#I say this as someone who is more than okay with buff ladies

[featherandferns]

30 with fluff?

30. It's impossible to say no to you.

the horror film mentioned in this is honestly scarring (but really good). it's on netflix, called gerald's game. anyway! hope this is okay!

feel free to request! - prompt list

little mouse - prompt 30

To anyone – and I mean anyone – who asked, JJ would laugh at the idea that he’s scared of horror films.

‘Those things?’ he’d guffaw. ‘They’re a whole load of crap.’

He’d claim to sleep through them. To nap away the aggravating violin music as tension builds and sit rigid like a statue during jump-scares. The Pogues weren’t really huge movie buffs as it was. They preferred to spend their time doing things rather than sitting, even if that ‘doing’ was moving their elbow up and down to funnel beer down their throats. If they ever did flick on a film, it was usually some old action movie flick. James Bond, maybe. A good stoner film goes hard too. Occasionally JJ’d be forced along to the movie theatre with Pope to see a new Marvel or Star Wars installation. They weren’t particularly bad, just not really his scene. JJ and cinema weren’t exactly a common pairing.

So, when JJ met you on the beach one time after surfing, he didn’t peg you to be a big movie goer either. The more he got to know you, the more he imagined you’d perhaps be into indie coming-of-age things. There was an aura of innocence about you. A tangy sweetness to your personality, like a granny smith apple. Bright and bubbly. The best way he could describe you to someone who didn’t know you was to say you were ‘camp counsellor material’. Approachable, friendly and fun. The kind you’d want your mama to meet and the kind your pa would be proud of.

That’s why JJ more than gladly accepted your request to watch a movie together. He’d been harbouring a crush on you since the day he accidentally crashed into you on the waves (something the Pogues teased him for relentlessly) and the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with you was not something he was going to pass up. Like I said, JJ didn’t hate movies. He just didn’t map his time around watching them.

JJ rocks up to your house with a six pack of cider and a bag of strawberry whips. He tries to keep the giddy boyish joy at bay when you casually tell him that your parents were out for the night with your younger sister. He settles onto the spot on the sofa next to you, passing you a can, wondering whether you wanted to watch that indie flick he always has floating around on his tik-tok (Lady Bug, is it? Or Lady Boy?).

“What’re we watching then?” he asks.

You tap away on the remote. “Gerald’s Game.”

“Who?”

“It’s this Stephen King horror I’ve been dying to watch since I read the book,” you say, taking a sip of your drink.

JJ frowns. Horror? You? Nah. No way. “You like horror?”

You raise a brow at him. “You don’t?”

“Don’t you think they’re kinda cheesy?”

“Not when they’re done well. Like actually good horror that doesn’t rely on stupid jump scares and scary masks,” you say. “They’re like my favourite genre.”

JJ swallows his cider down as if he’s taking medicine. Watches as you track down the movie on Netflix and click play. The only thing that has his anxiety easing is when you cuddle into his side, crossing your feet over his, outstretched on the coffee table, as if it’s the most natural thing ever.

You see, when I said that JJ would laugh at anyone who asked if he was scared of horror films, I wasn’t lying. He would. He’d shrug it off. But in reality, JJ Maybank hates horror films. He’s scared shitless of them.

As the movie progresses, JJ feels himself feeling more and more sick with anxiety. This is awful. It’s eerie and creepy and too close to something that could actually happen that it makes him feel queasy. The worst part? You don’t even seem scared! Anyone would think you’re watching a nature documentary. He’s felt you shiver a couple of times during the jump scares, but nothing like how JJ was trying to keep himself from flying out of the seat.

When your hand begins stroking at his thigh, JJ has to keep from flinching, thinking it’s the eerie bloke in the corner of the screen somehow feeling him up. That’s to say, when he realises it’s you, he gladly pulls his attention from the television to find you already looking up at him. Making out with you is a great deal anyway, but even more so when it means JJ doesn’t have to watch the film. Coaxes you into his lap as he sensually licks into your mouth, grinning against your smile as you coil your arms around his neck like a tamed viper. Some childish giddiness lit up inside him as one thought sprints through his head, the moment you rock against him: I’m kissing my crush! I’m kissing my crush!

He couldn’t tell you why he does, but JJ half opens his eyes and, for some reason, glances to the screen of the television. The main character’s driving now, the light around her unnaturally orange and pink, and she seems frantic. Then, the fucking jump scare happens.

“Little mouse.”

JJ breaks apart from you with a far-from masculine screech. You practically fall off him in shock, tumbling back into your spot on the sofa. JJ’s chest is rising and falling like he’s narrowly dodged being ploughed by a car. You stare at him a moment, regard him, then start laughing.

“JJ, are you scared?” you chuckle.

He gapes at you. “How are you not? Have we been watching the same film?”

“It’s just a dumb horror. It isn’t real.”

“It could be.”

“What, are you planning on taking your abusive husband to some random country cottage and handcuffing yourself to the bed, then have him die on top of you from a Viagra overdose?”

JJ blinks at you. Is that what the film is about? Maybe you are watching different movies…

“It’s just a dumb horror,” you repeat with a laugh.

JJ shakes his head. Somewhat shy, he confesses, “I hate horror.”

“What? Why didn’t you say so? We could’ve watched something else,” you say, sitting up, smiling at him.

Shit, you’re so pretty. JJ smiles back.

“Didn’t wanna kill the vibe,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, cause throwing me off your lap isn’t killing the vibe,” you return in a flat tone.

JJ rolls his eyes and grabs at your waist, hauling you back atop of him, making the two of you snigger like wine-drunk teenagers. He kisses at your mouth a couple of times, bumping his forehead and nose against yours.

“You could’ve just said no to the movie. We’d have watched something else. Maybe Madagascar? Or Shrek?”

JJ ignores your teasing. Kisses you again. Grins when he feels you melt into him, sighing against his mouth.

“It’s impossible to say no to you,” he tells you privately. Because it’s true. And it remains true for the rest of the time you two date.

#jj #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj fic #jj drabble #jj maybank drabble #jj x reader drabble #jj maybank x reader drabble #drabbles #prompts #30 #fluff #obx #outer banks #obx drabbles #outer banks drabbles

[isatswap]

(full game isat spoiler (its technically act 3 but im not risking it))

Buddy Quest

TTOS version of Companion Quest (the mirabelle one)

(Isabeau is sitting here, looking at papers.)

Isabeau: Oh, h-hi, Loop! Do you need anything?

Loop: (Questions...)

"I actually forgot where everyone is..."

"Are you feeling fine?..."

"Nothing strange going on today?"

"So, which one will you pick?"

"Nah."

Isabeau: H-huh? What do you mean?...

(You point at his pile of papers.)

Isabeau: What- Isabeau: !!!!!!!!

(Isabeau suddenly seems flustered.)

Isabeau: UH Isabeau: UMMM

(Isabeau hides his face with his hands.)

Isabeau: gsfbdghkphowdoyouknoooooow.....

(!!!)

Loop: "Nononono sorry! I didn't mean to embarass you!" Loop: "You're choosing someone for something, right?" Loop: "And you seem very troubled by it, so i thought I could help!"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: sigh...You're older, so you must know more about this. Isabeau: You can help, I think, if you want....

(Older than him? Why is that relevant?)

Loop: "Yeah, I will help."

Isabeau: Thanks! Um!

(Isabeau finally reveals his face again and fixes his glasses.)

Isabeau: This might take some t-time... So, um... You can come back later if youre busy...

Loop:

"Yeah, I have time."

"I'll come back in a moment..."

Isabeau: Ok! Good!!! Isabeau: So, ummm.... Sit down next to me?

(You sit down.)

(Isabeau is looking nervously at his knees.) (He looks worried... Maybe you should take the lead.)

Loop: "So, uh...what are these papers about?"

Isabeau: OH! Um.... Isabeau: ...Bonding proposals?....

(??? Bonding???) (Like, the one where you stay with someone forever???) (Is Isabeau looking for someone to bond with???????)

Isabeau: No waitwaitwait uhhhhh thatsnotwhatimeaaant

(You can see Isabeau struggling to not hide his face again.)

Isabeau: Sorry.... It's more like.... dating? Dating profiles! That's the name for it! I'm not bonding with anyone yet....

(Dating? Wow that's so cute of him you need to know more like right now.) (Although.... You would've never guessed, you didn't think he would be interested in that.)

Isabeau: Before the Scary Lady did the... uh.... thing.... I decided i wanted to try...dating! Yeah! Isabeau: And so I asked a dating company, and they gave me a bunch of papers with people I could meet and date and then the attack on the House happened--

(Isabeau inhales sharply. Poor sod forgot to breathe.)

Isabeau: So, um, I decided to do it now! Since we have some time! Isabeau: But...um... it only just today dawned on me that its like... about staying with someone forever... so I probably need help with this.... Isabeau: Also I... need to stop thinking about tomorrow. I'd rather be stressed about choosing a date than... that...

(Oh. Okay!)

(Dating was never your forte, but you would like to help Isa distract himself from tomorrow. He seems to be most worried about it.)

Loop: "Let's have a look, then!"

Isabeau: Yeah! I have some profiles right here!

(Isabeau takes out a MASSIVE folder from under his jacket.)

(Was he carrying that throughout all his journey???)

Isabeau: Okay! So! We should take turns! You can go first and tell me what you think!

(You take a random profile from the stack. Its a buff, strong looking man.)

(Is that someone Isa would like?....)

Loop:

"He looks cool?"

"Meh."

"We have one of those already, teehee~"

Isabeau: What? Who--

(Isabeau suddenly stops and gets a bit flushed.)

Isabeau: Awww, Loop! Don't say that so suddenly! Isabeau: But uh. Yeah. I dont know if i want to date them...

(Not his type, then. Probably.)

Loop: "Got anyone more feminine looking?"

(Isabeau looks through the stack and takes out a file.)

Isabeau: Like her?

(The file depicts a gentle looking lady.)

Loop:

"Looks pretty?"

"(Shrug)"

"Looks like if Mira wasn't buff...."

Isabeau: Yeah, you're right, I guess.... don't know still, though....

(Another indecisive answer. You probably need to be more specific.)

Loop: "What kind of people are you into, anyway?"

Isabeau: Oh....um....I don't....think i have one? I just like people. Different kinds of people. Yeah. Isabeau: That doesn't help, does it?

(You nod.)

Isabeau: ...What kind of people do you like, Loop?

(Oh, that may help! Maybe he'll agree with you on some types and that's how you find out what he likes?)

(....Alas, nothing comes to mind. You've never actually considered dating.)

Isabeau: Oh, you're struggling too?.... Isabeau: sigh.... Isabeau: OK, Loop. I'm going to confess. Isabeau: I actually like quite a few people from the profiles I've seen, but... I'm just.... too overwhelmed by this. Isabeau: Dating...and then bonding... it's just scary to me!

(Well, that explains some things. But then...)

Loop: "If it scares you so much.... why are you doing it?"

Isabeau: Well....

Isabeau: I really, really believe in Change. Isabeau: And the belief requires Change! With a capital C! Always bettering yourself, becoming different in the process! Isabeau: A-and one of the things to help you change is doing something that you've never done before! That's part of the reason Houses offer so many classes, actually... Isabeau: And you know I really wanted to change, so I tried new things! They were often fun and fulfilling...but... Isabeau: You can't just have easy fun most of the time! You need to challenge yourself! To step out of the comfort zone, you know!

(Out of the comfort zone, huh....)

Loop: "And that's why you're trying out dating?"

Isabeau: Yeah... That's why I picked it! It's scary and unknown to me! Isabeau: And also romantic love is one of the best ways to attain Change! Because it brings you so much new experiences! And... Isabeau: And I have to do it to be a Housemaiden, right? I need to find someone to love, and then bond with them, and.... Isabeau: And sleep with them.... and... do stuff.....and...have children....

Loop: "What about that makes you scared?"

Isabeau: The fact that I don't know what kind of person I would want to be with! And such permanent change is scary! And what if they don't like me! Do I even like myself! I don't know! But I feel like a fraud for not wanting to do it like all others.... Isabeau: And I feel bad that I can't just be happy with change like this....

(Wow.)

(That's not easy to digest.)

(But what if...)

Loop: "Do you even have to change?..."

Isabeau: OF COURSE I DO, LOOP!!! Isabeau: And not only have, I need to! And I want to! Isabeau: I want to change myself! To be stronger, to be braver, to be less anxious, to be that person that anyone can rely upon! Isabeau: I want to be a good Housemaiden, too! I like helping people, I like learning new things, I like bettering myself.... But.... Isabeau: This means I have to date someone..... And it not like I wouldn't like it's just...... Isabeau: It feels like if I just forced myself it would help me. Help me change. Help me stop being..... this. Isabeau: Stop being so weak and indecisive and anxious and nerdy and.... and.... Isabeau: ....and I still can't do it! Even if I really want to Change myself, to become someone different, someone I would like to know, someone I would like to be.... I can't. Crabbing. Do this part. Isabeau: ....

(....)

(Huh! You never knew Isabeau felt like this about himself.)

(You knew he was an avid follower of Change, but.....)

(...)

Loop: "Well, I don't know about this dating thing...."

Loop: "But! I think you are already brave."

Isabeau: ....?

Loop: "You went on this whole quest, not knowing if you would succeed, persevering through all the challenges you faced, despite the fact that your adversary has, like, almost otherworldly power." Loop: "Just to save your country." Loop: "That is bravery."

Isabeau: .....

Loop: "And because of it...." Loop: "I don't doubt that you can Change to be the person you want to be."

Isabeau: .... Isabeau: You.... You are right! I can do it! I don't know why, but after you said it, it became much easier for me to think it as well! Isabeau: Heh, I really did need a fresh pair of eyes.... I-I mean, one eye, I guess? Sorry....

(You laugh a bit.)

(You know he didn't mean anything bad by this.)

(He would never.)

Isabeau: Hehehe! Isabeau: ..But, I'm.... I'm still afraid a bit..... Isabeau: What if I'll never be able to date? What if I'll never be able to change in that way? What if--

Loop: "Isa."

Isabeau: ...?

Loop: "Maybe you need to slow down?"

Isabeau: Huh....? What do you mean?

Loop: "This thing with dating it just.... Sounds like you are trying to do too much." Loop: "I'm not a Housemaiden myself as you would know, but...." Loop: "There must be other ways to change in a meaningful way without having to push yourself this hard, right?"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: ...Again, I don't know why, but after you've said it out loud it made me realise. Isabeau: I am doing too much! I don't really need to do this right this moment! Isabeau: I thought I needed to date to change myself to be someone I liked... Isabeau: But it's actually the reverse! I need to become someone I like to find out who I would want to date! Isabeau: Kinda put the cart before the horse here, haha....

Loop: "Yeah, you really need to..." Loop: "....hold your horses."

Isabeau: Yeah!!!!!!

(Isabeau lets out a hearty laugh.)

Isabeau: Haha... Isabeau: ...Are you Changed yourself, perchance?...

(....Oh.)

(....)

(You think about your starry skin.)

(....You don't remember.)

Loop: "No, teehee~"

Isabeau: Oh, nevermind. I just thought you might have went through something like this. Isabeau: In any case.... Isabeau: Thank you, Loop! Thank you so much for talking to me today! Isabeau: ....I need to think about this. And also about where should I put all these papers, hahah. You can go do your things, now.

(Isabeau smiles brightly at you.)

(You smile back with your eyes and go.)

#in stars and time #isat #isat au #ttos #in stars and time spoilers #im not too proud of this but whatever

[charliemwrites]

Okay this is the last Foxtrot ask/infodump for a bit (unless I get inspiration hehe)

But bro would be SO down bad for all of SpecGru. Castle because, well he's Castle - big buff tall man with endless patience (and stamina ;)) and who always seems to know what to say. Nikto because of the subtle touches I just KNOW he would give and speaking RUSSIAN??? Nova because she's just so pretty and Foxtrot is a sucker for nice pretty ladies who can (and will) kill someone. Last but not least Keegan because of the flirting and the deep voice and the nicknames.

And I'm genuinely just curious how Castle would react to finding Foxtrot just...asleep in his bed. Like he didn't mean to fall asleep in his Captain's bed but he went to his room to look for him and when he wasn't there, he just took a look around - he's practically still a puppy, you can't blame him for being curious. But he ended up making his way over to the bed and it just smelled so much like Castle (like safety - like home) so he just passes out, sprawled out like he owns it.

Oh Castle would be ridiculously charmed. If he could get away with it, he’d climb in with Foxtrot for a cuddle. Even if he doesn’t nap himself, having his boy resting close by is soothing to him. He loves nothing more than his team resting, recovering, being calm and peaceful.

[scottykarve]

About a month ago, I took a trip to Australia and met up with Ted while he was in the ward. I, against the instruction of the staff, recorded our interaction, but the audio was completely garbled. Gibberish to anyone but Ted and I, probably. Don’t use a spy pen from a happy meal if you plan to actually hear it back. Luckily, with my supreme memory assisted by what little I could hear, I was able to write out this thing. I guess transcribing audio logs is all tumblr’s good for? I wasn’t going to post it, but Ted was right, someone can probably make use of anything. So here, if this connects any dots, use it.

[Clicking sound, audio starts. Bitcrushed throughout, with intermittent loud plasticky sounds.]

Ted: Uh.

Me: Hi. Scott, um, karvingwood. Scott Kulver. I decoded the shit on the blog.

Ted: Right, right.. You- you’re American, though. How did you-?

Me: It was an expensive flight. Can I ask you some questions?

Ted: [pause, slightly incredulous huff] Slow down, I think I have some questions first? How did you find me? Why did you find me?

Me: Oh, easy, I asked the Star person on your tumblr. I needed to talk to you, so if I could just?- [the ‘wub wub’ sound paper makes when you flap it]

Ted: Fine, get on with it.

Me: Thanks. So, firstly- [pause, reading from notes I had] … Um, in ‘January’, the video doesn’t glitch when [hesitation] the Tall Guy’s around. What’s up with that?

Ted: I cou-

Me: Talk into the pen please.

Ted: Is that a mic-? ..eh, okay. I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t edit the video. Mmmaybe it had something to do with Virus? That was the first time I’d filmed meeting Him with the mask on. Maybe it interfered, or He just chose not to corrupt it.. Who knows.

Me: Okay, cool. Speaking of Virus, what is it like wearing, uh, him?

Ted: Like a buff in a video game. Invincibility or immunity or something. I don’t get tired, I don’t need to eat, I can be in His presence without feeling sick. It catches up when I take it off, but..

Me: When orr where did you get it?

[six seconds of silence]

Me: Oookay. New line of questions. When did you start seeing Ezra?

Ted: I was 18, so, uh.. God, must’ve been 2022? Early in the year. Kit recommended I ask to see her when I was getting diagnosed with depression. Said she was a great listener, stopped listening when they turned 20, for some reason, so they stopped going. Always felt like there might’ve been more to it. I wasn’t having the same issues, so I just.. kept seeing her.

Me: Kit.. I like the Murphys. Nice ride over.

Ted: Wh- you met them?

Me: Oh, yeah, Kit drove me here. Might see Freyja tonight. We saw a cat on the way, cute black one with just the biggest moon eyes. Reminded me of your little lady. Anyways,-

[quiet huff/sigh noise from Ted]

Me: -speaking of Ezra, [gesturing at arm] what’s the symbol been doing for you?

Ted: Fuck all, as far as I’m concerned. He shows up more frequently than I remember, but that’s probably just because the.. Yknow. Things keep on dropping. He’s like a vulture, just… showing up when something dies to take it.

Me: Mm. And your arm, how is it? Healing up?

Ted: It’s.. fine, I guess. The nurses replaced the bandages to make sure it can heal properly.

Me: Sick, good. That’d be a sweetass scar, but yknow. So the staff’s been treating you fine, I take it.

Ted: There’s a group of nurses I really don’t vibe with, but they keep their distance if I’m not alone.

Me: Makes sense. So, um, on the subject of bodies. [voice lowers] How did you start with the sacrifices?

Ted: [sound of chair scooting back] Jesus christ, say that any louder?

Me: Sorry.

Ted: [voice also lowers] …Look, I’m not going to give you advice on culty killing sprees or anything. The first one was an accident. Kind of. A bird. Swung at it, killed it, and when I found it in my suitcase of all places.. I offered it up, and He sure as shit showed up to take it.

Me: Mm. Has He showed up at all while you’ve been here?

Ted: Yeah, a few times. A few patients, uh.. [lowering voice again] A few nurses have died since I’ve been here. Not my work, I swear to god, but He’s taking them like they’re more sacrifices. Lucky me. There, um.. Three of them. Clearly not natural causes, either. One’s head was caved in, one had their throat slit, and.. And one was bleeding from the face. Something isn’t right here but if I can keep my head down I can get the fuck outta here. Last thing I need is to end up like them.

Me: I’d break you out if I could. [soft laugh]. Well, thanks for, um, your honesty. [chair scooting back sound] It was nice to meet you, Ted! [sound of notebook closing] I’m sure we’ll be-

[clicking sound, audio end]

#teds a great listener #would love to go back under less hospitalized conditions

[ilikedyourablogithere]

Going through the Abrahamic mythos for dislyte wishlist

like ya I usually just dismiss it cause all everyone is just going to say is jesus revives in three turns or lucifer... as a pretty man (game changing ideas I know)

but no... seeing as this is a more likely to happen than not since they're using demons for bosses now, let's make the list

starting with angels I want

Sandalphon

The Chief of the 7th Heaven

The one in charge of receiving prayers for God

And noticably described as tall which is saying alot seeing how angels can shapeshift. So dudes gotta be pretty big to be described as a tall angel

The 7th Heaven is where the angels that sing to god reside. So another singing esper with some sort of support

Legendary Creatures I'll pick the

Re'em

Described as unicorn, some sorta african bovine or a rhino. I say it'd make for a cool furry (I mean we don't have a rhino furry yet)

gigantic has strength very durable and a horn that can reach the sky. these things were mistake for mountians

a defender wind esper that works similar to Li Ao, where it removes characters from the field for a set number of turns

I can't really say I want a satan of all things but I guess I'll pick

Mastema

I mean according to the story he's not actively tempting human into doing evil so they go to hell and burn for all eternity. From his perspective he's just tempering humanity, giving out test, making them stronger...if someone can't hang and end up failing to meet up to standards well... well the bible doesn't tell stories about those people now do they?

A gimmick controller that extendeds buffs and debuffs

For fallen I'll pick

Eligor

mostly cause he's a knight with a horse so I imagine his esper would get some cool looking armor and some crazy design horse to ride which would be pretty cool

"discover hidden objects, kindle love and lust, knows the future of wars and how soldiers should meet, along with procuring the favor of lords, knights and other important people. He is apt for divination and the performance of spells to strategize one's life."

So wind support. basic attack has chance of ignoring defense. second kindles love where he shares hp and ultimate kindles lust damaging attackers. think alexa but in full metal armor

Okay for humans of note I pick

Deborah

mostly for that name (the inner DBZ nerd in me was reminded of debura) also I have no girl esper ideas on this list.

Anyways Deborah. The judge of Israel the "fiery woman"

had a part in the bible called "The Song of Deborah" which appearently may be on of the earliest hebrew poetry ( history is a trip amirite ). I think that's like 4 star esper worthy myself

and gonna be 100% I just want some hardass of a woman with a fire stand. just a lady who stays mad...and because she's an esper she gets fire powers.

Because I think that would be cool. the end

And ya I think that covers the bases for me. what about you guy? got anyone of your wishlist

#dislyte

[yin-yanglulu]

Public Displays Of Affection

Rating: General Audiences

Catagory: M/F

Fandom: Skylanders (Video Games)

Relationship: Cali/Flynn (Skylanders)

Characters: Cali (Skylanders), Flynn (Skylanders)

Additional Tags: Tooth-rotting Fluff & PDA (Public displays of affection)

It was yet another typical day at the Academy.

Flynn was busy helping out some of the new mechanics at the docks.

“Now what you’ll wanna do with that is-“ He said, explaining something to the mechanics.

Until someone was pulling him away by tugging his scarf and turned him around.

“Hm, who’s this dashing guy walking around the academy?” Cali asked him teasingly as she pulled at his scarf more.

“Heh, and who’s this gorgeous lady pulling at my scarf?” Flynn replied in a flirty manner.

“Wait let me try that again, ahem…hellooooooooo fuzzy~” Cali said in a somewhat deep voice, trying to intimidate Flynn’s flirting skills.

“That was pretty smooth, but that sounded nothing like me!” Flynn laughed.

“Just kidding!” Cali said

“Yeah, it’s not like we’re dating or anything!” Flynn chuckled.

They laughed for a minute.

“So, you wanna go to that Spanish place, they do enchiladas!” Flynn asked.

“Okay, but if we’re going then I gotta show off my Spanish speaking skills!” Cali replied.

“You can speak Spanish?”

“Wanna bet? Hermoso?” (Translation: Handsome)

“Heh, okay, that’s pretty good!”

“Do you know any Spanish?”

“No!”

One Week later…

Flynn was getting ready for the day.

Until he noticed his jacket was missing.

“Hey, has anyone seen my jacket?”

“Dad, have you seen any brown fuzzy pilot jackets around here?”

“I dunno, it’s your jacket kid!”

“Hey! What’s up!” Cali asked him.

Flynn noticed Cali was wearing his jacket.

“Aha! Looks like someone’s got my jacket!” He said.

“Hm, what about it?” She replied.

“Why’d you steal it?”

“I was really cold!”

“Heh, you could’ve just asked me to snuggle with you y’know!”

“I was going to, but I decided to be cute and steal your jacket!”

“Just because you’re my girlfriend doesn’t mean you get to steal my clothes” Flynn said jokingly.

“You could at least give it back!”

“But it’s so cozy and fluffy!”

“Heh, I’ll show you cozy and fluffy!” Flynn said as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Looks like I caught ya~” He said teasingly as he winked at her.

“Mm, fuzzy! I could practically fall asleep cuddling you!”

Cali gave him a small peck on the cheek.

They continued embracing for another moment.

Another Week Later…

Flynn was being questioned by a doctor that was visiting the academy.

“Name?”

“Flynn, or Captain Flynn as some people call me”

“Age?”

“Oh like uhhhhh…hey dad how old am I?”

“I dunno, I barely knew you when you were a kid! you don’t look older than 31!”

“I think I’m like 31 or something!”

“Job?”

“I work with the Skylanders, if that’s a job, if not than I’m obviously a pilot!”

“Are you married or do you have any kids or anything like that?”

“I have a girlfriend, names Cali, very smart, incredibly talented, absolutely stunning, I love her a lot, we’re in a very loving relationship, we aren’t married and we’re a long while away from having kids, so yeah, I only have a girlfriend!”

“And finally, would you say you’re somewhat healthy?”

“Yeah, I mean…I didn’t spend years getting pretty buff to-“

“He’s pretty strong for a guy who mostly lives off enchiladas!”

“Heh, there’s Cali!”

Flynn pulled her close to him, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“That’s all I needed, thanks!”

The doctor walked away from them.

“Looks like you did pretty well there, huh flyboy!”

“Yeah, I love you!”

“A little off topic but sure, I love you too!”

Flynn pulled her in again as she tugged at his jacket, this time for a kiss.

“Heh, nice to see how you two young lovebirds show your affection!”

“Really dad? Interrupting another beautiful moment between us?”

“It’s what I gotta do, haha!”

They all laughed for a moment, Flynn and Cali went in for a kiss again afterwards as Buzz walked away.

The End…

#skylanders #calynn #lulu’s fics

[shuunnico]

She Hulk

I don’t get people saying She Hulk needs to be as jacked as Banner. Jennifer isn’t just Hulk 2.0.

Now, yes, this is the MCU so comics continuity doesn’t mean much, but since the comics are all we can draw upon:

In the comics, Jennifer Walters is a small, shy, unassuming woman who works in law. After she gets a blood transfusion from Bruce, she becomes a gamma mutant like her cousin.

Gamma mutants are not just variations on Hulk. The mutation reflects the psychology of the person involved, in particular their subconscious desires and inner self.

Bruce Banner had a lot of repressed anger and rage simmering under the surface before he became The Hulk. When he was dosed with gamma radiation, his desire to express that anger exploded and he became The Hulk; the monster is a reflection of what Banner wanted in some way, deep down inside.

The Hulk-Variants; Cho and Ross, look like Hulk because they desire, on some level, to BE Banner. And so this power manifests as appearing Hulk-like.

The Leader didn’t become a hulking monster. Samuel Sterns had an inferiority complex and yearned to stand above his much smarter brother. This mutated him into the hyper-intelligent, big headed villain we see now.

Leonard Samson always wanted to be a superhero. So when he was dosed with gamma radiation, he basically became a super-soldier with green hair. And Gieger, another gamma mutant, basically manifested as a female version of Samson, given her contact with him.

The TLDR is if you think being dosed with gamma radiation is supposed to make you a muscle-bound hulk, then you’re incorrect. It can, but it can just as likely not. It depends on the person.

She Hulk is Jennifer’s idealized self. She’s confident, powerful and outgoing, in contrast to who she was before. That’s what the mutation turned her into. And that’s reflected in her design, where she’s conventionally attractive and fit.

That was She Hulk’s design for decades, nearly her entire run. Recently they attempted to subvert this by turning Jennifer into just a female Hulk monster and the change was reviled. Not only was Jennifer not a replacement for Banner, the character had decades of history that was ignored to facilitate it. It’s telling that She Hulk is now back to her traditional design.

People who wanted a jacked Jennifer just don’t understand what is going on with the character. She’s not supposed to be built like Banner.

Still not watching the show though. It’s probably going to be terrible and the CGI is uncanny valley as heck.

#MCU #She Hulk #Jennifer Walters #I say this as someone who is more than okay with buff ladies

[embearsilly]

Hello! Call me Anarchy Anon! Take your time with this please. Can you maybe do a c! SBI + platonic husbands that are all exploring the nether and they find "The NetherVoid" Also find the "Quartress" Then Tommy drags Tubbo and Ranboo to the "Quartress" to steal stuff, but Blaze Empress reader caches them and about to send blaze guards, but Philza (first one to realize the trio was gone) stopped reader and reader recognized Phil [because he is a old and good friend of hers] {Season 4 Lore}

Don’t Steal From The Empress

Ooooooooh, this is such a cool idea! Also, hello new anon, could I have your pronouns please! I changed it up a bit. Hope its to your liking.

Pronouns - She/her

Warnings - slight explicit language, small mention of nsfw (just saying that someone got busy and nothing else)

The sickening humid air flowed around the crimson dimension. The heat is almost unbearable unless you are used to it.

Loud footsteps rang out around the blonde as he ran through the large nether fortress, two pairs following close behind.

“Tommy! Wait up!” The ram hybrid called after the blonde haired boy. Ranboo followed after the two, close behind his husband, Tubbo.

The blonde skillfully weaved around the monsters which roamed the hall of the fortress, the other two struggling to keep up.

After around a few minutes of non-stop running the blonde boy finally came to a halt. Tubbo was the first to reach Tommy while Ranboo was huffing and puffing behind them, trying to catch his breath.

“Tommy,” Tubbo paused, letting out a huge breath of air before he continued, “where are we going.”

The blonde gave the hybrid his signature innit grin before he began to speak, “Well yesterday I was exploring the nether void and was messing around when I found something that was almost as cool as a big man here.”

Tommy began to mine away at the ground when all of a sudden he dropped down into the abyss. Ranboo let out a gasp while Tubbo looked down the hole noticing the boy falling onto a white thing down below. Tubbo glanced at Ranboo before jumping in, Ranboo following after.

When they soon were greeted with a large white fortress which they fell on top of, no it was more castle than a fortress. It’s quartz walls stood around thirty blocks tall, a tower on each corner. In the center of it stood a large castle with towers on all corners of that as well. In front of them was a beautifully crafted bridge that hung over the lava.

The two husbands looked on in awe at the castle, I mean they had seen amazing builds before but nothing like this, it was marvelous.

“What, who's is it?” Questioned the enderman. Tommy shrugged his shoulders and continued down the path leading towards the kingdom.

Tubbo noted the two guards standing at the entrance of the large doors, they were tall and looked buff.

“Tommy don’t you think this might be a tad bit dangerous,” Ranboo’s  tail flicked from side to side as he continued, “I mean what if these people aren’t friendly, we might be killed.”

Tommy let out an annoyed huff, “Has that ever stopped me before?” he questioned.

“Look, I have a plan! We sneak in there, find some shiny things, borrow them and get out of there.” Tubbo raised a brow at the ‘borrow’ part.

“Are you going to be returning what you ‘borrowed’.” Tubbo air quoted when he spoke.

“No."

“Then that’s not borrowing. It’s stealing Tommy.” Tommy rolled his eyes and glanced at the guards.

“Look, I promise nothing bad is going to happen, okay? We get I and then we get out! kapeesh?”

Ranboo and Tubbo glanced at each other, going with what the other would say.

“Okay, we're in.” Tommy pumped his fist in the air. “Let’s goooooo.”

Tommy struggled against the grip of the guard, he was much shorter than them.

“Let go of us, and we won’t tell the great Technoblade about this!” The guard only let out a small chuckle as he led Tommy to a larger room.

Behind Tommy was Ranboo and Tubbo who were being forced to go the same way as he was going.

Ranboo was panicking, his heart beat picking up to high speeds. Tubbo placed his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder, “Everything is going to be okay."

They were led into a large room, which Ranboo believed to be the throne room possibly due to the large throne which stood at the end of the room.

As they made it down the hall Ranboo began to make out the person sitting on the throne.

She stood around nine feet tall, maybe taller than that. Around her were 3 pairs of arms on either side of her, they weren’t attached to her body which made Ranboo wonder how she could move them. Around her arms were the regular blaze rods which circled around her.

Her crown looked like antlers; it was a crimson red. She was a sight to behold. Her dress.

Standing beside her throne were two guards, the one on her right had their mouth gaped open and the one on her left had a smile on their face, they stood around 9 feet.

The woman narrowed her eyes when she spotted the boys coming down the hall, standing up to her full height. She was actually thirteen feet tall, making her tower over the enderman and the others.

When they finally came to a stop the four guards kneeled in front of the empress. She glared at the three boys before drifting over to them.

Ranboo stared in awe when he made eye contact with her, she snarled, "I didn’t think that the Ender King would send one of his own kin to die, oh wait I forgot he already did that to every single one of his subjects, now the only ones left live in the overworld and here in the nether. He was too greedy, he wanted every biome and dimension in his world, he instead fucked it all up and caused a mass extinction.” her voice echoed around them.

“You talk too much, woman.” She narrowed her eyes at the blonde and growled, “You were caught stealing, and I do not-"

“We weren’t stealing, we were just borrowing.” The Empress let out a thunderous laugh.

“A thief and a liar, now what I was about to say, thieves in my kingdom are given the penalty of death.” Ranboo’s heart stopped.

“Now how would-“ she was interrupted by a loud voice, “Y/n! Stop!” The empress lifted her head trying to locate the source of the voice, when she saw it.

“Philza Minecraft,” she called out, he flew down the hall and landed in front of her, bowing his head in respect.

Phil had been brewing some potions with Techno when he noticed something was off.

“Techno. Does something seem a tad bit off to you mate?” Techno paused for a moment before shaking his head no.

“I think today has turned out to be a good day though, its been a while since we’ve had one of those.” Phil nodded before returning to brewing.

All of a sudden he let out a loud gasp making the pigeon hybrid jump slightly.

“The boys!”

“Y/n L/n, s’been a while.” he let out a small chuckle. He glanced at the boys shooting them a ‘we’ll talk when we get home’ look.

“We can talk in a few moments. I'm in the middle of something if you can’t see.” she glanced back at the boys.

Phil put his hands up in front of him, ��Yeah, I noticed, but I have to interrupt you with this. I can’t let you execute them,” he let out a loud huff, “they’re mine."

The empress raised a brow, “They are your kids, I would have never known, I mean the blonde here shows no manners, and is a liar. The next one here is a ram hybrid and the other an enderman hybrid.”

“Yes, yes I know. The blonde is my son, the other two are his friends.” She let out a small chuckle, “For a moment I thought you had a way with the ladies."

“I must apologize for the three of them, if you may spare them and punish them some other way.” She raised a brow and let out a sigh.

“As long as they return what they have stolen and apologize, I will give them no punishment.” The blonde cringed slightly at the thought of apologizing to her.

The other two apologized right away while it took Tommy a bit more to get himself to apologize.

“Thank you Y/n,” Phil dipped his head for her. “We will meet again soon.” she nods a goodbye before taking her place on her throne once more.

Once they had been escorted out of the kingdom Phil had smacked all three of them on the back of the head. “What were you idiots thinking.” he placed his hand on his head, “My god you three could’ve died if I didn’t show up.”

“We had it under control.” The blonde whined, “No we didn’t.” the other two said in unison."

“You guys are supposed to have my back on these kinds of things.” Tommy let out an annoyed huff.

Let's just say that they were all grounded.

#SBI #Tommyinnit #Tommy #WIlbur Soot #WIlbur #Technoblade #myct #dsmp #dream smp #sbi x reader #sbi x you #sbi x y/n #Sleepy bois inc #Sleepy bois inc au #sleepy bois inc x reader #Tommyinnit x reader #Tommy x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x sibling reader #tommy x you #platonic dream smp x reader #platonic ranboo #Ranboo #dream smp reader insert #dream journal #dreamsmp #dream smp x y/n #dream smp headcannon #dream smp x reader

[hikarimiyanaga]

The Dimitrescu ladies reacting to their S/O who is a vampire but stronger and faster than them.

A/N : I'm also in love with Maggie Robertson now. The Dimitrescu VAs are just amazing.

Also, buff ladies can crush me and I would thank them.

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You work out. It doesn't affect your body physically since you're an immortal vampire but it's fun to do so you do it once in a while. It also helps you to sleep better at night when you're exhausted so.

The first time Alcina sees you doing push-ups she had to do a double take. Was that really you or was she just hallucinating? She never knew that you worked out?

She got her opera glasses and looked again and nope, it was you.

She knew you had muscles, of course she does, she always revel in them when you two finish making love but this is different.

You were wearing a tank top and god can she see your arm muscles just glistening in sweat. It made her gulp. And don't tell anyone but she was too distracted to even answer Miranda's call. She was scolded later.

Ever since then, whenever you work out, she's in her room and just stares at you with her opera glasses. You don't notice at all since you always try to focus one thing at a time.

And when Daniela discovers you pushing up, the girl squeals. You and Alcina look at her and she was just so excited. She raves on about your muscles.

You chuckle and ask if Daniela wants to be on your back while you do push-ups. Daniela squeals again and agrees. She gets on your back and you note that she seems lighter (she's made of bugs) for her height but you shake it off and continue your work-out.

Alcina's jaw drops because she knew you were strong but damn.

Later that night, Alcina traces your arms and you hum in content as you hug her and you fall asleep together.

Bela Dimitrescu

You and Bela decided to hunt for the night without Cassandra and Daniela. You love your sisters-in-law but damn can they be so rambunctious.

With just you and Bela, it was quiet and you can take time to hunt. It was also turned into a spontaneous date.

It was you who spotted a maiden an hour into the hunt. You pointed the maiden out and Bela smiles. She was about to stand from your date spot but you were faster.

In just a blink, you were already upon the maiden and has incapacitated her.

You smile as you carry the bound maiden to your girlfriend who just stares at you.

She never knew you were this fast!? Granted, she has never seen you hunt despite going on hunts with them.

You were just there for support. You wanted them to have all the fun and you were the carrier of bodies.

You poke Bela who snaps out of her daze. She blinks at you and you tilt your head.

"You okay, my love?" You ask Bela who just nods at you. You hum and take her hand as you lead the way back to the castle.

Let's just say that that Night, she didn't let you sleep at all. And you were too happy to complain.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cass is fast and cruel. Oddly enough, that was one of the reasons you were drawn to her.

The way that she just plays with her prey just makes you laugh. She has new ideas everytime you two go on a hunt that Bela scolds her for.

One time, she has this grand idea to let you take the maiden. She has two reasons. One, she has never seen you hunt down a maiden before. Two, she wanted to see how you would do it.

You tried to back out since you haven't hunt in such a long time but she insisted since there were only the two of you.

You sigh and comply to her request. You crack your neck and stretch your body. You turn to her with bloodshot eyes and smirk.

She has never seen you with such confidence and she gulps.

You run towards a maiden and quickly get her heart. You patch up the body to make sure that the blood gets collected. You smile as another maiden's scent goes through your nose. You go ahead and hunt that one too.

Cassandra blinks at your hunting style. She was fast but damn were you faster and more precise.

Before you knew it, you had already hunted down three maidens. All in the same manner. Heart out and blood in.

You carried all of their bodies to Cassandra who gulps at you.

"You ready to go back, Cass?" You ask her and she gulps as she sees the still glistening blood from your hands. She holds your hand and lick the blood which made you smile.

You abandon the bodies for a second and push her against a tree and smirk.

"Later Cass." You kiss her. "Prepare not to sleep." She nods and you pick up the bodies.

She follows you as you two go back to the castle.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is lounging around in her room with you when Karl called for you. He wanted someone to test a new creation of his.

Daniela didn't want you to go but you owed Karl a favor so you had to. She keeps pouting at you so you just invite her to tag-along.

You and Daniela arrive at Karl's factory and he immediately escorts Daniela out of the way. One of his creations come out and he introduces it. You sigh.

You always hated it when he's being dramatic.

You quickly dismantle his creation and Daniela's jaw drops. She knows how much of a pain Karl's creations can be, she had an unfortunate accident one time but damn. You were fast.

Another one comes out and you dismantle it again.

Karl complains this time and says that you have to actually test rather than just dismantle.

"Then make them faster and stronger! Damn it, I was enjoying time with Daniela!" You shout back and Daniela blushes.

A particularly big creation comes out and Karl curses as he scrambles to get it inside. It was incomplete and gone rouge.

You didn't mind though as it was the one who actually put up a fight with you. Daniela revels at your strength as you catch the creation's weapon with just one hand.

It took a minute but you also dismantled it. Karl is staring at you while you go to Daniela.

"You okay, sweetheart?" You ask her and she nods. You sigh in relief then turn to Karl.

"H-how did-" You cut him off with a shrug.

"It might be strong and big but it was too slow." You note and he sighs.

"Okay. Get back to the castle. I'll call you later." You hum then hold Daniela's hand as you two get back to the castle.

Daniela then proceeds to cuddle with you in her room so she could feel warm and safe.

A/N:

I wrote this on my phone so forgive me for any mistakes.

Thoughts and comments are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #Bela Dimitrescu x reader #Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader #Resident Evil #Re #Re fanfic #Resident Evil fanfic #Fem!Reader #resident evil village #Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

[midnightstar-90]

Thoughts~ Evan Buckley x Reader

Evan Buckley x Reader

A/N: I did decide to go back to season 2 Buck. Is it bad that I don't want to watch the season 4 final episode because I don't know if my boys are okay?

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Warnings: Implied sex (Kinda)

Summary: Buck and Y/N become friends after bumping into each other at a coffee shop. When Buck starts to feel the urge to have sex with his new friend, he chooses to spend less time with her. Y/N intends to find out why her new friend is ignoring her.

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Everything was going well for Y/N, the day she met Evan Buckley. Y/N had just moved from New York to Los Angeles. She is the new editor for Vogue magazine.

Before heading into work, Y/N walked from her flat to her local cafe, who in her opinion had the best cappuccinos. The walk really wasn't that long.

Y/N walked into the cafe. Noticing that the line wasn't that long, she entered it. As the girl waited, she looked at the menu to see if she would enjoy a nice pastry.

Her search for a quick breakfast was interrupted by a man bumping into her. The man was hot, buff, and he had a birthmark above his left eye.

Y/N's POV

The man looked up from his phone, after noticing that he bumped into her. "I am so sorry, ma'am. My girlfriend isn't in the country, so I am waiting on a call," the man said, embarrassed.

"No worries. I am actually new to Los Angeles. My name is Y/N," I hold my hand out.

"Evan Buckley. But, Everyone calls me Buck," he takes my hand with a smile.

I look at the menu, and Buck looks at me and says, "I don't know if you care, but I personally like the make your own breakfast burrito."

"Thank you," I turn to Buck and then back to the cashier. I am next in line. "Can I get a Carmel Cappucino and the Make-Your-Own Breakfast Burrito with bacon, egg, cheddar cheese, and hash browns, please," I tell the cashier.

The lady tells me my total. I go into my purse to get my card, but when I look up, the lady is already accepting a card from someone behind me.

I look at the person, and I see Buck. "I-i could have p-paid for that. You did not have to do that," I stuttered, surprised the man I just met paid for my meal.

"It's the least I could do for the new girl," Buck smiles.

The barista making my order, calls my name. I go to grab my order. As I start to leave, I turn back to the man. "This was fun. We should do this another time. You know what? Here is my number. Maybe you could give me a tour," I say, confidently.

Before Buck could even say anything, I'm already gone and heading to work.

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1 Month Later

Narrator's POV

"I don't know what to do Bobby," Buck says while sitting in the kitchen with his fire captain.

Bobby continues to make the team dinner, "Well, you can't ignore her forever. You did it with that Abby girl, so why can't you do it with this girl?"

Buck thanks about what Bobby just told him. He did do it with Abby, and she still hasn't called him back. 'Are we even still together?'

"Bobby, Abby hasn't called me back in 6 months. What if I tell her I like her, and she just leaves me like Abby," Buck asks, worried.

"Buck, if she runs away, that means she is not the one. You want to be with someone who stays, no matter how hard it gets," Bobby says, while puts the finishing touches on the food.

"Huh," Buck said, thinking.

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He had a lot to think about in so little time because Y/N was on his doorstep the next day.

Buck heard a loud knock at the door. Opening it he found Y/N with an angry look. "Y/N, what are you doing here? Are you ok?" Buck worriedly asks.

'Of course, she isn't okay. She has only been in LA for a month, and her only friend is already ignoring her.'

"You know, I really thought that you would be a great friend to have, but all you have proven yourself to be is a jerk..." Y/N rants, stomping into Abby's apartment.

Y/N continues to rant, but Buck stops her with the only way he knows. Buck lunges forward, and he kisses the agitated girl.

Y/N pulls away from the kiss, "So, you ignore me, and you think it's okay to kiss me? I thought you were different than most guys. You're just like them. All you care about is sex."

"Y/N, that is not what I meant. I meant that I like you. I like having you in my presence. A year ago, I would have been that man you described, but I have changed. I want a casual relationship. You know, nothing crazy until the 7th date type relationship," Buck holds his hands up in surrender.

All Y/N replies with is "Oh".

Buck laughs at the girl's confused/shocked face. He has never loved a girl more than Y/N, and he has only known this girl for a month.

"So, now that you know how I feel, will you go on a date with me," Buck asks sheepishly?

"I would love that, but if you ever use me, I will make sure you can't use any girl again," the woman threatens the man while hugging him.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna write an article about me," Buck jokes.

Y/N pulls back from the hug, still in his arms, and says"No, I have other ways to make you pay. Hopefully, I won't need to use my special talents on you."

"I plan to be the best boyfriend you can think of," leaving a kiss on your cheek.

Taglist: @mrspeacem1nusone

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[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

29 Oct. Suptober: Chrome chassis

Cas said to Dean gently, "We're all still getting our sea feet."

post 15x18 au: deancas

Two hundred bucks used was highway robbery. 

Dean was deliriously ecstatic to live unscripted and, in essence, off grid in a world that did him no particular strings-attached so-called favors. Chuck was dead, and the Impala had appalling fuel efficiency. So what. Baby was still his best girl, now and always, and Dean was not going to skimp on repairing her the best he could as she needed it.

But he was also not gonna pay two hundred dollars for a second-hand spindle, because he hadn't wrested his existence -- and everyone else's, you're welcome -- away from a murderous megalomaniac just to go broke trying to keep a car's wheel from falling off.

Roxanna, the parts lady, pouted. She'd been flirty earlier, laughing at his lame jokes and oozing southern hospitality. In earlier times, his flirting might've either gotten him laid or shivved, or both. He didn't mind playing the game; she was a sight easier to look at than the guy who usually worked the counter. 

(He was named something like Buff and had a confederate flag bumpersticker on his gas guzzler that wasn't even a classic, so fuck that guy anyway.) 

She crossed her arms over her chest and went a little mean behind the eyes when Dean asked if the prices were negotiable.

"Two hundred? You know I could buy a new one online for one fifty," he said in a reasonable tone.

"Nah," Roxanne said, unimpressed. Dean had yet to find someone in town who found Amazon to be an actual threat to their livelihood. "Already know of a customer who'll be willing to pay full price. And I don't need a sale that badly."

"That's too bad, then." Dean shook his head. "Thanks anyway."

He turned to leave and saw two more customers walk in, accompanied by the sound of the bells tied to the doorknob jingling.

Fitting, he thought, for a couple of angels. Well, angel plus half angel.

Jack had hit up the local ice cream shack. His cone was two scoops high and already starting to drip. He seemed entirely unperturbed about it.

Cas, surprisingly, had his own cone with two scoops. Dean had a fleeting thought that maybe that meant Cas's grace was on the fritz again, if food was starting to be more appealing to him.

They'd said-- Jack hadn't known, really, how many of his fixes would hold, or for how long. Chuck being gone was permanent. Everything else would evolve the way it was meant to as life on planet earth was tugged along through time and space and entropy. For the most part, Dean could cope with the knowledge that eventually, yes, everything and everyone died, as long as Chuck wasn't rigging the outcome. 

Life was a temporary arrangement.

Cas would be fine, or close enough, with whatever was happening. To his mind, most likely, if his grace was failing, so be it.

A vintage auto parts store was one of the least hospitable locations for a nervous breakdown Dean could think of. He ignored the miserable gloom in his brain that wanted to make sloppy roadkill of his psyche and waved.

He could feel Roxanne's eagle eyes on the back of his head like the laser sight of a sniper rifle.

"Hello, Roxanne," Cas said as he walked over. "How are your pumpkins doing?"

Dean turned and saw Roxanne's expression transformed. 

"Castiel, my Mammoth Gold weighed thirty-seven pounds last night," she said and slapped the countertop. She looked so excited Dean did a double-take.

Okay. Maybe she'd hadn't found Dean to be delectable even before he tried to talk her prices down from the rafters.

"That's wonderful," Cas said, smiling at her. 

Cas inherently liked people so much it sometimes still made Dean long for him even when he was standing right there.

Like he'd heard Dean's heart skip a beat, Cas reached for Dean's hand before saying to Roxanne, "I think you're going to do very well at the fair. Your commitment to your garden is commendable."

Roxanne gave Dean a canny little glance. "Well, thank you," she told Cas. "My daughter has been helping me water everyone, and turn them -- we had to buy another tarp. I'm thinking maybe we'll need to go ahead and put the Mammoth and the Big Max's on pallets soon. Got plenty of those in the back." She tipped her head in Dean's direction. "You know this lowballer?"

Cas squeezed Dean's hand. "This is my husband, Dean."

"Your husband Dean's something of a terrible flirt." Roxanne was clearly enjoying getting Dean in trouble. Those mean eyes of hers were bright with amusement.

"Oh yes," Cas agreed, earnest as Mr. Rogers. He chose this moment to give his ice cream cone to Dean. "It's peppermint."

Dean, flustered, said, "You don't like peppermint?"

Cas also gave him a patient look. "You do."

"Ohh," Dean said. Whew. He ate the first scoop in about five seconds.

"Mine's Superman," Jack said, wandering over. He noticed the multicolor trail of mediocre ice cream blobs he'd left behind him. "Sorry about that, Roxanne," he said, shoving his cone at Dean too and diving to wipe up his mess with a handful of napkins.

Dean loved his sweet kid, even if he did have sketchy taste in ice cream.

"No problem, you're still neater than Biff. Tracks freakin' grease in here every day, and it's even worse to deal with than those ditzes he dates," she said in a gossipy voice. "Now," she said to Cas, all business, "you called about a drop spindle that'd work for a '67 hardtop, and it turns out I still have exactly one in stock. It'll be $125 plus sales tax if you want it."

"Thank you, Roxanne, I do." Cas patted Dean on the arm as he crossed over the register end of the counter.

"Collusion," Dean said, between bites. "Betrayal."

"You kept saying you'd call and ask and then you never did. I took initiative," Cas said, eyebrow quirked.

"You could've just said, instead of letting me come in here like an idiot."

Dean handed Jack his cone; Jack also patted him on the arm, in sympathy, before resuming his ice cream consumption.

"Oh sweetheart, messing with you's been the best part of the day thus far. My wife'll bust a gut laughing when I tell her," Roxanne said after cackling for a moment.

Cas looked at Dean, apologetic and level in his gaze. 

The words 'my wife' sunk in rather more slowly than they should've. Dean blinked and knew he wasn't keeping the surprise off of his face completely.

"Your change," Roxanne said, giving Cas a couple of one dollar bills and some coins. "Be right back with the part."

Dean bit into his cone with a loud crunch and chewed pointedly at Cas. "Should I expect more life lessons from Professor Castiel in the coming days?" 

Cas walked over tucking his wallet back in his trench pocket and looked up at Dean from beneath his dark eyelashes. "Not unless you want one," he said.

The minty chill in Dean's mouth was no match for that soft deep voice; his whole body flashed hot as a blast furnace. "There is a child present," he said, stupefied and turned on in equal measure.

"We've decided I'm twenty-four," Jack said from over by a shelf of spark plugs. "You're cool, just leave me out of it."

"I'm trying to, buddy," Dean said somewhat helplessly.

Cas smiled with his wildly blue eyes. "It occurred to me that we live in a small enough part of the world that perhaps becoming, if not friends, then at least acquaintances with a few of the locals would be wise."

Dean crunched through the last of the cone and swallowed. "And you didn't think I'd be okay with that plan?"

"You've seemed reluctant to come into town much."

"Hey," Dean said, putting his hands on Cas's waist. "It isn't… I'm not ashamed about you. Or of us, in fact."

"Are you guys going to be this melodramatic and PDA-ish at the grocery store? If you are, tell me now so I can pretend not to be with you." Jack grinned and wandered into the floor mats section of the store.

Cas said to Dean gently, "We're all still getting our sea feet."

Dean paused. "Sea legs?"

"Ah. Yes. And." Cas blushed the smallest possible amount. "I know she's your car, but I am fond of the Impala. I can learn how to take care of her too." He gave Dean an imploring, irresistible look. "If you wanted to teach me how to help with some repairs."

"I love you so fucking much," Dean breathed. He dipped his head to kiss Cas on the mouth.

He wasn't going to live forever, but goddammit, he was going to be happy while he lasted.

#suptober21 #spn #deancas #fic #suptober #destiel

[loser-hub]

Demon Slayer general relationship headcannons. Warning: Mild warnings here and there but nothing serious. All characters are 18+ inherently!

Tanjiro.

Mainly, dating Tanjy is a two-in-one kind of deal.

Being around him so much also means you're around Nezuko and if she doesn't like you, well, it's not going to work.

Good for you she immediately takes a liking to you and I mean immediately and by liking I mean love.

She pops out of her box when he attempts to introduce you two and she's smitten immediately. Loves to sit in your lap and hug you, it happens every moment possible. Its a lap stack. You on Tanjiro's lap and Nezuko on yours. Its adorable and makes them happy they can keep you warm and make sure you're protected!

On yeah, about that, its scary how protective they are of you. Even if you are a Demon Slayer too and are more than capable of protecting yourself, its how they express their love for you! They want to be with you so they'll do whatever they can to ensure your safety!

Tanjiro is a very patient person, almost too patient, but if someone tests him he's terrifying. He's the textbook definition of be wary the wrath of a patient man.

Secretly a fan of matching or complimentary outfits so get ready for him to show up with a haori that matches with theirs! Pink checkers or green florals all the way!

Zenitsu.

We all know how this would begin.

Doesn't matter if you're a man, woman, it, or think you look horrible because this man will beg for your hand in marriage.

Grabbing your hand, on his knees, crying and begging for you to marry him before he dies a horrible death. He's not the most graceful or subtle man but you humor him. Does that dance behind you as he calls out your name over and over day and night, he's so happy someone finally agreed to his request he can't help but want to smother you in love!

He might be unreliable in combat until he passes out but that isn't the case in every other instance, he's got the ability to remember just about everything you say. From the date of your birth, your favorite color, and everything you love and hate. Pops on in at random times to give you thing's he's "found".

Zenitsu totally has a fear of lightning storms, the booming thunder and trembling lightning has him running to you whenever one shows up. Frankly any random, loud sound makes him hide himself behind you. It would be quite if it wasn't for the fact that generally puts you in harms way. He'll apologize profusely once its all over and promise to not do it again but what happens the next time? He's cowering behind you.

Its quite the whiplash when he does faint and his other, more capable, romantic personality comes out. Saves you, gives you a smirk, and sweeps you off your feet. Quite literally and takes you somewhere safe. Which you get all the praise for when he wakes up, he bows down before you and kisses your feet as his way of praise. Crying as he thanks you for saving him.

He's a crybaby dumbass but at least he's your crybaby dumbass with a secret side. Now how to figure to get that out outside of him sleeping!

Inosuke.

Feral man has no idea what's going on most of the time so your presence would go right over his head.

When he did notice he couldn't understand the sudden feelings that gave him butterflies in his stomach, stupid bugs, how did they get in there?

You're the one person who he calls by the right name. Everyone else gets theirs messed up and butchered, but yours? He gets accurately. It baffles Tanjiro and Zenitsu when they hear the un-mumbled name that you were given at birth.

Competitive as fuck. Every little thing turns into who can do it better, even breathing, you're doing your normal tasks, chores or hobbies and he's next to you trying to outdo himself. It's quite endearing once you get past the shouting match. And when he claims he's superior and does everything better than you? He regrets it a little when he sees your face dip into gloominess. Though he quickly assumes it's because you want to go another round.

He doesn't understand, the poor boy.

It takes him being shouted at by Mr. Lightning Boi to finally get a grasp of the situation and even then its a vague, basic understanding at best. In his feral mindset is that you two aren't rivals, eternal competitors for him to gload over, but rather "mates". He chuckles his mad little laugh and dashes into the woods with his swords raised.

His return is late that evening, pulling a prey item he hunted himself and its dragged to you. No one else is allowed to touch it, much less eat it. That's yours and by extension his.

From that moment on his glued to your side and being uncharacteristically quiet, enjoying your presence as he comes to term that you're his mate. Whether you like it or not but you sigh in annoyance, all the little hints you've dropped and this is what he does? Sounds about right, don't you think?

Giyu.

Silent fury and annoyance.

He's so hard to read, he's the god of poker face. That hot, smoldering, poker face.

A bleeding heart and refuses to acknowledge it, he realized he had it when seeing Tanjiro for the first time in the snow, crying, begging and that's when he knew he was a softie.

Tries to ignore it to the best of his ability, tries to be stoic, stubborn hardass self but it gets harder and harder with you around.

Finds you so cute he can't function. Not like you'd ever know when he is or isn't functioning. He's too good at hiding it.

Really a low effort kind of guy.

Unless it's one of his stories then you have to beg him to shut up. Uses them as punishment.

And out of spite, sometimes he just likes hearing himself talk.

Really, truly can't handle seeing someone cry, especially if its someone he knows and cares about. Goes right to his soft side.

Especially if its you, in any way.

Seeing you cry because you got hurt to simply feeling to much and having it overflow always make him nervous, he's not used to consoling people so if and when he tries, it's less than stellar. Its the thought that counts right?

His guilty pleasure is having his hair brushed and played with. Have you seen it? Luscious but barely manageable being a Demon Hunter and all. When he returns to you after a mission, sit him down on the tatami mat, release his hair from the tie and brush it. Anything will do, a comb or your fingers though the latter is preferred since he lives for scalp massages. If he needs rest this is the most way to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

Yushiro.

Give yourself a medal to be the first person to actually get his attention away from Lady Tamayo.

He has tunnel vision for her that when he sees something that doesn't have to do with her is a miracle...or curse.

But now you have to deal with him following you around like a lost puppy.

Very tsundere at first...okay he's always tsundere but varying degrees depending on the state of your relationship.

Stalks you a bit too, hides behind trees and around corners, peeking around them to get a look at you and goes invisible when you look over your shoulder.

Wondering why he feels this way about you and he has to make sure you aren't a threat. Little does he know he falls a little more in love with you every time he sees you.

When you do interact, he's cold and distant. He buffs, crosses his arms and looks away...trying to hide the fact that when you smile at him his ears go red.

Finally, finally, after he stops his tip-toeing around you oh you're in for trouble. He's stepped up his game and he's more dedicated to you than he is to Tamayo.

Like most demons he's inherently over-protective and possessive so good luck talking with people aside from the patients at the secret clinic and if you have to go out, he's creating a parchment that protects you as well and of course not without him at your side as well.

Loves when you kiss his forehead or cheek, his favorites are Eskimo, he can give you affection and you don't taste the blood he has to consume!

Careful though that too many kisses does make him go into his tsundere mode.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer headcannons #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #giyu x reader #yushiro x reader #tanjiro headcannons #zenitsu headcannons #inosuke headcannons #giyu headcannons #yushiro headcannons #tw: fluff #tw: mild spice

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Larry Stylinson(1D) Fic Recs

sleeping on our problems by falsegoodnight

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down. There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word. His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

-

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

*A/B/O au, so soft and fluffy with just a dash of angst*

Foolishly, Completely Falling by dea_liberty

"Now that he’s actually gone and done it, there seems to be no way of going back - no rinse and repeat, no ctrl+alt+del, no abort button, no help to be had. He’s fallen into a black hole and he cannot seem to find a way out. The black hole is also known as Tumblr. More specifically, it’s known as Tumblr’s Larry Stylinson tag."

OR: The one where Louis becomes a Larry shipper by accident.

Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn

 "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

 The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

Promises We Made by thekindofworld

Its been five years since Harry and Louis broke up; they were seventeen and nineteen and it was messy to say the least. Cue Louis, who is worked off his feet making clothes for celebrities, Harry dropping his debut album, Niall who likes to avoid his insecurities by dragging Louis on Holiday, Zayn and Perrie as Louis' right hand stylists, and Liam who wishes Harry would just tell him about his ex-boyfriends before he contacts them about working for him.

Its either going to be a disaster, or the perfect timing they've all been waiting for.

*I’ve been very into fashion au lately*

but me, i’m not a gamble by orphan_account

A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they're both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season's worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.

Boys Fall From the Sky by fookinloosah

Superheroes. America is full of them — complete with masks, nauseating pseudonyms, and neon spandex suits. There’s none of that nonsense in Britain, thank you very much…until Harry Styles’ X Factor audition takes an unexpected turn, and Britain’s first hero is born.  

Also featuring Louis as a man of many masks, Zayn the rebel comic artist, Liam as Britain’s counter-attack to Justin Bieber, and Niall the trusty guitarist.

*I adore this fic, one my all time favorites*

The Last Something That Anything by jaded25

"You know my heart - so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this? So I’ll sing this song for every word that comes out wrong But I’ll be okay – is that what you want me to say?"

In the end, it's neither the fame or the pressure, nor Management or the constant hiding and denying that tears them apart. Or maybe it's a sum of all  and so much more on top. In the end, it's Harry.

When Harry leaves the band - leaves Louis - to pursue his dreams of a solo career, he breaks much more  than just One Direction. It's a gamble and a new start for each of the boys but while Harry walked away smiling, finally having got everything he apparently dreamt of, Louis is left to pick the pieces up.

Some hearts don't break even, some are simply shattered. So can you really learn to un-love someone?

*So deliciously angsty*

no pressure, no diamonds by karamelised

A life of crime means there is no nine to five, no white picket fence and definitely no happily ever after. In a life where lying gets you everywhere and stealing things becomes a sport, there is no place for romantic endings. Louis knows this, and so does Harry. Problem is, they're both wrong.

or

Louis is a thief, Harry a grifter. They are thrown together for a huge diamond heist in Paris, where their past soon catches up to them.

Blood Right by Evina1234

“Is that-him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red if not for him today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia had her eyes locked on the one in red garbs, as same as many around them. Clearly this must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “My... He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret. In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate. Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD 

*super intense, vampire au with political intrigue mixed in*

the one that leads me on through by colourexplosion

Louis was certain that he was done with his tenuous connection with fellow skater, Harry Styles. But then, you know, the universe throws a wrench in all that when Simon takes Harry on for the next season.

Or, an AU in which the members of one direction are actually figure skaters.

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.  

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - prelude

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: it’s short but sweet, hope you enjoy the beginning of this story. much love xx

NEXT CHAPTER

James Barnes was officially retired.

Well, not retired as one would think retired. He wasn’t going to quit his working life and rent a nice beach house, he was just leaving the Avengers. There was no reason other than he was tired, he was tired of doing the same exact job he had mindlessly done for years. However, he was not ready to just sit down and live out of how much he had left while life passed him by but he also didn’t want to train any SHIELD recruits. It had been Steve who suggested he do some sort of privacy or security job and that job had come sooner than he thought, at least the opportunity had arrived sooner than believed.

Y/N was an upcoming actress in the New York scene. She had started in musical theatre and was already a rather establish performer when she got her first movie role, it had been a minor one but it was enough to catch the attention of casting agents who offered her the most sought after role in the whole industry. It had been her agency who reached out to SHIELD, asking if any of their recruits would like to interview for the job, worried that her new found fame would attract the wrong kind of people, and, in Steve’s eyes, Bucky was the best fit. He was great at hand to hand combat, knew how to access the room and if there was a threat, he could easily eliminate it.

Steve had given him the rundown of Y/N, saying she would be an easy job as she was painfully shy and didn’t have much of a social life outside her personal inner group. Nevertheless, the agency wanted to interview everyone and so the former Winter Soldier was sat in a room, dressed in the only suit he had looking around at the other men.

They were mostly narcissistic, overconfident, fresh out of university gym buffs looking for a first easy job. All he could wear was them commenting on her appearance, something he had learned to tune out as he looked at everything else in the room. 

      - James Buchanan Barnes. - a perfectly polished suited woman with hair in a bun called out from a board. Bucky rose from his seat walking over to the woman, trying to look as less intimidating as possible. - Follow me.

He followed her into a more spacious room. It had windows from floor to ceiling giving a beautiful view of Manhattan where the offices were located. No matter how much time fled, the skyline was alone a sight to behold but the skyline didn’t hold a single candle to the woman standing next to it. 

      - Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. - she smiled at him, cheeks raising up as she walked up to shake his hand. - I just have a few questions, is that okay?

      - Miss Y/N is joking. She won’t be leading the interview. - the woman looked down on Y/N like a mother scolding a child and just like the child, she looked down at her shoes. - She’s here to assess it. 

      - Miss Y/N, I will answer any question you have. - he gave her a charming grin, making her bite the inside of her lip, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. 

      - Miss Olson, could I please just interview this candidate? - she looked over his shoulder to her assistant who had a tight smile on her face, the type of smile one would give when their way isn’t the one occurring. - Please, you can interview the other ones.

      - That is not according to protocol, Miss Y/N. I understand that in ... your type of environment rules with outsiders are a bit more lenient but we pride ourselves in protecting our clients. 

Bucky looked at the young woman standing in front of him, expecting to see some sort of rebel from what Hollywood was calling the next big thing but instead she just seemed ... almost ashamed. Eyes lowered down, hands playing with her own strands of hair as she played with the edges of the board. 

     - I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. Miss Y/N is new to the business. 

     - Excuse me, Miss Olson but I believe that if you’re looking for someone to protect your client she should be rather comfortable with them. How can she be comfortable with them if she’s not even allowed a question? I’m sorry but that’s not the sort of job I’m looking for. 

He walked to the door, surely Steve could find someone else he could bodyguard for. There were always several UN lawyers and presidents who he could bodyguard for, he remembered them being HYDRA’s favourite target. As he grabbed the parking ticket from the lady at the desk, the sound of fastened steps, clicking noises probably from heels removed him from the conversation with the secretary. 

    - Mr. Barnes. - Miss Olson sighed before pointing to the room he had just left, wide eyes looking up with parted lips and raised eyebrows. - You got the job. 

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[miraculousares]

Reflexes

A quick fic inspired by this gif set

Over the last three years of being Ladybug, Marinette had changed in several ways. The two most notable to those around her were both physical. One, she was buff. Like, she could beat Kim at wrestling kind of buff. When she wore bikinis to the beach with her friends, they'd all stare at her abs for a moment. Alya constantly asked her how she had gotten so ripped but never got a straight answer. It's not like Marinette could exactly say that she had gotten strong by fighting villains all day.

The other thing that had become most noticeable was her fighting skills. Few of her friends ever witnessed anything as fighting wasn't a super common civilian issue, but Alya saw her take down a mugger with one hand. Nobody really believed her when she told people about it - "Oh, sweet little Marinette couldn't hurt a fly," they often said - but she still made a note not to startle her or get on her bad side.

One of the most problematic changes that she'd made, though, was her fighting instincts. While it came in handy during fights with akumas, she often found herself judo-flipping her partner, Chat Noir, when he snuck up on her. The worst part was that he never learned to give her some warning, so it wasn't an uncommon occurrence to accidentally throw her best friend off of roofs. Of course, he was always okay. Not only did he have his staff and super-agility, but he'd learned to expect it. That only made her feel more guilty.

~ o n e  d a y ~

Ladybug leaned against the chimney of one of the several rooftops of Paris. She was looking down at her yoyo's screen, catching up on some fan emails, while she waited for her partner. Suddenly, she felt the sudden presence of someone behind her, a hand reaching toward her. Instinctively, she grabbed the wrist and slammed the attacker down on the ground in front of her. She kept the arm in her grasp and put a foot on the person's chest to hold them down. The laughter that followed registered before the face did. She immediately let go and took her foot off of the blonde and held down a hand to help him up. Once he was standing again, he worked to control his laughter.

"Stupid cat, I've told you over and over again not to sneak up on me like that! You know that I react like that to being startled," she grumbled, closing up her yoyo and attaching it to her hip.

"I know, I know. But it's kinda funny," he wiped a tear from his eye.

"It won't be so funny when you dull my reflexes and I get my miraculous stolen by a villain," she retorted, pushing him playfully but sternly on the shoulder.

"My lady, you could never be dull, not even your reflexes." His eyes shone with adoration and she rolled her eyes. She had to admit that his flirtiness had gotten a lot sweeter in the past few months as they got to know each other deeper and deeper.

"Yeah, whatever, kitty. Are you ready to go on patrol?"

"With you? Always."

The two leaped from the rooftop and began scanning the streets of Paris for any akumas or citizens in need of help. They helped an elderly woman gather the groceries that had fallen through a hole in her bag and helped prevent a traffic collision. As always, they stopped by the bench where Mr. Ramier sat with his pigeons and chatted with him, bringing him comfort. The man had gone through a lot of trauma, having been akumatized over 50 times. Finally, the sun began to set and they decided to call it a night.

~

Marinette stretched and yawned, extremely tired. As soon as they'd gotten home from patrol, they got an akuma alert and had stayed up until nearly 5 am fighting.

"I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day on only two hours of sleep," Marinette commented as she messily pulled her hair into her signature pigtails.

"You've got this, Marinette! I know you can do it!" Her kwami pressed against her cheek in a hug and the girl felt energized just from the affection from the small creature.

"Thanks, Tikki," she smiled. Then she opened her bag for her to fly into and headed for school.

"Hey, girl!" Alya called from across the courtyard. She was standing near the stairs talking to Nino. Marinette managed to jog over there and greeted her friends.

"Oh man, you look terrible," Nino commented. Alya jabbed him in the side. "I mean, you seem tired. You okay, dude?"

Marinette nodded. "Yeah, the noise from the akuma last night kept me up," she fibbed.

"Oh that's right, it was right over by the bakery, wasn't it? Did you see that villain though? Hawkmoth is really stepping up his game!" Alya continued to talk about the night's battle, giving Marinette a chance to zone out for a moment since she didn't need a rundown of the battle she'd fought. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She jumped and her instincts took over. She grabbed the wrist of the person behind her before they could even tighten their grip and threw them with a slam onto the ground a few feet in front of her. Then, she processed what had just happened and who she had just thrown. She rushed over to him and offered a hand to help him up.

"Oh my god! ARE YOU SORRY? I mean- I'm okay! I mean... uh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay, Adrien?" He stood up and stared at her in shock.

"I told you! I told you she was a damn ninja! Mylene owes me $10," Alya celebrated. But neither of the pair was paying any attention to her. Marinette was too lost trying to decipher Adrien's gaze and why he had yet to let go of her hand. The bell rang and students filtered out of the courtyard and into classrooms and eventually, the two were alone.

"I- ah, Adrien?" Marinette stammered, her face still a bright red but her thoughts more clouded by confusion than romance.

"I guess your reflexes haven't dulled yet," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. Marinette paused for a second, trying to figure out why the phrase sounded so familiar before it hit her.

"It won't be so funny when you dull my reflexes and I get my miraculous stolen by a villain."

"My lady, you could never be dull, not even your reflexes."

She felt her knees give out and she fell to the ground. Adrien quickly moved to kneel down beside her. She just stared at the blonde for a while, her eyes wide and brain moving at a thousand miles per minute.

"Chat... Chat Noir?" She finally pushed the words out of her lips, though they were a struggle. It felt impossible. Adrien was so different from Chat Noir. But, when she thought about it, it all made sense. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

"It's really you, buganette," he whispered into her hair, returning the embrace.

"My kitty."

#ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #mlb #fanfic #ladynoir #adrienette #ladynoir fic #adreinette fic

[booksarelife-stuff]

Gold Rush

Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans), Minor wolfstar

Word Count: 4856

Lily didn’t expect to be having these feelings for James when 7th year starts. Featuring a jealous and pining Lily. 

Read on AO3

When James caught her eye from across the Gryffindor table, she didn’t expect a fluttering feeling in her chest to blossom. 

Summer had been kind to him in ways that almost made Lily angry. He seemed to grow into his features. His cheeks had lost all the baby fat, making sharp cheekbones appear, and he had gotten new glasses that seemed to frame his face a lot better and highlight his hazel eyes. The dimple in his left cheek still made appearances when he smirked and god, his jawline was heavenly. His voice had also deepened to a nice even baritone that when Lily first heard it, it had taken a second to realize that James had spoken. 

Alarm bells started going off as he smiled at her. She quickly smiled and turned away, hiding the blush that was starting to form on her cheeks. 

She could not be thinking about James Potter like that. 

~~~

Lily hadn’t been particularly thrilled with having to share a living space with just him. It could be worse, as she had been expecting Remus and he wasn’t the tidiest. She had been in the boys’ dorm a few times and it was never messy, but Remus told her that it was because James cleaned it. 

It hadn’t been bad, besides the fluttering in her stomach when he walked in. 

Lily was reading a book on professional level charms, her legs stretched out on the sofa by the fireplace. The head dorm was nice and Lily wondered if it changed based on who were the heads that year because it resembled the Gryffindor common room closely, with more cushy furniture than necessary. 

She was about to turn the page when the bookcase that hid the entrance swung open. 

She hated the butterflies that formed in her stomach.

James stepped in, soaking from the rain. He had had Quidditch practice. 

“It’s raining horribly,” he said as a greeting. 

Lily opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. His hair was flat for once in his life and sticking to his forehead. He had a curl plastered on his forehead. His t-shirt was clinging to him. James wasn’t buff, but he was lean and his defined muscles were nothing to laugh at. 

“I swear I almost drowned in mid-air,” he said. “Is that even a thing?”

“No, I don’t believe so,” Lily said, turning away and looking at her book. He got out his wand and started charming himself dry. 

“Practice went okay otherwise,” he said, finally getting his shoes dry. 

“How’s the new seeker?” she asked, not looking at James as he flung himself into the sofa across from her. 

“Doing good. Just need to make a few improvements on her techniques,” he said. 

Lily spared a glance and wished she didn’t. His legs were spread out and his head threw back, exposing his neck. She hoped that he didn’t see her blush.  

“Who’s the first game against?” she asked. 

“Ravenclaw,” he said. “They got a strong keeper, but I don’t think they’ll be a problem. Hufflepuff has a great line up though and it has me a bit worried.”

“It’ll be fine. Gryffindor always pulls through,” she said. James laughed a little. 

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean I can’t try to eliminate a struggle,” he said. Lily looked up and saw he was looking at her. “I like it when I can crush them with little to no problems.”

Lily rolled her eyes. 

“I think a struggle is a better show of feat,” she replied. “Shows how you work under pressure.”

“Ah, but when there’s no struggle, it shows that we don’t have any weakness,” he said. 

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor,” Lily said.  James laughed and the butterflies in Lily’s stomach started up again. 

James asked about what she was reading and she found that she forgot about the anxiety that had started to surround her when he was near. He was easy to talk to, always had been when they weren’t intent on arguing for the sake of arguing. 

~~

When Lily joined in with James at the breakfast table of trying to throw sausages into Sirius’s mouth, that’s when she knew she had a problem. 

Lily was never one for rules, especially if they were unfair. She upheld the ones she agreed to, sometimes bent them when she saw fit, but the outward display of joining in the Marauders was crossing an invisible line. 

Lily didn’t see that line until Marlene pulled her aside after History of Magic and casted a silencing charm around them. 

“So when did you realize you’re head over heels for James?” she asked. Count on Marlene to always jump straight to the point.

Lily almost dropped her books. 

“What are you talking about?” she asked. 

Marlene rolled her blue eyes at Lily.

“Come off it,” she said. “It’s obvious. The Lily that despised him fifth year would never have spent the morning trying to break his sausage-throwing record or share your notes with him.”

Lily felt angry.

“Just because I’m being friendly doesn’t mean I like him!” she hissed. Marlene was unphased by Lily’s anger. 

“Oh Lily, don’t be upset. He’s fit as fuck and a decent guy,” she said. “I would be shocked if you didn’t!”

“You know how much I hate crushes,” Lily said, fighting the urge to stomp her foot like a child. “It’s pointless!”

Marlene laughed. 

“Sometimes, you can’t fight it,” she said. She waved her wand and the silencing charm around them faded. “Let’s get to lunch.”

Lily walked beside her in silence, fuming. 

There were a few reasons why Lily hated crushes. She hated how they painted the world in rose colored glasses, obscuring truths. She thought about the crush she had had on a 7th year Ravenclaw when she was in fifth year. 

Lily didn’t remember his name, just that she had tried many times to speak to him when they were at the library at the same time. Lily felt like she was flying every time she saw him, with every word he spoke to her.

Then came the bone-crush. He kissed her one day over her charms homework and the next day she found out he had a girlfriend, a fourth year Hufflepuff. 

Lily felt disgusting and immediately told her. 

When she looked back at that experience, she felt hot anger and embarrassment. The rose colored world she had seen had blinded her from the truth. 

She should have noticed how flippant he was when she asked him questions. How once he caught on to Lily’s crush, he would find a table in the back, out of the way from passersby. Lily had thought it was because he wanted alone time, not because he was hiding from his girlfriend or anyone who might rat on her. 

She had vowed that she was never going to make an utter fool of herself again. 

Lily pushed down her anger and looked forward to have a nice peaceful lunch with her friends that she missed so dearly. Alice, Dorcas, and Mary were waiting for them at the end of the table, but as Lily’s eyes looked on, she found a sight that made her almost vomit. 

There was James, sitting across from Amelia Bones, a Hufflepuff in their year. 

He was flashing her his signature smile and laughing at something she said, running a hand through his messy hair. 

She peeled her eyes away and took her seat next to Alice, forcing herself not to stare at them. 

She picked at her food and tried hard to pay attention to her friends. 

“Hogsmeade is next week, right?” Lily asked, suddenly. 

“Sure is,” Mary said, sipping some of her juice. 

“I want to get plastered at the Three Broomsticks,” Lily said. The girls laughed. 

“It’s date,” Marlene announced. “I’ve been waiting to see you drunk since you took that shot of firewhiskey.”

Lily rolled her eyes, thinking of the time Marlene snuck a firewhiskey up to their dorm last year and Lily almost threw up after one shot. 

The girls started planning the trip. 

Despite her resolve, she shot a glance at Amelia and James, who were just getting up from the table. James met her eyes and winked at her, to which Lily rolled her eyes because it let her do something other than blush. 

~~~

Lily would be an idiot if she thought that she was the only one to notice James. That didn’t mean she had to like it though. 

James had been asked out three times in one breakfast and though she had no claim to him, it was grating on her nerves. 

“So Prongs,” Sirius started as the brave third year who just asked James this morning left. “You’re turning into quite a lady killer.”

James snorted. 

“I’m starting to think someone is cursing them,” he said. “It’s mental.”

“Face it, Prongs,” Sirius said. “You’re a hot ticket item.”

“They’re dying to have your babies,” Remus said, not looking up from his copy of the Daily Prophet. 

“They’re going to kidnap you and force you to go on a date with them,” Peter added. 

“Probably going to slip you some love potion,” Lily said. James whipped his head and looked at her. 

“I expect them to gang up on me, but you Evans? Betrayal,” he said. 

Lily smiled and bit back the green monster that was going to reel it’s head if she thought about it too hard. 

“I know what’s going on,” she said. 

“Please, be our insight into the female mind,” Sirius said, brushing a strand of dark hair behind his ear. 

Lily rolled her eyes. 

“Teenagers are horny,” she said. “James is headboy, plays Quidditch. Every fifteen year old’s dream.”

Lily kept her eyes on her tea as she took a sip. She could feel his eyes on her. What she really wanted to say is that she got it. She got why these girls were dying for James. Lily herself felt like she would die in order to have James touch or snog. 

She was trying to get that to stop. 

“And he’s fit,” Remus said. Sirius glared at his boyfriend. “Objectively speaking. Not my type, sorry James.”

“I don’t take it personally,” James grumbled, taking it personally. 

“Just be happy you can get a date,” Peter said. “I can’t get one for the life of me!”

“How about this Pete,” James said, resting his elbows on the table. “Tell me who you fancy and I’ll ask their bestfriend out and see if I can’t get a double date?”

Here was the bone-crush. Here is where the misery came and grabbed Lily. 

“You’d do that for me?” Peter asked, his eyes wide. 

“Once,” he said. “I’m going to help you woo the pants off of this girl and hope you get a second date on your own.”

If Peter said who he fancied, it was lost on Lily. She stared at the cup of tea in front of her, watching the surface of the liquid vibrate. 

She could imagine going on a date with him, so vividly it hurts. She could practically picture walking with him down the slope, hand in hand. Sitting across from him at the Three Broomsticks and stealing his chips. And that image hurt as she watched them plan their double date.

James nudged Lily, jarring herself out her thoughts. 

“Time for Transfig,” he said. “Ready?”

Lily nodded and stood up. As she grabbed her bag, she saw Remus watching her. He gave her a small smile and she tried to return it. 

James, Sirius, and Peter were already walking ahead of them when Remus came beside her. 

“So, I take it you’re against the double date?” he asked as they started up the stairs. 

“No, why would I?” she asked quickly. 

Remus sighed deeply and just shook his head. They caught up to the other boys. 

~~~

Once Lily heard James was taking Amelia Bones to Hogsmeade, she was even more determined to get wasted at the Three Broomsticks. She was a rational person. She knew that getting wasted to forget a stupid crush was immature, but she could be immature for a night. 

She put more effort into her appearance than normally for a girls night out. Normally she would be fine with jeans and a jumper, but Mary had suggested they act like they were going to the hottest nightclub in the U.K. 

Lily didn’t have a lot of clothes appropriate for that, but Mary was her size and had tons of sparkling dresses that she was willing to let Lily borrow. 

Mary had picked a gold sequined dress that was a little shorter than Lily was used to, but she knew she could make it work. It was strapless and Lily had a slightly bigger breast than Mary, so Lily placed a sticking charm on the sweetheart neckline. 

Lily also did some beauty charms. One to make her hair have more beachy waves than her own slightly sad waves. The make-up charms turned out better than she thought as her emerald eyes looked bigger with the eyeliner charm. 

She checked the time, gave herself one final look over, and then grabbed her coat, and left her room, stepping out in the common room. She heard something fall as she closed the door. 

James was standing at his door, staring at Lily like he was deer caught in the headlights. 

He was ready for his date, a nice dark green shirt and pants that had been pressed. He looked good and Lily hated it. 

“Evans, what are you wearing?” he asked. Lily looked down at her dress. 

“A dress?”

“You look…” he started, eyeing her up and down. “Stunning.”

Lily felt her cheeks heat up. 

“Thanks. It’s for the girl’s night,” she said. The air felt awkward as the silence fell. 

James looked away, clearing his throat. 

“Where are you going? For the girl’s night,” he asked, picking up his wand that he had dropped. 

“Three Broomsticks,” Lily replied. “Where’s your date?”

“Madam Padifoots,” he replied. 

“Aw, that’s romantic,” Lily said, forcing a smile. 

“Pete picked it,” he said. “I would rather be drowning in some Butterbeer.”

Silence fell again. Lily wanted to say something, but she found it hard. James hadn’t looked at her since he picked up his wand. 

“Well, have a good time,” Lily said, making her way to the bookcase. 

“Same,” James said. 

The walk down was freezing, but once Lily sat in a booth, squished between Mary and Dorcas, she realized it was worth it. 

They started out with some food, but soon enough the drinks kept coming. Lily felt wobbly as her and Mary sang a Muggle song on the top of their lungs. She was spinning when Alice admitted her and Frank had had sex in his childhood bedroom over the summer. 

She was absolutely gone with Remus and Sirius stood at the end of the booth. 

“You lot are cut off for the rest of the night,” Remus said. Lily started giggling at his stern expression. 

“Oi! Remy,” Mary said, her words slurred. “How big is Black? We have a bet.”

“I’ll have you know I’m packing,” Sirius said, not the least bit phased. 

Lily snorted.

“He’s average,” Remus replied. All the girls started laughing. Lily felt tears in her eyes as Sirius elbowed Remus. 

“He’s joking,” Sirius said. Remus shook his head, unknown to Sirius, and the laughter started again. 

“We’re escorting back to the castle,” Remus said. 

The loud “aw” that escaped their lips was enough to make the rest of the bar turn and look at them. 

Marlene almost fell when she tried to walk and Remus ran out for a second. He came back with James. 

Normal, sober Lily would be ashamed of herself in the morning. 

“James!” she yelled. James smiled and widened his eyes. “I’m drunk!”

James ran a hand through his hair and smiled, his dimple making an appearance. 

“I can see that, Lils,” he said. 

He helped her up off the bench and caught her as she stumbled. His hand was warm on her arm and goose flesh appeared. 

“Let’s try to get you back in one piece, alright?” he said. 

“Carry me,” she said, giggling. James gave her a look she was too drunk to read into. 

“I will if I have too,” he said. 

He helped her put her coat on and then placed his arm around her in order to steady her walk. 

The rest of the group was in front of them. Mary and Dorcas, stumbling, but they were fine compared to Alice, Marlene, and Lily. Alice was Sirius’s back while Marlene was basically using Remus as a cane. 

“Where’s Peter?” Lily asked. 

“He had a pretty nice date,” James replied. “I think they’re still out.”

At the mention of the date, Lily pouted. 

“So your date was nice?” she asked. She hated that tears were forming in her eyes. 

James took a moment to answer. 

“I mean, Amelia and I just talked about our Divination project. I told her it was for Pete,” he said. “We aren’t interested in each other.”

Lily’s heart soared and her eyes dried. 

“Why’d you get all dressed up if it wasn’t a real date?” she slurred. 

“Because it was real for Pete and Ingrid,” he replied. 

“It’s a shame,” Lily said, frowning. 

“What’s a shame?”

“That Amelia could pass you up looking like that!” Lily said, stumbling into him a bit. “I mean your arse looks fantastic! Almost as good as your Quidditch pants.”

James paused for a second and Lily almost tripped but James caught her and steadied her. 

“You’re more drunk than I thought,” James said. Drunk Lily didn’t notice the tightness in her voice.

“Yes,” she said. “And it’s fantastic!”

“You won’t be saying that tomorrow,” he mumbled. 

The boys brought them all back to the head dorm, which made the girls squeal and get excited about a sleepover. James deposited Lily on the couch and quickly made his way over to the potion station in the corner of the room.

“I love the dorm!” Alice chirped, looking around. 

“These couches are ten times better than the ones in the tower,” Marlene said, curling up on the couch by Dorcas. 

“I agree,” Mary said. 

Lily’s eyes wandered to James, who was at the potion station. She was staring at him, but was jared when Sirius sat next to her. 

“How many drunk head girls do you think entered this dorm?” he said, smirking at her. 

Lily threw a pillow at him. 

“Probably all of them,” she replied. “You don’t make head girl without a dash of mischief.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Lily Evans and mischief? I find that unlikely,” he said. Lily felt offended. 

“Who hexed Avery to make his voice high pitched, huh?” she said, crossing her arms. 

Sirius widened his steel blue eyes. 

“That was you?” he said. 

“Of course it was bloody me! He called me a mudblood and I just snapped!” she fired back. 

“That’s not mischief then Lils, that’s justice,” he said. Lily laughed, loudly. 

“And I’d do it again,” she said. “I also stole Snape’s potion essay once.”

“Evans!” Sirius said, clutching his chest like he was scandalized. 

“He was being a prat! He kept going on and on about he was the best in potions! So I took his essay before it was due,” she said, rather proudly. “He got detention and I found a major error in his essay. I circled it and stuffed it back into his bag.”

Laughter erupted around her, making her feel warm and proud. Alice was clutching her side.

“What else have you done, Evans?” Sirius enquired, leaning back on the cushions and crossing his legs. 

Lily hummed and thought for a second. 

“I changed James’ quidditch robes to neon pink in fifth year,” she said. 

“That was you?!” James exclaimed from across the room. “I didn’t talk to Sirius for a week!”

Sirius doubled over with laughter. 

“I remember that!” Mary said, clapping her hands. “You did it because James threw a piece of parchment at you and asked you out in the middle of the hallway!”

Lily remembered it and laughed. 

“He was such an arse!” she said. 

“Was, did you say Evans?” Sirius inquired. 

“Yes, was,” she confirmed. Sirius shot her a look. 

The conversation drifted away from Lily’s mischief to how Mary engorged Marlene’s tongue when she thought she told the school one of her secrets. Lily’s eyes drifted back to James, who was bent over a steaming cauldron. Lily, ever the potions master, decided she must know what he was making. 

She wobbled across the room and stood next to James, so close their arms bumped. 

“Whatchya making?” she asked. 

“A sober-up potion for you lot,” he said. “Then I’ll make a hangover-be-gone tomorrow for you guys.”

“I don’t want to sober up,” Lily pouted. She grabbed James’s arm and leaned her head against it. James didn’t say to protest it. 

“You’ll be thanking me in the morning,” he said with a smirk. Lily rolled her eyes. 

He was finely chopping the roots and Lily watched him, her could feel the muscles on his arms move, but she didn’t want to move and James wasn’t pushing her away. 

“Shouldn’t you dice them?” she asked. James scoffed. 

“You’re drunk and you’re still critiquing my potions,” he said. 

“I wouldn’t have to critique if you did it the right way.” James erupted in laughter. 

“Trust me, Evans. I’ve made this a few times,” he said. Lily didn’t reply, she just watched the cauldron bubble from her spot on James’s arm. 

“I’m sorry about asking you out that way in fifth,” he mumbled. 

“It’s okay,” she said. “You were just an obnoxious little boy.”

“You don’t think I'm still an obnoxious little boy?”

“Nope,” she said. “You would have never made headboy if that was the case.”

“True,” he said. He turned the potion off and stirred it until it was a clear color. Lily let go of his arm once he was ready to pour it for them. 

Lily drank hers and watched as James started handing out the rest to her friends. 

As the minutes ticked by, she realized she was going to regret a lot in the morning. 

~~~

Lily remembered everything of her drunken night clearly, which is why she was determined to put as much space as possible between her and James. 

She told him he had a nice arse! That was something she could never come back from. Ever. 

He didn’t mention it and she was grateful for it. He did get her back from making his Quidditch uniform pink and during breakfast when her black robes turned a stunning shade of pink. When she made eye contact with James down the table, twirling his wand in his fingers, she just laughed. She left them that color for the rest of the day. 

The only thing is that James started walking closer to her in the corridors when they patrolled together. His arm brushing against hers constantly. She often wondered what would happen if she just grabbed this hand. Which is why she started making the distance bigger.

Lily was spending her time in their shared common room when he was gone or at practice. She knew the time that James would be in and made sure to either be at the library, her bedroom, or in the Gryffindor Tower with the girls. 

She was packing her things up, about to move to her bedroom before James came back from practice. She wasn’t expecting the bookcase to swing open ten minutes early and reveal a sweaty James Potter. 

She fought the urge to get up and run without saying anything, but she held firm and tried to put her books away without looking like she was trying to do so as fast as she could. 

“Hey Evans,” James said, smiling a little at her. 

“Hey Potter,” Lily said as evenly as she could, darting her eyes back to her textbook. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a hot minute,” James said. 

Lily glanced up to see him standing by the couch. 

“We ate breakfast together,” she pointed out. 

“You sat like, three people away from me,” he said. 

Lily took a deep breath. She was getting irate and couldn’t quite place why. 

“I talked to you in Transfiguration,” she pointed out. 

She heard James sigh. 

“I just asked to borrow a quill,” he said. 

Something in his tone made Lily look at him. He was standing at the side of the couch looking utterly frustrated, running a hand through his damp hair.  

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” Lily said, looking back at her book before their eyes could meet. 

There was a heavy silence. 

“I don’t get you,” he said after a moment. 

“‘Get me’?” Lily asked, snapping her book shut. Lily looked up and saw that James looked frustrated. 

“One minute, I feel like we’re finally getting on and then next you act like I’m a second year who just wants to pull your hair,” James said. 

“We are getting on,” Lily said, crossing her arms. 

“Are we?” he questioned. 

Lily stood up, anger flaring in her stomach. 

“Well, we were,” she said, crossing her arms. 

James took a deep breath and turned away from Lily. 

“Can you just tell me what is going on?” he snapped. “I know I’ve done some pretty shitty things in the past. I’ve been trying to be better! Snape cursed me in the hallway and I didn’t curse him back because I knew you’d be upset!”

James opened his mouth like he was going to say more, but he quickly shut it. He just stared at her from across the room, his chest heaving slightly. Lily had seen an angry James quite a few times, but there was something in his eyes that showed Lily he was more hurt than anything. 

“It’s not your fault,” Lily said, holding his gaze. 

“What isn’t?” he asked. 

“Me being weird,” she said, throwing her hands up.

“Explain it to me. Because one second you’re telling me I have a nice arse and the next, you can’t even look at me,” he said. 

As Lily stood across from James, she realized that there was no way out of this mess besides the truth. Lily didn’t know if she was ready to throw her cards down, but God, she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you!” she yelled. “Every bloody day, I see girls tripping over themselves to get a scrap of your attention and I feel like I’m a fool!”

James’s jaw dropped as Lily fell silent. She felt heat rise in her cheeks and wishes she could stuff the words back into her mouth. 

“What changed?” James asked. It was so low, Lily almost didn’t hear it. His eyes kept her captivated. 

“A lot of things,” she replied. “Like the fact that you weren’t an utter tosser last year and this year.”

“You told me I was one quite a few times if I remember correctly,” James said, a smirk on his face. 

Lily smiled a little, despite the feeling that she messed something up between them. 

“It was different,” she said. “You just… know how to make people laugh, even when teasing them.”

James smiled, wide and bright and Lily finally looked away, choosing to stare out the window and look at the bright blue sky and fluffy clouds that were outside. 

“I don’t want to get hurt James,” she said. 

Lily felt him walk over. 

“Why do you think I’d ever hurt you, Evans?” he whispered from beside her. 

“Because you’ll realize there are better options out there,” she said. James snorted. 

“I have nothing against the other girls in Hogwarts, but I doubt there is anyone that could ever compare to you, Lily,” he said. “Especially to me.”

James placed a hand on her shoulder and Lily turned to look at him. He was still sweaty from Quidditch, his glasses were crooked, but Merlin, she had never seen a better sight. 

“Fancy a dinner in Hogsmeade?” he asked. She smiled. 

“Hogsmeade is in two weeks,” she pointed out. 

“I’m not waiting two weeks,” he said. “We don’t have patrols tonight. I’ll be ready in twenty, if you want to go with me that is.”

Lily hesitated for a second, not because of James, but because sneaking out. James seemed to get this. 

“You said yourself, ‘what’s a head girl without a little mischief?’” he pointed out. Lily smiled and nodded. 

Lily didn’t think James’s smile could get wider but it did.

“Give me twenty minutes!” he said, moving to turn around and rush to his dorm. 

“Wait a second,” she said, causing James to pause. 

Lily threw all caution to the wind . Just cupped James’s face and brought it down to hers, capturing it in a kiss that made Lily wish she had done this sooner.

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