#can i please have her turnout thank you

[moonstruckme]

Worried/gentle Pre relationship Sirius x reader who’s having a panic attack (his first time seeing her have one)

Thanks for requesting!

cw: panic attack

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Sirius is no amateur concert-goer. He knows how to hunt for the best tickets, how to smuggle in drinks, and how to get there early enough that he gets right up by the stage. Since it’s your first real concert (you argued that you’ve seen musicians play at restaurants and parks and the like, which Sirius informed you doesn’t count), he’s pulling out all the stops. 

“Alright, doll, we’ve got one bottle of water and one of vodka. Newbie’s choice.” 

“You can stop hammering in the newbie thing so hard, you know,” you say, reaching for the vodka. Your eyes flicker between the people starting to gather around you as they filter into the venue. “I don’t want to be ostracized by everyone here.” 

Sirius grins. “I’ll vouch for you, don’t worry.” 

You mirror his smile wryly, taking a covert swig from the bottle. “Won’t someone take this away from us?” 

“No,” he says, “right now everyone who works here is too focused on getting people inside, and soon it’ll be too packed to see us anyway.” 

You press your lips together as you nod, taking another hearty sip of the vodka. 

As if he hasn’t already been doing it all week, Sirius launches into a biography of the band you’re seeing. How they’d gotten started, when they’d been discovered, how he’d first discovered them (the true beginning of their fame, really), etc, etc. At first, you’re smiling and chiming in as he talks, but gradually he notices you becoming less responsive. You seem distracted. Must be the atmosphere, he reasons. There’s an exhilarating buzz going through the crowd, which Sirius is pleased to note comprises a rather impressive turnout for a band that’s just getting their start. With the colored lights the venue’s management turned on after everyone had been let inside, it’s difficult to make out distinct faces in the sea of bobbing heads. Sirius would hardly know it was you next to him if you hadn’t linked your arm through his the first time someone had cut between you two, as though worried he’d get swept away if you didn’t hold on tight. He hardly minds; if things were different between you, he doubts you’d ever be able to extricate his hand from your back pocket. 

“You with me, dollface?” he asks when you don’t seem to notice he’s asked you a question. He’d asked if you wanted to try to find an after-party, though he knows you well enough to suspect you’ll be ready to collapse into bed by the time the concert itself is finished. 

“Hm?” You look at him, the sparkly eyeshadow you’d asked him to put on you glinting as you blink. Your pupils look huge. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” 

Sirius starts to nod, but then someone behind you shoulders you accidentally and you jolt like you’ve been shot. 

He eyes you warily. “You sure? You look a bit warm.” 

It’s an understatement. Your features gleam with sweat under the colored lights. The crowd does make it a bit balmy inside, but your face is as flushed as if you’ve run a mile. 

“I’m okay,” you say, though you won’t look at him. You take a breath as if to steady yourself, untangling your arm from his to press a hand to your chest. 

Sirius touches your shoulder tentatively. It’s hot and slick under his hand. “Sweetheart, you’re shaking,” he says, panic creeping up his throat. This is all a bit too familiar. “Do you need some air?” 

You suck in a breath, the action sounding more effortful than it should. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” you pant. “Yeah, I think—yeah.” 

Sirius glances around, taking a millisecond to mourn your prime spot before plotting a course through the crowd. He makes you hold his hand as he shoulders his way through, keeping you close behind him. It’s frightening how he can hear the sound of your gasping breaths even over the eager ruckus of the crowd. 

He gets you through as quickly as he can, beelining for the exit. “You’re alright,” he tells you as you both break out into the crisp night air. It takes all the self-control he has to keep his own anxiety from his voice, but he does his best to sound gentle and calm. “We’re going to find you a place to sit down.” 

He guides you over to the side of the building, mostly out of sight of traffic going in and out the doors, and sits you down on some grass. You fold your knees into your chest instantly, the position obviously familiar, and press your forehead to your knees. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” Sirius murmurs, crouching beside you and rubbing your back. Smooth, slow passes up and down your spine. “I’m not going to leave you. Just breathe, doll.” 

You seem like you’re really trying, forcing slow if stilted breaths through your mouth. He gathers the hair off your nape, using a ponytail from his wrist to tie it loosely over your head. The cool air seems to be helping somewhat. Your ears and neck are less flushed, but you’re still shaking something terrible. He redoubles his efforts on your back, pushing his palm into your spine in a way he hopes is soothing. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasp into the space between your knees and your abdomen. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, please,” Sirius begs you. “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” 

You shake your head. 

“Anything I can do?” 

You blow out a breath. Shaky, but more substantial than the rest. “Can I have the water?” 

“Yeah, of course.” Sirius’ own hands tremble slightly as he untwists the cap, passing it to you. You bring your head up to drink it, taking brief, measured sips. Your makeup is all smeared underneath your eyes. 

“Thank you,” you manage once you’re done. Sirius gets the impression you mean for more than the water. 

“Don’t mention it.” He takes the bottle from you, hand resuming its path on your spine. You tuck your head back into your legs. “Take your time, love, we’re not in any rush.” 

Slowly, over the course of the next few minutes, your breathing evens out. Some of the tension leaves your body, your posture slumped and miserable as goosebumps appear along your arms. Sirius drapes his jacket over you, continuing to rub your back through the thick material. 

Finally, you lift your head. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is tight, a tear slipping down your face. Sirius’ heart revolts, batting against his ribs like a frantic bird in a cage. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, doing his best to keep the desperation out of his voice as scoots closer to your side. He brushes the wetness away with his thumb. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, sweetness.” 

“No, I know crowds do this to me, and I didn’t even warn you, I just—” Your face scrunches, as if you’re endeavoring to keep some great pain at bay. “I wanted to do this for you.” 

Suddenly he’s the one with no air. Guilt chokes him, hot and thick in his throat. “You didn’t have to do anything for me, dollface. I mean, I appreciate it,” he gives you one of his best smiles, rewarded when your eyes crinkle slightly in response, “but I never want you to put yourself through anything like this for me. I’m happy when you’re happy, understand?” 

You nod, eyebrows stitched together remorsefully. Sirius wants to kiss between them, then all up and down your face until not a hint of melancholy remains, but in lieu of that he tucks a piece of hair that had escaped his earlier capture behind your ear, thumbing affectionately at your cheek. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you say meekly. 

“That’s okay,” he promises you. “My brother Reggie used to get panic attacks too, when he was younger. I have a bit of practice with them.” 

Sirius doesn’t think it matters how much practice he gets; he’ll always be shit at comforting people, but at least he knows enough to guess what you’ll need now. 

You look at him interestedly. “Really?”

“Mhm,” he says. “Are you tired? We can go back to my place and watch a movie. Or if you just want to go to bed I can take you home.” 

“Your place is good,” you say, letting him take your hand to help you up. Your legs wobble a bit underneath you, and Sirius wraps a hand around your waist, holding you to his side as you start back towards the sidewalk. 

“This okay?” he asks, watching you carefully. 

“Yeah,” you say softly. Your hand worms underneath his arm, sliding around his back in turn. “Yeah, this is good.”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black x self insert #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black fluff #sirius black hurt/comfort #sirius black angst #sirius black drabble #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black blurb #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one shot #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #hp marauders

[mvltisstuff]

hello again!! im the anon who requested sweet nothing (also, saw the edit note and don’t worry it was a fantastic fic and i love it, thank you so much for writing it ❤️) i was wondering if i could request another fic for buck where reader is like athena’s protege and she’s a lot like athena so athena and bobby basically play match maker for them, thinking they’d compliment each other very well but buck and the reader have secretly dating since they met bc they hit it off so well and athena and the 118 end up finding out and are shocked they had no idea. thank you if you get to this, no stress if you don’t. i hope you have a lovely day and remember to take breaks and drink water!!

the feels - e.b

summary: above :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i love seeing these requests so much, please leave as many as you want, this one is so sweet 🫶🫶 i wanted to recreate the funny scene when may walked in on athena in bobby’s turnout 😭

the grants were sitting in the kitchen waiting for another delicious meal from bobby to be ready to eat. athena was sitting down, playing a card game with her two children as bobby was stirring a boiling pot. sharing stories about their days, athena begins her own.

“the station welcomed a new recruit today,” athena starts while cleaning up the cards. “i think i was telling you about her.”

“y/n? i remember you told me she was going to be working there, i just didn’t know she’d be with you.”

“she’s not riding along with me, but we’ve spoken a lot. she reminds me of myself. she’s young but one of the most determined ones i’ve seen. i think she has a lot of great potential.”

“maybe you should bring her along one day,” bobby suggests. “she sounds cool, you should bring her to the station one night for dinner there.”

“i’ll have to check her schedule. she’s trying to get more comfortable in LA, so that could help her. give her some friends,” athena says. “i know she came here to get away for a bit, i’m not sure why but i think something at home.”

“might wanna be careful bringing her, now that i’m thinking about it.”

“what makes you say that?” she asks.

“i’m worried someone might take a liking to her. buck loves you, and he reminds me of myself. and if she’s really similar to you…” athena walks over to bobby, giving him a light kiss before beginning again. “i’ll see what her timing is, i’ll let you know so you can tame the lion.”

the next day at work, y/n walks in uniform with her chunky belt with her gear. she sweetly says good morning to the people at the front with a cup of coffee before returning to her bosses office. “y/n?” she hears someone say from behind her.

“sergeant grant! hello, i was just about to go get started,” y/n says politely to her superior.

“you can call me athena, officer.”

“ok, athena,” y/n has a bright smile that could be the source of light to the room. “is there anything i can do for you?”

“no, you’re all set. just making sure things are good for you here,” athena knows that she’s strong despite the kindness act she puts on. she’s seen she’s not afraid to stand up for herself against all the men at the station. similar to herself, she’s ready for anything god throws at her. “if you get off earlier tonight, i was going to the 118. my husband is bobby nash, and he’s having dinner. i thought it would be a good place for you to settle in.”

“that sounds great, athena. i get off a bit earlier today.”

“good,” athena says with a thin grin. “i’ll see you then, y/l/n.”

they both walk away, going to do their paperwork and jobs of the day. on the first call, they had to deal with a specific threat, making two arrests as y/n shoved them back into the car.

she had easily clicked into her workplace, impressing everyone with her skill and ease with the job. her quick thinking came in extreme need, and athena knew she was going to be one of the best eventually.

after another call, the fire department had been at a site of a crash with drunk driving robbers. the police had been called to observe the suspects and ask them questions about the accident and even before that. after some of the crash on the street was cleaned up, y/n had been on the side, informing dispatch on the current nature of the situation. she was hanging around near one of the trucks when a man, couldn’t have been over 30, walked over to her.

“hey,” he says with a seducing smile, looking her uniform up and down. “i haven’t seen you around yet.”

“i’ve just started working here, i was a cop before but i recently moved here.”

“you liking it? LA can be a lot,” he tells her. “i’m evan buckley, 118. buck.”

y/n smiles and shakes his hand. “you’re from 118? athena and bobby invited me over for dinner tonight.”

“y-you’re y/n?” buck asks, a little surprised. she’s gorgeous, her hair was done back in neat braids. her uniform complemented her well, making her look like a boss, but also looks sweet with her bright smile and laugh. buck noticed her beauty and grace in handling herself.

athena and bobby stood to the side, meeting up at the end of the shift. “i think it’s too late,” bobby says, pointing to y/n and buck flirting very clearly to everyone but themselves. athena would never admit it, but she was actually happy. she thought buck needed woman like her, and she needed one like buck, and after a whole night of convincing each other before bed, they finally decided to take up a new career in match making.

the dinner had gone well, the team asking y/n about her past and why she wanted to become a cop. someone in particular was mesmerized by her stories. “so, y/n, where did you grow up?” eddie asks.

“i was raised in boston, and i went to suffolk for criminal justice,” y/n says. “i knew i wanted to help people, and i came to LA as an escape honestly. just try something new.”

they all nod and smile as they finish their food, laughing about shared stories and the two spend the night eyeing each other.

a couple months had gone by, and buck and y/n had been better close. very close. they were seeing each other almost every day, meeting up outside work to see each other. for being a bad liar, buck was hiding their relationship very well. they started dating a few weeks after the dinner, and no one had any idea. or at least they thought.

buck was definitely head over heels for y/n. she was a person who dominated wherever she was, but carried herself around with respect and a soothing personality. coming home from work, she was always a person to talk to. her sweet and gentle words were always a comfort to him. he thought she was the most lovely person ever.

y/n was obsessed with buck after she met him. he was incredibly charming, being able to light up a room at any time. being able to spend time with him at the end of their shifts was truly the highlight of her day, and she hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. he helped her get settled in the new city that she was venturing. he was always a shoulder to lean on during the bad days, and one to celebrate with after the good ones.

chimney and maddie had been driving over to bucks apartment. they had all agreed to have dinner together so she could spend time with her little brother.

buck on the other hand, had been too preoccupied to remember the plans.

y/n was dressed in a lace bra and panties set, wearing bucks work shirt with his name and badge on it. she was sitting on top of the counter with buck standing between her legs.

when chimney and maddie walked in, they saw bucks bare back, and both of their half-naked bodies. luckily, buck still had his boxers on, and y/n had his shirt. her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, a pair of handcuffs in her hands. “oh my god! evan!” maddie shouted and buck turned around.

“jesus, maddie!” he yelled and his immediate instinct was to cover up y/n. “what are you doing here?”

“some of us had dinner plans,” chimney adds, watching in a humorous way.

“you had dinner plans?” y/n asks.

buck throws his head back in frustration. “im sorry, guys, i completely forgot.”

“clearly.” maddie and chim say, together. “we’re going to go in the hall, give you a minute. while i call bobb-“ chim starts.

“no! do not call bobby because then he and athena will hate me!”

“i think athena would fire me,” y/n says.

“are you kidding? they’ve been trying to force you two together for months!”

y/n and buck give each other a confused look because they both thought they’d want them separate. surely, they weren’t stopping it but they especially didn’t think they would encourage it. they start laughing at each other hysterically at the thought of their superiors trying to get them hooked up. maddie and chimney exit in a hurry, leaving to the hallway.

“well, wanna continue?” buck asks and y/n gives him a questioning look.

“we have like 2 minutes, babe,” she smiles. “i don’t know if we have time.”

“you doubting me?” he says, leaning back in and kissing her again.

“prove me wrong, then,” she smirks and they spend their few minutes not wasting a second.

“bobby! sorry to bother you tonight, but you’re gonna want to hear this!” chim says after calling the captain.

bobby hangs up the phone, and is sitting next to the athena on their couch. athena hears the whole conversation. “i’ll quit my job if you quit yours, and we can start our own business.”

“agreed,” athena says, giving bobby a high-five at their dating app skills. “i will say i’m surprised they kept it a secret. she did seem a bit more upbeat though.”

“so what’s next? getting them engaged?”

“ok, woah. let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. we’ll give ‘em a bit i guess.”

“fine, but i’m getting every detail about this tomorrow from him.”

“i’ll get it from y/n, we will reconvene after a short recess.”

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #athena grant #henrietta wilson #howie han #maddie buckley

[genshinlover101]

Love the work you do, may I request Eula hcs with a shy/introverted S/O?

Eula with an introverted S/O

Character: Eula x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: this took way too long for how short it is but I just got around to finishing it 😎

• Eula never minded your introversion, rather she preferred it. Never forcing you to go out of your comfort zone. She knew you wished to blend in more, but your shy habits held you back.

• Although alone at most times, Eula would rather spend her time with a loved one. She wasn’t shy by any means, her isolation due to her reserved nature. She was raised by her family to be untrustworthy. In contrast, the Acting Grandmaster had taught her to cherish her comrades.

• Her hesitance and your introversion clashed at first. Both of you were not willing to make the first move. Yet you two mixed so very well once the wall fell between you.

As the Captain of the Reconnaissance Company, Eula was often invited to many formal events. Always given the opportunity of a plus one, she’d rather nobody accompany her other than you. Despite your initial apprehension, your need to please your girlfriend far overrode your shyness.

“Are you sure?” She asked you, your clammy hand gripping firmly onto hers. You two already dressed in matching formal attire, it would be a waste to turn back now. “You’re obviously uncomfortable with this,” she squeezed your hand back in an effort to calm you. Brushing her opposite hand across your cheek noticing your flush of embarrassment. Her worried eyes following her fingertip’s movements tracing the outline of your jawline.

“You must know you don’t have to do this,” her eyebrows knitted together. Her words were laced with understanding but she was looking at you with her doe eyes. You knew it was unintentional, yet it still felt like she was begging you. Your presence alone remains a source of comfort and power to her.

Standing outside the Knights of Favonius headquarters' large entrance, you took a couple of deep breaths before you decided to pull yourself together. “It’s alright…” you said, a thin sheet of sweat on your forehead. what’s the worst that can happen?

“But you’ve looked better,” she argued. “I’d rather stay back at home if-,”

“I’m doing this for you.” You interjected.

“For me?” Her look of pure innocence tethered your soul together firmly. She looked as if nobody had ever considered her feelings before. Just as badly as you wanted to go home, she wanted you to be by her side. Not once has she ever gotten her way in the Lawrence family. Always being the second choice.

“Yes.” You sandwiched her hand between both of yours to confirm your feelings. “For you I’ll go.” For Eula, you’d endure your quivering soul for a single night of memories amongst many others with her.

“Thank you, my love,” she smiled gently as her hand lingered on the door to allow you both in. The butterflies began gathering in her stomach once again. Your body rattled as you saw the large turnout the party had as crowds unveiled themselves to the creaky wooden door.

She looked back at you once more, her hand cupping your ear as she came close to whisper, “Don’t leave my side and I’ll protect you.” her opposite hand guided you and glued you by the hip.

#eula x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #eula lawrence

[inuhalfdemon]

You Caught Me At Just The Rut Time

My contribution to a Hazbin Fandom Challenge I created: here

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Rating: MATURE (Smut)

Word Count: 3,193 Words

Summary: You are a female red deer demon. By chance, you happen to meet Hell's great radio demon and the timing could never be more...perfect.

Note: This is not aroace Alastor; at least not for the moment. It gets pretty smutty in here...

You are a red deer hind/doe demon. You’ve been in Hell for some time now; but are still learning the in’s and the out’s in surviving this after-life. There’s been a lot of talk and stirring with the events surrounding the Hazbin Hotel following the war with Adam. Charlie Morningstar is hosting a kind of Open House event to welcome any and all potential new clients who wish to tread her planned path to redemption. Having nothing really better to do and seeing on one of the advertisements – scrawled messily in crayon – that there would be free booze, you decide ‘what the hell’ and go to check it out.  

There is a decent turnout; demons and sinners all curious about this new development and wanting to know more. Most – of course – have nefarious reasons to being here but the Princess of Hell is pleased as punch, just the same. As soon as you are able; you excuse yourself to the bar and order a drink. The bartender – a Hell demon cat with intricate wings - is expertly taking orders and sending drinks out promptly to all the patrons. A little – ‘bug?’ – demon is scurrying about the place; cleaning in a frenzy and collecting empty glasses to take back to behind the bar counter. The bartender quickly pours your drink and with a flick of his feathered tail; he has it sliding right into the palm of your clawed hand before starting on the next in line.

Most of the others are grouped among themselves – conversing – throughout the hotel lobby. Some are meandering or exploring the new building; talking with the current residents. The corner of the bar where you sit is relatively quiet. Stirring your drink with one clawed finger, you amuse yourself by watching everyone.

When someone approaches your part of the room; you are surprised to find that it is in fact Hell’s infamous Radio Demon – Alastor. Despite his wide smile and buoyant attitude; everyone parts from him as if they were the Red Sea, giving him a more than respectable space as he comes to lean over the bar counter near you.

“Husker, my good man.” Alastor calls to the bartender. “A rye, if you would.” His voice crackles in old-timey radio.

Without so much as acknowledging the Overlord’s presence; the winged demon cat uses his tail to pour from a bottle into a whiskey glass containing some ice beside him – his hands busy preparing other drinks. He had seen Alastor making his way to the bar and was ready for the order. Curling his tail around the glass, he set it on the counter and flicked it smoothly to him just as he had for you.  

“I very much thank you, my friend.” Alastor lifted the glass; and sipped. Husker ignored him; focusing on what he was doing.

You watch this interaction with interest; comparing it to how others now were giving your corner of the bar a very wide berth.

Alastor took his seat; sitting at the bar stool just next to yours. He shifts himself so that he is casually watching the goings-on of the grouping of demons and sinners throughout the room; but he has one long ear – the one nearest you – slightly turned and rotated toward you. It is an invitation to engage in conversation…if you wish.

You assess him briefly – wondering if he really, truly is a red deer demon. They are not terribly uncommon in Hell, but some only resemble the form of a Cervidae. It can be tricky to tell; even for those who are. If he is a Cervidae – he’s a very powerful one. And, it’s obvious to you that’s not all that he is. You – yourself - are very athletic, agile, clever and quick due to being the type of demon that you are but he – he emanated a type of power that could never be fully comprehended.

“It’s a good turnout.” You offer; initiating conversation with him.

“Why, yes. It really is. Charlie should be proud.” He replied happily; shifting now so that he is politely engaged with you.

“You’ll have a time…can’t say there are many here that look like they’ll make the cut.” You sip from your drink.

“Oh, I’m fully prepared to deal with some of the riff-raff, believe you me.” He chuckled into his drink. “Have your sights set on high, yourself, darling?”   

“Hm…not really. The thought of redemption really doesn’t interest me much.” You reply, honestly.

“Well, that bodes all too well for me…” He says, eyes firmly fixed on you.

 And, there it is. A hint of…a scent. Cervidae demons – true Cervidae – demons are commonly known for their deer-like tendencies. One very prominent one being that they experience fluctuating periods of cyclic mating periods – termed the rut. There’s a lot that gets rather muddled with this natural occurrence; confusing even for the demons that experience it because each and every individual is different in the timing, frequency or intensity of their own personal mating cycles.

You know that the scent that you caught – be it just a whiff – is a musk. A musk that red deer stags produce when they are…interested. It is a pheromone that only other Cervidae demons can detect. Incidentally, you are aware that you yourself are currently…receptive…and that you are producing your own pheromone that he can easily detect in your response.

Your body reacts to this development rather quickly. A flooding of hormones, cascading and overwhelming your senses. You feel the hair on your head and at the base of your tail bristling, rising slightly. Your mouth has gone dry and your heart rate has sharply increased.

He laughs lightly; reading your response. Throwing back the rest of the whiskey before setting the empty glass onto the counter.

“Do not trouble yourself, Husker.” Alastor called over his shoulder as the bartender reached for another whiskey glass with his tail. “That will be all for me this evening, I think.”

Smoothly, Alastor slides from his seat at the bar.

“I’d very much like to show you more of our amenities here.” He tells you, offering his hand. “If you’d be so inclined…” His musk trailing off of him; becoming more potent.

The message is crystal clear; and he’s offered you an easy out. You are free to politely decline, walk away from this…proposal. Honestly though, you could do with a decent fuck. And, everything this radio demon is promises a rather good one. 

“Aren’t you a little too old for me?” You ask him; though he’s more than fully aware that really won’t pose any sort of an issue here.

“Quite so.” He admits. “I assure you though, I am quite spry.

Throwing back your own drink, you take his offered hand, letting him chivalrously help you down from your bar stool and following him out of the lobby of the hotel. Other demons and sinners move readily out of your way, so intent on ducking and avoiding the attention of the smiling Overlord that no one notices you leaving with him. The other residents of the hotel are so caught up in their own tasks with ensuring that the Open House is a success, they pay absolutely no mind to Alastor’s departure from the event.

Alastor leads you to his room; a lone door standing, eerily placed within the entirety of the hotel’s 13th floor.

He pauses at the doorway with you; considering you seriously.

“You are sure?” He asks you; his musk surrounding you entirely: heightening your arousal. “I can and will stop at any time you tell me.” He says. “But, it has been some time...for me. This could get…intense.”  His eyes are burning; a soft deep green glow penetrating the soft light of the hallway. His antlers had thickened at their bases, points lengthening, widening as he spoke.

Despite everything. Despite his obvious readiness at having you, taking you now; here, at the very peak of his rut… Despite the absolute betrayal that was your own body telling him how receptive you were right now; how ready you were for him. He was giving you this last and final chance…to walk away. You knew what this was; you knew what this would be…and you readily accepted the terms.

If anything, the deal was only made sweeter by his considerations. Most stags are so consumed by the intensity of their rut; they struggle with restraints. Hind/does too.

Struggling with your own senses – now – you swiftly close the gap between you and him. In one quick movement; you leap so that he when he catches you; you are wrapped around him, your legs hugging his waist and your arms winding around his neck. Quick as a whip, he saw you coming and easily pulls you into him. Your momentum presses his back into the doorway. You are kissing him in a desperate way; any thought of reservations melting quickly away. He matches your fervor; his tongue pressing between parting lips and finding yours.

He breaks the kiss briefly and you realize that he is pulling you with him into the hotel room now; the door having opened without you noticing.

“A good little doe…” He muses; carrying you into the room. Stepping inside, he spins so that it is you that is now pressed against the door; it closing behind you as he pushes you firmly against it.

He presses himself against you; pushing you into the wood. You can feel his erection; pressing into you through clothing. You tighten the hold on him that you have with your wrapped legs; moving your hands into his hair, you ball your clawed fingers into fists and begin pulling and biting at his lower lip.

The prod pressing into you starts to become more firm and carefully breaking away from you; he sets you down, steps back and starts to loosen his bowtie. As he slips out of his suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt, you slide out of your own. It lands at a heap on the floor. Looking at him, you briefly register all of his raised and jagged scars – covering his body - but then you suddenly realize that you are standing near a very old and intricately styled mirror. You blush slightly, seeing your aroused reflection looking back at you from its surface.

He chuckles darkly, pressing you back into the door with his long body standing, pushed against you.

“You’re not a shy doe are you?” He purrs into one of your erect long deer ears, one of his clawed hands softly but firmly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at the mirror.

You gulp, watching the reflection. He is poised over you; a predator enjoying the freezing state of fear he has induced in his prey. Your blush only deepens when he presses into you more; his bare skin touching yours; his member pressing much more sharply into your thigh. You watch yourself reacting to all of this – just as he meant you to – and you are only made more humiliated by the knowledge that all of it arouses you even more.

“You should see how pretty you are when I make you blush, my dear.” He holds your head tilted, making you watch through the mirror as he begins softly kissing, licking and biting at your exposed neck. You squirm and he laughs; soft puffs of breath touching your sensitive skin. Using his free hand, he slides clawed fingers underneath the fabric of your bra; finding a breast. He pinches your nipple and it sends a tightening jolt of pleasure into your belly that sinks lower and lower. Your face flushes deeper, a hint of a sheen of sweat breaking across your forehead.

You gasp and seeing how you do; sends you further into spiraling.

Mesmerized; you watch through the mirror as he releases your nipple – slipping his hand out from your bra - and reaches around, unclasping the hook easily with deft fingers. Still not releasing your face; he hooks the garment in one claw and tosses it aside. Leaning down; he softly kisses your tight, and firm nipples before taking one into his mouth and softly sucking.

“Ahhhhhh….” You breathe, squirming more.

“Hmmmmmm.” He hums, going to the next nipple and sucking again.

You’re quivering now and you’ve started panting. Your pheromone is absolutely pungent and it is making him almost dizzy with each inhale he takes. You see your obvious arousal but you also see his in response; his antlers are stretching, widening….his eyes are flaring a deeper shade of green and casting eerily moving shadows across your skin. Next you feel his erection; jutting from behind the dress pants he still wore – stabbing into you with much more urgency now.

He knows that he would find great pleasure from making you watch yourself – coming undone – by his having you; then and there. But, he also feels his little game overwhelming you now and knows that it really could be just too much. He shifts himself briefly; sliding his hand to the rim of your pants and experimentally pulls at the waistband with one claw. You see this happening through the mirror; a kind of panic grips your heart – knowing where this could lead – and your face jerks slightly as you flinch. This confirms it for him and he immediately releases you; allowing you to finally look away from the mirror.

The shadows move around you and there is a swirling vortex forming a portal just behind him. He steps back into it; reaching his hand out for you to take – if you are so willing – to follow him. Feeling more aroused than you could ever remember – and feeling an incredible adrenaline rush from the mirror play – you readily take it and let him lead you through the swirling dark.

You step onto a soft bed of spring grass, stars and moonlight overhead. Shocked and surprised; you turn all around and assess your surroundings. You were so…distracted…before you hadn’t realized that his room was actually a splitting of dimensions. Seeing the part of the room where the door and the mirror stood just further away now; you realize that he only moved you to a new location within the same hotel suite.

Fireflies skittered about; owls hooted and other soft nightly sounds were drifting from the surrounding swampland. The air smelled of cypress. The entirety of the environment was calling to your demon form; fueling it with an energy and pleasure you had not previously considered. With the scent of the cypress was the sharp scent of Alastor’s musk. Looking at him now, you saw that he was incredibly in need of some relief. Still wearing his dress pants, he was fully erect; his antlers still heavy and long upon his head; eyes flaring but looking at you narrowed and hazed.

Saying nothing, you go to him. Touching his waist, you look up at him – watching his reaction as you undo the clasp near the seam to his pants and slide your hand in. His eyes close and he groans; leaning into your touch. You slide his length out and nearly gasp at how…well…huge he is. It makes you more than a little apprehensive…he’s certainly the largest stag you’ll have ever been with. But, like him, you are fully aroused and are as ready for this as you ever will be.

Releasing him, you quickly start undoing your own pants; shoving them and your undergarments off as he hurriedly does the same for himself.

Knowing it will be the best position for what you both need from this; you kneel onto the soft bed of grass. He takes your face gently in his hand; looking at you with heightened arousal and a kind of…appreciation. Watching you, he moves so that he is stepping around and coming to settle himself behind you; also kneeling.

Your long ears flick back; bowing your head so that you can see him in your peripheral. He reaches for you; you expect him to push you down or forward but he pulls you into him so that your back is pressed against his chest. He slides his clawed hand to your neck, tilting your head back against him as he kisses and nips at your skin. His erection is pressed into your back and you can feel it tracing trails of pre-cum against you as he shifts. He wraps his other arm around you; pulling you closer into him as he firmly takes your breast; teasing your nipple into firmness in his fingers.

You can feel a sliding wetness between your legs and know that you are ready. You groan at his teasing and pushing yourself away from him so that you are now bent down; face to the ground rear raised. He follows you down; briefly touching and stroking your tail before positioning it comfortably out of the way from being inadvertently bent or crushed.

He rises himself on his knees and when he enters you; it’s a deep and blissful penetration. He slides himself in slowly; giving you a moment to adjust to his girth. You can feel a seeping of wet touching the inside of one thigh.

He makes a growling purr; deep in his chest.

“You are so…wet.” He groans, pressing his face into your back.

You don’t say anything; you focus on staying as relaxed as you can. He’s not too big but very nearly.  

Slowly, he starts to move – back and forth – and your body responds; adjusting. 

You are flooded with heat; a heavy sweat breaking out all across your skin. His musk is flooding your senses and you begin to moan pathetically….desperately. Your pheromones are affecting him as well; and he remembers telling you that: he could and would stop for you at any time - but he is praying to each and every of the seven deadly sins that you don’t ask him to.  

Your hands make fists in the grass; and you sink down lower.

This angle gives his length more to access and his tip is pressing, pushing and grinding against that oh so sweet spot you’ve got hidden inside. You can fill his shaft stiffening; filling his member curving inside you and it’s about to drive you both over the edge.

He grips your hips; claws digging painful, pleasantly into the skin: as he thrusts himself into you – deeper and deeper; grunting like the rutting animal he is.

Feeling a delicious coiling of tension; you arch yourself into him.

“Ffffffffuck!” He responds to the movement; his hips jerk sharply; jolting one or two more thrusts into you before he comes undone.

You’re already there; chemicals flood your senses as you reach orgasm. You feel his member stiffen; filling you up with its release before it softens again – your walls tightening and releasing all around it. You notice there is more wetness running down your legs now.  

Slowly, carefully, he slides himself out. You collapse into the ground, feeling boneless and weightless. You enjoy this feeling; letting it consume you completely knowing you’ll never have a fuck quite like this one ever again.

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[softspiderling]

but i need your lips on mine | d.h.

summary: derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,9k

author's note: hello guys the teaser for the long awaited college au is finally here. i hope you guys like it :) tagging @stilinskiderek bc i’ve been annoying charlotte about this fic for ages and i know she’s been waiting for a derek fic😭 side note: this is a teaser/accompanying fic to the actual fic boy, you write your name (I can do the same) which will be out on thursday! meaning this is NOT an excerpt of the fic, but offers more background of the relationship derek and the reader have, and also where the nickname CJ comes from

“Are you actually washing the car or are you just waiting for someone to pay attention to you?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Derek said dryly, wringing out the sponge and tossing it in one of the soapy buckets. You grinned at him, tossing him a water bottle, which he easily caught, drinking quickly as you leaned your hands into your waist.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking around. It was quite busy, every single member of the frat seemed hard at work. “Pretty nice turnout, huh?”

Derek shrugged in a way that meant he was agreeing with you, but he didn’t want to look like he was bragging. He was humble like that. You scoffed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, and Derek zeroed in on the bikini strap under your top, a grin forming on his face.

“You come here to lend a hand?”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes at him with a snicker. “I was thinking ahead. With you standing in the sun for the whole day and Isaac around buckets full of water? I was bound to end up soaked, thought I’d save me a trip to the laundromat.”

“Now you’re basically begging me to drench you,” Derek drawled, picking up the sponge soaked full of water, advancing on you.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, giving him a shove.

“Are you doing a special?”

While you and Derek were wrestling around, ending up with both of you getting a soak, you hadn’t noticed the Mini pulled up next to you, windows down, a pretty girl smirking at yoi.

“Nah, I’m just here to support my friends,” you said, gesturing to Derek, wiping your wet forehead with a laugh. “It’s his frat that’s organizing this car wash. Derek, this is Amanda, she’s in my Women’s Writing class. Just transferred from Palomar.”

“Hey,” Derek said, leaning against her car. “You here for a full wash?”

“Sure am.”

Derek nodded, leaning back. “Isaac! Grab some boys and a couple of buckets, we got another one.”

Isaac saluted Derek, his wet curls hanging in his face. Glancing over to you, he grinned, wagging his eyebrows when he caught you staring at his bare chest, turning on his heel to grab the buckets, but not without teasing you.

“Take a picture, CJ, it’ll last longer.”

“CJ?” Amanda asked, raising a brow. You groaned internally when Derek only smirked at her, clearly ecstatic that he got to tell the story again.

“Right, you’re a transfer, so you don’t know where her nickname comes from. Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a treat. It was a really nice summer day-”

“Derek, I’m not letting you tell the story again with the exaggerations,” you scowled at him, though in jest, shoving him gently. You turned back to Amanda, sighing softly. “Anyways. It all started when I was a freshman, a couple of weeks into the semester. I was taking Deucalion’s class for Intro to Ancient History….”

An incessant ringing pulled you out of your deep slumber, but your head barely rose from the pillow as you poked the screen of your phone until the alarm stopped, leaving you to your slumber again. You had fallen asleep around 4:30 because it had taken you that long to finish your paper on Caesar. Usually, you never left your assignments for the last minute, and to be fair, you didn’t really. Leave it to the last minute, that is. The assignment was done, sitting in your folders waiting to be printed for about a week or so. But then you caught up with your study group, where you found out that Deucalion always knocked you down a letter grade if he didn’t agree with your opinion. And he loved Caesar. You didn’t. Which you made exceptionally clear in your essay. So being the freshman that you were, wanting to get good grades in your first semester, you decided to rewrite all 8 pages with the deadline looming in less than 10 hours, because he insisted on collecting the assignments right at the beginning of the class. Not the smartest thing you’ve done. Around one am, the library had closed, in the middle of your hot streak, and by the time you reached your dorm, you lost your train of thought and it took you two hours to find it again. And it was not because you fell asleep for 20 minutes. When the alarm blares up again, you groaned loudly, reaching for your phone to silence it, stilling when the phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text. You narrowed your eyes at the screen, your eyes bleary as your vision slowly cleared.

[Stevie]: where r u???

Your heart plummeted when you read the text, and while you checked the time, you had to resist the urge to throw yourself out of the window.

08:13. Deucalion’s class started at 08:15.

“FUCK!”

Scrambling up from your bed, your legs tangled in the blankets and you nearly brained yourself when you fell to the floor. Getting up, you located your paper on your desk, making sure it was still where you left it, before you headed to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth. With your toothbrush in your mouth, you tugged some jeans and a shirt out of the closet, laying it on the bed to get changed when there was another ping.

[Stevie]: hes l8 if u hurry up u mite make it in time

Your eyes widened, the gods must’ve heard your silent prayers and you rushed to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste, and splashing some water in your face for good measure before you grabbed your stuff, backpack on your arm, phone and paper in your hand, running across campus to get to the lecture hall. When you finally skidded to a halt in front of the doors of the lecture hall, you slowly opened the door, peeking into it. There were two lines down the stairs, so the other students must be in line to drop off their papers at the front. Sighing a deep breath of relief, you squeezed yourself through the gap in the door and inconspicuously walked behind the last person in line. As the line moved forward, you dropped your backpack in between the seated rows, making it seem like you’d been in the class from the beginning. As the line slowly moved forward, you caught a glimpse of Professor Deucalion at the front. Only, it wasn’t him… Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the guy that was standing by the desk, his arms crossed. He had dark hair, a faint stubble and a scowl on his face. Must be Deucalion’s TA, though you didn’t remember ever seeing him during lectures, though he did look quite familiar. By the time you reached the front desk, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the TA’s. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped your assignment on the stack and the way the corners of his mouth curled up made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked defensively and he uncrossed his arms, leaning his hands on the desk.

“Nothing… Just. Cute jammies.”

You heard the class let out laughter as you stared at him before glancing down at yourself, flushing when you realized you were still wearing your pj’s, which was just a tank top and arguably your worst pyjama pants: Teal and pink Hello Kitty pants. Snapping your head up, you glared at him, but before you could say another word, the side door opened, and Professor Deucalion walked in.

“You better take a seat, CJ,” the TA said with a smirk, collecting the assignments in his hand and you bit back a retort, finding an empty in the back row as Professor Deucalion started the lecture. As he droned on, your eyes kept flitting over to the TA in the first row, glaring at the back of his head. Even hours later, when you were at some fresher party a frat was throwing, the incident was a topic with your friends.

“It was crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Stevie nodded as you only rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. “Seriously, she was staring with her mouth open and everything. Which I get. I just have more self-control.”

“You guys are ridiculous. He was making fun of me,” you pointed out and Audrey stared at you, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

“Dude. He wants to bang you.”

With a snort, you shook your head at your friends and their crazy conspiracy theories.

“Come on, I didn’t come here to talk about our lecture. Let’s go find something to do. I think they’re playing beer pong in the backyard,” you suggested, dragging your friends through the house and out into the backyard, which seemed to be just as crowded as inside. Walking over to the beer pong table, it looked like they were in the middle of the game, so you just tapped on the shoulder of one guy.

“Hey, is it possible for me and my friends to play a round?”

“Sure,” he replied without turning around, throwing the ball and scoring. “You guys can just- oh hey, CJ!”

Of course it was fucking him*. The TA from Deucalion’s lecture was standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.*

“My name is-” you started, but he waved you off snickering.

“I know what your name is. But CJ is fitting, isn’t it?” He took a sip from his drink, giving you a brief once over and you ignored how Stevie’s grip around your arm tightened for a second. “I see you changed, though I must say I did like the pants.” You gave him a look and he offered you his hand.

“Derek Hale.”

“There were a lot of people at that party. And I guess the name just stuck.”

“Huh. So everyone just calls you CJ?”

You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the nickname, it was cute. At this point, it was odd to hear someone call you by your government name unless it was a professor or someone from the faculty. Everyone addressed you as CJ. It was just the story that bothered you, mostly because Derek liked to add details that were unimportant. Also because he cracked up all the time telling the story like it was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced, that jerk.

“You have to admit it’s a cool nickname,” Derek cut in, and Amanda laughed.

“Guess so… So how does that work with you being a TA and you two dating?”

“We’re not dating.” “He’s not actually a TA.”

Really? That was what he chose to correct? You side-eyed Derek but he just gave you a subtle wink as Amanda perked up, looking at you curiously.

“So, you’re single?”

Even before you replied, you noticed how Derek clinked himself out of the conversation, walking over to the waiting cars leaning against the door. Every time you thought you had figured him out, he went ahead and did something that confused you even more. Sometimes you thought back to what Audrey and Stevie had said to you about Derek before you even really knew him. You glanced over to him as you handed Amanda your phone so she could put her number in, and it was as if Derek could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head in your direction, giving you a small smile, flashing his teeth at you. Some day you will just flat out ask him.

But not today.

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[prettyboybuckley]

43 with buddie for the touching prompt please?

hi anon! thank you for the prompt 💕 43 is "giving them a piggy-back ride". I'm sorry, you were probably thinking of something cutesy but it has turned into angst 😅

Everything seemed to be going well.

They were moving fast, staying ahead of the flames and the smoke is thick, but they have their oxygen tanks. So far they haven't found any more people to evacuate, and they're about to make their way back to the front and leave the building, the evacuation order already having come through over the radio.

Buck keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure Eddie is still following him. And he is, until he isn't.

The building groans, the floor shakes, and there is a crack right before the ceiling comes crashing down behind him. Buck dives forward on instinct, tumbling over the floor.

It's the lightning strike and the well all over again: the split second decision to get himself to safety, followed by the instant feeling of anguish and dread when he remembers Eddie.

He scrambles up, looking behind him, trying to see through the smoke. There is dust and hubris everywhere as he rushes to Eddie.

"Eddie? Eddie!"

Eddie is trying to get up, and Buck sees how his knee wobbles, and he immediately falls down again.

"I'm good," Eddie wheezes. "I mean I'm not, but I'm not pinned, and I'm not bleeding. I think."

Buck's anxiety goes down by only about twenty-five percent, which isn't saying much because it was through the roof. He crouches down and lets Eddie sling an arm over his shoulder, helping him up.

The building creaks ominously once again, loud enough to be heard over the roaring flames as they start moving.

The radio crackles. "Buckley, Diaz, where are you? Once again, there is an order to evacuate."

"This isn't going fast enough," Buck says after about thirty feet, loudly so Eddie can hear him through the mask. "I'll have to carry you."

Eddie looks at him incredulously. "Carry me? Buck, I know you're strong, but I'm not exactly light with all this gear."

He's going over their options, knowing he'll have to think fast. Eddie isn't wrong, and this isn't as simple as lifting him into the firetruck, but with that knee they're not going to get out of here fast enough.

Behind them, more of the ceiling comes down, and Buck makes a split-second decision. He undoes the straps that hold his oxygen tank to his back, pulling it off.

"Hop on my back," he tells Eddie as he finally stops and crouches down, holding the tank out for Eddie to grab.

Eddie hesitates, though not for long, seeming to realize they don't have much of a choice, and he curls one around Buck's neck as Buck grabs his thighs.

He can hear Eddie's muffled yell of pain, and this might fuck up his knee even more, but it beats fucking dying.

Buck tries to make an estimation of how far they have to go, feeling his bad leg ache with all the weight on it. Eddie is slumped against his back, but he's still holding on to the tank and the front of Buck's turnout coat, and he knows they came make it.

The team is waiting outside, and Buck can't even remember the last time he was this happy to see daylight. He keeps going until he's sure they are far enough from the building, not letting go of Eddie's thighs until Bobby and Chim are there to catch him.

Then Buck lets himself fall onto the grass, rolling over onto his back and pulling off his mask. Hen is hovering over him, looking concerned.

"I'm good," Buck tells her. "You guys check Eddie first, please."

Hen looks like she wants to argue for a second, but Buck sends her a pleading look and she listens to him. Buck closes his eyes and tries to ignore the way his body aches. Eddie is safe, and that's what matters.

from the "feeling another human's touch" prompt list

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[wordwarriors]

POV Discussion Summary

The inaugural live discussion went very well! Thanks so much to everyone that participated! It was a very good turnout. I thought I would post the outline and some notes from the discussion here.

OUTLINE:

First Person “I” (single v. alternating/dual) be careful of too much self-inserting. Pros: many readers feel closer to the protagonist.

2. Second Person “You”

3. Third Person “He/She”

Objective (do not know their thoughts and feelings)

Omniscient (vs. head hopping) (reports thoughts and feelings but doesn’t word them in the character’s voice)

Subjective Omniscient: The narrator knows the character's thoughts and feelings and has opinions about them: Liam felt guilty. As well he should.

Limited (one character’s POV, only know what they know)

Limited shifting (alternates characters, only know what that character knows while you’re in their head)

Narrative Distance:

Far narrative distance (as if you’re watching them)

Close/tight (as if you’re in their head)

Deep (write as if the reader is the character)

He peered out the window. “Are they coming for me?” he wondered as he listened to the sound of distant hoofbeats.

The above could be written in deep POV as follows:

He peered out the window. Were they coming for him? Hoofbeats rumbled in the distance

4. Fourth Person “We” (Plural)

Example:

Head hopping:

Riley looked across the room in confusion. She felt fear slice through her heart as she listened to Liam, he was agitated and upset, worried that she wasn’t understanding what was at stake. Drake looked between the two of them, bored, he was ready for this conversation to be over. Riley threw her hands up in the air. He could tell she was frustrated.

Fixed:

Riley looked across the room in confusion. She felt fear slice through her heart as she listened to Liam. He seemed agitated and upset. She shot a quick glance at Drake, who wore a bored expression on his face. She threw her hands up in the air.

Liam could tell Riley was frustrated, but he was worried that she wasn’t understanding what was at stake.

Notes:

There are pros and cons to any choice you make. There is no right or wrong and it comes down to artistic choice. If you aren't sure, play around with different points of view until you find your writing style.

Proofread and be sure you are keeping it consistent.

First person provides a close narrative distance. Third person deep can do the same but is less intuitive to write.

Third person gives you more freedom by not limiting you to only what one or two characters know.

If you are using shifting/alternating character pov, make sure to clearly delineate a scene shift when switching to avoid head hopping and confusing the reader.  

Scene shifts can be done by starting a new chapter, using a scene break (like ***) or by starting a new paragraph.

If you just start a new paragraph, be sure to make it clear immediately that you have shifted character pov.

When writing multiple pov characters, each character needs to be very unique and have their own voice or you risk confusing the reader.

Please, if I've missed anything, feel free to mention it in the comments and I'll add it!

Also, check out these articles on POV:

Point of View

Tenses:

Past is more accepted/traditional and intuitive.

Present can create more immediacy and tension.

Again, this is a creative choice, just make sure you’re keeping it consistent.

You will use multiple tenses when writing. We touched on this (using past or past perfect vs. writing flashbacks in the same tense as the rest of your story), but this could probably use it’s own discussion at some point.

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[theladyofshalott1989]

Sebastian Sallow x Male MC Fanfic (Like Moths to a Flame) - AO3 & Wattpad

I haven't been on Tumblr in years, but I was told it has a very active Hogwarts: Legacy community so that clearly had to be remedied. And WHAT A COMMUNITY THERE IS. I'm so thrilled to be back! In other news, I have no idea what I am doing, but here goes nothing... In March 2023, I wrote a Sebastian Sallow/Male MC story on Wattpad. It was originally meant to just be a one-shot, but (surprise surprise!) it soon became a full series, which I eventually crossposted to AO3 in August. (A huge thank you to the lovely reader who suggested that! It was much appreciated!) Now, 170,000+ words, 20,000+ reads on Wattpad, 6,500 hits on AO3, and two official fan artists later, I am clearly in absolute thrall to this series, and it won't be ending anytime soon. If you're interested, check it out on Wattpad or AO3. I love to interact with readers, so please don't hesitate to comment and/or reach out here on Tumblr too! Wattpad Links: Book One - Like Moths to a Flame Book Two - Burning Bright AO3 Links: Book One - Like Moths to a Flame

Book Two - Burning Bright

My Linktree (where you can find author-curated Spotify playlists for both stories) Excerpt from Like Moths to a Flame:

"Levioso! Accio! Incendio!" Damien yelled from across the room, Leander his unfortunate target.

Sebastian stood in the back of the crowd beside Natty. It was a good turnout for the championship match. He had found a decent spot between heads to watch everything going on without being at the front of the pack. He was still embarrassed by his poor show last week.

Ominis didn't come this year. He said he didn't feel there was a point since Sebastian was out of the tournament. He also wanted to get some rest since he was still recovering from his illness.

Sebastian focused his attention back on the match. Damien had already defeated Charlotte, the rare Hufflepuff member of Crossed Wands. She was sitting on the floor, dazed.

Sebastian wasn't surprised when Damien told Lucan he planned on dueling solo for the final match, but he was still impressed. Competing alone against four of some of the best duelists at the school was quite a challenge.

Leander stumbled back as Damien hit him with three Basic Casts in a row.

Just to mess with Leander, Sebastian called out, "You're better than that!". He grinned to himself as Natty shoved him playfully on the shoulder.

"That was mean-spirited," she said, looking as if she was struggling to hold back her amusement.

"What? He's an arse."

"It would be more effective to root for Damien."

"I don't hear you providing any words of encouragement."

She giggled, cupping her hands to her mouth, and called out, "Go, Damien!"

Damien glanced over in her direction as Eric and Nellie both threw Basic Casts his way. Despite the distraction, he blocked them with a well-timed Protego and managed to cast Stupefy at Nellie, knocking her back.

Eric yelled out and tried a poorly aimed Incendio, which Damien didn't even need to block. Meanwhile, Leander was floating in the air, angrily muttering to himself.

Sebastian, not one to be one-upped by a Gryffindor, followed Natty's lead, and when there was a small break between casts, shouted at Damien, "Give 'em what for!"

Damien scanned the crowd, searching for Sebastian, and when they made eye contact, tossed him a winning grin with an unexpected wink. Sebastian blushed.

It took Sebastian a moment to realize Natty had stopped watching the match and was looking at him with a curious expression.

"What?" Sebastian asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.

"He didn't wink at me."

"What do you mean?" he said, feigning ignorance.

Natty gave him a sly grin but kept quiet. She shifted her attention back to the duel.

They had missed Eric being pulled out of the match. He was now pacing the back of the room with a fellow Gryffindor gesticulating wildly. Someone was a poor loser.

Leander was still going strong it seemed, but Nellie was on her last legs. She was struggling to keep up with Damien's volleys. He was quite quick with his casts, almost as fast as Sebastian, which was certainly saying something.

Damien pulled Nellie to him and hit her with a forceful Incendio. It would have completely incapacitated her if it was Confringo. Too bad Sebastian and Damien weren't meeting until tomorrow night. Confringo would have come in handy in Crossed Wands. Oh well.

Leander successfully hit Damien from behind a few times as Damien continued to target Nellie. It didn't bother him in the slightest. He hit Nellie one more time with Incendio and she flew back against the wall, out of the match.

One more to go.

Sebastian couldn't wait to see Damien destroy Leander. It was going to be glorious.

Leander and Damien both shouted, "Levioso!" in unison, canceling out each other's spells.

Damien tried again, this time getting a hit in successfully.

Sebastian knew Leander hated being stuck in the air. Leander muttered something to Damien, riling him up. That was apparently a mistake on his part. Damien's expression clouded over and he hit Leander with Incendio as many times as he could.

When the levitation spell lifted, Leander slumped to the ground, totally spent. Damien turned around triumphantly, his back to Leander, assuming he'd won the tournament, but Leander jumped to his feet.

Sebastian yelled out, "Mind the wand!" just in time. Damien blocked Leander's attempted Confringo and threw a Stupefy back at him. Leander stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock, and crashed onto the cold stone floor with a thud. He lay there for a moment, dazed and disoriented, before slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. As he sat up clumsily, his eyes flashed with anger, glaring first at Damien, then Sebastian.

No matter; it was done. Damien had won.

As the crowd erupted into applause, Natty looked back over at Sebastian. "You should go congratulate him." She shoved him lightly in Damien's direction, who was talking with Lucan in the corner of the room.

Sebastian hesitated for a moment before nodding and making his way through the crowd to Damien. He wasn't sure what to say, but he knew he had to do something to show his support. That's what friends were for, right?

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x male mc #sebastian sallow x ravenclaw mc #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ao3 link #wattpad #friends to lovers #slow burn #queer fanfiction #ominis gaunt #sebastian x mc

[evanbi-ckley]

I was tagged by @shortsighted-owl @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper @rogerzsteven and @ajunerose for ✨Seven Sentence Sunday ✨ and I am once again here to annoy you with the beginning of chapter 3 of my current WIP 😌

“Please, Bobby.” Eddie's voice cracks like glass over the words. “Please don't make me leave.”

When Bobby had returned to the ICU a few minutes ago, his first order was for Eddie to go home, get some rest, and come back later after a shower and some food. But Eddie can't do it. He can't leave. Not yet.

Bobby gives him a stern look, but after a beat, his eyes soften. “Okay.”

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, and he feels his whole body relax. He hadn't even realized he was so tense.

“Okay,” Bobby repeats, understanding, “but you still have a concussion and need to rest. And you're still in your turnouts from yesterday. You should at least take a nap and change your clothes.”

“But -”

“I'm not saying right this second, Eddie. But soon, got it?”

Eddie nods, choking on the words he wants to say. Thank you. I love him. I can't leave him yet.

Bobby pulls his rosary out of his front pocket and gestures toward the door of Buck’s room. “I'm gonna go sit with him. Would you like to join me?”

Eddie clears his throat and tries to keep the emotion out of his voice when he says, “Nah, I should go call Carla and let her know what's going on anyway.”

The look on Bobby’s face is there and gone before Eddie can figure out what it means, and he reaches out to squeeze Eddie's shoulder before heading into the room.

Tagging anyone who has something to share and @jacksadventuresinwriting @gayedmundodiaz @the-likesofus @monsterrae1 @buddierights @loveyourownsmiilee @achillesbuck @elvensorceress

#seven sentence sunday #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fanfic #jules writes

[sonofthesaiyans]

Hitch Wins! On to the Next Poll...

Before any more time passes, let's get things rolling for the next round, guys.

First things first.......the results of the last poll.

First let me just say I was rather disappointed at the lack of votes, guys. A mere 61 this time around. 😞

I expected a better turnout. Especially since it was a poll honoring AOT's forgotten girls, one of the main points of my page. And I heavily suspect it was because I had to repost my original poll that it came up weak.

In my experience, when something is reposted, it generates less views on the second go around. I have seen it on YouTube and elsewhere. And I would appreciate if such a trend didn't repeat itself here. I feel like the vote turnout would have been better if I didn't have to go back and do that due to an error, and I do know the original results played out differently as a consequence.

I just hope for better from now on. And for those who do vote, PLEASE REBLOG as you do. It would help tremendously.

Anyway, as I was saying.....our top three winners. The first with 26% of the vote....

HITCH DREYSE! Not too surprising, she always seemed to be a favorite with most. One of the few members of the Military Police to actually develop a likable personality. And one of the few people to establish any real connection to Annie Leonhart which counts for something. She definitely could have benefitted from a larger role in the story. Seeing how she represents a badly underdeveloped faction within the Walls.

And at second place with just over 21% of the vote....

NANABA! The masculine beauty of Squad Miche. This is a character who continues to grow on me. And as one of the few supporting scouts with any substantial amount of screentime, she is a fascinating character. Cool under pressure, headstrong, and a natural leader. I think we can all agree she deserved better in the long run. Justice for Squad Miche.

And in third with just shy of 20% of the vote...

ISABEL MAGNOLIA! Levi's long lost friend and companion. The third of the main ladies to have an intimate and lasting impact on Levi Ackerman's life. Would have been fascinating to explore more of that unique friendship, seeing the connections he already has with Petra and Hange. She was the initial frontrunner before I had to repost the poll. Wonder how she would have fared otherwise. But she is truly the dark horse here, even in third place. I may have to do an Isabel Deserves Better post one of these days. Who doesn't love an energetic redhead?

Meanwhile.....

Poor Anka is dead last here. Didn't even crack 2% in this poll. 😔 Scoring less than Hannah Diamant And Rico Brzenska. Such a shame, I always thought she was cute and we deserved to see her in action. Please show her some love people. Because she got dealt a raw deal by Isayama. More on THAT one later....... 🔍🤔

To everyone who did vote and reblog, thank you! Let's hope for a stronger turnout this next go around.

Now, this week's poll......

In order to be fair, I am NOT including Levi as he is already plenty powerful. I also will NOT include Erwin Smith, as the controversial choice of giving Armin the serum over him I think speaks for itself. It's enough to assume that yes, there exists a vested interest in him coming back as a Titan Shifter already.

And yes I added Mikasa to the list. Let's pretend there was nothing that prohibited her from becoming a Titan, because frankly the so called Ackerpower is not well explained anyway. Also screw the canon, Isayama's rules don't apply here. Let's use a little imagination I say.

Well that is that. Please have at it people and please, REBLOG!

Let's see who comes out on top. 👍

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[doverstar]

Why don't you consider 13 cannon :o Is it chibnall's writing? I've heard a lot of people disagree with it

Thank you for asking so politely, firstly! I actually expected to receive fire from anyone who cared about my previous answer. (Hi, if you're the same Anon!) I will probably receive fire after this one from someone, and I'm strapping on the turnout gear now, would you please hand me my boots-

Yes, it's definitely a huge factor, Chibnall's writing. I'm one of those people! I hate his writing. I always have. Every episode he ever wrote for the show, I disliked, and wrinkled my nose at, and thought it was low quality and bad writing even before I was sure who wrote them, or realized it was the same person each time. My reaction to his work does not mean he's objectively a bad writer, it just means I think he's a bad writer. He does not, in my opinion, know how to show and not tell (I actually struggle so hard with that myself but no one is entrusting a 60-year-old legendary television show unto me, thank the Lord) and his characterization is - nonexistent. Yaz and co. do not have personalities and are just a bunch of mouths...moving. Sad! And Thirteen is not the Doctor. She doesn't feel like the Doctor to me; she's morally shallow, poorly characterized, and badly written. She's inconsistent and sloppy! (Not the actress's fault.) I don't look at her and see the Doctor, I look at her and cringe. She makes me unhappy whenever I see her. Her tenure and Chibnall's piloting almost caused the unsalvageable crash of the entire show. But those are only two of three factors in my dislike! If you care to hear the third, and please pass me my helmet- I also don't believe males can or should attempt to change into females, and I believe that the decision to cast the first female Doctor Who was based solely on the agenda of communicating that males can and should attempt to change into females. I know the Doctor is an alien; I'm not talking about specifically the decision to change the Doctor, I'm talking about the decision to change the gender of the main character, regardless of their species. I don't think they were trying to say aliens can be whatever they want. I think they were trying to say people can and should change their gender at will and it should be celebrated. Does that make sense? I personally believe the casting was based on the aforementioned agenda(s) and not on who might be best for the part, with really bad results. I do not think the character of the Doctor should have been changed from male to female, and I do not think that when the character was changed from male to female, it was for a good reason or executed properly. They did not convince me of anything other than that it was a really bad idea and they shouldn't have done it. That's not a critique of anyone's acting abilities, or on the work ethic of the cast and crew. It's a critique of the storytelling process and the way the story was told, and why.

Ooh and Anon, don't get me started on the Timeless Child thing-

[pvccblog]

AND SO IT BEGINS

Our main events got off to a great start here in Elk Creek! Our team is doing an amazing job here. We've had devotionals based on our theme scriptures for this week and they've been doing a great job living it out. Here it is:

Philippians 2:1-5

So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus.

I'm so proud of every team member, they're working together in unity and encouraging each other every day.

We didn't have a huge turnout at sports camp this morning - 6 kids. But it was so cool watching our team interact with them. We said from the beginning that God will bring who He brings and that it doesn't matter how many or how few show up. Those 6 kids had such a great time and were treated so well!

I also have to give a major shout out to Eva. She taught the Sports Camp lesson today and did a fabulous job. Eva's mom teaches Sunday School at PVCC and it's obvious that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She is a gifted teacher. She was engaging, clear, and energetic.

For those that have been praying, one of the girls at camp was on the golf cart last night. Then two of the other girls showed up at BARF Night tonight with her! Please keep praying for them, there were some great interactions.

After Sports Camp we ended up eating lunch at the local restaurant and it did not disappoint! The workers there had heard we were in town and said they were expecting us! The service and food was outstanding. We even saw one of the girls there from sports camp with her family and her grandma paid for a portion of our meal. How cool is that!?!?

At BARF Night, we played Nuke 'Em much of the time with Bear Ninja Hunter and The Captain is Coming mixed in. I think there were 10 locals here with our group and we all had a great time. By the end of the night, everyone seemed like they'd been friends for years. It was pretty sweet.

Andrew shared his testimony first and let me tell ya - he preached it! He shared how God drew him in over the past couple years through some circumstances that caused him to just decide to start coming to church. We are so glad he did!!

Andrew was a great example of sharing your story while also sharing the gospel. He was clear in his presentation and also told everyone here that he hopes they can have a relationship with Jesus too. Thanks a lot Andrew, great job! I also loved that when he went up to share he went straight to the pulpit!

Ellie also was a great example of sharing very personally about how God drew her closer to Him through some difficulty. She was diagnosed with a rare type of juvenile arthritis almost two years ago and told everyone that it caused her to rely on God more. He has been with her every step of the way. As difficult as it has been on her, she said that she doesn't know if her relationship with God would be as strong as it is if she wasn't going through this. That's a powerful thing to say!

I watched some of the locals listening to the testimonies and it is obvious that they are connecting with them. Please pray that this will lead to great conversations and that people would receive the gospel message!

Thanks for praying for the golf cart girls, there is one that was with them that didn't make it tonight. There's also another dude that drove his truck around with another girl tonight. They drove past and waved a bunch of times and everyone knew who they were. Pray that they'll come hang out with us too! Honestly, it seems like if these remaining three come to our events then that would mean pretty much everyone in town would be here!

Serenity went out of town today. She's going to a Christian Camp and might be back in time to come to BARF Night on Friday. There are some other youth that live around here that are also out of town.

I fell like we've really made some great connections in a short period of time. Please keep praying. God is good!!!

[yzeltia]

The Wedding

Part: Y'zel Characters: Y'zel Tia, Y'shtola Rhul, Y'mhitra Rhul, @driftward 's Zoissette Vauban, Lady de Ouraux, Leonnioux de Ouraux, Salah Nbolo, Deleh Nbolo, Sassi Nbolo, Saru Nbolo, Keith Summers, Khloe, G'khenna Summers Rating: T for Melancholia Notes: 6.3 Spoilers

A lie in silver. Not the ring, but the hairpin. An attempt made to be bonded for that day forward, stained by blood and a lost year of what could only be assumed as torture upon torture. This time would be different. The groom was across the estate, in his room with his men. The world was at peace, at the very least Eorzea was. History could not repeat itself…and yet despite knowing so, the hairpin was found wet with tears.

“Is something amiss? Or have you been inundated by all the pomp and circumstance one could muster between here and home?”

Y’zel jumped as he found Y’shtola standing over him, looking quite unamused. He wiped his eyes before he stood, setting the old trinket aside before standing to let her adjust his tie.

“I was thinking of U’noloh, a bit.”

“Leonnioux is fine. Everything will be fine.”

“I know that. It’s just, I can’t help but feel something is going to go wrong?”

Y’mhitra cut in, shooing Y’shtola away as she started to play with Y’zel’s hair, making him turn to face the mirror. “As your maid of honor, I’ve ensured every detail has gone over. Short of the Final Days repeating itself, nothing will stop this wedding.”

“Come Mhitra, I don’t think you’ll be beaten down the aisle thrice over unless my research heats up quite a bit faster.”

Y’zel looked to his elder cousin then to Zoissette in the back who seemed to be fussing with the dress Y’shtola had picked out for her. He smiled lightly then let his attention return to the mirror, staring at himself. Even as G’khenna came in with Khloe in tow, he did little more than glance into the mirror to see them start to jump in front of her.

“Ser Vauban, could you please help me put on make-up! My daddies said it was okay but they don’t know how. Only daddy Raha can! And he only knows how to do mascara!”

“Khloe too! Khloe too!”

“Me? I’m, uhm, I am not sure why I should get this honor? Would you not prefer the lovely Archon Y’shtola or Lady Y’mhitra?”

“Daddy says Miss Y’shtola cakes it on too much to hide her scowling lines,” G’khenna answered.

“And which of your Daddies might that have been,” the Archon asked brusquely while her sister giggled madly behind her.

Chasing in after the girls, Keith stumbled in, met Y'shtola's eyes, then backed out of the room. Y'zel sighed then wandered out of Y'mhitra's grasp.

"I need air," he said before letting himself onto the balcony, closing the doors behind him.

Exhaling, he closed his eyes, letting his breath fog in the freezing air. He hadn't expected the wedding to get so out of hand, especially with dismal turnout of his first attempted union. Inhaling, he wandered to the balcony's edge and held on tight, looking out across Ishgard.

"Would you like a glass of Merlot dear?"

Y'zel jumped, tail and ears hiking high as his bemused soon-to-be mother in law shook an empty wine glass at him from her side of the balcony. In his wedding gown, the Miqo'te curtsied, finding it a bit easier than bowing proper.

"Thank you, Mother Ouraux."

"Just Mother will do. Come, sit," the woman ordered as she poured, "Please relax dear, Leo isn't going anywhere."

"I…I'm not worried about that. I feel overwhelmed is all. Something doesn't feel quite right," the bride explained as he took the wine and drank deep.

"Between the Ouraux and Nbolo coffers and your younger cousin, in charge of it all, I doubt you'll find anything to worry over," she assured him before standing.

Y'zel perked his ears as she passed behind him, draping a fine silver necklace about his neck. He swallowed, arching his head back before getting a small peck on his forehead.

"Mother Ouraux?"

"A snowpea necklace. A tradition from my family for good luck for the bride to be from their mothers."

Y'zel clutched the trinket gently, ears folding a bit. "I'm not exactly a traditional bride."

"But the bride I've been prepared for since you were both lads pretending to be Templar Knights."

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh Zel dear, anyone with eyes could see how Leo fancied you. Butler and I knew very well his intentions upon you from the start. He'd carry on and on about you after school. Lord Ouraux himself was absolutely giddy with delight that our son's affection for would likely get your late father's suspicions off him. If you'd have come around sooner perhaps his little plan would have worked."

Y'zel swallowed. Lady Ouraux seemed content with the circumstances that had led to her husband's arrest and eventual sentencing for his part in the chocoblight. He'd long worried how much was an act on her part, but her continuing affection over the recent days had almost assuaged any guilt on his part.

"It's hard to imagine Lord Ouraux approving of such a thing."

"Well, his inclinations were to have you at Leo's side as a retainer and marry him off after; however, Butler and I knew better. My son would not settle for anything less than to have you. Lord Ouraux would have, of course, caved. He loved little Leo more than anything. Perhaps his only regret is his part in unwittingly seeing you removed from Ishgard."

"I see…though, I don't think anyone counted on my Seeker's heart."

"You are quite determined to be a villain of some sort in my eyes. Zel, dear, I assure you that I have and will continue to love you as a son. Fury and Maiden know my heart has had its share of atypical endeavors.

"Now then. You're dressed and your aunties have prepared a light meal to keep you from letting your nerves get to you. Up you go. Come on now.”

Y'zel jumped as he was bade to return to the dressing room, quickly finishing his wine before his departure. Returning to his half of the party, he gave a light smile, touching the gift around his neck as he looked on to his cousins observing Zoissette trying to teach the two Miqo'te flower girls how to powder, more stuck on the importance of matching shades and the production of the pigments than practical application. He then excused himself to the kitchens, moving into the hall and toward the grand staircase. Looking down the other wing, he spotted his groom, in a tight embrace with Butler, both men awash in tears. His ears perked to listen, but thought it best just to not intrude and ask later.

Greeting the aunties in the kitchen, he was promptly sat down and given a large bowl of plain oats and a slice of archon loaf.

"It took all of Sasi's will power not to toss these in a bin," Sahla hummed.

"And they say Old Sharlayan is where taste goes to die. Ishgard did you dirty long before I could teach you what real cooking is like,' Sasi yelled from deeper in the kitchen.

"Thank you auntie," Y'zel sighed before eating quietly, "Where are the twins?"

"Bullying the groom to be no doubt. They insisted on being groomsmen."

Y'zel frowned, "Did you want to stand with us too? I'm sorry. I didn't think-"

"Oh no. We're all far too old to be maids" Salah laughed.

"Speak for yourself. I'm a young vibrant twenty-nine," Deleh interjected as she joined them, apron coated in flour.

"So strange that you're not a year older than our sweet baby nephew," Salah hummed.

Y'zel choked down a laugh as his elder aunt flattened her ears and thrashed her tail. Attention returning to the bride, she smiled, "Can you believe it? Me? In the kitchen making hors 'd'oeuvres like a common maiden. Anything though for my darling nephew. Though don't expect this for the researcher or the rogue as well. The Ivory Chapel will have to suffice."

"Common house maiden," Sasi huffed, smacking her wooden spoon on the table, "This common house maiden would like to have her dear, older, sister back in the kitchen before the things she was working on go up in flames."

Deleh glowered then turned heel, marching back to man the oven with Sasi close behind, leaving Sahla and Y'zel to talk. The remaining aunt offered her increasingly inundated nephew a smile, stroking one of his ears affectionately

"You look so much like your mother. She'd think you a mix of beautiful and handsome and be happier than I can put into words of the Miqo'te you've become."

"Rrreally?"

Salah nodded, "She too was a bit nervous on her wedding day. Both the Jaguar Tribe and Nbolos all in one spot. She wasn't much for large crowds, but of course Deleh was her bridesmaid and Y'lem was no less fussy than her. But when she was on stage with your father, she looked so in love. They both did…"

Y'zel smiled softly, pushing the picked bowl of oats away. Looking to a chronometer, he stood then headed for the door. "I'm going to head to the cathedral."

"Right then. We'll see you there," his aunt cooed.

And so he made his way from the estate and up the high bridge toward his destination. Entering the cathedral, he was greeted by his Granny Saru; however, whatever words she had for him fell in deaf ears as he entered the chapel. Even now as a grown adult, the statue of Halone seemed larger than life. Kneeling down, he kissed his grandmother's cheek then moved to the stairway to wait. 

As people filed in, he searched for Claudien, ambivalent as his bridesmaids filed in front of him by height. Without the researcher, the music started and his attention pulled to his husband to be.

Descending the staircase, the two met before the priest and took one another's hands while their wedding party moved to stand behind them.

"Is everything okay," Leonnioux asked softly.

"Yes. Sorry," Y'zel answered, smiling back.

"I am worried for him too. I sent my retainers this morning. For now, spare yourself worry. For me?"

Y'zel nodded, pushing Claudien to the back of his mind, for now. The ceremony lingered on. People were made to stand, kneel, and sit over and over in reverence to the Fury as the Enchiridion was read and sang from until the couple was allowed to speak their vows.

"Right then. I'd say…most everyone that saw us when we were boys knew that I was in love with you well before I did. There are, so many things I regret saying and doing trying to get your attention. I wanted to be your white knight rescuing you from your circumstances…and it was when I had lost you completely that I perhaps needed you to pull me from mine. Fury knows that I mourned you when the calamity came, and rejoiced when we were brought together again.

When we were reunited, I was heartbroken to find you didn't remember me as fondly or rather at all…and you were taken up with, now my best friend and would be best man, er, if he hadn’t been otherwise detained today.. And then on Starlight you came to me and I was overjoyed. While I didn't expect this relationship for myself, I am happy in it. Happy to see you loved. Happy that you've indulged my painfully Ishgardian ways. And happy to be united before Halone and all our friends and loved ones. By the Fury and light of the Moon, I pledge myself to thee."

Y'zel swallowed, looking to the crowd then back to Leonnioux before offering his hand for the ring. Palm to his chest, he looked at his fiance and smiled.

"It is true. We got off to an icey start. Yet, looking back I know your actions came from a place of love. And despite my grumblings, you occupied such a big part of my heart. You were persistent in trying to be my friend when I pushed all else away. I-"

Y'zel's ears perked a moment.

"I ask the Kami to bless our union," he heard his voice echo in his ears.

Leonnioux stared, brow raised before kissing Y'zel's forehead. The Miqo'te swallowed, looking around for a moment before blushing.

"Apologies. I mean to say…by the Fury and the light of the moon I pledge myself to thee and take the name Ouraux."

Y'zel took Leon's ring then slipped it on his long finger. Unprompted, they kissed and let the crowd applaud their union as they stepped down from the altar and kneeled before the Fury then made their exit.

In the hall, Y'zel exhaled hard then turned to put himself in Leon's embrace. The Elezen smiled, stroking down the back of the other's head.

"Come, let's get a head start. I imagine we'll have little time to eat before paraded about for the rest of the evening," the man cooed to the Miqo'te before starting out of the cathedral.

"Leonnioux…," Y'zel started, frozen as he avoided his gaze, "I'm…"

"No apologies. I know your heart. Come, maybe there is word for you about him."

Y'zel nodded then followed, holding the other's arm with a small purr. As predicted, they barely had time to sample their hors 'd'oeuvres before being pulled about, greeting everyone and talking. On occasion Leonnioux would give Y'zel a slight hand squeeze or kiss to bring about his focus, and yet he wound up drifting on. Eventually getting a break, Y'shtola dragged him aside with Zoissette while others gathered around a table to listen to someone's story.

"You're scattered. Even more so than to be expected," his cousin asked.

"We're…er, we are a little worried Zel," Zoissette said, towering behind Y'shtola nervously.

"It's Claudien. He didn't make it. This was all his idea…and yet I fear he couldn't handle it in the end…And then during the ceremony I had the strangest Echo…like I'd done this all before…I…"

Y'zel clutched his chest before moving to push out onto the balcony, leaning over the edge as he gasped for air. Y'shtola let Zoissette do the back petting.

"There is little you can do about your other beau missing. Focus on your husband that's present. I did warn you about researchers…"

Y'zel folded his ears while Zoissette offered a forced smile. Lifting up, he turned then leaned against the stone railing.

"You're right…I should…," he said before finding Leonnioux emerging from the reception to join them.

Y'shtola and Zoissette made their way inside as Leonnioux handed a paper over, a soft smile on his face.

"I received word. Claudien is well, but poor aetheric currents are likely keeping him from returning to us. As such, he said he'd send for you after our honeymoon. Does this ease your anxiety?"

Y'zel held himself then nodded before walking into the other's arms. 

"I want to dance…and to eat cake…aot of cake," Y'zel mumbled, nodding.

"Right. We'll get cake in you then move to the floor together and dance until I have to carry you off the floor."

"Thank you…for all this today…," he mumbled gratefully.

"Of course my love…come. Let's go inside…I think I should introduce you to your father-in-law properly…"

Y'zel blinked, tilting his head before following the other inside curiously. As promised, he had his fill of cake and then danced with Leonnioux, friends, and family well into the early hours. It was enough to distract him from the sense of dread…and enough to drown the sinister, ancient laugh of a woman at the back of his mind…for now.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv oc #y'zel tia #ff xiv #leonnioux ouraux #khloe #keith summers #y'mhitra rhul #y'shtola rhul #zoissette vauban #sassi nbolo #deleh nbolo #salah nbolo #wedding #claudien #g'khenna summers

[severidescigar]

Tough Call - Stellaride

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Stella Kidd

Request: Would you please where a one shot where during the night Stella goes to Kelly’s quarter after something goes really bad on a call (they are married and both have already lieutenant position)

MASTERLIST

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A stormy night in Chicago was never a good night...at least not for the firefighters of Firehouse 51 who were barely able to catch a break since starting the shift.

So far everything ran smoothly but the last call was a tough one, particularly on Stella. As the trucks arrived back at the Firehouse and everybody took their gear down, they scattered throughout the premises either trying to sleep, relax or eat something.

"Hey! I'll go write the incident report." Kelly said giving Stella a kiss on the cheek then heading to his quarters. She remained still and silent as the last call was heavy on her mind. It was no secret that she had a serious case of imposter syndrome and even though she knew she was a great firefighter, sometimes she questioned her leader abilities.

"Don't do that! Don't overthink it Kidd...just put it down on paper and carry on." She heard Hermann say from across the room. Even if she didn't voice her concerns, he had enough years on the job to spot a firefighter beating themselves up after a call. "Will do that Hermann...thanks!" And with that she made her way through the bunkroom and towards Kelly's quarters. His desk light was the only thing illuminating around and she could see him focusing on the paper in front of him. With a very light knock she caught his attention making him turn his head towards her.

Without saying a word, Kelly knew what was up and immediatly signaled her to sit down on his bed.

"Do you think I made the right call?" Stella mumbled before taking a big breath in as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.

"You got your men out safe before the entire house and a tree collapsed on them...they're all going home at the end of the shift." Kelly knew very well what Stella was going through. In his first year as a lieutenant, he was completely miserable, constantly questioning his decision and abilities, but he pulled through because everyone does.

"But I told her to hang on and I'll be back for her...I should've grabbed her right th-" Before she could continue Kelly grabbed her arm and making her look at him. "Not everybody can be saved...you have to take your wins into consideration because if you're going to only focus on your losses it will drain you."

The units responded to a call where an old tree fell right through a house taking down a few electricity cables with it and causing a fire. As they got there, they knew the property was very unstable and could collapse any minute. Inside was living a family of four and while the others managed to get out the husband and one of the kids, Stella found the mom and the other child. She was pinned down by a branch of the tree and Stella could tell she was severely injured but still conscious. With every step she made, Stella felt the floor cracking under her so with huge effort she barely grabbed the child from his mom's arms and before leaving Stella told her she'll be back to get her too. Walking down whatever was left of the stairs she radioed everyone to get out immediately and right as she stepped outside holding the small child under her turnout coat, the entire property came down.

"I told her I'll be back..." The thought that she left the woman behind was actually eating her alive especially because in her career she didn't have a lot of people that she couldn't save.

"The house was in horrible shape...Squad would've had to get to her and cut the branch off and there is no way it would've hold us Stella...you saved everyone that could be saved." Moving on the bed next to her, she left herself almost melt into Kelly's arms taht embraced her so tightly. "You're going to have a lot of calls keeping you up at night...you'll constantly ask yourself whether there was anything more that you could've done but when it comes to decisions...those bugles on your collar don't end up there randomly so trust your judgment and your gut feeling." Smiling to herself, Stella knew coming to Kelly was exactly what she needed because somehow, in situations like this one he always knew the right words to say. Grabbing his face with both her hands Stella placed a deep kiss on Kelly's lips before the two finished writing the incident reports together.

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Something More

Summary: Peter’s always been there. Always. This time he wasn’t, and it slowly leads to new things. Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader Warnings: Angst, AU, Slow Burn-ish, Peter’s slightly an ass, Childhood Friends to Lovers, POV Switches, No use of YN Prompt: 11. Two idiots in love Written for @wint3r-h3art 1.2k follower writing challenge Have a lil oneshot while I crawl back into my hole and not update any series🤣

I jumped when hands covered my eyes, someone leaning down so their head was resting on my shoulder.

“Guess who.”

I grinned, relaxing as I tilted my head to the side.

“Hmm, I don’t know, Jace?”

He gasped, dropping his hands as he stood, turning my head to the side, seeing the flabbergasted look on his face, his hand placed on his chest as he slightly leaned back.

“How dare you.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“I’m not sorry.”

Peter huffed as he moved to sit next to me, slightly shoving me as I laughed, scooting down the bench.

“Of all the people you could’ve named, you name Jace. Jace.”

“Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t make him a bad guy.”

Peter shook his head, huffing slightly.

“I never said I don’t like him. I just-”

I grinned as he tilted his head to the side, nodding at him as he bit his lip.

“Exactly.”

Peter huffed, looking over at me.

“Okay, I don’t like him.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“It’s been how many years now and you’re still not over what happened in second grade?”

“It was my seat and you ignored me the entire day for him!”

 “I did not! I kept trying to talk to you and you kept pouting!”

Peter gasped, turning towards me.

“I do not pout!”

I laughed, nodding.

“You’re doing it right now!”

“Shut up, I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

He huffed, shaking his head.

“Am not.”

I grinned, nodding.

“Yes you are.”

He turned his head to the side, looking over at me as he grabbed my hand, twiddling with my fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“I am trying to come up with some ideas for my art showing, but I’m stuck.”

Peter nodded, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“What do you have so far?”

I reached for my sketchbook, lifting it up so Peter could see the blank page.

“Nothing, that’s why I’m stuck.”

He nodded, turning my hand in his as I slightly bit my lip.

“You are coming right?”

Peter sat up, his free hand coming towards my face, cupping my jaw as he turned me towards him.

“Of course I’ll be there, bug. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I promise.”

I looked up when someone called my name, my smile dropping when I saw it wasn’t who I’d hoped it was.

“The exhibit is amazing! You had an excellent turnout for your first showing.”

Slightly shaking my head I offered Ms. Nash a small smile.

“Thank you Ms. Nash. And thank you, for giving me the opportunity to showcase my work.”

Ms. Nash smiled, shaking her head as she placed her hand on my arm.

“No thanks needed dear, you have the talent and you deserve it. Please, stay for as long as you’d like, I’m going to get the stragglers to leave.” 

Ms. Nash patted my arm before she turned, walking towards one of the lingering couples. I pulled out my phone, checking my messages, sighing when I saw no new messages, no matter how many times I refreshed it. I spared a glance around the room, the few people who still lingered slowly making their way out of the gallery as I walked towards the small table that held my things, sitting down on the bar stool, pulling up his contect. I bit my bottom lip as I waited for him to pick up, sighing when I got the voicemail, again.

“Hey Pete, I- I was just calling to see if you were on your way.”

I laughed slightly, shaking my head.

“It’s fine if you aren’t, I’m sure you’re busy-”

I looked around to make sure no one could hear me, lowering my voice.

“With your extracurricular activities. But can you just let me know that you’re okay? Please?”

I hung up the phone, checking my messages once more before I cut my phone off, placing it on the table. I looked up, seeing Ms. Nash leading the last few people towards the door. I stood up, walking towards her as she locked the door, smiling at me when she saw me walking towards her.

“Do you need any help cleaning up Ms. Nash?”

She smiled, shaking her head.

“Traci dear, please. And no, you can head home if you’d like.”

“I can stay-”

She looped her arm with mine, shooting me a grin.

“Nonsense dear, I’ll just have my grandson clean it up. He’s been hiding in the back all night.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

She smiled as we walked towards my things, patting my arm.

“I’m sure dear.”

We stopped at the table, Traci turning towards me as she let my arm go.

“Go, go and celebrate with your friends. And then I’ll see you on Monday before opening.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“What?”

She placed a key onto the table, sliding it towards me as she nodded.

“The gallery is yours.”

“What? No it’s not, it’s yours.”

She smiled, slightly shaking her head.

“No dear, I’m giving you the gallery.”

“Ms- Traci I- I couldn’t-”

She placed her hand on my arm, cutting off my rambling.

“My daughter loved this place. It was going to be hers when I passed but, you know how that turned out.”

She smiled slightly, shaking her head.

It’s hard, for both me and Max to come here. I’m all Max has, and I need to focus on him.”

“I still don’t-”

“I’ve watched you work hard since your internship and you stepped up when Mareline was sick. You kept this place running when I couldn’t. There’s no one I could think of who deserves this more than you.”

“Traci-”

She lifted her hand, shaking her head.

“I won’t hear it, dear. The gallery is yours. We can go over the finer points on Monday.”

She grabbed my things, handing them to me as she picked the key up, placing it in my hand as she led me towards the door.

“Now, go celebrate. We can talk more on Monday.”

I nodded numbly as she gently pushed me out the door, slightly shaking my head as I looked down at the key in my hand.

“Oh my god.”

I looked up at the gallery, gasping softly.

“Oh my god.”

“Go on dear.”

I jumped, looking over at the door, seeing Traci standing there, a soft smile on her face.

“Goodnight dear.”

“Goodnight Traci, I’ll see you Monday.”

She nodded, waving her hand out, causing me to grin as I started to walk down the sidewalk. Instead of taking the road that would lead to my apartment I turned, heading down to the all night cafe that was around the block from my apartment. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the cafe, my eyes widening slightly. Peter was sitting in the cafe with someone, a soft smile on his face. I took a step forward, gasping softly. Gwen was sitting across from him, holding Peter’s hand, the same soft smile on her face. I shook my head when I felt the sting of tears, turning around. 

My vision blurred as I practically ran back to my apartment, taking the steps two at a time before I came to my floor, fishing for my keys. Once I’d managed to unlock the door, I pushed it open, setting my things down on the side table as I slid the latch on the door, locking it. I kicked my shoes off as I made my way to my bedroom, walking towards the window and locking it, pulling the curtains shut. I flopped onto my bed, the tears falling freely. We’d been friends for sixteen years, ever since the first grade and tonight was the first time he’d broken a promise.

Peter was annoyed. It’d been a month and you were avoiding him and he didn’t know why. And it wasn’t like he could just ask you, given that the few times he’d seen you, you’d practically run the other way. You weren’t even answering your phone, and Peter had a sneaking suspicion that his messages weren’t even going through. Not to mention, you’d locked your window and closed the curtains, something you haven’t done since you found out he was spiderman. 

“Hey, Parker!”

Peter groaned as he looked up, watching as Jace ran towards him. 

“Jace.”

Jace grinned as he slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, causing Peter to slightly glare at him.

“It’s been a while man, how you’ve been?”

“Fine.”

Jace nodded, falling into step beside Peter.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’d the art showing go?”

Peter made a face, slightly tilting his head to the side.

“What?”

Jace stopped, turning towards Peter.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ The art showing was like four weeks ago. I wasn’t able to go since my holier than thou family was in town.”

Peter shook his head,  huffing.

“The art showing isn’t for another two weeks.”

Jace made a face, shaking his head.

“No, it wasn’t. It was last month, on a Friday.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he took off, ignoring Jace’s calls for him. Slipping into an alley he pulled his clothes off, stuffing them in his bag as he pulled his mask on. He swung to your apartment, landing on the roof, pulling his clothes back on as, walking to the ledge. He made sure it was clear before he started to climb down, landing on your small balcony, pulling his mask off as he knocked on the window, calling your name.

“Please. Open the window, please. I know why you’re upset and I’m sorry, really I am. Just please, open the window.”

Peter’s heart sped up when he saw your shadow, the curtain moving, feeling a small dash of hope, only for it to be crushed when he saw the paper that was pushed against the window. Peter shook his head, huffing.

“I’m not going away. Not until we talk.”

The paper fell, being replaced with another, causing him to clench his jaw.

“Real mature.”

The paper switched back to the one that read go away, this time being taped to the window before the curtains fell closed, your shadow disappearing. Peter’s eyes stung with tears as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the window, muttering your name.

“Please, bug, open the window.”

Peter sat there for some time, pleading with you to open the window when his spidey senses went off, causing him to stand up, sighing softly.

“I’m coming back, bug, I promise.”

Weeks later, and Peter was still trying to get you to open the window. He’d tried to get you to open the door, but the doorman refused to let him enter, stopping him at the door before he could even walk up the steps. When he wasn’t out patrolling, he was sitting on your balcony, hoping that you’d at least open the curtains so he could see you. But you still had the note that read ‘go away’ taped to the window, and another that said ‘stop coming here’ just below it. But Peter was determined and stubborn, just like you, and he was determined to get you to talk to him, after he stopped the Rhino. 

He’d managed to escape from prison during a transport, and of course he had to wreck havoc as soon as he’d made it back to Queens. This suit was one of his older suits, the weaponry lagging but still causing damage as Peter swung about, trying to keep the civilians safe and stop the Rhino. It was when he’d just managed to break the left arm’s shooting system down when he saw you, causing his heart to stop. You helping get everyone to safety, occasionally turning and looking in Peter’s direction. And it was that moment of distraction that caused Peter’s heart to come to a crashing halt. 

Peter was yanked off the Rhino’s shoulder, slamming into a building to see you breaking off from the crowd, running towards the kid that was standing on the broken sidewalk, crying. You’d grabbed them, holding them to you as you ran. Peter was in the process of standing up when he heard you scream, his chest heaving as he looked over at you, seeing you lying on the ground, passed out as the Rhino walked towards you. Peter felt his blood grow hot as he clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists as he ran forward, throwing a web at the Rhino. 

It was over in a couple of minutes, the Rhino’s suit completely demolished, Aleksei webbed to the ground. Peter didn’t bother to wait to make sure that he was taken into custody, running towards you and picking you up, cradling you to his chest as he threw his arm out, throwing a web before he swung off, landing on his balcony. He pushed the window open, carefully climbing in and laying you down on his bed. He pulled his mask off as he rushed to the bathroom, grabbing his first aid kit. He’d managed to change out of his suit before he’d returned to you, laying the kit on the bed next to you. Your forehead was bleeding heavily, so Peter started there, cleaning the blood, sighing softly when he saw the deep gash. It would need stitches, and Peter was glad that you weren’t awake for it. You’d hated having to stitch him up, and Peter hated that he’d come to you when he was too injured to swing to his place. He grabbed what he needed, looking down at you with a slight grimace.

“I’m sorry, bug.” 

He worked as quickly as he could, careful not to pull too tight in case you’d wake up. Once he was done stitching your forehead, he worked on cleaning the rest of the dirt and grime from your face and arms. It looked like the worst was your forehead, save for a couple of bruises that were starting to form. After cleaning everything up he grabbed a chair, pulling it next to the bed. He sat there throughout the night, watching over you.

Pain was the first thing I felt as I slowly came too. That, and something warm resting against my arm and on my hand. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the blurriness as I looked around, my eyes widening slightly when I saw the wall of pictures above me. I turned my head to the side, softly grinning when I saw Peter, his hand collapsed over mine, his head laying on the bed next to my arm as he snored. I managed to wiggle my hand free from his, moving it towards his hair, running my fingers through it.

“Wake up sleepy head.”

Peter groaned, shaking his head.

“Wakey wakey.”

I pulled slightly on his hair, causing him to lift his head, looking over at me.

“No.”

He laid back down before he jerked, my hand falling to the bed as he sat up, his eyes wide.

“Oh my god, bug!”

He jumped up, leaning down and giving me a hug before he leaned down, looking me over.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

He shook his head as he stood, turning and pacing his room, yanking at his hair.

“I should’ve just taken you to the hospital. Why didn’t I take her to the hospital?”

 I slowly sat up, wincing as I looked over at Peter.

“Peter.”

He continued to pace, mumbling as he shook his head.

“Peter!”

I huffed, slightly shaking my head as I yelled his name, causing him to stop pacing, looking over at me, his head tilted to the side.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

He nodded slightly as he walked towards me, grabbing the chair and moving it in front of me, sitting down in it as he took my hands in his, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

He scooted closer to me, tilting his head to the side as he grinned.

“I’ve missed you.”

I took a deep breath, flashes of that day of him and Gwen appearing as I looked down at him.

“How’s Gwen?”

Peter made a face, slightly shaking his head.

“Gwen? Uh she’s fine I guess. Haven’t seen her in awhile but-”

I nodded, looking down at our hands.

“Good, that’s good.”

Peter huffed slightly as he let one of my hands go, reaching up and cupping my face, gently forcing me to look at him.

“Where’ve you been, bug?”

“Here. I’ve been right here.”

Peter shook his head, clenching his jaw.

“No, you haven’t. You haven’t been here for over a month.”

Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, glaring at him.

“Yeah well I wonder why that is? Where have you been, huh?!”

Peter jumped up, slightly glaring at me.

“Sitting outside your window every night trying to get you to talk to me!”

“You left first!”

Peter shook his head, muttering my name as I stood up.

“You left! Sixteen years of promises and you broke it!”

I walked towards him, poking my finger into his chest repeatedly, hard.

“You promised you’d be there and you weren’t! I called you every fifteen minutes! I thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere bleeding out!”

I sniffled, tears streaming down my face as I shook my head.

“But instead you were with her! With her at our cafe! You left me, for her.”

Peter made a soft noise, shaking his head as he grabbed my arms, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

“Oh bug, no, no.”

I shook my head as I held onto the back of his shirt, sniffling.

“It was an important night and I couldn’t even share it with you. I couldn’t even tell you that the gallery’s mine now.”

Peter leaned back, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at me.

“What? Bug that’s amazing!”

I nodded, sniffling as Peter’s hands came up to my face, wiping my tears.

“I am so, so sorry that I wasn’t there. I- I had the days mixed up, honestly. And I had ran into her at the cafe and we got to talking and I lost track of time.”

“I called you. I left you messages.”

“I left my phone here. And you know me, I hate phone calls.”

“But you always picked up for me.”

“I’m sorry, bug. Truly.”

I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I looked down at the floor.

“I don’t forgive you.”

Peter nodded, slightly grimacing as pulled me back into his chest.

“I know, bug. But I’ll do whatever it takes until you do.”

Walking out of the back office, I looked up when I heard the bell ding, smiling when I saw Peter.

“Hey.”

He grinned as he walked towards me, leaning down and kissing my forehead as he wrapped his arm around me.

“Hey you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t come and see my girl in her natural habitat?”

I shook my head, looking down at the floor as my face warmed, huffing slightly.

“Shut up, Parker. I’m not your girl.”

Peter gasped, placing his hand on his chest.

“Not my girl? Bug you’ve been my girl since the first grade when you kicked the ball at Flash’s head because he pushed me down.”

“He was an ass.”

I tilted my head to the side, biting my lip.

“Kinda still is, but not as much as he was.”

Peter laughed, shaking his head.

“So see, you’re my girl.”

I huffed, murmuring.

“I wasn’t that night.”

Peter slightly made a face, muttering my name. I shook my head, looking over at him.

“Sorry, sorry I’m over it. I swear. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“It’s okay if you haven’t, bug.”

“I forgave you the night you came and sat on my balcony. I think- I think I forgave you before that though.”

I shook my head, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind me.

“Come on.”

I dragged him to the back, flicking the light on, letting Peter’s hand go. Peter's never been in this room, though every time he passes it, he’d ask about the curtain that covered the back half of the room.

“Bug?”

I lifted my finger towards him as I walked towards the wall, grabbing the hook keeping the curtain closed, holding it as I walked towards the other end of the room, pulling the curtain with me. I turned towards Peter, wringing my hands together.

“This was my exhibit, for that night.”

I watched as Peter walked forward, looking between the paintings.

“Bug, this is-”

“You’ve been a major person in my life. In some way or another, you’re in my drawings too. But these, they were more important. It was my first showing, and a part of me wanted others to see how much I loved you, and my art, even if it was subtle.”

Peter looked at the paintings one by one, slowly making his way over to where I stood, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me to him and leaning down, kissing me, causing me to gasp as he leaned back.

“I love them, bug.”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“Almost as much as I love you.”

 I shook my head, my eyes wide as I looked up at him.

“You just kissed me.”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“You said you loved me.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“Uh, no, no I didn’t.”

Peter grinned, slightly tightening his grip on me.

“Yes you did. You said you wanted others to see how much you loved me.”

“Yeah, but I always say I love you.”

Peter shook his head, smirking as he leaned down so our noses touched, looking into my eyes.

“Uh uh, bug, we’re not doing that. I love you.”

Peter stood up to his full height as he pushed me back, causing me to gasp when I hit the wall.

“I’ve loved you since the first grade. But you were my best friend, my only friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that. But screw it, I’m ruining it. Because you’re it. It’s you bug. It’s been you and it will always be you. You’re it. You’re it and I’m done running from my feelings for you.”

He shook his head, slightly huffing.

“When I saw you the day of Rhino’s attack, I got distracted. I saw you and I froze. And because of that split second, you got injured. I was so scared. I couldn’t think straight. I don’t even remember fighting Rhino, I was so angry. And when I took you home, you weren’t responding. I kept thinking the worst, knowing that it’d be my fault.

“That’s how I feel every time you go out. Because there’s nothing I can do if you get hurt, or worse.”

“Bug, that night was the worst night of my life, right up there with those nights of you avoiding me.”

I grinned, shaking my head as I placed my hand on his chest.

“You deserved it.”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“I did.”

I moved my other hand up his back, stopping at his neck, playing with his hair. I pulled him down to me, leaning up and pressing my lips to his.

“I love you too.”

Peter grinned, stepping closer to me.

“Really?”

I tilted my head to the side, slightly huffing.

“Did the whole, practically a love confession of paintings not prove it? Cause I can-”

Peter cut me off, kissing me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Peter grinned, slightly shaking his head.

“I finally got the girl of my dreams.”

He tilted his head to the side, slightly nodding.

“You know, I loved you first.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Sure you did, lover boy.”

“I did!”

I shook my head, grinning.

“Now why would you think that?”

“Cause I- well I did!”

“Why do you think I kicked the ball at Flash’s head?”

I leaned closer to him, giving him a quick kiss.

“So I think, technically, that means I loved you first.”

“I’ll give it to you.”

“Oh, really now?”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“Yeah, cause I get to say that I said I love you first.”

I laughed as I slightly pushed him back, stepping away from him.

“Actually, I said it first. So everyone else could see how much I loved you.”

Peter’s hands fell to his sides as he gasped, causing me to laugh as I walked towards the door. I gasped when he slammed into me, wrapping his arms around me, burying his head into my shoulder.

“Fine. You said I love you first. But I swear, I’m going to get a first.”

I grinned, turning in his arms, pushing his hair back out of his face as I nodded.

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

Peter grinned, leaning down as he kissed me.

“You’ll see, bug.”

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Since you are back, YAY, can I please have some headcanons for any characters you want (all of them secretly hoping) for summer break and what they like to do 💙

thanks for the ask and the love!!! i’m not gonna do all of them, but i’ll do most!

nolan’s family has a summer home. in the summer between his 6th and 7th, he invited the grade up for a weekend of swimming, bonfires, and games. he was very pleasantly surprised with the turnout. they even ran out of rooms for people and pitched some tents and camped in the yard.

vinny spends most of his break working muggle jobs, but when he can, he takes his brother to play some soccer with an old ball they have. neither of them are going pro exactly, but it’s fun for both of them!

marty always tries to hang out with his twin ricky when he comes home, but they just aren’t very close so his efforts always fall off pretty quickly. he spends a lot of his break napping in the sun outside.

ryan has spent an unhealthy amount of time researching different lemonade receipes. over many summers she has perfected her technique and measurements, and has just the most excellent homemade lemonade ever. she’s a bit too embarrassed and modest to share some with anyone besides her grandparents though

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