but he probably felt like shit after that and probably never really forgot it

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!

Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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Hard To Tell - Jeff Atkins/Reader

chapter 6: confession

word count: 1890

tagged list: ( i have to work on this,, again )

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 ( you’re here! )

When you went to school the next day, you received stares. Does that come as a shock? When you were rifling through your locker, two hands were placed on your hips.

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Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.


“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”


“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”


“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”



“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”



“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”


“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.


Summary: The Gallaghers have some insight on how close Ian and Mickey really are. It’s surprising, but they like the idea of them being together.

Word Count: 1047

Notes: This request was in my messages for so long, and I completely forgot about it. Sorry! Here it is :) Also, this is my AU for day 1 of Gallavich Week!

“Is Mickey your boyfriend?” Carl asked Ian, who was on the pull up bar, after finding the Milkovich boy curled up in his brother’s bed.

Ian’s cheeks flushed at the question, but he knew if Mickey woke up he’d probably say something stupid so the redhead responded with a simple, “We hang out.”

The younger Gallagher lightly punched his brother between every pull up. “He’s in your bed,” Carl said and then took a moment to think. The pause was short though. “You love Mickey?”

Ian stopped his movement. Yeah, I do, he thought. “I like how he smells,” he responded to make it seem much more simpler. He wanted to tell Mickey how he felt, but doing it through Carl was not the way.

Raising an eyebrow, Carl was about to speak, but Mickey cut him off. “Whatchu asking stupid fucking questions for?” The older boy shot at him.

“You’re nicer when you’re asleep,” Carl rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs.

Ian let his mind consume his for a little bit. Carl just pretty much told him that he knew of their relationship, and Mickey heard it, and he didn’t care. Mickey didn’t run out. He’s still here.

* * *

Ian and Mickey woke up earlier than the other people in the house. Though Mickey wanted the sleep some more, when the redhead promised to make him some banana pancakes, he couldn’t turn that down.

While the Gallagher boy was a the burner, making the pancakes, Mickey was sitting at the kitchen table, just watching. He couldn’t figure out why he was so scared all these years— this is all he ever wanted, and here it finally is.

After Ian was done making a single plate of food, he went over to where Mickey was sitting. He leaned on the counter so that their faces were in the same direction. “I’m wondering something,” he said so quietly and nervously that it was nearly incoherent.

“What’s that, mumbles?” Mickey stood up, and got so close to his lover that he could feel his breath.

They didn’t realize the whole entire Gallagher clan in the living room. The family was at an angle where they could be nosy and watch the interaction, but Ian and Mickey couldn’t see them.

“Just wondering if we’re a couple or not,” Ian said more assertively as he placed his hands on Mickey’s hips and turned him so that he was pushed up against the counter.

Now Mickey to matters into his own hands. He pushed Ian into the wall that stood next to them, and inches their faces so close together. “Of course we are.”

Ian smiled and kissed him hard. “What would you do if I said something you might not want to hear?” His voice was a bit shaky. Mickey gave him a look that said, go on, tell me. “Please don’t freak out, okay? I just gotta say it. I love you. I really, really love you.” He felt like his heart was in his throat as he spoke, he just didn’t want to hold it in anymore.

Surprising himself and Ian, Mickey grabbed Ian’s cheeks and kissed him even harder than the last time. When their lips separated, they rested their heads together. “I love you too, Gallagher,” the shorter boy responded. Though he’d probably never admit it, he’s always loved that crazy ginger, and it felt fucking nice to admit it.

Ian laughed giddily. Everything was finally falling in place.

“Now, go make me some more fucking pancakes,” Mickey said, and stepped back, giving Ian room to move.

“Yeah, yeah. You got it,” Ian chuckled.

The Gallaghers couldn’t believe what they just saw and heard. Obviously they could tell that something was going on between Ian and Mickey. For fuck’s sake, Carl found Mickey in Ian’s bed, and Lip actually knew they were together. No one expected it to be so serious though. Love is fucking deep.

As Ian was waiting to flip the pancakes, Mickey came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Ian leaned back into it. “Y’know my family doesn’t care, right?”

Mickey’s head was resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He nodded. “I know. Makes it a whole lot fucking easier.”

Ian smiled. Everything was so good right now. He then went back to cooking, making sure Mickey

stayed with his arms engulfing him like that.

The Gallaghers were still watching from their hiding spot. It was completely mind boggling to see Mickey look so soft and loving. They wanted to see what would happen in front of people though. Giving each other the same look, they all set foot for the kitchen.

As they walked in, Fiona stepped louder than usual to get their attention. “Morning, guys,” she said enthusiastically.

Ian felt Mickey tense up around his waist. He expected him to unlatch him, but he didn’t— he stayed right there. “Morning. I’m making pancakes,” he said.

Instead of Mickey saying anything, he shoved his face into the back of Ian’s neck. It was only fair to Ian to let the Gallaghers know about their relationship, and though it may be scary right now, it was nothing Mickey couldn’t handle.

“So,” Debbie started. “Are you guys together or something?”

Ian didn’t respond, he didn’t know how, and thankfully Mickey did. “We been together for years,” he scoffed.

“Wait, years?” Fiona raised an eyebrow. Now she was even more amused.

“Three,” Mickey said as he unlatched himself. He then went to stand next to Ian instead. “Fucking going on four though, I think.” He turned his head to Ian.

The redhead nodded. “Yeah, almost four.” He looked at his boyfriend with so much love in his eyes, which was making all the tension Mickey felt go away.

“Holy shit,” Carl and Fiona said simultaneously.

Ian then finished up the food without answering his siblings. He made a plate for himself and Mickey, and then went to the table, giving his brothers and sisters room to get themselves a plate. As the couple sat down, Ian kissed Mickey’s cheek to thank him for being so outward with their relationship.

“Ah,” Lip said. “Young love.” Mickey chucked the finger, but it was in an innocent way. It was love, and now they’re free.

Title: Dark Chocolate pt. 2

Title: Dark Chocolate 

Type: Fluff

Characters: Reader X Jaehyun

Word Count: 3, 018

A/N: help, I don’t know how to write fluff lmfao plus I listen to limitless and firetruck while writing this which is kinda the wrong song to listen to when you want to feel the fluffy emotion jfc. Also, it’s longer than what I’ve initially planned but, I hope yall enjoy this! Have fun!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.

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Mockery (Negan x Lana)

Summary: Lana is the queen of sass. Negan may have just met his match. 

Characters: Negan x Alana

Word Count: 3,560

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @i-dont-have-a-harp who sent:

Would you be able to do a fic with a girl called Alana (Lana as a nickname) where she’s super sassy and is taken during the lineup from Alexandria? Negan takes a liking to her but she refuses to fall for him, until he begins showing a softer side when it’s just the two of them, but Lana is too stubborn to admit it until something puts her and Negan in danger? 

I had too much fun writing this. Love me a sassy character. This one is jam-packed with sass, fluff and smut. I hope it’s to your liking. 

Thank you thank you thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback! (Seriously! Send me asks and you’ll make my whole week)

Originally posted by smuttwd

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4. Date // Nurseydex

« {Part 4 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: in which dex is uncultured and nursey has no manners, and they’re both perfect for each other. enjoy!

“Uh. Hey, Nursey?” Dex said, scanning over the menu. “What’s prosciutto? Is that, like, a cheese?”

“You don’t know what prosciutto is?” Nursey asked skeptically.

“Not all of us were born with silver spoons up out asses, Nurse,” Dex replied.

“But it’s prosciutto. You can buy it at, like, Costco—”


“Fine, fine. Prosciutto is uncooked Italian ham. It’s good—you’d like it.”

“O…kay,” Dex said. “I gotta say, uncooked ham doesn’t sound that appealing.”

Nursey shrugged, licking salt off the rim of whatever drink he’d ordered. “Your loss.”

They fell quiet, the hushed murmur of restaurant conversations around them making Dex a little uncomfortable. He felt weird talking in anything louder than a whisper. And was that smooth jazz? He fiddled with the napkin on his lap, which he was going to feel guilty about using later because it was so fucking white. How the hell did they get stains out of it? Did they just have new napkins every meal? Didn’t that sort of defeat the point of reusable napkins?

Trying to interpret the menu felt like reading a foreign language. He didn’t understand what half the words were. “What’s Roquefort?” he asked Nursey after a suitably long silence.

“Oh, it’s a blue cheese.”

“And chanterelles?”

“A kind of mushroom.”

“What about beer, bear—nope, I can’t even pronounce that.”

Nursey scooted forward. “Here, give me the menu and point to it.” Dex did. “Oh, you mean béarnaise?” he said, pronouncing the word with an obnoxious French accent.

“Gesundheit,” Dex said.

“I think it’s a sauce, maybe?” said Nursey. “I don’t really know that one.”

“Well aren’t you a big help.”

“Hey, I don’t know everything, man,” Nursey said as he tipped back on his chair a little, balancing on the back two legs. “This place is like, mad bougie.”

“No shit,” Dex said. He rolled his eyes. “Also, dude, stop leaning back like that. You’re gonna fucking fall.”

“‘M not.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Nursey sighed and dropped the front legs of his chair back onto the ground. “You’re no fun,” he pouted.

I’m no fun? You’re the one who dragged us to this fancy-ass restaurant. This place is stuffy as hell.”

“I know, I know. But my moms are paying for it, so I figure we should probably at least try to go on a legit date.”

“I guess,” Dex conceded.

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Title: Teenage Rebellion
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Jonathan Byers x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,355
Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of bullying
Notes: Based on a request from an anon for “Could you do a Jonathan Byers fic with the prompt ‘I always hide in this one stairwell whenever I’m having a mental breakdown / existential crisis / etc but today when I came here you were already there’ Thank you!”

Originally posted by therealspideyman

Jonathan Byers had grown very accustomed to people whispering about him, often pointing and giggling amongst themselves as they did so. Because of this, it didn’t bother him when a few of his peers began gossiping about him – until he heard his mother’s and brother’s names come up.

“I still don’t think that Will Byers ever really went missing. That freak show of a family probably just wanted to land some paid interviews or something.”

I think the mom is a bit of a schizo. She probably just had a psychotic break and made the whole thing up.”

Jonathan could hear the teacher yelling after him as he left the room. He knew that if he had to sit there and listen to those idiots for another second, he’d have ended up getting suspended. The teachers would undoubtedly be looking for him, so he went to the one place he knew they’d never check.

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All is fair in love and war

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader X Taehyung

Fandom: BTS

Request:  Hey, could you do a scenario where y/n likes Taehyung and Jimin likes y/n. First she doesn’t like Jimin but then she likes both of them and y/n doesn’t know who too choose, and she doesn’t want to ruin V and Jimins friendship 

Originally posted by princessyerim95

“You’re literally a cliché. I told you in the first place it was a bad idea to have a guy as your roommate.” Jimin complained.

He wasn’t wrong. A few months ago you were struggling to pay rent so you decided it would be best to put out an ad for a roommate. Lucky for you a guy around your age, who was completely gorgeous, already friends with your friends, and single just happened to be looking for a place as well.

“Well he’s your friend so I thought maybe I wouldn’t be interested but now I can’t help it…Please just help me this once.” You begged.

Jimin grew a smirk on his face and you already knew his plan was bound to cause trouble.

“What if we make a plan to make him jealous? You and me can pretend to be dating and if he shows interest then we call if off and he’s all yours.”

“Jiminie there’s so many things wrong with that. Are you sure you’re not just trying to take me for yourself?” You joked.

He let out a small laugh. “You say that like I couldn’t have you if I wanted. I don’t need to make excuses for that, babe.”

You rolled your eyes at his lame flirting. The idea of dating Jimin was strange and foreign. Sure the two of you knew almost everything about each other and spent all your time together but that was all as just being friends. If something were to develop between you it would just ruin everything and Jimin knew that for sure. He was careful about his feelings towards you and if it meant watching you date other guys than losing you then he would do just that.

“Let’s just try it. It couldn’t make things any worse than they already are Y/N.”

“We do have that thing with the rest of the boys tonight….do you think it will even catch his attention?”

“I promise you. It’s fool proof.” Jimin smiled.

He stuck his pinky out to you as if he was physically trying to promise you that this would work. With one pinky promise and a nod from the both of you, you had agreed on faking dating. Jimin stood up from the couch, grabbing his phone to stash it into his pocket.

“I’ll see you later tonight then, okay?”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah can’t wait.”

As you hear him leaving the house you also hear him talking to someone else. Taehyung must have been back from the gym as you heard them greet each other and realized the absence of your friend. You jumped up from your bed, running over to your dressers for something. If this whole fake dating thing was going to start you had to make it convincing. So, you pulled out one of Jimin’s shirts that he had left and slid it on before walking out to greet your roommate. Taehyung seemed shocked to see you standing in the doorway with only a t-shirt on that barely covered your underwear.

“Jimin I think you-….Oh. Hey Tae.” You said, casually.

He seemed to be at a loss for words. “Uh..Hey…I think Jimin already left.”

You pretended as if this was news to you.

“Damn. I think he left his charger. Oh well, we’re gonna see him later tonight anyway so I’ll just give it to him then.”

“Looks like you already gave it to him..” Taehyung mumbled to quietly for you to hear.

You titled your head innocently at his annoyed expression.

“Nothing. Never mind. How was today? I felt bad you had to get groceries this week.”

Taehyung reached into the fridge to grab a water bottle as you came over to sit at the seat next to the counter top. You shrugged, taking a sip of your own drink.

“It was fine. How was the gym?”

Speaking of the gym. He always looked incredible when he came back, his hair still wet from the shower he must have taken in the locker room, and still wearing his tight workout clothes. He was a walking tease that you knew you couldn’t have and it was actual torture sometimes. Seriously, how can someone always look this good?

“Same as usual. There was this one girl though that approached me today. It was kind of awkward at first but we must have hit it off because she asked me on a date this Friday.”

You choked. “W-wow..That’s great..”

Taehyung shrugged. “I’m not sure about it though. She’s nice and everything but dating sorta sucks when it’s with a complete stranger. I’d rather it be with someone I know.”

“Yeah, I get that. I feel the same way.” You added, trying to persuade him not to.

“Ha. Maybe we should go out then-”

The words you had been dying to hear had just come from his mouth. You slowly raised your lips from your cup, speechless.

“Yeah. We should.”

Hearing the boldness in your tone, he looked up and met your eyes with a smile.

“How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick out the place, I’ll pay for it, and all I need is for you to be there with me. Sound good?”

You leaned your face into your hand, smiling back at him. “It sounds amazing.”

“Good. We should probably get ready for the party though since it’s kind of late. You should wear that one pink shirt of yours. It looks really good on you.”

His compliment made your cheeks feel warm but your happiness completely shut out the nervousness you would have felt otherwise. In your burst of happiness you had completely forgot the pact you had made with Jimin, not even telling him before you went over to Jungkook’s place for his Birthday party. You and Taehyung arrived together, telling Jungkook happy birthday and handing him his gifts.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You told Taehyung as you stepped away from the two of them.

Before you could even get far you felt someone’s hands covering your face from behind.

“Guess who?” Jimin smirked.

You reached up, holding his hands.

“Hmm. Jin?”

Jimin moved his hands to show you his pouting expression.


You playfully pushed his arm, laughing. “I already knew it was you.”

Namjoon came over to the both of you, holding a cup in his hands.

“You two seem friendly tonight.”

Jimin’s arm shockingly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer. Namjoon scoffed, thinking he must have be right but you stood there remembering what you had forgotten before.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” Jimin let out in a low tone.

A tone that unknowingly sent a shiver down your spine but not in a bad way. Your eyes trailed down to his hand grabbing at your side and you felt yourself blush. Weirdly enough your mind begins to trail off thinking about his hands in general. How nice they must be to hold, how nice they felt on your waist, and god, who knows what he could do with those fingers-

“Hey Y/N! Jimin! Come over here we’re gonna play truth or dare!” Jungkook shouted from across the room, snapping you out of your trance.

Without even a second to protest you felt your fingers interlocking with Jimin’s as he guided you along to the living room. He sat down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. He sure didn’t mess around even if this all was supposed to be fake. Taehyung sat next to Yoongi, sitting across from you, looking not so happy. You should probably just tell Jimin that it’s off and that this was only going to make Tae want to cancel the date if anything.

“Y/N. Truth or dare?” Jungkook abruptly asked.

“Me? Oh, Truth.”

An arrogant smirk came from the boy as he remembered the bit of gossip that Taehyung had told him earlier.

“Is it true that you came out of your bedroom wearing only Jimin’s shirt after he came to visit?”

The rest of the boys shockingly exclaimed, having no idea of this happening. Your face had already began to turn red as Taehyung’s eyes were fixated on your answer. You wanted to clarify but how were you going to explain to them that it was just to make Tae jealous and that nothing was going to between you and Jimin? Even though this was also new to JImin as well he looked pretty pleased at what he had just heard.

“Yeah…It’s true..” You admitted.

“Holy shit. No way..” Yoongi let out as well as Jin.

Jimin bit his lip, trying to act cocky. You felt his hands roaming on you once more as well as his lips being pressed up against the back of your neck.

“She just can’t seem to keep her hands off of me, so I gave in.”

You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms. There was nothing you could do that wouldn’t make you look like an idiot so you avoided even looking over at Taehyung at this point.

“Jimin, Truth or Dare?”


“If you guys really are a thing now, I dare you to prove it by kissing her.”

The rest of the boys were cheering the two of you on but Taehyung stood up, leaving the room. You look back at Jimin.

“There’s no point he already left.” You whispered.

“That’s okay…”

Was all he said before he started to lean in towards you. Feeling pressured you placed your hands on his face while his still held your sides. As only milliseconds went by you finally felt his soft lips now touching yours for the first time. He felt different than imagined and he was actually really good at it. Really good at it. It felt wrong since he was your friend for so long but it also felt as if you were waiting for this moment. Just for a second the thought of Taehyung slipped your mind and you were completely engulfed by the kiss.

By the time he pulled away you already wanted more, looking up at him. Jimin’s lips formed into a small smile that had you melting in your seat. You had to stop yourself from getting too caught up in this when you reminded yourself that it was all fake. The boys had already moved on to the next person and Jimin didn’t seem too caught up in what just happened either. You stood up from his lap. 

“I’ll be right back..” You told him.

Jimin grabbed your hand and you looked back at him.

“Don’t be gone too long.” 

You managed a smile. “Yeah, I won’t.”

Looking around the house you tried to figure out which room Tae must have been hiding in. As you turned the corner you felt yourself run into someone’s chest.

“S-sorry-…Taehyung? Where did you run off to?” You asked, seeing the boy in front of you.

“My phone vibrated in my pocket and I got up to answer it.”

You just nodded, thinking he may be lying. The two of you stood in the quiet hallway without saying a word. Taehyung finally spoke up to break the silence. 

“Did Jimin tell you anything earlier?”

You furrowed you eyebrows in confusion. “What would he have told me?”

“I texted him earlier..it was dumb. I didn’t think you were actually together, I just thought that maybe it was a misunderstanding. No wonder he didn’t reply back.”

“Why? What did you say to him?”

He let out a sigh. “He already knew I had a crush on you so I told him to back off if something was going on between the two of you. I wasn’t trying to get between you if you were already together but I thought I had a chance when you agreed to go out with me.”

The lump in your throat caused you to stay silent, not knowing what to say. Jimin already knew this whole time that Taehyung liked you so there was no reason to pretend for you two to date. It was then you realized his actual feelings for you and why everything felt so real. You had already liked Taehyung this whole time but now you were starting to get confused. Finally, you decided that the truth would probably be the best thing.

“We aren’t together. Jimin and I, I mean.”

Taehyung’s head snapped up and he finally made eye contact with you.

“But earlier and the kiss-?”

You exhaled in frustration. “It was all fake. I mean it was supposed to be in the first place but I didn’t know that Jimin liked me. I thought he was going to help me go on a date with you but you already asked me on my own and I forgot to call it off. I know planning this might make me seem like a weirdo but it was only because I liked you!”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He asked, sounding unconvinced.


“So you like me then? Just tell Jimin that then. You don’t have to cater to him just because you’re his friend. It’s only going to hurt him worse if you keep doing stuff like this.”

“but I might like him.” You said quietly.

“You what?” 

“I don’t know, okay? This really sucks because I know you’re friends and we all hang out all the time and if I pick one of you it will ruin everything! I shouldn’t have even said anything or did any of this in the first place. It’s my fault…”

“Yeah it kind of is. What the hell were you thinking?” 

“I just wanted to be with you! I didn’t want to see you go out for dates anymore, talk about other girls to me, or see you bringing home someone else. I’m sorry that was so selfish of me!”

He scoffed. 

“It’s only selfish because you want both of us!”

Someone knocked on the room door and when you both turned around you saw Jimin in the doorway.

“Is everything okay?”

Taehyung clenched his fists.

“Don’t play innocent! God, I don’t even want to deal with this anymore. I’ll see you at home Y/N.” 

You watched as he stormed out of the room, pushing past Jimin. Ultimately you felt yourself tearing up. You did it. You ruined it. 

Jimin hesitantly walked over to you. When he tried to put his arm around you, you pushed him away.

“Don’t….I’m not playing this game anymore, Jimin. It’s over…He already told me you already knew.” You mumbled.

“And you told him you couldn’t be with him because you liked me.” 

“I’m serious! I’m not picking between the both of you! He’s right. What the hell was I thinking? This is literally a shit show that I started. I’m not ruining things between you two. Just don’t contact me anymore..”

Jimin flinched, not expecting you to yell at him. 

You ran out of the room, pulling your phone out. Your fingers dialed a friend’s number. 

“Hey, Can I spend the night with you? I need to find a new apartment.”

So there’s a thing that happens in every fandom and bothers me in every fandom, and in SKAM I feel like I can go “this specifically is why it bothers me” so I’m going to talk about it for a bit.

That thing is that once an m/m pairing gets to a certain level of popularity, at some point it apparently becomes more or less “widely accepted fanon” that one of them is the more or less (recently more more than less) subby bottom and the other one is the confident top who takes the lead in most/all matters. I don’t know why, but this seems to happen every single time. Apart from how I don’t think that’s representative of most actual m/m relationships, I personally think there’s hardly ever any reason to assign such roles to fictional characters because we hardly ever know anything about their actual sex lives. Often it’s ships who aren’t even canon! There is literally nothing to know! And even when it’s canon ships like Isak and Even, we don’t actually know anything about their sex life! And there’s no necessary correlation between someone’s behaviour outside the bedroom and in it!


Basically, I’m a little bothered by this “Isak is a shy cupcake who never takes the lead and also definitely bottoms” thing that’s been growing so much recently. (Not to say there’s anything wrong with enjoying your smut however you want! If a boy wants to be fucked, he should go get himself fucked and have a great time! My point is just that that should go for all boys and that liking things up your butt isn’t a character trait, it’s a sexual preference.)

Even disregarding that Isak is a seventeen year old boy who is still in the closet when he meets Even and struggles with acting on his true desires because of how he fears it’ll make others perceive him, and has thus never been in a romantic relationship where he felt comfortable and got to explore the physical side in a way that was true to himself (if he did at all) (that is to say, it’s not unlikely he’s a virgin when he meets Even, and even if he isn’t he’s quite obviously way less experienced than Even, who also generally doesn’t seem to give a fuck about what people think about his sexuality), I think there are many instances in the show that establish Isak as a forward, not-at-all-timid person!

Annnnd I’m gonna put this behind a read more because this got seriously long oops

Keep reading

I uh, I wrote some feel-good ironfalcon ‘cause I know @bloody-bee-tea doesn’t get enough of it and it’s also Tony’s birthday so. Hope everyone likes it. (Happy birthday, Tony!!!!)

Steve had a date. Sam and Bucky razzed him the entire run.

“Jesus Christ, this is what I get for telling you guys?” Steve complained. “I’m just never telling you I have a date again.”

“We’re only teasing you because it’s been so long for you,” Bucky explained. “Loser.”

“You don’t get to call him an loser. You hate running,” Sam pointed out.

Bucky shrugged. “Well, I guess I’m used to it.”

“He’s mad because it’s thrown him off schedule and now he has to wait for The View to come on,” Steve said.

“I haven’t watched The View since Barbara left, asshole!”

Sam shrugged. “I mean it’s whatever for me. Now I get to go home and surprise Tony.”

“Uuugh,” Steve and Bucky groaned.

“You’re just jealous that Tony chose me!” Sam said, grinning, then yelped when Steve shoved him and he tripped into the pond. “Fuck!

Steve gaped at him for a moment before taking off at a sprint.

“Steve what the fuck?!” Sam shouted after him.

“He was probably afraid you’d punch him in the face,” Bucky said. “I would.”

Sam sloshed his way out of the pond, sputtering. “He could have at least helped me out!”

Bucky shielded his eyes from the sun. “Holy shit he’s gone.”

“That guy,” Sam hissed, half pissed off and half amused.

Sam was slightly less damp when he squished back to the penthouse. Ugh. Now he had to shower before he surprised Tony. Tony was a heavy sleeper but he was also somehow acutely aware of when Sam was getting in the shower. (Sam was not opposed to Tony following him into the shower but sometimes he just wanted to press Tony back into the pillows and take him apart piece by piece.)

Sam opened the door to their bedroom carefully, holding his breath.

He felt like it’d been punched out of him when he saw Tony sitting on the bed, trying to squeeze one stocking-covered foot into a pastel pink pump.

Tony set both of his feet on the floor, heels clicking as he walked over to the mirror. The stockings on his legs were a shiny white, clinging to the muscles of his calves and thighs, and held up by a lacy white garter belt. He was wearing what looked to be pink satin panties underneath it, though knowing Tony, it could have been actual silk. Tony picked up a delicate-looking chemise in the same powder-pink as his shoes and carefully pulled it over his head, letting the hem flutter down to cover the belt and panties.

He was beautiful.

As Sam watched, Tony carefully ran his hands down his sides, smoothing the chemise against his body before letting it fall away again. He turned in a circle, heels clicking against the floor probably more than necessary, keeping his eyes on the mirror as long as he could before spinning to lock eyes on it again. He smiled at the way the hem fluttered before falling back against his thighs.

Sam forgot that he was leaning on the door and fell face-first onto the floor with a grunt. He heard a yelp and then the thud of something else hitting the floor. “…Ow.”

“Sam!” Tony squeaked, trying to skitter to his feet again, but apparently standing up from the floor in heels was much harder than standing up from the bed. “I didn’t—You’re home early!”

“Yeah, Steve pushed me into the pond and ran away,” Sam answered, clambering to his feet. “So Bucky let me call the run short so I could come home and shower.” He gave Tony another long once-over. On the floor like this, knees splayed, Sam could just barely see the panties peeking out from under the hem of the chemise. “…You look nice.”

Tony blushed brightly, hands curling into fists against the floor. “I—Yes?”

“Is there a special occasion or something?”

Tony grabbed the hem of his chemise, twisting it in his hands anxiously, unable to draw his eyes up from his knees. “Sometimes—sometimes, when you go on your runs, I… I like to feel pretty. So. Um. I dress up. Just for a little while.”

Sam stepped up to him and held his hands out. “Pretty? Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous. Were you afraid I wouldn’t like it?”

Tony took his hands and let himself be tugged onto his feet, rocking precariously on his heels for a terrifying moment and leaning into Sam to catch his balance. “…I mean… I know it’s weird,” he said quietly.

Sam nearly choked. “It’s not weird! You’re beautiful! God—Can I touch you?”

“I—” Tony finally lifted his gaze, brows furrowed together in confusion. “I guess so.”

Any other time, Sam really would have pushed for a firmer answer. Now, he couldn’t help himself; he grabbed Tony by the waist and dragged him closer, pulling him up against his body. The chemise was silky and cool under his fingers. “You didn’t need to hide this from me, Tony. You have no reason to be ashamed of something that makes you feel good and doesn’t hurt anyone else. God, you’re gorgeous. I don’t—I don’t even know where to look—”

“Sam,” Tony complained, pushing at his shoulders. “You’re getting me wet!

Sam began pressing kisses to Tony’s throat and jaw. “Good.

“Not—not sexy wet, you’re gonna ruin my nighty!” Tony squirmed. “And you smell like the po—oh,” he mewled when Sam bit down on the tendon in his neck. “Sam-!”

“’m gonna take a shower,” Sam murmured in his ear. “And you’re gonna wait out here for me, okay?”

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he forced them open again. “Or I could come with you—”

“Or you could lie out here waiting for me while I take a record-breakingly short shower and then let me have my way with the world’s sexiest man alive,” Sam suggested, sliding his hands down and around to cup Tony’s rear, feeling the garter belt through the chemise. “Do you have more of these?”

Tony blushed again, eyes rolling toward the ceiling so he didn’t have to look at Sam. “I have, um. A few boxes. Of stuff. These are my only pumps I own though.”

Sam gives Tony’s butt a squeeze, admiring the way the heels make it so much more pert. “You don’t have to hide this from me,” he told Tony gently. “I love you—all of you. And if you like to feel pretty, I will support you.”

“Well,” Tony mumbled shyly. He took a step back, looking at his feet. “If you say so.”

“I do say so,” Sam said, pressing a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “I’m gonna go shower. Don’t run away now.”

Tony rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I haven’t run away from a bedroom since I was nineteen. Especially not mine.”

“Well, if you say so,” Sam parroted back at him, pausing in the doorway to the bathroom. “Hey.”

Tony turned to look at him with a questioning noise, hand halfway down to pull one of his pumps off. “Hmm?”

“Keep those on.” Sam smirked. “I wanna feel those heels digging into my back.”

Tony let out a startled, high-pitched sound as he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

“How did you like your party?” Sam asked softly.

Tony smiled into his pillow. “It was nice. I especially liked meeting Sharon and telling her that her boyfriend shoved my boyfriend into a pond and ran.”

Sam grinned. “I liked the color Steve turned when Sharon judged him.”

“I like Sharon. I hope she sticks around.”

“Me too.” Sam leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Okay but I have one last present.”

Tony sat up immediately, smiling brightly, even as he said, “You didn’t have to do that!”

Sam snorted as the brunet gave him grabby hands and pulled the box he’d been hiding out from under the bed. “No, no, I insist you accept it.” He put it in Tony’s outstretched hands. “I hope you like them.”

“Of course!” Tony said, pulling the ribbon open. “It’s from you!”

“Every time you say something like that, I fall even more in love with you,” Sam informed him.

Tony scoffed, trying to hide the way his cheeks went pink as he pulled the paper open. “I already said I’d like them, you flatterer. Oh!” He paused, hands hovering over the beautiful powder blue heels in the box. “…Oh.”

“JARVIS helped me with the size,” Sam explained as he watched Tony’s fingers trail over one beautiful blue arch. “I hope you like them.”

“Oh, Sam,” Tony breathed, then turned abruptly, pulling off his socks.

“Hey, you don’t have to put them now—” Sam began.

Tony already had the shoes in hand and was carefully pulling the first shoe on. “Sam, they’re perfect—Oh, JARVIS, I need matching panties!”

“Tony,” Sam laughed, sitting up. “You don’t need to—”

Tony got to his feet and took a few experimental steps around before turning to look at his feet in the mirror. “They’re gorgeous. Oh, Sam-!” He turned, flushed with pleasure. “This is the nicest gift anyone has ever gotten me.” He waited for Sam to shift around so his legs were over the edge of the bed so he could stand between them, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Sam.”

Sam reached up to cup his cheeks. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Tony crawled back onto the bed, straddling his lap. “Hey, Sam?”

“Hmm?” Sam murmured, reaching down to pull Tony’s shirt out of his pants.

Tony leaned back, looking down at him through his lashes. “If you want to pick out something other than shoes, you can.”

Sam hummed, sliding his hands under Tony’s shirt and stroking up and down his back. “That’s really nice, Tony. Anything I want?”

“Anything you want,” Tony agreed quietly.

“What about a birthday cake?”

Tony paused, then leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “A birthday cake.”

“Yeah. For my birthday. I want you to jump out of a cake wearing nothing but the shoes I bought you.”

Tony smiled widely. “And people accuse me of being a deviant. Do you want me to do it in front of the others?”

“Nope!” Sam said, popping the P. “Just me.” He slid his hands around to unclasp Tony’s slacks. “On second thought, don’t jump out of a cake. Just be waiting in bed for me.”

“Hmm… I could do that,” Tony said thoughtfully. He played with the hair on Sam’s nape idly. “I… yeah, I could do that.” He paused. “…I can still get you something else too, right? I’ve kinda already started making it.”

Sam snorted. “Of course you have. Don’t worry, Pepper’s already told me about the giant bunny you got her for Christmas.”

Tony bounced in his lap excitedly. “You’re gonna like it, I swear! I put it past Pepper and Rhodey!”

Sam laughed and pulled him down for another kiss. “My birthday isn’t for four months!”

“I started it two months ago!” Tony began brightly. “It’s—”

“Nooo I wanna be surprised!” Sam exclaimed, covering his mouth with one hand. “Can’t we just have birthday sex and you don’t spoil your own surprise for me?”

“Aw,” Tony said, shoulders sagging, but he nodded. “I guess.

Sam snorted again. “Poor you, having to have sex instead of spoiling my birthday present that you’re going to give me in four months.

“Boo,” Tony complained. “It’s gonna be super awesome and you’re gonna love it.”

“Oh no, I guess I’ll just have to keep having sex with you to keep the secret from being spoiled,” Sam drawled. “A true hardship.”

“True hard-dick-up-my-ass.”

“Tony that didn’t even make sense!” Sam exclaimed, trying not to laugh and mostly failing.

Tony smiled and leaned down to smother his laughs with a kiss. “Happy birthday to me!”

The prompt was “an AU Sans caught doing something embarrassing but cute, with fluff.”  

For @ladyanatares 
… I don’t know why the tag isn’t working.  It’s past 4AM, and I’m probably doing something stupid, so I’m just going to queue this up for now and be like “oh hey, did you get the thing” when I wake up tomorrow.

UF!Sans x Reader:  Stuffed with Nightmares

You couldn’t sleep.  

It had been an issue with you ever since you fell Underground and entered a world without hope, where the creed really was ‘kill or be killed.’  You had been fortunate enough to manage to befriend two skeleton sentries–despite the fact that the Royal Guard Captain wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of letting a human SOUL remain in its vessel when they only needed a few more to supposedly break the barrier, but…

Sans had vouched for you.  He had actually stood up to his brother, getting over his nervous stammer to gain you Mercy.  

And once you had stomached Papyrus’s lasagna (which you were almost certain contained so much vinegar that even some glass shards from the bottle had managed to become incorporated within), you had been deemed ACCEPTABLE FOR A HUMAN and allowed refuge in their home.  

Of course, this meant sleeping on their couch…

Even after what had happened with Sans.

Wistfully, your gaze was drawn to the bedroom door, barely visible past the railing of the upstairs hallway.  You found yourself sitting up on the couch, your fingertips rising to brush against your lips, feather-light.  You could still feel the imprint of his teeth there, his phalanges on the back of your head, tilting it back while his magical tongue swept across your lower lip, demanding entrance.  

It had been a hell of a kiss, especially from a skeleton, but Papyrus had chosen that moment to barge in (literally kicking the door in; you had discovered over the last month or so that he had a weird fetish for kicking inanimate objects, as well as Sans’s ass) and ruin the moment.  The two of you had jumped away guiltily, flushing like teenagers caught making out by their parents.  Sans’s zygoma were flushed a vibrant crimson, his eyelights dilated and just as bright, and he hurriedly wiped saliva from his sharp teeth on the back of his sleeve.  

Papyrus had narrowed his eyesockets at the two of you, giving you a knowing glare.  Of course, he had grilled both of you for a confession, but Sans stammered some excuse, and ultimately, Papyrus decided he didn’t care enough to wring a truth he already knew out of you.  After that, Sans had laughed with a nervous timbre and squeezed your hand, claiming you both had dodged a bone attack there.  He was sweating as the two of you went back to watching MTT, and while he didn’t move closer, he also didn’t let go of your hand until he retired to his bedroom with a “welp, night sweetheart.”

That had been weeks ago, and ever since then, Sans had been quick to kiss you when his brother was away, though he was becoming more and more brazen, like holding hands beneath the dinner table with Papyrus seated directly across from you.  It felt both silly and exciting to hide your affection from the grumpy Guard Captain, and it was obvious he knew what was going on but chose to simply scowl at the two of you instead.  You had achieved relationship status–you’re crazy about the red-eyed skeleton–and yet you were still sleeping on the lumpy couch.  And he would still kiss you and murmur a “night sweetheart” before retreating upstairs.  

After he did that tonight, you hadn’t been able to sleep, but that wasn’t new.  You had been on-edge ever since the first monster in the Ruins tried to kill you (you could still feel that Froggit’s tongue lashed around your throat), and when you did sleep, it was uneasy and felt as if you were constantly being chased.

So… given your dynamic with Sans, maybe you could sleep in his bed tonight and let him chase away your bad dreams.  It would be nice to finally find a reprieve secure in his arms.  

You creep upstairs, careful to step over the creaky stair midway up the staircase, and head down the hall to Sans’s room.  There, you pause, your knuckles poised to knock.  

But… you don’t want to wake up Papyrus and have him irritably shout in your face and banish you back to the downstairs couch.  So, you throw caution to the wind and try to doorknob.  It’s unlocked, of course, and you quietly slip inside the bedroom, closing the door behind you.  It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once you spot the lump curled up in the middle of the mattress, you gingerly pick your way across the messy floor (geez, Sans was a slob; food wrappers crinkled lightly underfoot, and you’re fairly certain every garment he owns has been haphazardly discarded on his carpet) until your leg hits the edge of his mattress.

Two sudden red lights emerge from beneath the ball of blankets, and in the next moment, the bedside lamp temporarily blinds you as it’s switched on.  You blink away the sudden slew of spots in your vision and Sans jolts up in the bed.  "what’re you doin’ here, sweetheart?  tryin’ to give me a heart-attack?“

"You don’t even have a heart, and I taught you that phrase,” you point out, giving him a look.  "I just wanted to see if I could…“  You voice trails off as you gain a better view of his bed.  You’ve never been in his bedroom before, and now… you understand why.

Sans follows your gaze and freezes, as if he forgot it was even there in the first place.  "shit, uhh.. listen, it’s not what it looks like.”

You’re suddenly grinning ear-to-ear.  You had thought Sans was such a gruff monster, someone who had probably dusted plenty of monsters over the years–someone tough, fierce, and quite crude.  

But you never expected to see this side of him.

“It looks like you sleep… with a mountain of stuffed animals!” you blurt, unable to keep the unabashed amusement from your voice.  Still grinning like an idiot, you sit on the edge of his bed while he blushes a vibrant crimson (even brighter than the time his brother caught you making out on the couch) and tries to articulate a rebuttal, but… he’s just too mortified.  

You pick up a fluffy brown bear, missing a button eye and appearing both worn and well-loved.  A sudden realization dawns as you watch him attempt to stretch the blankets over his collection.  "Is this why you never offered to let me sleep up here with you?“

"yeah, ok?” he snaps, irritated and unable to look you in the eye.  "i didn’t want you to see. ’s embarrasin’.“  His growl of a voice is low, his chin dipping down beneath the cherry red collar secured around his neck.  "i kept meanin’ to stash 'em away in my closet, but… they… help me sleep.”

He looks so miserable in that moment that you reach out and hug him, crushing the stuffed bear between the two of you.  "There’s nothing wrong with that.  I used to sleep with them, too, before…“  Before you fell.  You shake your head to dispel the thought.  "If anything, I find it cute.”  You draw back while he scoffs, his hands balling into the bear as if he wants to rip its stuffing out.  Your hand covers his, and your smile shifts from teasing to gentle.  "I didn’t know you had such a soft spot, Sans.  And I like that there’s more to you.“

He snorts.  From the smirk that crosses his face, you can tell he has a good come-back in mind, but he doesn’t ruin the moment by utilizing it.  Instead, he draws you into both his arms and his bed and clicks off the lamp.  "there’s nothin’ soft about me, sweetheart, but… maybe you can be my stuffed animal from now on.”  His arms wind around you, drawing you against him, while you can feel the mountain of stuffed animals pressing into your back.  It’s comforting, being surrounded by both.  

“I’ll help you sleep if you help me sleep,” you murmur, your fingers tightening in his sweater.  He grins, clicking his teeth against your forehead.

“ok, sounds fair.  'night sweetheart.”


And this time, when you fall asleep, neither of you has nightmares.

The Kitchens

Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.

Part i

(This has been mostly re-written from previous posts and this is how I will be continuing the story from here on out!)

Sirius set out for the West parlor, wondering if maybe he could sleep a while on one of the couches. His bare feet were cool against the July-warmed stone, even at night. He wished he could enjoy this more, like he usually did, with the absence of prying eyes. But his head ached, spinning with thoughts of the ever-looming events that summer’s end promised. There were fall’s many festivals, hunting trips. And among these things, the promise of a bride. He’d be eighteen in November. He’d known what eighteen meant for as long as he could remember. It was inevitable, a pressing weight on his chest. He could hear his mother’s voice in his head: Alliances are needed, Sirius. You’ll be a king one day and you’ll need a powerful Queen at your side. And besides, fall weddings are lucky.

Sirius rubbed at his eyes, huffing as he turned blindly into the room he knew to well, only to find it bathed in a soft warm glow, not dark and quiet like he’d expected. He let his hand drop to his side, taken off guard by the light-soaked walls, and he froze. Because there was a boy there. His heels were coming out of his shoes as he crouched over the softly roasting coals of the beginning of one of the Black castle’s many fires. Sirius realized too late that he’d been standing there too long to make any sort of proper introduction.

Of all the words in his grand vocabulary, his mind decided to settle on, “Oh.”

The boy jumped. He went to stand up too fast and ended up thumping his head painfully against the brick under edge of the fireplace. Sirius cursed at the same time the boy did.

“Christ James, I told you to do the East Wing-“

The boy spoke at the same time that he turned. He cut off just as he saw Sirius.

“Oh.” He inhaled sharply, eyes widening for a fraction of a second, “My Lord. I didn’t realize…”

And Sirius watched it happen, just as it always did. He watched the boy’s back straighten, he watched the front go up.

Sirius huffed, annoyed. He made his way around the sofa slowly, fingers trailing against the plush fabric as he did, “Didn’t realize I’d be in my own castle?”

The boy frowned. He looked like he wanted to narrow his eyes but thought better of it, “Not at these hours. My Lord.” He added the last part hastily, half-heartedly, and a bit heatedly.

“I’d ask you the same question.” Sirius did narrow his eyes. He was allowed to.

The boy looked like he was biting his tongue before he spoke, “I was to light the fires this morning, my Lord.”

Sirius froze, expression flickering, “Morning?”

The boy glanced out the window briefly, “Morning, my Lord.”

Sirius followed his eyes, only to see that it was morning. He blinked at the dawning sky, the world still pink, and cleared his throat, “Oh.”

“Have-“ The boy hesitated until Sirius looked back at him. His expression slightly softer but guarded still, “have you been out all night? Around the castle? My Lord.”

Sirius hesitated, then sighed, rubbing his face, “You don’t have to add that after every sentence.” He pressed his thumbs into his eyes, as if trying to rub the fatigue out, before looking back at the boy. He had flour on his cheek, a bit of ash on his temple.

“Yes.” He looked back out the window, “I guess so.”

He didn’t think he’d been walking all night and yet there was the sun, peaking over the mountains.

The boy crouched down, scraping the iron fire poker back up and prodding at the coals with it, “Sometime on your mind, my Lord?”

Sirius felt annoyance flare up again, “I said-“

But he stopped, words catching in his throat. He shouldn’t admit it—really he couldn’t admit it—not out loud anyways—but, now that he was looking, really looking, the boy was a bit of a beautiful sight. Maybe it was just the firelight, or lack of sleep, but the thought sprang to the front of Sirius’ mind so quickly he just… thought it.

He shifted, clearing his throat, “No.” He meant to turn away, maybe leave, but instead he sat down, “No. I simply lost track of time.”

The fire light made the boy’s eyes look like a a pot of melting amber when he turned towards Sirius, expression forwardly quizzical, “Yes, my Lord.”

Sirius frowned, “Do you not know my name?”

The boy raised an eye brow, “My Lord?”

“Do you not. Know my name.” Sirius repeated, “Is that why you refuse to use it, even upon my request?”

It was still quite dark, but Sirius could have sworn the boy flushed. He turned back to poking the fire.

“You know, you aren’t doing that right.” Sirius continued when he still didn’t answer.

The boy kept poking, not looking away, “I’m not usually in charge of the fires.” He mumbled.

Sirius leaned forward, “No, you see, they aren’t going to stay alight like that. Didn’t you- no, stop, stop.” Sirius swiftly moved to crouch next to the boy, putting his hand over his on the poker, “Watch. You need it to be…” He guided their hands to push the embers towards the center, “Like such. That way the smoke goes up and the heat goes out. See now?”

“I… Yes. How did you…”

Sirius shrugged, “It’s from hunting trips, really. Probably the only useful survival skill I know. Proves I’m not completely helpless.”

“That’s not what James says.”

Sirius did his best to look aghast but it ended as more of a smile, surprising himself, “That’s how you address your superiors?”

The boy looked like he was trying not to smile too, “A moment ago you were begging me to call you Sirius.”

Sirius turned sharply away from the coals, taken off guard. He tightened his grip on the iron. It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard his name from a servant’s mouth before. James, his valet, called him Sirius. He had just never heard his name quite like that. Soft, gentile. The way this boy said it… it almost made him sound like a good person.

Sirius continued with the fire, “So the truth is out. You do know my name.”

The boy wrapped his arms around his knees, watching the coals. His sandy hair flopped nicely into his eyes, “Everyone in the world probably knows your name.”

Sirius laughed softly, and he found that it lightened the heavy feeling in his chest considerably, “Well. I think you’re sorely misjudging the size of the world.”

The boy looked at him, features extraordinarily soft in the firelight. Sirius’ heart caught.

“That wouldn’t surprise me.” He said quietly, “It isn’t like I’ve seen any of it.”

“S’not that great, really.” Sirius said softly. It was, but Sirius wasn’t about to say that. He cleared his throat instead, “Well, there’s the fire for you-“

He cut himself off again, this time with a curse. He tumbled back on his heels, the poker clattering to the floor, his left hand burning.

“Fuck-“ He unclenched his fist, seeing an angry red mark already forming across his knuckles.

The boy cursed, “Shit, the coals. I forgot to put the gate up- one rolled out- I- your highness-“

“I’m fine,” Sirius grit his teeth, “It’s just a little hot, I-“

“Oh come off it, that’s more than a little hot-” The second the words were out of the boy’s mouth his eyes were wide, “Oh god. I-“

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Sirius resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the your highness, at the horror on the boy’s face when he’d slipped and spoken to Sirius like a normal person.

The boy pressed his lips together, the hollows of his cheeks pink. He directed his gaze to Sirius’ injured hand, “We should really get something for that.”

Sirius nodded, “You can rouse Pomfrey for me.”

The boy stood, “I think I can help you, actually… if you like.” He offered Sirius a hesitant hand.

Sirius took it. He didn’t even think about it, he just let this boy pull him up, cradling his injured one to his chest, “I don’t even know your name.”

The boy arched an eyebrow, “I’m sure I can help either way.”

Sirius stretched his knuckles hesitantly, then flinched, “What’s your name?” He asked again.

The boy’s face fell a fraction, and Sirius suddenly realized he had been trying to be friendly, maybe funny even, and Sirius had taken it for disrespect.

“Remus.” He said shortly, “It’s Remus.” He turned, leading the way out of the room.

“Like the myth?” Sirius followed him.

“What myth?”

“The Roman one. With the wolf. The founding of Rome, surely you know it.”

Remus glanced behind him, “Sorry, no.”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “Didn’t you learn it in school?”

Remus raised an eyebrow as Sirius fell into stride with him, “You’re assuming I went to school.”

Sirius’ steps faltered, “I- oh.”

“Not all of us grow up in castles, not to mention princes.”

Sirius glanced at Remus’ profile as they walked down the servant’s staircase. It was hard to read. He’d been the one trying to lighten the mood that time and, once again, they’d misunderstood each other.

“I didn’t mean any offense.” Sirius offered.

Remus sent him a small smile, “And yet…”

Sirius suddenly felt very aware of his words, his accent, even his attire, all in comparison to Remus. He felt overdressed in his maroon robe, the gold embroidery feeling flashy and unnecessary next to Remus’ plain white shirt, littered with stains from work.

Remus shook his head gently at him as they entered the kitchen, “I’m joking. It’s alright, you didn’t know.” he nodded towards the countertop, “sit there.”

Sirius rubbed at the back of his neck, “I suppose I should have known…” His eyes widened, “I mean-“

Remus rolled his eyes, “Sit.”

“-not that I would assume you didn’t have an education-“

Sit, Sirius.”

Sirius pushed himself up onto the counter, silently kicking himself. Silently relishing the way Remus said his name. He watched wordlessly as Remus set ingredients out on the counter next to him. Honey, and a lemon.

“Well… this is odd.”

Remus looked at Sirius, “You’ve never seen this before?”

Sirius shook his head.

Remus smirked, slicing the lemon in half effortlessly, barely even glancing down, “Well, you’re obviously not learning everything with that education of yours, are you?”

Sirius straightened a little, almost prepared to snap a retort, but he caught onto the joke this time—just barely. Sirius looked away but smiled.

Remus held his palm out, “Give your hand here.”

Sirius glanced nervously at the lemon, “Won’t that hurt?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, and held out his hand more insistently, “What do you think the honey’s for? It will only sting for a moment…”

For the second time that night, Sirius relinquished his hand.

Sirius watched Remus’ brow furrow as he gently pressed the the cross section of the lemon across Sirius’ slightly blistered knuckles. Sirius hissed, then tried to turn it into a cough. He pointedly ignored Remus’ smirk.

Remus’ fingers were cool against the irritated skin around the burn, and Sirius drew his lip between his teeth as Remus carefully smeared a bit of honey over the aching cut. The thick paste relieved the throbbing to a duller pain.


Remus wiped his hands on a kitchen rag, “More useful than a Roman myth, huh?”

Sirius scoffed, “I apologized.”

“Is that how world affairs are settled then? Apologies?” Remus smiled, producing a bandage from the same cupboard the honey had come from. His long fingers worked nimbly as he wraps Sirius’ hand.

“This is hardly a worldly affair..” Sirius said under his breath. Remus glanced at Sirius, looking at him flatly, then sighed, finishing the wrap.

“There. If it starts to hurt again, I- or I mean Madame Pomfrey can-“

“I’ll find you if it hurts.” Sirius’s mouth said it before he could think on it, and he slid from the counter.

Remus nodded slowly, “Oh. Right.”

Sirius drummed his fingers on the countertop, looking down at Remus, “Right.”

Remus glanced around Sirius nervously, “People will probably be waking soon.”

Sirius nodded, although he hadn’t really heard what Remus had said. They were standing quite close, “Right.”

Remus seemed a bit breathless when he spoke again, “We have to prepare your breakfast…”

Sirius arched an eyebrow, “Do you prepare the breakfast?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, “I prepare your breakfast.”

Sirius blinked, “Really?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder, “When you take it in your room at least. Which is-“

“-most days.” Sirius finished. He cocked his head slightly, “But how do you know?”

Remus shook his head, confused, “Know?”

“That I’m having it upstairs.”

Remus paused for a moment, as if waiting for Sirius to continue, or to laugh. Then his eyebrows raised very high to his hairline and he let out a burst of laughter, “Honestly?”

Sirius stepped back a step, cheeks heating, “What?”

Remus quickly stopped laughing, noticing Sirius’ offended gaze, “No- No, I’m sorry,” His eyes filled with something that looked like dissapointment. Sirius felt that same emotion stirring in his chest, although he didn’t quite know why, “It’s just… you really don’t know how we work down here, do you?”

Sirius shuffled uncomfortably, trying not to jostle his hand too much, “Well…” He tried to think of some excuse, shrugging, “When I come down here everyone stops working to ask what I want.”

“They’re suppose to do that.” Remus points out.

“Yes, but that explains why I don’t know how it works.” Sirius spluttered.

Remus smiled, “Fine, fine… Lord, I’m sitting here arguing with a Prince… James tells me.”

Sirius, fully prepared for a defense again, deflated some, “Oh.” He contemplated for a moment, “Well, I guess I should have thought of that.”

Remus shrugged, eyes teasing, “I guess.”

Sirius found he much preferred this boy to look at him like that than how he had just been, “Education… Education’s not everything, I suppose.”

When Remus smiled shyly at his own words being reflected back at him, Sirius felt something, some wall, crack a little. He smiled.

There was a creak from the floorboards above causing both boys to look up, then back down at each other. They were nearly nose to nose, and Sirius quite enjoyed that he had to look down a bit to meet Remus’ eyes.

“I- you may want to go.”

Sirius nodded. The thought of being surrounded by bustling activity, having to answer why he was down here in the first place, was suddenly very unappealing, “Yes. I should. I-“

The stared at each other, unsure of what to say.

“Well. Thank you… for the honey. Not for the burn.” He nodded shortly, not moving away just yet.

“Oh. Yes.” Remus was breathless again, eyes fixed on Sirius, “Thank you for… the myth. Not for the condescension.”

When he was safe in his room again, the sun peaking through the seam in his dark, heavy curtains, Sirius couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed his face; at the eyes that filled his thoughts, at the boy in the kitchen, at the eggs he woke up to a few hours later.


“Sirius, you have dinner in a half hour. And it isn’t you your mum kills if you’re late, its me, so, please, if we could just-“

Sirius looked up from the hot water surrounding him to where James was leaning against the doorway, making frantic hurry up motions.

“James, I am naked and thoroughly enjoying my bath so if you could stop staring at me. Also, I don’t know if that statement is entirely correct… I recall being murdered quite a few times. Pass me that cloth, would you?”

James rolled his eyes, reminding Sirius with a pang of his late night run in from just a few hours ago, and more threw it at him.

Sirius glared, “I can have you fired. Turned out of the castle.”

James glared, lying down on the plush bench along the bath, feet by Sirius’ head.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “For that too.”

James laughed at the ceiling, hands behind his head, eyes closed, “Yes, but you won’t.”

Sirius grinned, then hissed as his burned hand touched the hot water. James raised an eyebrow.

“What happened there, anyway?”

Sirius started, making a show of soaking the towel and squeezing the excess water out, “Oh. Just a burn. Some clumsy-one of your lot didn’t know how to handle the tea.”

James scoffed, “Well, that wasn’t rude at all.”

Sirius blinked, then sank further into the water, sighing, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

James sighed, closing his eyes again, “I know, don’t worry.”

“You seem to be the only one that does…” He grumbled under his breath, images of disappointed and disapproving amber eyes crossing his mind.

James peaked one eye open, “Huh?”

Sirius let the cloth go and watched it slowly sink to the bottom of the large tub, “Nothing.”

James looked at him for a moment longer, but knew better than to push. Instead, he stood, snagging a large towel and laying it in his place on the bench, “I’m getting your dinner clothes ready. You’ve had long enough, get out.”

“Yes, mum.”

“Don’t insult me.” James called over his shoulder.


Sirius, despite the torment, sat perfectly still through dinner. He felt like a caged animal that had been trained to do so—especially with guests around which, given the fact that they were the royal family, there was always the nobles and some duke and duchess from god knows where around to dine with. He listened his mother talk politics, he watched his father talk politics—if not in a slightly more slurred fashion and into his whiskey glass. He watched his brother, Regulus, sit there silently, glaring at his food as if it had personally offended. He was only glad his cousins weren’t in town. Well, maybe Andromeda. She never was the worst of the lot at least.

He wished for probably the thousandth time in his life that James could sit at the dinner table with him, or that maybe he could sit at James’ dinner table. He almost didn’t care that it was with the rest of the servants—no. No, he didn’t care. He glared at his mother, shoving a piece of duck into his mouth. He knew he had her to thank for those elitist slip-ups.

As if this wasn’t torment enough, his hand positively ached. Remus’ remedy had long washed off in the bath, and with the dry cotton wrap rubbing against it every time he cut his food, it felt like there was a coal being pressed against his skin all over again. Highly distracting. He told himself he would go to Pomfrey after dinner, perhaps skip dessert for it all together.

That’s what he told himself he would do.

When the time came for puddings and cakes he stood, scraping his chair back and pointedly ignoring his mother’s look.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He waved his hand dismissively, “Some idiot servant burned me with tea this morning,” The slur rolled as effortlessly off his tongue as the lie did, “I’m going to seek Pomfrey.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, only for a man to open the dining room doors for him. He swept through the halls, hand cradled to his chest, with the full intention of making his way to the castle infirmary. His found his feet straying, however. He took a turn, trotting down the staircase he had taken the previous night, not realizing where he was or what he was doing until he was already hovering in the doorway.


Remus all but collapsed onto the stool by the large island, letting the heat still radiating from the kitchen fireplace warm the aching muscles of his back.

“Well, that sorts it then,” Mrs. Potter, the cook, rubbed her hands together, dusting flour residue from then, “Another dinner done right, Remus, hm?”

Remus gave her a tired, half smile, “Right.”

“Splendidly done, of course!” James entered the kitchen, carefully avoiding the various things dusting the table—he was still in his valet tails—as he took the stool next to Remus, leaning over to press a kiss to his mum’s cheek, “Please tell me you saved some-“

Remus pushed a plate of three Walnut cookies towards him. James all but growled.

“You’re a saint.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Not quite.”

“I believe he was talking to me.” Mrs. Potter chuckled kindly, “I’m off for some tea and then bed. Remus, make sure that fire is out properly before you go up, yeah?”

Remus nodded, accepting a half of cookie James broke off for him. He watched her kiss her son and then exit, chewing in silence.

Remus felt the question rise back to the tip of his tongue, the one he’d almost asked at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Only it was ten times stronger now that he and James were alone.

He cleared his throat, “Um. James?”

“Hm?” James took another cookie, offering half to Remus again who shook his head this time.

“Is… Is the prince…”

James arched an eyebrow when Remus trailed off.

Remus huffed, “What’s he like exactly?”

James snorted a little, smiling and popping another bit into his mouth, “What do you think he’s like?”

“Rather rude.” Remus said before he could stop himself, “I- I just mean. He doesn’t understand much, does he?”

“About us? God, no.” He shook his head, “Barely realizes the things he says sometimes… I suppose that’s where the rudeness would come in.”

Remus nodded, silently begging James to go on. He didn’t know why he was so curious but he’d practically had to will himself to sleep last night, and even then it was restless. Even then a certain rude, condescending prince invaded his thoughts. He’d ended up coming down to make the bread an entire hour and a half early.

“But, that being said and all… he’s not all bad. He’s just…” James shrugged, “he’s sheltered, I suppose. Doesn’t have a clue what the real world’s like. I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought everyone got their breakfast served on a silver tray in bed each day.” Remus snorted with him, “But, y’know, he treats me well. If he does say something and I correct him, it takes him a minute but he apologizes-“

“You correct him?”

James waves a hand, “We’ve been together since we were kids, I’m more than allowed.”

Remus nods. James had grown up here. He tried to imagine a younger version of the boy he’d met last night playing with a servant boy. He frowned.

“Why so curious all of a sudden?”

Remus blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, “What?”

“You’ve never asked about Sirius before.”

“Oh.” Remus shifted in his chair, “I. I just- I…” For the life of him, he couldn’t think of something to say. With James still looking at him so curiously, his shoulders deflated and he sighed, “I met him. Last night.”

James’ eyebrows raised to his hairline, “Really? How?”

“I was doing the fires in the West Parlor and he walked in—I think he’d been walking all night… And- and then I burned his hand.” Remus finished miserably.

You burned his hand? With tea?”

Remus blinked, “What? No. He took it upon himself to show me how to do my job,” fresh annoyance bloomed in Remus’ chest, “and I forgot to shut the gate. Then I took him down hear and wrapped it for him-“

“Jesus, he didn’t mention any of this.” James laughed.

Remus stuttered for a moment, willing the disappointment that closed in, snuffing out the annoyance to dissipate. Why would he mention it? Sirius’ words echoed in his ears.

This is hardly a world affair

“Well. I-“ Remus huffed, “I just wondered what you thought. He started spewing all this shit about Roman myths and what the world was like and he practically assumed I didn’t have an education…” Not quite true, but Remus was suddenly a little furious at the prince. For depriving him of sleep, for the way he spoke, for the way he dressed, for everything he was. Everything he stood for. Everything Remus wasn’t.

James laughed again, shoving the last bit of cookie towards Remus, “Think you need this more than I do.”

“Shut up.” Remus fought the soft smile that played on his face.

James held his hands up in surrender and pushed back from the table, “Alright, alright. I’m going up. You need anything?”

Remus shook his head, “No, got most of everything done already. Just the fire. Might stay down here a while longer. Clean the counter… or something.”

James nodded, rapped his knuckles on the table twice, and set off for the stairs. Remus listened to his footsteps fade, and then leaned his elbows onto the table, head in his hands. He really should go to bed too. He’d had an even longer day than usual, but he was restless, mind working overdrive—annoyingly so.

Another set of footsteps approached from the main stairs leading to the house. He assumed it was a waiter, Peter maybe, and didn’t bother looking up, even when they stopped and hovered in the doorway.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Remus started so hard he banged his knee painfully into one of the pans hanging on a hook under the island. He spun, standing up and swaying slightly on his feet. He tried to ignore how hard his heart was racing at the sight he was met with, the person he had been thinking about since five this morning.

Sirius chewed on his lower lip before offering a small smile, “I keep doing that to you, I apologize.”

Remus finds himself unable to answer for a moment, eyes locked on stormy gray ones.

Sirius shifted uncomfortably, glancing downwards, and it is then that Remus realizes he’s holding his injured hand gingerly against his chest, the wrap he’d given him yesterday clumsily falling apart to reveal his knuckles, looking rubbed raw and worse off than before.

“I’m here fore further treatment.” He says matter of factly, spine straightening, “I’m afraid the pain has returned. Although I’m not sure it ever really left.”

Remus wanted to narrow his eyes at the tone. Sirius didn’t seem to be giving him an option in the matter. Instead, he sighed.

“Yes. Right. Um. Sit there.” He pushed the stool forward with his leg and busied himself with the honey and lemon like before, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel Sirius eyes on him. He took James’ seat, scooting it until he was close enough to rest Sirius’ hand on his knee, his knee that he realized too late was slotted rather snuggly between Sirius’ thighs. He cleared his throat, ignoring the heat that rose on his neck.

“You probably should have come sooner. The skin’s irritated now.”

“You’re the expert, you could’ve come to me.” Sirius pointed out.

“Right, okay, would that be before or after I was making your meals?”

He couldn’t help it. He slipped, the anger coming through. He didn’t look up to see it register in Sirius’ face. When Sirius didn’t retort, guilt started to set in. He rolled his neck a little, trying to stretch out his sore muscles, “Sorry.”

Sirius was silent for a moment longer, “It’s alright… You’re tired.”

Remus couldn’t help the slightly bitter laugh that escaped, “You’ve got that right. Didn’t sleep much last night.” No thanks to you.

“Oh.” Remus thinks he hears a small note of interest in his voice, surprise maybe, “Well. Hot water is relaxing. Might help. Maybe with some oils. Chamomile is-“

“That probably would help.” Remus interjected, only a little heatedly. He shouldn’t say it, he knows Sirius is just trying to help, maybe even make up for his snide comments if what James says about him is true, but he’s tired and confused and restless, “If we had hot water.”

He regrets the words the instant they’re out of his mouth. This time he does glance up at Sirius who, to his surprise, closed his eyes, a pained expression coming across his face. He breathed harshly out through his nose. Remus’ hands stills where they’re holding Sirius’ injured one.

“I don’t mean to do that, you know…”

And Remus’ heart speeds up a little. Because it sounds genuine enough. It’s sent racing when Sirius’ eyes blink back open slowly. He looks sorry, he really does.

“Yeah…I’m catching onto that I think.” Remus says softly.

Sirius’ teeth worry his bottom lip, “Yeah?”

Remus nodded, “Yeah.”

They stare at each other for a second longer, and Remus realizes with a start that his eyes have moved to his lips at the same time as Sirius clears his throat, glancing at the plate that was previously filled with walnut cookies. There’s still a bit of one, the bite Remus had never taken.

“I don’t suppose you’d have any more of those?” He asks timidly.

Remus looks down at Sirius’ hand, which is only half bandaged and tries to finish the job as quickly as he can, “Did you not just eat?”

“I skipped dessert. Hand hurt to bad. It’s really the least you could do since you were the cause of this…”

Remus jerks his head up, fully prepared to fucking bite Sirius’ head off, when he sees the smirk.

He rolls his eyes, not even bothering to feel off about it, and smirks back, “Yes, your highness.”

He’s surprised when Sirius’ face falls, and he looks down to his hand, retrieving it from Remus’ grasp quickly and cradling it back to his chest.

“Sirius.” Remus corrects himself quickly, and relief fills his chest when Sirius glances up once more, smile just beneath the surface, “And yeah, I think we have a few.”

New York // Part 2

omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. 
lotta love, xoxo -b

part 1 if you haven’t read it yet here 💗

I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.

Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out as well.

Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.

I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem to fade.

Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened up the fridge door. It was full of food.

But it was full of healthy food.

Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the house.

First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually, his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his waist as well.

Basically, he was a mess.  

I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too well.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.

Maybe a bit too quiet.

“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”

“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.

“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.

“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed. “The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”

“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed. I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”

“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my face because I finally got to see you after ages.”

“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to argue?”

“I’m not arguing-,”

“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”

A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with his eyes again.

“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to the empty yogurt box.

“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.  

“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and leave?”

“Listen, I’m sorry-,”


“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still. I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in the car.”

“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did nothing wrong.”

“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.

As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand there and let him be.

Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.

Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.

“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise on my arms.

“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”

“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.

“Well then in that case, you are my mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss on his lips.

He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.

“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I locked my arms around Harry’s neck.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk out of the kitchen.

We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each side of his waist.

“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.

Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.

“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”

“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to mention I’m performing a new song.”

“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.

He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me stuff.

“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”

“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking about the right one.

I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.

“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”

“I’m very happy to be here.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”

“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”

“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Um, yes?”

“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and eventually got off his lap.

My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.

“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as his head was still leaning on my shoulder.

muse-multiverse  asked:

DAI companions and advisers reacting to Teen!Lavellan post trespasser getting black out drunk after finding out that the elven religion is a big ass sham built on slavery and brainwashing? Especially the andrastian companions, to whom they ask "are you happy now?" (because I am a horrible horrible person :3)

Cassandra: The question cuts her to the core, and in that moment the Seeker cannot help but remember every time that she could have supported them –encouraged their beliefs rather than questioning their faith- and she feel sick. Was she so desperate for the Chantry to be salvageable and her mentor to be avenged that she was willing to cast her own Exalted March on their lives? The answer to that frightens her, but where that might once have caused her to lash out she instead holds her peace. At this young elf’s side she has learned patience and understanding, even against her instincts. And so she does not respond to the question as they expected, but simply folds them into a stilted hug.

“Who could find happiness in the face of such pain? I am sorry for all that you suffer, and will be with you through this as you stood beside me when my own faith was shaken.”

Varric: He’s by no means a Theologian, but no one in the Inquisition is better suited to handle misplaced drunken anger. It’s not a situation that can be handled with a story about Hawke or some tale from Kirkwall though, and so the dwarf grabs a pint of his own and sits next with a tired sigh.

“I walked away from the Stone, you know. Bartrand never really did, I don’t think, but it never mattered to me. It was part of Orzammar and the whole backwards way of life they have below the surface. The Maker and the Chantry…they were sort of trappings of surfacers and so I stepped into that at first. And…shit, I don’t know if the Maker is really there or not, but I’ve also never had to stand there and have someone I trusted tell me that he’s a murdering lunatic either.” He downs some of the alcohol and pats them on the shoulder. “I’m not happy about this, Kid. No one is. But you fixed our religious shit when it was broken, so we’ll do what we can to return the favor.”

Solas: While he’s not there in the aftermath, Solas felt their despair in the crossroads. Everything the Dalish had taught them is turning to ash before their eyes, and in truth a part of him weeps for the Da’len. For one so young they showed such wisdom and understanding, and to cause pain in what they had always trusted in brings him no joy. But it was for other young elves that he had made his choices in the first place, and he must follow through for them now. And yet the sight of them in pain and crushed will haunt him for many nights to come.

Vivienne: She is not, but the question does not offend her. The young elf before her has proven to be a true friend more than once, and despite their years she has always trusted them to make the best decisions. More importantly in this particular moment is the fact then when her world was falling apart –when Bastan was dying before her and nothing she was trying was going to work- they h right there for her. Fighting dangerous animals in dragon ridden territory for a mage whose believes are in contradiction to their own. But Madame de Fer has watched them grow from a young elf more frightened by their surroundings than they wanted to admit into a confident Inquisitor learning to navigate power and political turmoil like they were born to it.

But now they need someone who isn’t so deeply involved, and she has been made of iron for far longer than they have. “I am angry, darling. Angry for you, angry for what has happened. I will stand for you in this, even if you don’t want me to right now. None of us are happy for your suffering, my dear, but we will help you to make it right.”

Blackwall: Thom Ranier once stood on the side of a road in Orlais and lost faith in all he believed in, and now –decades later and hopefully wiser- it hurts to watch the same thing happen to a younger and far more innocent person. Their pain resonates with what he had felt when Gaspard betrayed everything he had fought for, when the Gray Wardens had crumbled beneath him. Bht there was no one to catch him then—he is standing both arms ready if they stumble.

“Never happy for that, lad/lass. But here for you, when you are ready to be again.”

Sera: The resulting argument is loud and painful and full of words that neither of them mean, but when the dust has settled and the wounds have healed the fight is the best thing that can happen. They might be far more elfier than she ever wants to be, but Sera has always cared about the little people. And right now, with only one hand and no sobriety and so much pain in them Sera can only see them as someone who needs a Red Jenny at their back.

“Nobs and gods and all doesn’t matter. We’re going to fix it, yeah? We fixed the sky and we can fix this.” And when the inquisitor finally breaks down it’s on her shoulder.

Dorian:  Maker how many times has this been him? Sitting in a tavern and too drunk to think or speak anything but exactly what is burning through him in that moment. And its more than he can bear. Lavellan probably doesn’t know what is going on before he is hugging them tight. He can’t stand to see them hurt, and quite honestly his faith has never been a huge part of his life. But he knows that they are hurting, and for the teen who has been strong enough to stand before Orlesians and Fereldens and Magister Halward fucking Pavus Dorian can find some strength to stand for them.

“Happy? No. But I am here for you, and whatever you need. You are so strong, and I am sure you can do this. I know you can.”

Iron Bull: He’s lucky enough to be spared the pained questions, but that means that all he is left with is grief. And if he has lost the Qun then Bull is right there. He knows exactly how he feels, exactly how it feels to have everything you believe destroyed through what you care about. And he would never trade the Chargers, he’s made that choice and will gladly live with it. But they are so young and so shaken, and all he wants to do is wrap them up like the Tamassran he truly is and take care of them.

“Easy, imekari. We can’t fix this right now, we can’t make this better. But we will.” And his bg hands are gentle as they rest on their shoulder, very subtly pushing the alcohol away.

Cole: “So much hurting and everything is gone, why would he do this why why why.” The pain is so much, and Cole doesn’t know how to stop it. But he sits with them and after awhile that’s enough.

Josephine: She just wants to hold them. Oh how many times has she said, out loud, that she thinks they are the Herald of Andraste or that it would be easier if they were the herald of Andraste? How many times has she not dismissed their beliefs, but simply forgot about them in the face of her other duties. They are younger than Yvette but already so burdened with responsibility and she could have been helping instead of making it worse.

She probably doesn’t say much and might have to leave to hide her ters, but the next morning the Inquisitor wakes up in a darkened room with everything needed for a hang over and a letter in Josephine’s hand outlying the first political steps needed to stop Solas and the promise of her total support.

Leliana: Its a hard question for the most Andrastian spy master who ever walked the earth. If she still truly believes that the Maker spoke to her during the Blight then she is, in a way, even more sympathetic to them. She knows what it is to face your gods and come out changed from it. And they are so young, younger even than the warden was. Her protective instincts are in full force, and it comes out in her answer.

“I am happy you came back. I am happy we have the chance to protect you now, when we couldn’t afford to before. I am so happy that you are safe. The rest can be fixed.”

Cullen: Maker’s breath where does he even start? How many times did he cry out to the Maker, to Andraste, to anyone he thought would hear him in Kinloch. For a long time he thought no one answered, though later he was able to accept that the Warden was very likely an answer to those. But while most Andrastians are raised from birth to believe that the Maker has turned his face from them he knows that the Dalish have different beliefs. And finding out that your gods are actually evil rather than locked away but general caring can’t be easy. Still…

“Happy that you aren’t actually the Herald of Andraste? Actually yes.” At their incredulous look he reddens and rubs his neck awkwardly. “It’s such a burden for one so young, and we know you don’t believe, so this means that you can finally just go back to beig you and have as normal a life as is–”

At that point the inquisitor is probably just holding onto them and blubbering because they haven’t had anyone really encourage them to give up the role, so he just awkwardly pats them on the back and starts to lead them to the door.

–Mod Fereldone

Coffee (Trimberly w/wingman Zack)

Zack knew something was up after Rita’s defeat. Kimberly and Trini had spent quite a bit of time together during training already, but Zack assumed it was because they were the ladies of the group. They must’ve had their own problems that only other girls could relate to, which is what Zack thought they talked about. Turns out, he was completely wrong. Since Rita was smacked into space, Trini and Kimberly had nearly stopped interacting altogether, even during training.

He saw the looks Trini gave Kimberly when she thought no one was looking. Ever since that night around the campfire, he knew that she was crushing hard. He also saw the way that Kimberly interacted with Trini. It was different than the guys, but most importantly, it was different than most other girls. She was always concerned about Trini and never hesitated to rush to her side, even during training. Not to mention the not-so-subtle touches during sparring. I suppose it’s time to step in.

“Hey, Kimberly,” Zack greeted the pink ranger. They took the same path to the ship, so he managed to catch her then. It was good since they would be alone during that time.

Kimberly turned to the black ranger jogging towards her. “Hey, Zack.”

“Ready for training?” he asked casually.

Kimberly shrugged. “I guess. We haven’t been taking anything too hard since Zordon said we would be safe for a little while longer.”

Zack smiled. “Come on now Princess, you can’t be bored already!”

She laughed and playfully shoved Zack off the path. “Shut up! If you tell Zordon or Alpha any of that, they’ll amp up the difficulty to nearly impossible.”

“True, true.”

They walked in amiable silence for a bit. Zack was trying to find the words for his plan. “Hey, so do you want to hang out tomorrow?”

Kimberly raised her eyebrow at him. “Um, sure? Why?”

Zack blushed. “I need some help with school. You’re a smart person and I understand you when you talk, so I was hoping you could help me catch up.” He rubbed the back of his head. He wasn’t exactly lying. He did need help, but he definitely wasn’t planning on making one of the rangers go out of their way to help him.

“Oh, yeah! Sure! I can do that. We could just meet after school. Where do you think we should go?”

“How’s the coffee shop by the school? It’s one of the only cafes not destroyed by Goldar.”

“Good idea. We could just meet at my car and I’ll take you after school.”

Zack gave a thumbs up. After that, they reached the ravine leading to the pit. Neither of them hesitated as they dropped off the edge towards the water at the bottom.

Alright. Halfway there.

Zack was sparring with Trini again that day. The others had left already, but Zack and Trini always stayed a bit later to practice more. Once again, Trini brought Zack down without breaking a sweat.

They laid on the ground of the Pit laughing. “I may be little, but I’m feisty!” Trini rolled onto her stomach to rest after the day.

Zack couldn’t agree more. As of yet, no one had beaten Trini one on one. Zack got close since he practiced so much with her, but in the end, she always took him down. 

“Damn! Not even close!”

“And you’re not gunna get close!”

The two friends just teased each other on the ground for a bit, neither really wanting to walk home just yet.

When they finally decided that it was time to head back, Zack popped the question. “Hey, I was wondering if you could help me tomorrow. I need to catch up on all the class that I missed.”

Trini immediately twisted her body to face Zack. Her face was full of suspicion. “You don’t need help. I’ve seen your grades. You’re caught up already.”

Tch. Should’ve expected that. “I know my grades are looking okay, but I really have no idea what’s going on. The school just kind of handed me some make-up work and let me off the hook since they know about my mom. No one really taught me anything. I’m just filling out random numbers and letters at this point.”

Trini nodded. “Alright. I’ll help you, but you’ll have to do something for me.”

Zack agreed instantly.

“I need you to stop lying. Why are we meeting tomorrow? I’ve seen you up at that train car remember? You had textbooks out all the time, so you’re not filling out random numbers and letters.”

Agh. WHY. “Ummmmm, I’m setting you up on a blind date.” Zack definitely didn’t want to risk lying again. He would just have to face the wrath of Trini if he did.

“… No.”



“I’ll buy you donuts.”

“… Okay, 30 minutes.”

Zack pumped his fist into the air. “Yes!”

“Little shit.”

Got the other half.

The next day, Zack texted Trini about where and when to meet him. The rangers went through school like any other day. The day flew by. Before Zack knew it, he was standing by Kimberly’s car, waiting for her to unlock it.

They left for the coffee shop as fast as they could to avoid the school parking lot traffic. When they got there, Zack chose a nice small table near the center of the cafe. It was nicely lit, but more importantly, it only fit 2 people.

Zack pulled out his books and papers as Kimberly ordered her drink. Zack didn’t want to spend anymore unnecessary money, so he passed. Kimberly sat down across from him, and pulled out some of her own stuff, telling Zack that they would just work together for the time being until she saw what he was struggling with.

She’d be a good tutor.

The cafe door’s bell rang about 5 minutes into working through interpreting One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Part 1. Zack could practically feel the murderous intent coming off of Trini before he even saw her. Apparently Kimberly must’ve felt it too since she turned around.

Her face immediately lit up, which in turn made Trini ease back the anger a bit. Zack stared down at his book, not wanting to look up at all. Trini approached the small table plastering a smile on.

Zack smirked as he finally pulled his head up. She is so going to kill me later.

“Hey, Crazy Girl!”


“Trini! What are you doing here?” Kimberly was smiling brightly.

“This is the only cafe that wasn’t destroyed by Goldar.”

The three of them giggled a little at that. “Well, thanks, Princess. I should probably head home to get my mom her medicine.”

Trini’s anger significantly died with that comment. Kimberly waved at him, not taking her eyes off of Trini. “See you, Zack. You wanna sit, Trini?” she wasted no time in asking. 

As Zack walked past Trini, he quietly slipped a couple bills into her hand. He whispered low enough for only her to here. “For the donuts. Why don’t you share with Princess over there?”

“Cheeky bastard,” she whispered back, smiling.

Zack fled the cafe as fast he could after that. Welp, that oughta do something.

Trini sat with Kim after Zack left. She felt her stomach flutter a bit. Why is her hair so perfect? There is no way she cut that herself.

The two chatted for a bit, laughing and gossiping like they were schoolgirls. “Wait here.”

Trini got up and went to the counter. She ordered some donuts using the money Zack just gave her. When they gave her the donuts, she made sure to grab two forks and a knife. Before she returned to the table, she cut the donuts up into pieces so that they could share like they did that day before Rita came.

When she got back to the table, Kimberly was looking up at her fondly, probably remembering the same thing Trini did.

Before Trini could take a seat, she was pulled down by the collar of her shirt. She felt lips press against hers. Cherry

When the lips left, she tried to chase after them, but a finger was put up to her mouth. “I am so sorry.” Trini’s heart sank. “I’ve just been wanting to do that for a really long time, so I just need a moment to revel in the fact that I managed to do it before you scream at me.”

Trini smiled, giving Kimberly the moment she asked for. “Okay, you can yell now,” Kimberly winced.

Instead, Trini pushed forward and roughly shoved her mouth past the finger in her way. She took in Kim’s scent as she tasted cherry once again. Kimberly yelped as she nearly fell backwards out of her chair.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat by the table. Trini looked up glaring at whoever decided to interrupt her long awaited kisses. Zack stood there smirking at the two girls practically sitting on each other.

“I forgot my book.” He reached under the chair and picked it up. Kimberly was blushing furiously, and tried to hide it by putting her face in the crook of Trini’s neck. Her shoulders were shaking with happy laughter. “Bye,” Zack bemusedly called as he left the cafe once again.

Kimberly whispered into Trini’s neck. “Cheeky bastard.”

The two of them laughed before another throat was cleared. Trini didn’t know where it came from, but she decided that it was best to tone down the PDA. She sat down in her seat, and ate the donuts with Kimberly. This time though, their hands were linked on the table.

Zack smiled knowingly at Kimberly the next day when she walked into school wearing a yellow beanie that looked an awful lot like Trini’s. 

Thank god. He thought right before his face was shoved into a locker by none other than Trini, who was blushing at the fact that Zack noticed the beanie. 

Zack laughed, shaking it off, and Trini just crossed her arms, turning her head away from him. “Thank you.”

Zack nodded, and they never mentioned it again.

Everyday that they didn’t have training, Kimberly would meet with Trini by her car after school and they’d head to the coffee shop, hands never parting. Of course, the rest of the boys noticed quickly that they were dating and congratulated them during training.

At the cafe, the girls would do what they do. Sometimes they would eat and do their work together in silence, just enjoying each others company. Sometimes they would talk about anything and everything, laughing and crying at the conversations.

Damn, I got lucky. Kimberly thought one day as she was watching Trini talk. She was rambling about this band that was coming to town to give a free concert as a sort of donation thing since the Goldar incident was still being resolved. 

Kimberly smiled inwardly, feeling the butterflies that she felt everytime she looked at the beauty before her. She didn’t think the butterflies would ever leave and she was absolutely okay with that.

She sipped at her drink. DAMN, I GOT LUCKY.

Fairy Tail Chapter 535 Review

Our cover page is of the Fantasia arc and it’s great. It’s simple but captures what the arc focused on, I was actually afraid that it do what the 4th anime opening did and just focus on Freed’s runes.

The chapter opens where we left off, with Lucy coated in darkness. It appears that she’s feeling extreme heat that’s related to Natsu’s fire. Now I do like this as it appears Lucy has become one with the organic link magic and now is connected to END. My only question is this is a book of Zeref, shouldn’t he be linked to this as well.

Happy. That’s stupid. There is no demon inside Natsu, Natsu is the demon. In fact here’s my main problem now is they keep talking about “saving Natsu” which I assumed meant they’re going to find a way to keep Natsu from dying when he kills Zeref. After all, Zeref dies, all demons die with him. But now it sounds like they are trying to remove the demon from his being, which doesn’t make sense as Natsu isn’t human to begin with.

Gray uses some forward thinking and cools Lucy’s body.

Cutting to Natsu vs Zeref the white. Umm Zeref just walk forward 3 inches. Like seriously you’re so close to Neo Eclipse, walk through it!

Zeref… HOW STUPID ARE YOU!? seriously, you just forgot the book that is the life force of your “beloved little brother” and you didn’t remember till now. Also so lets point out that again, JUST WALK THROUGH THE DOOR! None of this will matter!

As for Lucy falling into darkness, how do you know this? We’ve never seen anyone write in these books, in fact I bet you’ve never seen anyone write in these books. Where is this corruption thing coming from? This whole page is stupid.

You know Natsu you’re kinda being a dick right now. Like okay I can understand you thanking Lucy because you two are now linked. But you don’t actually seem to know that and are just going off of the events you experienced. I understand thanking Lucy and Happy as they saved your life. I understand Gray after that whole “Aren’t we friends?” thing. But you don’t thank Erza. I guess the panel is suppose to imply a thank you, but come on, you’re verbalizing Makarov and he did jack shit for you in this arc. Actually where’s Brandish? She was the one who saved your hide back when we thought you had cancer? Where’s her thank you? Porylusica the one who told Lucy how to save you, what about her thank you?

So the greatest power is friendship. I’ll try and contain my shock and awe.

We cut to Jellal trying to push in Acnologia.

Gee, It’s almost like fighting the guy who eats magic with a technique that coats your body in magic might be a bad idea.

Hey Erza! Why don’t you put on your heavenly body armor and help him. What? The movie came out I’m surprised Mashima is keeping himself from drawing it.

I do and I don’t like this scene. On the one hand it is incredibly debatable if what Jellal does in this series benefits Erza like he wants it to. But this moment actually feels right in doing “I must protect Erza” because the situation actually makes sense. The problem here is, not enough build up. With Jellal’s very high absence and the questionability of if what he does for Erza is actually good for her as he intends, this feels flat. What should feel like a big moment is kinda weakened. 

They Christina crashes and Jellal is now being crushed by Acnologia. Wow, it’s almost like this was stupid plan. Though knowing Fairy Tail, he’ll be okay.

Cutting back to Natsu vs Zeref. Where I am curious why your even bothering as we saw White Zeref is pretty much unbeatable and could probably just walk through the punches not caring. Hell we saw his extreme speed he used on Natsu.

But Zeref pushes back Natsu yelling at him about how Natsu is denying the world yadda yadda yadda but then Natsu seems to summon all his magic and turn it to flames. cool.

The Fight concludes with a clash of fire magic. (Hey look Zeref got Dark Regulus)

Umm Zeref won. We saw that demolition fist failed the first time, if it just turns out Natsu countered the attack he’s still screwed because he put everything behind that. Zeref also is immortal and can regenerate. This scene is cool but when you actually think about it, it’s really dumb.

Post Chapter follow up: This chapter was a breath fresh air. I’m not joking this has been one of the better fairy tail chapters in a while. That being said it’s not that great.

Positives first, I really like that Natsu is actually blaming himself,its something different and makes it feel like this arc actually has had an effect on him. I really wish he had more introspection on FT but I’ll take this.

Another on the plus side is Acnologia not falling to this dumbass plan of “push him in”. That is always a plus. Jellal’s scene would probably have been okay if it had more time to it.

I’ll even say it’s cool seeing Zeref use a fire magic. We’ve seen he can use flame magic but it’s always nice to have new spells.

Also the number one thing I give this chapter is it progressed the plot. For the last month and a half it has felt like the chapters have been meandering around with only moving the plot forward an eighth of an inch each week. It’s really nice to see some damn progress.

Now on to the negatives. There is also a fair amount stupid in this chapter. Zeref is just an idiot. I know shounen logic but come one, you are barely a foot away from what you want. I also kinda hate that Zeref just now realized his prized book is gone.

Another thing in the stupid category is the idea of making Natsu human. It doesn’t make sense given the fact he’s etherious by biology. I mean the fact this book exists pretty much shows he’ll never be human.

Also the ending. It is really cool but when you think about it and apply the logic of what happened two chapters ago, there is no way Natsu can win. But we’ll see.

Final Verdict: 6/10

  • Good progress
  • Decent pacing
  • Little to many stupid moments
Imagine #17 Peter Maximoff (Request)

Requested by @fragcc: Could you do a Peter x human reader? Like, they’d meet at library and become good friends bc they like the same stuff and then after some time they’d start dating and he’d confess to her that he’s a mutant but she doesn’t care bc it’s her love… =]

Originally posted by ahs-imagines

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Warnings: typos, fem!reader (though not necessarily, I think, I’m just not sure), SWEARS

A/N: So, I was in a really no-cheesy mood when I wrote this, I hope, y’all like it anyway! xoxo

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you muttered under your breath as your eyes fell on the empty space in the shelf, where your favourite book was supposed to be. Some idiot had been hogging it for the past two months and you had been counting the days until you would finally be able to read it again – for about the 56th time. And now here you were, on the day it was supposed to be back, in front of the shelf where it was supposed to be, and yet… Right at that moment, your glare could have killed a man.

And yes, you could have just bought a copy of your own, but that wasn’t, what this was about, you insisted. This was about order, structure. You wanted this copy and you wanted it now.

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