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plutonianeris · 4 months

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pick a pile: how does this new love feel like a fairytale? ⛓️💗

this is a general reading so take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Interpret & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. messages can be either from you, them or both🍒

𓆩♱𓆪Pile one

right off the bat this is someone whose been eyeing you for a while. they could be the type that stare in awe at the pictures you post on social media “so pretty” or when they met you that have that immediate attraction.. “who is that?” lol them asking their friends when you walk in. this honestly feels like a fairytale because theyve been wanting you for a while but theyve been super patient i heard “no hard feelings” theyre actually so sweet (im getting water sign suns: cancer, pisces, scorpio energy oop 🙈).

like they have no problem admiring you from afar at alllll. they are mesmerized by you. and honestly they could have been a little toxic before meeting you (not abusive, but someone unable to share their emotions in a healthy way). it seems like they dont want u to see them in the shades and shadows of their trauma, wounds, healing. for them you are the light at the end of that tunnel. i heard “my day was pretty shitty until you showed up” they are willing to work hard for you. they are also very attractive & in an unconventional way (unique hair, being really tall, tattoos, something like that makes them stand out especially in their friend group).

💌letter from their pov;

I know you dont need me. you dont really look like the type to depend on anyone. I can see it in the way you eye people, especially men, with suspicion. you question my motives and thats fair. when youre that beautiful and charming, theres bound to be people that just want to use you. that are dying to be in you energy just to get the chance to say they were in your presence. i dont wanna be like that. i dont wanna be another read message in your phone. i dont wanna be another face that disappears in the crowd for you. and i know you feel that way too. that the worst thing for you isnt to be talked about. its to be ignored. its to be underestimated. trust me when i say since the moment i laid eyes on you, i never once doubted you. i know you are capable of bringing men to their knees with your eyes. i know that your laugh makes my pulse speed up. i know that you make me feel special. and sometimes i get jealous, wondering if you make other people feel that way too. I want to give you the whole world if you just let me.

𓆩♱𓆪Pile two

this new love feels like a fairytale because this happened in the moment when you’re least expecting it and also after you’re recovering from something. Whether it be a relationship break up with a partner or you just changing things in your life, like moving to a different neighborhood or no longer believing in certain things that were very important in your belief systems in the past. this is like a prince or princess, waiting to rescue you. At first, though it seems like you’re suspicious of this energy. You could find that they are way too good with their words. “too good to be true” “I bet you say that to all the girls/guys” energy. but honestly, it seems like you’re the only one that can keep up with them. You don’t give into them like other people do, and they constantly want to impress you by telling you random facts or teaching you about some thing they learned abroad or when traveling.

I am getting a sense that they are very flirty, but with other people it never goes past that it’s just something they do in the moment or theyre just really playful. But even as they’re talking to someone else, their eyes can’t seem to leave you even if you’re across the room. You like your routine and consistency so changing things about your own life is hard, much less accepting other people in. So when they flirt with you, you might not immediately flirt back. you might roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile when they turn away. you could be someone with earth placements, especially capricorn or virgo. They give off a lot of mischievous energy. This other person could have a gemini placement, third house placements or ninth house placements (if ur into astro).

💌letter from their pov;

Relationships have never really been a priority for me. I mean, cmon I'm young. Isn't it the whole point to experience as much as I can? I know other people have things to say about me.. maybe I lead some people on. Maybe sometimes you feel that way too. But I promise it's not really like that. Well, with you, it isn't. I'm just inexperienced. And I guess that doesn't really stop me from flirting so much and being so cocky…But the truth is I crave your attention badly. You look like you really know what you want in life. And for me, that's all I ever wanted. Because when you know what you want, you get it. and thats when you really start living. After that, even our mistakes are our own and beautiful and intimate in their own way. I see the weariness in your eyes when you look at me. I know you're wondering if I am even worth your time. I promise I am. I promise I can be. And if I'm not, then you can just never speak to me right then and there, I swear. But I know there's more than weariness in your gaze as well. I know you are just as curious about me as I am about you.

𓆩♱𓆪Pile three

This love feels like a dark romance. This pile is not as lighthearted as the previous two at all. It feels like a fairytale in that "magical" sense though because it will feel like love at first sight. You both will feel immediately physically attracted to the other but what makes it even more intense is that at first no one seems to be able to make the first move. It might seem too good to be true to the point where you don't even wanna disturb the "illusion." You dont wanna burst the bubble. Also, the magnetic attraction you feel/ that slow burn makes it even more desirable for both of you. In synastry, you both might have a lot of conjunctions (especially with pluto, moon, and mars). I also pulled north node synastry as well (and this synastry makes it feel like you're meant to be aka its destiny. but its also uncomfortable). "I have never felt like this before" energy.

Honestly, I see this pile as being able to go both ways and it can easily make you feel heartbroken. You might have venus-pluto placements yourself or 8th house placements or they do. When you are together though, you both hate when other people interrupt. You love your alone time. It feels really good. This pile is all about intense eye contact, glancing down at each others lips, meeting in secret, getting jealous when other people try to talk to the other, hands brushing as you walk but never fully touching. But then devouring each other when alone (if you both end up trusting each other when to get there because, again, one of you or both are hesitating). If you open your heart and learn to trust and communicate in a healthy manner, it could be a life changing connection.

💌letter from their pov;

It feels wrong to fantasize about you the way I do. But I can't really help it. I think about the way your back would feel arched under my palm. your lips on mine, tongues meeting, teeth clashing. I look at your hands and imagine them gripping the sheets at the same time I grip your thighs. It feels wrong that these are things that have crossed my mind since I first met you. sometimes I try to lie to myself. Tell myself that maybe im not really that into you. but its such bullshit. even then, theres the what if. what if. what if. it looks like every odds are against us. we are complete opposites. it might never work. but im willing to take that risk. im willing to bet on us. even if it falls apart. but judging from the way you freeze up when we make eye contact I know its far beyond that. I know you felt it too. the day we met, how you paused. i know that we would love hard. and fall harder. and if it doesnt work out, it would be devastating. and yet, i would still decide to do it all over again. and you would too. life is too short. I dont want us to be a what-if.

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

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WE'RE STARTING SPOOKY SEASON EARLIER IM SOOOOOO EXCITED OMG

okay okay i wanna hear your opinion on pedro boys and what monsters they would be !!!!

LETS START SPOOKY SUMMER OFF RIGHT AND IM SO GLAD ITS WITH YOU BB thank you for sending this amazing ask in 🥺🎃 ✨

Okay…this is something I know we’ve talked about many times in our deep discussions but now that I think about the other boys I’m like “…oh shit” so here we GO LOL

Javi P: a type of were-creature, I love the idea of Javi having the ties to a Texas and Latino based monster and as someone who’s great tia swore she saw the chupacabra and then knowing there’s a monster/beast I’ve heard legend about living in the hill country, theres something familiar and close knit tradition about were-creatures based in local and cultural urban legends that fits Javi’s vibes about being so connected to his home

Pero T: yes he is a peak werewolf but I will say this until I write the fic but he is a lake monster, creature from the black lagoon style, he lurks likes his isolation and is aware to his surroundings. He would do perfect as a lake monster simply surviving as a grumpy hiding monster under the waves

Marcus Pike: DRAGON!!! Grand beautiful majestic creatures that hoard precious things? Marcus is all about the arts and seeing the beauty in everything, those vibes just make me think of him as this beautiful grand dragon that hoards art until he finds you his most precious treasure

Dave York: something demonic, he always reminds me of the Lucifer figure - this perfect soldier who followed orders until he questioned his existence and is now disillusioned and corrupt living on his own terms now

Frankie: my sweet werewolf boy, loyal big and forever protective and will bare his fangs whenever he feels threatens and has a bit of a temper, also can you imagine how COZY HE WOULD BE??

Din: ghost, he’s a ghost that’s simply living in this strange beskar armor but his spirit is so strong and righteous that it stays alive and haunts his armor. But he is tender and speaks with the softest whispers in the wind, like a echo you wonder if you even heard in the first place

Joel: a ghost like Din but a much scarier version, like a spirit of vengeance that is violent and fierce, powerful in its rage but a known protector that watches over anyone who walks home alone at night, he sits in the trees with eyes that are so dark they blend with the night

Jack: Vampire, suave a bit extravagant and luxurious and I only am doing this cause I want him to make all the stupid vampire puns and even has fake vampire plastic teeth he playfully uses from time to time, also can you imagine him slick gelled hair back super classic Dracula style?? 😮‍💨

Dieter: shapeshifter, he’s a man of many faces and many roles that you wonder if he even knows what his true self looks like anymore, goes into how he’s an actor and I think there’s so many layers to dieter that he keeps up to make sure no one truly knows him

Ezra: eldritch space creature, has many eyes speaks in many voices that seem out of this realm but he is kind and moves very gently. He is wise beyond his years and is interested in all things human, but like any eldritch creature it can be tricky and turn on a whim when need be

Javi G: Mothman!! Super sweet and chattery and is kind of an odd ball but simply wants to be left alone in the woods but remains curious about the world around him, holds a certain charm to him but is still a dangerous creature underneath it all

Wow I ramble away with these I’m SORRY

#this was written in my kitchen cause I got POSSESSED ERI #THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO MEEEE #also thank you thank you so much I love you wow #long post #Pedro boys #asks and such things 💌#Eri’s tag 🐝 ✨#e babbles #Pedro boys 🤎

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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IF CROWLEY DOESNT DO A PARENTS DAY AND MC DONT GET TO SEE EVERYONE FAMILY IM THROWING A TANTRUM

i really really really wanna see deuce’s mother because she’s sounds nice and the way he talks about her is just- JSISKSOSKSOSODKDK

THE TWINS’ PARENTS KSKSKS

i saw ONE fanart of them and i 🧎🏾‍♀️ . I FEEL LIKE MAMA LEECH WOULD BE LIKE JADE AND PAPA LEECH LIKE FLOYD BUT SUPER CURIOUS ABOUT MC ????? LIKE A POOR HUMAN ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GRAB THE ATTENTION OF THEIR PRECIOUS CHILDREN ???? LET ME AT THEM-also they probably are tall as hell so the whole meeting with them and mc is like “sir please bend over my neck is stating to do things it’s not supposed to do-“

AZUL’S MOTHER AND STEPFATHER

azul’s mother gives me sweet but sharp women ? like a bit like ursula but more kind ? if that’s makes sense- AND HIS STEPFATHER IS SUPER SUPPORTIVE OF AZUL AND IS SUPER PROUD OF HIM-

I ALSO WANNA SEE VIL’S FATHER BECAUSE HE SEEMS SO NICE AND HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE A LOT OF COOL STORIES TO TELL AND I JUST REALLY WANNA SEE HIM

no thoughts epel’s grandparents coming to see him but then getting lost and brought back by mc to epel BUT THEN epel’s grandma grabs both their hands and asks when they’re gonna marry epel-

SEBEK’S MAMA AND PAPA (am i fawning over a couple that never got an apparition in the game? yes i will do it again) IMAGINE IF HIS MOM IS LIKE “ following in your parents footsteps huh ? you have good taste son !” AFTER SEEING MC-

MALLEUS’ GRANDMOTHER

i feel like she would be kind of awkward? but she’s trying her best ! and she is so proud of malleus and talks to mc about the achievements he has done over the years and just height a sweet grandma overall-

i wanna see ace’s mom because i know she’s the type to EMBARRASS her son in front of mc “oh ace dear do you remember that one time you ate a worm and then cried about it ? i still have the video let me search for it-“ and ace is like “mom what- STOP” and mc just sipping on the tea collecting blackmail material

SPEAKING OF BLACKMAIL AZUL’S MOTHER WOULD PROBABLY SHOW BABY PICS OF AZUL ANS WOULD BE GUSHING OVER HIM WITH MC-

KALIM’S PARENTS WOULD PROBABLY TAKE ONE LOOK AT MC AND BE LIKE “do you wanna marry my son he’s very handsome” “ma’am who are you-“

AND AND AND CHEKA JUMPING IN MC’S ARMS SHOWING HIS PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS HIS OTHER FAVORITE PERSON IN NRC AND FARENA IS LIKE “you , you must become part of the family” “what with those family the fuck-“ AND AND I FEEL LIKE CHEKA’S MAMA AND GRANDMA ARE SUPER TALL STRONG WOMEN AND THEY TOOK A LIKING TO MC TOO

important note if mc is meeting riddle’s mom and jamil’s parents it’s to fight them to death-

tl’dr : mc’s ending up with a bit too much of marriage proposals

I FORGOT A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT THAT WILL HAVE TO COME LATER BUT AIISISOAOWKSKSKKWWKWKOWOWOW

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! [PSST!!! You can find the continuation h e r e !!]

YA DUMB CROWMAN, YA BETTER MAKE A FAMILY DAY HAPPEN SO WE CAN SEE ALL THE PARENTS AND MAYHAPS SOME OF THE SIBLINGS TOO!!!!!!!!!!!

DEUCE’S MAMA 🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I 100% AGREE!! I wanna meet her so bad! She sounds so gentle and caring, I just wanna thank her for everything idc 🥺

“Deuce, hi! Oh, is this your mother, Mrs. Spade?!” MC bound up to him, quite eagerly, might he add.

“A-Ah, [Name]... Yes *ahem* Mom, this is [Name]. [Name], this is my mother.” The Heartslabyul student awkwardly introduced.

the woman’s face lit up, “Oh dear, oh my! This is your friend [Name]?! Hello, dear! I’ve heard wonders of you from Deucey here~!”

MC looked at their friend with a teasing smirk, “Oh, has he?”

She giggled cutely. “Indeed he has, and allow me to say,” Those same peacock green eyes they knew from Deuce looked into theirs, “Thank you for taking care of my son. You’re a wonderful soul, from what I know.”

The tender look in her eyes, her gentle smile and soft voice... MC’s heart sparkled with some sort of nostalgic feeling.

They suddenly bowed, startling the mother-son pair. “N-No, I should be the one thanking you, Mrs. Spade!!”

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OH HECK YEAH!!! TWEEL PARENTS!!!

I’ve seen two iterations of their personalities: Mama being playful and at-her-own-flow like Floyd, Mama being elegant, proper and mysterious like Jade while Papa is a more... controlled version of Floyd (same goofy smile and carefree demeanor, but not as easy to lash out as Floyd)

BUT ABSOLUTELY!!! Imagine Mama Leech approaching them like a sophisticated lady, making such comments that just due to her tone of voice and the look in her eyes have MC blushing and trembling in fear and shyness

Papa Leech almost kabedoning them to have the little trembling shrimp still for him to observe: “My sons... interested in such a tiny shrimp... so small and magicless...” A shine in his eyes as he smirked that familiar pointy-toothed smirk at them, “Interesting enough to have us up in the surface like this~ ...Don’t you think so, Darling?” “Indeed, My Love” Much similar to the eel twins, they chuckled sinisterly

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AZUL’S INTELLIGENT, STRONG, CAPABLE MOMMA <333333333 I LOVE SHE SM <3333333

What if Granny Ashengrotto also comes with? 🥺 THE MOST WHOLESOME MEETING (of course, after the whole family [including stepdad] celebrates Azul’s accomplishments with Mostro Lounge and his contracts, both parents being HELLA proud of their little baby octopus ❤️)

Then MC will notice all of them CODDLING Azul, pinching his cheeks and reminding him of how squishy and chubby he was when young. Look at him now!! A proper business man with a bright future! MC giggles at the dorm leader’s bright blush, and the attention immediately shifts to them

“Oh, Azul~ Is this the [Name] you’ve talked so much about~?”

“M-Mom-!!”

“Ohoho~ Look the the bumpkin he’s managed to score! Our little Azul definitely has an eye for beauty!”

“G-Granny-! *ahem* Grandma, please!”

“Say, did you ever get to see how utterly cute and fluffy Azul was as a baby? Oh~, the absolute cutest, my dear!” The lady glowing with happiness immediately pulled her phone out and scrolled through some photos. Little baby Azul, Azul in middle school, tiny Azul celebrating his birthday as he sat on Granny’s lap while admiring all the food on the table... Each picture showcasing more and more of the merman’s charm. And all he could do was hide away in his office out of shame.

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Maybe MC has see some movies after arriving to the Wonderland, isn’t Vil’s father an actor too? What if he starred in some of those movies?!

Imagine all the stories he can tell about the whole recording period and the behind the scene tricks!

Perhaps both Schoenheits have inside jokes about their line of work, and they let MC in on them!

“Say, are you not interested in becoming the face of a new beauty product? It’s from a partner company, and they’re searching for new talent. You have a certain charm to you, a beauty that many can identify with.” The man offered, taking out a spare free sample of some lip/cheek tint.

Vil took a look at the product, “Oh, they came out with new things already?”

“And they followed your advice to heart, their new formula seems to be all natural and friendly with different skin types and tones.”

Both actors looked at you, “What say you, [Name]?”

“I can hook you up with an interview.” Stated the older man.

“And I can train you.” Vil quickly added.

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OMG EPELS GRANDPARENTS GETTING LOST AND MC HELPING THEM TO POMEFIORE BACK TO EPEL 😭❤️❤️❤️

“G-Grangran, Pops! W-What are you doing here? Isn’t it... peak apple season?” The lilac haired boy was startled at seeing his family.

Granny quickened her pace to go to her grandson, “Oh, shush, little apple! Here, I brought you some homemade apple pie to share with friends.” She looked back at MC as they and her husband came to stand by her.

“Epel, dear,” Her wrinkled hands came to take one of his and one of MC’s, “Your friend here guided us to you. They’re so kind, a wonderful candidate for spouse, right Honey?” She teased, looking at Epel’s grandad while they shared a laugh at how the young boy was blushing profusely at the comment (and at MC’s cute nervous smile from the slight embarrassment they felt after Grangran’s words)

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Honest question: Which of us ISN’T daydreaming about Sebek’s parents? jkdskdsdf (his mom’s a MILF 100%)

“SON!” A firm yell startled both 1st years. “Headmaster Crowley notified us about a Family Day going on in your school, we were allowed to drop by today to greet you and meet your friends!” A tall lady with long, messy green hair approached them.

“Mother!” A bright smile graced Sebek’s lips, turning around to engulf his mother in a hug. “Father!” He shook the man’s hand firmly. “It’s an honor to have you here! Would you like to visit the novel Diasomnia dorm of which I’m part of and is led by out Lord Malleus?”

It was the human man who peeked over his son’s form who noticed them, “Oh, hello there! You must be one of Sebek’s friends, I presume?”

The mature woman promptly pushed past her son, taking a gander at the human who was with him. She remained silent, eyes shifting from MC to Sebek, so on and so forth... until...

A proud smile brightened her face, “Ah, my little Crocodile is following along Mama’s path~💕” While her son and husband let out a surprised babble of words at her insinuation.

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Malleus’ Grandmother... A figure that has everyone bowing with her mere presence in a room

“Grandmother, this is a very important person I want you to meet.” It was strange of Malleus to be this eager, let alone about someone.

The Queen (she’s the current queen of VoT right? aaa) walked along her grandson, holding onto his arm as he led the way to a... rundown building?

“Ah! Tsunotarou, hello!” A human greeted them. “O-Oh!” They bowed hurriedly at the regal presence that accompanied their friend today. “P-leasure to meet you, your Highness.”

A look of utter surprise crossed her face, “Malleus..! A.. human?!” The tense atmosphere made MC straighten up and nervously look at the fae in front of them. “And that nickname?! Young one, do you know who you are speaking to?!” Anger flashed in her eyes as she addressed MC.

“Yes, they do.” The crown prince stepped in, shielding MC behind him, “And I allow them to use that nickname... After all, fae can’t lend their name, or can we?” She remained on defense, giving her grandson’s friend a disparaging look.

"They were lost, and so was I... Along the way, we found each other. This is a friendship I treasure with all my being, and you have been a very important figure through my life... Would you give them a chance?” He tried to bargain.

The Queen kept her stance, looking at the human, who smiled uncertainly and waved at her. Strangely, she felt no threat coming from them, only warmth, a feeling of being welcomed. Her heart was filled with that warmth for a moment.

Clearing her throat, she relaxed. “Very well, only for you, Malleus... So, who must your friend be?”

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ACE’S MOM IS JUST AS MUCH AS A TEASE, MOCKING THING AS ACE IS!!! AND SHE’D ABSOLUTELY BUST ALL SORT OF EMBARRASSING STORIES FROM HIS CHILDHOOD!! (ALSO AMAZING IMAGINATION WITH THAT STORIE OF THE WORM, MADE ME LOUGH OUT LOUD JSFDFAS)

“Say, do you remember when you took a bite out of my decorative soaps thinking they were jellies? You looked like a rabid dog with all the foam!” The woman openly chuckled, much to her son’s chagrin.

“And that one time you came running and crying to your brother’s arms after a beetle ‘launched and attacked you’ as it flew to your face? You became scared of them for a whole year!” MC laughed along with her.

“Oh, please, tell me more! I’m delighted to know more about Ace’s childhood from you, Mrs. Trappola, since he seldom talks about it himself.” They looked at Ace with a mocking smile, enjoying hos his mother openly provided such wonderful blackmail material.

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Kalim is SO EXCITED to present you to his parents! Look, mom, dad! I made another friend aside from Jamil! :DDD

The bright ray of sunshine bounded up to MC, with an equally as bright couple behind him. “[Name], [Name]! Come here! I want you to meet my parents!” Kalim took their hand and quickly dragged them over to where his parents were.

“Mom, dad! This is [Name]! They arrived at NRC unexpectedly, but I very much enjoy their presence and companionship!” That toothy grin so characteristic of him found his way on his lips.

MC bowed slightly in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Asim!”

The older couple shared a look before coming up to MC, with the man shaking their hand and the woman pinching their cheek. “Hello there, young one! Kalim seems to be very fond of you! Say, would you mind joining the family? I’m certain Kalim approves!” His father hurriedly spoke.

“H-Huh?! What?!” MC could only accept their coddling and affection as they blushed and looked at their white haired friend for help... But he was busy blushing himself~

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Leona is NOT AT ALL happy to have his family visit him in the ONE PLACE where he’s away from them

"Leona-ojitan! [Nickname]!" The little bundle of joy sprinted the pair's way, eliciting a groan from the 3rd year.

"Not that brat again." Leona rubbed his temple.

MC giggled, "C'mon, Cheka isn't that bad! I can take care of him."

"Brother!" Now, that certainly startled MC... Because not only was the exclaimed name all there was, no no, a redheaded lion beastman wrapped his arms around Leona's torso from behind and lifted him some centimeters off the ground. "Long time no see, Leona! Isn't it wonderful that your school's holding a Family Day?! As soon as we got word of it, we came to visit!"

"Fareena... Put. Me. DOWN." Savanaclaw's dorm head growled. Thankfully, the overexcitable man followed through, laughing at his brother's antics.

"[Nickname], can you see how much I've grown since last time! I'm half a centimeter taller!" Cheka giggled as he climbed up MC's leg, ultimately reaching his goal to be carried by them.

"A-Ah, that's wonderful!" They laughed awkwardly at the kid.

The cub was removed from their person by someone. "Apologies, dear, Cheka can be a handful sometimes." A lioness woman smiled gently at you. "Tell them you're sorry, Cheka. You know better than to use people as jungle gyms."

The boy became crestfallen, ears flattening as he fumbled with his fingers. "Sowwy, Mx. [Name], I shouldn't have done that."

MC chuckled a bit. "Apology accepted."

"So you must be this mystery person Cheka rambled about after spectating the Magift tournament." An older woman approached, pinching the child's cheek.

"Yes yes, gramma! [Nickname] played with me when I visited ojitan! They're my other favorite friend here at NRC, they took great care of me!"

At that, both lionesses perked up. Even Fareena approached the circle after his boy spoke so fondly of MC right now.

"Oh, I see~" The younger of the two ladies giggled, accompanied by Fareena's loud laughter.

Leona had a look of utter terror at what was going to be said next. Eyes wide, ears flat, he looked ready to run away from the scene at a moment's notice.

Who they assumed to be Leona's mother approached MC, placing a hand on their shoulder. "A natural ability with kids... Son!" She looked at leona now, who flinched at her call, "I see you've chosen a great mate!"

As MC and Leona were taken into a family hug, they only remained stunned as the words completely registered in their minds.

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Oh, I absolutely agree with that!! The atmosphere with Riddle's mother and Jamil's parents will be HELLA TENSE

If anything, I feel MC would potentially get along with Jamil's younger sister, enjoying the friendly banter they have as siblings. But even more so, liking how Jamil shows he cares and how he genuinely smiles while his sister is with him.

I feel she'd also tell him in private:

"So~, that friend of yours..."

Jamil only raised an eyebrow at her words, leading her to sigh, "[Name]! The magicless prefect!"

"Uh-huh, what about them?" The boy inquired, wanting to hear her say it earnestly and not go the "you know what I'm talking about" way.

"Yeah... I think they're pretty cool..." Jamil smiled slightly. "Oh, what's that~? I knew you seemed way too close!" She chuckled after noticing the tiniest change in his expression.

The brunet ruffled her hair, "Nothing, it's nothing at all..."

"Say the one with a lovestruck face!"

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HSKAHDKD I HONESTLY WABTED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT ACE'S BIG BRO, AND SEBEK'S OLDER SIBLINGS

Not to mention Jack's little siblings, and Trey's too! Cater's older sisters!

TWST PLS GIVE US FAMILY DAY EVENT!!! I WANNA SEE ALL THESE CUTE FAMILIES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HDKSHDKS SORRY THIS IS HELLA LONG LOL, got carried away~

Hope you enjoy! Visit the askbox once more whenever you like, Anon ❤️!!!

#zask #twisted wonderland #deuce spade #ace trappola #tweels #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #epel felmier

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nmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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Sweet Creature: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: hiii, soo I wanted to make a request and I would appreciate so much if you could write it bc im too lazy to and I really love this idea. It’s actually inspired by the song “Sweet Creature” by Harry Styles, mostly from Klaus pov but whatever you want🙃🙃thank youu

So, I’ve just launched my Elijah blog which you can find over at @emikaelsonimagines! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Sweet Creature

Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young

Klaus Mikaelson had never been very good at relationships.

The flirting, those first few dates, he was pretty sure he had down to a tee. But the parts after, the relationship, the commitment, the idea of the future, he had never been able to make that last.

It wasn’t his fault all the time. It could be his siblings, his father, the nature of who and what he was causing some threat to find the woman he had chosen to fall for and destroy her.

He kept telling himself that he had all the time in the world to figure it out, to find something that would last. He was blessed with being young forever, after all. But when he looked at Y/N Y/L/N, it felt like he didn’t have any time at all.

It felt like he needed to have her now, to hold onto her for as long as her human lifespan would allow. Time threatened to escape him completely, which made the job of wooing her all the more arduous.

He had always been good at that part, always been good at making women blush, making them want him. But with her, with Y/N, it seemed that even that skill had eluded him.

We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

Klaus Mikaelson had never felt like he was desperate.

But with Y/N Y/L/N, with her constant resistance of his charms, he felt like he was clinging onto something that didn’t exist. He liked to have a plan, liked to feel in control, but with her, with his need for her, he was lost.

He didn’t have a clue where his attempts would lead him, whether she would ever give into him. He was tired of the small, sympathetic smile she gave him, tired of the way she made him feel – pathetic.

But he loved it too.

When he was with Y/N, he knew he belonged with her, knew that whatever happened he would make sure that she never disappeared from his life. So in response to that smile, he gave her one back, and for the first time, he saw her eyes widen, heard her heart beat that little bit faster.

He’d been trying to charm her for three months now, and this was the first time he had ever felt like he had the upper hand.

He watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear, and if he looked at her in the right way, he swore he could see a tinge of red in her cheeks.

And, oh, we started Two hearts in one home

Klaus Mikaelson had never felt his undead heart beat as fast as it did when Y/N Y/L/N walked over to him.

It wasn’t the first time they had spoken, wasn’t the first time she had looked at him like he wasn’t a monster, like he was just a normal man trying to get a date with a beautiful woman.

But it was the first time she hadn’t told him to stop trying, to back off, to leave her alone because she wasn’t interested. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t actually said those words, but from the beginning, Klaus had been able to read them in her eyes, noticed how the letters threatened to fall from her lips.

He could still hear her heart beating, and as she got closer, he could see that tinge of red in her cheeks. Her hair had fallen back into her face, and Klaus thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

He wondered what it would be like to wake up to her every morning, in a house that they owned together, making it a home.

It was a future he wanted to hold onto, and for a moment, he dared to believe he could.

It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know But oh

Klaus Mikaelson had never been lost for words before.

Y/N Y/L/N pulled out the chair opposite him, and he felt her knees knock against his under the table as she sat down. He said nothing, wondering what she was doing, why she was here.

She was stubborn, he knew that, one that would never stray away from the path that she had set upon. She had that look in her eyes now, and he knew that whatever she was planning on saying to him, she would say it without hesitation.

She was like him in that respect, Klaus thought, smiling.

“Hello.” Y/N looked over at him, the sound of her voice music to his ears. But he didn’t let himself dream for long. She had rejected him for three months now, and he didn’t expect anything less this time around. “Klaus, can I ask you something?”

His mouth dry, words having escaped him, Klaus nodded.

“Why are you so interested in me? I mean, I’m just – I’m just me.”

No, Klaus thought. She wasn’t just her. She was so much more than that. It hurt him to see her thinking that, and without thinking himself, Klaus reached out and put his hand over hers.

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home

Klaus Mikaelson had never been more relieved than he was when Y/N Y/L/N didn’t move her hand away.

He searched her eyes, made her meet his gaze and as he met an array of colours that would have been difficult to replicate with all the artistic talent in the world, he found that the ability to speak returned to him.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he used her full name, letting it roll off his tongue with ease, “you are so much more than just you. You’re beautiful, kind, gentle, fierce, stubborn, empathetic. And I am interested in you because of all those things and more. You have this ability to make anyone feel safe, to make even me feel safe.”

Y/N dipped her head, and Klaus was certain that she was blushing now. His heart rate accelerated as finally – finally – Y/N was slowly giving into his charms. He couldn’t help the next words that came out of his mouth. “Come to dinner with me.”

Y/N looked up at a statement she had heard from him dozens of times. She had refused at every previous opportunity, or had thrown him that sympathetic smile. Klaus should have expected her to refuse again, but there was something in the air that made him feel that this time would be different.

Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

Klaus Mikaelson had never been more in love than in that moment.

He had fallen for countless women over the centuries, knew what it was to feel loss, to feel heartbreak, but he had never glimpsed the future that could have awaited him had he held onto his partners.

He had never felt that he could be good at relationships, never felt so desperate to have someone, never felt his heart beat this fast, never been so lost for words, never felt so relieved.

He had never felt like he was truly at home.

But all that changed with the arrival of a single word. Three letters that fell from the lips of Y/N Y/L/N, lips that he ached to kiss, his hand still covering hers, his thumb absentmindedly running over her knuckles.

Three months of trying had come to this. It had come to a request from him, and a single answer from her.

And that answer was yes.

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Dan Stevens, who grew up in Wales and south-east England, spent his summer holidays at the National Youth Theater at the age of 15, and he was drawn to the stage while studying English in Cambridge. Since his big breakthrough as Matthew Crawley in the hit series “Downton Abbey”, he has also repeatedly appeared in films such as “Inside Wikileaks - The Fifth Force”, “At Night in the Museum: The Secret Tomb” or “Beauty and the Beast” . Most recently, Stevens played the Russian Schnösel singer Lemtov in the Oscar-nominated comedy “Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga” from Netflix. At the beginning of June, the German film “Ich bin dein Mensch” by Maria Schrader celebrated at the Summer Berlinale Premiere, which starts on 1.7. comes to German cinemas regularly. Stevens plays the role of a love robot in it. Unlike on the screen, however, the 38-year-old prefers to speak English in the zoom-conducted interview. He chose a brick wall with a lion motif as the digital background. No allusion to the song “Lion of Love” from “Eurovision Song Contest”, but a photo of the famous Ishtar Gate in Berlin’s Pergamon Museum, where “I am your human” was filmed last summer.

Mr. Stevens, in your new film “I am your human” you play a humanoid robot that is entirely geared towards fulfilling the romantic needs of a skeptical scientist. You yourself recently described the film as “delightfully German”. How did you mean that?

I wanted to say that here pretty big questions - such as what actually makes a person or how much perfection love can take - are negotiated in a very light-footed, elegant and sometimes humorous way. In my experience that is a very German quality. At least I have often seen with many of my German colleagues and friends that they are very good at not discussing difficult issues exclusively deadly serious and melancholy.

Where does your personal connection to Germany and the German language come from?

My parents had friends who lived in Bielefeld and we used to visit them in North Rhine-Westphalia during the school holidays. Traveled from England by car! That’s how I learned a little German as a child, and later I learned it as a subject at school. I even did a short internship there through our friends in Bielefeld. I really love the language. Funnily enough, I was later able to use my knowledge of German professionally, because my first film was “Hilde”, in which I was next to Heike Makatsch played the British actor and director David Cameron, who was married to Hildegard Knef. After that, I always hoped that there might be another chance to speak German in front of the camera, because playing in a foreign language is an exciting challenge. When the chance arose to shoot “I am your person”, I could hardly believe my luck.

Did you know the director Maria Schrader who gave you this chance?

Funnily enough, when the script for the film landed on my table, I had just watched the Netflix series “Unorthodox”, which she directed. I had also watched a few episodes of “Deutschland 89”. In general, I knew that she was a great German actress, not least because friends who knew their way around the German theater scene often raved about her. Working with her was a joy now. Her understanding of actors is quite instinctive and brilliant. I have seldom seen someone who can help an actor who is having difficulties with a scene with such simple means.

The fact that you had already seen “Unorthodox” shows, of course, how quickly “I am your person” must have been implemented in the past year …

Oh yes, that was really quick. In March I was still in New York and was about to premiere a new play on Broadway. But then the pandemic came, everything was canceled and I flew back to my family in Los Angeles. A few weeks later, Maria and I met each other via Zoom - and shortly afterwards I was sitting outside in a café in the Berlin June sun for the first time in months to discuss the upcoming shoot with her. That was pretty surreal because I hadn’t actually left the house since March.

Is it correct that you oriented yourself to Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart to portray the romantically programmed robot Tom?

In any case, these were role models that Maria and I spoke about. When you think of the game between the two of them, you always see an enormous clarity and directness. Cary Grant, for example, was always quite funny, especially in his romantic roles, but also flawless in an almost artificial way from today’s perspective. I found that very suitable for a robot. Apart from the fact that the ideas that Tom and his algorithm have of romance and love are certainly also shaped by the classic romantic comedies from Hollywood. Oh, the woman is sad, so I’ll bring her flowers! Such automatisms from the stories from back then were very appropriate for Tom now.

Keyword role models: Who shaped you in your career as an actor?

There were of course many. Jimmy Stewart was certainly something of a role model. My mom and I watched a lot of his films when I was little and I was always impressed by the kind of sweet tragedy that went into all of his roles. But maybe Robin Williams’ work influenced me even more. I always found the incredible variety of his films remarkable. He could make his audience laugh hysterically like no other, but also move them to tears in other roles. I always wanted to emulate this range.

In fact, the range of your roles is enormous and ranges from the Disney blockbuster “Beauty and the Beast” to a comic adaptation in series format such as “Legion” to bulky independent films such as “Her Smell” or the horror thriller “The Rental “, Which we just released on DVD. Is there a method behind this diversity?

Not in principle. I like variety, but I’m not just looking for roles that are as different as possible from one another. Rather, there are always similar factors that I use to select my projects. Sometimes there is a certain director that I really want to work with. Or the role itself is irresistible because it presents me with acting challenges. And sometimes a script is just fantastically written and I am interested in the topics it is about. With “I am your person” it was definitely the latter, especially since the timing was just right. In 2020 there were so many societal questions that ultimately touched the core of human existence. Such a script, which deals with something very similar in a light-footed way, was just fitting.

A few years ago you said in a questionnaire from the British Guardians that your greatest weakness was not being able to make up your mind. So every time you are offered a role, do you ponder whether you should accept?

No, no, when a script appeals to me, it actually does it very quickly. It’s such a gut feeling. If I’m unsure and skeptical, that’s a good indicator that this is not the right thing for me. That with the difficulty in making decisions related rather to something else. For example, it takes me forever to order in a restaurant because I can never decide what on the menu appeals to me the most.

You became famous with the role of Matthew Crawley in the series "Downton Abbey”. Did you immediately suspect at the time that something big was going on?

At first we were all pretty clueless. There are really many British history series, and we were one of them. When the first season aired in the US and was a huge success there, it was pretty unexpected. I never expected the impact the series would have on my career.

Barely ten years later, are you still being asked about the role?

Oh yes, regularly. Probably nothing will change about that either. I got out after three seasons!

In the meantime, however, the flamboyant Russian singer Alexander Lemtov from “Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga” should also be a character with whom you will be immediately associated, right?

Right, it has been mentioned more and more recently when people recognize me on the street. This charming, silly film obviously had a nerve with the audience last year in the middle of the corona pandemic. Especially since the real Eurovision Song Contest had been canceled.

The film was the number one topic of conversation on the Internet for a while - and Lemtov GIFs and memes were everywhere. Did you follow that?

It was really hard to avoid it. I wasn’t looking specifically for what people were posting. But of course my friends passed a lot on to me, and there were already some very funny Lemtov things. But he’s also a figure made for GIFs.

Another question every British actor under 40 has to put up with these days: Would you like to become the next James Bond?

Oh, of course, everyone gets to hear this question again and again who meets certain criteria. But it is completely hypothetical. Although a few years ago I read in an audio book by Ian Fleming’s “Casino Royale”.

You mentioned earlier that you and your family have lived in the United States for a long time. How big is your homesickness?

I actually feel very comfortable in Los Angeles. But every now and then I miss the sidewalk culture of European cities. People on foot, street cafes, things like that. Last year the longing for it was particularly great, although it was of course clear to me that there was a state of emergency in Europe too. In any case, I found myself reading books that were set in Europe and made me homesick. Which is why the unexpected trip to Berlin was really a boon.

You are also an avid cricketer. That’s certainly difficult in Los Angeles, isn’t it?

There are quite a few cricket clubs here. The only problem is that the few people who do the sport here are so good at it that I have problems keeping up. That’s why I always lose sight of the matter here a little. Even as a pure TV viewer, it is not easy to stay on the ball, because of course there is no cricket broadcast here at prime time. But as soon as I’m home in England in the summer, I really want to play again!

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lover-of-trash-and-people · 3 years

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netflix shadow and bone s1 e5 pt3: peak darklina

the first kiss scene Alina is so beautiful Her little smile as she picks up his kefta after he hears him call out for Ivan to get it like ooh I'm gonna play a little trick on Alek Her making him smile with a joke that's not even funny The tentativeness of it all, them tiptoeing around each other, testing the boundaries Him being taken aback by her offering to help him put on his kefta but still wanting her to and immediately resorting to business voice asking questions about official sun summoner stuff And putting on his serious business face him trying to explain away the gloves by calling them a safeguard, not a sign of him not trusting her abilities the face he makes after saying spectacle either depicting his distaste for the showiness of the event or depicting his embarrassment at how he phrased the sentence, like what the fuck did I just say (more likely the first one) Her quickly turning around and walking away after the eye contact makes her realise how close they are and him pulling a puzzled look as she does so Just. Just how adorable the energy is. Both of them making jokes to diffuse the tension, her gripping the table to maybe steady or calm herself, the looks they give to each other as if engaged in a delicate dance; god-like Him straight up just blinking and looking down and gulping as she says 'we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope' (could be multiple things he's thinking at this point, and all of them interest me) 'That means a lot to me, Alina.' *her turning to look at his face* 'You mean a lot...' *her immediately lowering her gaze and tracing where her mal scar used to be lmao* 'to everyone' *her raising her gaze to him again* The music swelling as she walks up to him, her barely grazing her fingers against his collar, his eyes looking across hers as if in disbelief, her looking at his lips, and then her closing the gap between them. Him being a little stiff, indubitably from being shocked, and yet giving into it almost instinctively as if he can't help it. The violin coming in powerfully yet softly to emphasize the tenderness of it all. This thing has been made with so much love and I can't contain myself about it. Him opening his eyes half a second after Alina, almost as if waking up from a dream and then, following a relaxing of his facial muscles as he clearly regains his composure, immediately looking inscrutable. Her doubting herself, not losing eye contact as he stands up from the desk, but her sudden fear, regret, and embarrassment clear on her face. Her sides of her lips slowly rising giving way his own self mirroring her and breaking into smile and composing himself and breaking into smile again before saying 'Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov'. Her now fully breaking out into a smile, her face a picture of unguarded joy, she looks down only to have his gaze follow her face. Both of them giddy in the other's presence and the audience can feel it. It feels like he is leaning in for another one when the sound of the door opening makes them spring apart, regaining their composures and standing at a respectable distance from each other. Her poorly suppressing a smile, him looking at her visibly, her mimicking him with a glance out of her periphery, causing her to give in to her smile completely. Him looking visibly distracted as he attempts to pay attention to whoever came into the room. the Jesper of it all Jesper the mega idiot not being able to control his face from doing a thing as he realises the person who caught him where he wasn't supposed to be is the same person he was making sexy eyes at before and yet regaining his composure in record time The poor stable hand actually being interested in Jesper and being adorable with Jesper just being like charm itself Can you believe looking at Jesper Llewellyn Fahey in the flesh and having him make sexy eyes at you and then forgetting about it? Because I simply cannot. The line about light role play? Felt a little not right. GO OFF STABLE HAND WHO PUSHED JESPER AGAINST A WALL AND KISSED HIM, HE LITERALLY SAID IM POPPING OFF AND

THEN HE DID Zoya Zoya saying fuck off to the random racist comment made by one of the guests, but she was racist to Alina herself? (I mean South Asian-East Asian hate is not uncommon so idk) David omg the cutie pie adjusting his hair at the fete HEARTRENDER FUCKING HUSBANDS Fedyor insisting on Ivan eating the sweet and Ivan's solemn head shake like no babe im on a diet and Fedyor being like heart eyes please eat the sweet my love and then Fedyor holding Ivan's face to make him nibble off a corner and Ivan's face splitting into a reluctant grin Kaz the actor Seeing Kaz the actor instead of Kaz the master of trickery and plans is an interesting thing Kanej being Kanej cute banter interaction, would recommend, 10/10 hints at Arken being sus The look Kaz gives Arken when Arken leaves, I really should have known, I was simply being a clown Darkling and the dumb royalty We love the Darkling suppressing his anger at these otkazat'sya rulers dissing the grisha and the little palace Alina's entrance The soft hum that we hear when Alina enters but we don't see her face Alina's adorable peeking The Darkling's expression changing despite being done af with these mfers and instantaneously on catching a glimpse of Alina, she really has that power huh He really made it look like his pupils dilated and who knows maybe they did Him trying to call her out for not following protocol but him melting and saying 'you look lovely, by the way' Her saying 'you look like you needed saving' I can't breathe you're so cool ballroom at the little palace I must confess I expected the ballroom of the winter fete to be bigger

GENYADAVID looking at each other and pretending not to look at each other, my fucking heart Kanej being Kanej Kaz implying they're gonna try to trick the people into thinking that the fake sun summoner is real and Inej being done with his shit Alina's demonstration HER NAME IS ALINA STARKOV yes mfer The way people back away as he steps, god the power of this man Inej looking at Kaz omfg Okay him clapping the darkness into the room was cool af I love the shadow summoning effects so fucking much The first bit of light that Alina summons lighting up the gold parts of her black kefta, absolute perfection Alina just enjoying her power and then looking to Alek, his lips parting when she does Aw Fedyor looking at Ivan in a I told you she could do it way Genya and Fedyor exchanging glances as Alina besties THE CROWD SAYING SANKTA ALINA INEJ SAYING SANKTA ALINA WITH HALF A TEAR IN HER EYE DAMN THIS IS POWERFUL Jesper and Dima IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONING TO JESPER SAYING 'SAINTS' AS A NAKED STABLE BOY GETS OFF OF HIM AGAHSJSJSJKS I CAN'T IM CACKLING AT THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW HOW ARE THEY SO PERFECT (his name's dima btw) Poor fucking Dima getting frightening orders from his superior as his hookup sneaks out with horses that are definitely not his Arken the little shit Ah Arken why'd you have to go and do this I was actually amused by you before the malyen factor omg Mal's here and someone saw him getting here apparat and faith? The apparat literally jumping out of the palace walls at Alina lol man I do love the religion angle of this universe and it would have been so fucking cool if it were explored a bit better ew apparat that grab was very violent mal/darkling interaction the darkling's reaction at his recognition of mal was so funny ah yes my arch nemesis, the other angle of this teen immortal love triangle how utterly delightful someone explain the darkling's 'are you alright' to mal, is it because Alina was worried sick, is it mind games, is it curiosity, what is it Im still don't know how to feel with them attaching a literal symbol to the sun summoner, to Alina's dreams and to the stag itself 'not until I see Alina' THE LOYAL HIMBO ENERGY IN THIS ONE ISTFG I have never known nose acting until I saw Ben Barnes, he uses his nose in his acting and it is absolutely wonderful; case in point, the 'i beg your pardon' to mal with the rage making his voice shake okay but why is every mal darkling interaction like, everything the prompt answer our baby mal gives and the satisfaction it brings to his face, fucking amazing the darkling being literally struck by this, his mouth literally agape, king this is a 20 year old lmao Baghra! OMG WE GOT A GLIMPSE OF BAGHRA'S FIRE YES Genya supremacy Genya beating Arken up let's fucking go Marie's plot influence and Racism? Yellowface? again? hmm bardugo (then again, I have no authority over this, I'm south asian) Ive already talked about how I'm interested in knowing if and how changing Marie's time and place of death going to influence the plot much because in the books it caused a chain reaction doing a lot of stuff Alina, my love Alina just, laughing with other Grisha, feeling at home, ah be still my treacherous heart Mal's confrontation scene with Alina that was in the books being retconned to Mal calling out to her body double, hmm, probably to make Mal more likeable, I don't have any feelings about this particularly Nadia and Fedyor Okay the both of them, smiling and walking, hand in hand, cute mlm wlw solidarity moment that I missed during the first watch Kanej interacting with Alina Why is Alina literally so adorable The music picking up as the Inferni catches sight of the 'limping man' (what? it was funny when he said it) Blue Irises Alina's face showing a certain sense of calm when Alek shows up Alina's face after the Darkling says 'for you' and presents her with blue irises is something like gasp okay you've got game sexy shadow man mal fite time omg I thought she was taking mal to talk to Baghra or smth not to kill him 🤡 aren't oprichnikis like

otkazat'sya or am I missing smth? Because Baghra's spy is obvs a fabrikator THE DESK SCENE omg the scene hath arriveth the fact that Alina can't stop smiling gods, the flirting 'I don't recall this, being part of the schedule' him turning back and saying 'it isn't' her hiding her face through the cover of smelling the flowers and just how coy she acts, like the literal eyelid batting Ma'am how embarrassing for you to have feelings rn these two are my absolute favs of all time the camera moving as they move from their spots on which they had to stand on to get the shot of their shadows almost kissing her nodding and smiling at him saying 'she'll probably be alright' like okay I'm ready for smooches kiss me already and him going 'don't you think' trying to savour this moment IM SORRY BUT THE FUCKING SCORE AT THE MOMENT THEIR LIPS MEET YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CANNOT COPE the way his hand is so big that he can almost hold her entire face in it the way she grips the back of his head I'm sorry I feel so disrespectful saying this but the sounds they make+I think that's a um titty grab or maybe it's just a holding someone and the placement was um unintended but I doubt it because everything in this fucking show is so intentional+ the lift up onto the desk+ the faces they make+ um god I'm going to hell for this but when they sort of grind into each other (I understand this is acting and they're just good at their job) but god does all of this make my heart race and also makes me happy I guess LITERAL GIGGLES I can't I'm soft 🥺🥺🥺 his little head shake at the knock on the door when he goes in for one last kiss before she gets off the desk and her eyes going all oy you, go get the door, I'm not going anywhere don't make whoever it is wait is so adorable and domestic her just standing there mouth agape to herself when he walks away HIM STILL FLUSHED AND BLUSHING AND HIS HAPPINESS CLEAR AS DAY ON HIS FACE WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR his gaze flits to her when Ivan says Alina was the target 'I'll be waiting' love, I physically can't anymore Little cheek hold and walk away Her little smile to herself nearly fading before he jumps back in again to her surprise and to ours to hold her face with both his hands and kiss her one last time, and yes, he does kiss like he's being drafted for the war in the morning Her little mouth open and close and then her little smile to herself after he leaves I refuse to watch the rest of the episode right now because no let me steep in the darklina bliss

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hi uhm, can i request a mini-scenario for chan (or what makes you comfortable) when his fem! S/o is very insecure about her height (4'8) just fluff and cuddly chan thx uuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

genre: established relationship!au (fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort elements?)pairing/s: Chan / Fem Reader word count: 3k+ tw: none I think,, post may include potentially offensive remarks about reader’s height so if you’re not comfortable w it feel free to skip! a/n: thank you so much for the request! im a sucker for domestic aus so….I hope I did a good enough job for u n I hope you like it~~

Chan9:38am -all the best for work today!-

You couldn’t help but smile at the text, typing a quick reply to him before stopping your music, removing your earpieces with one hand as you entered your office building, feeling awfully professional in your office-wear as you tapped your card to enter into the lift lobby for the main building.

Work wasn’t anything special, you were just working a simple temp job for the time being to gain experience as you were filing out your job applications to the various companies after your graduation. Though this being said, you weren’t necessarily the most excited to go to work, hence Chan’s motivational texts every morning.

Or, ‘doing his boyfriend-ly duties’ as he liked to put it.

Gripping your cup of coffee tightly, you saw the work crowd beginning to swarm into the office’s lift lobby where you were waiting, the sudden presence of people that were considerably taller than you making you wonder if they could even see you, having been shoved all the way to the back of the lift once the lift had come, having to strain your neck so as not to let the person in front of you’s briefcase jab into your neck.

Annoyed to say the least, but trying not to let it ruin your morning, you’d heaved a sigh of relief when you heard the elevator ding, glancing at the number and recognising that it was your floor.

“Excuse me,” you said, tapping on the person in front of you, who turned in confusion only to spot you moments after, silently moving aside to allow you to exit.

Walking briskly to your table, you slumped into your seat with a sigh, earning a giggle from your co-worker sitting next to you.

“Tired already?”

 You made a face, shrugging off your coat and slinging it on the back of your chair, “good morning to you too,” you sighed.

Your co-worker snickered, her expression shifting suddenly as she tapped you quickly, making you turn to see what she was so urgently warning you about, your eyes widening as you spotted your department head. Standing up and greeting him quickly.

The department head was currently walking with another man, dressed in an all-too fashionable coat to have worked at your company, round, thick-rimmed sunglasses hanging casually from the collar of his shirt, giving you and your desk mates a small nod in greeting.

“These are my new angels, only working temporarily, though,” he turned to face you, introducing the man to you. Apparently he was working together with your company to make a promotional advert.

“We’re looking for beauties like you for one of the roles,” your department head had gestured towards your co-worker, earning a shy shake of the head from her.

“Oh no, please, I’m not very good at acting.”

“Not just you, you two can try as well,” he gestured towards your other two desk mates, “they’d wonder if we run a modelling agency instead of a brokerage company,” he laughed obnoxiously.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d missed you out on purpose, turning to look at your co-workers. They were all gorgeous girls, who could pull off long pencil skirts and still manage to look leggy, whereas you had to stick to skirts that ended at the knee, not wanting to look like a child in a too-big uniform.

“What about Y/N sir? She was the best at acting out of all of us back in school,” your co-worker spoke up hesitantly, noticing the way the department head had missed you out as well.

Both the men had looked at you, the man giving your department head a look as if to ask if he was joking, and you’d suddenly wished you had just made your disappointment less obvious to your co-workers.

He bent down slightly, though he still looked down at you with a sickeningly sweet smile it made you cower under his stare, “Uhh…maybe if we need someone to play the role of a kid, we’ll let you know,” his tone was dripping with sarcasm, his words lingering with you even as he strolled off with the willy-wonka looking man.

Shrugging, you sat back down at your desk, trying to ignore the way your co-workers kept glancing between themselves and you. I mean, it wasn’t their fault that they were taller than you, and in turn received favour from the male heads of the company as a result.

You dismissed the feelings of discomfort that threatened to arise in you, shaking your head as you clicked into your email.This was just a temp job, you’ll be out of here before you knew it.

But that wasn’t to say you wouldn’t face this problem in your other offices as well, what were you supposed to do, borrow your boyfriend’s ankle weights when you walked around the house? You were already wearing platforms and those were heavy enough.

“Hey, are you alright?” Your co-worker whispered, making you muster your best reassuring smile, nodding at her.

“Mmhmm, I’m fine, I swear.”

“I mean, if you think of it this way, at least you look young?” your co-worker tried to comfort you, earning a glare from your other desk mates, making you laugh.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “really young.”

===

The feeling lingered with you all day, and you were on your last meeting for the day, desperately wishing time would pass faster as you went to the lounge to prepare coffee for your colleagues.

Opening the overhead cupboard, you’d refrained from letting out a groan when you saw that someone had returned the tea to the higher shelf instead of the lower shelf ( that mind, you, was still within your reach). Leaning one hand on the counter, you stretched your other hand up as high as you could, struggling to even brush the shelf.

Giving up with a sigh, you straightened out your blouse, wondering if it would be a good idea to climb up onto the counter to get the shelf, but even if you’d wanted to do so, your skirt wouldn’t allow for that.

Spotting a pair of tongs at the side of the sink, you’d grabbed them quickly, an idea sparking in your head. Trying again, you’d reached your hand out as far as you could, even jumping to try to get it, but in your excitement, you’d only managed to push the coffee mix deeper into the cupboard.

“What are you doing? They asked me to check on you since you were taking a while.”

You turned abruptly, hitting the tongs against the cupboard with a loud clanging sound on accident, spotting your co-worker standing there with an amused look on your face.

“Trying to make coffee,” if that wasn’t obvious enough.

Huffing, you felt embarrassment flooding your senses as your co-worker walked over, reaching out her hand and grabbing the instant coffee mix with ease, setting it onto the counter with a small smile.

You were thankful for her help, of course, but at the same time it made you feel so incompetent knowing that you couldn’t accomplish a simple task like making coffee independently.

“You should put a note telling them to leave it on the counter,” your co-worker told you, making you sigh.

“That goes for everything in the cupboard, then,” you huffed, making her laugh.

“I think it’s kind of cute. Your height has a certain charm, you know? Makes people wanna take care of you,” she told you with a laugh, making you shoot her a pointed look as you mixed the coffee with a stirrer.

“Bet your boyfriend’ll think it’s cute.”

You let out a grunt. Being cute was one thing, but being independent was completely different to you. It wasn’t like you to want to inconvenience others so much just because you were ‘so cute that you couldn’t reach something on a high shelf’. But once again, you brushed it off, laughing the situation off with your co-worker.

“My boyfriend thinks everything is cute,” you joked, dismissing the topic quickly as you brought the coffee back to the meeting room with her. Thinking of Chan only made you more desperate to want to finish this meeting sooner so you could see him.

You didn’t miss the comments from your colleagues when your co-worker had confessed that you took so long because you couldn’t reach the coffee mix, your mentor giving you a look when he mentioned that it was his doing, having ‘not expected’ that it would inconvenience anyone.

You’d flipped your binder open halfway through the meeting to discreetly message Chan, asking if he had any plans after work, surprising yourself with how quickly he’d replied you.

Chan5:32pm -pay attention to ur meeting! I don’t want u getting in trouble bc of me-

You hid your smile behind your hand, nodding along with whatever your mentor was presenting as you continued.

5:32pm -I can buy takeout from the place near my office-

Chan5:33pm -u don’t have to, i can go pick u up since I ended early today!-

After which, that was all you could think about for the rest of the meeting, clearing the cups of coffee with lightning speed once the meeting ended and jogging over to your desk, bidding goodbye to your colleagues since Chan had sent you a text saying he was waiting for you downstairs.

Hugging your coat tighter to yourself, you’d felt a sense of relief once you’d spotted Chan outside your office building, leaning against one of the railings with bags of takeout in his hand, his other hand fiddling with his phone as he waited.

You’d wanted to surprise him, but he’d looked up quicker than you would’ve liked, giving you a smile as you made your way over to him, his hands stretching out in an invitation for you to hug him, which you gladly did so, his tall frame (well, compared to yours) enveloping you warmly, bending slightly to rest his chin on top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh as you wrapped your hands around him.

He let out a small hum, “lemme guess. Bad day at work?” He pulled away to look at you, his hand smoothing your hair away from your face, feeling the cold wind brushing against your cheek as you nodded at him.

Chan smiled, “it’s okay, it’s the end of the day now. I bought the takeout already, let’s get you home, hmm?” He took your hand, leading you towards his car. You couldn’t help but feel insecure under the gazes of your colleagues that walked past you, your height difference with Chan suddenly becoming a lot more noticeable than it usually was.

You tried to ignore it, not wanting to ruin your time with Chan, but you couldn’t help the negative thoughts from rising in your head. You remembered a comment that you’d heard someone say before to a couple with a similar height difference as yourself and Chan, saying that the woman looked more like his niece than his girlfriend.

Did Chan and I look like that too?

You sat in the car waiting for Chan to start the engine, watching your co-worker walk past, letting your thoughts slip from your mouth before you could notice.

“She’s tall, isn’t she?”

Chan looked up, shrugging as he started the engine, “yeah, she’s pretty tall.”

“Yeah, pretty and tall,” you gestured, making Chan’s eyebrows raise, pulling out of the parking lot.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, just…wondering. Do you ever wish you dated someone like her instead? Like…she’d look really good with you…she wouldn’t look like… your niece.”

Chan let out a disgruntled sound, already beginning to sense the reason behind your sulky mood, simply shaking his head at you.

“Of course not, I’m more than happy with you.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue further, choosing to let the conversation stop at that till you got home.

Once you were at Chan’s apartment, you’d taken a shower first, stepping out into the room in your towel after you’d worn your underwear.

“Chan, I’m thinking of staying over tonight, do you know if I have anymore clothes here?”

Chan hummed, “I’m not really sure where you put them, you could just wear one of my hoodies first if you want?” He stood up, walking over to his cupboard and fishing out one of his hoodies, handing them over to you with a small kiss on the forehead, heading outside first while you changed.

Putting it on, you’d immediately felt as though you were drowning in fabric. Chan tended to get bigger hoodies because of his shoulders, so they looked even bigger when they were on you.

Stepping outside, you padded over to the living room, not expecting to hear the hum of approval that left Chan’s lips as he spotted you.

“I know this isn’t the first time you’re wearing my clothes but, I can’t stress how much I love seeing you in my hoodies.”

He stretched out a hand to pull you closer to where he say on the sofa, tugging you just a little more so you ended up on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about that question you asked me just now in the car,” he began, making you slightly nervous to hear what he was about to say, “and I just can’t believe you asked me that.”

“Chan, the food’s gonna get cold.”

He let out a displeased whine, “no, baby look at me,” he brought a hand up to your chin to ever so gently tilt your head to face him, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“I like you exactly how you are, because that’s…you. You’re who I fell in love with, not anyone else. Who cares if you’re not super tall? You’re fun sized!”

You were about to retort but Chan had beat you to it, “and before you go on about how it makes you feel dependent on others, It’s alright, okay? If you don’t wanna depend on them, depend on me. I’ll gladly help you get any sort of thing from the highest shelf in the world if I can help it.”

You scrunched your nose up, shoving him away in your embarrassment, “don’t say things like that,” you rest your hands over his, feeling his thumb rub the skin on your thigh gently.

“Why not? I mean every word.”

You gave him a look, and despite what you said, you knew that what Chan did was working in reassuring you, the feeling of your heart fluttering when he’d cupped your face still so familiar even after your years of dating Chan.

Chan was an absolute angel, you were reminded again now, as he tried to cheer you up during dinner, telling you funny things that happened at his workplace and talking about anything under the sun to make you feel better.

“How’re you feeling now?” He asked after you ate, earning a shrug from you.

“Kind of drowsy, do you um…” you averted your gaze from him, not knowing why you were letting yourself get shy all of a sudden.

Chan quirked his eyebrows up, tilting his head at you curiously, “hmm?” He asked.

“Can we..like…you know,” you mumbled, and you could practically hear Chan’s smile without looking at him, feeling him pull you forward, and in you almost losing your balance, you quickly supported yourself with your shin resting on Chan’s thigh, feeling him adjust your position, pulling your other leg up so you were straddling him now, raising his eyebrows at you again to prompt you further, clearly getting a kick out of seeing you so shy.

You shook your head, leaning forward so you were hugging him, resting your chin comfortably on your shoulder, the comfort it provided you making your eyes shut. Chan instinctively wrapped his arms around you, one hand above the other as they rested comfortably on your back.

“Lemme guess, you wanna cuddle?” Chan’s voice could be heard next to your ear, his voice soft and tone gentle, though not without a hint of teasing.

You nodded, “mmhmm,” your voice was muffled from how you pressed your lips against his shoulder.

“Couch or bed?” He hummed, earning a soft mumble of ‘bed’, Chan’s hands moving to grasp your thighs, standing up and carrying you towards the direction of his room, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Feeling him set you down on the bed, you let go so he could get in as well and make himself comfortable. Lying on his back, he’d beckoned you over, letting you resume your position of practically lying on him, your leg draped over him and your head resting on his chest, while his hand found its way to your back and your thigh, rubbing soothing patterns onto your skin.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

You felt his chest move slightly as he let out an amused huff, “what are you thanking me for, baby?”

“You..” You yawned, “take care of me so well,” you sighed, removing your head from his chest to look at him.

Your gesture made Chan smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, can’t have my favourite girl feeling bad now, can I?,” he tilted his head at you, a soft smile at his lips.

You ignored the flush in your cheeks, shaking your head as you let your head rest back on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep, all previous worries of the day now all melding into this soft, comforting moment of calm with Chan.

You stayed there cuddling in your room, the only sound being the soft music that Chan was playing in the room, and you were about to fall asleep when you heard Chan mutter, “I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile from your face, letting out a deep sigh as you replied, as your own affirmation as well (albeit muffled by the fabric of his hoodie)

“I love you.”

You wouldn’t ask for anything else.

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llendrinall · 4 years

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So i got another fic idea in my head The dates are very important. 1 (May 1998) Percy was a Ministry spy and he worked closely with Albus. He saved a lot of lives no matter their blood or if they were creatures. And at the battle of Hogwarts he saves Freds life but hes in crit condition George is a total ass (He's angry and takes it out on Percy) going off at him saying nasty things along the lines of that Percy isn't welcome at the Weasley home anymore.

2 When he tries to go to the House to talk to them he's not treated very well ("Dont wanna hear excuses Percy"). He just give up, packs his things in his flat, & the next morning he goes, gives his mission reports that date from the start of his Ministry career along with his resignation letter on Shacklebot's desk. Then he's off to America to start over he snuck into Freds hospital room & used Snapes healing charms as a way to 'set things right' before leaving.

3. Percy is now in New York, gets a job, and then spends the next 6 months working diligently and whatnot. Then he meets Audrey Smith, they end up going on a few dates and she introduces Percy to her local gym and they become gym buddies and soon start dating. (Aug 2000) After 2 years together (They're married) Percy and Audrey find out they're expecting. And then the twins are born on the 2nd of May 2001. Percy laughs a bit as Audrey pats him the shoulder and says "They sure chose the date"

4. Sep 11 2001) Audrey dies in the 9/11 attack (she was a muggle) & Percy is left a widow with 2 daughters to look after. (June 2002) He bumps into Oliver who's on a quidditch training exchange. They catch up. (Oliver doesn't bring up the fact that Percy's fam has been looking for him for years and that he's saved so many lives) As December rolls around Oliver spends it at Percy's, meeting the kids and hearing Percy tell him everything (His wife, his family and the war)

(I think this is part 5? Idk its 2am here) (Jan - May) They spend a lot of time together after Xmas and slowly Percy begins to heal a bit more after Audrey's death. Oliver ends up going back to the UK and Percy misses him. (July) Oliver comes back with news that he's transferred to an NY team "They might not be big on Quidditch here but they're extremely good, Perce" (Its not because Oliver has been inlove with Percy since Hogwarts. Neither is it because he loves Molly & Lucy to death either)

6 (Feb 2004) The UK Papers get a picture of Oliver, Percy the twins out and it BLOWS UP. Charlie (The only one who even heard Percy out back after the war ended, He knows the others did wrong by him) floos in and then warns Percy about everyone knowing he's here and that they're gonna be coming in 2 days. So He ends up having Charlie take the girls. He ends up meeting with his fam and it takes a long long time for them to heal and fix things.

7. His Fam only get to meet Molly and Lucy when they're 6. When they're 7 he and Oliver gets married. Idk why but i seem to only send you these fic ideas when im hella tired and at 2am. T_T Why am i like this? So Audrey named Molly and Perce named Lucy (After each others moms)

Honestly, What can I say at this point? You have the whole story thought out. Go for it and write it!

It’s not the kind of story I write, though. But since you dropped the materials here, I can share how I would assemble it.

I would avoid New York. Big cities have a character. They are characters and you have to treat them as such. In Life skills, London is a character, complex and big and hard and beautiful. In Secret language of plants, even though Draco and Harry end up in London, I had them stay in the house because London was too big of a character for that stage of the story.

So, no New York. If I had to use a well-known city I would go with Boston, I think. Otherwise, a small one with a nice name.

Audrey doesn’t die on 9/11. Well, she dies on that day, but not on the attack. It’s something as simple and dull as a traffic accident. Percy wasn’t with her, not that it would have mattered. Yes, wizards have potions to mend bones instantly and protective charms and spells to stop the momentum, but Audrey died instantly, and no one could have seen the car until it was on her.

The driver was an old man, fumbling with that new invention, a mobile phone, trying to call his daughter who worked in New York.

Magic Law on the States is a bit… over the place. It would be extremely simple to put a curse or a hex that man. If Percy was clever about it, it wouldn’t be too illegal. But he doesn’t. Percy realizes it wouldn’t make him feel better.

Percy doesn’t particularly like the States. The tea is terrible, the coffee is weak, the spelling is painful and people are entirely too talkative. But it’s sunnier than England and the orange juice is good, so he stays.

He goes to Romania every summer to visit Charlie. The girls love it there and it was always easy to talk to Charlie. Charlie who had such a promising career in Quidditch and rejected the fame and fortune for a thankless career working with dragons. Not even training dragons for bank security, which is a cool and profitable career, but fighting that very same use.

Charlie only goes back home for a week during Christmas, so he gets it. They don’t have to talk about it, never mention that weird state of loving your family and not wanting to be with them, to fight, to have to explain and justify your very existence and your life decisions.

He meets Oliver in Romania. Supposedly Oliver is there to see the sights and rest his left shoulder, that was injured at the end of the league. But he is not the first Quidditch player who has a crisis of faith and comes to Charlie with questions. So far, none of them had taken up dragon-protection, but one became a broomstick racer and another is the head coach of an Italian team.

Charlie only thinks about dragons. Oliver only thinks about Quidditch and is in the middle of an existential crisis. So it’s perfectible understandable that the topic of Percy, his war heroics and his semi mythical status is never brought up. To be fair, Charlie doesn’t know much about it because he doesn’t read English newspapers and his family never talks about Percy when he is around. Oliver just thinks that Percy is the first Competent Adult he has ever met and is much more interested about this Figuring Life Out than any hero status.

So it’s fair to say that the headlines come as a surprise.

Someone snapped a picture of Oliver and Percy sitting very close together in a park, with twin stupid loving smiles. It was all perfectly innocent. Molly was doing something cute out of frame and they never kept any physical distance between themselves, not even in Hogwarts. But it doesn’t matter. The picture is sold as proof of the mysterious war hero and the dashing sport star carrying a secret love affair. It’s a beautiful story, powerful. Percy is the tragic handsome hero and Oliver the right person to bring love back in his life after years nursing the wounds of war. Or perhaps Oliver is the sweet and honest good boy, the boyfriend every mother wants for her daughter, seduced by the man living a life of exotic and daring adventures.

Whatever it is, the world wants to believe in it. So much so that bloody Draco Malfoy pops up to warn them that there is a dozen of rabid, ruthless, paparazzies coming their way. He knows because Malfoy owns the most read magazine in England and has put a bounty on a photo of the two of them kissing.

Paparazzies don’t have a concept of trespassing, but breaking and entering into a dragon reserve has certain difficulties that can’t be bypassed with an alohomora and a lack of morals. Percy and Oliver spend the rest of the month in the reserve, not daring to go out. Twenty-two days in each other’s company, hiking in the mountains and playing with the girls. Molly and Lucy have decided that Oliver is similar to Charlie in all the right ways, so they like him.

On day nineteen, they kiss. Someone gets a picture of it, but, in his excitement, the photographer wanders into a nest of young dragon carps. He is recued three hours later sans pants or shoes. The photo of their first kiss is lost.

Oliver says he is almost done with his existential crisis but now Percy has one of his own.

You see, there is something Oliver hasn’t said. Something he didn’t mention at all. And Percy doesn’t know if Oliver just hasn’t noticed (it took him two years to realize all the Weasleys were siblings) or if he noticed but… doesn’t care?

There is more than one reason why only Charlie has met the girls.

Even now that Percy has received letters from every family member (including Freaking Aunt Muriel) and even a surprise visit from them (he has a life debt with Charlie for the heads-up) and they have begun the unpleasant work of fixing their relationship; even now, they haven’t met Molly and Lucy.

It’s because of the Weasley cousin they never talk about. The accountant.

Percy knows that it’s perfectly normal. Many wizarding children don’t exhibit any magic until they are at least seven. But he also knows that every single person in his family was levitating toys (Bill, Ron and Ginny) or stopping spilled milk in mid-air (him) or shooting sparks (Charlie and the twins) by the time they were three.

Molly and Lucy had done nothing magical so far. Nothing at all. And Percy knows, in his heart of hearts, that if anyone makes them feel inferior, if anyone dares to say anything against them, he will go the Dark Lord route and kill every single person prejudiced against squibs. He might kill every single wizard and witch and eradicate all magic, so his girls won’t feel inferior to anyone. He found in himself the strength to forgive the man than took Audrey’s life, but he won’t do the same for the person who speaks against his children. He can’t.

On Christmas Percy reluctantly agrees to go to England with the girls because Charlie promises he will be there too. It is not easy. It is, in fact, very, very difficult and tense. He is forever grateful at Lee Jordan, who is glued to Fred’s hip cracking jokes and defusing tension. Also, Angelina Johnson takes George and Ginny to the kitchen and informs them they are the biggest idiots she has ever had the misfortune of meeting and that helps to avoid anyone saying something unforgivable they will regret their whole life. On Christmas’ Eve Harry Potter takes everyone’s wands because he is Harry Potter “and I do what I want” which means no one hexes anyone and they can overindulge the punch.

Oh, why bother? The whole thing is terrible and awkward and it hurts. But it is a necessary painful step, either to fix things with time or to say that he tried, actually tried, and never look back at this moment with regret.

Also, he gets to meet with Oliver. It turns out that Oliver hadn’t noticed the girls’ lack of magic, but he also doesn’t care. Why would he care? Are you- are you supposed to care? Is this another thing Oliver missed because he only thinks about Quidditch? What’s wrong with not having magic in any case? Oliver’s mother is muggle and it is agreed that she is wonderful.

(Even Potter says so. Percy has no idea of when Harry Potter met Oliver’s mum, but he speaks of her in the highest terms).

You can read about what happened next on issues of 32, 33 & 34 of Alakazam as well as special issues 17, 21, 22 and 25. Draco Malfoy earns 1.5 million galleons with issue 33, setting a record for most successful print in wizarding history. Then he obliterates that record with a single stolen picture of Percy and Oliver’s wedding. He committed around a dozen crimes to get that picture, got drunk on champagne and victory and asked Harry Potter to marry him.

(He also donated all the money to a newly created society for the support and trade education of squibs, but only two people in the world know that).

#asks #percy weasley #oliver wood #Anonymous #vese: dad percy

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 4 years

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I can't stop thinking about your madame red au and the headcannons you wrote last. Can I ask for Joker and reader where she helps him during the dance and all and defends him behind his back when some ladies are shocked because ,,how dare a woman lead a man?!". And maybe Madame Red notices the reader and her behaviour towards Joker and the others and already ships them? Sorry it's so long. Headcannons or scenarios are fine. 😅😁

PLEASE DON’T BE SORRY, THIS IS ALL I EVER WANT IN LIFE AND I OWE U FOR REQUESTING IT

it got so hecking long omg I never plan for things to get this long but when I like something a lot it just kind of happens!!!

The fact that your new companion is missing an arm seems to bother you far less than it does him, at least in the context of trying to figure out how to position yourselves to dance.

“I just, ah ― oof, Lord ― I-I dunno if this is gonna work.” His face is about as red as his hair by now, and he just draws himself away from you. “I’m… I’m sorry. This pro’ly ain’t such a good idea, beauty. Why, uh, why don’t ye go dance wit’ someone else?”

Able to feel other people’s eyes on you both, you shamelessly step back toward him. “Because I want to dance with you. It’s not really that big a deal, is it? There has to be a way.”

He offers you a timid smile. “Be m’ guest, m’ lady.”

The sound of several other girls tittering behind their fans as they watch the man flounder is all the determination you need.

“So I shall!” You return his smile before analyzing the situation. After a moment, you make a move: you wrap your arm around his waist and draw him flush against you. This might be a good start… “Hm, this may work. If I keep my arm here, then I can support you. That way, we can hold hands and you don’t have to worry about losing your grip or anything, because I’ll be holding you.”

Another round of blush blooms over his cheeks. “T-this ain’t exac’ly proper, though, is it? I mean… Mum said th’ man’s s’posed ta be th’ one wit’ ‘is arm round the lady’s waist. Heh, treatin’ me like a lady, are ye? Makin’ a joke like ev’ryone else?”

You can’t help but to burst out laughing, though you take care not to be too loud. The two of you have enough attention on you already, and you get the sense that it’s not the good kind, so you don’t want to attract more. “What?? I wouldn’t make a joke of you. It’s just that we have to do things a bit differently, and we have to do whatever works. It doesn’t mean I’m treating you like a lady. If this is what works, then that should be the proper thing, shouldn’t it?”

“… Well…” His good arm scratches at the side of his cheek as he seems to think that over. It makes a lot of sense, as far as you’re concerned. The very definition of proper is that something is correct. If the way you normally dance doesn’t work when dancing with him, then clearly it isn’t proper. “I, ah, guess I never thought ‘f it that way b’fore. Good way ta put it. This is… alrigh’, then? Dancin’ like this? Ye don’t mind it?”

“Of course not. It’ll be kind of exciting to do things differently.” With your free hand, you take his, weaving your fingers into the spaces between his and noting how it just feels right. “I think this is song is meant to be waltzed to, so… one, two, three?” you tease.

When he chuckles, it’s a sound like golden honey. He has such a lovely voice, and a bright laugh to match even as he’s keeping it soft. “One, two, three, it is, m’ beauty.”

So the two of you start to move. As you lead him around the dance floor, you focus on him rather than all the people who are staring at you. “By the way, I don’t think we introduced ourselves. I’m (Name). And your name?”

“Ah, it’s JOKER,” he hums. “Mum told me she’d never heard ‘f anyone wit’ tha’name, but I picked it m’self a while ago. Never ‘ad any other one.”

“Huh… Lady Durless-Barnett isn’t your mother by blood, right?”

“Aye, tha’s right. She found us all an’ took us in.”

“So, what about the woman who gave birth to you? She didn’t give you any kind of name?”

He averts his eyes down toward your feet with a halfhearted shrug. “She didn’t. Rather not talk ‘bout any o’ that, ‘f ye don’t mind.”

You frown, but recover quickly. “Oh… no, that’s fine. I understand. Then ― all the others that Lady Durless-Barnett took in along with you. You were all basically a family before she found you? You’re all brothers and sisters?”

“Mhm. Tha’s ‘ow we’ve always thought o’ each other.”

“That’s so sweet.” You glance around the room for a minute, spotting some of them, and you can’t help the smile that settles on your lips. “What are their names? What are they like?”

His own smile is back at those questions. “Well… th’ two over sittin’ in th’ chairs, that’s Mally an’ Dagger. They’re each missin’ a leg. Both a bit ‘otheaded, if ye ask me, but that jus’ means they’re also passionate an’ determined. Go ta th’ ends o’ the Earth f’r ye if they think ye deserve it.”

“What about the tall fellow standing by the punch?”

Joker laughs and this time a little snort makes its way out. “Aw, that’s Jumbo. Ye can tell righ’ off what’s goin’ on with ‘im, can’t ye? I knoo he looks scary, but ‘e’s got the biggest ‘eart I ever seen. More afraid o’ ye than ye are o’ him, I’d wager. That suit don’t fit ‘im right; Mum did ‘er best.”

“And the girl next to him by the refreshment table ― the one with cake all over her dress?”

“Ah, God! She’s got it all dirty already, does she?” That grin of his is… really something. “Tha’s Freckles. We call ‘er Doll sometimes, too. Ye knoo, she’s pro’ly the brightest outta all o’ us, ‘r at least brighter’n I am. She’s pretty much th’ heart o’ our li’l group, always got a smile f’r us all.”

“I think the last two are… running around flirting? They seem to be half everyone else’s height?”

It’s obvious that the image is hilarious to him. “Oh, Peter an’ Wendy. Those two only grew ta a certain ‘eight, an’ they’re ‘bout as inseparable as anythin’. Peter can be a bitter pill ta swallow, rough round the edges… come ta think ‘f it, so can Wendy, she’s jus’ quieter. Once ye get ta know ‘em, though, ye see they ain’t bad at all.”

You give one more look at all of them, then return your gaze to Joker’s face. “… So, how about you?”

He blinks a few times, looking surprised. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” you giggle. “Now that I know that everyone else is passionate, nice,energetic, loyal… what are you? How would you describe yourself the way you just described your family?”

“Oh… er…” And he’s blushing again. Precious. “I… dunno, really.”

A hum vibrates up from your throat. “I suppose I’ll just have to find out for myself, then. As it stands, this is one of the most pleasant dances I’ve ever had with someone, so I would use charming as a starting point.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Ye think?”

“I’ve done this a few times, you know.” You lead him in the next step, twirling around with him in your arms. “So far, you’re probably the best dance partner I’ve had. You’re very sweet.”

“Awh, ye’re havin’ a go at me. Don’t make me blush, beauty.”

As the song transitions into a new one, you lean over and give a very light kiss to his cheek. “Oh, don’t limit me like that. You’re very handsome when you blush.”

You loosen your arm so that he can move away if he doesn’t want to dance for another song. “So,” you say, “would you like to go for another song?”

He shifts himself out of your arms. “Actually, sure. But first, would it… maybe be alrigh’ if I brought Mally an’ Dagger over? They both been poutin’ over not bein’ able ta dance, an’, well, if ye can find a good way ta ‘elp me dance, I bet ye could f’r them too. Sure make ‘em real happy, if ye’re up f’r that.”

“Oh… of course! I’m nothing if not up for a challenge.” You step back and give him a curtsy. “Hurry back!”

“Joker, darling, did I just see you were dancing with (Name) (Surname)? Goodness, and you didn’t think you’d be confident enough to ask anyone to dance, yet you asked the most beautiful, eligible woman in the room!”

Joker shoots a nervous grin at his mother, who’s currently fanning herself as she surveys her party. “Actually, she… she was th’ one who asked me.”

“What?” Anne’s eyes get even wider, sparkling devilishly. “Oh, my!! That can only mean one thing. She’s interested in you.”

“Her? Oh, Mum, she’s lovely, she really is, but… I-I dunno.” Just thinking about you makes his heart skip a beat. He’s very much interested in you, but the two of you did just meet, and he’s… missing pieces. “She couldn’t be int’rested in me.”

Anne pauses in the motion to point her fan toward the dance floor. “Then why is she doing that?”

When Joker turns his head where his mother is pointing, he not only sees what you’re doing, he hears it too. Currently, you’re positioned as if in a stand-off with one of the other attendees.

“― And you don’t know anything about him! You want to insult someone, pick on someone your own size and come at me. Go on! If you want me to tell my father to cut off business with yours, I dare you to say something. A woman leading a man in a waltz isn’t that strange! Well? Suddenly you don’t have anything to say? Just turn around like the coward you are, and if I hear you so much as breathe another word about him, you will be sorry.”

Joker’s attention isn’t even on the fact that the other lady turns bright red before flouncing off with her friends. He doesn’t care about her reaction; he cares about what you’re saying and doing. What…?

It would appear you’re defending him from someone who tried to make rude remarks about him. Why? Isn’t that the kind of thing that could ruin your standing if you get too heated about it? Why would you risk that just because someone made a cruel comment about someone you barely know? Why would you threaten such a big thing as changing your father’s business partners for him, who’s basically a stranger to you?

Anne’s giggling as she nudges Joker with one elbow. “Keeping that in mind, we should start thinking about whether you’d like a June wedding or a December wedding.”

“Mum!!” he snorts, though his face is all aglow with a soft pink. “That’s not… I’m not… she’s…”

“She likes you. Which, of course, proves that she has excellent taste.” Anne runs an affectionate hand through her son’s hair. “Why don’t you set up a date with her, sweetheart?”

Joker’s gaze returns to you, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, arms crossed, silently daring anyone to say anything mean about him or any of the others, while he remembers how kindly you treated him.

“… I just might do that, Mum. Just might.”

#twennari #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Joker #reader insert #romantic #Madame Red Savior AU #drama #fluff #THIS IS ALL I WANT HOLY FUCK #I'M SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN THIS AU BECAUSE I WILL BLEED FOR THIS AU!!!!!#queued

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bleufrost · 5 years

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Drabble prompt: keanu and reader visiting the readers hometown for a family event and while they’re there the reader is invited to a high school reunion. The reader goes to it so she can catch up with friends, but some of her bitchy classmates (who don’t believe she is dating Keanu) are there & give her a hard time & brag about their own lives. Until Keanu shows up & he can’t keep his hands off the Reader, puts the bitchy people in their place then sweeps the reader away for some sweet loving.

Keanu Reeves x reader

warnings: anxiety mention, sexual tension, and some implied smut

Reunions had never really been your thing. You cared for your family and friends dearly, but there was something about being trapped in a place surrounded by people you hadn't spoken to in months, some even years, that made you uneasy.

It was Keanu's idea to accept the invite home initially. Your cousin shot you a text saying they were hosting a family reunion in your home town, and although you were apprehensive to attend, Keanu was excited to meet the rest of your family.

Being back in the town you grew up in was surreal. Again, you never really harbored any real hatred for it, but you had also done everything in your power to escape it after high school. Keanu felt your anxiety immediately and made it his mission to never leave your side while the two of you were there.

The family function went by without a hitch. Keanu got along with everyone so well and it warmed your heart to see how easily he fit in as a part of your family. Everything was going surprisingly perfect, that is until the letter was brought to your attention. Keanu had gone to get some drinks, and when he returned he held your cups with a piece of paper between them. It was an invite to your high school reunion.

If you had been nervous about coming back to see family, attending your high school reunion opened the gates to a whole new level of dread. Yet you found yourself agreeing because Keanu wanted you both to go.

The day of your reunion was spent panicking over what to wear. How should you do your hair, how much makeup was too much or too little, should you do your nails? It was a lot, but Keanu reassured you over and over that you looked gorgeous no matter what you decide to do or not do.

The venue was fairly packed by the time the two of you pulled up. There were hundreds of people, many of which you thought you might recognize but honestly, who could be sure.

"I think I'm going to go park and drop you off right here, okay? Last thing we need is you twisting an ankle in those heels." He laughed as you shook your head. He was right, you had a tendency to be just a little bit too clumsy sometimes.

You opened the passenger side door and began to get out, turning to kiss him before planting your feet on the ground.

"Please be quick babe." Keanu smiled reassuringly. "I promise, I'll be in there before you can even notice I'm gone."

That was already not true, because as soon as he pulled away you felt his absence heavily. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the entrance and almost debated on waiting by the stairs before you realized how ridiculous that would look. Gathering all your courage, you walked inside and were lucky enough to almost immediately spot a friend of yours that you had actually kept in contact with over the years.

"Hey there beautiful!" She hugged you and introduced you to the other people she was with; you knew them already though. These people were the ones you never really got along with, the one girl specifically that had made it her goal to make your four years in high school a living hell.

She gave you a sickly sweet smile as you shook hands and hugged some of the other people there, finally getting to her. You hadn't even had the chance to voice a greeting before she started up.

"I saw online you were dating Keanu Reeves." Well that was fast. You rarely posted anything online, and seeing as Keanu enjoyed his privacy, there were only a few public pictures of you two together that weren't taken by paparazzi.

"Uh, yeah actually. We've been together for a little while now."

She scoffed at you. "You can't just take a picture with someone and pretend you're dating. Maybe I can believe you guys are friends, but come on (y/n), do you really think we're that dumb? I mean, why would you show up alone if you were actually together?" She laughed along with a couple other people standing with her, and your friend just sighed and shook her head. Eyes went wide though, when you felt the familiar comfort of a certain someone coming to stand behind you.

"Well, she is actually my best friend. I think if you're in love with someone, they should be, don't you think?" Keanu placed a large hand over your shoulder, bringing you in for a kiss. "And I apologize, I was parking the car and didn't want to make her walk too far in those heels. I'm Keanu, by the way." He gave them a charming grin and moved to shake each of their hands. He was always a gentleman, but you knew he was playing it up even more now just to rub it in.

"Babe, are you hungry? They're serving some food over at those round tables." It was an excuse to get away from the ex classmates you didn't enjoy being around, and also maybe a good excuse to actually grab something yummy along the way. He always knew exactly what you needed and where you needed to be.

Later that night, you and Keanu were swaying to some romantic music on the dance floor. You didn't really recognize many of the songs they were playing, but that never stopped the two of you from enjoying each other's company anyways.

As the slow music began to fade, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hi, I wanted to cut in for the next song. Hope you don't mind." Once again, little miss bitchy put on that sweet smile as she moved forward to take your place in front of Keanu. Honestly, you were prepared to let her because it was starting to become pretty clear that dancing with your boyfriend was probably the most fascinating thing that would happen in her life for a while. Keanu on the other hand, wasn't so ready to let you go.

"I'm really sorry, I don't get a lot of time off and would really appreciate being able to dance with my date." Keanu smiled gently at her again, and you could basically see the anger rolling off of her in waves, but she complied.

You took your place holding him again and grinned. "How do you manage to look like such a gentleman telling someone to fuck off?" He chuckled, pulling you close to him to resume your swaying to the music as he leaned down to kiss your neck. You pushed yourself closer to him, leaving very little space between you. "You know, I think it's pretty sexy that you can stay so charming while dealing with people like that." Keanu bit down onto the skin he was sucking on. "Don't start something you can't finish."

You let your hand creep between your bodies, sliding your way down to the top of his belt. "Who said I couldn't finish you?"

Keanu quickly grabbed your hand, the lust had blown the pupils of his eyes and you knew that you looked just as heated. He said goodbye to some of the people the two of you had spoken to earlier, making sure to be seen by the bitch who had disturbed you both all night before nearly jogging out to get the car.

Outside, he grabbed your face and ran his lips over yours heatedly. "I'm going to go get the car. Don't move." The words were mumbled against your mouth and your breathing became heavy as he moved away.

It only took about five minutes for Keanu to pull back up in front of the steps. Getting out to open your door, he let his hands fall down to your waist before dipping just a little lower for a second. You yelped as you felt him touch you, getting in and watching as he shut the door and went around to his side.

The car ride back to your hotel was tense; the sexual energy charging the air as you leaned over to kiss and touch him whenever a red light appeared. You would have leaned down and taken him into your mouth if it hadn't been for the fact that he strongly believed that it could get you two hurt.

Pulling into the lot, Keanu grabbed you and lifted you over his lap in the drivers seat. You felt like a couple of teenagers having a heavy makeout session in the car late at night, but you couldn't care less how juvenile it all felt because all you cared about was feeling his wet tongue gliding inside of your mouth.

His hands landed on your ass, digging his fingers into your skin before slapping you playfully. You let out another surprised little sound and laughed with him in between sloppy kisses. Keanu pulled away, hands still stroking your rear but a slight look of concern was etched into his features. "What's wrong?"

"You didn't want to stay, did you? I should have asked before I took you outside, I'm sorry." He looked genuinely upset and you leaned over to kiss him again.

"Trust me, I would much rather be here with you than back with all those people I barely cared about to begin with. You did me a huge favor, now take me inside before I repay you out here."

Just as quickly as it left, the sexual energy was back. Keanu pressed his lips against yours and pushed open the door, letting you out and quickly guiding you back to your room where you definitely showed him just how thankful you were; and just how capable of finishing him off you really were too.

a/n: im sorry this one wasn't the best, but i hope you still liked it 💛

headcannon/drabble requests are still open while i get my shit together and start finishing full fics again (:

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves smut #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves x reader smut #keanu reeves imagine #bleufrost.fic

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spiffysixxsense · 4 years

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Hello annoying best friend here to fulfill my duty by asking you to answer all of the cute asks

angel; do you have a nickname?

not really. my name is already short and I don't have a prominent quality to nickname me after. The only person who refers to me as anything other than my name is my boyfriend, but I don't think “babe/baby” really counts as a nickname lol

awe; how old are you?

baby; favorite color?

dark teal (blue-green? I've never found a good name for my favorite color)

bloop; spirit animal?

so because I didn't have a good answer for this, I decided to google a quiz to find out, lol. My answer was a deer. here's why;

When you have the deer as spirit animal, you are highly sensitive and have a strong intuition. By affinity with this animal, you have the power to deal with challenges with grace. You master the art of being both determined and gentle in your approach.

The deer totem wisdom imparts those with a special connection with this animal with the ability to be vigilant, move quickly, and trust their instincts to get out the trickiest situations

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

i don't really have a favorite book, i don't read much outside of school (I wish i did)

movie: A Beautiful Mind

song: oh dear lord i cannot pick just one, but all-time favorite band of mine is Shinedown

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

a little stuffed dog that looked like Kipper from the TV show, I still have him :)

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

lmao what came to mind was when i pledged to never drink, smoke, or say bad words. two out of fucking three ain't bad i guess.

bright; mermaids or fairies?

(honestly neither but) fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

given the asker, i would say yes :) also i am lame and my boyfriend is also my best friend

buttercup; showers or baths?

S H O W E R S. hate baths!

butterfly; dream destination?

I've never had a huge desire to travel honestly. like sure i could say Italy or Greece look beautiful, but the actual act of traveling overseas really stresses me out lol. so i would have to say more like upper midwest, like Maine, in the fall time for all the pretty trees.

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

i am neither

calm; favorite scent?

anything fruity - pineapple, mango, berries, apples. at least in terms of what candles i like lol.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

i do not remember anything from last night - the last dream i remember involved my boyfriend, dad and i being lost up north lol

charming; have you ever been in love?

currently

cozy; eye/hair color?

hazel / brunette

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

the 1970′s for the fashion

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

love me a good succulent

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

well this last birthday was amidst quarantine, so I got some candles and granola (my boyfriend knows me well lol)

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

i have no idea? what an odd question? probably some stuffed animal?

cutsie; what makes you happy?

picnics, alone time, my boyfriend, my cat choosing to cuddle with me.

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

I really cant think of a time I've ever felt truly free. maybe when i drove myself to school earlier this year & didn't have to wait for someone to pick me up?

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

as a light in others lives. happy, bubbly. things i currently am not

daylight; favorite album of all time?

gosh these dang music questions. well, Nickelback - All the Right Reasons was the first album i ever bought myself. then maybe Shinedown - The Sound of Madness (i cant pick one OKAY)

dear; zodiac sign?

Taurus

delightful; concerts or museums?

concerts

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes? this question makes me feel old, lol.

dobby; dream job?

criminologist. some way to be reducing the mass incarceration rate in the US.

doll; how do you like to dress?

comfy, v necks and leggings. As i have gotten older i have slowly wanted to be more feminine i think, because i really want some sundresses for summer lol

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

one! when i was 12ish, i swear i saw a reflection of a uniformed man (like old school soldier uniform - blue blazer with gold cufflinks) behind me in the glass of my snakes tank at the time. it was weird because the only reason i even looked that way was because my snake started shaking his tail against the glass, something that corn snakes do when they are scared, but also something that in his entire life had never done unprompted ever.

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

want yes, have no

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

100%. no way we are alone in this universe

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

he makes my days so much better :)

fairy; do you have a pet?

I have one little old kitty :)

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

to vacation, ocean. to live, mountain

forever; where do you feel time stop?

the secretary of state? lol

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

I've never owned a plant lol

garden; how many languages do you know?

one :(

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@cy-ne-fin

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

sepia photography/old books that have yellowed into sepia. or fresh greenery on white marble.

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

i don't really get any anymore, but as long as they are nice or just questions/venting, im down. don't be offended if i never answer though, for some reason i never get Tumblr notifications lol

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

im compassionate

im empathetic (which is similar but im struggling to get to 5 lol)

im goal-oriented

im determined (once i have said goal. again, related lol)

i guess i like my lips/lip shape

heart; silk or lace?

lace

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

tea. iced, black or green really, with sugar.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

bird watching because it means i am probably alone and in nature as opposed to somewhere in a crowd of people. and i wont feel creepy for watching the birds lol

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

white noise, a fan running. if that's not enough, i enjoy asmr. if i am really struggling/having anxiety, i will look up sleep stories from the headspace app on youtube (life hack to not have to pay for the app lol)

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

to be outside, i enjoy just warm enough to be comfy in pants and a t-shirt (so like 65F-ish) and sunny.To be inside, i love when it is cooler (like 50F?) and raining. I love the look, sound, and smell of rain but it is usually just inconvenient to be in.

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

well now all days are the same for me, #quarantine, so the same thing i do every day, just about nothing, lol

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

i guess laugh loudly because i am a loud person in general. i have a deep voice

kinky; do you blush easily?

i don't think so, my embarrassment turns into sweat, not blush, lmao

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

i guess being proposed to someday? but i don't have a certain dream way of it happening, just the fact that its happening is enough for me lol. id enjoy if someone (cough Elle or also maybe Michael lol) were secretly filming and/or taking photos of it? I am not sure how you'd manage that though

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

late at night when everything is quiet

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

old school three days grace (one-x album in particular)

love; what is your favorite season and why?

i always gravitate to fall for the leaves and pumpkin patches. but honestly, i think my favorite season is spring. i love the newly budding trees and flowers, the feeling of renewal, the release from the horrible Michigan winter lol, but most importantly, spring time for my whole life as of yet has always meant that school is over for the semester! as opposed to the fall when the semester starts. this is very long winded but spring final answer lol

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

I've never had a macaron and blue moon ice cream

magic; what are five flaws you have?

ooooo boy

im short tempered/angry too much

im unmotivated (which is confusing maybe because i said i am determined earlier. you see, once i HAVE a goal i feel determined to finish it. but i am unmotivated to create said goals, lol)

im nonconfrontational to a fault where i always put others’ feelings before my own

i let fear of change stop me from ever taking risks/ am anxious

i am stubborn and sometimes have a hard time admitting i am wrong

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

this depends - screw pastels. warm neutrals for makeup purposes, but cool darks for aesthetic or decor purposes

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

someone who feels like home. I am not entirely sure how else to explain that. you just feel peace and content with them.

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

something that allows you to only be with your date - so like a picnic or hike or just a walk even. my boyfriend and i liked to walk around in the fall for me to take pictures of leaves while he played pokemon go (man i miss the pokemon go summer and i have never even PLAYED it, it was just so fun to be with him while he played)

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

on youtube usually

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. if your family is toxic for whatever reason, you do not owe them your time strictly because they are family.

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook, im not super into sweets & i want to enjoy the final product

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

normal? like its legible but its not pretty or cute

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

no:( wish i could play bass or drums

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

i don't :)

i really don't have an answer other than solving whatever is stressing me out, lol. i wish i had more mechanisms to calm me down but nothing i have tried has ever really worked

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

you know these favorites questions are hard for me lol. right now, i am loving watermelon, but i also love most fruits. kiwis! vegetable, i feel like i have to say potato lol

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

lol the last thing i read had to be some academic text, so that's boring

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

meeting Alex i guess, it changes my whole life path to have someone you want to do life with

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

quarantine? lol

shine; art or music?

music is art.

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

i think so. Elle’s dog griffin loves me for some reason lol

smitten; do you collect anything?

not really

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

jolly ranchers

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

nope

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

nope

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

Spongebob probably. unless we are talking like really tiny, toddler age, then Winnie the pooh

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

i live in a 2 bedroom apartment, there arent any spots. lol. my bed i guess

soothe; digital or vinyl?

i mean digital for convenience but vinyl for aesthetic

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

i mean the only person i really actively miss ever is Alex. @cy-ne-fin sometimes, but i have also grown used to living away from each other

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyalty, honesty, & humor

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

if i must pick, practical.

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

absolutely not. i feel like a burden with my feelings even though i shouldn't

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

honestly not really. am on the fence still about ever having any

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

not really

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

i am as average as they come man, nothing is unique about me lol

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

like a background friend? like i am not very social, so we do not have to talk every day to be friends. so like im here if you need me, but i enjoy alone time.

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

the way my boyfriend looks at me, & as i was working on this my cat came to cuddle, which i gave as an answer earlier before he jumped up here :)

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owlllllll

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

the power to heal those who are hurting (including myself)

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

home home home home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

not anymore, i did in high school/early college years. not I've stopped caring

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy? kinda in the middle really.

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

my state, sure. my city in particular is definitely pretty boring

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

I've never seen one :(

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bts-imagines-scenarios-fanfics · 5 years

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I feel like everyone wants to put bts in like little boxes for their personalities which is ridiculous because they are multifaceted individuals with unique personalities that don't necessarily fit into any specific stereotypical roles.

Jin isn't necessarily super confident and self assured; he makes self deprecating jokes about himself a lot and has even said he faked the confidence to improve his self esteem and thats something he struggled with. Like everyone thinks the rap line is all closed off but like I feel like we know the least about Jin because he has specific boundaries he sets and he's firm with them and honestly I have so much respect for that.

Yoongi is usually either seen as a bad boy type or a soft boi. Which is crazy cause why can't he be both and yeah he has a hard time expressing himself verbally but his music and actions speak volumes. He's always looking out for other people and always trying to express gratitude to Army for everything we've done. He is very emotionally connected to fans and always tries to make personal connections. He doesn't need to be either soft or cold he just needs to be him and that's more than enough.

Hoseok, I feel like he just gives so much of himself all the time you everyone and I hope that behind the scenes he's being cared for. He always puts on a smile and pushes everyone to work hard and do their best even when he himself is struggling and that is so powerful. He's not always happy, no one is, and yet he will put in a mask so that people don't worry but Im sure around the rest of bangtan is when he lets his guard down and let's others into his heart. He gets teased for getting scared easily and for being strict with teaching dance but he's someone filled with so much emotion and I hope he's receiving as much as he gives because he never stops giving.

Namjoon is always seem as a leader. He's not the oldest he's not the best in all areas and he has flaws. He has had to overcome the doubt of others and his own self doubt to make bangtan what it is today and that's is amazing. He's so mature and determined despite his age, I mean he's not much older thane and when he started he was younger than I am now and I could never imagine doing what he does. He's helped guide this group to what it is now even when there have been mistakes and trouble he has always been strongm he's learned from mistakes and educated himself when he does mess up and always shows that he's changed and that he's grown from what he once was; growth is more admirable than apologizing, anyone can say sorry few can reflect on their own actions and make a change.

Jimin, when I first got into bangtan even I was like ' awwww sqishy cute tiny boiiiii'. And yes he is an adorable sweet person that often makes everyone fall in love. But he's also sassy, and witty and I feel like a lot of people miss that about him. Like he's not just eye candy he's a whole masterpiece of charm and wit. He's not just a pretty boy he's kind and caring and doesn't mind speaking up for others or himself. He's got fantastic vocals and beautiful dancing tat takes years of strict training to achieve and I feel like just labeling him as the cute soft one really diminishes him as a person.

Taehyung is known to be happy and a lot of people consider him to be a bit 4D in the sense that he seems to be on a different wavelength than others. Yet he has no problem showing his weakness to others, he has faced a lot of hard times while in bangtan and had to choose whether to openly express them or keep this to jimselfm he chooses to continuously share with us his struggles and asks for the support of fans and it is breathtaking each time reaching out and laying bare your struggles to strangers in hopes of comfort is such a daunting task. It's not that he is weird or 4D but rather he is very mindful of his words and actions, sometimes taking longer to process certain things and over thinking things that others may find simple; but it's not weird, it's a display of who he is as a person. He is so careful with his actions because he doesn't want to hurt others. He might be highly and dun and some may come to the conclusion that he's not on the smarter side and yet his mind is brilliant. He has a deep understanding and appreciation of art and works on his own skills as an artist to show us his progress and work as he grows more.

Jungkook is the youngest member. He's called perfect and golden and that is so much weight for a single person to hold. He was raised by the other members and grew up in an environment surrounded by six unique individuals all with different strong personalities. In him you can see a little bit of everyone else and then within that you see him as well. He's not just a muscle pig or a try hard; he's always supporting those who have taken care of him. He does his best to display the best parts of his hyungs, encouraging them and reassuring then when they need it most. Having always been called the golden maknae I'm sure brings a lot of pressure to be the best and I hope that the pressure doesn't hinder him in his growth. No one can be perfect. People make mistakes and have different skills. People tease him for his English scores in school but ignore that he scored so we'll in other areas, all the while he regularly trained for bts day in and day out. Slot of people attribute who he is to the other members and that's true to an extent; he is still an individual with his own skills and capabilities he has limits like everyone and he has bad days like anyone else. Since I've been a fan I've often admired him for constantly striving to be better for everyone but I hope that he knows that even with flaws he is worthy of love, even if he is not perfect he can still be the golden maknae.

I know this is a lot, I've just got a lot of feelings for these guys. When times are hard I've gone to them for support, through them I've bettered myself and made friends I never would have otherwise. I feel honored to be apart of such an amazing fan base where love is so openly shared, often between complete strangers. Bts is more than just a group, more than just the little boxes some people try to put them into and I will always be proud of being their fan. It's not just music and they aren't just a boy band, through them, millions of people all over the world have formed a family filled with love and acceptance that some have never experienced before.

~🐼

#BTS #bangtan

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unluckycl0v3r · 5 years

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Party Favor - Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N I’ll do you one better! I’ll write you a completely messy one-shot. I haven’t done one in a good 3 years so have fun reading this. You know that meme where the guy brings a plate a food for judges and goes “started making it, had a mental breakdown, Bon appetite” that’s basically the product of this. This is a messy fic made by a messy girl. I hope I projected all my unstableness into this story. Also, I know I’m completely inconsistent with my updating hours but LISTEN- IM TRYING. please request stories ily

Requested by: @arrantsnowdrop

Word count: 4309

Warning: probably bad writing, bad language, risqué?

Summary: It’s the end of the your 7th year at Hogwarts and Gryffindor is throwing a massive party to celebrate their accomplishments and their last days in Hogwarts. Your date cheated on you so you have trouble having fun until a certain hottie takes your mind off of it (((;;;;

You walk down the corridor on your way to the Gryffindor common room since there was a huge victory in quidditch for them and end of the year party being thrown. Usually no one from other houses are allowed to enter other’s common rooms, but everyone from 7th year is celebrating because it’s their last year in Hogwarts. It’s the one day of the year that everyone puts their differences aside to celebrate their last days at the school before everyone goes off to their respective jobs.

When you get to the fat lady portrait you share the password that opens the entrance to the room. Inside the common room is decorated warmly with colors of the Gryffindor house (because even though they invited everyone they’re still selfish and care only for their victory), but somehow it still felt welcoming. Loud music resonated through the open space although you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It sounded like it came from everywhere and you wondered if the room was charmed because you felt elated and like you could dance forever. The room was already crowded even though you only saw a few people from the other houses and the rest were all the Gryffindor’s from 7th year, and probably some younger people that were invited by friends.

“Hey, (y/n)!” You hear your friend yell from just ahead of you. She has two goblets in her hand and she passes one to you. You hold it up to your face and take a sniff. It smells sweet, but you could tell it wasn’t butterbeer.

“What’s in here?” You ask her but she just smiles at you and tells you to drink up. Despite your inclination to be good, you shrug and take a sip. You wince through the strong bitterness and take a bigger gulp after.

“Where’s your date?” She asks then with a playful smirk playing at her lips. You purse your lips and look down at the floor, unsure of how to answer that question. You felt ashamed without a date by your side considering your friend was the type to get any guy she wanted on her arms for any party or dance. It made your stomach churn, you envied the popularity your friend held.

“Did something happen?” She follows up, noticing your sudden withdraw from her question. You sigh and take another big gulp of your drink and give a curt shrug.

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? If he wants to…” You clear your throat, “ be with other people, who cares? So, can I.” You watch your friend’s expression change from bitterness to a wide smile as she playfully punches your arm.

“That’s right, girlfriend. You’ll find another dick to tug with those charming looks of yours!” She laughs and you wince at her crude joke, but feel a weight lifted off your chest. “You can tag along with me and Lawrence, we’re always interested in company.” She winks and sips her drink in after her attempt to make a lewd joke. Your cheeks dusted with pink as you punched her arms and laughed nervously.

You follow your friend through the party and dance carelessly through out the room. Your friend opens up a whole door of social interactions and you laugh around groups of people, dancing, drinking, talking, wash and repeat. Without your ex, you felt as if this party would be a drag, but you found that you were quite enjoying yourself. It was a good celebration for the end of the year. After what felt like a few hours passed you realized you haven’t seen your friend in a while and you look around. To your surprise, your friend and Lawrence are talking to your ex who had his arm tightly wound around another beautiful broad just a few feet in front of you.

It was as if someone punched you in the gut and all the air was squeezed out of you. You promised yourself that you didn’t care what he did anymore, but seeing him there with someone else so soon felt like the room was melting away and the darkness of despair were revealing it’s walls. You felt a twinge of betrayal in your stomach watching your friend enjoy his presence, and you would never know if it was fabricated enjoyment or if she genuinely still tolerated being around him.

With sudden lack of enthusiasm for dancing, you pushed yourself past people to get away from the sight that sucked all your joy away. There weren’t many places in the room that had space, but you found an empty seat by the punch bowl and drowned out the noise in the room. You filled yourself another cup of whatever was being served and downed it to forget your loneliness.

“Hey, you alright?” A voice startles you and you turn to find Theseus Scamander standing in front of you with a cup in his hand. You laugh at yourself for being startled so easily and nod. You and Theseus have been good acquaintances in most of your classes over the years. He’s a Hufflepuff prefect that has helped you get through your classes, and although your friendliness never exceeded the classroom, you still thought quite highly for the boy. “You seem a little lonely.”

You look at the contents of your cup and nod sheepishly with a small smile. “Yeah, whatever,” you shrug, “my friends just ditched me to hang with my ex boyfriend.” He hisses through his teeth in sympathy and shakes his head.

“Ex?” He questions with the interested raise of his brow that he usually gives to show he’s listening.

“Cheated on me.” You said simply, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry,” He says to you and leans against the chair you’re sat at and looks off into the crowd as if looking for them despite not knowing who they are. “Your friends don’t sound very good.”

“It’s alright, they’re not all bad.” You look up at him and he returns your stare with a cute smirk. A warm feeling grew in your abdomen and you quickly looked away. You hadn’t noticed over the years how much height he gained or how his shoulders broadened or the way his jawline was sculpted so sharp you could cut your finger on it… You hadn’t noticed how cute he grew up to be, but then again, you didn’t really notice Hufflepuffs. For some reason you liked the obnoxious bad boys. The more street cred they had, the more inclined you were to notice them. How could you not notice him when you had him in almost all your classes over the years?

“Do you want to dance?” He asked suddenly, and you looked up at him to see his face was scrunched up as if he had been working up the courage to ask. You smile but shrug unenthusiastically.

“I don’t know… I’m kind of sick of dancing.” You reply, but Theseus stands up straight and holds out his hand for you to take.

“Come on, some of your friends want to see you have fun.” You can’t help but smile as you take his hand and he pulls you up, taking your other hand as well. You try to suppress laughter as he pulls you through the crowd of people until he found the perfect spot for the two of you and pulled you close enough to rest his hands respectively on your hips. You placed your hands on his shoulder and you two sway together.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” He said softly, his voice making goosebumps rise over your neck and arms from the unexpected affection that lingered there.

“Yeah, I know. Sucks we don’t really share any classes anymore.” You reply.

“We share potions, you just don’t talk to me.” He says, pulling away a bit to look at you. Your face contorts into a scowl as you analyze his accusations against you. You felt a bit attacked for not noticing him in your class and socializing with the other students in there. As if you couldn’t have other friends.

“Are you really doing this right now? Trying to make me feel guilty or something?” You yell, detaching yourself from him.

“No, I’m-” He starts to say but you cut him off

“Have you considered that maybe some people just drift apart? Maybe I didn’t want to talk to you anymore.” He looks at you surprised and his eyes cast down in hurt as his arms slowly fall back down to his side. Your teeth pulls at the skin of your bottom lip and you feel guilty, but you play it off with a scoff and turn away.

“Hey, please don’t go.” He lurches forward, but doesn’t take any action to keep you there. You pause in your steps only because you’re lonely and you don’t want to feel bad for the rest of the party.

“Why should I stay? Give me one reason to stay.” You turn back to look at him and narrow your eyes accusingly at him. Theseus’s mouth gapes a few times as if he’s a fish out of water while trying to gather his thoughts. You feel your heart hurt, desperate for some kind of validation, but he seems to reluctant to give you any so you decide it’s not worth it to stay. As you turn around you hear Theseus’s voice in a panic.

“Because I’ve been waiting for this.” You turn back around a second time with a puzzled look etched on your face.

“What?”

“Waiting for...you… for the opportunity to ask you to this party.” Theseus’s cheeks turn a soft red and he can’t seem to meet your eyes. Your studied him now, shy and casted away from you. Your heart beat faster and the warmth in your stomach grew, feeling both embarrassment and endearment for him. Warmth spreads to your face as you consider his confession, and you’re flattered someone like him would even wants to come to a party with you.

“Why didn’t you?” You stepped closer to him, close enough that if you wanted to touch him, you could, but you still refused to do so.

“Because… you were going with someone else… and I’m not really your type.” You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“How are you not really my type?” I step even closer now, and Theseus looks as if he wants to turn away, suddenly wishing you had just walked away so he wouldn’t feel so confronted. But a smile emerged from his shyness, almost as if he knew the outcome of this conversation. You don’t believe he actually thinks he’s not your type considering he’s very clearly handsome and relatively liked.

“What I meant was, you don’t usually go for…” He coughs and his cheeks become redder, you grab his wrist gently to coax him into telling you.

“Go for what?” You asked, but your voice was smaller this time, giving into him slowly. He looks you in the eyes and the boldness of the action stuns you, you wanted to look away.

“Smart guys.” You can’t help it, you burst into laughter, and you cover your mouth to hide the gigantic smile that forces itself to be shown. Theseus stammers in front of you, “Or-or, like, shy guys… not popular guys.” He looks down in embarrassment. Once you regain your composure you look at him.

“Popular guys can be smart.” You argue.

“Not the ones you date.” You laugh again and cover my mouth until you finally shut up. Then you nod in agreement. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right. You hardly noticed him until now and you realized most of the guys you’ve dated have done some of the stupidest things you could think of. They were bolder or meaner, and it was easier to notice them. But here was the handsome boy in your classes that help you with your work and made you laugh when you didn’t want to do work. The boy that was definitely one of the smartest and toughest in your class, but too gentle to provoke anyone.

“But you’re here with me.” You say and Theseus looks down again with a small smile and red cheeks. You step closer again and slide your hands up his arm and onto his shoulders. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture.

“But we’re not dating.” Your hand travels from his shoulder to his cheek, caressing him gently with your thumb, and you lift yourself to your tippy toes.

“Shut up and kiss me, stupid.” You say ever-so softly and affectionately. Theseus gives in and leans into you until his lips touches yours. At first the kiss is soft, hesitant, but as you curl your fingers into his hair, it becomes more passionate. His hands grabs your hips and slides over to the small of your back where he pulls you forward. The kiss burns you, makes you feel hot all over, and it’s a good thing he’s holding you because it feels like your legs might give out.

You gently bite his lower lip and his lips part, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. Your entire body feels so hot and the warmth in your tummy grows. You detach your lips from his and start trailing kisses down his chin and onto his neck. Some places you nibble and graze your teeth over and he visibly shudders under your embrace. You become bolder and suck on his neck, your hand travelling under his dress shirt and he suddenly catches your wrist. You’re so taken aback that you stop and look up at him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…” His voice quivers and his cheeks are flushed.

“You’re right, we should find somewhere more private.” You reason and start looking around for an exit, but he brings your attention back to him by pulling at the wrist he’s holding.

“No, I mean, we shouldn’t. Like, at all.” The comment makes your heart drop and shame builds up in your stomach where there was once fire and heat. You take your hand from his grip, and as much as you’re afraid to, you look up at him.

“What are you saying?” You ask despite already knowing the answer. Rejection. That’s what this is. Even though he initiated it. He said he wanted you, and now out of nowhere he doesn’t?

“You’re drunk, (y/n), and I’d like to… you know… wait.” He reaches for your hands again but you pull them away from him and drop them to your sides. You can’t explain how you feel, although dirty would be a good synonym for that. “For when I’m not some rebound.” Theseus then adds and you want to defend yourself but you know you can’t. Because right then the mentioning of your ex brought back all the feeling of heartbreak and grief came back crashing down, and remembering the kiss made you feel powerful… almost spiteful.

“Um, yeah.” You reply with uncertainty. You pat his shoulder now completely unsure of your feelings for the man, but you ignore that. “I’m… gonna go to bed.” You decide aloud, and Theseus tries to give you a smile but it comes off more as a grimace.

“Im sorry, (y/n). I’m really not trying to hurt you.” His sympathetic response for some reason provokes irritation and anger from you, but you try to shake it off. How could he possibly think he could hurt me. But the thought makes your heart ache.

“Um, no, you’re right.” You admit with a curt nod. You look over his shoulder trying to find your ex in the crowd. “Right now is an immensely inappropriate time to… do that.” He doesn’t respond, just nods understandingly. You announce you’re heading to bed, and you look into his eyes one last time, searching for something, but you decide you won’t be able to find it now.

It’s been a few days since the party, and you’ve thought of nothing but what you did with Theseus. Disgust, shame, and embarrassment courses through your veins unable to believe you could just take advantage of a friend like that. Especially one that admitted to having romantic interests in you. Then you remember his rejection, and a new kind of ache pierces your heart, and the embarrassment haunts your every waking move. You’ve thought about apologizing, oh man, have you thought about it, but truth be told you’re a bit of a pussy.

Now it was the morning of your departure from Hogwarts and you’re forever leaving Theseus to feel like a used ragdoll. You sit at your table with your friends, but you ignore them all as your eyes spot the boy you keep thinking about at his table. He’s laughing and enjoying his last morning, and doesn’t seem bothered at all by what happened the other day. That fact alone almost pissed you off.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Your friend snaps you out of your thoughts and you try to smile and shake your head.

“Oh, nothing. Just tired is all.” You say and your friend is skeptical but doesn’t push farther. You’re thankful for that.

When breakfast is over you’re the first one out of the Great Hall and onto the Hogwarts Express train. You find your car in the way, way back where you can properly sulk about your terrible decisions. How you’re so incapable of confronting him and just apologizing is unbelievable to you. God, how can you be this obnoxious. The fact you couldn’t stop thinking about it was driving you crazy and you wanted to tear all your hair out. The thought of what he thinks of you now is almost panic inducing.

Suddenly your car door swung open, and stood there was your best friend with her arms crossed over her chest and her boyfriend standing behind her. “Okay, what’s your problem, (y/n)?” You thought long and hard about how you would respond to this. You very much wanted to deflect, but your chest was compressed from all your guilt and panic about the boy you almost hooked up with. “You’ve been acting weird all week. Like, I know what happened with-”

“I’m a terrible person.” You cut off with a groan, immediately shielding your face.

“What?” She responds, looking at you quizzically, her eyebrows knit together accusingly.

“I’m a terrible-”

“I heard what you said. I’m confused about why you said it.” From the tone of her voice, you can only imagine the kind of look she’s giving you right now. You can feel her scrutinizing look burn holes right through you like lasers. The panic you’ve repressed for so long is now forcing its way through as you try to convince yourself to tell her.

“Oh, Merlin… I… took advantage of someone…” You say slowly and cringe at how ridiculous you sound.

“You had sex with someone.” The words make your face turn red and you kick at her.

“No.. I tried too… or I wanted too, but they didn’t want to and we still haven’t talked and they probably hate me forever!” You look out the train window to avoid looking at your friend. You hear a sigh and then feel someone sit next to you, but she doesn’t make any advances to touch you.

“That doesn’t sound that bad. Who was it?” She asks, and now her voice sounds much calmer to placate your apprehensive demeanor. You lean into the safety of her warmth, feeding into her gentleness.

“It’s embarrassing…” You say but she shakes her head and assures you it’s alright. You mumble his name into her shoulder and you could almost feel the eyeroll in her voice.

“Oh geez, you really are the most, aren’t you?” She says and you look up at her in a pout. “I’ll be right back.” She stands up and you grab her arm.

“You aren’t going to say anything to him, are you?” You ask and she pulls her arm out of your grasp.

“Calm down,” She says to you and then signals for her boyfriend to follow her and she leaves. You sit in your car and try to control your panic. Why do you have to be so melodramatic all the time?

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door, and you’re hesitant to get up to see who it is. Of course, you find it’s Theseus Scamander at the door, looking probably as nervous as you felt. You let him in and quickly sit back down by the window so you could look out of it. Theseus sat down opposite of you and cleared his throat.

“I’m not mad at you, you know.” He says and he tries to look at you, but you’re gaze is grudgingly stuck to the window. “You were drunk, and it’s no surprise that you felt hurt or upset…” You listen to him rant and it felt like you were holding your breath. You couldn’t tell what you were waiting for, but this was excruciating. “Anyways, I’m trying to say I understand where you’re coming from and that you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to hurt me.” You glance at him for the first time since you let him in, and to your surprise his eyes were firmly casted on his lap. His words lifted a heavy burden off your shoulders, but something still ached… that wasn’t right.

“Yeah, I know… I just, don’t think that’s it.” You say looking away again and playing with your hair nervously. He looks up at you curiously, always curiously.

“What do you mean you don’t think that’s it?”

“I mean, that’s not why I’m upset.” For the first time since the party you look each other in the eyes. His dark eyes held golden rays in them and they reminded you of a warm cup of coffee, filled you with energy and anxiety, but also comfort.

“Then why are you upset?” He asks, and naturally leans forward. He looks like he wants to reach out and touch you, to reassure you, but he doesn’t. He just stays bent forward in anticipation, ready to comfort you when needed, but you don’t know what to say. Suddenly nervousness shuts you down and that burning heat that filled your stomach at the party was back once again. Your face becomes hot and you cover it again before he could notice. You feel a warm hand on your arm and it causes the burning in your stomach to worsen and you just don’t know how to say it.

“Hey, it’s alright. What’s wrong?” He asks again, so soft and caring. Your whole body feels warmer and you can tell he’s gotten closer. You tense so much to hold your hiding position because if you moved you would pull him closer till his lips were back on yours. Even the thought of him kissing you again and caressing you made you breathless, and you weren’t even intoxicated. Before you could process what you were feeling the words tumbled out of your mouth in a quite, mumbled mess.

“What?” He asks confused and you feel your body grow even tenser. You can feel his curiosity become more intense. You mumble it again, quieter and faster than before. The conflicting feelings of wanting to let it out and never wanting him to know hinders you from making a decision.

“(Y/N), I can’t understand you.” In a moment of heated frustration at your breaking point you threw your hands down to your lap and yelled.

“I think I like you!” It slipped out of your mouth before you could have anticipated how close he was, bent over and barely on his seat, his hand comfortably resting on your arm. You saw his facial expression turn from concerned to completely surprised. You both just stared at each other, shocked. You thought, well I already dug my grave I guess it’s time to lay in it. You took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, I wanted to kiss you then,” you look down and fidget with your fingers. “Not just… to forget someone, but I actually… wanted to.” You look into his eyes again suddenly feeling relief settle around you. Just getting it out filled you with peace, and somehow you no longer were scared of embarrassment. Mostly because there was no malice or disgust in his eyes. He looks shocked, pleasantly surprised, even.

“I want to kiss you now.” You barely finished your sentence before Theseus reached out to cup your cheek and kissed you. Instead of the heated kiss from the party, this one was gentle and passionate. You leaned into it, lacing your fingers in his hair by the back of his head and pulled him forward. He pulled away slowly, letting the kiss linger, and looked into your eyes.

“Like that?” He asks, and you just smile cutely and nod. Theseus gets up from his seat and settles down next to you. He’s about to say something again, but you cut him off with another kiss. You sit up straighter in your seat and find yourself almost straddling him to get closer. He pulls apart again and tries not to laugh. “Hey, hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” He then pulls you down to lay on his chest for the rest of the train ride.

“Do you wanna go with me sometime?” You ask him, your head resting comfortably on his chest and your eyes closed.

“Go where?” Theseus asks, rubbing your back softly.

“Just, like, out. On dates and stuff.” You felt the vibration of his chuckle and it made you smile.

“Well, of course.”

The end.

#theseus scamander #theseus imagine #theseus x reader #fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fanfiction #imgaines #x reader #harry potter #that donnie darko reference thoooo #newt scamander #leta lestrange #tina goldstein #harry potter fandom #hermione granger #ron weasley

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writeyourownname · 5 years

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Back to Brooklyn

Pre-serum!Steve x Petite!Reader

Summary: You’re a childhood friend who has come back to Brooklyn to escape your father’s attempts at marrying you off. You find yourself happier than ever in your new home.

Word Count: 4,424

Slang: Dish - basically calling someone a snack nowadays. Jive-Bomber - a good dancer.

Note: This is the longest single-standing work that I’ve written on here. It’s not really edited so chill on me.

“Steve, take a look at that dame.” Bucky said, gesturing over to the woman looking through the hats in the shop they were in.

“Buck, lower your voice,” Steve grumbled, not even glancing toward the woman.

Bucky turned Steve’s head for him, his hands pushing Steve’s cheeks together into a ridiculous face. Steve reluctantly put his gaze on her after a grunt of disapproval for Bucky.

She was a tiny woman stretching her arm out and standing on her toes to try to reach a snowcap. Her fingers barely brushed the edge of it, and she seemed to huff, bringing her arm back down when she realized her attempts were fruitless.

Bucky let go of Steve’s face and was quick to go to her aid, dragging Steve with him. She had yet to turn her face to them, but something about her seemed strangely familiar the closer they got to her.

“Why, would you like some assistance miss?”

The girl turned to Bucky, “Yes, thank- hold on a minute, do my eyes deceive me or is that James Barnes standing before me?”

Bucky looked taken aback a moment and turned wildly to Steve for help. Steve recognized who she was immediately, despite her being grown. It was their neighbor from their childhood, Y/n L/n. She was more beautiful than Steve had remembered her, although a certain playful kindness still danced in her tone. Steve had a big crush on her when they were children, and he could feel those same butterflies flying around his stomach once again, although he wasnt sure they ever left.

She turned her warm eyes on Steve. “Well my Lord, here’s my old pal Steve Rogers, too!”

“Y/n, it’s so good to see you again.” Steve glanced at Bucky, who had realization wash over his features.

“It’s good to see you, too,” You grinned at him, and he held out his hand to shake yours, but you used it to pull him into a bone-crushing hug. Steve felt the wind nearly knocked out of him, but reciprocated your affections. He was surprised to find that the top of your head only reached his jaw and that your touch sent electricity through his body.

“I see you still aren’t very lady-like.” Bucky grinned from behind you and sent Steve a wink.

“Well, I never!” You gasped, pulling away from Steve and turning to Bucky. Your mouth quickly turned up in a grin to match Bucky’s though, and you pulled him into a hug.

“How have you both been?” You asked while you pulled away, glancing between the two men.

“Not too bad doll, though tough guy over here just can’t keep himself out of fights.” Bucky ruffled Steve’s hair.

“Buck!” Steve shuffled out of his grasp and attempted to tame his hair.

You giggled at the interaction, your eyes lingering on Steve. He didn't notice your eyes in his haste to fix his hair.

“That’s no surprise.” You smiled warmly at him.

While Steve finally looked up and made eye contact with you, Bucky took the chance to get the hat down for you. You thanked him quietly, still locked in Steve’s gaze.

Steve was the one to break eye contact, shuffling his feet as he did so. You took the hat from Bucky and placed it on your head. “What do you think?”

Steve looked up, a small smile forming. “Very lovely,”

She gave a nod and walked to the register. Steve and Bucky watched the interaction you had with the cashier.

“Steve, her coming back perfect timing. Now we can go on a nice double date with a dish you’re a little familiar with.” Bucky leaned down to speak near his ear.

“Don’t call her a ‘dish’, Buck.” Steve said a little disgruntled.

“What do you mean? Look at her. She grew into a mighty fine looking woman, don’t you think?” He grinned earnestly and gave you a little peak out of the corner of his eye for emphasis.

“Yeah, but she would likely call you silly for even suggesting her to be my date. And she probably has a good man back home, anyhow.”

“I don’t know, Steve. I think she was looking at you pretty nicely just a minute ago.”

“Ah, you know that’s not true.”

“What’s not true?” You said, approaching them with a smile.

Steve shot Bucky a nervous glance.

“I was just telling Steve that a mighty fine woman such as yourself has got to have a fiancé or something as much by now.”

You rolled your eyes and started walking towards the door. “’Fraid to say I’m a very single lady.”

Steve raised his brows in surprise as the two of them followed you to the door.

“So, what are you doing back in Brooklyn? Couldn’t get enough of good ol’ Jive-Bomber Buck, huh?” Bucky winked at you and opened the door for you and Steve.

“Jive-Bomber Buck, huh? How could you be such a good dancer when you can’t get any lady to dance with you?” Your laugh seemed a little forced to your ears, but you knew the boys wouldn't notice it.

“Hey now, you’re forgetting my question,”

“Oh alright, but you need to wait until we’re all alone for me to answer. I don’t want any strangers overhearing.” Your smile was gone as you looked back at him.

He and Steve shared skeptically curious glances.

“Alright doll, when we’re alone.” Steve gave you a nod of reassurance.

You shot him a small, thankful smile.

“Well then, let me lead you to our place.” Bucky took your arm and lead the way.

Once settled down at the kitchen table, the boys’ expectant stares became nearly unbearable.

“Well, here goes...

My daddy found me a man, you see. He’s got money and his family is well known around where we’re livin’. Sounds like a good deal, right? Especially for a man like my father,”

The boys shared a glance before nodding.

“Problem is, this is the meanest man I have ever met when you get him alone. He plays respectful in front of Daddy, and then turns around and treats me rough and tells me women are worthless, especially me.”

Steve sat straight in his chair. “What do you mean, ‘treats you rough?’”

You rubbed your wrist absently. “Grips me hard and pushes me around. I’m afraid that he’ll start hitting me if I go through with the marriage. I told my daddy I don’t want him, but he won’t listen, and my ma is even worse. She keeps telling me if I don’t go through with it, they’ll throw me out on the street where I belong..” You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact.

“That’s why I came back here; I was hopin’ to run into someone who could help me.” You wrung your hands underneath the table; praying they were the same men you had remembered.

Steve balled his fists under the table. “Of course we’ll help you as much as we can, y/n. But you mind my asking what this scamp’s name is?”

You looked up at Steve from across the table, widening your eyes to try to discretely dry your oncoming tears.

“Samuel Joneson,” you replied softly.

Steve slapped a hand against the table. The action made you jump.

“We’ll find that son of a bitch and give ‘im whats coming,” Steve’s voice was all but a low growl, his eyes narrowed and glinting.

You were thankful he wanted to help, but truth be told, Steve was still just barely bigger than that small boy you used to know. His face had gotten more handsome, you noticed, even with the anger written across his face.

Bucky reached a hand across the table and you placed your own in it. “You have nothing to worry about now. Steve and I are gonna take good care of you,” He gave you a warm, charming smile.

During the next week you were in and out of the small apartment. You were looking for a job to help support yourself so you wouldn’t add any more strain on the boys.

You could hear them talking late at night, arguing over what to do about Samuel, over what to do with you. You knew they meant no harm to you, but they were struggling financially - much like everyone else in the age.

Your first day at work the following week, the boys met each other during their hour lunch break.

“I’m glad she got this job, I couldn’t stand watching you looking at her with hearts in your eyes much longer. It’s nice having a break.” Bucky elbowed Steve and grinned.

Steve colored and a deep frown set in his features. “I do not,”

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “You’re real sweet on her alright. ‘You did the dishes? Oh y/n, you didn’t have to. Let me next time’ and, ‘I drew a bath for you because I know you’re exhausted’ and let’s not forget when she dropped her gloves in the mud, you said, ‘Let me buy you new ones, some even better than this’ when you know damn well you don’t have the money for that.”

Steve’s ears were red and blotchy pink covered his neck and cheeks. “So what if I’m sweet on her?” He grumbled. “S’not like she’ll ever be interested in someone like me,”

“Notice the way she smiles at you tonight and tell me that tomorrow.” Bucky pushed himself out of his chair and clapped his hands together.

“Time to get back to work,”

You made it back to the apartment right before dinner. You knew the boys would be home shortly after you, so you started cooking right away. On your way home you had picked up some cabbage so that you could use it and the vegetables you had to make stew.

You gathered dirty laundry and washed what you could in the bucket outside while the stew cooked. Your hands felt rough from the contrast of the hot water and cold air. You didn’t take notice, though, you were thinking about Steve. You knew he was a fine young man with strong morals - he always had been - but there was something different in the way you were seeing him this time.

You found yourself staring at him, at his mouth, when he spoke. For some reason you wanted to cover all his bare skin with your mouth. You thought about stopping him sometimes, just so you could pull him close, press your lips to his. Late at night you thought about it, what it would feel like to have him wanting you just the same as you wanted him. You thought about how he would bring your mouth up to meet his, the way his fingers would feel in your hair. Sometimes your thoughts would go farther. Just imagining the feeling of his hand on your thigh, slowly sliding up, up, had your heart pounding and your blood rushing.

You imagined him coming up behind you while you washed his clothes, brushing your hair back and kissing along your neck. You hummed to yourself.

“Y/n?”

You squeaked and jumped up from where you had been sat. Steve stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face. “Did I spook ya?”

Your face heated and you gave him a flustered smile. “Steve, hi, welcome home,”

He watched your reaction, eyes closely watching your expression, a part of him making his heart twinge at the thought Bucky might be right, that you did want him.

“Dinner smells good,” Was all he managed to say, eyes flicking away from yours for just a moment.

“Thank you, I thought stew might sound good, seeing as it’s getting chillier by the day.” You smiled warmly at him, knowing that he must get cold much too often.

“About that,” he started. “We need to get you more blankets. I don’t know if you remember, but Brooklyn winters are harsh. Not to mention we don’t have any heat.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Don’t you worry about me, as long as you boys let me stay here my main goal is to take care of you and take some stress off your shoulders.” You turned back to your work, but still tried to maintain as much eye-contact as you could.

“I don’t need takin’ care of,” Steve replied indignantly.

“You know I didn’t mean you specifically, honey.” You folded the clean clothes over a clothes line, hoping that the bitter wind that was picking up would dry them quickly.

Steve sighed softly.

The sound of the front door opening and closing made you pause in your work.

“Hiya, Buck,” You called out behind Steve.

Bucky appeared in the dorrway with an award-winning smile not a minute after. “Smells awfully good in here, Y/n. What’re you making?”

“Some stew. Like I told Steve, it’s getting pretty darn cold outside so its as good a time as any to make some,”

“I don’t know how we got by living without you,” Steve blurted.

“With scraps, I assume.” You winked at Steve and laughed.

A low rumble escaped Bucky’s mouth before turning into a full belly laugh. You looked to Steve, confused. You knew it wasn’t that funny.

Steve was embarrassed. Of course he knew what Bucky was thinking, and of course he made a fool of himself, but he just shrugged to your confused expression.

When Bucky had finished you shooed them inside, telling them it was too cold to leave the door open. They retreated in, Steve making his way around the kitchen to set the table.

“She winked at you.”

“It was a joke.”

“She barely looked at me when I came in. Too busy looking at you,”

“You were acting weird, she was asking me what was going on,”

“You need me to explain what I was laughing at?”

“No.” The spoon and fork he held clattered on the table as he finally looked up at Bucky. The bastard was grinning from ear to ear.

“Just keep watching.” Steve huffed and straightened the silverware just as you came back inside.

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” You said, brushing against his arm as you made your way to grab some bowls. You stopped the sweet shiver that came from making physical contact with him. “But thank you,”

You smiled to him, oblivious to the silent conversation Bucky and Steve were having. Bucky was jabbing his thumb in your direction and Steve was vehemently shaking his head. When you turned back around to help set the table, the conversation came to an abrupt halt.

“Go ahead and sit down.” You passed each of them a bowl and set one down for yourself. You scooped out helpings for each of you and sat down next to Steve, across from Bucky.

“Will your father or ‘betrothed’” Bucky used air quotations “come looking for you?”

Steve nearly choked.

“I don’t think so - or at least I hope not. I made it clear to them that I was leaving and not coming back. If one does, it will be because they’re embarrassed of me. Hopefully they are so embarrassed though that they can’t even bare to be seen with me again.” You waved your spoon in the air for emphasis.

“Why do you ask?”

“I just want to be prepared if someone does. I mean, what if I ran into your father? What would you want me to say?” You raised your brow at him.

“Nothing, or that I’ve died of something.”

Steve really did choke this time. You reached behind him and patted his back in the hopes of helping. His eyes went watery before he was able to finally catch his breath again.

“Don’t jinx yourself into dying, Y/n! We just got you back and we don’t want you going anywhere.”

Your eyes widened a fraction and your eyebrows raised. “Okay,” You said slowly.

That night the temperature dropped another twenty degrees. It was below freezing and the wind whistled through the cracks in the apartment. Even with the blankets you had, you were freezing, and the loveseat wasn’t getting any more comfortable the colder you got.

After almost an hour of contemplation, you dragged yourself off of the couch. With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you made your way to Steve’s room. You knocked softly on the door.

You didn’t wait for an answer. You slowly slipped in and shut the door quietly behind you.

Steve heard the door open and close as someone came in, but pretended to be asleep. He heard muffled footsteps and a dragging before another thick blanket was thrown over him. He nearly lifted his head up to look, but his own blankets were lifted as someone slipped in next to him. They curled up against the front of his body, facing away from him and tucking their head under his chin.

Steve cracked his eyes open to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, that you had actually decided to curl up next to him in bed. His heart pounded at the affirmation that it was, indeed, the girl he was just whistfully thinking about sleeping next to only a few minutes prior.

He took this opportunity to snake his arm around your waist and hold you against him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into your hair.

“Yeah,” You whispered back. You pulled his hand further up and laced your fingers together.

Steve stared out into the dark room. Every place where your bodies touched set his skin on fire.

“Steve?” You rolled a bit to face him, untwining your hands. He got up on his elbow.

“Hm?” He brushed your hair away from your face.

You stared into his eyes, your mind turned off as you reached up to cup his face. You brushed your thumb along his cheekbones and he shivered.

“I trust you,” You whispered. “I’ve never trusted a man this much before.”

Steve paused. He laid down on his back but turned his head to face yours. “It’s because I’m not big, like the other men, isn’t it?” He sounded completely deflated.

It was your turn to put your weight on your elbow, your other you laid against his chest. “It’s because you’ve never shown me any less respect than the other people you know.” You ran your fingers gently up and down his chest, tracing absently.

“Well yeah, I know you can take care of yourself.” He said.

You smiled gently at him, tears brimming in your eyes as you thought of your mother and father and your betrothed. “And you seem to want to spend time with me. No one else did back home.”

Steve stayed quiet, gently pulling your hand into his instead. “You treat me so kindly and I just know you would never hurt me,”

Steve caught the tears that had started to fall.

“So thank you,”

“Don’t thank me for treating you the way that you should be treated.” He pulled you down against him and let you cry into his neck. You fell asleep like that, with his arms tightly folded around you and the tears drying against your cheeks.

The next morning you woke up alone and put it upon yourself to make the bed. Afterwards you took a quick shower which left you with just enough time to get to work.

Steve and Bucky parted ways at Steve’s work, which was two blocks closer to the apartment. Right before stopping off Bucky turned to Steve with that same shit eating grin he always wore when he wanted to piss Steve off.

“Sleep well last night?”

“Drop it,”

“I told you so,”

“She was just cold.”

“Uh huh, she was just cold.” A man walking while reading the newspaper bumped into Bucky, making him stumble forward.

“Watch it!” Bucky shouted after him. The man only glanced back and continued walking.

Steve ran up to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and his fist connected to the stranger’s face. The man stumbled back before throwing his own punch.

“God damnit,” Bucky grunted, going to drag Steve back away from the stranger. He was so uneccessary sometimes.

“Stupid northerners,” The man spat in a heavy southern accent.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Steve huffed and tried to jump at him again, but Bucky had a firm grip on his upper arms.

The man was fairly big, and very plain looking. His clothes also didn’t match the weather, since he was only in a suit jacket instead of a coat.

“Who are you to call me stupid?” Steve growled.

“Samuel Joneson, millionaire, and, looking at your work uniform, I dare say I have every right.” He sneered.

Bucky let go of Steve in shock.

“Samuel Joneson? That’s your name?” Bucky’s wide eyes were mistaken as stupidity by the stranger.

“Yes, are you too dumb to understand what a name is?” Steve and Bucky pushed the man into a neighboring alley.

“What in-”

Bucky and Steve nodded to each other. “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a little lady now, would you?”

“Y/n, you know where she is?”

Steve and Bucky shared a look.

Samuel looked between them. “I knew it, that little whore-”

Steve rammed his knee into the guy’s mouth before he could even finish.

“Steve, I know we need to get to work, but I think we have a little business to take care of first.”

Your work day was fairly busy, and you were thankful because staying on your feet was the only thing keeping you warm. You were glad when it was time for you to go home. You knew that cooking dinner would keep you cozy and you would be able to wear a blanket over your shoulders.

About halfway through, the front door burst open. In came Steve and Bucky, wearing happy little smiles and laughing with each other. You noticed immediately that there were bandages around Steve’s knuckles, and that Bucky seemed to limp a bit when he walked.

“Y/n! Y/n!” They called.

You squinted at them, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “What did you guys get into this time?”

“We took care of some business,” Steve said, beaming.

Bucky came around and kissed the top of your head. “So you have nothing to worry about.”

You playfully shoved Bucky away and rolled your eyes at their vague-ness. “Well I’m glad you both are safe.”

The men sat at the kitchen table while you continued making dinner. Bucky produced cards so they made idle chat and played until it was time to eat.

During dinner they both refused to tell you what had happened and who they had gotten into a fight with, so you eventually gave up. You did wearily watch the bandages flex on Steve’s knuckles while he ate, however.

Steve fell into silence after he ate dinner. He wondered whether you would share his bed again with him again. He told himself it was just to stay warm, but he knew where his thoughts were.

He excused himself early, electing to take a shower before bed. He was still thinking about you, about slowly running his hand up your thigh, pressing his fingers between them, pressing wet kisses against your neck. He imagined how much you wanted it, how you would cry out his name at the gentlest touches. He hadn’t even gotten to imagining taking his pants off before he was finished. Embarrassment flooded his body and he quickly finished his shower.

Why would she ever want me like that? I’m stupid for even letting myself imagine it.

Steve dressed and went to bed as usual. He fell asleep, but went into a coughing fit that woke him up soon after. He huffed to himself. He figured his sickness was just another reason to love him. He laid and let his insecurities eat him up until a knock was at his door.

You walked in, once again wrapped in a blanket to fight off the cold. Steve rolled on his side to face you as you slid yourself in next to him.

“Bucky told me what happened. Thank you.”

“I wasn’t going to let him anywhere near you when I could stop it right there.” He frowned.

“That’s what I love about you, you fight for what’s right.” You laid on your back and looked up at him.

“I really can’t thank you enough,” You wanted to kiss him as a thank you, but you knew he was too polite to ask.

He cupped your face and smiled. “You really don’t have to. I want to protect you, no matter what.”

“I’m sorry, that was a little too much, wasn’t it?” Steve chuckled anxiously and began pulling away. His heart started hammering in his chest.

“No,” You grabbed his hand and brought it back to your face. You noticed that his knuckles no longer had gauze wrapped around them.

You inspected the scabs over the bruising and felt a heaviness in your chest. He tried to pull his hand away again, but you pulled his knuckles to your lips, pressing feather-light kisses against them.

Steves heart skipped a beat. He brushed his fingers along your cheek to turn and cup your face again.

“Was that okay?” You asked softly.

Steve leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours. He waited in anticipation to see if you would resciprocate. He didn’t have to wait long. You pulled him all the way in so his lips met yours. His lips were soft and his kisses hesitant.

He pulled away after a few seconds, shaking. “I want this more than you will ever know.”

“So please, tell me if this is out of pity or not,” His eyes were squeezed shut, his breaths uneven.

You pushed yourself up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You moved down, continuing to kiss along his jaw and getting wet, and open mouthed as you made your way slowly down his neck. You could feel his pulse flying against your lips.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than you,” You whispered against his neck. He shook his head. You pressed another kiss against his jaw.

“Please, look at me,”

Steve slowly met your gaze. “There is no other man I would rather have,”

“I’m dreaming,” He murmured, eyes still searching yours.

“’Fraid not,” Your smile was interrupted when his lips found yours again.

#pre-serum steve #x reader #marvel #captain america #40s steve #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Steve rogers imagine #sfw #steve rogers x reader

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like-rain-or-confetti · 5 years

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Two Christmas’ (Alec Volturi x Reader)

You were nervous. You were still working on your relationship with Jane but was disadvantaged since you were romantically involved with Alec. She thought you were taking her brother from her and it especially didn’t go well since you were human. Even Alec himself, had trouble with that sometimes. As of recently things were going well and you didn’t want to ruin that.

You and Alec made plans for spending some time out of the castle on Christmas day which was tomorrow. Alec wanted Jane to come along since they didn’t like being apart unless they had to. Jane decided to go but they were interrupted by Aro, who offered his opinion. “I don’t believe you should, Jane. Such a day should be spent exclusively with your significant other. I don’t think (Y/N) would appreciate you coming along.” The twins were very disheartened by this so much so that they said nothing else about it. Alec only just telling you. While he was away to meet some nomads on the outskirts of Italy, you saw the opportunity to approach Jane and give her what you had been hiding all along.

You dug into your beside drawer taking out a box about the six of your palm. You’d never be ready so you immediately left, trying not to think too hard on what you were about to do.

You knocked on the door, hiding the box behind your back and Jane opened it a second later with a skeptical look. “Hi Jane, I was hoping I could talk to you?” “...Very well. Close the door behind you.” Jane turned away and you hurried in, doing as she asked. “Take a seat.” She gestured to the bed. You complied and she followed suit. “You’ve been awfully quiet. You’ve been locked away in here for about two days now...are you okay?” “I can assure you, im fine.” She said with a stoic expression. It sounded systematic in how she said it. “Uhm, well, Alec told me-” “What do you have behind your back?” Jane tried to peer behind you but you continued to block her view. “I’ll show you in a second. I just want to talk to you about something first.” You said quickly and she remained quiet. “Alec mentioned that you two were talking about tomorrow.” she hummed in agreement, nodding once. “He also told me what Aro said.” You didn’t get a response so you continued. “I didn’t think it fair for Aro speak for me. Truth be told, Alec didn’t tell me anything about this until just before he left. So i didn’t know that you coming was even on table but i wanted to tell you in person that I’d be thrilled if you came with us.” Jane seemed taken aback for a second. “But Aro-” “-was wrong, or at least, he wasn’t accurate. Christmas is about spending the time with the people you love and i want to spend it with my family.” “I dont understand.” Jane muttered. “I know you have your judgements about me and i know you think i’m going to snatch your brother and run away but I promise i have no intention. I find it admirable how close you two are, I wouldn’t dream of separating you. It wouldn’t be right if you weren’t there, not just because i know it would dampen Alec’s mood but also because...you’re my sister.” What really drove it home was you calling Jane your sister. She wouldn’t have believed you otherwise but if you were exceptionally cruel, you wouldn’t have went to such lengths. It made her second guess whether she was really losing her brother or if she was actually gaining someone else.

“So, um, I got you something, consider it a Christmas present that’s also a peace offering?” You gave her a small smile holding out the black box. “I mean, im not really supposed to give you it until tomorrow and I didn’t get the chance to wrap it or anything but-” You were cut off when Jane gently took the box, looking shocked. “How...when?” “I have my ways.” You joked lightly. She opened it and stared at it.

Inside was a silver charm bracelet, already including three charms. “I didn’t know what kind of charms you’d like or if you even liked charms so forgive me if you don’t like them.” You scratched behind your neck. One was red with black roses, another glittering gold and the last white and opaque. “It’s beautiful.” Jane trailed her fingers along it. “Tell me about these...charms.” Jane said quietly. “Oh well, you can pick your own and have as many as you like. Is your first time seeing them?” Jane nodded. “They look like small pendants.” You smiled. “Do you like it?” You asked and Jane nodded again. “Thank you. I’ve never received a gift for an occasion. Gifts are rare.” “Im glad, i didn’t show Alec to see if you’d like it. I haven’t got him anything or anyone else for that matter." Jane heard something as her head perked up. "Alec's returning. He's coming this way." "Hide that!" You said quickly with excitable glee as Jane quickly put it in her desk drawer and made her way back.

A minute later, Alec walked through the door. "Im surprised to see you two together." "Yes well-" You spoke up but Jane interrupted you. "We missed you, brother. (Y/N), decided to visit and check on me. It's a sweet gesture, don't you think?" Alec nodded with a soft smile. "I appreciate you looking after my sister whilst I'm gone, cara mia." Alec looked at you before bending down to kiss your forehead. You smiled back at him as he moved to quickly kiss his sister's cheek and sat beside her. Before long he was lying on his back. "Alec, please do not make a mess of my bed." Jane scowled. Alec huffed and Jane lightly shoved his arm. "Jane, you know how to make a bed." "That doesn't mean I enjoy doing it." "We have to do it all the time." Alec muttered and Jane, alarmed, looked to you. "Your brother likes to wrestle. Imagine that, eh? A young guy -however old he is- being fueled with testostero-" Alec rolled over, covering your mouth. "let's go. You've said enough." You groaned. "Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going." Alec hauled you up as you walked back to your shared room.

He let you go in first, closing the door and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You turned to face him in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck as he smiled at you. “What are you two up to?” Alec’s voice was quiet. “Worried?” You teased. “No, I’m happy to see you both get along but Jane has taken to you rather quickly.” “It’s a start...I gave her a christmas present.” “You did? What did you give her?” Alec seemed surprised. “A charm bracelet, im sure you’ll see it.” “That’s very kind of you cara mia.” “Oh we aren’t done there, my love.” You grinned at him. “Do you remember telling me about your talk with Jane about tomorrow before Aro got involved?” “Of course.” “Well, I told Jane i wouldn’t have it any other way. I insisted that she come with us tomorrow.” “You did?” Alec’s smile vanished, as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You nodded. “Of course I did. She’s your sister. I’m sure she’ll tell you exactly what i sa-” You were interrupted when Alec gave you a kiss before pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.” You heard him say into your shoulder.

Christmas day couldn’t have come fast enough. “Now that is a big Christmas tree.” You said gazing up at the huge decorated tree in the town square but also being met with falling snowflakes to the face. You turned to see both Jane and Alec, also looking up at the tree with violet eyes. “It’s impressive, indeed.” Jane said. All the surrounding stores were shut but the lights on their display windows still on. One particular display window caught your eye. You gasped. “Oh Jane! Come and see this!” You took Jane’s hand and pulled her along, lightly running toward the window. Alec couldn’t help but smile at the sight of seeing the love of his life and his sister, hands interlocked as they rushed ahead. He stayed back admiring the sight before following after you.

You both peered into the window still holding hands. "More charms!" You exclaimed. "Oh, I love that one!" "I like the silver and blue one." Jane smiled. "Where is it?" You looked puzzled unable to locate it. Jane pointed to the charm. It was silver plated and navy blue with a slight shimmer to it, no where near as glittered as Jane's gold charm. "Oh me too!" You nodded profusely. As she lifted her hand to the window, a twinkle caught your eye. There, on her wrist, was the bracelet you got her which you were certain she had been hiding under her sleeve.

Last Christmas had went from uneasy to one of the best. You remembered it well. It didn't take long for Jane to accept you after that. Whilst the twins still preferred to have their own time together. You were included more often and Jane seemed much happier to see you giving you a smile as she would the Masters or Alec.

You bound into the room, Christmas Eve arriving once again. "Why don't you give your love for Christmas!?" You sang out as you enter the room. "Why hello to you too." Demetri turns to look at you with a smile. "So fun fact, I've got you guys presents this year. However...my bestie gets hers before any of you. She's my favourite." You grin handing Jane a small bag. Jane smirks as she opens the small bag to find another three charms, one however was silver and smooth which has her name on it in cursive. The perfect addition.

#twilight #volturi #reader #one shot #oneshot #alec volturi #the volturi #jane volturi #christmas special

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localteaaddict · 5 years

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Death and the Maiden (Part 2)

Part 1: (Link)

Pairing: RK900 (Nines) x Female!Reader (MobBoss!Nines/Florist!Reader Human AU)

Warnings: Mentions of drug and glamorization of crimes/gang violence in general. I also have no idea how actual mobs operate.

A/N: So...this is the continuation of the MobBoss!Nines/Florist!Reader Human AU which, btw, thank you so much for all the reblogs and likes! Special thanks to @acciork800, @cyberlifeleds and @im-the-nerdiest-of-them-a11 for the kind comments they’d left on the previous chapter. I didn’t know so many people would like this, but boy am I glad I wrote it. I’ve also found a title for this ‘verse, taken from my favourite composition by Schubert.

As always, dedicated to the marvelous @bears-shitty-art for the encouragements and ideas she’s given me.

Nines hadn’t had to see through an execution in a long time. He’d never really liked or enjoyed it and he certainly hoped he wouldn’t have to witness the aftermath of one today. He was wearing a new pair of shoes this afternoon; blood on the leather was awfully difficult to get out.

He realized that luck wasn’t on his side when he saw Connor already waiting for him. Standing by the door and dressed just as sharply but with a button or two loose at his collar, Connor looked every bit the more easy-going, carefree counterpart of his twin. As Nines approached, Connor’s face lit up in a boyish smile.

“Brother,” said Connor as he gave Nines a theatrical hug, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“You did see me just yesterday,” Nines couldn’t help but smile a little at Connor’s old antics. The smile disappeared quickly, however, once he sobered in the anticipation of what was behind the closed door. “Did he talk?”

Connor sighed. “Yes.”

“Do you think he was telling the truth?”

“With these turncoats? Who knows,” Connor rolled his eyes. “Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Either way, he did admit to stealing from the regular shipments and pocketing the money. For himself, he claims.”

“So we’re still missing some red ice for the next delivery......” Nines furrowed his brows. “Markus won’t be too happy once he finds out.”

“We’ll make do; talk to him and the others, use some of your sweet charm on them. They like us,” Connor shrugged. “I’m sure they’ll excuse it for once. It’s not like we haven’t done the same for them before.”

That was true, but Nines had a bigger problem to worry about. Markus and the other leaders of Jericho were relatively easy to appease; the brothers’ mentor, not so much.

He looked straight ahead, cold grey-blue eyes not betraying a hint of emotion. Adjusting the collar of the trench coat, he nodded minutely at the security guarding the heavy door.

It opened. Nines walked in, followed by Connor close behind.

You sighed, tapping your aching shoulders lightly with a fist as you straightened your back. Moving fresh pots of succulents and cacti was not an easy feat, especially since there were few dozens of them; quite heavy, too.

Kara smiled apologetically from across the shop. “Thank you so much for all your hard work, (Y/N). I wouldn’t have been able to close on time without your help. I’m sorry the delivery came in late......”

“It’s okay, Kara, really,” you chuckled, waving your hand. “It’s not your fault the guy came in late. We’re just lucky the plants are still fresh.”

“Right,” Kara’s smile was still apologetic; she quickly tilted her head towards the window. The sun had fallen and there was only thirty more minutes to go until the finishing time. The day had been slow today and the trickle of customer had pretty much stopped another half an hour ago. It’d been quiet, hence you were able to move all these pots of plant into the shop from the back.

“When we’re done, why don’t you drop by the cafe? I’m sure Luther and Alice would love to see you.” Kara suggested, and you beamed.

“Really?”

“Yes, definitely,” Kara smiled. “I could ask Luther to make you your favorite drink. In fact, why don’t I call him to save a piece of that cake you like too?”

All that strenuous labor suddenly felt totally worth it. While Kara ran this flower shop, Luther ran a small cafe right across the street; it was the most cozy little coffee place you’d ever seen, and although it wasn’t Instagram-famous, all the good coffee and dessert connoisseurs knew about it. You’d found out about the cafe purely by the virtue of being Kara’s family friend, but you had never been more grateful for the friendship than when you’d first tasted Luther’s chocolate terrine. It was to die for.

As Kara pulled out her cellphone and started to make the call, and you were about to move the last of the succulents with a newfound vigor, the doorbell rang.

You nearly dropped the pot in surprise, not just by the sound but by the person who’d just walked in. You recognized him immediately. The Mysterious Hottie with a Great As―uh, the customer from that early morning.

Kara seemed taken aback by the last-minute customer too. She looked like she was about to just terminate the call, but then you could hear Luther’s faint “Hello?” across the space, so you just waved a hand at her in a silent go on, I’ll take care of this. Kara covered the phone, quickly mouthing a ‘thank you’ before returning to the call.

You put down the pot you’d been holding, lightly dusted off your green shop apron before approaching the man. He seemed no more certain than his last visit, scanning everything slowly and cautiously to take in any changes. He finally faced you, and you could see the quick glint of guilt flashing across his face. You put your hands on your hips in a mock annoyance, smiling to show you didn’t actually mean it.

“Good to see you again,” you said, and he blinked in surprise, as though he hadn’t expected you’d remember him. Pish. As if anyone could forget someone this gorgeous. “Although I have to warn you, we’re closing in twenty-five minutes.”

He relaxed his shoulders minutely, the corners of his lips twitching like he wanted to smile but didn’t know how to. “I apologize for dropping in so late. I’ll make it quick; would you happen to have a cat grass?”

“Cat grass?” You couldn’t help your eyes growing big; the man, to his credit, merely nodded. You rubbed the back of your neck, quickly looking back and around the shop in general. “Uh, let me think......so that’s, like, the plants safe for cats to eat, right? I think I’ve seen them around the shop before, but I’m not sure if we’ve still got them. Would you mind waiting while I do a quick look around?”

“Not at all. Thank you,” the man gave you a little nod; he made such a tiny gesture look so graceful, you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot.

Kara caught the look on your face as you dashed to the shelves at the back; she quickly followed you, a (hopefully) safe distance between you and the mystery man so he couldn’t hear.

“Do you know him?” she asked, point blank. You were still grinning.

“Sort of? He came by few days ago. First customer of that day, actually, bought exactly fifty-nine roses for his mom―I think―and gave me a nice tip, too. Told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted,” you prattled as you searched through the shelves; nope, they weren’t here. “Hey, Kara, didn’t we have some wheatgrass over here?”

“We don’t have them anymore, I think,” said Kara, but she seemed more thoughtful than before, and it definitely wasn’t about the whereabouts of the wheatgrass. Finally, you turned to look at her.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Kara’s smile turned airy immediately, but you swore you could have seen a......shine of knowing shift in her eyes. “We haven’t got wheatgrass in pots, (Y/N), but if he’s okay with the seeds, they’re here.”

“Thanks, Kara!” You happily took the packet of seeds from her; Kara shooed you towards the open area.

“You give that to the customer. I’ll finish tidying up.”

“Are you sure? I could help―”

“It’s fine, (Y/N),” she shooed again, still smiling. “Go on, don’t keep him waiting.”

When you returned to the shop floor, the gentleman was still surveying the area, everything about him just as meticulous as the first time you’d seen him. That bit of dark hair shadowing the forehead just right, a long trench coat over a black turtleneck shirt and matching pants. Damn, but his legs were long and shapely. You’d only seen that kind of legs on supermodels in magazines. No gloves, which was a shame, but his naked hands were pale, with translucently blue veins faintly prominent, his fingers long and elegant. You’d never thought a day would come when you’d use the word beautiful to describe a man’s hands, but never say never, as they said. And you’d never been more happy to be proven wrong.

He noticed you and turned to face you. You tried to erase that stupid, appreciative grin on your face but probably only succeeded in making yourself look more idiotic. Still, you didn’t falter as you held out the packet.

“We didn’t have the grown plant in a pot, but I did find the seeds―well, my boss did, but anyways,” your rambling suddenly stopped when he gave you a smile; a genuine, barely-there-but-still-a-perfect smile.

“Thank you,” he said, that sexy, sexy baritone ringing pleasantly and doing something insidious to your poor heart, “I understand this is a strange request, and at such late hour, too. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“Oh, uh―no worries? I mean, that’s what I do! That’s what I’m paid to do. Not that I’m just helping you out for the sake of money! I mean, I―” you stopped, burying your face in your hands. You were so lucky Kara was at the back and only this guy was a witness to you making fool of yourself. This very, very handsome guy who was practically your fantasy on legs. “Ohmygod......”

To your absolute mortification - or surprise? - he let out a quiet chuckle. He gently took the packet from your hands, silently gazing at you.

“Thank you,” he repeated, and this time, it felts more sincere, more heartfelt on your burning ears. “I hadn’t even realized how much I’d needed that today. Truly, I’m grateful.”

“Uhh......for me being silly? Or for the seeds?” you threw a haphazard guess just to cover up how awkward you felt, but he still sounded frustratingly sincere.

“A laugh.” Alright, at least he sounded like he meant it. You could live with that. You swallowed, nodding, still not looking up from the floor. You could still hear the faint mirth in his voice. It made his voice sound lighter, more humane. You had a feeling that he wasn’t like that often enough. “Today was......difficult, so to speak. So thank you, not just for your help but also for making my day.”

“Or an evening.” You couldn’t help but quip as you raised your head to meet his eyes. The grey-blue of his eyes felt like a quiet storm, or maybe that was just your heart doing a marathon right now. Shit. Not now, heart. “If you’d like to take the seeds, I can help you with the―is that blood on your shoes?”

His face immediately hardened at your blurted words. You’d only just noticed the small, dark stain on the edge of his loafer, and he quickly looked down as well. You didn’t miss how his jaw tensed up all of a sudden, but he merely started speaking again, calm and composed. As if he’d been aware of it all along.

“I was helping my brother bandage his hand,” he explained. “He cut his palm quite deeply and couldn’t manage on his own. There was blood everywhere―I thought I’d cleaned everything,” he shrugged a little, “I guess I missed a spot.”

“Oh. Oh dear, I hope your brother’s alright,” the tension in your shoulders deflated instantly. “That was awfully nice of you to help him. You’re not afraid of blood?”

“No, not really,” he said as he followed you to the counter to make the payment. “My brother would get himself hurt all the time; he’s older, but he’s always been the more careless one as well. It’s nothing new, although it was alarming when he bled all over the carpet.”

"Aw,” you gave him a sympathetic smile, ringing up the price. He politely declined the bag but took the receipt. As you handed him the piece of paper, you solemnly and discreetly added:

“Hydrogen peroxide.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hydrogen peroxide. Bleach. For getting rid of the bloodstain,” you waved a hand to emphasize, “just spray some hydrogen peroxide on the spot, wash the area with dish-washing liquid, scrub it with warm water and it’s as good as new. You’ll save your carpet in no time.”

He blinked, then promptly bursted into laughter. This was no restrained chuckle like before; this was a full-on, genuine laugh that stunned you, but most of all, even the man himself seemed bewildered by his own reaction. Yep, he definitely wasn’t someone who laughed often. But it was still a very nice laugh, a deep and resonant sound that made something in your chest tickle. You giggled as well, before holding out the receipt at him again.

“Just giving you a valuable tip. Carpets can be expensive to replace, you know.”

“They can be, yes,” he agreed easily. Your fingertips brushed his as he took the paper. As childish as it was, you couldn’t help the thrill that rushed through your heart. “Thank you for your help, the seeds and the advice.”

“No worries. Happy to help,” you gave him a mock salute, to which he nodded. His face seemed much softer now, less uncertain. More alive.

As he reached the door to leave, he paused, before turning back to look at you.

“How did you know about using bleach to remove bloodstain?”

“I’m a girl, sir,” you gave him your most flat look. “Of course I know how to remove a bloodstain or two.”

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