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redandbrown · 10 months

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Study Break

Harry stood in front of her. “Hermione, scoot over.”

“You scoot over! I was here first.”

“You can’t take up the whole couch for the entire afternoon,” he protested.

“Sure I can. Watch me.”

Ron walked up behind Harry.“Hermione, budge over, or else.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. “Or else what?”

Ron casually flicked his wand at the books she had sprawled all over the couch. They flew into the air, flapping their pages like headless birds.

“Hey!” She protested pulling her feet onto the couch, getting ready to jump up and grab one.

But Ron was quicker than her. He sat down right on top of her, squishing her into the cushions.

“Aah! Get off!” She tried pushing him off in vain, but Ron wasn’t moving.

“I warned you, and now you’re going to have to pay the consequences.”

Ron felt her hand stop pushing him, and he immediately knew what she was doing.

“Oh no, you don’t!” He said, twisting at an angle to grab her wand before she could. “Harry, catch!”

Harry caught the wand mid-air with a grin on his face and stuffed it into his pocket.

“I’ll turn you both into frogs!!” Hermione shouted, still trying to wriggle free from under Ron.

“What are you two doing?” Asked Ginny suspiciously as she walked up behind Harry.

“Help!” Hermione yelled

“Move along, Ginny, this doesn’t concern you,” Ron said.

“We’re teaching Hermione a lesson,” Harry said.

“A lesson?!!” Hermione’s muffled voice said indignantly from behind Ron’s shoulder.

“And really, Hermione? Frogs? That’s so unoriginal. Ow!” Ron leapt off the couch. “She bit me!”

“That’s right! And I’ll do it again too!” Hermione growled lunging for him.

“And what lesson is that?” Ginny asked sounding a little irritated.

“That it’s not healthy to study all day without a break,” Harry replied.

“Aahh! Get back you barmy witch!” Ron yelled trying to escape Hermione’s wrath as she chased him around the couch.

“Run, Ron, run!” Harry shouted gleefully.

Ginny shook her head. “I hope she bites you again.”

“Aha!” Ron yelled triumphantly. He had abruptly turned around and bent low. Before Hermione could stop, she ran right into Ron’s shoulder, and he scooped her off the ground.

“Ooh!” She huffed in frustration. “Ron put me down!”

“Alright we got her. Let’s go!” Ron said, heading for the portrait hole.

“C’mon, Ginny. We’re gonna toss the quaffle around, while Hermione gets some fresh air,” Harry told her flicking his wand at Hermione’s still flapping books. They immediately stopped, and flew into Hermione’s bag. He flicked his wand again and the bag went sailing up the girls’ staircase to the dorms.

“I don’t need fresh air! I need you gits to leave me alone, so I can finish studying for this final!” Hermione complained as they walked down the stairs. Ron still had her thrown over his shoulder.

“Hermione, if you sit on that couch any longer, your arse is going to meld to the cushion. Besides, we all know you don’t need to study. I’d bet a gallleon you can recite that damn charms book from memory,” Ron told her.

“I- you don’t- I mean there’s more to learn than just the words-

“Merlin’s left tit. You do have it memorized, don’t you?” Ron asked incredulously.

Harry watched her cheeks heat up as she fell silent. He exchanged a look with Ginny, the two of them walking behind Ron.

“Maybe some fresh air will do you good,” Ginny said.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at her. “Traitor,” she accused.

“We were going to try to sit down and reason with you,” Harry told Hermione.

“But we thought we might have to take drastic measures. You get a little barmy during exams, you know,” Ron finished.

They were on the grounds now and Ron knelt to set her back on her feet. But he kept a hold of her hand as Dean handed him a broom.

“Cheers, mate,” he said turning back to Hermione. Harry and Ginny were already in the air. “Now, I’m going to let you go. Might as well make it easy on yourself and have a seat. If you try to head back to the castle, I’ll swoop down and grab you, and you can just play quidditch with us.”

Hermione knew a threat when she heard one. Ron was well aware that she hated flying.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She challenged him.

Ron leaned in uncomfortably close and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Try me,” he cheeked.

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up as she huffed indignantly and plopped onto the grass.

Ron’s grin broadened as he realized he had won the argument.

“Now watch me wipe the field with these guys.”

“Hmmph. No thanks. I’m just going to plot my revenge,” she shot back.

Ron snorted. “Fine. As long as you do it outside.”

And with that he shot up in the air before she could come up with a cheeky remark.

#romione #oneshots #fluffiness #hermione granger #ron weasley #romione fanfic #harry potter #ron and hermione fanfiction #ronald weasley #romione fanfiction #ron and hermione #cheesy

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chamomiletealeaf · 4 months

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❄️ Baby It's Cold Outside ❄️

When you, a barista at a cozy coffee shop is on the closing shift, a familiar face walks in just as you’re about to get badly snowed in from an unexpected snow storm, leaving you with no choice but to stay the night, a café couch, and the company of Simon Riley.

wc: 4,184

a/n: So sorry this took so long ugh! So much has been happening recently with my birthday last week, Christmas, and some mental health issues. But! I'm doing better! And writing always helps. This was super fun to write and I hope you all enjoy! Happy Holidays everyone! <3

Warnings: None! Avoid reading if you don't want to be smothered with super adorable fluffiness.

“Tonight’s forecast will be a high of 35 and a low of 20. Expect up to five inches of snow tonight. Stay safe, and stay warm. Happy Holidays!” The weather woman on the TV cheerily smiled as she gave the weather report. You listened to the TV as you wiped down a tiny circular table the only two customers just got up from in the little coffee shop you worked in, desperately trying to scrub away a dried coffee stain left due to the lack of a coaster used despite it being provided at the table.

*spritz spritz*

You spray the table again, sighing as you finally wipe away the chestnut colored ring stain. Five inches of snow tonight meaning less customers, or at least you hoped. You loved your job, but man were you tired. It was a holiday weekend after all. You’ve been working at the little coffee shop on the corner of the city for what seemed like ages now. You enjoyed the ambiance of the place. How comforting and cozy it was no matter what time of year, the warmness of the fairy lights illuminating the room, the ring of the bell above the door when people walk in, the quiet chatter of customers enjoying a little break in their day, the soft clanks of dishes and cups being placed down or picked up, and the slight buzz of the coffee machines whirring. It all became something so familiar to you. Comforting in a way. Sure there was always the occasional rude customer that sometimes made you want to cry in the break room or burst out laughing with your coworkers in the back, but that made your job all the more interesting. What made up for it was the amount of good customers you had. Super kind regulars who always tipped well and shared their lives with you, some even inviting you places with the group they were with.

But your favorite customer was quite the opposite of the other chatty regulars. You only ever saw him a few months at a time, and you never caught his name, but you always recognized him and remembered his order, always patiently awaiting his return. He was a big, tall man. Intimidating even, with light blonde hair that was always a bit messy as if he had just pulled a hat or mask off. You noticed the slightest sliver of tattooed skin on his left forearm when he would reach over to hand you a tip or to pick up the Earl Grey tea he always got with just a little bit of vanilla creamer in it. You always tried to make his orders look pretty to brighten his day, and for him to know it was special from you, so you always put whatever mini flower from the plants in the café you took such good care of in it. You hoped he would notice that his tea was the only one with the little purple flower in it. He only said a few words but tipped very well and would wait his turn to be served by you which you always thought was strange, since other baristas' lines were free. He never shared anything about himself other than small talk you would make with him, but he seemed happy to engage in your conversations due to the slight upturn of his lips when he listened to you talk. He was stealthy and quiet, like a lone wolf keeping distance from other animals, and the way he lurks in the shadows, observing like a ghost. His tired, soft, sweet, honey brown eyes never left yours as you spoke and you swore you could find the faintest hint of relief, no, comfort in them when he listened to ramble. You sometimes got lost in the way his light brown freckles on his nose, cheeks, and around his eyes looked like constellations and you wondered if any of them actually matched any. I mean, he did look like he was sent from the heavens above where the stars lived anyway. He was just that gorgeous. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a speck of stardust turned into a human, with him being so pretty and all. He was kind of like a shooting star too. If you look away for a second, you might miss him. But if you do catch a glimpse of him once in a blue moon, you can’t help but feel like the universe is on your side.

There wasn’t anyone left in the coffee shop but you after the last two customers left. It was close to 8 pm. The shop closed at 10 but considering the outdoor conditions, maybe you would be able to close a little earlier and get home before you wouldn’t have a way out. You finally finish wiping down the tables and pushing in all the chairs and take a second to look outside as you make your way back behind the counter. Gray dark skies darken the little part of the world you’re in and white flurries begin to fall, creating a light blanket of snow muffling the sounds of the earth the way a pair of fuzzy earmuffs might. As you watch the snowflakes fall from the inside of the café, mesmerized by their glistening, you hear the door chime. You snap out of your trance and scurry behind the counter, not looking in the direction of the door trying to make it look like you were working. Still not looking towards the customer, back towards the counter, you turn on the coffee machine and greet whoever walked in.

“Hi, welcome! How are y-”

You turn around and stop in your tracks when you see him. Blonde hair disheveled as always and sullen eyes looking ever so slightly relieved, cheery even with the way you catch the subtle glimpse of what can best be described as a hopeful twinkle in his pretty brown eyes.

“Hi love.” The sound of his deep Manchester accent floods your body with warmth and you can’t help but smile.

“Well, look who it is. I haven’t seen you around here in ages! Started to think you found another shop.” You giggled, leaning on the counter in front of you subconsciously bringing yourself closer to him.

“How could I? Could never find service like yours anywhere else. No one could make my tea as good as you can either.”

You look down and smile abashedly, flustered by his kindness and a bit shocked at his talkativeness. You figured it was because of the privacy you two had alone in the café.

“I’m so sorry to show up with the weather like this, but I just got back from work yesterday and I’ve been missing a bit of warmth.”

“Oh don’t apologize! I always have time for you.” You smile at him and you both look at each other for a bit, both getting lost in the other’s gaze.

You snap out of it first, jumping back from the counter to turn to put the kettle on.

“Come, sit! I’ll make your usual.” You gesture to the bar stool at the counter and he pulls a chair out and watches you make his tea.

“Earl Grey with just a splash of vanilla creamer still, yeah?”

He chuckles and crosses his arms on the counter leaning on them.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

You smile to yourself, back still turned to him as you prepare the loose leaf tea to steep. You’re glad he’s finally opening up to you a bit.

The weather woman on the TV comes back on, gaining both of your attention. You turn your head from the tea kettle to the TV above the counter to the right, leaning back a bit to see and Simon looks too.

“Well it looks like we’re getting more snow than initially expected tonight. From now until early morning, expect blizzards with over ten inches of snow. Stay safe and warm everyone!”

You and Simon look at each other after the weather woman finishes and the TV goes to a commercial break.

“Damn, I should take this to go then. Don’t wanna keep you open too long. They got no one else helping you close? Would hate to have you drive home in this.” He says.

You panic for a second hearing his plans to leave the shop so you can close and your eyes widen.

“No no! It’s- it’s ok.” You say a bit loudly.

“If anything, I’ll take the subway. I don’t live too far from here.” You reassure him.

He frowns at the thought of you traveling home alone.

“Well, maybe I’ll walk you then. It’s the least I can do to thank you for your hospitality.”

“I’d like the company.” You say with a smile.

You pour his tea into the cup and go to place it in front of him, but pull back at the last second.

“Oh wait! I almost forgot, don’t drink it yet!” You say as you jog over to the flower plant by the coffee machine, picking a tiny purple flower off of it. You bring it over to the cup of tea in front of him and place it in.

“I take care of the plants myself. Don’t worry, they’re clean.” You smile and he looks at the little flower floating around in his tea.

“You know, I only put flowers in your tea.” You giggle, and he looks up.

“Thank you. It’s lovely.” He lets himself smile back at you, heart melting at the way you’re so giddy and happy to serve him and treat him so special that he doesn’t even notice the storm outside, and neither do you.

You do notice, however, that you never caught the man’s name.

“You know, I never got your name, after all the times you’ve been here.” You say to him.

He takes a sip of his tea, and hesitates for a second, thinking about whether or not to tell you his real name. You don’t know about his job, or who he is at all. No one other than the Task Force does. He wouldn’t want to put you in any danger. He’s already risking enough going out in civilization without his balaclava, figuring that it would attract more attention due to him sticking out being the only one with a mask on. But as he places his cup down on the saucer and looks up at your wide, patient eyes awaiting his answer, what kind of person would he be to let you down and kill the anticipation in your eyes, let alone lie to you? After all you’ve done for him? All the kindness you’ve shown? Maybe just a first name would be ok. After all, anyone could find out his first name from anything really. He opens his mouth then closes it, then opens it again.

“Simon.” He answers. “My name is Simon.”

Your heart flutters and melts like a snowflake falling on salted pavement at the sound of his name coming from his voice.

“Simon.” You repeat back smiling. “Simon Simon Simon.” You chant in a sing-songy voice, getting used to the name. “That’s pretty. It suits you.” You say, cheeks starting to hurt from the smile plastered over your face.

Simon blushes at the sound of his name falling from your lips, finding himself wanting to hear it more often.

“What’s your’s love?” Simon asks.

You tell him your name and it was his heart’s turn to flutter and melt. He smiles at you and whispers your name to himself, familiarizing himself with it. He’s never felt so warm before, and he was quite shocked with the feeling, almost alarmed at it. He straightens up in his chair to try and stop himself from losing himself in you.

“That’s beautiful.” He smiles again, and takes a sip of his tea again.

A bang on the glass of the window on the other end of the shop grabs both of your attention. You both turn your heads and look outside, forgetting about the storm out there.

“Geez I forgot it was a blizzard out there.” You say worriedly. A gust of wind picked up a fallen tree branch and thrusted it against the window pane which caused the noise.

Simon notices the worry in your voice and expression and an instinct to comfort and protect you takes over his being. He’s afraid of it. It’s unfamiliar, but he can’t help it, especially not when your pretty face looks anything but happy and the way your baby hairs messily poke out from your ponytail.

“Let me help you clean up. I don’t reckon anyone else coming by tonight. I’ll walk you to the subway.” Simon says, almost too enthusiastically and who are you to say no to those warm, honey brown eyes.

But as you open your mouth to answer, the power goes out. Causing you to yelp instead of speak, leaving you and Simon in the darkness, both snapping your heads up at the ceiling to try and find where the light bulbs were that just flickered out.

“Well, closing is gonna be a bit more difficult tonight than expected.” You say.

“Shit.” Simon says.

There isn’t any light except from the glow of the snow from outside, but you can still make out Simon’s strong features, still looking so handsome, even in the dark.

“There’s a fireplace by the couch. It’s gas powered so it should work.” You leave from behind the counter, stumbling around to find your way over to it. You feel around the mantle and sigh in relief when you find the switch. You switch the fireplace on illuminating the coffee shop and Simon gets up from his seat to walk over to the window, leaving his tea on the bar top. He looks outside and you make your way over to his side, and look out the window too.

“The snow is too high to open the door, let alone walk in.” Simon says.

“Simon?” You say in a quiet voice.

He looks down at you, and you never really realized the height difference between you two, considering he’s normally sitting down at a table when you are talking to him.

“Yeah hun?”

“I don’t think either of us are going home tonight.” You say and wrap your arms around yourself due to the sudden chill in the room from the power outage.

Simon looks out the window again, thinking of how to answer, or what to do next. Then, he laughs to himself, then looks back down at you.

“Unfortunately, I think you might be right love.” He says, and the pet name immediately warms your insides up again.

You both stand there staring out the window a bit, unsure of what to do next.

“Well.” You say, breaking the silence. “Might as well get comfortable then. Looks like we’re staying the night.” You blush to yourself at the thought of spending the night with Simon. You also think to yourself how you’re asking for a raise when you get out of this mess. You move to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, and Simon follows, sitting on the opposite side, nervous to get too close to you. You take off your apron and let out your hair, and Simon can’t help but watch you and how your features become more defined with the light and shadows created by the luminosity of the fire. You looked so beautiful and Simon has never felt so safe and happy. It’s weird to him, considering he barely knew you at all, and he’s not used to feeling this way, but he lets himself, just this once.

“So.” You say, leaning back into the couch, taking off your shoes and pulling up your legs to sit criss crossed.

“What do you do for work?” You turn and ask him, and his smile fades a bit. He turns his gaze towards the fire and you notice the change in his demeanor and you regret asking.

“Can’t exactly talk about it.” Simon says, remembering that, right, he had a job. A scary and difficult one.

“Oh. Sorry.” You apologize, and turn your gaze to the fire as well.

Simon notices the embarrassment and regret in your voice and he snaps his head back to you.

“Oh no no it’s ok love. Not your fault.”

His reassurance makes you feel a little better and you regain some of your confidence.

“Well, you already know what I do for work.” You joke.

Simon chuckles at that and leans back in his seat, looking back at the fire, getting more comfortable.

“That I do.” He says, and he spreads his legs and puts an arm on the ledge of the couch behind him, making you blush since his arm was almost touching you.

“And you do a damn good job at it.” He smiles.

You look at him looking at the fire and you notice the reflection of the fire in his eyes and how well the warm colors compliment each other. You wished you could stay here like this forever, just looking at him, just being with him, even if you barely knew him at all. There was something so domestic about Simon. Something so… homely.

Even with the fire going, and despite the warmth Simon made the inside of your body feel, the cold air of the dark coffee shop began to prick at your skin once again, causing you to wrap your arms around yourself as you and Simon sat in a comfortable silence staring at the fire as if it were telling you both it’s deepest darkest secret. Simon notices you curl in on yourself and he turns his head towards you.

“Here.” He says after a second, analyzing why you curled up, and he begins to take off his fleece lined cargo jacket.

“Oh no I’m ok.” You lean away from him a little, not wanting him to sacrifice his comfort for yours.

“You’re shivering love. It’s ok, here, take it.”

You reach out and grab the heavy jacket and place it over your shoulders. It was big, heavy, warm, and smelled like him. Like mahogany teakwood and firewood that once burned but went damp from rainfall, leaving only clouds of smoke as evidence of it ever being set aflame. He smelled earthy, musky, but nice and clean with a hint of raw sweetness like a jasmine flower, and you drowned in it.

“Thank you.” You said shyly, flustered at how intimate wearing his jacket was.

“Looks better on you than it does me.” Simon says, and you giggle.

You look at each other and smile for the millionth time that night and scooch a little bit closer to him and he does the same. The blaze of the gas fireplace lighting up the little corner of the coffee shop you two sat in with a low orange glow.

You glanced out the window which reminded you of the storm outside. All of a sudden, you remember something.

“Oh my god!” You gasp and stand up, startling Simon a bit.

“What is it?” Simon asks, a worried expression on his face.

“I completely forgot oh my god.” You say as you throw his jacket off and scurry off the couch to a closet hidden away in a tiny hall for the employees to walk through to get to the break room next to the kitchen. Simon turns his body and watches you run away, hearing your shuffling about in the hallway.

You feel around the closet and finally feel a cardboard shoebox.

“Ah, yes.” You whisper to yourself as you pull the box down and search in the dark through it. You feel what you’re looking for and you smile to yourself, picking it up out of the box and holding it to your chest and you place the shoebox back into place and begin your way in the dark back to the couch.

“Everything alright back there?” Simon asks, body still turned towards you and you emerge from the dark back into the light of the fire, something small and rectangular in your hands.

“I remembered that we have this for emergencies.” You say, and pull the item away from your chest, presenting it to Simon as you take your place back next to him on the couch, sitting on his jacket.

I thought this would be helpful so we don’t have to drain the battery on our phones.

In your hands was a tiny, black, battery powered AM/FM radio.

Simon looks at the item in your hands and smiles at how cute you are. You would have no way of knowing Simon’s expertise when it comes to radio and communication especially in a dire situation. He finds your enthusiasm so adorable and he lets you have your moment, especially when you look so proud of yourself.

“Smart.” Simon says with a smirk.

“The batteries should be fully charged, since we never used it before.” You say as you fidget with the tiny box, trying to find the switch to turn it on.

“Who knew we would ever have to us-” The sound of static abruptly interrupts you and you jump a bit.

“Ah, there we go.” You say and adjust the dial on the side to find a signal, and the sound of a weather report slowly fades in, drowning out most of the static.

“Blizzards tonight with winds exceeding 40 mph at the least. Power outages have been reported across the city. It’s unsure when the power will come back but live updates will be provided.” You and Simon stare at the radio in your hands and listen to the report with eager ears.

“You know, it’s funny.” You say, speaking over the radio, gaining Simon’s attention. “One of the first things you said to me was that the reason you came by today was because you needed something warm, which is kinda the exact opposite of what’s happening now.” You say with a chuckle. Simon nods his head with a smile.

“Well, I didn’t exactly mean something warm like the temperature love.” He says, and you blush at his reference to what could only mean you, keeping your gaze on the radio in your hands, trying to ignore his eyes boring into you.

You adjust the knob on the radio and switch it to FM, trying to find some music to ease the tension in the air between you two. After a few adjustments and turns, the static fades into soft jazz music and you light up at the lovely, rich sound of the saxophone and piano through the tinny sound of the old speaker. You place the radio on the coffee table between the couch and the fireplace and wrap Simon’s jacket around yourself again. The warmness of him, the fire, and the relaxing jazz music made your head fuzzy, and you could feel yourself getting tired. You move in closer to Simon and he puts his feet up on the coffee table, crossing one ankle over the other. You feel him hesitate a bit before he places an arm around you, securing you by his side.

“Is this ok?” He whispers to you.

“It’s perfect.” You look up at him and whisper back with a smile. “Even though we don’t know how long we’re gonna be stuck here.” You laugh to yourself at the absurdity of the situation, still finding it hard to believe.

Simon hums in agreement, but he doesn’t mind, and neither do you. Not when you two are together like this. You lean your head on Simon’s chest and he turns his body towards you slightly, making himself more comfortable for you. You two hardly knew each other, only the feeling you both got when you were in each other’s presence, but it still felt like you two didn’t know anyone in the world but each other for your whole lives. You let yourself drift off to sleep against Simon’s chest, wrapped in his jacket with the soft light of the fire and slight staticy jazz music from the mini radio, letting yourself leave the stress and worry of the aftermath of being trapped at work for the next day. Simon lets himself drift off to sleep too. The snow is too piled up for anyone to come in or out, and it’s not like you two are completely stranded, so Simon’s survival instincts could be put off for a while. This was a problem to worry about tomorrow. Because right now, all that mattered was the softness Simon was experiencing inside that he never felt before, even if it terrified him. It just felt right.

And even though Simon’s heart was cold, harsh, and sometimes unforgiving, matching the conditions of the current weather, the only thing that was cold right now, was the world outside the coffee shop on the corner of your little city.

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scytheral · 1 year

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ㅤ⸝⸝ㅤ⬧ㅤENDEiVERㅤ⦂ㅤA gender That feels / Is Soft and Fluffy , yet Mysterious and Eldritch / Eldritch-like. ( Or ) a Gender connected / related to Softness , Fluffiness , Mystery && Eldritchs.

ㅤ⸝⸝ㅤ⬧ㅤDELiCARETㅤ⦂ㅤA gender Related to Delicacy , Sweetness , Softness and Fluffiness && Blood.

——ㅤCoined by The Prince.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ——ㅤDay 05 of This event.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ——ㅤTagㅤ:ㅤ꒰ㅤ@purietteㅤ꒱ㅤ!

[ PT / Endeiver: a gender that feels/is soft and fluffy, yet mysterious and eldritch/eldritch-like. (or) a gender connected/related to softness, fluffiness, mystery and eldritchs./ END PT. ]

Pronounciation: in-dee-ie-vr

[ PT / Delicaret: a gender related to delicacy, sweetness, softness and fluffiness and blood. / END PT. ]

Pronounciation: de-lee-caa-rhet

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crazy-snake · 7 months

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I seem to have a habit of recreating my old OCS recently.

Meet Neon! My Manokit oc. ^^

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ashethecoolperson · 7 months

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Grayson and Austin at a theme park hcs!

• Austin had somehow convinced Adam Pearce to give him tickets to a theme park, because he said it would ‘promote bonding time with coworkers’

-Austin Theory, a couple minutes after making out with Grayson

•Adam gave Austin the tickets, and now both Austin and Grayson are at a theme park.

•The first thing Grayson does is sprint, yes, sprint, to the merch store.

•Austin doesn’t even say anything about it, he just hands Grayson a handful of money before walking off to go try and win stuff for both of them.

•While Grayson shops, Austin keeps wasting his tickets trying to win an elephant plush for Grayson.

•Once Grayson came back from the merch store, (it took an hour), he saw Austin blow all of his tickets trying to just win a prize.

•However, Grayson manages to dig into his pockets and find a couple more tickets, so the two decide to go eat something while Austin sulks about the prize.

•Grayson gets a strawberry slushie, while Austin gets a blue raspberry one.

•You probably know how that went.

•Their tongues were purple for a couple days.

(Another random hc is that their first kiss was literally just Austin talking, before all of a sudden Grayson just grabbed his face and kissed him.)

(pure love here y’all)

#wwe #austin theory x grayson waller #austin theory #grayson waller #silly #gay gay homosexual gay #fluffiness #i’m alive #ok bye <3

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darksidechick823 · 3 months

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Snippet Sunday!

Hans' eyes had traveled down her form, lingering a little too long on her chest before clearing his throat and loosening his cravat. “I see you got ready for bed already.”

She nodded. “I did. I wanted to be comfy.” Her cheeks turned another shade of pink when she saw his eyes travel over her again. A small part of her was wondering if wearing this was a good idea, after all. “Thank you for the new dresses. I love them. Especially this!”

His fingers ran along a looser part of the excess fabric. “I’m not ashamed to admit that I may have chosen it for very selfish reasons.”

Anna was sure she looked as red as a tomato, now. “I can tell by the way you’ve been admiring it.” She paused and bit her lip, “Why don’t you get ready for bed, too? We can be all cozy together.”

The corner of his mouth instantly curved upwards. “I can’t think of a better way to spend the evening.” His finger briefly stroked her chin before he stood back up and moved more into the middle of the room. “After all, it’s been a long day, and planning epic surprises takes a lot of energy.”

She giggled and set her closed book at her bedside table. “Well worth it.” She said and slid under the blanket and turned around slightly to fluff her pillow. It felt soft yet solid enough to be supportive. Not a stray lump or bulge to be found. Oh yes… she would definitely sleep well tonight.

#frozen #prince hans #princess anna #author stuff #hansanna #fluffiness #snippets without context #it's a writing day!#well... I'm trying to anyway

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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A/N: Before proceeding, please take note that this is a requested matchup and the reader will have certain characteristics that may not necessarily match with your own. Such as: Gender, personality traits, sexuality, interests/hobbies etc.

Ft: Katsura Kotarō (Gintama).

Katsura Kotarō

➸ Katsura was running down the streets of Edo after yet another attack at some random facility—what else were you expecting from this guy?

➸ The man was severely injured and had at some point, without noticing, split up with Elizabeth. It was late in the evening and the streets were surprisingly empty. You had just ended your shift as an intern at the local hospital and were finally on your way home after a tiring day.

➸ You were just about to open the door to your apartment as you suddenly heard some noises coming from a nearby alley. Logically speaking, you were aware that going there was utterly stupid, not to mention very dangerous. However, the empathetic side of you, could not ignore the sounds that were coming from there.

➸ Normally, no one would willingly hang out near the dumpsters—especially at this hour—unless they were dumpster divers, of course. It could either be someone homeless—or simply had nowhere to go and was just temporarily homeless—or a person that might’ve gotten seriously injured. Then again, it could’ve also had been some animal.

➸ Rather than standing and pondering about the endless possibilities, you decided to have a quick look to satisfy your growing curiosity. And that’s when you met him: The infamous Katsura Kotarō.

➸ I’d like to believe that the two of you would most likely start off as friends. Both of you are laid-back, friendly and could be described as the mediators of your own group of friends.

➸ However, you can also become rather stubborn when the situation calls for it. You only decide to put your foot down if you deem the situation worthy of such actions. Otherwise you tend to be more on the neutral side. It’s because of this mutual understanding that the two of you would work so well together. At least from my perspective.

➸ Katsura himself is somebody who doesn’t easily make friends either, even if he doesn’t look like it. I guess that it might come with the absurdity of his nature, but also because he’s rather distant, no matter how friendly and extroverted he might seem to be.

➸ Katsura can also easily relate to your cynical side. The man, despite his sometimes rash actions, is very smart—on a philosophical level—and let’s not forget about the fact that he is the leader of a terrorist group. This means that he has to be able to read people well in order to know who is trustworthy enough to be recruited.

➸ Laziness is something that he simply views as an added charm. Nobody’s perfect and Katsura does not see this trait as a major flaw. As long as you’re good person at heart, that’s all that matters, and let me remind you that he’s been friends with Gintoki for years by now. If he’s able to deal with that slacker, then he should have no problems with literally anyone else.

➸ And regarding your procrastination tendencies. Something tells me that Katsura is a big procrastinator himself. I can only imagine the amount of times he’s planned to do something, only to put it away for later and in the end, noticing that Elizabeth’s already handled it.

➸ I believe that Katsura will start falling for you once he’ll realize what a sweet person you are. He had already known just how empathetic you were when you found him near the dumpsters that evening. But then he saw the way you were interacting with Elizabeth and practically melted at the sight. You were just so lovely.

➸ He swooned, however, the second he had found out what an amazing cook you were. This is due to his soft spot for housewives, which had confused him slightly at the beginning, since he was obviously aware that you were in fact not a housewife.

➸ He had only figured out what it was when he began picturing you as his wife. Because who wouldn’t love to have a sweet and kind wife that was also an extraordinary cook? That’s when he realized that he was truly whipped.

➸ One thing that the both of you have in common when it applies to interest, is cosplaying. We are all aware of the amount of times the man has been forced to disguise himself to avoid getting recognized.

➸ As strange as it might sound, your absolute favorite is to dress up as various animal characters due to your love for animals. An example could be Sonic the Hedgehog.

➸ Speaking of animals. Another reason that Katsura fell in love with you so shamelessly, was the first time he had witnessed you taking home an injured stray cat and then proceeded to take care of it practically the whole night without sleeping a wink.

➸ Katsura is also very supportive of your drawings, since he himself is a rather artistic soul. Though, his passion does not lie with drawing, but with poetry. And the amount of created poems had increased drastically ever since he had met you.

➸ Oh, and I had also forgot to mention that his confession had most likely been expressed through at least one of these poems. In other words: Katsura Kotarō had finally found his muse.

The black haired samurai limped down the dimly lit streets of Edo, wincing with each step. He had just narrowly escaped yet another attack on a government facility, but this time he wasn't sure if he had made it out unscathed. He turned to his loyal companion, Elizabeth, only to find that she was nowhere in sight.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth, where are you?" Katsura called out, his voice hoarse.

He stumbled into a nearby alley, barely able to keep his balance. The pain was unbearable, and he knew he needed medical attention immediately. He collapsed on the ground, his eyes closing as he fought to stay conscious

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes to see a young woman, presumably a nurse or doctor, standing over him. She looked down at him with concern in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Katsura tried to speak, but his voice came out as a whisper. The woman leaned in closer to hear him.

"I...I need help. Can you...please help me?"

Without hesitation, the woman helped Katsura to his feet and supported him as they made their way to her apartment. Once they arrived, she quickly tended to his injuries and made him comfortable.

"Thank you for helping me," Katsura said, his voice still weak.

"It's no problem," the woman replied with a smile. "It's what I do."

As the night wore on, Katsura and the woman talked and laughed together, their personalities meshing perfectly. They found they had a lot in common, from their laid-back attitudes to their love for cosplay. Katsura was surprised to find that he had never met anyone quite like her.

As the sun began to rise, Katsura knew he had to leave. But before he did, he turned to the woman and said, "I know we just met, but...would you like to go out sometime?"

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, but then she smiled. "I would love to," she said.

And so, Katsura and the woman began their relationship as friends. They spent their time exploring Edo together, attending cosplay events, and bonding over their shared love for animals.

One day, the woman brought home an injured cat she had found on the street. Katsura watched as she tended to the animal with care and tenderness, her love for animals shining through.

"You're amazing," Katsura said, a smile on his face.

The woman blushed. "It's nothing," she said.

But to Katsura, it was everything. He had never met anyone quite like her before. As their relationship continued to grow, Katsura found himself falling for her more and more with each passing day.

And then, one day, he knew it was time. He sat down and wrote a poem, pouring his heart out onto the paper. He recited it to the woman, his voice filled with emotion.

"You're my muse," he said. "You inspire me in ways I never thought possible. I love you."

The woman's eyes filled with tears as she threw her arms around Katsura. "I love you too," she said.

From that day on, Katsura and the woman were inseparable. They continued to explore Edo together, their love for each other growing stronger with each passing day. And Katsura knew that he had found his muse, his partner in life.

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kinokomynx · 2 years

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Hewwo! *ahem* second time here uwu note that down somewhere-

Anyways, would (poly) lost boys deal with an female reader who is an animator? :D almost like marko but she owns an expensive tablet where she draws and animates on it, you know that song #brooklynpop by syko? How would they react when she basically animates them (very well) to that song and posts it? 😍😂

this sounded fun to me

Warnings: None! Just fluff and crack.

Author's Note: I do not own these characters! This was very fun to write, thank you so much for requesting! Sorry if this is short, I can brain fog towards the end, please enjoy!

R3blogging and followings are very much appreciated and welcomed. Hope you are well!

First off, these wild cats are not well known around the arts of technology, yes they may come to your home and watch TV for hours till the sun is barely up which ends up with you forcing them to get out. They see you use a computer, the tablet, or your phone but per say; they don't see why you need to have them, but they do like to watch Tom And Jerry and throw popcorn everywhere so I suppose that's a plus.

These guys are very snoopy, they like to get into your business, even if you tell them not to (other than Dwayne). So, if you decide to draw them? And not tell them? That is suspicious on their count.

They may think you're hiding something that may cause them to lose their trust in you: the what if’s? You're a vampire hunter(?) Are you cheating? Did you get hurt? Or did someone do something stupid to you that caused you to get hurt in some way.

If you decide to keep it from them, either from embarrassment, or the hype of the adrenaline; they’re gonna find out sooner or later.

Whenever they see you excited, confusion is one word. Of course, they’ll ask you why you're excited and if you decide to dodge the question? David and the others squint their eyes and huff loudly.

Once they do find out, whether you tell them, or they steal your tablet and snoop through: Embarrassed is one word, the other is excitement and pride.

All of their reactions are priceless: Paul and Marko are laughing their asses off, making fun of everyone (Including themselves) and not showing an ounce of embarrassment whilst Dwayne is nodding his head awkwardly, trying to keep a straight face (And failing to do so). David, on the other hand, is highly embarrassed, putting his hand over his face to cover his goofy smile but acting like he 100% hates it.

All of them find it cute and comforting that their mate decided to draw them, however David is a bit offended; claiming he ‘needs’ to keep his cool and scary demeanor, ‘needing to keep his intimidating statue to scare off anybody who dares to be a threat’.

Paul and Marko will not let it go with the teasing to David and Dwayne; continually making fun of them, laughing till they cry and are rolling on the floor. But, once you or the other boys make fun of them, they turn into literal puppies; hiding behind their jackets whilst yelling at you to stop.

The views on that video tends to be a lot, at least a few million within a few days or so. The video is named ‘vampire hot dates’, however, for the sake of your kindness; no one was named :)

They really don’t mind, actually finding it comfort to them as it shows that you're theirs and nobody else's. Though, beware that Paul and Marko are gonna be teasing you to the dead, dancing in the way to the video.

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Do not plagiarize, repost, modify, translate or copy my work.

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littlemoneytoes · 1 month

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How would Foxy react if the kids randomly gave him a group hug? (I want some fluff in my life🫂)

he wouldn't mind because hugs are harmless and kids are just kids :D

#hug the fox #ask goldie anything #fnaf #ask me anything #ask goldie #aga #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #ask goldie anything au #fluffiness

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almost-gabrielle · 2 years

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Three Year's Past

Imagine: It's the third-year anniversary of the anniversary of Weathertop, and the pain in Frodo's right shoulder, obviously, comes back, and the reader has to comfort him in any way she can.

Today was like any other day in the Shire. It's been almost four years since we saved Middle-Earth from further destruction from the once-mighty Sauron.

The entire Shire was quiet, like it usually was. I sat in my usual chair in the living room of Bag End. While Frodo and I aren't married, we're both really close friends. But recently, we've confessed our feelings to each other. He said that I am the reason why he'd delayed his voyage to the Undying Lands (aka the Valinor).

He said that I was his rock.

His support.

His lifeline.

It was quite quiet, until a sudden crash came from the room that Frodo and I shared. That immediately caught my attention, and I immediately realized, with a jolt in my stomach, that it was the third "anniversary" of the night on Weathertop when Frodo got stabbed by the Morgul Blade. It had been a really stressful time for all of us at the time. For me, especially. We were all desperate for Frodo to make it out alive when he got stabbed.

"FRODO!" I cried out in alarm. I set down my book, only to have it drop to the floor. I didn't bother putting it back on the chair. I was much more focused on getting to Frodo quickly than worrying about a simple book.

I reached the room the two of us shared, and immediately found Frodo tossing and turning in the bed. His eyes were squeezed and closed in pain, his body wrapped tightly in the bedsheets that we had, trying to prevent the cold from becoming too much. I hated to see him be in pain.

I stepped carefully over the broken glass cup that I'd set down for him last night when he had one of his gruesome nightmares, and I was at his side in an instant. I held his hand, preventing him from messing with his mostly-healed wound. Slowly, Frodo opened his eyes, which were full of pain. He relaxed slightly when he saw me.

"Frodo," I murmured softly as he stared up at me with his big blue eyes. I put my other free hand on his cheek as he struggled to breathe properly. I could tell that he was trying to focus on me. I held his hand tightly and he squeezed it back for support. "Focus on me, sweetheart," I tried to reassure him. "Focus on my face." He tried to focus on my face, but ended up giving another cry of pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, and whimpered with pain. A tear slid down his cheek and I gently wiped it away with a shaking hand.

"His blade," he managed to choke out. "I-I can feel his blade."

"Miss y/n?" said the sudden, concerned voice of Samwise Gamgee.

My ears pricked up whenever I heard Sam's voice.

"Sam?!" I said in a hopeful voice.

"Y/n? Where are you?!"

"In the bedroom, Samwise!" I shouted in reply. "I need you here for a second! It's urgent!"

Sam's hurried footsteps sounded across the hall and into the room. When his eyes fell on Frodo, his face immediately went pale. His eyes then went up to me.

"I'll get the Athelas plant that Aragorn sent with us. It won't take me long, I'll just need to boil the water with the Athelas quickly, and I'll bring it over here as soon as I can."

I nodded hastily.

"Alright, Sam. And can you bring me a washcloth as well?"

Sam nodded. "Of course, Miss y/n."

And with that, he took off. The entire time Sam was gone, I continued to comfort Frodo with the best of my abilities. I held his hand and ran my fingers softly through his hair, as he once admitted that this action made him relax. I often brushed my fingers gently through his soft brown curls whenever he felt stressed, when he felt sick, or when he had just woken up from a nightmare. His breathing shook as he took in each pained breath.

"Y/n. . . . y/n. . . .," he whimpered as he gripped my hand tightly again. He seemed almost delirious with pain. His blue eyes clouded over and his eyes rolled into the back of his head momentarily.

"Shh," I whispered in a soft voice. I got down on my knees and placed a hand gently on his cheek, stroking his cheekbone softly. I wiped away another stray tear that slid down his skin. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm right here."

"Everything hurts." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, to get rid of the pain.

"I know," I murmured, still trying to keep my voice soft. "Sam will be here with the Athelas plant soon. The Athelas should help soothe the pain."

A few minutes later, Sam came back with the bowl of Athelas-infused water, and a washcloth.

"Thank you, Sam," I said in a grateful voice as I took the bowl and the washcloth away from him.

"Of course, Miss y/n." He glanced anxiously at his best friend. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be here around the house."

I nodded and Sam walked out of the room.

"Okay, Frodo," I cooed in a soft voice. He glanced up at me with pain-filled, wide eyes. "I'm going to treat your wound. You can hold onto my hand if the pain becomes too much for you, alright?"

He nodded, whimpering slightly, and he managed to shift his body, wincing as he did. I unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt (without trying to feel embarrassed), grabbed the washcloth, dunked it in the boiling water, and gently placed it on his wound, gently massaging it. He winced but managed to keep himself calm. I could soon see the look of relief washing over his face as the Athelas plant began to get into effect, and he relaxed a little bit, much to my relief.

Once I could see that he was no longer in any pain, I put away the bowl and the washcloth and climbed into the bed that we shared. In an instant, Frodo snuggled up to me, resting his head gently on my chest, and an arm around my waist. I returned the same favor by wrapping a gentle arm protectively around his waist, bringing him closer to my side to keep him safe. I smiled softly to myself, getting rather comfortable. I began to drift off to sleep again before I heard Frodo's sleepy voice speaking.

"Thank you, y/n."

I chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He responded by snuggling further into me.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I cooed softly. I ran my fingers through his hair, comforting him with the best of my ability. "Anything to make my sweet hobbit feel better. I will do anything to protect you, and to keep you safe. I promise."

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