#andre kiss me challenge

[camillecrellin]

Request: Graham Eaton x fem!gf!reader

Plot: Graham seems like someone who isn’t into many kinds of PDA, but I would LOVE to experience or at least read her expressions of PDA. A heavy make out session, an argument like hers with Meghan that turns into the make out session. Maybe them at a party and reader sits on her lap and she gets touchy?

Jealous — Graham Eaton

A/N: It's a short one, but I loved writing it. Enjoy! <333

Word Count: 439

Warnings: Public making out, jealousy, pda

You hated parties. It was never your thing, but Graham wanted to go. It was her best friend’s, Andre’s, birthday party.

And so now you were standing off in the corner, watching your girlfriend talk to her ex, Megan. Graham and Megan had broken up a few years ago on good terms. You knew Megan, you got on well with her. And yet you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

When Graham finished talking to Megan, she instantly locked eyes with you and walked over. Taking a swing of the drink in your hands, you didn’t smile at your girlfriend as you took a seat on Andre’s couch.

Sitting next to you, Graham looked at you face and tilted her head. “Why the long face?”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t respond, making Graham chuckle to herself. “Come on, tell me.”

Graham nudged your shoulder as you looked behind you to see Andre walking past, making you yell over the loud music, “Happy birthday, Andre!”

“Thank you, sis!” Andre yelled back, raising his drink to metaphorically clink yours, making you laugh and blow him a kiss.

“So, you’re ignoring me now.” Graham said, making you place your attention back to her, your smile quickly turning into a frown.

“Fuck you.” You muttered under your breath.

“What did you say?”

“Fuck you, Graham.” You said louder, fully facing the Eaton. “What were you talking to Megan about?”

Graham let out a loud laugh, placing her arm subconsciously around the couch, her hand draping around your shoulder. “Oh my God, you’re jealous.”

“So, what if I am?” You asked. “What the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

“What am I gonna do about it?” Graham challenged, leaning in towards you. Placing a hand on the side of your cheek, she leant forwards smashing her lips onto yours.

A pure euphoric feeling washing over your senses as she pulled you onto her lap. You opened your arms and put them around Graham’s neck, inviting her tongue in your mouth as you completely forgot about the very public social situation around you.

It wasn’t until Andre being Andre came up with a towel and started hitting you two to stop did you realise that you had taken up the focus of the majority of the people in the party.

“Get a room.” Andre complained, a smug smirk falling onto Graham’s face as you sat down on her lap.

Running a hand through your hair, Graham kissed you neck, muttering, “I love you and only you.” Moving up to your ear, Graham nibbled on it teasingly before whispering, “So don’t be fucking jealous.”

#graham eaton #graham eaton x reader #but i'm a cheerleader #but i'm a cheerleader x reader #clea duvall #clea duvall x reader

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort from a Wolf Pack

Summary - Part 43 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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A/N: Hey guys! Before we get into this week's chapter I just want to say that I really want to do a Christmas Writing Challenge for myself where I write festive Imagines leading up to Christmas. If you guys have any prompt ideas (& pairings) that you would like me to attempt please send me a message. I love hearing from you! Anyway, back to the series now, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

After a few more fuel, food and toilet stops and swapping driving between the two of you after each stop, you finally pull into Garth’s driveway. Once Dean shuts off the engine you turn around to Destiny.

“Hey, Sweetie, I know you’re probably pretty nervous about this. But I promise Garth and Bess are really nice people. They’ve even got a little girl probably just a little younger you. So come on, you ready to go meet them?” She sheepishly nods and you hear her stomach growl. “I’m sure Bess is just getting something yummy on the table for brunch too.”

You climb out of the car and help Destiny out of the backseat before going over to join Dean at the front step where he’s already chatting with Garth. Garth pulls you in for a tight hug, then pulls away and crouches down to Destiny’s height.

“So, this little beauty here must be Destiny? I can smell your pure blood from here. Come on in, Bess and Gertie are excited to meet you.”

Garth pushes the door open and stands against it to let you all pass him. As you walk inside Bess comes out from the kitchen to greet you, a little girl by her side. “Hi guys, you must be hungry. Got some options for everyone. Come on in.”

You follow her into the dining room where she’s set the table. There are a few fresh cow hearts but also some bacon and pancakes.

You shoot her an appreciative smile as you take a seat. “Thanks, guys. We really appreciate you doing all this for us.”

Garth brushes his hand through the air at you. “Don’t mention it. You’re family. Dig in.”

Bess serves out a couple of the smaller hearts, one each for the little girls and then a bigger one for her and Garth, while you and Dean help yourselves to the pancakes and bacon.

After breakfast, Gertie invites Destiny up to her room to play, so you take the chance to discuss plans.

Dean starts off rather bluntly, “How do you guys feel about growing your pack?”

Garth and Bess share a look and a nod, then Garth says, “She seems like a real good kid. But she’s been through a lot, I think you gotta give her a little time to adjust. Everyone at this table knows what it’s like to lose someone. It ain’t easy.”

Bess then adds, “And she’s pureblood, like me. So, it’s clear she knows nothing of human life. And hanging around with hunters. Being raised by hunters. I don't know. I think she should stay here with us, but I don’t want to force her to if she’s not comfortable.”

You nod, “I agree. We…Or I, was wondering if we could just stay a few days and see how she settles?”

Bess nods. “Sure. The girls can share and you guys can take the guest room.”

You smile at Bess, “Thanks. Let me help clean up here,” then you look over at Dean. “I trust you can handle the bags?”

“I got it,” he says. He gets up and kisses the top of your head before heading out to the car; Garth follows suit, kissing Bess and then following Dean out to help with your bags. You and Bess stand up as well and start stacking the dirty dishes to cart them into the kitchen. As Bess fills the sink with hot water and dishsoap you pick up a tea towel so you can dry.

“I noticed the rings. Congrats,” she says as she starts to wash the dishes.

“Thanks. I never really believed hunters could have love like this. But with Dean I know it’s worth the struggle. You and Garth’s relationship gave me hope too. If a hunter and a werewolf can make it work, anything’s possible.”

“Yeah. He’s worth it too. But uh, and I don’t mean to overstep, but you and Dean don’t seem to be on the same page about the pup.”

“No, you’re not overstepping. We’re not. I don’t think he wants a child at all, let alone a non-human one. He’s struggling with his training that all monsters are bad, but also he doesn’t think he’d be a good father. But I know he would be. And I just…I feel like I need this. I had an ectopic pregnancy earlier this year and ever since then I’ve just felt like something is missing in my life.”

“I’m so sorry about the pregnancy. I guess my biggest advice is that if you want to go down this road with Destiny, make sure you both get on the same page and do it for the right reasons. She’s not just a puzzle piece to fill a hole in your life, she’s a child who has lost her parents and needs support, love and guidance.”

“I know. I just need a chance to talk to Dean without a little eeves dropper. Would you be able to watch her while we go out somewhere and discuss it?”

“The girls sound like they’re having fun playing together upstairs. Take your time.”

You finish drying the dishes and stacking them on the bench for Bess to put them in their rightful homes. “Thank you again.”

“Just go talk to your husband. Communication is key.”

You hang the towel back on the hook and make your way upstairs towards the sound of your husband’s deep and carrying voice. You lean against the door frame of what you assume is the guestroom as Dean’s placed both of your bags on the end of the Queen-sized bed and wait for a break in his and Garth’s conversation. They go quiet once they sense your presence. Dean beckons you over with his hand and you go into his arms. He leans down and kisses you as Garth quietly slips out of the room.

“You wanna go for a drive?” he asks.

“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

You take Dean’s hand as you walk back down the hall. As you pass Gertie’s room, Destiny runs to the doorway, a concerned look on her face. “Where are you going?”

You squeeze Dean’s hand before letting go so you can crouch down to her height. “We just gotta go out for a bit. Pick up some human food and such since Garth and Bess don’t keep much here. You stay here and play with Gertie. You’re safe here and we’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She hugs you tight as she nods. “Okay.”

“Alright. You be good. We’ll be back soon.”

She nods again as she unwraps her arms from your neck to go back to playing with Gertie’s dolls. You stand up and lace your hand with Dean’s again as he leads you back downstairs and out to the car. Like the true gentleman he is, he opens and closes your door for you before going around to the driver’s side.

“You’re amazing with her,” Dean says as he starts the engine and reverses down the driveway. “You are so…You’ll be the perfect mother.”

“Yeah, about that. We have a lot to talk about…”

“I know.” He places his hand on your thigh like he always does when driving.

“We only just got married. I only just finally convinced you to go through with that. I don’t want to do anything to push you away. I know you’re scared of taking her in, of trying to raise a non-human. I know how you were raised. I understand your reservations, I do. But…”

“But you wanna do it?”

“The pit in my stomach…the hole in my heart…it feels smaller when I hug her or care for her. I know it’s only been a couple of days, but running a bath for her, comforting her, explaining things to her, it all just feels right. It feels like what I should be doing.”

Dean just nods as a heavy silence falls over the car. After a few minutes, he pulls a park near a park. You can see a lake in the horizon. He shuts off the engine and opens his door. “Let’s go for a walk.”

You open your own door and walk around the car to meet him and take his hand as you walk onto the grass towards a metal bench seat that overlooks the lake. You enjoy the view, the sounds of birds and the breeze filling the silence and comforting you.

Eventually, you say the only thing you can think of to try and calm the tension, “I love you, Dean. No matter what, okay?”

He drapes his arm over your shoulders pulling you to lean against him. After a while, he finally breaks his silence, “Buying those clothes for her the other morning…I’ve never felt so out of my depth. But playing the part, telling the lady that I was doing a favour for my wife, picking up a new wardrobe for our daughter…that part was easy. It almost felt natural.” Feeling himself tear up at the emotions bubbling in his chest, he clears his throat before continuing, “If you really think we can do this…If you really want to do this…I’m willing to give it a shot.”

You turn around and look at him in shock. “Really?”

“I’m still worried about all the ways it could go wrong. And there are a lot of stipulations I need you to promise me. But you’re starting to convince me that maybe, just maybe, anything is possible.”

You lean over and kiss him, pushing all your emotions into it, letting your lips convey all your feelings without words. A few tears slip down both of your cheeks from the overwhelming emotions.

When he pulls away to take a breath he says, “You don’t know my conditions yet.”

“I don’t care. The fact you’re willing to even consider this means so much to me.”

“You’re not the only one that left something behind in that hospital. I was right there with you. I’ve been telling myself it was for the best, especially when those demons came after us. But, the truth is, the day you showed me that positive test, all my dreams changed. All that mattered to me then was keeping you and our baby safe. And then Bobby called and said you were in the hospital. That was my worst nightmare come true. I can’t go through that again. Shoot me, stab me, kill me, friggen send me back to Hell, but I can’t watch you like that or have that taken away from me again. The only thing I could compare that pain to is the first time I lost Sam.”

You hug him tight, letting your tears soak into his flannel. You know he’s not generally the vulnerable or emotional type, so the fact he’s comfortable enough to let all his walls down with you is so overwhelming. “I love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

He gently places his hand on your cheek and guides you to face him again, making direct eye contact before shutting his eyes as he brings his lips to yours softly. When he pulls back slightly he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “I’m ready to get out.”

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[jasperjv]

Schizophrenia. An illness that, by definition, challenges punitive justice and the determination toward accountability built up online.

Twomad was open about having schizophrenia. Toward the end he was talking to himself in other people's DMs, and this is the clearest symptom of psychosis, at a time in life it peaks (early 20's), and I can't emphasize it enough. Psychosis requires us to give benefit of the doubt and not take what they say, or even do, seriously. The brain processes real life as if it is in a dream or nightmare. It can occur from too high a dose of psychedelics. It used to be called early-onset dementia and has similar effects. I've seen progressives treat those conditions with patience and care. But that being given is so conditional; on how it occurs, and on how it presents.

Clearly the leftism of many of you is severely lacking. You don't really believe in rehabilitative justice, and you'd hate what criminal defense lawyers do, though everyone has a right to one.

I could unpack and give benefit of the doubt for almost everything Twomad did. Like a defense lawyer, I guess. I'd hurt myself psychologically doing that right now. But I at least want to address the Brianna Ghey incident and go from there.

As if I'd want him to die for being transphobic anyway. Speaking for us as a group so extremely like that makes us look bad. Please shut the Hell up.

Referencing something relevant to current events is not necessarily mocking in the context of psychosis. Now we have no idea how it was seen by him in that state. You need an example. When I was in psychosis, I typed "I met [fictional character] and he was BLACK. LAUGH NOW." This was my disorganized speech and thought flying purely off of word association. I had just met a doctor who I felt vaguely matched the occupation of the fictional character, and one thing I kept doing was calling people by the names of characters I associated them with. And in my mind, I was thinking, "if I phrase it this way, it's like the 'I met God, she was black' meme. Now it's in a meme format, how silly." I was chastised by chat and apologized, but lacked any ability to explain myself. It seems possible, and to me perhaps even likely, that this was only a relevant reference and not intended as mockery. He also apologized and deleted the tweet. I recovered, now I'm explaining myself. This is what you'll never get from Twomad now.

Possible starters toward understanding schizophrenia:

Vampire's Kiss (1988)

Yes, I'm serious. And this was meant to be a serious film. I think if Nic Cage hadn't put on that ridiculous accent, that would've been much more effective. It was triggering for me to watch for multiple reasons. Mainly, I felt exactly what it was like to feel compelled and forced to do horrible things harassing the public due to delusion, which was then misunderstood. Because, how CAN you make people understand? When they're in the real world and you're not? Content warning for sexual assault.

Andre Thomas, sentenced to death in Texas

People keep asking, "What's the point of pleading insanity, if not for cases like this?" The kicker is, it's solely defined as whether or not the person knows what they did is wrong, but it doesn't account for so much about what delusions are and how they work. What happens in delusions is, we get an idea about how to solve a problem, even in cases where we know collateral damage will occur, then it doesn't work, we feel sorry we had to do that, and then a different idea pops up in its place. Repeat indefinitely until treated. The system as it is has practically nothing in place to give grace to those struggling with what's called "consensus reality." And it is especially cruel and unforgiving to black people, but I 'm not going to deconstruct that here.

And no, don't come at me with "I have schizophrenia and I didn't do this-or-that." Oh good for you. But I have no cookie to give. Please know that type of statement is a logical fallacy.

It's understandable if you feel safer now that he's not around. And he's no longer in mental distress. Those both are the silver linings. All I'm saying is that it shouldn't have had to take him dying, and being completely gone forever, for the threat to neutralize. I'm saying it's a waste that he couldn't get help instead, and it's a waste he'll never be able to speak for himself again in case anyone ever needed it, it's a tragedy his parents have lost a son, and I'm disappointed. I. Am. Disappointed.

#editorial article #schizophrenia #psychosis #twomad #death #Youtube

[sleepynegress]

On GEN V...

First, I have to say that though I watch The Boys, for me the skewering of power, and it being always corrupt/corruptable, especially when corporate was smudged a bit by all the white dudes being centered by the narrative and fandom, and certain expected patterns in that.

...i.e. Butcher and Soldier Boy and Homelander...ALL being stanned while all being terrible people. -Mother's Milk and Frenchie being side kicks (the Black man and the "foreigner") and the silent but deadly Asian girl... You get it. I hate that this is the case, but even when meant to subvert, this tends to happen.

So, it's interesting that they leaned in harder and made it MORE obvious this time, by literally blowing up the Golden White Guy (played by Swartzanegger's son, no less) at the end of the pilot episode and playing a Black woman's gaze as the entry point into this angle on the world. ...We saw how that went with Star Trek: Discovery. Those used to the Dursley 37 birthday presents treatment were and still are REAL mad. I hate to say it, especially given how unusually well this show is rendering the insecurities and challenges of this time for young adults, but some people we like are not gonna make it through this season... And it won't be pretty when they go (holds a halo of protection over Emma & Jordan).

...But Marie, a.k.a. the audience's gaze? is safe. That said, Marie is *also* written like the usually centered white dude, just like Micheal Burnham before her. Her arc is "the hero's journey." She stumbles, but ultimately she will measure up to the highest potential (one of, if not the most powerful hero) even she can't see yet... TW for this section... for self-harm/eating disorders etc... The powers being spot-on metaphors for the struggles and insecurities of young people is a nice writing choice. Marie's puberty/power advent literally killed her parents and alienated her sister. So, of course, she can't truly see the potential. There's ritualistic self-loathing in both her cutting and Emma's vomiting to use their powers and that is mostly imposter syndrome for both....Both of them are SO MUCH more powerful than they think, but are held back by parental baggage.

...Andre too, though instead of self-harm it's being lazy about his power development, to subconsciously detach his own personhood from his father trying to live through him.

Jordan Li is bigender but is most comfortable presenting "femme", which may also have to do with detaching from their parents' preferences in gender presentation for them. They want a super-powered son. But the only times Li presents that way is when they feel they absolutely *have to* or actively need to do something and only can, in that form. "Relaxed" or default Jordan is femme.

So, while I see people wishing Li would have been femme Li in that first kiss, it makes sense that they would shift, given the baggage and male presentation preference pressure they grew up with. They shifted back to "default" Li once they were relaxed...i.e. afterglow slumber... An interesting inferred detail is that Li was born presenting male. That is likely a big reason why their parents are that attached to a masc gender presentation.

Now Cate's arc, just like the Golden Boy Luke is actively subverting an element of expected whiteness. Her power is to compel people with touch. It's white women's tears as a superpower, which is IMO, the most clever power social metaphor in this franchise. Cate's moral compass is the strongest of the superheroes we've seen in the entire Boys universe so far. She's got those actual Karen powers, but she's the anti-Karen.

She avoids using her power non-consensually in ways that cause permanent harm and even consensually in ways that may help, and given her entry point (similar to Marie, but w/o closure), it makes sense. --This is all the more tragic if she's being used in the way I suspect...given her nightmare/flashback in those opening eps. to having been in "The Woods" (I think it's either she or whoever the puppet show person is in Sam's episodes, that is the reason for the blackouts). She's a Pusher, and much like Andy in Stephen King's Firestarter it takes a heavy toll on the brain...

She's probably not gonna make it through this season, yall. Anyway, all this to say... I am intrigued by this show. And fully invested in these characters. And I like it better than The Boys because it's leaning harder into alienating the elements it's satirizing... The Boys fans are still into the aspects of the show The Boys' narrative is skewering, but Gen V is saying much louder, this is not about you.

#seriously marie is powerful af and has no idea #if the headpopper is terrifying marie could literally pop everything and bend the blood to kill huge swaths of more folk afterwards #gen v #meta #thoughts so far #blah blah #gen v's cate & misfits' alisha are similar in power social metaphor skewering #but on opposite ends #it's...interesting watching how fandom is *still* #hard pill to swallow #some of yall's gaze at jordan is the same as little dick man was about emma... #and that creepy tv guy tek too #cate self-harm to save andre that seizure leads me to believe that if its her #its unwilling not by choice #but then it's also suspicious that she told no one about her flashback

[bubblepopsims]

Next day...

Andres and Izzi were checking to see how the weather was going to be like today, since they had a special project they wanted to get start on today since Conrad was spending the next few days with his best friend who returned from visiting family. An: "doesn't seem to bad right?" Izzi humed "Mmmm i mean so far we are seeing everywhere but here." While they were trying to be patient and wait to see the actual forecast of today. Alma was getting ready for a girls day with her daughter.

A: "little bear i dont know about this... i mean don't you think i am OVER dressed?" J: "excuse me ? ABSOLUTELY NOT! you look absolutely stunning! and ill prove it come on. " A: "what are you planning...." J: "just come on.." Juju lead her mouth out of the master bedroom and towards the noise of the tv in the living room. Both Andres and Izzi were discussing the idea of the project. I: "oh fuck yeah, put a rocketship on it somewhere. damn this kid is lucky" Izzi laughed and shook their head while andres wiggled a bit at finally after weeks of weird weather to finally get a good couple of days of sunshine.

An: "you up for the challenge future new member of the Becker wagon?" Izzi laughed "Oh absolutely i love building shit." An: "my daughter knows how to pick em." J: "speaking of daughter knows how to pick him TA DAAAAA!"

Andres and Izzi both looked over their shoulder, only for Andres to fully turn and examine the beauty that was in front of him. An: ".........." A: "our daughter is being overally dramatic, its not a big deal." Izzi raised a brow and juju let out a loud groan ready to say something but Andres cut everyone off. An: "not a big deal my ass." Andres grabs Alma and pulls her close to him, the height difference between them always seemed to effect Alma, something about it always had her feeling safe. Her breath hitched at Andres hands caressing along her lower back leaning down to keep their eye contact in tact.

An: "dont ever say that when you look absolutely beautiful. you always do.. but yet you keep surprising me even after 25 years of marriage."

Juju giggled and wiggled her brows at Izzi who just stared at her with a smirk I: "so pleased with yourself aren't you." J: "oh absolutely.. i mean look at them.. i think i just made my dad fall in love all over again."

Alma couldnt get a word out the gaze of Andres eyes had her lost, humming when he turned them and attempted to pin her to the wall. A: "maybe i should dress up more often... if this is the kind of reaction i get..." Andres huffed "Woman you can wear my sweat pants and a stained shirt and i would still feel this way about you. i am very tempted on saying you are not going anywhere.. but..." J: " NOPE IM TAKING MOM OUT!" Alma chuckled and gave andres a sweet kiss on the lips. "our little bear has spoken." J: "i have." An: "shhh ! go say goodbye to izzi." Juju chuckled and rolled her eyes skipping over to Izzi with a bright smile and planting a kiss on their lips. "don't work to hard okay? and don't forget to stay hydrated. also dont miss me to muchhh that the big one!"

I: "and you try not to get yourself and your mother in trouble now." Juju chuckled and gave izzi one more quick kiss. "no promises my love."

I: "well if you do, its fine i have your location." A: "and Andres has mine correct?" An: "mmmm... what ? oh yeah i do.. damn.."

A: "we can revisit that later.." she giggled and gave him a wink. juju groaned lightly "mom ew.."

A: "oh hush we are all adults here, and you should be happy your parents are still this active." J: "oh.. my god..." Izzi laughed and shook their head "yeah baby be happy, that's what you get to look forward too."

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[queenscharacters]

“I’ve lived a very privileged and spoiled life, Andre, it’s not my fault I’ve never turned on a washing machine.” Diana to Andre

If this had been any other person, family included, Andre would not be grinning. In fact, he would probably be royally pissed off. His apartment was his sanctuary and he liked keeping it pristine. It wasn’t like Diana had even left it in a total mess - he was just a neat freak. She literally had just gone through his clothes and helped herself. And put her dirty ones by the wash. Considering the amount of clothes he got stained and dirtied on the job, he obviously did a lot of his own laundry.

“So let me get this straight.” Andre mused, pressing his hands to his lips. “Instead of hiring a service and buying something new, like a normal very privileged and spoiled woman…” Diana was nodding along very seriously, like what he was saying was completely obvious, “You decided the more viable option was to raid my closet and assume I’d do your laundry?”

She continued to nod, her grin turning to a smirk as if to challenge him. And, honestly? He was too busy admiring the way she was wearing a button down like a dress. He liked that she felt comfortable enough to go through his things and wear his clothes. He missed domesticity like this. He wouldn’t readily admit it, but he hated the lonesome life he’d created for himself. Maybe one day he’d be able to articulate to her just how nice it was having her here the way she was.

Andre kept on getting closer to her until he could just lean in to kiss her, which was exactly what he did. “Next time you can just ask.” He teased, toying with the hem of the shirt on her. He had half a mind to try taking it off her. “It’s a fair assumption, though, since you weren’t wrong.” He admitted, giving her another kiss before he started to make his way towards his room. Sue him for wanting to check if he had any clothes he could throw in with her load.

#ch: andre mercier #andre and diana #ask: andre

[shut-up-caleb]

hE cOuLd Do WhAtEvEr He WaNtEd To Me AnD iD tHaNk HiM

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 4

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Things are starting to pick up but Lee’s still playing low key.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The book club let out on Friday and you quietly packed up your fraying copy of Nabokov, happy you would finally be able to throw it on the shelf and forget about it. As you pulled on your jacket and hooked your bag over your shoulder, Andre, the star of the club, approached you. He wasn’t as curt as Nora but he still made you feel daft.

“Hey, you like the book?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” you answered, “I never really read anything like it before.”

“It’s definitely no Secret Garden,” he quipped.

“Oh, but I read the Bell Jar already, that’s the next book, right?” you countered.

“But did you really read it?” he challenged, “did you soak in the depth of the words?”

“I’m sure my second reading will help with that,” you said plaintively, “I think even, I’ll enjoy it even more.”

“It is more of a woman’s book,” he said tritely, “where are you going now?”

You went to the door and he followed you casually. You walked down the hall and shrugged as your sole tapped on the wooden floorboards.

“Oh…” you stopped yourself from saying no where, “actually, someone’s expecting me.”

“Oh ha, really? I saw those flyers they hand out. That’s one of the tips, say you’re being expected so the creep doesn’t follow you,” he rolled his eyes, “I was just asking, I’m not tryna pick you up or anything.”

You came out in the early spring dusk and stopped at the top of the stone steps. “I know you weren’t, I only… I am supposed to be somewhere.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if you ever need a reading partner--”

A honk came and cut off his invitation. You glanced over at the black and white cruiser then back at Andre. You gave a weak smile.

“Maybe,” you answered, “sorry, that’s my ride.”

“So you’re dad’s a cop?” he wondered.

“My dad?” you shook your head, “he’s… a uh, friend.”

“Friend,” Andre echoed and another honk came, “he’s sure impatient.”

“Sorry, I should go.”

“See ya next week,” he called after you as you stumbled down the stairs.

“Yeah, see ya,” you tossed over your shoulder.

You approached the cruiser and Lee got out to open the door. You got in and waited for him to settle on the other side of the seat. You watched Andre stroll down the pavement and catch up with Van.

“You didn’t have to honk, I saw you,” you said quietly.

“Who was that then?” Lee asked as he steered onto the street.

“Just some guy from the club,” you replied.

“So, shakes?” he asked.

“Can we stop by my dorm first?” you hugged your bag anxiously.

“Why’s that?”

“I want to give you back those clothes, I can’t wear them,” you said.

“What? They’re a gift,” he furrowed his brow but you looked away before he could glance back at you as he stopped at the sign.

“It’s too much and they… they won’t fit me,” you said.

“Well, did you even try them on? You’re young, it’s the new style, I thought--”

“But why would you even think to buy me anything?” you interjected. 

He inhaled and said nothing. His breath rose like a growl as he passed the road that led to your dorm. He switched gears and headed for the south exit of the campus.

“Don’t interrupt me. Ever,” he snarled, “and I was being nice, honey. It’s nothin’ bad, just a gift ‘cause I thought it’d look pretty on ya.”

“It’s not that I’m not, er, grateful, I only--”

“No thank you, no nothing,” he moped, “you really hurt me, girl.”

“No, it’s not like that. I just--”

“Just what? I saw you back there, tryna act like you don’t know me in front of that boy,” he grumbled, “‘cause I’m old, right?”

“We were talking, I was just saying goodbye,” you returned, “I don’t know why you’re being like this-- Can you please turn around and just take me home?”

“You promised me a date,” he huffed, “so we’re going… next time you can wear your new clothes.”

“Date?” you sputtered, “Sheriff, please, I want to go home.”

“My name’s Lee, honey,” he purred, “I wanna hear it on your tongue.”

“Wha--” he snaked his arm over and slid his hand onto your leg, just beneath your bag.

“Go on and say it,” he squeezed, “please.”

You swallowed and stiffened as you stared down at your lap.

“Lee,” you eked out.

“Good girl,” he snickered.

“Please, I don’t want a shake, I want to go--”

“I ain’t done nothing, honey, don’t be so dramatic,” he drew his hand away, “have I?”

You were quiet. He hadn’t really done anything more than be a bit grumpy. The touch was nothing, wasn’t it? Just a friendly gesture, trying to calm you down. And he bought you nice things and expected nothing but you to like it. It really seemed like you’d done something wrong the more you thought about it.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Nah, don’t be, I’m happy as long as you’re here,” he turned off of campus and sped up, “I read that book, you know? Lolita. Made patrol a bit easier. I haven’t read a book for years. It was… interesting.”

“You read it?” you flinched.

“Oh, yeah, it was… the man, Humbert, messin’ with a child, that’s some sickness there,” Lee mulled as he kept his eyes on the road, “don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah,” you answered, “I think it was also about, um, you know, an unreliable narrator and how stories unfold differently for people. How we can experience the same thing but not in the same way… I don’t know.”

“Hmm, yeah, that’s probably it,” he said, “but I just thought, that’s awful. You know, we’re adults, you and me. How old are ya, again?”

“I’ll be nineteen this summer, sir,” you replied.

“See, girls here can marry at sixteen,” he said, “but no twelve year old gettin’ hitched.”

“Oh, well,” you murmured, uncomfortable by his rambling, “can I try the vanilla this time?”

“Vanilla? Sure,” he smiled over the wheel, “think I’ll stick to strawberry, I like the sweet stuff.”

📚

The radio show came to an end and you fumbled with your empty cup. The dread still lingered in your chest. You counted the minutes until you could go home. The milkshake settled like a stone and added to your queasiness. Lee put his cup on his other side and yawned.

“Vanilla good?” he asked.

“Not bad,” you answered as he took the cup from you, “it’s late, hm?”

“Not that late,” he slid across the seat as the radio host picked up after the outro, “so you makin’ friends then?”

“Some,” you said, “just talking about schoolwork and, um, books.”

He was close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him. He pushed his arm over your shoulders and let his hand hang down above your chest. You went rigid and tried to sidle away.

“Sheriff?” you croaked.

“Aw, come on, honey, ain’t nothin’ wrong, just getting close, it’s cold, ain’t it?” his other hand came up and caressed your chin, “I like spending time with you… not havin’ to worry about my radio or criminals, just you.”

“I don’t… I think…” you grabbed his wrist, “I thought…”

“I’m just being nice, I’ll admit, I’ve grown a bit sweet on ya. You’re so pretty and that,” he slipped from your grasped and framed your chin and turned your head, “am I hurtin’ ya?”

“N-no, but I…” your lip quivered. 

Was this how it happened? Maybe every girl felt like this the first time a man was near. You didn’t know, you couldn’t. You stared at him wide-eyed as he leaned in and his breath grazed your lips. You smelled the sugary strawberry flavour.

“This hurt?” he asked as his lips brushed yours.

“No,” you gulped as he pulled you to him.

“And this?” he didn’t wait for an answered before he kissed you.

He pressed his lips to your and sucked on your bottom lip. His teeth nipped lightly and he shoved his tongue against the creased of your mouth until you opened it. You garbled as he filled your mouth and hugged you tighter. You were terrified and confused by the suddenness of it all.

You grunted and pushed on his chest. You turned your head away and gasped as you shoved him harder and he relented. His hand slipped to the bottom of your neck as he looked at you in disappointment. 

“What’sa matter?” he asked.

“I… I wanna go home, it’s late,” you whispered.

“Oh honey, don’t be scared, it’s a date, I’m just kissin’ ya good night.”

“I never… said it was a date,” you mumbled.

“And why not?” he pressed, “you’re an adult, I am too.”

“I don’t… know,” you uttered, “I never… never been on a date so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“I didn’t mean to confuse you, I thought you knew,” he said, “a girl like you, I thought you had plenty of dates.”

You shook your head and chewed your lip. You stared at your shoes and wriggled away from him. You ran your fingertips along your jawline as you huddled against the door.

“Please take me home,” you breathed.

“I didn’t mean nothing by it, I just think you’re very sweet and… beautiful,” he reached out and took your hand gently, “I can go slow.”

“I just don’t know,” you didn’t pull your hand away as he held it.

“Ah, I get it, I’m old, I know it, I ain’t stupid,” he sighed.

“I don’t care about that,” you withdrew and wrung your hands in your lap, “I’m… embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” he repeated.

“That I never… That I don’t know about all that,” you confessed, “but I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“Can I see you tomorrow then?” he asked, “I wanna see your new clothes.”

“Sheriff,” you said.

“Lee,” he corrected sharply.

“Lee,” you hissed, “please, can you take me home?”

“Well, you just needa ask nicely is all,” he pushed himself in front of the wheel and jolted the whole car with the movement, “let’s get ya there all safe and sound and you can rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“I gotta study tomorrow,” you argued.

“You can,” he assured you, “you come study at mine and I’ll make you a nice home cooked dinner, how about that?”

You sniffed and pouted, “sure, if you take me home.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #dark fic #fic #series #laisse tomber les filles #dark!fic #au #college au

[madelineorionswan]

Valentine's Day Challenge 2022.

Day 3: All the Shades of Red

A/N: Day three, is going to be a tad different, but I hope you guys like it. Honestly, these two have my heart and the more I write about them more I'm just daydreaming about them help me XD. Also, westerwyn is the name of a place in Madeline's country Lornesse. Also huge thank you to @lifeofkaze for helping me come up with a suitable title, you truly are amazing.

Warnings: swearing, Ball preparations going crazy, Fluff, fashion slay (Madie is a queen, thanks to Penny and Andre and who can deny that Charlie is exceptionally good looking.)

Summary: As the newly fashioned duke of Westerwyn and the husband of the queen, Charlie's got a lot of responsibilities. And one of the first ones is a ball for valentines day. But let's just say Charlie, isn't the best at dressing up and being all fancy. But he does know how to make something unique. (Royal au! Madeline x Charlie)

"Ugh I give up, Why are there so many engagements?!" Charlie groaned and fell back on the couch in his room.

"Perks of the job love," Madeline joked sarcastically, chuckling.

"Oh common' can't we just cancel for a day," Charlie begged. He really wasn't looking to spend an entire evening with snobbish dignitaries.

"Sorry, Charlie but we need to," Madeline smiled apologetically, "besides you could use the lesson, you have a ball to arrange soon."

Charlie internally face-palmed himself. He had a ball to arrange and he completely forgets about it. Great, just great. Madeline looked at Charlie and noticed that he had suddenly become rather pensive. Madeline smiled, comprehending that he had probably forgotten about the ball and she didn't blame him. He was new to such responsibilities and they certainly weren't the easiest to get used to.

Madeline walked over to Charlie from her end of the room. She hugged him tightly from behind, knowing that it calmed him. And it did, Charlie felt better in an instant. He turned around to face Madeline and kissed her tenderly. It was these few delicate moments that the couple cherished dearly.

"You do know that I believe in you Charles, don't you?" Madeline asked, smiling softly once they both pulled away.

Charlie took a steady breath and nodded, a loving smile on his face.

"I won't let you down love, I promise," Charlie said in affirmation and hugged Madeline tightly.

"I know you won't, you never have and never will," Madeline mumbled into his embrace, smiling softly.

---

"How in the name Merlin's beard am I supposed to get this done by tonight?!?!" Charlie said in a panicked tone.

It was the two days after their previous engagement and after having quite a history lesson on balls and how to arrange them (Jacob proved to be quite good at over-interpreting the dress code and decorations) Charlie might have gone a little... extra on the decor.

And now he was regretting that decision. The staff had placed in the room. Red ribbons, streamers, shipments of rose bouquets all covered the ballroom and Fieldmont castle. And he only had 6 hours to arrange everything and present his first ball as the Duke of Westerwyn.

"It's going to be fine Charles, calm down," Bill said, patting his brother's shoulder.

"How in bloody hell am supposed to calm down Bill," Charlie said, exasperated.

"Charles you're going to hyperventilate, calm down," Bill said. He placed his hands on Charlie's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, "Take deep breaths."

"Right, right, I am panicking and I need to calm down," Charlie took a deep breath and exhaled deeply.

"Now, what are we going to do with the ballroom?" Bill asked looking at the still, empty ballroom.

"Uh, ready it for a ball, isn't that why you are here, to help me?" Charlie quirked a brow.

"Right, right, I thought you knew what to do," Bill spoke, confused.

"Wha- anyways I have no idea what to do but let's just start somewhere I guess" Charlie declared, although still

The two brothers started to sort through the decorations while brainstorming ideas. Charlie was so intent on his work, he didn't notice Madeline enter through the garden entrance.

"I see things are coming along with you two," Madeline said as she looked around the ballroom.

"Oh, Madeline- love- I thought you had left for your duties," Charlie was not expecting to see his wife, especially so late in the morning.

"Don't worry I won't bother you, I was actually leaving but I thought I'd check up on you two," Madeline chuckled. She noticed Charlie's offset shirt collar and shook her head amusedly. She walked closer to him and folded his collar properly, ignoring the fact that she was blushing ever so slightly.

Charlie blushed as red as his hair. He always did when she did that. There were a couple seconds of comfortable silence. Madeline patted his chest and softly whispered "done" once she was done and moved away from him a little.

"Right, now if you need help-

"Yeah we actually need some help," Bill interrupted Madeline, "Charles and I were wondering what to do with the ballroom and-"

"What Bill here meant to say was that we've got everything under control, you just have a great day love." Charles quickly covered Bill's mouth and smiled at his wife, who had a very amused expression on her face.

"Right," Madeline raised a brow not believing Charlie, "Just so you know, if you need help, call Penny or Rowan. They'll help you."

"Thank you, Madeline," Bill said after prying off Charlie's hand over his mouth.

Madeline chuckled amusedly. And with that, she left for her regular duties, leaving a very flushed Charlie.

"What was that for Bill?!" Charlie whisper yelled.

"Wha- I just asked for help from her, she's the queen, I'm pretty sure she was glad to help Charles," Bill said incredulously.

"It's not that Bill, this is something I'm supposed to do on my own, not annoy her with more responsibilities," Charlie sighed.

"I understand Charles, but if we just continue on moping we're going to get nothing done," Bill said.

"Right, I'll call Penny and Rowan," Charlie got up and went inside to find them. Hopefully, it could only get better from here.

---

"You really know nothing do you, Charlie," Penny said amusedly when she saw the barren ballroom.

"But don't you worry, I've gotten a 4 feet tall checklist about everything required to get this place in tip-top shape," Rowan stated confidently.

"Thank you so much you two, and yes Penny I have no idea what I'm doing," Charlie said. Now with Rowan and Penny under control, he felt much more confident.

"Brilliant, now where do we begin?" Bill asked, moving aside the wreaths of myrtle that Penny had hoarded.

"We start by getting you out of here," Rowan said pointing at Charlie, who had a deer in the headlights look.

"Wait-what-WHY?" Charlie asked.

"Charlie, you do know, that you have other engagements? You're just supposed to drop by from time to time and check but not be there all the time," Penny said.

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked, still unsure.

"Yes, now go ahead and attend other things," Rowan pushed Charlie out of the room and shut the door behind his back.

"Well, I guess I'll just do the other stuff," Charlie shrugged, feeling confident that his friends and brother had everything under control.

Charlie then proceeded to inspect the food, (VERY delicious if he said so himself), checking the guest list and arranging for his suit. He then studied some of Darwin's books on evolution. Charlie did occasionally think about checking on his friends but every time he went there, he was drawn aside by staff.

Charlie sighed and looked at the clock. They still had 2 1/2 hours before the ball began. Charlie got up and snuck downstairs to check on his friends, Once he reached the hallway, he heard talking and loud crashing sounds. Charlie panicked when he distinctly heard Penny scream and burst through the door.

Charlie's eyes widened in shock when he saw the state of the room. Flowers and ribbons were scattered everywhere, rosebuds and myrtle sprigs were bestrewn everywhere. And worst of all, the portrait of the first king of Lornesse, was in shreds and the frame had a giant crack.

"What-what happened?" Charlie asked, his voice an incredulous whisper.

"Sorry, Charlie, I thought about bringing some curtains and hanging them but then according to Rowan the angle was wrong and when we tried to fix it, it all went wrong and this happened," Penny said meekly.

"Yes well, it was placed incorrectly, but we're really sorry Charles," Rowan apologised. Bill too hung his head low.

Charlie sighed, "It's not your fault, things happen."

Charlie sat down on a box and buried his face in his hands and groaned. Bill placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Common' Charles don't give up, I'm sure you can come up with something," he encouraged, but Charles just let out another sigh.

"How am I supposed to do anything Bill, we messed up everything and the ball is in like 2 hours, we don't have enough time," Charles said exasperatedly.

Rowan and Penny shared a look. Penny walked up to Charlie and patted his back. Rowan looked around and her eyes landed on the garden outside. Her face lit up as a bright idea came to her head.

"Charles, we can move this ball outside!" Rowan said excitedly.

Charlie, Bill and Penny looked at Rowan questioningly, not exactly sure what she meant.

"Well, it's obvious isn't it, an outdoor garden party, for the new duke who loves animals and the outdoors, it's perfect and it won't take too long for us to prepare."

Charlie's face brightened, "That's a brilliant idea, Rowan! You're an absolute genius!"

The four of them carried out the supplies with the help of the staff and started their work. This time Charlie was determined not to let anyone mess up. Not even himself. He worked intently on every detail of the party. Penny, Rowan and Bill shared smiling glances at each other when they saw Charlie, dedicated in his work.

While everyone was busy putting up the lanterns and roses, they heard a knock coming from the ballroom door. Charlie rushed to open the door and saw Madeline standing there. He panicked and shut the door behind him.

"Oh uh hey love what're you doing here ?" Charlie asked, trying to be calm.

"Oh just checking up on the work, everyone should be here in about an hour so," Madeline craned her neck to get a peek inside, but Charlie quickly covered her line of vision. Madeline decided not to bring up the context and just smiled at Charlie.

"Alright, I'll see you in an hour handsome," Madeline said and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Yeah. I'll see you too beautiful," Charlie whispered dreamily before Madeline left.

"Looks like you're whipped mate," Charlie quickly turned around and saw Bill smirking at the nearby door. Charlie blushed lightly but quickly cleared his throat and walked outside, completely ignoring Bill. Bill chuckled, shaking his head amusedly before following his brother outside.

Within minutes the ballroom looked like a red and pink romantic wonderland. Charlie felt proud of his friends and himself when he saw their finished creation.

"Looks like this is going to be a big hit," Charlie said and high five his brother.

"WAIT we forgot the most important part!" Penny screeched, "We forgot to get you three ready!!"

Penny didn't waste a second and dragged the three very confused people upstairs to their rooms within minutes she worked her magic and got all of them ready, although not without protest about neckties from Charlie.

---

"And now for his Royal Highness the Duke of Westerwyn, Charles Weasley."

Charlie entered the ballroom and adjoining garden and he felt absolute pride. The ballroom had been cleared and looked much better than before, but the garden was the real magic. The lights lit up the garden with reds and pinks giving it a mystical and romantic aura. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

"And now for her imperial majesty, Queen Madeline," Charlie heard the announcer state and he turned around. The moment he did so, his breath was taken away. Madeline looked like an absolute queen, not that she didn't every day.

She wore a simple lace burgundy dress and a simple diamond and platinum tiara. She also wore a ruby and diamond necklace from Garrards that he had gifted her. But what most attracted him was her beautiful smile. Charlie almost forgot to breathe with how beautiful his wife looked.

The moment Madeline made eye contact with Charlie, her breath hitched in her throat. Oh wow, she thought, he looks so good. Charlie was wearing a burgundy coloured suit with his shirt peeking a little above his chest. His usually unruly ginger curls were slightly tamed largely thanks to Penny, although clearly, Charlie had messed with them. And oh his lovable face, something she loved to hold and kiss and caress. To Madeline, charlie looked irresistible.

Once in the middle of the room, Charlie walked up to Madeline. He placed a kiss on her hand, making some young ladies giggle in the room.

"You look quite dashing this evening," Madelin teased.

"And you look even more divine love," Charlie winked making Madeline blush profusely.

And then the festivities began. Couples danced in the beautifully lit garden as everyone enjoyed good food and a good time.

"Looks like the ball was a success, love," Madeline said, swirling a glass of wine in her hand.

"O-of course it was! What do you mean?" Charlie stuttered, although trying to appear calm.

"You do know this room has a back door here," Madeline tilted her head, pointing at a door shrouded in vines of ivy.

Charlie feigned a gasp, "You wound me, love, I thought you trusted me."

"It was just a peek nothing more, besides I trust you with my heart," Madeline chuckled.

Charlie and Madeline both burst out laughing. Charlie then picked her up unexpectedly making Madeline gasp.

"Charles Weasley put me down this instant," Madeline tried to keep her voice and laughs quiet and she was failing miserably.

"Not until you promise to not spy on me, love," Charlie teased.

"Fine fine I won't," Madeline huffed. And just as he promised Charlie set her down.

"I love you so much, Madeline," Charlie whispered lovingly.

"I love you too Charles, more than anything," Madeline whispered and the two kissed under the moonlight.

And what about the portrait you may ask? Well Charlie'll explain everything later, for now, he had Madeline in his arms and that's all he could ask for. They really were a blushing couple.

#harry potter #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #fanfiction #hp fanfic #madeline orionswan #valentines day 2022 #valentine challenge 2022 #Fanfic #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x oc #rowan khanna #Bill wealsey #wizarding world #royal au #royalty au

[iloveitwhen]

Would you be willing for some fluff damianette ?

This was in my WIPs for the. longest. time. I hope this is fluffy enough!

Marinette with Alya, Nino, and Adrien were at the beach near Gotham University on a nice summer day. Alya and Adrien were visiting Nino and Marinette before school started again and they all agreed to head to the beach. It was a rare sunny day and knowing Gotham the weather would be back to doom and gloom tomorrow so they scrapped their plans for the day and were decked out in swimming trunks, bikinis, summer dresses, and sunglasses headed straight for the ice cream. 

“Eh, not as good as Andre’s,” Alya complained but Adrien, who had a look of pure ecstasy at his cherry and blueberry serving retorted, 

“It doesn’t even matter though, cause ice cream is ice cream and nothing can stop me from devouring this tasty tasty treat,” he said with an almost evil look on his face causing them to all laugh at him, he ignored them and focused only on carefully consuming his treat. 

They wandered along the boardwalk looking for an open spot on the beach when Nino stopped the group. 

“Hey Marinette, isn’t that the guy you hang out with?” he pointed further down the walkway to a taller dark haired man with deep tan skin holding up a poster. 

“Oh yeah! I want to introduce you guys, come on.” She began heading over to the boy with the others following close behind until she was about twenty feet away then she abruptly stopped. 

Alya lightly bumped into her and cursed under her breath but Marinette was too staring at something in shock. Her jaw was practically on the ground and Alya quickly snatched the ice cream in her hand before it fell to the ground as well. 

“Girl, what? Are you ok?” Alya followed her gaze to the boy Marinette wanted to introduce them to and she stifled a laugh. The boy’s poster read:

Kiss me, I’m desperate.

---

No way. 

No way.

Marinette could not believe Damian fricken Wayne was standing in front of the beach holding a poster that said kiss me i’m desperate. What bet did he lose? Damian never loses bets. This is precisely why Damian doesn’t lose bets. Because his brothers do this to him. 

Damian looked extremely uncomfortable but still had his scowl that warded off most teens who found him attractive, not the ones who were closer to their age though. She watched in utter fascination as a girl approached him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek to which Damian stiffened and scowled even deeper, admittedly her stomach flipped uncomfortably and her chest tightened. Apparently she didn’t like when other people kiss Damian. 

“Holy shit” she says softly, ignoring the others’ shock at her use of a curse word and instead swivels around looking for his brothers hoping she’d recognize them by Damian’s description of them alone. She spots three rather attractive men varying in age, the youngest was lean with long hair and looked tired, probably Drake, the tallest had a tuft of white hair, definitely Todd, and by order of elimination the third would be Grayson. She contemplated what to do, force them to end Damian’s embarrassment or join in the teasing for a bit. She decided to approach Damian first seeing as the brothers didn’t know who she was given Damian’s paranoia. She stood directly in front of Damian while the others stayed back for a bit to watch the show. 

“Hey Damian.” His head shot up from looking at his watch and a dark shade of red cascaded onto his cheeks. 

“Dupain-Cheng,” he said crisply, trying with all his might to sound like his dignity wasn’t being torn to shreds. 

“Watcha doing?” she asked casually, biting her lip to keep from smiling. 

“I have unfortunately made a wrong calculation and lost a bet.” 

“Aaaand what was the bet?” He huffed and looked away, still dutifully holding his sign up. 

“How long it would take my father to notice the increasing amount of rubber ducks appearing throughout the manor. I overestimated his detecting capabilities.” Marinette’s raised an eyebrow, 

“Really?” 

“Yes. And I still have-” he checks his watch, “-forty six minutes and eleven seconds left.” He looks back up to find Marinette holding back a smile. “Does my predicament amuse you Dupain-Cheng?” 

“Yes.” She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture before putting it back and continues, “so is there another way out of your so-called predicament or will you have to stand there for forty five minutes holding that sign, which I might add doesn’t look good on you, Wayne.” Damian scowls at her. 

“Rude. Yes there is another way but it’s not like I would let it happen anyway, so I will stand here for the next forty five minutes and forty six seconds.” 

“Are you going to tell me? Maybe I can help out.” Damian looked past her and leveled a glare at his brothers. 

“To get out of this… embarrassment, they have ordered me to get kissed… on the lips or stand here for a complete hour, there is no limit of cheek kisses,” he brings his gaze back to her, he isn’t glaring anymore but the slight scowl remains, “And I refuse to have a complete stranger get anywhere near me like that and I highly doubt you’d like to “help me” with that.” Her stomach fluttered and she grinned. She did find herself daydreaming about “helping” him lately and faked an interested look after glancing back at his brothers and giving them a small wave. 

“Well, Damian Wayne, I would love to help you out if you would allow me to.” She crosses her arms, a clear challenge. Damian gapes at her, scowl forgotten and lips parted in shock, which just made her eyes linger on that part of his face for a bit too long. 

“Seriously?” he asked before suddenly straightening his back and clearing his throat. “There is no need to take pity on me, Dupain-Cheng.” 

“No no no, I want to.” She nods her head in affirmation, she was extremely nervous of being rejected and his reaction wasn’t a great sign but even if he didn’t like her like that they could always think of it as a favor from a friend.  

Damian continues to stare at her and narrowed his gaze contemplating his options. Marinette began to fidget when he finally spoke up. 

“Ok.” 

“Ok?” Marinette was honestly a little surprised but Damian nodded his head. 

“Ok,” he confirmed. Marinette smiled and held out her hands for the poster which he gave her hesitantly while glancing at his brothers then snapping his head back to her when he hears ripping. 

“HEY!” Marinette looks over her shoulder to find Todd leading the other two boys, all red in the face, to Damian and Marinette. She gave them an innocent smile and turned back to Damian. 

“It’s now or never Dames,” she reaches up, grabbing his collar and tugs him down. 

His lips were as soft as she imagined and the kiss was even more exhilarating than she ever hoped. Before she could pull away Damian deepened the kiss and pulled her towards him, setting her stomach fluttering again at his actions. 

When they pulled back they were both breathing a little shorter trying to make up for the lost oxygen and beating hearts. 

Marinette laughed lightly, “Well, Wayne, I didn’t know you were that desperate.” 

“My hand was forced.” 

“To my waist?” she teased, she wanted to kiss him again but she didn’t know if it was appropriate. 

“What the FU-”

“Jason!” Dick admonishes. 

“No, really, what the FU-”

“Alya!” Adrien admonishes. 

#daminette #maribat #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #im clever #hand was forced #to the waist #asks #my asks #wip? not here 💪 #only finished works #as long as you ignore my 100 wips #theyre invisible

[oscarofversailles]

Fersen and Oscar

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I have always found it shallow and somewhat sexist when Fersen rejects Oscar based on her appearance. In the manga, he tells her that things might have been different between them “had he known she was a woman the first time he saw her”. I found that a mean thing to say to Oscar, given that Fersen obviously knew how much Oscar’s career mattered to her. It also speaks something about his own shallowness, which one can attribute to the stuffy pretentious society they were in. Oscar is beautiful, capable, strong, confident, noble at heart and a very kind individual. It always bothered me that Fersen couldn’t see that just because she never wore a dress. I believe that Oscar came to the same conclusion in the end and was able to finally see that Fersen wasn’t really the man she thought: he was as shallow as the rest of them, which is why she was able to let go of her love for him and subsequently leave Versailles. Perhaps she finally realized that no matter how much power her position had given her, no one really saw her as the person she wanted to be seen as. But who was the person she wanted to be seen as? And who was she, really? In pursuit of these questions that she had begun asking herself, Oscar’s first instinct was to decide to live her life as a man. After all, if everyone (aka Fersen) sees her as a man and nothing else, then so be it. Of course, we all know the disastrous consequences this decision had on her relationship with Andre. I think this was a huge turning point for her character in the manga/anime and could be seen as a symbolism for the revolution itself. A small realization that challenges the status quo can snowball and have massive repercussions that can drastically change the course of events in a violent way (i.e. Andre’s violent outburst in this case). So, in the end, Fersen’s rejection could be seen as the beginning of Oscar’s awakening. The beginning of her liberation.

In Chapter 5 of my fanfic Cinderella Man (FF.net or AO3), I wanted to follow in that theme as well and make Fersen a catalyst to her awakening. Furthermore, I wanted to give him a different perspective on Oscar that could redeem him. What if Fersen paused to contemplate Oscar for a bit? What would she represent to him? In the end, I could not make Fersen fall in love with her but I wanted him to experience something towards her that most characters, except for Fersen, in the manga/anime have experienced towards Oscar: she was their dream. Everyone sees Oscar in the way that they want to see her. She embodies many characters’ hopes, dreams and fantasies (more on this topic in-depth later). For Fersen, I thought she would embody a partner who was equal to him, accessible, exciting and with whom he could share his adventures.

As for Oscar, I always thought her love for Fersen was very juvenile. Unlike her attraction to other men later on in life, there was never any hint of her feelings towards Fersen to be sexual in nature. Her obsession with him is almost akin to a modern day’s obsession with an idol or a pop star or celebrity: an unattainable dream. The problem was that she stayed in that dream for far too long. So, of course, as with other fanfics out there, I really wanted to jolt her awake. Instead of having her heart broken, I wanted her to experience Fersen in a more intimate way. What would have happened if Fersen had indeed kisses Oscar? Even though the story has a Cinderella theme to it, Fersen’s kiss would be a lot like the Prince kissing Snow White. Oscar would finally wake up and realize, “well, he’s not really the man of my dreams.” And isn’t that what we all would have wanted to scream at her through the screen or the page of the manga?!

Fersen’s wish at the end of my chapter mirrors the kind of thing I would have wanted to say to her:

Oh Oscar, if there is one thing I want for you, it is for you to free yourself. To be able to love and be loved. Run, Oscar. Leave this place while you can. Au revoir mon amie.

#rose of versailles #axel von fersen #lady oscar

[youngjusticestories]

Jealous Much

I've been binge watching a lot of my favorite old shows from when I was growing up and I came across a scene from episode 19 of Victorious. The scene was when Andre, Cat, Beck, and Jade were at a new karaoke place when two girls started flirting with the boys and Jade got jealous and challenged them to a singing battle. I got inspired from that and wrote this based on it. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Word Count: 2134

"Come on (Y/n), were going to be late." You heard Dick call from downstairs where he was waiting for you finish getting ready to meet up with Wally and Artemis. "Are you ever patient with anything you do with me Dick?" You asked him playfully while coming down the stairs ready to get going.

"Most likely not because of how much time you always take to get ready for small things." He said with a smug smirk appearing on his face. "Its not my fault that It is not easy for me to look good with as much little effort as you." Dick put a hand to his heart and pretended to act offended by your comment.

You rolled your eyes at him and made your way towards the front door with Dick following right behind you. He opened the door for you while grabbing the car keys from out of his leather jacket's pocket. "Guessing by the time we get to the place Wally has already eaten everything they have on the menu."

"Probably knowing him, he would have done it in the first 5 minutes of being there." He said before bending down to kiss you on the head softly. "Let's hope Artemis can stop him from eating that much then." You said getting in Dick's brand new car.

The both of you drove to the location for a much needed day off with Artemis and Wally from the hero work. You loved helping people but sometimes you need a break from everything that is going on in your life right now.

"How are things going at Wayne Enterprises?" You asked him out of curiosity from him know being the new CEO of the company. "Things are going very smoothly but I feel like I have big shoes to fill since Bruce retired so early."

You gave Dick a reassuring smile as he continued his drive to the the brand new restaurant all four of you have wanted to check out since seeing the opening a few weeks ago when catching up with one another. Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that you phone had started to buzz in your right hand.

"Hey babe, you might want to check who is calling you at the moment." Dick said trying to regain your attention while still having his eyes straight on the road driving. You snapped out of your very thoughts and looked down to see Artemis's caller ID shine bright across your phone screen while still buzzing from you not answering the call.

You pressed the green answer button and brought your phone to your ear but flinched when you heard Artemis basically screaming at you through the speaker. "(Y/n) where are you and Dick we have been waiting for you guys to arrive here for the last 15 minutes straight!" Artemis sounded very annoyed with you and Dick just from her tone of voice when she was using to speak with you.

"We're stuck in traffic right now, but I promise we will get there in the next 10 minutes." You said with a promising tone in your voice. "You better be because i don't know how much longer I can hold Wally off from swallowing this whole place." Once she finished that sentence you could hear Wally say something about how rude Artemis was for saying that about him. The call ended after that  and you went to looking out of the window of the car.

"(Y/n) we're here now so lets get going before Artemis comes outside and beats our asses for being late." Dick said while trying to shake you to get out of your daydreaming and get out of the car. "Oh sorry, I didn't notice." You replied to him while quickly shutting the car door behind you.

When you were both at the front door Dick took the handle and opened it for you while saying "Here you are my precious lady." You started to giggle at his playfulness and decided to play along with his little game. "Why thank you my good sir" You said while pretending to courtesy to him for his actions. Both of you only got a few steps into the place before spotting Wally and Artemis already at the booth all of you reserved for the rest of day.

"There you guys are I thought you both would never arrive here by the the time (Y/n) said you would be here soon because she always lies about that." Wally said to you while never taking his eyes off his own menu looking at all of the food options. "And I see you still won't change Wally." You said while rolling your eyes at his terrible comment at you.

All of you took your seats and decide what you wanted to order for your meal. "i am gonna go get the drinks what do you all you want to drink?" Artemis asked everyone at the table. "I'll take a water" Dick said rather quickly knowing exactly what he wanted. "I will have one too" Wally pitched in on what he wanted to drink with his meal.

You were looking at the menu, but nothing you could see was what you wanted for a drink so you Artemis "Can I go with you to see if there are any drinks I would like?" Artemis said yes so the both of you went to the drink stand to see what the place had to offer for the moment of time.

"Dick can you explain now since the girls are gone now why you and (Y/n) can never make it to a place on time?" Wally asked while glancing at his phone from time to time. "You know how (Y/n) is when getting ready to go." Dick said with a look that says she is killing me with that habit of hers. "Yeah I know how she is but you love her no matter what happens." Wally said with a bright smile showing on his face.

"Yeah (Y/n) really is amazing and I love her but man she kills me sometimes, but I'm guessing you have your fair share of pet peeves when your dating Artemis yourself." Dick said giving him a very questioning look at his redhead best friend. "Don't you even get me started on her, she drives me crazy but that's what I love about her." The boys went on with their conversation while having no idea of being watched by some ladies across the room from them.

"Oh my god Amelia look over at those two guys at that table they look so hot!" Rosa gushed to her friend about how hot those guys were that she never even spoke to. "I know I see that Rosa but that guy with dark raven hair looks yummy to me." Amelia said before taking a sip of her coke from her glass. "I know but just look at that redhead he looks like he knows what to do when we are along together." Rosa added a playful wink to her comment as Amelia choked on her drink after hearing what her friend just said to her.

"Rosa control yourself we are in a public building with people around us at every corner you look at." Amelia scolded her friend on her inappropriate behavior when dining out to a place to eat. "Your no better Amelia with you saying about how yummy a guy is without even ever meeting him before" Rosa shot back at her friend's scolding.

The two friends constantly went back and forth for a few minutes before finally decided to talk to the the guys both of them were staring at from earlier. "What happens if they reject us Amelia in front of everyone here that's eating?" Rosa said while panicking about the worst results that could happen to the both of them.

"Nothing will wrong I promise just look at how hot we both are those guys won't be able to take their off us for the rest of the day." Amelia said trying to reassure her friend about talking to them. "I know but maybe we just don't go up to them after all." Rosa said while slopping down in her seat. "Come on when are we ever gonna see guys this hot ever again this is our chance we can't screw it up, Rosa." Amelia declared by dragging Rosa over to the two guys sitting at their table having a conversation.

Wally could see from the angle he was at while talking to Dick could see two girls looking the same age as them coming over to their booth. "Oh shit Dick I think some girls are coming over to us right now." Wally said in a very low whisper trying not to draw attention to himself. "Why does this always happen when will all go out in public and where are (Y/n) and Artemis right now?" Dick groaned out.

"Just go for it Rosa nothing will go wrong just come along." Amelia said when she finally finished Rosa over to the guy's table. Both of the girls saw the two guys stop their conversation together and went to look at the strangers right in front of their table. The two girls sat down next to both of them without even saying a word to them.

Artemis and you were walking back from the drink stand with all your guys drinks and saw two girls putting there hands all over Wally and Dick." I'm going to kill wally when I get over there." Artemis said with a glare on her face while still walking over to the table. The closer you got to the table you could see how uncomfortable Dick was in this moment. You have always know Dick to be a sweet caring person and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings so you know how he was feeling.

"We're back with the drinks you two." You said calmly as you could after seeing what is going on right now with your boyfriend and a random girl. You and Artemis set the drinks on the table with the girls still touching Wally and Dick. "Excuse could you move so I can have my seat back?" You asked politely to the girl was glaring daggers at you from where you were standing up.

"No I'm sorry I started to get to know this handsome man over here" She purred out in a sultry tone trying to seduce Dick. You started to laugh at her actions because you know Dick would never leave you because he follows you like a lost puppy everywhere you go. Both of the girls gave you a weird looking but went back to trying to seduce the boys.

"You better get your hands off my boyfriend in the 5 minutes or you won't have hands anymore." Artemis said giving a very threatening look to the girl who was roaming her hands all over Wally and she didn't like it one bit.  "If I don't what are you gonna do about it blondie." Rosa almost shouted at Artemis.

You could tell that Artemis was furious at the comment she just heard about herself. It was one thing to touch her boyfriend but if you make a comment about her hair fists are about to be flying in this place. "No need to get angry right now lets just get our seats back and we can all just forget this ever happened" You said trying to calm down Artemis from how pissed off she was.

The Rosa girl that was sitting next to Wally went running from the table because of how afraid she was of Artemis. The way Dick pushed the girl out of the booth was the funniest  thing you saw since the last time Bruce tripped down the stairs of the bat cave.You could hear mutter under her breath about how much of a bitch you guys were.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and catching up with one another. When you and Dick were heading out of the door you were pulled by the air and brought into a passionate kiss on his soft lips. "You should be jealous more it looks beautiful on you." Dick said smugly pulling you over to the car with a very red blush coating your cheeks.

#nightwing #nightwingimagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #young justice #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #richard grayson

[londonhalcyon]

How I would have written the “An Enchanted Kiss” sidequest if I wanted it to fit within The Mad Witch canon:

(If you want to use any of these ideas in your own fic, let me know, because I would love to read that!)

It starts off fairly typically, probably around fifth or sixth year. Flitwick is holding auditions for Equinox Enchanted, and since a play is something new and different, Lily, Merula, and many others all decide to give it a try. At first, everyone assumes the lead roles will be of opposite gender, because this is a romance after all, so Lily and Merula think they are competing against each other for a part, which of course prompts some sparring between them.

However, Flitwick shocks everyone by announcing that Lily will play the role of the Spring Nymph and Merula will play the role of the Winter Sprite. According to him, they had the best chemistry during auditions (and he also loves Enemies to Lovers, not that he would admit that). While both Lily and Merula demonstrate some discomfort with this announcement, Merula is absolutely furious, because her love interest can’t be a girl.

Flitwick tries to assuage their concerns by saying things such as “Gender doesn’t matter as much as the story they’re telling,” “The gender of the actors historically hasn’t always matched the gender of the characters,” and “Besides, nymphs and sprites are genderless!” (He’s not one hundred percent certain about that last one, but he says it anyway.) Merula isn’t convinced, but when Lily offers to step down and let a guy take her place, Merula balks at this as well, not wanting Lily’s charity. They ultimately agree to share the spotlight, albeit with much trepidation.

Rehearsals do not have a great start. Besides a number of disasters that keep happening behind the scenes with the costumes and set pieces, Lily and Merula experience a significant amount of frustration while trying to work together. Merula takes many of the lines personally, especially those written for her character, which prompts her to lash out. While rehearsing a major argument between the nymph and the sprite, she becomes upset and storms out.

Lily follows her to the courtyard to ask what’s wrong, and Merula reveals that her part feels like an insult and that she’s tired of being portrayed as the villain. As a result, Lily offers to switch roles, with Merula playing the Spring Nymph and Lily playing the Winter Sprite instead. Merula agrees, and Lily goes to talk with Flitwick about it. Flitwick is hesitant to agree since it isn’t what he had in mind and they would also have to relearn their lines. However, since it is early enough in production and since Lily (being his favorite Ravenclaw) is persuasive, he allows it.

Progress is made, although rehearsals are still a challenge. There is still the occasional disaster that needs to be dealt with, and Flitwick’s expectations are a bit much. Most emotionally challenging is the role reversal, as Merula finds herself struggling to act differently than she normally does, and Lily has to access negative feelings that she normally keeps buried. Overall, though, the experience proves enlightening, and both girls end up learning about each other.

By some miracle, they make it to the night of the play, which is set in the Great Hall. Badeea manages to convince Flitwick to cut down on the number of sets, Andre manages to simplify the costumes enough to finish them in time, and students are recruited to play the woodland creatures in place of teaching knarls to dance. It is all set to be an amazing performance.

And it is. Everyone is stunned to see Merula dance around the stage as the cheerful and lively Spring Nymph, but she somehow fits right into the role. And they are even more stunned to see Lily storm around as the fierce and angry force of nature that is the Winter Sprite, but her performance is so believable that it’s terrifying. Above all, Flitwick is right: the girls do have a chemistry like no other. The way they fight and flirt and banter (and even waltz together) throughout the play is enchanting, and the audience is enthralled.

When it reaches the final act and it is time for the kiss scene, which is supposed to be a brief brush of the lips, Merula goes for it. Caught up in what is a highly emotionally-charged moment, she pulls Lily into a very real, very passionate kiss. Lily is surprised but stays in character and goes with it (and, hey, it isn’t half-bad either). There are a few gasps and heckles from the audience, but as the Winter Sprite “melts away” (really, Merula just casts a Disillusionment Charm on Lily) and the Spring Nymph finishes her final, mournful soliloquy, there is an enthusiastic applause.

As the leads take a bow, Dumbledore gives them a wink, to Lily’s confusion and Merula’s mortification. After the play, Lily exclaims, “Wow, Merula, that was brilliant acting!” Out loud, Merula agrees with a snarky comment, but internally her response is more along the lines of, “Haha, ‘acting,’ yeah…” Needless to say, it takes a while before her interactions with Lily stop feeling awkward after that.

#the mad witch #hphm #merula x mc #merula snyde #hogwarts mystery

[gufettogrigio]

For the Christmas prompts. Sam/Jev/Andre with Mistletoe please 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Mistletoe

Christmas Challenge 6/25 🎄: Sam/Jev/André

"A pair of high heels would help"

Why did Sam choose a smug German as a partner? He could have just found a nice girl, who would share in his small bean struggles and not make fun of him while Sam is trying and failing not to flail like a fi- fuck! Ok. Fuck. The gravel hurts. Ouch. So much for not doing anything as embarrassing as listing sideways and toppling over in front of André.

The bike is a prototype - fully electric and all sleek lines of black and neon bright aqua green. Sam has been dying to try it since it got delivered. It's just that...well, their engineers clearly felt the need to try and compensate for Jaguar losing the constructors or something.

"Tell me again why you are the one testing this?" - André laughs, leaning against the garage door.

With a huff, Sam stands back up and pulls the bike upright again. "Because Mitch dropped it on his foot."

Which is in no way a comment on Mitch's driving abilities and more one on the stability of this bike. Or the size of the people it's catered to. Sam can't reach the ground on both sides, not even on his tiptoes.

"I'm just going to take it out on the back road. " - he says, reaching for his helmet. If you can't stand still, go fast, no?

André hums. "Let us know if you tip over in a ditch."

Sam is categorically not going to tip over in a ditch, thank you very much. Or admit he has if he does, anyway.

"Kiss good luck?" - André asks, just as Sam is about to pull the helmet down.

There's an easy answer to that and André doesn't really wait for one anyway. He crosses the few steps between them and the door in two long strides and Sam feels something flutter in his chest. It's silly: he should be past his insecurity about Andre, past the slightly nauseous feeling he used to have when they first started, past the little voice in his head that told him that Andre didn’t really like him, that he was just tolerating him out of love for Jev. And he is, mostly, but oh, it helps so much to set off the butterflies in his belly when Andre initiates, when he offers first and puts two fingers under Sam's chin, tilting his face up, swooping down to meet him halfway.

And Sam strains on instinct, to the very tip of his toes, his chin tipping up willingly to follow the caress of André's fingers. He can almost taste André's lips already, his eyes slipping shut...

With a chuckle, André straightens to his full height. Sam almost topples over.

It's like a bucket of cold water.

André's blue eyes are sparkling with laughter and any other day Sam wouldn't mind. He can see the completely enamoured look on the German's face, he can see the mischief in the quirk of his lips, the one that Sam loves so much. But for some reason today...today…between the bike and the kiss Sam is just...coming up short. It's stupid, he shouldn't...he knows André didn't…

"Right. Fine." - he grumbles, while André is still chuckling - "Suit yourself."

Sam slips his helmet on, starts the bike and rides off. It really sucks because an electric motor makes no noise: he can still hear André calling after him.

*

Coming back home after a fight is not nice. Sam has driven until the main road and then decided he didn't give a shit about the tyres and took the dirt trail along the fields. It's such a childish thing to get upset over - he can't just magically grow 20 centimetres.

...can't he?

*

"You are back" - André calls out, standing up from the table in the kitchen when Sam walks in - "Sam, listen…"

"Nope"

"I didn't…"

Sam doesn't listen. He grabs André instead, hands warm on his elbows and pulls him into the sitting room. "Stay here" - he says, pointing a warning finger at the confused German now standing in the doorway.

Jev is in the sitting room too, curled up like an oversized cat on the couch. He blinks at Sam, confused, when the tiny Brit marches right past him and towards the bookshelf.

They don't own that many books, between the three of them and the majority are paperbacks acquired in airports or sports biographies which don't really work for what Sam has in mind. He goes for the magazines instead and an old phone book of Yellow Pages that has miraculously escaped the recycling bin. Sam grabs them all and marches himself back to André. The German is still there, standing in wait with a mildly amused, mildly terrified expression on his face.

“What are you…?”

Sam drops his stack of paper on the floor. “Look up.”

Andrè’s face tilts up and then he’s laughing which is quite all right because now Sam can tip his head back down and kiss the laughter from his lips, tip toes on his pile of magazines and YellowPages. Above them the branch of fresh mistletoe glistens in golden glitter.

*

(Kissing Jev is much easier because the lazy git doesn’t want to get up which means Sam, André and mistletoe branch all just collectively relocate on top of him on the couch.)

#christmas challenge #tiny fic #sam/jev/andre #I have another mistletoe request so tomorrow it will be mistletoe 2: the revenge😉 #@wolfsbanesbite I hope you like it💚

[sweettomyhoney]

Soccer Team -Andre Burakovsky

Request: No.

Authors note: Another old writing 🙂

Warning: None

Ps: Request are open

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Since Hockey season was over for Andre this meant soccer season started for you. You were the coach for the boys’ pre teen soccer league that was part of the local high school. You played soccer from a young age but it was nothing too serious, just something you did for fun.

“ Hey Andre, I was going to head to the field early,” you said walking into yours and Andres shared bedroom.

“Oh Babe, I wanted to talk to you about that” Andre said darting in from the bathroom

“I was wondering if I could come with you today and maybe help you out” Andre continued

“I’m completely fine with you coming, but sorry to break this to you but you suck at soccer, ” you said laughing.

“I do not suck at soccer, I think I’m pretty good a juggling” he protested

“Yes you are good at juggling, but the last time we went to visit your family you got crossed up, and almost broke your ankle when you played with the neighborhood kids ” you responded.

“Hey, I have to admit that kid was pretty good,” he said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Andre, the kid was your 6-year-old next door neighbor that started playing a week before we visited.” You said to bringing him in for a kiss.

“He was a natural,” Andre said walking over to the bed to put his shoes on.

“Anyway, I think the boys would enjoy having you around. We better get going or we are going to be late” you said looking at the clock on the wall.

It took about 15 minutes to get to the high school’s soccer field. Andre got the bags out of the car and helped you set up the cones for the first drill.

A few minutes later the boys started to show up.

“ Guys, what I want you to do is to gear up and then pop a squat on the 50-yard, line, I have a surprise for you guys.” You said to them

“ Coach y/l/n what’s the surprise,” one of your kids asked you.

“ Well, it would not be a surprise if I told you Jake know would it ?” You responded with a smile.

Andre was getting the final things out of the car when you finally got all of your players in a circle.

“ Boys settle down, I have something important to say,” you said over their talking

“ Today we have someone that will be joining us who is very important to you and to me, but first I have a question. how many of yall play hockey or watch hockey?” You asked.

Over half of the team raised their hands. You were about to continue speaking when you saw your team’s eyes get very wide and their mouths drop open. At this point, you knew that they were looking at Andre.

“ Coach y/l/n, I got the ball bag out of the car, can we start practicing now,” Andre said handing you the bag.

“Boys I would like you to meet Andre Burakovsky, he will be joining practice with you guys today, so start warming up,” you said containing your laughter.

“Bro your like so cool, I can’t believe this is happening” you hear Liam and Jake say while running with Andre.

“Burakovsky pick up the pace,” you said jokingly causing the rest of the boys to laugh.

Throughout practice, Andre did a pretty good job keeping up being that he was a pro athlete and all. The practice was almost over, so now it was time for the real challenge.

“Boys bring it in,” you said calling your team over.

“ We have 20 minutes left of practice so I was thinking we should play Power and Finesse.” You continued causing the kids to cheer with excitement.

“ What is power and Finesse?” Andre asked confused.

“ Power and Finesse is a shooting game. There is 2 goalies and 2 Captains. The captain will divide the team up by numbers then stand by the goal. They will roll you two balls, the first one you have to hit with power and the second one you have to finesse the goalie. Power and Finesse.” Luke explained.

“ Also, if you miss both of your attempts you are out and have to stand behind the goal. If you catch a ball that went over the net you can go back in.” You continued.

“ Don’t forget about the challenges, if you hit both of the balls into the net you get to challenge a player on the other team,” Tyler added.

You and one of the team captains Tyler divide up the players. Andre was, of course, on Tyler’s team and you were the captain of the opposite team. One by one you and Tyler’s teams flipped flopped turns going. When it was finally Andres turn to go. By surprise, Andre hit both balls into the net resulting in a challenge.

“ Captain Y/N, I challenge you” Andre screamed while pointing at you.

You only hit one ball into the goal causing your team to lose, by this time practice was over and the boys had taken their cool down lap.

“ Coach, how do you know Andre btw?” Tyler asked you

“ Well, me and coach y/l/n have been dating for about a year now,” Andre said kissing the top of your head.

“ Do you love each other? Are you guys going to get married?” Luke said wiggling his eyebrows

“ yes I love him very much ……..and maybe” you replied.

“ Well, I guess there goes my sister’s chances with you,” Jake said causing the whole team to laugh.

Soon the boys were gone and it was just you and Andre.

“ Did you mean it when you said you would marry me?” Andre asks while putting his head on your shoulder.

“ Yes the way you acted with them was amazing and made me realize even more how lucky I am to have you,” you said cuddling Andre in closer.

“ I love you vacker,” Andre said kissing you again.

“ Love you too goofball” you responded.

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vacker- Beautiful

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