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woso-dreamzzz · 27 days

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Mimic II

McFoord x Baby!Reader

Beth England x Baby!Reader

Summary: You're scrappy

The day that it first happens is the match against United.

It's a home game and you're very familiar with the layout as you sit by one of the girls on the bench on your leash and watch.

Mam, predictably, gets a yellow card and you screech your outrage at the ref no matter how much nice Lotte tries to calm you down.

You think Lotte is an alright babysitter but she's very easy to get to do what you want and you know Mummy doesn't like that sometimes. You think she's told Lotte that too because she's got a tight grip on your leash and doesn't let you wander into Jonas' box to scream like you can usually get her to do.

So, you have to amuse yourself by tearing up grass and getting your hands all dirty.

The game ends with a narrow win for Arsenal and Mummy comes to get you very quickly.

You tug at the buckles of your leash. "Off! Off, Mummy!"

"Sorry, gremlin," Mummy laughs," But you have to be on the leash. You know why."

You stamp your foot as Mummy cleans your hands.

"Mam not on leash!" You say finally," Mam was naughty! Yellow rectangle for Mam!"

You're making a good point. Caitlin doesn't want to quite admit that though. You're on the leash because you're naughty sometimes and Katie definitely did get a yellow card today.

She sighs.

It's not the same at all but, for the sake of fairness, Caitlin lets you win this round.

Begrudgingly and definitely to avoid a tantrum, she unclips your leash.

You look positively delighted and she catches your arm before you go running off.

"Stay where me or Mam can see you," She says," And no biting people."

You nod. "I not bite."

"Alright," She says," Go on, run wild."

You giggle hysterically as you run off. You've not quite mastered running though because you trip a few times before pulling yourself up again.

You wander through the crowd of players until you spot the United keeper that saved Mummy's goal.

That's kind of naughty, you think. Saving Mummy's goal shouldn't be allowed.

The girl's kind of tall and she looks strong. She's wearing a different coloured shirt to the other United girls so you can easily track her through the crowd.

She's talking to Leah too and you know how to recognise Leah.

When people are naughty, you usually like to bite them but Mummy told you that you're not allowed to bite today so you choose the next best thing.

Mam says you're scrappy sometimes. You don't know what that means but you think it applies to this situation.

You creep up behind the girl before slamming the top of your head into the back of her knee.

She crumbles to the ground instantly, folding over like the pieces of paper that Mam uses to make paper planes.

"Mary!" Leah shrieks as the girl rolls onto her back.

"What the fuck?!"

You stand over her and wiggle your finger right in front of her face. You stamp your foot for good measure. "No save Mummy goal! Is naughty!"

"What-? Who are you?!"

Leah's hand pulls you further away. "This is Katie and Caitlin's kid," She says," Gremlin, say sorry."

"No! Say sorry first! Save Mummy's goal!"

Thankfully, this United girl (once she's recovered from her sudden fall) takes it in her stride.

"I'm sorry, kid," She laughs," It was only doing my job."

"Naughty job!" You insist," Not happen again!"

It's not exactly an isolated incident either. It seems after every match, you find some player to fight with.

It freaks most of them out, you think, because they're big and strong and you're tiny but still very capable of getting them to the grounds.

You surprise lots of people like Auntie Macca and Auntie Lanni, who find it all so funny that they send you off to do it to their teammates too.

Mummy doesn't like it though. She says that she's raising a delinquent and Mam says it's the McCabe genes, whatever that means.

You're not stingy in who you attack. Everyone is free game but there's one person that you really enjoy fighting with.

Her name's Beth. Beth England, to be exact because there's already a Beth at Arsenal and this one plays for Spurs instead.

Mam says that Spurs is Arsenal's number one rival and you have to hate them because they play in white and white is a colour you can never keep clean.

Beth England wears the armband that Captain Kim wears so you can easily recognise her in a crowd.

She's your nemesis.

That's a big word that Mummy taught you when you were watching Phineas and Ferb a few days ago.

"You need to be very good if I let you off," She says to you and you nod even though you're lying," I mean it. No fighting with Spurs players."

You lie again and nod.

"Alright, give me a kiss first and I'll let you go."

You give Mummy a big wet kiss and immediately, you're on your way.

Mam joins you on your journey and she demonstrates how to hold your fist if you're going to fight someone. She thinks your rivalry with Beth England is funny.

Mummy doesn't like her encouraging it but she does.

"Nem-sis!" You screech when Mam guides you over.

Beth England looks confused. "Nem-sis?"

"She means nemesis," Mam explains," It's her word of the week."

"Oh, right."

"Nem-sis!" You screech again to regain her attention. "Fight me!"

Beth England clears her throat before mimicking your position and putting up her fists.

You run at her.

You don't think she expects that. You think she thinks you were going to punch her but Mam says the element of surprise is important so you crash into her legs and try to topple her over.

She stays standing and you're unable to move her but you don't stop trying.

Behind your head, Katie smothers a laugh and gives Beth a pointed look.

She nods and very carefully lays on the ground like you've forced her over.

You look triumphant and sit on her stomach to stop her from getting up again.

You poke her right between her eyes. "Arsenal best!" You proclaim," Say!"

"Never!"

"Arsenal best!" You bounce on her stomach to show that she's not going anywhere. "Say!"

"You can't make me!"

"Say or! Or go on leash for being naughty!"

That's it. You've got her trembling under your might now and she goes limp.

"Arsenal's the best!" She proclaims," Arsenal's the best! Don't put me on the leash!"

"Good!" You stand up and wiggle your finger at her. "London red! Not dirty white!"

You run back over to Mam and take her hand.

"I beat Beth England!"

"You did!" Mam says," I'm so proud of you."

"'Cause London red!"

#woso x reader #mcfoord x reader #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe #caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord #beth england x reader #beth england #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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gloomyluvr · 10 months

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LOOK LIKE WE IN LOVE

in which y/n drags miles to a photo booth!

fem!reader x e-42! miles morales

fluff ( i hope )

warnings!: suggestive jokes? i depict miles kinda nonchalant, yikes.

based off this ask

a/n: okie soooo i tried my best to fulfill the request. i hope this is up to expectations. this one was so cute to write. also, i watched so many photo booth couple videos on tt and it was lowks depressing 😞 but i had so much fun writing this! as always, spanish speaking reader in mind! i provide translations for this one cuz searching up the translation is VERY inaccurate.

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summer break had finally started and what better way to spend it than going to the mall with your boyfriend? you walked around intently, hand intertwined with miles’. his serious demeanor deeply contrasted the big smile on your face. you had begged him to accompany you to this very specific mall.

“baby, where are you taking me?” he murmured as you dragged him to god knows where.

“just waittt. ya mero llegamos.” you exclaimed. miles simply sighed and went along with your antics. you walked a little more until you finally stopped in front of a box? with a curtain?

“ta daaaa!” you announced, letting go of miles’ hand. miles only looked at the box and back at you, with a clearly very confused look on his face. you groaned, “the photobooth like the ones from the tik toks i’ve sent you!”

“ohh. pues, you coulda just said that.” he chuckled, as he opened the curtain and motioned for you to get inside the booth. you rolled your eyes, “¡vámonos vámonos! taking your sweet ass time.” miles joked as you got in, yelping in surprise as he slapped your ass.

“miles!”

“chill!” he laughed.

“that shit hurt!” you glared at miles with a pout on your face.

he only smirked, “pues, te lo puedo sobar.”

( well, i could massage it for you )

“¡cohcino!” you slapped your boyfriends shoulder as he got inside the booth.

( nasty! )

“im just playing, mami. okay come on let’s get this over with.” he closed the curtain as you read the instructions.

“wanna pay for this and i’ll pay for lunch?” you offer knowing damn well he’d pay for both regardless.

“mhm.” miles took out 4 dollars from his wallet and inserted the bills in to the machine. the machine started rambling on about instructions and miles looked at you. “can’t believe you got me doing this shit.” your boyfriend laughed in disbelief.

miles wrapped a hand around your waist and scooted you closer to him. you giggled, it truly was amusing on how you got this stoic of a man to be doing the most lovey-dovey shit just so he could see a smile on your face.

“now for the fun part! you have 3 chances to pose, so have fun, make sure you look at the camera” the automated voice instructed.

“put your finger as a heart!”

“seriously?” miles argued.

“get ready! 3-”

“yes! hurry!” you insisted.

miles smiles and did as you asked.

“2, 1” shutter.

there was a pause before the countdown started again. you held miles’ jaw and pressed your lips against his cheek. and miles smiled contently.

shutter.

“that one’s gonna come out so cute i just know it!” you looked at miles excitedly. on his cheek your lipgloss left a stain with the perfect imprint of your lips. miles turned to you as the countdown once again started. he placed his hands on both sides of your face, and kissed you right as the camera went off. when he finally pulled away, he simply smiled before opening the curtain to get out of the booth. you followed him out and stood silently holding his hand as you waited for the pictures to print.

once the copies came out, you quickly snatched them. “ah!!! they look so cute! thank you baby.” you engulfed him in a tight hug to which he reciprocated.

miles took one of the copies and focused only on you in the photos.

“you look gorgeous, ma.” he looked down at you and gave you that lovely smile of his. you blushed, looking down avoiding his gaze because of how nervous and giggly it made you.

bonus !

aaron sat down in front of miles who was on his phone doing god knows what.

“they messed up the order so we’re gonna have to wait a bit more.” aaron sighed.

“hm ok.” miles responded dryly.

aaron was about to make a comment about his nephews disinterest when he noticed miles had decorated his once empy clear phone case. it was pictures of miles clearly infatuated with his lover.

“your girl made you do that?” miles looked up from his phone in confusion.

“what?” uncle aaron nodded towards the phone in miles’ hands, “oh. yeah she’s been wanting do that for a while.”

aaron laughed, “she got you real wrapped around her finger huh?”

miles turned the back of his phone towards him, “yeah guess so.” he laughed along with his uncle. he admired the photos, thumb running over his phone case. his heart swelled at how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you in his life.

#miles morales x reader #Miguel O’Hara #miles morales imagine #Miles Morales #hobie brown x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #across the spiderverse #astv

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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hi mae! i’ve recently become obsessed with herbal teas and i noticed you have mentioned chamomile and jasmine tea in your fics lol. i am wondering if you would be interested in writing a remus or poly!marauders fic with an american reader who loves herbal teas and they kinda tease her about it (in a loving way of course)? i love your fics and i hope you have a lovely day whenever you read this <3

I love herbal teas! I fully support this obsession honey. Thank you for requesting!

cw: british slander, i love y'all but i'm besmirching your brand <3 (based largely on my own experiences lol, so perhaps not fully accurate)

Remus Lupin x american!reader ♡ 614 words

“This is so disappointing,” you sigh at the sight of Remus’ cabinet.

“What?” he asks from the couch.

“You told me you had tea.”

“I do have tea.”

“No, you only have this.” You take the box of Yorkshire Tea out of the cabinet, brandishing it where Remus can see. “This shit is nasty. Rubbish, as your folk say.”

“Oh,” he laughs, “so you sail all the way across the ocean, take our teas with you, denounce our government, and then come back here to criticize, is that it?”

You look at him darkly. “This is what the Boston tea party was really about. I get it now.”

Remus beckons you toward the couch. You go, abandoning the boiling kettle since apparently there’s no point in searching the kitchen for anything good to drink. It’s only once you sit down on the couch and he takes your hand into his lap that you realize your mistake.

Remus has a mollifying effect on you. It’s tragic, really. All it takes is a look, a shift in his tone, a small touch like this, and you’re pliant and boneless for him.

“What sort of teas do you prefer?” he asks you softly, tracing the lines of your palm.

“I usually keep a variety,” you tell him, matching his tone. “Like cinnamon, or passionflower, or rooibos…have you heard of any of those?”

Remus smiles, slow and sweet. “I have. Would you like whipped cream and sprinkles on those as well?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. You try to take your hand back, but Remus holds fast (you don’t make it hard for him), grinning at you.

“That is so not fair. Just because y’all like your tea bland—”

“Say that one more time for me? Who all?”

“—doesn’t mean my tastes are somehow unrefined.” You fix him with a hard stare, though your smile is untamable. “You’re being posh.”

Remus looks amused. “Never been accused of that one before,” he says.

“Have you ever tried jasmine tea with a little bit of sweet creamer in it?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Remus, you’re really missing out.”

“Alright.” He stands, taking your hand with him and giving it a tug when you don’t follow. “C’mon, up.”

“Where are we going?”

“To make you a cuppa.”

You giggle. “I can’t take you seriously when you call it that.”

“Once you stop saying dude, we can talk about my diction.”

“So mean,” you tsk, letting him pull you over in front of the kitchen counter. He pours the hot water from the kettle into a mug, placing a tea bag in it.

“We’ll get this drinkable for you, love, don’t worry,” Remus murmurs, waiting until the tea is a deep brown before going to the fridge. He pours in heaps of milk and sugar, stirring with a look of mild distaste in his expression. “Alright, try.”

You take the mug off the counter warily, blowing on it before putting it to your lips.

You hum, and Remus lifts an eyebrow.

“It’s…better.”

“I’ve done my best,” he chuckles, taking it from you. “I’ve thrown all my principles and better sense out the window, and it’s still not up to your standards, hm?”

“No, it’s not bad.” You steal the mug back, taking another sip and smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth experimentally. “It’ll do.”

Remus gives you an indulgent look. “I’m sure we can find you some jasmine tea if that’s what you want,” he offers.

You shrug. “I was just at the grocery store, and I didn’t see any.”

He tilts his head skyward, blowing out a long-suffering breath. “I think you mean the grocery, sweetheart.”

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slayfics · 4 months

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You and Katsuki exchange Christmas gifts.

You plopped down on your bed and let out an exhausted sigh. Most of your classmates were still in the common room enjoying the holiday party. It was nice to relax and not think about school or hero work for a bit, but after a while you found yourself worn out from so much energy.

As much as you enjoyed yourself it felt nice to be in the quiet of your room relaxing after the busy night. You began to get your bed ready to sleep when a knock on your door startled you.

You opened the door and were surprised to see Katsuki.

"Oh- hey," You greeted him.

"You left early," he observed.

"Yeah," you said stepping aside and allowing him to come into your room. "I guess I was just exhausted from all the socializing," You explained. Katsuki came in and sat on your chair as you shut the door.

"Hm- I get that," He replied.

That was when you noticed that he had a gift bag in his hand.

"Here-," Was all he said as an explanation as he held out the bag to you. Normally giving someone a gift is a sweet gentle gesture, but the intense glare in Katsuki's eyes contradicted his actions. "Take it already dumb ass," he said, shaking the gift at you.

You grabbed the gift and sat opposite of him on your bed, 'You didn't have to-," You began to say but were quickly interrupted.

"Don't give me that you didn't have to crap. Of course, I fucking didn't- but I did, so just open the stupid thing," He barked.

You knew better than to argue with Katsuki, so you took out the haphazardly placed tissue paper to reveal a shoe box. You looked at him curiously.

"Take em' out idiot," He said.

You took out the box and tossed off the lid revealing some hiking boots inside.

"Bakugo these look really expensive I can't-," You said but again found yourself interrupted.

"I'm not taking them back. You like that color right?"

"Yeah, I do- they are really nice but-,"

"No fucking buts. Now your dumb ass won't slip again when we go on hikes," He said.

Your face flushed from the embarrassing memory of when you fell, and because his words indicated he wanted to hike with you again.

"Tch- don't fucking look at me like that! Its... it's not even that big of a deal," He said and looked away from you.

You knew Katsuki enough by now to understand that he only had a rough demeanor because he felt awkward in these situations. Any grand show of emotions would send him running straight out of your room, so you bottled up how truly thankfully you felt and sufficed with a simple, "Thank you Bakugo."

"Yeah whatever," he grumbled jamming his hands into the pocket of his sweats.

"I um- sort of have something for you too," You spoke. You had made something for Katsuki but had debated on giving it to him or not. You found yourself too shy to give it to him tonight in front of the rest of your class, so you never brought it down from your room. However, now that he was in your room and had just given you such a thoughtful gift, you decided it was the perfect time.

"Hu?" He exclaimed shocked and snapped his head to look at you.

You grabbed the gift from under your bed and handed him a sadly wrapped gift.

"This is wrapped like shit," he said as grabbed it from you.

"Oh come on I tried my best. We can't all be naturally good at everything like you!" You teased.

Katsuki let out an amused puff of air as he tore at the wrapping paper. Once he revealed the gift he held it in his hands staring at it for what felt like entirely too long.

You began to feel self-conscious about your gift. It was a painting you made. The painting was a portrait of him in his hero costume, and at the top, you wrote the words "Future #1 Hero".

The longer Katsuki looked at it without saying anything the more you began to panic. You couldn't see his expression at all as his face was hidden by his spiky blond hair.

Shit, it was too dumb and cheesy, wasn't it?? And how cocky of you to think your artwork would constitute a gift.

"If you hate it it's ok! I wasn't even sure I was going to give it to you. Here, it's fine you can just forget about it!" You said nervously and tried to grab at the painting.

Katsuki's grip tightened on the painting as you tried to pull it away, "No!" he barked causing you to jump.

You sat down confused and Katsuki cleared his throat but didn't look up at you yet.

"It's good," He said in a low raspy voice.

You titled your head. Sometimes it was still so hard to read Katsuki's true emotions.

Katsuki stared at the painting trying to get ahold of himself. To see the words at the top "Future #1 Hero" struck something in him that he was trying to push back down. He didn't want to be so vulnerable in front of you but- to see and hold in his hands that someone else was rooting for him meant more to him than he would ever be able to say in words to you.

Finally, he was able to blink away the sting in his eyes that threatened tears. He could hold it back long enough to look at you again.

"I like it," He spoke, giving you not quite a smile- but not a scowl. Which was rare.

"You don't have to lie," you respond.

"I don't lie brat," He said and stood up, eager to leave as the lump in his throat threatened to return again at any more kindness from you.

"You're leaving?" You asked.

"Hm? Yeah- it's late. Looks like I interrupted you going to bed too," He said nodding to your half-turned-down comforter.

"It's fine... you know you're welcome any time..." You said softly.

Katsuki didn't respond but let out a grunt in acknowledgment.

You followed him to the door as he began to open it.

"Bakugo wait-," You said before you lost your nerve to follow through with your impulsive thought.

Katsuki turned around and you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Merry Christmas."

"Yeah- merry whatever to you too," He said and turned to leave, a small blush on his cheeks.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 1 month

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Hiii!

I found your stories a few hours ago and they are perfect, I don't think I ever went through someone's account so fast hahah

If it's fine with you, could you do a sequel to the yandere bully story? Maybe what would happen if reader ended up too scared of his bullying and decided to change school, or had to move away due to personal reasons! What would be yandere's reaction?

Of course, it's just a request, so feel free to not do it if you don't feel like doing it!

Loving your stories, keep it up, I'm rooting for you! ❤

Yandere!Bully x Fem!Reader part 2

CW: Bullying, breaking and entering

Simon's mind went blank. It was as if the organ didn't want to process what he had just learned, so it decided to power off instead.

"Yeah, apparently she started homeschooling." The sharp nosed boy tried his best to bite back his smile. A year younger than Simon, Nicky looked up to him, aspiring to be just as (much of a bully) cool as he was. So when he overheard the office ladies sympathetically discussing Simon's favorite victim, he made sure to gather as much information as he could in order to try and impress Simon; gain his favor.

The squirrelly brunette had prepared mentally for a number of different reactions Simon could have had to the news: anger, disappointment, mild amusement.. but when he turned his eyes away from his milk box it confused him to see Simon's stare empty.

Thinking that Simon didn't care Nicky doubled down. "My sources say she was too scared to name her bullies, and that she just wanted it to end without a confrontation."

'She left because of me??' Simon squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to shut out the kid yapping beside him. When (Reader) didn't come to school Simon was, of course, worried. He thought that she might have gotten sick, or worse. The worry over not being able to see her beautiful face was eating him up, and he admittedly began lashing out at other people, really making him into the bully (Reader) thought he was. But now he was hearing that she had left the school because of him??

"It's a good thing she didn't snitch, huh?" The prideful child said in a haughty way, pleased with himself (even though Simon didn't know, or care, why).

"Why are you telling me this?" 'Can't you see how fucked up you got me right now??'

"Huh?" Startled and suddenly nervous, Nicky wrung the bottom of his hoodie in an attempt to calm his stutter. "B- I just, I thought, because you- you seemed to hate her, ya know? So I thought- I just thought you'd be interested to know.."

"Great. Now I know." Simon's voice was hard and sharp. He wanted to cry, but he sounded like he was on the verge of attacking the younger kid. "What am I supposed to do with that information?"

Heart in his throat and lip trembling, Nicky handed over his phone with the camera open. "I took a picture of her address.."

Knock knock knock!

(Reader) happily rolled off the couch and made her way to the front door. Neither of her parents were home and she had already finished all of her classwork, so the student had been relaxing while scrolling through her phone. She had only been homeschooled for a week, but was already back to her old self again. (Reader) was so stress free that she wasn't as paranoid about an unexpected visitor as she probably should have been.

She opened the front door without peaking to see who it was, and she didn't have time to process that it was Simon until he had already shoved himself inside and closed the door behind him. All of the fear and anxiety that (Reader) had finally worked through snapped back like a rubber band, physically hurting her chest.

"What- Get out!" Her shaky voice commanded.

"Shut up." Simon had planned on being comforting and sweet, rehearsing the entire trip on how to apologize and finally woo (Reader) correctly. To mend all the damage his foul personality had accidentally done. But then he was there, in her hallway, and she looked so scared of him.. "What were you thinking? Not coming to school. I thought you might've killed yourself." His attempt to show how worried he was for her only sounded like a threat as it left his lips.

(Reader) thought about her phone she left on the couch, and wondered if she could get to it before he could grab her. "Please leave me alone.." If only she could inch backwards as subtly as possible..

"Why? I came here to make sure you were okay." Simon grabbed her wrist and squeezed tightly enough for her to bite the inside of her cheek. "Come back to school."

"..No."

His grip tightened.

"I- I can't!" (Reader) struggled to break free as the tears began to pool up. "Do you know how difficult it was to get into homeschooling?? More than half way through the year?? I didn't drop out!! I couldn't go back, even if I wanted to!" Her pleas made sense, but Simon was already too heartbroken to hear them.

"Then I guess I'm going to be your new study buddy." His smile was supposed to be kind, suave. He wanted to look caring and dashing. But to (Reader) his half lidded eyes and tight smile looked like a malevolent smirk.

"What?"

"What? You thought you could run away from me? It's not like your family has enough money to just up and move whenever they want." Simon glanced around at the furniture visible from the entrance to double check that they, in fact, were not rich enough to move whenever. "And now I know where you live."

(Reader) parted her lips to talk back, but Simon quickly closed the gap between them, pulling her into his chest and kissing her painfully. He had imagined their first kiss many many times, and it was never like this. But it didn't matter if it was rushed and he pulled her in too hard and he slammed his lips against her's too forcefully. The young man wanted to beg her to never leave his side again, but instead as he turned around to leave he only left her with another warning.

"Don't even think about calling the cops. I'll be back to check up on you again later.. and if you try to run again, I'll fucking find you."

#thank you for interacting with me #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere bully #fem reader #yandere tsundere #part two

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myjealouseyes · 4 months

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Christmas Eve Wake Up Call.

HJP x wolfstar!daughter

A/N- if you saw me post this last week, no you did not!

No content warnings. Fluff, slight teasing and flirting, cuddling.

“…Harry. Harry, wake up. Wake up!”

He wakes with a start, his hand clutching his chest as he puts his glasses on. He looks over to see you, standing next to his now open window. This isn’t exactly new. Every Christmas Eve after you’ve just spent the day finishing up last-minute Christmas shopping and doing all your baking, you’ve usually overexcited yourself about the upcoming holiday.

That meant no matter how hard you tried or how tired you were you just couldn’t sleep. Your mind was in overdrive thinking about how people would like the presents you gifted, or if they’d like your baked goods (which they always did,) and you were slightly curious about all the gifts under the tree. You’d waited ages to see what was in each box and just thinking about how you only had to wait a few more hours sent you into a frenzy. So after an hour and a half of tossing and turning, you decided to sneak out of your bedroom and into Harry’s to make him suffer with you because what else are best friends for?

You close the window and skip over his bed, throwing yourself in the spot next to him. Harry takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes sluggishly before lying down next to you. You grin, turning his head toward yours. You caress his face gently, making a small flush form against his cheeks.

“It’s just after eleven y’know,” Harry mumbles while his eyes are fluttering shut. Your touch has calmed him down from his semi-panicked state. “You usually come a little closer to twelve.” You hum quietly and give his cheek a light pinch. “So I came early. You kicking me out?” His lips turn up into a teasing smirk as his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. Butterflies form in your stomach at the feeling. “That depends. Are we going to sleep?” You wrinkle your nose playfully and poke at his chest. “It’s Christmas Eve. Have I ever slept on Christmas Eve?”

Harry gives you a playful sigh and it squeezes your hip. “Fair. What do you suppose we do then?” You trail your fingers over his chest, silently mauling over your options. Eventually, you shrug and smile up at him. “Wanna hear about what happened with my dad and the dogs earlier?”

Before he could answer you launch into a very amusing story about how Sirius had turned into Padfoot and gathered your three German Shepherds to devise a plan to sneak some of your Christmas baked goods out of the kitchen. You’d caught all of them with a basket of cookies in their mouths and demanded they put them back. But of course, Sirius had a plan for that too. As if on que they gave you the saddest puppy eyes you’d ever seen. You caved and ended up giving Padfoot three cookies and the dogs two dog biscuits each.

Harry chuckles at your misfortune. “You couldn’t resist puppy-dog eyes?” He teases as his fingers trace zig zags on your hip. You roll your eyes playfully and tug his hair. Harry laughs a bit louder, and soon both talking turns telling stories about your chaotic Christmas Eve days. Harry tells you about how James accidentally spoiled Lily’s Christmas gift, got really embarrassed, and then told her to just act surprised. You follow him up with one about how Remus had accidentally discovered his own gift in the basement, but didn’t realize it was his. He just shut the door and went to feed the birds waiting at the window.

As you two laugh, time passes and the sun sneaks out. You should sneak back into your room, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You end up falling asleep against Harry’s chest just like you do every year.

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wastelandmoony · 1 year

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I have a Request. Best friends to lovers with James Potter. James potter stealing readers favourite shampoo. The reader notices this while she's in the shower. So angry she wraps a towel around her body and storms up to there marauders dorm with her hair soaking wet. She thinks that it was sirius who took and but she notices James in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair soaking wet. So she reaches to smell his hair only to find out that his hair smells like her shampoo

Hiya! I've actually never been sent a request before, so forgive me if it's rough <3

Summary: James is in love with Y/N, but has yet to make a move and the other Marauders are sick of it.

Genre: Fluff <3

Characters: James Potter x Y/N, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew

Warnings: language, sexual innuendo courtesy of Sirius

A/N: Reader also plays for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, if that wasn't clear.

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The sounds of Queen echoed off the walls of the dormitory as James walked in, hair dripping into his eyes as he pushed back the soaked locks with one hand.

Peter looked up from his Transfiguration essay, “How was practice?”

James shook out his hair, returning his glasses to his face, “Brutal. I’m about to start scheduling doubles on game weeks—“

Remus glanced at the door, letting the book he was reading fall onto his lap, “Is Y/N behind you?”

James turned around, confused, “No? I was just in the showers…”

Remus leaned back against the headboard, “Huh, weird. I thought I smelled her for a moment…”

Across the room, Sirius sat up from his lounged state, “I’d kill for those heightened senses Moony. Imagine how much it’d come in handy during our little…extracurricular excursions—“

“—Just call them what they are, Pads, they’re just pranks,” Remus deadpanned, going back to his book.

“—anyway, speaking of Y/N…Prongsy over here almost got completely decked by a bludger earlier because he couldn’t keep his eyes off her,” Sirius wagged his eyebrows at James.

“Shut it, I was just…making sure her maneuvers were correct,” he tried to control the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sure she can maneuver just fine, mate,” Sirius laughed as he dodged a flying chocolate frog box courtesy of James.

James smirked and walked over to his trunk to find a clean jumper.

“SIRIUS FUCKING BLACK!”

Sirius sat up abruptly, color draining from his face, “There’s no way she heard me—“

The door flew open to reveal a towel-clad, fuming Y/N, clutching an empty shampoo bottle in her hand.

James spun around and immediately flushed at the sight of her soaking wet.

She chucked the empty bottle at Sirius, who barely dodged it, throwing his hands up in confused anger.

“What the fuck did I do?!” He yelled as she stalked over to his bed.

“You used the rest of my shampoo, you fucking nob!” Her eyes narrowed.

Sirius laid back down, waving her off, “No I didn’t, it was probably Lily.”

“Let me smell your hair then,” she climbed onto his bed, trying to grab at his long black hair.

“Gerroff me,” he struggled, trying to push her hands away as she attempted to pin him down.

The other three watched in amusement as she finally gripped his head with two hands and smelled the top of Sirius’ scalp.

She sat back on her heels, face contorted in confusion.

Sirius fixed his hair, shooting her a glare, “I bloody told you, it wasn’t me.”

James went back to rummaging through his trunk, a motion that caused her to zero in on his similarly towel-clad appearance.

“Jamie—“ she called, his head popping up from his search. She watched as his wet curls dripped onto his chest, the cogs in her brain starting to turn. Rising from Sirius’ bed, she walked over to James, who froze as she drew closer.

She leaned in, smelling the familiar scent of strawberries on him, “—it was you?”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Y-yeah…I ran out and it was the first thing I saw, I’m sorry.”

She smiled sweetly at him, “It’s okay, I have an extra bottle in my room if you want it?”

He nodded a little too quickly, and she turned to run back to her dorm to retrieve the extra shampoo.

The moment she disappeared, Sirius sat up and shot James a look, “You didn’t run out, there’s an entire bottle of that Sleekeazy shit in the shower, I used it earlier—“

“—he just wants to smell her,” Pete chimed in from the floor, eyes never leaving his essay.

James groaned, running both hands over his face.

“You’re hopeless, mate,” Remus sighed from his bed, “Just ask her to Hogsmeade already, put us all out of our misery…”

#james potter fanfiction #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #sirius black fanfiction #james potter fluff

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Could you do a crash into me part 2? Something along the lines of Barba says you're cute or that and she is surprise. He tries to apologize, and they admit their feelings to one another, and have office sex?

He was perfect. That was just the end of the story. Rafael was absolutely, flawlessly perfect. Well, you were aware that some may have been able to find some flaws in him, but you couldn’t. You never had. Even the things about him you typically found obnoxious, you thought were perfect because they were just so perfectly him. From the moment you stepped foot onto the sixth floor — the floor where ADAs went to become rockstars — and saw him talking to the woman just outside his office, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

Dark, perfectly coiffed hair, intense eyes though their color escaped you, and an air of sophistication you normally found pretentious, but somehow he carried it with so much grace that you wondered if he was perhaps a prince that had renounced his throne to come work in the office of the Manhattan District Attorney. His confidence was palpable, and when he moved it was like he was doing so to the sounds of a solo violin playing a majestic composition.

He looked up as you passed by and gave you a polite nod, which you promptly returned, adding a smile just for the hell of it.

Then, he spoke. And while his voice was quite appealing, his words were not so much.

“'That must be the new ‘rockstar.’”

You had already made it past his office, towards your shoe-box that had been labeled an office when the words were spoken. And in truth, had it not been for his tone, you might’ve taken the words as a compliment. But alas, you heard snark beneath the syllables and your jaw had clenched though you weren’t about to make your remarkable hearing known just yet. In fact, as you walked into the small, square room with only a desk and a bookshelf near the sole, tiny window, you vowed to make his life hell.

Why? Because you had clearly had a chip on your shoulder. Sure, you were the youngest ADA to ever make the sixth floor and yes, your experience in the courtroom amounted to the equivalent of a pile of shaved parmesan cheese — thin but bold — but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t hold your own with the big boys. And Rafael Barba had certainly revealed himself as a ‘big boy’ that day.

Especially when, at lunch, he came sauntering into his office with sushi — again passing you in the hall and again bestowing upon you a polite nod — and another lawyer from across the hall asked, “I heard you nailed that bastard Tomlin in cross. Is there any case you can’t handle?”

“None,” had been his answer.

If he was the best, then you would take care to measure up to his stature.

That first day of observing Rafael Barba had been eight months ago, and you had more than proven your worth. You’d always been talented — the fact that your work reflected such was of no shock to you. What did come as a surprise, however, was that the man you’d initially found annoying with his expensive and colorful three-piece-suits and his undeniable wit would become the star of all your fantasies.

It began with finally noting the color of his eyes — a warm and enticing green that you could’ve stared into for hours and in which you could often see a glimpse of sadness beneath the bravado. Then his hands became a fascination of yours, large with thick, prominent veins running over in just the right places and long fingers that you often imagine buried in the depths of your core. That stupid smirk that was often more condescending than playful and yet still managed to be charming regardless of its context.

How did he do that? How was he able to make you feel foolish and horny at the very same time?

A vow to make his life hell had quickly become an adolescent form of flirting where you would do or say things that you knew got under his skin. It had quickly become a pass time for you, and you had found amusement in ruffling his feathers, especially when he would express his aggravation by shooting a glare in your direction. The fire in his eyes would set your skin ablaze, making a shiver trickle down your form and a tickle bloom in your stomach.

When you had been tasked to sit second chair on a big case he was trying, you had taken the opportunity to double down on your efforts to be taken seriously. He seemed to be somewhat receptive to your assistance, but had mainly relegated you to the role of secretary, which had irked you beyond belief. Convinced he hated you, you had all but given up your flirting tactics. It wasn’t until yesterday afternoon, while you were reorganizing your bookshelf, that your hope had been reignited.

There you were, in your joke of an office, moving books here and there with Dave Matthews Band playing from your IPod when you glimpsed his reflection in the window beside the bookshelf. You half-expected him to announce his presence, but when all he did was stare, you decided to show off a bit. At most you expected him to make a quick getaway once you started taking the advice of Dave Matthews to ‘hike up your skirt a little more’ but instead he stayed. He stared. And from what you could tell from his reflection in the window, he had frozen. The only thing was that you had no idea if it was because he was interested or that he had simply been caught off-guard.

“Y/N?” you heard from your doorway, and turned to see none other than the man himself, a resigned expression on his face. “Great job this morning. I never would’ve thought to ask about his fantasy football team.” He inhaled slowly and deeply, his chest inflating noticeably. “It won us the case,” he said in his exhale.

You arched a brow, unable to help yourself. “Did that hurt?”

He squinted at you. “I’m trying to pay you a compliment.”

“I know, I’m only asking if it hurt,” you replied, the corner of your lips curling into an amused smirk.

He snorted, tilting his head down to look at his shoes for a moment before looking back up at you. “Maybe a little.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment. Maybe now you’ll acknowledge that I can do this job just as well as any of you.”

His brows knitted for a moment as he answered, “I was never under the impression that you couldn’t.”

“Weren’t you?”

He shook his head. “No. I just find you a little insufferable at times.”

“Oh-Em-Gee,” you replied with a feigned offense.

“See — that right there, that’s obnoxious, and I think you know how I hate it, which is why you do it.”

“I’m sure I have no clue what you even mean, Barba,” you answered in a gentle laugh.

He narrowed his eyes, but you clocked the way he was trying to suppress a smile, and your cheeks grew hot.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I find it amusing that you get all bent out of shape over an acronym.”

“Several,” he replied. “Not just one, and not just every once in a while either.”

“Fine.”

“You’ll stop?” he asked hopefully.

“Sure.” There were plenty of other ways you had identified to get under his skin, you could afford to lose one.

“And the humming? You’ll stop humming obscure songs in the halls that later get stuck in my head?”

“Oh no,” you replied, shaking your head. “Absolutely-the-hell-not. I like my taste in music too much not to share it with the entire office.”

He snorted, shaking his head as his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You bobbed your shoulders. “Sorry.”

“Man, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” he replied. His face froze immediately after, his eyes the only changing feature as they widened in surprise.

He wasn’t the only one taken aback by his slip. Your heart, apparently finding hope in the remark, began to beat wildly against your chest. A thrill flourished in the pit of your stomach and your mouth went dry as you waited for him to speak again.

Cute. He thought you were cute!

He thought you were cute? Suddenly his starring the day before came into sharp focus. He wasn’t merely frozen in place from getting a glimpse of what you were like outside the context of legal work, he was interested. In you!

“You think I’m cute?” you asked, needing to hear it again from him, and in much clearer language.

“I…” He seemed at a loss, and you began to taper your expectations yet again. “Yes. I think you’re attractive.”

You licked your dry lips, teeth catching your bottom lip.

“Does that, um…” He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Does that bother you?”

The smile that bloomed on your face seemed to put him at ease, even more so when you replied, “No.” You ran a hand through your hair nervously. “Actually, I think you’re attractive too.”

He blinked, taking a few steps forward into your office. “Wait, really?”

Whether it was a surge of energy from hearing that your attraction was reciprocated or merely a result of how sexy he looked standing in the doorway with that hopeful look in his eyes, you couldn’t be sure. Whatever it was had you taking long strides to throw the door closed behind him as your lips pressed firmly against his.

Your moan buzzed against his lips when his hands pulled you flush against him by the waist, and you both stumbled for a few steps until he had you pressed against the wall. His tongue flicked against your lips, seeking entrance while one hand cupped your jaw as his head tilted. As his lips ventured to the pulse point in your neck, your hands made work of loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait! Wait!” he exclaimed between kisses. “Maybe we shouldn’t. Not here, we’re at work.”

You knitted your brows. “Seriously? I’ve thought about doing it specifically here at least seven times.”

“Seven?”

“Lucky number, I’d never think about it more than seven times,” you answered, kissing him again.

“That’s a little weird,” he whispered in a chuckle, his lips taking yours again as the hand on your waist fell to your hip.

“It’s not that weird.”

“What if someone walks in?” he asked, though, like you, he hadn’t moved in the slightest, his body still propping yours against the wall.

“That’s kinda kinky,” you replied, taking his lips again.

He groaned. “We should lock the door.”

“Yeah, we should,” you whispered, fingers resuming their task of unbuttoning his shirt while his lips found your neck again. “Or not.”

“Not?”

You stopped unbuttoning his shirt. “I mean, we can just keep most of the clothes on, that way if someone walks in, we can say we’re…” You couldn’t think of a valid excuse that would explain why you were both pressed up against the wall.

Looking up at you, he furrowed his brows as a smirk grew on his lips. “Yeah, I don’t think that’ll fly.”

“Probably not,” you mumbled. “Okay, you lock the door, I’ll bend over the desk.”

He stared at you for a moment, as though he was wondering if he’d heard you correctly. When you nodded is when he moved, going straight to the door to lock it as you made good and bent over your desk, lifting your skirt in the process.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he turned around and walked up beind you. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.”

“Hopefully no more than seven,” you said, wiggling your ass enticingly.

“No, no more than seven,” he muttered as he got to his knees behind you and bit down on one ass cheek while his hand swiftly came down on the other.

You yelped and moved your hands to grip the other side of the desk, biting down on your lip as he moved your soaked panties to one side. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you shuddered when his tongue slipped through your folds, teasing your entrance.

Arching your hips to give him better access, you let a moan fall from your lips as your muscles clamped, trying to trap his hot tongue with no success. Cool air touched your pussy as he moved back to pull your panties down your legs, and you wiggled your legs anxiously.

He didn’t leave you waiting long, licking you with the flat of his tongue in broad strokes from your clit to your asshole. Pulling your labia between his lips, one at a time, he took his time licking and sucking on every inch of your vulva before dipping his tongue between your folds, flicking against your opening. He moaned against you and lowered his tongue to play with your clit.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed, gasping, pushing yourself back against his face. “Oh my god, that’s so good!”

Rafael moaned, sucking your clit deeply, both hands grasping your ass, holding you open for him. “You might wanna keep it down, a locked door doesn’t mean a soundproof room.”

You whined and pressed your lips together, bringing one of your hands down to cover your mouth. A gasp caught in your throat as one of his fingers sank into you, his head tilting to make room. Bucking back against him, you rode his finger, needing more but afraid that your please would alert your office mates elsewhere in the building. As another finger joined the first, your fist came down hard on the desk, shoving your files and phone right off the smooth surface.

“Please,” you managed to squeak, a moan stopped short at the back of your tongue when his fingers curled and began to massage your g spot. The pressure deep inside you quickly tightened until you were holding your breath, anticipating the release that inched closer… closer…

He stood suddenly, and you nearly sobbed when one of his large hands pressed down on your back. The clinking sound his belt made as he loosened it made your muscles flutter urgently, the promise of him filling you sending a fresh wave of energy through your body all the way down to your core. You suddenly became incredibly aware of how empty you were and widened your stance slightly, eager to feel him inside you. Your muscles twitched desperately, seeking out something to grip when he pressed himself against your entrance. Reflexively, your hips arched again, the small of your back dipping to present yourself fully to him. A moan caught in the back of your throat as he slid past your opening, and in one long, leisure stroke was buried to the hilt inside you.

Your muscles hugged him, as if to never let him go and it pulled a satisfied groan from him, keeping him still. He stayed that way until you began to squirm again, needing him to move.

Rafael pulled out just as slowly as he’d entered until just the tip of him remained before he surged forward again, his hips pressing mercilessly against your ass.

“Oh God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, repeating the acting again, his hands moving to gently hold your hips in place. After a few slow yet firm thrusts, he started moving faster, harder until his hips created a beat that cracked over your skin. The sting of it on your ass kept you present, feeling every ridge and vein along his thick, long cock.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” you sighed, resting your head against the desk and letting him use you for his pleasure. The tickles between your thighs were so delicious and intoxicating that it was as if he had always been this way with you. As if he knew every inch and quirk and need of your body, and had fine-tuned himself to be perfectly in sync with you.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he mumbled, one hand stroking over your spine while the other kept hold on your hip, pulling you back into him.

“I-Is it as g-good as you imagined?” you asked between shuddered breaths.

“So much better,” he groaned.

Your muscles clenched around him, and you began to move back against him, looking over your shoulder, meeting his eyes.

“Fuck!” He pulled out.

“No!” God dammit, you were so close!

“Hang on, I just wanna look at you,” he replied, turning you around and pushing you back down onto the desk with a kiss as he slid back into you.

Whimpering against his mouth, you wrapped your legs tightly around him, your heels digging into his ass and using the leverage to drive him harder into you. From this angle, his cock dragged over your gs pot again and again, building the tickles in your pussy until it was all that existed for you. You looked up at him, hoping the look in your eyes was enough to convey your need to come.

He didn’t disappoint; with a smirk, he snapped his hips and reached between you with one hand circling your clit while the other hand clamped over your opened mouth. Your screams were muffled as the orgasm rushed over you like a tidal wave finally reaching land, drowning you in pleasure and all things Rafael. A moment later, he throbbed inside you, heat spurting against your insides and his cock flexing with each burst of his release. Body trembling, you undulated beneath him, savoring each after shock as it hit as a sting fell in your eyes, your skin on fire.

When you began to come back to Earth, you realized that your hair was stuck to your forehead, sweat had fallen into the corners of our eyes, and your body was ultra sensitive, even responding to his fingertips as they dragged over your ribs. His weight felt so good on top of you, keeping you present with him as he slowly lifted his upper body to look down at you.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he groaned, kissing you deeply and moving your hair off your forhead with one hand.

“Better than amazing,” you answered, kissing him again, your fingers sliding through his soft, damp hair. “Question,” you said as he carefully pulled out of you, and helped you sit up. “Is this a one time, get-it-out-of-our-system kinda thing or is this a let’s-give-this-a-go kinda thing?”

He blushed a bit, fixing his pants while you pulled your panties on, muscles clenched to keep any of his essence from dripping onto the floor. “I mean, I’d like it if it was a let’s-give-this-a-go kinda thing. Are you alright with that or…?”

You grinned, biting your bottom lip as he started to drip out of you and onto the seat of your panties. “I am definitely okay with that.”

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writingintheshadowsforever · 5 months

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It Was Real For Me Too Monica Rambeau x Reader

Summary: Monica is convinced you hated every second being trapped in Wanda's hex with her. In reality she couldn't be more wrong if only she gave you the chance to explain.

Carol raised a single eyebrow walking into the storage room of her ship. Where she kept all her extra cargo and miscellaneous items to see Monica rummaging around. The sound of stuff falling from the shelves along with someone whispering curse words is what drew her there. She already knew the identity of the culprit considering they were only four people on her ship counting herself.

You were off playing twenty questions with Kamala, and she was sure the young girl was taking notes for her fanfiction. That only left one person, and she'd been scarce from the moment you arrived on the ship.

"Is there something I can help you find?" Carol asked smirking when Monica jumped a little bit.

She threw a quick glare at the superhero who was still more of a mother figure to her. Then went back to searching through various boxes on the floor without a word. Her relationship was already rocky since the two still haven't worked through the abandonment issue, but it only got worse. When Carol decided to call you in to assist on the mission without consulting her first.

"Mon come on you're not the one who has to reorganize all this later" Carol pleaded.

"Do you have any liquor or wine on this ship?"

"I do but you won't find it here."

Monica stood up and turned around with a frustrated huff. "Where will I find it then?"

"I'll tell you if you answer a few questions."

Monica shook her head in refusal. "You owe me Carol you don't get to holdout on me."

"I do if you want the only bottle of wine I have plus I need to know what's going with you with what's at stake with this mission. Why does y/n being here bother you so much?"

"Its that obvious huh."

Carol nodded.

Monica let out a groan taking a seat on large container. She tried really hard to keep her cool once she realized you were on the ship. But then the two of you locked eyes, and it was her first time seeing you in almost a year. Her heart skipped a few beats as her legs turned into jelly when you hit her with that dazzling smile. The term absence makes the heart grow fonder couldn't be more true in this situation. She'd hope the time spent apart from you would've done the opposite, and erase her feelings for you. They just got stronger.

"I really don't want to talk about it Carol" Monica tried.

"Too bad y/n won't give me anything out of respect for you, and like I said I need to know what I'm dealing with here." Carol persisted not sounding apologetic at all. She was probably enjoying it in some weird way, because now Monica didn't have a choice but to confide in her a little bit.

Monica took a deep breath trying to figure out a way to explain her situation-ship with you without giving away too much. "You know I got trapped in a witch's hex right?"

"Yeah the one that gave you your powers right" Carol said following along.

"Well I kinda left out the part where y/n got trapped in it with me, and we were basically a couple doing couple things. Until I triggered Wanda's memory and she sent me packing." Monica explained hoping she didn't have to elaborate beyond that.

Carol frowned for a second before her eyes widened in shock only for a look of amusement to take over in the end. "Seriously aren't the two of you like best friends?"

"Yeah."

"Okay I get how it that could be weird at first, but it’s been a year. How haven't you two worked this out by now?"

Monica gave no reply and suddenly the container she was sitting on became ten times more interesting.

"Unless there's something else going on you haven't told me" The blonde woman added. A teasing tone in her voice to match the playful smirk on her face.

"Nope there is nothing else to tell" Monica lied. "You know what forget about the wine. Let's just go back to the mission."

She tried to scurry past Carol but a hand reached out catching her by the arm. Her grip strong and while she may have powers none of them let her match Captain Marvel's strength.

"Carol please just drop it."

"Let's go get the wine you're going to need it."

A Few Hours Later

Carol allowed Monica to drink enough to relax her a little bit before cutting her off. She probably would've finished off the bottle if she wasn't stopped. Carol had an idea or two of what was really going on, but decided it was just better until they got the coordinates from Kamala's mind to the next destination. Before trying to get the two of you to work through the issue. She could tell right away you weren't going to the problem in the matter.

You lit up with joy when she walked into the main hub of the ship with Monica in tow. "About time I thought you two were trying to sneak off without us or something."

Carol walked over to retrieve four head-gear contraptions that looked like a head-massager helmet. She gave one out to each of you explaining the process. "This will let us access Kamala's memories and see what she saw on the ship. No need to fear or worry I use it all the time trying to recover the memories. The Kree took me."

Monica shot her a look of sympathy. "Still."

Carol nodded sliding the head piece on.

"Wait will be able too see each other's memories as well?" You asked twisting it around in your hands.

"Yeah but as long as you don't focus on a particular memory too much. We'll be fine and won't be pulled into something else" Carol instructed.

For the first time both you and Monica squirmed a little bit glancing at each other nervously. You put the head piece on after along with Kamala, while your best friend still hesitated.

"Mon come on you got this" You encouraged her softly.

She took a deep breath letting your words wash over her and take effect. All of her worries seemed to disappear just like old times whenever you were by her side. You always looked after her if she fell you'd catch her. She put the head piece on.

Carol took the spacious couch with Kamala by her side. You laid down beside Monica for moral support. It was the first time the woman allowed you to be this close to her since you arrived on the ship. All four of you closed your eyes at the same time letting your minds link to each other. Kamala went back to the first fight with Dar-Benn. You were absent for the showdown, so you took in every single detail not just the coordinates. Carol told you that her powers were linked to Monica's and Kamala's.

You didn't know what she meant until now watching the fight play out. The three of them switching places whenever the other used their light-based powers. Carol brought you in because of your past with Kree she figured you could offer her an inside look on whar Dar-Benn's plan might be. The memory-sharing moved along smoothly as all three of you got a glimpse at the map.

Kamala played the memory back in slow-motion so you three could memorize it. Carol's mind went haywire letting her memories bleed into Kamala's throwing the three of you back into the past. The days of the Blip Carol and and Maria sitting on the front porch of Monica's childhood home talking about Monica, and other things.

Of course Monica freaked out trying to pull out, but not being able too. "Carol stop I don't want to remember this."

"I'm sorry I'm not doing this on purpose." Carol attempted to rein the memories again, but the door was open letting every moment flood out. Including the one where she promised a eleven-year old Monica she'd see her soon. All of you knew how that promise ended.

"Carol that's enough." Monica was begging now her voice cracking as the memory switched to her mother on her deathbed. Without thinking about you took her hand in yours squeezing it.

"Breathe Mon it's okay."

Carol's memories were pushed aside as a new wave took over overpowering her. They belonged to Monica and all of them were with you. The first day you and her met when Nick Fury called you in to help Monica deal with the aftermath of being blipped. Her breaking down in your arms after finding out about Maria's death. All the nights you spent holding her to chase the nightmares away, because your presence was the only thing that could soothe her. The memories were nothing new to you, and innocence. Monica panicked as she felt her control slip though, and memories you might've not been aware of appeared. "How do I stop this."

Now all four of you were back in Westview and while you were aware of what Wanda 's actions. This memory was new to you Monica in her S.W.O.R.D. uniform racing through the neighborhood. She ran right past the home she shared with you in the hex in a rush to get to Wanda. But you were still under mind control walking out the house dressed in high-waist jeans, and a long-sleeved blue shirt.

"Monica honey where did you go?" You called out to her.

She paused upon hearing your voice, and her heart swelled from the adoring look in your eyes. You were so in love for her, but none of it was real. She wished it was.

"You've been gone for a few days. you missed the fall festival did I do something wrong?" You blinked away a few tears as your smile wavered. You were hurt and confused by her disappearance.

Monica told herself back then what she was about to do was completely necessary. There was no harm in keeping the charade going as she wasn't sure of what would happened. If you came to your senses right now. You needed reassurance so that's what she gave you.

"Oh sweetheart you did nothing wrong you could never." Monica said turning back around to close the distance, and take your face in her hands. "You're perfect y/n God you're so freaking perfect I don't deserve you." Her words became more and more sincere as she went on her voice dripping with love.

"Monica-"

She cut off your words with her heartfelt kiss an arm gripping your waist as you melted. Her lips melded perfectly against yours just like all the other times. She pulled away slowly panting with her emotions running high. "I love you. I'll always love you y/n never doubt that okay."

You nodded touching your forehead too hers.

The memory came to an end only for another wave of them to hit. Your grip on her hand was so tight now her hand had gone numb. The two of you dancing in the house. Monica twirling you around by the hand with a happy smile. You climbing into bed with her snuggling up to her until her arms opened. A few more slipped through as Carol and Kamala stayed silent through it all.

"Enough of this." Monica cried tearing her hand free from yours to rip the head piece off bringing the session to an end.

You followed suit eyes flying open to find the spot beside you vacant. Monica was already headed to the the back of the ship.

"Um I'm just going to go stare into space." Kamala said not meeting your eyes. The young girl went over to the pilot seat.

"Don't touch anything Kamala I'll be over in a second" Carol yelled.

"Okay Captain" she replied.

Carol figured she'd start with you first blocking your path to the ship's hangar. "You need to go talk to her."

"She ran away before I could or did you not see that. She's been running from me for nearly a year now Carol" You argued.

"Well maybe it's time you start chasing her y/n." Carol shot back not backing down.

You threw your hands in the air with a humorless chucke. "As if it would make a difference Monica has been avoiding this conversation since Wanda's hex. There is no point even if I corner her she's not going to tell me the truth. I've tried, and all she does is dance around the topic. Until I drop it, you think I enjoy living like this. It sucks not having her around anymore. I went from seeing every single day to once every blue moon." You slammed your hand down on her work table, making it tremble. "Why don't you go try?"

Carol didn't stop you from walking past her this time, noting the watery eyes. She made her way over to Monica, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Out of view from the rest of you. She sensed Carol's presence the second the blonde woman walked into the space, and let out a sigh of exasperation.

Carol held up a hand to stop her protesting before she could a word out. "Don't tell me you're fine and nothing is wrong. That's a lie and both us of know it."

"Fine how about I don't want to talk about it" Monica grumbled.

"That's not a luxury you have at this point whatever is going is clouding your judgement right now. A teenage girl has been entrusted into our care, and we made a promise to get her back home in one piece. Which means next time we go into field you and y/n's heads need to be on straight." Carol gave her no other choice sliding down against the wall into a sitting position right next too her. Monica scooted over with a huff.

"Why don't you start from the beginning this time" Carol suggested.

"I was a complete wreck when I came back from being blipped. Just thrown back into the world so different than when I left. My mother was dead, and I never got the chance to say goodbye. On top of that I lost five years of my life, and then I have to hear how Captain Marvel swooped down from space to save the day in the fight with Thanos. I waited for you Carol." Monica paused lifting her head to look Carol in the eyes letting her see the tears gathered in hers.

She realized this wasn't just about dealing with her emotions for you, but was the much needed therapy session about Carol abandoning her for all those years. "I returned to mom's old home in Louisiana hoping you'd show up at some point. I told myself you were going to come back and apologize. Help me get through what happened, but you never did."

"Monica" Carol whispered her name with guilt laced in her voice. "I was bus-."

"Don't you dare" Monica cried the tears not falling from her eyes. "Don't you dare use the same old excuse I was too busy saving the universe. If we're going to have this conservation I want the truth. You want me to be honest about y/n then you're gonna have to be honest with me. Why didn't you ever come back before Thanos?" She fell silent with hardened eyes determined to get an answer.

How did the topic switch from you to her? Monica was like a daughter too her, and she knew she owed the younger woman answers for her absence all those years. But honestly Carol was hoping she'd be able to avoid the conservation a little longer. She wished they could just skip it, and an apology would suffice. But it was obvious Monica wasn't going to let that happen. She wanted an explanation.

"Okay fine you deserve the truth so I'll give it too you" Carol agreed. Letting a few minutes past by before continuing she needed to find the right words.

"Carol come on."

"I did a lot of bad things okay" Carol blurted out.

Monica furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What."

The blonde woman looked away not wanting to her surrogate daughter’s eyes anymore as she went on. "I know people think heroes can do know wrong, and even when we do. It was necessary or just a mistake, but that's not always true. I acted recklessly trying to fix a problem and only made things worst. The Kree call me the Annihilator and I hate that name with a passion because I deserve it Monica. I destroyed their home, their way of life, and then spent years punishing them for my mistake. I felt guilty and ashamed that's why I stayed away for so long. You looked up to me more than anything. Maria told me that no matter how many heroes there were I'd always be your favorite. I couldn't face you knowing I didn't deserve your admiration anymore."

A single tear escaped sliding down her face Carol acted fast too wipe it away. An arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Monica pulled her in coaxing Carol into dropping her head on her shoulder. She rested her own head on top of her childhood hero's. "Don't be ridiculous Carol you had no way of knowing that your actions would lead to all this. You were just trying to help which is all we can ever do. Sometimes we get it right and other times we get it wrong. No one is perfect." Her words brought peace to Captain Marvel's heart as the weight of her mistakes finally vanished. She couldn't stop the rest of the tears if she wanted to, so Carol just left them fall. The two of them stayed like that a little longer basking in their reconciliation.

"Y/N was the one who got me through it all" Monica finally whispered. Her arm tightening around Carol's shoulder. "She was like this bright star shining my dark and starless world. A beacon of hope bringing me back to life giving me reassurance every step of the way. That somehow I'd be okay again. I'd smile and it would be real one day. It was impossible for me not to fall for her you know."

"So what happened that led to this? Did it start in the hex?" Carol questioned.

"No it was before the hex originally they sent me out on the mission alone, but then Fury asked y/n too tag alone. He was still worried about me. I didn't know what we were walking into, but I had this weird feeling. After everything I lost I wasn't going to risk walking into danger without her knowing the truth. So I kissed her before we left for the mission." Monica took a deep breath pulling her arm away to bury her face into her hands.

Carol rubbed her back trying to give her some comfort. "And" she prompted not wanting to lose her now.

"She pushed me away" Monica whispered. "I knew right then she didn't feel the same. So I ran not wanting to give her the chance to formally reject me. I wouldn't have been able to handle it, and I still don't know if I can Carol."

"Moni-"

"No I don't think you get it every moment between us in that hex felt real, and it felt right to me. Sometimes I wonder if I could've broken free earlier than I what I did, but deep down I knew being with her in that capacity was the closest I'd ever get to being with her. So I let myself stay under mind's control on purpose. And for y/n when she came out she probably felt so violated. That moment when I went back into the hex I never thought she would find out about it. I confessed my love to her because I knew it'd stay between me and Wanda."

Thanks to the memory-sharing device you saw it, and knew the truth. How was she supposed to face now? The idea of discussing the events of the hex terrified her before. Now it seemed like an impossible feat.

"You run from her because you're afraid your truth is too much for her." Carol started pausing for a deep breath, and to lift Monica's head by the chin to catch her eyes. "But the more you run from her, the more you hurt her, and that I do understand."

Monica sighed as a whole conservation passed between her, and her surrogate aunt just by eyesight.

"I'm not going to force you to talk to her now, but please don't make her wait too much longer." Carol let Monica get settled against her again. The two of them staying there for just a little longer.

A Few Hours Later

The ship finally touched down at the landing port in Aladna, and despite Carol's weird behavior about the unfamiliar planet. Monica couldn't get off fast enough eager to escape being within close quarters with you. She promised Carol that after the four of you succeeded with stopping Dar-Benn and retrieving the second bangle. She'd sit down and have a much-needed conservation with you even if heartbreak was the end result.

That was her plan. Too bad you were done waiting around.

Carol walked the ramp with explaining to Kamala how things worked on Aladna. Monica hung back searching for you, and just when she thought maybe you had already exited the ship. You materialized out of thin air leaning up against the wall by the ramp. Arms crossed over your chest with a deadpan expression.

Monica jumped a bit cursing herself for forgetting invisibility was one of your powers. She frowned wondering why you weren't following Carol and Kamala. She got her answer when she took a few more steps forward, and you threw out an arm blocking her path.

"Carol you two go ahead. We'll go catch up" You said catching Monica by the waist as she attempted to go around you. She went still in your hold.

"Sure thing y/n don't take too long." Carol replied ignoring Monica's desperate plea for help. She walked out of sight with a giddy Kamala.

"That's up to you" You told Monica pulling your arm back.

"Y/N we really don't have time for this" she insisted. "We can do this later-"

You cut her off with a scoff. "You say that now but the second this mission is over, and we're back on Earth. You're going to runaway again putting as much distance between the two of us as possible. No more running Mon."

"Okay fine let's get this over" Monica exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. She turned around walking back into the center of the ship. "Go ahead and tell me how much you don't want to be with me, since you're so ready to reject me." She was yelling now with tears falling down her face.

You regarded her with sympathy as your face softened. "Oh Monica" you whispered right behind her. Her back was still you as she refused to turn around. "Monica look at me please" You tried again.

"No" she murmured.

You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh of exasperation. "There you go again assuming things. That's what got us here in the first place you know. You assumed I was going to reject you after that first kiss."

Monica glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "You eavesdropped" she accused offended.

"Not me" You said. "More like a bored sixteen-year old teenager who was left to entertain herself alone far too long."

Kamala came bounding over to the work table you were sitting at tinkering with some machine-part. Rambling how she didn't mean to listen in on Carol and Monica's private conservation, but she was searching for the bathroom. The young girl just happened to walk past the two of them talking and like any other teenager couldn't resist juicy gossip. She continued on saying it wasn't right for her to repeat anything she heard back to you, but then again it'd be a crime for her not to. Because Kamala was sure you and Monica were meant to be, so she was just doing her duty making sure you had all the necessary information. Then she finally told you what she heard before you could stop her. You didn't get a single word in during the entire encounter.

"I'm going to kill her" Monica muttered.

"Her parents won't like that, and her mom kind of scares me so you're on your own if you do." Neither of you could resist the urge to chuckle.

"What did you mean? You're telling me I'm supposed to believe there was going to be a different outcome. After you pushed me away when I kissed you."

Your smile faltered with Monica getting the conservation back on track. "Monica I wasn't rejecting you which you would've known if you gave me time to explain."

"Then what was it?"

"I pushed you away because the timing didn't feel right to me. I mean of course I had feelings for you. Still do in fact" You were quick to correct yourself. "I just wanted to be sure you felt the same for me, and wasn't trying to use me as a distraction."

Monica went through a plethora of emotions through your confession. Hurt when referred to your feelings in the past tense. Relief when you made it clear those feelings were still present. Last confusion when you dared to say she would do something so sick in her eyes. After everything she'd been through in her life the idea of hurting you in such a way made her sick to her stomach. "Why would you think that?"

"Monica" You spoke her name softly moving so you were standing in front of her now. Bringing a hand to rest upon her cheek smiling when she didn't pull away. "You were battling so many emotions back then between the grief of your mother's death, and the resentment from Carol's abandoning you. I didn't know if there was enough room for you to love me, or if you were just looking for an escape from the crushing burdens. If you had given me the chance I would've told you to give it time. After the mission was over we could take sometime to ourselves, and figure things out."

You stepped back with a light shrug. "But you never gave me a chance, and I thought the hex might've made things easier considering what we went through in there. It just made the situation worse."

Monica stood in the exact same spot as you leaned back into the table behind you awaiting her response. She was stuck in a daze trying to process your words, what they meant, and what was going to happen now.

"So the hex...." Her voice trailed off as she hoped you caught on to what she was asking.

"It was real for me too Mon, and not in a bad way. I just really wished you had waited until I was out before confessing your love for me. I would've said it back."

"Can you say it back now?" Monica said pleading to hear those three words come out of your mouth. God knows she's been dreaming about this day for far too long.

"I love you Monica Rambeau, and I want to be with you more than anything in this world. I know you've been through so much, and hurt one too many times. And while I can't promise anything I do promise to do everything in my power to make sure. I'm never the reason for your pain if you're willing to take the risk." You said with your eyes locked onto hers with so much love in them.

You got your answer when Monica surged forward taking your face in her hands, pressing her lips to yours. In what became a desperate and breath-taking kiss as you matched her urgency wrapping both arms around her waist. Pulling her body to yours till there was no space left between the two of you. Her lips were soft but rough as they moved against yours. You moaned into her mouth letting her tongue slip inside, and it was never a battle as she seemed to let you win. For once in her life Monica was finally given the chance to just step back, and let someone else take control. And who better than the person who put her back together when she fell apart. The person who had been the missing puzzle piece in her life for the past couple of months.

Monica pulled away for a brief second panting pressing her forehead to yours. "I love you too" she breathed pressing another kiss to your swollen lips.

You nodded leaning in to capture them again as she ended it all too soon for your liking. Tightening your hold on her waist you kissed her a bit harder this time.

"Okay wow I really didn't need to see that" Carol's voice came from behind the two of you ruining the moment.

You pulled away too see Carol standing there holding the oversize hat with streamers attached to it in one hand. The other was covering Kamala's eyes. The young girl let out a squeal of excitement.

"Yes this is so going in my fanfiction" she commented.

"Uh no its not" Monica said ripping her lips away from yours, and whipping her head around.

"Please this would make such a good story I'm already thinking of a plot" Kamala pleaded. "I'll change your names."

"No-"

"Sure have at it kid." You gave her your blessing cutting off anymore of Monica's protests with one last parting kiss. She sighed into it with slight irritation.

I guess I owe you a few dates after this huh" Monica stated.

"You owe me more than a few but I'm a forgiving girl under the right circumstances."

Carol let out a low whistle gaining everyone’s attention. "Alright I'm thrilled the two of you were able to figure out your feelings for each other. In the midst of this chaos but we still have a villain to stop, and a planet to save."

"Okay, okay" Monica conceded stepping out of your arms. You followed suit standing up straight again. "Lead the way Captain Marvel."

"Oh and y/n don't think you're getting out of a threatening speech from me about what I'll do. If you hurt her" Carol reminded you pointing a stern finger at you.

You held up your hands in surrender as Monica stood in front of you shaking her head. Her and Carol went into a playful argument walking forward to the ramp. You followed with Kamala by your side holding out her fist for you to bump.

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“Lance, buddy.” Hunk nudges his best friend gently, who is currently dead to the world, somehow using his own shoulder as a headrest. “We’re here. Up you get.” Lance makes a noise that sounds vaguely like a mix of muffled yelling and sobbing, then testily uncurls himself, opening bleary brown eyes just to glare through the windshield.

“You’ll be fine, you drama queen,” Hunk admonishes. “You’re always fine once your brain kicks in.”

Lance only grunts, shifting his gaze to the door and opening it.

Well, trying to. It takes him four tries before Hunk takes pity on him, turning off the car before getting out of his own seat and walking to the other side to open Lance’s door for him. He sighs slightly to himself — he’d been planning on dropping Lance off at work and then jetting, but he should’ve known that wasn’t happening.

“C’mon, out you get,” he says, opening the door. He has to stop Lance from faceplanting on the pavement when he trips over nothing.

“Yeesh,” comes a voice from behind them, “what alien came down in the night and sucked out his brains? Or whatever’s left of them, anyways.”

Pidge stands by the rear door of the cafe holding three bags of coffee beans in her arms, glasses gleaming in the moonlight and smirk making her look impish. Her poofy dandelion hair is more of a mess than usual, as if a brush was a distant thought.

“He’s on low power mode,” Hunk explains. He slips an arm around Lance’s shoulders, patting him delicately and perhaps a bit patronizingly on the cheek. Lance responds only by groaning again and flopping his head back to rest on Hunk. “Lance is very big on beauty sleep, you see. So this is kind of a nightmare for him.”

Pidge’s smirk only gets wider. “I do see.”

Somehow, she makes a simple phrase of acknowledgment sound like she has just formed several evil plans in her head and is about to commence Lance’s downfall. She makes no attempt to hide this, which speaks to her power.

“Pidge? Everything okay out there?” calls a voice from inside the cafe.

“All good, Shiro! Just harassing Lance!”

“Oh, okay then.”

This makes Lance pull away from Hunk in pure indignation, jaw dropped and eyes furrowed on betrayal.

Hunk bursts out laughing.

“I think you’re good now, dude,” he says, patting Lance’s back one last time before waving goodbye and heading back to his car. Lance watches him go, then stomps into the cafe, putting his apron on as aggressively as he can possibly manage and scowling at a gleeful Pidge.

“Hello, Zombie Lance,” greets an amused Shiro. He looks impossibly normal for a man who has to be awake and working at Three In The Goddamn Morning. “Thanks for coming in, kiddo. I appreciate it.”

Lance shoots him a tired thumbs up and then heads to the kitchen.

“Never in my life have I seen him like this,” Pidge remarks. She is practically bouncing off the walls.

Shiro raises an eyebrow at her. “He’s the only one here who can bake. You’re not allowed to make him quit.”

“Can I make him consider it?”

“No.”

Pidge pouts. “Aw, Shiro, come on! You’re not here on the afternoon shifts! He and Allura gang up on me, Shiro. I am a victim. They do that weirdo thing where they communicate with eyebrow wiggles and Looks Of Judgement and then suddenly they know every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

Shiro snorts, but shakes his head again. “Still no, Pidge. You’re all an asset to this team. Besides, Lance is the only one who doesn’t hate interacting with customers during rush. Do you want to start doing that? Because that’s what you’ll be doing if you annoy him into quitting.”

“Fine,” Pidge grouches. “I’ll only torment him a little. Until he gets his voice back. Fair’s fair.”

She sprints off before Shiro can stop her.

Chuckling to himself, Shiro continues unpacking the supply shipment, stacking sacks of flour in the store room and bringing boxes of teabags up front. They’ll probably be fine. They’ve worked here for years and managed to not kill each other. Sure, Shiro has never had three of his early-morning bakers and stockers quit at the same time, nor has he ever had to panic-text his best employees to get them to work outside their usual shift in the dead of night, but he’ll…manage. Hopefully.

“I’m here! I’m here! I’m not late, I’m —” Allura stumbles into the storeroom, frantically trying to tie her thick, kinky hair out of her face and shove it into her visor. She gives up very quickly, tossing the visor on a random surface and smiling sheepishly at her boss. “I’m a little late. But in my defense, Uncle Coran is trying to build a flux capacitor again so all the clocks were behind.”

“Grab a sack of flour, you walking mess,” Shiro says fondly. Smiling back at him, Allura does, picking up three sacks with complete ease and stacking them neatly.

“What do we have to do to open?” she asks. “I’ve done it a couple times, I think, but never this early, and —”

She’s interrupted by screeching, followed by cackling, and then the sound of several things clanging together as they fall to the floor.

She purses her lips, clearly fighting back a giggle. “Pidge and Lance in the kitchen?”

Shiro sighs. “Unfortunately.”

They follow the sounds of destruction, pulling the two fools away from each other, Allura dragging Pidge to go help her with the unloading and Shiro staying to help Lance. Between the four of them they manage to get the cafe stocked and prepped for the day, supplies out where they belong and enough goodies baked for the morning rush.

“Thanks again,” Shiro tells them, when six rolls around and they get ready to open.

Lance grins at him, having woken up fully sometimes around four. “All good! Opening shift is kinda nice, actually. You get to see the sunrise.”

Shiro smiles back, somewhat nervously. “It’s great that you feel that way, buddy.”

“Oh no,” Pidge says, sensing his tone.

Shiro pushes on. “—because Stephanie, Tyler, and Lou all quit. So. I am completely out of an opening shift.”

All three of them blink.

“Have you been opening on your own every morning?” Allura asks, concerned.

“No, this just happened,” Shiro assures. “That’s why I called you guys in. I know it’s frustrating, but I was hoping you guys would be willing to take this shift for a while, at least until I can get new hires. You guys like working together, so I pulled all three of you, but you don’t all have to say yes. I can definitely ask the late afternoon or evening shifts.”

“I never said anything about liking to work with the gremlin,” Lance grumbles, but he’s resting his elbow on Pidge’s head and his tone is nothing but fond.

“Yeah, and who says I want to work with two beanstalks?” Pidge complains. “If you move these two knuckleheads to this shift then maybe I can go back to my regular shift and work with appropriately sized people!”

“Oh, darling, I don’t believe any of our coworkers are preschoolers.” Allura bends down to Pidge’s height, face exaggeratedly sympathetic. “Child labour is illegal, you see.”

Pidge scowls as Allura and Lance burst into cackles, high-fiving each other. “You see?” she demands, gesturing between them and Shiro. “They gang up on me! Workplace harassment! I can’t believe you’re making me take the morning shift with these two doodooheads!”

“This is the best gift you could have possibly given me, Shiro,” Lance says, wiping a fake tear from his eye. “I’m eternally grateful for this opportunity.”

Allura sniggers. “As am I.”

“Alright, alright,” Shiro says, rolling his eyes. He shrugs on his jacket, tossing the keys to Allura — the most trustworthy of the bunch (Pidge will most definitely make copies for nefarious purposes and the one and only time Lance was trusted with the keys, they ended up accidentally baked into a banana loaf). “I’m gonna sort some things out and see what I can do to get some newbies hired. No killing each other while I’m out, and no making each other quit either. Play nice, children.”

The three of them call out some derivative of “will do, father!” and wave him goodbye, watching him unchain his bike from the side of the building and pedal off.

The second he’s out of eyesight, Lance turns towards the other two, hand flying to his nose. “Dibs on first pick of breakfast! And on not unlocking the doors!”

“Hey! No way!”

“You only get to dibs one, you cheater!”

———

Usually, Lance works from ten to five, so he gets the second wave of breakfast rush and both waves of lunch rush. Early dinner rush too, but only if he’s working on weekends.

Early morning rush, though, is a whole different ballpark. There are way more people, somehow, and a lot of them are ruder. Possibly the lack of coffee, but still. Pidge intentionally makes decaf after notices several people be much meaner than Lance than usual.

Not that she thinks Lance notices she does this. But she’s not very subtle, and every time she does it makes Lance smile.

“Whew,” Allura huffs, slumping over the counter. “That was rough.”

“Was it ever,” Lance grumbles. The cafe has been quiet for five whole minutes, signalling an end to the dreaded mass of customers who’ve yet to caffeinate themselves.

Pidge is very scowly. “That one guy was such a prick. He was so mean to Lance for no reason, and then he called you hotcheeks, Allura! Ugh. He’s going to be so miserable when he gets caffeine withdrawals. I hope they’re particularly bad for him.”

“Careful there, Pidgey,” Allura says, sharing a grin with Lance. “It almost sounds like you care about us.”

“That has nothing — I do not! I’m just —” She flounders, ears going red. There’s no bleeding heart like Pidge, but God forbid she ever admit it. “I’m going on break! Fuck you guys!”

She stomps off to the back, throwing her apron at Lance’s head as she turns the corner. Allura and Lance look at each other, and last approximately four seconds before cracking up.

“Payback,” Lance says between giggles. “She was a total shit this morning. I considered throwing eggs at her.”

“You didn’t consider shit. You did throw an egg at her.”

“Yeah, but she dodged, so it doesn’t count.”

Allura rolls her eyes. “If I put you in a chokehold but you don’t die, it still —”

She cuts herself off at the sound of the windchimes hanging from the door, looking over to see a guy walk in, their age, wearing a cropped leather jacket, fingerless gloves, big emo boots, and —

“Is that a mullet?” Lance mutters, aghast. “In this day and age? Unironically?”

Allura bites her lip, hurriedly turning towards the espresso machine. “I’ll get started on a coffee as black as his soul,” she teases under her breath.

Lance has the bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, and even then he can’t stop his smile. He turns to the guy. “Welcome to Starbrews. What can I get for you?” he asks, voice shaking with mirth. He glances at the man’s gloves, and then back at his face. “A pink drink?”

Is he being a little mean? Yeah, probably. Can he kiss any tip goodbye? Most definitely.

Oh, well.

The man scoffs. “Is that your idea of being funny?”

Lance shrugs, very much amused even if the beloved customer isn’t. “What’re you gonna get, then?”

The man hesitates for a beat, still glaring at Lance, then mutters, “A pink drink.”

Lance does his absolute best to keep his smirk at a reasonable level. He sees Allura’s shoulders shaking out of the corner of his eye.

“What size?” he asks pleasantly, tapping the register.

“A medium,” the man says, with no small amount of attitude.

Without waiting for the man to finish, Lance shakes his head.

Oh, he is delighting in this.

“Sorry,” he hums. “I don’t know what that is.”

The man looks a hair’s breadth away from reaching over to strangle Lance, which is excellent. Instead he places his hands on the counter very gently, in a way that tells you he is physically holding himself back from slamming them, and leans in close. He hums, mocking the way Lance did earlier, condescending smirk on his face. “It’s, like, in between a small and a lar—”

“Shh,” Lance interrupts, matching the man’s position, leaning so close he can see the freckles that dot his nose, and the faint scar on his cheek. “We go by tall, grande, and venti here? Most people know that.”

Most people don’t know that, actually. This is a privately owned cafe. This isn’t a Starbucks. Shiro just has an all-encompassing loathing for Starbucks and anything associated with it, and expresses this loathing with as much copyright as he can get away with, which is a lot. (Aside from the sizing, they even have two menus, labelled ‘Our Menu’ and ‘The Starbucks Menu’. How Shiro has not yet received a cease and desist, Lance does not know, but the pettiness as a whole brings him great joy.)

But for whatever reason, Lance appears to be set on being as annoying as possible to this random man today. Perhaps it’s because he is personally offended by the mullet. Perhaps it’s because Lance is neurotic and the man is objectively very attractive. No one will ever know exactly how Lance’s mind works, least of all himself.

The man’s eyebrows narrow, and something shifts in his expression. He smirks widely, tilting his head at Lance and putting his hand to his heart in a false show of genuineness.

“Aw,” he coos, as patronizing as Lance was seconds ago. “Do I look like most people, sweetheart?”

The mocking pet name only emboldens Lance further. He straightens, punching in the order — not that he needs to, there’s no way Allura isn’t paying full and complete attention, but still — and grinning.

“Absolutely not,” he chirps, as preppily as he can.

The man huffs, straightening up as well. “Hm. That was a little condescending, don’t you think?”

“Was it?” Lance drawls.

“Yeah,” the man says flatly.

“Interesting,” Lance dismisses. “Can I get a name for the order? Or does Billy Ray Cyrus work for you?”

Allura can’t tamp down her laugh at that one, clamping her hand over her mouth as soon as the sound escapes and hurriedly reaching for the coconut milk.

“Keith is fine,” Keith grouches.

“Sure thing,” Lance assures, writing Billy Ray Cyrus on the cup, and then a heart just to be annoying. He slides the cup over to Allura, who fills it up and walks it over to the counter.

“Pink drink for Billy Ray Cyrus?” she calls, because she may pretend to be more mature than Lance but deep down she is just as much of a shit disturber.

Keith scowls. “Not my name.” He takes the offered drink and then — to Lance and Allura’s great surprise — drops some money into the tip jar, before leaving the cafe in a huff.

“You are going to get your dumb ass fired,” Allura says once he’s gone.

“Nah,” Lance dismisses, grinning cheekily at her. “Shiro likes me too much. Plus, how would he ever find out?”

Allura grabs a rag and stars wiping the machines down, shaking her head. “You’d be surprised.”

“Oh, come on. What’s Mr. Emo gonna do? Tell Shiro? It’s not like they know each other. That would be romcom levels of ridiculous plot hangering. Not happening.”

“Whatever you say, Lance. When this comes back to bite you in the ass, I am going to point and laugh.”

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dracoxmalereader · 5 months

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Marks & Spencer

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Takes place ~late 2014 because that's when gay marriage was legalized in the uk 🤓 which is convenient because that also means they have cellphones. Texting best plot device. <3 Also I don't know how weddings work my parents didn't have one so I had nobody to ask. TT I dunno if you're supposed to be shopping for the clothes together but let's say that reader and Draco are shopping for their wedding suits together because that way it'll be easier to coordinate prices. Weddings aren't cheap! Draco did just lose his job when this takes place.

Summary: You and Draco are shopping for suits for your guys' upcoming wedding. <3 Much fluff and shenanigans ensue in the Marks & Spencer.

Word Count: 1079

“Telling your boss to ‘go make out with a dementor’ is not a very muggle-ly reaction.”

“Well he deserved it! He should be rotting in Azkaban for the paychecks he was giving us. How many hours of overtime did I work last week? ‘Cause it sure wasn’t ‘zero’ like he put on my paycheck.” Draco shook his head with a sigh, eyes focused on the rack of jackets he was shifting through.

He picked a jacket off the rod, slinging it over the growing pile on his arm. “And that’s why we’re shopping for wedding suits at an M&S.” You teased with a smile, no real bite to your words.

Draco continued complaining about his now ex-boss, and you exhaled through your nose in amusement. A lacey puff of white sticking out from the clearance rack behind him caught your eye, and you pushed past to grab it by the hanger.

You started to chuckle and held the overly frilly dress up to Draco’s figure, watching him turn to look. He deadpanned, his unamused expression making the dress, now draped fully over his front, that more hilarious. You giggled uncontrollably, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Are you serious?"

“You always were Slytherin's princess.” You threw your head back and cackled. Draco blinked, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His chest started to bob with silent laughter. He rolled his eyes and tried to act annoyed, shoving the garment off of himself with his free hand.

“You’re an arse, you know that?” He shook his head, “Go look at the cakes or something if you’re not gonna help me.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, catching your breath from your laughing fit. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to try these on anyways,” He lifted the arm with all the jackets piled onto it, “Not sure if they match my skin tone, y’know?”

You smiled at him lovingly. “You’re so high maintenance.”

He feigned offense with a telling smirk, pawing at your shoulder with his empty hand. “You try shopping for a complexion as unique as mine.”

“Sure, sea-salt. You can be as picky as you like,” You teased, leaning forwards to leave a smug peck on his lips before you put the dress back on the clearance rack. “It is our wedding after all.”

His face reddened and he shook his head with a flustered sigh, watching you saunter off towards the bakery section of the store.

Your eyes shifted back and forth on the shelf in front of you. Eyebrows furrowed, you chewed on your lower lip. Deciding on apple danishes instead of chocolate, you reached to grab them, only to feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Grabbing the boxed pastries and tucking them under your arm, you pulled your phone out.

WhatsApp💬

Dray🦦: Come to the fitting rooms.

Dray🦦: Please.

You raised a brow in confusion. You stared at your phone, unmoving, and watched more texts appear on-screen.

WhatsApp💬

Dray🦦: I’m in the third cubicle.

Dray🦦: Please come to the fitting rooms.

Concerned, you slipped your phone back into your pocket and walk-jogged out of the bakery section. You wormed your way through aisles, then through racks of clothes until you were turning a corner and shimmying down the little hallway to the third cubicle of the men’s fitting room.

You knocked on the door, concern lacing your voice when you called out to your fiancé. “Dray?”

There was shuffling on the other side and then the door clicked and cracked open, just enough for you to slip inside. You shut it behind you and your eyebrows shot up when you saw Draco. White lace clung just a bit too tight to his frame, frilly neckline dipping unevenly where it’s obvious he’d struggled to get it on. His hands laid flatly at his front, almost consumed by the puffy, layered tulle of the dress’s skirt.

Your jaw hung open before it snapped shut, lips pursed into an entertained smooch. “Pfft.”

Your mouth filled with air as you fought back laughter, slapping your free hand over your mouth. He met your eyes solemnly, eyebrows drawn tight. “Don’t.” He urged, but nothing could stop the eruption of laughter bubbling its way out of you.

You set the box in your hand down on the little bench beside him, snickering until you managed to calm yourself down. “What,” You paused, spreading your fingers and waving your hands in front of Draco for emphasis. “Happened.”

He pressed his lips together tight, fighting a small smile of his own. “I was just gonna take a few pictures to make you laugh, you arse, but the bloody zipper got stuck and I can’t get the damn thing off.”

You snorted, the corners of your mouth tugged downwards to fight another bout of giggles.

“This is all your fault! Is my suffering funny to you?” Draco whined, his expression telling you that he really wasn’t all that bothered.

“Turn around, you git. Let me help you.”

He complied with a lighthearted groan, turning so his back was towards you. The zipper was visibly snagged on the fabric, caught and pulling it taut half-way up his back. You stepped closer, squinting to get a closer look before pulling at it a couple times. You managed to free it, and the zipper slipped further, all but bursting the rest of the way open.

“I’ve gotta say, as stunning as you look in white, I don’t think this one’s your size.”

“Piss off.” He grumbled, turning back around. His face was bright red and his eyes lingered on the floorboards. He slipped the off-shoulder sleeves down his arms before looking back up at you.

“So feisty.” You simpered at him.

He smirked back, “I thought you liked me feisty?”

“I do!” You smiled back at him.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, just enjoying the comfortable silence, before Draco spoke again. “So, you gonna get out now? Or should I put on a show?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes, a silent chuckle shaking your chest. “Not that I’m opposed.” He dragged out the last syllable, teasing.

You shook your head in amusement. “Alright I’m going. Text me if there’s any more,” You pointed your gaze at the bunchy skirt of the dress. “Mishaps.”

“Darling, you know I will.” He winked smugly, and you slipped out the door of the cubicle.

How dare my parents not have a wedding. What if their eldest would need to understand weddings for his Harry Potter fic some 22 years later? /j

The funnest part of this was getting to look up 2014 phones. Draco 100% has an iPhone 6 plus he pre-ordered and the reader has like a Galaxy S4 he got on sale. Every iOS main needs their android user, and reader is Draco's.

This is less proofread than my others because I have 1 out of minimum 30 assignments done in all of my classes and they gave me an unexcused absence. Wouldn't be that big of a deal if I wasn't like one more of those away from a court date, so I've been focused on that lately. :P Let me know if there are any typos or grammar issues pls. <3

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x male reader #draco x male reader #draco x reader #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #tagging is hard #lmk if there's any typos #or goofs #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #x male reader

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svajonesblog · 1 year

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Ateez reaction to s/o writing them a huge love letter (hyung line)

Scenario

your boyfriend had been nothing but amazing to you so you decided to do something for him

Seonghwa :

Coming home at 12pm was not he’s plan

He felt bad knowing that you probably are already asleep

But was surprised when he saw the living room light on

You greeted him with a smile and after taking off his shoes he dropped his bag and sat next to you bringing you closer

“What are you doing up sweetheart ? It’s late you should be asleep “ he said kissing your cheek

“ I know just wanted to give you something “

You walked into your office and brought beck a light green peace of paper that was folded in half

“What’s this ?” He said as he took it you sat down next to him putting your head on his shoulder “open it “

And he did , it had a white peace of paper with the words “ to my only one “ on it

He pulled the paper and to his surprise it unfolded to 15 peace’s of paper

It took him a 25 minute to read it seeing all types of happy expressions on his face

He sat it down on the table and turned to you “ my baby is so adorable !!! “

He was all over you that night kissing you and Hugging you he made sure the latter was in a safe place

The Sentence the caught his attention most

“ and as I held you in my arms that day I felt like I held the universe”

Hongjoong:

You owned your own successful business

Most times you worked from home but you had to go abroad for an important collaboration

Both of you and your bf were sad about it because he had a very successful comeback that week which means you had to miss the celebration party

on face time he told that Him and the boys i are going to get this huge award Tomorrow and he was excited and wished you were there

You felt bad because Hongjoong always talked about if he received Saïd award he wants you to be there

So as tomorrow came when he was in his dressing room getting ready he heard a knock on the door and asked San to open it

A man in a fancy suit step in “ I have a special delivery for Mr Kim Hongjoong?”

“ i didn’t order anything though? Does it say from who ?” Asked a very confused hongjoong

“Yes it’s from miss l/n y/n ?

He immediately sighed for it and took the box

“ ohhhhh hyung you’re blushing “ said wooyung as San pushed him leaving the room with the others giving the leader some time alone

He opened it to see a flower bouquet made with green and yellow papers with a note that says “ open every flower love “

He’s smile kept on growing bigger and bigger as he opened the flowers finding cute notes or compliments

He ft you later telling you how much he adores you and the gift and he promises that once you get back he will have the best gift ever for you

The sentence the get his attention most :

Your beautiful ! Every moment that I spend with you is simply wonderful

Yunho:

You have been locked in your office for hours

Yunho didn’t know what were you doing but he knew that if you spend another hour in there he is going insane

He heard you make a few noises of paint here and there and that was not helping him calm down

Every time he tries to come in you just yell at him to go away and wait and that’s your fine

When it was dinner time you came in to the dining room with a bunch of bangs on your hands

“Are you okey ?!” Your bf asked as he set your plate down

“Yeah i wish someone told me that cutting tape while sleep deprived would cause me 20 cuts “

He was so confused but kept quite due to the fact you asked to just eat so you could show him what you have been working on

After dinner you asked Yunho to follow you to your office upstairs

When you walked in the floor was covered with papers stickers coloring pencils hot glue cardboard peaces

“Take a seat “ he set down and you handed him a book when he opened it he teard up

The book was hand made by you it had all of your funny stories together pictures text messages and even the amusement park tickets from your first date

“ ohh baby I’m keeping this forever !! I love you so much your the best “

The sentence that got his attention the most :

“Even when the world is falling apart even when the sun doesn’t shine I promise I will always be yours and will always be mine “

Yeosang:

It was after you got in to a huge fight with him

It wasn’t like you to start anything

But you were stressed and just Wanted to to sleep and he kept going on and on about how fun their new dance instructor was

And something came over you and you screamed that if she was so fun he could go to here instead and just let you sleep

When you woke up the next day you realize what you had done and wanted to apologize

So you worked hard that day you cleaned the house and cooked a nice meal and worked on an your apology latter

Yeosang was surprised when he saw a text from you telling him to go to your shard bedroom when he gets home

He picked up some flowers for you as an apology and went he reached home he went upstairs

When he walked in he found a envelope ( like this one ✉️) with a heart on it on your bey

He opened it and saw that it was a map of your house

He followed the direction on it to every room of your house finding letter after letter when he entered your backyard he found a candle lit dinner with you waiting for him

“Oh baby you didn’t have to “

“ yes i did I’m really sorry for lashing out on you I was really tired and you kept going on and on about the her and I just -l”

“ no it’s fine I shouldn’t have been talking about her in the first place I love you baby let’s just enjoy our evening ,yeah ?

You kissed and made up and he couldn’t stop talking about the love letter he found and telling you how much he loved you

The sentence that got his attention most :

I always thought i can do it alone ,but then I fall in love with a boy that took away all my pain “

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez reaction #atinyateez #ateez imagines #kpop reactions #ateez x atiny

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thatgirlyourejected · 16 days

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Yandere Opera x ex girlfriend reader. Prompt 2

You live like this? Clearly you need me to take care of you.

Trigger warning, smoking, depressing themes, yandere themes, abuse, homelessness, kissing, bondage, mentions of sex.

You lazily took a drag from your cigarette, inhaling the bitter tobacco; let it fill your lungs, infesting them, tainting them. With a puff a ring of rose, releasing the addictive substance into bitter morning air. You rest your upper body against your veranda, a small consolation attached to your otherwise decrepit apartment.

Things hadn’t been going smooth for you, your bloodline magic weaker compared to the rest of your siblings; not a good thing considering how traditional your family was, “only the strong survive.” You could hear your mothers voice echo with the taunts of your siblings. They were merciful enough to kick you out after graduation, rather than follow up on the promise of killing you. Things spiraled from there, with no friends or support so to speak, it was hard finding shelter, with little to no money there was a bit of time you were on the streets. Sneers of disgust at your grimy appearance we’re plentiful. Finding a job was equally as challenging, and you weren’t about to prostitute yourself, you still had your pride as a demon. So you scrounged, clawed, fought… and finally you found where you fit; a small time job working at an ice cream stand at an amusement park, newly hiring employees after it was demolished by a freak accident. It was small change but it was enough to live.

If you had to say anyone would’ve been on your side, it would be your ex Opera… well not really, you were just childhood sweethearts, things changed and you lost contact with him. What can you say that’s life, demons come and go.

You sigh heavily, flicking you cigarette. The past month had been odd, ever since you settled in to your apartment you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. Thing moved, or disappeared all together; you tried writing it off as being forgetful, or just because of how messy the apartment was, but it was hard with how frequent it’s becoming.

The apartment was one room, you had a small cot, at the center, the kitchen consisted of a small folding table, a microwave, and a mini fridge, the bathroom was hidden by a curtain, leaving little privacy. Most of your thing were strew about in no particular order, seeing as you had nowhere to store them, clothing was folded next to the cot, under the cot was your essentials, laundry was piled high next to the toilet, the kitchen was filled with boxes of dried food, cutlery and dished stacked under the sink counter. With how mall the room was it left barely a path to leave.

Too deep in your thoughts you were startled feeling arms wrapping around your waist, kisses were planted on you neck, with a familiar purr. “Opera?” You recognized his scent, his purr. “You live like this?” He murmured. I hummed, “not much of a choice.” His arms tightened, “clearly you need me to take care of you.” He growled. I shook him off, “what do you mean? I’m doing the best I can?” I whispered, avoiding his piercing gaze. “Marry me.” It wasn’t a question.

You wished things hadn’t been so rushed, you wished you never agreed, but a part of you loved him and hated him. He was never around, and your resentment grew. You tried to leave, but every time ended with punishment that left you delirious with pleasure, sometimes you were left chained to the bed for days. If only you hadn’t be so desperate for a happy ending.

#welcome to demon school #welcome to demon school iruma kun #demon school #yandere #asks are open #opera #opera x reader #reader #prompt 2 #yandere x reader #yandere Opera #tw #gn #gender neutral reader #no gender specified

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front-facing-pokemon · 4 months

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I just found this blog so I'm jumping aboard the plushie bandwagon.

First we got Absol. (i feel like maybe i should've taken a closer-up picture but it's the face sooo)

Then a Wooloo

And, saving best for last, this Leafeon plush I own... of which I swear on my life is official merch.

I also have some more eeveelutions (plus an eevee and a few more) but: 1. I didn't want to send too many. 2. Eeveelutions are more popular so I wanted to give some other people the chance to submit their own. 3. I don't know where my Pikachu and Snivy plushies are cuz I own too many stuffed animals.

Only reason I submitted Leafeon was so I could show off this ~masterpiece~ of a plushie I own. And it's face isn't the only thing wrong with it too lol. Also I just noticed I accidentally had one of the ears hanging back but I'm too lazy to go take another photo but i hope this amuses you nonetheless.

ALRIGHT THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF YOU AS I'VE BEEN OUT WITH MY FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS HUH

let's start with these guys. beautiful. wonderful. i do not believe that that leafeon is official merch. this statement is baffling to me. welcome to the front-facing pokémon family. i love the eyes on that absol and wooloo is one of my faves. i was rather obsessed with it when it first came out and have a whole wooloo tag on my main blog because of it. though i guess i cleared that whole thing out recently so i don't anymore

let's get the nose ratings out of the way:

↑ this is a lie. 10/10 chespin

it's very wide and also 10/10 you're being too harsh. merry day to you too

circular face indeed. did i already post this one? if i did you can have it again

clodsire be upon ye. clodsire fans this is your treat until gen 9

this is a trend now. i think tumblr just crunched this image to hell for some reason so here's what the text says:

"Felt like joining the others for front facing pokeplushies [images] I have more pokemon but its early morning and these are the plushies that are easy to access"

i have not but i imagine "a moment" has long passed by now. my apologies but apparently today was an important day or something? idk

YEAH it's super unbelievably fucked up. i think i kinda remember the circumstance being a bit dire so everyone else was more worried about either 1. protagonist getting stomped on brutally or 2. saving the world from kyurem / the bittercold. i was totally under the impression that he was dead in that moment but i guess the characters may have known that he would just come back? i seem to vaguely remember partner being surprised that he came back and being like "but we watched you die :OOO" but maybe i'm misremembering that. i do create a lot of pmd lore on my own time so i have a hard time telling the difference between canon and fanon sometimes

two a day makes the world go round! this blog started when i started college, paused for 80% of my college career and now has started back up and i just graduated college a week ago. i would say "how time flies" but it has been a very, very long year

i've said it before and i'll say it again: gen 6 is my favorite gen, so you'll be seeing lots of favor for this gen from me in the tags i'm sure. maybe gen 6 is my excuse to start doing other things here. like that stream i keep talking about

if they put meloetta as a little obscure puzzle thang in sv, i'm sure they'll do something for genesect. i hope. at least for keldeo probably. genesect i'm not sure is very popular, unfortunately, outside of the tumblr crowd. if the general public's opinion on genesect is favorable, then maybe

okay and then i tried to scroll down further in my screenshots for more asks and saw the wobbly will smith in a hospital bed Gimme a Hug, Man that i copied from the "i get a little bit genghis kanghis" post so that's it. to everyone who christmases: merry it. it is today. although it's basically over by now so! merry boxing day for tomorrow if i don't say anything tomorrow. but i probably will. now i'm gonna go queue up today's 'mons because i haven't done it yet today. see you all in a few weeks when those post

#gti spoilers #under the cut. don't look if you haven't played it it's an amazing game #not pkmn #nose ratings #about to queue up gogoat and pancham so be ready for those in a while

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silverynight · 1 year

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Fragile

Tanjirou is barely conscious, he can't open his eyes, but he's aware that he's fallen on the ground, all over the snow, after the fight against the demon. He can't move, he's freezing and he really needs to stand up and find shelter if he wants to survive.

Focusing on his own breathing has never been more difficult; the air is so cold he feels like it's hurting his lungs.

He gets worried when hears footsteps; his sense of smell is not working due to the weather at the moment so he's not sure if it's an enemy or not.

Suddenly, he's floating, no, he's not... Someone's carrying him. Trying to open his eyes hurts and he passes out completely before he can do it.

The next time he manages to open his eyes a little he is aware that he's in a cave, but he's not that cold anymore, he's covered with a couple of blankets and someone has him on their lap. Before he loses consciousness again, he nuzzles against a warm chest.

Tanjirou finally opens his eyes; he's getting better, mostly thanks to the blankets and the bonfire. He's on the ground, but someone put even more sheets and clothes so he's not that uncomfortable.

A gasp escapes his mouth suddenly and he panics for a couple of seconds before he notices the wooden box next to him and opens it only to make sure Nezuko is there, completely asleep.

Too late he realizes he's not alone and his eyes try to focus on the shadow at the other corner of the cave, standing a little ominously.

When they step closer to the light, Tanjirou tries to get up and find his katana, but it's more than obvious that his body is not ready to move again.

"You know I would've killed you if I really wanted to, Tanjirou," of course Akaza remembers his name. "You're exhausted at the moment and probably haven't eaten anything in a while, right? Actually, even if you were completely fine you know you wouldn't last long against me."

Sadly, he's right. Although it means he must've another purpose and Tanjirou is not sure he's going to like it.

"Then why am I still alive?"

"I enjoy fighting, especially when my opponents are at their best. When we see each other again I need you to be prepared."

Coming from him sounds perfectly logical, although Tanjirou has the feeling that Akaza has something else in mind. He's not being completely honest.

"So... You got me here and started a fire so I don't die from the cold," Tanjirou mumbles, although the upper moon three seems to understand him because he nods. "Thank you."

Akaza grimaces at that and he doesn't know why, but it makes Tanjirou chuckle. The demon looks so offended at someone being grateful to him that Tanjirou can't help but find it really amusing.

"I'll bring you food."

"Wait–"

It's too late, the upper moon is gone. Now it'd be the perfect time to try to escape, but Tanjirou's body doesn't seem to cooperate. Besides, he's not entirely sure where he is.

When Akaza comes back with a couple of bento boxes, Tanjirou narrows his eyes at him.

"Where did you get that?"

"Don't worry, I didn't hurt any of your precious, weak humans," Akaza assures him, sitting next to Tanjirou before handing him one box. "There's a town nearby, well... nearby for me... It's one of those places that is more busy at night. A man was trying to sell a lot of these... I just took a couple."

"You stole from him."

"He didn't even notice!" Akaza huffs, rolling his eyes.

Tanjirou sighs, realizes he's starving and makes a silent promise to find that man and give him money.

Then he starts eating and doesn't notice Akaza has been watching him until he takes the second bento box.

"Do you want some?"

"You must know demons don't eat human food. I find it tasteless."

Again, Tanjirou finds his expressions hilarious so he allows himself to laugh, he needs it. Akaza looks almost outraged.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No," Tanjirou chuckles. Akaza growls, but for some reason it seems like he's not actually mad.

He feels the demon leaning closer, but he doesn't try to move away. Tanjirou can't actually escape, besides Akaza is right, he would've killed him already if that was what he wanted.

When he finishes eating, Akaza takes one of his hands and looks at it almost with fascination. He turns it around and runs one of his fingers over Tanjirou's palm, noticing how rough it is due to years of training and hard work.

"You're so fragile," Akaza comments, almost like he's offended again. "All humans are so weak. Your body is so easy to break."

That could almost pass as a threat... But the demon looks actually curious, almost puzzled by it... There's no actual venom in his words, just genuine confusion.

"You were human once."

"I don't remember."

Tanjirou sighs, feeling compassion spreading inside his heart, but for once part of him thinks like he shouldn't, especially after what Akaza did to Kyojuro, even though the flame hashira managed to survive.

"We are fragile and we can die easily," Tanjirou admits. "But we're also very strong when we want to."

Akaza doesn't argue with him, instead he puts his hands together to compare them.

"You're very tiny," he comments in a way that makes Tanjirou roll his eyes this time, because the difference is actually not that much. "You... must be getting better because you feel warm."

"I feel better," Tanjirou nods, trying not to smile when he mumbles: "Thanks to you."

However, this time Akaza doesn't grimace, he just pulls Tanjirou closer.

"You need to sleep."

And Tanjirou does, because he's still too tired to do anything else.

***

He's gone in the morning; Tanjirou gets his stuff, eats the last bento box makes sure Nezuko is alright and heads to the nearest town.

Turns out Akaza was right, it was not that close from where they were, at least for a human who's too tired to move faster.

He pays for a room, buys more food from the man who was probably selling those bento boxes, leaves him extra money and stays for the night.

At midnight, a sound wakes him up; the door slides open and Tanjirou is ready to fight when he recognizes the demon in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, curious as he goes back to lie on the futon.

Akaza kneels in front of him.

"I just wanted to make you sure you were alright."

"I am much better," Tanjirou admits, allowing himself to relax and smile at him.

Akaza nods, but sits on the floor before looking back at him. He touches Tanjirou's cheek once before getting up and heading towards the entrance again.

"I'll see you again... soon."

"Goodbye, Akaza," Tanjirou says. He's grateful, he truly is, but he also has the feeling that he got himself in so much trouble out of the sudden.

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