#my dog also interrupts my classes with barking

[arteastica]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (1)

erwin x fem!reader

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summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters). no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.1k

One could say it was the most important night of that summer. Even the cloudless sky had allowed the stars to witness the scene unfolding beneath, and only the occasional barking of faraway dogs interrupted the silence. It was the night decisions were awaiting to be made. The type of life-defining decisions that no teenager should ever be expected, or rather forced, to make. Luckily for you, you were a couple of years ahead, ahead enough to not be considered a teenager anymore. And maybe this was the reason why looking around and seeing the tightly clenched fists, trembling jaws, and sweaty foreheads of your 15-year-old Training Corps classmates made you realize that you honestly didn’t know what you were doing in the middle of it all.

The choice was simple for those who actually had one. As it was tradition, the top ten students of the class would be allowed to choose the best out of the three options presented: to join the Military Police and enjoy the safety and commodities that came with life in the innermost wall, to settle for a more humble lifestyle by doing whatever it is that they do in the Garrison, or to put their lives in the line for humanity in the Survey Corps. With young brains still under construction, no one could be trusted to make the right call. The definition of ‘right call’ being ‘one you wouldn’t regret years in the future, or next week when a titan had you in their grip.’ However, you believed that joining the Military Police came with significantly lower risks of regret. And that’s why the MP was the one you were aiming for. Or would have, if you were part of that coveted top 10. That would have been ideal.

Ideal. In an ideal world, no one would have to make such a crucial decision at that age. In fact, there wouldn’t even be crucial decisions to make, in the first place. But this wasn’t an ideal world. It was far from that. A quick glance around at the faces you had gotten used to seeing for the last 3 years was enough of a reminder, in case you had forgotten. But who could forget? All of them standing next to you had either lost someone or everyone precious in their lives when the Wall fell. Luckily for you, however, you had your immediate family alive and well in the capital. And although you didn’t own enough wealth to be accepted into the social circles of the rich, you lived a comfortable life, and most importantly, a safe one. That’s why it came as a shock to your family when you enlisted as a-

“We will reach that basement in Shiganshina. However, this requires us to retake Wall Maria”

Retake what? Your backstory was left pending for another night. Because, before you could start narrating it to yourself, a solemn, modulated voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your head instinctively turning to the stage to locate the source. And that was the first time you saw him: The 13th commander of the Survey Corps, Erwin Smith himself.

“But with the Trost gate permanently sealed, we’ll have to take the long way around from Karanes in the east”

You had heard stories about Erwin Smith. A man of unyielding drive, an iron-willed leader, a liberator, you believed you heard someone called him once. And of course there was also ‘reckless’, ‘demented’, and ‘out of it’, all of which were adjectives commonly tied to his name, especially in the capital. ‘Insane’ was your father’s preferred one, usually heard around dinner time when the topic of Erwin Smith’s latest outrageous expedition somehow found its way into the family table. And you remembered feeling sorry for the man on more than one occasion. Because, from the safety of your Sina home, the closest titan surely miles away, as you fluffed pillows and slipped under warm blankets of undisturbed rest, you had struggled to think of anyone living a more different lifestyle to yours than the commander of the Survey Corps, that one man relentlessly trying to attain the unattainable: to free humanity from the walls.

“It seems the four years we spent preparing a route for an invasion force have gone to waste”

And that night he also seemed to be trying to attain the unattainable: convincing a group of frightened individuals to join a suicide squad.

“In those four years, more than sixty percent of the Legion’s forces lost their lives”

You wondered if there was at least a single easy thing in the man’s life.

“Sixty percent in four years. An insane figure”

His voice was controlled and pleasant to listen to. Even though the things he was talking about were far from pleasant. Life scouting beyond the walls sounded as rough as it probably was. And you guessed that there was no way to make it sound appealing, no silver linings to be mentioned or talked about.

“Any trainees who join us will participate in next month’s expedition beyond the walls”

You had heard that his branch was in desperate need for new recruits, yet you could tell he had decided to let honesty do the talking that night. Because not even when discussing the dire prospect of survival of a Survey Corps member…

“We estimate thirty percent will not return”

…not even then he seemed tempted to make false promises.

“And in four years, most new recruits will be dead”

In fact, the more he spoke, the more honest and raw his words seemed to get. And while, so far, he hadn’t mentioned a single appealing thing about joining his cause, you felt you were beginning to understand it…

“But those who make it through that hell will become superior soldiers, capable of surviving anything”

You see, you had heard all the stories, but you had never seen the man before. And rumors had left out the part about how compelling he was. As he extended an open invitation to a potentially deadly celebration, his voice had a commanding yet gentle feel to it, the type associated with reliable leaders. He had an enthralling demeanor to him, the one that’s used to persuade. His words were softly spoken but rose-thorn sharp. There was something about him, the way he spoke, and carried himself. Erwin Smith certainly looked like someone who could talk the winter into skipping a year, or the rain into waiting until he got home. So yes, you were starting to get it...

“Now you have the cold, hard facts.”

After all the contemplations, it finally clicked.

“Any still willing to risk their lives, remain here.”

It makes sense you thought, why men followed him to their deaths.

“Ask yourselves, am I willing to offer my beating heart for humanity?”

Why they ‘dedicated their hearts’ as they say.

“That is all.”

Erwin Smith was intriguing. Very intriguing.

“All of you wishing to join other branches are dismissed.”

Muffled footsteps brought you back from the realm of thought. You looked around to find the previously full plaza now more than half-empty. You could hear Reiner’s heavy breathing beside you. Jean fiddling with his shirt behind you. Sasha clicking her teeth to your left. And despite the close proximity between your bodies, it all sounded so distant. As if you had been thrown underwater.

“Are you willing to die if I ordered to?”

Erwin Smith’s question, on the contrary, felt as if it had been whispered right into your ear. It felt personal and targeted. And for a brief second you forgot that, although almost everyone had already left, you were still not the only one in the plaza.

I don’t want to die. You answered in your head.

“I like the looks on your faces” You heard him say.

I don’t want to die. You repeated as you picked up your pace to catch up to Hitch at the entrance of the plaza.

“What took you so long?” she asked when you finally joined her.

“I hereby welcome you all to the Survey Corps!”

You heard Erwin Smith’s voice, now nothing more than a faint sound blending with the rustling leaves and getting carried away by the wind, as you and Hitch made your way back to the barracks.

-

“Did you hear almost all the top students joined the Survey Corps last night?” Hitch sounded particularly excited and jolly that morning. A huge smile plastered on her face.

“Did they?” You didn’t want to let yourself get too hopeful. But Hitch’s enthusiasm was contagious.

“Yep! And you know what that means right?” Your roommate gave you a cheeky grin “There might be a spot left for us at the MP after all!”

You were sure there most certainly was a spot for Hitch. But for you, that was a whole different story. You were no Mikasa. You were no Reiner. And given the fact that your physical capabilities were pretty average, even a little below that on bad days, you were certain you weren’t even in the top 20.

“Jeez. Woman, please look excited! We are set for life!”

She is set for life. “I’m not sure I’ll make the cut. It was the physical aptitude test-”

“Who cares? To hell with that test. What would you need stamina for inside Wall Sina anyway? I heard they don’t even use ODM in the MP. In our first year, maybe we’ll have to run after one of those random idiots who steal papayas from the street stalls, but I’m sure we can manage that much”

You laughed at the thought “You catch him. I’ll write the report”

“Deal!” she said “but once we climb up the ranks…” her eyes lit up with ambition as a result of whatever was going through her head. And you could tell she was plotting something questionable. But before you could start prying she added “Plus you did well everywhere else.”

She was right. While your physical performance wasn’t necessarily stellar, your academics were very good. As an overthinker, often worrying too much about too many, you overstudied for tests like no one in your class did, and your efforts often resulted in excellent marks.

“You’re right. Everyone save Shadis left something nice in my report card. Nothing personal, I’m sure”

Hitch nodded enthusiastically, clearly satisfied with herself because her words were having the effect she intended. And they really were, your head was starting to pitch more and more ideas to support the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you would be able to join the Military Police.

“You know what? You’re right, Hitch. We’ll join the MP and we’ll be on our way to the capital tomorrow.”

Wrong. Later that day, as you held the application paper in one hand, fountain pen in the other, you couldn’t help but snort when imagining how foolish you must have looked that morning, believing you would be back home as a member of the MP brigade. But there was no use in reminiscing now. You needed to focus and make the second best choice.

But focus for what? The only available options for you were the Garrison and the Survey Corps. And the choice was plain and obvious, wasn’t it? The Garrison wasn’t cool or anything but it was safe. Except, of course, for that incident from a couple of weeks ago, when that random titan showed up again, and tried to obliterate Trost District. Luckily for you, however, you had been assigned to assist with the relocation of the citizens once they entered Wall Rose, so you didn’t even have to see any titan at all. That had been a rare occurrence. And with the Survey Corps, the chances of survival were significantly lower. Zero for someone with your physical capabilities.

Are you willing to die if I ordered to?

Erwin Smith’s words from the night before showed up uninvited.

Those who make it through that hell will become superior soldiers, capable of surviving anything.

You could hear his solemn voice loud and clear, even one day later.

I like the look on your face.

Your hand now hovered dangerously over the ‘Survey Corps’ box, centuries worth of handed-down survival instincts forgotten in the blink of an eye.

I don’t want to die.

Your brain repeated as a last resort, right before the ink found the paper.

I don’t want to die.

Now it sounded like a complain more than a petition.

I hereby welcome you to the Survey Corps.

You heard him say, somewhere inside your head, as you turned in your application and walked away.

-

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[suwbuns]

E-DATERS! | #1 men hater

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

written chapter + screenshots below! (not proof read)

beomgyu had never felt this fearful in his life.

of course, he had his honorable mentions. such as when he accidentally sent a kid to the nurses office for pushing him off the swingset in the fourth grade, resulting in his mom taking away his computer for two weeks.

there had also been the time when he overslept and ended up missing his csat, fearing he wouldnt be able get into college. not that it mattered anyways considering he dropped out 3 months into his classes.

and most recently, when he had accidentally made fun of a streamer with almost 4 times the following he had, causing a terrible fan war over twitter with the hashtag #CANCELBEOMGYU trending for an entire week.

but yet none of them, could ever compare to the amount of fear that he had felt at this very moment.

because absolutely nothing could be worse than a plummeting ego and pure embarrassment to be the consequences of his actions, in which you managed to figure him out with not even a week that has passed.

as his body turned cold and his hands clammy at your follow up question, beomgyu mustered all the strength that he had in order to press the mute button on his keyboard, before letting out an ear piercing scream.

“how are we going to fix this?!” he cried out, burrowing his face in his hands.

“dont worry, this is fixable!” heeseung nervously laughed. “i can just make up some lame excuse and—“

“why did you mute?” your voice had interrupted, heeseung giving beomgyu an unsure glance before pressing the unmute button.

"sorry, my dog started to bark really loudly," heeseung replied, giving beomgyu the side eye. "miss me?"

beomgyu's mouth pressed into a thin line as he stared blankly at heeseung who held in his laughter at your stuttering protests.

"your solution is flirting with her?" beomgyu mouthed questionably, his lips molding into a grimace.

“just trust me” heeseung mouthed back, returning his attention back to you to attempt to get your mind off of the previous slip up.

however, beomgyu in fact did not trust him nor had any reason to considering it was him who had gotten in this situation. yet, he leaned against the backrest of his chair nervously knowing that there was nothing he could do. his mouth went dry as he sat thinking about every single possible scenario that could come out of this, hardly any of them with a good ending.

“i need to go to the restroom, ill be back!” you said, allowing beomgyu to sigh in relief. “but dont think that i forgot about how you knew about beomgyu.” following your sentence, the mute icon appeared next to your username, causing beomgyu to leap up in his chair to mute his mic as well.

“okay new plan, how about we gaslight her? we can say that she told me but she just forgot?” beomgyu brought up excitedly.

“do you remember what last happened when you gaslighted a girl? you almost got cancelled—“

“okay nevermind!” beomgyu grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “or how about we just say its a lucky guess? i mean i do have a pretty large following, it wouldnt be that hard to guess that!”

“beomgyu you cant expect her to believe that. your ideas are almost as stupid as the one that we are currently in!” heeseung replied in annoyance, turning his suggestion down almost instantly.

“fine!” beomgyu threw his hands in the air, running his fingers through the strands of his hair in frustration. “why dont we just admit that i am beomgyu, we reveal this whole entire plan, and—“

“you can not be backing out now!”

“well what else can i do?!”

“i dont know, something! youre thought she was easy to get with because shes obsessed with you!”

beomgyu paused for a second, an idea lighting up in his head as he heard the latter of heeseungs sentence. his fingers were working faster than his brain, as it automatically reached for his phone to press on the twitter application to search for your private account.

“you didn't tell me she was that obsessed,” heeseung said, peeking over beomgyus shoulder to take a quick glance at his phone, catching sight of the manifestations of 'marrying beomgyu' on your bio and your header. “you sure this isnt a fan account?”

“no, its definitely her.” beomgyu said, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “new plan. we tell her we stalked her account!”

“can you imagine how humiliated she's going to feel?” heeseung replied, his mouth twisting into a frown. "i want to get out of this situation as much as you do, but the last thing i want to do is make her feel like crap for being a fan."

“oh please, it cant be that deep," beomgyu emphasized. "her being exposed would just leave her with embarrassment for at most, a week. but if I'm exposed? i cant let myself suffer like that!"

“man i really do hope that yeonjun kicks your—“

“im back!” you announced, causing heeseung and beomgyu to jump in their seats at the abrupt noise.

“oh hi!” heeseung beamed after unmuting himself, giving beomgyu one final glance before resuming. “also, i know this might be embarrassing, but I found out about beomgyu through your private twitter.”

“what was that?!” beomgyu whispered-yelled, his eyes wide in judgment. “you could have given her a chance to breathe instead of violating her right when she got back!”

"i was just following what you told me to say!" heeseung replied defensively.

"yeah, but not like that!"

as beomgyu and heeseung continued to argue amongst themselves, what they failed to catch was the sound of you leaving the call, snapping the both of them out of their heated conversation.

the two simultaneously glanced at both monitors, eyeing the leave message from the game, as well as the fact that you were no longer present in the call.

“did she just leave?”

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A/N. kind of a mid chapter but anyways beomgyu is a red flag smh

AND SORRY IF THERES SM WRITTEN CHAPTERS IM TRYING TO INCORPORATE MORE SOCIAL MEDIA 😭

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[spaceagebachelormann]

being best friends with the st. cassian chamber choir members would include…

pairings: st. cassian chamber choir x gn reader

warnings: me struggling to find good gifs, ocean being a mediocre friend, ricky being weird, no genuine warnings,

masterlist

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

refuses to let you read smut

if you bring it up she starts screaming and throwing stuff at you and begging you not to read smut

she still treats you horribly, but like it’s not as horrible as the way she treats everyone else

has somehow read every shakespeare play, and talks to you about them for hours

FORGETS YOU AT WALMART

when you get mad at her for forgetting you she just assumes your joking

physically affectionate with her friends but it’s a lot more frequent with you

while your walking she’ll just wrap an arm around your shoulders or grab your wrist gently like it’s nothing

when you have sleepovers she goes to sleep at 9pm and throws pillows at you if you stay up later than her

helps you with classes your struggling with, for a price.

by that i mean she just asks you to buy her some food and that’s it

kind of a bad friend but she has good intentions

tells you EVERYTHING

there isn’t anything she knows that you don’t know

BONUS:

Ocean: Y/N and I have the chemistry where we finish eachothers-

Y/N: sentences

Ocean: don’t interrupt me.

Noel Gruber

oh my GOD

you definitely got suspended with him for breaking into that bible thing

you said the erection thing

also you guys definitely still laugh about it

brainstorming insults with eachother

most of which are used on ocean

forces you to listen to french music

threatens you with his hairbrush over the littlest things

it’s actually quite scary

you get to hear all about monique gibeau all THE TIME

he’s a surprisingly good storyteller and he likes when you’re on the edge of your seat listening to him talk about experiences he’s been through

working at taco bell with him

it’s scary

BONUS:

Y/N: i turned out perfectly fine!

Noel: Y/N, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Y/N: I DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN, YOU DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN.

Mischa Bachinski

your conversations with him are one of you just rambling on and on about things and the other one listening

when he’s rambling it’s about talia

not even you know if she’s real or not

you decide not to ask

oh yeah also he’s offered you alcohol atleast 2048 times, usually once a week

your also rlly good friends with noel

it’s a trio thing

but your still mischas bsf

once he grows rlly comfortable with you it’s scary guard dog privileges

like will fr bark at anyone giving you a hard time

ALSO HES HELLA FUNNY

and says the most random shit with no context at all

it rubs off on you

a horrible influence

BONUS:

mischa: *breaks window and climbs through it*

mischa: *helps Y/N through window*

mischa: Y/N, breaking and entering is bad.

Y/N: okay

Ricky Potts

listening to him talk about zolar

well his talking is either him passing you notes with hella information on it or him using asl

i feel like in his mind you would have a zolarian based off of you but like not one of the sexy catwomen, just a zolarian who was an important role in his story

also rlly funny

cracks the most random jokes at the most random times

doesn’t sleep until 4am

seems innocent but isn’t

you have to deal with all of the above

imagine learning asl to talk to him instead of using paper and a pen <33

big cat person and his cats are so used to you that sometimes they just show up on your doorstep

sends you analog horror and laughs when your afraid the next time you see him

BONUS:

Ricky: so whats for dinner?

Y/N, staring at the food they just burnt: regret.

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

randomly info dumps to you

oh also i think she’d like brushing your hair

a big dog person and you have to settle arguments between her and ricky over if cats or dogs are better

sends you dogs at 4am

oh also i think she’d be rlly good at painting nails for some reason and at random times she’d just take your hand and start painting your nails

speaks her mind BUUUUT that’s not always a bad thing

^^ randomly compliments you for example

BONUS:

Y/N: im a reverse necromancer

Jane/Penny: isnt that just killing people? Y/N: ah, technality

Constance Blackwood

rlly honest with you

it’s very helpful

also she checks up on you

such a good friend

i love her

teaches you how to play recorder

and kazoo

you create musical chaos with her

everyone finds it annoying except ricky cause personal head canon that he likes weird music

BONUS:

Constance: i know your deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are

Y/N: it’s not a joke

Y/N: *sniffles*

Y/N, voice cracking: i’m a legit snack.

#mars writing 🧈 #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #rtc #oceam o’connell rosenburg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood #rtc x reader

[folkpunkchicken]

Big Dreams in a Small World

As I gazed out the window of my classroom I started to imagine what was going on outside. Perhaps the trees were laughing, the flowers giggling, and the blades of grass were all singing together like one enormously loud and beautifully sounding choir. I was missing it all. I had to study my arithmetic. My teacher would always get mad at me for daydreaming and writing poems down in my notebook. She said, "there is no practical use for that nonsense. Stop it at once and practice your numbers. You want to have a real job one day don't you?"

I nodded my head up and down and muttered, "yes ma'am." However, if I answered honestly, no I did want a "real" job. Well, at least jot a normal one. I wanted to be a writer. Writing stories about the world I see and imagine to be around me is the only way I connect with others. My teacher, she would always say, "Now my dear Poet, there is no place for such ramblings of fairytales and stories in the real world."

The "real" world, god what a load of bull, I thought.

My parents were the same as my teacher. They wanted me to study hard and become something like an engineer, a lawyer, or perhaps even a doctor, but certainly not a writer and never a dreamer.

The life I wanted was not one of money, but one of pleasure and enjoyment. My name is James Poet, but people just called me JP.

Finally, the bell rang. Mrs. Jackson's math class was my last class of the day. At long last, I was free to go home. I was free to sneak into my room and write, that is if my parents didn't catch me and demand that I either study or help with chores. I flew down the hallway and ran straight to the main door of my high school and ran across the parking lot. I stopped just before crossing the street and decided to make a left through the woods where I could find the trail that I usually took home. It wasn't really a short cut, in fact it was significantly longer, but I indeed enjoyed the solitude. It was a time to clear my head of all the useless information I learned at school. It was a time to dwell on my deepest thoughts, my biggest dreams and the next story I wanted to write.

I made it home just in time for supper. "Where have you been?" My mother scolded. "I guess I got a little distracted on my way home from school, I'm sorry," I replied.

"You guess?" My father interjected. "I don't know what we're going to do with you James, if you don't get your head out of the damn clouds all the time."

"I said I'm sorry." I wasnt of course, but it made them less upset for me to apologize.

After supper, I ran upstairs to my desk. There my fountain pen lay just where I left it on top of my notebook. I picked it up and began writing. Before I knew it, three hours had passed by and it was after nine o'clock. I completely spaced my homework. I was tired though and I honestly didn't care. I thought about the scolding I would get from my teacher and beating I would get from my father for blowing off my homework. I lie still in my bed sobbing with blankets pulled over my head leaving only enough room to barely breath. If I was lucky, the hole wouldn't be enough.

The next morning I woke to the sound of the neighbors dog Samson barking outside my window. I looked over at my alarm clock to see that I was late for school. I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door.

As I ran up to the front door of the school, the principal was there to greet me. "Mr. Poet, may I see you in my office please." I shrugged my shoulders and followed the short, bald, grumpy looking man to his office. Once there, I popped myself down and sunk deep into the chair.

"James, I called you in here cause you are once again late for class, and I presume you also, don't have your homework finished as per usual. Is that correct?"

"That's correct sir. I was going to but I."

"No!" He interrupted harshly. No buts, you are to do your homework, that is to be your priority Mr. Poet. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir," I muttered.

"What's that?"

"Yes sir," I said more clearly.

"James, you are indeed a bright student, but this nonsense cannot go on. You have to live in the real world, no more dreaming with your head in the clouds. I will have to meet with your parents but for now get back to class."

"Great, that's just great." I thought sarcastically.

As I entered the classroom, the teacher glared at me, because I had interrupted as she was in the middle of explaining something, but then she nodded in approval for me to sit down.

I took my usual spot and tried my best to listen to the rest of the lecture. I ended up spending the whole time doodling in my notebook.

After school I went straight home, no "shortcut" through the woods, just home. I wasn't feeling well, but that was normal. People always asked me why I wasn't happy, but to be honest I can’t say that I wasn’t happy, my life was objectively, pretty alright but for some reason and I can’t answer why, none of it was for me. Simple as that, life just didn't work for me. I watched so many people go to work, go to school, have their perfect little lives,and they seemed genuinely content. I tried, but I wasn't. When I arrived at my house, I went straight upstairs without saying anything to anyone, which was normal.

I pulled out my leather bound journal and wrote, "To have a life is to simply live, but to have a dream is something more, something." Signed at the bottom of the page with a stain from a tear. JP tore out the page and left it with his favorite pen on his desk.

The next morning his parents found the note sitting folded neatly where he had left it. The window was open and no one ever heard of James Poet ever again. The following day the school had an assembly while the family had a memorial service, but afterwards everyone moved on. Life kept going and Earth just kept on spinning, whether JP was there or not. His dreams were bigger than his life and too big for such a small world.

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

so there's thunder and i'm in class then my my dog jumps on me and just starts barking with the cat sitting there looking at him .-meme

MEME ANON! <3 thank u for sharing ur cat the other day!! So heckin cute I am a sucker for cats.

And ???? Thunder!! Wow. I am also. A sucker for CRAZY rain, thunder, and lightning something about a good bigass storm...but my dog is also not a fan of the thunder, he’ll bark out the window then go hide in bed 😭

#your dog sounds like an adorable little guy #your cat is hilarious lol #he’s like BICH I got no time for ur barking #meme anon #I love these updates #my dog also interrupts my classes with barking #and luckily my profs like dogs #so they’re like omg show and tell!! #so I go full lion king and simba him to the class #Ans they’re like OMG #it’s great #asks

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer

[xoxoavenger]

Since You’ve Been Gone

pairing: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Fem!Reader

summary: Peter loves Y/N, but his past is still with him.

word count: 4724`

warnings: talk of Gwen's death, some angst

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

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Y/N took a deep breath as she walked into the lab room. She had gotten there early, but almost all the seats were already taken. She looked around, weighing her options. She could sit next to a blonde girl wearing sunglasses indoors, a boy with a shaved head and a kind face, or a boy with brown hair. The last one looked pretty cute, and she made her choice quickly. She sat next to him, keeping her head down as she put her bag on the ground against the table. She noticed he was reading a book, but she didn’t recognize it.

“Hi,” She said quietly, making the boy look up at her. She thought for a second that he would be annoyed she interrupted his reading.

“Hello.” He said in the same tone, giving an awkward smile. She returned it, knowing that she had to introduce herself before he turned back to his book and the whole semester became awkward.

“I’m - my name is Y/N.” She smiled for real, then looked down at her hands, which were resting on the table. “Y/N L/N.” She looked back up at him, seeing his real smile this time.

“Peter Parker.” He watched her nod, licking her lips out of nervousness.

“What’s your major?” She asked, moving to get the chemical goggles required of the class out of her bag. Their first lab was very chemical heavy, as she had read on the syllabus.

“Biochemical engineering.” She froze as he spoke, the major shocking her. This kid was super smart. He smiled as she dropped the goggles onto her desk, still not looking at him. “You?” She was about to answer when the professor walked in.

“Good morning! I hope you all got my email over break. If not, you’re already close to failing.” Y/N turned finally to see Peter putting his book away and grabbing his own goggles out, along with a notebook. “Get a good look at the person sitting next to you; they will be your lab partner for the rest of the year.” Y/N looked over to Peter, who was already staring.

“Nice to meet you.”

~

“Zeus, slow down!” Y/N smiled as the dog pulled on the leash again, making her stumble slightly on the sidewalk. She was passing the park, and she looked over to see the children playing on the play structure. She was so lost in her own world, she stumbled even worse when Zeus pulled his leash once more and hit something, losing her balance and the leash as she began to fall. Before she could blink, an arm was wrapped around her stopping her from falling. She held on to the person who caught her, and when she was able to finally look up she saw a familiar face.

“Peter?” She asked, smiling as the boy just stared at her. The two were frozen for a moment, not sure what to do when Peter finally let go of her, stepping away as he handed her the leash he had also caught.

“That’s a cute dog.” Peter said, looking at the puppy who was now barking and panting at Peter's feet.

“It’s my neighbor’s. She pays me to walk him on my free days.” Y/N smiled, making Peter nod. The two had never seen each other outside of class, and it was quite awkward with the common denominator being eliminated.

“Is there a day you’re completely free?” He asked, making Y/N’s heart speed up. Of course she thought he was cute, his shy smile and pretty brown eyes had made her flustered since the very first day.

“Between work and school, it’s a toss up.” She nodded, not fully understanding what he meant. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I get it.” He chuckled awkwardly, clapping his hands once and looking around. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in class.” He said, and she nodded as he walked past her, smiling in goodbye. She felt her heart trying to escape her chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the thought she had. What if Peter hadn't been asking solely to be friendly?

“Peter?” She turned, and he paused on the sidewalk, finally spinning to look at her. She walked a couple steps to be closer to him, then grabbed her phone from her pocket. “Could I have your number? Just in case I do have a free day come up.” She flashed a nervous smile, waiting for Peter’s response. He seemed slightly shocked, which scared her just a little bit.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He watched her unlock her phone and open it up to the contacts app before taking it from her and inputting his own number. “There ya go.” He smiled more happily than she had seen, making her grin brighter.

“Cool, thanks.” She put her phone back in her pocket, then opened her mouth to talk again. She didn’t get the chance, however, because Zeus picked the best time to pull on his leash. She jolted backwards, the dog wanting to continue his walk. “I’d love to stay and talk, but he’s obviously not happy being in one position.” Peter chuckled, and Y/N turned, beginning to walk again.

“See you in class, Y/N!” The way Peter said her name made her heart race, and she smiled as she slowly walked backward.

“See ya soon, Peter Parker.”

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“Hello?” Y/N almost lost all her nerve as Peter answered the phone. She wasn’t sure why she had decided to call him; it seemed like it could have been a good idea, but now that it was happening, she wasn’t so sure. She should have just settled for a text.

“Hey, Peter. It’s Y/N. From chem. Um, I was just, I wanted to know what you were doing this Saturday.” She took a deep breath, hoping he couldn’t hear it.

“I didn’t - I don’t - I don’t have plans.” His smile was evident even through the stuttering, but it was enough to warm her heart.

“Cool, nice, yeah. Maybe we could, like, do something. If you’re up for that?” She was ready to throw herself into a pit, because this was the worst attempt at flirting she had ever done. She had holed herself in her room for a whole hour to practice the conversation, telling her house-mates to leave her alone. She was doing a fine job during that time, but all the words she ever knew had seemed to leave her.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” The line was quiet for a moment, and she still had not calmed down. He may have accepted her invite, but they still had no clue where to go. “Maybe we could go ice skating.” He said as if he read her mind.

Not quite read, though, because she couldn��t skate. Hated it, actually. She had been once, a couple years ago, and she sucked so bad she never wanted to go again.

“Sounds great!” She heard herself say, even though her brain was screaming at her to shut up. “Five?” She asked, hoping her voice wasn’t as shaky as she thought it was.

“It’s a date.” He said, letting the line go silent again.

“See you then, Peter Parker.”

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Peter was ready to throw up. He hadn’t been on a date since Gwen - he hadn’t felt like this since Gwen. He felt guilty, but he wasn’t quite sure why. He tried to push it away, because Y/N didn’t deserve that. He wanted to give her what she deserved.

Before he could get too far into his head, he saw Y/N walking through the plaza, hands in her jacket. She was looking around, beanie on top of her head, and Peter felt his heart beat faster.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, waving like an idiot. She turned and smiled at him, walking faster in his direction. “I’m glad you’re here.” He said when she got closer. She nodded, looking at the ice with a nervous face.

“So, where do we get our skates?” She asked, turning back to him. He stared at her for a second longer, trying to figure out what she was nervous about.

“Um, there’s a spot right over there,” Peter pointed to the skate rental and Y/N nodded, taking her hand out of her pocket.

“Shall we?” She held her hand out, waiting for him to take it. He hesitated before grabbing it, their fingers intertwining. The two walked silently over to the desk, waiting in line with very little small talk.

“2 pairs of skates, please.” Peter said, holding up the number two. He wasn’t quiet, but it was hard to hear over the music blasting through the air.

“Sizes?” She asked, a bit to cheerful for working minimum wage in the freezing cold. Y/N and Peter told her their sizes, and she went to the back to grab them. Putting them on the desk, she typed a couple numbers into her computer. “That’ll be twenty dollars.” Y/N let go of Peter’s hand and reached into her bag, but he had already put a twenty dollar bill on the counter. The lady smiled and took it, and the two left the line.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Y/N said as they walked to the benches.

“It's our first date, I gotta make a good impression.” Peter smiled at her as they sat, lacing up their skates before putting their shoes in a locker. Y/N stood shakily, balancing on the blades. She was ready to fall and she hadn’t even made it to the ice.

“Are you warm enough?” Peter asked, taking her hand once more. She nodded, smiling as he led her to the rink. She held on even tighter as they got closer, letting him step onto the ice first. She hesitated before stepping onto the ice, standing still almost as soon as her feet touched the slippery surface. Peter looked at her with a small smile, starting to realize what was going on. “Do you know how to skate?” He questioned with a knowing look, making her look down. He grabbed her other hand, and when she finally looked at him, he noticed she was flustered.

“I know how to skate,” She mumbled, looking back down. “I’m just not good at it.”

“I can teach you!” He was so excited that it made her smile too.

“I’ve tried. It’s just - I’m not good at it.” Y/N gasped as Peter put one hand on her back, the other still holding her hand. He began to skate backward - like a showoff, pulling Y/N along. She put a hand on his shoulder, as if they were dancing, keeping her feet steady and letting him do all the work.

“I don’t know what you mean! You’re great at it!” He smiled, and she laughed in happiness. He looked over his shoulder, turning around the corner and swinging them around. He then raised his eyebrows at her while she held tightly onto him. “Do you trust me?” He asked over the music.

“What?” Her eyes were wide, heart racing. Peter winked before bringing her hand over her head, using his other hand to spin her body. She let out a yelp as she began to falter, but he kept her steady, and made sure that she ended up facing forward.

“See, you’re a natural!” He laughed as he spoke, and Y/N laughed too, the feeling of joy inexplicable. It came from her heart and spewed out her mouth, which made his heart speed up as he heard it.

“How are you still skating backwards?” She asked as he turned another corner, still backward.

“I don’t know, I think you’re just so good it’s moving me.” He told her, their smiles the largest in the rink, the whole city. “Okay now time to learn. It’s like walking, putting one foot in front of the other, except push off.” Peter slowed down, moving both his hands to her’s so he could keep her upright but she could still learn.

“There’s no way.” Y/N laughed, trying what he said. She tripped, but he caught her, the two of them still giggling. She continued to try, stumbling and tripping less and less the more she practiced.

“Okay, I’m gonna let go of your hands now.” Peter began to let ho, but she held on tightly.

“No, no, no, I’m not ready!” She cried, smile still on her face. He finally got his hands out of the way, still skating backwards while Y/N skated toward him.

“You’re doing it!” He laughed loudly, other people looking at him weirdly. Y/N looked up at him, face lit up in joy, before she hit the toe pick. She pitched forward, arms out, and Peter moved to catch her. Their arms wrapped around each other, but they fell to the icy floor. People skated around them as they laughed, still on the ground.

“Are you okay?” She gasped out, smiling harder as he pushed her hair out of her face before helping her sit up. He stood slowly, then pulled her up as well. She slipped a bit as they stood, causing Peter to wrap his arms around her. He kept her close to him, looking at her as she puffed out breaths, whisper of a smile on her face. He finally nodded, smiling back.

“Are you?” He whispered, and she barely heard it over the music playing in the background.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great.” She barely got the words out when Peter put a hand on her face, kissing her. The kiss lasted for a couple seconds, and when they finally parted, she was smiling wider than he had seen anyone smile. It made him even happier, and he let go of her to grab her hand.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to kiss you on the first date, but I just - I couldn’t help myself.” His heart was racing now, beating faster than he thought was possible.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” She smiled reassuring at him, and the two began to skate again, this time side by side.

~

Saturdays became their date nights. They became official, which made their friends gush over the fact that they were dating and lab partners. The couple worked well together, completing their assignments quickly and efficiently, top of their class.

“I think we should go to the movies this Saturday.” Peter said as he added a chemical to their beaker.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t study for the final that’s in two weeks?” Y/N asked, stirring the solution. He sighed, obviously not happy with the idea.

“I don’t need to study.” Peter told her, looking over the instructions in their lab packet.

“But I do.” Y/N told him, sighing as he got up to go to grab another chemical. When he got back, he sat down heavily, then turned to kiss her quickly. Their goggles knocked awkwardly, making them both chuckle.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me.” He smiled, and the two got back to their lab.

“Mr. Parker, Mrs. L/N. Surely the lab cannot be that exciting. You haven’t even gotten the reaction.” Their professor called them out, making both of their faces burn in embarrassment. They put their heads down, continuing the experiment.

“My house?” Y/N asked, knowing Peter knew where she lived.

“My apartment.” He corrected, making Y/N groan softly. They were almost done with the lab, and once they wrote their findings down they could go home.

“But it’s so tiny.” She told him, watching as he added another chemical.

“But there’s no one there to bug us.” He pointed out as they watched the reaction.

“That’s not always a good thing.” She smirked, recalling the times they had tried to ‘study’ at Peter’s apartment, only to end up making out on his bed, their notebooks and textbooks thrown to the ground.

“I think this is a great idea.” Peter shrugged, pushing the tray with the beaker sitting on it away so they could write.

“I don’t.” Y/N said, answering the questions on her packet.

“Please? We can go to your house next time.” Peter begged, and she finally conceded.

“Fine, but we have to do it again before finals in two weeks.” She told him, and he was smiling.

“Of course.” When she looked up he stole another kiss, and the two quickly got back to work before their professor could say anything else.

~

“Just stay the night.” Peter said as Y/N yawned for the fourth time. She was nose deep in her notebook, not having looked up for the past hour. since their last break. When she finally did look at Peter, her vision was slightly blurry. She rubbed her eyes, and while she was blinded Peter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the bed. She laughed as she heard him kick the books and writing utensils off the bed, turning smiley and giggly when he began planting kisses on her face.

“My housemates are expecting me.” She said, but she moved her arms to hold him closer, snuggling into his chest.

“They know you’re with me.” He told her, hearing her groan. “What is it?” He asked, and she just whined.

“I’m still wearing jeans.” She sighed, which only made him laugh.

“You can have one of my shirts.” He got up, and she blearily sat up on the bed too, stripping. She caught the shirt he threw at her, putting it on as he took off his clothes in favor of a pair of red sleep pants. She grabbed her phone, texting her house group chat, before turning it off and snuggling under the covers. Peter walked to the other side, doing the same before holding her close. She turned in his arms so they were spooning, smiling as he ran his hands over her body before settling on her waist. He kissed her cheek softly, making her copy the movement with her lips even though his face wasn’t there. She was just so tired that it felt like the right thing to do.

“Goodnight.” She mumbled, brain tired. She couldn’t fall asleep, however, even though she was exhausted. There was something on her chest, something she had been thinking about in the months that Peter and her had been dating. She turned in his arms, facing him as he pulled her closer. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he was still barely awake.

Her tired brain closed her eyes before spewing out the bit of nonsense she wanted to keep a secret.

“I love you.” She mumbled, too tired to realize how royally she screwed up.

“I love you too, Gwen.” She froze in his arms. She may have been exhausted, but she knew she hadn't heard wrong. She opened her eyes, then pushed him away. She got out of bed, her body feeling numb.

He called her a different name.

She thought that he really liked her. Even if he didn’t love her, she never thought he would say a different name. This was next level betrayal, one she wasn't sure they would recover from.

“Y/N?” He whispered, sitting up in the bed. “Where’re you going?”

“Who’s Gwen?” She asked lowly, making him freeze.

“What?” Their voices could barely even be heard over the sound of the street below them.

“You called me Gwen.” She mumbled, tears beginning to cloud her vision as she went to grab her pants. To her utter heartbreak, Peter didn’t deny it. He didn’t explain, didn’t tell her anything. He just sat, frozen in silence. “Nothing? Really?” She felt a couple tears fall as she went to grab her phone and gather her school supplies under the dim light peeking through the curtains.

“Y/N, please. There’s,” Y/N paused, thinking he would explain, but he couldn’t get anything else out. She finished grabbing her stuff before walking out the door, not even saying goodbye. Peter put his head in his hands, then laid back on the bed, fighting tears.

Y/N, meanwhile, was walking home, wiping tears from her eyes as she shook with the cold. She hadn’t grabbed her sweatshirt, and she only wanted to cry more when she realized she was only wearing Peter’s thin shirt.

It was a long walk home.

~

“Y/N, please, let me explain.” Peter begged as they began the experiment for the day. She simply began to sort the materials, acting as if she hadn’t heard him. “Please, you don’t understand, I-“

“Can you get me the measuring beaker?” Y/N asked, cutting him off. She tilted her head but didn’t look at him, fearing she might cry if she did. Peter let out a small breath and nodded, going to the back of the class. While he was gone, Y/N let out a couple tears, wiping her face before Peter could see.

“Gwen, she was my girlfriend a couple years ago. She was - she was my first love.” Peter started to say, but Y/N turned the other way. She was crying, wiping her face before the tears could fall all the way down her face.

“Peter, please.” She whispered, trying not to hiccup.

“No, you need to know.” Peter began to speak again, and Y/N shook her head. She couldn't stay in there, grade be damned.

“Please leave me alone.” She mumbled, grabbing her bag and leaving before Peter could do anything.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Parker. Better get to work.” Their professor said, watching Y/N walk out of the class. Peter put his head in his hands, not sure what to do. He knew he needed to talk about it, and if he could have gotten the words out Y/N would have understood. But he couldn’t tell her, he couldn’t tell anyone because he couldn’t speak about it without getting choked up.

He had to fix this.

~

Peter hadn’t fixed anything by finals, even though he had sent countless texts and called her a million times. Because they didn’t have a lab final, Peter didn’t see her for a couple weeks, and he was getting more and more worried that she would never forgive him. He wanted her, wanted to spend time with her and get to know her better and love her more.

But he couldn’t do anything if he couldn’t find her. He thought about going to her house, begging for her forgiveness, but he was sure that her housemates already knew about him and the fact that he fucked up.

It was almost Christmas now, meaning it was cold outside. Peter tried to stay in at night, since it was too cold to be swinging around, but crime happened a lot at night. He was just heading in when he heard a scream. It was female, and it sounded like she was terrified. He quickly jumped away from the building and began swinging the short distance to the girl, hoping to get there in time.

“Help me!” Peter’s blood ran cold as he realized that he knew who was screaming - Y/N. She was screaming and crying, and he knew she was in trouble.

“Get your hands off of her!” Peter yelled as he saw two men hurting her, one holding her against the wall and the other going through her bag. Peter jumped into action immediately, not pulling his punches as he beat down. Y/N slid down the wall, clutching her throat where the man had been choking her. When Peter had finally knocked both men out and webbed them to the ally wall.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?” Peter was at her side in an instance, crouching down to check her. Her neck was becoming splotchy, and he knew it would bruise soon. He brushed her hair out of her face, hands slightly shaking.

“You know my name?” She whispered, voice hoarse. Peter’s heart raced, but he knew it was the time for no more lies. He pulled his mask off his face, watching her face change in realization. “Peter?” He saw her face go from shock to hurt, and he knew now was the time.

“Can I take you to my apartment? I just want to explain and make sure you’re okay.” He stood and extended a hand, giving her room to decline. She looked from his hand to him, and he offered a timid, shy smile. She didn’t return it, but she did take his hand to stand.

“Are you going to swing us?” She asked as he put on his mask. He grabbed her bag, handing it to her like a peace offering.

“Unless you’d rather take the subway.” He out his arm for her to walk closer, and she did, heart beating fast as their bodies pressed together. He put an arm around her, and she held on tight, eyes squeezing shut in fear as he shot a web and pulled them into the air. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, only slightly screaming out of respect for his ears. She heard Peter chuckle, which made her open her eyes. The wind stung them slightly, but she enjoyed the pretty lights that flashed as they swung through the air. When they finally landed on Peter’s fire escape, Y/N took a second before letting go of him. He didn’t rush her, but he reluctantly removed his arm from around her when she stepped back. She still wouldn’t look at him, so he opened the window and climbed in. He helped her in, then shut the window behind him. Peter took off his mask, but otherwise he stayed quiet and still in the corner of the room.

“Well?” Y/N was facing his bed, only the side of her face visible to him. He cleared his throat, playing with his mask in his hands.

“Just, please listen until the end.” Peter begged, knowing that if Y/N were to cut him off he would never get the chance to tell her the truth. When she nodded, Peter continued. “Gwen was my first love. We - I was stupid. She was the first one I told about Spider-Man, she - her dad was a great officer. He - he died helping me. As Spider-Man. And then she,” Peter’s voice was strained, tears already falling down his cheeks. Y/N still didn’t look at him, arms crossed and tears already flowing.

Peter took a deep breath before finishing the story.

“One day our friend, he was - he wasn’t himself. He was dying and sick, and he tried to take her. I-I mean he did take her. He dropped her down a clock tower, and I tried to catch her - I did catch her at first, but she kept falling, and the more me and him fought, the farther down she would fall. Until finally,” Peter sniffled, wiping a hand over his face. He was still looking at Y/N who was now looking the complete opposite way. “Finally, she fell. And I tried - I webbed her, to catch her, and I grabbed a pipe to stop, but it wasn’t soon enough she,” Peter let out a sob, and finally Y/N snapped her head to him, the two making eye contact. “She died because of me. And I have never been able to forgive myself.” It didn’t matter what was going on between the two, that Y/N was still partially upset about him calling her a different name, she was suddenly by him and holding him close, the two crying against each other.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.” She rubbed his back as he sobbed, wishing she could take his pain away. She couldn’t imagine watching someone die, let alone trying to save them and them still dying.

“It was years ago, but I’ve never been able to tell anyone. And I love you, Y/N, I do. And I want to be with you and I want you to love me. I know you do. I also know I totally ruined it and I feel terrible about it because I haven’t felt this way since-“ Before he could start crying again, Y/N moved to kiss Peter, bringing his face to her own with a hand.

“It’s okay, Peter.” She said, their foreheads pressed against each other as they parted. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I was just so hurt,” She trailed off, and the two kissed again.

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you, Y/N L/N.”

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[chudleycanonficfest]

Took Far Longer Than It Should've

Day 9, Story #1 is by CandyMan91

Title: Took Far Longer Than It Should've Author: CandyMan91 Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Prompt: Soulmate AU Rating: General Audiences

A calm and quiet morning Ron Weasley woke up like it was any other day, except it wasn’t any other day, it was his birthday. Excitedly, he walked down the stairs in his too-short pyjamas that once belonged to his brother Charlie and settled down at the dinner table. 

His mother had made him his favorite, pancakes with a side of bacon and pumpkin juice. As they sang happy birthday Ron suddenly felt a slight warm sensation on his left wrist, he dismissed it as nervousness or perhaps hunger. As he reached for the syrup the left sleeve of his pyjama shirt rolled up.

“What’s that?” asked Ginny sitting on the chair on the left of Ron.

“What’s what?” asked Ron as he poured the syrup over his pancakes.

“That mark on your wrist,” Ron turned his wrist over and indeed there was a stranger mark on his wrist. It looked to be a dog similar to a Crup, except it was missing its forked tail, a Jack Russel terrier if Ron was correct. There used to be one at Uncle Bilius’s place back when he was alive. 

However, there was also a different mark, unlike the other which was a dark maroon. This one looked like a faint periwinkle blue. It was also not a dog, but instead an otter. It looked as if the dog was chasing the otter, but not like a hunter chasing its prey, but like a playmate.

This conversation was brought to their mother’s attention and as she settled her eyes on Ron’s stranger mark she gasped. 

“Arthur!” she said in a loud voice. Ron’s father’s eyes shot up from his copy of the Daily Prophet, and as he saw the random mark on Ron’s wrist, his eyes widened beyond what Ron thought was possible. He looked at his wife as if to ask what to do, before he cleared his throat and settled down the newspaper.

“Listen son,” said his father. “There are special people in the magical world, more so in certain ways than if I may say powerful wizards like Albus Dumbledore.” Ron nodded, not getting his father’s explanation. “When these people turn 10 years of age, something weird occurs to them. They like you get marks.”

Ron’s eyes nearly bulged out of their skull, was his father serious? Was he really more special than the most powerful wizard since Merlin?

“They are known as soulmates,” said his father. “They are people who are destined to belong to one another. That mark you have on your wrist is or will appear on your soulmate at 10 years of age.” 

So that was it. He had the same mark as another person, and according to his father that person and he were destined to be together. Ron could see by his parents’ faces that although it seemed like good news, they weren’t necessarily good ones.

“But,” said his mother. “You see Ronnie, some people are quite jealous or confused about this. When it’s time for you to grow up and get a girlfriend or a boyfriend, they won’t necessarily be your soulmate. And as such they won’t even bother staying with you, because to them someone with a soulmate is as good as stolen.”

Ron gulped, was that what made him so special? A sort of brand that turned him into some sort of freak?

“If you want to we can hide it of course,” said his mother hurriedly as he saw his face fall at the news. Ron couldn’t have nodded faster. Her mother went to her room and returned with Bill's old leather wristband. As she wrapped it around his mark he couldn’t help but ask.

“How will I know when I meet them?” 

His mother gave him a warm encouraging smile. “You just will.”

On a simple house in Hampstead Hermione Granger couldn’t believe it. It was her birthday, not only on a Saturday giving her free time to read any book she liked and avoid her teasing and mocking classmates, but a witch had just turned into a cat in front of her. She couldn’t believe it, she was a witch, that’s why she could never fit in. She was special, and she was going to a place with special people like her.

It was her father who had brought up the thing as they had decided to dub it. 

“Is that why Hermione has that peculiar mark on her wrist?” Professor McGonagall, if Hermione was correct, looked strangely at her father. Her mother put her hand on Hermione’s back, who felt her cheeks go pink at the attention. She removed the ribbon she used to hide the thing.

Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened as they saw a periwinkle blue otter being playfully chased by a Jack Russel terrier, unlike the otter the dog was a faint dark red or maroon.

“Oh my,” escaped from her mouth, before she realized it.

“Oh my?” repeated Hermione’s mother.

Professor McGonagall proceeded to explain everything she could about Soulmates, how they worked, their view in the wizarding world, as she continued to speak fear began to set in Hermione. Of course it wouldn't be that simple, as she asked what they could do the old witch suggested hiding the mark until she was older. It looked like Hermione would have to wear her red ribbon for a while longer.

Ron Weasley was talking to Harry Potter and not only that, but it seemed that he liked him as much as Ron was beginning to like the legendary boy. As he brandished his wand about to show his new friend a spell that hopefully turned his old grey rat yellow he was interrupted by the arrival of a girl.

She had bushy brown hair, a button nose, along with buck teeth, but she was still pretty. She has asked the same question as the other boy that had come through moments ago, as their eyes met Ron felt a tug in his stomach and he had to gulp and look away when he thought he was about to blush under her gaze. He missed as she too settled her gaze away from him.

He cleared his throat and hoped Fred and George hadn’t tricked him.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.” he said, and nothing happened. He felt incredibly embarrassed and the pretty girl wasn’t making it any easier.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good is it?” And Ron stopped listening after she started rambling on. Maybe looks were deceiving as his mother said, as the pretty witch looked to be everything but sociable. “–I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?” 

“I’m Ron Weasley”

She didn’t know what she had done wrong, she was trying to help him. Perhaps, she had been a tad bossy or maybe she could have phrased it a bit better, but was she really as annoying in the Wizarding World as she was in the Muggle one. Perhaps, her classmates hadn’t been wrong about her.

And she wondered just why Ron’s words had hurt her more than any other. It had hurt enough for her to break down and go to the girl’s bathroom and miss not only her classes, but the Hallowe’en Feast as well.

As Hermione got out of the bathroom stall she was faced with horror as a troll was right in front of her, its foul smell filling the bathroom. She screamed, and then the door banged open. Had the teachers come for her? But, she only heard a slight familiar voice… and Ron’s voice.

As the troll’s club fell down on its small head and the three went back to the Gryffindor Tower they all thanked each other and went to bed. Why hadn’t she recognized Harry’s voice, but Ron’s voice was something like the voice of an old friend? The boy barely tolerated her, and he made no attempt at hiding it.

As she woke up the next morning she joined Harry and Ron on their way to breakfast. Ron went to talk to his brothers about something she hadn’t heard clearly leaving her alone with Harry.

“Thank you,” she said. “Again, for saving me… If you hadn’t got there in time…” she didn’t finish her sentence as a shiver ran down her spine at the memory of the beast.

“You should thank Ron,” said Harry to Hermione’s surprise. Her expression must have told Harry something because the next moment he was explaining himself. “I reminded him that you were still in the bathroom, and you didn’t know.” The green-eyed boy looked at the back of his ginger best friend. “Never saw anyone run that fast.” 

Hermione too looked at the back of Ron, but instead of admiration as Harry had shown her cheeks went pink.

They were at a DA meeting, she looked as beautiful as ever of course. They were practicing their Patronus charm, Ron was having a hard time making it Corporeal, for the time being he could only get a wisp of smoke. He tried focusing on his happiest memories, but somehow most of them ended up with Hermione’s face.

But, that would only remind him of the truth, that he had a soulmate somewhere in the world, that destiny had set to screw him up with a bird or a bloke somewhere in the world, that no matter how much he wanted to he could never have what he so wanted, but he couldn’t control himself. He looked at her wild set of brown curls, her beautiful plump lips, her button nose and her beautiful brown eyes. To hell with his soulmate, if he had to carve the mark out of his skin with a knife he would bloody do so if it meant having Hermione.

Suddenly, there was applause and cheering in the room. Ron turned his head and his eyes just couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Hermione had successfully conjured her Patronus, but that wasn’t what shocked Ron, her patronus was an otter. She looked up at him, and seeing him had made her blush as she turned her gaze away from him.

An unrelenting barrage of happiness coursed through him and with the knowledge that Hermione Granger of all people was his soulmate he conjured his own Patronus.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” he casted and a Jack Russell Terrier shot out of his wand and ran around the Room of Requirement, there was another round of applause which was now directed to him. It ran around the room and started chasing around Hermione’s otter, it playfully ran behind the other Patronus and the otter started swimming in the air as Ron’s terrier happily barked at it.

Ron set his eyes back to Hermione who looked as shocked as he had felt moments before, Ron gulped and unwrapped his old leather wristband that he had always been careful to use as a way to cover his mark. The wristband fell to the floor and his mark was available to everyone in the room, with all his Gryffindor courage he walked across the room towards her and showed her his wrist.

The otter which had been a faint periwinkle blue seemed to shine as it was no longer translucent. Hermione gasped as he looked from his wrist back at his eyes. She unlaced that red ribbon she always wore in her right wrist and the same mark appeared. They looked back at each other, and something shunned bright in their eyes, Ron couldn’t take it anymore and he put his lips to hers. He could sense her momentary surprise, before he felt her arms wrapped around his neck.

The gasps, the cheers, everything seemed to pass over their heads. As they detached the look that they had for each other told Ron something.

It Took Far Longer Than It Should've.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #romione #ron x hermione

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Flirt

For @artemis1orion Who requested Can I request a James Potter x reader where they’re kinda enemies since the reader was on slytherin. But whenever the reader gets a chance, she/they jokingly flirt with the marauders except james cuz she can’t actually flirt w ppl they actually like. Till like one day, James confronted the reader abt it cuz he also likes her? 

James Potter x Reader

You wolf whistled from across the great hall, causing a plethora of heads to turn your way, including the boys whom attention you wanted. Your eyes met with Potter’s first and you grinned devilishly at him as he glared. The next boy you looked at was Remus, he was no fun though, he never flirted back with you, then Peter, sure flirting with him was a laugh, but not exactly what you were looking for at the moment. Finally, they landed on Black and you grinned wider, blowing a kiss across the room which he jokingly caught and tossed over his shoulder.

“What do you want Y/L/N?” He called out to you. Most students went back to their eating, but some kept their eyes on you, curious about the encounter.

“Nothing, you’re looking fit!” You yelled back, causing your friend next to you to groan in frustration.

“Y/N, leave it.” They demanded but you were just getting started. Black made a face before grinning, winking at you as he took a seat at the Gryffindor table with his mates. Potter simply continued to glare at you. Tosser. Cute tosser, your brain corrected, and hell, you couldn’t argue with that logic. 

“You look pretty fit too, for a slimy snake!” You grinned cheekily at him wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. 

“Come over here, Black, I’ll show you just how slimy I can be!” He laughed at that shaking his head and giving you a choice finger which you returned happily. You dropped it, letting the boys eat as you went back to your own meal. 

“I don’t know why you do that.” Your friend muttered, “They’re Gryffndors, it’s gross.” You grinned and shrugged. 

“It’s fun! And they’re cute, what harm can it do.” Your friend shook their head and went back to their meal, choosing to just ignore you, but that didn’t dampen your mood. 

  A few days later you were leaving potions and nearly bumped into Remus’s back when he suddenly stopped walking. 

“As much as I’d like to bang you, I mean bang into you, I’d also love it if you kept walking.” You commented, Lupin looked over his shoulder at you and flushed before turning and shoving James through the classroom doorway.

“Go!” He demanded, Potter looked over his shoulder at Remus with a grin, and then past Remus at you and his smile immediately dropped, replacing it with a glare. 

“Come on sweetcheeks,” You gave Remus a toothy grin, “Get that cute butt moving,” His blush only deepened, pleading with James with his eyes to get out of the bloody way. Potter moved and Remus jumped out of your way, you reached up and patted his cheek as you went.

“Such a sweetie you are, Third floor broom cupboard later, see you there.”

“No you won’t!” He managed to squeak out, but you merely laughed, sauntering off down the corridor. 

“Want me to hex them?” You heard Potter ask, so you shot him a glare over your shoulder as you walked.

“I’d like to see you try!” James grumbled angrily to himself and Remus rolled his eyes. 

“Come on mate, it’s not biggie. You know they’re just taking the piss.” Remus assured him, but James wasn’t pacified. 

“They’re a bitch.” He stated, arms crossing over his chest, and Remus looked at him knowingly. 

“Why don’t they ever flirt with you mate, they do it with everyone else.” Sirius asked, tossing an arm around his friends shoulder as they walked down the corridor in the opposite direction of you. 

“I don’t know, but I’m glad they don’t.” He muttered and Sirius and Remus shared a look over their friend's heads, Sirius raising a single eyebrow. 

  “Petey,” You smiled sweetly at the boy, leaning on his desk as he sat next to James in potions, “Could I borrow a quill please?” You made puppy dog eyes at the boy and smiled sweetly, watching happily as he turned beat red. 

“I don’t-” He cut himself off and you leaned further onto his desk, ignoring James’ glares. Peter searched through his bag before looking at you with wide eyes, not used to anyone openly flirting with him how you did. 

“I don’t have an extra,” He admitted and you shrugged, plucking the one from his hands, twirling it between your fingers.

“I’ll just take this one then, love.” He went even redder and nodded his head vigorously.

“Okay!” He squeaked out.

“Y/N, give him back his quill.” Potter demanded, and you laughed. 

“Nope.” You responded, popping your ‘p’. James stood up attempting to snatch the quill from your hand but you danced away from him with a wide smile.

“James it’s fine,” Peter tried to interrupt, but Potter was fed up. Finally, you had been trying to get him to this point for months now. 

“Do something about it, Prongs,” You spat the nickname you often heard his friends using at him like it was a vile insult. He flushed, lurching at you, grabbing your wrist and holding it as he snatched the quill from your hands, handing it back to Peter.

“Now kindly,” He glared at you, “Piss off!” You laughed and rolled your eyes before turning to the table behind them where Remus and Sirius watched the exchange with amused expressions. 

“Boys,” You winked at them, blowing a kiss. 

“Y/N,” They replied. 

“Go away!” Potter shouted, causing a few Gryffindors to snicker, but that didn’t bother you, so you went back to your own desk, sitting down and pulling out a quill to Potter’s horror. He wanted to rip your head off. 

A few weeks later, you sat alone in the library working on an assignment for charms, head resting in one of your hands while the other one twirled your quill. You stared at your parchment, wondering if you concentrated hard enough if the essay would write itself. However, so far, you had little luck. 

Suddenly someone plopped down in front of you and you glanced up, surprised to see James Potter sitting in the previously empty seat. You raised an eyebrow, looking around.

“Where are your goons?” You asked and he went from looking mildly uncomfortable to glaring at you.

“They’re not my goons.” You shrugged, looking back down at your parchment again, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. 

“Whatever you say,” You murmured, sticking the end of your quill into your mouth as you tried to concentrate. Potter didn’t move, so you looked up at him again, “Yes?” You asked, Potter looked as uncomfortable as you felt, shifting awkwardly in his chair, glancing around like he was worried someone might spot him talking to you.

“Do you like Sirius?” He asked suddenly and you scoffed, taking your head.

“No?”

“What about Remus?” You looked at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. Where was he going with this?

“No,” James nodded his head, playing with his hands that were resting on the table. 

“Peter?” He continued and you barked out a loud laugh, earning a glare from a few Ravenclaws sitting a few tables away. Potter shushed you and you flushed slightly, grinning as you shook your head.

“Definitely not.” You assured, rolling your eyes. “Why the interrogation?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulders looking away from you. When he finally looked back you were still staring at him and he flushed slightly, balling his fists up.

“So why do you flirt with them?” He asked, “And not-” He cut himself off, unclenching his fists and laying his hands flat on the table, “Why?” You considered the question with rosy cheeks. 

“I dunno, Potter, it’s fun?” You offered as an answer but it came out as a question. 

“It’s not fun to flirt with me?” 

“Why do you care? You hate me.” 

“I do not.” You looked at him funny.

“Coulda fooled me.” You stated and he looked down at his hands. You were quiet for a moment, waiting for him to get up and leave. But he didn’t. “Why do you care?” You repeated, James looked at you and shrugged his shoulders. 

“I don’t.”

“Okay.” 

“Okay,” He repeated.

“Fine.” 

“Fine,” He was getting annoyed and you smirked slightly, causing him to let out a small laugh. 

“You’re infuriating.” He decided and your smirk turned into a wide grin.

“Thanks, love.” The word fell out of your mouth before you could think better of it and you both blushed furiously. 

“Do you like me?” He asked suddenly and you dropped your quill in shock.

“What?” James held your gaze but you could tell he wanted to look away.

“I said, do you like me?” He puffed his chest out slightly and ran a hand through his messy black curls. You looked at him, trying to decide if you wanted to lie or not. 

“I don’t... not like you.” You offered. He nodded his head, tongue poking out to lick over his lips, and you watched the movement, afraid if you moved the moment would be broken and he would be gone. 

“Right. Right. Well, I don’t, erm, not like you either.” He responded and you looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Right.” 

“Right.” 

“So...” 

“So?” He repeated, as you both sat there, cheeks red. 

“What... What now?” You asked and James shrugged slightly, looking helpless. He ran his fingers through his hair again and you wanted to reach out and touch his soft curls. 

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” The question came out rushed and all at once. It took you a minute to process it, and for a moment he thought you weren’t going to answer before finally you nodded your head. 

“Alright.” James’ face broke into a grin and he nodded his head, standing up from the table. 

“Brilliant. I will see you then.” 

“We have class together tomorrow.” 

“Right,” He nodded, standing in front of you, “Then I’ll see you then.” He waved and turned to walk away before stopping and coming back to you, you raised an eyebrow when he pointed a finger at you, eyes shining slightly in a way he had never looked at you before. “Stop flirting with my mates.” He stated and you smirked, laughing. 

“Alright, deal.” 

“Good, see you tomorrow, Y/N.” 

“See ya James.”

#Harry Potter #James Potter #James Potter x reader #james potter x yn #james potter x you #request

[xoxo-teddybear]

Oh, The Lies You Tell - Bakugou Katsuki - pt. 1

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, abuse, betrayal, fluff, slice of life, smut, cursing, manipulation, possible spoilers, physical harm, 18+

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Ep. Warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse and manipulation, slice of life(ish), manga spoilers!!

A/N: Ok so this is just what I daydream about, and since ima tv addict, I’m involving some “Avatar: The Last Airbender” related things, but a little different. This is more of an introduction to our character but I hope you enjoy!

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

Summary: It’s Y/N’s first day at UA.....as a “former” villain

“Y/N L/N. She’s a new transfer student. Treat her with your respect and do your best to take care of her.” The tired teacher spoke.

“.......Hey. Please treat me well.” The intimidating girl said as she bowed in respect.

Now if you were to see Y/N on the streets as a stranger, you wouldn’t even think she would have this threatening aura. The class agreed. She’s gorgeous. From a far, you would think she’s a sweetheart, But the girl had a cold, calm stare in her E/C eyes. There was actually no way to describe it. It was just chilling to the bone.

Not only that, but it was clear you were a little rebel. Mainly because of the way you decided to change up your uniform. Your sleeves were torn off to make your button up top some sort of tight fitted turtle neck with a tie that was complimenting your busty figure. Especially since it was tightly tucked into your skirt, pressing against your torso instead of loosely sitting in there like the other girls. You also added a small dark brown belt to cover where your skirt and top meet. Your waist gave the perfect show of how curvaceous you truly were. Your thighs were deliciously thick and your ass must’ve been a perfect peach, considering it caused your skirt to seem a little too small for you. Instead of the typical shoes and knee high socks, you opted for thigh high dark brown leather boots that folded at the top to match your belt. No heel though, of course. Gotta keep it casual. You finished off your rebellious look with a pair of black leather fingerless gloves. Do you look like trouble? Yup. Do you look hot as hell though? You bet.

“You may be seated next to Katsuki Bakugou.” Your new teacher spoke. Before anybody else could give an indication of who this “Bakugou” boy was, an electric blonde spoke up.

“Be careful with that one pretty lady, he’s our resident hot head.” The boy spoke while the entire class giggled.

“Shut it dunce face.” Your eyes shifted from one blonde to another. This time with a spiky head of ash blonde hair and piercing red eyes. As you walk towards your new seat, you made eye contact with the spiky blonde, you saw the look on his face. Just like everyone else, a face of fear and shock, except this time the person didn’t know who you were.

Bakugou could definitely say upon first glance, you were definitely something fierce. It threw him off just how powerful your presence was. He quickly turned away as you took your seat.

As class began, everyone had their eyes on Y/N. Some admiring her beauty, others wary of her aura, and some too nervous to mention their newfound fear of her. In the middle of Mr. Aizawa’s boring lecture, a scratch at the door could be heard.

‘A scratch?’ Everyone thought. But Y/N knew exactly who it was.

When Mr. Aizawa went to open the door, in came what appears to be a wolf-dog. Mr. Aizawa seemed to casually accept it and just expected you to explain. He was too tired to deal with this crazy shit.

“Oh..there you are Rumor. Took you long enough to find this place.” The creature, also somehow intimidating, simply just huffed at the girl and layed down next to her seat in between her and Bakugou.

“L/N, please explain to the class why Rumor is here. They clearly seem to be confused.” Y/N looked around the room to see her new classmates staring at her and her furry friend.

“*sigh* he’s my animal companion.” You simply stated. Apparently it didn’t satisfy your peers because a freckled, green haired boy spoke up.

“Animal companion? Like a service dog?” The timid boy asked. You secretly rolled your eyes at the fact you’ll have to answer this question again. That is until Bakugou spoke.

“You damn nerd, if he was a service dog, she woulda said that now, don’t ‘cha think?” ‘Dunce face and a damn nerd huh? Wonder what new nickname this hedgehog will give me.’ Your little quip made you give the smallest smile with a quiet laugh to yourself

What you didnt realize was that during your little moment, Bakugou was watching you the entire time. He fought the blush that was threatening to rise and successfully won. ‘The hell?’ Bakugou thought. Since when did he blush?

“He’s right. Rumor isn’t my service dog, he’s my animal companion. And no, not my pet. He’s more like a close friend. My best friend if anything. He’s also not a dog either, he’s a changeling.” You explained hoping someone else knew what a changeling was. Thankfully, the “damn nerd” did.

“Changeling? I thought they were just a myth.” He said. “What the heck is a changeling, Deku?” You turned and saw it was a girl with a round face and pink cheeks. ‘Deku? How rude’ you thought to yourself.

“Changelings were rumored to be magical like beasts who could take the form of any animal they chose. Those forms could be as real as eagles and bears or as mythical as dragons and unicorns. They could also change the size of their form too. Am I right, L/N?” Deku asked you.

“You’re completely right, Deku.” The green haired boy blushed at his nickname on your tongue. “Rumor can be any creature I command. His wolf-dog form is his casual form though. It’s the form he took at birth I guess.”

“You guess?” Bakugou asked.

“Yes, I guess. I didn’t have Rumor since he was born. I found him while I was on a walk in the forest. We just clicked, and he followed me home. That’s when I discovered his powers and what he was, and seeing that changelings were only rumored to have existed, I thought it would’ve been a fitting name. We’ve been together ever since, and not only does he work as a friend, he’s a fighter too. He’s like a partner to me which is exactly why principle Nezu allowed him to attend UA with me. I guess you could say he’s part of my...uhm..quirk” You thoroughly explained. You couldn’t help it. You loved talking about Rumor. He was your best friend and definitely one of a kind.

Rumor looked up at you and barked. You turned to pet him on the head and gave him a little smile. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the resident hot head, which once again caused him to fight back a blush. ‘The fuck is going on with me today?’ The blonde thought to himself. Finally satisfied with the answers, the class picked up where they left off and continued to learn about quirks which didn’t seem all that useful to you since....you don’t have one.

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Later

“Remember, we will all be meeting at gym gamma tomorrow morning, so don’t bother coming to the classroom. Just meet up there with any comfortable gym wear.” Mr. Aizawa said at the end of the day.

“Yes sir!” The class all said. “L/N stay behind, I need to speak to you and Rumor.” The tired teacher said with a yawn.

“Yes sir.” You calmly replied.

As the class gathered their things to leave, some came up to speak to you. First it was Deku and the round faced girl.

“Welcome to UA L/N. My name is Izuku Midoriya!” Deku said.

“Oh my apologies. I thought I heard that your name was Deku.” You said so nonchalantly with your sweet voice.

“Well it’s just a nickname that started up with Kacchan.” The boy was now blushing in slight embarrassment while rubbing the back of his head.

“Kacchan? I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is.” You said.

“Oh right! My bad, Kacchan is Bakugou. It’s a name I gave him during our childhood.” He stated.

“Seems a little mean.” You chuckled

“Yeah but he’s always been like that.” The boy smiled with a small laugh.

“I think I can tell. He must be really nice to Deku and Dunce face.”

You both shared a laugh at your little sarcastic poke at the explosive blonde that the girl was feeling a little left out.

“Anyways, I’m Ochako Uraraka! I was really hoping I could talk to you more but Deku over here can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.” the girl slightly teased.

“Meh. No worries. We’re gonna be stuck together for the next few years. We have plenty of time to get to know each other.” You so kindly spoke as you gathered your stuff.

“Totally! We can-“ Uraraka was cut off by a very handsome two toned boy with a scar. He definitely reminded you of some you knew. You watched as he came up to speak to Midoriya.

“Hey, Midoriya. Did you want to...” you tuned out his conversation. You simply just stared at him in awe. No doubt about it. He was definitely Dabi’s brother. But he was a whole lot more handsome.

The boy caught onto your staring and introduced himself.

“Hello L/N, my name is Shoto Todoroki. You may know me from my father, Endeavor, but I assure you, I’m nothing like him. In fact it’s safe to say I hate him.” He stated ever so calmly. ‘Wow. So blunt. And I guess hating Endeavor runs in the family’

“Hey it’s fine. I get it, daddy issues.” You nervously laughed but this seemed to strike an interest in Todoroki as he seem to have wanted to continue bashing both of your fathers until he was interrupted by Bakugou.

“You’re in my way Icy-hot.” ‘Jeez, another nickname?’ You thought.

“Then move to another side.” Todoroki quickly came back with.

This caused you to now openly give a quiet laugh, you could already tell what kind of relationship those two have. During your small laugh, Bakugou once again caught himself staring, except this time, he was caught. And it was by you.

You both made eye contact once again. As he stared into your E/C colored eyes, and you stared into his rubied gems, you both grew a slight blush on your cheeks and the 3 standing next to you both took notice.

“Hey..” you sweetly said.

“..........hey.” He replied and quickly looked away embarrassed. That peaceful little moment made your heart stir. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time. If felt calming, loving, happy...and weird and confusing. Thankfully, Dunce face came up to flip the switch.

“Wow Kacchaaannn,” the electric blonde said wiggling his brows. “Never seen you blush like that. You got a little crush on the new gir-“

“SHUT UP SPARK PLUG!” Bakugou exclaimed as he quickly made his way out of the classroom.

“Hey why you gotta be so mean all the time man!” Dunce face cried out.

“I SAID SHUT UP” Bakugou screamed from down the hall. ‘Well he certainly is interesting.....and cute’

“Ah jeez, whatever,” the blonde sighed before you seemed to have caught his attention.

“Well hey there pretty lady,” he started “I’m Denki Kaminari and you are one gorgeous girl. And you definitely got a rockin’ bod-“ he was cut off by our scary teacher.

“That’s enough Kaminari, I need to speak to L/N. Now all of you, out.” He commanded.

They all took their leave thinking about how cool and kind you were. Oh how wrong they were. The little act you put up sure was convincible. Hell, the only thing you genuinely meant was that Todoroki and Bakugou were cute and the blush that came up whenever Bakugou stared at you. You still couldn’t explain it but you brushed it off.

When all were gone, you mentally took notes of their names and possible quirks.

Izuku Midoriya. Alias: Damn Nerd and Deku. Quirk: unknown.

Ochako Uraraka. Alias: unknown. Quirk: unknown.

Shoto Todoroki. Alias: Icy-hot. Quirk: possibly related to cold and heat

Denki Kaminari. Alias: Dunce Face and Spark Plug. Quirk: possibly related to electricity

Katsuki Bakugou. Alias: Kacchan. Quirk: unknown

“L/N.” Your teacher snapped you out of your quick thought and got you focused.

“You seemed to be very comfortable with telling them about Rumor.” Mr. Aizawa said with an eyebrow raised.

“Well he is my best friend. I could go on and on about Rumor for hours if people didn’t stop me. And you can’t lie, he is pretty interesting. Especially his fighting style. You would know all about that, wouldn’t you....Eraser Head?” You said with a sinister smile.

You were well aware that Aizawa knew Rumor’s capabilities very well. You were also aware he knew much about yours too. I mean, you both have fought each other before. And one of you almost didn’t make it out alive. Hint hint, it wasn’t you.

“You are to address me as Aizawa Sensei or Mr. Aizawa, Titania.” He sternly said.

“Ouch, the villain name? I thought the past was the past. There’s a good inside me, dont you remember? You were the one who said it after all. You were even the one who recommended an S-Class villain like me should join UA.” You snidely replied.

*flashback*

As you fought against the skilled pro, you could tell he was getting weaker and weaker by the second. You used your air bending to push him back, crushing him into the wall, and keep him far away. Before you could send Rumor in to finish the job, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Kurogiri? What are you doing here?” You stopped fighting and quickly turned to your superior in a fearful and shaky manner. Although you were much stronger than him and could easily take him down, you knew better. Your mind had already been so manipulated into thinking you were the weakest villain in the league, when it reality, you were strong enough to take down Shigaraki in a snap...but you didn’t need to know that.

Eraser Head, too tired and beaten to even pick himself up off the ground watched the interaction from the distance.

“You were told to collect intel, not fight a pro.” The black fog stated.

“Well yes, but he tried to stop me an-“ he silenced you with a smack to the face. Kurogiri was a respectful man...in ways...but he was just following orders on how to treat Y/N.

“If he tried to stop you, you run away.” He said, matter of factly.

“But he-“ once again, he cut you off but this time with a louder voice.

“But nothing! You were to gather intel and report back to base. Not fight. If you got into trouble, you are to run away, and use your bending and Rumor as assistance.” He stated.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.” You said with your head bowed down in dishonor.

Aizawa could already tell from afar how controlled you were. In past fights, he’s noticed how you were so quick to succumb to any villain in the league, and you were always so willing to go back to them no matter how many times you could’ve ran away on your own. It was like they had something you needed, or more so it was them that you needed. For survival, perhaps?

“Did you even gather the information we needed?” Kurogiri asked.

Your silence gave him all the answers he needed. With a disappointing glare he reached for you, when you flinched at just the slighted movement, Aizawa knew something was wrong. Yes you were a villain, but it was clear you were also a manipulated child. So he acted quick, and attacked Kurogiri, knocking him out, and grabbed you. Before you both took off, you threw one of your earrings at kurorgiri’s unconscious body, knowing he’ll know what to do once he sees it. As he ran with you, he took notice of the animal behind him that followed you. When he finally landed on a cliff hanging over the city, he placed you down to sit on the grass and looked at you before speaking.

“I can see it. All of it. They’re controlling you aren’t they?” The pro-hero spoke.

“Excuse me? Nobody is controlling anybody! I choose to follow orders!” You yelled as Rumor came up to you.

“What is that thing?” Aizawa asked.

“He’s my friend and you won’t harm him!” You said while grabbing onto Rumor.

The pro took note of that word you used. Friend. Villains don’t have friends, they don’t have anybody but goons and partners in crime. Literally. You were definitely different compared to these other villains.

“I have no intentions on harming you or your friend.” The pro spoke.

“So what do you want with me.”

“....Simple. I want you to go to school, live in the dorm rooms, eat good food, train more to become better as a person and fighter, and make more friends. I see a good in you Titania, you deserve a good life. Not one controlled by villains where you do their bidding for what? Survival?” Aizawa said as he crossed his arms while looking at you.

You were in shock. He was able to figure you out. Well, he figured out why you were with the league. Survival. But it doesn’t matter, you were so brainwashed that you were convinced anyone outside the league wanted to kill you...at least that’s what the LOV told you.

“I don’t want to go to school, I want to go back home to the league.” You said while looking down and holding onto your furry friend.

“Home? UA could give you a better home.”

You looked up in shocked at his words. He wanted you to attend school at UA? You know that place. That’s the one place where the league has been so invested in ever since All Might joined the staff there. Suddenly, an idea came into thought. You knew exactly how you were gonna get into the league’s good graces and out of the cold shadow.

“UA?....That’s where you want me to go? How the hell am I supposed to get in there? I’m a known villain genius.” You sarcastically said.

“A villain hidden behind a full face mask. People don’t know your true identity, and did you ever think that maybe the league wants it that way?” He said

“Are you saying you know who I truly am?” You questioned him.

“No, but that doesn’t matter right now. If you want to go to UA, I can help you. I’m a teacher there and I can put in a good word for you. Sure it will take a lot of convincing but I’m willing to do it. Using UA as a reformatory program for you could be benefitting you in more ways than one. So if going to UA is what you really want, I’m more than happy to help you Titania.”

You couldn’t believe it. Your heart was so excited. You were finally going to get away from this horrible life of crime and killing. Away from the abuse and blood. Away from the league. But your brain was telling you to deny it all. You were safer with the league, everyone is out to get you, and you will die without the villains help. But a bark broke you out of thought.

You turned to your side to see what seems to be a smile on Rumor’s face. He was wagging his tail and sticking his tongue out while giving you puppy dog eyes. It appears he knew what was going on and he seemed excited. For your best friend, the world. So you gave in...happily.

“Y/N.” You said while getting up off the ground.

“Huh?” The pro spoke.

“My name is Y/N L/N, and I’d be happy to join UA.” You said with a smile and tears of joy filling you eyes. Rumor happily barked at the pro as well.

“Well alright then,” the pro said sticking out his hand for you to shake, “Y/N L/N, welcome to UA.”

As you shook his hand your smile held a thousand words. Happiness, excitement, villainy, and sin. Sure you were going to benefit yourself, but you were also going to benefit the league.

*Present Time*

“I was hoping I’d get more respect from you considering I was the one who got you into UA,” Aizawa tiredly said while turning his head towards the ceiling and crossing his arms. “But I guess that mischief and attitude just comes with the deal.”

“Correct.” You simply said.

“So are you willing to tell them what your “quirk” is? You seemed so open about Rumor, I thought your powers would be the same.” Aizawa pressed on.

“Not sure yet. I only just met the students. They seem nice.” You said while looking at your now very interesting shoes.

“They’re a crazy bunch, but they’re incredible friends. They could be great friends to you too Y/N.” You looked back up at him with hope, but quickly remembered why you were there in the first place.

The teacher took noticed of this and continued. “Either way, they’ll have to see what you got tomorrow. In gym gamma we’ll be doing some sparring including our quirks, so you’ll have to show them all that you can do.” He said.

He saw how that made you nervous. Not because you were scared to speak about or show your abilities, but because you knew you would be hit with thousands of questions. Oh how annoyed you must be.

“Understood.” You said to him as if you were a soldier. He won’t get used to that. He’ll have to make sure you know it’s ok to speak to people as..well people, and not like everyone is your superior.

“Good,” he began to walk to his yellow sleeping bag to pick it up, “now head to the front of the school. I left an escort for you to help guide you to your dorm room. That person will also be a guide in all things UA for you so be nice. You’ll be stuck with them for awhile. That is all, you can go now.”

As you and Rumor made your way to the front, you had so many questions going on in your mind. Should you make new friends or keep them at a distance? Should you completely drop the league and join UA? Should you blow your cover and expose why your truly there? What to do, what to do.

When you made it to the front, you finally saw your escort, and you couldn’t help but give a little smirk.

“Hey..”

A/N: If y’all wanna see the clothes that inspired Y/N’s uniform, check this out!!!

A/N: Damn guys, I know I’ve only just started writing but this is kinda the story I imagine in my mind at night. So I thought it would be fun to give it to reality. So here’s my first FanFic😅 hopefully it doesn’t turn out too terrible, but I promise to work on my skills and improve. Also, if you need a reference to what Y/N’s uniform looks like, search up “Akame from Akame Ga Kill.” That’s the look that heavily inspired Y/N’s new uniform. And if you’re confused on what the boots look like, search up “Lucy Heartfilia thigh high boots,” bc those are the EXACT boots I imagine on Y/N except in a darker brunette color to match the belt. Once again, NOT spell checked so my apologies for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed pt. 1! And if this goes well, tell me if you’d like a pt. 2! I love to hear feedback! Thx <3

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[julemmaes]

Honey - part one

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: today I found a list of prompts that I just l o v e d and I decided to write an Elorcan short story cause I really really love them and I just don’t write them enough, so please enjoy this fluff turned mild angst and then again fluff I guess.

masterlist

Word count: 3,073

Elide would have loved to sleep. To be able to put on the soft plaid pyjamas that Lysandra had given her for her birthday only a few days before and slip under the warm covers - the General Psychology paper sitting in front of her as that black dash at the end of the sentence flashed was her only enemy at that moment.

She huffed, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the soft music coming out of the computer. She didn't know the song, because the playlist she was listening to had been sent to her by Lorcan and she hadn't had time to scroll through the song titles to memorize the ones she liked best. She couldn't even hear the words, just the soothing melody, but she could guess that it was a love song.

After all, every playlist Lorcan made for her to study with consisted mainly of sappy, romantic songs. Quite the opposite from what Lorcan himself represented, with his trademark grumpy, pissed-off attitude.

She giggled wearily, sliding even lower into the pillows as she thought about what their friends would say if they found out that her roommate looked for chill, love songs in his spare time just to help her out.

Elide never had too much time on her hands, always busy between university and the two jobs she worked to support herself, and when she could actually relax she never thought about finding new music, it was far too much work and tiring. But Lorcan wasn't studying and the shifts at the toy shop or the animal shelter were very often lonely and quiet, so he had time to listen to music for hours on end without anyone interrupting him. Only later, when he would have free time and nothing to do but play video games with Aelin and Rowan, would he get on the computer and create yet another playlist with the songs he thought she would like the most.

She was about to fall asleep when she heard Lorcan's scream and several alarms going off all over the neighborhood.

"No, fuck!"

She snapped her eyes open as she sat up and was surprised to find the room shrouded in darkness, the only source of light coming from her computer. She frowned, reaching for the switch and trying to turn the light on and off. Nothing.

She closed her eyes again, banging her head against the headboard.

This was the third blackout in a week. She couldn't take any more. And she could only hope that the alarms would all be turned off within the hour, because the last time, the building next door had taken over three hours to turn off the last one, causing everyone to lose hours of sleep in the middle of the night. She was just waiting for the dogs' barking to start as well.

Her plan to go to sleep early dissolved like candyfloss in water.

"Lorcan? Everything okay?" she said loud enough for the boy to hear. When no answer came she shook her head, huffing.

Elide looked for the phone among the blankets so she could turn on the torch, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She placed the computer on the floor, getting out of bed and paying attention to where she put her feet, "Where the fuck did I leave it?" she muttered to herself, moving the stuff she had on her desk over to the chair. It wasn't even there. She looked down at the bed again and then touched the pockets of the jeans she'd promised herself she wouldn't take off until she was done studying - nada.

She was about to leave the room when the door jerked open, "Ellie?" the computer screen was pointing too low for it to give enough light for Lorcan to see her, "Are you asleep?"

"Nop," she said from across the room, "I can't find my phone."

Lorcan sighed, "Mine's dead."

"Shit." she cursed, she wasn't a fan of the dark, "Do you remember where we put the candles last time?" she asked walking tentatively towards the doorway.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the computer made the worst sound it could have made at that moment, shutting down for good. She didn't worry about the paper that she had to finish, she knew it would be there once she turned it back on.

"I can't believe it," Lorcan muttered. They were plunged into darkness. "Can you make it over here without killing yourself?"

Elide was trying not to panic. She knew there was nothing in the dark, but that stupid childish fear had never really left her and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. It wasn't anything crippling, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant feeling.

She nodded, realizing then that Lorcan couldn't see her, "Yeah, wait."

"Take my hand."

Elide walked with her arms outstretched forward, moving them to avoid hitting the wardrobe or dresser she kept near the door, but her strategy didn't seem to work as she slammed her side into the latter and knocked half the stuff on it to the floor.

She grunted in pain, bringing both hands to the sore spot, "For fuck's sake."

She heard Lorcan chuckle, "What did you hit?"

"I think the dresser," she whined, then raised her head, as if she could see him, "Where are you?"

He snorted, "I'll try to get there. Stay right where you are."

"Where do you want me to go." Elide frowned, speaking so softly that even she struggled to hear herself over all those alarms. Another chuckle was soon broken by a growl of pain, followed by a series of very colourful swear words that made the girl burst out laughing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," continued Lorcan, who, by the sound of the various thumps, was probably hopping on one foot, "I think I stepped on one of your stupid earrings."

"Oh, god," Elide wheezed, more out of exasperation than anything else, "pray you didn't break it because I might kill you."

"It's already taken care of that. We'd only be even if I broke it," he said, cursing as he put his foot back on the ground, "Just stand there and I'll try to pick everything up."

Elide couldn't keep the smile off her lips, "I'll help you."

They hadn't realised how close they actually were, because the second she lowered herself to kneel on the ground, her head slammed into something very hard. She grunted in pain again, bringing her hands to her forehead, but burst out laughing soon after. The situation was getting ridiculous.

"Christ, Elide, are you alright? Please tell me that wasn't your head." asked Lorcan immediately, stretching his hands forward.

Elide didn't know what he had wanted to do, probably make sure her head was still in one piece, but what his hands touched certainly wasn't her head. The laughter died in her throat with a broken sound and before Lorcan realised he was palming her, several moments passed. When he too seemed to come to realisation, he let out a squeak and immediately moved his hands away.

Lorcan squeaked.

"Did you just touch my tits?" asked Elide in a whisper. At the sound Lorcan made, Elide's entire body was covered in shivers.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay." she grinned. Elide managed to sympathize with the darkness in that moment, almost thanking it for hiding what was sure to be the reddest face Lorcan would ever see.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again, "Sorry I didn't mean to knee you in the forehead."

"I think I might have a concussion," she said, deciding to fuck with him.

"Ha ha," he huffed, "very funny."

Elide imagined him frowning more and more, then sighed, "Okay come on, let's go find these damn candles." she pulled herself upright, one hand on her head and the other on her hip, then muttered, "And tomorrow we're going to go buy a supply of electric torches."

She heard him chuckle, "Can you follow me or do I have to hold your hand?"

Without a second thought, she reached out a hand towards where she thought his would be. Only her fingers didn't meet bare skin, but the fabric of Lorcan's sweatpants, who with a surprised yelp took a few steps backwards, "What's that? Are you trying to even the score?" he said amused.

"Please tell me it was anything but your-" the words died in her mouth. She would have rather died and groaned, bringing her hands to her face when he burst out laughing.

"If you wanted to touch all you had to do was ask, babe," he teased.

"Fuck, knock it off," she said throwing a hand forward, at a safe height, and hitting him in the chest with her fist.

He grunted, but grabbed her wrist, finally intertwining his fingers with hers, "Was that so hard?"

She said nothing, but dug her nails into his flesh and that was enough.

She dragged her feet on the floor so she wouldn't risk sticking earrings or anything else in the soles of her feet and when they were finally in the hallway, she didn't worry about where to walk because she was simply following Lorcan. The warmth of his hand clasped in hers was reassuring her greatly.

"How long do you think this will last?" she asked once they reached the kitchen.

"I honestly have no idea," he said. Elide heard the light switch being turned on and then a faint, "Ah, yeah." coming from him.

She giggled, then brought her hand to her mouth as she yawned, "I just wish I could sleep."

"Rough day?" asked Lorcan, opening the hand that was gripping hers. It took her a while to realize that he was silently asking her to let him go. She felt herself flush again for not realizing it right away, and with deep chagrin she pulled her fingers away one by one, immediately missing him.

She nodded, flinching when one of the alarms changed pace, becoming louder and more insistent. She sighed, knowing they were doomed to at least another hour like that, "Classes this morning were boring as hell, but they were important so I spent six hours on books and there was no one at the café this afternoon, which means not getting too tired and not running after every order, but it also means-"

"-no tips. Yes, I know," Lorcan finished for her. She could feel him opening drawers and rummaging through items looking for anything candle-shaped.

"Your day?" she asked, yawning once more.

She heard Lorcan halt, "God, you're exhausted." she didn't answer, so he continued, "Nothing much. They came to adopt one of the newcomers this afternoon though, and I'm pretty positive that family is perfect for that pup."

Elide could hear the smile in his voice.

Lorcan might have seemed like a mean person on the surface, callous. And indeed he was a bit of a jerk if you weren't one of the people he 'put up with', as he always said, but anyone who really knew him could confirm that he was one of the most loyal and trustworthy people ever.

The fact that he worked at an animal shelter and cared about the families to whom the puppies were entrusted or at a toy shop where Elide had often seen him help multiple parents choose the perfect gift were just two of the examples that could be given to prove such a point.

"Good," she murmured.

"Ro's going to kill me," he complained, "We were playing against a bunch of kids online and now they're going to think I quit because we suck."

Elide grinned, "But you guys do suck."

The shuffling sound stopped again, "Say that again. I dare you."

She chuckled, moving a chair and sitting down. She yawned for the third time and furrowed her brow. She didn't like yawning.

"Ellie, what the fuck," Lorcan huffed in disbelief, "help me instead of just sitting there."

She groaned, "You kneed me and I'm dead tired, I have every right to do nothing," she justified herself, "Besides, the light will be back on in a few minutes. Chill out."

"Chill out." he mimicked her voice. Then he cheered, making her gasp, "Found it!"

"Good luck finding the lighter." she whispered, crossing her arms over the table and resting her head on them.

He whistled, "How nice we are tonight," then he closed the drawers slamming them shut one by one and Elide wanted to punch him again for all the noise, "But it doesn't touch me, because it's in my pocket." and then a flame lit up the room just enough for Elide to see his face.

She scowled, "Why do you have a lighter in your pocket?"

The victorious, sly expression Lorcan had had fell away so quickly that for a second Elide thought something had happened or he'd been burned.

She was almost afraid to ask, "Have you started smoking again?"

"No." he answered too quickly.

Elide stood up, throwing her arms in the air, "Lorcan!" she opened her eyes wide, "You quit over three months ago."

He grimaced, "Not really." he spoke so softly she almost didn't hear him.

Her frown deepened, "What do you mean, 'not really'? You're such a dick," she mumbled, shaking her head.

In the meantime he had lit more candles and was arranging them on the kitchen counter, but when he spoke he looked at Elide and she saw that he was holding back from insulting her in turn. "I'm not a dick, I simply didn't tell you that I had resumed..." he trailed off, then huffed, "two weeks after I quit."

Elide opened her mouth wide, "Two we-" then exploded, "Lorcan, it's bad for you.  B-a-d." she spelled, drawing the letters in the air with her finger, "Do you understand that if you keep smoking your lungs will turn so black they'll look like ash?"

Lorcan clenched his jaw, "I know, thanks for reminding me."

Elide crossed her arms over her chest, speaking in a strained tone, "Why did you start again? Why didn't you tell me?"

He turned his back to her at that, with the excuse of arranging the candles around the kitchen better, but Elide knew it was because he didn't want to look at her face. He didn't answer.

"Where are they?"

"What?"

"The cigarettes. The packet? Where is it?" she demanded to know, walking up to him.

Lorcan turned, taking a step back when he realised she was less than a metre away from him. He frowned, "I'm not telling you."

Elide's eyes went wide, "Why?"

"Because you'd snap them all," he said in an obvious tone.

She nodded vehemently, "Yes, exactly!"

Then he sighed, "Can we just let it go?"

"Sure, if you want to let it go that you're going to die of cancer and that you've been lying to me the whole time, we can let it go," she said, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head. Then she huffed out a laugh, "You're unbelievable."

"Ellie, listen, I'm not smoking as much as I used to, we're talking about one to two cigarettes a day at most," he tried to reassure her, running a hand through his hair. She could hear it in his tone of voice that he felt guilty and embarrassed, whether it was because he had lied to her or because she had found out she couldn't tell.

With a little more light brightening up the room, Elide realised only then that he was shirtless.

Fuck, she thought. Lorcan with his shirt off was a feast for the eyes.

She quickly shifted her gaze to the floor as the light returned in a flash and she was forced to close her over-sensitive eyes. They heard the tv turn on again and the melody of the video game fill the silence.

"Thank fuck." Lorcan muttered as almost all the alarms went off. Now only the few that had to be turned off manually and the dogs continued their assault on their ears.

When Elide opened her eyes again, she cursed. There was blood on the tiles. She leaned forward, looking down at the crotch of her jeans to make sure it wasn't hers, even though she knew she wasn't on her period. "Lorcan?" she asked hesitantly, then turned her head towards him, not moving her gaze from the floor, "I think you're bleeding."

"What? Oh fuck." he chuckled. Elide looked up at him at that point and saw him leaning on the table with one hand and placing the ankle of his right foot on his left knee. He looked up at her, "Your earring stabbed me."

A laugh bubbled out of her, "I'm sorry."

Lorcan looked into her eyes and his shone, "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

"I'll help if you want." she offered, then yawned and cursed in the middle of it.

He snorted, one corner of his mouth curled up, "Nah, go to bed. I'll take care of it."

Then she let go a whine, "Oh my god my room is going to look like a crime scene if you managed to get blood in here too."

Lorcan smiled tightly, "I'll take care of that too."

Elide nodded, admiring her friend's bare torso and arms one last time.

If Lorcan noticed, he didn't show it, and Elide was grateful for that moment of discretion, they'd had enough of awkward moments for that evening.

Warning him that she was going to bed, she went into the bathroom, undressing very slowly and slipping into her soft pyjamas. When she returned to her room, she noticed a wet spot on the floor and smiled, realising that he had started cleaning from her bedroom. She shouted a simple "goodnight" to him and without waiting for an answer slipped under the covers, ready for a deep and well-deserved night's sleep.

Just a second before she could fall asleep, the door opened slightly and she heard what could only be Lorcan place something on her bedside table. She couldn't open her eyes or bring herself to talk in that moment to ask him what the hell he was doing, but when she woke up the next morning, two packets of cigarettes and the lighter he'd used the night before sat there.

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Headcanon - when he sees someone else confessing to you

This work, 当他看见你被别人表白, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

The two of you made plans to go for dinner together.

By the time you make your way to LFG after work, Victor has just wrapped up a meeting. After giving him a call, you hover around the entrance, waiting for him to drive the car over. 

“Is that really you?”

You hear a pleasantly surprised male voice from behind. Turning towards the sound of the voice, you’re greeted by an employee from LFG. 

After digging through your brain for a while, you finally recall that the last time you came to LFG to submit a report, you met a new employee who was under Goldman’s wing. 

Back then, he was clearly not used to the working style in LFG, and was making mistakes left and right. Seeing that he was on the brink of tears after receiving a scolding from Goldman, you stepped in to mediate the situation. 

You didn’t expect him to remember you.

“Ever since you helped me, I’ve been looking for you.” He twists and rubs his hands together, looking slightly nervous. He lifts his head. “I’m now the leader of R&D Team A. I... I wonder if you could... be my girlfriend?”

“I’m sorr-”

Even before you finish speaking, you’re interrupted by the car horn of a black Maybach. Thinking about a certain someone’s occasionally difficult personality, you immediately step backwards, putting some distance between the two of you.

“CEO...” The little employee stands straight and stock-still.

Victor nods coldly. Judging from his expression, you can tell that this childish man is jealous again. You place your hands together to form an apologetic pose towards the employee, then pull the car door open, entering it.

The employee’s face grows deathly pale, and he scurries off, as though he has suffered a great blow.

“I’m gone for just a while, and you’re already flirting around?” Victor reaches across your body to strap on your seat belt.

You burst out laughing, planting a chaste kiss on the side of his face. “Victor, I’m very obedient. I rejected him even before you pressed the horn~”

He settles back into his seat and puts on his own seat belt. Starting the engine, his unhappy tone is almost imperceptible. 

“Mm, pretty obedient.”

[ GAVIN ]

In the police station, there are quite a number of energetic men who are full of vigour. Whenever you have nothing to do, you’d take a stroll around the training grounds to look at... Flyer.

Let’s be real - if you dared to look at other men, Loveland City’s No. 1 King of Jealousy, Officer Gavin, will definitely hoist you home on his shoulder, just like he did the last time at your office. 

After retrieving the frisbee from its mouth, you pat Flyer’s head. From the corner of your eye, you notice that Gavin has already finished exchanging pointers with the other officers, and is currently staring in your direction.

You shoot him a smile from afar while giving Flyer a belly rub.

An officer with some grime on his body walks over, handing you a bottle of water. “Whose relative are you?” 

You hesitate for a while before accepting the bottle, thanking him politely.

“I see you here often. I presume you like small animals?” He rubs Flyer’s head. Uncomfortable to be touched by a stranger, Flyer unhappily shies away from the contact.

You immediately reassure Flyer.

Watching how gently you’re treating Flyer, the officer is unable to restrain himself from asking, “Would you consider me? I love small animals too. Want to be my girlfriend?”

Faced with such an unexpected turn of events, you instantly refuse. “Sorry, I already have a boyfriend.” 

“Who’s your boyfriend?” He hasn’t seen you being chummy with any of the guys.

“Her boyfriend flipped you onto the ground earlier.”

Gavin appears from behind the both of you. His forehead is dotted with beads of sweat, and some droplets travel along his defined lower jawline towards his neck region.

“...Captain Gavin.” The officer quivers, straightening up and greeting him with a salute.

Gavin doesn’t even spare him a glance. He stands in front of you, tilting his head downwards slightly. “Help me wipe the sweat off?”

“Mm,” you comply obediently, retrieving a towel from your bag and dabbing it on him gently. You can feel the lingering heat exuding from his post-exercise body, and you hand him the bottle. “Want some water?”

Stung by your intimate display, the officer says an awkward goodbye and leaves.

Gavin twists open the bottle and squats down, giving it to Flyer. “Next time, if anyone confesses their feelings to you, just let Flyer bite him.”

At that moment, you’re unable to react. The righteous Gavin is actually telling you to get Flyer to bite people?

Perhaps sensing that his tone is a little bitter, he adds, “If you think letting a dog bite him isn’t good, then let me know. I’ll beat him up.”

...isn’t that worse?

[ LUCIEN ]

It’s common knowledge that Lucien’s seminars are always full. The female students attend to ogle at Lucien, while the male students attend to ogle at the girls. Of course, girls who find that they’re unable to match up to Lucien sometimes end up together with a guy who happens to like her.

To you, Lucien’s seminars are pretty much meaningless. Obscure terminology and strange chemistry-related processes are basically incomprehensible hieroglyphics.

You release a sigh, preparing to plop your head down to make up for lost sleep. Even if you can’t understand anything, you wouldn’t waste such a good class.

The boy next to you throws a small note onto your table. 

It reads: Classmate, I’ve seen you attending Professor Lucien’s seminars many times. Since there’s still no development, are you interested in becoming my girlfriend?

You purse your lips. Do kids these days not pay proper attention in class? Won’t a student get completely lost once he loses focus for one minute in Lucien’s class?

You borrow a pen from the girl sitting next to you, and write: Sorry, not interested.

You throw the note in the direction of the boy, but it hits something in mid-air, and falls to the ground.

Lucien is holding a book in his hand. He bends down to retrieve the note. When his gaze falls on the word “girlfriend”, his pupils constrict, but he smiles and asks, “Does this belong to you?”

Confessing that it’s mine would be the silliest thing to do! 

You shake your head furiously.

Lucien poses the same question to the boy, who is starting to break out in cold sweat. “Student, does this note belong to you?”

Pale-faced, he nods. Lucien places the note on the table neither softly or heavily. His knuckles tap the surface of the table, creating a slight sound. In your heart, you’re silently wishing the student all the best.

“It’s all right for your mind to wander in class, but don’t disrupt other students.” Lucien straightens up, then returns to the lectern.

You nod furiously. 

That’s right, that’s right, don’t disrupt other people when they’re trying to sleep.

“Also.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling, barely concealing a dangerous aura. It’s reminiscent of a fox hiding in the grass waiting to pounce on its prey.

“This student you’ve confessed your feelings to - you should be calling her... the wife of your teacher.” 

[ KIRO ]

Kiro likes it when you visit him at his workplace. Kiro likes it even more when you bring snacks when you visit him at his workplace.

But if things happened like it did today, he’d rather you not come. This way, his honey wouldn’t be desired by other people. 

That’s what Kiro thinks.

Kiro has always been serious when shooting movies, and the both of you have developed a certain tacit understanding. As long as you’ve reached the filming site, he can sense it, even if he doesn’t see you, It’s a radar he sometimes uses to ensure Savin doesn’t clear away his snacks.

Right now, Kiro feels a wave of inexplicable melancholy in his heart, and an uneasiness in his chest. All along seeking perfection, he immediately calls for the scene to stop, and asks the director if he could have time to organise his thoughts.

Taking into consideration how Kiro hasn’t had a break after two hours of shooting, the director agrees.

Kiro immediately rushes across the filming site. As expected, he sees a man stopping you at the entrance. 

The man is carrying a bouquet of gaudy red roses, displaying a pose he thinks makes him look dashing. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You’re slightly startled by the suddenness of it all. However, you react quickly. “Sorry...”

“No!” Kiro takes large strides over, shielding you behind him. His hostile expression kind of resembles a mother bear protecting its cub - resolute, and unwilling to back down an inch.

Faint golden rims surround his pupils.

“In this lifetime and the next, and the lifetime after that, Miss Chips is mine! Don’t even think about taking one more step closer to her!”

[ SHAW ]

That little brat Shaw said he was going to reach soon even though his lessons have not yet ended. So you’re currently waiting in Loveland University with absolutely nothing to do.

Slightly upset, you kick a pebble into the lake, letting the ripples it creates alleviate your frustration.

“Doing that will scare the fishes,” a gentle male voice floats into your ears, and you instinctively turn towards it.

“You might not recognise me, but I frequently see you in the archaeology class,” he explains.

You nod as a form of greeting, then lower your head to send Shaw a message to get here quickly.

“Oh right, could I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You look at him in confusion, thinking there shouldn’t be anything worth asking between strangers.

“It might sound abrupt, but are you willing to be my girlfriend?” The male student looks at you with a serious expression on his face.

...he asked even though he knew it was abrupt?

You hear a familiar bark of laughter.

“I’d advise you not to.”

Before you can explain that you already have a boyfriend, Shaw continues. 

“She's stupid and likes to eat, but doesn’t like exercising. She refuses to acknowledge it when she loses in games. She’s so troublesome to deal with. I’d advise you not to make life difficult for yourself.”

This development is a little odd...

“Let’s go.” Shaw grabs your hand.

You walk with him, then hop up to whack him on the head when his guard is down. “Do you not care about my pride!?”

Shaw holds you to prevent you from losing your balance. “I’m just stating the truth. You’ve caused me enough trouble, so I’m saving others from harm.”

He has a quirky temperament, a thousand bad habits, and is incredibly annoying. 

There’s only one good thing about him.

And it’s that he loves you.

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[remusmainhoe]

Sirius x reader-hogsmeade trip

Warning:smut and language

the reader is at hogsmeade alone at the three broomstick when a guy tries to get with her. sirius getting mad at the guy for hitting on his girlfriend.

you woke up to lily and the others getting ready for the day, you got up and started your day. getting showered, you put on a dark blue wool skirt with long black socks to cover yourself from the cold, a white blouse, and a long grey coat with a lapel collar, you made your way down the stairs.

Sirius was waiting for you in the common room like always. he was wearing black pants, with a green sweater, brown boots, a long dark brown coat, and a grey scarf in hand.

"there you are princess" he smiled walking towards you, grabbing your hand as you both started for the main hall to have breakfast. the smell of breakfast waking you right up, you sat to Lily's right, and Sirius sat to your right.

"We have a Hogsmeade trip today" Sirius grinned "what do you say we go to zonko's joke shop?" he suggested to the rest of the marauders.

"oh, I was kinda hoping we could hang out for a bit" you didn't want to be that girlfriend, but between exams, studying, and his detentions, you kind of wanted some time with him.

"We can do that later, we can all go the three broomsticks" he began eating his eggs.

"I just wanted a bit more of us time, I barely get to see you anymore" you tried.

"oh, well we can spend loads of time after, promise" he kissed your forehead lightly.

you forced a slight smile, but couldn’t help feeling hurt that he didn't want to be with you the same. after breakfast the lot of you went to the carriages going to Hogsmeade. the marauders went to zonko's, and you didn't feel like doing much so you went ahead to the three broomsticks to wait for them. lily, Marlene, and Mary had all gone to honey dukes. it was almost Christmas, so the snow and cold wind made you shiver, and walk faster to get to a warm place. you arrived at the three broomsticks and sat down at an empty table.

"y/n" a voice Spoke out as you were taking off your jacket, you looked up to see a Ravenclaw boy from your herbology class.

"Jake, hey" you greeted.

"can I?" he motioned to the empty seat in front of you.

"um yeah, but I'm kinda waiting on Sirius, and the others, they went to zonko's and honey dukes" you explained.

"Sirius left you here all alone?" he sat down.

"well he just wanted to hangout with the guys, and get new things for pranks and stuff"

"Why are you still with him though? I mean come on y/n, a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to be sitting here all alone."

"excuse me?" you asked insulted at his words, the audacity.

"I see how he's never really around" he crept closer "how could someone as careless as him satisfy you?"

"look, I don't think it's your place to comment on my relationship, and to be honest you're not my type. I don't know what you were hoping for, but it's not gonna happen."

"don't be so uptight y/n" he placed a hand on your thigh and the other on your hand.

"don't touch me" you tried to move his hand from your thigh, but his grip on your hand tightened hurting you.

"the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" a voice thundered from behind.

you both turned around, Jake released his grip on you, and moved far away standing up.

"look man I wasn't looking for any trouble." Jake stuttered out. Sirius was standing by the door, he walked closer, fists clenched. James and Remus behind Sirius, Remus walked toward you moving you behind them.

"I don't give a bloody hell what the fuck you were looking for, who the hell do you think you are to touch her like that" Sirius barked.

"I didn't think it would be much of a problem, I mean what type of bloke leaves a girl like that all alone” jake was starting to regain his absurd courage “she was asking for it" Jake had struck a chord so deep in Sirius, he barely finished his sentence when Sirius punched him sending Jake on the floor. James and Remus started trying to hold Sirius back as much as they could.

"Sirius" you called and grabbed Sirius by the arm he was getting ready to swing once more. you knew that if anything more happened, Sirius would be the one in trouble. "come on, he's not worth getting in trouble for" Sirius turned to you, looking at you for the first time since he had come in, you looked at him brows furrowed "please".

"you better leave before I change my mind," Sirius said to the boy with the bloody nose on the floor, he quickly got up and through the door of the three broomsticks "and you better pray I never see you within 5ft of y/n! not even merlin himself will save you" Sirius yelled at Jake before he left. Sirius turned to you, grabbing your hands gently, seeing where the guy had left a small mark that was already fading, Sirius frowned. He turned to James and Remus.

"I'm taking y/n back up to the castle" the latter nodded in agreement.

Sirius guided you back outside and you made your way to the carriages.

"Sirius I'm fine, really" you tried, he didn't respond, he just placed you on a seat of a carriage, and glided next to you, the carriage beginning to move its way to the castle. "the dude was just a jack ass, he's not worth spoiling the day for" you touched his hand, holding it.

"he's not wrong" Sirius finally spoke.

"what?"

"I just- seeing him make a move like that on you, on my y/n"

"he was an idiot, who would think I would choose someone like him over you" you comforted.

"I never want someone to even think of taking you from me like that, you're mine" he wrapped an arm around you with a peculiar strength, it felt eager.

"I want everyone to know that you are more than fulfilled" he whispered in your ear, making you relieved you were sitting down, not sure you would trust your wobbly legs right now.

"I don't want anyone to touch my kitten" he slid a hand to your inner thigh.

"Sirius please" your voice unexpectedly shaky. he put a nad on your face, thumb on your lips.

"Please what?" he growled.

"Please daddy"

he began to kiss you, his right hand inching closer to your panties, brushing them aside. you tried to inhale as his fingers began on your throbbing core.

"so wet for me princess" Sirius let out. "all for me?"

"I'm only ever wet for you" you whispered "all for you, daddy"

Sirius smiled mischievously, two fingers entering you making you let out a small gasp of pleasure, his thumb began to stimulate your clit. his other hand on your back, Sirius began to kiss your neck leaving rough and messy hickeys.

"look at you become a mess at my touch" he breathed in your ear kissing it, his other hand moving to your breasts, messaging them. the pleasure in you building up as you edged closer and closer. the carriage came to a stop and so did he, you opened your eyes seeing you were back in the castle, you gave a shaky breath.

"you cum when I want you to" Sirius muttered taking the fingers that had made you a mess before and giving them a taste with a smirk.

"Please Siri, I need you" frustrated to finish. you looked down to see the tent in his pants, you smiled biting your lip, excited to help him out.

"let's go somewhere more private princess" he took your hand, as you both rushed into the castle. Hurrying into an empty classroom, you locked the door, as he started taking his belt off. you took no time to take off your coat, and unbutton your blouse.

“Leave the boots… only the boots” he instructed making you smirk obeying.

Sirius took his belt from the floor and started to loop it.

“Give me your hands” you stretched them out, he buckled them together behind your back.

“Kneel” you got to your knees, he brushed your hair out of your face gently. you took him in your mouth, making him lean his head back letting out a soft growl, getting a grip on your hair.

“Fuck you take me so well” he spit out, All you could do was continue to please him.

After a while he pulled out of your mouth, picked you up, and set you on a desk. Your hands behind your back, you wrapped your legs around his waist, he kissed your neck and rubbed your nipples leaving you a mess.

He didn’t give you a warning before his length lined up to your core, he stretched you out. You moaned, distracted so much by him that you hadn’t noticed him take out his wand putting a silencing charm on you. The moans escaped your lips silent.

“We have to be quiet for now” he purred in your ear. “Trust me, I want the whole castle to know how hard I'm gonna fuck you, but I don't want any interruptions until we get to the good part,” he said.

Usually, you would have stopped, you didn’t want to get in trouble, but he felt so good in you, you didn’t want it to stop, you nodded obediently at him. He grabbed the back of your neck with his left hand, and brought the other to your clit.

“Don't cum until I tell you” he commanded.

“Your tits look so good bouncing like that”

he brought his mouth to your nipple making you moan even more, but no sound came out. He thrusted harder into you making the table shake slightly but you didn’t give one fuck.

“You’re mine, all mine, I'm the only one that can fuck you so well” you nodded in agreement. You hadn’t even realized him taking the silencing spell off you. hitting your g spot, his pace quickening, you wanted to cum but you knew you had to wait for him to tell you to. His pace on your clit also quickening, you wanted to finish, you were right there, you didn’t think you could hold it for much longer. Both of you panting and in a thin sheen of sweat, you felt him chuckle very lightly teasing you.

“Does my baby wanna cum?” He asked.

“Please” you spit out with a moan “please daddy”

“I'm right there with you” he whispered in your ear “cum for me”Your walls tightening around him, he pulled out of you dripping.

he cleaned up with a swish of his wand. The both of you getting dressed, hair messy. You tried to cover the hickeys he put on your neck like a dog marking his territory but had no luck. You opened the door to see that everyone had come back from Hogsmeade for merlin knows how long. The first person that walked by was Jake turning around to walk the other way at the sight of Sirius and you. Remus, James, and lily then approached you.

“Merlin padfoot, you’re lucky McGonagall was in the last carriage and it broke down” James patted Sirius in the back and you all started walking toward the Gryffindor tower. Sirius had an arm wrapped around you on your left, and lily walking along your right.

“Were we that loud?” You whispered to her.

“No, I don't think over at Beauxbâtons could hear you that much”

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Growl: Chapter 5

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman

Your P.O.V

I wasn't really feeling class today, well at least one of them, and the worst on in my opinion. So I decided to hide out in the gym, none of the team would be there this early in the day so it was perfect. I walked into the gym, not expecting to see Kyotani, he was practicing alone. "W-what are you doing here?" I curse myself for shuttering like I did. Kyotani turned to me, the same angry expression on his face. "Didn't feel like going to class." He tells me before going back to what he was doing. "Oh, guess the same goes for me." I say as I stepped into the gym and closing the door. "Do you want me to pass you a few?" I might as well do something while I hide from class. "Sure." Kyotani tossed me the volleyball, much lighter than he normally would. I was sure it would knock the wind out of me as well as break a rib if he threw it at his normal speed.

I try my best to remember how to properly serve a volleyball, but while doing so I mess up, and the ball went lopsided and way off track. Kyotani chuckled before picking up the ball. "Sorry..." I rub the back of my neck. 'His laugh is cute...' I think, feeling my cheeks turn red. "I never even touched a volleyball until recently. Maybe you can show me how it's done? But like, not the whole slapping the air out of the ball." I giggle. "Right. It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it." Kyotani holds the ball up. "Watch carefully." He tosses the ball up and hits it over the net as soon as it was in line with his hand. After a few more tries, I finally got it down. "Whoa! I actually did it!" Why did I get so hyped about that? It's just a ball and a net. But, it felt strangely rewarding. I turned to Kyotani, who's harden expression lightened a bit. I suddenly felt the awkwardness close in. "So uh, why did you skip class?" I asked. Kyotani shrugged. "Just didn't feel like going. What about you?"

"I didn't like the class I had. It was really boring." I tell him. Kyotani hummed in response. God I hate this, don't kill the conversation you idiot! Say something, anything! "Do you have a dog? I remember you said you liked them?" I question. "Shiba. His name is Killer." Well, I was wrong about the intimidating dog part, by the name makes up for it. "I wish I had a dog. My mom doesn't really allow dogs in our house, she says they make things messy." Kyotani looked less than pleased by that, I couldn't blame him. Dogs did make things messy sometimes but everything else about them made up for it. "You...you can come over to my place, to see my dog that is...If you want." Kyotani murmurs. I could have sworn I saw a tiny blush on his face. My heart did a flip. "O-ok! That sounds nice." I smile. The sound of the bell interrupted the nice moment we were having. With a sigh I grab my bag. "I should get going. I have class with Iwaizumi next." Kyotani nods. "I wouldn't make him angry if I were you." He says. "Right? He'll have my head if he finds out I'm skipping." I laugh. "Well, uh-"

"I'll come get you after class." Kyotani cuts me off. I smile softly and nod. "Ok, I'll be waiting." With that, I left the gym. The entire walk to class I couldn't stop thinking about Kyotani. My heart just wouldn't stop thumping. "I can't believe I have a crush on him."

"Have a crush on who L/n-Chan~?"

"Ah! Shittykawa don't sneak up on me like that!" I snap. "And I don't have a crush on anyone, dummy." I mutter. "That's a lie! Come on, tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell meeeee!"

"No! Shut up!"

"Oh wait! L/n-Chan~.Could it be you have feelings for me after all?" Oikawa smirks.

"Not if your life depended on it." I growl. "Now leave me alone or I'll have Iwaizumi beat your ass." I walked into class. "Keep lying to yourself L/n-Chan. You can't hide from your true feelings!"

"Iwaizumi!!"

"No wait, I take it back! I take it back!!"

Normal P.O.V

You waited by the school gates for Kyotani, still your heart was beating wildly at the thought of walking with him to his home. While it was a nice feeling, the feeling of liking someone, it was also scary. You weren't sure if this was such a good idea deep down, sure you've had crushes when you were a kid, but never on this level. What if he didn't feel the same? You would end up getting your hopes up just for your heart to be broken. What was it about Kyotani that made you want to chase this feeling? You've only known him for a little while, and yet you've fallen for him. "I guess I'll find out." You say aloud. "Find out what?" You turn to see Kyotani, his school bag slung over his shoulder. "Uh, find out how I'm going to convince my mom to let me get a dog." You lie. He seemed to have bought it, as he didn't press you further. Oikawa could learn a lot from him. "You ready?" He asks. "Yep." You smile walking beside him. Once again, the walk was silent. You didn't know what to say, your mind was swarming with different thoughts, you couldn't focus on just one. You stole a few glances from Kyotani, handsome as always. And like always, you couldn't tell what was on his mind. It was like he was annoyed by everything all the time, why was he always so on edge? So angry?

"You know." You started. "The first time I saw you, I thought you were going to murder me." Kyotani glances at you curiously. "You looked so furious that I bumped into you, and...you growled? What was up with that?" You asked. "...I do that sometimes...a bad habit." He says under his breath. "Oh. Well, I guess it fits your nickname. Mad Dog." Kyotani nods. "Yeah. Guess so." You look up and notice the way you two were walking. "Hey, I live by here." You say. "Just a few houses down."

"Oh yeah? I live just down the street from there. Guess we lived close to each other this whole time." Kyotani shrugs. "I wonder why I never saw you."

"Yeah same."

Fuck this was awkward.

Your P.O.V

We made it there sooner than we thought, thank god. Kyotani was right, he only lived a short way away from me. "We're here." Kyotani takes out his keys unlocking his door before stepping in. "My mom won't be back until later today." I followed in after him and took a second to admire the interior of the house. It was pretty decent. Not less than a second later, I heard the sound of rapid tapping. It was getting closer and closer. Barking followed my ears as a shiba dog ran up to me. I braced myself invade he would pounce on me, but instead he just stood before me and wagged his tail. He barked again, wanting my attention. "Take it easy Killer." Kyotani pet his head. Killer licked Kyotani's hand a few times and barked again. "This is Killer? But he's so sweet!" I crouched down to his height. Killer sniffed at my hand before licking it. "Don't let that fool you. Killer can be a cold blooded canine." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, either way, this dog was adorable. "Aw, who's a cute little beast? Huh?" I pet his fluffy cheeks, Killer barks in response as if he were answering me. "Yeah! It's you boy!" I giggle.

Normal P.O.V

Kyotani watches as you continue to fawn over his dog. He had to admit. It was pretty cute...but really he meant you were pretty cute. And it was weird. Not weird that you were pretty cute. Weird because, he's never cared enough to think of someone as pretty or cute. "So uh, since you're here, you wanna like, do something? I invited you over after all." Kyotani puts his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. You look up from Killer. "Oh uh, sure." You stand back up and straighten out your skirt. "What did you have in mind?"

"Follow me." Kyotani walks further into the house and up the stairs, you and Killer followed. He lead you to his room, inside, was exactly what you thought it would look like. There were some pink posters here and there, his bed was a little messy, and was that a bass guitar in the corner of his room? "You play bass?" You questioned. "Yeah, occasionally." Kyotani walked over to his desk and played some music, it was a little loud from the last time he played it. He turned it down enough for you both continue talking. Kyotani then went to his bed and flopped down on it, his arms behind his head. Killer jumped on his bed and laid down. "Come on, stop standing there and sit down."

"O-oh right." You walked over to his bed and sat next to him. "Sorry for being so weird. I just, never thought that you would be so opened to me. I really thought you hated me." Kyotani kept his eyes on the ceiling. "I abs not opened up to you. Trust me." He eyed you. "And I didn't hate you, but yeah, this is a little weird. I didn't think I would befriend you this easily. I don't do that often, as you can imagine."

"What about the guys on the team?" You asked. "I tolerate them." Kyotani mutters, his face scrunched up in disgust. You giggled. "So you must really tolerate me to let me into your home, huh?" Kyotani turns his head away from you, he was silent for a moment before letting out a quiet. "Sure." You smile softly and leaned back until you were laying in your back like him. "So I've been wondering. Why do you respect Iwaizumi so much? Other than him just being your senior. He's not even the captain, and yet you listen to him more than Oikawa."

"Iwaizumi...he's cool I guess. He's good at a lot of things, he proved it to me when I challenged him." He answers. "And Oikawa is just stupid."

"Couldn't agree more!" You laugh. Kyotani laughed along with you. You turn your head towards him. "You're pretty cool to, Kyotani." Kyotani clicked his tongue. "Whatever. I should be saying that to you, you're my senior too you know?" You chuckled. "Yeah but, I haven't done anything that special. I hand out towels, and you play a sport. And you play it well too."

Kyotani finally met your gaze, all seriousness present in his eyes. "If we didn't have you, our team would be a hot mess. You're like...the team mom I guess? You keep everything in check, and that's pretty cool." You felt your cheeks turn red. "O-oh. Thanks Kyotani." You stutter. "I mean it. Thanks for being out manager L/n." There it goes again, your heart beat getting louder. It was driving you crazy. Not to mention you both were only a few inches apart, you could really see every detail of Kyotani's face. His intense golden eyes, his flawless tan skin, his perfect jawline. He wasn't just looks either. In this moment, he made you feel really special. When you first met him, you never thought that he could be this nice to someone. It was like everything about him was so...perfect.

"Kyotani..." You say softly, leaning ever so closer to him. You watched him carefully, making sure he was comfortable with what you were doing. It seemed so, as he didn't pull away from you. Just as your lips were about to brush against his own, the door to his room opened. "Kentaro, I thought I told you to take out the trash while I was gone-Oh!" A older woman who resembled Kyotani was standing in the doorway. You and Kyotani both sat up quickly. "My my, is this a new friend of yours?" The woman smirked.

"Ma!" Kyotani yelled. "I told you know before coming into my room!" His face was bright red. "Oh hush. Introduce this young lady." Kyotani rolled his eyes. "She's my senior, L/n Y/n." He mutters. "Nice to meet you young lady." Kyotani's mom smiles. "You call me Kaori."

"N-nice to meet you too." You nod. "I'm so glad my son actually made a friend, and your so pretty too! Proud of ya boy!" Kaori laughs. "I swear to god..." Kyotani murmurs. "How would you like to stay for dinner Y/n?"

"Oh, that sounds nice but, my mother is expecting me to be home tonight. Maybe next time?" Kaori gives you a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan. Don't forget to invite her over next time Kentaro. And walk her home, it's getting late."

"Yeah yeah. Sure." Kyotani gets up. You followed Kyotani out of his room, his mom silently cheering her son on.

Kyotani had walked you home, which was only a short way from his own home. "I had a good time. Thanks again Kyotani." You give him a soft smile. "Yeah. It was problem. And sorry about my mom she can be really pushy, you don't have to come over again if you don't want to." You shook your head. "No it's fine. I'd like to come over again, uh if that's ok with you of course."

"It's cool with me." Kyotani said with a slight nod. "Sounds like a plan then. Well, I'll see you later. Goodnight."

"Night."

You waved before walking into your home. You sighed heavily as you lean back against the door. "Holy shit, I'm in love..."

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