

♡ but sometimes — no matter how much he apologised — you’d still resent him for whatever he did, and a part of him just felt like that was so unfair. perhaps it was a childish thought, but why can’t you just understand that he made a mistake and move on? after all, he always learns and it’s rare that he makes the same mistake twice, so why are you still angry?

♡ plus, he always forgives you immediately when you do something wrong. he just wanted the same treatment and he realised this at the worst moment possible.

♡ “saying sorry won’t fix it!” you barked, wiping away the tears as they fell from your lashline. your skin felt like it was on fire but you paid no mind, just focussing on remaining stable and not losing yourself to a crying fit, “it’s gone forever now, i hope you are happy.”

♡ bokuto seeing you upset more than anything, and knowing that he was the cause of your tears only made things worse. he felt so worthless.

♡ the only words combatting the voice in his head telling him that he couldn’t do anything right, were the ones reassuring him that it was simply an accident and that if he had known that there were ashes in that jar, he would’ve been more careful when walking around it.

♡ “i don’t know why i take this from you.” he muttered under his breath but still loud enough for you to hear. of course, you thought you had misheard him as you knew him better than to say something so audacious, “huh?”

♡ “i don’t know why i take this from you!” he repeated, but this time he lunged forward to yell it right in your face so you’d hear him for sure. “there’s nothing i can do to fix it now, so why can’t you just forgive me?! i’m so sorry and i’d do anything to make it up to you yet you are still so fucking nasty to me! no one wants to be with a stubborn bitch!”

♡ blinded by rage, it took him a few moments to realise that you weren’t standing as you were before he lunged at you, but rather you had stumbled backwards and were now on the ground with your hands raised in defence

♡ as much as he wanted to continue with his momentum and yell at you while you were down, his subconscious acted fist by outstretching his hand to help you up, “(y/n), why are y--”

♡ he cut himself off as something finally clicked in his mind, helping him realise that he was the reason you were on the ground. you must’ve flinched and fell backwards when he suddenly moved towards you, but why? i mean, it’s not like he was gonna hurt you. so were you just surprised? well, if you were just shocked by his movements you probably wouldn’t be defensive and appear terrified.

♡ upon coming to this conclusion, bokuto dropped down to his knees and shuffled towards you, evidently having calmed down as his cheeks were no longer red with fury and his eyebrows had separated.

♡ “i’m so sorry.” he mused with wide-eyes, his blank expression and stare kinda scaring you as not even for a moment did he release you from his gaze.

♡ ‘sorry’ appeared to be the word of the day

♡ “i’m sorry too, kō.” you admitted, lowering your head and allowing the hair that hung down in front of your face to shield you from bokuto’s penetrating stare. “i know you didn’t break it on purpose, so of course you are forgiven.” you knew the feeling of frustration all too well, and you were ashamed that you were cause of it for bokuto.

♡ like magic, your statement pulled bokuto out of his trance and back to reality, where he was able to beam and throw his arms open to offer you a hug, “you don’t need to apologise. c’mere!”

♡ you hesitated at first, but there was truly nothing more comforting than the sight of bokuto’s bright smile and glistening cheeks under the golden sunlight which seeped in from passed the blinds; it was almost angelic. hence you found yourself leaning into his arms without a second thought, finding solace in the way his shaky breath tickled the warm skin of your neck

♡ though he didn’t say much in the moment, the image of you cowering in fear away from him will permanently be inked into his mind

♡ but that’s not to say his words didn’t have an effect on you

♡ your kid grew up knowing endless forgiveness and tolerance from both you and bokuto, as whenever you saw your son’s golden eyes gaze up at you through a stream of tears, all you could see was bokuto, and all you could hear was him calling you a stubborn bitch

♡ it was almost funny how your brain made that correlation, but rather than laugh, you simply smiled and kneeled down in front of your son, cupping his cheek in your hand, “it’s fine. i forgive you.”

♡ the poor boys glossy gaze flickered between you and the shards of the mug he had chosen for you scattered across the floor

♡ his teeth gritted together, presenting an expression of anguish which was only highlighted by both of his fist curling into balls before he lunged forward to throw his arms over your shoulders and bawl into your chest, “i’m so sorry!”

♡ you pouted, glancing between your son and bokuto who just stood with an awkward smile on his face, watching the scene while knowing full well that it was mostly his fault for entrusting a fragile mug to a four-year-old

♡ although, it wasn’t as if you could stay mad at either of them; you love them too much

KEIJI AKAASHI

♡ arguments with akaashi were rare. after all, communication is key in a relationship and he ensures that you both tell each other everything. hence you can see the irony in the situation where his order of transparency is exactly the reason you were so pissed off.

♡ “please tell me what’s wrong, dear.” akaashi almost whispered, trailing behind you like lost puppy while you stormed towards your front door in order to lead him out

♡ “i’m tired, i said i‘ll tell you later.” you groaned, feeling guilty for being so impatient with him but you truly didn’t have the energy to argue or explain how you were feeling tonight. really all you wanted was to get some rest and discuss everything in the morning but akaashi clearly felt like there was something deeper that needed to be unpacked first.

♡ “you say that but you’ll probably be too tired tomorrow as well.”

♡ you quirked a brow, taking a pause and leaning against your doorframe just as you were about to lock him out, “and so what if am? goodnight."

♡ “don’t be immature.” each word sharper than the last, they stung your eyes.

♡ “tomorrow, akaashi. love yo—"

♡ the next few moments were a blur. It was as though your body reacted on it’s own to seeing akaashi reach out towards your face, so without a moment of consideration, you found yourself jerking away from his touch; appearing alarmed while your heart rate skyrocketed for reasons beyond your knowledge

♡ once your mind was finally able to comprehend what happened and absorb the context, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that he outstretched his hand so he could tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ears, an act of affection he performs often yet it just happened to slip your mind

♡ akaashi yanked his arm back to his side, staring at his hand — eyes filled with disgust — as if he were presented with a murder weapon. despite that, his self-loathing was short-lived as he immediately inquired, “are you okay? do you need water?” he wasn’t really familiar with the ideal procedure he should take in a situation like this, so he used his judgment which told him that water was the solution to most problems, hence this should be no different.

♡ before you could deny his offer, he was already rummaging through his satchel in search of his water bottle, and once he found it he was quick to hand it to you

♡ after taking a few sips of water, you placed his bottle back in his bag and zipped it up for him, “thank you.” you murmured, not sure as to whether you should apologise or just play it off as if nothing happened. however, guessing by the dazed look in akaashi’s eyes, it would be safe to assume that these events have been permanently inked into his memory

♡ for the first time ever, he was truly at a loss. usually people would look to him when in trouble – or even danger – but now he was the threat, the cause of your stress

♡ perhaps it was because of how long you’ve been together, or maybe it was due to the fact you converse so often with him, but you could read akaashi like an open book. where others see a deadpan, dull setter; you see your boyfriend who is just in desperate need of affirmation from time to time

♡ a few minutes ago, you could’ve sworn you didn’t have enough energy to smile or communicate your feelings but here you were now, wearing the sweetest grin you could muster and humming in a honeyed voice, “i really do love you, keiji. and i’m not afraid of you either.” to emphasise your point, you leaned forward to plant a brief kiss on his cheek and tuck an imaginary loose strand of hair behind his ear, all while he stood speechless. not that you expected a reply anyway.

♡ “i love you too, dear.” akaashi finally uttered after an elongated period of silence.

♡ it was amazing how much you could tell simply from his eyes. his irises no longer vibrated as if they were pending an eruption, and pity behind his gaze seemed to have dissipated slightly. there was still somewhat of a glassy look to them, but he could say the same about yours.

♡ “goodnight. i’ll message you in the morning.” he smiled, mimicking the kindness in yours well as he turned around, promptly heading towards the bus stop with a final wave of his hand

♡ and he didn’t lie either. not only did he text you goodnight again, at exactly 6AM you received a notification from none other than akaashi himself reading:

♡ ‘good morning, sweetheart <3 how’d you sleep? i’m about to head to the shop, do you need anything?’

♡ although you denied his offer, he ended up buying you your favourite drink anyway

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

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