#I think I'll put some more in tomorrow just to fill in some spots but other than that Im satisfied

[queenquinzel715]

Jethro Gibbs An undercover job turns to romance

Wrd count: 4,313

Warning: adult content, knife cutting (no self harm)

Jethro Gibbs (I know nothing about the military protocols so just believe it lol)

(Y/n) P.O.V

My morning was going just like all the others. I'd wake up, eat breakfast, fill my travel mug with coffee, and go to work. However halfway through my eggs, bacon, and toast when my cell phone rings. I sigh as I place my book down, and answer.

"(L/n)." I answer.

"(Y/n) we need you to come in. We have a… well the best type hinky." I hear Abby's cheery voice.

"Okay I'll be right there." I hung up with her.

I quickly get dressed into my scrubs, pull my hair into a high ponytail. Once on the road I make a quick stop for gas, and a couple drinks for my fellow colleagues. As I walk into the NCIS building I greet security and others as I get into the elevator. I hear heavy metal music as the doors open, and it brings a smile to my face.

"Good morning, Abby." I smile at her as I place her big gulp next to her quick fingers.

"Y/n you doll." Abby gives me a big smile before she takes a sip.

"What's the big hinky?" I laugh at her excited smile.

"Well this morning Gibbs and his gang had a call to this military housing neighborhood, and found a newlywed couple completely torn apart." She informs me.

"And?" I push because I know there's more by here turning to the computer screen.

"I've already found a handful of murders that were just swept under the rug, because they didn't have any sort of evidence." She walks over to a table. "Until I figured out the weapon is both a hunter's knife, and a scalpel." She then smiles in triumph.

"It's like you're a psychic, and you just give us pieces to throw us off." I laugh with her, but it's short lived by Special Agent Gibbs walking in with a box full of evidence.

"Abby, this is for you. (Y/n) I need you upstairs." He walks back toward the door. "Thanks for getting her here, Abbs." He says just as he walks out.

I give Abby a quick look before quickly walking to the elevator. Gibbs and I stay in silence the whole way until we get to the group looking at multiple people's pictures on a screen.

"(Y/n) great." McGee says. "We need you to go on an undercover operation. I just need you to pick a male that will pass for a Marine." He runs off like I knew what he was talking about.

"Gibbs?" I look at him with a pointed look, hoping he'd fill in the spots.

"We know the killer is going after newlyweds, so you are the bride." He smirks once he's finished. "I already have an idea of who it is, but of course we need to prove I'm right. I picked you for this." He ends his speech there.

"Okay." I turn to McGee. "What do I need to do?"

The rest of the day I'm given a crash course on how the undercover business works, and once I was done with my three hours course I found out that Gibbs is going to be my husband. I returned to the gang's area, and saw Gibbs watching the others talk.

"So my dear husband, how will our wedding work, hmm? Quick courthouse, or are you just gonna throw me over your shoulder like a caveman." I joke as I sit on the corner of his desk.

"Well I was thinking the club over the head would be easier." He smirks at me when I gasp. "You asked."

"So seriously, does this start immediately today?" I ask, grabbing the file about the suspect.

"You are a free woman until tomorrow night, and then we will sign the marriage certificate. I will get my uniforms, the address we will set up, and we will begin then." He puts away his belongings, and as he stands he pulls on his coat. "Chinese or pizza?" He asks.

"Chinese." I respond as I follow behind him.

This has been a new norm for me and Gibbs for a couple months now. I was pretty bad when I had to end my engagement, because my fiance was sleeping with our neighbor. An entire five year relationship down the drain. I didn't leave the lab for two weeks before Gibbs and Abby came knocking on my door. Apparently Abby had some concerns for my sanity so she went to Gibbs, and he came straight to the lab. Ever since then he has taken me to dinner every other day, or brings me dinner in the lab.

Tonight, we sit inside a little Chinese restaurant eating in a comfortable silence. With Gibbs I've learned, to much relief, I don't have to speak unless I absolutely want to.

"How's the boat coming along?" I ask as we throw away our trash.

"Pain in the ass." He chuckles.

-next morning-

I walked into the office a little bit early with coffees, and sat at Gibb's desk until I saw DiNozzo walk in with Kate in a heated discussion.

"Oh please DiNozzo all because you think it's him doesn't mean it is." Kate rolls her eyes at him, but lights up when she sees me holding a coffee cup in the air for her.

"(Y/n) you've read the files right?" I give DiNozzo nod in response. "Okay so don't you think it's Corporal Simon. He just fits every creepy fib." He acts like he's shaking.

"All because he's creepy doesn't mean anything, DiNozzo." Gibbs says before I could open my mouth. "And you. Why are you at my desk?" He says in my direction.

I simply hold up the coffee cup.

"Aw lovely wife boss." DiNozzo gets smacked in the back of the head for that.

For the next couple of hours I'm with Abby in the lab testing blood samples, fingerprints, and retesting the little bit of evidence for the past murders. By two in the afternoon Gibbs came to the lab to collect me, and my bags to go to our new home. Once there we five the whole moving in show I'm giving direction to Gibbs and DiNozzo as they carry furniture. Inside I'm dying of laughter, because every time Gibbs gives me a side eye I know he wants to tell me something smart. We had pizza delivered and sent DiNozzo back to the office.

"How do you want the sleeping arrangements to go?" I ask as I clean up the trash.

"Well I usually fall asleep in my boat." He speaks in a voice full of normalcy.

"Gibbs! That's not good." I fuss. "You told me "you can't do things that harm your body, or we won't solve shit" and look at you breaking your body down." I continued to fuss, and didn't realize Gibbs had gotten up from the table.

"Yea. I know." His voice comes right behind me as his hand drops the fork into the sink. "Then tell me where to sleep." He looks into my eyes.

"I put bedding in both rooms, so just pick one." I nervously turn back toward the sink.

"I'll take the room closer to the living room just in case." He grabs our bags by the doors, and goes toward the rooms.

Over the next couple days Gibbs, Kate, DiNozzo, and McGee have ran around the entire Marine Base to find who's actually the murder, but since I'm the stay at home wife I'm doing home things. I've taken broken down boxes to the trash, messed in the garden in the front yard, and went grocery shopping at the grocery store on base to meet other stay at home wives. As I'm taking the groceries into the house I hear a female yell hello through the front door. I secure my gun in the waist of my pants before walking to the door. A brunette woman is standing with a big smile, and a wrap covered plate.

"I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to say hello, and welcome you to the neighborhood." She smiles at me. "My name is Christine."

"Well that's so kind. I'd invite you inside, but the place is a complete mess." I give a smile as I take the plate.

"Oh I understand. I just wanted to drop off some sweets, and let you know if you need anything I can help. I work in the main office, so I can pull some strings." She gives me a wink.

"Well that's comforting to know." I laugh. "Thank you again, but I have to get dinner started before my husband Jethro comes home." I give a small wave as I shut the door watching her walk down the driveway.

I place the plate on the counter as I call Gibbs.

"Yes Mrs. Gibbs?" He answers.

"I was wondering when you will be back. I just met the most wonderful person." I vaguely respond.

"Be back in an hour. Everything okay?" He asks quietly.

"Yes, perfectly fine." I reassure him, and he hangs up.

Just like clockwork, an hour later Gibbs, and Kate walk through the door. I'm pulling the chicken out of the oven as Kate walks into the kitchen.

"Smells great (y/n)." She comments.

"Thank you. I love cooking." I hand her a plate, which she takes with a great smile.

"So who was this neighbor you met today?" Gibbs gets to the point as I walk to the table where they have everything set up.

"A woman named Christine. She didn't exactly say she was a neighbor, just that she worked in the main office and could pull some strings in case I needed anything, and handed me the plate of cookies there on the counter." I say pointing to the still wrapped plate. "Told her I had to get dinner ready for my new husband Jethro." As I fill him in on what else happened in my day I'm fixing both of our plates, because I realized he hasn't even looked in the kitchen direction.

"She does have access to high documents, and can cut through a lot of red tape." Gibbs informs me, and gives me a thank you nod when he takes the plate.

"Wait, can I see the witness report again?" I ask, and Kate hands it to me.

I read through the report, and found where a witness saw a brunette white woman, with long legs, short torso, and pointed face. I place the paper down as I point out the passage I read.

"This describes Christine." I inform them.

"I figured." Gibbs sighs. "We'll follow up on this in the morning. Thank you." He holds up the paper as he drinks the rest of his beer.

Once dinner is over Kate leaves. Gibbs goes to the garage, and I to the bath. I can't help but think how this is so simple for us. How we fit into the role perfectly, but I know it has to end. After I clean the rest of the kitchen I come out to find Gibbs glaring at the evidence board from the garage door. I take his empty bottle, replacing it with a new one.

"You already know who's doing this, don't you?" I lean against the table.

He leans next to me with his arms crossed.

"My gut tells me it's Christine. The evidence we have points to her office." He shakes his head.

I give him a hum in response as I stand on my feet. I can feel his eyes watching me while I walk toward my room. I do turn back at him with a soft smile before going to the door. I throw on my tank top and shorts for bed, and end up just laying there in frustration. I haven't had any sort of touch since my ex, but I can't do anything like that here with Gibbs' falcon hearing. I lay there for three hours until I've had enough, and I throw the blankets off me. I grumble under my breath as I open my bedroom door, but I quietly walk down the hall to the kitchen. I pull pb&j stuff out only for the garage door to open. I grab the large knife from the knife stand, and throw it at the door, only for it to get stuck in the doorframe.

"Whoa! It's me." Gibbs holds his hands up as he comes into the light better.

"Oh my God Jethro I'm so sorry." I run toward him, but he grabs my hand before I could grab his.

"Good throw." He keeps my hands into his one while he pulls the knife out of the wall.

"Good throw?! Gibbs, that's all you can say?" I keep freaking out.

"I thought it was Jethro." He looks into my eyes with a smirk.

He lets go of my hands to go put the knife back. He then starts making a sandwich.

"I…well..it just came out." I stumble over my words, and my face heats up.

"I think you should get used to calling me Jethro." He keeps his back to me while he speaks.

I'm too nervous to say anything, but he soon turns with two sandwiches in his hands. He holds out one to me with a paper towel wrapped around it as he takes a bite of his.

"Thank you Jethro." I smile as I take the sandwich.

We end up sitting on the counter, and Jethro telling me stories. We laugh, I joke about his military days, and he jokes about my technical "support" skills. The sun is starting to rise as my eyes become heavy.

"You should go get some sleep." He softly says.

"You're right, but so should you." I look over at him as he gets down.

"I will." He softly holds my arm as I get off the counter.

We separate into our rooms, and he is gone by the time I wake up. I stay inside for the day, and just watch movies. My phone rings as I'm stepping into the bath, and it's Jethro. I sit on the side of the tubs as I answer.

"Yes Jethro?"

"I have pizza for dinner." He simply tells me.

"That's nice." I sarcastically respond, trying not to laugh.

"I'll get you garlic bread. What is that noise?" He has the most annoying hearing.

"That is the bathtub water running." I run my foot in the hot water.

"I'll be there in an hour." He then hangs up causing me to laugh.

I'm too relaxed to hear the front door opening, but when I hear doors opening I call out for Jethro. When I don't get a response I slowly get out of the bath, wrapping my house robe on. I'm about to reach for the gun I have in my nightstand when the door is burst open. I give a scream of surprise, but I'm quickly shut up by a gun being pointed at me. Christine comes creeping into the room with a hard look in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I keep up the act, hopefully I can stall until Jethro gets here.

"Living room, now." She demands.

I timidly walk to the living room with my hands raised, and slowly sit on the couch. I watch her look around the living room, and kitchen before she comes in front of me. She points her gun at my head as she sits on the table directly in front of me.

"So tell me how long have you and hubby been together?" She asks, sounding sweet.

"Y..year." I look confused.

"Ahhh newly newlyweds." She stood to go over to the bag she had put on the loveseat. "I was with my husband for six years before we decided to get married." She turns with rope and a knife in her hands. "We then were married for two before he was deployed. He was a Marine that was sent overseas, obviously that's all he could tell me. I was kept in the dark the whole time while my husband was tortured by terrorists." She takes her seat back on the table. "Tell me what do you think Jethro would do if you were taken."

"I…I don't know. I'd hope he'd help me." I shake from her moving the knife closer.

"Sad isn't it? Shouldn't the answer be something on the lines of "he'd burn the whole world apart" or "he'd never stop looking"?" She cuts the arms of my robe open to the elbow. "You want to know what the US military does to help their Marines?" I scream from her cutting a short cut going down my arm. "Quiet!" She shoves pieces of robe into my mouth. "Four men died because the US tried to play into the terrorists computer, instead of simply allowing the terrorists into the Union, and they would let the Marines go." She cuts another line. "They could've said they would allow it, get the Marines, and then grab the terrorists!" Her voice gets louder as she goes.

I see movement from the corner of my eye, but I keep watching Christine move the knife around. She goes to cut my arm again when the front door, garage door, and backdoor open.

"Freeze NCIS!" I hear from my three favorite people.

Jethro comes in through the backdoor, DiNozzo through the garage door, and Kate comes in the front with their guns raised. Christine looks at me in surprise as she drops the knife and gun. Jethro softly grabs my face to make me lock eyes with him.

"I'm here. Come on." He helps me stand, walk to my room while the others handcuff Christine.

I'm quiet as Jethro cleans up my wounds with the first aid kit I keep in my bag. I'm so out of it my robe opens slightly, and I didn't realize until Jethro closed it more. He gives a deep sigh as he cleans up the trash.

"Thank you Jethro." I timidly tell him as he goes to walk out.

He turns back, and kisses me hard with a hand on my cheek, his other on my thigh. I grip his shirt in my hands as I kiss him back. We pull apart after a moment, and rest our heads against each other.

That night my nerves were level, and everythings calmed down. I start packing up, and put the bags in the garage for the guys to load up. Tomorrow the movers will come for the rest.

"Ready." Jethro walks up to me, grabbing my bag.

"Yes. I checked everywhere to make sure nothing was left." I tell him as we walk to his car.

"Tomorrow morning we need to meet at the director's office." He informs me, once we are on the road.

He helps me carry my bags into my apartment, and shuts the door. I softly smile at him as he walks toward me. I rest my hands on his shoulders as his hand rests on my waist. He kisses me deeply as he pulls me to his chest. I melt against him, having my fingers run along his shaved hair. I gasp when we pull back, but his warm hands moving up my back makes me softly moan.

"Room." He orders.

"Yes sir." I give him a sly smile as I walk him toward my room.

I hear him chuckle as he follows me, but once to the door he pulls me in from my waist. I throw my shirt off so I can feel his hands again. While he works on the buttons of my pants he gives me soft kisses to my neck. I lean my head against his shoulder just melting against him. The feeling of being protected feels so much more different, but amazing. He flattens his hands to slide my pants down, and he lets me walk out of them. I turn to him, locking eyes with him as I lay on my bed.

"You sure about this?" He asks me while untucking his shirt.

"I'm more than sure." I give him a straight answer.

Once he gets down to his boxers he crawls over me with a dark look in his eyes. I put my hands on his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. His skillful hands unhook my bra, making me throw it behind him. I move my hand along his shoulders while he kisses along my neck to my chest.

"Jethro." I moan softly when his lips wrap around my nipple.

He wraps his arm around my lower back pulling me closer, biting lightly on my nipple. His other hand moves my underwear down, but once he got to my thigh, he had pulled back to snatch them off my ankles. My legs open back up for him to lay comfortably in between them. He looks me in the eyes as he slides his boxers off. My knees rest on his hips, relaxing into the bed, feeling him rub against my entrance. Him slowly entering me makes a shiver take over my body, but Jethro deeply groans. His hand grips my thigh in a tight grip, causing it to rise higher.

"(Y/n)." He rests his head on my shoulder.

"Please move Jethro." I whine.

He starts to move back some only to piston back inside. My body arches up to his chest, and my throat closes on the scream that wants to leave. All I could do was grip his bicep, lock my ankles together, and enjoy the feeling of him stretching me. The feeling of his hands, his deep harsh movements, and the tightening feeling in my stomach. I start to lose my mind.

"Let go for me." He groans in my ear before he kisses my neck.

He kisses me as he goes harder making it very difficult to let my moans out, but I just hold onto his back as he just lets go. With a deep groan and final thrust Jethro and I finish together with a loud moan from me. He lays next to me with an arm under my head as we catch our breath.

"Wow." I breathed out.

He chuckles, turning over, and grips my lips with his forefinger and thumb. I giggle as we kiss a lot more softly now. We lay together for a while before finally getting in the shower. I did think Jethro was going to leave, however when I went back to lay down he joined me. I slept amazing with his warmth next to me whenever I would turn.

When I wake up I see a hand placing a coffee mug on my nightstand, and a hand rubbing along my side.

"You got to wake up. We still have to work." He talks quietly in my ear.

"Thank you." I smile as I reach for the mug.

"You are quite welcome." He chuckles as he grabs his clothes.

"Jethro!" I giggle at his joke, placing my hand over my eye.

"I'll see you at the office. I have to change." He says as he throws his clothes on.

Once he leaves I finish my coffee, get dressed, and try to keep the smile off my face as I walk into the office.

"Well what made you so smiley this morning?" Abby asks as I walk into the lab, and pull on my lab coat.

"I'm just glad to have my bed back." Is all I tell her.

"Is that so?" I hear behind me.

I turned to a smirking Jethro holding a cardboard cup holder with two coffees, and in his hand was a big gulp for Abby.

"Jet…Gibbs." I exclaim almost messing up.

"Morning Abs." He hands her the drink, and walks back to me.

"(Y/n)." He hands me a coffee. "Director needs us." He leans me with a hand on my lower back to the elevator.

"I'm sorry I didn't know if you were okay with me saying anything, or if…" I'm stopped by him stepping closer to me.

He kisses me softly like he's been doing so for his whole life. I'm just about to relax into him when the elevator opens, and there stands Kate and McGee. They are shocked when they finally realize what they just saw. I step out of the elevator, quickly getting to the director's office. I stop at his door, and wait for Jethro. Jethro walks up the hall with purpose, and goes right into the office.

"Alright let's get you two divorced." Director Morrow places the papers in front of Jethro.

"What if we don't sign?" Jethro asks so nonchalantly.

Director Morrow looks lost as he turns his attention to me, then back to Jethro. I'm just frozen from shock.

"I'll let you two talk." Vance leaves quickly, and once he's gone Jethro turns to me.

"What are you doing Jethro?" I timidly ask.

"Well I was thinking how easy it was for us to be together this week." He starts. "We don't have to sign just yet. Let's give it some time, and then if you want we can sign these papers." He lifts them as he speaks.

"So you're making me number three?" I sass.

He shrugs as he throws the papers back on the director's desk. The rest of the day DiNozzo gave Jethro so much crap about how he didn't get to throw a bachelor party. I also got an ear full from Abby about how I should get a big dress. Kate was like an older sister asking me if being married is what I wanted. Her being Catholic marriage is a big thing, but after telling her how I felt, she understood.

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[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Of doodles and hearts.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: This little thing came from this prompt: “Wanda writing your name with hearts in her notebook with her own name.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! :)

Word count: 1,442.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just finished her last class of the day and she was beyond elated that the weekend was upon her with how stressful the week had been with all the exams coming up.

Making her way through the halls a voice suddenly greets her when she makes it to her locker to put some of her belongings away.

"Hey Max."

Wanda hears and she turns to see her best friend Y/N Y/L/N standing beside her, a sweet smile on your face.

"Hi Y/N," Wanda greets shyly, your smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Any plans this weekend?" You ask and Wanda shakes her head softly, "so do you and Pietro maybe want to hang out? I was thinking we could get some food, watch a movie, and just chill at my place or yours," you smile with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds great Y/N/N. I don't know if Pietro has any plans yet, but I'm up for it regardless and we can do it at my house," Wanda beams, the prospect of spending more time with you making her happy.

"Awesome, your place it is then, I'll be there with pizza at 8, I'm excited to hang out," you grin. "Also, I wish I could stay with you longer to talk but I gotta get running, I still have a few others things to do here at school before I go, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay," you say and Wanda nods with a smile before you pull her into a hug, the girl relishing being in your arms more than she'd ever admit.

When you pull away and walk out of sight, Wanda squeals lightly hugging her notebooks to her chest in giddiness as she makes her way out of the school and to the parking lot, a smile present on her face as she walks to her car.

Once she's at her car the brunette girl throws her belongings into her backseat without a care in the world, full of excitement at the thought of spending some of her time with you tomorrow night, failing to realize that one of her notebooks did not make it into her car.

When Wanda makes it home from school the first thing she does is she gets herself a light snack then makes her way up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her belongings down onto her desk she begins pulling out the necessary materials to start her homework when she realizes something completely dreadful.

Her red notebook was missing.

Certainly to anyone else that wouldn't seem like such a big deal. She could just buy a new one, fill out all the missing information she needed with the help of her friends and move on.

Again, no big deal right?

Wrong.

No, the reason Wanda was panicking was because that notebook, that one specific red notebook happened to be the one that had your name written on it in several pages.

But that wasn't even the entire problem you see, Wanda would’ve been completely fine if only your name was on those pages but no, much to her luck that notebook also happened to hold Wanda's name in it besides yours with hearts and doodles around it.

It was safe to say she was losing her mind.

Rummaging through all her belongings Wanda is unsuccessful in finding the item so she quickly walks out of her room and to her brother's.

"Piet, have you seen my red notebook?" Wanda asks slamming her twin's door open, slightly breathless and pale.

"Jeez Wanda, can't you knock?" Pietro says, clutching a shirt to his chest as he was in the process of changing, "you're lucky I wasn't naked, you know!" The silver haired boy exclaims, "and no, I haven't," her twin sighs attempting to calm his heart rate, "Also why the hell does it look like you’ve just seen a ghost because of a notebook?"

Ignoring her brother's statement the brunette makes her way to the kitchen, the last spot she was at before going to her room, looking around her dining table, the cabinets and the countertops as if the notebook could've just gotten up and walked away.

"Where could it be?" She mutters frustrated, hand in her hair as frantic green eyes glance around the kitchen once again. "Maybe I left it in my locker," she says to herself, grabbing her car keys and making her way over to the door.

From the foyer, Wanda shouts up to her brother, "Piet, I'll be right back, I'm going to check at sch-" she begins, but as she pulls her front door open, her words die in her throat when she sees you standing there, hand in mid air ready to knock, "Y/N," she says surprised, "what are you doing here? I thought the plans we made were for tomorrow?" Wanda asks confused.

"Uh, yeah, they were- I mean, they are for tomorrow," you stutter, "it's just, I thought you might want this," Y/N says, hand slowly coming up to reveal the object Wanda has been searching for, "you must've dropped it on your way out, I found it on the ground by the parking space where you left your car."

Wanda gasps, cheeks flushing red as her eyes shut, "please Y/N, please tell me you didn't open it," the girl whispers embarrassed and at the lack of your response Wanda opens her eyes reluctantly.

"Look Max, I promise I didn't do it on purpose," you say hands up in surrender, "but when I found it it was already open face up and I- well I saw something that made me curious," you begin and Wanda winces, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, "Wanda, I saw our names and doodles of what seemed to be us together, with a bunch of little hearts around them. Is there a reason for that?" You ask softly, not a trace of judgement in your eyes.

Wanda blushes even harder at the fact that you have discovered the secret little doodles she drew of you and releases a nervous breath of air, "Y/N/N, l- wow this is embarrassing," she begins, cutting herself short as she can't seem to find the words. "Okay, well here goes," Wanda says, steeling herself as she gets ready to confess her feelings, "Y/N, I like you." She begins.

"I've liked you for some time now and I know I haven't explicitly said that I'm gay or whatever. I mean, truthfully I still don't know what I am," Wanda whispers scared, "but what I do know is that I'm attracted to you," she begins again full of resolve, "I feel so comfortable around you, no one makes me laugh harder than you do and I guess falling for you was inevitable. Also, I know you're my best friend, so it's okay if you don't feel the same way, I completely understand. I just really hope this doesn't ruin things between us and if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it-" Wanda rambles breathlessly, her words cut off as you cradle her face and pull her into a searing kiss.

"Hey Max, breathe," you say softly as you pull away all too soon for Wanda's liking. "I like you too," you beam, "I just never said anything, because like you said, you never explicitly implied you were into girls," you shrug, thumbs rubbing Wanda's face softly, "but now, that it's out in the open, I so do want to continue seeing you. Because now I’m thinking, instead of going through with the movie night I had planned with both you and Pietro tomorrow, I take out you on a first date instead, what do you say?" You ask with a smile, arms going around Wanda's waist.

The girl beams with delight, nodding her head as she moves her arms around your neck, "yes Y/N/N, I'd love that."

"Okay, then its settled, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, sound good?" You ask softly.

"Sounds perfect," Wanda whispers just as softly, pecking your lips a couple of times.

"Also Miss Maximoff, who knew you were such the artist, your work is on par with that of Picasso’s,” you grin, “the way you managed to capture my essence in those doodles, unmatched! We should have those drawings framed and put in a museum," you tease with a smirk and Wanda smacks your shoulder.

"Ass," she mutters, cheeks red and you let out a laugh before leaning down to press a kiss on her lips.

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[polaroidbills]

GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME

˚✧₊ ( 🏀 📕 ) sim jake - an imagine

genre/cw: jake x fem!reader, angsty, fluffy, basketball player x nerd(?), kissing, forbidden love(ish)

word count: 3052

synopsis: jake sim is the captain of the basketbal team, but he needs some help with his grades. he decides to ask a random girl at a party, who's reading a book, to be his tutor. they start to fall for each other, but what happens when their friends want them to stick to the status quo?

—> mega inspired by high school musical 1 (jake as troy and y/n as gabriella!)

cameos: yeonjun (txt), beomgyu, (txt), and taehyun (txt)

a/n: i thought of this idea at like 1am. and it's a bit rushed but whatever. enjoy!

now playing... start of something new - hsm

i walk into the house party, with the slight smell of alcohol filling my nose. i find the first empty spot on a secluded couch and start reading.

parties were never really my thing. but my mom forced me to go, since i never go out. she thought it would be nice for me to get to know the people in the neighborhood more, since i just moved here.

music blares into my ear drums as i read.

"really? you're reading at a party like this?" i am interrupted.

"well i guess," i say still keeping my eyes on the book.

i feel the couch dip on my rightside and i turn to see a cute guy sitting next to me.

"i'm jake," he puts his hand right in front of the page to shake it.

i sigh and close the book as he leaves me no choice, "y/n."

"i don't think i've seen you around? are you new?"

"yeah i just moved here a week ago."

"ohh cool cool. so you're into that learning and reading stuff right?"

"uh yeah i guess. my grades are good soo."

"great, 'cause i actually need a tutor.. i'm the captain of the basketball team and i won't be able to continue if my grades keep going down. could you help me?"

of course he chooses a party to pick out the one girl who's reading a book to be his tutor.

"um sure? i guess? that would look good on my resumes."

"great! so i'll see you around? what's your num-"

"yo jake!" a shout from across the room is heard, "c'mere!"

"sorry gotta go! i'll see you in school though right?"

"yeah! uh-" and he's gone. just like that.

i guess i tutor now?

well, tomorrow's my first day anyway.

march 27, 2021 was my first day on junior year in a completely different school. everything was different. i was in a different country, city, timezone, and environment.

my first day went by smoothly. i got to know the school a lot and observed the cliques and groups. no one really noticed me, which didn't bother me at all. i liked being invisible sometimes. i have no worries and no drama.

i sit myself down at a table in the cafeteria and start eating, yet again, opening up my book.

i them feel a sort of presence by my side. i look up and low and behold, jake sim.

from what i've heard, jake sim is the captain of the basketball team, and the son of the coach. pretty much the most popular guy in school, and probably the most good-looking. his number is 16.

"hey," he says sitting down, "whatcha reading?"

"normal people by sally rooney. it's my favourite."

"oh cool cool. um so listen, we could have our first tutor session at free period today? in the library?"

i close my book and look at him, finally getting a good look at his face. he's cute.

"uh sure. i wasn't expecting it to be today but yeah, i'll meet you in the library at free period."

"okay great! oh and could i get your number so just in case something happens?"

"sure!" we exchange numbers and he walks away, going back to his friends, and i go back to my book.

my math class was good too. i was busy copying down notes and equations my teacher was writing down. but i noticed a mistake.

"shouldn't it be x=7? and not x=1?" it appears i sid it out loud a little to loudly.

"i'm sorry? did you have something to say y/n?" my teacher asks.

"uh shouldn't it be x=7?" i ask once again.

"that would be quite literally impossible-" she checks on her calculator, "i stand corrected!"

after class, a girl approaches me.

"hey would you like the join the scholastics decathlon? we have a championship coming up and you would be perfect for our team! i'm minji by the way!"

"oh um sure! i've been trying to get involved a little more and doing things out of my box, so why not?"

"great!"

i am now committed to being a tutor and a scholastic decathlon member. i wonder what's next?

the day zooms by and now it's free period.

i grab my books and head off to the library, where i sit and wait for jake to arrive.

i wait and wait for him. where is he? it's been almost half an hour since we were supposed to start and i'm growing impatient.

i start packing up my things, thinking i've been punked and stood up and that he won't show up. but before i can, a boy comes running down the library and in front of me.

"i'm- sorry i'm- late i- had to avoid- sunghoon 'cause he wanted- to play ball," obviously out of breath jake explains himsef as he sits down.

"well let's get started!" i hurriedly get straight into it, not wanting to waste time.

"and don't forget that x is the variable not just a random letter."

"woah it makes soo much more sense now!"

i finish the lesson up smoothly after about an hour.

"thank you so much! i really appreciate this! tomorrow again?"

"yeah sure! and i can check your homework answers then!"

we close our books and grab our things, leaving the library.

its been about two weeks since i've been tutoring jake. and he's made a lot of progress. we've aso been getting a lot closer. we're friends now.

i ended up telling minji about it and she gave me mixed feelings. she told me that the scholastic decathlon is in two weeks and i need to focus on it, and not on jake. i didn't know how to respond, i just nodded and walked away.

(jake's pov)

i have another tutor session today with y/n. and its been heping a lot. i got an a in my math class, and a b in english.

we're also a lot closer than before. we've even hung out outside of school and tutoring. like to a coffee shop or something. i'm starting to really like her i think. i mean she's pretty, smart, kind, and soo helpful. i don't know if she feels the same though.

i leave for the library. and as i open the door, sunghoon steps in front of me.

"so you've been ditching playing ball during free period to go to the library? really? basketball during free period is our thing."

"i'm sorry. it's just if i keep my bad grades, i won't be able to play basketball. so i need to study-"

"jake!" y/n waves to me and sunghoon turns to see who it is. i return the wave and continue the conversation with sunghoon.

"who's that? isn't that the new girl?"

"oh uh yeah. she's been tutoring me- and it's really helping."

"you've been ditching me to study with her?"

"uh yeah i guess. she's really smart and helpful and i think i'm starting to like her."

"look- i gotta go, but all i have to say is to stick to basketball. don't go dating a nerd and start being all book wormy. and don't forget the championship game is in two weeks."

as he walks away, i'm left speechless.

stick to basketball? i'm just trying to get my grades up, right? or is he right? am i just using these sessions to get closer to y/n?

i shake my head, shoo away those thoughts, and make my way to y/n.

(y/n's pov)

i see jake finish his conversation and make his way to me.

"look! i brought snacks this time!"

"oh cool."

"you seem down, is something up?" i notice his slouchy posture and low voice.

"no it's nothing."

"you sure? you know you can tell me anything right?"

"yeah i just really don't wanna talk about it right now."

"oh that's okay. hmm i think i have something that can cheer you up! come with me!" i grab his wrist and run to the school gym.

when i grab his wrist, electricity shoots through me. i really like him. i can't explain it. the way his hair flows, his honey-like smile, and the way he csn make me laugh no matter what. i'm in love.

"the gym?"

"yeah! we're gonna play some basketball!" i grab a ball from the rack.

"really? you know how to play?" he walks to me.

"well- no. not exactly." i shoot the ball, but it completely air balls and misses the basket.

"i'll teach you."

jake walks closer to me and shows how to position myself to shoot.

"bend your knees and elbows and jump. don't forget to follow through with your other hand."

i follow his steps and attempt to shoot, but again it completely misses. laughing it off, i grab the ball to try again.

"here- could i touch you?" he gestures to my elbow and hands.

i keep my eyes on the ball, not daring to look him in the eye. it's too dangerous.

"this like this," he moves my elbow more, so it's bent. "andd your hand over here," he places my hand on the side of the ball.

my heart is racing. he's never been this close.

"and shoot!" i throw the ball and it actually makes it into the net. swish!

"ah! i did it! it went in!" i gasp turning to jake jumping into the air.

the surprised look on his face is so cute.

"look at us! we help each other!" i say and peck him on the cheek.

i turn around to shoot again. but i feel a hand on my wrist.

jake grabs my wrist and turns me back to him. i'm struck and can't move. he comes closer to me. even closer than before. i drop the ball as he closes the space and puts his lips on mine.

we're kissing. i didn't know he felt this way too.

the kiss is slowly and lovely. but he pulls apart to breath.

i stare into his eyes.

"y/n i really like you. like really really like you. you're all i think about."

i'm speechless at the sudden confession. but i'm glad to hear how he feels.

"and you might not-"

"i really like you too!" i interrupt him. his eyes instantly light up. and he starts to smile.

"really?"

"yes. i've been waiting for you to make a move."

"well i'm making it now. will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes."

a week had gone by of me and jake dating. i can't believe it's real. we're together. like for real.

i've never been happier.

(sunghoon's pov)

i walk over to mingi, y/n's best friend to come up with a plan.

"look i have a plan, and i hope it works."

we wait for jake in the locker room before practice. we created a presentation for him.

he walks in and we start.

"choi yeonjun! class of '99 captain, championship mvp, and legend! also known as ace!" i start off.

"choi beomgyu! class of '01 captain and championship mvp! also known as baller beom!" jay continues.

"kang taehyun! class of '02 captain and championship mvp! also known as lightning!" heeseung adds.

"no one of which were involved in books and studying. they won these games because they kept their eyes on the prize and didn't get distracted with books days before the championship game."

"get your head in the game!"

"look guys if you don't think i'll give it my 110% into this game, then you don't know me," we start setting up the camera.

"but we just thought-"

"no here's what i thought. i thought we were a team, i thought we were friends. we lose and win together."

"but then the girl and the studying."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!"

(y/n's pov)

i am sat down by minji.

"in a world full of poverty and inequality, a game of basketball plays. though it's entertaining and fun, it provides nothing for this world! thats is the world of jake sim. rather than genorousity and change, he has slam dunks and fouls! unlike oprah winfrey and eleanor roosevelt. that is the inevitable world of jake sim."

"um i have a tutor session soon. i should really go."

"y/n! pay attention."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!" the screen plays. i turn to the screen which shows jake.

"and the girl is just someone i met! alright? and the studying is nothing, it means nothing to me! it's probably just a way to ease my nerves and distract me! i don't know. but you're my guys and my team. y/n means nothing to me! i'll forget about her and the studying! are you happy now?"

suddenly it feels as if my heart has been shattered and stomped on like glass.

this is how jake really feels. it all meant nothing.

"this is the real world of jake sim."

tears starts filling up into my eyes. as they flow i realize how jake just used me for grades.

i walk out of the room not wanting to be there any longer.

a few minutes later i reach my locker to grab mu things and leave.

"hey! what's up?" jake comes up beside me but i ignore. "there's something i wanna talk about with you."

"yeah about how i meant nothing to you and that i'm just some girl you met? and how you can just forget about me?"

"y/n-"

"i really liked you jake. how could you?" i walk away as tears form in my eyes once again.

"y/n?"

the doorbell is heard and my mom answers the door. i walk halfway down the stairs.

"hi mrs. y/l/n, i'm jake."

"ohh so you're jake," i gesture to my mom to not let him in or tell him i'm here.

"is y/n here?"

"oh um sorry she isn't here right now."

"oh. that's okay, thanks though," he walks away and i go back upstairs.

the next few days go by and now the scholastic decathlon is in two days.

i've been doing everything in my power to avoid jake. in the cafeteria i sit at a different table. and i turn the other way if i see him, completely disregarding him.

minji could clearly see how hurt i was, i couldn't even focus on studying or reading. i just spaced out, and ignored everyone.

jake has tried to talk to me multiple times, but seeing that i wasn't going to talk to him, he stopped trying.

"y/n! the decathlon is in two days! pay attention!"

"i'm sorry it's just- my mind is in a different place."

"look y/n. i have something to tell you," minji sits.

"we knew sunghoon could make jake say things like that. we planned it all. we thought what jake would say would keep your mind focused on the decathlon. but it seems to have done the opposite."

"you planned it all?"

"yes. sunghoon made jake say those things."

"no one made jake say anything. be said those things himself."

(jake's pov)

what have i done? she completely ignores me and avoids me every chance she gets.

words can't explain how empty and bad i feel.

sunghoon see it too. i keep missing simple lay-ups or space out in the middle of practice. clearly not keeping my head in the game.

i don't know what to do.

"jake! pass the ball!"

"oh sorry-"

"dude the championship game is in two days."

"sorry man. my mind keeps getting distracted. i don't even know what i did."

"i know."

"what?"

"our team and the scholastic decathlon team made a plan to keep your guys' heads focused. but it didn't work. i made you say those things in the locker room and we live streaming it onto minji's computer. y/n was watching and heard what you said. we thought it would help you not get distracted."

"you did what?" i run out of the gym, in a hurry to y/n's house. i wasn't planning on doing this today, but it's now or never.

(y/n's pov)

my phone rings.

jake <3

i decide to pick it up this time.

"hello?"

"y/n. i'm sorry. i know you might not forgive me but please. i could never forget about you. you've been on my mind 24/7. i can't even focus during practice. my life without you is a misery. please come back."

"jake i don't know- you said i meant nothing."

"i know i did. and no excuse could make up for it. but just know that i love you. i love you so much. please."

"jake-"

"i got you something before you say anything else."

"jake what?"

"turn around."

i turn around to the window and there stands jake on my balcony. a surprised smile plays on my face. i walk over to open the door and hang up the phone.

"what're you doing here?"

"i got you this," he hands me a book.

"no way. you did not. A SIGNED COPY?! oh my god! thank you!!" i impulsively pull him into a hug, not thinking. "oh sorry," i awkwardly laugh.

"no no it's okay. i liked it, " he smiles.

"look y/n. i'm so sorry. words couldn't describe it so i thought i could give you this instead. open the pages."

i open the book. "oh. my. god. jake." i'm in awe.

"you annotated it? thats so sweet! thank you! yes i forgive you."

"yes!" he jumps up and down cutely in celebration. "thankyou thankyou thankyou! look i even wrote down a playlist for you in the book, so you can listen while you read or just whenever! anddd just in case you didn't dorgive me now, i wrote down an extra apology on the last page!"

i laugh at his rapid words.

"and i-" i steal his lips for a second to kiss him. and he's left speechless.

"i-" he pulls me in another time to put his lips on mine. and we pull away.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too jake."

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Before I Say Goodnight Chapter 20

A/n: its tiiiiiiiiiime. Happy Christmas eve eve. This wraps up my first fic and I am so thankful for everyone who has read and showed their support. It was very fun for me. I'll be back in the new year with more!!!!!

Word count: 3k

warnings: none

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You’d never thought you’d look at Azriel and think he looked weak. But the dark circles under his eyes, the bent posture and the gauntness of his cheeks make him look like a ghost of himself. You find the kitchen and thank the gods there’s some bread, cheese and jam. “Here, you should eat” you say, handing him a plate and glass of water. He eats in silence. When he’s finished he looks up at you “you don’t want to eat?” Shake your head and reply “not hungry”. You move closer to him and touch his face, having a hard time believing what just happened was real. Needing confirmation that this is really him. That he’s safe. “Are you hurt?” A small smile threatens to tug up his lips “I’m alright”. You scan his face, neck, torso, arms and legs and confirm that he is not bleeding and ask “your ankles?” Remembering the force with which he tugged at the heavy metal. “They’ll be fine tomorrow”. His hands are on your hips now, he pulls you to sit on his lap and hides his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. “You scared me” He mumbles solemnly. You’re running your hands through his hair as you answer “I know, he didn’t give me much of a choice” he looks up at you and says “I take it your power involves more than lightning?” you nod and his drooping eyes tell you it's time to clean up and put an end to this day. So you stand “come on, let's find a bath and a bed” he groans when you tug him to follow. 

After trying a few doors you find a room that looked like it had never been used. Luckily it had a bathing room attached. You fill the tub with hot water, bath salts and oils. Azriel gets in first then you settle between his legs, resting your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you as close as possible. “When you didn’t come back I knew you were in trouble, you had told me seven days and were gone eight before I left. But before then, I knew it. Felt it in my bones, a primal gut feeling and… then I remembered a conversation I had with Elain ages ago. I think it was before the Solstice. Where she said that she felt a pull to be with Lucien in her bones as well. I thought she meant figuratively, but I feel like you’re a magnet I can’t help but be drawn to” he was kissing along your neck as you talked, only stopping to confess “I felt you were at the lake before I saw you. My shadows hadn’t even spotted you but something in my chest settled when it knew you were near. That only lasted a few seconds before I realized what was going to happen”. You turn in his grasp to face him “do you think that means something?” He nods “I’ve had a suspicion for a while” you raise your brows “you have?” 

“I thought it was impossible, you’re from another universe. Out of the Mother’s reach. But since I first saw you… that was it. You were scared and still shaken, but it was like I could see clearly for the first time” 

“You think we’re mates?” He slowly nods “I do”. You rest your forehead on his chest, cheeks suddenly flushed with color and gasp as you feel a snapping and uncoiling in your chest “oh my god”. Your head snaps back up and Azriel is looking at you wide eyed. “Did you feel that?” 

“Yes”

Nerves flood your system. So does love, adoration, admiration, longing and lust. It’s overwhelming. Tears gather in your waterline. “Are you nervous?” Azriel nods and your tears begin to flow when you see he’s about to cry as well. He grabs the back of your head and brings you close, lips meeting in a kiss. Frenzied. 

By the time you drag yourselves to bed the water in the tub had run cold and your skin had gone pruny. You lay with your head on his chest, arms draped over his abs, tracing over the swirling inky lines. There was still so much to be done. You had left your belongings in an inn in Vallahan, you did not know where Mor had winnowed you, there was an impending war, Rhysand was still an issue, so was the question of returning to Velaris. As a matter of fact your entire future was up in the air. But right now, right here… with your mate… you could drift into a restful sleep. 

The ship and the soldiers had just vanished. Miraculously disappeared into thin air. Eris did not disperse his troops until the sun came up. Marking the beginning of a new day. 

Rhysand sat in his study. He had finally reached Mor. What she told him made bile rise in his throat. The girl had slaughtered Koshchei and, based on the timeline of the events, was the reason why the invading armies vanished. The working theory being that he had enchanted objects into becoming his sentinels and troops. With him gone, so were they.  She had saved his court, his country, his family, his brother. She had even freed Vassa. On her own. He was certain the next item on her list was his head, perfectly perched on a stake. 

Afternoon sun spilled into the room, waking you up after the best night’s sleep you had gotten since Azriel left for the Continent. You take a deep breath, reveling in your mate’s scent. It made your heart sing to be so intertwined. His arm was snuggly around your waist as if to prevent you from floating away. He’s still sleeping, and you want to let him rest for as long as possible. He had been through a lot. He had been through enough. Red anger begins to contour your face as you think of Rhysand. The male who had known the dangers and ordered your mate to leave. The male who claimed to be his brother. Who knew how he had gotten every one of his scars and still sent him- ordered him - to dangerous territory. By your standards that was unforgivable. Then add to that the wasted time that could have been used for war preparations. You could feel your blood begin to boil. “What’s got you so worked up first thing in the morning” it was like pressing a button and you were putty in his hands. 

“Just thinking of all the ways I’ll make Rhysand pay for what he did to you”

Eris was sitting at his desk at the Forest House, Lucien stood looking out the window and spoke “Feyre told me they think her killing Koschei caused the invaders to vanish, she must possess a great deal of power” 

“I don’t doubt it” Lucien turned his head and raised a sharp brow. Eris just pulled at his shirt to reveal a dark tattoo “can’t offer any explanation”. 

“What do you think she’ll do now?” 

“You probably know her better than I do,” Eris smirked. 

“All I know is that Rhysand is in deep shit” 

Azriel had talked you off the ledge by telling you that killing Rhysand would kill Feyre. It had to be one of the most romantic things you had ever heard, and one of the stupidest. “But he has to pay, Azriel” you soak in every touch, every caress “he’s my High Lord, I’ve sworn my loyalty to him”.

 “Well he’s not my High Lord” Azriel chuckles at your tone. 

“What should we do now? Where should we go?” Where could you even go? Velaris would be your first choice if it weren’t for a certain arrogant male. It was Azriel’s home and, to a lesser degree, yours as well. The Inner Circle had welcomed you, nurtured you. The city was vibrant, diverse and beautiful. There was the added complication that there were two of you now. When you were on your own you could run away to wherever without much thought. That's what got you to this world in the first place. The instinct to run. To run away, never looking back for longer than a moment. “Eris granted me an unconditional welcome and protection in the Autumn Court”. The idea of returning to the Forest House, to the same place you were drained, to the last place you had been human was not at all appealing. Azriel felt the same way, the bond let you know as much. “We could stay there for a bit, while we figure out our next move”

“Do you want to go there?” You shake your head in reply “not really, but we would be safe, we could rest and heal”. He pulls you close to his chest and says “why don’t we try to find something to eat?” 

Mor was in the kitchen pouring herself tea. “Good evening” she smirks, bringing the cup to her lips. “Hi Mor, is there any food here?” She motions to one of the cabinets on the wall, “there should be something there”. Azriel opens it and pulls out crackers and jam “who lives here?” Mor shrugs, “no one”. You scowl “who’s house is this then?” She rolls her eyes “mine”. Now Azriel looks at her quizzically “you bought a house in Vallahan?” “Yes”. You motion for Azriel to pass you the food and you dig in, not wanting to annoy Mor to the point of kicking you out. You thought you’d eat in silence but then she spoke again: 

“I talked with Rhys this morning” you stop chewing and swallow, your throat suddenly dry. Azriel also pauses at the news “and?” 

“He said that they were prepared to face the invading armies, that all of the Courts had shown up and while the ships had rolled in and the soldiers had started to storm the beaches they just disappeared. Not a trace, not a speck of dust left in their wake. Everyone was shocked and thought it was a ploy of sorts, but by sun up they had determined that no other ships were coming. I told him what happened here and we think the two are connected” 

Azriel answered without missing a beat “it was Koschei’s invasion, of course they were connected” but she shook her head. “Yes, but we think he made this army, they were an extension of him, just enough to leave the lake. When he was… eliminated, so were they. Looks like Y/n’s the hero of the realm” 

“Ok let's just focus on deciding what our next move is, then we can focus on superlatives” you change the subject, the prophecy Koschei had showed you still fresh in your memory. 

“So you two are a unit now?” 

“Yes,” Azriel replies before you can. Mor raises a brow at you, begging for details. You bite into another cracker debating if you should tell her more or not. She would always be loyal to Rhysand to some degree… but not even Azriel knew about this house so you conclude she could be trusted with information you want to keep private. Not that your relationship with Azriel was a secret… but he was your mate, your other half. He could be leveraged and in this moment of uncertainty you couldn’t gamble anything. But you trusted Mor so you concede “last night the bond snapped, we are not willing to separate from each other anymore. So yeah, we’re a unit”. Her eyes bulge and she squeals excitedly “Mother above! That’s great news! Are you going to have a mating ceremony? Where are you gonna live? Surely not the townhouse, Az you can afford a pretty house for the two of you, right? I mean, if I can, so should you. Everyone is always coming and going there, you’d get zero privacy. Where is the ceremony gonna be? Y/n you’d look beautiful in white. Oh my gods a summertime ceremony would be perfect! It would certainly grant us enough time to plan everything. Do you know how-” she stops her tangent when she realizes you are not as excited as she is. “What?” Azriel and you share a look and then you explain “we’re not sure if we are going to return to Velaris, considering everything that has happened because of Rhysand”. 

“Oh” is all she says. 

“He’s been coming for y/n since she arrived to Velaris the first time and that was before she was fae, before her powers had manifested. Now that her powers have been revealed I don’t know if he would even welcome her back”. 

“But I could talk to him, Feyre could certainly get through to him. He can’t keep you and your mate exiled and pretend his court wont object. Hell, Nesta is Lady Death and she lives in the city” 

“Can we stay here for a few days and think about it?” She made a good point. The entire Inner Circle liked you, they loved Azriel and the thought of ripping him away from his family broke your heart, even if he was willing to leave them behind. You didn’t want him to have to choose between the two, he deserves love and his family. He deserves lunches at the River House, walks along the Sidra, snowball fights at Solstice, to see his nephew grow and so much more.

Mor had winnowed you to the River House two days after. You had spent your time resting and thinking of all of the things you wanted to say to him. Realizing he no longer had the upper hand in your dynamic. 

“Y/n” he greets evenly. He looked better since the last time you saw him. The dark circles under his eyes now lighter, his hair perfectly styled and black suit impeccably pressed. Nothing was out of place. You had braided your hair back and Mor told you to wear the silver dress you had used to find her. “How you look will send as strong a message as what you say” she told you when you argued it would be too much. The braid kept your hair out of your face and the plunging neckline of the dress revealed the swirling white scars that adorned your chest. You noticed Rhysand taking in your appearance. Maybe he was expecting the same whimpering girl that had last graced his study, maybe he was expecting torn fabric and knotted hair, maybe he was expecting pleading and bargaining. Maybe, he was expecting that you’d drop to your knees in front of him and swear your loyalty to him and his court. But you knew what you were and so did he. 

He was High Lord. 

You were Queen. 

No one would bow. 

“High Lord” you reply

“What brings you here today?” You remain standing, not wishing to stay longer than was necessary. 

“I’ve come to discuss mine and Azriel’s future” 

“Oh?”

“Recently we found out we are mates. You can understand that now we no longer wish to part ways, for any reason. He has made it clear to me we can live our lives wherever I desire. He is willing to leave his post as Spymaster and his spot in the Inner Circle if I just say the word. But I love him too much to take him away from his family, his home. So I’ve come to present you with an offer” 

“And what might that be?” 

“I know about the prophecy, I assume you do as well and that’s why you have been acting the way you have towards me” He was a king and he feared you were the queen to overthrow him. Not with a claim on the land but a claim on the very air he breathed. He was Night Triumphant, you were Wind Unchained. His powers inherited. Yours destined. He had kept the walls of his city up for five hundred years. You could shatter them in five seconds. 

He says nothing, so you continue. 

“I am not interested in power or greatness. I am not interested in your Court aside from the fact that your Inner Circle has welcomed me with open arms and helped me heal. So, I can promise you that I will never usurp your throne, I’ll never put your life in danger, or your family’s life in danger if you can promise that you won’t act against me. If you promise me a life of peace and freedom in Velaris. If not, then Azriel and I will leave. You or anyone else with never hear from us again”

“You’ll swear loyalty to the Night Court? To me as High Lord? To Feyre as High Lady?” 

“No. You know well what I am” 

He doesn’t speak for a moment. You’ve said all you wanted. 

“You’ll swear to never harm the Court or the city? To defend it?” 

“If you’ll swear to do the same for my mate and I” 

After a minute or two, he held out a hand. 

You take it and feel a new tattoo sprawl on your shoulder. 

A truce. An agreement to put your differences and fears aside, delicately tied together by an unbreakable string. 

That night you went back to Vallahan.

The next morning Azriel returned to Velaris with you.

A month after that you had a small mating ceremony in the backyard of your new house. Spring was in full bloom. Eris had reluctantly congratulated you. Lucien, Jurian and Vassa even made the trip to be there. Rhysand had kept up his end of the bargain. You had kept up yours. 

And, for the first time in a long time, you were home. 

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[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Story Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Sixteen: Promise let me know what you guys think!! i love responding to comments and it inspires me to write more :)

You drop your phone on the marble counter which causes Levi's eyes to go wide. "Text me the hospital name right now." You almost scream into the phone. The woman on the other end of the line agrees and hangs up.

Sobs leave your throat as tears stream down your face. Your upper body is on the counter as your sobs mix with screams.

"Hey, what happened?" Levi pressed his hand to the small of your back. "Where is she?" 

"She-she overdosed." You hid your face from him. The coldness of the counter stung against your cheek as you cried.

"Let's go." Levi grabbed one of his sweaters for you as he found his keys, shoving them in his pocket. 

"You don't have to come with me." You finally lifted your head, rubbing the back of your hand across your tears. "Though I don't think I'll be working tomorrow." 

"I'm not working tomorrow either." He pulled his sweater over your head, bringing your hair outside the neckline. "What is the address?"

You tell Levi the address of the hospital that you were sent. He tapped the numbers and letters into his phone. "It's about an hour out."

"Let me put my slippers on." You walk to your room and grab some UGG slippers that Levi recently got you after you complained your feet were cold. When you emerged from your room with your purse, Levi was staring at you. His phone was nowhere to be found and all of his attention was on you. 

"Are you ready?"

You nod in response as you spot his hand reaching for yours. You can't remember the last time, if ever, he's held your hand. You took his hand, yours considerable smaller, letting him lead the both of you to his car.

During the car ride you couldn't help but cry. You feel so... helpless. Alone. How could this happen? You did your best, your absolute best, to make sure that Alexis turned out nothing like your parents.

"Hey." Levi's voice interrupted your thoughts. "This isn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for someone else's decision." 

You stayed silent as you took Levi's words in. 

"You hear me? None of this is your fault." 

"I know." You let out a sob. "I just wanted so much better for her. She must've been using since she moved into that apartment."

"You can bring a horse to water but you can't make it drink."

"That was a very dad thing of you to say." You let out a laugh. Levi chuckled along with you as he drove, his left hand on the steering wheel. 

When you looked out the window, Levi's hand wandered to your plush thigh, where he gave it a soft squeeze and left his hand there. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch. You've thought about this moment many times before.

His eyes were grey clouds that were filled with comfort for once. They weren't ice cold and dismissive like you've seen.

"I'm here, ok?" Levi spoke as you drove through the darkness.

"Promise me you'll be here, Levi."

"I promise."

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You were finally led to the room where your sister is. Levi was never far behind you, usually comforting you with his touch.

She was hooked up to a bunch of machines.

Her eyes were closed as the monitors beeped. You watched her chest rise up and down, giving you just a bit of hope that she'll be okay.

"Are you a relative?" A doctor walked into the room.

"I'm her sister. Legal guardian."

"Ah, okay." The doctor tapped on the clip board. "She overdosed so bad we had to bring her back to life. We were scared that she lost too much air in her brain. She could have a long road of recovery ahead of her."

Tears welled up in your eyes and Levi squeezed your hand. "He said recovery, though." He spoke into your ear.

"She'll be recovering in the hospital for awhile. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe a few months. If she wakes up."

"But... you think she'll be okay?" You had a sliver of hope in your voice.

"I can't promise you that. I don't know when she's going to wake up, and I don't know if she will."

"Okay." You wipe a tear from your eye. "How long can I stay?"

"We don't allow overnight vistors, but you can come every day until 6."

"Can she hear me?"

"Yes."

You bring a chair next to the hospital bed as the beeps of the monitors flood your ears. You take Alexis' hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

"You're so fucking stupid." You whispered as tears fell down your face. Levi was giving you space and speaking to the doctor, probably about rehabilitation programs.

"I raised you so much better than this. I didn't want you to turn out like them." You watched her face - unmoving, tubes in her mouth, eyes closed. "You better wake the fuck up. I will never forgive you if you don't. I love you too much for you to die before me."

Levi stared at you as he listened to whatever the doctor was saying. He's so... put together. And you're not. You're a mess.

Your parents are addicts.

Your sister is an addict.

Why would he ever want to be with someone like you?

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As days went on, you visited your sister every day. Levi would drive you and he would work remotely. Each day was the same - your sister wasn't awake yet. But Levi never left your side.

"Listen, Levi." You turn to face him as you leave the hospital. "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to deal with me, with this anymore." You waved your hands around you.

"I need you to stop thinking you know what I need. Or want." Levi took a sip of his to-go tea. "You should try asking me."

You can't help but pout, because you truly think you know what he wants.

"What do you want, Levi Ackerman?"

"I want to be there for you. I want to deal with whatever you throw at me."

You tilted your head to the side, thinking about the words that just left his mouth. So many words, but you didn't know exactly what he meant. But you also didn't want to ask.

Just in case he doesn't mean what you hope he means.

You nod as your tears fall down to the pavement. Your mental health has been at an all time low and tears are almost sure to burst every time you blink.

"Let's go home."

You almost dragged your feet into the house and Levi noticed. He also noticed your hair wasn't combed like it usually is, and you haven't done your skin care regiment in awhile.

"Wait here." Levi pushed you gently by your shoulders to your bed. You resorted to your phone to distract yourself from the wait.

You hear the water start running, and then a lighter. Then, Levi left the room and brewed a pot of tea. He brought you a cup, in your favorite mug.

"Follow me." Levi took your hand gently as he lead you to the bathroom.

He had filled the tub with warm water and lit a few candles around the bathroom. He kept the lights on the lowest setting, careful not to hurt your already sore eyes from all of the crying.

"Levi," You let out a breath that you felt like you've been holding in your stomach for days. "You didn't have to-"

"Shut up. Take off your clothes."

"Levi!"

"Are you gonna get in the bath fully clothed?"

You rolled your eyes and pulled your shirt over your head, kicking your pants to the side. Levi also undressed, but it wasn't in a sexual way. When you sat in the tub, he slid behind you.

His large hands rubbed along your skin, allowing you to close your eyes. You leaned your back into his chest as he rubbed - his thumbs digging into your shoulders.

The bathroom had a lilac and euculyptus aroma - the most calming and relaxing scent. Soon enough, Levi took a cup of water and let the liquid fall onto your hair.

He then shampooed and conditioned your hair, letting his fingers dig into your scalp. You finally let your body relax for the first time in days.

You've been in fight or flight mode, but right now you're relaxed.

You're home.

With Levi.

You almost fall asleep when he taps your thigh with his hand, giving you the signal to get up.

"I was almost asleep." You whine, standing up out of the bath.

"You can go to sleep soon." He wrapped your body in a towel, then handing you your robe. "Turn around."

You follow his direction and you feel a brush in your hair. This man is taking care of you.

The brush glided down your hair and he got rid of any knots. He was so careful with his touch, he didn't want to hurt a single hair on your head.

"Your hair has gotten longer." He said lowly.

"It has. I just wear it curly a lot so you can't tell."

"It's beautiful."

Levi ran his fingers through your hair with oil before he went and washed his hands. You inhaled the scent of your hair - vanilla and coconut.

"Goodnight." Levi nodded as he took one step out of your room. His back was to you now. His broad shoulders filling out his t-shirt.

"Levi?"

"Mm?" He turned to you.

"Stay."

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[senjusonlygirlfriend]

Bathtime conversations

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒘/𝑻𝒘: 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

You sighed, as you walked into your shared appartment. Work at the office had been more grulling as yesterday, yet you were happy the day was over. As usal, your fiance was still working. She had started a job a week ago with the man that raised her up, Joel, at a new lumber company.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't go drop off her lunch sometimes just to see her lift some heavy wood. Slipping off your shoes and setting down your bag in its respective place, you made your way to the bathroom.

Deciding that you were gonna have a bath instead of a shower, you clogged the drain. As the bathtub started to fill you grabbed a new set of clothes and picked out a bath bomb that you knew would smell good. The basket was full thanks to Ellie's slight obsession with them.

Every time you would use one right after a bath she would always want force want to cuddle with you once she got home. It's not like you were irritated with it though, you could always work while she was sprawled on top of you. Playing your favorite playlist, you let out a sigh of relief as you slipped on your clothes and dipped into the bath.

The bath bomb fizzled as the water started to turn a nice pink pech shade, as the fizzling sound filled your ears. Your mind had drifted to Ellie, wondering if she would be working late again. For the past few days, she had to stay behind later than normal to help a few newbies trained and know what their job entailed. As you were in your thoughts, you missed the click from the front door.

Then, a soft knock sounded from the bathroom door.

"Can I come in?" Ellie asked.

You shouted back a yes as she entered the bathroom, her eyes scanned the room for a second. It was actually normal that the two of you had just walked in on each other like this, the both of you growing into that security in the relationship. You could tell she was tired as she sat down on the toliet seat.

Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and the eyebags were a little bit more prominent than normal. Well, something that was normal was her coming home later than normal. Maybe something happened at work?

"You ok? Normally you aren't home this late. But don't get me wrong, I love seeing you here!"

You rambled, as you intertwined your hands with each other. Ellie had shifted her attention from the spot she was looking at to you. She sighed, bringing your hand up to her lips to kiss it, despite it being wet.

"You used the peach bath bomb today?"

Ellie asked, a tired smile on her face She had looked more relaxed now at least, despite her still looking tired.

"Yeah. I needed one today, I swear the people at the office are going to put me on the ground or have wrinkles before I'm 30."

You ranted, using exaggerated hand movements to your point. As you continued to ramble, Ellie looked at you with a look of admiration. She had always loved these conversations with you, you talking while she listens.

"So, why are you here? Did something happen at work?"

She suddenly snapped back to reality, not realizing that she was spacing out while taking in your features. She turned her face away and puffed, as if a child would.

"Joel sent me home early because he thinks I'm, 'overworking myself' over training the newbies. He's also giving me tomorrow and Friday off, and I'll be so lonely without you."

Her expression had changed into a sad one, despite you detecting a hint of sarcasm in the last bit that she had said. She had also grabbed your hand that was dangling over the tub, playing with your fingers. Ellie continued to rant as she fiddled with the engagement ring that she had proposed with to you.

You remember it like it was yesterday. The both of you were on a vacation to [favorite country] just exploring the country there. Beforehand you didn't even know that she had saved up the money by getting another discrete job on the side + a little bit of Joel's help.

She had done it at sunrise, despite you being grumpy at the time due to getting woken up so early. She had guided you to a beautiful view, giddy with how it was going to turn out. When you had turned around and processed the situation, you had cried happy tears the whole time and the way back to the place you stayed.

The ring was simple, yet elegant in the perfect way.

"Do you wanna watch Spirited Away with me and get takeout?"

Ellie proceed what you said for a second before nodding, getting you a towel as she got up.

"I don't really mind what we eat, its up to you!"

You said, her nodding as she shut the door behind her. You knew, that you were going to have a comfortable, cozy evening with your favorite person in the whole world.

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[localravenclaw]

Of Meteors and Men

Sebastian Sallow × f!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Theme: fluff, smut

Summary: Sebastian asks you an important question after a tryst under the stars

Warnings: Aged up 18+ nothing extreme, just lots of banter and teasing

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"Where's Ominis?" You unceremoniously plopped down next to Sebastian wolfing down his second bowl of stew in a now bustling Great Hall.

It has become almost a ritual for you and the two Slytherin boys to spend your evenings together. However, with your impending NEWTS, Ominis Gaunt seemed to have made himself more scarce than usual.

"In the library writing his Charms essay," came Sebastian's response.

"And what about your essay?"

"Please, Charms is my middle name."

You rolled your eyes at him, bracing yourself for yet another casual banter.

"Oh? I thought it was Delusional?"

He snorted, shooting a cocky grin your way. "I'll do it tomorrow. I'm done for today."

"Very well, I think I'll join you in the library tomorrow then," you relented, wondering why he yielded so quickly this time, but then...

"Can't get enough of me eh?" Sebastian started again, shooting a mischievous grin that threatened to knock you off your seat.

"You're such a flirt," you pouted, looking away so he wouldn't notice the flush of red creeping to your face.

"Like you don't enjoy it," came the salt to your wound.

You shook your head in surrender, hoping he wouldn't notice the redness that now filled your cheeks. You wondered if hormones has something to do with your reaction to him recently. Surely, he hasn't been this charming the whole time!

"Hey, you wanna watch the meteor shower with me tonight?" you asked without looking at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your desperate attempt to thwart his flirting.

"Eager to spend after hours with me, aren't you?" he snickered. You rolled your eyes at him again and made a gagging gesture he chose to ignore.

"Hmm, meteor shower? Isn't that something you'd typically be asking Amit?"

"Very well then, maybe I would!" you huffed, annoyed that he didn't immediately jump at the invitation.

"Hold on! Hold on! I didn't say no!"

"Then say yes!" you seethed at incessant playfulness.

"You know I'd say yes to everything you ask of me," he said with a wink.

"Whatever," you shrugged, pretending the wink didn't rob you of a heartbeat or two. "I know the perfect spot. Meet me at the clock tower courtyard at 9 o'clock," you finished before sauntering away to avoid any further flirting. "And bring your broom!"

Sebastian sat scratching his head as he watched you disappear in a sea of students. He could feel his excitement building at the thought of spending some alone time with you. Technically, you didn't say not to invite Ominis, but you also never said he could join. A bulb lit up in Sebastian's mind and he rushed towards the Slytherin common room, abandoning his supper.

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Sebastian made sure he was fifteen minutes early for your rendezvous. After your conversation at the Great Hall, he felt the need to put his best foot forward this time. He even went so far as to put on cologne! As he watched your cloaked figure approach him, he couldn't help but feel his instincts validated.

"Aren't you a vision to behold!" Sebastian greeted with a whistle.

You paid his flattery with a sarcastic smile, suddenly growing very conscious of your choice of wardrobe— a cream chiffon night dress that stopped just above your knees, covered up by your favourite ivory Historian's cloak.

You eyed him up and down in return, trying not to give away your astonishment by discreetly swallowing at the sight of him in his dark green summer pyjamas.

"What's that?" he gestured at the brown leather bag you have in your right hand.

"It's my nab sack," you answered as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Your what?"

"My nab sack."

"Yeah, that clarifies nothing."

"It's an enchanted bag my elf friend gave me."

"You own an echanted bag?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And you have an elf friend??"

"Yes!" you quipped impatiently. "Now, are you gonna continue being amazed at how awesome I am or are we gonna watch the meteor shower?"

"I'm always amazed by everything about you, it's nothing new," he teased.

You stared at him blanky, trying not betray the cartwheels your stomach is making at the sight of his amorous grin. He's getting better at catching you offguard recently, you thought to yourself.

"Fine. Where are we heading?"

You squinted towards the hills west of the owlery and pointed at a vague spot between two jutting hills.

"You see that small plateau over there?"

Sebastian squinted at the dark skies, following your direction.

"Last one there is a rotten horklump!" you announced, pulling out an ornate silver broom from your nab sack and promptly taking off towards the mountains.

"Oh no you don't!" Sebastian skillfully mounted his broom and followed chase.

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Small torces lit up as your feet touched the landing platform, making it creak and groan into an active position. Sebastian followed shortly after with a small "whoo!" of excitement

"How did you find this place?" he panted, taking the view in.

"Stumbled upon it on one of the flying courses I did with Imelda Reyes."

He looked around at the ambient torces burning along the edge of the platform.

"Well, this is cozy. What in the—?! How in Merlin's beard did you fit that thing in there??"

You ignored the look of shock on the Slytherin's face as you pulled out a thick fleece blanket from your nab sack and started to lay it over the platform.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me get comfortable?" you asked impatiently, wrestling with the creases you're making as you tried and failed to straighten the blanket out.

I can think of other ways to get comfortable, Sebastian wanted to say but instead, he chewed on his lip and shook his head, trying not to look any more obvious than he already is.

After a few minutes of repositioning and straitening your makeshift bed, you check your compass and looked up at a now, clear and starry sky.

"Okay, so if my calculations are correct, the meteor shower should come from that side," you concluded, seating yourself facing north.

Sebastian huffed and took off his slytherin robe, beads of sweat peppered his brows.

"I don't know about you, but I, am boiling! Is there a way we can turn these torches off?"

You nodded and with a lazy wave of your wand, the little flames around the platform gradually flickered out.

The newfound darkness made the stars twinkle even brigher as you laid your head on you palms, gazing up at the sky. In the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but notice Sebasian, now in the process of taking off his pyjama top. You swallow, trying hard to map the constellations instead of the toned muscles on his chest.

He loomed over you, half naked and content in his new level of comfort. The mild breeze carried the faint musk of his cologne and invaded your olfactory senses like a welcomed siege.

"Alright then, your turn," he jestured at your robes with a sly smile.

"Shut up, you stinky hornklump!" you playfully jeered, but taking your robes off nonetheless. The cool summer breeze was refreshing.

"The meteor shower should start in approximately ten minutes."

"Exciting," he remarked dryly, taking out a cloth parcel. "I didn't see you at supper so I brought us snacks from the kitchen just in case you're hungry."

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and gratefully accepted a juicy-looking bunch of grapes.

Sebastian laid down next to you and proceeded to levitate individual grapes towards his mouth. He lifted his head and chomped one from the air with a playful Rah!

You giggled and tried to imitate him, but fell a few centimeters short away from your grape. You lifted yourself by your elbows and the grape seemed to have distanced itself from your reach. You made a face at it while Sebastian let out an amused laugh, watching intently as you pursed your lips, hoping to suck enough air to pull the grape towards you.

"Merlin, I've never wanted to be a fruit so badly," he muttered under his breath.

You shoot him a sardonic look and extended your tongue instead, expertly coaxing the fruit toward you with a little curl. Sebastian's pupils dilated as he sucked in enough air to overfill his lungs.

"Merlin help me," he whispered to himself.

You laughed at his helplessness. He's a massive flirt and a sarcastic little charmer, but two can play this game, and you're not one to lose to Sebastian Rotten Horklump Sallow.

"Look!" Sebastian suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a tiny glint in the sky.

One.

Two.

Three.

And then five or more altogether!

Glittering streaks of white light filled the night sky in quick, random succession.

"Incredible! you breathed, your eyes glistening in amazement, mirroring the sparkling summer night.

Sebastian cooly rested in his spot, head on his hands and breathing a sigh of utter contentment.

The last of the meteors fell faintly, and you reached an arm out to the sky as if to catch one before letting your hand idly hover, poiting towards the stars. Sebastian did the same, pointing out the very last one before mimicking your laguid gesture. Your arms touched, sending electricity all the way down to your shoulder. You fixed your eyes on a random cluster of stars, denying the tension that's building from your skin merely touching his. He rubbed the back of his index finger against yours, making you let out an involuntary sigh.

Slowly, he moved his hand to meet your palm and you extend your fingers to give space for his. Your digits interlaced and he started rubbing his thumb on the back of yours, ever so slightly applying pressure and squeezing your hand as if to tether himself to you.

You closed your eyes and hummed contentendly, before quickly realizing he'd let go. You let your hand drop to your side. You opened your eyes only to find his face mere centimeters away from yours. His eyes dancing, searching for something in yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered shyly.

You parted your lips to answer but your breath catches in your throat.

"Can I?" he asked again, almost pleading this time.

"Ye—" you barely made out an answer before his lips met yours, soft and chaste, then deep and needy, making you grab at the sheets beneath you. You whimpered in his mouth, kissing him back, inviting his tongue in a torrid dance. You grabbed at his arms as his kisses become more frantic. He moved hungrily to trace the line of your jaw to the base of your neck. His hand unceremoniously began to undo the top buttons of your night dress before claiming a breast and cupping it possessively, thumb gliding over the now turgid bud.

You gasped loudly at the sudden gush of pleasure emanating from his touch. He fully undid the top of your nightie, hungrily taking a breast in his mouth, suckling and painting circles with his hot tongue. You helplessly mewled and shifted from under him, clawing at his shoulders to ground yourself.

Sebastian propped himself with a knee while his other hand made its way to the inside of your thigh, gently raking at the sensitive skin before stopping to trace the lace lining of your underwear. He decidedly took a break from your breast to plead for another consent, eyes seemingly pinning you down with his hungry gaze.

"Let me taste you," he almost demanded.

"Seb, I— no!"

"No?"

"No, please, I'm not ready," you coyly replied, suddenly feeling too self-concious and vulnerable for comfort.

His brows furrowed, but he refused to linger on his disappointment.

"Can I touch you?" he asked in a begging tone that could almost break your heart.

You gave a slight nod and he let out a sigh of relief, as if you just saved his life.

He methodically rolled your dress up your hips and traced the garter of your lace-trimmed underwear, tugging it down ever-so gently. A thin string of wetness lingered as he pulled it down to expose his new focus.

"Fuuuuck," he painfully breathed behind gritted teeth. His eyes darted back and forth, somewhat overwhelmed of where to start. He could feel the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers demanding his attention.

He parted your wetness with his middle finger, deftly exploring the parts that coaxed the best sounds from your lips.

Your eyes snapped shut as he slid a finger inside you, chest heaving from the sensory onslaught Sebastian was putting your through.

He slipped another digit in, making you clasp your mouth to stifle a loud involuntary cry. Sebastian tugged it away, leaning closer so you can hear his words clearly, "I want to hear you."

His eyes had turned dark with need, boring into yours with a primal intensity you've never seen in him before. You nodded, helplessly, hopelessly trying to fight the fog of pleasure overtaking your mind.

He curled his fingers inside you, searching for the mound of flesh he noted made you cry out at the slightest pressure.

Sebastian moved his fingers inside you like a master beckoning his pet to come, his thumb simultaneously stimulating the bundle of nerves he knew was your most sensitive spot.

And come you did. In a slow, intense burst of pleasure that threatened to shatter your core. Fireworks exploded inside your head and you convulsed from under him, back arching to meet his hand. You grabbed his arm to steady it as he proudly watched you ride out the last of your spasms.

He waited until your breathing stabilized before taking his digits back.

You gingerly opened your eyes to find him licking your moisture off his fingers with a self-satisfied look on his face, as yours burn in response.

"I am gonna taste you one way or another," he reasoned with a smugness that is all his.

You let out a breath of amusement and disbelief, turning your head to the side to avoid his ever-so lustful stare.

Sebastian took his robe and draped it over, straightening your dress while allowing you time to process what just happened.

He let himself drop beside you, letting out a resigned sigh before giving the top of your head a kiss. You wiggled closer to him, wrapping a leg over his thigh and taking note of the very obvious bulge in his trousers. Your brain started to clear as you come to the realization of what you must do next. Somehow, as unplanned as the events of tonight had been, you felt the need to reciprocate. You glided your hand over Sebastian's handness, eager for your turn. He gasped and grabbed your wrist, jolting up to meet your gaze.

"No!" he exclaimed with pleading eyes.

You blinked at him, speechless at his sudden unlikely reaction.

"I mean, not like this."

"Sebastian, I—"

"I mean," he said, hoisting you to straddle him, "not until we make it offical."

"What?"

"I want to make it official," he muttered coyly under his breath, eyes darting to the side to hide his already very obvious embarassment.

Wherever the confident, charming Sebastian Sallow went, who knows. The person intensely blushing under you seemed to be a completely different person— unsure and apprehensive, almost self-conscious.

"I want to date you!" he explained. "I want to take you out for butterbeer and long walks or whatever you like! We will do whatever you want to do! I don't know! I'm new to this." He looked back at you, eyes searching yours for a response.

You burst out in fits of giggles and rested your head on his chest.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" you teased, settling yourself with the loud thumping of his heart.

"Well, do you... Do you want to be together?" he implored diffidently.

"But we are together!" you hummed absent-mindedly, now busy drawing little circles on his arm.

"You know what I mean!" he grumbled.

"So what are you asking?" you teased further.

"I... I want you to be my girlfriend!" he sounded almost bashfully uncertain, as if you haven't spent the better part of the year aggressively flirting with each other on a daily basis, much to the chagrin of every one of your friends forced to witness.

"I mean, after you've tainted my purity? Do I even have a choice?"

"I'm serious!" he moaned, propping himself up and robbing you of your comfortable position.

"Yes, Sebastian Sallow, I will be your smart, funny, amazing girlfriend!" you solemnly pledged with a hand over your heart.

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief before biting his lips to hide a ridiculously obvious beam of happiness. He resumed his position before confidently declaring, "You should be honoured."

You grabbed his bulge and gave it quick squeeze, making him loudly cry in surprise, causing nearby birds to scatter.

"I am."

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Notes:

I may or may not have copyread this one so big apologies for the typos! This has been sitting in my notes for forever but today I decided to bite the bullet and just post it. I haven't written smut in over five years so please be gentle. Anyhoo, thank you for reading and I hope it gave you a giggle or two.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fluff #i would die for sebastian sallow

[void-ink-studios]

This Isn't a Time Room, It's a Time Home

In which Scarab learns a bit about himself as he tries to fill his days in the Time Room.

And this will be the last chapter before a 2-part finale to this series. That doesn't mean I won't be writing these two ever again! If I get ideas, I'll come back and write them! But I'm running out of steam posting 2,000+ word fics every day, and I'd like to end this off on a good note. 20 chapters, totaling 50,000 words seemed like a nice, even spot to stop. So, get ready for that, and I hope you all have enjoyed the ride!

First part of the finale will drop tomorrow, so stay tuned!

Word Count: 2,000

It had been a long time since Scarab had his own space.

A long... long time.

He had a burrow, back at the Mounds, that he'd decorated and made his own. It was a cozy space, if he remembered correctly.

He remembered a love of collecting and preserving the flowers and wild plants he found on his patrol routes. He remembered making simple decorations out of his discoveries, and cluttering his burrow with them.

That was a time that he wasn't constantly on the move. When his life was simpler. More stationary.

He hadn't been stationary for eons.

His life as an Auditor had him constantly on the move. He had... nothing. No home. No place to rest, not when he wasn't really allowed to rest.

If he rested, it was at camps or hotels in whatever world he was tracking a target through. And if that camp happened to be on a floating asteroid in the middle of the void, then so be it.

Scarab didn't complain. Maybe couldn't is the more accurate term, but it's not like it mattered.

The point was, he didn't settle down. He didn't have a place to be stationary, to decorate, to... own.

He wondered if that was sad. He wondered if other Auditors ever got to... settle. If they had a home, somewhere in the Judgement Hall, or elsewhere.

But, that wasn't the case now.

Now, he had no choice but to be stationary.

Everything in the Time Room had a degree of stillness to it. If clocks could work in here, he would probably be able to hear and focus on each and every individual tick. Nothing moved here, other than what they made move. Nothing changed here, other than what they manually changed.

Prismo didn't seem to mind it too much. It was his existence, everything he ever knew (until recently) was in this infinite cube.

Prismo was powerful. He could make the Time Room in anything he wanted. He could conjure almost anything he wanted into the Time Room, rearrange its walls however he saw fit, make it as personal as something could be in the cosmos.

And yet, all that was there, that was uniquely Prismo, was a Hot Tub, and a room full of pickle experiments.

Scarab wasn't sure what to make of it.

He asked the Wishmaster about it, and he only received a shrug. "I dunno man. Kinda hard to have decoration tastes when all you got is a yellow or gray wall of cubes. I like the Hot Tub, and I like the pickles. If you think it's boring, feel free to go at it yourself."

That had made Scarab chirp, curiously.

He looked around the empty corners, and... he saw potential.

He hesitated at first.

"Prismo, did you... mean what you said, before? That I could... decorate the Time Room if I wished?"

The Wishmaster cuddled him closer, sleepily humming. "Yeah, Lovebug. I think that'd be... cool."

Scarab couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cool, hmm?"

"Yeah... You've been everywhere. You'd have a better idea of what looks nice than I would. I saw have at it, sweetheart."

Prismo proceeded to nuzzle and kiss him in their cuddle pile, putting an end to the conversation, but Scarab had the confirmation he needed.

He thought. Considered.

It started small. No conjuring just yet. Just manipulating the walls themselves.

Some places to climb and perch, both for himself and Cos whenever he came over.

He moved the hot tub out of the center of the room, more into the corner, and more of a statement, with a platform, stairs, and shelves.

Made a proper statement around the entrance to the basement.

Already, it was looking a little bit nicer in here.

Scarab chirped happily as he stood back and looked at his work. He preened when their game night crew commented that the Time Room looked a bit more... alive.

He clicked in consideration, eyes skimming what might look nice.

"Prismo... Do you have any objections to... well, anything I suppose?"

Prismo seemed startled that he was being addressed, pausing his fanfic writing to look around.

"U-Uhm... why are you asking me...? This is your project, yeah?"

Scarab tilted his head at him.

"This is your space too, Prismo. I wouldn't want you to... what, silently suffer in your primary living space. Just... you're allowed to have preferences, you know?"

Prismo gave an awkward smile before he tried to think.

"Uh..."

He seemed to have a mental click, eyes focusing on an empty corner. Scarab looked between that corner and Prismo, raising an eyebrow.

"...No statues. At least... none that look like people."

"I'll keep that in mind" Scarab hummed. "Thank you for telling me, love." He nuzzled Prismo's cheek, clicking softly.

So, no statues. That at least narrowed it down.

He thought about what seemed to interest Prismo most on their "field trips" to both Ooo and Fionna's world.

Prismo liked shiny things. He liked gold and crystals and the stars. He liked complex patterns, geometric and abstract. And he liked bold, bright colors.

Hmmm...

Yes, he could work with that.

He continued to play it subtle. Small for now.

He was still getting used to conjuring. So, no complex configurations right now. But that was fine by him.

Because Scarab found out something about himself. Or, rediscovered?

Scarab liked making things. He liked working on things with his talons, something small, meticulous.

Maybe writing fanfiction with Prismo rekindled this love, but working on his accessories for the Gala fanned the flames. He took pride in it, smiling wider than he could remember through learning how to make the shawl and necklace.

So, he set to work.

"Oooh, starting up the lair again?"

Scarab rolled his eyes, not dignifying that with a response as he slipped inside.

And the Time Room began to come to life.

Small crystal stars hanging from some of the perches, that sparkled, wrapped in gold wire.

Crystal ornaments on scattered shelves, wrapped with intricate metalwork, making their own stands. They shined with colors, from blue to purple to green, casting lovely beams of light all around, finally breaking up the yellow walls.

Boldly patterned, lose curtains, held in place by beetle shaped golden fixtures, framed the entrances to the Time Room gorgeously. There were eyes and hands and butterfly wing motifs, all intricately woven together into a truly eye catching design.

"Woah... Lovebug, this place looks nice!"

"Thank you, my dear... I think... I like it too."

Things could only really get more elaborate from here.

Scarab wanted something green. Something alive, something that could change.

So he got some seeds, from all over the multiverse, and got to work.

It was tricky, finding ways of cultivating something alive in the still environment of the Time Room, but Scarab was nothing if not persistent.

He relished in the feeling of leaves, of some organic beauty. He hadn't had the time to stop and admire the flora he'd find on his hunts, but now was as good a time as any to make up for it.

It reminded him of home. Of the lush green forests that rested in the center of his Mound, the ones he could spend hours flying through and playing in, ones he spent many nights camping in with friends.

It was something alive. Something he wanted to take care of.

The plants soon made their way into the Time Room. Quite aggressively, Prismo might say.

Vines curled around the perches, sometimes wrapping around and lacking together with the various crystal stars he had set up earlier. Ferns found homes on shelves, filling out corners, or in hanging pots from above.

Some plants looked strangely unremarkable compared to the elaborate ferns or chaotically elegant vines, yet they found themselves in places of pride, near the entrances and on prominent shelves.

Prismo couldn't help but ask about them.

"Just wait and see, my dear. You'll see."

And see he did.

Because while the plants looked unassuming now, they wouldn't be for long.

Prismo watched in wonder as the flowers bloomed. They opened in a beautiful pinks and light blues, filled the room with perfume and color. The Time Room felt alive, really truly alive, for the first time since before Prismo came to inhabit it.

Scarab admired his work, preening under the oohs and aahs of their guests.

But he wasn't done quite yet.

He pulled a few more shelves out of the wall, and made it a bookcase. There were books from Scarab's own travels, things he found interesting. Some were encyclopedias and bestiaries, culminations of information that Scarab found fascinating.

But there was a special shelf for Prismo.

That shelf was for the things Prismo wrote. That was for showing off what the Wishmaster had made for himself. Prismo sputtered at first, but was quickly shut up with kisses and nuzzles.

Yes, the Time Room was certainly refreshed. No more empty yellow walls where nothing ever happened. Now it was a space of both interests, a space for them to truly live.

Scarab chirped in excitement when he saw Prismo make his own little modifications. A fridge for drinks and snacks. A pantry for some open pickle jars. A music player to add some background noise.

Scarab couldn't have been prouder. It was nice to see Prismo... want things. Want things for himself, something that didn't threaten the architecture of the multiverse.

Scarab had meant for it to stop there. He was satisfied with the new pops of color and personality.

What he didn't expect were gifts.

Seems that the renovations were interpreted as invitations. Invitations to provide trinkets to fill the space.

Neither god minded one bit.

From Cos, a crystal ball, filled with a tiny dream core. It shined and swirled with blues and pinks, small music box chimes occasionally echoing around.

From Life and Death, a bonsai tree, circling constantly through the seasons, complete with a little sand garden and tiny rake. Scarab politely didn't laugh as he watched Prismo play with it for... perhaps a bit longer than what would be becoming of a god.

From the Organizer, a desk. A small one, nothing fancy, but a sturdy, practical desk. The laptop had taken a place of pride there, next to the fridge.

From Fionna and Cake, there were pictures. Pictures around the city, pictures of them and their friends, reassurances that they were okay and thriving.

Finn also gave pictures. Of a specific someone. Scarab learned a lot about Jake as Prismo hung each one up, a story attached to each. The beetle let the Wishmaster hold him, both staring that the photos that now covered the wall.

It was perfect, in their opinions. It was all perfect.

Except it seems that the cosmos had one more surprise for them.

Wish magic seemed to have strange effects on mortal plants and mundane crystals.

The crystals began to glow. They casted a pearly aura, a mist almost, laced with magic that rose up and swirled above them. Almost like clouds in a sky. The two of them spent a lot of time just staring up and admiring it. The clouds rolled and tumbled over each other like the real things, a light rolling thunder every once in a while, echoing around the room.

Scarab thought of home again. Of the forests. He'd always slept better listening to the rolling thunder and rain tapping off the roof of his burrow.

It made for a lovely evening, cuddling with Prismo in their blanket pile, listening to the faux thunderstorm, watching the tv wall.

It reached the flowers as well. The petals bled into unusual colors. Pink shimmering with an unearthly purple. Blue sparking with golden tips.

Glowing pollen spilled out the bell, floating ethereally. Like stars.

The legends of the Time Room had begun to shift, apparently. Word didn't reach either god until much, much later, but it made them chuckle regardless.

No longer was it spoken of as a clinical, featureless chamber. Prismo was not spoken of as an extension of the room. It was no longer "Prismo, keeper of the Time Room."

Now it was "The Time Room, home to the Almighty Prismo."

And Scarab couldn't help but indulge in maybe a bit of smug satisfaction when word reached them. The Time Room did not change unless they willed it.

But the Time Room was their home.

And now they finally willed it to feel like one.

#prohibitedwish #scarab x prismo #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #prohibitedwish fanfic #wrath of the wishmaster

[star-quill]

nsfw with neighbor peter and an age gap, i love the ones where he comes and helps around the house or just anything w a plot

i fr cant stop thinking about it honestly.....

i can imagine you really crushing hard on him so one day your parents are out and you go over to his place. he opens the door and you mention that they're getting you some new shelves for your room, if he could possibly help with it. he smiles and accepts, says he'll come by tomorrow.

the next day your dad's away at work and your mom's watching tv when he knocks at the door. she lets him in and tells you where your room is. he smiles and manoeuvres around her and towards your room.

"hey.. here to— oh shit.."

you were stood in your room, wearing nothing but a pleated skirt, no tshirt, no bra, nothing.

"hi! don't mind me.. actually do you think this skirt looks nice?"

he just swallowed, adjusting himself in his pants and you noticed, grinning over at him.

"i'll take that as a yes.."

you put your hands on his chest and he's just frozen to the spot, hands clenched by his side. but, god, he wants to touch you so badly, wants to hold your hips as he fucks you, wants to put his hand round your throat, wants to let your pussy suffocate his fingers. you simple turned on your heels and shut your bedroom door, smiling at him before be finally made a move, coming over to you and lifting you up and pushing you against the door.

"you think you're so goddamn cute.. teasin' me like this.."

"mmhm!"

he just pulled away, hands on your thighs as he walked over to your bed, dropping you onto the mattress and just looking at you. his hand went to your knee and spread your legs out.

"so pretty.. fuck.."

he immediately got on his knee and buried his head between your legs, licking and sucking with fervour. you had to cover your mouth with your hand, muffling your whines and whimpers. your other hand went straight to his hair, fisting in his curls. he was going so deep, making you come quickly, and all over his mouth.

he pulled away and immediately moved your hand away from your mouth to kiss you, hungrily and open mouthed. his dick was pushing against his zipper and pressing against your wet core, making you mewl against his lips. his hands reached down and fumbled with his zipper, pulling his dick out and quickly pushing inside of you. he swallowed your moans with his lips, kissing you softly. you grabbed and pulled softly at his curls even more, making him rock into you so much deeper.

he had to go slow, trying to not snap his hips and thrust into you, afraid that any loud noise would make your mom come up and check on you two. he groaned into your mouth as he pushed into you, filling you up completely. after a few more lazy thrusts, he pulled out, spilling his release onto your stomach, grunting into your mouth.

"lay there.. i'll clean you up.."

he walked to your ensuite, grabbing a folded towel and cane back, swiping the towel over your stomach before he leant down and kissed you softly on the mouth.

"still got that shelf i need to put up.. you just lay there and look pretty.."

you blushed and smiled, rolling over onto your stomach and leaning your head on your hands, watching as he zipped himself back up and grabbed the shelf. he proceeded to put it up where you told him to, while you sat and admired him, his biceps and back muscles flexing in his shirt.

"can we do this again?"

"me putting a shelf up?"

"funny.. i meant hooking up.."

"why don't you come over tomorrow night?"

"really?"

"yeah.. that was the best sex i've had in a long time.."

"i'll have to sneak out, y'know.."

he walked back over to you and you knelt up on your bed, his hands cupping your face.

"you gonna come over in that skirt?"

"of course.."

"then you can sneak out and see me any day of the week, baby.."

#this was in my drafts unfinished for a while #i shouldn't really stop mid writing bc i struggle to finish if i come back #peter quill #peter quill drabble #peter quill x reader #peter quill smut #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #anon

[delqcate]

mama kissed santa claus!

in when the youngest malfoy is just a tad too excited for christmas and catches something...unexpected

{credits to the gif owner}

warnings: some cussing

paring: d.m. and y.n.

a/n: sorry for the long hiatus guys! i haven't been motivated to write at all and school has been catching up to me, i'm sorry if this is rushed but i wish you all a merry christmas and an amazing new year <3

p.s. i have no fucking idea how the hell how to spell santas fucking last name, also, not proofread. i never do 😭

IT WAS AROUND midnight in malfoy mannor and everyone was sound asleep. well, almost everyone. because just a few rooms away from y/n and draco's room lays a very hyper scorpius, playing with his dragon stuffie before thinking of a clever idea.

operation: catch santa claus.

he grabs his teddy and makes his way out of his room, having to tip toe just slightly to open his door quietly and walk down the stairs carefully. as scorpuis' little pats could be heard, a set of heavy footsteps accompanied them.

scorpius reaches the bottom of the staircase and runs, well, waddles to the living room, hiding behind the couch where his small body blends in the shadows. he thinks he's just missed santa before he sees someone in a red suit and black boots and a red sack filled with toys.

'santa!' he says in his head. 'i cant wait to tell mama abwout this!' he slowly gets up and grabs his dragon stuffie, before he can waddle away he spots a familiar person, so he decides to stay and snoop.

" do you think he'll find out? " y/n says as she sits down on draco's lap, removing his santa hat. " i don't think so, he was sound asleep when i put him to bed. " draco says as he wraps his arms around her waist.

she smiles slightly and kisses him gently. draco cups her cheek and deepens the kiss, before any of them can do anything else a familiar voice filled the living room.

" mama kissed santa claus, mama kissed santa claus, ahhhh! " scorpius gets on the couch and starts to smack 'santa' with his dragon stuffie.

y/n laughs as he keeps smacking him but then trys to pry him off as draco defends himself. " s- scorp, calm down! " after a while y/n was able to pry him off and look at him. " you kissed santa mama! " scorp pouts softly and smacks her with his stuffie.

" no- no, scorp- " before y/n spills anything and ruins the magic, she thinks of something else. " ok, look. if you don't tell dada, i'll give you sweets before breakfast tomorrow but only a little. ok? " scorpius smiles and nods quickly.

" otay, otay, mama! " scorp smiles and quickly waddles back to his room, a bright smile on his face as he falls asleep.

" seriously, y/n? i got attacked and how dare you not save me! " draco gasps dramatically. y/n laughs and pecks his lips. " sorry, but it was funny ! " she smiles and giggles.

it's christmas morning and scorpius opens all his gifts with a bright smile, with a small pile of candy beside him while y/n records with a bright smile that mirrors their son.

" dada? " scorp looks at draco. " hm? " he looks at scorp. " mama kissed santa last night. " y/n gasps dramatically. " scorp you promised ! " scorp giggles as he opens more gifts.

draco looks at y/n with a smirk. " oh really? " y/n rolls her eyes. " oh, please. you're hotter anyways. " she smirks and kisses him gently.

" merry christmas, love. "

" merry christmas. "

no taglist for this one since i have not written in so long😭

#𝐂'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 // 📜 #draco my love // 😚 #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x female reader

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

My reality

AN: This is a submission for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge wich i found not long ago! Hope you'll like it!

I did ask for some extra promt though, which i recieved yesterday, and man, did it get my brain going!

The prompt: "I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, and it's fine.". I’ve accepted that as my reality.”

It is also written with Rihanna and Ne-yo - Hate that i love you, on repeat.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, Bucky being a gentleman(yes that is a warning), heartbreak

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It was done, Steve was gone, Sam gave away the shield, the new Captain Amercia was actually a villain and Bucky couldn't really find his place in the world anymore. When you first saw him, he was having dinner with an old man, a friend most likely given they had no similarities at all. It warmed your heart whenever you saw them after that. The old man, Yori as you came to find out later was a regular, more often that not sitting alone at the bar, but when the mysterious man appeared he always seemed a bit happier. It made you a bit more happier too. Something about a sad, old man sitting alone broke your heart everytime. The man, James as he introduced himself a few nights ago, let his eyes find yours from time to time, and you were unable to look away. His eyes had you in a chokehold, but you never talked to him, you never waited for him to start a conversation with you either. Usually you just run to the back saying you need to pack some stuff, or do inventory. Yori always chuckled.

-You should take her out. - he murmured to James one night. He rolled his eyes.

-I'm not ready to date. - James said indifferently.

-I didn't say date, i said take her out. You should meet younger people you know, i ain't gonna be around forever. - he chuckled.

-The hell you aren't, you're over 200 and still more fit than me. - James joked, lifting his beer to his lips as you walked back from the back with a carton of beer to be put in the fridge behind you. You weren't a power lifter, but being a bartender did give you some muscles, yet your skin looked so soft, he had to gulp as Yori chuckled beside him, tearing his eyes away from you.

-What? - he grumbled to Yori.

-Take her out. - Yori said before he got up and walked out for the night.

After you filled the fridge with drinks, you started to clean up, it was nearing closing time and you wanted to get a headstart on the cleaning. The whole time you felt watched, of course James was still here, watching your every move.

-You know.. it's rude to stare. - you smirked without looking at him, he cleared his throat.

-I wasn't...

-Yea you were. - you smiled at him this time and he gave a half smile back. You swear your heart skipped a beat. Yea that smile, that tired half smile of his should be absolutely illegal. You looked away abruptly, resuming the cleaning. He stayed until you closed the bar, only talking then.

-Do you... um.. do you want to have a drink sometime? - he asked but when he saw your - deer in the headights - expression he quickly tried to salvage the situation. -As um friends of course, but you don't ha...

-I'd love that James. - you said cutting him off. Now he had an expression of shock. -i'm working tomorrow, how about after i close?

-Yea, um that is fine. I'll come pick you up. - he said before walking away. You chuckled seeing his retreating form. How strange this man was, how intriguing.

Yori came to the bar around lunch and he sat at his usual spot. He beamed at you, seeing you once in a dress.

-You got a date tonight? - he asked.

-Oh you old man, i think you know exactly. - you smirked at him.

-So he finally asked.

-Don't ring the wedding bells, it's just a friendly drink.

-If you say so sweetheart. - he winked and you gasped, faking being offended before you both chuckled.

After your shift, you waited in front of the now locked door for him, he was running late. You sighed thinking he stood you up. What did you even want from this? Just as you started to walk home a hand gently grabbed your wrist, turning you towards him. You turn terrified only to see James.

-I'm sorry for being this late.. i just.. i. - he stutters as he hold out a boquet of tulips in his other hand. You look at the boquet, then at him and back.

-You didn't have to.. - you start head hung low. He releases your wrist, finger gently hooking under your chin making you look up at him.

-I wanted to. - he says before offering his arm, as you go in search for a bar.

He is more fun than you expected, once he feels comfortable enough you even joke. Then months pass, but he just never makes a move. YOu fall into this limbo of being friends, appreciating his friendship, but he is such a gentleman, you couldn't help but also fall for him. You hear Yori tease him about taking the next step, he says he want's to be there for the wedding, and then you leave, you save your little heart from hearing his answer to the joke. You know the answer, but you wouldn't want to hear it from his mouth.

-See now you chased her off old man. Stop with this, we're friends. - James says as he clenches his jaw then taking a sip from his beer.

-If you say so. - Yori says before going silent. When you get back, the atmosphere is weird, you don't want to address it though.

Another month passes and James appear with a redhead on his arm, introducing her to Yori. Yori passes you a sad look, before taking her hand. You stand there, acting unaffected but from the inside you're burning. Its too cold and too hot at the same time, it hurts, it's like a thousand needles. You keep the tears at bay, you cannot afford to let it show. You walk up to them, asking what you can get to them. The redhead beams at James, saying that they'll have two beers and two whiskeys. You nod and go around to make it.

After you hand them their drinks, you ask the other bartender to cover them for the night. You couldn't do this. Bucky notices your smile falter everytime Nat laughs loudly, you gave away the table they're at. He doesn't know what it is, but he cannot ask. Nat just came back after literally not existing for years, and he's clinging to her. She's one of the last pieces of his old life. She's someone he knows. She's the only other person who knows about you other than Yori.

You pull away after. You don't talk to them, only to Yori, everytime they visit the bar. Nat saw how this hurt Bucky, she couldn't help but be colder to you cause of it.

-It's not her fault you know. - Yori says to Nat one night when you stormed out at the back to smoke, hands shaking. It was one of those nights when you couldn't bear to see them, it hurt too much. Sure, you were just friends, but your heart said something else. You couldn't help it. And now it was broken and hurt.

-What? She doesn't know it hurts him? - Nat rolled her eyes.

-Natalia, they've been building their friendship as they like to call it, for months. Poor girl loved him since the first time he sat foot in this bar. She was patient, she never made a move thinking she's not he's type, telling herself to be just fine with his friendship. And now he's only ever coming in with another on his arms. I know you're friends, i know he's known you most of his life, but you cannot expect someone who hadn't heard a word about you, to not pull away. Since you're back they did not talk.

Nat realizes what Yori means. Well to be honest he quite literally says it. He does not really have a filter, that's what they all like about him.

-Where did she go? - Bucky asks them when he gets back from the restroom.

-Out in the back for a smoke. - Yori says looking in front of himself. Nat motions with her head for Bucky to go after you. And he does. He founds you crouched next to the wall, smoking with shaking hands, battling with the tears that wants to fall.

-What's up ? What happened?

-Nothing happened James. - you say in almost a whisper - i just have a bad day.

-Doll, it's not just a bad day, tell me what happened. Who hurt you?

-No James, i'm not playing this. You just.. why don't you go back to Natalia?

He sighs, his hands in his pockets as he nods and turns around to go back in, walking away once more. That's when you broke down. For once you let the tears fall thinking he couldn't hear them hitting the pavement. His heart breaks even more not knowing why you closed yourself off so much, so abruptly.

The next few weeks the circles only grow under your eyes, you've lost weight too, but at least you sometimes smile now. Only at Yori though, he hugs you too. Oh how Bucky misses hugging you. He still had no idea what has gotten you to distance yourself from him, but he'll have to accept it. Your smile immediately leaves your face when Nat comes in, hugging Bucky. She tries to talk to you too, but you just give her a nod before getting back to work.

Bucky sees as Yori gently squeezez your hand, as if giving you some power to get through the day. Your lips in a tight line as you nod.

Nat leans closer to him, whispering to his ear.

-Did you try to talk to her? To actually ask?

Bucky nods.

-Did you get an answer?

Bucky shakes his head. No. You didn't answer.

-Try again. I'm fed up seeing you both sulking. - she says as he gently kisses his face. Your hands shake again. You need a new job. You cannot bear this anymore. You dropped a tray of beer glasses, cursing as you crouch down to collect the pieces of broken glass. Of course with shaking hands you cut your hand immediately in multiple places. Bucky rans to you, helping you, slotting your hand under the water before reaching for the medkit, to bangade your hand.

-James, you don't have to.. - you try to peel your hands away.

-I want to. Come on. - he says, with a gentle hanbd on the small of your back, ushering you into the back of the bar. You sit down and he kneels before you, gently disinfecting your cuts in silence.

-Why are you avoiding me? - he asks not looking into your eyes.

-I'm no... - you try to say but he cuts you off.

-Yes you are, and i'd at least like to know why, or what did i do..

-James... - his name rolls of your lips with a sigh, breaking his heart a little more. -It's..I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, and it's fine.. I’ve accepted that as my reality. It's fine. You don't have to pretend to care. - you say head hung low.

-Sweetheart, where did you get this form? - he asks making you look at him as he caresses your face, and you can't help but close your tearstricken eyes and melt into the touch.

-I.. i mean.. i've waited patiently for months.. I always hoped that maybe next time. Maybe with the next movie night spent cuddling. But nothing ever happened. And then Nat came and i was forgotten. Again it is alright, you're not obligated to feel anything for me.. I just wish there would be a way to know it before it happens.. To protect my heart from the imminent heartbreak..

-Doll, we're just old friends.. i.. i love you. I was just afraid to take that step.. you deserve so much better. You're so perfect in every way it hurts. - he says looking into your eyes, making you scoff as you wipe your tears away. -Don't scoff. - he says, leaning closer, gently pecking your lips before retreating to look into your eyes lovingly.

#Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge #fanfic #bucky barnes drabble #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfiction #tfatws

[sing-you-fools]

you mentioned your character sheet having the fields "what kind of story do they think they're in" and "what role do they think they're playing in it"

i think this is awesome!

what else is on your character sheet?

oh my gosh. i was in the middle of answering this when i went to check something and clicked a link without realizing it was a tumblr link. it's gone. and. well. i'm sure you were not expecting as MUCH answer as i was putting there, anyway, so maybe it's for the best.

my character and worldbuilding sheets have an unhinged level of detail, because i use them not as a "fill this whole thing out before you get started" tool but as an "organize the information you include and thoughts you have so you can reference them later" tool, because (1) audhd and (2) i'm hoping the book i'm working on is the first in a huge expansive world that i'll still be playing in when i'm 70.

the character sheet is broken down into Basics, Role in the Story, Appearance, Communication, Backstory, Family,* Relationships, Personality and Psychology, Just for Fun, and Other (which is just a spot for if i need it, it doesn’t have any questions or prompts). and each of those has a ton of questions (except Other, as established in the previous parenthetical aside).

it's hard to say what i have in there that's the most important, or my favorite, or whatever, because it all depends very much on the character's answer. for example, most of my characters don't think they're in a story at all, they would say "this is my real life what are you talking about i'm not playing a role i'm trying to get to tomorrow," which means the questions you mentioned aren't all that fun for them, but they become very fun for a couple i'm writing, because Nat thinks he's living his best gay musical romcom life and Zari is convinced down to his bones that he's a lead in a deeply tragic romance - in reality, they're more like Merry and Pippin, and if they'd stop for a brief reality check maybe they'd reconsider picking up the Palantir.

these questions fall under "Role in the Story," which also contains fun gems like: personal goal, interpersonal goal, and team goals, because i get annoyed at character sheets that act like people just have one goal. and the full list of D&D skills and sets, even though i've never played D&D, because they seem useful. it also has "how much do they know about what's happening?" and "are they having a good time?" as some more example questions.

i have a lot in the sheet that would probably seem repetitive, but having similar questions in different categories means i think about them differently. i have "health" under Basics, for example, and that means if someone's using a cane it'll probably get mentioned there. but i also have "medical devices and mobility aids" under Appearance, because it tells me one thing that House has a bad leg because of muscle death and uses a cane, and another thing that the cane has flames up it and a skull handle and he uses it wrong. (if i'm misremembering House's cane please don't come for me it's been over a decade since i saw an episode of that show he's just still the most recognizable character i could think of with a mobility aid which is kind of sad)

possibly my favorite part of my character builder is this:

a cartoon by Tom Gauld (@myjetpack). it's right in the middle of my "personality and psychology" section. it's important for me to define what my characters do and don't know about because otherwise i end up with them knowing everything, and that's so boring. this comic just perfectly broke it down for my brain, so i plopped it in.

and a lot of my favorite questions focus on the contradictions and tensions and perception gaps inherent in being a person. what do they hate about the people they love, or love about the people they hate? what do they bring to their relationships, and what do they think they bring? what do strangers/authority figures/children/etc think of them, and what do they think people think of them? what's their biggest flaw and what do they think is their biggest flaw?

i could honestly go on forever about these; in fact i think this is still shorter than my answer that got deleted. so i'm going to cut myself off, but i'm happy to share more about them, and someday i may even post them for anyone else who might want them. i want to use them a bit first, though, to see what can be fine-tuned. in addition to character sheets, i've got sheets for Setting, Species, Religion, Nation, Magic System, Subculture (any group smaller than religion/nation/species that might have its own culture), and Scene (less worldbuilding, more to keep the details and goal of a scene straight in my own head, but still). these are all significantly less detailed than the Character one, but significantly more detailed than any one site i could find included when i was searching. and all my sheets, questions and prompts are gathered and compiled from all over the internet; i would not be able to provide sources because i did not bother to record them.

#*for the purposes of the sheet i define family as “the people you came from” #but that is not how i define it and is in direct opposition to many of my themes #sometimes we use language imperfectly because if we're obsessing over it at the building your character sketch stage #we'll NEVER get ANYTHING done #long post #character building #character design #character writing #worldbuilding #my writing #syf answers #sing-you-fools #id in alt text

[i--antimony]

tuesday yet we persevere

what a week lads

listening up to partizan 18. the exchange of jack: "is inertia when you're stopping or going?" austin, very confidently: "it's when you're going" had me shouting NO at my phone, thank god art chimed in to clarify and actually define inertia. i love you art. been listening to a lot of breaking benjamin while i marathon-focus on trying to finish my poster by. tonight. yeouch.

reading fallow

playing pokego! it's become my fun little morning activity while i lay in bed waking up. like. ok i need to be awake. i will drowsily catch the 3 pokemon that spawn around me and spin the pokestop across the street. ok time to get out of bed i guess.

watching hbomberguy new four hour video reigns supreme. i've had it on periodically while i do chores, cook, etc.

making pottery! basically everything came out of the kiln at once! some finished objects:

the mugs (more like teacups, really, shrinkage strikes again) came out cute, despite the orange one getting a crack in the handle. i really love the way the white bowl came out with the koi, i'd put lillypads inside but they really didn't show up at all so i didn't bother photographing. that little black vase was done with a dark blue glaze that came out. black. so i probably did too many layers, plus it was on red clay, so oops. the little ramekins came out cute, i tried one of the stoneware glazes on the left one and it came out really matte which surprised me, but otherwise some standard lil bowls! and finally i hate the striped object behind the ramekins. i forgot to cover it up after making it and didn't get to trim it before it was bone dry so i just had to let it be was it was so it's really bottom-heavy. and i hate the way the glazed stripes came out. such is life. my roommate likes it so i might give it to her LOL.

dragon mug underglaze came out interesting!!! i used two different brands of underglaze and one of them came out. shiny?? so putting clear normal glaze over that texture proved a real challenge, especially for the handle. i used another underglaze (a chocolate brown, same as the one on the handle on the right) to fill in the background/inside/some linework details, then covered the whole thing in clear, so we'll see how that turns out! the little tree teacup i just covered in clear and put back on the kiln rack, i didn't want to add anything else to it, it came out sooo cute :)

did more underglaze stuff on two bowls, eye motif!!! one as a scratched out and one as painted on. excited to see how they go for the first firing. i had some Big bowls to trim and they were still a little wet but i was like eh i bet i can. i could not. look how i've massacred my boy (bottom left). it totally spun off the wheel but thankfully it's still soft enough that i was able to just sorta nudge it back into a circular shape. i did ragequit trimming for that day because of it though and did the eye underglaze work instead hahahah. hopefully will be able to trim them on wednesday! it's just so dang cold in the area where the pottery is stored to dry out so it takes forever in the winter.

finally, i finished the winter headband for my roommate's mom last night! image is not the finished one, i forgot to take a picture yesterday but i'll just do that after i block it later this week. i took the photo a few days ago because i actually made a mistake in the pattern and was trying to judge how obvious it was and whether or not to go back 10 rows and redo it. i don't think it's that obvious so i decided to keep going. can you spot the mistake :b

misc oughhh aughgghghgh academic poster. my advisor was really difficult to communicate with yesterday but made up for it this morning. her husband stressed me out for no reason but it's fine. i think i can finish it before the poster session tomorrow but odds are in the air as to whether i can get it Printed before the poster session tomorrow. woof. and then i need to figure out what i'm wearing at this conference and pack by friday.

#tuesdayposting

[olsenmyolsen]

All Eyes On Me

Part 18 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~8.5K

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Y/N POV

I decided to listen to my girlfriend Elizabeth Olsen and not have a frozen breakfast. I made buttery pancakes and scrambled eggs. Breakfast isn't my favorite meal, but it is Liz's. Well, I think every meal is Liz's favorite, if I'm being honest. But I persist! MK left halfway through, but I promised her we'd hang out soon. Anyways I still have extra batter, so if I'm feeling up for it, maybe I'll have more after I finish my two pancakes and scrambled eggs with hot sauce—the only way to do it.

I sit my butt down on my couch and place my plate and cup of tea on my coffee table. I have a dining room table, but it's a small and old plus; if it's just me here, why would I use it? Ya know?

I pull out my phone and decide to see what's going on in the world and if I should hate myself while I eat. One bite and in and fuck, why don't I make pancakes more! This is so good! Okay, new food fixation, I feel it! Tomorrow morning? Pancakes! This weekend? Pancakes! Hell yeah!

Through my pancake high and ignoring the latest news about how our planet is fucked I take a moment to think on where I'm at and how I feel. After my mom left, I felt like she and I were possibly on the most significant grounds of understanding one another in years. She told me she'd come by early afternoon so she could adequately see my space, and so we could hang out and do touristy things. It's her first time in New York, after all! So, I guess I got a couple of hours to kill.

I am also incredibly thankful and appreciative of MK for being here and supporting me. She didn't have to stay or do the things she did, but the fact that she did meant so much. As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.

I then think about one more person. I shove another forkful of eggs into my mouth before I get up and grab the picture of Max and I. The picture MK saw last night. I return to the couch and place it next to my plate. I haven't opened it since that day. I don't know why I want it here with me. Maybe it's the guilt I feel? Perhaps it's because I'm ready? I don't know...

Before my mind can wander anymore, my phone lights up. It's Max. I guess she's on break, so time to trauma bond, am I right!? Just kidding, Max is just understanding.

Y/N: Hey, what's up?

Max: Not much. I just have a free minute, just wanted to check in with you!

Liz POV

After Max gave me a rundown of how Y/N and her mom have been over the last couple of years, I instantly feel my soul hurt for the person I love. I guess she never mentioned her mom for a reason. Max also told me the name, Davey. Max said that Y/N might bring up that name up if she talks about her mom but to not push her on it. I fill in the small blanks and figure out that it must be her dad or stepdad.

This makes me feel shitty about how I could think that MK would swoop in and take Y/N. It's stupid, I know. But Y/N is hot and my girlfriend. MK has this weird pull on her, and I don't want to lose her. So yeah, I may have texted some bitchy things, but now I'm apologizing.

I put my phone away, and as my nerves start working up my body as Max's phone tells me that we're here. This is it! I made it! A black SUV pulls out of a spot just in front of the building. Perfect! I must be wearing a stupid smile because when I look at Max, she has the same face, but she's looking at me while I was looking at an old NY building.

Max cocks an eyebrow. "You ready?" I rapidly nod and hop out of the car. Max does the same and comes to the back to open the truck for my bags and suitcases. I insisted on helping, but Max informs me that I'm the "Queen," so luggage was "beneath me." Silly, but who am I to argue? However, before Max piles everything onto or in front of her, I grab my black backpack and traveling tote.

I start to walk ahead and into the building before max yells out and stops me. "You don't know where you're going." Shit. She's right. I roll my eyes and gesture for her to lead the way instead. We get to the elevator. Max hits the button and informs me we have about 20 seconds till it arrives. Good to know. As we wait, I can see Max's mind working, and ding, she gets an idea as the doors open.

Max pulls out her phone and dials up Y/N as we step into the elevator. "Basically, I talk and talk, and then when we arrive in front of her-" Y/N answers. I like this plan. I like everything that's happening, actually! I continue to listen to Max. I only hear her side of the conversation before I get too nosy and grab her phone, putting the call on speaker. Max looks at me and mouthed the word sorry before I had her phone back.

Y/N: No, you don't need to come over. I'm alright.

Max: You eating?

Y: Pancakes and eggs. Dude, I never realized how I might have an addiction to pancakes.

Max laughs at Y/N's ridiculous comment while I smile because she made what I said.

The elevator comes to Y/N's floor, and we hop off.

M: Hey, so we still on for Avengers tonight?

Y: Yeah-

M: Is it cool if I bring someone?

Max looks at me with pure excitement.

Y: Uhh yeah, is it Flirty?

M: Someone better!

Y: Do I know them?

M: You might.

We arrive at Y/N's door, and Max motions for me to knock as she gets behind me. I give a rhythmic set of knocks before covering the peephole, so she can't see that it's us.

Y: Hold on, someones at my door.

It feels like my whole body is vibrating, waiting for her to unlock this door. Shit, I should've thought about what to say when she opens the door! "Long time no see?" No, that's lame. I could just go with the classic-

-the door swings open!

"Hey, Coffee Girl."

Y/N POV

I feel my phone slipping from my hand, but thankfully some piece of my brain realizes I need it, so I subconsciously hang up and put it in my back pocket, all while staring at the beautiful green-eyed woman smiling at me. Like giving me a genuine fucking goofy ass grin.

I take a wobbly step forward as my face begins to break. "You're supposed to be in London.." "Surprise," Liz responds in a hushed voice before we clash into one another. We let our arms wrap around one another as we let quiet tears and kisses land on our faces. I'm still in awe that she's here! My Liz is here! I get lost in the moment, and it feels like time is speeding by, but I guarantee we've just been hugging for two minutes tops. "What? How? When? I-" I stop when I see my favorite redhead pop out from behind my girl.

"You bitch!" I let go of Liz and playfully shove Max before pulling her into a hug. "Thank you!" I let Max go as I feel an arm snake its way around my body before feeling a plethora of kisses land on my cheek, causing me to squirm. I look over at the green-eyed beauty next to me. She looks straight at me and gives her classic scrunch face. God, I love her. I then see Liz's eyes dart their way down my body before her eyes go wide, staring at my chest.

I look down, expecting my boobs to be on display or something, but oops, I forgot what shirt I was wearing. I whip my head back up to see Liz's awe-struck face. "I can't believe you have this!" I crane my head towards Max because it was her idea that I get this. All I get back in return is her hiding a fit of laughter behind her hands. "Please never wear this out." Liz pleads to me in a voice that makes me want to wear it 24/7. "But it's my favorite shirt!" I whine. She and I both know that's not true. My favorite shirt is the one she gave me the night I slept over. She shakes her head, but I see the smirk coming from her.

"Show me your place, love," Liz demands, changing the conversation entirely. So not wasting any more time, I help Max with the bags and bring the girls into my place. Once inside, I immediately start to become self-conscious. It's nowhere near as big as Liz's place. Or as nice. It's a studio. I have no garden. I literally just got stuff that expresses me as a person more. Shit, what if Liz doesn't like anything. What if-

"I love it." You what now? I watch Lizard look around my place. She becomes infatuated with the books and journals clogging up my tv stand. She runs a hand along the exposed brick on the dividing wall between the two main rooms. I watch her peer her eyes into the bedroom before she turns back to face me. Wait, why is she pouting? She just said she loves it. What happened?

"What's wrong?" I ask, making my way over to the little witch. "No plants." I pull Liz into a hug to comfort her but also to hide my eyes as they roll. Of course. I feel a hand hit my arm, and I look down in shock. "Just because I don't see it doesn't mean you can just roll your eyes." How does she know? "How!" I pull her and cup her face to ask. "I'm an Avenger." She states in the most 'duh' way possible before grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen.

I look back to the couch and just see Max, who has already made herself at home watching us. She puts a finger to her mouth and gags, but she knows this shit is cute. Plus, she has a special someone, too, so she can shh.

I focus my attention back on Liz as she begins searching through my kitchen cabinets and drawers. "Can I help, my love?" Liz doesn't respond. Instead, she pulls out her phone and begins typing away. I have zero idea what's happening. I try to take a peek at Liz's phone, but she pulls it away, and let me tell ya, earlier, she looked pouty. Now she looks angry.

"You're missing so many essential things, Y/N. It's killing me. You also have so many mismatched pots and pans." She holds up a blue pot I got from a neighbor, and she holds up a non-stick pan that I got from... I'm not sure where I got it from. I'm not even sure that's mine. Okay, maybe Liz has a point. "So?" Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

I watch Liz eye me up before she finishes typing on her phone and puts it away. She then looks around the kitchen and tilts her head at me. I hear a gasp come from the couch. "Y/N apologize right now. She's doing the thing." I quickly turn my head to Max and back to Liz, who is now wearing a smirk. "Okay, I'm sorry for having an unorganized kitchen. It's shameful. I know." My tone is more on the sarcastic side, but I think Liz knew I would never truly apologize. I mean, it's just knives, pots, and pans. "Good." She raises an eyebrow before she shifts back into her calm non-life-threatening self. I watched some videos about how Liz is obsessed with cooking and how she travels with her own kitchen wear, but I had no idea it was this bad.

"I ordered you all new things. And before you argue. It's more for me than you, and you know it." With that, she gives me a look. And it's just us. It's finally the two of us. Suddenly I feel a kiss fall onto my face before she gives me another one, followed by one more. I feel her push her body up against mine, and I love it. She keeps pushing, backing me up until I bump up against my kitchen counter. Liz wastes no time putting her hands on mine to stop me from moving. A tiny moan squeaks out of my lips as I feel her breath roll down my neck. I'm about to push her legs open with my own when I hear the most irradiating sound ever.

It's a cough from Max.

Why is she still here?

I feel Liz's breath against my neck, but this time it's because she is laughing and trying to hide her embarrassed face. We both forgot about her. I can't help but laugh and pull Liz into a hug. This moment is gone, and Liz's laugh is so contagious. "I'm going to excuse myself," Liz whispers to me before her red face escapes my grasp and makes her way to the bathroom, avoiding all eye contact with Max.

I turn to see my best friend gleaming at me. "Why didn't you just sneak out?" I whisper yell. "That was so hot." My face forms a look of shock and disgust. "Ew. Don't do that. That's my girlfriend, not the famous actress Elizabeth Olsen. Got it?" "Got it." Max nods, but she doesn't wipe that shit-eating grin she is wearing. "You ruined this moment," I state. "This moment wouldn't have happened without me." I groan in frustration because, once again, Max is right, and now I realize what a mess I'm in. My body missed Liz's touch a lot more than I realized.

I huff and shoot Max a face of pure anger before walking into my room just as Liz pops out of the bathroom. I take a look around, noticing my room isn't in perfect form. "Sorry." I simply state as I dig through my underwear drawer. "Don't apologize. Remember, I love your space. It's all you." She looks around, smiling before her eyes lock onto my own. The deeper I look into her eyes, the more I know she means it. I pull my gaze off her and pull out a red pair to change into. "Red, huh?" Liz notices. I feel my cheeks heat up. There's only one reason I'm changing my underwear right now, and Liz and I know it. She walks up to me and leans into my ear, and whispers. "Don't worry." Liz grabs my hand and brings it to her thigh. "I'm wearing your other red ones." She moves my hand up her leg as she begins attacking my ear. I'm not even in control of my mouth as quiet moans keep escaping and my inability to form words. My hands keeps moving up before she stops. I open my eyes to see her biting her lower lip before she kisses my nose and leaves my room in a blur.

I slowly turn towards another drawer to pull out a change of sweat shorts as well.

After a quick change, I come out to the living room to see Max and Liz finishing off the rest of the breakfast I had. They're in the middle of a conversation; well, it looks like Max is grilling Liz about MCU stuff, but Liz isn't budging. After another minute, Liz makes my presence known to Max, who quickly shuts up.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Max asks, looking at the two of us. This bitch.

"Oh, you're joining? I thought you were just Liz's chauffeur?" Liz cups a hand over her mouth as Max's jaw drops. "Fuck you." Max breathes out as she rolls her eyes and takes the dirty dishes into the kitchen. I shoot Liz a wink, letting her know we'll have our time together. I feel my phone buzz, and I pull it out. It's a text from Max.

"I'm third wheeling, aren't I?"

I have to suppress the laugh I want to let out so bad. "Who's that?" Liz pipes up. "My mom." I dodge Liz's eyes and turn to Max. "Max, could I speak to you in my room?" I turn to Liz. "Just one second." I see a wash-over worry crash onto Liz's face. Max walks into my room as I see Liz start to shimmy to get up, but I hold out a hand with my index finger raised. "One second, my love." I quickly load an 80's pop music station on my tv to drown out Max's and mine's talk.

Once Max and I are in my room, she starts. "I feel like I'm annoying you two!" I pull Max into a surprise hug. "Thank you so much for bringing her to me." Max, unsure of what to do, takes a second before wrapping her arms around me. "You're always annoying, by the way." Max shoves me out of our hug. "But I was thinking..." "What?" Max asks me in a teasing/annoyed tone. "My moms coming over soon, and I need to sit down and talk to Liz about everything. Plus, the first time she meets her, I think it'd be better if you weren't here." My voice goes extra soft at the tail end. Thankfully, Max is my best friend for a reason. "I get it." See what I mean. "But." Uh oh. "I want to watch Avengers tonight with Liz." "Okay.." "And I want her to let me talk to Chris Evans." I look at Max like she just grew three heads. "The first part deal. The second part... I'll work on it. Okay?" Max extends her hand. "Okay." We shake. "Now, this is weird. Get going." I push her shoulder as she leaves my room.

I hear her come up with an excuse to leave as I grab my 2019 journal. I must've gotten lost in thought because I didn't notice Liz turn off the tv. I didn't hear her footsteps walk up behind me. Hell, I didn't even feel her arms around my waist until she placed a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. "Coffee Girl?" Liz, let's just above a whisper. "Yeah?" I respond, staring straight ahead. "You okay?" I lower my head and turn to face my girlfriend. I look into her eyes once again. I think just today, I'm realizing how much comfort they provide me. How much strength I get from them when they shimmer that green color I love. Or how when I look into them, I see a future. I see Liz and I together. I see her laugh. I see our pain. I see the love that we share.

I smile and place a kiss on her forehead before saying the phrase no couple ever wants to hear.

"We need to talk."

Liz POV

Well, that's a phrase no couple ever wants to hear. "It's okay. I promise." Y/N whispers after cupping my face. She must've seen the look of horror and panic I let out. "Follow me." Y/N grabs onto my hand and pulls me to her bed. As much as I would love to continue what I started earlier, I don't think that's going to happen. At least for now.

"Put these on." Y/N points to a navy pair of sweats. "I'll be right back." Y/N walks into the living room, leaving me to change. After doing so, I turn my head next to me to see what she left on the bed. It's a journal. It says it's two years old, but I would've guessed more aged from the binding.

Y/N walks back into the room with a picture frame in one hand and another journal in the other. She smiles at me as she makes herself comfortable on her own bed. "Babe?" I look over to her as she makes grabby hands at me. I quickly take the hint and crawl up her bed before laying down next to her. She kisses the top of my head as I get pulled into a cuddle. "I can't believe you're here." I think Y/N let an inside thought slip out. I just squeeze my arm around her waist. "Believe it."

After a calm minute, Y/N breaks it up. "How long are you here till?"I look up at her and smile. "Till you get sick of me. I have nothing planned right now—no movies to shoot. No shows to make. I'm free." I watch as Y/N can't believe it. Instead of using words, she just pulls me closer. "What about LA and your LA house?" I think about my following words carefully. "Well, technically, it's Robbie's place right now. And I'll have to go back eventually but let's not worry about that. I'm here with you. We'll stay here as long as we need to. Okay?" Y/N nods and lifts my chin to plant soft kisses on my lips. "Okay." She unwraps herself from me so she can scoot herself up and grab the things she brought in with her. I move my body up until I sit straight so she can have my full attention.

"So I know Max told you some things. I put it together... I don't know exactly what she told you about my mom but-" "Whatever you feel comfortable telling me." I stop her so she can collect herself. Plus, it's true I want Y/N to be comfortable sharing everything with me. I don't want her to do it just because she feels like she has to. She squeezes my hand and gives me a soft smile before she grabs a journal off her desk and the one that's on the bed.

I watch Y/N's face change multiple times. She's struggling with her words. I see her eyebrows tighten as she is getting frustrated with herself. I rest my hand on her thigh, letting her know I'm here and it's okay. "Just trying to figure out how to start." I nod. "I know."  She nods back to me.

She opens her mouth and starts. "My mom and I have always had a good relationship. She always loved and cared for me no matter what. Even when it was just her and I, she worked a lot which made those early years difficult because she became a workaholic trying to support her and myself." Y/N stops herself. "Sorry, I'm rambling." I burrow into her more. "It's okay. Just say what you want to say. In any order you want."

"My mom never dated, and I know it's because of my biological dad. She never said, but I know my mom better than she thinks. So one night, when she dropped me off with my grandparents, I knew something was up. I was 6, not an idiot." Y/N laughs before continuing. "Those types of nights kept happening until one day she took me out to lunch on a workday no less. That was when I knew this was a big deal. That's the day I met Davey. A man who deserved the title of father." Y/N brushes her hand over the cover of her 2019 journal, smiling. "The day I met him, he gave me a choice. He said you can either call me Davey or Dad but never David. I remember thinking that's a crazy way to start a conversation off with a 6-year old. But he knew. He knew he would do anything to protect my mom and I. He would love us and treat me as his own. He wanted me to be safe and to grow up knowing it wasn't just my mom and I anymore."

I don't think Y/N feels the tears coming down her cheeks. I raise a hand and start brushing them off her. She responded to my touch by laughing and kissing my palm. "Sorry. I didn't even know." I don't say anything. I just lean up and kiss her.

"I loved that man." Y/N clears her throat and pulls up the picture frame she initially brought with her. Inside the frame is a photo of Max and Y/N from a Halloween party. It looks to be years old. She unclasps the back of the frame and pulls the picture out.

The photo wasn't just of Max and Y/N. She unfolds it, and another person is revealed to be there as well as a second smaller picture. I almost don't recognize who the third person in the Halloween photo is until it hits me. It's Naomi. Y/N's ex. I didn't know they went this far back... Y/N grabs the two pictures in one hand and puts the piece of the frame onto the floor.

She takes a glance at the Halloween photo and places it on the floor as well. I still haven't seen the small picture. She's kept it facedown this entire time. She looks at me and grabs one of my hands. She takes the photo and gently places it in my hand before she lets go. "This is the last picture he and I took together. We took it from his old polaroid camera, and days later he..." Y/N begins to cry again. I go to reach out to her, but she stops me. "W-When you're done-e with the picture put it back in my hand." Y/N turns her head away, leaving me alone with the facedown photo.

Y/N POV

"How's it looking, kiddo?" I look up from the photo of the man giving me a big grin and two thumbs up and put on a fake smile for Davey. "I think it's time you got a haircut?" I sarcastically reply, earning a hearty laugh from the bald man before me.

I place the polaroid into his hand as I pop myself into the chair next to his hospital bed. As he brings the photo to his eyes, I can't bare to watch his reaction. I put my arms and head down onto his bed.

Every time I see him, he's looking weaker, frail, tired. You name it. That's why he's moved around so much before winding up here. Room 414.

Our monthly pictures have slowly started to become something grim as appose to joyful. We both know it. Davey hasn't said anything about the picture yet, and that's fine. I'm growing tired of pretending everything is a-okay.

My mind has wandered again as I hear the muffled beeps of the monitors and machines keeping my Dad alive. I close my eyes, wanting the beeping to stop. Not for him but for me. I've wante- "Kid?"

I slowly lift my head and put my hand on Davey's right arm. "Yeah?" He throws on a smile and taps my hand. "You weren't listening, were you?" I shake my head and make myself open my ears and watch him. Instead, he doesn't talk. He lets us sit here in silence. After a few good minutes, I reach over and flip on the tv, stopping once we get to the game show network. They're showing reruns of The Price is Right. It's better than a soap opera or a boring superhero movie, so this will do.

_

I can't remember if we're on the third or fourth one in a row, but it's when Davey breaks up the silence. "Moms coming later tonight?" "Yeah." "Where will you be?" "At the house." "Doing?" I roll my eyes. Even after everything, he still wants me to do my school work and write. "Essays, stories, and songs," I reply less than enthusiast. Davey turns to me, nudging my arm. "Exactly." I give him a soft nudge back. The last time I did that, it was too hard, and I left a bruise on his arm.

"Anything new?" He asks, pointing to my bag. "Some stuff, but I don't know." I shrug at him, but I know he won't let this go, so I grab my bag and pull out one of the journal he gifted me last year. I open it to the most section and slowly begin flipping through until I find something I want him to read.

April 26th, 2019

Don't Wanna Know (Don't Wanna Know - Bo Burnham)

How are you feeling? Do you like the show? Are you tired of it? Never mind, I don't wanna know Are you finding it boring? Too fast? Too slow? I'm asking, but don't answer 'cause I don't wanna know

Do I have your attention? Yes or no? I bet I'd guess the answer but I don't wanna know Am I all in the background? Are you on your phone? I'd ask you what you're watching but I don't wanna know

Is there anyone out there? Or am I all alone? It wouldn't make a difference, still, I don't wanna know I thought it'd be over by now but I got a while to go I'd give away the ending but you don't wanna kn-

I watch Davey's eyes read and reread the short song over and over until he finally closes it and turns to me. "Are all your songs going to be about me?" His question isn't a joke. Him and I know the 'show' in the song is watching him die. I dart my eyes away from his own unable to answer.

I stare at the cold floor until he speaks up again. "It's just a bad wrap, kid." I turn to his kind eyes and warm smile. "That's all it is." He gives me back my journal before it's time for me to leave him. I make sure his tv remote and water are near him. I hug and kiss goodbye like I do every time. I make sure my exit has always been the same. I feel like if one thing changes, then my life would change.

I didn't even notice that he made the change that day.

He didn't keep the picture like he always did. Instead, he slipped the Polaroid into my journal. I didn't find it until I went to write that night.

The night he was gone.

Liz POV

I put the picture back into Y/N's hand. Without looking at it, she flips it over before turning to face me. "He got sick when I was in high school. But then he beat it. He was a real fighter.." Y/N picks up the gran next to her and begins putting the whole thing back together. Hiding the small picture and all.

"Around the first time he got sick, that's when the crack in my mom's and I's relationship started to form. My mom threw herself into making everything better. Or at least that's what she thought. That included working triple the amount and not caring for anyone's opinions but her own. She still loved Davey and me, but it's like I couldn't breathe around her anymore. I couldn't do anything. So once I knew Davey was better, I graduated, and I got the fuck out. I know it crushed my Dad, but I just couldn't do it. So you can only imagine how I felt when he took a turn for the worse while I was in college."

Y/N doesn't realize it, but she's been gripping the two journals in her hand with such force I'm afraid their about to tear apart. I gently lift my hand from her body and onto the journals causing her to panic before she sees what I'm doing. She lets her body relax and gives the journals to me.

"If it weren't for that man, you wouldn't be seeing these. He encouraged this." I take them and begin flipping through them. To say I'm stunned is an understatement. I never knew my Coffee Girl had all of this hiding from me. It's laced with short stories, poems, and songs. All original, as far as I can see.

She never mentioned she was a writer or a musician, maybe? I take a glance around the room as if she can read my mind she answers. "Closet." She shines a smile at me, and I respond by kissing her. "Thank you for sharing all of this with me. You didn't have to, but I'm proud that you did. I truly, truly appreciate this Y/N. I love you." I give her another kiss before pulling back, and she's crying. But this time, it's different.

"Babe?" I cup her face and bring it to me. I want to ask questions, but maybe it's just all the emotions working their way through her. So instead of disrupting her, I let her cry in my arms.

After a couple of minutes, she pulls away and gives me a kiss that causes a new wave to course through my body. "I'm so happy." Y/N eeks out. "I started crying because that was the first time we've said I love you in person. You saying it made me realize how much I love you too. I love you so fucking much, Liz. You have no idea. I'm so happy with you, and please, thank you for making me safe enough to tell you and show you, Davey." I listen to her words hit my ears. Shit. This is the first time we've said I love you in person. I open my mouth to speak up, but I'm cut off. "Davey would've loved you."

Y/N POV

"I would've loved him too." I'm smiling like an idiot right now. I know I am. This girl right here. This Lizard. She has my heart, and I have hers. I watch as her she has a finger on a page inside one of the journals.

"Which one is that?" I ask her once both of our eyes have dried a bit. She looks at me confused before she knows what I'm talking about it. She opens the journal and shows me.

It's a revitalization of an old poem I came up with in high school called All Eyes On Me.

"Are their parts missing?" Liz runs her finger along the words. I watch as she begins to quietly read it out loud before she confirms that, yep, words and phrases are exempt.

"Yeah. I wasn't happy with it." "I like it. Sounds like it could be updated." She says, looking at me with her best puppy dog eyes. I laugh and kiss her at her attempt. "Maybe another day." I grab my journals and place them on the floor before I pull Liz close to me. "My mom and I are good now, by the way. Yesterday was tough, but today will be better." "Today?" Liz ask me, and oops, I didn't tell her. "Yeah, my mom is still in town."

Liz, in an instant, is up and out of the bed. "You're just telling me now?!?" I get startled by Liz's actions and lift myself up. "Well, I was getting there! Plus, you weren't even supposed to be here!" I shoot back in a teasing way. "When is she coming over? Should I even be here? She doesn't know about us. Y/N!" Liz is starting to panic.

Don't get me wrong. I'm nervous as hell, but Liz is here now. I'm not kicking her out or hiding her. So today is the day my mother is going to meet my girlfriend, Elizabeth Chase Olsen.

I get up and pull Liz back into bed. I let her rest herself on top of me while I stroke her hair. I continuously tell her that everything is going to be fine. I tell her that my mom will love her and that if one thing goes wrong, I'll fix it. It took a couple of minutes, but my Lizard is back.

We look at each other and press our foreheads together, only to be interrupted by my phone. Liz grabs it for me, and her eyes go a bit wide, so I have a feeling I know who it is. "What's it say?" "She'll be here in twenty." Liz hands me my phone and charges into the living room to grab a new set of clothes.

Liz POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't believe I'm about to meet Y/N's mom. I want to throw up and hide. Oh God, what if her mom doesn't like me? I don't want to be the reason their relationship goes back to being on ice. What do I even wear?

"Y/N! What do I wear!" I yell out, letting my nerves get the best of me. "Hey, you don't have to yell." I turn to my side to see a smiling Y/N. Shit, how long has she been there? I look at her chest and roll my eyes. She is not wearing that shirt out!

After going through my luggage together and practically fighting Y/N on her t-shirt choices, we're finally both getting dressed in simple outfits.

We both decided that t-shirt and jeans would be appropriate for today. While I'm wearing this, Y/N is wearing a similar pair of jeans out instead of a simple black shirt, she opted for a baggy forest green t-shirt. I watch from the couch as Y/N is running in and out of the bathroom.

Y/N POV

Once I'm finally done freshening up, I walk into the living room to join Liz. Okay, fuck me. Liz is sitting on the couch, legs spread, feet firmly on the ground while she fiddles on her phone. Her beautiful hair covers her shoulders, and I want to do nothing more than to pounce on her at this moment.

However, she interrupts my impure thoughts but calling me beautiful and telling me how much she loves my shirt. "Thank you for changing," Liz says, kissing me on the couch. "You know I would've." I wink back at her. I let my hand slide down her side and give her hip a squeeze earning a playful yelp from Liz. "Y/N, we're not doing this right now." I go to whine but knocking from my front door stops me.

I get up and reach my arm out to help Liz up, but she shakes her no and runs into the bathroom. "Liz!" I go to chase after her, but the knocking doesn't stop. "Liz, get out here!" I yell out before opening the front door to my mom.

"Hi, Pumpkin." She greets me and pulls me into a hug which I more enjoy this time around. She walks into my place as I close the door behind her. As I turn back, I watch my mom almost stumble over a suitcase on the floor.

Shit.

"Going somewhere?" My mom looks at me with some concern.

Okay. My girlfriend is hiding in my bathroom—a girlfriend who is world famous. A girlfriend, my mom, has no idea even exists. Oh, God. How do I do this?

"No, it's-" The door to the bathroom closes, causing me and my mom to turn our eyes to my scared Liz.

"It's mine. I apologize. I should've moved it." Liz extends her hand out to my mom, who kindly accepts it. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth." "Hi, Elizabeth. I'm Y/N's mother, Y/M/N." Okay, so far, so good. I watch their hands drop, and Liz begins fiddling with her rings.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me you had someone over?" Once again, Liz speaks for me. "Oh, don't blame Y/N. I showed up this morning unannounced to surprise her. I had no idea her mother was in town. I'm so sorry." Liz dips her shoulders down in an attempt to be friendly to my mom. I scoot myself closer to Liz, hoping to provide her some comfort.

"Oh well, it looks like Y/N got two surprise visits. How she's still standing, I have no idea." My mom, thankfully, is also being nice as she turns away from Liz and I and begins looking around my space with actual care this time. Liz and I are standing there watching my mom. I reach down and grab Liz's hand. Holding her hand calms her down, and I need her right now too.

"Would you like any water or tea?" I ask my mom, who cautiously examines the pictures I have around the room. "Tea?" I scoff. "It's new. Thank Liz." "Liz?" My mom turns back to me. "Elizabeth," I reply, pointing to Liz, who awkwardly waves at my mom. My mom gets an 'ahhh' face. "Your friend Elizabeth." I can feel Liz's eyes make their way to me.

"Actua-" "What kind of tea would you like, Y/M/N?" Liz asks once again, interrupting me while dropping my hand. "I'll take whatever black tea Y/N has, but you shouldn't do it, dear?" Liz protests. "I insist." Liz speeds into the kitchen as I watch my mother look at me before she starts making her way to the couch.

Not knowing what to do, I end up bringing my mom to my messy bedroom. "Y/N, you have guests here, and this is how you decide to live?" I'll take the scolding right now as I'm trying to find a way to distract my mom so I can talk to Liz. "Mom, you remember my journals?" My mom whips her head to me and softly grabs one from my desk. "You kept them?" "Of course." I hear Liz grumble something from the other room. Shit. "I'll be right back." I leave my mom alone to take a trip down memory lane.

Liz POV

She hates me.

Now here I am, getting her stupid black tea as an attempt to make her warm up to me. Y/N's friend. Whatever, Y/N's not telling her today.

As I'm grabbing her mom a plate and spoon. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Fuck." I grumble under my breath. I don't even know how her mom takes her tea. Fuck. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't even be here. My suitcase almost tripped and killed her. Of course, the week I decide to-

Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around me, startling me. Y/N can't be doing this. Her mom could see. I start to push away Y/N's arms which causes her to hold me tighter. "It's okay. It's me. I'm here. Liz. Please." She's whispering. She doesn't want her mom to know that her own girlfriend, sorry, friend is a mess. A mess that she has to take care of.

"Y/N, get off me!" I finally grip her hands and push them away from me. I hear Y/N take a step back, and her breathing change. "Liz.." "Stop Y/N. I'm your friend right now, and right now, I'm getting your mom her tea." Y/N takes a step up next to me and bends down, so I see her face. "Liz, look at me." She calmly asks me, but I don't budge. "Liz." She reaches her hand out to me. I don't take it. I take a step away from her she takes my original place, still looking at me.

"Baby, talk to me." Y/N is starting to beg. "She hates me." I look to Y/N's eyes. They're filled with confusion and hurt. Care and love. "She doesn't hate you, Liz. She just doesn't know you." "She thinks I'm your friend." "Because I didn't get the chance to tell her who you are and what you mean to me." "She-" "Liz. Who cares what she thinks." "I do-"

"Elizabeth. Listen to me." I shut up at the sound of my full first name. Y/N takes a step closer to me so our faces our inches apart and takes my hands into her own. "My mother does not hate you. My mother has no idea who you are. I know who you are. I do not hate you. Liz. You're my world. You're my future. Trust me. No matter what my mom says or does, that will never change. We will never change because I love you with my whole heart." Y/N takes my left hand and places it over her heart. "Now, Liz, we are going to give my mom her stupid tea, and we are going to tell her together. And in case you need a reminder." Y/N drops my hands and pulls me into a kiss. It's sensual and tender. It's a kiss that makes me smile against her lips. A kiss that reminds me, yes. I'm her girlfriend. Yes, I want a future with her, and yes, who cares what her mom has to say? We both pull out and catch our breaths.

Y/N POV

"Do you need another reminder?" Liz opens her eyes and looks up at me before nodding her head. I give her another significantly shorter kiss, and when we break from that one, Liz has her nose scrunched up and a smile on her face. "I love you." She whispers to me, causing the wings on my heart to flap. "I love you too," I whisper back. After a beat of comfortable silence, Liz asks me how my mom likes her tea, and honestly, I have zero idea. So Liz decides to grab everything imaginable that could go into a tea to bring to her mom.

Liz and I both stop when we see my mom waiting in the middle of the couch. She's on her phone. Probably answering work emails or on Facebook. We slowly continue placing everything in front of her. "Elizabeth?" My moms ask, not looking up from her phone. "Could you sit next to me, dear?" Liz does as asked, leaving me standing in the middle of the room.

"Elizabeth." My mom finally looks up from her phone and turns towards Liz. "Are you happy?"

Liz POV

The question threw me off, so since I can't formulate words, I just nod my head. "Y/N makes me the happiest person I've ever been." There are the words!

Y/N's mother gently takes my hands into her own. "How long have you two been dating?" I look to Y/N before I firmly answer. "Less than a month." Is that how long it's been? "But it feels like I've known Y/N for way longer. Like my whole life. She treats me with such care, and love, and how she makes me feel and understands me is something I've never had with anyone else." I conclude my ramble that I didn't mean to start. 

"And you love her?" I take my eyes away from the woman before me to look at my Coffee Girl. "I do." I look back to Y/N's mother. "I do love her. But before-" A raised hand stops me. "You don't need to justify your love. Y/N here knows that. Her Dad told me he loved me on our second date."

I look to Y/N, who understands my face. "My mom means Davey. And yeah, it's true." I watch from my peripheral vision Y/N's mom looked at her in shock. "Yes, mom, Liz knows about Davey."

Suddenly I'm being pulled into a hug as her mom begins whispering into my ear. When we pull out of the hug, I blink my eyes a few times before looking at Y/N.

I come to the conclusion that it may not be today or tomorrow. Not next month or the month after, but whenever I do get married, it will be to her.

Y/N POV

I don't know what my mom said to Liz, but her green eyes are shining with a new twinkle in them.

My mom let go of my girlfriend's hand, and I let Liz's body crash into mine. It only lasts a few seconds before my mother pipes up. "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving. So shall we get this show on the road?" Liz laughs into my neck before I peel her away. "Yes, mom, I'm sure Liz can eat." I look to Liz, who looks offended before I tilt my head. "I mean... I could." She shrugs and begins fixing her hair while I grab everything I need for today.

_

It only took a few moments, but we're finally about to walk out the door when Liz stops me. My mom is already out into the hall when I turn back to watch Liz. She opens up her suitcase and grabs two pairs of sunglasses and two LA Dodgers hats. I smile. She thought to bring one for me. Liz sees my smile as hers grows bigger.

I know she worries about how I'll feel hiding in public with her, but I don't mind. I mean, I do, but I understand. Liz isn't ready, and everyone still thinks she's with Robbie, and there have only been speculation that she's anything more than straight. So I'll put on the sunglasses and hat until she's ready, which I easily slip on.

Once we walk out, lock up and join my mom waiting for the elevator. She looks at us like we've grown 8 heads. "The sunglasses I get but the Dodgers?" I almost laughed at how confused her question sounded. "It's my home team," Liz replies with a childlike joy in her voice. My mom simply nods at that. I give Liz an encouraging smile as I make my hand hold hers.

The doors to lift open, making us pile in. As we enjoy the ride down, my mom turns to Liz and me. "Y/N, I really am happy that you have found someone. Someone right for you." "Thanks, mom." She smiles at me and turns to - "And Ms. Olsen. I look forward to getting to know you more." "Me too." Liz shines in her answer while my jaw drops. I look down at my girlfriend as it takes a few seconds to register, but once the words hit Liz's ears, my hands gets squeezed by Liz. "Did she just..?"

My mom, seemingly content with what she just said, walks out the doors as soon as they open, leaving Liz and I stunned.

Part 19

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average | kth

"i think i did good!" you said, little happy twitches on your fingers.

your friend, who had been waiting outside the halls for a while, looked at you. a bit annoyed, of course, she had left barely a few minutes into the exam - she was extra sure that the failing mark would be as big as her workout hours. still, she assured you that of course you did well on your exam; you had been studying since forever, spent hours on end trying to remember every formula, every theorem, every single little thing that could be included.

even then, a small portion of your mind wandered back to the room still filled with students - he was still there, looking at his paper and you couldn't help but wonder if all you did was wrong. he was smart by default, you on the other hand had burnt out way too quickly.

"i gotta run," your friend said while taking all the things she had on the floor with her and reaching for a small kiss on the cheek, "say bye to the others for me". 

you nodded, still smiling.

you waited for the rest of your friends, all still inside and doing their best to score at least a passing mark; it wasn't like you didn't have any faith in them but you tried your best to help them, yet none of them was interested enough in their academic life.

so after a bit, the three of them came out.

"i'm so gonna fail this class."

"i think i'll get a passing mark if god likes me a little bit."

"you also put 43 on the two-b, right?"

all of you headed to the bus stop.

you hadn't seen taehyun yet and while you thought you did well on your exam,  it bothered you that he still hadn't come out. maybe you didn't do that great? maybe it was harder than you thought but your mind simplified it way too much? why didn't he, ace-of-the-class taehyun, come out?

"yeah but if you think about it, they were missing one..." your friends were still discussing one of the points, but you couldn't bring yourself to pay enough attention. your brain went over all the points on the exam, revising them and comparing them with the mock test.

"it couldn't be 43, it's way too much, i got 16 and it's more reasonable than 43," chaehyun said a bit annoyed, locking eyes with you. a bit puzzled you tried to wire back into the conversation.

"i got that in the mock test and i'm pretty sure it was right," you replied, sunghoon backing it up with a nod. "i could be wrong though, i'll check it once i get home."

"there was a mock test?" she asked, looking rather pale.

the small chat about the test was cut once the four of you spotted the bus. just in time, you saw how taehyun and his friends made it to the stop.

this part, you thought to yourself, was the worst part of taking an exam this late in the afternoon; not only your unitmates but also everyone from the other class-units were waiting for the bus to arrive (and every other student taking late classes, college was just something else).

"i don't know, it wasn't that hard," you overheard him say to his friends, smile latching onto his every word, "still, i think i'll tune in on some soccer match or something, i don't know."

of course.

"don't you have to complete that thing in math, tho?" one of his friends asked, laughing around, "i was right next to you in that lecture and i couldn't understand a thing."

you took another step, hearing beomgyu and sunghoon say something about setting a study session.

"it's not hard, i'll do it maybe this weekend? scratch that, make it monday," he said, "i'll relax tonight, and tomorrow too,"

"you've been relaxing all year, shut up."

you finally stepped on the bus, now almost filled to capacity and saw the single seat in front of your friends empty; beomgyu was just behind you, and you thought that maybe he needed to be closer to your friends than you did, so you took the nearest one empty, still away from your friends.

taehyun and the rest of his group were all seated behind you, and you couldn't help but try to block what they said; this wouldn't help one bit. not him saying all these subjects were easy, when you spent days on end sheltered inside your dorm room with papers sprawled on your desk; nights awake memorizing, revising, writing and taking notes over and over again; the times you cried because your brain just could hold anything; the thoughts of how badly you were wired and how dumb you must be to not understand anything - you couldn't help but think about how you were putting your heart and soul on only two subjects because you were too stupid to make the full course. 

and he just talked about how easy college was.

about how this test was just about paying attention to lectures and class.

about how math was just about thinking a bit.

about how dumb you must be to not understand simple physics.

about how chemistry was just logic.

about-

"bye, sweetie!" chaehyun said, getting off the bus with beomgyu. right, they were going to the movies to wind off the stress from the test.

sunghoon waved them goodbye before gesturing you to take the seat next to him. you took the chance to get away from the group of boys behind you before anyone could take the seat.

"you know you're not dumb, right?" he murmured just as your backpack was in place.

of course he could tell.

"let's not," you said, still smiling, "i'm happy, so let's not."

he, however, didn't let this one slide - you could tell, as his eyes drifted to your back where you knew taehyun was (you heard him laugh, you heard his friends call his name, you heard them still), that he knew exactly what you were thinking. "you're not dumb,"

you left out a sigh, preparing yourself for the conversation ahead - the way home was still long.

"i know," you said, not believing it, but using it as a way to cut short his lecture about self-worth and self-love and all that bullshit, "you're not dumb either."

he chuckled, and by his face you could tell the wasn't buying it nor enjoying your response, "he doesn't define your worth nor your intelligence nor whether or not you should feel guilty about meeting your basic necessities," sunghoon didn't stop, just made sure you were still listening, "you were on the top five of your class when you graduated highschool, you're one of the smartest, most hardworking people i know and just because he doesn't do shit to achieve academic praise doesn't mean you're less than him."

oh, but you knew this wasn't true. taehyun was smart; smarter than the average and you, of course, were just average. "he was top of his class," you muttered, "he wasn't just 'in the top five', he was the top of his class - he was number one, valedictorian worthy, ribbon deserving," you didn't stop there, just made sure sunghoon looked you in the eye, "i was straight a, he was straight a+ - my worth is defined by how much i can get, his by how much there is to get."

sunghoon looked rather mad, pissed at your words and the way you talked, and yet he kept running his mouth as if you hadn't told him all you had to say.

"he's math smart," he said, "yes, he's math smart and so what? he's the perfect engineer, he's cut for this, he choose what he's good at, he's probably gonna be valedictorian by the time he graduates college and you're still going to be 'only the top five' but do you know why?" he paused, sorted his mind and continued, "you could be at the top if only you had chosen what you were good at."

"i'm not-"

"you taught yourself three languages and can speak them naturally, you can deduce a dialect and mimic it just by hearing it once, you can manage grammar rules, you can write an essay in four different languages perfectly," he was getting pissed and you could tell, "all that effortlessly, and now you're putting hard work on math-based subjects. do you know how smart you are? you're language gifted just like he is with math, and now you're putting your heart and soul on something that some can only dream of."

"that's-"

"i don't give a shit about whatever you say about taehyun, he's not even half-deserving of all the praise you are; you choose this knowing it would be hard, he chose it because it's the only thing he's good at."

you looked at him, now mad about his words, as if he was insulting you instead of him; as if it wasn't about making you feel better, "it won't change anything," you said as the bus came to a stop. 

he sighed, defeated once again after having the same conversation over and over. the next twenty minutes were filled with silence; him looking out the window, you playing with a loose strand on your shirt. (taehyun had stopped laughing, now chatting softly with one of his friends once most of them had gotten off on their stops - it's not like you cared).

once the main square came into sight and the streets appeared to be busier you knew you were just in the middle of the city, the stop only a couple of meters away and the both of you got on your feet, following everyone who needed to get off there. just as he was going down the steps, you called him out "i know you wanted to make me feel better, thank you."

he didn't look any happier, only waving goodbye and you took that as an accepted apology. he gestured to an empty seat on the back of the bus for you to take and you did, taehyun changing for one near the middle now that almost every seat was empty.

you thought about everything as your own stop was approaching, about kang taehyun, his friends and your own. about the privileges he had, about him and the wealth behind him, about your own family breaking their spine to fund your studies. you thought how you were gonna tell your parents that you failed the past math exam.

your stop came, and as you were leaving the bus, you locked eyes with him.

you had to be better than him.

#txt au #oneshot #txt oneshots #kth x reader #txt taehyun #taehyun oneshot #academic rivals

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could i ask for some lucas headcanons bc all of the ones you've posted so far are really cute lmao (he is my son)

Oh Bestie, you sweet-talker, you!

Umm... I'm so sorry; I had already talked about most of these before; I don't have much and only have like 15k words of prose across all my documents. I'm bringing these ideas up again mainly for context and in case some readers haven't seen them yet. This is sort of like an overview for the first segment of my story, and also some brief character analyses of certain scenes. I'm also not sure what would spoil my story or not.

I forgot how English works (and it's my only language).

Also this is depressing AF... I tried to put all the doom and gloom into this first part, so if anyone reading this wants to skip to the part that says, "I avoid giving Lucas any diagnosis..." then be my guest. It's. Half the post, tho.

And I'll post the art separately tomorrow, so people won't have to read the depressing stuff to see it.

With that, I can shakily point to a few foundational scenes I over-analyzed. Especially this one:

Where to start...

As we may recall in the first game, the Doctor complains to Ryder that it was easier to take care of Lucas when he was younger, and, "now he wants to know How and Why and debate everything. It's really quite trying at times."

This just sounds like puberty to me. Dad agreed; the Doctor probably received Lucas at a young, easy-to-please age and got used to that lifestyle. But as Lucas grew older, taking more independence, and forming his own opinions - normal development stuff - this resulted in conflict - the form of which I'm still unsure of.

So, I have Lucas lose his mom around eight years old. It's that vulnerable spot where he's old enough to remember her well, and young enough that he has little in the way of coping mechanisms. And while puberty is right around the corner, it gives the Doctor some time to know him before then.

Another thing to add, my Dad mentioned something Lucas said while reaching for his locket:

We're taking a literal approach to this. Not only is this device the last thing he has left of his mother, it's also the only thing he has left of his old life; all of his belongings had been destroyed or lost. We discussed possible causes, and I prefer something horrible and yet mundane. Not super newsworthy outside of his hometown. A fire, maybe?

Lucas needed a new home. And his father was never mentioned, which could mean anything (I haven't gotten around to that). In any case, they were not in the picture by this time. Next of kin would be Ryder or other family members.

We can recall Ryder in a later scene asking if Lucas wonders why the Doctor takes care of him, rather than Ryder doing so. Ryder explains his own unavailability as being very busy. I take this to mean two-fold: he was the only alternative when it came to raising Lucas, and it wasn't due to his capability to parent. So, if Lucas had other blood relatives, they never stepped up. Naturally, this results in Lucas feeling unwanted.

So many characters I need to get right... Lucas lost his mom, and Ryder lost his sister. Ryder may have thought himself and his life situation too unstable. Like he couldn't afford the responsibility on top of the grief and whatever else he had going on. Lucas stays with him for only as long as it takes to arrange a plan with the Doctor. I think Ryder might have some mental troubles of his own that would make raising a child difficult. But the Doctor isn't much better on that front.

Doctor Vargas seems to have had a lingering emotional wound since Charlotte disappeared, and based on vibes was likely a lonely, somewhat reserved man. But his living situation is the most stable, and he has kept it together for so long. And if he ever imagined having children, this would fill that need. So the arrangement - as my Dad suggested, and as I will have Ryder suggest - is a two birds, one stone kind of deal. The hope is that Doc and Lucas would help each other get better, and not worse.

Lucas is taken to the Doctor's Mansion, where Ryder will say goodbye. I have Ryder keep a stoic demeanor; he's trying to stay strong for Lucas. Even holding his breath to keep it from shuddering when they hug. But Lucas really could have benefitted from a more vulnerable moment with him, instead. Ryder is the one who gives Lucas the locket as a parting gift. Lucas begs him not to go, but Ryder can only say he's sorry.

I don't know the boy's educational situation exactly, but after that, his grades drop, he becomes more withdrawn, and his friends, if he has any, don't know how to help him. What are the chances they're mainly fair-weather friends, who go play with someone else when Lucas starts being a bummer? At least I haven't invented bullies to harass him on top of this. Actually, there's a chance that Lucas would be the bully, but I haven't decided.

Have I mentioned Lucas crying at night? He can just about gloomily keep it together during the day, but at night, when he's alone with his thoughts, he falls apart, and his crying soon wakes up the Doctor. Losing his mother and then feeling abandoned by his uncle and other relatives, it's a major blow to the self-esteem. And when his whole world is turned upside down in one fell swoop, it leaves him with a peculiar feeling.

Here is where I point out the next aspect:

Right here, this could have been the end of Lucas. And the Doctor can only watch him go. If I look at it from a more thematic view, Lucas's loss is so devastating to him that he'll clutch the memory of his mother and what he had before she died, at the expense of living himself.

So we have a semi-suicidal eight-year-old living with an older scientist and anyone else who lives in the same building. Scientists and their families from all over the world! I still don't know how the Doctor is going to take care of him. Lucas when he's older is grateful to the Doctor for taking him in, but doesn't seem to me to think of him as a father figure (but perhaps I just forgot something). And my grasp on the Doctor's character is extremely flimsy, despite him virtually being the protagonist of the first game.

I'm not sure how familiar Lucas is with Doctor Vargas. The boy's mom was a colleague, and Ryder trusts the Doctor a great deal, so at least they're not strangers. But Little Lucas might not have paid much attention to the Doctor. Maybe they played peek-a-boo a time or two. I can imagine a dark-haired toddler running under tables at company picnics or something. Doc might have showed him a couple neat gadgets or gifted him some. I dunno yet. What could be the KNACK-equivalent of a Game Boy?

During Lucas's crying spells, I kind of have the Doctor treat him like he's physically sick. Hold him while he cries, put a hand on his shoulder while he throws up, that sort of thing. Uhh, soup - in a big ol' thermos. Gotta stay hydrated and replenish those electrolytes.

Lucas crying and the Doctor consoling him is a regular occurrence for maybe a week or two, and the Doctor can't hide his exhaustion well. Still working out the details, but essentially Lucas doesn't really stop crying after that, he's just quieter about it and lies about it and Doctor Vargas doesn't press the issue. But the Doctor does worry. Lucas seems exhausted all the time, and when he's not hunched over and listless, or politely playing along with whatever to satisfy the grown-ups, he's throwing tantrums about the pointlessness of homework and anything else he doesn't want to do. I made that up. Sometimes he does still find joy in some things, and while it's temporary, it gives Doctor Vargas some hope.

The Doctor's thoughts, as they often do, turn to Charlotte, and how he felt after losing her. And what happened on that fateful day.

Lucas has a well-known love of puzzles. Because I want him to. And especially puzzles in video games. And what is science but a series of puzzles?

Before his mother's passing, I imagine Lucas enjoyed school and gained some reputation among his peers for being a nerdy kid and very smart. Naturally this would result in some peers getting close to him to improve their academic metrics or because they have similar interests. Maybe he has an interest in - the foundational stuff a seven-to-eight-year-old learns about - physics. I imagine he found his mommy's work very interesting and would ask her a lot of questions, sometimes rehashing the same ideas again and again (as my sibling did when they were little).

After she's gone, he still loves puzzles, but much like anything else, the experience of playing with them is tinged with regret. At the Doctor's place, I'm sure there are some other children and young folk living there, too, but I don't know how Lucas feels about them. I have to make so many characters...

I think Lucas would piece together some jigsaw puzzles in the lounge areas. And also slurp up much of the hot cocoa during winter time, but I digress.

Hmm. I need him to accumulate a small collection of toys, but I'm not sure yet who gives them to him and when. If he receives them all too soon and from strangers (scientists who find him endearing), he might feel sour about being pitied. At the same time, if he had a lot of toys before the fire, he'll sure miss their absence. Anyway, some things like: a small chess set, from which he'll lose some pieces, sidewalk chalk, a new gaming device with Tetris and a few other games on it, jump rope, a skateboard (actually a longboard), a Rubik's Cube, and some plushies. I want him to get the device and a plushy or two fairly quickly.

He mainly plays with the gaming device, and while it fills time and is entertaining, it does not fill the void. Still, the Doctor taps his shoulder one day.

"So. I heard you like puzzles?" Said more like a statement than a question.

Lucas doesn't fully understand the situation at first, on the order of a few hours or a day or so, when the Doctor shows him the orb. Doc tries to have a heart-to-heart moment with Lucas, but what the Doctor *says* reads like Chekhov's plasma cannon and I don't have the 'payoff' for that lined up, so I might change it.

But once it clicks for Lucas, it's like a switch is flipped. He smiles more and starts getting genuinely excited about things again. It helps that I had a pipe-dream of making Knack's puzzle a mini-game, so Lucas finds it fun. I'll want to add more to it, probably, depending on how I interpret Knack. I also have a headcanon that Knack's orb resembles a plasma globe in some tactile characteristic; Lucas likes to touch or hold it at every opportunity because it vaguely feels like something is going on in there. It's just so cool! The Doctor may or may not appreciate the novelty.

So it's like, Knack provides Lucas an opportunity to climb to his feet again. More indirectly than the screenshot, though.

I apparently got someone's game-play video confused for a trailer, and misinterpreted the YouTuber's voice as Lucas's voice, so one version of this post mentioned Knack having an incidental role of 'guardian' to Lucas. I still might want to play with that, though.

Anyway, if you're curious as to why Lucas finds the orb so much more satisfying than other puzzles, it's because of the angst. I had initially intended for Lucas to work on the project as something to distract him, much like any other puzzle, give him something to look forward to, and help him bond with Doctor Vargas. The Doctor himself hopes it can help the both of them move on from their losses, and hopes it can help him teach Lucas a thing or two.

But, somehow surprising even to me, Lucas seems to have taken it upon himself to solve this particular puzzle as a measure of value. If he can play a big part in solving it, and contribute to a grown-up scientific achievement, then he's worth all the trouble, right? Then he'll actually amount to something and be worth loving.

... I'm not sure what to say next except that I want to bonk him on the head with a paper towel roll and tell him he's being silly. And then give him a big hug.

At least he lets himself be happy again. In fact, his educational situation might flip from being too aloof to being too distracted. Doodling odd symbols in the margins of his homework and tapping his feet when he should be studying.

He still cries at night sometimes, though. Umm... trying to rack my brain here...

I avoid giving Lucas any diagnosis. Is this a bad idea? Would it be preferred I name his issues, and do research on them?

I kinda just make stuff up.

Okay, switching gears now. This part is more scattered because I don't know how to string the ideas together.

I think I mentioned the Doctor taking Lucas to places like museums and carnivals and aquariums.

Lucas might be prone to jealousy, at least when he is young, and becomes slightly possessive over the orb. This doesn't come up much beyond pressing his lips together, avoiding eye contact, and nursing a bitter feeling when the Doctor improves some experimental hardware without Lucas's prior knowledge. Lucas wonders if the Doctor had continued solving parts without him. Not sure if I should drop it.

Lucas is about ten years old by the time Knack is Manifested. I picked ten years old just 'cause that's about two years of working on the puzzle, enough time to build that machine. I don't want it to take too long or short because the puzzle I'm going with currently makes the Doctor look a bit stupid.

I have Lucas as twelve years old when the first game starts, because that's about middle-school age where the puberty does the things. And about 16 or so in the sequel, trying to balance the moved-out thing with the uncharacteristically immature behavior.

Also because Ava seems about 16 and Dad said that number makes sense for her role as a youth leader, and Ava and Lucas seem like peers. Man, they really flopped on the framing for the scene in this shot! I can hardly see Lucas at all with low brightness. Maybe it's different when you play it yourself.

Dad also told me something that I interpreted to mean most media is really bad at establishing ages. So I'm not sure what to do with that.

Anyway, ten years old.

I'm still not sure how, after the excitement of success subsides, Lucas will initially react to the creature made of stone. His reaction will probably depend on his background. Early drafts have him fed fairy tales that paint goblins unfavorably. And since the creature resembles a goblin in some aspects, Lucas freaks himself out or intimidates the little guy. But these drafts felt silly or off, because the creature is all smiles when he wakes up, and we know he's friendly. Also the Doctor just stands there. So I'll come up with something else, probably.

Regarding Knack's relationship with Lucas: When I see other people describe their relationship as sibling-like (a headcanon), they tend to position Knack as the elder. I may need to double-check; the fandom is pretty small and I haven't read much of the fanfictions. Another headcanon I saw a couple times is that Knack had been alive/conscious a long, long time ago.

But recently someone told me they interpret Lucas as the elder!

My interpretation is that Lucas steps up to that particular plate, first.

My idea goes: before anyone knows for sure that Knack's creature type also includes being a person, Lucas treats him a bit like a toddler and a pet, himself acting as the older brother and sorta babysitter. Still trying to decide if Knack knows he is a person at this stage... It seems like in both games, Lucas tends to talk to him like he's giving him a tutorial.

So I gotta figure out how the Doctor, Lucas, and some other folks turn a sweet little bean into the Knack we all know and love. And how Knack and the Doctor etc, do the same with Lucas.

Lucas is so silly!

I know you saw the one about the first night, Bestie [D;? but I'm not sure how to explain it concisely here. A lot of these I feel would be best shown in a comic series.

There is very much a theme of reciprocation in my story. That might be the wrong word. I'm thinking of familial affection. Lucas just doesn't get enough, and so, doing unto others as he would want to be treated, offers attention to Knack. What to list as examples... Reading him stories, nuzzling, very simple dancing. Probably more but I am my brain is made of Swiss cheese.

I did mention Knack being a sleepy baby on here at first, but I don't think I mentioned that Lucas worries if he's dying or something. It's like if you brought home a baby creature, but had no idea what it eats or needs to live, and then it acts groggier and less responsive, and can barely hold its head up... The Doctor kind of scoffs and says it's highly unlikely (not in a mean way), possibly thinking of Knack more like a device. But even if the Doctor is confident, Lucas isn't convinced. And Baby Knack doesn't know how to ask for what he needs, so he kind of furrows his brow and squints and makes little grumbling noises and like. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like he kneads invisible dough or something? And he frequently glances up at Lucas or the Doctor.

Lucas tries really hard to not-cry and seem reasonable, but he can't help reaching out to pet the little guy's head. The creature responds very favorably, still sleepy. Leading Lucas to bring him into a hug, possibly picking him up. The creature is soothed by this, and after wrapping his arms around Lucas, he promptly falls asleep. Or something idk. Everything is a work in progress.

Knack occupies a weird role at first, and even later on occasion: something sort of like a pet, but not quite. Lucas is primarily the one who initiates the interactions like that, but sometimes the Doctor does as well. Knack himself does not understand until later.

I know it's silly to have Lucas pet him. He's basically a rock, even if he reminds me of a teddy bear sometimes. But look at that face! Lucas can feel warm and fuzzy just knowing that his little puzzle buddy likes him.

I also have Lucas very interested in Knack as a person, like how he's feeling and what he thinks. I think it would be funny if he gets good at reading Knack's body language, but not so good at interpreting his words sometimes. I'm kind of throwing out that scene in 2 where Knack gives Lucas an odd look for presuming what he's thinking and framing it as a 'talk'; if Lucas paid any attention to Knack, he would have done something like that a long time ago. And so I have him *do*: Early on, Lucas talks to the Doctor for Knack, like an untrained interpreter. And sometimes even airs his own grievances as if Knack is 'saying' so.

I mean, I *guess* I could have Lucas be oblivious to Knack's emotional situation unless it suits him, but then like. I dunno. That doesn't fit the little guy I made up so far. What feels more like Lucas?

Lucas sometimes imitates Knack's mannerisms and vice versa. Also expect recycled dialogue. I think Lucas vicariously experiences some adventure through Knack.

I still think Lucas gets swole by playing with Knack all the time.

Later, Knack and Lucas switch big-brother-little-brother roles based on the scene.

(I got this screenie from MoeePlays. The rest of the unwatermarked ones are from FullPlaythroughs.)

You may also see Knack playing the big-brother role while being Little Knack, if I can communicate that well enough. I think it's interesting. And the reverse.

Dad compared the way I describe Knack to Lennie Smalls in "Of Mice and Men", and suggested Lucas could be made somewhat like George. I must say, I hadn't read that story before then. So that was a wild ride! Now George, he's kind of prickly, which Lucas seems to be in the second game, but I'm a little hesitant. Dad also mentioned something about George's dream, and maybe Lucas could have something like that. I think I know what he means, and it's probably a reason I feel stuck in the 'ending' I had written; the dream feels impossible.

Jumping around again; if you were to talk to Lucas about Knack, and Knack was nowhere to be seen, Lucas would probably think of him as Little Knack. I looked too far into Lucas calling Knack "little buddy" at the start, and couldn't remember if Lucas called him something different later. I also interpreted this to mean Knack often hangs out with Lucas as Little Knack, which is supported by a brief shot or two in 1, and the title screen of 2.

Lucas considers Knack to be his achievement on some level. In fact, I consider this to be what he was alluding to in the museum in 2; that "without me, the Doctor would never have known-" how to bring Knack to life. I can imagine a young Lucas, when people are told that the Doctor had solved the puzzle and created Knack, saying quietly or thinking to himself, "*I* made this."

He goes back on that idea later. For Reasons. I might change that also, though. Then again, if I change the story every time I get caught and scraped up in a prickly patch, I wouldn't have much of a story anymore. I wouldn't necessarily say Lucas is naive. He's pretty smart and can sometimes pick up on things, but he can be willfully ignorant. If that doesn't make sense out of context, don't worry.

Changing the subject, Lucas kick-starts Knack's mischievous streak. He kind of teases him? Best example is the GIF I wanted to make but turned into a slideshow. In the garden, Lucas growls in jest at a Little Baby Knack, who reacts ferociously and growls back with rough red lettering, lifting his paws a bit and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Lucas laughs, delighted, and Baby Knack's expression shifts a little into amusement, before the GIF loops and they return to growling.

To clarify, Knack is playing, here. Although it does take him a few moments of fleeing and fawning to realize Oh, you're threatening me as a joke. Two can play at that game! Eventually, Lucas feels that Knack is acting too aggressive for his comfort, and, failing to notice that Knack is mirroring his own body language, worries he'll get a good punch to the gut. Or worse. He tries to de-escalate with the offer of a hug, which allows Baby Knack to play a mean prank.

And at one point I want Lucas to try smuggling Knack to school for the express purpose of scaring the crap out of Lucas's peers. For fun!

Another thing about how I wrote Lucas is that, when he is younger, at least, he isn't all that shy with Knack after like a day or so. I'm not sure how to say what I mean... It's like, Lucas has a tendency to get excited and touch, lightly pull, or grab Knack's arm(s), to get his attention, turn him around, or drag him somewhere. It's also a means of affection. He's gentle about it, but still. He isn't usually so grabby with other kids.

One of the things I considered playing with Knack is whether he might bite a family member when he is a 'baby'. But the more I think about it, the more the answer resounds no, he wouldn't. In one scene I wrote, Knack makes a non-lingual, idle threat (growling at him), but Lucas calls his bluff and takes something from him anyway. Lucas actually scoffs at him, incredulous.

Do not look to Lucas for guidance on how to treat children, animals, or operate heavy machinery.

Umm, what else. I bet Lucas would pass out if someone strokes his hair. First thing that comes to mind is Charlotte experimentally trying motherly things, feeling awkward about it and stopping. Lucas murmers something like, "You can keep going :)" Realizes what he just said, "I mean, if *you* want to," and scratches the back of his neck and looks away.

Along with a grappling hook (or maybe the Doctor gave him that), Ryder gives Lucas a butterfly knife for his twelfth birthday. This sounds very familiar to me, so either I thought about it before, it's practically canon, or someone else had mentioned it and I just can't remember. Or it could be a regular pocket knife.

At some point, to someone else, I have Doc describe Lucas as becoming more responsible since Knack came into his life. But of course, since the Doctor can never let Lucas have anything, he amends it with, "at times."

I also have this screenshot:

What was I going to put down for it...?

I remember seeing a review where someone mentioned this scene, gave an extremely reductive summary of it, and they thought "It plays out like a parody of kids movie/game “you-can-do-itism” but it’s not parodying anything in particular." I was rather miffed about that, to say the least; I thought this scene was a major characterization moment.

Lucas is curious/a scientist.

Knack puts so much faith in the Doctor that he limits himself. He also comes off like a major teacher's pet with his quoting ability.

The Doctor thinks himself so smart like he knows everything without testing it thoroughly. To the point where he has told Knack that he is incapable of something.

Lucas encourages Knack to try new things.

Not sure how to put this, but it comes up again in the Key Confrontation. Could be related to 4. Lucas is skeptical of the Doctor's authority and offers an opposing viewpoint. He prompts Knack to stop viewing the Doctor's words as gospel, at least temporarily. This is why I want Lucas and the Doctor to be/become foils in my story. Lucas sees himself in Knack.

Knack believes in the Doctor, sure. But he also trusts and believes in Lucas.

And one last thing, because I can't escape upsetting topics: there may be some parental favoritism going on between the Doctor and the boys. I loathe the idea, but it slots into my current framework with unfortunate agreement. I had a conversation with Dad about it, and he said, uhh trying to remember... it's a reasonable idea. He spoke of Lucas coming into his own and how it challenges the Doctor's ego, meanwhile Knack does whatever the Doctor says without question.

I don't think Lucas would resent or blame the Doctor's Greatest Creation, but it would impact his self-esteem. I don't know what that looks like yet.

Umm, I hope this was worth the wait; I had a lot of fun! I want to add more but I'm kind of scatter-brained. Also this is 4.6k words apparently.

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