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The Stranger I Love

Friendship Never Ends - Part 7

Characters: AU Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) from Deadpool 2 played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Warnings: 18+, smut, drugs, alcohol, drunkeness, mentions of suicide, toxic relationships, psychological abuse.

Notes: This chapter will also have heavy themes. I think it might be two chapters left now of this story.

I had promised Axel I’d meet him so we could go to the optician together. He was nervous about it and it was really sweet to see a guy like him getting nervous for a simple thing like doing an eye check. I stood by the parking lot and shifted between looking towards the entrance door he would come out from and his old car. It was strange to think that he shared it with his girlfriend. A girl I had seen some pictures of but never met. Maybe the most important person in his life. She was pretty and looked like a free loving person. I pictured Axel and her having done some wild things together. I had already overheard him telling his friend Wes about a threesome he had had with her and her friend. He didn't look so amused when he spoke about it and for me it was an indication that he probably has done those sorts of things plenty of times before. Me on the other hand, I have done much less. Many believed me to be more experienced than I was because I was more "alternative" and yeah, I had been to many concerts, big parties and wasn't unfamiliar with alcohol and weed but when it came to sex I wasn't as wild as people thought. I had the same boyfriend for many years, we met in school and our sex life continued to be as innocent as it was when we were seventeen. It wasn't even a guess that Axel was more experienced than I.

He came out from the entrance door together with Wes and they talked about something with neutral expressions, the lecture probably. The both of them were completely dressed in black, just like me. Axel flashed a big smile when he saw me and I smiled kindly to both him and Wes.

"Hey…" said Axel like the word came out fast but he then didn't know how to end the sentence. He often called me all different kinds of pet names, everything from honey to Trixie after Bellatrix in Harry Potter. We had a marathon with Wes and my friend Lucy at my place and after that I became Bellatrix for him. Some maybe would take offense but I got why he called me that.

Wes probably felt the room because he also said hello to me and gave me a friendly hug, that made it okay for Axel to hug me too. I felt his fingers linger on my coat, stroking the soft fur like material.

"This feels like a cat! Have you killed Shadow or Dark?" Axel said and continued to pat my arms. I gave him a pointed smile.

"No, this is made of a plastic cat I think," I said but let Axel continue to pet my arms. Wes sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Sometimes it really feels like you have smoked some fine ass shit before lectures," he said and watched Axel amused while Axel's eyes were transfixed on my jacket.

"So Theo, Saturday at your place?" Wes continued and ignored Axel.

"Yeah, nothing complicated, just pizza and some wine. I should say hello from Lucy, she had to hurry to her job."

It wasn't a secret that there was something happening between Wes and my friend Lucy and it made our friendly hang outs a bit more complicated.

Axel and I said goodbye to Wes and then walked to his car together. We discussed the plan for Saturday, our studies and also my brothers' interests in cars. It was never hard for me to talk to Axel and I often found myself telling him stuff I hadn't really told anyone else but the closer we came to the optician the less Axel talked. His large eyes were telling and I could see the nervousness in them.

"They will just show you letters and pictures to see what kind of glasses you need. And then you will try different frames. I think something rounder will suit you."

Axel parked the car and looked at me.

"Why do you think that?" He asked curiously and then looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror.

"I don't know, your forehead is quite squared and you don't really have much roundness to your face so I think round frames would soften your features."

Axel listened closely and continued to look at his face. It always felt like Axel listened to me like I knew all the world's secrets. I knew that he would get round glasses, he always listened to me.

Axel didn't have to stand out so much when he walked into the store but with his nervous clumsiness everyone looked at him, he even walked into a spinning rack but his fast reflexes saved it from falling down on the floor. I took his hand in mine to calm him down. I smiled at him, both to sooth him but also because it was quite endearing to see him like that.

The eye check wasn't at all as scary as Axel had thought and I could see he was excited to try on frames when the optician told him that he could do that. The optician smiled a bit amused at Axel's excitement.

"And your girlfriend can help," she suddenly said and smiled at me.

"Oh I'm not…" I said but Axel interrupted.

"I have a girlfriend! That isn't her. Another girlfriend. another girl I mean," he stuttered. The optician smiled uncomfortably and took her chance to walk into her office again. Axel looked around in the store like he felt some sort of panic and played with a ring on his index finger.

"Should you try something," I asked carefully to kill the uncomfortable silence and Axel's growing anxiety. He nodded a little but it took almost ten minutes for him to become normal again.

One of my black big tea mugs became dwarfed by Axel's big tattooed hand. He held it like a regular coffee cup while I held mine with both hands. We sat on my dark gray couch which was surrounded by many of my plants. Axel looked around the room. He always did that, like it was some exotic place but I knew he just liked the space. He had told me about his apartment he had before moving in together with his girlfriend. It had been more like my place and even had a dark green wall to contrast with the white. He took a heavy gulp of his tea and then made a content sound. We both sat with our legs up on the couch and his sock clad foot touched my knee.

"So how many years were you together?" He continued our talk about my ex.

"Eight years," I said and played with the hem of his pant leg.

"That's a really long time. Shit, but I guess, it can't be that hard with you."

I smiled a little and picked up my mug from the coffee table.

"We just became too comfortable. He just played online games all the time and I just… Stopped taking care of myself. I got depressed and restless."

Axel nodded a little.

"I really love your apartment." He often changed subjects fast but I had become used to his jumpy thoughts.

"About that, can't you build some sort of pedestal I can have there?" I pointed to an empty corner. "Something in dark wood where I can have many plants."

"Are you giving me work?" he said and smiled.

"I will of course pay you for it." I caressed his leg and Axel watched my hand but it never traveled higher than his knee.

"How?" He said and liked his lips while watching my hands and then my low neckline. I would never confess to anyone that I wore a low neckline to get his attention. I felt bad about how much I craved his attention.

"With money?" I said even if I wondered if he wanted me to give him a flirty response. Axel smiled and nodded.

"You can design it," I said and let go of his legs, but "fixed" my dress so a bit of my black bra peaked up from the neckline. Axel sat quiet, smiled and looked between my face and the silky black material.

"Why did you and your ex break up?" He said and took a sip from his tea and I did the same before I answered.

"I broke up with him. But he didn't take it so well…" I said and looked down in my mug. Axel could probably see that I didn't say everything because he just sat and waited on me to continue.

"He posted my… nude pictures online as revenge…" I had gotten over it enough that I didn't cry anymore but I couldn't look at Axel because of the embarrassment.

I heard him breath loudly.

"Seriously?" He asked out of breath and I just nodded.

"I'm going to fucking kill that fucking…" Axel sounded really angry and when I looked up he had such a tight grip around the mug it looked like he would break it.

"Axel? Hey, hey. Breath." I crawled closer to him without touching him even if my own heart was beating hard in my chest.

"That little fucking shit! What the fuck is his name?!" He stood up and threw the mug on the floor but fortunately it didn't break.

"Axel… I want you to stop screaming, you're scaring me…" I said with a low voice but looked right at him. It made Axel stop like he noticed his own behavior and instead he closed his eyes and started to breath. He sat down again and I couldn't hold my tears back. Axel looked at me when he had came down from his angry state. His eyes were shiny and when I hugged him he cried too.

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry Theo… Baby…"

I hushed him and kissed his cheeks.

"I didn’t want to scare you baby… I don't want to… Please… I'm really trying to not be so angry…" He stuttered out of breath.

"I know, but breathe with me now Axel. I feel that your heart beats so fast and mine does too so now we should breathe. Do you know how to breathe in a square?" I asked with a hand on his chest. He nodded. I took his hand in mine and together we drew a square in the air while we breathed. Slowly the both of us calmed down and stopped crying. When I was sure Axel was calm I gave him a hug.

"I know you don't want to scare me. And I know you're working on it. But for now, it's something that you must focus on, okay? Don’t think about the future, just heal."

He nodded a little with shiny eyes then hugged me again.

We sat still for a long time, breathed together and looked deep in each other's eyes. When Axel felt he was totally calm he brought up the subject again.

"So what happened to the pictures?"

"My dad made him take them down but he still has them and I don't know if anyone else has downloaded them…"

Axel sighed and played with my hand in his.

"My ex, Zoey," he pointed at the tattoo on his bicep. "She got into porn… we both were models but she had trouble getting jobs and then some asshole got her into porn… I was so young… She was so young. I had a hard time not feeling like she was cheating on me so I was angry all the time and…" he talked fast and upset so I laid my hand on his chest again and made him breathe with me. After a while he was ready to talk again.

"I didn't see how broken she was… I couldn't see how she was used and she wasn't cheating on me, she was being used… Then I found her… She took her life. She took a cocktail of any drug she could find and… She was gone. And I was too angry and jealous to see how broken she was…"

I dried his tears with my thumbs.

"It wasn't your fault honey, it was their fault, the ones that used her. You couldn't know and if you did you couldn't have stopped her. If you could have, your mere existence would have stopped her."

Axel looked me deep into my eyes and nodded. His eyes were red from tears just like his nose and cheeks. He nodded again. We sat quietly for a while again until I felt I could speak again.

"Are all the names you have tattooed on you, your exes?"

Axel laughed a little.

"No, no… Zoey is actually the only one. Rebecca was a girl I fucked sometimes that got pissed when she saw my Zoey tattoo. Frida was a friend, until I hit her boyfriend but that's another story and Mateo was a dude that sucked my cock. Misha, my girlfriend. Do I have any more? Oh! Alexis, a girl that thought she was my girlfriend while I thought she was a friend with benefits… So yeah…"

I looked at him and smiled a little, even if I felt quite strange about a guy having so many names on his body. It felt even more strange only visibly seeing three of them. Where did he have the other tattoos?

"But I'm thinking about doing some cover ups. It feels weird having people's names on my body that don't even want to have contact with me,"

I nodded again and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"It feels like I get to see you become an adult," I said teasingly. Axel gave me a goofy smile.

"As if I will ever be an adult!"

With Axel in my life, time went by fast and it was Saturday in no time. Lucy came before the boys and we ordered the pizzas when the boys were on their way. We had ordered several with different toppings, most of them vegan. We had already opened a bottle of wine and sat and listened to 90s classics. On an empty stomach the wine had already started to take an effect on me and I sang along to "Mm Bop" with a silly voice. I was happy, it felt like the night would be really great. Axel had said the day before that he wasn’t sure if he could come or not. We all knew that meant his girlfriend might be home but then it suddenly changed and he said he would come. If he didn't I would probably cancel, Wes and Lucy more or less acted like a couple.

Lucy looked at me while she played with her red hair. It was newly dyed and it stood out in my somber living room.

"Did you hear that he invited her to the school? She’s coming on Tuesday to meet us," she said. She talked about Axel and his girlfriend and it made me stop singing at once.

"No?"

"Wes said it today, Axel had asked her yesterday. And she said yes… Does that feel okay for you?"

"Of course!" I said fast to cover up my real feelings. "Axel and I are just friends. I would love to meet her. Totally."

I didn't want to meet her. I didn't want to see what she looked like, I didn't want to see her with Axel and I definitely didn't want to pretend that I wasn't inlove with her boyfriend.

Lucy nodded but looked at me worried.

"It's okay if you think it is hard. You two really have chemistry and… He is an ass that plays around with you. I love Axel but I can't see why he doesn't break up with her."

I sighed and looked at my deep purple nails, not to see how they look but to have something else to look at instead of Lucy's worried face.

"I think it's because of what I've said to him. I don't think he should make too many changes right now. He's working on himself and maybe he will change his mind if he does something drastic."

"Did you say that to him?"

"I said he should focus on his own journey and not do anything drastic."

Lucy nodded a little and took a sip of her wine. I patted Dark's little head to keep from being engulfed by Lucy's silence. I sometimes regretted that I tried to be all good, not cross any lines and encourage Axel to do the right thing. In reality I just wanted him naked, me on my knees in front of him and worshiping him like a god.

The doorbell buzzed and I stood up fast to open it. Either it was Wes and Axel or it was the pizza delivery. I opened the door and met Wes’ face and then I looked up to see Axel's face adorned with his new glasses.

"Hey, come in," I said and tried to sweep away mine and Lucy's conversation. I smiled at Axel while they took their jackets and boots off.

"I love your glasses."

Axel smiled.

"I love your sweater," he said and I giggled a bit. We had the same sweater on, deep green knitted ones we had bought at a little boutique together. I wore it as a dress over a pair of leggings while he wore it with his trashed black jeans.

"That's cute," said Lucy and giggled a bit while Wes laid his arm around her.

Axel looked down at his sweater and fixed his round tortoise shell patterned glasses.

"My girlfriend didn't like it, or the glasses. She thought I looked like a dork."

"You, a dork? Come on, I have never seen a guy wearing a wife beater on campus before!" Said Wes and made an ironic shocked face.

Axel shrugged his shoulders and looked away. I knew he had a bad conscience when talking about his girlfriend but I knew he also needed people to tell him that she was wrong. He worried about their relationship and I also knew he thought about ending it because of me but also because of his own sanity.

The rest of the night was fun and chill like it always was when the four of us were together. We ate, we drank, we shared our most embarrassing stories about alcohol, sex and public humilitation. Axel and Wes tried to rap as good as Lucy To Gansta's Paradise and we all ugly danced to Wannabe.

When Lucy and Wes started to make out, me and Axel gave each other a look and fled out to the balcony. Even if we both had thick sweaters on I snatched a blanket we could share. When we sat on the bench I had on the balcony I spread the blanket out over our legs. Axel lit a cigarette which we shared between us. I watched his profile while he blew out the smoke from his pouty lips. He probably felt me looking because he turned to me and gave me a wandering look. If it had been different this would have been a perfect moment to kiss. To let our wine stained lips meet and mix our flavors together.

"You okay,” Axel asked while passing me the cigarette. I took it from his long fingers and put it between my lips. I took a drag so I could think about an answer, instead I came up with a question.

"So your girlfriend… You invited her to see the school?" I really tried to sound natural but I guessed it didn't matter, Axel knew how I felt anyway.

"Yeah… If I should try, I should try, you know. And I think it's a good start to let her see where I spend my days."

He didn't look at me, instead he watched the cigarette between my fingers and when he had finished the sentence he snatched it from me.

"Yeah absolutely…" I said with a low voice and played with the hem of my sweater. Axel dragged a finger over the back of my hand and drew a heart.

"It won’t change anything… But you said I should give it a try. That I couldn't just break up with her."

I looked up and met his big eyes. He furrowed his brows a bit and the darkness under his eyes were more distinct than they used to be.

"I know… I just want you to think this through. Feel if you really want to let her go."

He breathed out heavily as I continued to look at his face. He looked up at the starlit sky and took a deep breath while the wind played with the stray lock of hair that had broken free from his messy sidepart.

"I will give it a chance, to be honest I hope she and I will end this in a good way and for that to happen I guess I should first make it less bad," he said and closed his eyes. I admired his face and his adam's apple that bobbed in his throat.

"That sounds fair. You should end it on good terms if that is what you want."

He lowered his chin and looked at me.

"I think you know what I want."

After that night my contact with Axel became just less and less. It started with him messaging that his girlfriend wouldn't come to school then he became more or less quiet. I didn't hear from him and I didn't see him on campus. I tried to talk about it with Wes but it seemed like he didn't really know either. I worried that he and his girlfriend had talked through everything and everything was good again. Maybe it was so good he would marry her and get her pregnant. I tried to stop the imagines of Axel fucking her so hard the bed shook but I couldn't stop my thoughts. I wanted to hit myself, a really hard slap for not just kissing him when I had him. I should have just said he should break up with his girlfriend and claimed him as mine. It took two weeks for Wes to feel like he needed to tell me the truth. We sat together with Lucy at a coffee shop close to campus when he became tired of my worried, anxiety babble about Axel.

"He and his girlfriend broke up. He just needs time for himself." Wes said and interrupted my worried thoughts. I looked up at him from my coffee mug.

"They broke up a few days ago but it has been a lot for him before that so he hasn't felt it would be right to contact you."

"Oh…" I didn't get anything out more than that. I felt a bit stupid for worrying that much and I didn't know if I could be happy Axel was single now.

"Give him some time. They have to deal with the house and all that. And the cats. He's really worried he won't get them."

I nodded, I was a cat parent too so I knew how much they meant even if many others saw them as just cats.

"I will give him time. I know he must do this on his own. Especially because he has other things to work on at the same time."

Both Wes and Lucy nodded. Lucy had been more or less quiet before that but now I noticed that she couldn't shut up anymore.

"You will get him in the end. In a few months he will be yours. You don't need to worry."

The time without Axel was lonely. For several weeks I didn't see him. He just wrote one text in the middle of December when my mood was just as dark as the December days.

I just need some time. I miss you.

It was short but it was everything I needed. I knew now that he was okay and that he thought about me, even missed me. Nothing else mattered. But it was lonely without him. I found myself looking towards the entrance to the library. Through the glass doors I could see the coffee shop. The library wasn't in the same building as his lecture hall and the building I had my lectures in was even further away. The chance for me to run into him was small and even if we could I didn't know if it was a good idea. If he wanted time he would get it. But I still hoped to see him, just to see if he was okay. To see if he smiled, being his own hyperactive self or if he was a shadow of his former self. Maybe the break up was really hard on him and he would give up his studies and all the progress he had made.

Axel never came through the doors and the university closed for the holidays. I started to give up on seeing him again and focused on Christmas with my family, even if Axel's father lived just a bit of a walk away from my parents. It was a white Christmas that year and my parents' manor looked idyllic with glistening snow. When I mentioned that my parents lived in a manor most people imagined some sort of haunted house, with bats and broken windows. Maybe they had that thought because of my looks but my parents house was painted white and well maintained. You were welcomed with white pillars that held up a big balcony. It was beautiful, with the big yard that now was just as white as the house, decorated with fir trees and red ribbons. When people saw where I had been raised they understood I was the rich girl, it was just that I was far from the stereotypical rich girl. Axel had also probably understood my background when I told him where I had been raised but he didn't even raise an eyebrow. He never judged.

His father owned land in the area but it seemed like the money was locked there. His house wasn't big and mostly seemed to be repaired by Oscar Cluney's own hands. I remembered Axel as a bad boy as a teen. The guy that took big risks and charmed all the girls. I wondered if young Axel would have even looked at me twice. But Axel wasn't that cool guy I had thought he was. He was broken and not in that charming way bad boys in teen movies were. He had carried years of anger within him that had messed up his life and relationships. But now he had finally begun to work on it. He finally started to break free from all the anger, shame and sorrow. I hoped that the break up wouldn't mess that up. He was such a great guy behind all that baggage. A sensitive, creative man carrying a broken boy inside of him.

My family celebrated Christmas like we always had, with our old grandma, the dogs inside with my cats and a lot of food. We ate the traditional food but as a dessert we always ate ice cream. Nothing fancy at all with cheap store bought cookies. It had become a tradition when my brothers were young and picky. Me and my youngest brother fought about the last caramel cookie when suddenly a well known face looked in through the entrance to the living room. Axel wearing a black beanie and freshly shaved. I immediately stopped nagging about the last cookie and felt my heartbeat in my chest. I could feel the heat in my face, from the candle light but also from embarrassment and adrenaline seeing him in my home.

"Hey, sorry for just stopping by… but Merry Christmas," he said nervously fidgeting with his leather gloves in his hands.

"Merry Christmas!" Said my father and raised his whiskey glass like Axel was an old friend. My mother smiled a little and explained to my grandma that Axel was just a friend of mine.

"Are you Santa?" My oldest little brother asked with a joking tone.

"Just for your sister," said Axel suggestively and then laughed nervously because it had probably just slipped out.

I stood up from my chair but snatched the caramel cookie before walking over to Axel. My brother protested loudly and I gave him that bitchy look I rarely gave anyone else. Axel looked at me amused and with… attraction?

When I was close to him he said with a low voice;

"Sexy bitch," he smirked and laid a hand on my waist. I laughed a little and gave him half of the cookie and laid the other hand on his chest that was covered by his black bomber jacket. Already I noticed he was now single.

"Can we talk alone somewhere," he asked and took my hand in his and ate the cookie in one bite.

I nodded a little and took him to my old bedroom. It wasn't the typical rich girl bedroom either. It was mostly painted white with black details. It was simple with just some Tim Burton pictures on the wall. On the bookshelf stood books like Twilight and Divergent.

Axel took a walk around my room.

"Is this yours?"

"Yeah, I should move out everything one day but my parents aren't in a hurry either. They have so much space."

Axel nodded a little then sat down on the bed. "I guess you heard I'm single."

I sat down next to him and put a pillow in my lap to fidget with.

"Yeah, how are you?" He looked at me and smiled a little.

"I've got the cats so I'm good. She’s moved out now and… It feels good. Like it was for the best."

I smiled and noticed when he looked at my velvet dress.

"You are really hot today. Beautiful I mean." He said and zipped down his jacket and took off his beanie. He had the green sweater, over a black button up. It was a new look on him but he looked so good in it.

"You too… Baby," I called him, trying out a nickname for lovers. Axel breathed out then he kissed me hard. He didn't even try to hold back as he kissed me passionately. It felt like hot fuzzy soda ran down through my mouth to my pussy. He held my face with one hand while the other lay on my waist. I held my hands on his thighs and we kissed like that for a while then he looked down breathless and I knew what he was thinking.

"Discrete isn't your thing, right?" I said teasingly and pressed my boobs together. His eyes were transfixed at my cleavage, he licked his lips and looked up at me like a dog asking permission to take his food.

"Go ahead baby boy," I said teasingly and Axel made an animalististic sound before he just pushed down my dress from my arms and pulled it down along with my bra. I wasn't prepared for how fast he did that and laughed a little when he strongly gripped my breasts and stuffed his face between them.

"You don't know how long I’ve wanted to do this." I could barely hear him while he pushed his face into my chest, sniffing the skin and then taking a nipple into his mouth. I gave him a moan as an answer and chose to focus on what he did instead of what he said. He continued to caress and lick my nipples and dragged it between his teeth just so much that it sent a thrill through my body. I leaned back and dragged my fingers through his slicked back hair, pulling in it hard to gain a reaction. He worked his lips up to my mouth and kissed me longingly until I found myself on my back with him half on top of me.

"You know I love you right?" He said with a raspy voice and looked straight into my eyes, even if my chest was exposed and one of my breasts laid heavy in his tattooed hands. I giggled a little, of joy but also of the whole situation. Downstairs my family was celebrating Jesus' birth while I had a grown man sucking my tits and poking me with that monster between his legs.

"I love you too Axel, so so much."

We were forced to end our light foreplay when my youngest brother knocked on the door to ask us if we wanted to play his new video game. I was shocked when Axel answered with enthusiasm.

"If I’m going to be your boyfriend, I should impress the family, right?" He smirked and helped me fix my dress. He even started to fix my hair for me. I smiled a little but then fixed my hair and make-up by the silver mirror on the wall.

"Is there a bathroom close by?" Axel asked and put a hand down his pants. Like I said, discretion wasn't his thing.

"Just out the door, the first door to the right."

Axel smirked a little then he leaned forward to kiss my lips. After that he gave my breast each a kiss. I pushed away his head with a laugh.

"Dirty boy, get your act together now. I promise you, they will stay where they are."

Axel made a roar and bit the air before vanishing out from the door.

When I was alone I took a deep breath. I could still feel my wetness in my panties and a stinging on my nipples from Axel's biting. I looked at myself in the mirror. He made me feel so sexy, like I actually was worthy of him and I loved the feeling. He made me proud of who I was.

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floccinaucinihilipilificationa · 6 years

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#medusa #Don't worry no one was hurt #Medusa just wanted to prank some people #Happy late 2018 everyone!! How have you been? c:#I'm done with my internship and aah I missed the internet why are people eating laundry pods #I drank dish liqud like once as a child and my family still brings it up #our cinema is doing a 24 hour Harry Potter movie marathon soon and I am tempted #but then I remember that Twilight marathon back in the day and how my entire body was just in pain by the time they finally married #and the next day I had a Physic test and I only got one point #and the teacher said I could save my grade by making a presentation about planet movement #But Jessie got the same presentation topic and then I didn't have to do it anymore because I think he forgot and in the end I got a D #I think a Harry Potter Marathon would just kill you #in a good way #I never saw the latest twilight film!#I think deep down I fear that if I do that the spell will break and that I will have to do my planet movement presentation at last #and somebody stole all of the fatballs!!#all of them!!#I suspect it were the racoons next door #that would be okay they have cute tiny hands #but why would you eat the string as well #that can't be good for your racoon body :c #one string was still hanging on the tree for a day and then it was gone #who came back for the string #I hope they made friendship barcelets

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makeupinthedrawer · 2 years

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Hey,

Don't know if you're gonna write this but I've always thought about nerd! reader x Niall because I'm a nerd and wanna read about cute nerdy things they'd do together. Byeeee

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some of them he doesn’t really get

“so they just have to …kill each other?” / “yeah pretty much” / “but why?” / “they’re being forced to by the government” / “but that’s so sad :(((((“ / “i know” / “i wouldn’t kill you babe / “i wouldn’t kill you either”

but some he gets hooked on like normal people for instance

“they’re from ireland!” / “yup!” / “like me!” / “i know!”

laughing at every irish reference and pointing out every familiarity

“this is exactly what it was like growing up in ireland”

sometimes you had to bite your tongue when he said that. wondering if he had some life changing, heart wrenching romance he never told you about

but when he’d look up at you every week, popcorn in his lap and a spot carved out for you on the couch just under his arm, you knew you had nothing to worry about

“and this is also a book? :o” / “mm hmm, it’s in my drawer :)” / “ :o :o :o :o” / “d’ya wanna borrow it, bub?” / “:D!”

the two of you had your nerdy differences that you introduced each other to over the course of your relationship

but the one thing you both had in common from day one was

planet earth

“he’s the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen in my life ♡ U ♡ “ / “don’t get attached love” / “wha- no no no no!” / “holy shit, look at it go!” / “i’m literally about to start crying. :(” / “well keep it down, i want to put this on my story :|” / “:((((“

you woke up everyday and thought about how thankful you were for niall

finally with someone who didn’t make you feel embarrassed over your interests like your ex did

“and so yeah, that’s why it’s my favorite” / “wow, you’re so smart” / “i- i i’m sorry if i was rambling” / “…i like your rambling, i like everything about you, petal :]”

#niall #niall fluff #niall horan #niall horan fluff #niall fic #niall horan fic #niall headcannon #niall headcanon #niall horan headcannon #niall horan headcanon #niall x reader #niall horan x reader #niall flicker #niall horan flicker #niall heartbreak weather #niall horan heartbreak weather #amie writes

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @octopus5555 (thanks for your support <3)

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sonybees · 3 years

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random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

tags: @quadrupledeckertaco @audreysmusings @georgeweasley19 @krasivayadarling @crookedhag

and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)

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purple-fireflies · 3 years

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Top five favourite Soy Luna head canons for each ot the holy trinity of ships

thanks sm for the ask!!

this was really fun :)

Lutteo:

1. vacations in italy/mexico because they love showing each other their countries and traditions

2. their song is more than words (Extreme).

3. at the beginning of their relationship, it was always flowers to apologize/show appreciation, but as they matured and grew older, it was little household chores they do to apologize/show appreciation

4. matteo played soccer (football) in HS and luna always showed up to his games, even pre-relationship

5. matteo makes secret allusions to luna in his albums that only she knows and it's their little secret

Gastina:

1. the show made Gastina look really vanilla in terms of kissing/making out and I have a headcanon that, no they're actually not that afraid to show affection in both public and private

2. Gastón usually lets Nina make the first move and sort-of guide the relationship- making sure shes always comfortable (that kind of contributes to it when she proposes first)

3. Nina did date a bit in Oxford and she had a few serious relationships before she got back together with Gastón, and then she realized "oh. he's it for me"

4. Their song is You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift, the queen herself).

5. they had a lot of study dates in oxford (post-breakup, pre-back together) and they got extremely close in doing so (something about a silent library and the dim lighting)

Simbar:

1. before Simón's music career took off, and while Ámbar was a law student, she would sit and study at J&R and Simón would just stare at her with heart eyes.

2. I think I said this in my simbar post- they kill at couples cooking

3. Shes not afraid (by One Direction) is their song.

4. they love movie nights. and really long marathons of the stuff. harry potter (Ámbar and Simón in their respective house apparel, of course), lotr, any romance/sci fi, all of it.

5. I may have mentioned this before, but Simón doesn't just blindly take it anytime Ámbar does something truly horrible, but unlike season 2, he stands by her and tries to help her fix it.

#THIS WAS SO FUN OMG #countessofravenclaw asks #lutteo headcanons #gastina headcanons #simbar headcanons #soy luna

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Hello, lovely writer 💙 If you like, might you please write a scene of mc x satan having a movie night? Just lots of cuddles, kissing and fluff. 🥰 Thank you thank you, darling, and please don’t feel any pressure to write this if it doesn’t spark anything 💙 Happy holidays! 🥰 And thank you!

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

imma be real this idea was sparked by my friend who said she never watched HP/Marvel/Star Wars/LOTR/any other major movie franchise... Lol

Uneducated (SATAN X GN!READER)

For someone who’s so intelligent he’s actually pretty uneducated. How could he miss the major franchises of the past like… 50 years?! What good does it do you when you’re alive for literally ever and you don’t even know the basics like Harry Potter and Star wars?! Especially Harry Potter… he calls himself a bookworm, a nerd, and has never even read the books. Unbelievable. You still stared at him in disbelief days later. Star Wars? You might excuse, he doesn’t really seem to be the Star Wars type… but he should’ve at least heard of it! You figured he must at least watch one of the franchises, and if he hates it after the first movie… you may be somewhat more accepting. “I read the books.” He held up all seven Harry Potter books, smiling proudly, “in just a couple of days, to prepare for our movie marathon. I was debating on if I should go in blindsided but I figured the movies didn’t do the books justice so… I took it upon myself to read them.” Of course he would do so. “Well… you’re not wrong. How did you like them?”

He liked them, a lot. You had to sit through a whole three hour presentation of why he believes Snape is treated unfairly and Draco is misunderstood; however, his favorites were actually the twins, Fred and George Weasley, “they should’ve been there a lot more. The true backbones of the books and, presumably, the movies.” Well, you wouldn’t go that far but you let him believe that. “Alright… well, sit.” You patted the spot beside you, thankful that Satan managed to hide a T.V. in his room where he watched all the shows he usually does. You pulled some pillows onto the floor, pushing some of the books aside that will probably never find a proper home on any of the shelves. “I think… hm.. You might like the movies for visual reasons.” “Please, (Y/N). I already drew out everything in my head as I read the books. If it’s not like I imagined, the movies will be thrown out.” You bit your tongue, not wanting to be quite so obvious in the fact that the movies should’ve been thrown out, anyway.

It didn’t take long for him to start arguing about how the movies do a terrible representation of the books and… it was more amusing than anything. Admittedly, you shouldn’t have laughed as much as you did, but it was just so funny to see him get all riled up, all angry and then letting it out toward the screen, “Satan! Hey! I know… sshh… calm down…” you were still laughing when you managed to cradle him in your arms, not really keeping him there with much strength, but you at least wanted him to stop yelling at the screen. He fake struggled, whining a bit more against you, “(Y/N)... These movies are distasteful! We’re only two movies in and… what happened to Arthur punching Lucius!? I was looking forward to it…!” He let himself be pulled into your lap, letting your arms push his face into your chest as he pouted. Of course, he wasn’t upset about it, but he does like being babied by you because you do it so well. Plus, you were comfortable and he’d be a fool to pretend anything else.

“Yeah? Just wait when you see what happened in the Marvel movies vs. the comic books.” He shakes his head, lifting it up from your chest to look at you, a small smirk gracing his lips before he pushes you down onto your back, letting himself fall on top of you, “You’re trying to get me even more riled up, aren’t you? Is that your goal? Speak, (Y/N). I need to know.” A smirk of your own matched his, your hands sneaking up to run through his hair, “hm… maybe? I just like it when you get close.” A teasing roll of his hips against yours, although it stopped immediately after, his head dropping down onto your chest again. As a matter of fact, his whole body dropped onto you and you grunted a little at the added weight, “oof! S-Satan… you’re heavy..!” “are you calling me fat? You need to apologize.” He’s just messing around of course, “Apologize…? Satan get off!” But he didn’t even budge, just looking back down at you, “kiss me and I might.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing again because he’s being so extra and… a little needy. Sometimes he had these random moments where he wants to be like every couple on T.V.; dorky, cute, rolling around on the floor for seemingly no reason. “Fine, one kiss,” and you couldn’t help but oblige to his wishes. His head slowly dipped down and you grabbed it with your hands, kissing his lips repeatedly as a laugh escaped him. You matched it, giggling from your own actions before pampering his whole face with kisses, “muah! There. Was that enough?” He seemed to be in thought, smiling down at you. A soft pink was caressing his cheeks and he quickly rolled over, taking you with him so that you landed up on top instead, “hm… almost. Come here, kitten.” His arms wrapped around you tightly, squeezing you against him and you swore you heard your back crack, “T-Too tight… Satan… can’t breathe…” “Good. the less you can breathe the less you can squirm. I’ll make you my perfect little cuddle buddy.” Was that a death threat? Wide eyes looked up at him, but he only laughed loudly, his head falling back in amusement.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” He was still laughing, unwrapping his arms from around you to cover his face. His whole body was shaking beneath you and you frowned, tickling his sides because you might as well have fun with it, but the beautiful sound of his voice laughing abruptly stopped when he took his hands in yours, rolling you back over and looking down at you with a stern face, “... only with love.” His eyes were sparkling with mischief, a smug smirk gracing his lips now and before you knew it, his own hands were tickling you instead; his kind of love. At least he wasn't ranting about Harry Potter anymore.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #shall we date satan #satan x mc #obey me satan #satan obey me #obey me satan x reader

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justmeandmysickies · 3 years

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From the dialogue prompt list: Sickie 11.) “I just–mmph–threw up–” aaand Caretaker 1.) “Poor thing, you’re belly’s really upset, huh?” for Key and Jaylen 🖤

Here you go, Flick! Thank you for basically keeping this blog alive haha

Quiet is never a good sign

characters: Key and Jaylen

warnings: emeto

Key was being quiet. Too quiet and Jaylen didn't like it one bit.

Yes, his boyfriend wasn't exactly known for being a chatty person but today was different.

Having their annual Harry-Potter-Marathon they were currently halfway through 'the order of the phoenix' and Jaylen couldn't remember the last time his boyfriend had actually said something.

And Jay was trying hard. More than once he'd attempted to involve his boyfriend in a conversation. He'd basically been talking through the entire movie. And by now Key should have either beaten his ass for talking through the movies or at least given him some kind of verbal answer.

But not today. And Jaylen could tell something was wrong with his boyfriend, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what and it bothered him to no end.

"Sirius is actually kinda hot, don't you think?" Jaylen asked, hoping he'd get an answer out of Key if he talked about his favorite character - but again he got nothing more than an approving hum.

Now Jaylen was seriously starting to get worried. And that meant something because Jaylen Louis Calligan did not worry. At least that's what he liked to think, Key would of course never tell him that Jay was actually one of the biggest overthinkers he had ever met.

Forgetting all about the movie, Jaylen was now basically staring at his boyfriend, trying to figure out what was wrong. He was pale but then again - Key was naturally pale and in the light of the tv screen it was hard to tell how bad it really was.

While Jaylen was lost in his thoughts Key was fighting a losing battle against the nausea that had been plaguing him all day.

Jaylen was still staring at his boyfriend when the latter suddenly burped. Although a rather small burp it was thick and wet and hearing it immediately sent a shiver down Jaylen’s spine. Key on the other hand shot up from where he was sitting, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth. The comforter he'd been wrapped in fell messily to the floor as the blonde sprinted to the bathroom.

Jay was left staring after his boyfriend, mouth hanging slightly agape in shock at the sudden turn of events.

A painful sounding retch came from the bathroom and with that Jaylen got up, quickly making his way to his ill boyfriend before he could think about it too much.

At the door however, he stopped to take a deep breath, bracing himself for what he was about to see. As he opened the door, he quickly realized though, that 'seeing it' was not the biggest of his worries. It was the smell that got to him first. The sour stench of vomit hit Jaylen like a wall of bricks, and he had to turn away, gagging into his hand.

Every fiber in his being wanted to walk out of the door but another retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid sounded from behind him, making his stomach clench in sympathy for his poor boyfriend and he just couldn't leave.

And then - the toilet flushed.

‘Thank god, Jaylen thought, he is done.’ He turned around, meeting Keys eyes, who was still sat in front of the toilet. Jay walked over to him, suppressing the urge to gag again - for his boyfriend’s sake.

"I just-mmph-threw up-" Key said warningly, knowing about his boyfriend’s slight emetophobia. Unfortunately, he was cut off by another productive heave that once again brought with it a wave of semi-digested food, which noisily splattered into the toilet bowl.

Jaylen had to look away but still put a comforting hand on his boyfriend’s upper back, slowly rubbing circles over his shoulder blades.

"Yeah babes, I figured as much." He chuckled, slightly amused by Key's obvious statement.

When the sound of vomit hitting the toilet water finally stopped, Jaylen turned back around, facing his boyfriend.

Key was panting now, his entire face and back were slick with sweat and excess saliva was hanging from his bottom lip. He looked outright pitiful.

"Poor thing, your belly's really upset huh?" Jaylen murmured, still carefully rubbing up and down his boyfriend’s back.

Key spat into the toilet. "Stop talking to me like that, it sounds like you are talking to a child."

"Alright, I'm sorry." Jaylen laughed, now grabbing a piece of toilet paper and cleaning his grumpy boyfriend’s face.

When he tossed the soiled paper into the toilet, he leaned over to flush - unfortunately, he made the mistake of actually looking at what was inside the toilet bowl. Once again, the brunette singer gagged into his hand.

Key quickly looked up at his boyfriend - the gag had sounded alarmingly wet. Jaylen was swallowing convulsively, and Key moved away from the toilet, so his boyfriend had enough space and proper access - just in case. Jaylen however shook his head and slowly lifted his hand from his mouth.

"I'm good." He exhaled shakily. "Sorry about that."

Now it was Keys turn to shake his head. "It is fine, I know you get squeamish around vomit. I am seriously surprised you are actually in here with me." Key chuckled lightly, getting up to brush his teeth.

Jaylen smiled at that. "So am I. Guess I really do love you. But on a different note - how are you feeling?“

"Honestly? Like crap. I am pretty sure I caught the bug that has been going around at school. My stomach is killing me." Key sighed, placing a careful hand over his middle before putting the toothbrush into his mouth. He gagged almost immediately at the feeling and opted for some mouthwash instead.

Jaylen was carefully watching his boyfriend, looking for a sign the latter was going to throw up again. "Mh, sounds like it. How about we get you to bed? I'll grab a bucket and some medicine and then we can cuddle."

Key had to laugh at the last statement. "You really want to stay with me? While I am like this?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay, if you don’t expect me to look at you while you spew."

Key smiled. "Okay, deal. But I want to finish the movie, so let us cuddle on the couch, okay?“ Jaylen nodded. He took his boyfriend’s hand and lead him back to their living room.

While Key got settled in, Jay went to grab some sick-day supplies, including a bucket, Pepto-Bismol and a glass of water.

Five minutes later, the couple was cuddled up on the sofa, Key nestled comfortably into boyfriend’s arms, head resting on Jaylen’s chest.

Of course, Key did not finish the movie. Instead, he fell asleep less than fifteen minutes after they’d returned to the sofa.

But it was probably for the best that way, Jaylen thought, as he gently massaged the blonde’s scalp, since the next round was bound to come.

#em writes #request #key #jaylen #my ocs #emeto

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mayo-advance · 3 years

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Shake and Wear

Prompt from @amourtentiaa :”Pretend that the Harry Potter movies already exist in the 80s and watch them, let the reader simp for the twins and Peter would be all grumpy. And He’ll say is it the hair? *speeds off and buys ginger wig*

A/n: First of all, we both know he wouldnt buy it, he would steal it. Second of all this was such an adorable idea and I love that now both of my speedy Maximoffs have a Harry Potter marathon fic

“Ok, I’m about to change your life. Are you ready?”

Peter and you were in the midst of your super-mega-unhealthy-junk food eating- all nighter pulling-mess making- Harry Potter marathon. You were in the midst of the fifth movie and you and Peter had been debating where characters land on the list of favorites.

You smiled teasingly, dramatically putting your head on your hands, which were propping you up. “Destroy me with your earth shattering revelation oh great speedster.” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“You dont even know what it is that i’m about to say.” Peter sat next to you on the couch, and looked down at you with a sweet smile.

Despite the fact that you could get diabetes from that smile, you knew behind it was malice as Peter prepared to bash your most recent ranking.

“well what is it?” You looked up at him, playing along to the act that you had no clue what he was going to say.

“It is a list of characters better than Draco Malfoy.” Peter said while booping his finger against your nose.

This often happened during movie marathons. Every time you two had differing opinions, you didn’t flat out say it. Instead you opted to kill the other with kindness for their incorrect way of thinking. Of course that only applied to movies though.

It had been silently agreed on when you and Peter had argued about who the strongest Jedi in star wars was. He said it was obviously Yoda, but you argued that since Yoda died, and therefore the argument was invalid.

It ended in a prank war to the pettiest degree and THAT had ended with Professor Xavier getting a bucket of glue dumped on him and his wheelchair by accident courtesy of Peter.

Needless to say if you couldn’t resolve it with petty pranks, pure pettiness by itself would have to suffice.

Not being phased by the fact that he had indirectly called you placing Draco in your top ten a poor decision, you sat up off your hands and leaned back into the couch cushion. “I’ll go first! Dean Thomas.”

Peter narrowed his eyes at you. “You were just saying all that stuff about Draco.”

You took a deep breath. Sinking further into the couch cushions. “Yeah but that doesn’t mean I hold him on a pedestal.” You looked over at where Peter was, but you had sank so far into the couch that you could only see half of him.

“I wish you would.” That threw you in for a loop. You had no clue where Peter could be going with this.

“Why?”

“So I could push him off.”

You laughed so suddenly it almost sounded like a snort. And that made Peter laugh too. And that made you laugh harder causing you to lean forward with the momentum of simply giggling.

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t push him off first.” You said, breathing heavy in attempt to recover from laughing so hard.

Peter shrugged. “Touche. But then... If Draco isnt up on the pedestal.... then who is?”

You looked back at the screen, which was playing a montage of Harry teaching Dumbledore Army.

You dramatically gestured to the screen

“My beautiful boys Freddie and Georgie.”

Peter scoffed, crossing his arms. “Them?” He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow.

“One of them,” You paused, reconsidering your words, “or both, could hit me with a car and I would thank them.”

Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Well they aren’t that great-“ He leaned back, with his arms still crossed.

“Well then who is?” You knew where this was leading.

Peter looked over at you, a superior look on his face. He looked liked a child bragging about how they’re the fastest kid on the playground “Me.”

You smiled. Peter could be a real man child sometimes. But alas you were still dating him, and you loved him so much that it hurt sometimes “Mhm suuurree.” You mimicked him, crossing your arms. You smirked at him.

Peter stayed silent, and furrowed his eyebrows. You glanced back at the screen and saw Umbridge on screen. Ew.

You and Peter sat in silence for awhile and you started to worry that you said something wrong. You knew he could be insecure and you never ever wanted to hurt his feelings.

As a final stand before ‘breaking character’ you looked over at him. “Are you pouting now?” you asked with the same sarcastic tone as earlier. Except it was softer this time, and more endearing.

Peter huffed a silver strand of hair out of his face “Its the hair isn’t it.” He didn’t sound hurt, instead he sounded rather sulky as he looked over at you.

“Wha-“

Before you could ask him how he came to that conclusion he was gone in a gust of wind, stirring up the junk food wrappers that had surrounded the couch.

He was back in a flash and on his head was the brightest orange wig you had ever seen. It was a mess. “.... Did you really just go steal a wig.”

He ran his fingers through it and shook it, and oh god you realized it was one of those cheapo shake and wear wigs that you could get from the dollar store.

Peter smiled at you and shrugged. “It was urgent. They’d understand.”

“And it was urgent because?” You raised an eyebrow at him, but your heart felt so full of fondness for him in this moment and nothing he could possibly come up with could ruin the moment.

He gently laid down on the couch, with his head resting in your lap, not taking off the wig. “Because I’m better than the Weasel twins.” There was a humorous sparkle in his eyes. He knew the effect this stupid joke had on you.

“its Weasley-“ you tried to correct him.

He lazily raised his arm and pressed a finger to your lips. “Shhhhhh- They aren’t important. I’m the superior carrot top.”

You laughed softly “I never said you weren’t.” You looked down at him and patted the wig with one of your hands, the other going to hold Peters hand.

You pulled the cheap wig off and threw it into the mound of wrappers. “But I think silver suits you pretty well.”

Peter closed his eyes with a content sigh. “I love you.”

“love you too speedy.” Who needs a movie marathon anyways?

You smiled absentmindedly. Looking down at Peter. He squinted on of his eyes open and looked at you.

You wanted to stay here forever, frozen in time. But you couldn’t help yourself murmuring out.

“You should probably return that wig.”

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #evan peters #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #fanfiction #xmen #xmen apocalypse #xmen days of future past #xmen dark phoenix #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff fluff #insecure peter maximoff

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loversdelusions · 2 years

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Can I get a mha matchup? This is what I look like

Age: 19

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual and poly

Personality:I don't talk to people I don't know usually and can seem shy but once I get to know them a can be talkative and a little bit loud. I don't really hate people unless they give me a reason too. I don't get annoyed or mad easily. I make dark jokes sometimes there directed to myself. I try to be supportive of my friends but if I know what they're doing is stupid than one will call them out on it. I'm really into the emo style. I do suffer from anxiety and depression, I also am touch starved. I do have some anger issues but usually it's only bad when I don't get enough sleep.

Hobbies: reading, drawing, watching anime/tv shows, writing, painting, going on late night drives, and going on walks.

Likes: anime, art, music, nightmare before Christmas, harry potter, the colors black and purple also green alot, scented things, candles, Halloween, fall weather, animals, and fuzzy blankets.

Dislikes: spiders, super hot weather, liar's, blend food, and people who can't clean up after themselves.

Thank you!! ❤❤

Okay I was thinking about people who would be perfect for you, and my first thoughts went to Bakugou.

Bakugou would definitely love the way you dress, not that he would ever tell you at first. He certainly doesn't hide the darkness in his outfits either. As your partner, he would either ask for your help or ask to help you with eyeliner, since he has to wear it as part of his hero costume anyways.

At first, Bakugou isn't the most talkative either. He watches you at first, just judging at first. Because of his well, inferiority complex, he is angry snaps would form a frenemies type of relation with the both of you. You had a lot of things in common, anyways. It was easy to form a friendship.

He takes late-night walks to clear his mind, especially when he’s overwhelmed and can't stop thinking. It isn't like he doesn't get enough adrenaline in his line of work, but driving really fast at a lonely road in the night to make his heart beat faster was an activity he seemed to frequent. So he would enjoy the time to free the mind with you, and he would not hesitate to fly you into the air if you really wished.

He would have little problem if you don't want to talk to new people, the both of you standing next to each other already look intimidating anyways. He’s not really comfortable with others he doesn't trust either, but with his company he is forced to talk and lay on the charm thickly to help his career, so coming home to rant to you about how dumb the commissioner was or how annoying the police had been, or whatever else it may be, was well enough for him.

He’s also pretty anxious. His mind runs a million miles a minute, so he understands when your anxiety is running high. He really wants to help, and he's a perfectionist and won't let him rest until he makes sure you're comfortable with everything. Even if his anger takes over, he will drop it immediately (Will save it for later though) and run to your aid. Anger issues or not, he’s logical, and really weighs the odds, so he’ll track your meds and make sure he can comfort you.

You like anime? Amazing! He will force you to watch his favourites. A deal is struck, he watches your favourite movies, and you watch his. Sticking all the way through and thoroughly sugar coating both of your opinions at the end of the marathon to spare both of you.

Though you do not try to make him kill a spider because he will absolutely fucking not.

And here’s your saving grace. Because in thinking of a relationship, I really think Kirishima and Bakugou would make a good poly couple. Since you like purple, (and let's be serious, all purple people want everything to be purple) and along with your personality I would have assumed Shinsou would make a good partner for you as well, but for a poly relationship, I really believe KiriBaku would make a great balance.

I mean Kirishima would definitely kill the spiders for you and Bakugou.

He was also into a darker sense of style before, so he definitely loves the way you dress. He’s an outgoing person, and he would be the person to start talking to you first. He would fill the silence with his own thoughts when neither you nor Bakugou felt like talking. His love language is absolutely touch, so hugs and cuddles would be an every day, and fuck he gives amazing hugs. He feels insanely lucky to have both of you, and when his insecurities really strike high, loving green eyes would make him melt and even with Bakugous hard words attempting to reconstruct his confidence with force.

The formula works.

Kirishima is one to love snuggling underneath warm fuzzy blankets and falling asleep with the window open to allow the cold air to make it more comfy. He’s really the one to pull the plug on arguments when tensions are high because he’s pretty much a pacifist. He’ll definitely overthink your Halloween costumes and make Bakugou’s absolutely out of the theme. Believe me, if you dress up as a couple, Bakugou will be that random ass side character.

A necessary step to anger him. He doesn't enjoy Halloween, so whatever the both of you dress up as, he’ll be whatever comes along with it.

And if you had been feeling horrible one day, he would bring in your favourite snack and put on your favourite comedy(or tragedy, really. He’s one to want to cry to let it all out), and try his best to cheer you up while Bakugou rushes around to cook something you’d like (perfectionist bullshit, he always overdoes it and then you're sitting there eating a billion comfort food for a couple of days. Kirishima takes full advantage of this. He loves his cooking). It’s a bit difficult when you want to spend time on your own though because he really wants to be there for you. He doesn't like leaving you when you're not beaming and talking to him like usual. Bakugou will urge him to give you space, and his anxiety would take the worry from his face and keep it nonchalant. But Kirishima can't easily just let it go, so it’s a bit tough.

He shares everything. Bakugou really doesn't. Though they deal.

Though be ready to have to be the emotional crutch for Bakugou's emotionally stunted ass and Kirishima's debilitating self-hatred when life gets tough. Hero’s have a tough time, especially emotionally. If Bakugou could not win the way he wanted, or Kirishima couldn't help in an emergency, it would be a bloodbath at home. They aren't the most communicative so you’ll have to force it out of them and work on helping them realize accepting your comfort isn't a weakness.

Also, their mood would affect yours, and it's the same for them. One of y'all had a bad day? It would affect the rest of you. So staying happy is very dependent on each other. So it’s important for morale that all of you actively try to communicate. It's difficult, it is; Though they would never lie to you, though downplaying some things to keep you from becoming anxious or depressed is definitely something they would do. Bakugou doesn't see the point of lying, it's way more entertaining, to tell the truth for him. While Kirishima doesn't see the point of hiding things from each other.

With both of their jobs paying high money, you really don't need to get a standard job, so you could really work on things like your art and writing, and they would encourage you to start off on social media.

They would so aggressively advertise for you I swear.

And if you wanted to have a career, they wouldn't stop you, but they would definitely urge you to take a break and try to feel better before you do. Bakugou would fight for this so hard, and this time Kirishima would try to tell him to back off.

Either way, Kirishima isn't necessarily messy but Bakugou is a clean-freak, so he will be barking at him to clean up his shit before you would even notice the mess. He will not tolerate a messy home. And while Kirishima loves the hot weather, all that comes with it, swimming, tank tops and popsicles, Bakugou hates it. He gets more irritable when he sweats and can't use his quirk, so he will sit with you in the shade pounding a gin and tonic in a water bottle and occasionally sabotaging annoying people around you guys’ plot of shade, while the both of you snarky comments and joked while Kirishima childishly reversed into a teenager and wadded around the water.

Your jokes would definitely get darker the more you stay in the heat, and by the time Kirishima walks up to you finished with his day in the sun, the both of you are about ready to honourably kill each other.

You guys wouldn't keep it to yourself, Kisihima will be hearing all about it throughout the rest of the day, rolling his eyes at your dramatic comments from both you and Katsuki.

I'd like to hear your thoughts, lmao. I hope I did you justice, I've never really written poly relationships though I really should. Thank you for the ask! I love knowing people outside of my circle exist :D

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supernatural-jackles · 4 years

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Owe You One - Part 3

Title: Owe You One - Saving You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,141

Warnings: Angst, Self Hate, Nudity, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Sex, Minor Fluff, Self Loathing.

Summary: Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Owe You One - Masterlist

Square Filled : Best Friend for @spndeanbingo

A/N: Here we go! I hope y’all enjoy this part! Please please please, leave a comment, reblog or ask! Your response is very important to me! Happy Reading!

*Tags are still open! Please send an ask*

Three Months Later

“Hey Y/N, it’s me, Dean. Again. Uh, look, we need to talk. It’s been three months since I last heard from you. I haven’t seen you since the night out. I’m getting worried now. I’m stopping by tonight around seven. Have a good day.”

You listened to his words, letting them swirl around in your head as they sunk in. It had been three months since you last saw him. The night of his mom’s party. He called and left messages. Knocked on your door a few times and sent a bunch of texts. You didn’t return any of them. It was for the best.

You couldn’t get his mother’s words out of your head since that night. You were never going to be good enough for the Winchester family. You were never going to measure up because you were the same filth that your mom was. You were bound to repeat history with their oldest son and she was going to make damn sure nothing happened. Hell, you had no idea what had happened. You were clueless, helpless and most of all, you were completely and utterly alone.

You glanced around your messy bedroom, knowing fine well it was time to get up to get ready for work. That didn’t help you move. Your room hadn’t been cleaned in close to two months. You had probably vacuumed about three times. You had clothes everywhere. Your sheets were half on the bed. You had blankets on the floor, and the odd pillow. You just stopped cleaning up and taking care of yourself. There was no motivation in you to do anything. You slept, are the odd meal, went to work and repeat. There was nothing special about your life now that you didn’t have anyone in it.

You rolled off of your bed, your feet landing in what felt to be a sweater that you had worn yesterday or the day before. You couldn’t quite remember. You took a deep breath, searching your drawer for something you could wear that was semi presentable, and not already worn and on the floor. You didn’t have a whole lot of clean clothes left.

As soon as you pulled on your pants and shirt, you slipped out of your room and into the main part of the apartment. Your dishes were piled up in the sink, and all over the counter. You hadn’t bothered to clean anything in your apartment for awhile now. You just didn’t have the energy to put into cleaning up.

You shoved your shoes on your feet, wanting to leave the apartment as quickly as possible to get out before you had the chance to run onto Dean. That was the very last thing you wanted. Especially after the message on your phone. If you were lucky and timed everything out, you’d be home early and you could ignore him like you had done for the last three months. Dean and the rest of the Winchester’s were better off without you.

You hopped on the number five bus that took you straight to the stop right outside your work’s building. You barely gave his beloved impala a second glance as the bus took off down the road. It was filled with the usual crowd. Some in their business suits, others in scrubs. It was always the same people that never said a single word to each other. Not even a hello.

The ride was exactly twenty six minutes. The average amount it took you to get there. This morning, the lady with the stroller didn’t get on, which saved you three and a half minutes. The old man with the big hat got off at a different stop, and a few new faces got on at a stop that wasn’t typically used. It was all so routine. Nothing ever changed.

Maybe that was part of your problem. Your life was so routine now that you were alone. You didn’t run the odd chance that Dean was coming over to hang out because you had shut him out. You didn’t go out. You lived the same daily routine every single day. No change. Maybe that was why you were in the slump you were in. Partially anyways.

You pulled the string, letting the driver know you needed off. You stood up, heading for the side door to get ready to leave. No one looked at you, or even paid any attention to you. They were all staring at their phones, not taking in their surroundings. It made you wonder how they ever got off at their stops.

You stepped out onto the cracked sidewalk, heading straight towards your building’s entrance. You had your key card ready to scan when you walked in. You took a deep breath as you pulled the door open, your footsteps light as you made your way to the front desk. You slipped your card in the slot, hearing the click to unlock the door.

The exact same routine every morning. Your work station as you liked to call it was on the third floor. You had your own little cubicle that you made yours. The elevator dinged as it stopped on your floor. You heard the conversations the second you stepped out and headed into the big room. Your area was to the left of the room, near the conference office.

You arrived at your cubicle, removing your bag from your shoulder before placing it on your desk. You took a seat in your comfortable chair. Your eyes wandered in the same place they always did. The picture of you and Dean that you had there. It was the only picture you had the two of you. You didn’t have the heart to remove it. You loved the picture. He was smiling wide while you were laughing. His younger brother Sam had taken it. What you would do to go back to that day.

“Morning Y/N,” Charlie beamed, handing you your morning tea with a smile. “Your morning pick me up.”

“Thanks Charlie,” you smiled softly at her.

“Are you caught up on The Walking Dead yet?” she asked, leaning against your desk.

“No not yet,” you shook your head. “I’ve been a bit busy. I think I’m six episodes behind now.”

“You are and it’s killing me,” she sighed. “Okay, what about we get together this weekend and catch up. Or have a Harry Potter marathon.”

“I’ll see what I’m doing,” you nodded. “I’ll text you and let you know.”

“Will you?” she cocked her eyebrow knowingly.

“Promise,” you said, looking directly at her.

She gave you a weak smile before heading to the next cubicle with their drink. You let out a breath, turning your computer on. You were just going to focus on getting your work done so you could go home and feel comfortable once more.

Your job wasn’t hard. You worked for a magazine company called Asemodeus and you wrote articles. It wasn’t your dream job by any means. When you moved here, this was the only place you heard back from that the pay was decent. It was better than nothing. You just weren’t challenged as much as you would have liked. It was all a routine to you.

Your column was strictly fashion. Nothing to write home about. You worked with a bunch of other woman who helped get the main parts of the magazine together. Your boss, Abaddon was the daughter of the company’s CEO. She ran this floor and was the one in charge of getting everything done. Charlie worked alongside her. She was in charge of everything Abaddon couldn’t get done. Everyone else was just like you in some sense.

The day was dragging on. You had nothing due. Nothing to research and nothing to write. You were ahead and there wasn’t anything you could help with in anyway. Your eyes kept slipping over to that picture and how he was coming over tonight. He was worried about you. All you could think about was his mom’s words. You weren’t good enough for any of them. What made you think that Dean wasn’t going to realize it at some point? As soon as another woman came into his life, you would be shoved out of his life anyways. You were saving yourself the heartache.

Six o’clock finally came. You shut down your computer and turned your side light off before standing up. You had your sweater close to you and your bag over your shoulder. If you were lucky, you would catch the first bus back to the apartment, you thought to yourself. You pulled your hair out from beneath the strap.

You slipped your card in the slot once more, signing out for the day before pushing the door open. The cool March air filled your lungs instantly. The wind had picked up a little. You were looking forward to spring finally making its appearance.

The bus stopped in front of the stop for you to get on. This ride was shorter than the last one you reminded yourself as you took your seat at the back of the bus. It was a different crowd on this route compared to the morning round. There was a man always on his phone with his wife. Today they were arguing about something which sounded a lot like what to get for dinner. Most of the time, he was telling her how his day went and how much he missed her. He couldn’t have been much older than you by the looks of him. He wore a suit and carried a briefcase. It wasn’t new by any means. A hand me down at best. His suit was one of three he owned. He was definitely just starting out.

Your stop came quickly and before you knew it, you were back out into the cool evening. You glanced both ways, checking for cars coming before stepping out onto the street to cross over. You couldn’t wait to be in your bed. It was all you could think about.

It was just after six thirty when you stepped foot on your floor off the stairs. You searched your bag for your keys. You pulled them out of their spot, finally look up, only to have your heart sink in your chest. Dean was sitting on the floor outside your apartment with his knees up to his chest. It wasn’t even seven yet. So much for getting home early enough that you could avoid him. There was nothing you could say to him. There was no point in conversation.

“Y/N,” he half smiled, getting up off the floor.

“Look, now’s not really a good time,” you said, slipping the keys in the lock as quickly as you could. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to do.”

“Not even ten minutes?” he asked, his tone almost cold. Not that you could really blame him.

“As you can see, I’m fine. I’m still alive and all is good. I’m just busy. You can stop worrying,” you stated, pushing the door open.

“Y/N,” he breathed out. “Please.”

“It’s not a good idea, okay?” you muttered, stepping inside your apartment. You turned back, finally looking directly at him for the first time. He had a sad, broken and defeated look on his face. It damn near broke you. You didn’t want to hurt him. That wasn’t your intention in the slightest. You were saving both of you from heartache later on.

“You have someone over last night?” he asked, pointing towards your kitchen, furrowing his eyebrows. Shit. Of course he could see your kitchen from where he was standing.

“No,” you shook your head. “I gotta go.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded. “I talked to my mom about what happened.” You stiffened at the thought of him talking to her about you. The mere thought of you on her mind, her face turning angry and filling with disgust.

“That’s great. I don’t want to hear it, okay? Please, leave me be,” you said. Your voice laced with defeat. You moved to shut the door closed, only to have Dean’s hand stop it before he entered your apartment. He wasn’t going to give up. There was no getting him to leave now without a fight.

“You’re not okay,” he said sadly. “Are you?”

“I’m okay,” you lied. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he stated. “Your kitchen is a mess which is completely unlike you.” He walked over to the fridge, opening it up. “You have nothing in your fridge, Y/N. Not even a carton of milk. You haven’t done the dishes in what looks like a week or two. God knows, the last time you had a proper meal.”

“I’ve been busy,” you whispered, trying to make yourself small. He wasn’t going to buy a word you were saying. You could see it on his face. Maybe if you kept lying, you’d piss him off to the point where he’d leave. Maybe if you pretended not to need him.

“Y/N, don’t lie to me,” he frowned, making you feel guilty.

“Can you please, just go,” you swallowed hard, not daring to look at him.

“Let me clean up, okay? Go shower and do whatever you do after work,” he told you. You didn’t have to be told twice. You turned on your heel, heading into your bedroom. You shut the door quietly, taking in the darkness that was the room. The curtains hadn’t been opened in months. Dean was going to leave after he did the one thing you couldn’t do. You could handle him doing that. You were tired of fighting.

You shed out of your work clothes, dropping them near the overflowing laundry basket. You never bothered to make sure they were fully in there. It didn’t matter anyways. Your room was as much of a mess as your kitchen was, if not worse. You reached for your pyjamas that you had on this morning, pulling them on your body before slipping beneath the covers of your bed.

You lay your head on your pillow, bringing your legs up to your chest as you settled in. You felt everything, but at the same time, you felt nothing. It was one of the worst feelings in the world. Knowing something was wrong, but not having the slightest clue how to fix it, or the energy to even try. Nothing was going to make you feel any better.

You had no idea how much time had past when your bedroom door opened, letting in a little bit of light from the main part of the apartment. You had no energy to move, let alone talk. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to have to fight Dean on this.

“Y/N,” you heard as the bed dipped down next to you. You felt his hand coming down to the other side of your body. “How bad is it?”

“What?” you mouthed.

“The way you’re feeling. How bad?” he questioned. His tone was light. There wasn’t a single hint of anger or judgment.

“‘M fine,” you replied, nuzzling your head into your pillow a bit more.

“Y/N, please don’t lie to me. This is my fault; I know it is. Please just, talk to me,” he almost begged.

“I would like you to leave,” you asked politely. You couldn’t handle the hurt in his voice. He was worried and you knew it was a long shot of him leaving after he seen you like this.

“Not without a fight, sweetheart,” he half smiled. “C’mon.”

He stood up, throwing the comforter back without your consent. You felt the draft instantly, wanting the warmth back. Before you could reach for it, Dean reached down, pulling you into his arms, lifting you out of bed. You could barely protest as he carried you into the bathroom. He placed you down on top of the counter before flicking on the light.

“Alright, arms up,” he pointed to your shirt.

“Dean,” you shook your head.

“I’m going to say this as nicely as possible. You smell terrible. Now arms up. We’re showering,” he explained.

“I don’t want to,” you protested, casting your head down.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Then you can go for a bath instead. You can soak in there while I clean up your room.”

“No,” you refused.

“Y/N, please,” he declared, raising his voice just a little. He turned away from you, reaching your tub. He turned the nozzle, beginning to fill up the tub. He grabbed the bubble bath from the shelf, adding a good amount into the water before testing the temperature. He never uttered another word to you. You knew he was irritated with you, and you did nothing to make that any better. You were pathetic. Why was he sticking around?

When he was satisfied with the bath, he made his way back to you. This time, you didn’t protest. You weren’t sure you had any fight left in you. He pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts to him once more. He didn’t look at you with the same lust filled eyes this time. Then again, this wasn’t the time or place. Next were your pants and your panties, which were off quickly. What you weren’t expecting was for him to carry you over to the tub. He was careful when he placed you in the water. It wasn’t too hot. It was the right temperature to provide you with some relief. It felt nice to be in the water.

“I’m going to go clean up,” he stated lowly. For a split second, you didn’t want him to leave you. After telling him to leave so many times. After avoiding him for so long. You didn’t want him to go. If he was in here, you weren’t alone with yourself and your thoughts. You weren’t alone with your fears, and your depression. You would have him here with you and it was a lot less scary if he was here.

“Stay,” you whispered. Your voice was weak and barely even there.

“I’ll just be out there-”

“Please,” you mouthed.

“Alright,” he nodded. “You want me to wash your hair?” You nodded your head this time, not daring to try to speak again. He opened up the cupboard door, grabbing the pitcher from the shelf. He moved to the shower, grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the perch before settling down next to the tub.

You moved to the middle of the tub, giving him some room to work. You brought your knees to your chest, letting him do what he needed to do. He was gentle, which you should have expected but didn’t. He worked in silence, solely focused on washing your hair the best he could. You didn’t want to do anything to make him mad. You just let him do his thing.

You couldn’t deny that it felt good to have him run his fingers through your hair. It was that comfort thing again. Like the way he kissed your head at his mom’s party. It was little things that put you at a little more ease. You never really realized just how much you missed him until you thought about these things.

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he assured you, running his fingers through your wet hair once more. “You want to get out now so we can dry you off?”

“Okay,” you breathed out. You moved your hands to the side of the tub, finding the energy to prop yourself up to a standing position. He reached for your arm, helping you climb out of the tub and onto the soft mat to dry your feet. He wrapped you in one of your warm towels, trying to dry you off the best he could. He held out his finger to you, taking off into your bedroom a second later. You moved the towel around your body, drying yourself off in all the places you knew Dean would miss.

“Clean pyjamas,” he said as he stepped foot in the bathroom once more. Dean took the towel from you, and handed you the clean clothes in exchange. You managed to pull them on without too much of an effort. Dean stepped over to the counter, grabbing your hair brush off the little shelf. What you didn’t expect was for him to begin brushing your hair. You felt useless. You couldn’t even take care of yourself and it took to Dean barging into your apartment to help you for you to actually do something. He had to be thinking about how pathetic you were. How much of a broken fucking mess you were.

“De-”

“We’re going out,” he told you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You furrowed your brows. Where in the hell could he be taking you that you could be wearing your pyjamas. He lead you into your bedroom, heading over to your closest to grab you a sweater before exiting the room.

You followed him into the now clean kitchen. He was setting out your comfortable slip on shoes for you, and he had your bag ready for you. You weren’t really up for going out, but there was no way he was taking no for an answer. Not this time. Even if you tried, you were still going. You were breaking routine, you told yourself. That was good.

He threw his arm around you once more, pulling you into him as he lead you down the stairs and to the impala. The wind had picked up a little more, chilling you instantly due to your wet hair. Dean still opened the door for you first like the true gentleman that he was. You couldn’t wait for him to get in and turn the heating on.

You were on the road within seconds, heading left instead of right, which was what you were expecting. The car heated up pretty fast, warming you up slowly. Dean hummed along to the Queen song that played on the radio. The car ride was pretty silent all in all. You didn’t know what to say to him. You were sure he didn’t know what to say to you at this point. You were a mess. You weren’t his responsibility.

He made another left turn up a road you weren’t sure about. It was a dirt road that went uphill. You weren’t sure how long you were in the car for or where you were for that matter. Dean knew what he was doing and that was more than enough to put you at ease. The car eventually came to a halt and Dean cut the engine. You were at the top of the hill, overlooking the main part of the city.

It was just starting to get dark out and the lights were becoming brighter. You couldn’t stop staring out the window, taking it all in. It was breathtaking. You took a deep breath, letting the calm feeling take over you. It was the first time in a long time that you felt a sense of ease. You didn’t want that feeling to leave you.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Dean said lowly, grasping your attention.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. You could sense that he wanted to say something more but chose not to. Not yet. You knew after everything he did for you, you owed him an explanation. You owned him something. There was no nice way to put any of it. You had no idea why he even cared. After everything with his mom. You knew she didn’t want you around him or any of them. You shouldn’t have been with him now.

“Y/N,” he sighed, almost as if he was defeated.

“I’m not okay,” you confessed. “But Dean, we can’t be friends.”

“Why not?” he questioned.

“Because your family hates me,” you reminded him. “Because for some reason that I don’t know about, they hate me. My existence was enough for your mom to tell me get away from her family. I’m not good enough for you, Dean. Or anyone for that matter.”

“Is- is that why you didn’t answer any of my calls, or texts? Because you think you’re not good enough for me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Partially.”

“I’ve been so fucking worried about you,” he revealed, turning to face you. “And clearly I’ve had a good reason to. Talk to me, Y/N.”

“There is nothing to say,” you shook your head.

“Yes there is,” he pointed out. “Since when do you not have something to say?”

“Since my best friend’s mom hates me,” you raised your voice. “Since the one person I actually got along with was told to break up with me, because my bitch of a mom fucked your mom over in some way that I don’t even know about!” You let out a huff, crossing your arms over your body, trying to make yourself small.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve done something sooner. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“We can’t be friends, De-”

“I don’t give a fuck what my parents think, Y/N,” he stated clearly. “I care about you. The one who stuck by my side even when she wanted to run. I’m never going to leave you behind because my parents feel a certain way. They can go to hell for all I care.”

“I’m not going to be the one to break you from your parents, Dean. I’m not worth it,” you argued.

“I’ll be the judge of that one,” he told you. “I like you and that’s all that matters. I’m not going another day without knowing you’re okay.”

“You said you talked to your mom about what happened?” you brought up, finally turning to look over at him. He gave you a soft smile, motioning for you to move over to him. You took a deep breath, not fighting him this time. He threw his arm around you, tugging you into him, giving you a squeeze.

“From what she told me, she said your mom and her were best friends growing up. From Kindergarten to junior year. She didn’t speak kindly of her, I’m going to tell you that now-”

“I figured,” you shrugged.

“Your mom cared more about her boyfriends that she did about her friendship with my mom. My parents were together in high school. Have been since sophomore year. Apparently they took a break during senior year and during that time, your mom hit on my dad and said a bunch of things about her to him. Their friendship was over after that and your mom took off. I know there has to be more to it, but that’s what she told me.”

“I’m trying my hardest not to be like my mom,” you breathed out. “She made it pretty clear before she died that I was going to end up the same way as she did. A slut who was never going to settle down with anyone.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not your mom,” Dean declared. “You’re not a slut. Trust me, someone is going to fall head over heels for you someday. You’re definitely a little naughty though, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shut up,” you let out a chuckle.

“You are,” he laughed, “I’d fuck you anytime. You’re hot as hell.”

“I’m a mess. You don’t want me,” you half joked, swallowing hard.

“I’d take you no matter what,” he assured you. “Best sex I’ve ever had.”

“You already know you’re the best I’ve ever had,” you shrugged. “Backseat is free.”

“As much as I’d love that, I’m not sleeping with you. Not tonight,” he breathed out. “You’ve clearly got a lot going on and I’m not about to make that any worse for you. Just, don’t shut me out again, okay?” he said, nudging you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Things just got dark, you know? My head got the better of me after that night and I just kinda stopped. Everything whirled around in my head and I convinced myself you were better off without me. After that, I felt trapped in a loop. Everyday was the same shitty routine. I didn’t want to talk to you because of what happened, and I worried that because your mom told you to break up with me, you were going to leave me in the end anyways. You deserved a better friend that your parents didn’t hate. On top of that, I never told you that I have bad anxiety and a bit of depression all wrapped up in this tight little box. I’m a mess nine times out of ten. And everything with my mom and growing up - I figured I’m only good for a night between the sheets and nothing more.”

“You are worth a lot more than that, sweetheart. I can promise you that,” he stated, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “You might have a few dents, but you aren’t broken and you aren’t a mess. You’ll always have me, no matter what. I’m right next door, neighbor.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, swallowing hard. You leaned your head over, resting it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been a terrible person the last three months.”

“You do owe me a birthday present,” he joked. “I get it. I don’t mind helping you clean up your apartment when things get to be too much. I don’t want you to feel like you have to shut me out. I’m always here for you. I don’t care about what my parents think. You’re always going to be my friend. I’m not a kid and I can make decisions for myself.”

“I might need you to remind me of that from time to time,” you shared. “I’m not going to be okay all the time. I’m never okay all the time.”

“I’m a phone call and probably about twenty two steps away. Anytime,” he assured you.

“Can - can you stay over tonight,” you inquired. “I don’t really feel like being alone. Not after three months of it.”

“Only if I can sleep in your bed. I’m not sleeping on the couch,” he chuckled.

“Yeah you can sleep in my bed,” you nodded.

“Good. Your bed is comfortable,” he smiled. “We’ll get your room back in order this weekend.”

“Thank you for being a good friend, even if I’m a shit friend.”

“You’re not a shit friend, Y/N. You thought you were doing what was best for you at the time. You’re overprotective of yourself and I get it,” he smiled. “But remember I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you breathed out. “Thanks for caring.”

“Always!”

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Part 4 will be out on Sunday 👀

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Victon as your Boyfriend

(Hello my sunshines! It's currently 11:30 PM and I'm laying in bed thinking about the types of boyfriends our precious 7 boys would be, so of course I've gotta write about it!!!)

Scenario: Pure, fluff and sprinkles! 🥰

Seungsik

Our brave and fearless leader!

He's the mom of 6 boys! (Seungwoo included)

You're no exception!

Seungsik is always taking care of you

The full mom experience too

We're talking cooking with a pink flowery apron

Always telling you to be careful

He loves movie nights (idk why 🤷‍♀️)

He loves having a blanket over the two of you

You curled up in either his arms or on his lap

You are his baby (along with Subin)

I feel like he would tell you when your outfit is too short or revealing

"Don't you think that outfit is a bit.... short Jagiya?

Other times

"You're not going out like that!" 🤨

He doesn't like arguments

But he doesn't want people touching what belongs to him either

Would definitely be you DD or pick you up when you've been partying with your friends.

Lays you in bed

Sets a tray down with a cup of water and Tylenol next to the bed.

Hangover soup the next morning!

Seungwoo

Seungwoo is that all around perfect boyfriend!

He's always hyping you up.

New outfit?

"OH MY GOD! HOW IS THIS MY BEAUTIFUL BABY!?!?!" 😱

Cooked something?

"YAAAAH! THIS IS DELICIOUS!!!"

He's always complimenting you

Even when you're in sweats, his hoodie and a messy bun.

Boys got hearts in his eyes

Speaking of hoodie...

He loves to see you swim in it!

Because he's so tall

He absolutely hates when you guys fight

He sometimes snaps under stress

Right after, he's pulling you into his arms and holding you

You're his rock

You keep him sane

But every now and then, you just let him break

He loves laying on your stomach or chest as you run your fingers in his hair

Vice versa 💯

Chan

Chan is a switch

Not the way you're thinking either 🙃

I mean he can be either really sweet and goofy

Or very serious and stern

Mostly its sweet and goofy

He loves seeing you smile

You are his pride and joy

But if you piss him off

He's gonna let you know

Like the others, he hates fighting with you

But what couple doesn't

You two usually need a couple hours away from each other

But after you both cooled off you Apologize

I get the feeling he loves back hugs (both giving and receiving)

He loves holding you in his arms

Anytime of the day

In the kitchen, outside, in bed after a long day

You'd be lying if you deny you love it too

I'm just gonna say it

This man loves 10000000X more when he's drunk

He already loves you to the moon and back

But he gets really touchy and clingy when he's drunk

"Baby... I love you so much"

Sejun

My boy! My dork! My favorite!

Y'all already know where this is going

Sejun is an absolute crackhead

So obviously you're gonna have one crackhead of a boyfriend

You literally can't take him ANYWHERE

You love being silly with him too

But sometimes

You feel like you're babysitting more than dating him

He doesn't know your real name anymore

Hes got so many pet names for you

Baby, princess, sweetheart, my love, cupcake, (tried to call you mochi then got really hungry)

Always taking you to restaurants

Because he loves food! (Sometimes you think more than you)

But then he would give that 😮 face and tell you no

He's also a big tease

Never fails to make you blush or get flustered

You're always using his full name to scold him

You two don't fight a lot, but if you do

Its probably because you ate his food

If it's something serious, he wants to work it out IMMEDIATELY

He's always gotta hold you in his sleep

You comfort him

Don't forget the voice that was given to him by God himself!

Hanse

Do Hanse is a whole package deal!

He's the E-Boy you didn't know you needed

He's the dork you didn't know you needed

He's the romantic you didn't know you needed

This man L-O-V-E-S you! 💕

Everything you do puts a smile on his face

He's a Slytherin (you know what that means)

Harry Potter marathons

IN COSTUME! (Wands, robes, plushies, butterbeer, the whole thing)

Fights with him rarely happen

Because he's a pretty understanding guy

They do happen though

You always hug him and apologize for your behavior, or vice versa.

(Gonna get a little PG-13)

Hanse can never kiss you without getting into a heated make out session

It always ends with the bedroom door getting locked (I'll leave the rest to your imagination)

He loves taking pictures of you

And loves being your model (who wouldn't wanna snap some pics of this beautiful human being)

You're a sucker for his tattoos and piercings (don't deny it!)

Byungchan

Byungchan is no doubt the sweetest boyfriend ever!

He loves everything you do

EVERYTHING

He points it out all the time

He loves being next to you

Rather its watching a movie

Cooking

Cleaning

Or just chilling in bed

Byungchan would be hella clingy

But not the annoying clingy

Just when he's touch starved of you

He loves cuddles

He'll pull you into his chest and hold you

He loves playing with your hair

And singing you to sleep

He'll stay beside you until you fall asleep or He'll fall asleep beside you

If you guys have a fight

It doesn't last long

Because he has things he needs to tell you

"Jagiya... can we just forget our fight and go get some Boba???"

You'd laugh and nod before running into his arms

He loves forehead kisses too

He feels like they'll protect you

He whines a lot when wanting your attention

Of course you can't resist him 😂

Subin

I feel like because Subin is the baby

He's a little more shy

Like the first couple of dates, he'd ask to hold your hand

He'd also ask you everytime if he could kiss you

He never wants to overstep his boundaries

He's kind of slow with everything

Like putting an arm around you when you're watching a movie

He likes to test the waters

Fights absolutely kill him

He always shows up in front of you

Puffy cheeks and red eyes

This sight hurts you and you just fall into his arms

He does get these little bursts of confidence and just goes in for a kiss every now and then.

Leaves you speechless, and he'll just stare at you until you ask for more.

His hyungs are always teasing you.

"Yah! You can't have him he's our baby!!"

You're the baby now too 🤭

He just loves you so much (you're his first love)

He doesn't want to mess anything up, and neither do you

#victon #Seungsik #seungwoo #chan #sejun #hanse #byungchan #subin #fluff #kpop scenarios

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Pompous Gits and Slytherins - Harry Potter Series Percy Weasley Imagine

Author’s Note: Ok, so I know technically no one asked for this. But I really couldn’t get this idea out of my head AND there was a Harry Potter marathon on TV today. I’m really not responsible for my actions, honestly.

I’m open for requests! I’d love to hear anything you guys have to say :)

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The potion was turning brown.

“Pompous git,” you muttered, frantically trying to pierce a Sopophorous bean with a silver knife.

“You were supposed, 3, to already have the beans, 4, cut,” Percy Weasley insisted. He was holding the cauldron at an angle, counting out loud as he dropped wormwood essence into it. “5. Are you almost done? 6. 7.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to go slower.” You caught the bean as it tried to bounce off the cutting board.

“8. It might, actually. 9. If I get a poor grade on this, 10, I’ll--”

“You won’t have perfect NEWTs and then you’ll never become Minister of Magic.” Slamming the flat of the knife onto the bean, you crushed it, releasing a thick, green juice. “Everyone knows your plans, Percy.”

As Percy leveled the cauldron, you scraped the juice in, speeding up its slow crawl across the board.

“Everyone also makes fun of your plans,” you added as you picked up a beaker filled with water and chopped up Valerian roots. You handed it to Percy so he could measure out seven drops. Last Potions class he’d called you “heavy-handed,” so you had decided that adding drops was now his responsibility. While you would be angry if he messed it up, you couldn’t deny that you’d also feel smug.

He began pouring, the tips of his ears turning a red that rivaled his hair. “I don’t see why anyone would make fun of them.” His voice sounded far more confident than he seemed to feel.

“Because you act like you’re better than everyone. Don’t you know that’s a Slytherin thing?” You arched an eyebrow and adjusted your green tie.

Percy refused to look up as he set the beaker back down. He only scowled at the table.

You rolled your eyes, picking up the wooden spoon and beginning to stir the potion clockwise. Percy eyed your movements like a hawk. “That was a compliment,” you said.

“I don’t see how.”

You completed the tenth stir, now staring at a pale lilac mixture, and offered the spoon to Percy. He took it with his right hand and began to stir counterclockwise, quietly counting the seconds each stir took.

“There you go again, acting as though you’re better than everyone. There’s nothing wrong with being a Slytherin.”

Percy briefly peeked up from the potion, which was growing paler by the second, to shoot a pointed look at the table in front of yours. Kaden Shafiq, a Slytherin notorious for bullying anyone who wasn’t a pure-blood, was stirring his potion and sneering at the Hufflepuff girl beside him.

“He’s an anomaly,” you assured Percy.

Percy didn’t seem convinced.

You picked the silver knife back up and began cutting a Valerian root into square pieces. “Most of us don’t believe in his ideologies.” Feeling Percy’s heavy stare, you amended, “Well, some of us don’t.”

“I caught some third years making fun of Ron for being a Weasley just yesterday.”

You glanced up, but Percy was staring at the potion. His lips moved silently as he counted. You looked back down at the Valerian roots. “I take it he wasn’t being made fun of for having the red Weasley hair?”

Percy sniffed haughtily and pulled the spoon out. The potion was clear as water. “You know what they were saying.” Percy took one of the squares of Valerian root that you’d cut up and dropped it into the potion. “They were calling him a blood traitor.”

You dropped another square in. “That’s radical thinking. I don’t believe that and I don’t associate with those who do. My parents don’t even believe that, and you know how backwards old pure-bloods can be.”

Taking another square, Percy gave you a measured look, as though he was trying to see if you were lying. After a few seconds, he turned back to the cauldron and added the Valerian root, looking unsatisfied.

To be fair, that could have just been his normal face. His lips seemed to naturally form either a pout or a frown, and his eyes, hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses, always seemed judgmental.

You picked up more Valerian root and let it fall into the potion. “How many squares was that?”

Horrified, Percy whipped around to face you. “You weren’t counting?” His eyes were huge, his freckled skin pale.

You laughed. “I’m teasing, that was 5.” You added another square to the clear, bubbling potion. “Care to do the last piece?”

Percy shook his head, frowning as you dropped in the last square of Valerian root. As soon as you pulled back your hand, he began stirring the potion counterclockwise. He seemed so concentrated that you found yourself wracking your brain to come up with something to distract him. To your surprise, he spoke first, his voice formal. “What are your plans for after graduation?”

The smile you had at him speaking first died on your lips once you processed his question. Buying time, you waited until Percy completed the tenth stir, then handed him the beaker of Powdered Root of Asphodel, waited for him to finish pouring, took it back, set it down, and finally said, “My plans are spreading around the school like wildfire.”

Percy took the cauldron in his right hand and started to stir with his left. “I haven’t heard.”

Your lips quirked into a small smile. “Of course you haven’t.” You toyed with the silver knife, not wanting to see his face. “I’m betrothed.”

“Betrothed?” Percy nearly dropped the spoon. His cheeks flamed, only growing redder when you helped him steady the cauldron. “You’re 17.”

“Exactly. I’m finally old enough for my parents to act on the plans they made years ago. Keep stirring, Percy.”

He reluctantly complied. “Who is it?” Every word out of his mouth seemed to offend him. He wouldn’t stop staring at you.

Steeling yourself, you said, “Some pure-blood old enough to be my father.” You looked back down at the knife, ashamed to be admitting it, ashamed to be ashamed, ashamed to be doing any of this in front of Percy Weasley, of all people. Head Boy Percy. Going to be the Minister Percy. “He doesn’t even live in this country. He’s off in America. Have you been counting the stirs?”

“Counting the...damn!” Percy quickly pulled the spoon out and set the cauldron back on the desk. He ran a hand through his hair as he peered at the potion. When he finally pulled away, his face was bright red, his hair was a mess, and his glasses were askew.

You laughed.

He frowned. “If you’re going to America, where will you work? I guess you could Apparate or use the Floo Network to get to the Ministry, but you wouldn’t even be living here--”

“My work is done. I found a husband.” Your words were so bitter you could taste them. “Slytherins are ambitious, but for the girls that only means being ambitious with your marriage options.” You chuckled, devoid of humor. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Slytherins are awful.”

“But...but...you’re...smart,” Percy said, not even gloating over you saying he was right. His compliment came out stilted and awkward, like his lips weren’t used to forming the words. “How can you not work in the Ministry?”

The conversation was becoming painful. It felt like something was wrapped around your chest and squeezing, but you refused to cry, refused to show any sign of weakness. You needed the upper hand again. “Oh, Percy, you shouldn’t compliment a girl so much. Someone might think you’re in love.”

Percy spluttered and you decided you quite liked how a blush looked painted across his cheeks. “You can’t say that! Especially not when you’re--you’re--”

“Betrothed? I think it’s the perfect time to say something like that. Merlin knows I won’t have any fun after the wedding.” You pretended to mull over that thought, even though you’d spent the past week worrying about just that. “Probably not during the wedding, either. My mother will plan the whole thing, using the groom’s money, of course, which means it will manage to be simultaneously extravagant and dull. Maybe I’ll invite those twin brothers of yours to make things more exciting. Don’t worry, you can come, too.”

Percy shook his head. His cheeks were slowly returning to their normal shade of pale. You could see his freckles again. “I’ll have to decline.” Puffing his chest slightly, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “I’ll be working in the Ministry by then.”

He was looking for your approval, so you shook your head and sarcastically said, “Of course you will.” You checked your watch, eyed the cauldron, and dropped one last piece of Valerian root into it. The potion turned a pale pink.

You expected to hear a sigh of relief from Percy at the success, but instead, he said, “I will be in the Ministry.” He scowled as he ladled the potion into a flask to hand to Professor Snape.

The bell rang. You slid your textbook into your bag and stood. “And I’ll be the Minister of Magic.”

With that, you left the classroom, hoping Percy wasn’t as hurt as he’d looked. He started it. He didn’t have to rub his future in my face after I just admitted to having no future.

Even so, you felt off for the rest of the day. You bit back with more venom at your friends, you completed classes with a frown, and you snapped every time you heard someone gossiping about you. The mix of anger and guilt and anxiety only grew as the afternoon turned into evening, and it was time for you to do your duties as a prefect.

You knew who you would find waiting for you outside your common room.

Percy Weasley stuck out like a sore thumb in the dungeons. Sometimes you’d come out and make some teasing remark about that, but tonight you only nodded at him and began to walk.

Percy matched your pace. The air between you two was uncomfortable, the silence uneasy. You were climbing a set of stairs when Percy broke it. “Well,” he said, staring straight ahead, “are you going to apologize?”

“Why should I apologize? You’re the one who had to rub it in my face.”

Percy stopped in his tracks. “You’re not in the right here.”

You stopped too, crossing your arms and staring at him, fire brewing in your chest. Your fingers itched to grab your wand and hex him, to finally make him be quiet about his grand plans for the future. “Yes, I am. You’re not.”

Percy took a step forward. “All you Slytherins do is make fun of people for having goals. You’re supposed to be ambitious. You’re supposed to understand.”

You laughed. “We’re not the only ones making fun of you. Your brothers do it more than the rest of us combined.” He shifted his weight between his feet, but before he could speak, you said, “I don’t have a problem with your goals.”

He closed his mouth, watching curiously as you continued. Was that a glimmer of hope behind his glasses?

“I have a problem with your timing. You didn’t have to bring it up then. Not after...after I told you about what I’m doing.”

Any peace that might have been building was squashed.

Percy spun on his heel and began marching away. “I was hoping it would make you realize that you don’t have to settle for that.”

You glared and stormed after him. Grabbing his robes and pulling him back, you snarled, “You think I want to do this? I’d rather snap my wand!”

His eyes locked on yours. “So do something about it! You’re ambitious! You’re capable! You’re a Slytherin!”

And just like that, you were pulling him even closer, and your lips met in a clash of wills. His hands went to your waist. You didn’t realize you were backing up until you felt the stone wall behind you. Your heart beat furiously. One of your hands went to Percy’s face, felt the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, then moved into his hair, pulling on his red curls. He kissed you harder.

Maybe that git Percy Weasley had a point.

You were a Slytherin, after all. You could figure something out.

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