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simplymurdock · 1 year

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Harrington Christmas Dinner

summary: steve helps calm you down after stressing over going to your first infamous harrington christmas family dinner as his official girlfriend.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: just some teeth rotting fluff and a bit of comfort, and a bit of cussing

word count: 2,130 words

authors note: so did this take me a week? yes, i fucking hate getting headaches out of random cause they actually drain me for the next two days. but this fluffy comfortery goodness is what i dream of when being steve’s girlfriend. and i think i might write more things about playing house with steve, whoknows tho

Steve laid on his stomach in his king bed, sleeping peacefully until his eyes shot open. Two things woke Steve up, the smell of the freshly brewed coffee and the sound of the oven being slammed shut followed by a string of curse words before the house returned back to silence. Reaching his arm towards her side of the bed, feeling it empty and cold. (Y/n)?” Rubbing his eye after sitting upright. Pushing his dangled up hair back and out of his face, placing his feet on the cold hardwood floor. Looking over towards the clock on his nightstand, half past noon. They had to leave in thirty minutes and be on the road if they wanted to make it to Steve’s parents' vacation house for Christmas dinner.

Slipping on his fuzzy reindeer slippers, she had insisted on getting a matching pair, and yawning widely while walking out his room and towards the stairs. Hearing the noise of metal hitting one another, Christmas music softly playing in the background, and her voice muttering things.

He reached the kitchen, leaning against the doorway crossing his ankles and arms. Watching her as she was having a conversation with herself, all while moving about the kitchen doing last minute things before, they had to leave. Currently she was poking each of the sugar cookies to see if they were cool enough to ice. The stove suddenly dinged, making her turnaround from the island, picking up the glass dish that had brownie batter in it and holding it with one hand while the other opened the oven door. Bending down and pushing in on the middle rack, closing it and turning back towards the island. “Alright thirty minutes, then cool, cut, and pack up.” She thought aloud after setting the kitchen timer.

“We leave in thirty minutes,”

(Y/n)’s headshot turned towards him, a soft smile of relief appeared on her face. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh, you know,” He started walking towards the coffee maker, “Long enough to see you rewrite your to-do list seven times in your head.”

“Your cups in the microwave, honey.” He smiled, placing his hands on her waist to get past her easier. Reaching the microwave, opening it and pulling out the festive ugly sweater designed coffee mug. “Three sugars and a splash of milk,” He smiled sweetly at her before bringing the warm mug up to his lips, taking a sip while walking back over to her. Humming sweetly as he set the mug down on the island and out of the way of her mess. “Exactly what I need after last night.” He kissed her temple, making her smirk, “I told you to go back to bed, but nooo!”

The two of them had been up late last night, (Y/n) wrapping the gifts up having waited till the last minute to do so. And Steve had insisted that he should help after all they were HIS family, but both came to a quick realization that he had no idea how to wrap a present. So instead, she had him on gift bag duty bagging all the gifts that couldn’t be wrapped. He finished earlier than her, so he offered to stay downstairs and wait for her to finish so they could go to bed together. Ending up sleeping for three hours before waking up to see her gone. Getting up and walking into the kitchen to see her getting everything ready for the morning so everything would go smoothly. Going back and forth on leaving things alone, having to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder and brought her upstairs.

“Alright, everything is going well, I need to ice the cookies, finish up the brownies and then box everything up. All the while you get ready, so that way you can play Tetris with the bags, and gifts, and the-”

“Breathe,”

“How am I supposed to breathe when I’m meeting your whole family? I mean aunts, uncles, cousins, great uncles that are twice removed?!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” He softly soothed, holding either of her forearms, rubbing his hands up and down them. “As long as you are your adorable, cute, sarcastic self they’ll love you.” She sighed, whipping her palms on the apron that was tied around her waist, “I just, I know how they are with you, and I don’t want them to not like me and that only causes more problems between y’all.” She rambled looking down at their feet, both wearing the same reindeer slippers. He titled his head slightly, bringing his hands up to cup either side of her face making her fully look up at him. “If they don’t like you then they can honest go fuck themselves.”

“Steve, they’re your parents.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to wake up every morning with either one of them every day.” He joked, making you giggle softly. “Look, I didn’t go with them to the house for a reason. I wanted to spend the few days of your favorite month together. Seeing your face light up when we go for a nightly drive around the blocks to look at the different lights. Decorating an empty house because we were doing it together. And those stupid fucking gingerbread house that I still say only stay up because you used real glue.” He joked making you laugh louder this time, “Okay, okay, I get it.”

He pulled you in closer so now each of their chest were pressed against one another, his bare hairy chest to her shirt (his shirt) covered. Her arms wrapped around his waist, looking into each other's eyes feeling nothing but warmth and comfort in one another. This was each other’s favorite place to be. Feeling like time had stood still and nothing else mattered.

“So it worked?”

“Job well done, Stevie,”

The small space between their body’s about to close but the ringing of the small white kitchen timer caught (Y/n)’s attention. Causing her head to turn away just as Steve’s was going forward. Sighing lightly, reach forward for the mug and step to the side and out of the way of the oven.

“I swear if these are burnt, I’m drowning you in the snow.” She threatened all while placing both mittens on. Bending down, opening the door and retrieving the dish out of the oven. Placing it on top, pulling the door up and turning the oven off. Place the mittens on the countertop to the side of the oven. “You need to put on some clothes.”

He held out his arms, mug still in hand, “What I thought this was perfect.”

She looked him up and down shaking her head, walking back to the island and getting the icing ready. “You in your underwear and fuzzy slippers isn't what your parents meant by formal.”

He stood there for a moment watching her dip a few cookies into the runny white icing. Loving the way her considered face was, her mouth slightly gap while her brows frowned together. “Steve, we are going to be even more late if you don’t move already.” And he did, bringing the mug with him as he moved to the other side of her, reaching over her and snatching one of the un-iced cookies. Quickly kissing her cheek before shoving it into his mouth, grinning widely while fastly walking away. “Hey! Steve!” She scolded, quickly reaching her foot up and lightly kicking his but.

❄️🤍☃️

Steve lightly tapped on the steering wheel, looking back between (Y/n) and the red break lights of the never ending line of cars in front of them. The windshield peppered with small raindrops, the weather not being cold enough for it to snow again like it had been for the past few weeks. He noticed your leg hadn’t stopped bouncing up and down, seeing her wide-eyed worried expression. Looking ahead as much as he could realizing they were going to be stuck there for a while. Taking his seat belt off, gaining her attention made her expression go from worried to confused. Unzipping his jacket and pulling it off, reaching over and wrapping it around her, making her smile. Placing his hand on her thigh, “Look this will be over before you know it.”

“The traffic or the party?”

“Both,”

She shook her head, leaning it on the glass switch a sigh. “I just–I tried to make sure everything was perfect that they, that everyone would like me, like us. I mean I planned everything out. I made sure to bake your favorite basic as shit fudge brownies. The snowman sugar cookies to try and win over your little cousins. Not to mention the shopping I did!” She rambled out mindlessly fumbling with his fingers on her sweatpant covered thigh. Thinking it would be better if she slipped on a pair of Steve’s sweatpants (looser and easier to get on and off) and her winter boots (better being safer on the slippery and wet sidewalk). And taking them off and changing her shoes when they got there.

“Hey! I did do something.”

She tilted her head cupping his face giving a fake pout, “Right swiping the card and handling the bags are very hard work, Stevie.”

“Look,” He started, tapping on the wheel and looking between the radio clock and at the stand-still traffic. “It’s already seven, and at this rate we’ll be here by New Year’s. How about we take the next exit and find whatever is open.”

“It’s Christmas Day, the only places that are open are gas stations and the E.R!”

“It’s either we stay here and freeze to death, and make it up there by two in the morning and wake everyone up, or we go check and see if anything is open in–” He squinted his eyes trying to read the road sign. “--yup, nope, I have absolutely no idea what that says,”

She laughed, resting her head against the headrest, “Fine, fine, we can find a pizza shop, or a twenty-four-hour dinner.”

“Yes!” He laughed out reaching over and kissing her cheek. She pushed away lightly, “Eyes on the road, sweetface,” He looked back at the road, putting his blinker on trying to exit as soon as possible. He was happy that (Y/n) had agreed to blowing off the stupid Harrington Christmas Dinner.. He had seen how stressed out she had been this entire week. Knowing her stressed and anxious tendons are, from the some wrinkle in her forehead that show up when she’s staring off into space, or the stress baking. Hintce the brownies and cookies and the ones before those.

After twenty minutes, he was finally able to exit off the highway from hell. Driving down an empty dark road for another ten hoping the road signs that said a restaurant was a mile out was right. Watching as her eyes widened as each building was covered in decorations. From different colored lights hanging, to snowman and reindeer inflatable, while candy cane rods lined the sidewalks. Like the small town that they stumbled upon was the winter capital of the nation. Pulling up to a busy dinner, big logging and haul trucks parked near the back while Steve pulled up into the corner of the lot. As close to the door as they could since it still was cold and raining a bit.

“Okay,” Steve started to say after turning the car knowing he had a few minutes before the warmth would die. “You get a table and I’ll find a payphone, hopefully, and call my folks and let them in on the fun traffic we can’t get through.” He told her as she nodded, handing him his jacket back. “No you keep it,”

She tilted her head to the side, giving him an ‘oh really?’ expression, “We both know I can handle the cold better than you. So, take the jacket before I tackle you and straightjacket you with it.” She told him with a fake smile as he slowly took the jacket, “Good choice,”

#stevie <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #simplymurdock

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jessiquinn · 1 year

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Justice league x ex(?) villain reader pt2 (batman x reader)

2019-1-13

This was so messy, I’m confused about what the hell happened here.. but I fixed it... I hope.

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When they defeated you, Batman put you in the justice league, whether you like it or not.

warning:

1-bad writing, 2-bullying.

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adjusting was hard... and it’s still hard especially when everyone around me is constantly judging me, I guess it’s the price of my actions but still... still it’s better being in The batman castle than being in the watch tower with all those heroes... but it’s strange how he gave me his trust this fast.

Batman gave me a chance to show my potential, for the first time this month he gave me access to the training room.

In the training room

“just in case, wear this watch, it’s just like an electric monitor but much more advanced, so don't even think about doing something” Batman warned, giving Nightwing a look before leaving.

“so how’s living with the heroes been doing with ya?” he said with a smirk

rolling your eyes at him, “not much of a talker I see, how about you show us your moves?” giving you a sign to attack, his smirk is starting to annoy me...

glaring daggers at him, finally launching an attack at him, he dodges it with ease, “wow I didn’t take you for a magician?” he seemed to be impressed about magic but disappointed at that shity hit.

attacking him once again, “woah calm down, I meant because you didn’t use it in the fight” still easily dodging those lousy hits.

finally speaking “fighting with magic in the war is highly forbidden” charging another attack

“you know, you need intense training with this kind of aim” he knows what he’s doing hehe

after a couple of hours of training, “it’s time for you to go to bed princess” putting his equipment back, leading you back to your room, this extra supervision is annoying.

in your bedroom.

of course, you can’t lock the door, villains don’t need privacy duh.

anyway they couldn’t catch this tho, the last piece I have of myself is this.. this book might be my last hope.

if they find it I’m doomed

suddenly the door opened to reveal Nightwing again, “oh hi sorry, I forgot to give you those essentials” he put them on the table “and goodnight” he closed the door. locking it, yes finally!

once I felt safe, I finally opened the book, writing in it “why did he take me?”

The book answered immediately

"isn't obvious they want to use you for their own good," the book said in a spiteful way. writing back “what should I do?”

"do what they tell you to do till they trust you, then we will contact again"

“wait! didn't the plan already fail? that means a new leader will continue the mission”, "we will take this as part 2 of the plan, I will write to you when the mission is ready to play" the book closed.

-sighing deeply- if I have to play this game so be it, for the first time in history they give a leader a second chance... and it’s me, how convenient...-lays on the bed- and I thought I will be finally free, I guess I’m the luckiest person in this world... my type of luck...

Next morning

"Miss... miss please wake up," opening your eyes slowly adjusting to the light, “what do you want” in a grumpy way.

“It’s morning and master... wants you to eat breakfast with us,” Alfred said, you finally get up. sighing...

Alfred casually walks you to a big dining room, you sit in the chair he chose.

they aren't wearing masks anymore, they must be nuts.. that’s the only logical explanation.

shit... it’s... the famous... Bruce Wayne, he’s looking at you too. you finally notice a familiar face sitting with you on the table, your dear sister.

I used to love her but all those years ago she didn’t come searching for me, made me hate her... call it jealousy, but I was wronged.

looking at her for a solid minute with a poker face then looked at Bruce. AKA Batman.

“You already know your sister is here with us...” looking at you and your sister, “will you just cut to the chase” already hating all of this.

I can’t believe it, she lived with Bruce fucking Wayne all her life. of course, she’ll forget about me.

“-sigh- of course, you know you can’t do much at the moment, once we trust you.. we’ll see how it goes -sigh- as you can see we all revealed our identity's to you, as a sign of trust. Trust me when I say this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this. so don’t mess it up. I won’t hastate on putting you down” his calm serious never seemed to relax you.

finally bursting out in denial “how could you do such a dumb thing, I’m a villain you can’t change the facts, how can you be so sure I won’t expose Bruce Wayne as fucking batman” he smirked “it’s easy really when you have this much money and power. I can shut you up easily, plus no one will believe a villain anyway” they all smirk at you.

“Why would I help you anyway?” feeling all of their eyes on me, “it’s either jail or be with us? choose?” he took a sip from his tea.

"Wrong move stick to the plan" a mysterious sound rang in your head, and your head immediately start hurting...

Every time I do something wrong this happens. as a punishment from the ‘gods’ let’s say that.

“Nevermind, what do you want me to do anyway?” finally feeling cooperative, he took a minute to respond, weirded out by your behavior “we will go in an hour to the watch tower so eat and get ready...” he got up and left.

Damian got up to your face “listen bitch be thankful that I didn't beat you to the ground! you were so rude, never heard of manners before?” Damian said furiously about what just happened

“I do what the fuck I want. I only listen to him, not to you”, “stop trying to start a fight y/n” finally your fake-ass sister talked.

in a serious manner quietly turning to her “mind your own business” and giving her a death glare, seems like she got disappointed “how are you even my sister” giving her a serious “sure”, and getting up before she can speak, “I'm going to get ready” Alfred follows you to your room to make sure.

Getting your bag, looking at yourself in the mirror.

I wish I won, “miss are you done?” Alfred said in the hallway, actually respecting your bounders.

The watch tower,

Everyone glaring at you with disgust, those stupid heroes think they are better than everyone. I never imagined heroes to be such divas'

suddenly black canary came and extended her hand... confused for a minute, finally getting it and you shook her hand back. she smirks at your response before throwing you to the other side of the room, earning laughter from everyone.

That actually hurt “wth...” confused and hurt from what she did, “you trust too fast, how naïve of you” smirking at you once again before handing you her hand again.

Getting up without her help, giving her a bitter look, and walking off immediately after that, I would’ve never done that to anyone in my life and I’M THE VILLAIN. anger filling your heart by the second.

stopping in your tracks to see your little sister laughing with shazam and booster gold... and a couple of other heroes, she must be popular or something eh.. she got the life I wanted her to get... everyone to their own in the end

walking again, searching for something interesting to look at, shazam approaching you

“hey you are the new member? the villain one” rolling your eyes “yup that’s me”

a weird hint of red covers his face “nice to meet you, I’m shazam” he extends his hand

“you do know I'm a villain, right?” confused at his kindness and kinda scared to do the same mistake...hehe...

“I know... but I believe everyone can change -smiles- “ he gives you a genuine smile, “don't mind shazam he's young and doesn't really understand life because once a villain always a villain,” your dear sister said.

“and who asked for your opinion, you're really getting on my nerves” trying your best to control yourself “I'm really sorry for Batman for believing in you... who knows what you’re planning now?” worry covers her face but deep inside you can see her smirk.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to listen, “Sweetheart why don't you go play with your hero friends” trying to act sweet but your anger is clearly starting to control you.

“You really didn't change one bit and I bet everything I have that you are planning something bad” she didn’t even bother hiding her smirk this time because she knows everyone on her side already.

what a bitch.

“what? I’ve always been like this? what did you tell them too? that I sold you to the villains? wow, you are worse than me... they should've taken your soul instead” really amused by this, who knew she was that evil? “as much as I like chatting with you dear sister, I have matters to attend to” waving goodbye to her.

silence roamed the room.

walking away searching for batman, that hurt, she wasn’t wrong I am planning something but when she was with me, I treated her with nothing but love and care... all of this was for her...

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I might write a part 3 someday but now I’m trying to edit all the chapters I already wrote to ‘clean’ my book on Wattpad. once I finish with those I’ll start publishing the new ones.

if you like it please tell me, and reblog 🖤

#justice leauge unlimited #justice league #batman #nightwing x y/n #nightwing #exvillain #batfamily #HERO X VILLAIN #x villain reader #Xvillainreader #x ex villain #evil sister

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/imagine-nat-with-a-virgin-we-need-to-wait-till/kvca1e0isq8b

The night of your wedding tho? She is so happy to finally be able to spend the rest of her life with you but she’s also extremely eager to get away from this party and finally fuck you. Almost everyday she would either eat you out, fuck your ass, your tits, or even your mouth. Telling you that as long as she doesn’t put anything inside your pussy, it’s not actually sex. But tonight isn’t just an ordinary night, when people were getting gifts for you guys wedding, nat went aside and asked Wanda for her to do some ✨magic✨ on her strap for a present. When you both arrive home after the long party, she’s on you before you can even blink. Pushing you up against the wall and touching you all over. When she gets you to the bed she doesn’t go rough like she normally does, no this time she needs to spend her time, this time is special. She spends what feels like hours eating you out until her tongue was cramping too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She eventually started fingering you for the first time to stretch you out a bit for her strap. Even if she wanted you to be extremely tight, she still needs to be able to actually slip inside you. The feeling is amazing but you’re also so overstimulated that once you cum again you know you can’t take anymore. When nat finally gets to the main part and lines her strap up with your vagina, you stop her and say,

“Nat I really can’t take anymore. It’s too much, we can finish this tomorrow when I’m less sore okay?”

“But sweetie, I’ve waited two whole years for this moment. I can’t wait any longer, don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Well yes but-“

“Then you’ll let me fuck you right? You’ll let me just slip inside this tight pussy and give you one last orgasm? Please baby?”

“Fine but only one more, and please be gentle”

“Of course sweetheart, you know I’m always gentle with you.” She finally slips inside you and almost cums on the spot, the magic used on the strap makes it so she can feel every part of you. Every inch of your pussy is just wrapped around her. You feel so good and wet and again, so fucking good. She cries into you as she fills you up all the way with her strap, pushing in and out at a rough pace. She hears your whines but she can’t find it in her to stop, it feels too good to stop. Once you both cum for what you think is the last time of the night, she rests her head on your breasts and you start playing with her hair. You feel her start to lick and suck your breasts and you know if you don’t stop her now, you’ll be going for many more hours.

“Thank you Nat, that felt amazing but I’m really tired and worn out. I think we should both head to bed and continue this when my legs aren’t shaking.”

“Oh baby, did you think we were done? I haven’t even fully started.”

“But you said that would be the last one.”

“Well I had to lie to be able to convince you, now we’re not stopping until I’ve had my fill.”

“Nat I really can’t take anymore it’s starting to hurt.”

“But I thought you said you’d do anything to make me happy, isn’t that what you said just now and in your vows? Well it would make me happy if you would let me fuck you again.” You couldn’t disagree to that and you both eventually agreed to stop for a few minutes to let you cool down a bit before she started to fuck into like an animal for the rest of the night. Waking up the next morning you couldn’t even stand up with your shaky legs but nat was able to help you stand in the shower, which led to her fucking you once again. You eventually lost track of time as you were too focused on how good it felt to have her tongue all over you while she got lost in the taste of you, leaving you both to just barely make it to your plane on the way to your honeymoon. <3

she would be extremely insatiable in your honeymoon and you’re just so tired and worn out that you’re almost asleep while she’s still railing you, licking you, and tell you how precious you are to her. this seems so dark but it’s Tasha bear 🥺 (is it)

#a answers! 💌

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littlerosetrove · 2 years

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It is straight (heh) up the day episode 14 is gonna come out, but whatever! I finally got to watch episode 13. (ep 14 drops at like midnight my time anyway, so i’m not gonna watch it until tomorrow morning, so.)

As messed up as their relationship is, Kinn clearly loves his dad, and I don’t think Porsche wants to mess with that.

Aww Vegas was looking so happy to be making a meal for Pete. Then his asshole father had to come in and ruin it. Shit dude, any issue this guy has he blames it on Vegas. Ngl, can’t wait till he’s dead. 💀

Korn is up to something, as usual, and he’s trying to distract Kinn by saying, “For no particular reason, you should go on a trip with Porsche.”

Vegas is about to take his issues (re: daddy issues) out on Pete, and it’s gonna be a big step too far isn’t it. *not much later* JESUS. OKAY. Catch me crying with that acting from both of them.

Tankhun coming into the room with Kinn and Porsche and, uh, speaking nothing but truth bombs. Tankhun was like, “Everything surrounding Pete is hella suspicious, how do you all not see it?!?”

Oof, Pete couldn’t even give up Vegas, admit that it was him. Talk about uhhhh complicated feelings.

Kim and Chay hung out together?? More than we saw????? BOC! Please give us a side story of this or something, wtf!!

Kim needs to use his big boy words and talk to Chay in person.

Hmmm Kinn can tell Porsche is… not telling him something. 😶

Vegas deserved those two punches and more from Porsche. 😠

Porsche is - not being careless per say, but more thoughtless. Making a deal with Vegas, getting Pete to the club? Porsche must see how not-right Pete is. Connect some dots my dude. I know Porsche is kinda single minded with this parent mystery thing, but bro… 😬

Vegas and Pete. Talk about a complicated dynamic/relationship.

Kinn talking to Porsche’s parents at the cemetery is definitely a favorite scene. Kinn is all about cheesy declarations of love for Porsche. (i noticed Porsche tho with the guilty eyes when Kinn said he trusts Porsche. hhhhhh angst coming)

WHERE HAVE I HEARD THIS VIOLIN/PIANO PIECE BEFORE? During the pool sexy times scene. *squints* Why did it sound familiar??????

Setting aside this sort of “goodbye for a moment” sexy times aspect. I loved the sweet moment of Porsche kissing the top of Kinn’s head, and I’m kinda in love with these two hugging so much, I think especially after they’re intimate like that.

Also: don’t have pool sex. Ohhhhh my god it would not work that smoothly, and sweet jesus think about the possible infections. Don’t do it. Leave it to fictional BL shows and fiction.

Tankhun wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s smart, but he can’t play games the way his dad and Kinn can. Bless him though, he was ready to BOLT to find Porsche and Chay. And then so was Kim, too.

I’m pretty sure Korn had Chan or another trusted guard assassinate Porsche’s uncle.

Korn, “Why would I do that when she was my sister?” Porsche internally, “Say sike right now!! 😳”

I honestly don’t think Korn and Porsche’s mom are blood related. I don’t think Korn would let Kinn and Porsche be together if she was.

#Kinnporsche #Thai drama #my thoughts #ok now I can go read ALL the meta #Kinnporsche: ts

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roguebebe · 4 years

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good morning to the fussy little fuckers, to the impulsive, capricious and melodramatics, to the mid-range denim wearers, to the dirty raccoons, to the glass eaters, the rust lickers, the butter-voiced beaus, the bashful clams, the partners in business and in love, to the potent grapes and their designated grapes, and most-importantly to the disgruntled pelicans

#guys look what i found in my drafts lmaoooooo #i couldn’t wait till morning tho i should #is this stupid? absolutely #i have 20 drafts of stupid posts #GOOD EVENING TO DARLENE’S COUSINS #shit post #shitpost #schitt’s creek #schitts creek #schittpost** if we being honest #good morning meme

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yamahex · 2 years

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Jokes On Me

Summary: Jack doesn’t realize what he has till he loses you.

Pairing: Jack x Reader to Urban x Reader

Content Warning: Mix of fluff and angst

A/N: This idea was requested by @harlowscutie inspired by the Tory Lanez song, and I’m in love. I hope I did your idea justice.

The soft morning breeze woke you from your sleep and you noticed a firm grasp on your waist. You rolled over to see the culprit when you were met beautiful blue eyes.

“Good morning beautiful.” You smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Alright come on pretty mama, we’re going out for breakfast.” His hand moved down to your butt and gave it some encouraging smacks.

You would think this is the perfect relationship, but in reality this wasn’t a relationship at all. Jack loved to spoil you and treat you like a princess but whenever the question about being official came up it always became a argument. His want to play the field overtook your want to be in a relationship.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Jack trying to get your attention.

“What’s wrong?” You looked down at your plate and moved your food around with your fork.

“Nothing.”

“Talk to me mama.”

“Are you ever gonna want to be in a relationship with me?” You looked up at him and his eyes were wide.

“Why we gotta ruin what we have? It’s perfect the way it is.”

“For you.”

“We’re not doing this again.” You scoffed.

“Jack I’m so fed up with this. You treat me as if we’re together and I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, but you won’t make us official. And for what? Cause you’re too young to be tied down?”

The tension at the table started to grow.

“Yeah that’s exactly why.”

“So how long do you expect me to put up with this? How long do you want me to keep ignoring the fact that you’re out with girls every other night?” He looked down with a stern expression.

“If you love me you’ll wait.”

“I’ve waited long enough.” You got up from your seat and left the restaurant.

Months went by without having spoke to Jack, and it only bothered you for the first couple weeks. Until Urban came over one night to comfort you. Ever since then you and Urban became a thing and you couldn’t have been happier. You two had spent every day together, you were truly in love.

Meanwhile Jack was too caught up in his numerous females to even notice the lack of Urban’s presence around. But as time went on he grew bored of one night stands, and started missing you.

While out shopping he managed to run into you for the first time in months.

“Hey Y/N.” You turned around shocked.

“Oh Hi Jack.”

“How have you been?”

“Fine. How’s the single life?” He chuckled.

“It’s been alright, I’m glad I ran into you tho.” Your eyebrow lifted up in confusion.

“I was thinking me and you try again.”

“Babe what about this-“ Urban walked over to you and Jacks face dropped.

“Oh sup man…” Urban awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Jacks eyes went to yours.

“You’re with Urban?” You nodded.

“You’re dating my best friend?!” He stepped to you and Urban got in front.

“I think you should calm down bro.”

Jack looked at Urb.

“You know how I feel about her, then you go behind my back and date her?” Urban scoffed.

“You were leading her around in circles, telling her to wait. Meanwhile you were with any girl you came across.” You grabbed Urban’s arm.

“Let’s just go.” Both Jack and Urban had a stern expression on their faces. The two of you turned and left the store while Jack stood there dumbfounded.

He had to get you off his mind. So that night he went to a party one of his friends was hosting. It seemed to be a good distraction, till you and Urban walked in. His eyes were on you the whole night. He took in the little details about your expressions.

How happy you looked while mingling around. How in love you seemed as you sat on Urban’s lap and kissed him. He couldn’t take it.

“Babe I’ll be right back I’m gonna go get a drink.” He nodded as you got off his lap and walked to the kitchen. Jack walked up behind you as you were pouring a drink.

“Y/N.”

You jumped.

“Jack you scared me!”

“My bad.” His eyes lingered on your figure.

“You look good.” You nodded in thanks feeling the awkwardness set in.

“Be honest. You got with Urb in spite of me.” You scoffed.

“Jack are you mad I’m with Urban or mad that I’m with someone in general?”

“Both. We were supposed to be together.”

You sighed.

“I don’t know what to tell you Jack. I don’t wanna play your games anymore. I loved you, and whenever the talk of our relationship came up you just brushed it aside. I’m over it.” You started to walk away with your drink when he grabbed your arm lightly.

“I’m ready to be committed.” You looked at him in his eyes.

“Good, I hope your next girlfriend appreciates that.” You shook your arm out of his grasp and walked back to Urban.

“But I love you.”

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

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

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

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

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

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

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

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

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

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

Y/n: I’m in :)

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

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

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

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

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

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

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

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

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

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

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

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

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

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

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

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

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

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

—-

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

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

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

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

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

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

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

“A little too hard…” you remark.

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

—-

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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ahh im obsessed with the summer prompts. Can I request Lifeguard Tom with prompt 36 please? preferably fluffy ending but its all up to you thanks!

This became very long sorry bestie. I hope you still enjoy it tho! Love you so much, thank you for the request love!

Reminder to everyone else that the Summer of Love is still going on and I'll be accepting requests for it until September 22nd! You can find the prompt list here!

Let’s Give It a Shot

36 - It’s the last day of summer, and your last day together

Pairing: Lifeguard! Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom shows you exactly why you love him so much

Warnings: angst, crying, fighting

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Tom peaked at the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head, a smile came over his face at the sight.

“Good morning angel,” he cooed, “Like what you see?”

“I liked it better when you had your shirt off,” she teased, her voice still raspy and tired, “Remind me why we agreed to work today?”

“It’s only till noon,” he reminded as he bent to kiss her. He laughed as she attempted to pull him into bed, “I’ve got to get going, swim class starts at 7.”

She rolled onto her back and groaned, “Who the fuck takes their kids to swim class at 7?”

“Their toddlers angel, most of them have been up since 5,” he pecked her lips one final time before standing up, “I’ll see you at 8?”

She hummed, nodding once before she closed her eyes again, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he watched her settle back into bed before leaving, closing the bedroom door as quietly as he could behind him.

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“Bye bye,” Tom waved to the kids as they padded through the lobby.

“We’ll see you all Thursday,” Harrison added.

“Well I really appreciate it,” Tom smiled in response, falling into the spinning chair that she usually sat in, “Seriously, I owe you.”

The kids filed out, being ushered away by their parents while the boys hung around the front desk.

“I can’t believe I agreed to take you shift,” Harrison yawned, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the best,” he glanced towards the door, just in time to spot (y/n), “Oh shit, fun’s over Tom, time to get back to work.”

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes, “What are you two doing at my desk huh?”

“You’re desk?” Tom smirked, “This is my desk today angel.”

“Oh and I suppose you want me to save the drowning children?”

“No,” he stood and grabbed her by the waist, “Haz is going to watch the pool today and I’m going to help you up front.”

She raised a brow and turned to Harrison, “Really?”

He nodded, “Course sweetheart, happy to give you a little extra time together.”

“Aw, thank you Haz,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re welcome,” he gave her a squeeze before dropping her, “Alright, I’ve got to go clean up, you two just make sure everything is done. I don’t want to get in trouble because you two were making out instead of working.”

“We will, don’t worry,” she laughed, “Thank you guys, I couldn’t have dreamed up a better last day.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom hummed, pressing his lips to hers as she tried to reach for the computer behind him, “We could do this everyday if you stayed, I could switch to the front.”

“Tom you know I can’t,” she sighed, “I don’t think we should be having this discussion at work either, it’s just gonna make us both emotional.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow morning so I’m gonna be emotional no matter what,” he sighed, “You never want to talk about this.”

“Because I don’t like thinking about leaving. I don’t like the idea of being far away anymore than you do.”

“Then don’t leave,” he grabbed her hands, preventing her from getting to her job, “Just stay here. You can move in with us, Haz adores you, he won’t mind.”

“Tom I can’t. I have to go back to school, and right now I have to open, so can we please save this for later?”

He sighed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, we can talk about it later.”

“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek before pushing across the floor.

He laughed as the chair spun away from her, “I don’t know how you expect me to help from all the way over here.”

“I expect you to go make sure the bathrooms are stocked,” she flashed him a cheeky smile while she popped open the register, “And I’m gonna count the cash.”

He sighed and dragged his feet towards the closet, “Fine, fine, I wouldn’t do it for anyone else though.”

The day continued as normal, despite Tom’s best attempts to distract (y/n) from work. Tom had surprised her by doing most of the work throughout the day, insisting she simply sit and handle the register. It was a nice change, normally when Tom hung out in the front it was just to steal drinks and tease. Tom busted through all of her tasks, seeming impossibly determined to get them home as soon as possible. He’d managed to do it too, Harry arrived at exactly noon and he’d rushed (y/n) right out the door.

“Hurry,” Tom shook her shoulders while she gathered her things.

“I am, I am, sheesh,” she shoved her phone into her purse and stood, “What’s the big rush?”

“I’ve just got a lot planned for today,” he beamed at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “Now come on, our first stop is this way.”

“Our first stop?” she knit her brow as he led her towards the pool, “Wait why are we going to the pool?”

“Because it’s our first stop,” he repeated, stopping just outside the doors, “See that?” he pointed to one of the lifeguard’s chairs.

She nodded, trying to imagine where he might be taking the conversation, “I do see the chair Tom.”

“It’s the most important chair in the world,” he kissed the top of her head with a smile, “Because I was sitting in that chair the first time I saw you.”

She flushed, biting her cheek to try and fight off her smile, “Stop.”

“I remember it exactly. You walked out of there and I just couldn’t take my eyes off you, you wouldn’t believe how disappointed I was when they said you were gonna be up front.”

“I thought you were pretty cute too.”

He laughed, “Thank God you did.”

“Did you bring me out here just for that?” she raised a brow, “You’re not trying to throw me into the pool?”

He shook his head, “No, just wanted to be a little sappy. Now I’m gonna take you on that date and be even sappier.”

“Lucky me,” she chuckled, “So, where are you taking me now?”

“Minx,” he smirked, “Alright darling, just get ready for the best date of your life.”

“Back home, I can’t parade around the town dressed like this,” he motioned to his swim trunks with a smile, “As much as you might like that.”

“I’d rather save that for tonight,” she teased back, “When I’ve got you all to myself.”

Tom took her home, refusing to reveal even the tiniest detail about their date as they both got ready. He claimed it would be long, that’d they’d be out until that night, but refused to give her any more details. He even went as far as to try and blindfold her when they got in the car, but he quickly dropped it when she refused. She expected he’d be taking her somewhere new or out of town because of this, she was completely in shock when he just drove her to a sandwich shop just up the street from the pool.

“Seriously? We eat here like everyday,” she rolled her eyes, “This cannot be it Tom.”

“It’s not,” he laughed, “Obviously I’ve got something more than this planned. I just thought we could stop here.”

“Why?”

“Because, if you remember,” he began to explain, a smile overtaking his features, “You stayed late to help me clean the pool and I took you to lunch as thanks. It was like our first half date.”

“Half date?” she laughed, “That is not a thing Tom.”

“Yes it is, it was the first time we hung out outside of work together, and it’s when I asked you out, it’s a half date.”

“Those are very specific circumstances that define a half date,” she pursed her lips, fighting her urge to smile.

“Whatever, the point is, this place is special because it reminds me of you,” he leaned over the middle console to press a kiss to her cheek, “And I just wanted to tell you that before we got to the real date.”

“Aw,” she cooed at him, “Don’t tell me it’s going to get even sappier than this.”

“Oh angel, just you wait, it’s only getting worse and worse from here.”

She watched out the windows as Tom drove her across town to another restaurant, though this time she knew exactly why he’d brought her there.

“Tom,” she bit her lip as she spoke, “This is incredibly cute.”

“Ah not here angel,” he grabbed her hands as she tried to open the door, “Just being sappy again. Remember what happened here?”

“Our first date, how could I ever forget that?” she smiled as she reminisced on the happy memories, “We got all dressed up and you brought me flowers. Then we talked until they closed, and we still couldn’t get enough of each other so you drove me up to that cliff side and talked all night.”

“No, no, it was nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes, “I picked you up and you looked so fucking gouregous I could barely speak. Then I took you to this restaurant and I tried so desperately and to seem interesting enough to keep your attention. For some reason you put up with me, and we talked and talked and talked. I thought you’d want to go home at the end of the night but you still weren’t sick of me so we drove up to that little lookout point and I fell madly and deeply in love with you while we talked the night away.”

“You did not fall in love with you on our first date,” she rolled her eyes, “You’re just trying to make me emotional.”

“I fell in love with you the first time I laid my eyes on you, it just took me a little while to realize it.”

She sighed, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, “I fell in love with you the first time we kissed. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else.”

“Mine was cuter,” Tom hummed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Oh whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “Alright, are we going to the real date now?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” he shushed her, driving just a few parking lots over to the local bowling alley, “Remember here?”

“Another one?” she sighed, “Alright, you took me here to introduce me to your brothers. I found out that I majorly suck at bowling that night.”

“Yeah you do,” he laughed, “But my brothers adore you, they treat you like a sister and it totally melts my heart.”

“Yeah, I think they’re cool too,” she chuckled, “So, is there an actual date or are you just taking me on a victory lap of the city?”

“There is a date, at the end of the victory lap,” he admitted, “There’s just a couple more things I want you to see first.”

“You’ll see, just give it a second,” he hummed.

Tom drove her all over the city, stopping anywhere with even the tiniest amount of significance. He took her to the club where they’d spent Harrison’s birthday, the fairgrounds where they spent way too much money on rigged games, even the local park, where her and Harry had gotten way too competitive with a game of frisbee golf. He took her to more sentimental spots too, like where they’d had their first kiss, the hill where they’d fallen asleep watching a meteor shower, the place where they’d first said I love you, where they’d had their first time. It was like a montage of their greatest hits, that had her falling in love with Tom, and the city, all over again. She was almost in tears when Tom finally declared that the tour was over, and it was really time for their date.

“Okay, where are we really going then?” she pressed, her eyes glued to the window for any clues, “I mean we’ve pretty much been everywhere already…”

“Looks like we’re heading to your place, or work,” she knit her brow.

“Does it?”

“Does it?” she mocked, “We have to get out of this car soon or I’m gonna pee myself.”

“Well,” he flicked his blinker on and turned into the pool parking lot, “Good thing we’re here.”

“Tom I swear to god I-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “But you can run inside real quick and use the restroom before we go.”

“They’re closed.”

“I have my keys,” he flicked off the car, grinning as he waved for her to follow, “Hurry up angel.”

She followed him inside, suspicious that he had some kind of ulterior motive, “We are not fooling around in there Tom.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he hummed as he opened the front door, “Go on, take care of your business.”

“Thanks,” she scampered off to the bathroom, only to find Tom was missing when she returned, “Tom?” she peaked around the lobby but found nothing. She got no response when she knocked on the men's locker room door, and the employee lobby was empty. “Tom?” she called again, peeking at her phone for any hints, “Come on,” she sighed and headed for the pool.

“Surprise!”

Out jumped everyone she’d spent the summer with, Tom, Harrison, his brothers, everyone they’d worked with at the pool, all the friends she’s made across town. The pool was all lit up, lined with tables full of food and drinks. (y/n) was in shock, her jaw hung open as she took it all in.

“So,” Tom’s arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “What do you think?”

“This is amazing,” she squeezed his hands, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he kissed her cheek again before stepping away, “We all wanted to make your last night really special.”

“It’s perfect,” she confirmed, “Seriously, I couldn’t imagine anything better than this.”

“Glad to hear it love,” Harrison wrapped his arm around her shoulders for a quick hug, “Come on though, you’ve got lots of people to say goodbye too.”

She was led around to say hi to everyone, progressively becoming more and more emotional as the night went on. Tom stuck right to her side, doing his best to comfort her as the night went on. It was nice, she appreciated the gesture and everyone being there, but the realization that this was her goodbye just kept creeping back up. Tom could tell she was drained by the end of the night, obviously ready to just curl up in bed.

“Angel, are you ready to go home?” he hummed.

“No, no, I’m okay,” she insisted, “We should stay and help clean up.”

“You can’t clean up your own party,” Harry rolled his eyes, “We’ll stay back and clean it up. If you’re ready to go you and Tom can head out.”

“Are you guys sure?” she wrung her hands nervously, “We can stay and help.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, it’s not very much anyway, we’ve got this.”

“Thanks guys,” Tom squeezed her side, “Let’s get you home then yeah?”

She nodded, “Thanks guys.”

She moved to give each of them a hug, mumbling a quick goodbye, hoping to escape to the car as quickly as possible. Harry seemed to have other ideas in mind though.

“I love you,” he squeezed her tight.

“Aw, I love you too,” she chuckled.

“I’m gonna miss you so much sis,” he patted her back as she pulled away.

She forced a smile as she stepped away, waving to them while her and Tom slipped away.

“Are you alright?” Tom squeezed her waist.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she insisted as she climbed into the passenger seat, “I just wanna go home.”

“Alright, we’ll go.”

“He called me sis.”

“What?”

“Harry called me sis.”

Tom chuckled, “Well yeah, I told you earlier, they think of you like a sister.”

“But it’s different when he says it,” she sniffled, her facade finally crumbling, “I don’t wanna go Tom.”

He moved to her side as quick as he could and pulled her into him, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to angel. If you want to stay you can, Haz and I would be more than happy to have you.”

“But I can’t! I can’t just ditch everything for a summer fling! I have to go back to school and my family and I have to go home! But I don’t want to go back there! I want this to be home, I don’t want to leave!”

Tom took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head before scooting back to his seat, “I know we went a lot of places today angel, but I’ve got one more thing to show you alright?”

“No I don’t wanna go fucking see anything else Tom! I just want to go home…”

“We will, I just want to show you one thing angel, it’ll make you feel better,” he promised, slipping a hand over hers, “It’ll be quick.”

“Okay…”

She was quiet the rest of the short drive, he’d taken her to a small cafe, they’d only been there once before.

“Come on angel,” he waved for her to follow him.

“Why would you bring me here?” she scoffed.

“Just come on,” he insisted, smiling as she slammed the door behind her, “Come sit with me,” he patted his lap.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before falling into his lap, “Why are we here?”

“Do you remember what happened here?” he hummed.

She nodded, “Yeah, we had our first fight here, and it seems like you’re trying to have our second too.”

“No, I’m making a point,” he corrected with a smile, “We had our first fight here, and then we never came back here again. But that is not why I brought you here, I brought you here because that fight made me think about us, and the fact that you had to leave at the end of summer. I kept trying to think of ways around it or ways for us to minimize our time apart, but you know what thought never crossed my mind?”

“What?” she sank into her chair.

“That when summer came to an end we would break up, because we aren’t a summer fling. We never were, not even for a second, and the sacrifices we make are not for a summer fling, they’re for a real relationship that both of us treasure. If you really, really don’t want to go then you can stay, and I mean we’ve got a Uni nearby and you’ve always got somewhere to stay here. But if I’m the only reason you don’t want to go then you need to go, and we’ll suffer through the long distance until my lease with Haz is up and then I’ll move to you.”

She shook her head, “It’s not just you, I love this town, and the friends I’ve made here, it’s everything about this place. I just feel like I belong here, and I’ve never felt like that back home.”

“Obviously I’m biased here,” he chuckled, “But you could always just give it a semester out here, transfer back if you hate it, or vice versa. Just remember this long distance thing is going to be temporary no matter what, and even then we’re only a couple hours apart.”

She was silent as she tried to sort out her thoughts, “Yeah, school’s a little cheaper out here too, that’d be nice. A-And I haven't paid for anything yet this year so I’m not really obligated to go…”

“You don’t have to justify anything to me angel, obviously I want you to stay” he kissed her shoulder with a frown, “If you wanna give it a shot then I think you should, but if you don’t, we’re still gonna make this work, because I love you.”

“I love you too,” she sniffled while he wiped her eyes, “Thanks Tommy.”

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Helllo, I hope all is well, may you do Beel with scenario 3, thank you! I hope I’m not late to this!!

Beel is literally so sweet but can be so oblivious sometimes lmao but I still love him tho 🧡 reader is gender neutral!

Also this got kinda long my bad 😭

Prompt Scenario: “Person B hiding in a closet to jump out and surprise Person A, but Person A just keeps not going near the closet by chance.” with Beelzebub!

Today is the day.

After plenty of time spent planning, you’re going to surprise a demon: a demon who won’t accidentally kill you if they do get scared.

You’re going to surprise Beel.

You see, you just found out that you won two all you can eat vouchers for Ristorante Six through a bet with some classmates, and you knew how excited and beyond happy Beel would be if you invited him to come with you (since there is NO way you could eat all that food by yourself, and free food equals happy Beel, so it’s a win-win). So what better way to tell him than as a surprise? There was only one problem.

You have not seen Beel at all today. And you’ve been in the closet going on two hours.

You know that he doesn’t have anything planned today, you double checked with him before you sneaked in the closet! So why isn’t he here yet? You bet 100% that he’s stuffing his face as usual, but he would’ve texted you by now to see if you wanted to tag along! Or maybe he got so hungry again that he forgot-

You heard the door open and close.

You held your breath when you heard a growl echo in the room.

“Ah, I’m so hungry...”

Oh thank goodness, it’s just Beel and his empty hole of a stomach (you still forget how his stomach could sound just like Cerberus). Now’s your chance! You’ll wait till he inches towards the closet, then jump out with the tickets and yelling out “SURPRISE!” Should you throw your arms up? Should you try to jump into his arms? You know that he’ll catch you, his reflexes are scary good like that.

“Maybe I should use the emergency snack stash in the closet.”

Oh man now’s your chance! His steps are inching closer and closer to the door. Okay, on the count of three. One...two...THRE-

“No, that’s MC stash whenever they come over. I don’t want to eat it and then we can’t share anything...”

You can just see the frown forming on his face and him rubbing his hands together all nervous. “But maybe they won’t mind?”, he began making his way towards the closet again. You gripped the tickets tighter, mentally preparing yourself to launch-

“No, I better not. I don’t want to upset MC. It has some of their human snacks and they’ll be sad if I ate them all now. Maybe I should see if Belphie kept Madam Scream’s custard, I could always buy him another one later...oh I could buy one with MC! But where are they...”

Oh my DIAVOLO.

Out of all the times that Beel is being considerate with someone else’s food is the time that you don’t need him to be. Why does he have to be so caring and soft all the time?!

You are ready to pound your head against the wall.

You’re ready to give up and just open the door when it sounds like he’s...sniffing something? His stomach growl filled the air, and then he was stomping towards the closet, quicker than you could process it.

You practically screeched when the door was yanked open, Beel peering down at you with a hungry look in his eyes, which then turned to confusion, then cheerful. Here you are, fallen on your butt, the vouchers stuck on your sweaty palm, petrified.

“I thought I smelled you in here!”

“Smell...?”, it came out so small and you swear that you felt your voice crack. Oh this is embarrassing. Not only did the surprise fail, but now you stink!

He nodded, “I thought I was just smelling your snack stash, but you always smell really good, so it’s not hard to find you. And I have the best sense of smell in the house. But why are you hiding in the closet? Did you get hungry too?”

“No, I was trying to surprise you, but I failed,” you sighed out. You forgot how Beel can practically sniff out anything, being the Avatar of Gluttony and all, he had to have a good sense of taste and smell. Wait, he doesn’t know why you’re in here, so you could still-

“What’s that in your hand?”

He gasped and snatched your wrist, lifting you up as you squeaked. “Is that two all you can eat vouchers for Ristorante Six?! MC, how did you-“

So much for the surprise, huh?

You must’ve zoned out over your failure, because the next thing you knew, you were being tossed over Beel’s shoulder, staring at the ground in shock.

“MC, I’m hungry.”

You gulped.

“Wait can I atleast change first before you go?!”

“There’s no time to waste, we need to go. Now.”

“But Beel-“

Your cries were ignored as you both (or rather Beel) raced to the restaurant, you still being carried on his shoulder.

Lucifer is not a happy camper right now.

It’s past midnight, and he had to come out and personally apologize to the owner of Ristorante Six because his younger brother still doesn’t know how to control his raging appetite and his rage in general when he is being denied food. And also because of a certain human who thought that giving the Avatar of Gluttony an all you can eat voucher would fully satisfy his hunger.

You and Beel both see him tapping his fingers meticulously, no doubt deciding on some sort of punishment. But luckily (or rather unluckily), he’s too tired to think of something right now, but he rest assured that he will have something by tomorrow. So no chance of escaping punishments.

Well that sucks. You didn’t know that Beel would go to that far after they told him they couldn’t serve him anymore (but you couldn’t blame them, Beel ate literally everything, and they didn’t have enough food for the other diners. They were even starting to run out of water and bread, and you would have never thought that was possible). You should have known better that his appetite probably wouldn’t have been fully satiated, but you couldn’t help it when you saw how his face lit up once you were both there. You knew it was because of the food, but Beel swore that it tasted better because he was with you.

Either way, you’re fine getting in trouble if it meant to see Beel smiling, even if it wasn’t for long.

Bonus:

“MC, I’m sorry I got us in trouble.”

He’s giving you that puppy dog look, the look that’s hard to stay mad, that’s hard to be mad at. “It’s okay Beel, I’m not mad. I still had fun, and even though we aren’t exactly allowed back right now, it was worth it right? You still had fun, and that’s all that matters.”

He stopped you before you could say goodnight by grabbing your hands, gaze turning serious. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Beel it’s okay, I told you I’m not upset-“

“But I am. You were just trying to do something nice for me, and I messed it all up.” He was sulking, his shoulders beginning to slouch. “It won’t sit right with me.”

Then a genius idea came to you. This could be very beneficial for you both.

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

“You do?” His head shot up. “How?” His eyes practically begged you to tell him.

Lucifer was both shocked and amused at the sight he saw.

Here Beel was, cooking breakfast (human breakfast to be exact), without eating the food. When he went to question him what exactly brought this on (he was still getting punished, but if this attitude kept up it might not be as severe), Beel only said one thing.

“I’m making it up to MC.”

He then put the food on a tray (that was even adorned with a flower and was that fresh squeezed orange juice?!), and promptly left the kitchen. So the human got his brother who ate everything in sight to make breakfast for them and not eat a single piece?

You continue to surprise him at every turn.

“MC, are you up?”

The sight of you tangled in his covers, dressed in one of his old shirts, is a sight that he can get used to. When he heard you groan and mumble out something (maybe a good morning?), he brought the tray and put it on his nightstand. “I made you something, and don’t worry, I didn’t eat a single piece, but I was tempted to because it smells so good...”

“You can have some Beel.” You sat up, stretching and overlooking the tray. He wasn’t lying when he said that this smells good, because it’s making your mouth water.

“No, it’s your breakfast, and I ate a little bit of mine earlier. Besides, the coupon says that I can’t have a piece and we have to follow it.”

If you would have known making some homemade “Beel Favors” coupons at two in the morning would make him feel better and get you treatment like this, you would have done this a long time ago, with him and the other brothers. But Beel is such a sweetheart, and you would feel bad if you just took advantage of him.

“Now, say ‘ahh’.”

“Beel,” you started to chuckle, “you don’t have to feed me.”

“But I want to, and the coupon says that I have to so...please?”

You don’t have it in you to say no, so you open your mouth, even mimicking the sound, as he gently fed you.

You both knew that the coupon said the feeding part is optional, but who were you to deny such a face? And he said please too, so you couldn’t refuse him now!

If he kept this up, you might have to redeem your 10 free kisses coupon early. But you don’t think he’ll mind if you do.

If anything, he’ll make the kisses unlimited if it’s from you.

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐❣︎

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙺𝚘𝚞, 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚊

- Kou is so cute omgggggg

- He already been planning to marry you for a while now

- He really wants your parents blessing

- So if they say no, they should expect to see him at the house asking again in less than a week

- He wants to marry you and he wants to do it right!

- Every time Tiara is at his house she always asks “are you and y/n-san married yet???” (She's like 12 now)

- He will pat her head and say “Hopefully soon!”

- Tiara is 100% for you two getting married

- Wants to be the flower girl at your wedding

- Kou wouldn’t want to start this relationship with any secrets

- So he probably told you he was a ghostbuster early on

- *cue ghostbusters music*

- He wanted this to go good

- Your parents probably already like him, like, who wouldn’t?!

- He ask you what your parents favorite foods were

- Sudly tho

- He really doesn't want you catching on

- He learned how to cook the dishes you said

- The dish is Teru and Tiara approved

- He was such a gentleman oh my gosh

- He got himself a suit, your parents favorite flowers, he was nervous AF

- “Hello Mr. and Mrs. L/n! I brought you some (favorite food) and (favorite dessert), c-can I come in?”

- He prepared a whole speech too-

- “Mr. L/n… I wanted to ask you something important. I love your daughter, she means the world to me. I want to walk her out the door every morning and see her at home every night. I want to start a family with her, raise kids with her and if she doesn't want kids then that's fine too! I want to be there for her when she’s sad, happy, excited, and angry. No matter what, I will always want the best for her so please! May I have your blessing!”

- This cocky bitc-

- He hasn’t thought much about marriage, things are good the way they are!

- Him teasing/making fun of you 24/7

- He truly loves you dearly

- But one night you came over to his house to have dinner with him and his mom

- His mother loves you SO MUCH LIKE-

- Once you came Mitsuba greeted you and called you his little idiot, normal

- You offered to help his mom in the kitchen, this isn’t your first time in his house!

- She awed and hugged you

- “Sousuke!!! Why didn't you marry her already?!?! She's perfect!”

- Marriage…

- It all changed after that.

- He thought about what it would be like if you ever broke up with him… he couldn’t stand that

- He really thought it over and he knew he really wanted to marry you

- He knew he had to lay a ring on that finger before anyone else can

- He was low-key debating if he should even ask your parents for their blessing but he knew his mother would yell at him if he didn’t

- It took him a while to actually muster up the courage to go to your parents house

- But he did eventually

- Scared… PFFT! He's not scared… but he does have to admit he is quite nervous-

- He walked up to your parents door, suit on, hair tied up neatly, and he knocked.

- Once your parents let him in he got straight to the point

- “So, uh, listen. I want to marry your daughter, she makes my day everytime I see her smile. I do tease her a lot but I never mean to hurt her and I pray she knows that. I want to wake up and see her every morning and show her that I do care for her. May I please have your blessing for our marriage?”

- If your parents say no he would get REALLY defensive

- “Well- PFFT- I will marry her anyways!!”

- Him and his brother was just talking about their relationships

- Amane said that he would like to marry his girl soon and ask for her parents blessing in the marriage

- And that what started this

- He was low-key confused.

- He honestly didn’t really know what marriage was

- “Isn’t marriage just when you can have babies?”

- “Tsukasa no-!”

- Long lecture from Amane on what marriage actually is!

- “That’s it! I’m going to marry y/n!”

- Determined they are going to say yes

- Probably never really meet your parents before-

- They really know him more from your simping ass talking about him when you get the chance

- He got a suit

- He got chocolate

- He did his hair

- Tsukasa wanted to eat the chocolate so bad

- But he didn’t

- They were for your parents

- You should take him to get chocolate later

- He is actually not nervous about this!

- Like they are going to say yes... right?

- He knock on the door and waited till they answered

- When they opened the door he handed them the box like “Here! For you!”

- This is where he gets nervous

- “Hello! I would like to ask you for your blessing so I can marry your daughter! I promise to always keep her safe and hopefully one day we can start a family!”

- If your parents say no, he will marry you anyways

- Would be a little disappointed if they said no tho

- But if they said yes...

- “Y/n! Y/n! Never guess what happened today! I got your parents blessing to marry you!”

- “YOU AREN’T SUPPOSE TO TELL THEM UNTIL YOU PREPOSE TSUKASA-“

- Amane had another lecture about marriage with his younger brother

- Expect a ring soon

#tbhk x reader #kou x reader #mitsuba x reader #tsukasa x reader #hanako x reader #anime x reader

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angstyclowns · 3 years

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Hello! I'm sorry this might be a bit long, I was wondering if you can write something ABO/angsty, something like Fem! Omega reader finding out their Pro Hero!Alpha will scent items for random fans for their "image" (maybe forced by agency?) and it starts a fight where he basically says "I wish we didn't Bond at such a young age" even tho he doesn't mean it he's just so upset🥺maybe for Bakugo, Todoroki and/or Hawks? They are my absolute weaknesses and I just know they would hurt the most!

I am now actively deciding to ignore canon. Fuck canon.

Me, writing this: Lmao imagine if Touya kicked Shouto’s ass for this.

Also me: Oh WAIT-

I did not write the resolution to these fights but whatchya gonna do.

Alpha! Katsuki Bakugou, Shouto Todoroki and Keigo Takami x Omega! Reader

Katsuki Bakugo

You weren’t sure where this sore-spot came from, or how it came to be so sore. You just knew it was. At this point it was an open gaping wound the size of Texas that hurt. Your omega was hurting throughout the day more often than not now. Whining and whimpering as she saw her alpha scent any and everything tossed his way. It hurt. And it hurt a lot. You guys had bonded in your third year at high school, and perhaps that was a mistake. You both were young and didn’t know what you were doing. Impulsive.

“Katsuki, I understand it helps your public rep-”

“Than that should be it. End of fucking discussion.” Your alpha hissed, dropping his duffel bad on the ground, before turning to look at you. “You have the fucking mark, I come home to your ass everyday, There isn’t a valid issue.”

You winced, feeling any sort of validation you had given yourself dripping away. It was like a heavy stone was lodged in your stomach as you swallowed tightly, feeling tears begin to swell in your eyes. “I- I’m just saying alpha-”

“Oh my fucking god. If I had known you were going to be this fucking whiny I would never have marked you!” He snapped, snarling as you recoiled. The tears you were originally holding at bay now flowed freely, dripping down your chin and onto the floor below you.

You felt your heart constrict in absolute agony as your stomach dropped, your omega reeling back before snarling. She seemed to recover faster than you, demanding you do something, anything back, but you couldn’t. You were frozen, with fear? Heartbreak? You didn’t know. You just felt the absolute agony spread throughout your chest.

“Omega- I- I didn’t-” Katsuki tried to recover, stepping towards you only to watch you turn and flee, presumably to your nest.

He never meant to say that, you were never a mistake to him. He loved you with his entire heart. But maybe, just maybe...

He lost the love you once returned.

Shoto Todoroki

Shouto didn’t often get upset. Or angry. Or even the slightest bit irritated when it came to you. He was patient with you just as you were with him.

He thanked every heavenly body every morning when he woke up next to you. Your tired laughter, soft morning dazed eyes, or messy bedhead. He loved you and every bit of you. Why couldn’t you see that?

“It’s not a big deal. My manager said it would boost my ratings.”

“Shouto, your scenting random omega’s things! Of course, it’s a big deal.” You whimpered, throwing your hands out by your side to emphasize your point.

He still didn’t see why you were getting so upset over this, truly he didn’t. It was a smell. It would fade away. You had the bite. It would last far longer and he made sure it never so much as faded in shade. He just didn’t get it. His alpha was trying to bark and growl at him but it wasn’t helpful. In fact, he’s been growling since his manager told him to start this whole thing.

Tying up his boots, Shouto rolled his eyes. “Maybe this wouldn’t be such a big deal if we had waited to bond. Wait till you were a little more mature.”

“Me? Do you not see how messed up this is, Shouto?” You began crying, sending his heart to his throat. He knew his time was ticking before he had to go to work, but he could also feel the bond between you two thinning, almost threatening to snap completely.

He knew he had a choice to make. His job or his omega.

When you turn to disappear, his throat tightened when the choice became all the more real.

Keigo Takami

“Keigo- This- This isn’t right!”

“You don’t have a monopoly on me!”

You both had been screaming for hours at this point, your throats raw with strain and pain. Tears had long since run their course down both of your faces, making your cheeks red and eyes puffy. His wings were out and fluffed but neither of you were backing down.

“What would you do if I started scenting random things for other alphas, huh?” You hissed, wiping your tears as you stood your ground. Too many things in Keigo’s hero career had gone by, too many things you let slide that you knew weren’t good for him or you. Or your relationship.

Not this. Not this time. You were holding your ground.

“That’s different!” He growled, trying to calm himself as his feathers mindlessly sharpened.

“How?!”

“I’m a hero! Your a regular civilian! Can’t you see that I’m more important than you? Maybe we shouldn’t have bonded so you could see how important I am. I’m needed!”

You grit your teeth, shutting your eyes as more tears streamed from your eyes. Keigo paused as well, his own tears falling onto the floor. “Wait- Y/N-”

“No. Your so important, right? Then go. You have work. Have fun.” You sneered, turning on your heel and walking away, leaving Keigo to stand in the doorway, wings falling limp behind him.

He was nothing without you, and maybe he just lost what held any importance to him.

Guys I have my christmas present asleep on my lap. It’s a cat. Her name is Lynx.

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saintprinsessa · 3 years

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Feeling You: Wanda x Fem!reader

Summary: You were in the middle of a war zone, the Avengers had found Hydra’s base and planned on attacking them by surprise, but the plans didn´t go as initially thought.

You saw how Wanda was in danger and you just went to help her.

Even if it cost you everything.

Trigger warning: Explicit descriptions of serious injuries (broken bones and burns), just a bad word, a little self-consciousness, and a lot of angst.

Words: +5000 (Got carried away)

Author´s note:

I don´t love this one, it made my heart ache a bit tho.

This takes place when Vision was still awkward with the Avengers, so he is going to talk with more estimation.

Also more Agatha ones are coming! :)

Any mistakes are on me and me only!

Anyways, please enjoy!

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The team was trapped, you were going in front, trying to clean the way to give access to Cap and Widow, they needed to enter the building and destroy the heart of it.

While fighting some guards, you looked up instinctively and saw Wanda attacking from a high position in the air, throwing energy blasts towards some armored trucks.

She is safe.

A bad feeling hit your gut, and your eyes searched around the field.

They landed on a guy who was standing on a tall rock not so far from you.

Before you could react, he shot an electric net, which captured Wanda, instantly wrapping leaving her motionless and shocking her until she was unconscious.

With widened eyes, following her all the time, you ran into the guy, throwing him into the nearest tree, knocking him over, and ran to catch Wanda.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

You gave yourself an electromagnetic impulse, and then your body was collapsing into Wanda’s in the air, but as soon as you touched her, the electric shot went through you, you shut your eyes tight and groaned.

You grabbed the net, your eyes started blooming with light, and with an inhuman effort, you tore it from her body, making her fall from you.

The net was giving you electric shots but you did your best to let Wanda land without her getting hurt.

Her body landed gracefully.

Yours not.

You were like a ragdoll being thrown into the ground, your ribs crunched, twisting inside you and making your organs turn, one of your arms twisted backward, you grunted loudly as your head hit the ground in a bumping motion, and you were dragged various meters, the hard rock floor cutting through your skin and bruising you.

Slightly dizzy, you managed to lift your head.

You needed to see if Wanda was okay.

And when you saw her chest rising slowly, you let go a relieved sigh.

Widow, Cap, and Bruce screamed at you, and by the time you were processing what they said, an explosion was the last thing you heard.

And then everything went black.

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Wanda jolted awake terrified, breathing sharply, holding the sheets for her dear life.

What happened?

She cleaned some of the sweat on her forehead and started to ease her nerves, trying to calm herself.

Wanda left her room and went to the kitchen, the halls of the Avenger’s tower were empty.

Strange.

When she arrived, they were all gathered in there, all with worried looks on their faces, some facing the ground, some staring at something.

And then, the realization hit her.

Someone was carrying her back to the ship, in the middle of all the shouting and explosions, she saw that they were winning, she could remember that something hit her and she lost balance, but she was confused, she was falling from high, why her body was unharmed?

Then she saw another body being carried near her, and she quickly recognized who it was.

You.

But she couldn’t see your face, it was blurry and fading, your body seemed...

Lifeless.

Then she fainted.

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“Where is (y/n)?”

The question was hesitant, almost like a whisper, and bit her bottom lip.

Maybe she just didn’t want to hear the answer to that question.

Wanda searched between all of them, they looked at each other with sad faces.

Clint avoided her eyes, Natasha was fiddling her fingers, lost in her mind; Cap looked at her but quickly returned his gaze to the floor.

Vision was leaning onto the counter with his arms folded.

“Vision.”

He flinched, Wanda used a stern tone, not a good sign.

“Where is (y/n)?”

Her thick sokovian accent slipped, the question was venenous, her eyes flashed red for a second.

Vision couldn’t bear it anymore, that was too much pressure.

“This compromises me a lot, Wanda, (y/n) fervently asked us to not tell you.”

He said nervous, clasping his hands together while he approached her.

“She is currently at Dr. Banner´s laboratory.”

As soon the sentence left his mouth, Wanda hurried off the room.

Vision turned around to watch the other’s faces, who only nodded, and quickly followed Wanda.

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The doors of the lab flushed brutely open, Banner jumped backward losing balance and fell, Wanda made her way towards him stomping, her magic surrounding her menacing.

“Where?”

Her eyes lighted up dangerously for a second as a warning.

Bruce only pointed on a left hall, quickly shooting up on his feet and guiding Wanda, she was following closely, every step as a threat for him to walk faster.

He unlocked the door and Wanda pushed him aside, not having a pinch of patience.

She gasped.

You were nowhere to be seen.

If looks could kill, Banner would be three meters underground.

“I- I swear I left her here.”

He put his hands as if surrender, he quickly went to check your last vital signals registered on the machines.

“Her body was recovering quickly.”

He smiled nervously at Wanda, her anger was replaced with concern.

Thousands of negative thoughts were racing on her mind.

Vision appeared, traversing through the wall, his eyes saw the empty gurney in front of him and then settled on Wanda.

“I bet she is breathing and stable, Wanda.”

He tried to comfort her while he patted her shoulder, just for Wanda to turn and hug him.

She started sobbing like a child, she couldn’t contain herself.

She had so many things to tell you.

Vision soothed her, caressing her back awkwardly, he didn’t know what to do with human emotions.

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Four weeks had passed.

You hadn’t shown any signals of life.

Tony had sent multiple drones to seek for you, the other avengers were searching every day in your favorite spots around the town.

Wanda, on the other side, every day that passed, the first thing that she did was go to your room, and run her hand through the sheets of your bed, your figure still draw in them, she would spend the whole day locked in there.

She also had a shirt that you gave her, she would sleep every night in her bed, hugging the shirt tightly.

“I should have told you, I should have done so many things, (y/n).”

She felt heavy, her eyes swollen for crying till she was dry, her throat sore, she was tired.

She still hoped that one day, she would wake up, go to your room and you would be there.

You would be sleeping peacefully, waiting to the alarm to wake you and spend your day making the avengers laugh at your silly jokes, training almost half of the day, and in the afternoon, while everyone was occupied, you would approach silently to Wanda’s bedroom, hesitantly deciding if knock or not the door, which she would sense you and would permit you to enter, you would find her sitting leg-crossed in her bed, while watching a 50’s black and white sitcom.

She would invite you with a warm smile and a slight nod, asking silently for you to sit on her side.

At some point in the show, she would look at you from the corner of her eye.

You would be watching the show attentive, trying to understand what was happening, but your thoughts, were flooding with Wanda’s presence, how warm she felt, how her company calmed you, she made you happy, she made you feel safe.

You would feel that someone is looking at you, and you would turn to see Wanda, who is now looking at you fully, with a small blush on her cheeks.

You would smile at her, your heartbeat would rise and your eyes would gleam with emotions.

Wanda would retrieve the smile.

“Hey.”

You would say cheerily.

“Hey.”

She would reply sheepishly.

The show would end and you would ask if she wants to see another episode.

She would say yes.

She always says yes to you.

And you would spend the entire afternoon watching the show, maybe you would leave Wanda for some snacks and then would return with your arms full, making Wanda laugh.

Or maybe you would fall asleep because the show not more entertains you, and she would look at you with devotion and adoration.

Some nights you would stay there, Wanda always let you stay, she would hug you, let her head rest on your chest and sleep with you, the next morning you would jolt awake and shower thousands of apologies to Wanda, she just would laugh and say that it was okay.

Some nights you would wake up in the middle of the night, super embarrassed, apologizing and leave, saying that it won’t happen again.

Wanda despised that kind of nights.

She loved your company.

Vision entered her room once again, always forgetting about privacy.

He would do this every day, bringing her some food, and she would eat half of it, just for respect.

Wanda’s head shot up, watching Vision approach to the bed.

“What do you want, Vision?”

Wanda asked dryly, her accent became evident these past weeks, it seems that it tended to appear when she was annoyed.

“I excuse myself for the bargain, Wanda, but I kindly remind you to ingest the nutrients your body needs.”

He replied while gesturing towards the plate he left that afternoon, deep in him, he was hoping that Wanda at least, ate, because her lack of resting and lack of self-care was clearly evident.

She scoffed and returned to her curled-up position.

Vision sighed, this needed to change.

She was not fine.

“Wanda.”

His voice was stern now.

No response.

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

“You need to eat something, if you continue like this, you will pass out.”

Still no response.

“The Avengers, including myself, are doing everything in their limits to find (Y/n)”

He trailed off a bit in the end.

Wanda turned her head to look at him.

“She will appear, I can sense it.”

Now her whole body was facing him.

“I think she would like to find you doing well.”

He dedicated Wanda a slight smile, she replied with another.

“Thank you, Vision.”

He just nodded and left the room.

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Two weeks passed after that.

Wanda recovered some color on her face, her lips were plump again, and her eyes were refreshed, she would give a small smile if she encountered someone on her way to the kitchen or returning to your bedroom.

When she opened the door, she squealed when she found Vision inside but smiled afterwards.

“Vis, what are you doing here?”

He was in the middle of the room, looking outside through the gigantic window.

He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t move.

Wanda, slightly confused, approached him.

“Are you okay?”

She grabbed his shoulder, slowly turning him to her.

She locked her eyes onto his.

But they weren’t Vision’s eyes.

They were (y/e/c).

“Wanda...”

Vision talked, but that wasn’t only his voice, there were hints of yours too.

“(Y/n)?”

She smiled hopefully and cupped Vision’s face.

“You look stunningly delicious, Wanda.”

Vision smiled fondly like he was feeling your excitement.

The compliment was a joke between you and her, she was trying to learn english compliments and asked if the Froot Loops could be described as “stunningly delicious” .

She laughed a bit and looked into your eyes.

It was you but how?

“How have you been? Have you lost weight?”

The Vision-controlled-by-you asked pressing her cheeks together, her face now looked like a Blowfish.

The body quickly retracted his hands and took a step backward.

His eyes turned blue again.

“I’m sorry, Wanda, I hope that didn’t bother you.”

That was Vision, embarrassed of grabbing Wanda´s face like that, even if that was you.

You apologized mentally to him, he said that it was fine.

Wanda laughed a bit, she realized that you two were talking mentally as he had his eyes closed but they were moving furiously.

“How are you doing all this?”

She approached Vision again, he opened his eyes and they were yours.

“It’s a long story, but we are somehow connected.”

You smiled a little while remembering something.

You sighed and looked at her again.

“I just wanted to see you, to check if you were doing fine, Wanda.”

Her eyes started watering, and she shivered a bit.

Oh how much she missed you, how much she missed your face.

“Where are you right now, (y/n)?”

She simply asked and that took you by surprise.

You gulped and tried to take Vision back, but she grabbed your shoulder to keep you in place and grasped your chin so you couldn’t avoid her gaze.

“Where are you!?”

Her voice broke, she was crying.

Your eyes closed shut, you were concerned for her, you wished, no, you dreamed of being there, replacing Vision.

“I’m sorry, Wanda.”

You cupped her face and hugged her tightly so she won’t move.

“I really am.”

She shoved Vision backward so she could look at your eyes.

“Wait! (Y/n)!”

She shook Vision when she saw how (y/e/c) were fading to give access to Vision´s ones again.

“Don’t go...”

Wanda trailed off when he saw the pitiful look on his eyes, she started sobbing loudly.

“I apologize, Wanda.”

He hugged her, but not like you.

Nobody could hug like you.

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They stayed in the room after that, it was quiet, Vision was sitting beside Wanda the entire time, she stopped crying after some time; when it got too late, he left the room and quickly returned with some food.

“How...”

Wanda mumbled as Vision was setting a little table in front of her.

“How is she connected with you?”

Wanda asked nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and scratching her arm.

Vision nodded and sat again, giving Wanda a glass of water and observing her.

She took the hint and began to eat.

After a few seconds, he started talking.

“I don’t have a proper explanation of it.”

Vision said frowning.

“One day, (y/n) just approached me, she touched the stone...”

He motioned his hand hanging over the stone a little.

“And suddenly, I could feel not just me, but her too.”

He looked at his hands.

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And it was true.

When you arrived at the tower, Vision was a really interesting being for you.

You quickly befriended everyone, even him; he would ask about some human things, and you would gladly tell him everything you knew about it, still amazed at the fact that he could think properly and feel too.

One day, the curiosity took the best of you, and you asked if you could touch the stone, slightly embarrassed, you didn’t know how Vision could feel about it.

He smiled at you and nodded, bending a little so you could reach his forehead.

You thanked him and softly pressed your digits into the rock.

Click.

Everything made sense, his existence, how his body worked, how he could feel things, you now could see how he was conformed, you watched his energy flowing in his body.

He was a sophisticated invention, and when you looked at his eyes, the stone glowed.

Your eyes flashed.

Vision could see your brain working, your veins pumping and your nerves functioning, you were something more than a simple human, yet you were made in blood and flesh.

He could feel you and you felt him.

You two shared a smile.

He was a good artificial friend, and you were the closest he has been to a human.

When you got hurt in the battle, he left the Avenger’s tower, even if told he had to stay and not intervene, and when he found you, lying unconscious on the ground, he carried you to the lab immediately.

He felt how you were physically hurt, while you were screaming to the others from pain in the lab, crying.

He felt.

He had felt you thinking loudly while you escaped.

Then he felt how you were hiding from the avengers.

No.

You were hiding from Wanda.

He could feel...

Your sadness.

So he contacted you, through a mind bond you both had, at first that scared the shit out of you, but quickly was replaced by relief.

He was... happy to be talking to you, you two agreed that he would check on you, but he wouldn’t say anything.

In his visits, he told you about everyone, you felt horrible, and when he told you about Wanda’s breakdown, you made him promise that he would take care of her.

And he gladly did.

Because this was not an order, like the ones that Stark gave to him.

This was something that you asked.

And while you were asking, he felt your sorrow.

So when he returned another week and told you that Wanda was doing better because he raised her hopes about seeing you again, you had to do something.

You couldn’t appear, no.

His stone was enlightened again.

And you understood that this connection was deeper than you initially thought.

When you looked at him, he nodded, and you hugged him.

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Wanda stopped chewing and gazed at him, in disbelief.

He sighed.

“Wanda... is there any possibility that I could see inside your mind?”

She gave him a confused glare, frowning, and shook her head.

“It’s just... I feel like...”

His stone gleamed for a second.

Wanda’s eyes shot up and she approached him, she slightly raised her hand, and Vision stiffened.

That was not what he wanted, and Wanda caught up.

She closed her eyes and let her hands rest on her legs.

Vision nodded and softly pressed his hand into her temple.

Now, he no only felt how you were observing, but now, you were feeling Wanda too.

She felt painfully broken, flooding with anguish and melancholy, she felt like someone tore apart half of her soul.

You felt her.

And now you were crying disconsolately.

Vision quickly drawled his hand back, he had his eyes closed and a pained look on his face.

Wanda blinked a few times and give a concerned look at him.

“Vis, what happened?”

Vision opened his eyes.

A tear ran down his cheek.

“I know where is (y/n).”

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You were gathered in a corner of the room you were living in, crying, you couldn’t stop your tears anymore.

You missed Wanda, you missed her laugh, her voice, her eyes, her warmth.

You missed the moments you spent with her.

I should have told her...

You heard someone bursting into the living room.

Vision?

You didn’t have the forces to confront him right now.

“(Y/n)!?”

You froze.

It wasn’t Vision.

It was Wanda.

“(Y/n)!? Where are you!?”

She screamed with hope in a faint voice.

Everything was dark, Wanda quickly lighted the only bulb that was in the room.

“(Y/n)! Please!”

She cried out, her heart pumping hard in her chest, her face tear-stained was desperate looking around.

And from all the darkness, you appeared.

Wanda went through thousand of emotions when she saw you.

You were different.

Skinny, almost in your bones, your body slightly curved, like you were using just a foot to put your whole weight, one of your arms was bruised; the other one holding a cane.

You stepped more into the light, and she took in your face.

Your lips were dry, you had a big cut in the bottom one, half of your right ear was missing.

And the whole part of your eyes was bandaged.

You were wondering if your mind tricked you, there was no sign of someone in there.

Until you felt an arm wrapping you tightly.

You dropped your cane and hold onto the figure.

Wanda started sobbing into your shoulder, she had one of her arms grabbing you strongly by your back and the other one was grasping your shoulders, trying to feel you as most as she could.

“I thought that I had lost you.”

She continued to cry until she had little hiccups.

You were crying too, your bandages were damped at this point.

“I’m sorry...”

You replied breathlessly.

She left the embrace, but she continued to hold you, her hands were now at your waist.

“I won’t leave again.”

You nodded slowly, trying to reassure her that it was a promise.

She observed you and reached the bandages to tug them off, but you quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Wait, Wanda.”

You called quickly, your heartbeat raised, and your breaths became shorter.

“You don’t have to.”

You were anxious, repeatedly trying to put her hand down.

She cupped your face with her other hand and caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“I want to, (Y/n)”

For a moment, you dug your nails into her wrist but you quickly surrendered.

It was Wanda after all.

As soon as you nodded, she retrieved her hands and used her magic to undo the bandages.

It all happened slowly, she carefully took every layer, hesitating a little, because every layer she took off made you stiffen more.

At the final layer, she used her hands, she grabbed gently the last strand, removed it, and let it fall into the ground.

She gasped and her eyes softened.

The superior part of your face was the most affected.

The whole upper area was in a dark crimson pinkish color, burned, and in living flesh.

It covered all of it, and it reached from ear to ear.

It seemed like it was healing slowly, but the worst part was your eyes.

They were covered mostly in a milky white layer, leaving a quarter of your (e/c) at sight, swollen and sticky, tears staining your eyelids.

Now they were moving, desperately trying to seek something.

Wanda sensed your hesitation.

“I’m happy to see you.”

She smiled and leaned forward but stop inches enough so you were feeling her hot breath against your face.

“Does it hurts?”

You blinked a few times.

“No, it doesn’t.”

She brushed her nose with yours.

She read about it in a book, it was told that Eskimos couldn’t kiss because of the cold weather, so they brush their noses gently to show affection.

It was something that she liked, and you despised.

You crunched your nose and smiled.

She smiled too.

“Wanda, I have something to tell you.”

You took a step back, trying to make some room but you almost tripped so she caught you by your back.

You had one of your hands grabbing her coat and the other one her arm.

“And if I don’t say it know, It seems that probably I won’t have the chance to do it other time”

You chuckled quietly.

“ I...”

You sighed, she was giving you time to talk, you thanked that.

“I love you.”

She became ecstatic.

Your eyes stared forward, unsure, moving rapidly, waiting for an answer.

The room was silent.

You were trembling at this point.

She shook her head rapidly, coming back to reality, and when she realized that you couldn’t see her, she grabbed your hands and let you cup her face.

You eagerly touched her features, going from her forehead, tracing the corner of her eyes, caressing her cheekbones, and when you cupped her jaw, you could sense that she was smiling.

“What do you feel, (y/n)?”

A tear touched your hand and you carefully wiped it away.

“I just feel you.”

She kissed the palm of your hand.

“Good.”

She said softly and her eyes shot up red.

She was letting you into her mind.

Memories, feelings, and thoughts of her were being shown to you, so you shared yours too.

You saw how she would check on you while you were training, using a facade of “I like to see some moves to use later” knowing that she doesn’t use close combat, or how she would prepare foods that you liked in a thankful form for missing dinners when you preferred spending the night with her.

You saw how the high ranked members on meetings would make her feel less saying that she was dangerous, so it was safer to not use her in order to protect the civilians on there; but she would simply shrug it off because, in the afternoon, she would see you again.

You saw how she spent these weeks going to your bedroom and hugging your shirt, crying until she fell asleep.

You saw how she was shattered into million pieces and made her best to compose herself in the hope of seeing you again.

On her side, she saw how your eyes were fixated on her in Stark’s parties to see if she was having fun, and when you come to realize that she was getting a bit uncomfortable, you would smoothly distract anyone that was talking to her to give her some space, or how would you seek for her in every mission just to see if she was doing fine, even if you were the one that needed help.

She saw how you would have a terrible day and it all disappeared when you saw her.

She saw how you caught her while she was falling in the mission, and made sure that she was okay.

She saw how your body fell, twisted, and cracked, how the mine near you exploded.

How you screamed in agony, crying loudly and begging the others to not let her see you like this.

Because in every thought that you had.

She was present.

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You abandoned each other’s mind, her magic burst in a blast in the room when you broke the connection.

“Wow.”

You both said in a whisper at the same time, with your foreheads pressed.

“(Y/n)?”

Her gaze was fixated on you while she was brushing her slender fingers through your long hair.

“Yes, Wanda?”

This time, your eyes were searching for something, it seemed like you were searching for her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes shot up and somehow they looked into Wanda’s

“You can.”

You closed her eyes and stood still, Wanda closed hers too and leaned, kissing you dearly, making you both melt into the kiss.

It felt good.

Like new stars forming in the universe, like a laugh of a newborn or the soft caress of a mother.

Her lips had a faint taste of salty tears mixed with her sugary strawberry lipstick.

Your lips felt softer than they seemed, they had a taste of chocolate syrup covered with a hint of mint.

You had been eating your favorite candy, Vision had brought a box of them without being asked.

It’s a gift, he said, smiling.

Your hand tried to reach her face so she took your hand, grabbing and squeezing it lovingly.

You were the one that broke the kiss, with your eyes still closed but you didn’t pull apart from her, her body was emanating the heat you missed and craved.

She didn’t try to move away neither, she was enjoying the moment.

“I love you too, (y/n).”

She murmured against your lips while you formed a smile.

She laughed, and took you into her arms, picking you up, and started swirling you around.

You chuckled and screamed startled at her to stop, she stopped and lifted you higher, with a smile on her face that quite reached her ears and observed you for a moment.

Your hair was falling in cascades on her face, it framed your features perfectly, your eyes were squinted because of your wide smile.

She lowered you a bit, so now you were hovering her face.

You instinctively inclined your head, searching for her face and she made it easier when she guided your lips to hers.

This one felt like shooting stars too.

Your heart was doing stunts in your chest, she hummed into the kiss and both of you sighed excitedly.

You let your hands rest on her shoulders and wrapped your legs around her torso, then she had her hands securing you by the waist.

She broke the kiss this time, your body was melting into her touch.

You let your chin rest on her shoulder and closed your eyes, letting go a deep breath.

This felt right.

Wanda nodded, and raised her hand to rub your back, she agreed.

This indeed felt right.

“I’m sorry.”

You said suddenly, swallowing a sob, the guilt tightened your chest.

“Don’t be.”

She was smiling sadly, she still couldn’t conceive the thought of never seeing you again.

“But I only caused problems, I made you feel miserable.”

You buried your head into her neck, your voice was quiet.

“I was sad because I remembered all the happy moments that you shared with me, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, but you are alive, (y/n).”

She was excited now.

“I have the chance to show you how much I love you.”

You giggled and kissed her neck, making her laugh too.

You backed a bit, forgetting that you couldn’t see her, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest, she was there, and you could feel her.

“Wanda?”

You asked knitting your brows.

“Yes, (y/n)?

She cupped your cheek, watching you with a goofy smile.

“Are we floating?”

You laughed a bit, you could somehow sense that you weren’t on the floor, but it became obvious when you let go of your legs from her waist and your feet just felt air.

And you were right.

Absently minded, Wanda started floating while sharing the kiss with you.

“Yes, we are.”

She was laughing sheepishly, she slowly started lowering you both, holding you tenderly, until she reached the ground and she helped you to stand.

You both had your hands intertwined.

“I’ll stay with you from now on.”

She stated, taking your expressions, you were thinking.

“First me disappearing, then you gone? The others will freak out.”

You chuckled at the thought, imagining the chaos that would lose Wanda’s disappearance.

She kissed both of your hands, and leave them to grab your temples and rest her head over yours.

“Vision knows where are we, if they need us, they can talk to him.”

You shook your head, smiling.

“Poor him.”

You could hear a soft voice in the back of your head.

I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.

“Oh and (Y/n)?”

Wanda asked, a smile could be heard in her voice.

“Yes?”

“You look stunningly delicious.”

She snorted and gently kissed your nose.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #mcu #marvel x y/n #mcu reader insert

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pixy-stix-art · 3 years

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Could we get a Explorer Tommy, and a Naga pred? Tommy could be exploring some sort of forest/jungle and this pred person could see them. Knowing how dangerous the forest is, they eat him and take him back to their den/hideout to keep them safe??? I'm not sure who the pred should be, so I'll let you decide. Only if you want to tho-

(Oh I love naga story’s so much thank you for this ask)

(Waning safe vore and cursing. Mention of fatal vore but none happens)

Tommy was starting to think he should have listened to Phil and not have gone so far into the forest. He had gotten lost a few hours ago and couldn’t find his way back. It was fun at first exploring the deep forest, but now he was just scared. He looked up seeing the sun was much lower in the sky then he would like. He shivered wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm. No one even knew where he was.

“Fuck!” He yelled trying to find anything that looked familiar.

Willbur slithered out of his cave to go hunt when he saw the sun start to set. He was looking for a good hunting spot when he heard someone yell. It didn’t sound like another naga. So what was a human doing all the way out here? It was to dangerous for them. He followed the sound of yelling now able to smell them. He soon found a small human boy with blond hair yell curses into the forest. He was going to attract other predators if he kept yelling like that. Good thing Willbur found him first. He got as close as he could to the human without being seen and pounced.

Tommy didn’t even have time to scream when suddenly something was holding him down on the ground. He trashed around trying to get back up.

“Stay still human.” Willbur hissed out.

Tommy froze hearing a loud voice. He looked and realize what was holding him to the ground was a giant hand. He nervously looked up and saw a giant face. It had bright yellow snake like eyes and brown hair. But what he was most concerned about was the very sharp teeth. He thrashed around more trying to get away.

Willbur sighed as the kid continued to try and get away. “Would you calm down?” He said picking the small human off of the ground. He held him in a firm grip, but not enough to hurt. “Your fine chill.” He said hoping to get the human to calm down.

Tommy yelled as he was picked up in a tight fist. He looked down seeing this wasn’t just a giants but they had a giant snake tail too. A naga then. He really was far out in the forest for a naga to find him. He clung to the fingers seeing how high up he was. “Put me the fuck down!” He yelled out not listening to the naga.

Willbur sighed as the kid didn’t seem to listen to him. “Fine then the hard way it is then. Don’t worry you’ll be safe.” He then brought the human up to his face, and before they could scream at him again, he carefully and quickly put the small human in his mouth. He rolled him around making sure he was covered in saliva.

Tommy yelped as he was suddenly somewhere dark and damp. “What..?” He questioned before realizing what had happened. He was being eaten! He freaked out trying to push the tongue off of him. He struggled till he was exhausted. He fell limp on the slimy muscle.

Willbur hummed softly feeling the human finally give up. He had more fight in him then most. He tilted his head back to swallow.

Tommy cried as he felt gravity shift and he fell the the back of the mouth. He didn’t even have the energy to fight the tight muscle that squeezed him down deeper into the beast. He hadn’t even been chewed up, he was being eaten alive!

Willbur smiled happily slithering back to his cave with his little human. He was glad he had been the one to find him. Other nagas wouldn’t be so kind as he save him from the dangers of the forest.

Tommy was squeezed into a empty space he figured was the nagas stomach. He crawled over curling up against the plush wall. He sobbed scared he wouldn’t get back home. His family wouldn’t even know what happened to him.

Willbur soon got back to his cave. He curled up in his nest finally realizing how still the human had been. Normally they struggled more. He put a hand over where he felt the soft weight of the human.

“Hey, are you good?” He was worried he’d accidentally hurt him.

Tommy distantly heard the naga talk. He picked his head up glaring at the space around him. “No I’m not good! You just fucking ate me! Alive!” He yelled angrily.

Willbur frowned hearing he very upset tone. Oh.... he thought he had actually-

“No, no, no. I didn’t eat you eat you. You’re safe in there I promise. The forest is to dangerous for humans in keeping you safe.” He tried to explain. He thought the human would know he wasn’t going to hurt him.

“I- how would this be keeping me safe?! I’m in your stomach! That’s not good for humans!” He yelled. Did this naga really think he was that stupid?!

“You’re not in my stomach though. You’re in my brooding pouch.” He said curling up around himself.

“Brooding what?” Tommy asked confused. He got up more looking around the best he could in the darkness.

“Brooding pouch. You humans really know nothing about nagas do you?” Willbur said sadly realizing the kid had been thinking he was going to die this whole time.

“All I was told about nagas was that they were dangerous and will kill you the second they see you.” He said crossing his arms. He wasn’t sure if he was really safe. But he seemed to be the only thing in here.

Willbur sighed. “Maybe some nagas are like that. But I’m not. You can trust me.” He said laying down in his nest. He was getting sleepy now. “Oh! What’s your name little human?” He should’ve asked that before.

“My name? You want to know my name now?” Tommy huffed annoyed with the situation. “It’s Tommy.” He hesitantly said.

“I’m Willbur.” He said with a yawn. “I’ll let you out in the morning, Tommy.” He said as he closed his eyes ready to sleep.

“Wait what! In the morning?! No get me out now!” Tommy pushed against the walls. The only thing he got in return was soft snores. He sighed curling back up. Hopefully the naga was right as he’d be fine. But he was also tired after walking around all day. He hesitantly fell asleep his body exhausted. He just hoped he’d wake up.

#giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t #naga #naga!Willbur #pixies writing #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #ask #tiny!tommy #tw vore #safe vore #soft vore

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smutandfluffohmy · 4 years

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His Sweater #2

From: Smutandfluffohmy Pairings: George Weasley X Slytherin!Reader A/N: The time-line of events is altered for story telling purposes, something that will be very obvious if people want me to continue on with the story. I think this is the closest to slow burn I’ve gotten to in my entire fanfic career. Hope y’all can understand because asgyv my brain would rot if I tried to line it up with canon completely.

Read Part 1 here

I have no wand, no socks and I’m wearing a Gryffindors sweater. This could go south terribly fast and I’m hoping for any other cardinal direction. If all else fails I could always throw a punch and run to my bed.For the second time that morning I almost crashed into someone. Seriously an entire hallway but we are still walking on the same side.

Draco stared at me from my face to the sweater, I wish he would notice my bunny slippers too. I also wished he would’ve seen me earlier in my utter Slytherin colors pride.

“Interesting sweater y/l/n” Draco said breaking the silence, scrunching his eyebrows at me. I could feel the Slytherin pride sermon bubbling inside of him.

“Interesting ingredients Malfoy” I answered back. Ingredients to make draught of peace, I’m surprised he had the ingredients, I’m surprised he was nervous and I’m surprised he was going to do it with unkempt hair.

“This didn’t happen and we didn't see each other.” He stiffened, straightening his back the glass containers clinking together.

“Brilliant as always.” I smiled, nodding at him and he doing the same. I’m sure if someone was looking at us right now we looked comical with our overly formal head nods. Starting to walk past each other, both of us going to our destination and trying not to think much about the other on our walk there.

Me, George’s sweater and my bunny slippers were home free, all we had to do is get back to the dorms without bumping into anyone else. But I don't know if it’s my seniority over the kid or perhaps as Snape’s potions assistant I felt responsible or even because I was just worried that made me turn around “Draco.” I called out to him.

He stopped, turning to face me “Y/n.”

Perhaps I should tell him that it’s 7 drops of hellebore not 8, or maybe that it’s supposed to be stirred both counter and clock wise or how it has to simmer for exactly 7 minutes. “If it’s not silver don't drink it.” Was all I could say and by far the best advice I could give him.

“Dully noted.” He said giving me a tight lipped smile, almost forced as if I was forcing him to give me a smile. “Thanks.” he muttered underneath his breath, his tightlipped smile softening at the edges.

The walk back to the dorms was no longer nor shorter than the walk from. Tho I was a bit warmer on both the inside and the outside all thanks to George. Climbing the stairs down to the common room I felt tired and heavy.

I want to sleep.I wish I could sleep but I’m afraid if I fall asleep, I must just wake up to having found out this was all but a fleeting dream. Nothing more but a hot chocolate induced fever dream.

Slipping off my slippers I walked to the edge of the carpet. Curling my toes I wondered if the shock of the coldness would wake me up, still I had to know. Stepping on the cold floor I didn’t wake up nor did I bolt up in bed.The cold floor lets me know that this was real, I was truly awake. But I don't think one knows the true lengths the mind would go to to make up a dream.

Tiptoeing into my dorm I changed into my clothes for the day, taking extra care to fold George’s sweater in a way that both said ‘I took care of it for you’ and ‘I didn’t spend half an hour overthinking this’. Perhaps I was putting too much pressure on folding techniques but I wasn’t about to be exposed by the way sleeves folded over. Getting my school bag ready I laid everything out on the bed.

“Potions.Herbology.Alchemy” I said touching each textbook, books I’ve carried around a hundred times.But I was afraid my lack of sleep would magically turn my Herbology book into a history of magic and I wouldn’t realize till I was standing in Professor Sprouts class.

I spent all of breakfast looking for George but there was absolutely no sign of him. Every time I thought I spotted his hair from across the dinning hall it was just Ron, twice it was just Ginny and once even an overly toasted plate of hash browns.

My first class was to help Snape. A couple of over brewed potions helped keep me on my toes and for that I was grateful.

Second was alchemy.Where nothing particularly interesting happened and had me periodically sticking my hand in my bag just to double,triple, quadruple check that George’s jumper didn’t grow legs and run away.

Third was Herbology. The class I was waiting for, finally a class with Gryffindors that the Weasley twins were in. Walking a bit too quickly and a bit too excitedly to class I wasn’t the first to get there.I blame it on the ever moving stairs. Professor Sprouts lesson dragged on too long for my liking or maybe it was the fact that I was drilling holes at the back that George’s head that made it all drag on.

“Mind the Mandrakes children.” Professor Sprout said with a wave of her hand leaving us to work. Perhaps it was age that made you think of anyone younger than you as children, but we were all very grown up thank you very much.

Leaning over the table I whispered “Psst George.”. No movement.

“George” I called out a bit louder but again no efforts to look back at me. Blimey perhaps it was just how tall he was that he couldn’t hear me from up there or maybe he was just that hard of hearing.

“Bloody hell Weasley I’m calling you.” I called out again poking him with my wand, surely he wasn't hard of hearing and touch desensitized enough to ignore me. Reaching closer in an attempt to tug at his robes my wand fell to the ground as a shrill screech filled the class.

“What?Sorry can’t hear anything over the Mandrake” George said turning to face me, shrugging his shoulders with the screaming Mandrake in his hands. Surely he wasn’t that much of an idiot to pull a Mandrake out of the pot and surely I wasn’t that much of an idiot to be smitten by the smile he flashed me when he did it.

Finally I ended my day just like it began. In Snape’s classroom, only now it was my class messing up potions not first years.

I wonder if it was something I said. Perhaps the carrot comment was too out of hand or maybe they bumped into Draco or maybe he was a bit crossed because he was in fact cold. Am I thinking too much into it? Did he see my sweater fold and thought it was too messy?

Before I knew it potions was dismissed and I still had George Weasleys sweater in my bag. Getting ready for the game my mind still wandered too far for me to get it back, putting on far too many Slytherin colors for it not to be comical. The Slytherin common room buzzed with anticipation and excitement with people laying one the floor writing banners for friends and people writing friends and crushes quidditch number on banners and faces and arms.

Sitting on the stands with the game dragging on, I put my cold hands inside the neatly folded sweater that was hidden inside my robes. I wonder if there was a time limit? A countdown? Were we even half way through?Admittedly I don't know a bloody thing about Quidditch just like I didn’t know a bloody thing about another sport.

Anticipation filled me, wondering when if at all out spirit section was going to mirror that of Gryffindor. Seconds felt eternal and I started to worry that they had been caught in the act.

Before I could continue tormenting myself the colors around me changed from green and silver to reds and golds.

Pansy Parkinson that was seated just behind me looked down to her robes horrified they’ve been turned. I almost felt bad for her and nearly reached over to tell her that red was unfortunately her color. The look on her face when her ‘Go Draco’ banner had been hexed to read ‘Go Harry’ was something you expected when someone tells you you’ve just stepped on hippogriff poo.

Snape looked crossed at the entire Gryffindor house and even Godric Gryffindor as if he himself planned this all out from beyond the grave to give Salazar Slytherin a last jab. I almost felt guilty looking at the face of my professor, a fleeting guilt but nonetheless guilt. Shouts around me cheering on Slytherin were abruptly replace with cheers for Gryffindor.

Smiling looking up at the players my eyes darted around for a glimpse of George or even Fred, but they all looked the same in their uniform.

“Go George!” I yelled over the loud burst of ‘Go Gryffindor’s that surrounded me.

“Go Fred!” I yelled out for good measure, adding it as to not make him feel left out tho I doubt they could hear me over all the commotion. But nevertheless I would know even if they didn’t.

The game came to an end as Harry reached up with the snitch grasped firmly in his hand. Grunts filled the Slytherin area, cursing at their changed clothes, cursed horns and now quidditch loss. I don’t know why everyone is upset this always happens at Gryffindor and Slytherin games, in fact at this point it seemed like a poorly written Quidditch plot. The fact that Harry always caught the snitch, if I didn't know any better I would have to say Harry and the golden snitch had a pact going on.

Around me people didn’t move instead they cursed and jabbed fingers at the Gryffindor tower. They must be really be crossed at Gryffindor to be standing around complaining under snow, or maybe their sheer hatred was keeping them warm. Getting up to leave because I wasn't neither cross nor warm to be standing around.

“Where are you going?” Christy asked me stopping her conversation over the horrid color combination Gryffindor had as if ours were any better.

“I need to go to the restroom. Besides I’m too cold to be standing here complaining.” I said walking away and she promptly went back to her conversation.

Walking down the Slytherin section, I made my way to the Gryffindor Quidditch player section. Somewhere I was highly banned from being in because I was neither a Gryffindor nor a quidditch player.

“I nearly fell off my broom hearing Slytherin chant for us.” Someone who I assumed was Harry said between laughter. A smile spread on my face thrilled I did in fact contribute to a great Weasley prank.

“Having them cheer for us was bloody brilliant! That had to be your best one yet!” Ron beamed at his brothers. Brilliant I got a stamp of approval not only from Harry Potter but from the small Weasley as well.

“Yea an awfully brilliant addition.” I said stepping into view.

The room felt silent and for I moment I wondered for what reason.They’ve just won shouldn't they be happy? So why do they have such long faces. Forgetting and simultaneously remembering that I in fact was that very reason, the walking Slytherin banner for the second time that day leaving people uncomfortable. Even without the silver and green perhaps something about me just reeked of Slytherin.

“You shouldn’t be in here Slytherin.” Ron said standing up to face me.The words held so much anger my mind wondered to see if I had ever caused any misfortune to the younger Weasley.

“I-I-I” My brain forgot all words or perhaps it had forgotten the ability to form any excuses. I didn’t expect a warm welcome but definitely not this much hostility.

“Going to tell Snape on us?” Harry said quirking his eyebrow at me, great I had the look of not only a Slytherin but a snitch as well. Perhaps it was the hair.

“Oi hold on that’s no way to talk to the lady of the hour.” George called out stepping from putting away his broom and jogging to stand next to me. A arm rested around my shoulder, I wonder how much of my red face I could blame on the snow.

Fred made his way to my other side, placing his hand on top of my head. “While it pains me to admit. Y/n was the one that came up with the horn bit.” He said ruffling my hair, George shifting the slightest bit closer to me. The amount of attention was too much for me and the bizarre looks on Harry and Rons face was enough to make me want to test my luck with the unforgiving blizzard forming outside. “Tho I do think I could've come up with it if I had some time.” Fred shrugged.

“Sure she did” Ron scoffed looking between his brothers to me.

“Cross my heart.” Fred said crossing his heart.

“Then I take back my compliment.” Ron said, the brotherly hatred he had for his brother far outweighing any sort of imaginary feud he had going on with me.

“Can't do that it’s already gone to my head.” Fred shrugged earning a laugh from Harry and comments on how they had to start out sourcing their pranks now from Ron.

George lead me just outside as the conversation inside kept building with Fred insisting that it was his genius that rubbed off on me, as if I would let him rub anything near me.

“Who was it in the hallway by the way?” George whispered leaning against the door frame. The hall was too cold and I had to inch forward towards George to step just out of the cold winds reach.

I shrugged “Oh it was just Draco.” I said having to look up to meet George’s eyes, I wish I was a bit taller or that he didn’t hover over me as much as he did.

His face turning into disgust just for a split second at the mention of his name “Just Draco?”

Was it Slytherin or Draco that had this effect on people? Somehow I know he would be a nuisance regardless of his house. “He’s not that bad.He could ease up on the hair dye but he’s actually pretty decent.” I said mindlessly but truthfully. “Don’t tell him I said that.” I shook my head looking up at George already visualizing just how much bigger Draco’s head would get if he knew I thought he was anything above horrid.

“Blimey I don’t think I could hold it in, it might slip out during our daily conversation” George said laughing. I wonder if I could bottle up that laugh or if I could make him laugh again just enough to commit it to memory.

“What? Draco not conversing with people outside of Slytherin? This is so unlike him I must check to see if he is feeling well.” I said faking worry for the sometimes socially awkward Slytherin.

“I came by to give you back your sweater.” I said holding it out towards him. Perhaps this was the end of our short lived friendship, perhaps after this we will go back to hardly speaking and perhaps I will go back to staring at him longingly during Herbology.

“You should come celebrate with us.” George said completely ignoring his sweater, the way he danced around it made me wonder if I actually offered him his sweater or if my mind was playing tricks on me.

“A Slytherin? At a Gryffindor party? Oh but George what would the neighbors think?” I laughed clutching the front of my robes.

George laughed “I’ll take care of them, I’ve been told I’m quite scary.” he said. I wondered who told him such a lie or if he was even capable of being even remotely scary.

Shaking my head I tried my best not to sound too disappointed “Thank you but I suspect I’m going to have to help mend an entire teams egos.” I said offering him his sweater once more.

“Keep it.” He said pushing it towards me, his voice too soft and too gentle that I wondered if a stray quidditch ball didn’t knock me out mid game and I was now living out one of those muggle romance movies.

“Bu-”

“My arms hurt from all the bludger tossing, don’t think I could carry it all the way back.” He shrugged, I wonder how tired ones arms had to be not to be able to carry a sweater back.Maybe if I played Quidditch I would’ve understood. “Just give it back to me later.”

“George hurry up we need to start celebrating!” Fred shouted sticking his head out the door looking at his brother, I wonder if his arms were equally as tired. “You coming?” Fred said looking down at me, shaking my head I wished I could accept.

“ ‘fraid not gotta go and hear my entire house moan about Gryffindors all night.” Shrugging, I could already heard Pansys moans and feel Dracos side eye of disapproval. I wonder if they were moping around the Slytherin common room in Gryffindor robes or they were so extremely crossed that they figured out a way to un hexed the robes.

“Should’ve gotten sorted into Gryffindor instead.” George said earnestly, I wondered how different this day would've played out if I was sorted into Gryffindor my first year. Perhaps Ron and Harry wouldn't be that cross with me or perhaps they would’ve gotten something else to not like about me.

“I’ll make sure to send my complains to the sorting hat.”

Fred pointed his finger at me “We got an end of year plan we’re going to need your opinion on.” he said smiling.

“See you later then?” George asked but I wish he would’ve stated, a promise sounded more hopeful than a question.

“I’ll keep an eye out.” I nodded seeing them walk away, deciding to wait a bit before I walked out. I suspect hateful tensions for Gryffindors from Slytherins are at an all time high right now and I truly don't want to get hexed in a weather like this.

“Bloody brilliant that one, wish I would've given her my sweater. Think she’ll take my jersey?” Fred said in a failed attempt at a whisper, something told me Fred Weasley was a terrible whisperer. “Oi Y/N you still cold?” He called out towards me with his arms raised, waving them around as if I couldn't see the only other people in the hall.

“Shut up!” George said clapping his hands forcing Fred to keep walking.

“What I can’t worry about a girl’s warmth levels?” Fred said playfully shoving George.

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