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What Was I Made For? - James Potter

A/N: well, it looks like this keeps on working so... I hope you guys like it!

Anonymous asked: Request for hufflepuff black!reader x James with the prompt "Forget it. Just like you forget everything else." Where reader has never had a fun birthday celebration and usually ignores her birthday but James promises to do something fun for her and gets her hopes up but then stands her up accidentally (with happy ending please). Thanks so much <;33

Warnings: this is super angsty! (and super long) but it has a happy ending; mentions of abuse and overall a not happy family life, reader feels weird for not really knowing how to express her feelings; let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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What Was I Made For?

Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be Something I wait for, something I'm made for

12:08 a.m. Your birthday was over. And he didn’t come. Of course, he wouldn’t come. You kept looking at your watch feeling a tiny bit of hope that he would come running any second, apologizing for being late. But, deep down, you knew it wasn’t going to happen. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, and decided to finally leave. You were angry. But not at him. At yourself. You should have known better. You never should have trusted a word he said. Because he treated you as if you were the center of his universe. And you were stupid enough to believe him. Because that’s what James Potter did. He made you feel as if you were the only thing that mattered to him. Damn him and his stupid beautiful smile. The one that got you into this mess…

“You actually want me to believe that you need my help in Potions?” you insisted as he raised his hands in surrender while you pointed your wand at him. “Why are you asking me?”

“B-because you’re top of our class-”

“That’s not true. Severus Snape is” you insisted.

“First of all, I would never ask Snivelly for help” he rolled his eyes. “And secondly, I doubt that’s true since you are a year younger than us and are already taking Advance Potions-”

“So ask Lilly Evans then-?”

“Evans hates me-”

“So do I!”

“Wait, y-you do?” he asked, confused, stepping away from your wand. He sounded genuinely hurt.

“I…” you weren’t able to continue. You never really hated James Potter. You hated him because you were supposed to, weren’t you? “D-don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you” he informed you. “Why would I?”

“Because Sirius does! And you’re his best friend” you told him. James noticed the hurt in your voice and in your look. He knew you missed Sirius.

“Your brother doesn’t hate you” he insisted and you scoffed, looking away and lowering your wand. “He doesn’t!”

“Look, Potter, you don’t have to lie, okay?” you glared at him a little. “Isn’t your father a famous potioneer? Shouldn’t you be good at Potions?”

“Yeah, he is… you gotta love the irony, love” he smirked.

“Don’t call me that!” you glared at him. “What if Sirius finds out?”

“He won’t” he assured you. “And I honestly don’t think he would mind if he does” he tried.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Isn’t the loveliness of my company enough, love?” he asked but he saw you raising your wand at him and he put up his hands in surrender. “Fine… what do you want?”

You thought about it for a moment. Nobody had ever asked you what you wanted. Not really. You were always just told what to do. And then, you thought of the one thing you had always wanted but could never do.

“Um… if I tell you… do you promise not to tell anyone? Or um… laugh at me?” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked down. James had to admit, he had never seen you like this. You always looked so confident, like everyone else in the Black family.

“I promise” he said, making you sigh.

“W-would you teach me um… how to uh- f-fly?” you asked in a small voice, James wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly.

“Um… didn’t you learn how to fly in your first year?” he asked, confused.

“Look, it’s a long story. Are you in or not?” you asked, going back to your usual self and James let out a small chuckle.

“Fine. It’s a deal. You teach me Potions, I teach you to fly” he said, putting his hand so you would shake it. Which you did, pulling him closer.

“And Sirius is not to find about this, is that clear?”

“Perfect.”

And that’s what it was. Perfect. For the following months, you and James spent a lot of time together. In the beginning, you found him incredibly obnoxious since he kept trying to become your friend. Which he quickly managed. You let your guard down and found yourself actually liking his company. And then, it grew into more. You never thought it could happen, but it did. He had somehow become your favorite person. Granted, not many people talked to you so, it wasn’t hard. But if there was a word you would use to describe James Potter was, enchanting. And you quickly fell for him. And you hated it. Because now, here you were. Tired, hungry, alone, and upset. You made your way to the Kitchens, hoping that you could at least get some leftovers from the Elves.

“Miss Black” one of them greeted you happily. “We thought you weren’t going to make it” he said, making you frown in confusion.

“M-make it? What do you mean, Blim?” you asked, confused as two other elves carried a basket your way.

“Mr. Potter asked us to save this for him but he never came” he explained, confused. “Said it was really important for Miss Black’s birthday” he instructed as they handed you the basket. You felt yourself smiling a little but quickly wiped it away. He never came.

“Thank you so much, Blim” you told him.

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday, Miss Black” he said, as they waved you goodbye. You thanked them happily, after all, they were the only ones that had wished you a happy birthday, and then you made your way to your dorm.

“Hi, Ophelia” you greeted your beautiful black cat.

At least she showed up for your birthday. You changed into your pajamas, played some of your favorite music on your record player, and sat on the small seat you had created against your window to go through the picnic basket only to find your favorite food. He’d remember. Everything was perfect, even the cake. Except, he hadn’t been there. He promised he would and you believed him. You knew Gryffindor played today. You knew they won. But he promised. And you believed him.

But again, it was your fault, really. You should have never let him in. You should have never told him what your favorite food was. Or why you didn’t know how to fly. Or that nobody in your house wanted to share a dorm with you anymore. You shouldn’t even have told him that today was your birthday. Well, yesterday. Because you now understood what he felt for you. It was pity. It wasn’t love.

“Alright, are you ready?” he asked, holding up the broom.

“Actually… I’m having second thoughts about this. I don’t want to do it” you said, nervously.

“Come on, love. I promise you’re gonna love it” he insisted.

You had grown accustomed to him calling you love by now. No matter how much you begged him, he wouldn’t stop. And no matter how much you tried to deny it, you were starting to like it.

“B-but what if I fall?” you asked, making him smile at you adorably and grabbing your hand.

“I promise I would never let that happen” he said sincerely. “But… we don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to” he assured you.

“No, it’s okay” you said, unconvincingly. “I just… need a minute” you told him, sitting down on the grass of the Quidditch pitch.

“Look, I know you’ve told me not to ask why you didn’t learn to fly sooner so…” he said, sitting down next to you. “May I ask why you want to learn now? Why is it so important to you?”

“I don’t know” you said, quietly as you started playing with the grass next to you. “My mother has told me not to my whole life” you informed him. “She always said it wasn’t for ladies” you said, bitterly. “On my first year, she sent an owl saying that she may not be able to control which house her disappointing daughter was sorted into but I was not to ride a broom, and well… you know nobody wants to go against Walburga Black” you said with a sad chuckle. “I always wanted to learn because Siri and Reggie- um… Sirius and Regulus both know how to and they love it” you continued. “I guess I wanted to have something in common with them” you smiled sadly. “Are you… are you crying?”

“I’m sorry” he said, wiping away the few tears on his cheeks. “That was just… um, w-well, every story Padfoot tells me from your home it’s just…”

“Sad, I know” you said as James composed himself. “You can say it” you told him.

“Is it… as bad for you as it is for Sirius?” he asked, worriedly.

“A little” you admitted. “At least Sirius has you, Remus, and Peter” you smiled a little.

“You have me too” he said, placing your hand on top of yours and making you look up at him. “You know that, right?” he asked, feeling his heart beating faster when your smile got bigger.

“You’re sweet, James” you said, surprising him a little. “What?”

“I think that’s the first time you call me by my first name” he smiled.

“Oh, s-sorry, um-”

“No, no” he chuckled. “I liked it” he assured you. “I um… I like you” he said, feeling his cheeks blushing.

“Y-you do?” you asked, breaking James' heart at how genuine your question sounded. As if you were actually confused as to why someone would like you.

“Of course, I do” he said, cupping your cheek gently.

“A-are you about to kiss me?” you whispered.

“Is that okay?” he asked sweetly and you nodded smiling before James gently pressed his lips against yours.

You had no idea what you were feeling. Your entire body felt as if fireworks were exploding everywhere. Never, in a million years would you have thought that kissing James Potter would feel so perfect, but now that you knew, you never wanted to stop.

“Alright. I think I’m ready” you said once you pulled apart. James smile at you and got up, offering you his hand to help you. “Y-you promise I won’t fall, right?”

“Promise, love” he said, pulling you closer and kissing your hand.

Lies. From that moment. You never should have fallen for him. How could you have been so stupid? James may have been right, every story from your childhood was extremely unhappy, but you had never felt so empty inside. Having a best friend who then turned into something more and you were sure that you felt was something that you had never felt before, and now it was gone.

You hoped listening to sad songs would help you cry but your eyes seemed dry. You felt the pain in your heart, which was weird. You never felt that before. But you thought you might as well cry. James said it might help whenever you felt upset. But it ended up being him who cried. And not you. So, you were about to just go to bed, when you heard someone knocking loudly on your door. At 1:47 in the morning. You sighed, rolling your eyes, and quickly ran over to open the door, revealing nobody on the other side.

“James, what the bloody hell are you doing? You’re going to wake up my entire house!” you said, pulling him inside and closing the door as he removed the cloak around him.

“I’m sorry, love! I am so sorry I’m late! I swear I lost track of time!” he slurred out.

He was drunk. Really drunk. He was still in his Quidditch robes, drunk out of his mind.

“Potter, you’re-”

“No, no, no! Please don’t call me Potter” he said, walking closer to you and grabbing your hands. “You only call me that when you’re mad” he pouted. “I know I screwed up but I promise I will make it up to you, love!”

“James, you’re drunk-”

“I know! There was a party because we won and I swear I was just going to be there for a few minutes b-because I’m the captain a-and I just lost track of time and-”

“You should leave” you said, quietly, avoiding his eyes. You knew you would cave if you looked into his beautiful doe-eyed face. And you had made up your mind.

“No, no, sweetheart, please I want to make it up to you. Please give me a chance!”

“You are drunk right now-”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry” he insisted. “I can- I just need to-”

“James, please. I’m tired and you’re drunk. Just go to bed” you said, firmly. “We can talk tomorrow if you want to” you told him.

“I don’t want you to be alone” he said, his eyes tearing up. “It’s your birthday!”

“It’s no longer my birthday so… you can go” you said, getting upset.

“I don’t want to leave you” he said, getting closer to you and cupping your cheek softly, making you look at him. “Please, love. I am so sorry” he said. “Please talk to me, just tell me how I can make this right. You can yell at me! You can throw things, I deserve it-”

“James, I don’t want to yell at you” you said, sighing tiredly. “I just want to go to sleep” you told him.

“I don’t want to leave you, love” he said, with a few tears escaping his eyes and bringing you closer. He was about to kiss you and you smelled the Firewhisky in his breath so you pulled away and he kissed your forehead instead.

“Fine” you sighed. “Y-you can stay but I’m tired, I just want to go to sleep” you gave in.

“Okay” James said, feeling his eyes welling up. He couldn’t believe he had failed you. Just like everyone else in your life. He fucked up. He slowly walked over to your bed and sat down. “Is… this okay?” he asked nervously.

“Sure” you said, sounding exhausted.

You threw yourself on your bed, turning your back to him and James quickly climbed next to you. You instantly felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you to him. You sighed deeply, preparing yourself for what was to come. You were going to miss him. You knew that much. You hated how used you had become to him. How regular it just seemed for him to show up and spend the night with you. So, you took it in. His scent, his touch, everything about him because you knew it would be gone by tomorrow.

“I’m really sorry, love” you heard him say before he kissed the back of your head.

“Just… go to sleep, James” you whispered back and it wasn’t long before you heard his snores.

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The next morning, James woke up to an empty bed, and the realization of the night before quickly came flooding back into his mind. He quickly sat up and saw you on your desk, writing on some parchment.

“Um- w-what time is it?” were the first words that came out of his mouth and he cursed himself. He was beyond stupid.

“It’s still early” you replied as you continued doing whatever it was you were doing. “If you hurry, you can still go to breakfast before your friends wonder where you are” you said, quietly.

“N-no. I don’t want to go to breakfast” he said, walking over to you. “I want to apologize and talk to you” he said, looking down at the parchment you were working on. “W-what’s that?”

You finished writing and stood up, handing the piece of parchment to him with a serious expression on your face.

“A list of people who are not Severus Snape that can tutor you in potions” you simply said, trying to make your way to your window seat.

“W-what?” he panicked.

“I have your things here” you said, handing him a box with his things. “Oh” you said, realizing you were wearing his sweater so you quickly took it off and placed it on top of his things. “Sorry” you said, and you felt like you were freezing.

“Wait, you’re- you’re breaking up with me?” James asked, placing everything aside and walking closer to you. “Please, just… hold on a second. I promise I can explain-”

“James” you said, taking a step back. It unnerved James how calmly you were talking to him. Like you did in the beginning. Like your walls were up again and he meant nothing more than a stranger to you. “I just don’t think that this is working” you said, silently.

“Please, don’t do this, love! I swear I want to make it up to you” he said as a few tears started falling down his cheeks.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you!” he shouted a bit louder than he intended to. “I know I fucked up and I am so sorry! But please, love, just give me another chance, I swear I didn’t mean to miss it-”

“That doesn’t matter, James-”

“Yes, it does! I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, I understand that! But this is a fight, I- I can make it up to you and w-we can go back to the way it was-”

“Why would we do that?” you asked, confused.

“Because that’s what couples do!” he insisted.

“We’re not a couple, James” you said, sounding broken.

“Yes, we are!”

“No, we’re not. You never asked me to be your girlfriend. We’ve never gone out on a date. You barely talk to me outside these walls-”

“You said you didn’t want Sirius to know about us! I told you I didn’t care!”

“That doesn’t make a difference, James!”

“Yes, it does! Because I love you!”

“No, you don't!”

“Yes, I do! I love you so much and I know you love me too!”

“Okay, now you’re just being ridiculous, Potter” you said, with a sarcastic chuckle as you tried to walk into your bathroom but James blocked your way.

“No, I’m not!” he said, softly as you tried to look away. He gently cupped your cheek with his big, strong hand and slowly lifted your face so you could see him. Not even a sign of tears while his eyes were flooded. “Tell me you don’t” he said, quietly.

“E-excuse me?” you asked, confused.

“Tell me you don’t love me” he said. “I know you’ve never said that you love me but whenever I tell you that I do, you smile and you kiss me! You’ve never said that you don’t! So, tell me you don’t love me” he insisted.

“James!”

“No! If you want to break up with me, at least talk to me first! You at least have to tell me how you feel about me!” he argued.

“You wanna know how I feel about you?” you snapped pushing yourself away from him.

“Yes!”

“You really want to know how you make me feel?” you said, getting upset.

“Yes!”

“I have no idea how you make me feel, James!” you snapped, breaking James’ heart. “Y-you make me feel happy and angry, and scared, and sad, and crazy, and warm, and vulnerable, and like I can break at any moment, but I somehow know that I won’t because you won’t let that happen but then I feel so lost if you’re not there! And I feel weak and confused, and-” enchanted. “And, alive and like I can float, and sure but unsure at the same time, and like I can be myself and I want to try to be a better person but it wouldn’t matter because you still look at me with that stupid grin! And- and-” you said, trying to take deep breaths. “I don’t know! It’s just a lot all at once and I don’t know how to handle it and I don’t like it!” you said, trying to catch your breath. “I don’t like it, James!”

“Okay, okay!” James said, quickly walking over to you and placing his hands on each side of your face. “Breathe, love, please” he said quietly, as you slowly tried to catch your breath and stop shaking. James was now fully weeping but a small smile formed on his face. “Sweetheart” he said, quietly. “That’s love” he told you.

“W-what?”

“What you’re feeling” he explained. “That’s love” he insisted.

“How do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Because that’s exactly how I feel about you” he said as you managed to even your breathing again.

“I don’t like feeling scared” you whispered.

“I know, love” he smiled. “I know, and I’m scared too-”

“Then why would you still want to be with me?”

“Because I love you” he repeated. “And… you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been and I know that I fucked up yesterday, I do, but I promise I will make it up to you and, if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me, love” he said in a serious tone.

You took a deep breath. You wanted to. You really did. You wanted to know what was on the other side and if you could live a ‘happily ever after’ that you read in so many stories when you were a kid. But this was real life. And you couldn’t break James Potter like you broke everything else you touched.

“No, James” you said, pushing away from him.

“B-but-” he tried but you walked away, going to your bathroom.

“Please, James. Just… forget it. Like you forget everything else" you said sadly before you walked inside, locking the door and your heart broke when you still heard him cry.

James turned to look at the box you left with all of his things. He couldn’t bring himself to take it. He needed to make things right. He walked out of your dorm and your house and made his way over to the Gryffindor Tower, not even caring about breakfast. He plopped himself on the furthest sofa, and after a while, he heard giggling and a group of girls walking over to him.

“Hey, Potter” Marlene asked. It wasn’t usual to see him without his three friends and his energy was entirely different today. “You okay?”

“Um… can I ask you, girls, something?” he said as Marlene, Dorcas, Lily, and Alice sat around him. “I would ask my friends but… in this particular subject they all are just… useless” he chuckled sadly.

“Is it about a girl?” Alice asked.

“Well… yeah” he admitted.

“Oh, Merlin it is! Who is it?” Dorcas asked, excitedly.

“I can’t… say it out loud, Sirius can’t know!”

“He’s your best friend, why can’t he know?”

“Because it’s his sister” Lily smirked.

“What?” the other three reacted shocked.

“How did you know?” James asked, confused.

“I’ve seen you in Potions” she shrugged. “You two are cute together” she smiled. “So, what happened?”

“Well, we had been seeing each other for a while now and yesterday was her birthday and I promised her that we would do something and I had this whole picnic planned in the Astronomy tower but… I lost track of time and-”

“No!” Alice said, her smile dropping.

“You didn’t!” Dorcas frowned.

“You forgot?” Marlene asked, slapping his arm.

“I didn’t mean to! We were playing with our secondary team because we had so many hurt players, I didn’t think we would win! And then we did and I started drinking and I just lost track of time!”

“You are unbelievable potter!” Marlene glared at him.

“I want to make things right! I love her and I’m pretty sure she loves me to-”

“Pretty sure?” Alice asked with an arched eyebrow.

“W-well, she hasn’t said it, exactly, but I know she feels it” he insisted. “Look, this is the first time I’ve felt like this in my life and I know that I fucked up but… I also know she’s scared and it just… I want to make things right” he insisted.

The four girls shared looks amongst themselves before they went back to James and Lily nodded.

“Alright, we’ll help you” she agreed.

“Really?”

“Yes, but only because she has looked happier lately, and you seem to actually be sorry. But if you fuck this up again, Potter-” Dorcas threatened.

“I know, I swear, I won’t!” he told them.

“Alright, then” Alice smirked.

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“What are you doing here?”

“For fuck’s sake!” you jumped, falling down the stairs you were on and landing on the floor. “Sirius!” you said, getting up. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?” you glared at your older brother.

“I asked first” he shrugged.

“None of your business” you said, rolling your eyes. “You?”

“Same” he said.

“Fine. This has been lovely, then” you said, trying to walk out of the class but Sirius stopped you.

“Okay, no! Wait!” he said, grabbing your arm and turning you around. “I was… looking for you” he admitted.

“If you’re planning on stealing my Potions essay, I haven’t finished it yet-”

“No, that’s not it” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I… wanted to… um… talk to you” he said, awkwardly.

“Why?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, there are… a few things I wanted to tell you” he admitted. “If um… you’d like to come with me to the… Lake or something” he said.

“Well, since you asked so normally” you said, still confused. But this was the first time that Sirius talked to you in so long, you really didn’t want to take it for granted, so you followed him. Once you reached to the Great Lake he sat down near a tree and pointed his side so you would join him. “So… did you bring me here to kill me or-”

“Shut up” he said with a faint chuckle. He then looked inside his bag and got out a small present. “Here” he said, handing it to you. “Um… happy birthday” he said quietly. You raised your eyebrow at him before grabbing the gift.

“Is this thing going to catch fire or something?”

“No!” he argued. But he couldn’t really blame you for thinking that. “No, I promise, I just… I know I’m a day late-”

“You’re about six years late but, alright” you said a bit harshly.

“I guess I deserve that” he muttered as you opened your present and you saw all of your favorite candy from Honeydukes. “I… wanted to say that… I’m sorry” he said.

“Um… why?”

“What do you mean why? For shutting you and Regulus out when I got sorted into Gryffindor and then… still not reaching out to you when you were sorted in Hufflepuff-”

“No, I know but… I mean… why now? Do you need something? Are you dying? Am I dying?”

“Stop it, bug!” he said, rolling his eyes and then looking at you when he realized what he had just called you. You felt your heart stopping for a moment.

“You… you haven’t called me that in a very long time” you said, feeling warmth in your heart. Once you thought was absolutely gone.

“I know… I’m sorry, if you’re not okay with it-”

“It’s okay” you quickly said. “I… kind of missed it” you admitted, looking away.

“You used to hate it” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I know but… once it was gone…” you sighed.

“We’re both really bad at this, aren’t we?” he laughed a little and, to his surprise, you did too.

“We definitely are the worst at feelings” you admitted. “Why are you apologizing to me now?” you asked curiously.

“A couple of reasons” he said. “I miss you” he admitted and you glared at him a little. “I really do!” he insisted. “Look, I get that we are awful at feelings and all that but… I’ve kind of been working on it and… I just… I want a relationship with my little sister” he said genuinely.

“Those are big words, Sirius” you chuckled. “What do you even know about relationships?”

“Well… I’m… currently in one” he said, looking away.

“You are?” you asked, a bit shocked and he nodded. “Wow, who’s the unlucky girl?”

Sirius let out a scoff, glaring at you. “Actually… it’s not a girl” he corrected.

“Is it Lupin?” you asked as Sirius widened his eyes in surprise.

“How did you know?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious, you sink a deeper level of idiot whenever you’re around him” you informed him.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is. Last week you knocked down your cauldron and three others when he laughed” you pointed out.

“That was… an accident” he tried to defend himself.

“Sure, it was” you said sarcastically.

“So… what do you think?” he asked, nervously.

“Why would you care what I think?”

“Well, you’re my sister, and… you’re also… the first person I’ve told” he admitted.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah” he said with a nervous smile.

“Well, if I’m being completely honest… I think Remus can do a lot better than you” you said with a smirk, making Sirius push you a little and glare at you.

“That’s not funny” he argued.

“I wasn’t joking” you said. “Is he… the one that’s making you get in touch with your feelings?”

“Kinda” he admitted. “You know, he and James grew up in a functional home, and… they know how to feel like a normal person” he informed you. “So… a few months ago, I was where you are right now” he added.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, nervously.

“I’m talking about you and Prongs and how you are afraid of being in a relationship with him” he said, casually.

“W-what? D-did James say-?”

“He didn’t say anything, but he’s a terrible liar” he shrugged. “I’ve known for a while and… to be honest, I have never seen him as happy as he is with you” he told you. “And… I have never seen him as miserable as today” he added. “So, I knew you were probably feeling worse, but… had no idea how to express it” he told you.

“How would you even know that?”

“Because you’re just like me” he told you. “A few months ago, Remus and I had our first fight. He told me that he loved me and… I kind of ran away” he said. “We didn’t speak for about three days. I was in such a bad mood, even I didn’t want to deal with myself” he explained. “Look, I know that we are wired differently than everyone else because mum and dad didn’t exactly teach us how to… feel or… love” he continued. “So, when someone does, it feels-”

“Fucking weird” you added.

“Yeah” he agreed. “But… that doesn’t mean that we can’t, you know that, right? And it doesn’t mean we don’t deserve it, bug” he told you. “I know I screwed up on my part and I am really sorry for pushing you away-”

“Why did you do it?” you asked all of the sudden. “I get that you were angry when you came back home from your first year but… Regulus and I never thought any different from you and you… shut us down” you said, sadly. “And then… the next year, when I was sorted into Hufflepuff, I thought maybe-”

“I know! I should have talked to you, I know, I was an idiot!” he said, genuinely. “Remus has made me talk about it a lot lately and… I want to make things right” he sighed. “You don’t have to forgive me if you don’t want to and I don’t expect you to do it right away if you do, I just… had to start somewhere” he smiled, hopeful.

“By giving me candy and saying happy birthday a day later?” you smirked a little. “It’s a good start, I guess” you nodded, grabbing a Sugar Quill and giving him one.

“Well, I also… wanted to help you fix things with Prongs” he suggested.

“Because you love James so much now that you are an expert on feelings and don’t want to see him sad?”

“Well… sort of, but… I love you too, bug” he said, making you almost choke on your sweet. You were pretty sure he had never said that before. “I know, we don’t really say that to each other or anyone else. Remus was the first person I ever said it to. It feels good, you should try it” he continued. “I know you love James-”

“How could you possibly know that? Even I don’t know that!”

“I think that you do and that’s why you’re so scared” he told you. “And I know I’m probably the last person that should be telling you this but… there’s nothing wrong with that” he assured you.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “W-what if he realizes how broken I am and he doesn’t want to be anymore?” you asked, sadly, breaking Sirius’ heart a little. “Or if I end up breaking him?”

“Bug, you’re not that broken-”

“Really? Do you want to know what I was doing in Potions class? I was looking for something that would make me cry” you explained.

“Really?”

“Yes, James cries all the time, did you know that?”

“Yeah, he cried when Moony and I told him we were dating” Sirius laughed.

“I feel empty without him, Sirius, and yet… not a single tear!”

“Well, that doesn’t mean you’re broken” Sirius insisted. “We never cry” he continued. “Blacks don’t cry” you both said at the same time, letting out a small laugh. “We’ll get there, bug” he said, pulling you to him and kissing the side of your head.

“We?” you asked, a little confused.

“Oh yeah, now that you have accepted me back into your life I’m not leaving-”

“Can I reconsider this-?”

“Nope, it’s too late! We’re going to be best friends, bug!”

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You had surprisingly spent the rest of the day with Sirius, and Remus had joined at some point. They took you to Hogsmeade as Remus insisted on at least taking you out for your birthday. You liked Remus, and you could see that he definitely brought out the best in your brother. They seemed very in love. And at some point, it dawned on you. You were in love with James. He had been right. What you felt for him, was love. You were still terrified but you had made up your mind to talk to him the next day. Remus and Sirius even said the four of you could go to Hogsmeade together. This was definitely the craziest thing you had ever gone through in your life. But you were done feeling sorry for your self and you were done being afraid. You definitely did not want to spend the rest of your life like your parents. Feeling nothing and being unhappy. So, you would talk to James and try to be happy for once. However, when you opened your dorm’s door, you saw that he had already gone ahead of you.

Your mouth dropped when you saw the scene in front of you. Your dorm was decorated with beautiful fairy lights above, like floating stars, and candles and flowers everywhere. James was in the corner, finishing putting some flowers next to your bed.

“James?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, love- I uh-” he stuttered, walking closer to you. “Um, I know you told me to f-forget about it but…” he sighed, offering you the last flower in his hand. “I don’t want to” he chuckled. “I don’t want to forget about it and… I don’t want to forget about you” he explained. “Love, I know that I majorly fucked up” he continued. “And you have every right to hate me and never forgive me if you want to but… I wanted to give you the birthday that I had planned for you first. The birthday that you deserved before I royally fucked it up” he said, grabbing the picnic basket on your window seat.

“Did you ask the elves to do the whole meal again?”

“N-no” he assured you. “Um… I did it myself” he said, making your heart flutter a little. “Granted, I… uh, I don’t think it’s going to be as good” he chuckled. “So, we don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to” he assured you before he placed the basket back down. “I um… I also didn’t get to give you your present” he said, grabbing a bag on your nightstand.

“You-” you felt something weird happening. “You got me a present?”

“Of course, I got you a present, love” James smiled sweetly. “Would you like to open it? Or we can eat first if you’d like. Or you can eat. And I can leave if you prefer-”

Before he could go on, you quickly grabbed the bag from him. James smiled to himself at how excited you looked, opening your gift. And then, you pulled it out. A book. And a stuffed rabbit. An exact rabbit like the one in the book. Wearing a small knitted cardigan with Gryffindor colors. Just like the one James had given you.

“What-?” you tried to catch your breath. “H-how did you-?”

“The sweater comes off” he smiled. “I asked my mum to make it, I thought it would look cute because you like mine so much” he explained.

“N-no, how um- how did you know-?”

“You told me, remember?” he frowned, confused. “How when you were a kid, and your mum took you and your brothers to Diagon Alley and you ran off and got lost and ended up in a muggle library” he continued. “And you read that book and you always wanted a rabbit like that one-”

“Y-you remember that?” you asked, in complete disbelief.

You told him that story so long ago. You remember it perfectly. It was the first night he stayed in your dorm and you ended up talking all night. You had no idea he would remember it. It felt like forever ago.

“Of course, love” he said as if it was obvious.

Before either one of you could say anything else, you threw your arms around James’ shoulders and you planted a big kiss on his lips. James widened his eyes in surprise a little before he closed them and wrapped one of his arms around your waist and he placed his other hand on your cheek.

“This is…” you sighed when you pulled apart and you looked down at your rabbit. “This is the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me” you chuckled.

"Um... I also wanted to ask if... you would like to be my girlfriend?" he said, nervously.

"I would really like that" you nodded.

“Wait, are you… are you crying?” James asked, brushing a few tears with his thumb.

“A-am I?” you asked as a smile appeared on your face. You brought your hand up to your face and you saw that it was, in fact, covered in tears. “I’m crying!” you chuckled as you noticed James’ eyes welling up as they usually did. “James, I’m crying!”

“I can see that, love” he smiled brightly at you. “I’m really sorry I forgot your birthday” he said, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay” you assured him. “You cooked for me” you said with a small laugh.

“I also apologize for that. I have no idea what I was doing” he warned you.

“It can’t be that bad” you assured him. “Would you like to join me?”

“R-really?”

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your window. You sat down as James pulled out the food, smiling when he saw you playing with your rabbit’s ear and going through the pages of your book. He had never seen you smile like this. And he promised to himself that he would do anything he can to keep that smile placed there.

“James?”

“Yes, love?”

“Um… please don’t cry when I say this but… uh, you were right… earlier today” you said, nervously before you cleared your throat and you looked at him. “I love you” you admitted, feeling an enormous weight off your shoulders. And of course, James’ tears quickly ran down his cheeks.

“Y-you do?” he asked with a sweet smile and you nodded.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it” you said, nervously. “I just… well, y-you know Sirius and I don’t really- um… I was just… scared because we were sort of instructed to… not really feel anything and I just… didn’t want to screw things up with you because you are very in touch with your emotions and I’m a bit broken that way-”

“You’re not broken, love” he insisted, holding your hand in his. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you. Because you’re perfect” he said, making you smile a little. “And I love you so much” he said, pulling you for another kiss and he felt your smile against his lips. “Say it again” he asked when you pulled away.

“James-”

“Please” he pouted, making you laugh and roll your eyes a little.

“I love you” you said, making him throw his arms around you and pulled you to him, peppering your face with kisses as he heard you laugh, which was his favorite music.

“I love you too!”

The End

[Bonus Scene The Next Day at The Three Broomsticks...]

"Sirius... are you crying?" Remus asked his boyfriend.

"It's just so beautiful" he said, wiping his tears as you rested your head against James' shoulder. "How Prongs set everything up for her birthday after he forgot and he got her that cute rabbit" he said, while Remus chuckled and hugged him and he looked at James.

"You kind of opened the gate for Blacks to cry, you know that right?"

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A/N: I really love how this turned out so I hope you liked it too! xD let me know what you think! Remus is coming next and then Sirius!

#marauders #marauders imagine #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #sirius black x sister!reader #james potter oneshot

[mvltisstuff]

hii!! i hope your summer has been/was wonderful!!

if it’s possible could you do an evan buckley request to “begin again” by taylor swift?

where reader was in a really rough relationship and now with buck he’s treating her like an actual goddess and she’s constantly questioning to herself how she deserves it and mentioning how weird it is that he actually cares about/loves her.

thank you so so much in advance!! 🫶

begin again - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @meep-meep-richie

a/n: guys i’m SO sorry i have been so slow again w the fics, i’ve just been trying to enjoy summer as much as i can, but i certainly have some coming your way ;)) thank you for the request love, and i hope the rest of your august is lovely <3 i did a bit of a different style with this, hope you enjoy

“can you keep your location on this time?” her boyfriend asks, seeing her getting ready in the mirror.

“i’m just going to work, thomas,” y/n chuckles, thinking it was harmless, but she was his eyes roll almost to the back of his head.

“i’m just asking you one thing, y/n,” he groans.

“i just think you could trust me, i have a long shift today,” she brushes her hair back into an elastic, getting her belongings before grabbing her phone. she always tells herself that she’ll stand up for herself, but she falls into his traps anyway. she presses the small button hesitantly, showing him her location.

“hi, buck!” she greeted, as he walks in the door. he jogs right up to her, kissing the side of her cheek as she giggles into his touch. “i’m going out with some friends tonight, but i’ll be back before you know it so we can spend time together!”

“don’t rush, baby,” he laughs. “take your time with your friends, have a fun night.” he goes to love his stuff onto his counter, but she follows up behind him.

“oh, here, i’ll send you the link to find my friends,” she looks down at her phone, so she doesn’t see the confusion written all over his face.

“the link to what?”

“i’m just gonna send you my location, so you don’t have to ask.”

“honey, i don’t need your location,” he smiles lightly, giving her reassurance and it’s her turn to be confused.

“a-are you sure?” her nose crinkles along with her brows.

“of course, i trust you, always,” he tells her, letting the weight on her shoulders drop. she was hoping he wasn’t mad, but he would never, ever get mad at her for something as silly as that.

“oh!” she says, shocked but still appreciating him. “okay, thank you, i’ll be back in a bit.”

“don’t thank me, just be safe,” he pecks her lips again, watching her skip happily out the door.

y/n looked back in the long mirror again, slipping on a pair of heels to compliment the adorable dress she was wearing. they went along perfectly, and now she finally had an occasion to wear them. she was thrilled to show thomas her outfit, feeling pretty in her own skin and twirling the dress out in the mirror. she turned around, expecting a bright smirk on his face, but she was met with a flat expression.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, concern written in her words.

“nothing,” he grumbles, moving over to adjust his sleeves and grab something from the nightstand.

“no, somethings wrong. i can tell in your voice.”

“y/n, leave it,” he sighs, looking over at y/n who’s still waiting for a response. “are you sure you want to wear that?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, its a bit too much, don’t you think?” y/n looked back at the dress, not seeing anything wrong with it. maybe it was the design, her body, but clearly something was wrong with it. maybe she just couldn’t see the way he does. “we’re not going to the club, are we?”

“no, but i wanted to look nice.”

“maybe you should keep looking,” he tried to disguise his heartbreaking words with a light grin, but y/n saw right through it. he loves her, he just wants what’s best for her and she knows he knows best. so, she hung the dress back up and put the heels back in their box. she ran into the bathroom to change again, practicing happy smiles and tried to fight back the stinging tears in her eyes. he doesn’t want her to ruin her makeup.

buck and y/n’s schedules had aligned again, letting her finally be able to meet his real work family. she was so happy she could finally enter this part of his life, and only wanted to support all of his team at the 118.

y/n had been in the bathroom for a while, a little too long for buck to not have any concern. she was examining her outfit, the same dress she wore when thomas told her to take it off. she still felt beautiful in it, but not as much as she did. she never realized how easily someone could take away her confidence. she figured she’d at least leave a pair of new heels out, thinking buck would appreciate the simple sandal.

“y/n?” he knocks, lightly. “you doing alright, honey?”

“yeah!” she answers, suddenly getting that nervous feeling in her stomach. she hesitated on opening the door, but she clicked the lock and pulled it open. she felt more vulnerable than ever standing in front of him. she knew his reaction and that he’d want it off, but she was only met with complete admiration.

“woah,” he exhales, looking at her gorgeous dress and wonderful figure underneath.

“i can change if you don’t want me to wear this, i have a few more options in the bathro-“

“are you kidding? you have to wear this, you look so beautiful in this, y/n!”

“i do?” she asks, looking into his genuine eyes.

“of course you do, what makes you say that?”

“it’s just that, you know, it’s nothing,” she tried to walk back over to the shoe rack, looking for her sandals but his hand stops her.

“hey, talk to me,” buck requests, softly but also wanting her to be able to open up.

“my ex didn’t like this dress, he didn’t think i was good enough for a piece of fabric,” she laughs sarcastically, but buck can tell it hurts her still.

“well, he’s a dumbass, a dumbass who lost you,” he replies. “i’ve never seen someone more gorgeous than you, i don’t care what anyone says. i’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

“just make everything so much better without trying?”

“oh, you know,” buck jokes, putting his arm around her shoulder. “im a natural, that’s all.” she slaps his shoulder, laughing at him before going off to see his family.

y/n stood in the corner of the room in an outfit she never wanted to wear today. she watched everyone converse in a friendly way, only few people stopping by to say hello. even if they did, it lasted a few minutes. she quickly became a decoration to thomas, just being there for silent support before he ditched her for more rich businesspeople. she sipped lightly at her small glass of champagne, wishing she had the whole bottle with her.

he didn’t see any potential in her, not even caring to introduce her until someone asked who she was. she never had felt more out of place, but it became a regular thing. he’d venture off to talk to other people, leaving y/n in the dark. she felt like she was just swept under the rug, something to deal with later.

“bobby, come over here!” buck shouted across the room, waving his hand for bobby to come over. when he did, he had a welcoming smile on his face and shook y/n’s hand. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“it’s nice to finally meet you, y/n,” he says. “we’ve heard a lot about you, like a lot.”

“thank you for having me today,” she replies gracefully, looking at buck who’s glancing back at her with pride in his face.

“it’s our pleasure, really, you’re a delight, y/n.” athena walks in, wrapping her arm around bobby’s waist and offering y/n a drink. buck guides her over to chim and hen who sat together on one of the benches in the grants backyard.

“y/n, this is henrietta, or hen, and then chimney,” buck smiles, his hand still connected with hers and letting her say hello to everyone.

“my real names howard, by the way, not sure if that one bothered to mention that,” chimney pokes fun at buck, who pretends to be offended for a moment but just lets it be.

“i’m glad we can put this lovely face to the name,” hen beams, looking at y/n and feeling the positivity radiating from her. “maybe you can rub off on that one.”

“my names not ‘that one’ by the way, and i’m right here!” buck fake complains, but knowing they all have a good heart. “i’m about to leave and take her with me.”

everyone groans in complaint, making y/n laugh and buck leading her to sit next to everyone. she makes her rounds saying hello to athena’s kids and eddie, everyone finding her to be so graceful. the acceptance from everyone was fully unexpected on y/n’s part, barely being able to comprehend how buck could be so in love with her. she had stepped out for a moment after assisting athena and bobby in the kitchen, buck following right after her.

y/n never got this treatment from thomas, always feeling like she had to beg for it but it was so easy for buck. it made her years of insecurity and questioning vanish, only to be replaced with the security from her loving man.

“you alright?” he asks, meeting her by the steps of the home.

“yeah, i’m perfect!” she tells him. “i just didn’t expect this.”

“they all love you, what’s not to love?” he replies softly, looking her up and down. “you’re smart, you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met, you’re wonderful in every way, y/n.”

“i remember when thomas took me to work events, and i was just in the corner with a drink. no one really noticed i was there, so it just came as a surprise to see you so affectionate.”

“i’ll always show you off, you’re the best woman i’ve ever met. i want the whole world to know that i managed to get you, and also,” he kisses her lips, bringing her thoughts back down to earth to ease her worries. “i love you, a lot.”

in that moment, y/n knew buck was everything that her ex could never be.

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[akunya]

Ok,, hear me out, 35 w oliver evans?!?!,#?! LIKE!?!?!!

They could be in his classroom and his students can walk in any minute,;, ,,

- ⚡anon!!! ( u can ignore this if u wanna!! Idm :o))!! Also, congrats on 200 followers!!!! U deserve it, cause ur writings?!?!?! R SO. :heart_eyes:, and ur bf is a fucking ass booo eww, u dont deserve him!!!! )

"we might get caught. does that turn you on?"

pairings: oliver evans / m!reader summary: teacher's pet loses his virginity: not clickbait? tw: size difference, TEACHER/STUDENT, age gap(?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, dubcon, manipulative, praise, etc.

notes: i actually gasped when i saw this rq. its been rotting my BRAIN for days. this might be terribly ooc, but this was fun. thank you so much for requesting again ⚡anon! age gap is hinted that oliver is older than you.

she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

you sat on the professors desk, heart thumping as he pried your legs open. his gentle eyes raked over your body, your uniform shirt slightly unbuttoned, along with the growing bulge in your pants. the room was empty except for the two of you. it was after class hours, and oliver had asked you to stay behind to speak with him quickly. how could you say no, when he asked so politely?

"you're hard already, and i didn't even touch you yet. don't tell me you've been thinking about this before.." he chuckled at your shocked expression, as you backed away he only moved in further. you never took your teacher to be the teasing type. when you thought about him, on those nights that you fisted your cock and your mind wandered off on its own, you couldn't help but imagine him as a caring, gentle top. in your imagination, he'd hold you so softly, as if you'd crack under anymore pressure. he'd take you to his place, make you dinner and spoil you like a good pet. of course, that teacher of yours only lived in your indulgent virgin fantasies. you couldn't read the man in front of you. oliver still looked as neat and orderly as ever, as if he wasn't the one to lead you to sit on his desk and whisper dirty things in your ear for the past half hour. it was obvious he was hard too, but he didnt even bother to touch himself, his long fingers pinching and grabbing at your body instead. he was gentle, but teasing you relentlessly, loving the way you practically squealed when he whispered and licked the shell of your ear. you could see how he was holding back, letting go little by little. maybe he had some respect for the setting he put you in after all.

"we might get caught. does that turn you on?" he towered over you, making you feel exceptionally small. why was he so big? you shook your head, raising your voice a bit not wanting to give in. "i-it doesn't, i-" oliver pressed his finger against your lips, shushing you. the silence let you pick up on the familiar ambience in the halls, eyes widening. you felt your stomach twist in fear as you heard the footsteps of students outside. oliver didn't back away however, taking the opportunity to snake his other hand around your waist and pull you in closer. you couldnt protest, not wanting to say anything too loudly and draw attention to yourself from onlookers. oliver noted this, smirking as he held you closely. "shh, quiet little one. people might hear you." he laughed again, amused by how flustered and frightened you were.

the older man continued to slowly strip you, unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it aside to play with your chest. his skilled fingers playing and pinching with your nipples, squeezing and watching you intently as you squirmed and moaned. you couldn't help the noises that spilled out, hushed praises of "good boy" and "you're doing so well" in his deep voice only leading you further. whenever he praised you, even during class, you couldn't help the rush of excitement and pleasure that washed over you. you wanted more. more of his praises, more of his sweet voice in your ear, more of his touch. you had forgotten to try and resist, welcoming him when he had slipped his tongue into your mouth. the professor welcomed this, showering you with more praises and obscenities until you could barely think.

"such a good boy i have, hm? maybe even naughty students like you deserve a reward too." oliver hummed, loving how you had quickly given into his special treatment. you reminded him of an obedient little puppy when you excitedly nodded your head yes, whining and begging for something more. he always knew you had a thing for him too, but he never thought you'd admit it like this so quickly. seeing some students peer in, he noted that he should probably pick up the pace, but you barely seemed to register it at all anymore. you were so engrossed in having your teacher's attention on you, you didn't notice how some students peered through the window, shock on their faces at the scene playing in their very own classroom. maybe you were much more of a pervert than you initially thought.

"i can tell you've wanted this, haven't you? poor thing." oliver leaned in to kiss your cheeks, stealing another long kiss from your lips. he would have fun with you, he thought to himself. from the way you were trembling and your pants weren't even off, he couldn't wait any longer, guiding you to lay down on your back and keep your legs spread. unbuckling his belt, he wanted to engrave your flushed, nearly naked expression in his mind for the rest of his life.

after today, you'd be his little pet in and out of the classroom, whenever he wanted you to be - but he thinks you wouldn't mind, anyways.

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[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Crazy Love)

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Regardless of how much tears Liam shed, tomorrow would still come without change.

The performance period of “Hamlet” went on night after night, it was a hot topic in all of England.

And so, on the day after the final performance — it was exactly one month since I joined Crown.

The end of my job as a “fairytale writer”.

…

The clattering of the keys on my typewriter resonated through my room.

My report was a story of my love and sorrows during the time spent together with Liam.

All the memories were still vivid in my mind, and yet so incredibly endearing.

(... This should be fine. Let’s deliver this report to Victor in the palace.)

…

The palace’s Grim Reaper softened his gemstone-like eyes when he saw me.

Victor: You’re here to submit your report, Miss Kate?

Kate: Yes. This is the report I wrote about my observations of Liam Evans during my time as a fairytale writer.

Kate: However, this report has yet to be concluded.

Victor: … What do you mean?

Kate: Would it be possible for you to allow me to continue working as a fairytale writer?

Victor: Is it because of that boy (Liam)?

Kate: W-When we first met, one of the conditions I had for you was that I’d be allowed to return to my original life.

(That’s why I became a fairytale writer for a month.)

Kate: My current request contradicts the one I made back then, and besides, love is one of the reasons—

Victor: Kate. Love or not, everyone is free to care for one another and I think that's really powerful.

Kate: Victor…

Victor: I’ve concluded that Crown and the cursed people need you.

Victor: And so, I… as well as Her Majesty, would like to make a proposal. Will you stay and continue being our fairytale writer?

(...!)

Kate: Y-Yes, I’d love to. Thank you so much!

Victor: I should be thanking you instead.

Victor: … Well then, let's do this once again. Welcome to “Crown”, the villains' lair.

Victor: Alrighty! That’s enough with the serious talk.

Victor: Goodness, the serious look on your face rubbed off on me.

Kate: S-Sorry…

Victor: Specially for our serious yet lovely Kate, we are having a dinner party tonight!

Victor: Come on, clap. *seal clapping* YAY!

I clapped as told, and cocked my head in puzzlement.

Kate: A… dinner party?

Victor: YES! Think of it as a “please continue to look out for Crown, Kate” dinner party!

Kate: Fufufu, I see. Thank you.

(Hm? Hold on.)

(Does this mean Victor expected that I would stay?)

— As expected of the palace’s Grim Reaper. His abilities shouldn't be underestimated.

Victor: All the members of Crown know about the dinner party, have fun!

Victor: Well then, we must get you ready for the party. — Come on, all of you. Come in.

With a snap of Victor’s fingers, servants came pouring in through the door.

They were carrying loads of dresses, shoes, and jewellery.

Kate: Victor!

Victor: I’ve always wanted to give you a dress, so I bought you everything in a corner of Harrods.

Victor: Ahh, of course, this was all bought using a little pocket money I earned outside my official court duties. You can be rest assured about that.

(... I don’t even know where to start.)

Victor: Alright, Miss Kate. Which dress would you like to wear tonight?

All of the colourful dresses looked amazing to me, however—

(Liam will definitely like whichever dress I choose myself.)

Kate: I’ll choose this dress, then. It's simple, yet beautiful.

Victor: … Ahh, I was also thinking that this dress especially suits you.

The moment I chose a dress, two servants escorted me out of the room; one on either side of me.

Kate: Whoa…!

Victor: Off you go now. See you at tonight’s dinner, Kate.

Victor’s lips formed into a sneaky smile as Kate’s figure disappeared.

Victor: I’m sorry for lying to you, Kate. How very evil of me.

Victor: But that's what makes me a worthy member of Crown. … Ahaha.

…

While Kate was becoming Victor’s plaything, Liam and Harrison were at the train station.

Harrison: — Mission complete.

Liam: …

Harrison: … Hey.

Liam: …

Harrison: Hey, Liam.

Liam: Whoa! Sorry, Harry! I was spacing out while we’re on a mission.

Harrison: It’s fine, we already got the evidence we need about the illegal trades. … You were spacing out because of Kate, weren’t you?

Liam: How did you know?

Harrison: Your face is like an open book, it’d be concerning if I couldn't figure it out.

Harrison: *sigh* Just say it. I’ll listen to you for 5 minutes because that depressed look on your face is annoying.

Liam: … Today is Kate’s last day as a fairytale writer.

Harrison: Ah, yeah. I heard from her that she’s leaving the castle tonight.

Liam: … What?

Liam: Kate is leaving tonight…?

Harrison: Yeah. Victor’s having a dinner party tonight to thank Kate for her efforts or something.

Liam: I- I didn’t know—

Harrison: He hid the truth from you because he didn't know how you would take it, or you might slip into depression.

Harrison: That’s why he told Kate to not tell you until the very last minute. I mean, that’s just my guess.

Liam: That’s not…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Look, Liam. Kate did great. She never once gave up on you, no matter what.

Harrison: She reached out her hand to you like a fool, smiling brightly next to you.

Harrison: But you shouldn't take for granted that she'll forever be with you, you know?

Liam: That’s not what I think at all…!

Harrison: If that's the case—

Harrison: Let me make this clear to you. If you want something, reach out for it yourself. You have the freedom to do so.

Liam: Then…

Liam: … What about Kate’s freedom and happiness?

Liam: Crown isn’t a group of heroes fighting for justice. Will she really be happy in this sort of environment…?

Liam: Besides, Kate used to work at the post office. I’m sure she has friends there.

Liam: Meanwhile, I have nothing. Kate and I are two worlds apart. A-And yet, if I tie her down because of my selfishness—

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Why do you get to decide what’s freedom and happiness for Kate? That’s selfish.

Liam: … What.

Harrison: That girl is no weakling, nor is she an idiot.

Harrison: You should let her listen to your feelings and make the decision herself.

Harrison: You know her character better than anyone else. She’s the woman you’re in love with.

Liam: …

Liam: … Thanks. Thanks, Harry!

Liam: I- I have to get to Kate!

Harrison: Huh? Hey, Liam, wait—

With the agility of a cat, Liam pushed his way through the crowd of people boarding the steam train and ran off.

Harrison: No way, is he leaving me here even though we’re going back to the same place?

Harrison: …

Harrison: … Geez, I’m not used to being this meddlesome.

…

Tonight, the usually quiet Castle seemed more lively.

Kate: Wow…!

(There’s meat, fish, and desserts. What a lavish feast!)

(He even invited a live orchestra…)

While I was admiring the extravagant dishes on the dining table and enjoying the beautiful music in the background, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Ellis: Good evening, Kate. … You look especially beautiful tonight.

Elbert: … Al. Does Kate look beautiful tonight?

Alfons: You’re asking that at this time in front of the lady, very unromantic.

Alfons: I believe it's a tie this time.

Elbert: A tie. … That’s too difficult.

Jude: Why are the servants here? They must've mistaken this place for their living quarters.

Kate: I asked Victor to invite all the members of Crown here tonight. Should I not have done that…?

Jude: Are you going to chase them away if I say no? Do whatever you want.

Kate: Okay! Thanks, Jude.

Jude: … Tch, you’re so noisy.

Roger: Haha. You’ve gotten used to dealing with Jude, little lady. Good job.

It now felt rather comforting to see the uniqueness of everyone at Crown.

One month ago, I never would've dared to imagined that such a day would come.

Ellis: Hm?

Ellis: Victor is performing magic tricks by himself, and where are Harrison and Liam…?

William: They went to complete a mission. They should be returning soon.

(... Right.)

(I made the decision of staying and continuing my work as a fairytale writer, without discussing it with Liam.)

(What will Liam think when he hears about my decision? Will he be happy? Or…)

What Liam and I had between us wasn't as simple as like versus dislike.

No matter what Liam felt about me, he would hesitate to reach out for me.

All his life, Liam had been stripped of the right to have a purpose. He was trampled on and had no freedom to be himself.

I knew that Liam would have difficulty reaching for what he truly wanted.

(I don’t want a lot.)

(All I want is to stay by Liam's side, that alone is enough to make me happy.)

My feelings were most definitely not a lie, but there was a certain burning desire in my heart that I couldn't get over.

(I’m fine if it’ll only happen “someday”. It doesn't matter when that “someday” will be.)

(It’d make me so happy if someday, Liam would want me…)

I wanted him to touch my hair, body, and heart as he wished. I wanted him to take all of me.

(I’m being so selfish.)

(Before meeting Liam, I never knew I had this side of me.)

— But there was no going back to how things were before I met Liam.

(I want to see him as soon as possible.)

Elbert: … The song changed.

Roger: It’s time to dance — come, little lady. It’d be a big waste for you to be a wallflower.

Roger: You’ll be my dance partner. … What do you say?

Roger pulled me closer by the waist, taking me by surprise.

(R-Roger?)

And in that instant, someone brushed Roger’s hand off me.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*...

Liam: … *pant*... Roger, you tried to touch Kate because you heard me coming, didn't you?

Roger: Heh.

Roger: Catch you later, little lady. I feel like getting a beer. Join me, Jude.

Jude: Hah? Why me? Go drink alone if you want, quack.

I knew from the sweet smell of vanilla that it was Liam standing there, panting next to my shoulder.

Our eyes met, and Liam got down on his knees in a captivatingly beautiful way.

Liam: Kate. I’m really, really, sorry for being late.

He held out the bouquet of pink modern roses he hid behind his back.

When I received it, a fresh and sweet scent tickled my nostrils.

Kate: This is…

Liam: All this time, I’ve been thinking a lot about things like your happiness and freedom.

Liam: But the more I thought about it… I realised that, to you, I’ll only be a shadow at your feet.

Kate: L… Liam…

Liam: Shadows never disappear. That’s why, I wanted to just tell you “bye bye, be well”.

(...)

Liam: That really was what I wanted to say. I told myself that I could do it, because acting is what I’m good at.

Liam: But… but…

Liam ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Liam: But, I’m sorry… I can’t.

Thump. Thump. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest.

(I don’t expect much.)

(Although that was what I’ve been thinking…)

I held my breath and looked into his eyes, not wanting to wait even another second to hear him continue speaking.

Liam: Kate. Back then, I couldn’t take your hand.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then.

Liam: But…

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. When you’re ready, you can tell me.

Liam: … Tell you?

Kate: Yes. Things like… what’s on your mind, what’s making you happy, or what’s hurting you.

– Flashback End –

(Is he about to tell me what he couldn’t say that night?)

Liam: I couldn’t bring myself to reach for your hand that you so desperately held out to me.

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[thenbecauseggoes]

Looooove your writing omg

Could you do an Evan fic where he sees a woman walk into a coffee shop after him and is obsessed with her and her long brown hair and blue eyes so he buys her coffee and then asks her out they go to dinner etc etc it’s amazing and she goes back to his place for some extra fun if you know what I mean potentially multiple rounds maybe even a little shower sex 😩😍

Thank youuuuu

A/N: hello anon!! thank you so much for the compliment! i hope u like this fic, i promise im getting to all requests SOON!!! ive been rlly busy w work but i hope u like this!!!

warnings: unprotected sex, pnv, shower sex, dirty talk, masturbation, fingering, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1571

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Coffee Shop

To say you were a regular at this coffee shop down the street from your apartment would be an understatement. You came nearly every day, knew the workers and knew most of the other regulars. Today was no different, you finished up some last minute university homework and closed your computer, taking off your headphones and looking out the window. You’re so caught up in your staring you hardly notice a man tapping your shoulder. You turn around and are met with the eyes of none other than Evan Peters. 

“Hey,” he says, motioning to the stool next to you “mind if I sit here?” you nod and turn your body to face him more directly. Something about him entranced you, you had seen him on TV before but nothing compared to the real thing. Blonde hair that fell perfectly to frame his face, beautiful eyes and his lips looked so kissable. 

“What brings you in here?” you ask, genuinely curious about what an A lister would be doing just so out in the open. 

“I like to come out here when I just need space” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders “what about you?”

“Finishing up last minute homework, i’m here a lot” you state.

“Well then I assume people here know you pretty well?”

“You could say that” you giggle at his statement.

“Well then they probably won’t expect it when I pay for your coffee today hm?” he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. The suddenness of his comment taking you aback.

“I can’t let you pay for me-” 

“Already did” he cuts you off sending a wink your way. 

“Wow, you’re awfully nice”

“Don’t mention it”

“How can I repay the favor?” you ask, it comes out more suggestively than you would’ve liked it to but he was extremely hard to be normal around. 

“Let me take you out to dinner sometime?” he asks.

“I’d like that, listen I gotta get going but,” you look around for something to write on and eventually just tear off a piece of your notebook and grab a pen. “Here’s my number” you smile and hand it to him. 

“I’ll call you” he says with a chuckle “what’s your name beautiful” he asks as you start to pack up.

“y/n” you answer

“I’m Evan” he states, bringing out his hand for you to shake which you do.

“I know” you answer while walking towards the door, confused but excited about how someone like Evan managed to want you but you weren’t going to complain.

The days passed until the date you had set previously over the phone came. You spent hours touching up your hair, makeup, and outfit just hoping it would be enough. It wasn’t anything too fancy but nothing too casual either. Your phone buzzed with the promise of Evan being at the door accompanied by three knocks at the door. You padded through the apartment and opened the door to find him in a white shirt and jeans. He looked amazing as always. 

“You look incredible” he said with his mouth agape

“You look amazing too” you blush and look away before Evan grabbed your jaw and pulled your face to face his own. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked seriously before you nodded. He leaned in and placed a small kiss on your lips, he tried to deepen it but you pulled away.

“We don’t wanna be late” you say

“Fuck that” he says huskily against your lips, he takes your hand in his own to palm himself through his jeans, letting out a small whine. As hot as it was you had to fight the urge to take him right there.

“Evan, dinner” you remind him as he continues to put pressure onto his dick

“I know, you’re just so hot,” he whispers into your ear. “Just a little bit, please?” he begs. 

“No,” you remind him and place a small kiss on his cheek “let’s go out” you smile and put your hands on his shoulders. He smiles back and leads you out the door with his hand on the small of your back. 

“When we get back i’m gonna wreck you” he whispers in your ear making a wet patch form in your panties.  

When you get to the restaurant you walk in and the hostess leads you to a booth in the back. It’s not a fancy place but it’s perfect for a first date. 

“So what do you get here?” you ask, looking at the menu and turning it over in your hands in an attempt to find something that sounds good. 

“I usually just end up going with the burger, it’s really good.” he responds, putting down his own menu and looking you in the eyes. 

“Can we split it?”

“Sure baby” his voice makes your stomach do flips. He’s so amazing, just everything about him.

After dinner you get in the car, he opens the door for you and everything, he’s just so perfect and you can’t stop thinking about it. 

“You made it so hard to focus that whole time baby” he says, putting his hand on your thigh. “Kept making me hard all night” you rubbed your thighs together, looking for any kind of friction which Evan smirked at and moved his hand up your inner thigh. 

“Evan..” you tried to speak as his hand moved up further.

“You know I have to get my girl prepped for me,” he starts moving his hands under the waistband of your jeans and into your panties “so wet already, just for me” he starts drawing circles on your clit and teasing your sensitive hole with his index finger. The ride home was him just teasing you. Your moans for more becoming too much as he finally pulls into the driveway of his house. You walk in and he immediately pushes you against the wall and starts hungrily kissing you. His hand goes back down to your core and he lifts up a knee, prompting you to ride it. Which you do, you’re desperate for something, anything that’ll bring you closer to your release. “Yeah, come on baby, ride me, just like that” he speaks between heavy breaths. His cock is pressed up painfully hard against his jeans. He’s never seen anyone like you, so beautiful, so sweet. He might dare to say he’s obsessed with you, something he’s never admitted to anyone before. His train of thought is immediately cut off by your erratic moans and squeals. 

“Gonna… gonna cum Evan” you whimper out

“Cum for me baby” he says, pressing kisses and bites on your neck, helping you ride out your high. Once you were set to move you unbuttoned his pants, taking out his painfully hard dick. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to his bed and gets on top of you, kissing you hungrily. He slips his dick in between your folds and you writhe at the sensitive pressure. He finally slips it in, causing you both to let out a moan. He finally starts thrusting in and out of you, leaving you a whimpering, moaning mess. 

“Shit y/n, you’re so tight” he groans into your neck as his thrusts get more intense “gonna make me cum so fast” his words send you over the edge and his thumb comes down to rub your clit. You scream his name as you cum and he pulls out, finishing all over your stomach. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath before getting up. 

“Is it uh, okay if I use your shower?” you ask, needing to clean up. 

“Yeah go ahead” you smile a little bit as you realize he’s stroking himself under the covers, you decide to let him do what he needs to do as you go to the en suite and turn on the shower. You hear him groan from the bedroom, how does he manage to turn you on so much? Your fingers find their way down your body and circle your clit, making you whimper. 

“So pretty baby” you turn around, startled as you feel Evan come up behind you “couldn’t help myself when you got up, you look so pretty with my cum on you” 

“Need you” you whimper into his ear

“Aw, i have such a needy girl” he whispers before biting softly down on the shell of your ear. He makes you moan at nearly everything he does. He slides his erection through your thighs and thrusts in between them, relieving some pressure for himself. He slides his member in your dripping cunt again and his eyes wander to where his dick keeps disappearing into you, making him moan in your ear. “So sensitive, I'm gonna cum” he whispers in your ear. 

“Me too” you manage to get out before you release all over him and he pulls out and does the same. 

He turns you around and kisses you before grabbing the soap and lathering it onto your body. When you get out of the shower and into his bed he holds you tightly almost as if you would slip away. 

“If you don’t mind i’d like if we could do this more often.” he finally says

“I’d like that” you admit before you drift off to sleep and he places a small kiss on your forehead

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Lighters In The Air

Fandom: RPF, American Actor, 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character

Characters: Chris Evans, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Scott Evans 

Word Count: 3659 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you spilled your beer down the back of my shirt You had me when I turned around

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Meet Cute, Beach, Blowjobs, Kissing, Handjobs, Guys Weekend, Holiday, Songfic, Kisses, One Night Stands? Sorta, Spring Break, Florida Vacation,  Lighters In The Air // Chris Young

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Only you could book a Florida vacation in the height of spring break,’ Chris said as he placed a couple more t-shirts into his hand luggage. ‘It’ll be fun,’ Scott said rolling his eyes.  ‘Yeah, when we were eighteen. Not at forty,’ Chris said.  ‘Hey, we’re not all forty remember,’ Scott chuckled, ‘anyway it was the only dates we could all do. And I didn’t see you complaining when you left me with all the organising.’ ‘You’re the least busy what can I say,’ Chris said. He threw a few more toiletries into his bag and zipped it, mentally going through everything in his head. Since work took him all over the place he was an expert at travelling. Though like his work he was more of a show-up-when-told kind of guy rather than arrange every detail. That meant that the organisation of the boy's weekend he and Scott were going on with some friends had fallen into the hands of his brother. Who had informed him they were headed for sun, sea and sand on the Florida coast. The only problem was that hundreds of thousands of college kids were also due to descend on the same place. 

Chris didn’t mind them. Hell years ago he’d been one of them. Partying all night, sleeping by the pool all day and drinking far too much. But he wasn’t a kid anymore. Hell out of all of the guys going he and Scott were the only ones without kids themselves. He wanted to hang out, relax, and have a few beers. The idea of pushing his way through sweaty crowds or being woken at 5 am as people made their way back to their rooms didn’t appeal to him much anymore.

‘Well that’s the way it is,’ Scott said somewhat snappily as Chris sat down on his bed. He was sitting on a chair in the corner of Chris’s bedroom waiting for his brother to pack up. Chris had only been home for one night, having just gotten back from a press tour, and now he was flying out again for four days.   ‘Sorry man,’ Chris said, ‘I’m not raggin on you. Thanks for sorting everything out by the way.’  ‘It’s fine,’ Scott said waving him off.  ‘So, how long before we have to be at the airport?’ ‘An hour or so,’ Scott said, ‘I said we’d meet the guys there. Before you know it we’ll be downing beers and listening to Luke Combs serenade our poker night.’ ‘Luke Combs?’ Chris asked narrowing his eyes.  ‘Well yeah,’ Scott said with a smirk, ‘didn’t I mention there’s a music festival going on at the neighbouring resort?’ ‘No,’ Chris said, ‘you didn’t.’  ‘Well, there is,’ he said getting up and walking to his brother. He placed a hand on the older man’s shoulder and smiled sympathetically, ‘don’t be such a grump. It might not be that bad.’ 

And with that, he grabbed his and Chris’ bag off of the bed and headed out the door. Chris flopped back on the bed with a sigh. He had to be positive. Scott was right, after all, it might not be that bad. 

✵✵✵

Chris was warm. Though it was still spring the evening air had a heat to it that made him uncomfortable in his T-shirt and jeans. It didn’t help that around him in every direction were people. Scott had managed to convince the guys that they didn’t want to spend their first night in their hotel playing poker and that was why Chris was in a crowd ten thousand strong watching some artist he didn’t know. He swigged his beer and swayed to the music, thankful at least that it wasn’t a genre he detested. Scott and his friends were burrowed in the crowd a little on ahead leaving him somewhat exposed though the fact he had sunglasses and a cap on hid him well as it always did. It also helped that everyone around him seemed to be too enthralled in the show or too drunk to take any notice of him.

In fact, as he looked around he found that a few people were looking behind him. Actually, most people were but as he went to turn around he felt a cool wet stream down his back. He turned around to find a couple of guys pulling another man back through the crowd and off of a girl who was standing in front of him, a now empty beer bottle in her hand.

She whipped around at looked up at him her face full of embarrassment. ‘Oh my god!’ she said, ‘I’m so sorry!’ ‘It’s okay,’ he said trying to ignore how sticky the small of his back was feeling right now. ‘No It’s not,’ she said putting her hand on his arm so he was forced to show her the spillage, ‘that stupid guy was pushing through the crowd. He knocked me over and now your shirts ruined!’ ‘Look…’ Chris started suddenly realising he didn’t know her name. ‘Laura,’ she said with a sheepish smile. ‘Laura. That guys the problem not you don’t worry about it,’ he said.

She seemed to be taking in his words and her face was pensive for a second. Then without warning, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her and through the crowd. Chris didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why he allowed her to pull him through towards the back of the arena but he did it anyway. Chris watched her as they moved through the people. She was at least a foot shorter than him and her brown hair spilled down her back though it was covered somewhat by a Georgia State baseball cap.

As the crowd started to thin out she stopped leading him and let his hand go allowing him to fall into step beside her. They passed security guards near the gates who let them out into a common area that was housing various stalls. There were food stalls and beer stands all around though they walked past them to a small booth near the end of the enclosure. It was odd neither of them saying anything but Chris didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he was intrigued.

They got to a tent which was manned by a bored-looking guy who was scrolling through his phone. He looked up as she stood on the opposite side of the table from him.

‘Hey Laura,’ he said eyeing Chris who was standing behind her. ‘Hey Chase,’ she said, ‘have we got any of those T-shirts left?’ ‘The volunteer ones?’ he asked. ‘Yeah that’s the one,’ she said. ‘Yeah what size?’ he said looking at her. She looked over at Chris. Chase’s happy-go-lucky attitude seemed to evaporate as he took in the man beside her. ‘Large,’ Chris mumbled watching as the boy fiddled under his desk and produced a T-shirt from a box beneath it. He handed it to Laura, not him, who in turn passed it over making Chris smirk. Feeling a little cocky Chris whipped his cap off and tossed it down on the table before he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it on his cap quickly replacing his shirt with the new one. As he got it on he noticed Laura’s gaze lingered a little before she looked back at Chase who now seemed furious. ‘Mind if we leave these here?’ she said handing Chris’ top, hat and her own cap to the man.  ‘Just collect 'em later,’ Chase said.  ‘Thanks Chase,’ she said turning away and walking back down the line.

‘He’s a barrel of laughs huh?’ Chris chuckled. ‘You can't pick your workmates,’ she said with a sigh. ‘You work with him?’ He asked they were meandering down the avenue of stalls now back towards the concert. ‘Yeah, we work for the festival. Happy helpers,’ she giggled gesturing to the small logo on the T-shirt she was wearing. ‘So you help out at the festival and get to see the bands and stuff?’ he asked. ‘That’s the idea,’ she said, ‘we offer support and advice. Lost phones, ticket problems, trying to sober someone up who’s beyond wasted whilst their friends go back to the party.’ ‘Sounds…’ ‘Horrible?’ she giggled. Chris smirked. It did sound horrible. Though he was looking at it as a job for him at his age. She looked young. In her twenties definitely and when a job that came with minor perks of being at the party he could tell why it had an appeal.  ‘I was going to say interesting,’ he corrected her with a smile. They were back at the gates to the venue now and both of them stood there awkwardly. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to go back to the music. He didn’t want her to either. She was interesting. Bold. And very very pretty.

‘So,’ she said looking into the pen of people, ‘your friends are probably wondering where you are.’ ‘Nah, they were too busy enjoying themselves,’ he said. They’d spread out so far in the crowd that he doubted they would’ve even noticed he wasn’t actually there. ‘Oh,’ she said. ‘How about you?’ he asked, ‘I mean were you with someone in there or on duty or something?’ ‘I was trying to catch the end of the Luke Combs set,’ she said, ‘but it sounds like we’ve well and truly missed that now.’ ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘It’s okay,’ she replied, ‘I mean what kind of happy helper would I be if I didn’t help you after an incident I caused.’ ‘Hey, it wasn’t your fault. And anyway I got a pretty suave new T-shirt out of the deal so win-win right,’ he said. ‘Right,’ she giggled, ‘I’m sure it’ll be just the thing you need to lure in the ladies right?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Chris said, ‘I’ll have to see.’ ‘About?’ ‘Well if you wanna go for a walk on the beach with me?’ he asked. He was feeling bold. The buzz of the alcohol and the sea air had bumped up his confidence. Laura seemed caught off guard for a moment, biting her lip nervously, then she said, ‘why not.’

Chris broke into a smile and gestured for her to turn around and head out down the small ramp that led them onto the beach.

It was evening time which meant the beach itself was all but deserted apart from those attending the event. The sun was low on the horizon, threatening to disappear soon, and making the sky an orangey purple colour. The crisp white sand was soft and not entirely easy to walk on though neither of them seemed to mind. Water lapped the shore gently and as they walked further and further was soon the only thing they could hear as the sound of the music got lower and lower.

‘So what are you doing here?’ she asked breaking the silence they’d been walking in for a couple of minutes. ‘Guys weekend,’ he said. ‘Let me guess you planned it to fall just as the colleges let out for spring break huh? she chuckled. ‘No, my brother is just a bonehead who thinks he’s still a teenager,’ Chris smiled. ‘He’s got a thing for girls gone wild?’ ‘Scott?’ he said with a hearty laugh, ‘no, let’s just say 30 girls in wet T-shirts wouldn’t do much for him. ‘Ah,’ she smiled, ‘how about you?’ ‘I think my days of chasing tail are over.’ ‘Over? What are you eighty?’ she giggled. ‘Forty-one,’ he said, ‘but with all them kids in there I sure felt eighty.’ ‘Well to me you don’t look a day over twenty-five,’ she smirked. ‘Oh yeah?‘ he said. ‘Yeah, I mean you sound ancient,’ she chuckled, ‘chasing tail? Who are you, Hugh Hefner?’ Chris ran his tongue across his teeth as he smiled inwardly to himself. Cute and funny too, ‘okay, okay, wise guy. How old are you anyway? I mean are we okay to be walking on the beach together or am I gonna find your face on a milk carton tomorrow?’

She stopped which forced him to stop too. They were a long way down the beach now, the gig barely audible anymore except for when the sound of a guitar hit the wind just right. They weren’t far from one another, actually, as they had stopped they’d turned to face one another meaning their bodies were just a foot away from each other.

‘I didn’t mean it,’ Chris said, ‘I was just messing with you..’ ‘I know,’ she said looking up at him. ‘I mean I didn’t mean to offend-‘ ‘You didn’t.’ ‘And if you wanna turn back and-’ ‘Chris?’ ‘Yeah?’ he asked nervously. Her hands reached out and pressed against his chest as she took a step towards him. ‘Kiss me?’ she said in a voice no louder than a whisper.

Chris didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in his hands grasping her tenderly by the face as he kissed her. Her hands wrapped around him so they were flush against one another. It was slow and gentle to start with but Chris could feel his excitement building especially as her touch skirted along his back and up around his neck. After a while they pulled away, breathless. He looked at her adoringly a smile on his face that matched hers. She looked away for him for a second and his gaze followed hers to where there was a long row of vacant beach cabanas. They were small huts, each had three wooden sides and an opening facing the beach that was covered only by curtains for some privacy. When her eyes met his again they were suggestive but she didn't let him speak, instead, she grabbed his hand and led him toward the small hut. Once inside Chris looked around. It was nice. A couple of sturdy loungers made up most of the space with a couple of small tables around and hooks for hanging clothes and towels up on. He heard the swish of the curtain closing and he had no sooner turned around and Laura was back kissing him. Chris pulled her closer sinking onto one of the loungers and pulling her onto his lap.  She did so in a hurry, her hands fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt as his lips went to her neck. 

'Chris,' she groaned as he sucked a little though it was hard enough to leave a red mark on her skin. Her hands went into a flurry then as she yanked his shirt up and off over his head. She got up off him for a second pushing him to lay back on the recliner. She was in charge. He liked it. She was back in an instant, nudging his legs apart as she leaned in to kiss him, her fingertips trailing down his torso. His breath hitched a little as her lips started to follow their path south. She kissed down his chest, her tongue swirling around his nipple before she continued her path. He was acutely aware of how tight his jeans had become though she was seeing to that problem almost immediately. Her hands fumbled frantically with his belt and zipper until she was yanking his pants and boxers down just enough that he sprang free and right into her hand. 

'Fuck,' he grunted as she massaged him, her hand pumping him gently. And then her touch was gone making him whimper, Laura smiled as she watched him needy and wanting. His eyes were almost black, his pupils blown with lust. She scooted back on the lounger and shirked her top and bra off leaving her exposed. Chris marvelled at her as her fingers massaged herself a little, taking her nipples between her fingers and pinching. He wanted to touch her too but she was just out of reach. 

She bent down, so she was laying on her front, her head directly between his thighs. And then without touching him she licked a long flat swipe up his cock from base to tip. Chris grunted as her mouth took him in at the top sucking lightly at first and then harder and harder until her cheeks were hollowed out. As she teased his tip she used a hand to pump him gently. Chris' hands flew to her hair as she took him in inch by inch until he was at the back of her throat. 

'Fuck,' he panted as she pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop. Her hand returned to him as she did.  'You like that baby?' she asked breathily.  ‘Feels so good,’ he said adding a very shaky whimper just after as she swirled her tongue around his tip. Chris could feel his high coming quicker than ever. 'That's it, baby,' she said as his breath got faster and faster. 'Ain't gon' last,' he said. She didn't reply but she did 'hmm' in agreement as he started moving his hips up to meet her rhythm. As she tickled her fingertips down his thigh and then took his balls in her hand Chris' vision blacked out. He was cumming, hot a fast down her throat, his hips jolting furiously against her. She pumped him a couple more times until he had nothing left. Then she pulled back and climbed up so she was sitting on his thighs. Chris smiled at her, sitting up so he could kiss her properly. His hands cupped her face, kissing her tenderly. He could taste himself on her and it caused his cock to twitch a little, already gearing up for round two. 

But just as his hands went to fumble with the button on her shorts her phone buzzed in her back pocket.

'Shit,' she said, pulling back from him and reaching into her pocket. Not one to be slowed down, Chris' mouth went to her neck, his hand palming her breast, running his thumb over her nipple. 'Ignore it,' he whispered but she held the phone to her ear, trying to ignore the warmth in her belly and the dampness in her panties as she tapped her screen to answer the call, 'hey...no...can't it wait...right fine.' Chris pinched her nipple making her squeak, 'yeah okay bye.' He chuckled into her neck at her whimper.  'Chris,' she moaned, 'I gotta go.' 'Stay,' he whispered, trying to unbutton her shorts but she placed her hands over his and pulled back.  'I can't,' she said. 'Ten minutes,' he said, 'tops.' 'Believe me, I want to,' she said with a sad smile, 'but I'm technically still on the clock.' 'Oh really?' Chris chuckled.  'What can I say? I'm a happy helper who always goes the extra mile,' she giggled leaning in so she could give him a quick chaste kiss. Chris's hands ghosted her hips as she pulled out of his grasp grabbing her bra and shirt off of the floor. Chris sighed and tucked himself back into his pants as she shook her hair out. He grabbed his new shirt off the floor and shuffled up off of the lounger. She pulled the curtain open and stepped through, holding it aside for him to follow her. The sun had gone now and the sky was inky though bright with stars. 

'I've gotta head to the hotel so it's probably better if I head back this way,' she said, gesturing to the hotel the opposite way from where they came.  'Okay,' Chris said a little downtrodden, that their time together had been snatched away even sooner than expected.  'See you round yeah?' she said. As she did she came towards him, leaning up so she could kiss him one more time. And then, she headed down the beach away from him. He looked around. It was still deserted but he didn't really feel like heading back to all the kids that would now be no doubt wasted. He watched as she got to a ramp that led away from the beach, his gaze not leaving her until she was out of sight. 

With a sigh, he turned around and started trudging back towards the party. As he got back to the gates of the venue he found Scott standing outside his phone to his ear. As his brother spotted him a look of relief fell on his face for a second but it was quickly replaced by irritation. 

'Where've you been?' Scott asked as Chris neared him. 'For a walk,' Chris lied.  'I've been calling you for the past ten minutes,' he said, waving his phone in Chris' face which was showing his call list, 'and why have you got another shirt on.'  'Sorry,' Chris said, 'and some guy spilled his beer down my back. The venue gave me a spare.' 'Yeah well next time answer your phone,' Scott said his face mellowing a little, 'come on the guys have headed back inside we thought we could find a bar or something.' 'Okay,' Chris said.  'And you should go and get changed. Give that shirt back to those 'happy helpers' or whatever they're called,' Scott said, 'we don't want people coming up to us asking for god knows what.'  'Oh yeah I will,' Chris said.  As they walked on Scott chewed his ear off about what he'd missed down at the front where he'd been standing but Chris wasn't listening. He was already planning his next trip to the happy helper station in the morning. Maybe his brother was right. This trip might not be so bad after all. 

Guitars on the gulf breeze, Smoke rings 'round the neon Moonlight in your blue eyes 'Neath that Georgia hat that you had on

Just one night to hold you No, that ain't what I call fair But the memories burn in my mind Like those lighters in the air

#my writing #lighters in the air #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans x ofc #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #song fic #halloween writing challenge

[sansloii]

Name: Hollis! ( though, i go by Marshy as well and have for about 6 years )

Pronouns: she/they

Preferred comms: discord because tumblr ims are questionable at best. i also uninstalled the app because of how often it would just randomly crash for little to no reason so.... if you want to reach me, disco is the safest bet

Name of muse(s): I have eight wonderful creatures of varying temperament. Batch 1 was Mikah. Batch 2 was Penelope, Wynn, Evan, Dakota, and Joseph. Batch 3 was Roderick and Andris. I also am working on fleshing out Vega properly but he's not quite done yet.

Experience in RP: in about 2012-ish, i was into f.andomstuck and i had an oc for that until like.... 2014-ish? it was baby's first blog and i didn't really know what I was doing. I had fun, while it lasted, but i also knew some of the people in this community ( like they went to the same high school as me ) so any issue we had on tumblr would translate into lunchroom confrontations. I didn't enjoy that part so much and my interest for it fizzled out by the time i graduated. then, i jumped over to the fire emblem fandom and made an oc for fire emblem awakening! i think i stayed in that rpc until 2016/2017 and i had two ocs, a mother and her son from the future, that i still very much adore. there were ups and downs and i feel like i was taught.... multiple frustrating lessons during my tenure there. it did help me develop my writing a lot and i have to say that i'm honestly better off having taken the chance to do it.

lastly, i ended up here in 2017 and i'm not leaving. i also have another massive oc blog i'm slowly reworking but i'm trying not to stress myself out lol.

Best experiences: it's very difficult to put specific experiences into words because most of it, for me, is vibes. my best experiences have been interactions and plots with people that I not only get along with but like... you know--we understand each other. like if i decide that i'm not going to rp on tumbles for a month and maybe just stick to headcanons, i can do so without fear that you think i'm wasting your time. or that we can pick up where we left off and it's okay if you respond to the months old thread you had with me. or! we can just stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about ideas or blorbos or getting really into a discord rps. like it's the vibes that i can come to you like a fart in the night with a gifset or image like "hey this is our muses" and, likewise, you can do the same with me.

to those of you who i vibrate at the speed of light towards at any given moment, you know who you are. thank you for being patient with me and giving me the space to vibe with you :)

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: i feel like every time i open my mouth about pet peeves i have, i sound like a crotchety old person that always has something negative to say deep down ... but w/e. it's my soap box.

i've noticed that since i've come back, it feels like i have to be the one that's chasing some people for interactions or plots more often. or like. right out the gate, they wanna jump from A to Z and be best buds and whatever so we can speedrun everything. or... i'm expected to or have to do most of the work because they're quite literally doing none of it after expressing interest. and like some of that isn't inherently bad! i'll be the first to admit that if we're friendly enough and progress something enough to where it's like... an established thing? we can have something going faster than the speed of sound after that. we can have multiple ships, a dedicated au, a whole slew of worldbuilding shit together and i won't care because i know said person on some level. and that took time + a whole slew of back and forths.

however, it doesn't feel great to express that "hey i want to plot something but it'll take time and like... if we're shipping on top of that, it'll take double that amount" and watch, in real time, as that person just... eventually leaves you on read. and/or just doesn't interact with your content anymore. and i can tell the difference between being preoccupied/ having not great week/taking a break from tumblr entirely/being slow and being put on a shelf/ barely acknowledged very clearly. i shouldn't have to feel like i'm competing for a slot or something, which is the vibes i got sometimes and ( as you would expect ) didn't like.

this isn't directed at anyone i'm currently following, ofc. i know i am not perfect but i also know that i am an extremely patient person, which is how I want to be treated. It's very frustrating to try and try and try again only to get the bare minimum from people i genuinely wanted to interact with. but c'est la vie--such is life--and i move on. i, like many others, have limited time to be on here and if something doesn't bring me joy after a month, two months, three months, I'm more than willing to part with it. there has to be effort on both ends in some way and if you want me to pat your ass, pat my ass too.

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): you cannot make me choose. now, does that mean that I write them all in equal amounts? certainly not. but it really depends on my mood. sometimes, all i wanna do is talk about soft moments. other times, i want to put my muses in a blender and watch them process what's happening to them. occasionally, i'll let them roam free and be as horny as they like. the key is to always cycle through the three so you don't get burnt out on any one of them.

Plot or memes: uuuuuhhhh it depends? plots are my fucking jam and i like having a general storyline to follow when writing and then figuring out the little details when we get to them. it's a long process but i enjoy the wait and the buildup more than i enjoy air so djsfdvdfvd--

buuuuuut i also think memes are a valueable, valueable springboard into interactions. and plotting straight outta the gate can be intimidating for some. plus, if you want to plot but your head is empty atm, finding and sending memes with the same vibe as the plot point you wanted to discuss is helpful! i'll admit that i'm not great at sending in memes but it's not for lack of wanting to. it's more not knowing what to send and picking a muse to send along with it that trips me up. Plus, not being here most of the day tends to mean i miss a lot of meme reblogs orz

Long or short replies: long replies but i do trim them shorter or rewrite portions of them. sometimes, i will write what i deem to be "too much" for a reply ( e.g: my partner has like 350 words and i'm sitting at like 625 words ) and i'll go back and edit it down to 450-500 if i find stuff that doesn't really move anything along or is just needless padding.

Best time to write: it used to be late night but i pass out too often for that to be effective anymore ( because of my sleep schedule for work ), so i tend to favor late mornings and early afternoon. if i'm writing late at night, it's because i didn't have time during the day to do so.

Are you like your muse(s): n...not really in most cases. like we share some traits here and there but for the most part, my personality, sense of style, and morality deviates from most of them.

tagged by: @rexpyre tagging: @arcxnumvitae @gunrising @royaletiquette @nezumivc103221 @bonesofchaos and anyone else that wants to.

#ツ ┊ ⧼ catwalk talk ⧽ ⇹ ( ooc. ) #.does a little dance :) #.thank you for the tag!

[gatefleet]

Hints and Could Be's

Stargate: Atlantis; Evan Lorne Word Count: 1013 (T)W: Being lifted against your will. Request: Yes. “I was wondering if you could do an Major Lorne imagine or Fanfic. Set in Atlantis but can have a cameo of SG1 💁🏼‍♀️ Where reader/Yn is an archeologist (like Jackson) has a PHD and they meet one day and it’s a hint of what could be, head strong like carter. Enjoys making fun of flyboys, is kinda a “hot girl” if you will 🤦🏼‍♀️ (trying a different than the shy “nerdy” girl) could of joined the Airforce but has too strong of a memory of what Generals can be like. (Has family ties to the airforce! Oh she totally likes to “bullies” McKay, he actually respects her (secretly) because she can stand up for herself and show off her knowledge. She might have a dark past?? Unsure Have fun! Thanks for looks at my request 🙋🏼‍♀️” @stargurl-battleship A/N: I am so, incredibly sorry this has take so long! Some of your request I'm kind of working into an SGA long shot and to prevent myself from (accidentally) reusing lines, I wasn't able to cover everything in the request, and I'm so sorry about that! I hope this is close to what you were looking for!

Being part of the Stargate programme was one of the best things that could have happened to you. Never once in all your years of studying, did you think you would ever get to use your degree to the extent which you currently were. Seeing the different races and cultures that participated towards the evolution of your own made your other hopes for your degree usage pale in comparison. You hadn’t realised that the stargate programme would be made up of mainly military personnel and was even more shocked to discover that most of them were Airforce and the few scientists that were in the team tended to be civilian contractors, with Major Samantha Carter seeming to be the exception to the rule. You studied under Dr Daniel Jackson for the first year or so of your career with the Stargate programme, you learned the dialects, the common and uncommon hieroglyphs, the correct pronunciation of words from Dr Jackson and Teal’c.

Eventually you joined a different SG team and would travel with a Major Evan Lorne and his team once Dr Jackson had deemed you ‘well versed’ enough to go solo. You and Lorne both got along well enough and had a similar bond to O’Neil and Jackson. You would call out Lorne for his ‘military tactics’ and he would call you out on your ‘naïve and protocol breaking ways’. When you were both made aware that you would be joining the Atlantis programme and travelling off world for an extended period of time, you made sure to grab any PDF’s you could on the language and dialects of the ancients and attempted to pack as lightly as you could. When Lorne came by your office to check in on your progress, he was highly amused and alarmed at the books piled high, the scattering of objects and the general untidiness of your normally pristine workspace. He had the greatest smirk on his face when you randomly popped your head out looking extremely disheveled, and making Lorne catch his breath without realising it.

“No, no, no, it can’t be time to leave already! I haven’t finished packing yet!” You panicked more, bouncing between different piles of books and artefacts. Lorne became more amused and continued to watch you from the doorway.

“Came on nerd, let’s go through this together, you still have a couple of hours until we actually have to leave, yet.” He put his rucksack down by the doorway and made his way into the office.

After a lot of debate and a few arguments of what’s logical to take and what’s essential to take, you and Lorne had finally managed to get a) your bag packed and b) drastically reduce the amount of bags you were trying to take through the gate with you. You both made it to the gate room just as the dialling sequence was finishing, much to Lorne’s annoyance, and bid your farewell to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

When you both arrived at the Atlantis site, it was breathtaking. You spent your first few days exploring the city, or what was open and accessible of it. You met Sheppard and his team. You found Tayla and Ronin friendly enough and learning of their cultures was fascinating. McKay was arrogant, selfish and definitely someone you made a mental note to avoid in the future. You were capable of keeping pace with McKay, but wasn’t up for the constant debate that you felt was sure to follow with being in a close proximity to him. You heard from Tayla that McKay appeared to enjoy your company and the intellectual sparring. You mentally gagged at the thought. When you were sent on your first mission with Lorne and Sheppard’s team you were excited, you made sure to keep at least 2 people between yourself and McKay and stuck close with Lorne.

When you were translating something, lost in thought and focussing on the writing and translation, Lorne would make sure that you remembered to hydrate and eat (even if it was just a snack) and when he was doing a perimeter check he would ensure that someone else from your team would take over the role of ensuring you ate and drank.

Once the survey of the planet was completed, you had packed up your equipment and was trying to grab some last pictures to study when you returned to Atlantis. Lorne made sure to watch your 6 and gently hurry you along. After about 5 minutes the patience ended and while you continued to ignore his pleas to head back to the gate, Lorne eventually huffed and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and hauling ass back to the gate. Your protests being greatly ignored. Sheppard looked incredibly amused at the sight before him, Lorne attempting to run with your legs randomly kicking in protest and your faint voice calling for 5 more minutes to go back as you had missed a few columns for researching. Tayla completed the dialling sequence as you made it to the gate and Lorne refused to put you down until you were all through the gate. You huffed and squirreled yourself away in the research lab, using the Ancients data base to try and help translate faded parts of the text.

Lorne would periodically pop in or send Doctor Beckett in with nutrients and hydration, but you were so lost in thought (and truthfully still annoyed at Lorne) that half the time your forgot to eat the ever-growing snack/fruit basket which was accumulating on your desk. On Lorne’s 8th check-in he threatened to carry you to med bay for nutrition if you didn’t sit and eat soon. “Y’know I’m tired of you airforce boys trying to threaten me with med bay.” Lorne tried to hold back a smirk and stopped himself from bringing up the fact that you should be used to it growing up with ‘flyboys’.

The light smirk you attempted to push down when speaking with Lorne stole his breath. His checking in on you, made your heart skip.

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[dream-meister-translations]

NAVI - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Hm~? Why ya looking at me like that? You want to be friends me? Hmm… That's impossible, so no I don't think you can!"

"Isn't it funny how crazy humans are? But out of all them, Master is by far the craziest~! Hahaha★!"

"What's the matter? If you have something to say, just give the order. Maybe then I won't be able to disobey you~?"

"A dream, huh? Hmmm… Pffahahahhaha! That's so stupid! Even if you had one, it's not like you could do anything about it."

"Ugh, what a pain…"

"I hate those guys!"

"Buh-Bai, Master! I'm off to play with everyone~! Sorry if I don't come back~♪!"

"Treasure hunting? Why would we do that? Ugh, you're just like Master… Yes, yes, fine, I'll do it."

"Ha! Look, it's Itsuki! I knew I smelled something stupid★!"

"I'm getting kind of tired…. I should play a prank on master! I'll think of something!"

"This area is kind of… Sparkling? It's shining so bright… Could it be… Itsuki?"

"I'm back~★ And I found the treasure! Here ya go!"

"Hey, Master! I did my best! Any compliments? Praise? Feel free to thank me a lot!"

"Hmm? What's with me? I feel like playing a huge prank. But I only wanna play a big prank on you~"

"Wow! We did it!"

"You can do whatever you want to me~ I can't go against you anyway★!"

"Does my Master like it when I get strong? Why? I don't understand you people…"

"I think the Master's happier about this than I am… Look, you're smiling! What a funny face!"

"I'm stronger than ever~★! Are you happy? Are you having fun? Haha, you look just how I thought you would!

"You humans really are useless creatures~★! …I'm sure that will never change."

"Boo! …Huh, aren't you surprised? What a stupid face~★!

"Master isn't like other human beings… Something's different about you… I can feel it… Maybe it's cuz you hold the key…"

"Don't look at me like that! Makes me feel all weird! Kinda… Nostalgic…"

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EVAN : I will make it happen. I refuse to be less than that human. NAVI : Evan, usually you're all pouty, but right now you're working so hard. Hahaha~ So serious.

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EVAN : Haha! How's that!? I knew that if Crow could do it I could do it just as good! NAVI : Yes, yes, amazing~★ Evan is such a serious guy. And he hates to lose~

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ITSUKI : …Uhm!? Na-Navi! W-Why are you pulling so hard on my clothes. H-Hey! Stop that! NAVI : Oh my God, I'm in trouble, so much trouble! Anyway, you didn't have to make a big deal out of it! You could've just fallen over like you were supposed to!

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NAVI : I'm going to play a prank~ ITSUKI : Even at a time like this?

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ITSUKI : Navi! NAVI : What is it~

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ITSUKI : Brilliant, Navi! NAVI : Can you praise me some more~?

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NAVI : Tsun-tsun★ Evan is such a tsun. EVAN : Don't say "tsun-tsun" one more time!

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NAVI : Hey, Himmel. The Master is sleeping, we should scare her. It'll be fun, right? HIMMEL : Navi you shouldn't play a trick on the master…

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HIMMEL : …..Ngh….Navi…..Prank…Tsun-Tsun…. NAVI : Himmel, you're sleeping comfortably. I'll leave you behind if you don't wake up~

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NAVI : Hey, I think we're lost! What should we do!? HIMMEL : It's our fate to be lost…There's nothing we can do about it.

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NAVI : Himmel, are you sleeping? I was slacking off and you didn't even seem to care. HIMMEL : I'm awake…I was just a little out of it…

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NAVI : You really are a mopey joe! When I see you so down like that… I wanna pull a funny face like this! EMPPU : Do what you want. I don't care. It won't make a single ripple in my heart.

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EMPPU : I'm… teaming up with Navi? Okay… I guess I can follow orders. NAVI : Watch your mouth, Mopey Joe! I could already tell you weren't gonna like it but, God, you didn't have to be so rude!

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NAVI : You should be more selfish I think~! Like me? I'm only loyal to Master! EMPPU : Selfishness is born from feelings, no? Therefore, I cannot. I'm just not like you.

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NAVI : Hey, you're smiling~★! Oh? Didn't you smile just now? See! I'm so happy~! EMPPU : …I don't feel anything… It's just your imagination…

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TILIA : Hmm… If you look closely at Navi… He's actually really soft and fluffy… Like a stuffed animal… NAVI : H-Hey! Can you stop staring at me with that weird look on your face!? It's giving me the creeps!

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NAVI : Ugh, it's so gloomy and my hair's getting all sticky. Can we go home nowww? TILIA : I guess so. We've worked hard enough, right? Let's quit it for today.

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TILIA : If we don't come back with results, we might just get thrown away. NAVI : Oh, that's fine. It's not like we matter anyway, right? We're just helpless fairies★

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NAVI : Searching for the truth~★! I think there could be no greater cause for Tilia and me~, wouldn't you agree~? TILIA : That's true. Though I think you not just giving up the search is commendable enough on its own.

#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #Evan #Himmel #Navi #Tilia #Emppu

[nimuetheseawitch]

First, I like your John HC posts, they're interesting! 💜

For the ask game, I think you know where this is going 😏😎

I'm glad you enjoy my John HC posts! I'm having a lot of fun putting way too much thought into him. Subsequently, I'm assuming you want me to talk about John :)

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I have to pick one thing? I guess I wish we could've had him be canonically queer. It wouldn't have happened, given that he was USAF during DADT and they weren't trying to be angsty and dark. But I'm also content with where it was at because canon gives us so much space to play.

my OTP: McShep. Is anyone surprised?

my crossover ship: Vala (is it cheating to consider SG-1 crossover? I've decided it's not). Vala and John are great and I love them getting together casually, I love them getting together when Daniel and Rodney are being dicks to them, I love them getting together seriously because they just get each other. They feel like/are aliens on Earth (and are always outsiders), they have daddy issues, they have commitment issues, they are survivors, they are loners who still need love, and they're both so attractive. They are also just characters I wanted to see happy.

a headcanon fact: John is missing some very strange basic life skills due to growing up wealthy, countered by the strangeness of the basic skills he did learn. For instance, he can only cook breakfast foods because he learned to cook breakfast for the morning after his hookups. So he makes really, really good breakfast but is completely helpless for anything else. (I also enjoy asexual John, or John who doesn't do hookups, in which case he still can only cook breakfast because he learned in college that you could eat breakfast for dinner and never bothered with anything else).

How I feel about this character: He's an emotionally stunted brilliant idiot who needs a hug but doesn't want a hug unless he really knows and trusts you. He is oblivious and self-destructive and I love him. He's great to project my problems on.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Rodney McKay, Vala Mal Doran, Cam Mitchell, Jennifer Keller (w/Rodney, and I really love asexual John with them - there's some great fics of this trio out there), the whole team, Evan Lorne (also Evan and Cam), Elizabeth Weir (although I prefer her with Teyla) and I'm sure there's more. He's just easy to ship.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Vala. Everything I love about them as a romantic pairing is also why I love them as friends. Or as a non-romantic sexual pairing.

My unpopular opinion about this character: honestly, I don't know what's popular or not in this fandom. And I have a lot of conflicting opinions about him. So here's just some thoughts that bother me: I don't like that he's military. Obviously the show wouldn't be anything like it is without the USAF, and John's supposed to be the least military military person in the whole franchise, but my dislike for the military is strong. So I'm super conflicted about fandom portrayals of John's relationship with the military - and those portrayals are all over the map too. I do appreciate how many fics approach it, and I appreciate that the show tried to put some nuance into its messages about war, but sometimes I just get angry about the glorification of violence and the military. Sorry, that was a depressing note to finish this on.

Thanks so much for the ask! I enjoyed working on my answers. Sorry it got dark, but then again, John gets dark. Probably wouldn't love him as much if he weren't a little fucked up.

#asked and answered #john sheppard #stargate atlantis #sga

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BESTIE THE NEW CHAPTER WAS AMAZING IM GIVING IT A GAZILLION STARS/10. ALSO THE TRAITOR REVEAL HAD ME SCREAMING IT CAUGHT ME SO MUCH BY SURPRISE

Also YOU LIKE HARRY?!?! If you do what song do you think would be each ahb character’s favorite song of his?

ahhhh thank you!!! <3333 that is so kind :,))

ALSO YES!! I LOVE HARRY 😭 I was in cherry pit when he sang tbsl (which is my favourite song off fine line) and I screamed so hard I swear my vocal chords almost snapped and then I blacked out lmfaooo I am such a big harry styles fan I can and will talk about him for hourssss aksldkajaj

James- he’s music for a sushi restaurant and he has a choreographed dance to it but also satellite!!!

Sirius- he tells everyone it’s kiwi to keep up w his aesthetic but he cries to Matilda all the time

Remus- his fav is Boyfriends and he sings it very dramatically to himself but only when he’s alone

Peter- he’s TPWK it’s fun, it’s a bop, Pete loves the message

Regulus- golden (for obvious reasons) but he also cries to Matilda !! neither Sirius or regulus knows they both bawl their eyes out to it though :(

Mary- sweet creature and only angel are tied for her, depending on her mood but she’s an HS1 girlie

Lily- Lily likes Ever Since New York bc that’s my fav song off HS1 and we both have taste

Marlene- cinema!!!! She has cool funky shades she wears and rolls the windows down in her car and blasts cinema!!

Dorcas- sunflower vol. 6!! It’s bright, it’s happy, it puts a smile on her face every time it plays!

Evan- meet me in the hallway changed his life,,, I have no justification for this I just feel it haha

Barty- She. Barty is a Mich Rowland stan first and a harry stan second

#art heist baby! #asks

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Disney’s Flowers

A/N: Alright so before reading this I want to clarify a few things: I, personally, do not have any experience with writing characters who are on the autistic spectrum. Because of this I tried my hardest to be sensitive to the diction and characterization of the character in this story who is on the spectrum. I am also not attempting to romanticize the idea of something like that, as I am very aware that both individuals and families struggle with these disorders everyday. That being said, I also think it’s important to include the differences we all have as people in writing. I hope that this work helps to highlight, and not hurt, the communities mentioned. Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader (w/ Family) Word count: 2,899 words Warnings: Anxiety, extreme changes in emotion, minor swearing.

Summary: Y/N and Chris Evans’ travel with their three kids on their yearly trip to Disney World with the Evans’ family. Yet the chaos and large crowds cause a fraction of their day to be filled with panic over fun, and comforting one of their kids surrounded by the less than optimal circumstances.

You were never much of a big Disney kid growing up. But naturally, being married into the Evans’ clan, you had to learn and adapt to love Disney as much as they did.

So when the two of you finally decided to have the “Big Boston Family” Chris had fantasized about for years, Disney was wound into every facet of your lives. And once the kids became old enough, two Disney World trips a year became mandatory.

And so here you were, just getting out of bed at the Disney resort you were staying out. This was the winter trip, the one where his entire family trailed along and happily helped you with the kids, actually giving you time to enjoy the park and not have to constantly worry about the temper, actions, or needs of your children. Even if that’s what motherhood was.

You groaned slightly, reaching your arms up through the cool air of the AC with a yawn. You felt a slight shift behind you on the bed, signaling that your husband was, too, now up. “Morning, hon.” He groaned in his awfully groggy morning voice.

“Morning.” You replied, not even trying to form a smile in your still sleepy state.

You were actually able to get up at 8, thankful that Shanna had taken the kids for a sleepover with her own in their room. You slowly got up, making your way to the ensuite bathroom to begin the usual teeth and hair brushing, and some light makeup to look at least presentable. You had no clue which corner a fan’s phone would pop up, and you were not ready to seep all of you imperfections into the world after the years of torture the press had put you through as a young, aspiring celebrity in your youth. But as a whole-ass woman with three kids and a husband, you still couldn’t handle most of the outrageous negativity.

On a lighter note, Disney World was also the perfect excuse to wear the most simple clothes you owned and be able to go out in public with them. You had always preferred leggings, they prevented chaffing, sunburn, and mosquitos, and simple t-shirts.

“Ready to go pick up the kids?” Chris asked, placing his cap on as you nodded, grabbing your backpack.

The day started out well, breakfast and then immediately to the park. The kids were literally bouncing up and down with excitement, as you and Chris stood behind them with everyone else, letting your young children take the lead. It was their job to have the time of their lives and make the best memories anyone could hope for, it was your job to make sure they were safe while doing so.

You had always kept a close eye, however, on your little Phoebe. Her stark, long black hair was tied into a small low ponytail as she held onto her dear cousin Stella’s hand, being only two years younger. You couldn’t see her face, but you knew her deep hazel eyes were searching all around, everywhere, trying to focus.

While of course you cared about your oldest, Jayce, who was nine, and Owen, who was four, Phoebe had to be looked at in a slightly different way- as in, you always had to look out for her more. Especially in places like these.

After a few minor abnormalities in her behavior right after she turned two, you took her to her pediatrician where the thought first appeared that she could possibly be on the spectrum for autism. And as she developed further, the more both you and Chris had become aware that she was.

While it was quite minor, more signs of very slightly different social skills compared to what was deemed “normal” and some sensory issues, she was completely able to do most anything. Family interactions were smooth, she got along pretty well with kids at school, you could leave her for sleepovers with little to no problems. But as soon as it came to big crowds and big places with a million things going on, thing became treacherous.

The last three days at Disney were fine, she hadn’t run into any problems. With your and Chris’ joint celebrity status situation, the park was incredibly accommodating in terms of applying both their VIP package and security on top of your own detail. Even if that wasn’t the case, you could have easily made the short walk over to the park’s disability services for a pass to prevent her from waiting in crowded lines with loud speakers and chaotic noise in the background, because it was the recipe for a meltdown.

But, as warned numerous times by the park, VIP perks would have to fluctuate slightly around how crowded the park was. And today it happened to be practically shoulder to shoulder with people.

Right off the bat you could tell it was going to be a difficult day when she released her hand from Stellas and came running up, eagerly grabbing your leg. You and Chris immediately stopped, urging the rest of the family to move along so you could talk to her alone for a moment, finding a relatively secluded area.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked in as much of a caring voice as you could, your eyes scanning hers that seemed filled with chaos and panic as you brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was unresponsive, which was already not a good sign.

You gave her a few more moments before Chris stepped in. “Sweetheart,” He looked at her, taking one of her tiny hands in his big one. “Mommy and I want to help you, could you pretty please tell us what’s wrong?” She looked back to your frantically, as she did most times when she was in a growing state of panic, to which you took her head into your chest from where you sat down, brushing your hair with her fingers and just trying to make the entire world disappear from her consciousness.

She pulled away a minute later, chewing on her thumb a bit, which would usually be slightly out of character for a kid at her age but was just a habit that you and Chris were not willing to try and back her away from since it typically helped her to feel more comfortable to speak. “It’s a lot.” She simply said and you nodded, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I know, love.” You softly smiled at her, sighing and thinking of a solution, “How about this, we try to make it through the day, okay? I know there’s a lot but I promise Daddy and I are going to try out very best to get all the people away. And then we’ll go get some ice cream, and maybe, if we’re super duper lucky, we can see Ariel today.” You smiled as he face lit up, a smile forming on her own. Chris had brainwashed your kids, but specifically the little one in front of you, to love Ariel, and her shirt with the infamous mermaid princess on it said it all. “Does that sound good?” You asked and she frantically nodded.

“Yeah.” She smiled as both you and Chris stood up, your husband immediately throwing her on his shoulder with no hesitation so she could see everything from above, maybe making her feel less little.

A plan had been put in place a few years ago after her symptoms became more prominent, that at any of these crowded places, if she felt too panicked and out of it to do anything else, either you or Chris would take her to the hotel room until dinner to help her calm down a bit. At the end of the day, you couldn’t do more than sympathize with her. You knew she wanted to experience the world the same way her brothers and cousins did, but she also managed to make her own little imagination span beyond most.

The few first hours flew by, and while she mainly stuck with you and Chris, she was having the time of her life eating her little heart out, riding a few of the rides, and of course, enthusiastically pointing out as many flowers as her little mind could let her, as flowers had been her obsessions for years. She knew more about gardening than House and Garden magazine, and she was six.

You had finally arrived at the much awaited Splash Mountain. But, of course, being one of the most popular rides at Disney came with the fact that there was bound to be a wait, VIP or not. Immediately your motherly instincts told you waiting in line with her was not a good idea, but her willing tug on your hand towards her cousins walking in told you maybe she was willing to take a risk, and maybe that was good.

Or that she was completely naive at her young age to the fact that this was not a good idea. And yeah, it ended up being just that.

Only five minutes in and you could tell her panic was beginning to rise. She was closer to you, practically leaning on your leg, holding onto your hand tighter as her face slowly got lost into your thigh, telling you this was it. She was entering an overstimulation episode.

You immediately turned to your husband, going full on mama bear mode. “I’m gonna take her out of the line.” You hastily explained as he gave you a confused look to which you looked down at her, his gaze following and immediately getting it. “If you guys get to the front without us, please go on.” “Hon, I can take her it’s okay-” “Christopher.” You warned under your breath as her hand grew tighter in yours, “We need to go now.” You quickly picked her up, to which she hid her face in the crook of your next, as you B-Lined it towards the way you entered, speed walking as you cooed sweet nothings into her ears.

As soon as you were out, your eyes scanned through the dozens of people walking every which direction to a more secluded area, right by a huge patch of flowers. Perfect.

You, again, made sure to quickly make it across the path and to the fenced in area, sitting down with her for a moment as you brushed her hair again with your fingers, lightly rubbing her back until she looked up and immediately relaxed at the sight of serenity.

Her eyes immediately went to the variously colored blossoming flowers, becoming entranced, and beginning to list them off for you. “What’s that one honey?” You asked pointing to a purple hydrangea, but wanting her to school you.

“That’s a hydrangea.” She said, with a small smile.

“And that one?” You pointed to another.

“Those are tulips.” She replied.

“And those yellow ones?” “Those ones are buttercups.” “That’s a funny name, don’t you think?” You smiled down at her.

“But they look like buttercups!” She said with a giggle and you laughed with her.

She kept going through the list for a few more moments before a familiar figure approached you. “Hey you two.” You heard the enthusiastic voice you always loved. You weren’t sure what you would do without Lisa.

“Hi Grammy.” Phoebe responded using her nickname, smiling up at her.

“How’re you feeling, Miss Phoebe?” “Good!” She beamed, “Mommy wanted to know all about the flowers.” “Did she now?” You both nodded in tandem. “Well what if I told you that I wanted to know about all these flowers too.” Phoebe happily smiled again.

“Okay!” She continued on her little spiel about each type, going into fun facts about some and ignoring others for a while, being completely immersed in the plants around the three of you.

“Ya know,” Lisa leaned over, whispering to you, as your daughter was turned away continuing to go through the list of plants, “You’re really an outstanding mother.” She said and you smiled at her, not too sure how to respond. She had told you this numerous times, but it never quite sunk in. “Truly, you are. And don’t ever second guess yourself. Your instincts are like no other.”

“Thanks, Lisa.” You replied, “You managed to raise Chris, so I give you lots of brownie points for that.” She chuckled. “And you didn’t need to leave the line for us, we’re alright.” “Eh, I’m not a huge roller coaster fan.” She shrugged, “This was an excuse for me to get out of that, and hang out with two of my favorite girls.”

“Now what on earth is this?” Chris came up to where the three of you were seated at a table, the rest of the family following behind as he had an offended look on his face. “Dole Whip without us? Are you kidding?” “We needed something to do.” You made the excuse, brushing him off, “You chose Splash Mountain, we chose Dole Whip.” As both Lisa and Phoebe nodded their heads.

“No fair.” Owen vocalized to which you gave him a genuinely sympathetic look.

“I promise I’ll get you some later, baby.” You smiled.

“Well if you guys get Dole Whip on your own, then maybe we’ll just go see Ariel on our own too-” “No, no, no!” Phoebe hopped up, running to Chris and desperately grabbing his legs. He lightly laughed. “Please, I wanna see Ariel!” “I know, honey, I was just joking.” He promised with a kiss on her head. “But it is almost time to go see her, so c’mon, the princess right here has gotta meet the other princess before it’s too late.”

Despite the entire family’s complete and utter ability to forget the events of the day, and just move right along (everyone understanding thoroughly that this was simply something no one could control), your nerves were still a bit shaken. You were pretty sure it was a mixture of your sympathy for her and your own anxiety that spiked in her periods of overstimulation that caused you to just feel uneasy. The big crowds had even begun to get to you, every breath becoming more uncomfortable, eyes frantically scanning around-

“Honey?” You heard your husbands voice from next to you, you looked up to see his stark blue eyes meet yours, slight creases on the outside of his lids. “What’s wrong?” He said just at a minimal volume, enough so you could hear but no one else could. You were more than reluctant to tell him anything, not wanting to ruin anyones day since your anxiety was something you could control pretty well, but right now it seemed impossible.

“I don’t know I just-” You sighed as you two continued to walk, his arm snaking around to hold the small of your back in comfort. “My nerves are just a little off, I think due to the whole thing. It’s just mother instincts, I think.” He calmly smiled.

“It’s okay if your anxiety is high.” He spoke, almost in a feather-like tone. “You can tell me.” You huffed out in frustrated at how easily he could read you.

“I just don’t want to be a burden to anyone, but especially you, since you love this place so much. And I don’t want to get in the way of the kids having the time of their lives, and I don’t want to be the drama-filled adult-” “And you’re not doing any of those things, so why are you so worried?” “Chris, you can’t just ask a person with anxiety that. You should know, it’s not that simple.” “I do,” He responded as you glanced over to see everyone still moving in front of you, the kids, again, leading, “But right now, you have no need to worry. You’re anything but the drama adult, in fact you knew exactly when to get Phoebe away from everything. You literally prevented any form of drama from happening. And with the amount of hysterical laughter I’m hearing from the kids right now, I’m pretty sure there’s no need to worry about them making core memories.” He continued, “And me? Are you kidding? I’m here at my favorite place on earth, with my absolutely incredible wife, my amazing kids, and my family. No one on the planet could be happier than me.” You lightly smiled at his little speech of endearment, leaning in to place your head on his shoulder as his arm tightened around your back, hand now snug on your waist.

“I love you,” You smiled at him.

“I love you, too,” He planted a kiss on the top of your head. “Now how can I make up all the trouble you’ve gone through today, because I feel like an asshole husband and dad right now for not assisting in anything besides the fun stuff.” You lightly laughed, nudging him playfully.

“Four margaritas.” You heard Lisa speak beside you, “That’s what this woman needs for all the shit she puts up with, especially with you.” She eyed her son and you couldn’t help but laugh even louder. Chris rolled his eyes.

“I will take a margarita,” You admitted, “But just a make-up trip on Splash Mountain, and your status of potential asshole dad and husband will be promoted back to best dad and husband in the world.”

#Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fan fiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x oc #andy barber x you #ransom x you #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fic

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I saw a sweet Reddit post the other day where the person was trying to log into their partner’s account for something and the security question was “Who is your best friend?” and he tried everybody he could think of and finally went to her and asked and she was like “Did you try your name?”

It might be too short to do anything with but I thought it was so cute and I just picture Sirius “I forgot to pick my own boyfriend for a desert island” Black forgetting himself like “It’s not Lily? Talker?” going through the whole team...

Oh my god I love this. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Re, you didn’t finish your order!” Sirius called through the closed bathroom door from his place on the bed.

There was a light splash from inside. “I’ll finish it when I’m done.”

“There’s a timer.”

A long pause followed. “How much time do I have?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, hell no,” Remus snorted. “Can you finish it for me?”

“Sure thing.”

“My password is hat trick 612.”

“Any caps or symbols?” Sirius waited for a second, but there was no answer. Probably dunked his head under, he thought with a small smile as he clicked on the tab. Remus didn’t often take baths—something about ‘taking too long’ and ‘not fun alone’—but his shoulder had been bugging him and the new Epsom salts promised to reduce any swelling around scar tissue. He had been looking forward to it ever since the salts arrived.

Sirius turned back to the computer and flexed his fingers.

Please Enter Password Below:

Attempt 1: hattrick612

Password Incorrect

Attempt 2: Hattrick612

Password Incorrect. You have one (1) attempt remaining.

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered.

Attempt 3: HatTrick613

“Wait, no—shit,” he hissed, registering the slip up a second too late as the error screen loaded and redirected him.

“Everything okay out there?” Remus asked as he splashed around in the warm water.

“Everything’s fine,” Sirius answered, keeping his tone as nonchalant as possible.

“…okay. Oh, and I think there’s a password limit or something.”

A little late, sweetheart. Sirius bit his lip. “D’accord, thanks for the heads-up.”

“No problem.”

The screen loaded.

Please Answer 3 Security Questions

Question 1: What street did you grow up on?

Sirius blew out a slow breath and wracked his brain. The Lupins hadn’t moved in thirty years, but he had only driven to their house twice…

Answer: East Bridge Dr

A green check mark appeared and he pumped both fists in the air in celebration.

Question 2: What year did your favorite movie come out?

Answer: 1993

“Easy,” Sirius scoffed as another checkmark appeared.

Question 3: What is the first and last name of your best friend?

Answer: Lily Potter

A red ‘x’ appeared to the left. Incorrect. Sirius frowned.

Answer: Lily Evans

Another ‘x’. Incorrect.

Answer: Leo Knut

Incorrect.

Answer: Thomas Walker

Incorrect.

Answer: James Potter

Incorrect.

Answer: Regulus Black

Incorrect.

Answer: Finn O’Hara

Incorrect.

Answer: Hattie Lupin

Incorrect.

Answer: Hattie Black

Incorrect.

Answer: Hattie Black-Lupin

Incorrect.

Answer: Kasey Winter

Incorrect.

“What the fuck?” Sirius sat back, watching the timer blink as it reached the two-minute mark. Who the fuck was he missing?

The bathroom door creaked open and Remus poked his head out, looking concerned. “Honey, you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

He shivered slightly, still dripping wet, and glanced between Sirius and the computer. “I heard some very aggressive typing sounds.”

“I fucked up the password thing and got stuck on the security questions,” Sirius said miserably.

“Which one? My parents’ house is on East Bridge Drive, but I think I did the—”

“The ‘Dr’, I know.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who’s your best friend?”

Remus blinked. “What?”

Sirius gestured at the screen, which was oh-so-helpfully reminding him that he had one minute left. “Your best friend! I tried Lily, Talker, Leo, even James—”

“Honey.” Remus paused to laugh for reasons Sirius couldn’t fathom.

“What?”

“Honey, did you try your own name?”

“My w—oh. Oh my god,” Sirius groaned, typing his own name into the bar. Sure enough, the little green checkmark popped into view and the ‘submit’ button lit up.

Remus was still trying to hold down his laughter. “Did it work?”

Sirius sighed. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Is it okay if I go back to my bath now?” he asked, hiding his smile behind his hand even though the crinkled corners of his eyes gave him away. “Because one of the questions might ask who I proposed to, and if you need a hint—”

“Oh, fuck off,” Sirius grumbled, throwing a stray sock at him. Remus yelped and closed the door again, then burst out laughing. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Any time, best friend!”

As soon as the order went through, Remus had a rather furry and unwanted companion in the bathtub who was not, in fact, his best friend.

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#7 w rich kid!tom would be so funny lmao especially if the reader is the one who gets tan and thomas burns

I've gotten so many requests for this prompt! Luckily they’re mostly for different characters but since these two were both for Tom I decided to combine them. I hope that’s okay with you guys and you still enjoy! As always feedback is appreciated, love you guys so much xx

Also I would like to thank @spideyssunshine for reading over this for me and giving me the Spanish bit. I love u very much wife 💕

Told You So

7 - One gets tan, the other gets sunburnt

Pairing: Rich Camp Counselor! Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom refuses to wear sunblock

Taglist

Masterlist

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“Hey Tom, watch this!” Evan, a tall boy in Tom’s cabin called out to him from the top of the rope swing.

“Do a flip!” Tom called back.

(y/n) rolled her eyes, “Don’t encourage them to hurt themselves.”

“He’s not gonna get hurt,” Tom rolled his eyes, “Why don’t you let the kids have fun huh? Forcing them to watch everyone else swim is pretty lame.”

“Oh my god Tom, we’re putting on sunscreen,” she rolled her eyes as she sprayed one of her girl’s backs, “You should be too white boy.”

“Don’t worry darling, I tan,” he winked.

She laughed, “Yeah, I’m sure the three drops of melanin in your skin really kick it into high gear.”

“I do, my whole family tans,” he insisted, “Obviously not as well as you, but we still do.”

“Even I still wear sunscreen, Tom. It protects from more than just sunburns, and you’re supposed to be responsible, which means you make sure your kids are protected from the sun.”

He rolled his eyes, “If they get sunburnt it’s their own fault, they should know at this point if they need sunscreen or not.”

“Alright, but I don’t want to hear you whining when you all get totally fried,” she hummed, “You definitely aren’t borrowing any of my aloe vera.”

“I won’t need it,” he stuck his tongue out, “Feel free to join me on the rope swing when the sunblock dries darling.”

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(y/n) giggled as Tom began to towel himself off, so far unaware of his bright red back.

“Like what you see?” he teased, “Darling there are children around.”

She smirked, “Yeah, you’ve got a nice back Tommy.”

“Ah, thanks darling,” he kissed her cheek before and held his arm out next to hers, “Hmm, still pretty pale.”

“I think you’ve got a little color,” she hummed.

“Yeah, just a little though. I think the water might have made it a little weaker,” he chuckled before wrapping the towel around his neck and suddenly wincing, “Ow!”

She burst into a fit of laughter, “Yeah, I’d avoid touching that back if I were you.”

He groaned as he tried to glance over his shoulder, “Seriously?”

She kept laughing as she held her arm up to his back, “I don’t know Tom, you might be tanner than me.”

“Oh shut up!” he snapped, “What the hell? I never burn!”

“Well there’s a first time for everything,” she squeezed his shoulder, making him wince.

“You said you had aloe?”

“Not for you,” she hummed.

“Come on, I’ll pay you,” he pleaded, “Please?”

“I told you to put on sunblock,” she reminded, “I don’t have enough aloe for you and all your boys.”

“You don’t have to give it to all them, just me!” he whined, “Come on darling, I’m very fragile.”

“Tom!” she hit his chest, “If I gave it to anyone it would be the kids.”

“Okay but the kids aren’t your boyfriend,” he reminded, “Come on, I deserve special treatment.”

“No,” she shook her head as she dried out her hair.

“A hundred bucks,” he offered.

“Um for your rich ass it’s gonna be more than a hundred,” she laughed again.

“Whatever you want is yours darling,” he grabbed both of her hands dramatically, “Come on, I just need a little bit.”

“I suppose we can make some kind of deal,” she tapped her chin thoughtfully, “Maybe if you treated me and my girls to ice cream when the snack bar opens I could spare a little bit of my aloe vera.”

“Done, I’ll buy them for the whole camp if that’s what you want,” he sighed in relief, “So what do I have to do to get you to rub it in?”

“I’ll toss that in for free,” she kissed his cheek before pulling her shirt over her head, “Alright, let’s gather up the kids and I’ll meet you in my cabin?”

“Yes, thank you darling.”

“De nada mi amor.”

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Taglist:

@niallberry @spideyssunshine @namoreno @thevery-firstpage @outshineallthestars @roseke @zspideyy @emistrash @andreagf956 @tomsirishgirlx @peachyafshawn @agbspidey

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland au #tom #tom holland x reader angst #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #Peter Parker Imagine #peter parker x reader #spiderman #mcu #MCU fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x reader #Arvin Russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell fanfiction #arvin russell x you #summer of love #camp counselor!tom

[bigteefsmallbrain]

General Soul Eater HCs please

Soul Eater: General headcanons

Death the Kid:

He’s an art critic

Hear me out

He is obsessed with symmetry, and loves the beauty in it

So when he sees something non-symmetrical, especially in art, he can’t help but to critique it

May go as far as to send a personal letter to the artist (If they’re alive) about how offensive it is that they created something so asymmetrical

If he can’t send a letter to the artist, he’ll send one to the owner/museum and request it be taken down, while listing reasons why it’s horrible.

Anything he writes has an even amount of letters and words

Be that his test answers

Essays

Letters

Diary entry

Speaking of diary entries, he definitely has one

But it’s actually just a catalogue of symmetrical things he’s seen

He puts photos into it and writes about how beautiful it was to see

He doesn’t care what it is much, just that it was beautiful

Meaning he takes photos of people too

Which can be unnerving at times

He’s probably taken a photography class before, or at the very least is self taught

Literally has a photo album of things he views are beautiful, but non symmetrical and he would die if anyone found it

Like a particular sunset with uneven hills

Or a flower with one too many petals

Definitely has an 8 ball, not a magic one, just an 8 ball, it’s placed on a velvet pillow in his room and he frequently polishes it

Elizabeth Thompson:

Makes several backup plans as a way to cope

Especially after dealing with an experience with a ghost

She has notebooks full of them, labeled and detailed

At one point she started putting them in alphabetical order but stopped immediately when she realized Kid’s perfectionist habits were rubbing off on her

She practices acting in the mirror

Usually so she can charm a man into dating her

But also to con people

She used to be a “Street rat” and that thought of ending up on the streets again constantly plagues her mind

She takes full advantage of the “Rich life”

Shopping sprees

Quality makeup

Salons and spa days

The works

She lets Patty’s thought that she knows everything get to her head

The fact alone that her sister believes in her that much is enough to make her a bit egotistical

And Patty’s admiration for the girl makes it ten times worse

She literally doesn’t care if she ends up being wrong because she’ll just be right next time anyways

So stubborn in that aspect

Patricia Thompson:

She likes dark humor

You can’t convince me otherwise, you actually can’t, I have evidence

She made an origami Giraffe, and broke its neck

Laughed when Kid said he “wants to die”

She literally pokes him with a stick when he’s depressed

She likes dark humor, and probably looks up jokes to tell others just for kicks

She’s secretly sadistic, and likes scaring her sister and others

She may act naïve and innocent, but she is anything but

She definitely has, more than once, banged on Liz’s door at 3AM just to hear her sister squeal like a little girl

Honestly, she probably purposefully gets their pose wrong, just to see her sisters annoyance and laugh when Kid gets smacked

She likes origami

Probably first got into it because of the paper ninja stars

Then just found it relaxing

She most likely makes the ninja stars mostly, and keeps a box of her origami creations somewhere

Has in the past, and will not hesitate to do so again, beat someone up for kicks or just to destress

Patty has two faces, the childlike innocent one, and the insane anger one

So it’s not too far fetched to say that she’ll hide her anger till she can corner someone alone and beat them up

Or that she gets bored and decides to do so

I wouldn’t be too surprised if her sister occasionally joined as well

Maka Albarn:

She’s a Harry Potter nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise

She loves the concept of magic

Loves the dynamic between Ron and Hermione, though feels a bit of Deja vu thinking about it

Probably used to write fanfiction, but in a way that made it seem like it was actually part of the story

She will hit you if you mention it

Definitely the type to compare books to their movie counterparts

Not in like, a critic way, but she will definitely rant about the differences, or how a character looks exactly like she imagined, or if they didn’t put in a particular scene she liked in the book

Forces Soul into movie nights, but it’s only the movie counterparts to her books

I can see her forcing everyone into a group study session

Be super organized about it, and setting it up in a way so that no one can refuse

She probably has specific ways for everyone to study

Like having Black☆Star work out while studying so he retains the knowledge better

Or setting up the session in a symmetrical way so Kid doesn’t freak out about it

She writes letters to her mom, as a coping mechanism for when her emotions get to be a little too much

Like when she’s having a bad day

Or if she’s particularly peeved at something Soul did

She writes a lot more letters when it comes around the time of her mom's birthday or death anniversary

She likes the thought of an old timey romance, and often listens to songs that give off that kind of feel

She really likes “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”, it’s one of her favorites

She also likes the old Disney songs, like “Once Upon a Dream” and “So This Is Love”

She would be so embarrassed if anyone found out though, especially if it was her dad or Soul

She isn’t quite sure why she’s so worried about Soul finding out though

Speaking of, she half realizes, half doesn’t with anyone's romantic feelings, including her own

She’ll fantasize about getting a love letter or having someone present her with a bouquet of roses

But if it actually happens she’s like “Oh, thanks friend!”

She knows the behaviors, she just can’t put two and two together

They would have to be extremely blunt, no over dramatic confession, just “I’m in love with you and want to be romantically involved with you”

She reads dictionaries for fun

She really likes to read out of date dictionaries, just to see what words and slang existed back then

She also highlights words she likes and uses them frequently on accident

She has most definitely yelled “I have cupid’s kettlebells*! I’m not flat!” at Soul before

Soul Evans:

Bottles. Up. His. Emotions.

He’s influenced by “toxic masculinity” and fully believes that being vulnerable in a serious way “isn’t cool”

He will bottle everything up so deep down inside that it seems impossible for it to surface

Feelings of inferiority to others? Bottled

Want to cry or break down? Nope, gotta be cool

Started crying in front of someone and can’t stop? He’s not crying, you’re clearly blind

Speaking of crying, once he starts, and I mean genuinely starts, it’s so hard to get him to calm down, and even then the tears don’t stop

Sometimes he’ll start to freak out and send himself into a panic attack because the tears just won’t stop

He’s that influenced by the thought of being vulnerable

On a lighter note, he does adore playing the piano, but the only person he’ll play for is Maka

He swears it’s not favoritism, and it’s partially true, but favoritism does play a large role in it

He frequently drags Maka to his room to show her a new piece he put together

And if he notices her feeling a little down that day, he’ll start playing a song that he knows she likes

He definitely knows about her love for old timey romance songs and is very embarrassed to admit a lot of the pieces he constructs are based off of that

The walls are p a p e r t h i n , he can hear her music through the walls

He secretly finds it adorable when he catches her listening to it because she’ll be dancing around to it

He also frequently finds himself thinking about those moments

He’s the stereotype that parents tell little girls about, with how boys will bully their crush

He’s a lot more playful and easy going, but still teases Maka, so much

Unlike Maka, he’s fully aware of his feelings, and acknowledges them, but bottles it up, only letting himself entertain the thought every once in a while

He jabs at Maka’s lack of “Cupids Kettlebells” as a way to try and ensure she won’t fall for him, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does

He reads the same dictionaries that Maka does, not for fun, but so he can know just what the actual h e l l she’s saying

More than once he’s had to look up a particular word or phrase online because he can’t find it in the dictionary

“What the hell? It’s an old Victorian saying!? Where does she keep finding this stuff!?”

Subconsciously, as time goes on, he starts using old phrases as well, he was so embarrassed the first time he got caught saying “Keep your idle daddles* off of her!” when defending someone from a perv.

Black☆Star:

Is so unbelievably selfish with food

It’s not even funny

He will stab someone if they reach for his food

He surprisingly eats healthy most of the time though?

Says something like “I have to otherwise I’ll never surpass the gods!”

The only person who could ever p o s s i b l y steal his food is Tsubaki, but even that’s pushing it

He has the weirdest dreams, and I mean weird

Dreams like being turned into a potato and being cooked, mashed, and devoured by Tsubaki herself

He didn’t talk to her for a week after that dream, and refused to eat potatoes for a full year because “You never know if it could be a person turned into a potato!”

He was also very offended when Tsubaki ate potatoes during that time period

He takes things very literally

Like up above, if someone does something in a dream, he acts like it was real

Or if someone makes a joke about fighting, he will drag them outside to fight

He’s secretly scared of Tsubaki

But it’s for literally the stupidest reason

And he fully believes that because of it she could fight god and win

She used to have a pet cockroach

One of the flying ones

And he is so unbelievably scared of them, because for some reason they just don’t die, and they have w i n g s

So the fact she owned one as a pet scares him so bad even though it was literally for only a week

He has a soft spot for children

He doesn’t really know why

He just does

Is secretly really good with kids

Literally the definition of dad material

He has his flaws but still

Little kids are the only people who could steal his food and get away with it

Every. Time. and it makes the others so mad

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa:

What can I say, she’s perfect

She probably receives love letters

Reads them over when she’s feeling sad

Likes to keep them in a shoebox she painted

She definitely paints to unwind and relax

Likes to go outside and paint the sunrise/sunset

Takes note of beautiful scenery so she can come back in her free time and paint it

She probably draws/sketches too

Carries a sketchbook with her

More than likely has drawn Black☆Star doing something

Like napping or training

She’d never show him though, too scared of inflating his ego or giving him the wrong idea

Stress bakes/cooks

We know she cooks

Liz took advantage of it and pretended Tsubaki’s cooking was her own

So we know she does

Sometimes painting/drawing doesn’t cut it

So she heads to the kitchen and bakes away her worries and unwinds

The main reason Tsubaki would possibly be spared from Black☆Star’s stabbing habit with food is because she cooks all the meals

She makes sure everyone is comfortable around her

She’ll go as far as to learn someone's customs and practice cooking their unique cuisine just to make sure that they feel comfortable and safe in her presence

She radiates mom friend energy

She’s perfect mom material, perfect wife material, perfect in general honestly

*Cupid's Kettlebells is a old term for a woman's bust

*Idle daddles is a old term for hands

I Hope you like these general headcanons for the main seven! You didn’t say which characters you’d like to see, so I played it safe by putting the main characters! Thank you for the ask!

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