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pinkcannibal · 11 months

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Could I request a Marilyn Thornhill x Reader, where reader is having a really terrible day because a series of horrible stuff keeps happening to Reader (For example reader's class work goes mising, her friend stands her up, something spills on reader's outfit and so on). Reader just ends up hiding in her room for the rest of the day. Marilyn notices that reader is missing, she goes to check on reader. Reader kind of jokes that she might be curse and that Marilyn should avoid her. Of course Marilyn doesn't like hearing that. So she does what she can to help reader feel better (I'll leave what kind of relationship Reader and Marilyn have up to you).

a/n so sorry for the wait! i promise im not ignoring requests just needing to find time to write them :) just wanna say as per most of my fics or requests reader is a student and 20. for this prompt its pre relationship. if you’re familiar with my writing i write marilyn not as laurel gates, but having laurel gates uhhh tendencies? so if requested otherwise that's her characterisation, i do also write for canon laurel gates!

title: it'll all work out

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader

tw/warnings: none kinda! just fluff, comfort, and mild panic attacks

summary: you can't cope with the intense wave of what the day throws at you, skyrocketing you into anxiety. and taking comfort in miss thornhill is the only thing that brings you back down

word count: 2160

requests: open!

It starts out like this.

This morning, you slept through your alarm and were late for your Wiccan History class; so late you may as well not have showed up. And no attempt of explaining your situation stopped you from being handed a detention slip from your teacher- your ears burned in embarrassment at the action.

Then, two hours later, Wednesday made a seemingly inoffensive comment about your class work during a dissection and it was the way she said it that made you feel like all your hard work was actually unintelligent, uninspiring, and not worth handing in. And to top it all off, on the way to lunch, a tall, imposing fur accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your phone; cracking it right down the middle and making tears burn behind your eyelids when you picked it up because today sucks and nothing’s gone right and it times like this you wonder why you ever enrolled in this academy in the first place.

Then it all comes fucking crashing down because when you finally, finally make it to your table, Enid reaches across the way with all her usual exuberance and excitement because her girlfriend Wednesday sits down across from her and she-

Enid gasps, eyes wide and panicked as her thermos filled with hot coffee pours over the table and across to you. It soaks the class notes you were working on, just melting the ink of 4000 words from Botony class that you were slaving over and you immediately jump up, lips parting in shock as you move back from the liquid.

But it scalds your uniform, your skirt, and barely misses your thighs and you don’t even realise your eyes are being overcome with fresh tears until Enid exclaims.

“Oh my god I’m so so sorry!” Enid rushes out, reaching out and picking up her thermos before it can go any further. Wednesday next to her widens her eyes, shuffling over slightly as it drips through the cracks in the table.

You snap out of your shock, making a noise of panicked frustration.

“No, no no no shit-” You hiss, picking up the ruined essay and immediately dropping it at the temperature. But the damage is done, and you make this tiny noise that sounds like a pained whimper when you squeeze your eyes shut and run your hands through your hair, resigning to all that work being ruined. You bite your lip, so hard you want to taste blood.

Enid, wide eyed and apologetic, looks like a kicked puppy at the mess she accidentally caused. “I-I am so sorry. Seriously, I was just-”

A tear falls down your cheek. Fuck, could this day get worse?

“It’s o-okay, Enid, you didn’t mean to.” You breathe out, trying to reign in your distraught panic attack that’s looming. The rest of the table, Yoko and Divina, look at you with matching pitying looks. You flush and gather your things, unable to stomach their concern that feels like acid in your belly.

“Um, look, I’ll see you guys later?” You rush to say, breath becoming laboured. “I just, I n-need to-”

“Hey,” Yoko softly interjects. “Really, it’s okay, do you want one of us to come with you?”

You shake your head, clutching your laptop and ruined notes that don’t matter anymore to your heaving chest. “No,” You blurt, pressing your lips together apologetically, then retrying. “No, I’m okay. I’ll um, I’ll see you guys at recess.”

You leave quickly, the anxiety building and building so quickly you feel like you’re going to cry if someone so much as touches you. Your throat bobs on a sob wanting to escape, and you rush to your dorm and on the way scrunch up the essay in your hands and throw it in a nearby trash can and so distracted by your impending panic you don’t look up until it’s too late.

You bump hard into someone, gasping and losing your footing immediately. You don’t hit the ground or fall, because two warm, comforting hands are righting you at your biceps and steadying your feet. “Fuck, sorry I-”

When you look up, you blush, because-

“Oh dear, are you okay?” Miss Thornhill breathes out, startled by the bump but covering it up with a polite smile that has your knees just, instantly weak. She’s wearing that green coat and red boots; she smells like the earth and rain and something so comforting you warm.

Her hands haven’t left your arms and you feel even more unsteady and now because she’s here you feel like crying all over again.

“Are you okay, honey?” She says, this little concerned furrow of her brows thrown your way and you part your lips trying to say something, but your eyes are glassy with tears and she called you honey, and you feel all melty and gooey inside.

“Gosh,” She says, righting her glasses from the knock and softly chuckling. “I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry, you just came out of no-”

“I-I’m okay,” You say softly, shifting on your feet. You watch Marilyn tilt her head worriedly at your shaking voice, and almost as if realising her touch, she delicately removes her hands, placing them in her coat pockets instead. You blush with how much you want them back on you.

“Sorry,” You smile back slightly, clearing your throat. “I didn’t see you either. I’m just...super late for my next class.”

You try and lie to save face, because you’re three seconds away from bawling your eyes out, but Miss Thornhill does this adorable scrunch of her nose, checking the inside of her wrist for her watch as she frowns.

“Is that so?” She chuckles out endearingly, looking back up to you and sending you a raised eyebrow. “Your next class is mine, funny enough. If anything, you’re half an hour early.”

“Oh,” You blush, stuttering as you realise the hole you dug. Marilyn sends you an amused look as you flounder. Then everything just- falls into you. The detention. Wednesday’s comment. Your phone. Your essay. The anxiety. And how just one concerned look from Miss Thornhill has you feeling like splitting at the seams.

“I-I uh, must have gotten my timetable mixed up?” Then you sniff and bring your blazer sleeve up to your nose, shutting your eyes in mortification as your throat bobs and you whine on a cry. “Shit, s-sorry I just- I can’t-”

“Oh, dear.” Marilyn breathes out in sympathy, watching you crumble inside of yourself and choke on a cry that bubbles past your lips. You can’t look at her, wiping at your eyes in frustration as you cry in the middle of the hall to the other woman like some pathetic child.

“Sweetie,” She says softly, full of so much care and concern that you look up and flush red at how her hazel eyes are the most gentle you’ve ever seen them.

Then she’s placing her hand at the small of your back, hushing you sweetly. “Are you okay?” She says kindly.

You bite your lip, swallowing thickly as more tears escape. You shake your head, too vulnerable for words as you tighten your laptop and books in your grip against your stomach.

Marilyn notices the reaction, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

“Okay, you’re okay,” She says, coaxing and warm, and your neck goes red at the tone. “Do you want to talk about it? We can go to my classroom, it’s nice and quiet there, would that be okay?”

The way she asks for your consent, how loving she sounds, sends you into a space you feel dizzy in. You nod softly, doe eyes looking up through your wet eyelashes to her. “I...Yes, please.” You breathe out, filled with so much relief your heart aches, pooling and pooling when her hand rubs in soothing circles to your lower back – something that sends shivers up your spine.

Miss Thornhill makes you chamomile tea from her own garden in the conservatory, and when she hands it to you her fingers brush yours and you feel unsteady again and the tears are back then she says “You’re safe here, nothing can hurt you, sweetie. Are you okay? What happened?” and it spills from your lips like water.

At the end of it all, Marilyn is giving you this tender look, like she’s yearning to fix everything that’s wrong; and your hands are tight around the tea mug from where you sit perched on one of the desks, shaking as you stutter and speak through your tears.

“And then Enid, she-” You whine, a frustrated noise leaving your lips at the memory as you screw your eyes shut. “She spilled coffee on my essay for your class and it was already late because you were nice enough to give me an extension but now it’s ruined and I feel like I keep fucking up and just-”

“Darling,” Miss Thornhill interjects softly, stepping forwards and ducking her head slightly to catch your gaze. Darling. Darling. You feel your lower belly swarm with need at the term as you blink back at her in bashfulness. The other woman then gently unwraps your hands from around the scalding tea and places it beside you.

Instead, she takes them in her own, rubbing softly and gently into your palms as your breath hitches and cheeks warm.

“Shh. It’s okay. Take a deep breath for me, okay?” She says warmly, and you instantly copy her as your eyes flick down to her chest, rising with a breath that calms you instantly.

“That’s it, good job, honey.” Marilyn smiles kindly to you, and the soft praise has your throat drying and stomach flipping as you look back up and bite your lip.

“I’m so sorry that happened,” She murmurs sincerely, eyes so genuine and kind behind her glasses that you almost forget how close she is right now. She’s almost between your legs with how she holds you, and your chest picks up at the thought. “That sounds like an awful, terrible day, sweetheart.”

Oh. Okay. You’re floating now, you’re sure of it.

“Yeah,” You breathe out, shifting in your spot, earnestly trying to get impossibly closer to her. If Marilyn notices, she doesn’t comment, but she dosen’t move away. “It was.”

You wince then, groaning and blushing when you remember. “And I’m really, really sorry about the essay. I can get it finished tomorrow if I-”

Miss Thornhill snorts, shaking her head in amusement at you and fixing her glasses. “Oh gosh, that’s hilarious if you think I’m worried about that.”

You widen your eyes, tilting your head. “What?” You stammer. “But, it’s worth like, twenty percent and I’m already two weeks late.” You stress. Marilyn squeezes to your hands, softening at your words.

“There is no way I’m making you redo it after the day you’ve had, okay sweetie?”

You part your lips, heart so heavy with love for her it stuns you. And you don’t really know what to do other than feel tears well in your eyes again, and suddenly your chest goes weightless and you dart forwards, wrapping Miss Thornhill in a hug, arms slinging over her shoulders.

It forces her so close to you, you almost pull back as you feel her front pressed between your legs and brushing up against your thighs - and before you can die of embarrassment at how needy for her affection you feel, Miss Thornhill is making this noise of surprise at your action, a tender “Oh,” leaving her lips that feels like cotton candy inside your lungs.

But then her arms are wrapping back around you.

You feel her breath hitch as you bury into the soft spot of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and holding tight. Marilyn holds back, hands soothing up and down your back as you cling to her.

“It’s okay,” She coos, next to your ear and making you melt.

“You’re okay.” Marilyn says softly. “I’m here.”

#marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #wednesday netflix #reader fic #laurel gates x reader #laurel gates #fanfic #reader insert #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #christina ricci

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hurtcomfortficstilltheend · 1 year

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Mateine is the new caffeine

Wednesday Addams x gn! argentinian! Reader

Summary: Wednesday tries mate for the first time, by the hand of her partner, Reader.

Warnings: None! Only fluff! There is no use of "(Y/N)".

If you are not argentinian or southamerican, I explain the whole "mate" thing at the end. You just need to know that it's a very popular (non alcoholic) social drink in some countries in Latin America.

(Also, you don't need to be latinamerican to read this ofc)

A/N: Very self indulgent as always ;D Soft!Wednesday ahead!

Word Count: 1178

Your eyes were locked to the screen of your tiny laptop, your fingertips tapping incessantly on the keyboard, and your headphones on tight, blasting Brahms' second symphony. You had left a super important essay for the last minute (you were upset but not surprised), and now you were fighting against the clock to finish it on time for the first lesson tomorrow morning. Or today.

After a quick wrist watch check- 3:54. Great. For the first lesson today then.

Your hand reaches instinctively for your hot water flask and serves another mate. You reread the last paragraph written on the open docs while sipping the lukewarm beverage. You swallow the liquid with a slight wince and keep writing.

You had once been ashamed that it took this amount of different sourced input to get anything school related done, but after some time, you just accepted that mateine, loud instrumental music, and leg bouncing was your only way, and that was okay.

Once you reread the whole thing again (and whisper a prayer to any coherence-and-cohesion god out there), you adjust the format of the document and send it to print in the principal’s office. Very proud of yourself for actually finishing it on time, you pick up your mate set to remake, get up with a jump and turn around-

-to find Wednesday standing right behind you, staring at you like you owe her something. As expected, you let out a squeak and accidentally drop the mate on the wooden floor. You hold on to the thermos like a lifeline, fully opened eyes pointing to the floor and then up to your girlfriend again.

“Mierda. Carajo.” Wednesday just stands there unmoving, as you throw yourself to the floor to pick up the yerba mess. The plant stains very bad, very quickly, so you end up (once again) in a rush against time itself to get some wet tissue paper and scrub the floor before it is too late.

Now, with the headphones resting uncomfortably on your neck and the floor as-clean-as-it's-gonna-get, you take a deep breath and stand in front of the waiting girl. “Hi” After a beat, you lean closer to her and plant a small kiss on her cheek for good measure.

She blinks once, and you understand that’s her way of greeting. “What is that?” With a subtle head movement she points to the mate set now resting undone on your desk.

“That’s the mate set my dad brought me from Argentina for parents’ weekend. The super cool gift I told you about?” It doesn’t seem to ring a bell. “Come on, I’ll show you how to make the best mates ever”

“Do you even know what time it is?” She asks with a slightly arched eyebrow.

“I have no forking idea, now come on” You guide her to your bathroom, and your makeshift kitchen counter.

“You have to put cold water first, so the leaves don’t burn, and then pour the hot water on the little hole we made” You guide Wednesday through the steps until you are only left with the last one.

“So, I’ll do this, so you don’t gross out too much” You take the first two sips through the straw and immediately spit it out in the sink. She makes no comment, and both of you head out to your bed. The sun is starting to come up.

You get comfortable on top of your quilt and so does Wednesday. You pour the first mate and drink it yourself as an act of mercy. “What brings you here, by the way?”

“I was planning on silently watching you sleep until you woke up, so then we could go to class together, but I see you haven’t slept at all” She says matter of factly. You hand her the mate, but she doesn’t take it, as if waiting for instructions.

“Just try it out, if you don’t like it, no worries. It tastes bitter and it might be too hot, so be careful” She goes to grab it with both hands and you giggle, rambling about an ongoing joke in your family, of newbies using the bombilla as a gearshift.

You get yourself into the rabbit hole that is explaining the social rules of mate in gatherings, and how some people from Argentina and Uruguay drink it as often as coffee, or even more. You fail to notice your girlfriend’s face starting to morph into a frown. When you look up you feel like you messed up big time.

“Oh god, you hate it. Let me get you some water. Do you want toothpaste?, I have som-” as you’re standing up to get a glass, you are stopped by Wednesday softly grabbing your wrist. Her eyes glint with something as close to fascination as you’ve seen on her.

“It’s… magnificent. There is not a trail of sweetness, I could even guarantee it’s as bitter as my dark and cold soul” You can’t stop the huge and shining smile that takes over your face.

“So you like it?!” You pour yourself a mate and drink it before leaving the set in your nightstand and jumping up from your bed. “I’m so excited! I haven’t asked principal weems if I can take it to class, but I bet she will have no problem! My mom used to tell me that a good mate is the best companion for studying, it’s been so long since I’ve shared mate with someone!”

A small smile starts to creep its way onto Wednesday’s face when seeing you so excited about your culture. She turns to look at your direction, still sitting on the edge of your bed. “You are clearly sleep deprived, and I’m certain this drink is going to trigger an insomnia episode if you remain drinking it at such ungodly hours, but-”

“You’re gonna be my mate buddy?!”

“It’s whatever.” You can almost see a blush covering her cheeks. Almost. “Now, breakfast starts in five minutes, so get ready if you wish to be there on time. And don’t think you’re about to get away with an all-nighter. After lunch you’re getting rest willingly, or I’ll make you”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand her the basket with the set inside. “So bossy..” You give her another peck on the cheek and change into your school uniform in a flash.

Bonus:

Enid finds you and Wednesday sharing mates at the library a few days later, and after insisting that she’s gonna surely love it, she pulls such a grimace when the drink touches her tongue that you almost feel offended.

You appear the next day with two different sets: one of mate, for you and your girlfriend; and one of tereré for Enid. Your friend likes the sweet and cold version so much better, and from then on asks you very often to prepare it for her.

You also show them and the gang the wonders of dulce de leche, Rogel cake, and every single argentinian tea time good you can get your hands on.

A/N: I totally devoured the series, and I'm obsessed, so expect more of Wednesday to come. Comments are greatly appreciated as always, I want to know what you think!

About the "Mate" depicted in this fic: It's a weird kind of infusion (here's a pic for reference)

that seems to be prepared backwards (you have a cup with the herb -yerba mate- to which you pour hot water, opposite from tea I guess), you have to sip through that metal straw -called bombilla- that has a filter, and it's usually drunk in groups or social events, or as a way to replace the caffeine that coffee may provide. It's highly energetic and bitter, although some people add sugar or sweeteners to taste.

The first mate is usually the most bitter one, cause it's filled with the dust of the yerba, so drinking the first mate yourself can sometimes be an act of heroism lol.

I also mentioned "Tereré", which is similar, but (where I live) only drunk in hot weather. It's prepared with cold juice instead of hot water and it's definitely less bitter.

Yerba mate also stains like a bitch, even linolium floors, so if you are to spill some, you have to clean it up quickly before it dries.

By the way, we use mate(s) as a countable AND uncountable noun, so don't come at me about grammar please hahdghfkv

I hope you liked this crash course of mates!

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #self insert #wednesday x latinx!reader #gn!reader #mate #latinoamérica #argentina #merlina addams #merlina x reader #the first part based lowkey in my possible adhd??#that is the only way i can write essays #wrote this listening to brahms #:)

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literally-noone83 · 1 year

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A Wish to Stay this Close Forever

Justin Russo × Fem!reader

Word count: 1k ish

Warnings: None! Just fluff, essentially comfort fic after a long day.

Author's note: Sup losers. Kinda have a current fixation on wowp, and I realised it's kinda dry on tumblr fics in the wowp fandom. So I'm going to fix that. Yes this is about Justin, No idc if you don't like him, this is my blog. Have a nice day <3

The day was long and arduous. The sun hung low and the streets of Waverly place was lessened with people. Day stores were closing, some waving your way in nice greetings from a familiar face, others were just opening for the night noise.

You've walked this path more times you can count. Passing the small park you used to spend time chasing the Russo kids as a child; giggles echoe distantly. It was also emptied.

The school bag weighed on your shoulders. Heavier and heavier by the minute. Years of high school, carrying these books so many times walking with Justin and Alex. Running early in the morning rush, accidentally slept in, as did poor Justin enduring the consequences of indulging your antics and studying late at night. You walked by one of his study post cards still wedged in a bring wall from when he dropped his stack in attempt to revise on the way. It was stained and dirtied now.

The sub station came into view, it's front door signed "closed". Pushing through the doors, you were gladly met with Thereasa cleaning, "We're closed!" her stern voice rang only to switch at your appearance, "Oh, hey sweetie." You gave her a meek smile. Your sluggish step, your wordless greeting, Theresa has known you nearly as long as she's raised her own kids, instantly she knew and awed at your tired state. She stopped mopping momentarily, "he's upstairs on the couch, preparing for his essay competition."

You pulled a thumbs up gratefully. Heading towards the twirling stairs, Max came down.

"Y/n! just the cool person I needed to talk to. I was thinking of a new sandwich name for my triple bacon, fudge-" you interrupted his ramble with a affectionate ruffle of his head, before moving up the stairs right past him.

You heard his mother explain 'she's tired, Mijo, she'll talk to you later'.

Up and up, your mind was blank. Drained of all energy from the afternoon classes you took. Today was particularly harder, and all that remained lingering in your head was the thought of resting with him.

Heavier feet sounded before you, and as you guessed it was Jerry. He was always sweet, just like Theresa, they posed as second parents to you really. And instinctively he asked, "What's going on with you kiddo? looking a bit flat." You hummed at him and he smiled sympathetically. He knew, just like his wife. And he let you pass without a fuss. "He's in the kitchen, but watch out him and Alex might be arguing."

You let out a small breathy chuckle, because of course they would be.

The door seemed so far away. Reaching it felt like touching gold, twisting the knob and pulling it open. The gust of air brushed your face, inhaling the smell of familiarity and warmth inside this apartment, this home you've visited and at times practically lived in for years.

Alex's muffled voice became clear. The snarkiness starkly interwoven in her speech, the certain type of sadistically yet playful jeer in her tone that you knew all too well, but you supposed Justin who typically lay victim knew it best.

His back was towards you. Sat on the couch with all his text books laid open, pens and highlighter all over the table top with balls of scrunched up 'failed' or 'flawed' attempts at his perfect essay on the floor. You could hear his voice but not his words, noticing the way he gestured hands at Alex as he normally did when irritated by her; arguing with a pen in his hands, dancing between narrowing his eyes at her or hunchinh over his piece of paper.

Zeroing in on his presence, a beacon of a safe haven, a long overdue surrender into comfort, your aching shoulders dropped in its true exhaustion. Slipping your bag off your back, it fell with a thud. It caught the Russos attention, only moments before.

"Well you can stop whining, your girlfriend is here." Alex said.

"What? I dont have-"

Justin could only assume Alex was either referring to Harper, Zeke or- suddenly, Justin felt hands snake around his torso firmly, gentle hands he unmistakeably knew was your's. He felt your body laid against his, leaning into his frame; face pressed into his upper back, chest against his lower as your arms after a quick squeeze loosened into a comfortable hold. Face surely smushed, hair in a disarray, your exasperated breath heated a spot on his skin.

All at once, it was like all muscle tension released. Every bad thought expelled. And ounce of strength that upkept her stature, fell away, and he could feel you slowly sink into him.

Turning his head to the side, trying to see your face, he asked "Hey when did you get here?"

You hummed, before mustering up a few words. "It's me, not zeke."

You heard Alex's giggle burst out—your reliable audience member to every Justin tease you gave.

You felt him snap his head, surely glaring towards his little sister before rolling his eyes at you.

"Still so funny after a full day's work huh," he commented and you smiled against the felt of his plaid shirt. "Just for you," you mumbled and Alex was quick to gag in the background.

"Well you two lovebirds have fun. Enjoy your Justin Hug day, Y/n." Her teasing voice wafted away along with her clicking heels up to her room. Justin seethed at her suggestiveness, only for her to wave before the sound of her door slamming shut.

"She's insufferable."

"You don't mean that."

"Whatever..."

Letting silence prevail, you imagined he resumed his study, his dedication at work. However, his hand had glided over your arms comfortingly. Soothing you with one hand, his soft fingertips trailed up over your knuckles, intertwining fingers gently.

He whispered, "Long day?"

"Yea..." you responded just as softly.

"Mrs Thompson rowdy like before?"

"Just the usual."

He hummed.

"You ok?"

You paused, and your silence made him tilt his head to the side in worry, gently egging on your words.

"...tired." your voice grew smaller.

Justin waited for a moment. "Want to talk about it?" he asked seriously but you didn't answer. Instead he felt your face shift against his shoulder blade as you shook your head for 'no'. He knew it wasn't the time. And so he breathed out an 'ok', squeezing your hand in reassurance that it's alright, it can wait. 'You can rest'.

Situations like this with Justin happened occasionally.

Ever since you were little kids, maybe it was due to age or the fact you made a particularly closer connection to Justin first, but when you were mad, sad or scared you always gravitated to the little boy. And vice versa. There was photos Mr and Mrs Russo kept of you and Justin holding hands whenever you were in a crying fit or Justin was petrified from little things like a bug crossing the pavement.

Continued to stay attached to the hip, while childish affections like that dialed down growing up, high school was vastly different. Years of venturing their own paths while still knowing each other, some things just got a little too difficult to handle on their own. It took a few pivotal moments of breakdowns unintentionally witnessed and relationship dilemmas to evoke the necessity of simple hug. There was solace they could only find in each others company which they realised they subconsciously needed.

And so, on the days things were getting a little too overwhelming or tiresome, they sought the other out. The rest of the family caught on; Theresa thought it was adorable, reminiscent on younger days, while after overcoming the initial stage of embarrassment, Alex and Max enjoyed teasing the two about it. At the sight of a tired Justin or Y/n, they were directed to the other. Alex would frequently hush an angered Justin with a 'looks like someone needs a Y/n-huggy' or Max, when he could, would bombard the two with a thrid-wheeling cuddle.

You indulged the two, teasingly embracing the angered Russo for a laugh, or moving to squeeze the youngest with an indulgent hug as asked. Justin was also too flushed in the face annoyed by them to do otherwise.

But on this rare occasion, they were left alone. And you thanked the wizarding Gods for it, because today... you really needed it.

On the rarest occasion, you noted, Justin's right hand never left yours. Instead of letting go and busying himself with the luxury of both hands, he held yours, settling for just one as he worked. Nonchalantly rubbing his thumb over your skin, he soothed your thoughts.

The constant action made your heart soar un-admittedly, causing you to bury your face into his shirt even more.

He stopped his movements and small minstrations, "Do you want to go to bed? I'm going to be here for a while so-"

"No no, please. I'll stop moving, I promise."

"Y/n, are you sure?"

"I promise," you affirmed.

Staring down at your hands that momentarily grew a little tighter in persistence, an irresistible smile slipped onto his lips. Silently glad thay you didn't want to leave him just yet.

Because he didn't want you to leave either.

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deafeningmoontragedy · 2 years

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Pep Rally

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Girlfriend Reader, plus size of course cuz we don't know anything else and we plussize girlies need some recognition x

Warnings: Smut!!! public sex, clitorial stimulation (Ooh proper) nude photogaphy, dirty talking

Summary: Eddie recieves a little naughty photograph and has to do something about it.

AN: short but yall seem to be loving smut so i obviously had to treat ya. Also i have a such long list with different prompts so i decided to combine two of em!

❗️What do yall think of the idea of me posting the prompts and yall can comment which ones u wanna hear ill tick them off one by one :)❗️comment what you think!!

Check out my other works!

So I obviously have a whole list of prompts for fics and there are SO MANY so I decided to combine two of them :)

Eddie slipped his jacket over his shoulders, fixing his hair in the mirror and checking his teeth looked clean before walking out the door and locking it behind him.

You’d slept the night but had a class before English, which you both sat in, so you’d slipped out in the early hours of the morning.

But within the three hours you had accidentally woken up early you got bored. A wicked idea came to mind and you completed your plan. Slipping a fresh Polaroid into the notebook in Eddie's bag.

You sat at your desk as Eddie walked in, only a minute before class started. Not having time to talk to you he gave you a quick peck on the lips and sat down next to you. Placing his bag on the floor and getting comfortable in the hard wooden chair connecting to his desk.

“Good morning, I’m just going to dive right in to it, if you would be so kind as to take your notebooks out and continue with the essay of what classified as a classic and what characteristics a classic has” Ms O'Donnell sounded at the front of the class, a tight smile as her stern voice instructed the class.

You flipped your notebook open, pretending to read the words as you watched Eddie out of the corner of your eye.

He placed his notebook on the table and opened it, immediately closing it again after seeing the Polaroid concealed within the pages. He looked around to make sure no one noticed the photo and gave you a high brows stunned look.

He cowered at his desk and sunk down, slipping the polaroid out and admiring it under the table.

His eyes came in contact with your round rolls, plush thighs and concealed breasts, covered by his very own sweetheart, his black and red guitar resting between your thighs, the neck of the guitar held loosely with your round hands. You stuck your tongue out with a patronising smile as your other hand snaked into your hair.

He let out a cough and once again looked up to see no one noticing him staring at his very naked girlfriend in class.

He moved uncomfortably in his seat, looking for some release against his cock now prominently hard. You flashed him a wicked grin as you focused your eyes on the scribbled words in front of you. He cleared his throat, reluctantly tucking the Polaroid away in his Jean jacket pocket as Ms O'Donnell gave him a scowl for not concentrating.

The class passed by, only a few words written on his page as you had a whole essay. “Well we’re ending early today for this pep rally, so outside, football field everyone” Ms O'Donnell broke the silence of the class as everybody scrambled out the door and into the halls.

You walked out the door, a strong hand grasping onto your wrist “You little minx!” You giggled at your boyfriend as you walked through the hall. “When did you do this?” He asked stunned “this morning, when you were asleep. You like it?” You chuckled with a wide grin.

“Do i?!” Eddie asked, you chuckled at his dramatics. “Ugh it's 10 am and I still look like a total corpse!” Robin complained as she walked up to the two of you wearing her band uniform. Eddie's arm wrapped around your waist placed on your hip. You chuckled at her “come on you look great!” “Ugh and they positioned me next to Vickie!” she continued as she led you out of the building and down the asphalt path “Good! Then you can woo her” you told her “Yeah even give her a dirty pic, like th-” Eddie started smirking as he took the photo up to show her “No!” you tackled him, ripping the plastic out of his hand as he stumbled backwards grinning “You know what, I'm keeping this” you said as you straightened your shirt.

“No no no! Gimme that” he snatched it back out of your hand as Robin watched you expectantly. You cleared your throat “Anyway, listen you're gonna do great” you reassured her “Yeah yeah, where you guys gonna sit anyway?” she asked. You were about to answer her before Eddie interjected “Actually, we're just gonna take a quick detour” he grinned down at you “God” Robin groaned “Steve!” she shouted as she saw his hair flopping around, hand in hand with some blonde girl. She ran off to find out why her graduated friend was at her school.

“Ooh where are we going then?” you asked, kissing him as you continued walking down to the open field. “I was thinking, bleachers” he smirked at you, you looked around and whispered “Eddie well get caught!” “Not unless you're really really quiet” he quirked his eyebrow as he ducked under the bleachers, his hand enclosed with yours leading you along the seats filling up.

As soon as he got to the wall separating the yellow bleachers from the next section of green he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he sunk his lips into yours. You pushed away from him “Eddie someones gonna bend down and see us” you whispered “So? Let them watch” he smirked “Either way, gotta get you back for the naughty little polaroid” he looked down at you as you giggled “my two best girls” you cringed “Ugh Eddie you know I hate when you refer to it as a person, it's just a guitar” “First of all, how dare you? Second of all” he interlocked his lips with yours again and pulled back with a sound “That's why I do it” he grinned against your lips.

“Now” he placed his hands on your hips and spun you around. Stood leant against the wall he slipped his hands under your oversized t-shirt and unbuttoned your straight black jeans. “Dude, someone is seriously going to see us” you said as he awkwardly snaked his hand past your stomach and under your panties.

“Jesus christ” he gasped as his middle finger collected your juices to bring up to your clit as lube “Shut up its just discharge” you snarked “Babe I know what normal discharge feels like, this is not it” he chuckled as he began rubbing small circles in to your jewel. You sighed as your head fell on to his shoulder and you closed your eyes.

Eddie's hot breath tickled your ear as he began his usual ritual of dirty talk to help you find your release. “Just wait until we get home, you're gonna be pouncing on me the second we get in the door” you groaned “just can't wait to kiss and leave my mark all up those beautiful thighs of yours.” you imagined his description as he went back down to you hole collecting more of you to bring back up. His fingers move smoothly over your clit, almost over stimulating as he moves in circles.

You felt his hard cock pressed against you lightly, in response you forced your hips into his, earning a groan from your boyfriend towering over you. “I'll please you just as I am right now and hear your sweet little sounds youre fighting so hard to bite back” he continues “And slam into you from behind with your hands handcuffed behind your back, pulling your hair and hitting that spot that makes you scream.” You couldn't help but moan slightly at his words as he pressed his middle finger hard against you moving in the same circles.

Your orgasm came quick, the mix of his sweet talk, his fingers working you so experienced knowing exactly how to treat you and the fear but almost longing of being caught. Before you realised it you were clenching your thighs together for dear life and shaking as a heavy orgasm washed over you. Breathing heavily you leaned against the tall scrawny man behind you sighing with satisfaction.

Eddie chuckled at how quickly he had gotten you to come and finally slowed his movements to a halt. He slipped his hand out of your jeans and you stood up, sucked yourself in and buttoned them again. “Well that was” you breathed “Fun” you fixed your shirt to lay over your stomach “Yes it was, just you wait till after this stupid pep rally” he grinned as he kissed you.

You sunk in to him as he wrapped his arms around you kissing your forehead. “Let's get back before anyone misses us” he said as he stood up straight “Yeah sure, everyone misses the freaks” you joked as took a step “Actually maybe just gimme a minute” you said exasperatedly, Eddie chuckled as you held a finger up and leaned against the wall.

“Whoo ok” you phewed and stood up again. You made your way out and held Eddie's hand as you led him past students to the top row where Steve had saved two seats. You plopped down between Dustin, Mike and Max on your left, Eddie, Steve, his date and Nancy on your right.

“What took you so long we've been fighting people off here?” you heard Steve whisper to eddie “Just” he coughed “got caught up” he grinned as steve rolled his eyes.

You spotted Robin and gave her a thumbs up with a bright smile. She took her lips off her trumpet and stuck out her tongue, quickly realising it was not the right thing to do at such a time she reconnected herself with the instrument and nodded with the music to find her pace.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie my beloved #stranger things 4 #stranger things netflix #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #headcons #eddie munson has adhd #eddie munson smut

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worlds-silliest-specimen · 7 months

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school tips

hi i almost had a panic attack yesterday worrying about school so heres some tips and motivation under the cut so you dont end up like me

1: activities will help your social life but dont force yourself to do anything you dont want to just to make friends. always consider the actual activity before you consider the social aspect! this has saved me a lot of stress

2: never force yourself to do something when you dont think you can. i had a slideshow project due at the end of today and i planned on doing it last night but i ended up sitting there, overwhelmed, crying at the title slide for 30 minutes. i only started working once i told myself that progress is progress. i only did about one and a half slides, but i ended up getting it done in time anyway, just after i slept.

3: starting a big project is the hardest part. this ties directly into the last one. progress is progress, once you get going its a lot easier to keep going

4: let yourself take some dang breaks. you dont have to have straight As and a perfect gpa. sometimes you just have to sit in class and play tetris when you have free time. its fine not to be motivated all the time as long as you dont procrastinate. sometimes you do need to make yourself do something, but sometimes you dont. use your judgement

5: dont! compare! yourself! to others! …EVER!!! comparison is evil!!!! people will literally just be better than you at some things and its FINE and NATURAL. my best friend is an academic beast and does amazing at all her extracurriculars, but she cant draw or write or speak or craft like i can. its fine to have a different skill set than others, even if yours doesnt align academically. having different talents is natural, school is not. we invented school. remember that.

6: you dont have to look great every day. this seems like a no brainer but personally, i had a period where i was pretty insecure about how i looked at school and this wouldve been helpful to hear. of course hygiene is crazy important like keep that up but you dont need to have stunning outfits or makeup (having makeup on at school is actually lowkey annoying to me cuz i always accidentally rub it off 😭) or amazing hair it literally does not matter. do whats most important to you. if expressing yourself through your looks helps you get through school, do it! if its more important for you to focus on other things, thats fine too! i promise nobody cares

7: grades only matter to a certain extent. having a C in a class is literally so fine. as long as youre not failing, its not worth losing sleep over

8: dont hate ur teachers lmao. my math teacher annoys me so much but math class got so much easier once i stopped focusing on that

9: make a school playlist. do it.

10: do what you need to to focus! if you need to listen to music or doodle or use fidget toys or anything like that dont be embarrassed. people will understand

11: allow yourself time to do things that make you happy outside of school! my focus improved so much once i started making my fursuit because i had something to look forward to after school. hobbies really do help your mental state

12: love urself! my dms r always open if you EVERRR need to vent about anything <333 (yes. you. not just my mutuals. literally anyone. im here for ALL yall)

#school #school tips #motivation #school motivation #self love #no judgment #luv u all

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beizhiwendy0318 · 2 years

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Don't be afraid, I'll be here.

ONE SHOT

TOM’S CHARACTER:WILL RANSOME

PAIRING:WILL RANSOME/JO RANSOME

GENRE:DRAMA,HURT/COMFORT,SPANKING,DISCIPLINE FICTION,CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

WARNING:This article deals with the disciplinary spanking of Jo and deviates from the original episode of The Essex Serpent. If you find this unacceptable, please do not open it.

WRITING IN THE FRONT:

Hi,everyone,this is Beizhi Ning.This work I translate my work from Chinese into English.lf l have some bad English usage or wrong grammar,please forgive me and let me know,l will learn and correct it.

Still a big thank you and much love to my dear friend@tomhiddlestonfanfic , whose encouragement gives me a lot of confidence again and again and again, and who l think is the best writer in my heart.❤️💕💞🌸

Please let me know if you like mystory, it means a lot to me.Or ifyou have any better criticisms orsuggestions, just send them to me.Thank you and love you.Ning.❤️❤️❤️❤️

The dark swamp was beyond sight, the girls with heavy crosses around their necks, mumbled a sad eulogy, their palms soaked with dried blood belonging to the goats.

The swamp was bubbling under, but the girls, as if possessed by a demon, walking in groups toward the depths of the water, until they disappeared at the end of the darkness.

Will watched all this on the distant plain, and could not stand by.In this terrifying scene instinctively, he runs desperately toward their part. He needs to save these children, these innocent and frightened by supposed myths, supposed nonexistent evil creatures.

He shuttled through one muddy slope after another, and the mysterious swamp and time race, but until he missed the last girl, he can only hear the girl's last sad murmur.

"Dad，Please help me!!!!"

Will then realized that the familiar voice, which he had failed to catch, was his only daughter, Jo.

"Jo!!!!!"

Will woke up from his nightmare. He was sweating and his hands trembled a little without fully awake.He looked around and saw the Stella sitting by the bed and helping him wipe his sweat.This are Gracie's countless nightmares since his accidental death.

"...Stella."Will pinched his clenched forehead, trying to calm his voice." I had a nightmare again. Where has Jo gone?"

Stella handed a cup of hot water and put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "She went to class with John,and they saw you slept not well today,so she didn't wake you up.what's up?"

Will sighed, and tried to say something, the gate was pounding, and Jonah ran in, seemingly frightened,which like the day that Gracie's body was found.

"Father..."His voice had a broken gong in his voice, but Will heard a clear pathos.

"Jonah, what's wrong?"Will straightened his clothes and stood up to help him when Jonah shook his head, with two frightened, muddy tears streaming down his face." Father, Naomi...For Naomi, she...."

"she...."

"Her dead body....On the shore after the low tide....Has been found."

Naomi's timidity came before him a few days ago, and Will was almost there until the sound of broken porcelain at the door awakened him.

By the time he chased out,the indistinct human was disappeared at the end of the wasteland.

Naomi's funeral was held at the church, the girl who was the target of public criticism a few days ago is now lying in the cold coffin, even the once cold and manic Matthew has shed tears in the sad atmosphere.

Henry became unprecedented depressed, he fainted several times in the eulogy and elegy.The loss of his two daughters in half a month shattered the industrious and simple widower. Will held his hand and said "God is with you", but the fact and the scene in the dream overlap everywhere, and Will's heart was already confused.

He could not imagine whether if one day his two children had suffered the same bad luck as Gracie and Naomi, he could stand idly like the empty Henry at this moment.Or, he might just break down, he thought.

Once again the gray atmosphere of sorrow and horror hangs over the gray town and the funeral ended in that atmosphere.

Will was the last one to leave from the church.He walked alone toward his house in the boundless wasteland, passing by the river as the water rose, and stopped, staring silently at the water for a few seconds, with a long sigh against the waters that had taken too many lives.

The sense of powerlessness and the boundless river in front of him, almost can drown the small him.

For the first time in decades, he had strong doubts about his faith.

He has always believed in and respected the gods.Over the past few decades, God and Essex villagers have used him as a bond, and he replaced God and vowed to protect the entire Essex villager , but he failed to protect his villagers, even just two young girls.

He never believed in snakes.But one after another, the accident took away too many innocent young lives, but also completely destroyed the small town crumbling calm.

Only when the wind by the water stung his cheek did he find himself in tears in his meditation, and he breathed a long breath and decided to give himself more time to think.His wife and children were still waiting for him at home, so he thought.

Until the thin figure in the distance appeared in his vision.In such a cold night, such a thin figure is really too striking and out of place.The cold wind reminded Will that the scene was not a dream, so he tried to focus with tears, and finally restore the clear moment, he once again like the same of a net column on the shore.

The figure is so familiar that even the scene has been played in his mind countless times.

Will lost all his thinking ability in an instant, but his muscular instinct was directly awakened, with countless same scenes in the dream.He almost stumbled in the dark wilderness, even if he almost was dizzy in the fast sprint, but he still could not stop chasing the visible death.

The figure was like summoned by the dark water, until she finally got into the cold, dark water.Will's inner panic is like a concrete transformation into a real big snake, and he seems to feel that in a moment, the so-called giant snake is chasing him at his feet.And he can not escape, a dark confrontation, as long as the snake wants, it can swallow him anytime and anywhere.

Yet he could not not run, because before his limited eyes, the snake's next target, was his daughter.

The sun disappeared into the sky in the last cloud, and a second before the darkness obscured his whole sight, Will finally stepped into the water.He swam desperately in the water until he finally hugged the girl with only the eyes, ears and nose on the water.

The snake at the foot suddenly turned into an ash and disappeared.

The girl's consciousness is awake, her body shivering under the cold water, her closed eyes in constant tears, until she was wrapped with a familiar taste of dry warm clothes, she carefully opened her eyes, she opened her mouth, seems to want to say a lot of things, but in the end she can only make simple syllables.

"Dad...."

Will's chest was still up and down, and so much happened that day, especially in the critical moment to stealing his daughter from death, which made him recover for a long time.Until the girl's cowardly whisper mixed with the wind and water sound into his ears, he in this little catalyst, finally can no longer suppress their own emotions.

Anger and fear went to his head. Ignoring his aching limbs and buzzing brain, he picked up the shivering little girl lying on the ground, pulled her into his arms, and smacked her bottom in an almost venting manner.

"Jo Ransome!What are you doing?How dare you?!!!"

Mixed with the river that could not completely evaporate, Will slapped the wind on the girl's poor, almost invisible hip, and the already soaked fabric only doubled the pain.The girl was sore and afraid, and her tears fell on her father. Now, the only thing she could do was to hold her father's equally wet clothes tightly, and find some poor security by holding him.But even so, she could not say a word, even any of her cry and cry.

Until Will's reason finally recovered in a single instant, and the anger was diluted, urging him to recover. He looked at the girl who hugged himself and endured his anger and pain, and finally realized what he had just done.He was in a visible panic, then his hands trembled, and he didn't even know if he should embrace his daughter back.

The wind of the night grew colder with time, and the cold mixed with fear and pain invaded the girl's body. Even before Will was able to apologize, Jo's thin body slipped from him.

The little girl who fainted still developed a high fever when she was carried home.

She lay in bed, her thin body as hot as a piece of charcoal, her closed eyes still with tears unwiped. Will did not change his clothes, just sat in the door of the room, listening to Stella busy in the door, he felt his heart even colic.

Will opens his eyes as the firelight in the room goes out, and Stella comes out of Jo's room, but the worried eyes of her does not disappear when she stare at her husband.

She closed the door, walked up and sat next to Will. " Jo is already asleep."Stella felt the man's shudder as she held Will warmly." What happened, Will?"

Looking at the silent man, Stella didn't compromise as before, and she continued asking, " Will, you need to tell me, this is our daughter.I think I have a right to know."

After another brief silence, Will finally could not help but express his vulnerability to his wife, he painfully buried his cheeks in the palm of his hand, hot tears finally seeping through his fingers, " Stella, we are about to lose Jo...I have lost her many times in my dream, and I can't lose her anymore."

Stella was stunned, got up and held her fragile lover in her arms. " Jo is asleep in the house, she is safe now, Will, calm down."

She has never seen such a heartbreaking moment for her calm lover, and most of the time he was peaceful and rational.In church, he always arranged his emotions and calm his restless villagers.Even if he had looked tired and sad, he could well organize his emotions in front of his wife and children, and calm her uneasiness again and again.

But this time, he collapsed.

His body trembled slightly with the tears, he wanted to suppress but still can not hide the cry, always reminding Stella that her lover is not a god,most of the time, his self-digestion is the protection of his family and villagers.

"Will, don't be afraid, I'm here, and Jo and John."

For a while, only Will's heavy whining and their breathing were left in the room.Will finally arranged his mood in the relative quiet, he breathed a long breath, stopped the hug at a moment, then his eyes that lived in the vast blue ,which is now covered with tired, finally willing to lift, and look at his wife.He seemed to make up a big determination, and his voice was still sad, saying, " I hit Jo,almost out of anger, I knew she would hurt, and I knew I shouldn't, which scared her."

"But I was so afraid, I almost, just in the dream, Stella, I was really afraid."

"I couldn't control my emotions, this was the first time...."

Will seemed to have something more to add, but he could say nothing at this moment.Seeing her lover's unusual depression, Stella sighed gently and threw him into her arms again, " Jo won't blame you, Will.She should be sad too because she worries you."

"If you really struggle, why not wait until she wakes up or gets better and talk to her?"

Will looked up, and in Stella's positive and supportive eyes, his trembling heart, just almost faltering, finally subsided in an instant.

In the evening, about a week after the disturbance, Jo knocked on his study door before Will.

"Come in , Jo."Will did not seem to expect Jo's coming, he quickly stood up from his desk, his little girl is thinner after the ordeal visible.He took her into his arms and suddenly felt a little sour.

The silent tenderness between father and daughter stays for a moment until Jo opens mouth before Will.

"...Sorry, dad, it worried you."

"I...I'm sorry."

The little girl seemed to use a great deal of courage, and her voice trembled, but her eyes fell earnestly and firmly into Will's eyes, and she said, " Father, please punish me."

Will's hand, which was helping her daughter smooth her hair, suddenly stopped. He stepped back and looked Jo up and down before confirming that her daughter was serious.He was almost surprised to speak, " Oh, no, Jo..."

"I haven't apologized to you yet, Jo, by the river that day...."Will didn't say any more things."What you need is rest and cake, not..spanked and punished,my little kid."

"You need not apologize to me for that day."The little girl said seriously," I deserve it."

Will gently frowned,then shook his head, and carefully corrected her. " No, Jo, that's not what you have to accept."

"In fact, you don't have to apologize to anyone.If you just want us to apologize to me, Stella and John, then I want to tell you: you have been forgiven and you should believe me."

Jo's suppressed courage was punctured by Will's word.She nose a sour, once again into Will's arms.

"It's not your fault,Jo."Will carefully hugged the thin little girl in her arms, her daughter's sensible almost broke him heart, she was so thin and seemed could be blown down by the wind, her body was slightly trembling with crying.

Feel Jo shook his head after hearing his words, Will looked down to let go, gentle eyes into the little girl's evasive eyes, he seriously and sincere looked at his daughter is falling into the emotional vortex again, seriously shook his head to correct her, " Jo, looking at me."

"You're a great girl, you're brave and strong, keeping secrets for a long time, something many people can't do, right?"

"I...It was just very sad that I couldn't save them."Jo said softly.

"It's not your fault."Will sighed gently and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes." Their unfortunate departure was unexpected, but it pushed us closer to the truth, Jo, God would take care of them for us before we found it."

Jo finally finds peace in Will's soft comfort.For a while she looked up, bright eyes once again into Will's eyes, which just the same, sincere request in.

Will looked at it, stunned.His little girl has always been as stubborn as him, for the identified thing is always stubborn and persistent.He smiled and sighed, sat back into his chair, and took the man into his arms.

You just hope that way makes you feel better, right?"

Jo's head was buried in Will's wide arms, and she nodded slightly, then held out her arm to embrace him.

"Oh, my dear girl."Will shook his head reluctantly again." Well, if that would help you."

He touched the little girl's hair, the other hand slapping where she wanted .

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

Jo shrank into his arms.Will silently looked at the little girl in his arms, the boundless darkness that day left a shadow in his heart, even at this moment is difficult to eliminate.

He sighed and tried to distract himself by thinking about the force and location of his next slap.

"You can cry it out, Jo."Jo suddenly made a sore breath at the fifth time, so Will stopped her action, one hand gently patted her on the back, the other hand smoothed the fold on the skirt," the last five times, ok?We just take this thing as going over."

Jo expressed the affirmation with silencing.

So the next five Will's smacks, though disciplinary, were much more reassuring than the loss of control that day.The girl whined with the last slap. Will kissed her at the top of her hair, and left her to hold herself without doing the next action.

The room was quiet for so long, until Will spoke again to break the silence.

"Anyway, don't do it again, promise me, don't you?"Will tried to make his voice gentle and soft, he raised his hand and stroked Jo's cheek," Find some time to apologize to Stella, don't you?She's actually very worried about you, too, Jo."

Jo's cheeks and nose tips were red, and at what Will said, she even sobbed.

Will felt even more distressed. He suddenly remembered something. He looked earnestly into Jo's eyes and spoke carefully:

"...Speaking of, Jo, I still owe you a very formal apology, sweet.That day, I didn't control my emotions, and I scared you.If you want to forgive my emotions that day....Or it doesn't matter if you don't, I'm sorry, really sorry."

"It must be very painful.I should not do that."

"If you still feel very sad, you can...."

Without saying that, a hug ran into Will's arms again.

"Thank you,dad."

Even though she had recovered from the wind and cold, Jo was still a little weak, and the little girl slept in Will's arms once again.After gently lifting her up to the bed, Will kissed her on the forehead.

"Everything will be over, and we will find the truth."

"Jo, don't be afraid, I'll be here."

#tom hiddleston #tomhiddleston #the essex serpent #tom hiddleston fic #will ransome #spank #The Essex Serpent #tom hiddleston characters

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setimoalem · 2 years

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more of my lily's childhood headcanons

Lily hated cold with a passion and she actually had life long plan of switching between north and south hemisphere mid september and be back mid april to only ever live in warm weathers.

She had a small geographic globe she used to spin and stop at random places to plan what she would do when she got there. Islands were her favorite.

Could name almost every single country and it's capital because of that.

She was a sticky hands toddler.

Lily was that one kid always receiving punishment at school; a lot of kneeling and donkey ears.

Some of her teachers were fast to notice kneeling and facing the wall wasn't working so they started punish her with actual labor; help the kitchen ladies, sweep the whole courtyard, reshelve library books etc.

Her most memorable burst of accidental magic was during a particularly nasty punishment to mop the girls bathroom after she broke Sarah Wheeler's nose. She kicked a bucket of dirty water against the wall in a fit of anger and squat down with her head between her knees to take a deep breaths, when she looked back up the whole bathroom was squeaky clean and smelling of wildflowers.

Severus was the first person to actually believe her on this.

She was protective of her friends and had a tendency to run her mouth. Hair trigger temper.

If there was a fight you could bet Lily was either the pivot, the one fighting or the shit stirrer. Never minding her business.

Hated being accused of things she didn't do. It was the easiest way to pick a fight with her.

She had (as we like to call in my native language) "a heart that didn't belong to her" though, always ready to comfort other kids, to help solve their problems, to stop any injustices.

Always hungry, never sleepy.

Hard worker. Always did her homework at school to have more free time, always studied ahead, never skipped a single class.

Hyperactive. Being sick was a actual nightmare.

Not vegetarian but didn't care for meat.

Loved anything with berries.

Slept with her Hogwarts letter under her pillow everyday until the last day of august.

Didn't have many toys, she was more of a playing in groups kid.

That one kid making mud cakes™

Running in the rain.

Her mom influenced her music taste. "Their" song (as they called it) was Tomorrow today by Kippington Lodge. Everytime it played on the radio they ran to hold each other and sing along on top of their lungs.

Upside down on monkey bars, actually gave young Petunia her first stress induced grey hair.

Growing up poor and only being around just as underprivileged kids she wasn't aware how many children didn't live in the same way until she started Hogwarts and people wore gold jewelry to class and authentic fur cloaks in the winter.

It cemented Lily's will to be better than the rest of them in any subject or course.

Hair always pulled back in a ponytail.

Aspirant potion master (mistress?)

This one is shorter than my last one, I'll try to make a longer one next time! Hope you liked <3 this was also an excuse to make my Harry was Lily's son through and through agenda seen.

Also every single punishment I described here were actual things my mom's teachers made her do for acting up/bad behavior. They once made her kneel during recess/lunch time and her friends sneaked around to feed her biscuits and give her water because said teacher didn't give her permission to eat. She tells it like it was funny though.

#lily evans #headcanon #hp marauders

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obeymeoasis · 3 years

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The First Time They Say “I Love You”

Lucifer

At first you just did small things, like cleaning up the used coffee cups on his desk. Things that you wanted to do for him because he was so tired all the time. But after you pointed out a calculation error in a R.A.D organization’s monthly expense sheet, Lucifer started relying on you more. He often asked you to do a final scan over documents before he submitted them to Diavolo just in case he missed anything.

You found that your work styles were very similar: extremely organized, detail-oriented, and meticulous. You enjoyed spending time in Lucifer’s office. And helping him with his work meant that he got done more quickly and had more time to spend with you.

Right now he was at his desk, furiously scanning through a stack of papers. You could tell he hadn’t slept in a while. The buttons at his throat were undone and he had dark smudges underneath his eyes. Somebody had apparently mixed up the schedule for an upcoming series of lectures and Lucifer was left to solve the problem.

You shut the door behind you slowly and carefully made your way over, trying your best to balance the tea tray and multiple folders you were holding. "Here, Luci. I brought you peppermint tea and shortbread. You should have some while you work, you look absolutely exhausted.” He looked up at you and smiled gratefully, a private smile that only you got to see. “Thank you MC, I appreciate it.”

You then handed him the thick folders. “Also, these are all of the invoices from last week’s alumni dinner party. I thought they were a bit messy to look at so I organized them into different categories based on the business and then sorted the purchases sequentially. Also, I calculated the total expenses and thankfully we were able to stay under budget.”

Lucifer's mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes widened, looking at you as if you'd done something incredibly strange. You asked self-consciously, "Is... is something on my face?"

With the same bewildered expression on his face he said "MC... I love you."

You laughed, a little startled. "Why, because I organized some files for you?"

"Well, yes. No. I mean yes and no. It's not just the files, it's everything. The way you're always thinking of me and taking care of me. The way we work well together. The way I can trust you with anything. I love you, MC. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say so."

You felt your cheeks flush with happiness. "Well... I love you too, you know. A lot. Now hurry up and finish your work so that we can spend some actual time together."

Lucifer laughed gently and then reached to take your hand in his, pressing a delicate kiss against your fingers. "Anything for you."

Mammon

You were at the casino with Mammon on a Wednesday night. On school nights he usually went alone because you were busy with homework. But tonight he looked so lonely as he headed for the door that something spurred you to put on a jacket and run after him.

When you took his hand in yours, he turned to look at you in surprise and the most radiant smile lit his face. “You’re coming with me, baby?”

The first couple of hours weren’t bad. Mammon brought you small plates of food and you were content to just watch as he flourished in his natural environment. You smiled amusedly at his antics, the way he bantered with the dealer, how he yelled in delight when he won and how pouty he became when he lost.

But pretty soon the long day of classes caught up to you and you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. You were tucked into a small table in the corner, away from the other guests but still visible to Mammon out of the corner of his eye. You figured no one would mind so you laid your arm on the table and rested your head in the crook of your arm. Within a couple of seconds, you were deep asleep.

Meanwhile, Mammon was having some of the best luck he’d had recently at the blackjack table. He turned to where you were sitting to give you a smile and boast about his winnings a little, only to have his heart clench tightly at the sight of you.

You looked absolutely adorable, sleeping with a little smile on your face. It must have been a little cold for you in the casino because you were curled up tightly against yourself. Mammon flushed at how cute you looked and then felt a sudden rush of emotion.

Even though you were tired, you still took the time to come out with him tonight. He knew these places weren’t really your thing but you never complained, you genuinely just wanted to be with him. And that was something Mammon wasn’t really used to.

You stirred at the sensation of Mammon draping his jacket across your shoulders. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked up to ask: “Hey Mams, how’s your luck been tonight?”

He stood silently for a moment before enveloping you into a sudden, crushing hug. “I-I love you, MC. I really love you.” You were startled and tried to move back to get a look at his face but Mammon wouldn’t budge. “No, don’t look at me. I’m probably super red. But I need to tell you how much I love you. I kinda realized it just now that there’s no one like you. No one who cares for me, who accepts all of me like you do. Thank you for always being here.”

You could feel tears forming in your eyes and buried your face against Mammon’s chest. “Oh, Mams. I love you too. I can’t imagine how alone you must have felt, especially the way your brothers treat you sometimes. But I’m here now, okay? I’ll always be on your side.”

You heard Mammon’s breath hitch a little before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Leviathan

You came to discover that there were a lot of little holidays in the Devildom, an occasional day or two when you didn’t have to go to classes. Sometimes you took the opportunity to travel to the human world, often to pick up small necessities or bring back foods you missed.

Today you were here to pick up something specific: strawberry preserves. You had brought back a jar from the human world recently and after having a bite, Levi had practically eaten the whole jar by himself. The preserves were the specialty of a local farm close to your house and Levi absolutely loved them.

Since you were there, you decided to pick up some different jars as well. An employee carefully packaged the jars of strawberry, peach, blueberry, and cherry preserves so that they wouldn't accidentally break on the journey. What he didn't know was that you would actually be travelling between completely different worlds.

As soon as you were back in the Devildom, you quickly made your way to Levi's room with your purchases. He was in the middle of playing a game but when he heard you come in, he turned around to welcome you back. "Hey, MC. How was your trip? What are all those boxes for?"

You opened the topmost one and showed him the little glass jar with the floral pattern on the lid. "I picked more of these up for you today, along with some other flavors I thought it would be nice to try."

Upon recognizing what it was, Levi immediately set down his controller. "MC, this is awesome! I love you!" You froze in shock at his words and it took Levi a couple of seconds before he realized what he had said. He too froze so that the two of you stood there, Levi bright red, neither moving or speaking.

Levi was the one to eventually break the silence. "I-I didn't mean that! Ignore me just now! I don't know what I'm saying." Your heart sank in disappointment. You had merely been shocked that Levi felt the same way about you as you did him. But now he was saying he didn't mean it?

Your disappointment must have been evident on your face because Levi stammered out, "I-I mean, I do mean it! It's just- aargh, this isn't how I wanted to say- Ugh, I don't know what to-" You decided it was best to just be upfront with him. "Listen Levi, I love you a lot. Have for a while now. Can I ask you how you feel about me?"

If he was bright red before, Levi's face looked almost neon red now. He stared at you open mouthed, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You- You love me? Really? You aren't making fun of me or something?" You couldn't help but huff in response. "Levi, am I seriously the type of person who would make fun of you about this?"

It seemed to finally sink in for him then. "No, no you're not. MC, I- I love you too. Ah, I can't believe I said it out loud!" He clapped his hands over his mouth and you giggled at how adorably flustered he looked.

"Hey Levi, now that we know how we feel about each other, is it okay if I give you a kiss?" Levi practically fainted then, and you had to run down to the kitchens to get him a glass of water.

Satan

Satan was used to being alone. None of his brothers or classmates really shared any of his interests and he found that he much preferred being by himself. He was always too engrossed with his books and research that he never considered himself to be lonely.

That is, until he met you. You were somehow able to slowly inch yourself into his heart and without realizing it had become the most important person to him.

The other day, he found a funny quote in one of the novels he was reading and made a note of it to show you later. Then he started thinking about how much his daily routine included you in some way. You had classes together, ate meals together, talked and laughed together, and read late into the night together, enjoying each other’s company.

He realized that he was a lot happier now. Not that he was exactly unhappy before, but it was different with you. He was a lot more relaxed, more prone to smile and laugh. And a lot of it had to do with your influence and the time you spent together.

You were both reading in his room. There was a comfortable, relaxing silence and the atmosphere was especially cozy because of all the lit candles. You had prepared a tray for Satan: a plate of rosemary biscuits and a pot of black tea to wash them down with. This was another thing he appreciated about you; you were always taking care of him.

Both of you were engrossed in your books for a while, until suddenly you could feel Satan staring at you. You marked the page you were on and turned to him, a smile playing on your lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He looked at you for a few moments, unsmiling. You frowned, thinking there was something wrong, but before you could say anything Satan said “I just wanted to let you know that I love you dearly.”

You were surprised to say the least. Satan wasn’t really the type to talk about his feelings this explicitly. But after the initial shock, you realized how happy you were that the person you loved felt the same way about you. Satan didn’t let people into his life and into his heart that easily.

It was only when you heard Satan say “Oh love, I didn’t mean to make you cry” that you realized tears were streaming down your cheeks. You put down your book and practically flung yourself into his arms. He hugged you back tightly and waited until you were calm enough to speak. “I love you too Satan, so much. You mean the absolute world to me.”

You laughed wetly, thinking it funny that you were crying during one of the happiest moments of your life. Satan smiled at you fondly before handing you a handkerchief so that you could dry your eyes.

You spent the rest of the night in his lap, smiling and giggling as he attempted to read you a story out loud.

Asmodeus

These kinds of days rarely happened, but they happened nonetheless. Mean, ugly days when no matter what outfit he tried on, it didn’t look right. No matter how much time he put into styling his hair, it just looked flat and dull. And his makeup seemed to refuse to cooperate with what he had in mind.

On these kinds of days Asmo locked himself in his room under the pretense of “needing self-care”. He hated having to speak with others because their usual compliments just sounded mocking and fake to his ears.

Asmo remembered an incident when one of his admirers had complimented his hairstyle and he had snapped at her furiously: “Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” before storming away. He was incredibly embarrassed about it and apologized profusely to her. Since then, he figured it was safer to just hide out in his room.

But it was hard to be alone in his room when you were already there. You knew something was up with Asmo when you texted him saying "Hey, could you help me pick out a new coat?" and he replied with "Maybe another time, sorry darling!" He would have never refused an opportunity to go shopping with you.

So you raced to his room after classes and thankfully managed to slip in while Asmo was in the kitchen gathering some snacks. When he saw you standing in his room you could see he struggled to act nonchalant. "Darling! I didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. I wouldn't want you to catch anything so it'd probably be best if you went to your room."

Your heart clenched at the blatant lie. "Oh Asmo, I'll leave if you really want to be alone. But just know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I want to be your strength."

You could see the conflict in Asmo's eyes as he stood quietly for a couple of minutes. You were about to turn around and leave, giving him some alone time, but he suddenly blurted out "I feel ugly today. I feel disgusting and horrible and hideous."

Asmo closed his eyes, embarrassed at his outburst and also dreading what inevitably came next: empty compliments and false flattery. He didn't want to be told he was beautiful when he didn't believe it.

But instead, you surprised him by enveloping him in a strong embrace. You alternated between gently patting his back and smoothing his hair and were rewarded with feeling the tension leave his body. You didn’t say anything, just continued to hold Asmo and wipe away the few stray tears on his cheeks.

Eventually you moved him to his bed, Asmo’s head lying on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but he seemed to be much calmer. He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching your face, before almost whispering “I love you”. Your eyes widened in surprise. “You seem to always know what to do, MC, how to put me back together again. You’re honest with me and you actually listen to what I’m saying. I love you. Please stay with me forever.”

The two of you fell asleep like that, Asmo’s head on your chest and your hands intertwined.

Beelzebub

Beel was a bit nervous, considering this was one of the most important Fangol games he had ever played in. Not only was it against their rival school, but also Beel’s coach had let him know that there would be scouters from the professional league coming to watch for potential talent.

It was too bad that you wouldn’t be able to watch him play. He considered you a very important part of his game-day routine. In the morning, you always made him a hearty breakfast and at the pre-game warmup, he frequently went to you for kisses and headpats. He considered you to be his good luck charm.

Unfortunately, you weren’t feeling well. You kept having bad stomach pain and the doctor had said it was probably your body reacting to some unfamiliar Devildom food. You were currently lying down in your room with a heating pad on and some warm green tea.

Beel missed you terribly. It had only been a few hours since he had last seen you but he couldn’t help but feel lonely. You were always there shouting and cheering for him on game days which made your absence feel that much larger.

His teammates and coaches could tell that something was off with him. They kept coming by to ruffle his hair or pat him on the shoulder and ask, “Is everything okay?” and “Don’t worry, you’ll do great!”

Beel knew he was being silly. He would go see you right after the game! And yet his heart wasn’t in it during the pre-game stretches. He kept spacing out and staring at the wall instead of actually getting ready.

Suddenly, one of the assistant coaches came into the room. “Beel! MC is here! Now hurry up and stop moping around!” He saw you behind the coach looking a bit uncomfortable, your stomach must have still been bothering you. But you were also smiling at your little surprise.

Beel ran up to you and hugged you gently. “MC! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed? Are you okay? Are you feeling better?” You laughed at his barrage of questions before reaching up on your tip-toes to give him a pat on his head. “I’m still in a bit of pain but I wanted to be here. I couldn’t miss such an important game! Now what’s this about you moping around?”

Beel blushed and ducked his head before mumbling, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You laughed again and Beel’s heart soared at the sound. He was suddenly struck with the realization of how much he loved you. You, who always had his back, who was always there to support him and motivate him.

He wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “Thanks for being here, MC. I love you so much, you know. Sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.” Your arms tightened around him in response. “I feel the same way Beel, I love you so much. Now go and win this game, okay? Show them how amazing you are.”

After the game, Beel was surrounded by his coaches excitedly telling him about how many scouters were interested in seeing him play again. But all Beel could think about was having you in his arms again.

Belphegor

It occurred to Belphie one day after class as he was walking down the hallway. There was a couple leaning against the locker, engaged in a full display of public affection. They kept giggling and yelling “I love you!” at each other. Belphie fake gagged a little before moving past them.

But then it occurred to him. Is that kind of thing something... you wanted? Your relationship was relatively new both in terms of time and in that this was something Belphie wasn’t really experienced with. You were one of the people that knew him best though, apart from his brothers, and Belphie had just assumed that it would be okay to continue acting as he had always had around you.

What if secretly this was something you wanted as well? All of the endearments and displays of affection. Belphie hadn’t even- hadn’t even said the “L” word to you yet. This continued to trouble him even as he lied down for his afternoon nap. In his dreams he kept seeing visions of you crying while looking on enviously at other couples and asking, “Why can’t we be like that?”

By the time he sat down at dinner, Belphie was exhausted. And you of course noticed, especially since he was eating a lot less than he normally did. After dinner the two of you made your way to his room, where you were getting out some textbooks to study and he lied back down on his bed. “Hey Belphie, is everything okay? You seem a lot more listless than usual.

Belphie stared at you, contemplating whether to tell you what was going on. But in the end he decided against it. “It’s nothing, MC. Don’t worry about it.” His voice definitely didn’t sound like it was nothing. “Okay, Belphie. But let me know if you want to talk about anything, okay? I’m always here.”

For the next hour or so, you studied for your classes while Belphie tormented himself. He did love you. But he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, especially in the way the couple in the hall had. What if that now you were dating, you expected him to change? Would he even be able to? Frustrated at the swirling questions in his mind, Belphie ended up blurting out “I love you!” to your back.

You turned around in your chair slowly, surprised at his sudden intensity. “I... love you too. Belphie, is everything okay? You’ve been acting strange all day.” He sighed. “MC, you know what kind of demon I am. I’m not good at all the... lovey-dovey stuff that other couples do. But if that’s what you want, I can at least try to be different.”

You shook your head. “I... honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I know how you feel about me, Belphie. I don’t need you to be like “the other couples” because I fell in love with you and who you are. I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not. Where are you even getting the idea that I want something other than what we have?”

Ah, Belphie really did love you. There was no one else in the world that knew him so completely and still loved and accepted all parts of him. And... he just realized that he had said “I love you” for the first time by practically shouting it while your back was turned.

He got up and stood next to his desk. You were sitting and looking up at him, concern evident on your face. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently before mouthing against your lips, “I love you, MC.”

You could feel how hot your cheeks were as he moved away and went to lie back down on his bed. You pretended to be unbothered, flipping randomly through your textbook, but none of the words made any sense. You mumbled under your breath, “”You’re pretty good at lovey-dovey stuff.”

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rin-itoshi · 3 years

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mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

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buckystevelove · 3 years

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My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.

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nczennie · 3 years

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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection

Hogwarts!AU

Paring: Reader x Boyfriend!Renjun, Best Friend!Haechan

Featuring: Slytherin!Reader, Ravenclaw!Renjun, Slytherin!Haechan, Slytherin!Jaemin, Hufflepuff!Jeno

Genre: Fluff-ish, Angst-ish

“I swear! The only thing I can smell is my cats.” Hufflepuff!Jeno strongly claims, hand reaching to grab his quil in order to report his findings. With a scoff, Slytherin!Jaemin continues to stir the fresh potion of amortentia your group has successfully made, “If that’s the only thing you can smell you need to get out more”. Looking up from his work Jeno sends his friend a glare, “What do you smell then?”.

Jaemin passes you the stirring utensil to take over his job as he leans in closer to savor the scent again, “Coffee, the detergent my mom uses on my bed sheets at home, and” He leans up slightly in order to sneak a look across the room at a certain Gryffindor girl, successful at not drawing the attention of his friends. “That’s it really”. You hum in response at your friends findings, making sure to add it to your notes for your report later.

Your boyfriend’s cold hand moves to slightly grip your thigh under your skirt drawing your attention, “Well what do you smell?” Ravenclaw!Renjun asks. You bite your lip, handing the stirring spoon back to Jaemin and lean forward to take in the steam of the alluring potion. Your hand fiddles with your green tie, “It smells like autumn mornings when the sun just rises and the grass is still damp and Renjun’s deodorant” you straighten, giggling softly turning towards your boyfriend. His smile is large and genuine as he gives your thigh another squeeze. “I smell my paint, a new book, and that floral perfume you wear that I really love” he replies his own discoveries. Taking a moment you take in his eyes, your favorite eyes, before quickly leaning in to place a soft kiss against his lips, unable to help yourself around the boy you love. Renjun reciprocates by placing a kiss upon your temple taking your hand in his under the table before the professor can call you out on your public affections.

“You guys are the cutest” Jeno states with a bright smile, ever the hopeless romantic, always happy to see his two friends in love. Jaemin is quick to shoot a disgusted look at your displays though everyone should know he should be used to them by now.

The doors to the classroom open with a start, drawing the attention of your group as you watch Slytherin!Haechan enter class late once again. You watch your best friend make his way over to sit at the head of your table, shaking your head slightly as he sends the professor an apologetic smile. “Well, well, well,” Jaemin tsks, “Look who finally decided to show up”. Haechan ruffles his hair that is still damp from his shower, “I’m sorry guys, I accidentally slept in again”, he winces and places his materials on the table. “You’re fine, Donghyuk” you mutter quietly next to him knowing about how he’s been having trouble sleeping lately, sending him a reassuring smile.

His nose suddenly scrunches as he pauses to sniff the air. Turning to look at you he speaks, “Did you put on extra perfume today or something”, unaware of just what potion you all had brewed in his absence, “It’s all I can smell”. His eyebrows furrow as he moves his gaze away from you and towards his textbook flipping through the different pages, not noticing the smile that fell from your face or the shocked faces from his friends around him.

It’s a detrimental second, not realizing what deep secret he revealed unknowingly, not realizing what it would cost him.

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kiribakuhappiness · 3 years

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Prompt- someone in class 1A bodyswaps with kirishima. For some reason they don't/can't tell their class. Whoever is in kiri body (your choice) has to deal with soft baku who either is about to confess or is already secretly dating kirishima

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) OH MY GOD. I AM DEAD. JUST TAKE IT. with love.

The alarm went off (supposedly) at exactly six o’clock in the morning just like it did every other morning from what felt like the beginning of time. But the tune that drifted over into his ears sounded a bit strange today, and the sheets felt a bit scratchier and heavier than he remembered them being, and - probably most importantly to note - Izuku hadn’t even needed to twitch a single muscle that morning before the blaring noise was being cut off again on its own and the room was plunged back into stifling silence.

Which all lead to the objectively horrifying conclusion that there was someone else in this bed with him.

Izuku tried not to notice how frantically his heart was pattering away inside his chest, and he kept his eyes closed to maybe continue to give off the absolutely false pretense of still being asleep, but it was no use.

He was effectively freaking out.

Why did this kind of stuff keep happening to him? First it was Aoyama leaving him cheese outside on his balcony and now this? Should he be telling somebody about these incidents? It was starting to feel like maybe it was time for him to tell somebody. All Might, maybe? Principal Nedzu? His mom?

But… that alarm… it hadn’t been set to the sound he was used to.

And these bed sheets... they were so familiar somehow...

Izuku swallowed down his rattled nerves as quietly as possible before he unfurled one of his shaking fists to touch more prominently at the heavy comforter currently all tangled up around his limbs that felt too warm, so very careful to avoid shifting too obviously or accidentally bumping into whoever the hell was next to him.

No... Izuku knew these sheets. The way that the material caught on the pads of his fingers and pulled at long forgotten memories too blurry in his adrenaline-filled state to properly see them, and that smell! He took in a deep, slow breath through his nose, and he recognized all of them. His brain prodded him with useless bombardments of dismembered images. A pillow. A blanket. A couch. A kitchen. A color. A voice.

Oh. No.

This was Kacchan’s room.

Why the hell was Izuku in Kacchan’s room?!

Why the hell was he in Kacchan’s bed?!?!

These were the exact same sheets, the same rough texture, the same familiar smell of a subtle bleach and a smoldering stack of firewood that had been ingrained into his memories since before he was old enough to even be fully self-aware of such significant sights and sounds and sensory triggers.

But this hand...

Izuku wiggled his fingers as carefully as he dared to, but it all felt wrong. The wrist was too wide, the tendons in his forearm were too strong and sturdy, like they’d never been strained or bruised before in their entire lives, fresh and limber and toned.

No. None of this was right.

“Oi, we fuckin’ gettin’ up or what?” Kacchan’s hoarse, early-morning voice cracked somewhere beside him before an equally rough palm smacked hard into his bare shoulder and startled Izuku’s eyes wide open with a chaotic lurch in the opposite direction as he rushed to sit up and put as much distance between them as possible.

Oh wow. Yeah. This was Kacchan’s room alright.

That poster used to be in his bedroom back at his parent’s place, and that snowboard leaning against the dresser in the corner had his signature orange stripe down a solid black background, and this was definitely the same navy-blue comforter that Izuku had always hated the feeling of ever since he was old enough to hate the way that things felt, and - holy cow - there was Kacchan.

Sleep torn and shirtless with his wayward spikes all pressed down flat on one side while he lifted a broad hand up to rub his battle-scarred knuckles into one of his blurry eyes. His lips tucked down into a petulant scowl and his eyebrows furrowed in the middle of his forehead the longer that Izuku continued to sit and stare at him with an open mouth as though he had just watched him grow another head.

Kacchan hasn’t tried to explode him yet.

Why hasn’t Kacchan tried to explode him yet?

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me like that for?” Kacchan griped in a moody manner as he reached out for a second time and pushed at his shoulder again, lighter, and with fingers that tried to linger for far too long. Izuku jumped at the unexpected contact and tried to back completely out of his reach, but the bed was much too small, and suddenly he was tumbling off onto the floor with a resounding groan of pain that sounded nothing like his own.

“Oi! Kirishima! The fuck is the matter with you?” Kacchan snapped in clear agitation as he glared over the edge of the bed down at Izuku’s rumpled figure lying in a heap on the floor.

Did he just say Kirishima?

Okay. Something really crazy must have happened last night. Something quirk related. Definitely something quirk related.

Izuku righted himself on the ground before he held up his hands in front of his face and gazed at the strong, muscular vein protruding on his right forearm that was most definitely not his own, and yeah, okay, he was in Kirishima’s body right now. That’s what this was – they had switched bodies. Which meant that Kirishima was probably in Izuku’s room, waking up as him and - aw man - that meant that Kirishima was going to see all of the new posters and action figures that he’d been adding to his collection since the first time when everyone had forced their way into his room and -

HOLY CRAP - Kirishima was sleeping in Kacchan’s room?! Since when??

“Did you wake up feelin’ even more dumb today or what?! If you don’t answer me right fucking now -”

It was the familiar sound of Kacchan’s explosions popping in the center of his palms that finally jarred Izuku back to the present; back to the reality of this very hazardous situation that he seemed to have found himself in. There was no way that he could tell Kacchan who he really was right now. He would kill him. He would murder him in cold blood. He would blast him to death until there was nothing left of him and then he would blast away all of the rest of his pieces just for fun.

Nope. Kacchan could not find out about this. It was just out of the question.

“Sorry!” And okay, his voice did sound a lot like Kirishima’s, that was good. Lower and scratchier with an adolescent edge in the process of dropping a few more octaves before reaching full maturity someday. He could work with that. “I was just having a dream. You startled me… d-dude!”

Kacchan frowned down at him with a suspicious, squinted gaze and Izuku tried to look as innocent as possible as he slowly lumbered back up onto his feet that felt foreign and unsteady under his new weight.

Wow. Izuku was tall. It might have only been a few more centimeters, but the height difference was already astounding. It would have been kind of nice if he had swapped places with someone who happened to be taller than Kacchan, though… oh well.

Speaking of Kacchan, he tracked Izuku’s movements with a laser-light precision while Izuku tried to remember how it was that people normally stood (because he seemed to have forgotten how to) before Kacchan suddenly tch’ed and slumped back down into his pillow with a careless arm thrown up and under his head. He smacked the empty space where Izuku had just been laying with his other free hand and glared expectantly.

“C’m back,” he demanded in a decidedly less than threatening manner.

Wow. This was really weird. Kirishima slept in Kacchan’s bed and Kacchan was okay with it? How often did this happen? How did they even get to this point where it had become so natural for them to share a bed like this? To wake up together like this? When did –

Kacchan’s lip twitched impatiently and he raised his hand up in a slow, dramatic arch as though to catch his eye and make sure that Izuku couldn’t miss how obviously the gesture was being directed at him.

“Eijirou,” Kacchan grunted out, with an incredibly uncomfortable amount of eye contact, and then he smacked the empty space beside him again.

Oh… my god. It was a summons. Izuku could not do that. He could not handle just… getting back into bed with him?! Not when he’d finally managed to escape from it. There had to be an excuse. He had to find an excuse.

“I have to pee –”

“I could not care less,” Kacchan snarked back before his strong fingers gripped bunches of the comforter into a tight hold as though he were physically restraining himself from doing something that Izuku didn’t want to know what it could possibly be.

“I-I’ll just be a minute,” Izuku tried to stumble out as nonchalantly as possible as he took a hurried step in the direction of the bathroom.

A loud creak echoing from the other side of the room halted him dead in his tracks, and he whipped around to spot Kacchan as he rolled up onto his knees in one swift movement and leaned forward, reaching out and grasping the end of the bed with two strong hands and looking ready to leap off the mattress and block Izuku from continuing.

“You really gonna make me chase after you?” Kacchan snorted an amused sort of sound under his breath as his biceps flexed dangerously and he readied himself to pounce.

Oh no. Not chase after. Never ever chase after.

“N-no!” Izuku managed to stammer out, but it was far too late. Kacchan had already made the decision to end him.

Izuku scrambled back as quickly as possible in an attempt to keep some distance between them, but it closed before he even had the chance to register that it was gone and then Kacchan was just there, far too close far too quickly, leaning into his space and wow, Izuku was so uncomfortable right now that he couldn’t even pretend to keep making eye contact anymore as he fidgeted restlessly in his new cornered position.

“You’re bein’ weirder than usual,” Kacchan stated firmly, but he had finally stopped trying to come closer which was all-in-all a very good thing.

“Sorry,” Izuku squeaked out again, clenching and unclenching Kirishima’s hands over and over as he desperately tried to pull himself together. He couldn’t help feeling so incredibly blind-sided by all of this. He had so many questions and no way to ask them – no way to understand, to know.

How long would it take for Kirishima to wake up and try to come and find him? Surely he would understand the significance of how much Izuku was finding out about right now that clearly nobody was ever meant to find out about.

Holy crap, and if Kacchan knew that it was Izuku of all people who had been the first one to find out about it?! To have seen it all unfold up close and personal like this? Oh man, it was all so very bad.

“Stop apologizin’ to me, that’s what’s so fucking weird,” Kacchan grumbled out in the same bitter tone, and Izuku tried not to stiffen when he raised a hand and pressed it into the bookshelf next to his head, leaning his weight onto it and squinting down at him like they might share an extraordinary telepathic moment.

Izuku opened his mouth, ready to apologize again completely on instinct, but any noise that was about to come out got strangled and lodged in his throat when Kacchan’s other hand came up and his thumb promptly hooked under his jaw and clamped his mouth shut before a dangerous palm slid into place and covered his mouth completely. Izuku’s heart started to race in this unfamiliar chest and his eyes widened as he waited with vein-twisting anxiety for Kacchan to blow his entire face away with a single blast.

But… he never did.

“Seriously fucking stop, Kirishima. ’S pissin’ me off,” Kacchan demanded again; stern and final. “There ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, understand?”

Izuku tried to calm his labored breathing as he watched Kacchan watch him back for a long moment, and the fingers around his jaw tightened in an unfamiliar manner before they were suddenly gone again. Kacchan pushed himself away from the bookshelf and started towards the bathroom with a loud, gruff yawn.

“Better fuckin’ hurry up, cause I ain’t savin’ you any hot water for a second shower,” Kacchan warned without looking back as he turned on the light and ducked inside the other room.

Izuku’s entire body jolted back to life at the sound of the water in the shower turning on, and when it finally clicked in his head what that thinly veiled threat entailed, he tore off in the direction of the hallway at top speeds, practically sprinting out of the room and absolutely refusing to look back even when he could hear Kacchan shouting incredulously after him.

He so did not have the mental capacity to even try and unpack any of what he had just gone through. His one and only objective was to find Kirishima and switch their bodies back as soon as possible so that he could go on with the rest of his life and pretend like none of that had ever even happened in the first place.

Yeah… that sounded nice.

For once – Izuku just really, really didn’t want to know any more details.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34034215

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kkusuka · 3 years

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3rd year hinata, beefy, 5’8 hot af volleyball, ace of karasuno and he’s just walking around like he normally is, he has no idea why so many girls blush when he talks to them be just assumes they all are overheating. He doesn’t understand why you gasp or get all flustered when he brushes up against you or when puts his hand on your waist when he needs to get by or when he lays his hand on your thigh causally cause he noticed your friend doing it so he thought it was okay and normal for him to copy. He also doesn’t understand why he wants to kiss you so bad when he has you pinned against the bus wall cause it’s crowded on the way home ((like he accidentally pins you to the wall cause the bus gets crowded)) ✨Puppy🤩

hinata can be my fluffy almost boyfriend for as long as he wants.

cw: none

synopsis: a series of small events make you realize how wonderful hinata is.

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if you asked hinata if he thought he was attractive, he would stare at you. known from the sheer amount of times you’ve tried to ask him that, many, many times. (apparently he’s also extremely dense)

though his looks have evolved, his intelligence hasn’t improved all that significantly. test grades still bordering the 40’s, can remember vocabulary only if his life depended on it, and

“y/n! help, help! they’re trying to kill me!” pissing of kageyama and tsukishima to no end.

before you could even see him coming. you could feel is hands resting on your hips, pulling your body to his in a sad attempt to hide from the two, much taller, boys. of course after the two boys failed to arrive within five minutes, his arms wrapping around your waist, head falling onto your shoulder.

“that was close, sho, what’d you do this time?” your face was almost and inch away from his, you didn’t know when but he must have turned his head to your neck. “i told sucky-shima that kageyama was interested in his dinosaurs, he didn’t like it very much though.” accompanied with his explanation, the ginger shooting you one of his sunny smiles.

his valence shifted, using you as support to start swaying like the two of you were dancing. you could feels his thumbs twirling around the hem of your uniform skirt. before you could think on his movement all that much, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.

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“hinata-kun! come sit with us please?”

lunch was...per the usual. apparently going to nationals three years in a row, garners more than attention from the female population.

but dense-less doesn’t even cover what hinata is, if he were the sliver smarter he would know why they got so excited when he smiled at them and how blushy they got when he rolled his sleeves up and leaned on their table.

but without fail everyday the readhead plops down next to you, inquiring what his favorite manager has for lunch. though today you decided to sit at one of the tables outside the volleyball gym to watch kageyama berate hinata for about 20 minutes before hunger overruled their passion.

bouncing over to you, hinata dropped his body onto the bench, shoving his face into the fabric covering your stomach throwing his tired arms around your waist. you didn’t really care until his hands moved under the cloth of your shirt and moved to the skin of your back.

“what- what are you doing!”

“huh? what- oh! i saw hari and matsuko doing it! and you look so comfy!” he smiled up from your lap.

‘because they’re dating’ goes unsaid.

••

you were in a predicament.

this math assignment had to be uploaded to your teacher my midnight and it was now 11:15. that in itself was not the problem, the problem was your hot best friend was napping in your lap. he’d actually been asleep since 10:40 and you’d spent more than an embarrassing amount of time looking at him.

did you realize how long his hair had gotten? or how but his hand, that so happened to be resting on your thigh, was compared to yours. and how pink and plush his lips looked— or how generally angelic he was as he slept.

that it self was a problem, he was your best friend, but the real issue was how you were going to somehow lean over his sleeping form to get your assignment done. well you didn’t really have a choice, you aren’t going to wake him up know big how early he was up for practice and you can’t just not hand it in, hopefully he won’t suffocate.

hinata awoke to a soft pressure on his face. opening his eyes he didn’t see anything other then your shirt and a small sliver of dim light spilling through the cracks of your body. he could feel that you were asleep, not really knowing how long or the time, ignoring his moral compass, he nuzzled himself back into the comfort of your lap.

••

the metro has always been a huge pain in your ass. specifically on friday’s after hinata s practice, that he so gentlemanly walks you home from. but today you decided a detour would be in place, to an out of town ramen shop that he begged you to try with him.

but 6pm on a friday is rush hour, which means all the people getting off work are on the same train you and your favorite ginger were squeezed on.

you were lock in a heavy conversation about kageyamas idea for a new quick when a rush of people crowded your train car, forcing hinata off his balance pushing him strait into your body. your eyes shut in preparation for impact while an arm aligned around your waist and you were met with a chest.

cracking your eyes open you saw brown irises staring back into yours. you could feel his breath on your lips as his hands tightened around you waist.

“you-“

“i’m-“

the two of you burst into a synchronized laughed drawing attention from a few people surrounding you.

“you have very pretty eyes y/n”

“as do you sir hinata! onward to the ramen!”

tags: @bakugos-cumsock

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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