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cupidhoons · 2 months

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phone call ⟡ p.sh

syn being on call with your ex-boyfriend wasn't the best move — but it also wasn't the worst...

wc 861 && trope second chance romance(?) mlist

note 🗒️ ; Hi. Ending is opened ended so Please don't Sob and yell at me in the Comments 🤗🤗 the end was kinda rushed so idk but anyway this was also inspired by a thriller book that i'm reading and i found this small scene pretty cute :p

"Sunghoon, I miss you"

The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You didn't mean to say it — you didn't even realize you were thinking about it. "Sorry — that's the wine talking," you explain quickly. You pray he doesn't hang up.

He's quiet for a moment. Good job y/n — you thought — you just stated you missed your ex to your ex, stupid.

"Well, now it's the Sunghoon talking," he says with a chuckle.

You feel your heart do a flip. You missed this, too — his dumb, foolish jokes. You believed it was one of his best charms. You remember him telling you that eating miso soup made him "miso happy." "That's horrible," You'd say giggling.

"Oh please, you love it," He'd reply, and you did.

The phone is quiet again.

Until finally: "So what do you miss about me?"

You wished he just hung up. Or never picked up the phone call from you. "I miss..." You begin, hoping that the sentence will continue itself. Everything you want to say, but you don't.

You think about it for a moment, being careful of what you say to your ex on the phone. "I miss your bushy eyebrows," you say, like an idiot.

You find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, thinking. "I miss the smell of your cologne. I miss you complaining about how I always steal your hoodies. I miss your touch. I miss how polite you are to people. I miss having late-night talks with you before going to sleep together."

You laid yourself down on the bed, the bed that you both used to share. "I miss our light hearted bickering." The first "argument" you both got into was over pancakes and waffles — you thought waffles were better than pancakes and he thought the opposite. It was stupid — stupidly funny. You remember the look on his face when you said your claim, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw dropped.

"I miss teaching you english and your cute accent when you say things. I miss how you pronounced "ate" as "ete." You hear his chuckle through the phone and you laugh, too. You find yourself crying. "I miss your stupid, stupid dad jokes. I miss calling you handsome and you'd respond with an 'I know' with a stupid fucking grin."

"Language."

"Sorry." You sniff.

"Are you-are you crying?"

"No, shut up."

You pause.

"I miss you so much."

Another pause.

"I love you so much." You let out a shaky breath. You didn't care at this point, you just miss him. You miss him, You love him.

There's a silence, a long one. You breath in.

"I'm not good for you, y/n," the playful banter that was in the room two minutes ago left the atmosphere.

"I'm- I wish I was, and if I were I would've stayed. I would've stayed with you. But I'm not."

"Yes you are. You are good for me. I still want you Hoon, I don't care if you're bad for me. I- I just want you."

His breath hitched. You hear him let out a soft "fuck" before breaking the silence.

"Sorry," You mumbled. Sunghoon clears his throat before replying.

"No- I mean uh...Don't be sorry. It's fine, it's just-um,"

"It's just...just what?"

"I miss- fuck- I miss you too, y/n. I miss you a lot," he continues. You can tell by his words that he's nervous. After all, you did date him for 4 years.

A third pause, lasting longer than the two previous ones in this call. You wonder if this phone call was a bad idea. A drunken mistake. You want to bury yourself.

You hear him let out a sigh. "I'm sorry a broke your heart. I'm- well I was- I was being stupid."

"You should be sorry, you bastard," you say jokingly. You hope he laughs. He does, and you feel yourself smile.

"Y/n," he says. You hum in response.

"Do you maybe...um...perhaps start over?" Oh. Oh. You weren't expecting that. "Are you fucking serious, Park?" You ask in disbelief.

"Yes. Also, language." You giggle at this response.

"Right. Sorry." You let out another giggle. To which you assume it's the wine taking more effect on you. How much did you drink again?

"I can give you some time to think about it, if you'd like to think about it,"

"Sure...I mean it's not like I just cried to you on call and told you how much I missed you." He chuckles at this.

"You aren't wrong, but I assumed it was the wine."

"Maybe. Maybe not." You press your lips together before saying something.

"I will think about it, Hoon. And I'll tell you my answer when I make up my mind. Ok?"

"Yeah. That's-that's fine with me. I'm...I'm gonna hang up now. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Okay Hoon. Goodnight to you too."

"I love you too, if you were wondering. I never stopped and never will. Even if I wanted to."

You feel yourself blush. He ends the call and you hear the beeps from your phone. You let out a sigh and feel your eyes close on you.

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imwetforyourmom · 3 months

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the dress.

summary: chris and y/n are going to go out with friends, that was until chris saw her in that dress.

warnings: praising, degrading, smut, dom!chris sub!reader, swearing, kissing

okurr, lets get on with this

y/n slipped on her red dress, the one that had a thigh slit, with a beautiful shine to it in the light.

she admired how it hugged her curves, defineing her ass perfectly, making her tits look great — overrall. she looked absolutely gorgeous in this dress.

she stared in the mirror a few moments, looking past how beautiful she looked. but instead thinking if this dress was too much for a dinner with a couple friends.

“chris!” she called, needing a second opinion. little did she know what was to come later.

chris peeped his head in, he hummed a “hm?” in response.

he took a second glance at her as he finally processed what his already beautiful girlfriend was wearing, a red dress that perfected her skin, making it glowy. it hugged her waist and hips almost perfectly.

he walked over to her and took a better look. the blush on his cheeks only growing more.

his jaw fell slack as he continued looking and checking out how beautiful y/n looked in this dress.

“should I wear this dress tonight? I feel like its too much.” she groaned, her hands pulling up the sides of her dress under the armpits. then flailing them down to her sides, she blew out air from her bottom lip.

“I- I mean… I’d prefer you without clothing.. but- uh…” he couldnt bring himself out of the trance y/n currently had him in.

“cmon chris.” she leant onto her hip, shifting her weight onto one foot.

this only sent chris into a frenzy, her hip popping out, her head slightly tilted to the side, the red dress complimenting her so so much he just could not get enough.

“do you think the dinner could wait a bit?” he walked closer to her, placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her close to him. he looked down at her, his dick undeniably hard as fuck.

she chuckled as she felt the slight poke of his dick in her thigh. “im sure they can wait, if you need me that bad.” she made sure to say ‘need me’, she didnt know why but it just felt better saying it instead of ‘want me’.

chris leant down quickly and connected their lips, his hands worked fast and made their way to her back, fiddling with the zipper of her dress.

he disconnected their lips and trailed his kissed down her jaw to her neck, “we’ll need to be quick though, chris.” she groaned, arching her back into him as his lips went farther down her skin.

“mm hmm” he hummed against her skin, he kissed her collarbone one last time before pulling the zipper of her dress down and pulling away, letting her strip fully while he pulled his pants and boxers down.

she shimmied the dress down her body, pulling her panties down aswell.

he connected their lips once again and walked her to the bed, stepping carefully over her dress in order not to break nor damage it in any way.

he laid her on her back, he pressed a quick but loving kiss to her hand. then situated himself between her legs.

he ran his fingertips down her ribs, hips and thighs, the feeling sending goosebumps down y/ns spine, making the moment all the more sexual (ig, idk man)

he moved his hand to the base of his cock and pumped himself a few times, he moved his other hand to the bed, next to her side and leaned all his weight onto that hand as he ran his tip gently through y/ns folds, collecting her arousal.

y/n bit her lip, she spread her legs further and pulled them up higher towards her chest. giving him better access for when he actually pushed in.

he looked up at her eyes, “you ready baby?” he muttered, his tip dipping just slightly into her.

she nodded her head, biting her lip harder in anticipation.

he moved his hand away from the bed and put both his hands on her waist, gripping hard, ensuring she’d stay there and not move.

he pushed slowly into her, pushing all his length into her.

he bottomed out, and stilled inside her for a moment, before slowly pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in. taking y/n by surpise as she let out a scream.

he groaned as he thrusted hard and fast into her, “so fuckin tight” he screwed his eyes shut and moved his hips faster into her.

y/ns fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulder and scratched all the way down to his back, needing some sort of stability from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure she was feeling.

moans, grunts, groans and skin slappjng filled the room, aswell as panting.

“you think you can show your body off to my friends in that dress? let me remind you, you’re mine. fucking mine. not theirs.” he grunted, pushing farther into her, if that were to even be possible.

y/n whined but was quickly interrupted with a moan as he thrusted into her once more, and then again, and again.

“only I get to see your body, only me.” his voice was sternish, but it was a bit falty because of the current activites going on.

he quickly took notice of how fucked out y/n looked, he knew she would have such a hard time with listening and answering him.

“I wanna here you say it baby, whos- whos fuckin- whos slut are you?” he spoke smirking slightly, knowing his advantage over her right now.

y/n glanced at him, then where they met, and looked at the ceiling, she took in a breath before looking chris in the eyes and saying “yours. I- im yours. and you’re mine.”

he bit his lip and only drove harder into her as she finished her sentence, they both moaned out, chris’ sudden pick up in pace surprising y/n.

“tha- thats right sweetheart.” he cooed, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to the side of her mouth, before leaning back and grabbing ahold of her hand, that was currently gripping into chris’ forearm.

he grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers together, he placed them by her head and held it there as he continued thrusting in and out of her.

a tightening feeling begin to form in y/ns stomach, signaling that she was close.

“chri- chris! im close!” she moaned out, her voice breaking as she spoke, the pleasure she was currently feeling beginning to overtake her body.

“thats right, remember whos name your moaning” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to go sloppy but not letting go of the pace.

“c- cum with me” he groaned, feeling himself get closer to the egde aswell.

it only took another thrust for him to fall off the edge and fill y/n full, she quickly followed after with a string of moans.

he pulled slowly out of her, then moved down the bed and watched his and her cum ooze out of her. a heartfelt smile on his face as he looked at her, despite the current state she was in, she looked absolutely heavenly. he stared as if she herself was a masterpiece, sculpted by the gods.

he got off the bed and grabbed a warm wet wash rag, then returned and wiped himself clean, then her.

he slipped his boxers on, then his pants before y/n looked at him with a taken aback look on her face.

“what’re you doing?” she asked, scanning his body. finding the place that just fucked her full, clothed.

“we still have that dinner with friends.” he chuckled, slipping his shirt on.

y/n groaned, threw her face into the pillows and mumbled out a “im not going. I cant fucking walk.”

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tags: @luverboychris @lovesturns @meg-sturniolo

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drabblesandimagines · 5 months

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could i request something with leon and a reader with lots and lots of energy? like i imagine reader jumping around the house for some reason and leon trying to keep up with that energy. that would be so cute idk 😩

Okay, I must apologise because I fear this went waaaay off topic, but I immediately thought of nervous energy and this fluffy bit came out. I hope you still enjoy it - please let me know!

Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

Leon smiles as you finally perch down on the edge of the sofa besides him, moving to slip his arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a cuddle – loves it when you nuzzle into his chest - only for you to get to your feet once more, walking over to the opposite sofa to straighten up the cushions.

You’ve had non-stop energy all day and, thinking back on it, he swears you’d even ate breakfast and lunch without sitting down once. It started with you being out of bed before him, usually an impossible task with his internal 6am alarm clock. He’d often left you tucked up in bed after a kiss on the forehead before he went for his morning run, knowing full well you still wouldn’t be awake on his return.

He’d be a liar though if he didn’t admit that he was still recovering from the Alcatraz incident – some of those bruises were still healing, making him groan like an old man sometimes if he’d sat in one position too long. More recently, and aided by a period of leave from the DSO, he’d been enjoying the lazier starts you were now getting to share, waking up only enough to nuzzle his face into your neck, a few soft kisses here and there, and spooning you into the mid-morning.

No such treat that morning, though. By the time he’d lugged himself down the stairs, you’d mopped the kitchen floor and been to the grocery store whilst it dried.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, thanks. All under control.” You beam, multitasking up a storm in front of him. You poured him a cup of coffee from the machine and turned back to the stove where you were somehow already cooking him breakfast, a cake was baking away in the oven, all whilst mentioning something about how you were holding off on vacuuming until he was awake. He's a bit in awe at your energy levels today – though it was true he had a few years older than you, he didn’t think it was to this much of an extent. Next, you’d vacuumed all of the rooms, shaking your head at his offer to do them, thinking you were just being a little too particular on the way you liked them done, and when you washed the windows, dusted the surfaces, cleaned the bathroom… But as 5pm rolled closer, he finally realizes what it is, cursing himself internally.

“Sweetheart…” he trails off as you decide the cushion needs a little more fluffing up, now bashing it against your thighs into submission.

“Uh-huh?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just, you know, finessing.” You place the cushion down, eyes scanning the rest of the living room. Did you miss that dust on the entertainment console? You were sure you’d ran that fluffy duster everywhere. It’s fine, there’s cloth dusters under the sink – maybe that would be better – and whilst you’re in the kitchen, you should definitely double-check the ice drawer again, just to make sure you definitely have enough ice…

As you head towards the kitchen, you stop a moment and adjust the bowl of tortilla chips by a fraction of an inch. It’s Leon’s birthday celebration, so you’ve laid out your best snack spread, including two huge bowls of homemade guacamole – a family recipe that has never not once been a hit when you’ve rolled it out – but now you’re not sure it’s enough. It’s not Leon’s actual birthday either as he never wants a fuss, no balloons and definitely no banners – reminds him too much of his evening at the RPD HQ - but after Alcatraz, Chris, Jill, Claire, Rebecca and he had stayed in regular contact and somehow what was going to be beers at a bar had escalated into a little gathering at his to celebrate his birthday… and for them to meet you.

Leon has other ideas as you head towards the kitchen and your mind’s too focused to see him poised as you go to walk past. He grabs hold of your wrist and suddenly you find yourself on his lap after a firm and gentle tug, his other arm now wrapped tightly around your waist and keeping you in place.

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not.” So what if your leg is bouncing up and down on the spot? He lets go of your wrist then, places his palm flat on your thigh and stills it.

“Liar. You’ve been on the go since dawn – I’m tired just watching you.”

“Fine, maybe I’m a little nervous.” You relent – could never resist those blue eyes of his. “You’ve never invited friends round here before, let alone had a birthday party and I want everything to be perfect.”

He smiles – the one you know that precedes a corny line. “It is already perfect because you’re here.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously – they’ll like you, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’ve heard of them from his stories – little snippets he’ll share from his work. They’re all so strong, and brave, and clever…

“Because I love you.”

You still go weak at that knees when he tells you those words – he sounds as sincere as the first time he said it. You lean forward then, kissing him deeply. His hand rubs up and down your back as you do, making all the anxious thoughts stop for a moment as you focus on him and his touch alone.

You pull back after a moment and take in his soft, lovestruck expression, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I still think I should make another bowl of guacamole, though. Just in case.”

“You’ve already made two huge servings, sweetheart - we’re good.”

And, when Chris takes another heaving scoop of it atop his tortilla chip later that evening, it’s Leon’s turn to relent.

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ughdontbeboring · 3 months

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only you.

Thor x WoC reader

reader comes home a little tipsy and Thor has to remind her, she’s the ONE.

Warnings: Slightly smutty? Insecurities, Thor is that man. Reader is tipsy but she’s totally ok with her man dickin her down.

note: this is my big story back, I don’t think I’ve posted in like a year? not sure, also this is super rushed so not super proud but I had to get it out my head. Also there’s going to be an alternative version of this because I couldn’t decide how I wanted this to go. That will be posted in a week or 2. I have a hard time writing Thor idk way, he’s one of my favs but such a complex character I think. Also only one mention of readers complexion but can be read by anyone.

don’t give permission for my works to be used in any form. If you likes it reblog, share it, love it all that good shit.

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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach.

Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago.

She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.

She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard.

“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight.

“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.

“Do you need water little one?”

“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock.

She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room.

She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.

“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember.

“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him.

“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“

But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs.

They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan.

“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock.

She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand.

“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy.

“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his.

“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“

“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again.

His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him.

“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully.

The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again.

“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade”

“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly.

“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt.

“I am yours completely” Thor said before he swiftly buried his thick cock in her til the hilt, her eyes rolled back as her loud gasped filled the quiet room.

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strawberrysodaslut · 1 month

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idk if you can do this but can you do a poly!marauders x gn!reader, and the boys’ reactions when yn wears a binder one day.

i'm not trans nor have i ever worn a binder, so i hope this is an accurate portrayal!! feel free to correct me on anything i've messed up.

Getting a binder was a long time coming. After months of research, hesitations and all the time spent waiting, going to the store and getting one, you never thought wearing something to bind would make you feel so damn free. Finally, understanding what people meant when you heard about gender euphoria.

You hadn’t told the boys about your latest purchase. In fact, you hadn’t brought up the concept to them. Not that they hadn’t been supportive of you, they really were. In a world of magic, pronouns were something that hardly needed grasping, and they would correct anyone who messed up politely, sending you a soft smile as they did. But- you couldn’t help but be anxious about them finding out. What if this was too much? What if they get freaked out?

So, you kept your binder to yourself.

At first, you didn’t think they had noticed. You wore looser clothes or sports bras earlier, so it probably wasn’t as big of a difference to others. It wasn’t until dinner that night where you noticed Sirius staring at you from across the table.

“What?” You said, chomping down on a bread roll to hide the way self conciousness ebbed in your chest.

Sirius squinted his eyes, looking like James when he tries to read without his glasses. “You look different.” He says. “Did you do something to your face?”

James laughs from next to you. “Did they do something to their face? What kind of question is that, Padfoot?”

“Well, I don’t know!” Sirius exclaims, “Admit it though Prongs, something about them is different!”

You find it hard to not instinctively crawl under the table to hide. So you curl in on yourself, pressing your chin to your chest to calm the heat across your cheeks. As if he can sense your anxiety, Remus places his hand on your shoulder.

“Guys stop.” He says, light concern lacing his voice, but he’s clearly trying to hide it. “Obviously they’re just relaxed now that the holidays are coming, isn’t that right?” He says to you, giving you a slight smirk and raise of his eyebrows that only happen during his most devious pranks. ‘go with this’, he silently urges you.

You smile, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m glad classes are almost over.”

“Well,” Sirius starts, “We should have holidays more often then. Haven’t seen you this confident in- I don’t even know.”

“I’ll start the petition!” James pipes.

You smile, glad to be supported by your boys, but still relieved that your secret remains yours.

Little did you know later that night, the boys had a plan to throw a movie night with you in the common room. So at nighttime, when you had changed out of your binder so you wouldn’t sleep in it, James surprised you by barging into your room.

“Oi! It’s movie time- oh sorry.” James said, cutting himself off to cover his eyes as you put on your sweatshirt.

Remus followed him, quickly closing his eyes and turning around when he saw you, “Jeez Prongs! They’re changing!” He scolded.

“I know! That’s why I’m…” He trails off, gesturing to the hand that’s covering his eye- going completely unnoticed to Remus with his eyes shut tight.

You shake your head, a soft giggle escaping from your lips. God, they’re dramatic. “It’s okay guys, don’t stress.” You throw your sweatshirt over your head. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

James makes a soft grunt, before removing the hand from his eyes and taking you in. “Well, sorry again.” He says. His eyes slowly drift behind you to something on your bed, and tilts his head. “Hey what’s that?”

You almost jump, turning behind you to see your binder laid out on your bed, ready to be put away. You shudder a deep breath before trying your best to gesture nonchalantly. “It’s uh-” It’s hard not to cringe at how your voice trembles. Okay, nonchalant isn’t working. So you instead opt to be candid. “It’s my binder.”

James looks between you and the binder, his brows furrowed. “Binder…?” He questions before his eyes go wide. He paces towards you in a frenzy. “You’re not binding your magic, are you? Listen, you shoul-”

A giggle almost slips out again as you interrupt him before he explodes, “No Prongs! It’s for my chest. It binds my chest.”

Despite the reassurance that no, you were not binding your magic, James doesn’t look any less confused. If anything, he looked even more. “Why would you want to bind your chest?” He asks, his brows furrowing as he makes his way from you to the binder.

Candid, you remind yourself. You’re being candid. “So it would be flatter.” You say.

A beat passes before James replies, still looking down at the material.

“Oh.” “Oh?” You ask. Your heart thumping in your chest with anticipation.

He makes a small squeak as he turns back to you, “I-I just didn’t realise that was something you worried about.” He says, his voice sympathetic but laced with concern. “It’s not…” He pauses, “Is this where we’re supposed to say something to make you feel better? Because you don’t have to do that for other people you know...”

“No, I get that.” You say, a small smile making its way to your face. “This isn’t for other people, it’s for me. I’m more comfortable with myself when I wear it.” You gesture to the binder, as if it hasn’t been the subject of the past couple of minutes.

With that, James’ whole demeanour changes. The tension in his body disappears as he smiles wide. “Well then, we’re thrilled for you. Aren’t we moony?” He says, nudging Remus who has just been staring at you since the conversation started.

As if he has just awoken from a nap, Remus startles to attention. “Oh- uh yes! I’m supportive of whatever you choose as long as you're happy.” Remus replies, smiling at you before chuckling “Sorry it’s just- I knew that’s what was different.”

“You staring at their chest are you?” James teases Remus. “Perv.”

“No! I-” He exclaims, a red tint painting his face.

You smile at him, about to reassure the boy, when a crashing sound comes from downstairs before a yell echoes through the hallway. Remus mutters a small ‘fuck’s sake’ as the cause of the noise comes bounding towards your room.

“Sorry gentlemen- gender neutral, of course. The popcorn has burned.” Sirius announces before he’s entered the room, reeking of burnt popcorn with a few pieces lodged in his hair. Sharing James’ nosiness, his eyes quickly fixate on your binder. “Hey, what’s that?”

James scoffs before turning to Sirius. “It’s a binder, Padfoot, and they’re very happy.” He says with pride, his chin lifting. “Catch up.”

Remus’ attention, however, has drifted away from the binder and he asks the real important question, “How the hell do you burn magic popcorn?”

Sirius jumps to the defensive, “Hey! I’m the one who told you not to put me in charge of food!” He says, throwing his hands up. “I’m obviously more suited to the pillow gathering region.”

With a dictionary worth of swear words, Remus stomps down the hall to make some unburnt popcorn. James quickly following behind, arguing why him being the pillow gatherer was the best choice.

With Sirius and you alone, he turns to you. “Hey, it’s cool that you have that now. Reg used to use one a while ago.” He says, before grabbing your hand, “Now, let’s watch some movies on a subpar pillow arrangement.”

You laugh as you both go to follow the other two boys. “Sounds good.” You say, feeling more secure with them than ever. Your binder sitting blissfully on your bed, ready to be used again tomorrow.

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#marauders #harry potter #poly!maraduers #marauders x reader #poly!marauders x reader #marauders fluff #marauders x y/n #marauder x you #marauders fanfic #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #james potter fluff #sirius black fluff

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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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u said "3k celebration" i heard "be annoying, terrorize me"

so here is from the prompt list: enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!

WITH RBR!SEB cause 🫠🫠🫠🫠 (she could be a driver too mayhaps... maybe even teammates hm idk oopsie and uh seb is the one admitting cause i love pathetic men)

to be fair, my requests are always open so that i can be terrorised lolsie xoxo,, i ask the voices to stop but i actually like the voices

also, i've been writing this blurb for like an hour, hour and a half... i didn't know any other way to make this shorter than how it is now like idk tine u bring out the long winded writer in me idk

"what the hell were you thinking?" you watch blankly as sebastian walks into your hospital room. "your car literally split in half! are you not at least a little bit glad that you came out alive?" you stare at him before you rest your head gently on the pillow that christian had fluffed up behind you. you close your eyes. "no. i want to get some sleep. go away." "what the hell is wrong with you? wake up!" sebastian cries, throwing his head back. on the tv in the corner of the room, the race carries on. the race that you had both retired from after a nasty crash between you two. while his crash was minor, your car had broken in half. the race was delayed by almost two hours following the crash of the red bulls. "sebastian," you sigh tiredly, opening your eyes. "go away. we're seriously not close enough for you to care this much about my crash." "what are you talking about?" "be serious right now." he tilts his head, hands on his hips. "i don't understand." "we don't like each other. cut the crap, sebastian," you sigh, adjusting yourself under the blanket that christian had laid over you. "just go away. let's fight later when i'm off the meds." "what do you mean? i like you." sebastian lowers his voice, looking down at you. a hand hovers over you gently. "why would you say i don't?" "we've been at each other's throats since christian promoted me from the junior team," you huff, turning around to face the other side of the bed. "stop pretending you care for me. do you need me to speak in german for you to understand? nico taught me." "i don't hate you!" sebastian tugs at his hair, looking down at you in confusion. "i don't hate you! i'm in love with you!" you move your head, wincing slightly when a sharp pain shoots through your neck. "what did you just say?" "i've been in love with you the moment you walked into the red bull racing home for an f2 race last year!" sebastian groans, throwing his head back in dismay. "are you seriously so oblivious?" but, you just close your eyes again. you steady your breathing, begging for the medication to hit you the way it had a couple minutes ago. you try to ignore the way your heart races in your chest and the way you can no longer bite back the smile growing on your face. perhaps nico and lewis were right when they teased you just about a week ago about sebastian liking you more than you assessed. though, it is a little childish that the world champion had reduced himself to playground tactics to try and rile you up. all the teasing, the endless one-sided flirting, winking at you across the room during team dinners. it's more infuriating than anything you've ever known in the world. you huff. "i don't want to talk about this right now, sebastian. please go away."

#disneyprincemuke asks #sebastian vettel x reader #disneyprincemuke 3k blurbs #disneyprincemuke 3k celly

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 3 months

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mornings🌅

warnings: fluff, kissing, couple things idk, like 1 or 2 suggestive jokes, shitty humor

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you had been woken up with the glowing rays of the sun, streaming in through your curtains, and onto you and your beloved boyfriend alex. the night before had been tiring, as you both had come back from a get together with almost all his family.

you had fallen asleep with your head in the middle of his chest, whilst you felt his hand laying peacefully on your back. you leaned a little up to see his face, you smiled softly as you leaned in to kiss his cheek gently, before compensating wether or not to get up.

you groaned as you realized it would be easier to get out of bed now, or else i was going to feel shitty later. i twisted my back a little bit, audibly gasping as my bones cracked like fucking corpse bride. i quickly brushed my teeth, and dragged myself to the kitchen.

I got a few things i needed to make chilaquiles, (my mom makes this all the time lmao.) I wanted to do something productive, so might as well make some good food.

i had gotten all the ingredients out, feeling a little proud i was able to get up. and i mean if your going to have energy, might as well make food. i had put on some slow jazz music, feeling like i was gordon ramsey or some shit.

as i was reading the back of a label for an ingredient, i feel two hands squeeze the sides of my torso. i shriek a little bit from the sensation, and turn around to alex who has a stupid smirk on his face, and he laughs a little.

“good morning”

i smile softly at him, as he gently traces his palms down your arms, until his hands get to yours. he takes them, putting them to his lips and kissing your knuckles lightly. you snicker a little bit, turning around to cook.

“whatchaaaa makingggg?”

his voice is right against his neck, minty breath from him just brushing your teeth. you turn your head a little so he could hear you,

“food.”

you give him a monotone smile, he responds with a groan and squeezing a little bit tighter, continuing to watch you cook.

you see him observing everything your doing, nodding at some things occasionally leaving a little kiss behind your ear.

you get a little self conscious, not knowing if you did a step wrong, or if it isn’t supposed to look the way it is currently.

“is something wrong?”

he looks at you for a second, making a 😬 face, looking at all of your cooking again.

“ohhhh… uh well amor right here in this little corner is uncooked so bad, uh i just don’t think you got the right color for that, wait that looks good, oh wait nevermind that’s terrible.”

he says everything in pure sarcasm, nodding his head at all of his own words. you roll your eyes smiling, when he laughs and finally talks genuinely.

“no babe, it looks really good, and smells really great. your doing perfect.”

you look over your shoulder to his face, your palm resting on the side of his cheek.

“your sweet, ynow that?”

i see a little tiny bit of blush appear on his cheeks, he turns his head a little while he laughs quietly.

“yeahh.. well i mean i kind of wanna get laid so-“

you scoff, by his completely out of pocket statement. you giggle a little as he’s holding back his own laughter.

“alexis!!”

you manage to get out throughout all of your giggling. he puts his face in your neck a little embarrassed mumbling little apologizes.

after a few minutes of him being completely attached to you, it was harder for you to actually cook. you then moved his arms.

“alright sir, out of my kitchen. i’m cooking.”

he leans back, with the most flabbergasted face almost looking as if you’d said the most offensive thing ever. he then speaks with a laugh coming out as he speaks.

“yourrr kitchennn?? yourrr kitchenn?”

you giggle a little, composing yourself as you speak now crossing your arms.

“yes my kitchen. mhm. now what would your mother say if her son was fooling around in the area his girlfriend was cooking, hm?”

he gets the memo, raising his hands up like he was caught my police. he slowly walks out.

“yes ma’am.”

you turned back to cooking, a little teenage girly smile on your face from him saying yes ma’am, even though you’ve been dating for 8 months he still does things that make me feel all giddy.

you had finally finished making the food, needless to say the house smelled absolutely amazing. you call out to your boyfriend, who was currently on his phone.

“my love, breakfast is ready”

you say a little loud, you didn’t want to distrust anyone from sleeping as it was 8am on a sunday. he walks in looking at all the food.

he smiled to himself, looking at you gently grabbing your face, kissing you. he gives you five little pecks in a row. when finished, he leans away a little as your noses almost touch and whispers,

“your absolutely amazing.”

you give him an upside down smile from the sudden compliment, he then gets out two plates to lay out your food.

he’s currently sitting down eating the food, feeling like a happy kid again. you ruffle his hair that was already disheveled, and messy from his previous night of sleeping.

you then decided to jokingly suck in through your teeth, making a disgusted type face. he looks ay you with a “tf did i do” face

“ooo.. maybe it’s better to keep a hat on at all times..”

his jaw drops a little before he sets down his fork standing up, and looking at you. you tilt your head confused.

“are you oka-“

he picks you up, you yelp from the sudden impact. you try to protest while laughing, he brings you to the couch. as he’s kind of on top of you, he looks down, for a moment it’s sweet as you make eye contact.

the moment quickly ends as his hands start to rapidly go anywhere he can reach, tickling you. you squirm trying to get him to stop, attempting to grab his hands.

“ALEXISSS!!!”

he laughs at your shrieking, so much for trying to be quiet for your neighbors. after what seemed an hour, but really was a 1 of laughing and squealing he finally stopped.

he proceeded to move back your hair that got messed up from his motions, smirking a little at your half grumpy face. he slowly leans himself down trying not to fall on you, moving up so he can be face to face with you.

he caresses your cheek with his thumb, kissing you gently. you lean into the kiss, not feeling any frustration you expected yourself to feel. he moves his face away, and kisses your forehead.

“it was your fault for picking on my hair..”

he says teasingly, knowing that obviously he definitely did not care that much about it. you giggle softly

“you motherfucker”

he laughs with you, putting your hand the the side of his jaw kissing him sweetly, and sincerely. your fingers start playing with the neckline of his shirt, as his are going through your hair.

you finally let go, fixing his shirt when you speak up.

“let’s go eat the food that i spent making, instead of comfortable amazing beautiful sleep.”

he tilts his head, eye brows furrowing.

“i have a strong feeling that you love the thought of sleep more than me..”

you tilt your head looking up, acting as if you were really truly thinking.

“obviously.”

he gives you a fake annoyed face, and you get up giggling going back to your table. he then yells from the couch,

“what the fuckk!! i’m soooo much better than sleep!”

you laugh at his response, hearing his footsteps go up to you. he puts his head on top of yours, his arms trailing around your neck.

“i love you. so so much.”

you lean your head up to be able to see his face. he smirks down, putting his hand on the side of your neck, as he leans down to give you a gentle kiss. you then finally whisper back,

“i love you too.”

tysm for all the support!! this took me a lot longer than i thought so and the first draft got deleted and i sobbed 😭😭

anyways requests are open, love you guys!!!

#quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity #quackity fanfic #domestic fluff #qsmp x reader #x reader #fanfic #fluff

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jazziwritesthings · 5 months

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Letters - Lee Know

The is purely fictional.

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None I think? Friends to lovers

A/N: Part 2 maybe? Idk

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Arriving back to the dorms after being on tour felt amazing. Minho couldn’t wait to finally sleep in his own bed again. But before he could do anything he knew he had to see you. It seemed they were right when they said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Sure you texted and video called as much as you could but between the timezones and your job it wasn’t often and for Minho, it wasn’t enough. He still hasn’t admitted it, but he was head over heels for you. So before he did he sent you a text asking you to come to the dorms. He tossed his phone onto his bed and walked to the bathroom to grab a shower.

By the time he came out of the bathroom you were laying on his bed. Looking up as you had heard the door open you saw a shirtless Minho standing there looking exhausted. There was no warning before you were getting up and wrapping your arms around his waist. He didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around her back and laid his cheek against the crown of your head.

“I missed you.” You muttered with your head resting on his chest.

“What’s in the box?” He asked, slowly detangling his arms from you.

“ Oh yeah!” Quickly letting go and turning to grab the box you handed it to him. He quirked his eyebrow at you, giving you a questioning look.

“It’s cheesy but I wrote you a letter everyday that you were gone.”

He reached into the box and pulled out one of the folded pieces of paper and began to open it.

“No!” You startled him with a yell. Shaking your head, you took the paper from him and put it back in the box, “ You can’t read them in front of me.”

He nodded his head, “ Why?”

Shaking your head you moved the box to the floor as you made yourself comfortable in his bed, “ Because some of it is corny and I don’t want you to make fun of me to my face.”

He let out a laugh as he pulled on a t-shirt, “ I would never do such a thing.” He turned off the light as you reached for his pillow and threw it at him, missing completely, “ Bullshit!”

The night was spent talking and cuddling before you both fell into a deep sleep.

His sleep was disturbed as he heard voices. “He doesn't like skinship really, but when it comes to her, he doesn’t care.”

“Shh. You’ll wake them.”

Minho groaned before he whispered, “ You already have, what do you want?”

He opened his eyes to see Seungmin and Jeongin standing in his doorway.

“Are you possessed or something?”

He let out a breathy laugh while shaking his head, “ I wish it was that simple. She uh, she wrote me a letter every day I was gone.” He looked up to gauge the younger members' expressions. Both were unreadable. Minho took in a breath and checked you over to make sure you were still sound asleep, “ I’m so in love with her that I don’t know what to do.” He looked over at the kids as Seungmin said, “ Finally. It’s about time you realized that. Now are you gonna tell her or continue to suffer?” The face he gave the younger members told them that they needed to leave so they did, quietly closing the door behind them.

You began to stir awake. “ Good morning.” He said as you stretched your limbs before settling back against the pillow, “ It’s nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today.” Shooting him a tired smile. You saw the deep shade of red taking its place on his neck and his ears before he tried to hide under the blanket.

“ Are you- Are you hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” You asked as you tried to pull the blanket from his face. “ No. Nope. Totally not blushing.” He was quick with his movements and got up and left the room in a matter of seconds, leaving you alone on his bed laughing loudly at your flustered friend.

Finally leaving his room you walked into the living area and saw Seugnmin on the couch. You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “ What's up Seungminnie?” He placed his hand on your arm before forcing you to let him go as he pulled you on to the couch. You let out a bit of a yell as you tumbled forwards, over the back of the couch, landing ungracefully next to Seungmin. The thudding of footsteps could be heard before Minho was in the living area, looking panicked. “What happened?” Once he saw you were okay he sort of relaxed. “ Oh you know, Seungmin just tried to kill me.”

“I did not!”

“You did too! Pulling me over the couch!”

“You landed on the couch, you're fine.”

This bickering kept going back and forth. You’d known Minho since elementary school and since Seungmin was his first friend at JYP he automatically became your friend too, resulting in a sibling-like relationship. As far as you were concerned Seugnmin was your little brother.

After hours and hours of conversation, food and games it was getting late, “ I should really get home guys, I have work in the morning.” You stated as you slowly got up from the couch and walked to the door. “ I’ll walk you!”

You and Minho began the walk in comfortable silence. A few blocks from the dorms Minho spotted the convenience store you both frequent, “ Hey.” He nudged you and nodded his head towards the shop, silently asking. You looked up and met his eyes, your own sparkling, “You thinking what I'm thinking?” He nodded his head and both spoke at the same time,

“ Ice Cream.”

After getting your ice creams you began to walk again, only making it to the bench in front of your building. You watched as he sat down and patted the space next to him. You sat down next to him and gave him a questioning look.

“ I have something I really need to say. So I need you to be quiet for a bit, okay?”

Nodding your head you reached for his hand as this topic seemed to have him nervous.

“ I know this is going to change everything but I can’t keep it to myself anymore. If you don’t want to see me or speak to me or be my friend anymore I will understand, okay? But I fell in love with you, and I'm sorry but I can’t do shit about it.”

He pulled his hands from yours as he stood with his back to you, not able to look you in the eyes as you broke his heart. You stood and gently grabbed his hand in yours again,

“I’ve loved you since you threw that rock at me in 1st grade.”

He whipped around to look at you, checking your face for any sign of a lie. When he didn’t see anything other than love and adoration in your eyes he quickly closed the space between you. Tenderly cupping your face in his hands he closed the gap between your lips. Kissing you so sweetly and softly.

He gently broke the connection between your lips pulling his head back a bit, “Wait, don’t pull away, not yet.” He let out a soft chuckle at your whine. You slowly opened your eyes and they met his sparkling brown ones as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Well, isn’t this interesting.” He spoke softly, only for your ears. You let out a laugh as you pulled away a bit, “I will actually hit you Minho.” You warned. He smiled as he gently connected your lips again, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

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avatarmerida · 1 year

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Til You Make It

Okay so this was something I wanted to have finished for Valentines Day (and it shows) but then idk I just didn’t. But I wanted to finish it and at some point it became way longer than a drabble but I don’t have enough to do like a full multi chapter story so here’s some corny huntlow fake dating that’s king for no reason. Idk how I feel about it but maybe it’s just because I’ve been staring at it too long. Okay byyyyyeeee.

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“...and then you pick truth or dare and we keep going back and forth like that,” Gus finished explaining the rules of the game. The boys had such a fun time sharing a room in the human realm they decided to have a sleepover and Gus was walking Hunter through the difference between sharing a room and sleeping over. The main difference was the games you played, according to Gus.

“Okay so I guess… truth?” Hunter said tentatively as they sat on the ground in front of Gus’ bed, their new matching Cosmic Frontier sleeping bags laid neatly beneath them.

“Okaaay,” Gus sang with a mischievous grin. “Tell me a secret…”

“Oh, well I don’t think we have any secrets anymore, I mean after everything that’s happened I think you must know most-.”

“... about Willow.” Gus finished, raising his eyebrow.

“Why would I know one of Willow’s secrets?” Hunter stuttered nervously. “A-and even if I did, I would never divulge one without her permission. Why would you-.”

“I’m preeeetty sure you have at least one secret involving Willow,” Gus cut him off as he reached for his juice box sitting on the nightstand. By now, Hunter’s massive crush on their friend was old news but Gus knew Hunter was making some progress, but getting him to open up about it presented its challenges. He thought this was the perfect game to get the ball rolling or at least see where the ball was. “But if you would rather do a dare…”

“No! No, it’s fine.” Hunter said, taking a deep breath. “There actually… is something I’ve been wanting to talk about. But everything stays confidential, right?”

“I’ll take the solemn vow of secrecy that Avery pledged to O’Bailey.” Gus said with a serious face that put Hunter at ease, knowing the severity of the oath.

“Okay,” Hunter took another deep breath as he fiddled with his thumbs. “Right before… everything happened, I sent Willow a message…”

“Okaaay?” Said Gus, prompting him to continue. “What about?”

“I uh, well… we had been messaging a lot and I… really liked talking to her and she asked if I could push up my next day off so we could hang out and I said I might be able to after the Day of Unity and I said maybe we could even… goonadate.”

“What?!” Gus exclaimed, spitting out his juice. “Are you serious?!”

“That was before I knew what the Day of Unity really was!” Hunter sputtered.

“I know that!” Said Gus, saving his mouth with a napkin. “I’m talking about you asking Willow out! Dude, that’s huge!”

“I know!” Hunter exclaimed, reaching for a pillow to scream into. “I nearly threw my scroll across the room afterwards. I-I don't know what came over me I just… said it! I didn’t really know what it meant! Darius joked about it, about me asking her on a date and so I just asked him what that meant and he said it was two people who liked each other spending time together alone and I… liked how it sounded. I didn’t really know about the romantic part until after but even then I… I think I still would’ve asked.”

“Hmm, I bet you would have,” Gus said with a smirk. “But, wait, why haven’t you guys gone on one?” Gus gave a little gasp. “Did she say no?”

“She never replied,” sighed Hunter. “Granted, it was late and she did mention she was tired so she might’ve fallen asleep. But then ya, know alot of stuff happened and then when I saw you guys at Hexside, I didn’t have my scroll to see if she saw it or responded. I mean, there was really no good time to bring it up! And I thought she didn’t bring it up because… maybe she did say no.”

“Well you have your scroll now! Did she ever reply?”

“Not to that message,” said Hunter, pulling it up and scrolling through a sea of messages. “After that it's mostly ‘are you okay?’ And ‘why are there scouts at the Owl House?’ She changed the subject, probably to let me down easy.”

“Or because she was worried about your safety?” Gus offered, knowing that was the real answer. “If we wanna know if she got it, we gotta ask her!”

Hunter’s eyes widened in panic. “No! There’s too many variables! What if she was gonna say no? What if she never saw it but would’ve said no? What if she said yes but she’s changed her mind? What if-?”

“What if she said ‘sure, when?’ but it never sent and she thinks that you left her on read?” Gus countered and Hunter gasped at the very notion.

“I would never!” He hissed. “Willow knows that! She knows… doesn’t she?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” said Gus.

“But… what if I waited too long and she lost interest or never had interest and I’ll just make her uncomfortable if I talk about it-.”

“Dude, stop.” Gus said firmly, cutting him off before he totally spiraled. “Even if Willow doesn’t like you that way, she’s still your friend and cares about you. She would never try to make you feel bad about having feelings.”

“You’re right Gus,” Hunter sighed, looking fondly at the profile picture of Willow smiling brightly back at him. “I should just come clean and express my feelings more directly.”

“Exactly!”

“In a handwritten note!” Hunter declared with flair.

“That’s… a start.”

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So Hunter drafted his love note.

And then it turned into more of a novel, so he revised it so it wasn’t so overwhelming and got it down to a respectable page and a half. He carried it with him everywhere, waiting for the right moment. He had selected a simple light green envelope and doodled tiny flowers in the corners, as though he was worried the elegant way he wrote her name on the front in bold gold ink wasn’t clue enough that it was meant for her.

He needed to ensure there was no confusion about whether or not she saw it.

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“Guys, guys guys!” said Hunter in a panicky tone as he rushed to the lunch table with Gus and Willow sat and had just been wondering where he was. He quickly sat down beside Willow and lowered his voice as though he was on the run, his hazel eyes overrun with guilt. “I did something bad.”

“Cool! What?” asked Willow, in the middle of opening a pudding cup.

“Well, I was on my way here and I ran into Boscha-

“Ew.” said Willow, naturally.

“And she… asked me out.” Hunter winced before proceeding to explain as fast as he could. “And of course I said no but she wouldn’t drop it until I gave her a good reason so I panicked and I sort of lied and said that you’re my girlfriend so she’d leave me alone.”

“Oh.” Willow said as Hunter examined her face for the disapproval he assumed his confession would warrant, but she seemed more focused on the stubborn top of her pudding. “So what’s the bad thing you did?”

“I-I lied!” Hunter said, as though she had not heard.

“Yeah, to Boscha.” Willow shrugged, saying the name like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“But I lied about you!”

“Yeah, to Boscha,” Willow repeated again with a small laugh. “Hunter, I know better than anyone how persistent Boscha can be. If lying about me being your girlfriend gets her to leave you alone, I’m more than fine with it.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Willow assured him, finally opening the cup and placing the pudding in front of him before turning to open her own. She knew he was always running late to lunch because he had a habit of staying after class to ask follow up questions and the run in with Boscha had only delayed him more.

“Oh, okay…”

“Ya know, I’m surprised Boscha would ask you out,” chuckled Willow before fully hearing how her words could be taken. Her eyes widened in a slight panic and she raised her hands as she tried to explain. “Not that I don’t understand wanting to date you! No, it’s just that I’m surprised Boscha could see how amazing you are! She doesn’t normally have such great taste. I mean uh, well you know what I mean.”

“Heh, yeah,” said Hunter, sipping the drink Gus had brought him as he tried not to think too much into what she said. Not that I don’t understand wanting to date you…

“Okay, I get not wanting to date Boscha but why did you say you were dating Willow?” asked Gus.

“Well who else was I supposed to say?”

“Literally anyone else?” said Gus, fully aware that Willow was often already on Hunter’s mind and it was most likely the result of a reflex or wishful thinking. “Or like, don’t give her a name? You could’ve said she went to a different school or something. Even if Boscha did respect boundaries, you know how she treats Willow. She’ll probably try and break you up just to hurt her.”

“Hmmm maybe not,” said Willow, a thought forming behind her eyes.

“What do you mean?” asked Gus.

“Well, she might try to break us up,” started Willow. “Ooor she might be too embarrassed for anyone to know that Hunter would rather go out with half-a-witch Willow over her.”

“I mean, I guess that’s not a lie,” Hunter reasoned. “Except for the half-a-witch part.” He reached over and placed his hand over hers and looked seriously into her eyes. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

Willow’s eyes fluttered from his hand on hers up to his face, looking at her with total sincerity, his value of her outweighing any nerves that could accompany the action. She felt like a butterfly was loose in her chest, flying rapidly around in her ribcage.

“Ya know, I bet if she saw you holding my hand she would lose her mind,” said Willow with a mischievous grin, loving both parts of the sentence.

“Oh! Uh, well yeah … I guess?” stuttered Hunter, not sure if he should remove his hand or not. “I mean, that’s not why I-.”

“I mean, if I’m gonna be your fake girlfriend then it’s gonna look convincing,” Willow decided, instantly onboard. “We should probably hold hands alot more, especially if we just started dating; we’ll have to be even more obnoxious than Amity and Luz.”

“Is that even possible?”

“Well, let’s find out,” said Willow slyly, turning her hand over to lace her fingers with Hunter’s. She continued to eat her lunch as though this multitasking was second nature. “Oh yeah, Boscha would hate this.”

“Haha yeah,” Hunter laughed nervously, unable to fully process what was happening but knowing it felt very nice. He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his other hand as he admired their connected hands as he tried to convincingly convey a teenager in love. “She’d totally hate this.” he sighed with a dopey grin. .

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” Willow smiled. “And if sticking it to Boscha is a part of helping you, well how could I say no?”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know it wasn’t the smartest thing to-.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Willow insisted. “It’s kinda perfect actually, she was being a pest yesterday about how I didn’t have a date for Bleeding Hearts Day. It’s really none of her business but it’ll be kind of nice getting to see her face when it turns out that I do.”

“Oh, right.”

“It kind of sounds like fun, actually, like an undercover mission. We can meet after school to plan our fake relationship, sound good?”

“S-sure, yeah.”

“Well, I gotta go check on my bulbs before next period to make sure they’re adjusting to their new soil, but wanna walk to class together, boyfriend?” She said the term in such an overly sweet way, Hunter thought his teeth might fall out. She said it the same way she would say his name when she thought he was keeping a secret that she knew she could work it out of him with very little effort. Was it because they shared a secret now or did she know something else was up? Either way, he wanted to hear her say it over and over again.

“Oh, uh y-yeah of course!” He chuckled nervously. “We can uh hold hands too I guess…” he sheepishly sipped his drink and Willow just giggled, knowing he had not intended to get himself into this situation and felt out of place not being prepared. But luckily her mind was racing with solutions.

“You betcha,” she confirmed, rising from the table and giving him a playful wink. “I’ll meet you by your locker?”

“I’ll be there!” he said with enthusiasm, waving to Willow as she walked away keeping his eyes on her until she left the cafeteria entirely. “Oh Titan I’ve made things worse.” Hunter groaned into his hands once he knew Willow was out of earshot.

“Sooo what happened to giving her the note?” Gus asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.“Isn’t this like skipping a few steps?”

“I-I don’t know! It all happened so fast!” Hunter mumbled. “I was about to put the note in Willow’s locker when Boscha walked by and took it from me! She saw Willow’s name on the front and went to rip it up and hen I asked her not to, she read it. She read it in this ugly high pitched voice and threatened to tell everyone and I… panicked.”

“What did the note say exactly?”

Hunter’s face turned a bright shade of crimson, having intended for the note to remain personal and having it exposed once already today was a lot. “It… just said that I liked her and I wanted to see if she wanted to see a professional flyer derby game with me for Bleeding Hearts Day.” Hunter summarized, the real note had been hard enough to condense as he wanted to make sure he covered all his bases and thoroughly expressed his feelings.

“Aww, Willow would love that!”

“Right?! Then Bocha tried to turn it into something bad like I should be embarrassed about liking her but I’m not. But she could tell I was embarrassed about something and so she threatened to tell everyone and I didn’t want Willow to find out from her so… I said that she was already my girlfriend. I mean, Luz and Amity send each other notes like that all the time so it’s believable, right?”

“So Boscha didn’t really ask you out?”

“No.” Hunter buried face in his hands and groaned. “Ugh, and I lied to Willow too! But I didn’t know how to explain to Willow why I lied to Boscha without telling her everything and now…”

“Now you get to show Willow what a great boyfriend you’d be.” Gus finished.

“What?”

“I mean, maybe you didn’t totally blow it,” Gus continued. “I mean, Willow didn’t seem upset about people thinking she was your girlfriend. Maybe that’s a good thing?”

“But it’s pulling her into my lie!” Hunter said. “Relationships shouldn’t be based on lies!”

“I mean, you tried pulling her into a coven and she still likes you,” Gus pointed out, as he continued to chew. “Fake it til you make it, right?”

“Right,” said Hunter with a small, uneasy smile. “Fake it til you make it.”

—-

“Hey boyfriend.” Willow smiled as she turned the corner to see Hunter gathering his books. Hearing her refer to him like that made his knees feel weak. It sounded so natural.

“Hey g-girlfriend,” he said, trying to summon the same confidence she had. But the word felt almost forbidden. But very nice. “H-how are your plants?”

“They’re great!” She exclaimed. “Thanks for asking, what a sweet attentive boyfriend I have.”

Hunter blushed, he had always asked her about her plants.

“So Luz, Amity, and I are practically rom com experts,” said Willow proudly. “That, plus being around the two of them nonstop, makes me confident that I have the expertise to ensure that we can be a very convincing couple.”

“I mean, we would only have to be a couple around Bocha right? And we aren’t around Boscha that much so you don’t have to put yourself out for me.”

“Nonsense!” Willow insisted. “You’re still getting used to things but I know how high school works. Word travels fast, everyone is looking for gossip. We can’t risk the mission crumbling due to carelessness.” Her voice dived into a serious whisper that lured Hunter down to hear her better, her tone covered him in a sense of urgency as though this truly was the mission of a lifetime. “There are eyes everywhere.”

“Of course, Captain,” he said with a serious nod, his voice low and gravely which sent a chill down Willow’s spine.

“I won’t lie, there may be challenges,” said Willow embracing the theatrics of the moment. “After last time, Boscha will be looking for any reason to try and prove that I-.”

“‘Last time?’” Hunter asked. “What do you mean ‘last time?’”

He knew he wasn’t referring to their scuffle at New Hexside. He knew Willow’s history with Bosha was complicated, but had he done something to worsen it?

“Okay, listen it’s not a big deal,” Willow began in a forced tone that suggested it definitely was. “But last year ago before Luz even got here, there was someone in a few of my classes that I kind of had a crush on,” she fiddled with her braid as she cleared her throat. “I thought they were really nice and cute but I was shy so I didn’t really have the confidence to talk to them. So I wrote a note to tell them how I felt and put it in their locker. A few days later they wrote me back and they… asked me to go to Grom.”

“And you said yes?”

Willow nodded. “I was really excited, I had never been asked out on a date before,” she recalled. “I even saved up to buy a new dress. And my dads were maybe even more excited than me, they were gonna take hundreds of pictures, and they waited with me for them to come pick me up like they said they would. And we waited, and waited, and waited. But they never showed up.”

“Did something happen to them?”

“When I asked them about it at school the next day…they just laughed. They laughed like it was the most ridiculous joke they had ever heard, going to a dance with me. Turns out, it was. They were never gonna show up for me because they had never really asked me. The note was from Boscha.”

“No!”

Willow took a deep breath, it had been awhile since she had shared this story. “Yeah. She had somehow found out about the note and sent the fake one as a prank so I’d either show up and be humiliated or miss the dance all together. Kind of a win-win for her.”

“Willow, that’s awful.” said Hunter, feeling as though he was about to cry, sorry he was causing her to relive the painful memory. He wondered if Boscha had been planning to repeat herself when she caught Hunter trying to leave Willow his note. He shuddered at the idea of her getting a note like that thinking it was from him. His galdertone ached at the idea that she could've gotten his note and thought it was written as a cruel joke.

“So it took me awhile to trust myself when I started liking someone, and even longer to believe that someone could ever like me like that.” said Willow.

“Willow I'm so sorry that happened to you, that’s just… you don’t… Oh, I’m sorry I got you involved in this,” said Hunter. “I-I don’t know why I did, I mean I knew how Boscha treated you, I should've known she’d find a way to try and-.”

“Hunter, it’s fine really,” Willow assured him. “I know I still let Boscha get under my skin sometimes, but I know this time is nothing like that. Plus I’d hate for her to try and do something like that to you. We’re not doing this to prove anything to her, it’s to keep her away from you. But if she found out that we were pretending… she’d be unbearable.”

“I mean she’s already unbearable,” Hunter scoffed.

“I won’t argue with you there,” said Willow with a light chuckle.

“So… have you liked anyone… since then?” Hunter tried to ask naturally.

“Um… maybe?” A subtle blush crept onto her face and she hoped he didn't notice. He thought he imagined it. “There is… someone I kind of…”

“There is?” Hunter's heart plummeted as his eyes widened in horror. “Oh my Titan, there’s someone you like and now I’ve roped you into dating me and now they’ll think you’re taken! Willow, I’m so sorry! If you wanna break up with me I can always see if-.”

“No! No, no it’s okay,” Willow insisted. “I think they’d understand. It’s fine, I promise.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” she said sweetly. “I’m fairly certain that pretending to date you will not hurt my chances with him.”

“Okay,” Hunter sighed, confused and relieved. His mind raced with who this person would be, this lucky, mysterious, and apparently very secure person who Willow had her eye on. He didn’t ask more questions, not wanting to pry and not wanting to increase the creeping feeling of jealousy lurking in his chest.

“Ya know, this will be my first Bleeding Hearts day with someone, even if it’s not totally legit,” mused Willow. “It’s still exciting though. It’ll be nice to spend it with someone I care about.”

“Yeah?” Hunter asked, unable to process that she had referred to him as someone special without air quotes or sarcasm. She really was looking forward to spending time with him on the most romantic day on the Isles? He had to make it worth her sacrifice. Luckily, he had the perfect day planned for months. “Well then, if you’re not doing anything already I was thinking we could go to a pro flyer derby match together.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Really? I would love- wait, do you mean the match on Bleeding Hearts day between the Sirens and the Harpies?”

“Yeah! I-if that’s okay….” Hunter started, pulling the tickets out of his pocket where he had been keeping them safe. “I actually already got us pretty good seats, so if you-.”

“Hunter!” Willow exclaimed, taking them carefully from him to admire them. “Are you serious? How did you ever… I mean this is so… I don’t even know what to say! This is so amazing I could just kiss you!”

“Hehehe uh well I guess technically you could…” he said quietly as he scratched his face. Willow was too engrossed in the tickets for Hunter to tell if she had heard him. “But I uh, got them as a thank you. For, ya know, being my… girlfriend.”

Willow smiled as she wrapped him in a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as she lifted him off the ground. “So that does that mean… you wanna go?” he strained to ask as she squeezed him tighter. She laughed as she gently put him back on his feet, taking delight in the red mesmerized look on his face.

“Of course! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?” She giggled, only slightly embarrassed at her impulse.She knew it was for show, but truthfully she couldn’t imagine a better evening than yelling in the crowd beside Hunter. How had Boscha managed to accidentally arrange one of the most perfect nights of her life? She was finally good for something, it seemed.

---

Pretending to date Hunter was unsurprisingly easy.

They spent the day adjusting their routine to that of a couple, and it turns out they needed to adjust very little.

They already went out of their way to walk to class together, so now they walked closer and linked pinkies as they walked.

When he dropped her off at her class, she always sent him away with an enthusiastic farwell, now she blew him a kiss before he left.

During study hall he sent her paragraphs worth of ideas for pet names. Terms of endearment tailor made for Willow that she couldn’t help but feel he thought of way too quickly, as though he already had them handy.

Such little things that made the biggest difference

During their time in the human realm, they would create little backstories for themselves to help them blend in and get adjusted to things. It was something silly they did to take their mind off the uncertainty of things and help the time pass, but now it was just a silly thing they did for reasons they couldn’t explain. Willow knew plenty of couples weren’t overly affectionate and they didn’t need to go so deep undercover, but she was willing to commit to the bit as much as he was. It was another thing they would do back in human realm, see who would break first or who would be the first to have nothing new to add. But this was one time Willow was hoping for a draw.

All through class she watched the clock, so eager to see him again and add another detail to their story. Her favorite part was when the bit reached a point where it felt like an elaborate inside joke that blurred the lines between fact and fiction. Hunter was always the best at creating with her. Sometimes it took him awhile to find the character, but if his Golden Guard days taught him anything it was how to adapt.

---

At the end of their first day “together”, any guilt Hunter harbored had vanished with Willow's collection of ideas suggesting she really was excited for this plan. If only asking her for real could be this simple. As they walked to the Owl House for their usual Friday hang chatting as they always did, they did so hand in hand only to remember halfway there that since they were out of school they didn’t technically need to be. But neither said this aloud. They were both convinced the other was simply dedicated to the ruse.

“... and I thought we could go official on penstagram but we have to do matching profile pictures first,” continued Willow. “I thought we could do one where we’re each doing like half a heart with our hands so when the ‘in a relationship’ update happens they’ll be next to each other and it’ll look so cute.”

Hunter had made it clear that he was fine with whatever Willow was comfortable with and he assumed that meant they would hold hands in the hallway for a couple of weeks (which was more than enough to make his head spin) but she was fine with everyone on the Isles thinking they were romantically involved. He knew Boshca didn’t have so much influence that the effort was necessary, but he convinced himself that Willow was simply covering all their bases.

It was for the bit.

As they reached the front door, Hooty was absent from his usual spot which signaled to Willow and Hunter that the weekend festivities were in full swing. Willow went to open the door with her free hand when suddenly a thought struck her and she turned to her co conspirator with a look of concern.

“Hunter, you did tell Luz we were only pretending to be dating, right?”

“I didn’t tell her anything,” he said, having not seen Luz since this morning when she saw them off before heading to her school in the human realm. “Only Gus knows that we’re pretending. I haven’t even talked to her since this morning, I don’t even know how she would know.”

“Oh Titan.” Willow said, the color draining from her face. “I think we might be in trouble.”

“Why would you say that?” Hunter asked as he opened the door for Willow and the answer to his question presented itself as they were instantly ambushed by the force that was Hooty. The bird tube wrapped them into a tight hug, crying about how excited he was for them as Hunter and Willow saw he was not alone in his sentiment.

“Congratulations to the happy couple!” Luz exclaimed as Hooty loosened his grip on them so she could toss confetti in their faces.

“Oh, that’s why.” Hunter whispered to Willow as they both regulated their breathing after being stuck in Hooty’s grip. All they could do now was smile awkwardly as they both took in the display Luz had prepared. A “congratulations” sign hung behind Luz in the doorway, the letters decorated in pink, purple and blue and then pink, yellow and blue. They had set up Eda’s old projector and a slideshow of pictures of Willow and Hunter played on what appeared to be a loop. There were a decent amount. It was just the kind of celebration a new couple would really appreciate.

If only they were a real couple.

It also happened to include nearly everyone from school, so correcting Luz right away wasn’t an option.

“Wow this is so… uh, you guys really shouldn’t have,” said Willow as she took it all in. She didn’t dislike it, no that wasn’t it. Hunter tried to place her tone, thinking that by the redness in her cheeks she might be embarrassed. If he didn’t know any better he might think she was… committing to the bit. That’s all it was.

But he couldn’t help but feel as though everyone had been expecting this celebration to take place sooner or later.

“Are you kidding? It’s not everyday your best friend starts dating your brother!” said Luz as she pulled them both into a hug,and they looked at each other nervously behind her back. She leaned back to offer them both a wide smile, practically jumping out of her skin as Amity joined her.

“Yeah! It’ll be nice to go on double dates!”

“Oh man, if I had known your crush didn’t go away, I would’ve set this up months ago!” added Luz.

Their eyes widened simultaneously, each thinking Luz was referring to them only, unaware how mutual the feeling was. They spoke at the same time, hoping to move on before she revealed too much.

“Oh! Well you know we don’t have to-.”

“Actually, we were thinking that-.”

“Hey there lovebirds!” Gus said, rushing in to save the day. “Why don’t you come to the kitchen and get some pizza?”

“Yes! Yes, of course!” said Hunter, happy for the save as he took Willow’s hand before following Gus back. “My girlfriend loves pizza!”

“Awh, look at them,” sighed Luz, resting her head on Amity’s shoulder. “He knows that she loves pizza.”

Once in the kitchen, sure no one was listening in, Hunter turned to Gus in a panic but the younger boy simply offered him a calm, knowing look.

“Gus, why didn’t you tell them we were just pretending?” whispered Hunter.

“I didn’t have time!” he said. “I showed up and Luz told me before I could even say hello!”

“Well who told Luz?” asked Willow.

“Who didn’t tell Luz?” laughed Gus. “Someone saw you two holding hands and one thing led to another and by the time I got here Luz had already talked to half the school. I didn’t wanna blow your cover so I went with it. I just assumed you two were just doing another bit like we used to do all the time.”

“Gus, this isn’t like trying to convince the lady at the flower shop that Willow used to be an actual willow tree and that’s why she can make the plants grow,” said Hunter. “This is serious!”

“Hunter, it’ll be fine,” assured Willow, placing her hand on his shoulder. “We can always explain things to her after, we just need to do some extra pretending tonight. If it’s too hard, we can always leave early.”

Hunter wasn’t worried about it being too hard, he was worried about it being too easy. He was worried Luz would let it slip exactly why it was too easy for him. Luz had honed in on his crush early on, maybe even before he was aware of it, and it stood to reason that she believed Willow was also aware of it now. How do you tell someone your girlfriend doesn’t know about your crush on her?

“Right,” he said, grateful for Willow’s support. They had been through worse, through deadlier and more dire things, surely they could survive a night of awkwardness.

Surely they could survive the flyer derby team’s stream of questions as Willow convinced them they kept it secret as to avoid drama on the team.

Surely they could survive everyone at the party mentioning how they knew it all along.

Surely they could survive the video Luz had somehow made (dare they assume she had it prepared in advance?) to summarize their relationship becoming official. As they sat on the coach, watching every picture he and Willow had ever taken together move along the screen while a song neither of them had ever heard played softly in the background. From the corner of his eye he watched Willow watch as the screen zoom in on a group photo where he was standing beside her looking at her with a faint blush as she pulled him into frame, her hand tight on his waist.

Her finger twirled her braid as he failed to read her expression for how she was feeling. He didn’t want to feel overwhelmed if she wasn’t. With the other bits, he always followed her lead. But the difference was that he had been the one to rope them into this one. And it wasn’t something they were doing to fool a stranger they would only see for five minutes, this was basically everyone they knew.

But she didn’t seem to mind.

She actually really seemed to like it.

“Don’t worry I made you copy to show your dads when you tell them.” Said Luz as the presentation came to an end, proud of her work. “I mean, unless you’ve already told them.”

“Well, we-.”

“Oh, they must’ve,” interrupted Amity. “I know how strict they are about this type of thing, there’s no way Hunter would ask Willow out without their blessing.”

“Oh, actually-.”

“That’s right!” Hunter interrupted this time. “I did ask them! And they said… no!”

“They said no?” Amity asked, surprised.

“What?” said Luz and Gus together.

“Wait, did you- I mean, yes! That’s right!” Said Willow, catching on. “He asked them and they said no but we are dating anyway! So it’s a secret!”

“Yeah! We are secretly dating!” Confirmed Hunter. “So we should not mention it to them. Because of the secret aspect of it.”

“Oh, yeah of course.” Said Amity .

“Yeah, we won’t say anything.” promised Luz.

“Good, because we-.”

“Why did they say no?” Amity asked.

“Huh?”

“I mean, it’s kind of odd, right?” She went on, stroking her chin. “I mean, they seem like they really like Hunter and they always tease you about him being your boyfriend, so what changed?”

“Uh…” Willow thought nervously, having not told Hunter about all the time her dads had “accidentally” referred to him as her boyfriend when his name came up (which was honestly quite often). “They caught us… kissing?”

“Kissing?! You two have kissed already and neither of you told me???” Luz exclaimed. “How long have you been going out that you’re already kissing?”

“Uh, well…” Hunter tried to start, starting to sweat. He and Willow had established a fairly thorough cover story, but they had never discussed this. Even hypothetical, Hunter knew he couldn’t muster the courage to bring it up to Willow. But now it was all he could think about. Between imagining that and trying to create a story in which it could believably happen, Hunter felt as though he was about to malfunction.

“Two weeks ago,” said Willow calmly.

“What?!” Luz exclaimed.

“What? I mean, yeah! We kissed two weeks ago!” said Hunter with a nervous laugh.

“Well? C’mon! Do we not get a story?”

“Um it uh was… a day-.” started Hunter.

“It was after our match against Glandus, it had gone into double overtime so it was late and Hunter was walking me home like he always does,” started Willow, to a room of “awhs” and “how sweet.” “But we were still taking our time, talking about the game and then all of a sudden, clouds start forming and we realize it’s gonna rain. We’re almost to my house so Hunter picks me up and uses his teleportation to rush me to the door before a drop can hit me. So then we’re standing on my porch and he’s standing really close so the rain won’t hit him and he just looks so cute… I dunno, I guess it was the adrenaline or something but I just pulled him down and kissed him.”

“Awh, that’s so sweet,” said Luz, brushing a tear away. “A first kiss in the boiling rain? It’s like something out of a book.”

“Yeah,” said Hunter, looking over at Willow. He remembered that day. It wasn’t something Willow invented to help sell their lie. They had gone into overtime and he had walked her home and he had rushed her onto her porch before the rain statered, But in reality, they had lingered there. He remembered their faces inches from each other, close enough to feel her breath on his face. She had been close enough that pulling him down would’ve been easy. And he thought about it, he did. Or at least, he knew this was the kind of moment where that kind of thing happened. They stood in silence for a few moments and he told himself later that it was because they wanted to make sure they were safely out of the rain. But truthfully he forgot about the rain, he could only focus on the lingering face paint clinging to the sides of Willow’s glasses and how he was close enough to see it so clearly. How he was close enough to…

But her dads had opened the door and welcomed the pair inside for a celebratory dinner before that possibility could be explored

That was the only thing she changed.

She didn’t need to pick that moment, she could have invented something totally new and Hunter would've gone along with it. But the fact that she did… well Hunter didn’t know what that meant. She would often sneak little jokes into their larger ones, but was this a joke within a joke or a reimagining?

“Yeah,” said Hunter, his voice soft and dreamy, transported to Willow’s improved version of the day. “That’s… that’s what happened.”

“So uh, actually we’d better get going,” said Willow, sitting up as she sensed Hunter was growing overstimulated. “Ever since then, they’ve been really strict about my curfew. And I know Hunter has a potions essay to work on.”

“Oh okay!” said Luz as she wrapped them both in a tight hug. “But I will be texting you a million follow up questions. You too, Hunter.”

“Cool, sure,” said Hunter, knowing that meant he and Willow would be on a video call making sure their answers lined up. He hated to think that he was enjoying inconveniencing her so much.

“Now go walk your girlfriend to the door, I bet you wanna kiss her goodnight,” teased Luz and everyone in the room let out an ohhhh

“Haha! You bet!” Said Hunter with forced enthusiasm, his voice cracking ever so slightly as he felt the room get hotter. “Willow! Let me walk you outside and we can kiss like we always do!”

Willow smiled in spite of herself and followed Hunter outside, waving goodbye to her friends as to keep up appearances. She couldn’t help but take a little delight in how nervous Hunter was. She always really liked that part of the bit.

“How are we gonna convince them we’re out here kissing?” Hunter whispered on the verge of a panic attack as the door shut behind them (luckily Hooty promised them privacy). “I can see Luz peeping through the curtains.

“Like this,” said Willow calmly, placing her hands on either side of his face and pulling him down close to her. As she did, she sneakily placed her thumbs over his lips and placed her lips against her thumbs, a nearly invisible barrier to the nosey on lookers inside

It was fake and staged but Hunter couldn’t help the way his heart raced, still being so close to her. He knew he had to sell his end but he didn’t know how to look like someone who was casual about kissing Willow Park. So he did the only thing he could think of and kept his arms at his sides, lest they do the wrong thing. He didn’t know if this was right, but he knew he wouldn’t know what was right so that made it right, right?

She closed her eyes and so he did too. He heard her hum and his lips formed a smile against her thumbs as their noses brushed against each other.

When she pulled away she gave him a small wink and patted his cheek to signify it had worked. It really had. No one at the party could deny that he was head over heels for Willow Park. Absolutely no one.

“Oh, okay,” he said, not knowing what to say but feeling like he should say something. “Uh… thanks.”

“Sure, yeah,” she said, trying to remain composed. There was no reason not to be, nothing had happened. “Anytime.”

It was just like that day on her porch.

“Why do you bring Willow flowers everyday?” Gus asked

“I don’t bring her flowers every day,” corrected Hunter as he handed Willow a small bouquet. “I mostly bring her seeds and clippings so she can grow her own flowers.”

“But why?”

“Because Willow loves plants? It’s kinda her whole thing? Well, that and-.”

“No I mean, why do you bring Willow flowers if you’re not actually dating?” Asked Gus.

“Because if I was really dating Willow I would try and bring her flowers everyday,” said Hunter simply and Willow hid her blush in the collection of red and yellow flowers Hunter had brought her.

“You mean if you were dating anyone, right?”

“Well not just anyone,” Hunter corrected him again. “Not everyone can handle the responsibility of plant care like Willow can.”

“But what if you were dating someone who wasn’t good with plants?” asked Gus.

Hunter looked at Gus like that was the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “Why would I do that?”

Willow just giggled as she grabbed her books and held her flowers close to her chest to go add them to her garden in the greenhouse before class. As she walked away, she blew Hunter an over the top kiss as had become their tradition. He reached out his arm and pretended to reach for it as though it had nearly flown over his head before finally catching it and putting it in his breast pocket for safe keeping. Willow giggled as she turned the corner and Hunter wore a very convincing dopey grin as his eyes lingered on her until she completely left his sight.

“I know you’re trying to play it off as part of your ‘fake dating’ bit or whatever, but you always give Willow flowers before school and no one even sees you do it,” said Gus.

“I mean I… I guess I just need to thank her for doing this,” he admitted. “I mean, it started out as lying to Boscha but I’ve been lying to her too! And I know it’s wrong but I’ve really liked spending time with her and it’s easier this way for some reason? And I’ve tried telling her, I really have, but everytime I try she adds something to the story and I just… I think I’m in too deep.”

“Hmm, it’s almost like she enjoys being your girlfriend,” said Gus as he closed his locker. “Go figure.”

---

Hunter sat on the end of the couch, his back against the armrest as his arm rested around Willow’s shoulder as she leaned against him with her knees tucked to the side as she showed him a video on her scroll as they waited for Gus to started the movie .The scene was very cozy, very natural.

Very unnecessary.

“You guys don’t have to do that, ya know.” said Gus, walking in and promptly sitting down on the ground in front of the couch, placing the popcorn on the coffee table. “I’m in on your little ruse, remember?”

“We know it’s just… an easier way to sit?” said Hunter as Willow let out a bright, airy giggle. “I mean, there’s not a lot of room so…”

“Uh-huh,” said Gus, looking next to them where two full cushions remained unoccupied. “Sure.”

“Plus, it’s like being undercover,” offered Hunter. “You need to be prepared, you never know who could be watching.”

“In my house?” Gus asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Yeah Gus we’re undercover,” said Willow, making herself even more comfortable at his side, resting her head on his shoulder as though that was where it was always meant to be. “Besides, we’re gonna break up soon.”

“Oh, really?” Gus asked skeptically, rolling his eyes as paused the opening of the movie, wondering when his third wheeling would become official.

“Yes, really,” said Willow smugly, reaching behind her to grab the notebook off the end table. “We’ve been brainstorming.”

“Sure, that’s totally what you were doing,” he said, his sarcasm loud and clear. “So then, what do you have so far?”

“Okay, well…” Willow hesitated to start. “Here’s the thing…”

“It’s empty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s empty,” said Willow, sitting back against Hunter’s arm. “We just… can’t think of a reason to break up.”

“Not a believable one, at least,” added Hunter. “We want it to be mutual so it won’t be suspicious when everyone thinks we’re just friends again. I mean well, not ‘again’ cause we always were, like the whole time, heh.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, as though it was a real problem. “So we tried to think of something less personal. Like, not something about one of us but maybe because we’re too busy and don’t have time for a relationship.”

“But then we thought, that might not make sense since we do spend a lot of time together,” Hunter continued. “We still play flyer derby together and we’re in some classes together. Not to mention we have movie night with you every week…”

“I mean, it doesn’t have to be a big or flashy reason,” Gus offered, knowing they didn’t really try very hard. “You can just say you're better as friends. People shouldn’t question that.”

Except they definitely would, because Hunter would definitely still have a crush on Willow. He would still look at her with the same dopey grin, the same wide eyes, and the same rose colored flush in his cheeks. He knew he would because nothing about her had changed, she was still so wonderful and funny and smart and brave and beautiful. Titan, if anything this whole thing has made him like her more. And he didn’t mind still feeling this way, as confusing as it was, but he worried that his infatuation would make their story unconvincing. They would claim it was mutual and there were no lingering feelings, but now all eyes would be on them to see if it were true and there his feelings would be: lingering.

And he worried people would somehow find a way to make Willow the bad guy. He knew Boscha was grasping at straws trying to ruin Willow’s reputation, and being a heartbreaker might be the straw she needed. He would deny she had broken his heart, but when it came down to it he didn’t think he could convincingly state he did not still have feelings for her.

And that might be enough to make things weird.

“I mean, we should at least stay together until Bleeding Hearts day,” said Willow. “We can figure out something after that.”

“Okay, I stand like this?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, and then you prop your elbow against the locker like this,” instructed Willow, guiding him into position. “And like you can put your other hand on your hip or something and then I’ll stand against my locker…” Willow carefully put herself between Hunter and the locker so she was looking up at him. “And there! Just like the movie poster.”

“So this is flirting? Standing like this?”

“Well, standing and talking technically,” said Willow. “But if we stand like this, everyone can tell just by looking at us that that’s what we’re doing. Like a real couple.”

“Okay,” said Hunter, starting to understand. “Do we have to say anything in particular?” “I dunno, maybe you can try and say something funny?” Willow suggested coyly as she twirled the end of her braid around her finger. “Oh, and twirling my hair will also let them know we’re flirting too.”

“Okay okay,” said Hunter. “But should it be funny like clever funny? Or something more low brow? A pun? Or maybe one of those door jokes?”

“Hmm, we can always just pretend you said something funny and I’ll do a fake laugh,” said Willow.

“Wait, am I not funny?” he said with a fake scoff.

“I didn’t say that,” she said with a chuckle as she flicked his hair noodle.”You can be very funny.”

“That doesn’t sound like you think I’m funny,” he teased, absentmindedly leaning down closer to her.

“You are funny,” she insisted, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. “When you’re not trying to be.”

“When am I not trying?” he said, his voice carrying a certain twinkle in it.

“I dunno,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him. For some reason she felt bubbly, seeing Hunter pretend to act as though he was in disbelief. She felt like laughing now but tried to suppress it. Hunter noticed.

“You’re laughing right now!” he declared victoriously.

“I am not!” she denied, trying to hide her smile.

“Yes you are!” he said, adopting a chuckle of his own. “I know what your laugh sounds like, Captain!”

“Well, maybe I’m-.”

“You guys know Boscha’s been out of school all week with the common mold, right?” Gus asked, breaking the trance the pair had reentered with ease and had forgotten he was there.

Hunter offered him a quizzical look. “So?”

“Huh, no wonder things have been so peaceful around here,” Willow realized.

“Yeah, so without her around there’s no reason for you two to keep up this little act of yours,” Gus pointed out and Willow and Hunter realized they hadn't noticed Boscha’s absence because at some point they had stopped checking for her all together.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right…” said Willow slowly, wishing he wasn’t. “But, I mean, the common mold usually lasts a week so she’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed. “Plus, she might have spies reporting back to her while she’s out.”

“Spies?” Gus said, unconvinced with a rise of his eyebrow. “Really?”

“I mean, that does sound like Boscha,” said Willow. “Having…spies.” She knew it sounded silly. She knew what Boscha was capable of, but even that was a stretch. Hunter stopped leaning against the locker and stood up straight, trying to read Willow’s expression.

“Congrats on being voted cutest couple!” Skara squeaked in delight as she bounced at them from seeming nowhere.

“What?” they exclaimed in unison.

“Awh!” Skara gushed. “You two are so in sync! So cute!”

“Skara, what do you mean-.”

“Just look!” she said happily, handing them a piece of paper. “It’s just a mock up, but that’s what it’s gonna be in the year book! I wanted to be the first to tell you, ya know in case you wanted to use a different picture or something.”

Willow looked down at the photo Skara had chosen. It was a photo of them after a flyer derby match, the photo captured Willow tackling him in a hug to celebrate their victory as Hunter caught her in his arms and spun her around, wearing a wide smile to match hers. They were looking at each other, totally unaware a photo was even being taken. He remembered that day, he could hear their laughter echoing as he spun her too quickly and they had fallen onto the ground right after the moment the photo was taken. He vividly remembered the smell of grass, the way the setting sun rested in her hair, and the way the sound of her laughter made his heart skip a beat. The picture was taken well before they had started “dating” and yet…

“It’s perfect Skara,” said Willow, her tone much different from what it was mere moments ago. He wondered why they stopped flirting if it was meant to convince people they were together. He had been enjoying himself and now he felt guilty. His cowardice had made this whole thing spiral out of control, and now their lie was to be preserved forever. In the back of his mind he remembered that Willow liked someone else. They were supposed to break up once everyone was convinced. How had they gotten so off task? How could he let Willow keep bailing him out in such a major way?

As Skara ran back to the classroom, an unsettling silence floated between the pair. Had it been any other story, any other bit, they would’ve come clean by now, right?

They knew this. Gus had gone out of his way to remind them and they brushed it off. But now, it was hard to deny it was a harmless but. It was a pretty big commitment for someone you weren’t committed to.

Willow had done all that for him and he couldn’t even be honest with her. He at least owed her that much.

“Wow,” Willow chuckled nervously, trying to fill the silence. “That’s uh, that’s a pretty big honor.”

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed, searching his mind for how to word what he really needed to say.

“I’m sure Amity will have something to say about it,” Willow chuckled lightly. “Since she and Luz have been together longer. But Luz doesn’t even technically go here, and I don’t think anyone would-.”

“I don’t wanna lie anymore.”

She looked up to see Hunter’s face flushed, his fists balled at his sides as though it took all of his strength to bring out that sentence. Willow had to admit, it was not what she was expecting to hear. It was not what she was hoping to hear.

“Oh.” was all she could manage to say. She didn’t need to ask what he meant. She could ask why, but she didn’t think she was up to it. “Um, okay.”

The bell screamed as Willow tried to process the whiplash that had just occurred. She could tell Hunter had more to say, but she felt as thought she had lost the ability to hear as static echoed in her mind. She was sure she said something about having to get to class, but she felt as though she was outside her body watching a blurry reenactment of a scene as her feet carried her away. They had joked about breaking up, because it was a joke. Because there was nothing really to break up. But then, why did it feel so real?

---

A few days went by and Willow and Hunter didn’t speak. He wasn’t waiting by her locker after class and miss practice after school. She assumed he needed space or assumed he assumed she needed it, but either way it was there. She knew the mature thing was to discuss the next steps, the story they would tell she had gotten so used to their new routine she had never prepared herself for its end. She thought he felt the same way.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Hexside’s most famous half-a-witch.” came a shrill voice Willow hadn’t heard in weeks interrupting her thoughts. She tried to ignore her, she knew that’s what was best. But of course, her timing was impeccable.

“Where’s your loser boyfriend?” sneered Boscha, following her victim down the hall, having much lost time to make up for. “Oh let me guess, he finally dumped you right? He realized what a loser you really were and decided to cut his losses?”

Unbeknownst to Willow, Hunter was hiding nearby working up the courage to greet her by her locker to try and explain himself. He had tried writing another note, but this time would read from it instead of trying to get it to carry more than it should by itself. But he heard Boscha beat him to the location and any nervousness left his body and was promptly replaced by fury. He knew Willow could handle herself, but he knew his lie added fuel to the fire that were her words.

“It’s really none of your business, Boscha.”

“I’m right though, aren’t I? I knew there was no way someone like you could convince anyone to date them. What, did he lose a bet or something?”

Willow kept walking. Hunter wanted to scream. Boshca knew it wasn’t true and Willow was smarter than Bocha, surely she knew it too right? Surely she knew.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time, half-a-witch?” snickers Boscha. “The only way someone would ever date you would be as part of a joke. No doubt he got sick of having to see you everyday and realized-.”

Before he knew what he was doing, Hunter teleported beside Willow who looked surprised to see him. Before she could greet him or question him or say much of anything, he placed his hand on the side of her face and pulled her close to him as she had done that day after the party.

But with one tiny major difference.

Willow quickly got over her surprise and leaned into the accidental kiss, dropping the books in her arm to the ground as she elected to rest her hands on Hunter’s chest, clinging to his shirt collar. He held her face in his hands like it was something delicate as their noses nestled beside each other like puzzle pieces meant to be like that. Willow did not need to rise to her tip toes to kiss him better as he leaned down to be closer to her and her foot popped in the air as his hold on her grew more secure. His lips were dry but surprisingly gentle as they found a comfortable placement against hers. Emotions of surprise and hesitation melted away as they had no place in a moment like this.

At some point during all of this, Bocha had left. Her grumbles and rude comments had gone unheard by the pair, far too engrossed in each other to consider there was anything else in the world worth caring about.

Somehow Hunter managed to stop himself in the middle of what felt like a familiar yet impossible dream. He pulled back to see Willow’s eyes closed and her face flushed as reality caught up with him and prevented him from savoring the moment further. “Oh no, I didn’t do the thing.”

“Really? I think you kinda did.” Willow giggled, looking at him with dreamy eyes, feeling like her chest was a fire bee hive as she allowed Hunter to be her balance, leaning forward happily to be caught any way he intended to catch her.

“No I mean the thing with my thumbs so I wouldn’t… so we wouldn’t…”

“But we did.” She said plainly, averting her gaze and playing with a loose thread on his uniform by his shoulder, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the bubble just yet. “Is that… okay?”

“I mean I… I don’t mind but I know that we’re technically broken up I think and that we were never even… I’m sorry,” he cast his eyes to the ground, and removed his hands from her face. “I-I just heard Boscha saying those awful things to you and I-I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t be sorry,” said Willow quickly, turning his face back to her to see his eyes. “For any of it. You just… got caught up in the moment. I’m sure I would’ve done the same thing.”

“Really?” Hunter squeaked and Willow nodded, her hand still resting on his check. “The uh… the exact same thing?”

Willow bit her lip as she moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck. Her other hand still had a steady hold of his collar and she planned to bring him back down to her to answer him without words but before she summoned the courage to do so, a loud gruff voice broke through their bubble as it flooded the hallway.

“Hey you two! Did you not hear the bell?” The voice demanded. They hadn’t, there were more important things holding their attention. So of course they didn’t know there was no one else left in the hallway.

Except a very grumpy teacher who did not find lateness romantic.

“You’re late to class! Detention, both of you!”

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“Willow, I… I owe you an apology.” Hunter said as they sat beside each other in detention, whispering as to not wake the teacher at the front of the classroom.

“Hunter, it’s okay,” she whispered back. “It’s not the first time I’ve gotten detention.”

“No, not about that,” replied Hunter. “Well, yes about that too actually but I mean when I said I didn’t wanna lie anymore, I meant I didn’t want to lie to you anymore.”

“What? How were you-?”

He took a deep breath. “Okay, the truth is, I did run into Boscha that day,” he said quickly, trying to keep his voice steady. “But she didn’t ask me out… she caught me trying to ask you out.”

“What?”

“I was trying to put this in your locker,” he began, taking out the carefully folded note from his pocket and handing it to her. He had kept it, hoping there would be a right time for it. Hopefully this was it. “Because I didn’t know how else to do it and I thought it would be easier but she caught me and read it and threatened to tell everyone and I asked her not to because I didn’t want-

“People to know?”

“-you to think it wasn’t true,” he finished. “I-I thought if you heard that I liked you from Boscha, you’d never believe it since she’s always lying. And I didn’t wanna mess it up again so I panicked and that’s when I told her-.”

“Wait, ‘again?’” Willow repeated, confused. “What do you mean ‘again?’ When did you- oh! Do you mean your… wait.”

Her eyes told Hunter she knew exactly what he was referring to. He held his breath. “You did get it.”

“I did,” she said with a smile finding the answer to her question in his wide eyes. “I just… well, your autocorrect was always doing weird things and I didn’t want to assume… I mean not that I didn’t want to assume but I…”

She had hoped.

“But it doesn’t matter,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have let this go on as king as it did, I’ve caused you so much trouble. You can keep the tickets, you can take Gus. I just… hope you’re not too mad and that maybe eventually we can-.”

“Hunter, when exactly did the thing with Boscha happen?”

“Um about three weeks ago?”

“And you bought the flyer derby tickets for us to make it look like we were dating?”

“Well, I mean I knew you’d been wanting to go so I thought it would be a fun way to say thanks for being a great girlfriend.”

That was technically not a lie. He truly had been hoping he could say that by the time the event rolled around.

“But I guess what I’m asking is, when you bought the tickets you bought them with the intention of us going to the game as a date for Bleeding Hearts Day, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Hunter… the date on these tickets says they were purchased months ago.” Willow said with a smile.

“Well, it’s your favorite team playing their biggest rival so tickets we’re gonna sell out pretty quick and I wanted to make sure we got good seats so once it was announced I-.”

“But… you couldn’t have known months in advance that we would pretend to be dating when the game was happening,” Willow pointed out, a deep blush covering her face.

“You… you knew?”

“Kinda? I mean, I knew a little bit,” she admitted. “I didn’t actually know what I knew but I… uh, anyway.” She cleared her throat as she tried to steady her voice. “What I do know is, I’ve really liked getting to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh uh, good. I’m glad I… just wanted to make sure you were uh…”

“I also know that I don’t wanna lie anymore either,” she said softly, inching her chair closer to his.

“Oh, yeah of course I mean I understand if you just want to-.”

She placed her hand atop his on the table, effortlessly lacing their fingers together. “So let’s stop lying.”

He looked down at their hands in awe. A part of him wanted to make an excuse, to link it to their ruse. But a louder, kinder voice in his mind told him to squeeze her hand back. That so many words weren’t needed right now, to stop complicating it. Questions rolled around his brain trying to make him doubt this was what it was but he pushed them back, but then one slipped through the cracks.

“But what about… the other person you like?” He asked sheepishly. “Don’t you… I mean, aren’t they…?”

Willow looked at him with playful eyes as she bit her lip and Hunter felt like the smartest and stupidest person in the world.

And also the luckiest.

“Oh.” He said, understanding her look and not questioning it. His face was red and he knew it but didn’t care. He tried to summon the coolness he was convinced he had when they were only pretending. “Don’t you uh, wanna read the note first?”

“How about you summarize it for me?” She smiled.

“Okay uh…” he tried to pick his favorite metaphor when he realized he was doing it again. She didn’t mind that he was complicated and careful in fact she liked it. She liked him. And she was waiting for him. “Willow, would you wanna… go on a date… with me?”

“I’d love to Hunter,” she said softly, and he felt as though he heart was melting and exploding at the same time. “Lucky for you, I happen to have two great seats for a flyer derby game this weekend.”

“Wow, what’re the odds?” He chuckled, over the moon to find them back in their rhythm as he rested his head on his hand, admiring the scene finally presented in reality.

“Ya know, this means you’ll have to actually ask for my dads blessing for real then right?”

Hunter beamed, his face envied the suns brightness at her response. “I’ll go as soon as we’re out of here,” he assured, his heart racing at securing her blessing to ask for his blessing.

“Great, so you can explain to them why I got detention today,” she said, with a wink. Hunter laughed before realizing Willow was in detention because she had gotten caught kissing him. Not exactly the first impression Hunter was hoping to present as a suitor.

Maybe he’d ask her dads after their first date, just in case.

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #winter toh #toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter toh

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malfoyfarms · 2 years

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Honey

JJ Maybank x Fem!Pouge Reader

WC: 1119

T&W: none

a/n: lolol idk what this is but I wanted to write again

Slow nights at the boneyard were far and few between, but as JJ and his group of bandits sat sprawled around the fire, he couldn’t help but glance around for the one frizzy haired pogue missing. She was off fluttering around to her many, many friends. Honey was sweet and friendly and kind and fierce, a human that just attracted people, good ones too. He pondered on the need to have her pressed against his side or his knees.

“Buddy, you’re staring,” Sarah nudged. He chuckled and thought about the moments earlier spent with his– well not his, Honey.

Honey had smoked a blunt so large, JJ was surprised she wasn’t greened out in his bed at the Chateau. In fact, she was taking off down the jetty toward the sunset. Honey had no breaks sober, not to mention when she was high, causing JJ to take off after her, ensuring she didn’t fall into the ocean.

“Jay, I wanna dance! C’mere right now!” her giggles lured JJ down the jetty. “I wanna dance like our nanas did with us in the kitchen. Like lovers do when they’ve had too much to drink or are making up from a fight.”

She pulled him close and rubbed the tip of her nose to his, “C’mon if I’m never gonna do this with a lover, just appease me.”

He knew in that minute he was a goner.

“What do you mean you’re not going to do it?” He was still holding her close, trying to keep her nose on his.

“I’m not getting out of the cut. ‘N mama says there’s only one person she’ll give me to, but he won’t want me.” He could tell she was going in and out of focus. Hell, she probably doesn’t even know what planet she’s on, but all he could think of was who her mother thought was good enough for her.

“Honey, you know that’s not true.”

“Then dance with me.”

JJ took one of her hands and held it up, placing his other behind right under the edge of her cropped shirt. He ran his rough hand over her scar that she got when she was 7. He could feel her eyelashes kissing his neck as Honey laid her head on his chest. She smelled like her usual self: cinnamon, citrus and Dove, and now a little bit of marijuana. She placed her bare feet on top of his, but his sensories were switched when she started rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. They softly swayed back and forth.

“Hmm,” she blew a breath out. “I may even fall asleep here.”

“Jay! JJ!” That same smell snapped him back out of his memory, only to be met with less than bright eyes. “Can we get out of here? It’s too brick.”

He nodded, pulling her up with him. With slight eyeshifts from their friends, the group decided to let the two go off. After the two were out of eyesight, he gave her the hoodie of hers he was holding onto. She slid it over her form, and trotted behind him mumbling a small thanks.

“So what’s the real reason you wanted to get out of there? I know damn well you weren’t cold, and you seemed to be having a blast making your rounds.” She shook her head, and chuckled.

“Thrilling, listening to everything going on in everyone’s lives, everyone’s problems, and the tea between groups. It’s exhausting!” He grabbed her belt loop to pull Honey closer. “I’m glad people want to talk to me, and feel like they can confide in me, but jeez! Doesn’t anyone wanna know how I feel?”

“I care.”

“I know you do. But you know about my problems before I do myself.” Again, another chuckle.

“C’mon let’s get home before your social battery actually dies.”

“Could we, uh, actually go to the Chateau?” He noted to press that later. Instead of speaking he headed left, not right.

Upon their entrance to the house, Honey was given the option to pick her poison. Weed, alcohol or sober. Much to JJ’s surprise she chose sobriety. She sat down on the opposite side of the couch, visibly uncomfortable. JJ sat at the other end watching a YouTube video. Her hands were fidgeting, picking at the skin around her thumbnail. JJ pretended not to know, knowing she’ll eventually burst.

Instead of saying anything she crawled over to his side of the couch, slowly slithering her way up his body. She managed to wiggle her way in between JJ’s arms. It was like déja-vous, her eyelashes kissing his collarbone. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his torso, and squeezed as hard as she could. He knew exactly what she was up to. His touch-starved best friend was looking for physical comfort. While it was rare that she would act upon her need for physical affection, when she did, JJ knew she truly needed it. He stood up, ensuring his koala was still attached,

As he gently set the two of them down, Honey managed to kick her socks off. Now JJ began his magic. He ran his left hand up and down her back, while his right pushed her hair out of her eyes and took hold on her thigh, her thigh that was still tightly wrapped around him. She began to nuzzle her face deeper into the crook of his neck. His lips sat gently on the top of her head, him slightly leaning into her hair.

A small “thank you,” was mumbled and a squeeze was given in response. He worked his hands across her back, working his way up to her shoulders. He tried to massage out the knots, but eventually gave up as he was plagued with fascination in her hair.

JJ could tell a person anything about Honey. The way she liked her burger, how many alarms she needed to get up in the morning, but most importantly how she expressed her needs. Her subtle squeezes around him portrayed the need for security. His response? A large hand behind her head and a huge squeeze. When a “thank you” was not uttered, he knew she was out cold.

Even the loud commotion of the rest of the pogues coming home didn’t make her stir. Slowly, John B opened the door to JJ’s room, not expecting to see his best friend cradling his dream girl. As he tried to back out quietly, he drew the attention of Kie, who just smirked. John B made a little salute to his friend and shut the door quietly.

“Oh my Honey, what am I going to do with you.”

#jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj outer banks #jj maybank fluff #outerbanks #obx #pogues #hms pogue

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dootznbootz · 6 months

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16 and 19 :>

16: tiny detail in canon you wish more people appreciated.

OOh gosh, SO MANy!!! I'll go with Happy ones.

1.) The fact that when Agamemnon was testing them all. While Odysseus WAS the one who was all like "GET BACK HERE!" he was at first wanting to leave as well. ( he didn't "go to his ship" but he was pained as he probably wanted desperately to go home as well. )

She sped off, raced down from Mount Olympus’s crest, quickly reached Achaea’s swift ships, rushing to the spot Odysseus, a man as wise as Zeus, was standing. He’d laid no hand on his fast, black, well-decked ship. His stout heart was filled with pain.

(Johnston, Book 2 of Iliad)

His heart was in pain! He wanted to go too! It was because Athena was like "GET THESE GUYS!" that he started to bonk the other Achaeans!

2.) Also the fact that he says this to Agamemnon when asking him why he said that "We can go home" 🥺

A man who spends one month aboard his ship, away from his wife, becomes downhearted when winter gusts and stormy seas confine him. This is now the ninth revolving year we’ve been waiting here, on this very spot. So I don’t think that badly of Achaeans in their frustration here by their curved ships. Still, it’s shameful to go home with nothing.

(Johnston, Book 2)

"You can't blame us for rushing to go home. A man even being one month away from his wife will make him depressed" LIKE??!?!??!1 SIMP! He's fucking OUTING himself!!!

3.) Also in the Odyssey, the fact that he asks for another bed when she first rejects him. To ME, another part of the reason why he's so upset at her "rejection" is kind of because, to me, they were basically flirting while he was a beggar ( he calls her a KING, something you did NOT do when you're a man. as you're basically saying "I'm lesser than you, a woman" ) and so I imagine him being like "Weren't we flirting before?! Because you knew it was me?! I'm no longer covered in blood! Why are you suddenly turning me away?!"

And then he asks for a different bed. While it's assumed that she's still the "boss" as he hasn't been COMPLETELY accepted as the "rightful king yet", he probably STILL could've been like "Uh, no, that's MY bed. I'm going to sleep in it." At this point, Penelope's the ONLY one in the household who has not accepted him yet. He could've been like "Uh, no. I'm going to sleep in MY bed whether you like it or not" but he doesn't!!! He asks for a completely different bed! One that's probably not as luxurious as the one he made. and like??? Idk... it's so small but he really does care about her and respect her. (This is from what I know historically. If someone knows more and is willing to share if this is bullshit. then feel free to! :D )

I have SOOOO many more but I don't wanna search through all the books to find the sources 😅

19: Current fandoms

just.... so MANY. I love a lot of things and have thoughts on many but it's mostly the Odyssey as of right now, (mostly the Ithacan royal family haha), but I also love Fairy Tail and Legend of Zelda! :D Many others include: Pokemon, Avatar (Atla and LoK), Fullmetal Alchemist, many different musicals. Those are the main ones as of now. :D I have a LOT

#THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :D #Mad rambles #ask #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #idkwhatthisisbuttheresdcandstuff

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dancingdub · 11 months

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The housekeeper pt 4

so idk if this is any good LOL but its very smutty, I still don't really know where I'm going with this just yet.

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Emily pulled you in, kissing you before making her way down your body leaving a trail of marks on your skin. Cameron was watching with eager eyes before leaning over you and kissing you hard on the mouth, her tongue forcing itself in yours. you accepted her, letting your tongue explore her mouth. a moan escaped your lips as Emily's tongue slid through your folds. she only seemed to want you tonight, though Cameron was eager to get her hands on her. you and Cameron were still pretty drunk and loving the moment, just 3 stunning women having a night.

Emily was sucking your clit, making you squirm. she began to move her tongue in little circles, almost putting you over the edge. You were still kissing Cameron when you grabbed her hips while Emily was still going down on you. you lifted Cameron up so she straddled your face. she was dripping, your mouth watering at the sight. you moaned as Emily slipped 2 fingers inside you, but your focus was on Cameron's pussy. you began to work on her, licking through her folds, gathering her juices in your mouth. her hips bucked up against your tongue, slowly grinding down harder and harder. emily was working on you, sucking your clit while fucking you, hitting your spot over and over again. you were about to let go when Cameron ground down harder, moaning and riding your face until her legs began to shake. her body slowly sinking down as your tongue entered her. you felt her clench in your tongue and moaned, your body finally letting go. your pussy clenched down on Emily's fingers, pulsing as you're released. Emily grunted, sending vibrations to your clit making you squirm and shake. she finally pulled out sucking her fingers free from your juices as Cameron peeling off of you panting. Emily looked at you with a smirk on her face as she laid down next to you. After you took a minute to get her yourself, you climbed on top of her straddling her hips. you kissed her, tasting yourself on her lips before your tongues met. her tongue exploring your mouth and you couldn’t fight back a moan. she felt amazing against your body, her tongue dancing across your lips before you made your way down her neck, sucking on her pulse point. she whined, her hips bucking against you. you made your way down on her. kissing the inside of her thighs before you licked her folds, having your way with her and fucking her until she came.

you were sobering up as Cameron passed out, naked on the bed. You couldn’t even remember taking off your clothes but you were naked and so was emily. you cuddled against Emily's chest as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

***

you woke up in Emily's arms, nuzzling against her before sitting up and seeing Cameron still passed out next to you. You didn’t remember much about what happened last night but considering Cameron was naked it couldn’t have been good. the headache you had was pounding. you didn’t want to think of the things that could’ve happened.

did emily fuck her? did i fuck her? What the hell was going on? oh god.

you didn’t want to deal with reality so you just laid back down next to Emily. she started to stir. you knew it had to be at least 7am, there was no way you were awake before her. After a few moments Emily opened her eyes and looked at you. She was still very naked. you couldn’t help but notice how the blanket caressed her naked body, making you tingle between your legs. She was absolutely beautiful.

“Em, what the hell happened last night?”

“oh you don’t remember?”

“I don't remember anything after we got in your car at the club…”

“oh shit.”

Cameron started to stir. “I need advil and coffee right now.” you couldn’t help but laugh. “also where the fuck are my clothes?” uh oh.

Before Cameron turned over, you and Emily both slipped on some pieces of stray clothing. you got up and handed Cameron a big shirt before making your way to the kitchen and getting the coffee pot going. you had no idea what happened and you had no explanation for Cameron. Emily didn’t want to give any details, I guess that was for the best. Cameron got up and pulled the shirt over her head before heading out to the kitchen.

“I think I'm going to head home.” Emily was slipping her shoes on. “I'll text you.” Then she was out the door. you heard her car start and drive away.

“fuck. our cars are at the club still.”

“oh shit i forgot, i can get us an uber.”

“How about later, I am dying.” Cameron went to lay on the couch. you brought her a coffee and some medicine before sitting next to her on the chair. you laid your head back and rested your eyes before drifting back to sleep and cameron did the same

***

you slept for a couple more hours before finally getting up for the day. it was closer to 2pm when you were finally up and eating a decent meal. Cameron was still on the couch, awake but refusing to move. you sat in the chair next to the couch as she laid there hoping you would get a text from Emily, hoping she would remind you of what actually happened last night.

A couple more hours passed and you both finally went to get your cars from the club and Cameron decided to head back to where she was staying for the weekend.

you were alone at last. you decided to text Emily first, hoping she’d just forgotten.

“Hey, so do you want to fill me in on what happened last night?”

“That depends, is your friend still at your place?”

“No, she left a little bit ago.”

“Come over.”

“Be there in 20.”

your heart was beating a mile a minute as you, once again, pulled up to Emily's. you decided to wear something more casual, you figured you’d be tearing each other's clothes off anyway.

walking up to her door, and before you could knock she was opening it. she was wearing more casual clothes for once. The v neck and yoga pants she had on were very distracting, but you tried to keep your eyes up as you walked past her inside. she shut the door behind you and gestured to you to sit down on the couch and she sat down next to you.

“So you really want to know what happened last night?” Emily started, a smirk on her face as she played it all over again in her head.

“Is it really that bad? or am I making things up?”

“I didn't think it was bad, I just thought you and Cameron were only friends. “

“we are? I don't see what you're getting at.”

“y/n, we all fucked last night. like all 3 of us.”

“oh god.”

“yes, oh god is right.”

“Was it good at least?”

“I was only worried about you.” Emily put her hand on your thigh, slowly making her way from the top of your knee to your upper thigh. she gave it a squeeze while staring at your lips with a smirk.

“I only want you Emily. Whatever went on with Cameron was a big mistake and I honestly would rather not tell her what happened.”

“Well it doesn’t help that we all were naked when we woke up.” she gave your thigh another squeeze.

“fuck.” Emily raised an eyebrow while biting on her bottom lip. she sent flutters down to your pussy. How could a woman be so mesmerizing?

“So y/n, I was thinking maybe we could go on a real date, just you and me of course.” she winked at me before leaning in for a kiss and I happily met her in the middle.

“I'd love to.”

“Well, we can plan later. for now i want you naked in my bed.” you both stood up and made your way to the bedroom faster than ever before, jumping and giggling onto the bed. Emily kissed you with pure passion, lust was lingering in the air as you tangled in each other's arms, throwing off random pieces of clothes before you were both fully naked. you pleased each other for hours, then finally drifted off into a deep sleep tangled together.

***

Emily woke up first, removing her arm from your waist and gently sliding out of bed to put on some coffee. she didn’t have to work that monday which was a nice change. She began to make breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and eggs and bacon. luckily those were your favorite. you rustled in your sleep before waking up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. you stretched before jumping out of bed wearing nothing, slipping on any shirt you could find and making your way out to the kitchen.

your mouth dropped when you saw Emily. her back turned to the stove but she was also not wearing anything at all. you tiptoed over slowly before wrapping your arms around her waist, your mouth just at her shoulder giving it a little kiss.

“Good morning pretty.”

“Good morning, it smells amazing in here.”

“pancakes are almost done if you want to make yourself a cup of coffee while i finish up?” you grabbed a mug from the counter and began to pour yourself a cup. you thought you were still dreaming. Emily still being home, naked making breakfast just seemed so surreal. if this was what it could be like together it’s what you wanted. so easy going, no cares or worries, just the comfort of one another. Emily put a full plate of food in front of you and handed you a fork before grabbing her own and sitting next to you. she slowly began to dig in, waiting for you to do the same.

It was an amazing breakfast, followed by having sex on the counter. you couldn’t get enough of her. the way she tasted and smelled, it was only a matter of time before you knew she would be gone again for a week.

“so i was thinking,” Emily began, twirling your hair with her fingers while you both laid on the couch, still very much naked, “maybe you could come here during the week, stay here while I'm gone and make sure it’s tidy and I'll pay. maybe you could just so happen to be here when i come back." She smiled big.

“I could do that. I also do have other clients you know. I can't stay too much longer today." Sadly you did have to work,you knew that Emily might not be here when you were done for the day so you wanted to soak in all the time with her that you could.

“I figured as much, when?”

“my only client if the day is at 3 so i have a couple more hours.”

“No problem, love.”

***

After spending most of the day with Emily, you went to work and found yourself at home with a glass of wine glued to the couch. you were exhausted and hoping Emily was thinking about you the way you were thinking about her.

hours passed as you dozed in and out of consciousness on the couch. Around 10 pm you heard a knock at the door, so you scrambled off the couch and looked through the peephole. there she was, at your doorstep with a bottle of wine.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #mommy #criminal minds

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dwtisgay · 2 years

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🚨BREAKING NEWS COVERAGE🚨 (not actually). but ok so we know dream’s eye injury happened on the same night as his & george’s pizza date right?? like, ~the facts~:

dnf hang out & george has a nap. later they eat pizza (x) (<-george’s little eye roll as soon as dream says ‘last night’ is SUS. so sus)

dream falls out of bed (sleeping), hits his eye and blacks out !? (x)

much later that evening dream drinks beer for the first time ?? (x)

So. SO. taking it all at face value laid out like that it makes me wonder if uh. uhm. were Dream and George having a nap together?

there are obv multiple things dream could be lying about here;

that the pizza story actually took place that night - though given Karl’s genuine reaction to it I think it did. v least it’s the first time he heard the story

that dream got the injury before the drinking. this is the most likely suspect for a lie imo, maybe he got a bit drunk and fell over cringe fail (tho more unlikely since he’s 6’3” - even as a lightweight idk if 2 beers is gonna make that much of a dent??). still kinda makes more sense than smacking your face that badly, blacking out, waking up covered in blood etc and then deciding “nice. time to party and get drunk with blood pouring out my eyebrow!” tho. i doubt that’d be drom-approved behaviour

(sidenote do we know if dream went to any creator parties sat eve? who do we think he was drinking with - just george, dtkq & co, or somewhere more public?)

I guess it also depends on whether we think george & sapnap asked about the injury on stream as ~content~ for chat or if it was the first time they were hearing it irl too. (probs for chat - foolish & punz didn’t react to it when dream wandered over iirc, didn't ask if he was ok). ig they all talked about it earlier/the night before

maybe dream made this story up & something else happened entirely aka keemstar’s right and dream got jumped lmfao. zero evidence tho & dream seems to only fudge details when he lies rather than inventing whole stories

I'm tinhatting the sequence of events as dnf nap > george pushes dream onto the floor in his sleep (rip dnf cancelled) > pizza 😞 > dtkq drinkies lol. or maybe; dnf nap > pizza hangout > drinking > falls out of bed a lil drunk and wakes up in the morning with injury.

idk if this even makes sense? what do you think? HOW DID THIS EVENING PAN OUT. my heart is telling me dnf sex at twitchcon tho. crisis

first of all I love you I think you just provided me a missing puzzle piece for the night now to delve into this very fun speculation, I actually missed the bit in the keemstar dm's where he mentions he went drinking AFTER the injuries! I have a speculative answer for one of your questions no.3 who were they drinking with? Hasan and his group, because of this clip

you can hear hasan in the background of this clip using his british voice and saying how gnf "got blasted last night" Hasan that night had a small low key dinner night with austin Valkyrie and some others iirc, but after they also disappeared - I think george and dream were together for dream's 2 beers and they were with hasan's group getting drunk

sapnap, foolish, karl, tina and quackity were all spotted leaving to join the more public parties, dream and george were no where to be seen that night, but we do know that karl sees dream once at least before he gets his injuries because karl says something along the lines of "last I saw you I told you good night and you looked like you were tucking in for the night and the next day you're all beaten up" karl saw dream before his injuries right before he took his NAP his FIRST sleep of the night I genuinely think your theory about dnf napping together is spot on, and then they had their pizza and went out with hasan and austin 😂

for no.4 I definitely think george asked about the injuries for the stream, he seemed from his mannerism like he knew about it already, karl's reaction was genuine, george's asking about it was just to fill the lull in the convo

#dnf #long post #I couldve gotten some things wrong about who was hanging out with who but hopefully the gist is all there

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gyubby99 · 1 year

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@disneyanddisneyships why would I write this?

Alastor and Aponi were taking a walk at the park, demons running away from the sight of him and screaming. Aponi would also scream at the sight of him, but the 's' is silent because she's horny asf when hes in heat. Anyways,

They were in their early dating stages, which meant they had to learn about each other, but Alastor lovingly lurked in the shadows enough to know shit about her.

'I wanna watch her tell everything about herself that I already know and iternally laugh at how stupid she is, but she's my stupid butterfly and I love her.' Says Alastor's alleged thoughts.

"So, how old were you when you were sent down in hell?" Alastor asks, looking at Aponi in such loving eyes, you'd be surprised if he actually works his stinky deer ass into redemption because of her.

Oh shit I fuckin spoiled it. Anyways moving on,

"Oh, I was 19!" Aponi casually replies, as if their age gap is not remotely similar to Taylor Swift and John Mayer when they dated. She died in the early 2010's and doubts she's ever heard of Speak Now. Atleast she saw Fearless.

Wait, speak now released in 2010.

Maybe she died a day before it released.

We'll never know.

Alastor froze, his every system nervous.

He fucking should be. In his 30's his girlfriend's a fuckin young adult.

You see, even a professional murderer and overlord like him has standards.

Alastor wished he could've kept his five foot rule.

'Shit does this make me a groomer now?' Alastor asks himself in deer panic, and to think he would probably look at her differently in heat was something he could never imagine doing now that the information has been laid out.

"I thought you were.. 21." Alastor stated akwardly breaking the silence.

She wasn't even legally allowed to fucking drink. Just what the fuck did he get himself into.

Aponi groaned. "Al, I've been here 20 or 40 years, I don't really remember, I'm basically an old middle aged woman by now, and this is hell so it doesn't really matter."

Too late.

Alastor was staring at nothingness rethinking his existence.

Aponi would have to comfort him now.

The author wished Jason could choke on a sandpaper cock for making Aponi kill herself at that age. Omg verosika mayday reference she's definetely not another one of the author's girlfriends.

Um,

Let's change the subject back to Alastor and Aponi.

Dont tell my wives. They're forming a band.

"Al, things changed when I was brought up here. Did you know I was even shorter than I am now? I'm pretty sure you're a hundred years old now, and I almost could be, right now. It's okay.." Aponi reassured.

Yeah, things changed when she showed up in hell.

She was small then and she was just short now. Even for a 6ft tall butterfly demon.

All because of her fuckin boyfriend who's probably taller than her creator's other oc.

The author doesn't know what she's doing with her life as she writes this sentence.

"Darling, I just.. I know. Maybe I need a moment more to process." Alastor replied, currently going through five stages of grief.

Aponi rubbed his arm lovingly, smiling.

The author is currently on writer's block but she's doing this to make her bestie happy so she better appreciate this.

Pls.

She's begging. This is all she has.

Anyway,

Bonus;

Angel: Well damn about time ya told 'em!

Vaggie: Wait, she's 19?!

Angel: uh yea

Vaggie: I better not hear her sing 'Dear Alastor'

Angel: The fuck do ya mean by that?

Vaggie, who died in 2014 and has most likely heard of Speak Now: Nothing.

Charlie: Well, technically her age in this is probably 20.. so human age doesn't matter. It's just her appearance that looks 19, actually!

Aponi: Thank you, Charlie.

Alastor:

Aponi:

Alastor: I will be retiring to bed, my friends!

Husker: You don't sleep.

Alastor: Maybe I will!

~~~~~

This was a mess. Idk if this was a good idea but liana asked for this.

#alaponi #radiowings #aponi wings

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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a place called home

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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