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𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 working with the BAU team has always been challenging— but your suddenly disrupted by a case that hits close to home and you don’t know how to react when your past starts clawing at you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 drinking, usual criminal minds content, mentions of dead bodies, mentions of murder, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of anxiety

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3.7k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 AHHH so the series has begun. this is based on this lovely request. i’m trying my hardest for things with the UnSub and the case to be as coherent as possible while the storyline progresses, so it’s very important to pay attention to names and your past ;)

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"And that is your third drink of the night—" You reached over to Garcia's drink, ripping it from her lips as she tried puckering onto the straw before you could steal her of the drink she had rightfully purchased. Protests flowed out of her as you brought her drink to your own lips, taking a deep sip of the fruity alcoholic beverage, savoring the light flavors in your mouth. "At least share."

"Anyone tell you how boring you can be sometimes?" She slumped herself across the table complaining profusely at your antics.

"All the time actually," You shrugged. "And I'm not boring, I just don’t condone alcoholism."

"Says the one whos about to singlehandly down my drink," She rolled her eyes at the sound of your straw reaching the bottom of the glass with a slurp. You looked at the glass and shrugged your shoulders innocently.

"Oops,"

The whole BAU had finally decided to host another one of these team bonding activity's, and the vast majorty had agreed on hitting a bar that was near the downtown area, Morgan having been the main enthusiast at picking where the bonding would take place.

You thought it'd be fun honestly. It was unusual to see the group in an ambience that wasn't so full of anxiety and tension all the time. Of course, a joke or two would slip around the office, mainly through the jet rides but it was hard to lay back all the time when you were constantly chasing sadists and murderers around.

It had also been a while since you had gotten somewhat dressed up. A simple black squareneck bodysuit and some leather pants wasnt your biggest definition of getting dressed up, but you knew today was casual, so you didnt want to go completely out. You chose to instead settle for a outfit that'd allow you to blend in and some soft curls in your hair.

Everyone was in their own little comfortable bubble, which really allowed you to understand your co-workers and friends better. You watched how JJ and Emily chatted along a few other men on the further side of the bar, laughing at their antics and desperation when it came to obviously impress them. It was funny even from this side of the bar how badly the men were oggling them shamelessly.

Just as you were about to look for Derek, you felt someone clash between you and Garcia. "Well how are the two of the smokiest looking woman in this bar doin'?"

"I was just looking for you," You jabbed him with your elbow as he wrapped his arm around you. "Should've known you'd come crawling to look for us."

"By us, I hope you mean just me." Garcia butted in. Derek scoffed and allowed his arm to leave your shoulder and instead wrap both of his around the blonde that sat next to you on the bar stool.

"Pfft, you kidding?" He scoffed. "Don't' get me wrong, those pants look great on you sweetheart, but Garcia here's my one and only."

You let out a laugh at Morgans comment. He was a flirt, a natural one, it'd been just like this since you first arrived at the BAU all those years back. You however, were inmune to his charm, and he'd always been a brotherly figure to you. The two of you teased the other and often got into small discussions that were similar to that of a sibling dynamic. Nevertheless, you cared a lot for him.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," You eyed Morgan, sipping through the straw of the recently emptied drink. He pinched your cheek as a familiar laugh left his mouth while you slapped his hand away.

Your eyes scanned the rest of the bar, allowing your shoulders to slouch ever so slightly. You swirled the small cubes of ice around in the glass, looking at them intently before Derek whistled low accompanied by a deep chuckle. "Looks like Boy genius is hitting jackpot over there."

Your eyes turned to where Derek was gesturing and you saw Spencer sitting at a small table with three other woman practically perched on his arms. You watched as his arms enthusiastically flew over the place. Garcia pitched in. "Well thats a first,"

You chuckled to yourself, not failing to notice how his mouth was moving at an unreadable pace, which probably meant he had already went into what you'd like to tease him as 'wikipedia mode'. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed as they moved inaudibly, the same way they always did when he rambled on about something.

"Look at my man go," Morgan cheered.

"He looks constipated.." Garcia squinted her eyes, noticing his nervous and tense posture as one woman grazed his forearm.

You and Spencer had gotten really close over the past few years. He was the first person you immediately hit it off with when you first arrived to the BAU a little over a year later than he had. It initially started when the two of you were unintentionally being paired in many cases together.

However, Hotch and at the time Gideon realized that putting both of your minds together was a power weapon in disguise— Both you and spencer were incredibly smart but very different. Spencer was very good with statistics and information, and you were good with reading people in great depth, which is why the two of you made such an outstanding team.

By being together all the time, you slowly started to get more comfortable around eachother and soon enough the two of you became inseperable. Wether it was getting coffee with eachother in the morning, or staying over later in the office to read over some unsolved cases, you and Spencer were attached at the hip as months went on. It had taken a while to crack his shell open, but slowly, you'd manadge for him to loosen up.

"Looks like that's my cue," You said standing up and dusting of your pants. Morgan and Garcia shared a look while you sighed heavily, watching how Spencer entirely short circuited when one of the girls reached up to tuck a loose strand of his hair behind his ear.

You knew Spencer had a thing with his personal space, but also having a heart of gold prevented him from having the guts to push these woman off. You could tell that he didn't desire their company or attention.

You rounded the bar and made your way to the table where Spencer desperately needed saving. Once you walked closer to them, the woman in the middle looked up with an unamused gaze and then Spencer's intimidated eyes met yours. You clicked your tongue, gesturing your chin to the side and insinuating them to take a hint.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies," You smiled tightly, crossing your arms. "I need to steal your boy candy for a bit."

"We're busy.." One of them said, smiling at you wickidly and she placed her hand on Spencer's shoulder. You groaned internally because your intentions weren't territorially driven and these woman felt some inescessary need to fight you for Spencers attention.

"I wasn't asking." You responded sharply, given them one final smile. Under the intensity of your gaze, the three woman finally cowered and got to their feet, walking away while tossing their hair back at you and spitting hateful glances towards you. You followed their trail with your eyes before looking back at Spencer and narrowing your eyes at him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," He clasped his hands together, blabbering as you walked over and plopped into the seat next to him.

"Why is it that you always end up in these situations?" You looked over at him. "You have got to stop attracting the bitches.." You rested your elbow on the chair and tilted your chin towards him.

"They came and I didn't really know how to—" He started but cut himself off with a groan, slumping deeper in his chair and dragging his hands across his face. He peered at you through his fingers and you chuckled at him, looking down and shaking your head to yourself.

Spencer quickly noticed how your hair was lightly curled towards its ends and the makeup on your face was giving you a soft glowy hue. His eyes scanned your lightly tinted cheeks and eyelids, along with the long dark wisp of your eyelashes that deepened your gaze, not entirely used to seeing you like this. You finally looked up at him, and eyed him.

"What?" You laughed, shoving his arm lightly. He looked down and smiled to himself. When he looked back up at you, he opened his mouth, wanting to tell you all about the statistics of makeup and its history and evolution along the years to ease his nerves, but Derek's voice cut through the comfortable chattering the two of you were sitting in.

When you looked up at him, you saw JJ, Emily and Garcia standing alongside him, all having the same familiar expression on their face. Derek motioned towards his phone and you nodded your head understandingly. You knew that Rossi and Hotch had probably called everyone in due to a new case. You looked over at Spencer, sighing heavily. "Duty calls,"

Spencer stood up from his seat and grabbed your hand, helping you up from your own and letting his chest heave with disappointment. "Are we ever going to get a day off?"

You looked up at him and patted his chest. "Now that is a stupid question for someone as smart as you, Dr. Reid."

The whole team scattered into the conference room as Rossi held his phone to his ear and chatted stoically to someone, pacing back and forth the white board. You scanned Rossi's posture and the few pictures that were peeping out of a file and your brows furrowed.

"What do you think happened now?" You voiced, turning to Spencer, who scanned the room just as intently as you had beside you, hands deep in his pocket. Morgan, JJ and Parentiss had already fallen into their seats waiting for Rossi to hang up with whoever it is he was talking to. Spencer looked down at you and tightened his lips, shrugging slightly.

You hugged yourself as an unsettling feeling sat in the pools of your gut. There was something that happened to you often where you couldn't really voice a feeling into coherent words, but something about a situation seemed oddly off in your gut. The familiar feeling was currently bubbling inside of you and it evidently manifested onto your expression. You felt a hand on your shoulder accompanied by a light squeeze.

"You okay?" Spencer asked, furrowing his brows in concern. You quickly waved him off, smiling at him and taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah, just got a bad feeling,"

As Rossi hung up, you and Spencer made your way to your chairs. Spencer absentmindedly pulled yours out, allowing you to sit before him. You mumbled a quick 'thanks' before sitting down comfortably and turning your attention to Rossi with Spencer not far beside you.

"Sorry to interrupt team bonding but," Rossi shoved his phone into his pocket. "We've got trouble."

Rossi lifted the projector remote, turning on its contents and revealing a series of gruesome pictures. The photos showed what looked to be a couple, brutally slaughtered with blood splattered across the walls.

"Easton Green, 27 and Michael Green, 28, brutally slaughtered last night in their home here in Virginia," Rossi said scrolling through a few pictures of the couples body limply displayed across what looked like a bathroom. "Both victims received more than 20 stab wounds and both had their ring fingers severed. Due to autopsy reports, Easton had water in her lungs and Michael showed signs of sexual assault."

Your heart stopped in the back of your throat as Rossi read off the names of the victims, following with ID pictures of the two familiar faces you hadn't seen in a long period of time.

"A week ago, an almost identical murder took place." He punched the buttons on the small control, revealing a stomach churning picture. "Sarah Johnson, 28 and Adam Johnson, 28. The couple presented the same stab wounds and severed fingers, but no signs of sexual assault and no water in either of their lungs."

Your eyebrows were furrowed deeply as your mouth hung open, just slightly. You never thought you'd hear those names again, much less the way you had just right now.

"Both murders happened in their own houses and signs of forced entry are present." Rossi said.

"How do we know that these murders are connected?" JJ asked, scribbling mindlessly into her journal.

"We were able to make with the little evidence they've presented so far was that both couples had been recently married," Hotch pipped in. "The stab wounds are also identically the same, along with the way the bodies were left."

"So, wait, we have someone hunting around recently married couples?" Derek asked, brows furrowed tightly in curiosity.

"In a way that would explain why the ring fingers were severed..." Spencer quipped, scrolling through his files. You glanced over at him, watching the familiar furrow in his brow. He looked up. "Recently married couples wear their wedding bands on their ring fingers after the ceremony takes place. They're exchanged during the wedding ceremony and symbolize the couple's union and commitment to each other,"

"And with the severed fingers are probably the wedding bands," Derek blew out.

"If only the ring fingers are being cut off than maybe our UnSub probably has a personal vendetta with marriage in itself and is most definitely acting out of rage," Parentiss quipped in as well, crossing her arms over her chest. You looked from person to person as they all added in their analysis and group review, but you felt as if you couldn't keep up. Your brain had stopped working the second Easton and Michael had been named.

"We'd have to figure out how the UnSub is connected to the victims to be able to confirm that, and by that we'd have to connect the victims," Hotch uncapped a marker and turned to the board.

"Actually," You finally said. "All these victims went to North Virginia High School, the private school over by the upper east side of town."

The room fell silent as everyone's head turned to you. You froze momentarily, sinking into your seat while swallowing the bundle of embarrassment that seeped into you as the spotlight suddenly found your way. You signaled to the files "I, uhm— I used to go to school with these people."

"All four of them were in my class, I was actually friends with Easton. Sort of—" You shook your head. "—I haven't talked to her for years until well..."

You looked over at the board and cringed internally.

"So were they together since high school?" Derek asked you, turning in his seat towards you. You pursed your lips in thought.

”Sort of," You flipped a page over onto it's back and pointed your finger to one of the lines. "Easton and Michael starting dating a year or two after graduation, but Sarah and Adam had been dating since sophomore year of college."

Your frown deepened, suddenly memories of your past flooding your head quicker than you anticipated. And quicker than you were prepared for. You rubbed your temple and laid back in your chair.

"Whoever the UnSub is could be connected to the class or school," You stated, deciding to fall silent until further notice. Hotch nodded in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously before Rossi began laying out a few more details of the case to which you couldn't completely pay attention to. Your hands fell into a nervous pattern of picking at the skin that sat comfortably on the side of your nails.

Spencer reached out from the side, placing one of his hands over both of your to prevent you from continuing your anxious habit. When you looked over at him, his gaze remained on Rossi and Hotch, eyebrows slightly furrowed yet expression completely relaxed as if he had not a single thought flowing around in his head.

God knows you needed a bit of that. You glared at him but with a huff of surrender, you slouched further into your chair, allowing your fingers to dance along with Spencers underneath the table and away from anyone else's view.

After about thirty minutes of placing down a starters plan to the case and more unnecessary stuff that you weren’t all too interested in paying attention to, everyone in the team was dismissed. You snapped out of your trance, suddenly realizing that everyone was standing up and getting ready to leave.

"You in there?" Spencer called out from beside you as he shoved his paperwork into his familiar satchel. You hummed offering him a quick, forced smile.

"Yeah," You threw your bag over your shoulder. Spencer stopped you with a firm hand as you attempted leaving the room. He gave you a knowing look, clearly not even impressed by your poor attempt at running away from his worried gaze.

"I’m fine Spence," You said, tilting your head slightly to the side. "I’ll tell you about it in the car,"

When you and Spencer first started to get along, both of you had realized that your lived not far from the other. A fifteen, maybe twenty minute car ride from the others place at most. When Spencer found out you usually took the train to get home, he insisted on dropping you off every evening after work. At first, it was a bit awkward, due to the fact that none of you knew anything about the other, opting for plugging your AUX cord into your phone and playing music to distract yourself from the silence. But now, things were different and things were everything but uncomfortable

"Y/N," Hotchs voice cut through the air thickly. "A minute?”

Your head snapped over to Hotch. You tensed, looking back over Spencer to which he tightened his lips, giving you a look full of sympathy. You assured him with a nod in the direction of the door. "I’ll catch up with you,"

With a final nod, Spencer left the room, closing the door behind you. You tensed your fingers at your side and swiftly patted the sides of your pants. You suddenly felt intimidated by Hotchs presence. It made you incredibly panicky not knowing why he called you to stay behind. Hotch had always been someone you found hard reading.

"Whats up?" You asked walking up to him and gripping at the strand of your bag.

"Are you okay?" You furrowed your eyebrows, jerking back slightly. Now that was definitely not what you had expected.

"What..?" You asked, profusely confused as to where his question was coming form. He continued, organizing the files that were left on the meeting table.

"I asked if you were okay," He paused turning towards you. "If you’re going to be in conditions to work this case—“

You invoulintarily let out a laugh, to which you clamped shut in embarrassment at Hotchs unnamused glare. “Sorry..”

You shifted on your toes and sighed heavily. You understood that this sudden revelation may make people think this could effect your performance in the case. I mean, these were people you spent all four years of high school with and to any logical human being, in a sense, it would be emotionally impacting if ex-classmates were being executed one by one.

But Hotch knew very little about your past. No one did. So with a firm nod you looked over at Hotch. "I am perfectly capable of working on this case Hotch."

“I didn’t doubt your capability,” He stared at you intently. “I asked if you were okay to work on the case,”

You stopped, watching him slowly try to weave his way into the truth of what these people actually meant to you. But you quickly shot him a smile, blocking him out and preventing him from seeing what was going on in the inside of your head.

“Yes, I am.” His eyes scanned yours, and with a simple sigh he shook his head and finally dismissed you from the room.

The case did not effect you in the slightest, and you weren’t lying about that. It was just very shocking finding out that someone who used to be your best friend was slaughtered to death. But you knew that nothing— no even the people who used to go to school with you were going to put a halt to your job, much less when you love doing said job so much.

You said your final goodbye to Hotch and walked over to the door, exiting it carefully. When you turned your back to the closed door, you found Spencer sitting against one of the desks. You crossed your arms and glared at him.

"You should’ve gone home," You said. He pursed his lip, cocking his brows with amusement laced in his features. "I could’ve taken the train.”

You turned on your heels and allowed him to follow beside you. Spencer let out a laugh, throwing his head back. You beamed at his smile.

"That’s funny," He said, looking down at you as both of you made your way to the elevator. "Did you know that transit riders, especially women, are often victims of a wide range of offenses of a sexual nature that happen on, as well as at bus stops and train stations."

You looked up at him with an unamused look, knowing he was doing this just to prove a point. He opted to continue. "Verbal harassment is the most common form of harassment, with 41% experiencing "obscene/harassing language" and 26% being subjected to sexual comments. Among non-verbal types of harassment, 22% had been stalked and 18% had been victims of—“

"Okay fine!" You exhasperated. "I wouldn’t have taken the train anyways, I have my personal choufer with me."

You patted his arm with a smile on your face as you rolled your eyes at his triumphal grin. Once the elevator door opened you pursed your lips. "Can I at least pay those 25 dollars of gas?"

He looked forward as the elevator door closed, scoffing. "Not a chance.”

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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what’s today again?

Ahhh I’ve gone and done it. I wrote a Loki fic. This is my first so please go easy on me. I even went and created my own lil divider because…I mean the tools were there so why not? lol

Inspired by this post

Summary: Thor attempts to wake you up after he finds you asleep on your desk before your boss, Tony Stark, finds you and assumes you’ve been sleeping on the job. You, however, believe that it’s Saturday and nobody will be coming to check whether you’re even in your office. When you tell Thor this, he calls on his brother for help to wake you up.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: mild cursing, Steve and Tony and Bucky giving annoying older brother vibes, mild angst (?) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Lady Y/N," you heard a muffled voice calling you to you, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you. "Did you sleep in this state, Lady Y/N?"

"Mmph," you grumbled. You could barely register the bright glare of sunlight piercing through your closed eyelids. Not harsh enough to sting, but bright enough to know that the day has just begun. You could hear the voice calling to you again, and your waking sleep-addled brain began to recognize that low reverberating grumbling voice as Thor's. What on Earth was he doing waking you up this early on a Saturday?

"Lady Y/N, I suggest you right yourself quickly before Stark comes down here finding you sleeping on your desk. Part of me suspects he won't have care for your late hours, only your current state of rest."

"Dammit, Thor," you mumbled. "It's Saturday, let me rest." You heard him call to someone, as if he was asking for them to back him up.

"Y/N, darling." You felt your spine stiffen at the voice that greeted you. Fuck's sake, Thor, why would you call your brother? you thought to yourself. "Stark will have your pretty little head on a spike if he catches you dozing on your desk. Wake up, little mortal."

"Brother, she believes it's Saturday."

"Norns," he groaned, the resonance of his voice still finding a way to affect you and kick your heart into a flutter despite your drowsy state. "Y/N, it's Thursday."

"My day," Thor quipped.

"That retort got old a thousand years ago, brother," Loki groaned. "Y/N, wake up darling." Your brain began to wake just enough to recognize that his presence was looming just behind you.

"Laufeyson, you're hot, but you're not disrupt my weekend hot." Unfortunately your brain hadn't quite woken up enough to make sure your mouth had a filter quite yet. "Now shush that pretty mouth of yours with the pretty voice and let me sleep."

You could feel him shuffling closer to you, until his head rested lightly against your shoulder, with that pretty mouth right next to your ear. "It's not quite the weekend yet, darling, now wake up."

"Brother, Stark's on his way. She will lose her station with him if he finds her as such."

"Alright, that's it." You felt an arm wrap around your waist and hoist you up to your feet. "Up you go, little mortal."

That woke you up enough for your eyes to shoot open like someone had shot cold water right down your back. You tried to stare daggers at whoever dared wake you up so abruptly, but when your eyes met the piercing blue ones of the god towering over you with his arm still wrapped securely around you, your resolve faltered.

"What gives?" you managed to choke out.

"Is that any way to thank the one who saved you from being, what is it you Midgardians call it again? Fired?" Your eyes widened at his words. "Ah, now I finally have your attention, sweet Y/N." You always have my attention, you impossibly attractive annoying man--god.

"Well if this ain't a party," Tony's voice boomed through your office. "Y/N, you're here early." Then he eyed your current predicament; Loki hadn't released you from his hold yet. "Unless you never left…?" He swayed a pointed figure between you and the god, and the realization of what he was implying dawned on you, making you squirm in the god's arm.

"No! God no. I know better than that, Tony, you know this." They didn't, actually. The entire team, with the exception of the Asgardian gods, all knew about the burning screaming crush you had on the god of mischief. And they took every opportunity to tease you about it when the brothers weren't around to hear. You tried to glare at said god. "Will you let me go, please?"

"Only because you asked nicely, my dear." He then relinquished you from his embrace and you did everything in your power not to pout or react in any way at the loss of contact between you two. Only in the safety of your thoughts would you ever admit that despite the circumstances, you would never complain to waking up the way you did just moments ago: in his arms. Well, arm. But still. With him smiling (smirking, really) down at you. In fact you'd give anything to wake up like that again. Preferably in a bed, with less clothing (like none at all), after a night of--

Stop it, Y/N, you scolded yourself. You cracked your neck and turned to face Tony. "I stayed the night here in my office trying to crack that drive you managed to swipe from the HYDRA camp on your last mission." You looked over his shoulder to see a tall muscular blond enter your office. "Hey, Cap."

"Y/N, pardon my language but you look like crap." You shot him a glare that held a bit more conviction. "Sorry I'm only speaking as a concerned friend, you never know who might run into you looking the way you do." He shifted his eyes not so subtly towards the dark-haired god, making you glare at him some more. "But really, what happened? Did you sleep okay?"

"I happen to think she looked rather ethereal waking up," Loki answered with a smirk, making you shift your death stare his way, to which he only answered with a wink in your direction. "Now I do believe you need to get back to your duties, darling. I'll leave you be. Come, brother."

And just when you thought you were finally free of the chaos he was wreaking on your ever beating heart, he turned around as he reached the door to say, "And I'll be more than glad to remind you what day of the week it is should you ever need it again, my darling mortal." Right before closing the door.

A few moments of silence passed between you, Tony, and Steve, with almost matching teasing looks painted on their faces. You broke the deafening quiet. "Not. A fucking. Word."

"Lang--" You glared at the Captain, and he pursed his lips.

"So back to the drive," you continued, trying your hardest to forget about the last few minutes and go about your day.

The next few days went without incident. Mostly because you made sure to not fall asleep at your desk no matter how late you stayed in your office, and you avoided any area frequented by the Avengers such as the common room, the kitchen, the gym, and in the case of the god you were actually actively trying to avoid, the library.

And everything was going fine. Until you ran into Bucky wearing a shirt that said "It's Friday".

"Wait, hold on, what?" you blurted out, shooting your hand up to stop him, too.

"Yes, dollface?" he teased. He was always a big flirt with you, but both of you were on the same page. It was harmless banter and when neither of you were in a mood, you two actually got along quite well.

"Is it really?" You eyed his shirt and then looked back at him.

"Yeah. Happy weekend," he answered, setting your hand down and walking away.

"Strange," you mumbled to yourself. "Could've sworn it's Tuesday."

"What are you murmuring to yourself, Lady Y/N?" You heard Thor boom. You mentally slapped yourself as you realized you'd walked in a daze and found yourself in the path to the training area. "If it's a grocery list for those delicious treats you made a few weeks back, I would gladly accompany you to the store to retrieve them."

"Thor you're never going with me to the store again. Last time you did, I ended up with a second cart full of boxes of Pop Tarts. And no it's not that. I just ran into Bucky and he said the weirdest thing."

"Tell me."

"He said it was Friday. I could've sworn the week just started yesterday…"

"Norns, not again," you heard a voice grumble before your feet left the ground and you were being walked back into the direction of your office. "It's Tuesday, darling Y/N. Don't let Barnes tell you otherwise."

"Dammit Loki put me down I'm perfectly capable of walking with my own damn legs." He only heeded your words when you were back in your office. You huffed, looking up at him. "And how do I know you're not the one lying to me? Isn't that kind of in your title?"

He grasped your chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I may be the God of Lies, but I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word, my precious little mortal." You felt him press the lightest of kisses against your temple before walking away abruptly, you had to ask yourself if you'd imagined the action. It was only when he was out of your line of sight that you noticed the metal-armed super soldier at the end of the hall, snacking on a plum with a teasing smirk on his face.

You took a moment to compose yourself before pointing at him, and his offending shirt, and mouthing, "I'm burning that."

The rest of the week went by relatively quiet, considering the people you worked around, and you were thrilled to be away from the tower for the duration of the weekend. Not once did Loki's words of "I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word." leave your mind. What did he mean by that exactly?

Not even two days of binge-watching your favorite Netflix series and stuffing your face with your favorites from that Italian place across the street from you took your mind off of his words. And your dreams? Don't even start. Your dreams were an endless replay of the day you woke up in his arm. How he held you. How he kept you pressed to his side until you asked him to back away. How his words before he left almost seemed…flirtatious?

Nah. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be. You were mortal, and the god thought himself above everyone else. And while you wouldn't skip a beat and make a quip about being more than willing to be beneath him, there wasn't any way on this or any of those nine realms they always talked about, in this or any other lifetime, that he would ever even consider being with you. He belonged with someone who could be confused as a deity with their beauty, and you…were definitely not that person. Not even in your wildest, most far-fetched dreams.

You shook yourself out of your lamenting as you walked towards your office on Monday morning, your footsteps slowing as you heard the unmistakable voices of the Asgardian brothers coming from inside your work area once again. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but they were the ones in your space, so it was fair play. Right?

"Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance, brother? Do you wish to court her? Haven't you already enough Midgardian women fawning over your very presence, why need you add her to your collection?" you heard the voice you could only compare to silk reverberate through your office walls. He sounded annoyed, though you couldn't determine if it was towards his brother or…something else. Someone else? You, maybe?

"Because she's my friend, and as sharp and brilliant as her mind might be, she tends to lose herself in her works and passions, Loki. She might not even realize that it's Monday today." Mortification set in as you focused on the last bit of Thor's statement. They must think you a special kind of stupid; you sure did. You couldn't even be quick enough to check your phone or your computer for a confirmation on what day of the week it was; it was a wonder why Stark kept you employed, let alone trusted you to handle half the intelligence that he would send your way.

"I will check her residence." The dark-haired god's words held a conviction that dared anybody to challenge him. "I'll make sure she's here. And safe. You need not accompany me, brother."

"No. I've explained the source of my concern. Lady Y/N is my friend. I do not wish to court her, I only wish to make sure that my friend keeps her station, so that someone that I think the world of and only wish to see happy would be able to bask in her presence."

"What are you on about, you oaf?"

"Why are you here to check on Lady Y/N, Loki? You and her are not friends, you've barely spoken two words to her that don't involve you picking her up like what these mortals call a 'rag doll', and whenever she crosses your path you look as if you're boiling in your own flesh. So let me ask you your own question, brother. Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance?"

"I like her!" His voice was so loud it echoed even in the hall outside your office, freezing you in place. "I think her brilliant, and sharp, yes. But I also think her to be radiant. Beautiful. Precious. I see her so at ease with you and the captain and even Barnes, and all I can think of is what I could possibly do so that she could be like that with me. To hear her laugh at something that I uttered for once instead of your absurdities. To have her embrace me as she does all of you. To--"

"You like me?" How you found the stability to walk the remaining steps to your door, you'd never know, but here you were, face to face with the brother gods, one with the happiest goofiest grin on his face, and the other with wide eyes, lacking in his usual confidence and composure. You walked towards him, ignoring the thundering of your heart in your chest, until he was but a foot away from you. "You told me you've only ever spoken the truth with me. Tell me the truth now. Do you?"

"I do," he breathed out.

"Good," you whispered, finally letting yourself break out into a grin, letting your poorly kept poker face drop. "Because I like you, too."

"I knew it," you heard Thor exclaim, just as you heard his footsteps moving towards your door. "I'll leave you two be. Brother. Lady Y/N."

You heard your door close behind you but you couldn't be bothered to check. The only thing going through your mind was: This is a dream. Nobody ever wake me up.

"My darling Y/N," he started, stepping closer to you and encircling your waist lightly with his arms. "Does this mean that I may court you?"

Unable to hold yourself back, you burst into a fit of giggles and threw your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. "Yes. Absolutely."

When you pulled away, he tucked his hand under your chin and leaned in close. "Mine," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours.

Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid

#loki fluff #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki oneshot #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson fluff

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no-where-new-hero · 2 months

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🎲🪐let's GO

Ahhh thank you for these @batrachised!!

What stops you from writing more in your free time? Procrastination!! There’s always tumblr and ig to scroll. But also kind of like…fear? IDK I think about this a lot when I'm writing my OG stuff too because I'm very much trying to tailor my stories to a specific venue and thinking about a concrete audience (a man behind a desk; they're always men) makes me shrink into constant wondering whether he'll like it, whether it's worthwhile to spend my time writing it, and then whether all the worrying is useless and I should just go update my AO3.

Name three good things going on in your life right now. This is a great exercise in gratitude (I always need to do exercises in gratitude): (1) I finally moved out of a rental that sucked ass and am in much better housing now; (2) Spring break has nearly begun (FUCKING HOORAY); (3) I'm doing so much better mentally than I was at this time last year, which is really nice to think about...

I'm a very cyclical person used to hauntings, and occasionally get gripped by old terrors, so I'm glad that's not happening right now. I'm in a place where looking forward is finally freeing, rather than looking back and obsessing about where things went wrong, which is as close to healing is I can get to, I think.

#blake’s last braincell #writing life

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tennessoui · 1 year

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Hi, I know/hope you're still asleep, but in my time zone your birthday has already begun sooooo

✨🎉Happy Birthday🎉✨

I wish you a wonderful day to spend however you like and I just wanted to tell you that you're one of my favourite authors, even though I haven't even come close to reading all of your lovely work (there's so much?? You writing wizard!)

May this day, week, month, year be kind to you, and may it be full of good moments and memories 💕

ahhh !!! Thank you so much 🥰🥰 what a wonderful message to wake up to!!!

also lol the time zones helped you out but also I read this when I woke up and 5 minutes before my mom texted me lol you beat my mom 🥹💙

#asks #thank you !! 💙💙#and thank you for reading and sending me asks I really love your asks 🥰

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crazyblondelife · 3 months

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Living Life in Color

As I’m sitting here writing this post, the sun is streaming through my window and it feels so good! It has been the weirdest, most grey January I remember in years and I’m so glad this month is coming to an end! I know that may sound negative, but I’m really needing some warmth and time outside! Last night, we had a fire in our outdoor fireplace for the first time since Christmas and it felt so good to just be out under the night sky and feel the warmth of the flames. It’s either been to rainy or cold (or on a few occasions…warm) to have a fire and it’s really one of my favorite things to do! After a fun but busy weekend celebrating Bristol’s (our grandson) third birthday, I was ready for a little downtime! I made a delicious shredded Honey-Soy Glazed Chicken in the slow cooker along with coconut rice and we ate outside watching the fire crackle and spark and it was just what I needed!

Ahhh but it’s Monday again and I’m right back at it…going a hundred miles an hour, but at least the sun is shining!

Last week, in an effort to bring a little color to these short grey days and boost my mood, I decided to step out of my (winter) box just a little and I put together this colorful look! It’s funny because it reminded me so much of something my mom would have worn with the exception of the lug sole loafers! She really loved pink and light blue and wore those colors all of the time!

About the look…

So…in addition to what I’m already doing everyday, I’ve have become a Cabi Stylist! I decided to do this because I was buying Cabi every season and each time I wore any of the pieces on social media, people wanted to purchase and it just seemed like an easy transition for me! The clothes this season are so much fun and there are so many pieces that I love! Now, I’m able to wear them and sell them and that’s a win/win for me!

Cabi is such a great company that’s all about women supporting women. They even have a foundation that provides micro loans for women in third world countries and have begun building schools as well! I love knowing that I’m part of a company that wants to give back!

The pink sweater I’m wearing in these pictures totally inspired the outfit (along with my mom) and it’s such a versatile piece! Made of cotton with a v-neck, this sweater will take me into spring and even summer! It’s going to look great with white jeans and so many other things and when the weather gets too warm, I’ll throw it over my shoulders for an accent with a blouse (this sweater is another one of my favorites)! I’m actually wearing a medium in these pictures because it’s the size that came with my sample set, but I really don’t mind that it’s a little oversized. Normally, I would wear an extra small, but if I were to order this, I would probably get a small (just to let you know about sizing)!

Be sure to take a minute to look at the Cabi website to see the full collection and send me an email or comment below if you have any questions about sizing or anything else! I’ve gotten to know the collection pretty well by now!

I paired my pink sweater with wide leg jeans (these are similar), my Gucci lug sole loafers (these are really comfy now but it took a while to break them in), a blue and white striped blouse from Loft and my Tory Burch bag that I purchased in NYC over Christmas! I really love this outfit and got so many compliments all day long!

When I’m out and about taking pictures, it’s fun to have a prop…something to hold because it’s seems more natural than just standing there! I stopped by a local coffee shop close to where we took these photos and got a Mexican Mocha…it was so delicious and has now become my new favorite coffee to order. I also tried my first hot Matcha the other day with honey and lavender syrup…omg it was so tasty! Since it’s been really cold, I’ve been drinking more coffee and have several little coffee shops that I like to stop by depending on which direction I’m going!

I’d love to know how the weather has been where you live? I see people posting in sleeveless dresses from warmer clients and wonder if I need to move to Florida! I do like the seasons, but for some reason this year, I’m just over winter! My thoughts have turned to planting my spring flowers and herbs, Easter and going to the beach! What about you?

I have several new recipes coming your way this week as well as some ideas for Valentine’s Day! I hope you’ve enjoyed this post and I hope you have a great week! Happy Monday!

#Cabi Sweater #Cabi Spring Collection #Colorful Fashion #Outfit idea #Outfit of the Day #Fashion

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smolbeandrabbles · 3 years

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Marshmallow World - Anders Harris x Reader (The Land of Steady Habits)

Holiday Fic Time! 🎅🎄

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: I mean this is technically a Christmas movie anyway, right? 😉

Technically we don’t actually mention Christmas at all in this fic, but I mean... it is Festive Season related.

Honestly, this song is another google search for “songs involving Christmas candy” and like... yeah, this! Basically because my prompt from @sagitariusrising was ‘Do you really need all that candy?” (To which the answer is always yes, by the way.)

Thank you for requesting 💜💙

Disclaimer: TLoSH zip to do with me / not my gifs / not my lyrics

Premise: It’s time for the winter markets and annual light switch on in your little town, and you clearly are a homing beacon for sweet things...

Words: 2635

Warnings: sexual innuendo / sexual connotations / it’s clearly a Christmas market and stuff I just tried to take the Christmas element out of it.

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It's a marshmallow world in the winter, When the snow comes to cover the ground. It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day, I wait for it all year round!

Those are marshmallow clouds being friendly, In the arms of the evergreen trees; And the sun is red like a pumpkin's head, It's shining so your nose won't freeze!

The world is your snowball, see how it grows, That's how it goes, whenever it snows. The world is your snowball just for a song, Get out and roll it along!

It's a yum-yummy world made for sweethearts Take a walk with your favorite girl It's a sugar date, what if spring is late In winter it's a marshmallow world The world is your snowball, see how it grows, That's how it goes, whenever it snows. The world is your snowball just for a song, Get out and roll it along!

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Today was the big annual light switch on in town, and for once there were no cars on the roads. Although that mostly had to do with the fact that instead of the main streets being open, they were covered market stalls and were bustling with people. It was known to be traditionally busy, and you’d stayed the night at Anders’ place - as he was closer - in order to get here early. Not that you did much sleeping. And you still had to set off before the sun came up because it wasn’t just your town that turned up here, and he wasn’t within walking distance of town. You had a nice secret weapon in Preston’s little apartment, which was situated centrally, near the main shopping street, and had spaces out the back. Not many in his block had cars, and he had enquired with his neighbours to secure one for the two of you. So you’d turned up to his place this morning and walked the rest of the way. Despite the lack of sleep - and you would certainly blame your boyfriend for that - you were all in very high spirits. It was chilly, but you were bundled up, and there was something about the cold today… Due to the excitement surrounding the market it just hit a little different. You expected more snow; it had already fallen pretty steadily all week and the weather seemed to suggest it would stay that way. Anders laced his fingers with yours, pulling you closer and drawing your hand into the pocket of his coat. You couldn’t help smiling, even though you weren’t looking at him, and you nudged into his arm playfully, causing him to chuckle.

Preston, who was walking in front of you, turned with a look of feigned disgust: “You two aren’t about to embarrass me again are you!?” “Oh my god, we haven’t even had breakfast and he’s started.” Anders muttered, before rolling his eyes, “No! Could you walk any slower?!” Preston scoffed, “I’m admiring the ambience. Taking in the silence before it gets too busy... Where do you wanna go for breakfast anyway? Geez, we coulda had some at mine. Woulda been cheaper.” “As if you’re paying!” You couldn’t help laughing at their bickering, some things never changed, and for that you were extremely grateful, “First off, it’s tradition-! And I’ll pay, let’s just get out of the cold for a minute…” You’d all been doing this for years - the market was a tradition in town after all - and it was never less exciting than previous iterations. For the past few years, however, you’d had the addition of your boyfriend and his son. There were a few stalls that had become staples, but there were a lot of independent ones that just kept being added to, and you always loved looking at these. A lot of your gifts had started to become more local and to your friends around the world these had become like gold dust. Each year you received multiple texts asking what it was going to be this time, and you always teased them all about it. Now you were with Anders this became even funnier - because stall hopping became a long string of gasps, before he shook his head at you, smiling, ‘Alright, who is this one perfect for!?’ Preston usually hung around with you both for about an hour or so before he graciously took his leave to wander alone. Sometimes you thought he was merely humouring you… sometimes you felt he actually wanted to hang out with you both. So whilst at breakfast you discussed what you were most looking forward to seeing, and what route you were going to take. With the market spread out over most of town you could start and finish the circuit virtually anywhere; and you liked doing different variations of your walk each year - and then revisited stalls where you’d need a little more time to think.

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Sometimes you thought Anders humoured you just as much as Preston did, because he didn’t ever do a lot of shopping here. Although you got the distinct feeling that he came down on another evening to do that - because occasionally you talked about things you liked and you ended up being gifted them. Sometimes you were surprised you hadn’t caught each other in the act, as this was something you did too. But you knew Anders would tell you otherwise; you thought that in reality he just enjoyed your company here and getting in the holiday spirit. After all, of the two of you, who was the one decorating their house to the nines? You always cackled when driving up, because you could literally see his house from blocks away; such a vibrant mass of colour down an otherwise dull street. No-one else made the effort that he did.

This year Anders had hauled you over to help him put them all up (well, Preston was supposed to help too, but he spent most of it sitting around with a beer directing you) and you were in fits of laughter for the whole day. So once the whole damn thing was finally lit up at night, you almost felt sick from how much you were laughing. His son was laughing too, but you felt for different reasons. Anders didn’t really care, he was just happy that you were both joyful, and that things were looking festive. You’d helped him decorate the rest of the house too, and tried to reign him in to being at least a little tasteful about it. “Inside or outside, not both.” “Aw, c’mon Y/N, you gotta do it properly!” “Good god, what are you planning!?” Still, in the end you thought he’d managed it. In fact one of the main reasons that Anders’ house was a little more decorated than yours was the amount of time you were spending here. You’d invited him over for a date and he’d peered around, then looked at you with a frown that said you were insane. “You call this decorating!? This is so SAD!” You were almost tempted to agree with him… As predicted, Preston eventually moved further and further away from the two of you. However, this year you didn’t just let him go, and you and Anders looked to each other with identical smirks. “OI!” Preston stopped, shoulders moving in a cringe before he twisted back to you, “...Yeah?” “Not cool enough for you or something-!?” You had always prided yourself on being the cool one, so that tease was well landed when he practically grimaced. “If you wanna leave just say something!” Anders was a little louder about it and Preston turned red. “Oh my god - guys! What did I say!” He shuffled back over, trying to calm you both down. “Just ask to go!” “C’mon I’m not 12-! I’m not even 17! I have to ask!?” You peered around him, spying a few of his friends kicking around just up the street. That’s probably where he was heading. Anders folded his arms tilting his head, “You’re still my kid.” Preston took a deep breath and sighed, “I know…” That caused your partner to smile gently, “Go on, go enjoy yourself. Just don’t be a stranger okay?” “Okay…” Preston was a little bashful, but gave Anders a hug anyway, “See ya later, dad.” Anders blinked a couple of times but returned the hug gratefully, and you caught that smile of his you knew he’d likely be wearing all day. Preston offered you a hug too, which you gratefully accepted, “Go enjoy yourself with your friends!” “Yeah!” He laughed, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do-!” You gave him a look that might suggest you didn’t know what he was talking about, before Preston gave you a wink and waved you both off. You turned to Anders’ smile and couldn’t help beaming yourself: “If you could see that look on your face.” He laughed and as he looked to you, holding his hand out for yours again, that smile widened and Anders’ blue eyes glittered; “Oh… I know!” *** If there was one theme in all your purchasing this year, it could only have been candy. The food stalls were out of this world and you’d strategically come to them all at lunchtime. Unfortunately you were both eating and buying, and your sweet tooth had taken over. You were glad this was still going to be a good walk-! But the festive candy was just too cute to pass up - and it would be rude for you not to try some, especially when offered. Anders had resisted a little at first, but now was in full swing with you. And every time one of you commented that you were stuffed and probably couldn’t eat another bite, you came across yet another stall. At this point - unsurprisingly - you were on a sugar rush and Anders was groaning and trailing you. You hadn’t made him carry anything, at least he could be grateful for that - but he was pretty sure he knew exactly what you’d be eating over the festive period. “Do you really need all that candy?” At least he said it with a laugh. You turned to him eyes wide, “Uh, yeaaah--!” He looked amused and bit his lip like he was goading you into something but, standing and staring at you laden with bags full of nothing but candy, Anders couldn’t help it: “Oh my god, seriously, are you a child?” You knew exactly what he was saying but, instead of agreeing, you folded your arms and gave him exactly what he wanted: “Says YOU!” “Me?!” Anders placed a hand to his chest, and was smiling even though he was trying to look shocked, “Whatever could you mean-!?!” “It’s the Holiday season Anders! Everyone is entitled to act like a child!” He chuckled, walking towards you, “Exactly, so why are you complaining!?” “I’m not complaining - you’re complaining!” “Mmm…” He tipped his head gently with a squint, “I can complain about your candy consumption if you can complain about my decorating.” You gasped, “Always with the decorating!” “You started it!” The two of you kept staring each other down for a minute, until you realised that you were standing in the middle of the street arguing like children. Upon which you fell into peals of laughter. Eventually you both managed to calm down, and Anders wiped his eyes, taking deep breaths of cold air to stop his voice from wavering with laughter too much. “So, uh, kiss and make up?” You giggled, thinking you might have just graduated from children to teenagers: “I think…” You took a step forward to be nearly toe to toe with him, “that would be wise!” He wound his arms around you as you leaned up into him, your lips to his as you closed your eyes. Suddenly you were glad of all that candy, because it made him taste even sweeter. An amalgamation of sugars and chocolate coated his own familiar taste and you couldn’t help but groan into the kiss. You were surprised Anders didn’t snort at you just for that; but he squeezed you to him a little tighter. You pulled back, eyes closed for a moment just to savour him, opening them again and breathing; “I think there’s sugar still on your lips, should I kiss it off?” Anders smirked as you clung on to his coat, “What, didn’t get enough of a sugar fix?” “From you?” You leant back up into him, smiling, “Hell no!” *** As the evening began to roll in, with renewed excitement in the air, the crowds were drawn further downtown to watch the lighting of the tree and the strings of lights running the length of main street and beyond. You of course had immediately spotted someone roasting marshmallows, and Anders only rolled his eyes. ‘Of course!’ Still at least they tasted good and were of the right consistency, as you pulled him through the crowds to get a good view. “Only you would be able to find another place selling sugary treats!” “I must be honed in!” You grinned. “A sugar radar. Sounds about right-!” You looked back to him with a smile, “I like sweet things. That’s why I’m with you. The radar didn’t lie-!” He couldn’t help turn a shade of pink at that, “Okay, you’ve definitely had too much!” Anders remained beside you and cuddled your body into his as you stood watching the MC do his best to warm up the crowd - for the most part everyone was in good spirits and it worked charmingly. In fact you didn’t think one person didn’t join in with yelling the count down. You’d both spotted Preston - still with his friends - and had waved over, but left him to hang with them. There was a gasp through the crowd and then a cheer as all the lights went on. You couldn’t help but also light up, feeling like a child again. There was just too much wonder and joy about this time of year not to. It always made you excited. Anders smirked, leaning into you, “Bet that’s not the only thing that gets turned on tonight…” You knew that he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist bantering back to his cheekiness: “Well, you can turn me on later.” There was a growl to his voice that proved his point: “Oh… I think I will.” You walked slowly through the streets admiring all the different collections in vibrant colours; there had been some new strings added and the town had clearly got very creative. You thought suddenly about making the trip into NYC to see all the lights there… although somehow you felt this could be better. Especially with the context. When the chill in the air began to settle in, you decided it was about time to call it a night. Finding Preston just to say goodnight and hug goodbye. Although you weren’t exactly hurrying back, despite your joking. And eventually white flakes began to fill the air. Anders paused and blinked before continuing the walk a little slower, watching it begin to stick to the ground. “Oh, what would you know, it’s snowing.” He commented, but realised you weren’t beside him anymore. You had stopped a little way down the street behind him, looking up in wonder at the sky as the flakes began to drift. He walked back to you, slipping his arms around your waist and rested his head on top of yours to watch them fall. “Snow always looks so pretty. And so soft when it’s settled...” “Not as pretty as you.” He mumbled, but smiled himself. “Okay, Mr. Smooth.” You chuckled, “I suppose you want to get me home?” He smirked, “Think that one is your prerogative. But I can certainly warm you up-” “Uh huh!” “-In the car on the way back.” You scoffed, taking his hand back in yours, although neither of you moved, “Maybe we can watch for a few more minutes…” “Then I’ll have to warm you up even more.” You could hear that smirk in his voice as you pushed your head back into his chest, and couldn’t help but smirk yourself. “I mean I really hope you do. First you gotta turn me on... like a Christmas light.” Anders scoffed, “Oh what, like that’s hard?” You bit back your immediate reaction, ‘what’s hard?’, but couldn’t help but snort; “Oh no, I’ve seen you with your own. I think you got this.” “Oh yeah.” He pulled away from you slightly to place a kiss to your neck that made you shiver, “I’m practically a pro.”

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Thank you for requestingggg--!! Thank you for reading! 💕😘

#Anders Harris #The Land of Steady Habits #Anders Hill #Holiday Fic #Linzi Writes #Linzi Writes Requests #Ben Mendelsohn #Preston Harris #ALWAYS put Preston representation in an Anders fic #because I loooove him #201 #Anya #Ahhh... the close out to the year has begun!#Thank you for making me love him again - it got a bit tense but he's back and thats nice #through no fault of his own of course

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harryskalechips · 3 years

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one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;)

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.” Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!”

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms.

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house.

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers.

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.”

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him.

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one.

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward.

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister.

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.” Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting.

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor.

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.”

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all.

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon.

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves.

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual.

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him?

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard.

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you.

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game.

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down.

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her.

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen.

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!” Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs.

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry.

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.”

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink.

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house.

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath.

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.)

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs.

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her?

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door.

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach.

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his-

“What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister.

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other.

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school.

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb.

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him.

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his.

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again.

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off.

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass.

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers.

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation.

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence.

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants.

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance.

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest.

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face.

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.”

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best.

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre.

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again.

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach.

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move.

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him.

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her.

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her.

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her.

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her.

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass.

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out.

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft.

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.”

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock.

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.”

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling.

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home.

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him.

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall.

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed.

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway.

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen.

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother.

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?”

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table.

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one.

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?”

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs.

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder.

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer.

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.”

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up.

“I love you too.”

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday.

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it.

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead.

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms.

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa.

Part deux ici

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Love & Hate, Part II ~ Paul Lahote

Previously titled ‘Whatever It Takes’

Summary: Sick of his life being dictated by the wolf inside, Paul Lahote is determined to keep one choice for himself and never imprint on anyone. But the wolf has different ideas.

Warnings: blood

Word count: 8.3k

Huge thanks to @writing-on-the-wahl and @shieldmaiden-of-gondor!! The two of you are this story’s guardian angels :)

Love & Hate Masterlist

It’d been two weeks, and Paul was no closer to figuring out where the sweet, yet spicy cinnamon sugar-vanilla scent had come from.

He’d tried to follow it outside the house, but as soon as he’d passed Emily’s car in the driveway, it’d disappeared completely, which led him to believe it was something in the house, which didn’t make any sense.

Nothing in the house had changed, and the smell had even started to fade from everything, save his mind. Everywhere he went, he tested the air, hoping to pick up a trace, but it was no use. He’d even begun smelling it in his sleep.

Paul would wake up with images of chasing the smell as fast as his wolf legs could carry him through the forest, but he never reached the origin before he awoke.

It was torture.

As I pulled into my designated parking spot in front of the apartment building, I yawned so widely, my jaw cracked.

Every day for two weeks, I’d run myself ragged trying to crack this vampire mystery, bending over backwards to please Carlisle and spark conversation with him, and yet I was no closer to my goal than I was when I arrived.

To top it all off, apparently sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor was a perfect way to make my knee hurt even more. As if the damn thing needed a reason.

I shoved my car door open, getting onto my feet. Frustration pooled in my chest like scalding lava, and I was beginning to worry about what would happen if I erupted.

I was just about to close the door when I got a sudden sinking feeling, like I’d left the stove on or forgotten my phone at the hospital. I lingered by my car, waiting for the feeling to dissipate, but it didn’t.

I’d feel safer once I got to my apartment and locked the door.

The only streetlight nearby flickered ominously as I limped to the door, pulling my keys from my pocket. I was lifting the keys to unlock the door of the apartment complex when I froze.

Five long, red streaks stood out against the pale yellow paint.

My heart started to race in my chest. Maybe it was clay. Or a dozen ants were smeared against the door. Forks had ants…right?

But the longer I studied the marks, the more certain I became.

It was blood, and judging by the sheen from the nearest streetlight, it hadn’t been there long.

Moving slowly, I dug my hand into my pocket, pulled out my phone and started to type 911 before hesitating.

What were the odds that this blood came from a natural source, like a paper cut or some sort of hiking accident? And what were the odds a nefarious supernatural creature was behind it?

What good would 911 be if it actually was a vampire? Mere mortals wouldn’t be able to help me any more than I could help myself.

I lifted my phone to my ear.

“Ahhh, Y/N!” came Carlisle’s cheery voice. “I didn’t expect you to call this late, but I did say if you had any questions—”

“Carlisle, something’s wrong.”

He must’ve heard something in my voice, because he inhaled sharply. “What’s going on?”

“There’s blood on the door of my apartment building.”

As the words were leaving my mouth, I heard a shuffling sound on the other side of the door, and I froze. If it truly was a vampire on the other side of the door, they’d heard everything so far.

“I’m on my way,” Carlisle said into the phone, and I could hear movement in the background. “Whatever you do, Y/N, don’t go inside, you hear me? Stay on the phone, okay?”

I stayed as still as possible, my heart thundering in my chest, reminding me that I was full of what vampires wanted most.

But I stared at the blood smeared on the door.

Someone was bleeding, most likely in need of medical assistance. I had years of education and practice in healing, and yet here I stood, waiting for someone to come to the rescue. By the time Carlisle showed up, the person could be dead.

Even if the vampire was still there and decided to attack me, help was on the way.

Mustering all my courage, I pushed the door open, holding my cane aloft and ready to use as a weapon as I stepped inside.

A gasping sound reached my ears before I saw him.

The landlord lay in a rapidly growing puddle of blood, his eyes wide and fixed as he held his bloody hands to his neck.

I stumbled over to him, not caring about the blood getting on my pants as I knelt down as best as I could with my bad leg. “I’m here, I’m here, I got you.” He didn’t say anything, nor did his eyes move. “Can you hear me?” When he didn’t react, I noticed that his chest wasn’t moving up and down either.

Desperate now, I pressed my fingers to the bloodied skin of his neck, closing my eyes and praying I could feel a pulse, however faint.

It quickly became clear he’d passed the point of no return.

How long had I lingered outside, stewing in paranoia, terrified for my own life while he lay here alone, the life draining from his body?

I gently pulled his hands away from his neck, and I saw them, plain as day.

Two puncture wounds.

Just then, something creaked behind me, and I whirled around just in time to see the door slowly swinging shut.

Paul sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly fully awake despite being dead asleep moments before. “Jacob!” he said into the darkness.

There was no answer.

“Jacob!” Paul said louder and more urgently.

“What?” came the groggy answer.

“Something’s wrong.” Paul’s eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw Jacob’s form sit up.

“How do you know?” Jacob asked.

Paul switched on the lamp in between their beds, earning a hiss from Jacob as he covered his eyes. “I just know it.”

Jacob’s mouth opened, but before he could say anything, both of their phones rang. Jacob answered his phone while Paul leapt out of bed, already headed towards the door.

“Sam?”

Paul stopped, waiting to hear more. Jacob’s lips pursed, adding to the grim feeling swirling in Paul’s gut. “Got it.” He hung up and got out of bed. “Someone in Forks has been killed. Carlisle wants help investigating.”

Paul threw their bedroom door open. “Time to catch a vampire.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Paul demanded, not bothering to turn back to face Jacob. “Sam can’t go on his own.”

“He won’t, he’s got the rest of the pack, but he wants you and Seth to go to his place and protect Emily.”

“Excuse me?” Paul spun, hitting Jacob with his best incredulous look. “Since when am I a babysitter?”

“Alpha’s orders,” Jacob said, reminding his friend that even if Paul tried to disobey, Sam could very well force him to protect Emily anyway, due to being the alpha.

“Fine,” Paul grumbled. “But if you guys kill the bloodsucker without me, there’s gonna be hell to pay.”

The flashing red and blue lights lit up the night as I sat on the back of an ambulance with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

When Carlisle had arrived, he immediately grabbed my shoulders. “What did you see? Did you see what did this?” His use of the word ‘what’ instead of ‘who’ didn’t escape my notice.

“No,” I said truthfully. “I didn’t see anything.”

Carlisle barely had time to look relieved before the ambulance and two cop cars pulled into the dark parking lot. The EMTs helped me limp out of the apartment building while the cops took it upon themselves to inform the other residents of the building what’d occurred.

I hadn’t planned on getting to know my neighbors at all, but as they came out the other entrance to the building, their prying eyes took in the scene. One of the women already had a phone held to her ear, and her free hand moved like she was casting a spell as she animatedly talked into it.

I imagined all of Forks would know what was happening within the hour.

Carlisle didn’t budge from my side, keeping a reassuring hand on my shoulder. But the chill of his skin seeped through the blanket, reminding me that he wasn’t human.

“I didn’t even know his name,” I mumbled.

Carlisle squeezed my shoulder lightly. “Don’t beat yourself up. You’ve only been in Forks for a few weeks.”

One of the officers came up to me, looking very troubled. “Miss Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“My name’s Charlie Swan, I’m the police chief here in Forks.”

I mastered my expression. Charlie Swan was Bella Swan’s father, and Bella Swan was Carlisle Cullen’s daughter-in-law.

I tried to keep my excitement in check. “I’d shake your hand, but…” I lifted my hands to exhibit the dried blood on them. It didn’t matter if I’d had a job as a phlebotomist when I was putting myself through med-school; the sight of the rusty red blood on my hands was still unnerving.

Blood either belonged inside a body, a blood bag, or a test tube.

Chief Charlie cleared his throat. “I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.” He pulled out a small notepad, flipping it open. “Can you tell me what happened?”

I relayed the story as best as I could, sticking to the facts. I didn’t want to reveal any of my theories about how the landlord ended up bleeding from a neck wound, not yet.

“How much did you know about Daniel?”

My cheeks heated with shame. “I didn’t even know that was his name.” As if they heard me, the EMTs wheeled out the stretcher with the occupied body bag on top. A sinking feeling started curling it’s way around my stomach, and I lowered my gaze to my bloody hands.

“Carlisle. Charlie.”

I glanced over to my right to see a group of shirtless boys gathered beside the ambulance, all looking rather grim. Clearly they had no idea how ridiculous they looked. It was below freezing, and half of them weren’t even wearing shoes.

Yet somehow, not one of them shivered or even had goosebumps.

Carlisle exchanged significant looks with the police chief and the group of boys.

The theater department at Forks High School needed a new instructor, because it was obvious that everyone in the conversation knew about vampires, recognized that Daniel’s death was caused by one, and were trying to keep me from catching on.

What I didn’t understand was why the police chief and the boys knew when they obviously weren’t vampires themselves.

All of the men were exchanging loaded looks, and I got the distinct impression I was no longer wanted in this situation…which, of course, made me deathly curious about what they would say if I wasn’t there.

“Is there a way I can…?” I trailed off, lifting my bloody hands.

“Of course, of course,” Carlisle immediately said. “I’m sure the EMTs will have a way to clean them. Why don’t you go find out?”

How much more obvious could he get?

I shot him a grateful smile before limping around the ambulance. Unfortunately, thanks to the tapping sound my cane made on the asphalt, I couldn’t just stop. So I quickly found the EMT, got a few disinfectant wipes, and turned around, not using my cane as I essentially hopped on my good leg back towards the ambulance.

“What is it even doing here?” I barely heard Chief Charlie say. I strained to hear better.

“I have no idea.” Carlisle sounded defensive.

“Last we heard it was by Discovery Bay,” said a voice I didn’t recognize as Chief Charlie’s or Carlisle’s. One of the shirtless posse? “I can smell the damn thing all over the parking lot, and I have Embry and Jared trying to track it now.”

“Aren’t you lot supposed to be keeping them out altogether?” snapped the chief.

“There’s nothing we can do when we can’t cross the boundary of our territory. The only reason it didn’t finish the job with Daniel is because it was interrupted by Y/N and overheard that Dr. Cullen was on his way.” A shiver pitter-pattered down my spine.

Not only had I been unable to save Daniel, but I’d endangered myself as well.

The authority carried by Carlisle’s calm voice made my ears perk up. “So protecting Y/N needs to be our priority. If she interrupted the vampire, it could be out for vengeance.”

“She can’t stay in her apartment anymore,” the unfamiliar voice said, quiet but firm. “It’s not safe, especially tonight.”

“Agreed.”

“We’ll patrol tonight as well.”

Patrol?

There was a lull in the conversation, and I quickly realized it was time to rejoin them before they got suspicious. I took my cane, purposefully tapping it against the pavement so they’d hear me coming.

They were all already looking in my direction as I turned the corner and rejoined them.

“Y/N, until we catch the wild animal that did this, you can’t stay here,” Carlisle said kindly.

That’s what they were going with? Did they really think that a wild animal attack was a convincing enough reason to keep me from living in my apartment building? Is this the excuse they would give to the other residents of the building?

Or was I the only one being relocated?

Time to sell the loner angle.

I furrowed my brows, pursing my lips. “Are you guys sure?”

“It’s for the best,” Chief Charlie said.

“I don’t really have anywhere else to go…” I lowered my face, as if I was ashamed of my lack of connections.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Carlisle look at the chief and the boys with a sad look, and I felt my spirits lift. Was he going to invite me to stay with his family? Staying at the Cullen house would finally push my plan forward, and it sounded like he was about to walk me in through the front door.

Carlisle looked at the leader of the shirtless guys. “Can she stay with you and Emily?”

I deflated. Of course it couldn’t be that easy. Then, the second part of his question caught my attention.

“Wait, Emily? You’re Emily Uley’s husband?”

The man looked at me for the first time, folding his muscled arms. “That’s right, Emily said she met you last week at the hospital.”

Emily told him about me?

“Wait!” I turned back to Carlisle, pulling on my best kicked-puppy expression. “I don’t know them at all, I-I don’t know if I’ll be safe there. Can’t I just stay with you?”

Carlisle’s expression softened. “You’ll be safe with Sam and Emily. Besides, it’d be great for Emily to have a doctor with a specialization in obstetrics around.”

Shame trickled down my neck like a raw egg. “You’re right,” I said sullenly.

The man turned to the boys behind him. “Embry, escort Y/N back to the house.”

“Take my car,” Carlisle said, tossing the keys to one of the boys, who caught them easily.

With that, he nodded at the doctor and the chief before turning and leading the boys into the darkness.

The boy left behind turned to me. “So you’re the new doc!”

I mustered a smile, and silently hoped the drive wouldn’t take too long.

Paul stalked around Sam and Emily’s house, baring his teeth in frustration. Seth was still young, so it made sense that Sam would keep him out of the action, but Paul had been the beta before the packs merged back together, plus he was the fastest, which was crucial during a vampire hunt.

Of course it wasn’t enough that imprinting stole his friends away; now he was missing out on the action to protect his alpha’s imprint.

Careful, said Sam’s voice in his head. Or I’ll think you don’t like my wife. The alpha’s tone was teasing, but Paul heard the underlying warning.

Sorry, he grunted.

I suppose that’ll have to do. The new doctor’s on her way over.

Paul froze with one paw still off the ground. The cripple? Why?

She was the one that discovered the body.

Paul felt Seth’s cringe and found himself agreeing. The aftermath of a vampire wasn’t pretty no matter who you were, and if you were in a new place, it wasn’t the warmest of welcomes. Is she in danger?

Potentially. The man was still bleeding out when she got there, so the vampire is still hungry.

A growl came from Paul’s throat.

Easy there. Embry’s driving her there to join Seth so you can help us hunt.

Paul’s lips parted into a dark grin. Tell him to hurry.

Paul was so restless when the headlights of a car he didn’t recognize slowed to a stop in the driveway of the house. He waited until he heard the sound of the car door open before running off into the woods.

Rain started to fall as I got out of the car, muddying the dirt road leading up to the quaint log cabin.

I saw the outline of Emily waiting in the threshold of the front door.

“You poor thing.” She folded me into her arms before I could make a face at her pity.

Thankfully, the kettle on the stove started screaming, and she released me, allowing me inside the door.

Once she took the kettle off the stove, she walked over to a pile of folded clothes left on the dining table. “Here,” she said, handing the pile to me. “They might not fit very well, but they’re clean.” She eyed my shirt, and I looked down to see blood on my shirt and my pants. “Why don’t you take a shower? Towels are in the closet right by the bathroom.”

Showering was precarious due to the lack of a handle in the shower. I washed my hair as slowly and carefully as I could, not wanting my obituary to say I slipped and cracked my head open in a stranger’s shower.

Emily’s clothes didn’t fit well at all, but better ill-fitting clothes than bloodstained ones.

I started to put my brace on over the jeans when I noticed dried blood on the outside.

My stomach turned as the image of Daniel, the landlord, lying in a pool of his own blood floated up in my brain, his last breaths echoing in my ears.

He deserved better. I didn’t need to know anything about him to know that.

I could only hope that it wasn’t my mission that put him in danger.

I reached for my cane and saw the blood on the handle. I carried the brace and cane, hopping into the kitchen on my good leg. “Emily, do you have some rubbing alcohol?”

She turned to face me. “What’s up?”

“There’s...uh...some blood…”

Something flickered in her eyes. “Of course. Why don’t you sit at the table, and I’ll get it for you?”

I tried to protest, telling her I could get it myself if she just told me where it was, but she just tsked and pulled one of the chairs out while she got me what I needed.

I knew she was trying to be helpful, and she was most likely right about how important it was for me to rest my knee, but it still nettled me to sit down and let her do something for me.

I wasn’t the best at asking for help nor accepting it.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to take her long to get some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol.

I carefully started wiping down the brace. The infernal thing was nearly impossible to clean, thanks to it’s complexity and intricacy, but it felt good to do something.

I was still scrubbing at the brace when Emily set a pile of blankets on the table and bid me a goodnight.

Paul raced through the darkening woods, aware of the positions of his pack as they methodically combed through the woods.

The smell was getting harder and harder to track the farther away they got from the apartment complex.

The bloodsucker might get away this time, Embry thought, clearly tiring.

No, Paul growled. We have to find it tonight, or it’ll prey on more innocent people!

He felt the surprise of his pack members at his insistence. Everyone wanted the vampire dead, but the pack was sensitive to its limits, which were quickly being reached.

Paul himself didn’t know why he felt so intensely about catching this particular vampire, but the wolf inside was red hot with rage.

So Paul continued to run.

The couch was so small, it was almost impossible to get into a position where my knee didn’t hurt.

And as soon as I did, I couldn’t help the feeling that a pale face would look in one of the windows, a tongue licking lips as the vampire waited to pounce.

Sunrises in Forks were much different than sunrises in Florida. In Florida, the whole sky lit up with beautiful streaks of red, orange, pink, and purple. Here in Forks, the sky was only ever varying shades of gray.

When the gray blanket outside lightened, I heard someone shuffling things around in the kitchen. I got up, sliding my brace on and grabbing my cane from the floor.

“Good morning,” Emily said, her back to me as she pulled a pan out of a cabinet and set it on the stove. “How’d you sleep?”

I leaned against the counter. “Wonderfully, thank you.”

Emily scoffed, peeking over her shoulder. “Liar.”

Embarrassed at being caught, I trained my gaze on the floor. “Regardless, I appreciate you letting me crash on your couch.”

“Anytime. You’re not the first one to crash on that couch, nor will you be the last.”

Then get a more comfortable one, I thought, and then flushed with guilt for thinking it. “Do you need help with something?” I asked, wanting to feel helpful instead.

“Sure! You want to get the pancake mix from the pantry and start on the pancakes?”

Fetching the box, I started to follow the instructions on the side of it. “Is your husband here?”

“Sam? No, he and the others are still out looking.”

“All night?” Wasn’t it a bit dangerous for humans to be out at night trying to hunt down a vampire? What could they possibly do even if they managed to find it? Were the shirtless boys adrenaline junkies? Or rednecks who would take any excuse to try and kill something?

My mind was still unsettled as the boys trooped into the house one by one, still in the same state of undress. I supposed if I were as buff as they were I’d want to exhibit my hard work as well, but weren’t they freezing?

Every last one of them glanced at the brace around my knee, then at the cane leaning against the wall beside me before coughing awkwardly and taking a seat at the table, looking anywhere but at me.

“What a night,” one of them said, breaking the silence, reaching his arms in the air in a stretch.

“Jared,” one of the others hissed, throwing an elbow into his side.

“Hey!” Jared protested. “It was!”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Are Leah and Paul back yet?”

“Naw, they’re still out looking.”

I shook my head as I stirred the bowl of pancake batter. This ‘Paul’ and ‘Leah’ must’ve been more dedicated than the others. I wondered if they were a couple, an image which scared me a bit.

Mr. and Mrs. Redneck, vampire hunters.

Once I finished the batter, I brought it over to Emily. “Can I help with something else?”

Emily just laughed. “I’ve made food for these boys every day for the past few years. I’ve got it down to a science.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pregnant, not incompetent.”

“Still, let me do something.”

Emily relented and allowed me to cook the pancakes.

Finally, about fifteen minutes later, we finished cooking.

“Come and get it!” Emily called, and the boys leapt to their feet, immediately starting to dish up. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the size of the servings the boys were taking. “Take the food out on the porch,” Emily barked. “I just mopped the floor yesterday.”

The boys grumbled, but obediently took their overflowing plates outside.

It was a huge relief to be alone in the house with Emily. I could still just make out the voices of the boys chatting on the patio, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying, so it granted me enough peace.

“Will you dish up plates for Paul and Leah?” Emily asked, and I obliged, picking up two plates and dumping generous helpings of everything on them before leaving them on the counter.

Once again, I was left with nothing to do.

As I started to fret, the front door banged open.

Expecting to see either this Leah or Paul, I was surprised when it was Sam. “Hey baby,” he said sweetly, walking over to Emily and showering kisses on her face as she giggled.

It quickly became awkward for me, so I started limping down the hallway towards the bathroom, noticing that I could hear the boys much better due to the window that was slightly open.

I was going to walk past, honestly. But then I froze when I heard the word of the month.

“…stupid vampire?”

I strained to hear more, but just then, Emily’s voice started talking from the kitchen, making it impossible to hear anything. I stayed, trying to hear anything at all, but the boys had finished talking, and Emily had just started.

I balled my free fist in frustration and continued to the bathroom.

Paul sat down heavily on the porch steps as the pack compared notes. They’d all found the vampire stench easily enough, but the trail had gone cold somewhere through the woods on the east side of Forks.

“No sign of that stupid vampire?” Jared asked.

Paul shook his head, and the boys all frowned before returning to their food. Paul was about to ask the others where Sam was when a strange prickle started on the back of his neck, like a dozen spiders crawling up his spine and into his hair. The prickling increased, and Paul swatted his neck, trying to stop it, but he didn’t feel anything other than his skin.

Jared gave Paul an odd look. “Is Leah still out patrolling?”

“Yeah,” Paul said. “Where’s Sam?”

The question had barely come out of his mouth when the front door opened, and Sam and Emily came through, Emily holding a big plate of food out to Paul.

“Emily, you’re an angel,” Paul said, reaching out to take the plate.

But then he caught a whiff of that smell.

Sugary cinnamon mixed with spicy vanilla.

He leapt to his feet before he could even decide to.

The smell was coming from inside, stronger than ever. Paul strode past Emily, throwing the front door open and jogging inside, breathing in deeply before chasing the scent into the kitchen.

It was definitely stronger now than it’d ever been, and it felt like ants were crawling all over his insides while his head turned into a beehive full of buzzing.

“What on earth are you doing?” He turned around to see Sam who’d followed him inside, wearing a concerned look on his face.

“You don’t smell that?” Paul sniffed again, following the smell close to the griddle where Emily had made the pancakes.

“Is it the vampire?”

Paul shut his eyes, wishing more than anything that the smell would just go away. Pulling on a chagrined smile, he faced the alpha again. “No, sorry, I, uh…I’m just tired, ignore me.”

Sam looked at him warily. “Well, come back outside. We don’t want the doctor to overhear.”

Paul ducked his head and rejoined the pack, his cheeks flaming. Shaking his head a bit, he mustered a swagger, smirking confidently as if the irksome smell wasn’t growing stronger by the minute.

“Paul’s already done with his food,” Emily said, chuckling, as I came in, glancing out the window.

“Paul’s here?” I asked, moving to stand beside her, curious to see the next member of this very odd group.

‘Paul’ sported the same height and muscle as the others. The same warm hue of his skin, the dark color of his hair, and the same strange, tribal tattoo on his arm.

But there was a trouble-making grin on his face I hadn’t seen on any of the others, a look that spoke of a deep confidence that stuck out to me.

I rolled my eyes.

Even if Paul looked like Puck from A Midsummer Night’s Dream (if Puck had spent the last 400 years in the gym), I’d seen that smirk many times in my lifetime, on the arrogant doctors and ignorant patients that underestimated me at every turn.

I had no use for people who wore that kind of smirk.

I turned away from the window. “Can I load the dishwasher or something?”

“Sure!” Emily stepped aside as she started a second batch of bacon, giving me room.

The nice thing about loading the dishwasher was I could keep all my weight on my good leg, hopping if something was out of reach, and leave my cane leaning up against the counter. Having the use of both hands would make the work go much faster.

Truth was, the task gave me a peace of mind, just like my job did. After everything that happened, I was secretly dying to go back to work, especially if I was going to put the pressure on Carlisle to get some more information for my mission.

I was in the middle of rinsing a pan when I heard the door open.

Paul couldn’t believe it.

He’d only come in to dish up a second helping, and he caught sight of the woman in the kitchen standing with her back to him, rinsing something under the running water.

It was as if thunder rang out, shaking the ground beneath his feet, and a second later, lightning coursed through him. His world shrank to just her, and yet, somehow, his world was bigger than it’d ever been before. There was a sudden tug in his gut, like the woman was on the other end of a bungee cord that was pulling him closer.

His head swam, and he had to brace a hand against the doorframe.

Of course.

Everything made sense.

The smell, the odd prickling, the random waking up in the middle of the night.

The wolf burrowed deep within him let out a contented sigh. It’s her, it whispered. She’s the one. The wolf began straining to get closer, closer, closer.

Paul knew he was probably being creepy, lingering in the doorway and staring at the woman, but he couldn’t make himself turn around, or indeed, look away from the back of the woman’s head at all.

All he could do was try and fail to prepare himself for what was about to happen.

Like she’d heard his thoughts, the woman turned around, and he got her first look at her face.

The clerk at Thriftway was incorrect: she wasn’t just pretty, she was exquisite.

Everything was just right. The right nose, the right body shape, the right hair color and length, even her lips were perfect in a way he hadn’t known lips could be perfect.

But it went deeper than that.

Her skin tone was exactly like the girl he’d had a crush on in high school, her nose just the same as his first celebrity crush, and, worst of all, the exact same shade of hair as Eve.

Was the wolf responsible for every subconscious urge Paul had? Had the wolf just been searching for her all his life, shuffling through women in the effort to find the right one?

Paul was near hyperventilating as she met his gaze.

It was her eyes that were completely different from anything he’d ever seen before.

They were fierce, piercing him from all the way across the room, shattering his walls like glass.

He let out a shuddering breath, wishing he could close his eyes and stop breathing for a moment without her eyes boring into him and her scent overwhelming him, but he knew there could be no such thing as ‘without her’ ever again.

He was doomed.

“You must be Paul,” she said melodiously. The sound of his name from those lips was too much.

Without a word, Paul turned away, heading right back out the door.

The pack looked up from their conversation to look at him. He must’ve been wearing quite the expression, because they all stared at him.

“Paul?” Jacob asked, getting to his feet. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s her,” Paul warbled.

Jacob looked confused, but Paul just staggered down the steps and away from the house as fast as he could. He tried to shift, but the wolf wouldn’t come out, not to aid him in gaining distance from her. The tugging on his gut was unrelenting. His body was begging him to turn around and go back, to grovel at the woman’s feet and then get her whatever she needed, to go to the ends of the earth to keep her safe.

Fury exploded in him, and he grabbed the nearest rock, flinging it as far into the woods as he could, praying the feelings would go with it.

They didn’t budge.

“Paul?” he heard the alpha ask. The single word uttered from the alpha wasn’t enough to stop the turmoil.

Without her, nothing will ever be enough, the wolf whispered. Enraged, Paul ran at the nearest tree, his fingers tearing at the bark to replace the feelings with something, anything.

“Paul, stop!”

Paul growled at the use of a command, but stopped, turning around to face the house. Behind the alpha, the rest of the pack had risen to their feet, looking terrified, but it’d seemed to dawn on Sam.

“Boys, go inside,” he told the pack. “Let me deal with this.” Once the door had shut, and the pack was inside, Sam came closer. “Did you imprint?” he asked gently.

But Paul didn’t want gentle. He aimed a kick at the roots of the tree, hating everything in the world.

“Look,” Sam sighed, “I know it’s overwhelming, but trust me, man, the first impression goes a long way.”

Paul’s breathing was too quick. “Are you ordering me to go back in there and talk to her?”

“No, of course, not, but—”

“Then I’m going home.”

“She’s not safe, the vampire could be after her.”

“Good riddance.”

“You don’t mean that.” There was a hidden forewarning in Sam’s voice, but Paul was far past caring.

“Yes, I do.”

“You have a responsibility to her now.”

Paul growled, directing all his scorn to his alpha. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and the blood sucker will find her and drink her dry and save me the bother of having to deal with her!” The wolf inside let out a whine of protest at his harsh words.

Sam glared at Paul. “Watch yourself.”

“Why should I?!” Paul threw his hands in the air. “I didn’t choose this life, and I sure as hell didn’t choose her.” He turned back to the woods, breaking into a jog.

“Her name’s Y/N,” Sam called.

Paul stopped dead in his tracks, the name echoing through his mind.

Y/N.

Damn his alpha for knowing how to hit him where it hurt. Only someone who’d imprinted could know that her name was the answer to every question he’d never known enough to ask.

Paul reeled away from the sharp pain in his chest, trying once more to shift, but the wolf refused.

So he just turned around and ran as fast as his human legs could carry him.

Turns out, his human legs got tired much faster than his wolf legs, so the plan changed.

Paul booked it to his and Jacob’s cabin, slamming the door after himself.

He panted, somehow entirely unable to catch his breath, like she had punctured a hole in his lung as she’d ripped his heart out of his chest.

He couldn’t even think her name to himself.

Paul sat in the dining room of his cabin, glaring at the surface of the table he’d built from scratch.

He felt antsy and wished he could go for a run, but the pack telepathy took up too much space in his mind. Having to deal with his own feelings and thoughts annoyed him enough. Dealing with the boys’ frustration over him dismissing something they considered sacred would drive him crazy, and he didn’t have the bandwidth for that right now.

The front door opened, and Sam stepped through, taking a seat beside him.

What the alpha was waiting for, Paul didn’t know. An apology? A declaration of love?

“I’m not in the mood for a lecture,” Paul warned Sam. “I don’t want to hear about how she’s my responsibility because she’s my supposed soulmate.”

“If you know what I’m going to say, do I even need to say it?” Sam looked strangely sympathetic. “I imagine the wolf is putting you through the ringer anyways.” The wolf inside Paul let out a growl that sent a particularly nasty jolt of pain ripping through his chest.

“I asked Emily to keep her at the house while we try and figure out when to tell her.”

Paul kept his face guarded, as if the wolf hadn’t just let out a big sigh of relief to know she was safe. “Tell her what?” he asked.

Confusion crossed Sam’s face. “You know…everything. Wolves and vampires and imprinting.”

Paul pursed his lips, trying to wrestle the wolf into submission. But he knew better than anyone that wolves didn’t submit easily. Thank goodness Paul still had control of his own mouth. “Why on earth would we tell her?”

Sam’s shocked look didn’t make Paul feel any better. “You don’t even want to tell her?”

“I don’t need to deal with all her feelings about this.”

Sam sighed, getting to his feet. “We’ll argue this later. Join patrol when you’re ready. We still have a vampire to catch.”

Paul let out a long breath as the front door closed after Sam.

He’d experienced the feelings the members of his pack had for their imprints, but he still hadn’t expected it to hurt this much. It felt like he was being forced through a door a fifth of his size, and no matter how hard he pushed, he went nowhere.

Then, an idea occurred to him, and he got to his feet.

He knew what to do next.

I shifted in my chair, feeling awkward. After Paul had so rudely left without acknowledging me, Emily and I had sat down at the table to eat our own breakfast.

Which was when the group of boys trooped in, staring at me with a wide variation of emotions. One grinned, looking downright thrilled while another bit his lip in apprehension. A third one stared at the door, shaking his head, like he couldn’t wrap his mind around something.

“Y/N,” Emily said airily, “I think your clothes have finished in the dryer by now. Why don’t you go and change?”

I got the distinct impression that she was trying to remove me from the group. As unnerving as their stares were, I didn’t appreciate being sent away.

I retrieved the clothes and quickly closed the laundry room door. I wanted to hear what the pack and Emily were going to talk about, so I started changing as quickly as I could, taking off my brace to step out of my borrowed pair of pants and stepping into my own.

I lifted my bad knee up, preparing to pull the pant leg over it, but in my rush, I didn’t look at where the knee was going.

My knee collided with the doorknob, and excruciating pain burst through the joint.

I let out a pained gasp, tears springing to my eyes before I squeezed them shut, trying to breathe through it and letting out gasping noises.

I sat down heavily on the floor, one hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds, the other over my left knee.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Getting up, I slowly and carefully finished changing. Pangs still ran up my knee. I knew it would be aching for a long time, a brutal reminder of my own limits.

Nothing was more humbling than pain.

The intensity of it brought me back to being a patient in the hospital after my accident, where I couldn’t even get myself to the toilet without help. I couldn’t walk down the hallway like the other patients. I’d spent day after day laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling while the doctors tried to figure out how to save my knee.

It took me a long time to shove my emotions down and open up the laundry room door.

It took me twice as long to limp back to the kitchen. Sam stood beside the front door, looking tense with his hands stuffed inside his pockets.“Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Mr. Uley,” I straightened. “I haven’t gotten the opportunity to thank you for letting me crash here.”

“It’s no trouble at all.” He wrung his hands, an oddly nervous gesture for someone I’d only ever seen confident. “We want you to feel welcome here, and that wild animal wasn’t the best welcoming committee.”

Hmmmm.

I smiled sadly. “No, it wasn’t, was it?” We stood there for a moment. Sam clearly felt the weight of Daniel’s death, which didn’t make sense. What could Sam have done? “Have you caught the beast yet?”

“Not yet, but we won’t rest until we do,” Sam promised, and I believed him.

I’d barely seen Sam at home for more than a few hours since I’d started staying here. I felt a bit guilty for being indirectly responsible for why he wasn’t spending more time at home with his pregnant wife.

“I appreciate you and the other boys.” I smiled again, though it was more like a grimace, and made a show of awkwardly scratching my neck. “It’s nice to know that people ‘round here care about newcomers.”

“Really, whatever you need.” Sam hesitated a bit before adding: “You’re one of us now.”

It was an unusual thing for him to say to a stranger, but I couldn’t doubt the sincerity in his face.

Were people on the reservation just more friendly than the people in Forks?

Somehow I doubted it.

Either way, Sam headed towards the door, looking over his shoulder at me once before leaving the house.

“That was strange,” I muttered.

Emily waved away the sentiment. “Don’t worry about it, boys are weird. I’m married to one, and I still don’t understand them.”

I limped over to my bag. My knee was still hurting, and I knew from experience that Tylenol or Advil wouldn’t make a dent. The only thing that had ever worked was numbing cream. Numbing cream I could ask Carlisle for and have a window of opportunity for a conversation.

“Now, what would you like to do today?” Emily asked. “We could bake, garden, walk down to the beach—“

“I have to go to work.”

The amiable look on Emily’s face warped into something urgent. “You shouldn’t go to work today, you had a scary experience last night. I’m sure Dr. Cullen would understand—”

“Emily, I truly do appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I can’t miss work. Besides, I still have to give Carlisle back his car, and get my own.”

“But it’s not safe,” she insisted.

I paused. “Why wouldn’t it be safe? A wild animal isn’t going to go anywhere near a hospital.” Emily opened her mouth and then shut it. I waited for her to say something to confirm that no one really thought it was a wild animal, but she just pursed her lips. “I’ll be in a hospital full of people.” I picked up my bag from the spot beside the couch. “I’ll come back here after I pick up some of my clothes.”

“But…”

I ignored Emily, heading for the door. “I’ll see you tonight!”

“Wait!” Emily called, but I didn’t stop.

As I pulled out of the driveway, through the window, I saw Emily lifting her phone to her ear.

What a strange group of people.

Paul banged on the door, breathing heavily.

Please be home, please be home, please be home.

His heart soared as the door opened, and Eve blinked at him, looking more than a little confused. “Paul? What on earth are you doing here? It’s almost dark.”

Paul stepped towards her, reaching out to pull her closer to him and causing Eve’s eyes to go wide with surprise. For a moment, he worried he was being too forthcoming, but then a smirk started on Eve’s face, and she leaned in.

Paul was no stranger to pain. Werewolves got scraped, broke bones, and faced death often. It was just part of the job description.

But as Eve kissed him?

An atom bomb of agony exploded in his chest. It felt like bits of shrapnel were flying around in his chest as the wolf screamed for Paul to pull away.

Despite it all, Paul only kissed Eve harder, which she seemed to like. She let out a sound of satisfaction that normally would’ve made Paul’s toes curl. But when he pulled away to gaze into Eve’s face, for a moment, he didn’t see her half-closed eyes.

He saw Y/N’s.

The fierce windows into Y/N’s soul that had showed him so much ferocity in one single moment.

The wolf inside let out a pained squeak, shuffling discontentedly somewhere in his gut. Paul shoved the wolf aside, trying to ignore it as he leaned back in to kiss Eve. He ran his fingers through Eve’s hair…

…the hair that looked exactly like Y/N’s.

A stabbing pain shot through Paul’s side, sharp enough to make him break the kiss and double over. “Urk!” he groaned.

“Are you drunk?” Eve asked, sounding very annoyed. He knew why she was asking—he’d been drunk the last time he’d kissed her.

At any rate, he couldn’t muster up an answer, pressing his hand against his ribcage in an attempt to shrink the pain a little bit.

“Of course you are.” She scoffed. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.” Paul felt strangely breathless.

No! the wolf screamed, but Paul clamped down on its snout, not allowing it an inch of territory.

The wolf wasn’t in charge.

Paul was.

So he pulled Eve closer again, and she didn’t protest.

I sucked in a breath as Carlisle poked and prodded at my knee. His face was tense, but I kept watching it, because if I was focused on the way his brows furrowed, I didn’t have to think about how overwhelming it was to let him look at my knee.

He was the first person since my stay in the hospital to see the scars, and the only reason I could let him look at it now was because he was a doctor and it could further my mission.

“How hard did you hit it? How much pain are you in?”

I shook my head, not wanting to answer the questions. “I’ll be fine if I can just get some of that numbing cream.”

Carlisle’s eyes narrowed slightly, and I knew he was debating whether or not to believe me. “How are you doing? With the wild animal encounter last night?”

I paused, wondering what to say.

How are you doing? was the most common question I’d gotten after my accident. Normally it was accompanied with sad eyes, platitudes, and offers to bring over lasagna, as if my injury somehow affected my ability to cook for myself. I learned that saying ‘I’m fine’ was the only way to get people to stop treating me like a charity case.

But, today, the sad eyes might actually work in my favor.

“You know, it hasn’t been an easy day, but I’m just hoping that they’ll find the wild animal and I’ll be safe again.”

He nodded understandingly. “If you run into anything else strange, you should give me a call.”

Why was it that Carlisle was clearly taking responsibility for me and yet he still kept me at arms length? “I promise I will.” Carlisle got to his feet, turning to go to the door. “I really do appreciate you!” I said desperately, trying to get him to stay. “It’s lonely to move all across the country, but having you has made it so much easier.”

Carlisle smiled. “As for the numbing cream,” he said, “I’ll go get it for you right now, okay? That way you can go back to Sam and Emily’s.”

Heart sinking, I watched him return to his own office across the hall before shutting my office door with a big sigh.

Trying to move closer to Carlisle today had been a wash, and now I didn’t even get to stay in my own space after retrieving some clothes.

As I walked down the hallway after getting the cream from Carlisle, I could’ve sworn I heard footsteps behind me, but when I looked, I didn’t see a trace of anything. Would a vampire even be able to sneak into a hospital? I doubted it; there was someone at every entrance, ready to check patients in or direct them to where they needed to go.

Nonetheless, I held my bag and my cane tightly as I hobbled out of the sliding doors and into the parking lot.

Wishing my knee would allow me to run, I just hurried, bringing out the can of pepper spray from my jacket pocket. Would pepper spray even affect a vampire? Or would it just make it angry?

My ears caught the sound of shuffling, but when I surveyed my surroundings, I didn’t see anyone in the weak light from the streetlights. Maybe it was just my own paranoia.

Remembering what Carlisle had said, I reached into my pocket with my unsteady left hand for my phone, pulling up his contact. Even if I was making it all up in my head, at least he could stay on the phone with me until I made it to my car.

As I looked down at the phone in my hand, something struck the back of my head.

I never stood a chance.

My vision went dark before I even hit the ground.

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snoopdoodle · 3 years

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snow storm

platonic!ranboo x male!reader

pronouns: he/they

summary: Y/N was an admin on the dreamsmp. They had not wanted to play any part in what was happening around him, not liking the attention that would be given to them. He had made a little cottage further away, in his own little plot, a neutral area in a fitting tundra biome, on their own. Until one day when an enderman-like 16 year old comes around, searching for a good cave without Technoblade and Philza, and not expecting to find a god in a cottage after a snow storm picks up.

SO! I will say that for this one-shot/story, the reader has 4 wings on their back, and keeps their height at around 10’4. They have the ability to change heights, but for this, I wanted to make it so they had intimidation. As a god/admin, the reader already knows Dream, DreamXD, and Philza. Philza spoke to Y/N before, and he would say that they are on the border of friends- ANyway, continue. :)

The winged person looked around. The shine of the morning sun bounced off of the trees in the dense spruce tundra. The sets of wings fluttered on the Admin’s back as he plucked the carrots from the ground. The basket that had been holding got heavier with every crop put in. There was enough food in this 12 x 23 crop bed to last for years. And it did. The god was at the ripe age of 12, 914, which in a god’s case, was pretty fucking old. Yet, the admin still had the face of a 24 year old. A slight stubble appeared on his chin, which he would have to shave later. The snow had begun to pick up, and the temperature had decreased a bit more. A storm was brewing around him, and they didn’t want to have to get caught in the rapid-growing cold any longer.

The god had used one of his wings to block his face, and the other 3 to wrap around himself to preserve heat. Y/N walked up to the entrance of the house, ducking down when he made it into the 9-foot-tall door frame. They walked inside the cottage immediately taking in the heat. Hey, you might be wondering, ‘Why doesn’t Y/N just use their powers to make himself warmer?’ You then might think, ‘That’s not how his powers work, probably.’ Well, I hate to break it to ya, but they can exactly do that. And no, they aren’t too lazy to do it, and no, they know how to. It’s just that he doesn’t. They had been living in a “survival” set mind for so long that he just doesn't see the need to anymore. Sitting down on the large leather chair they made, he heaved a sigh.

His wings scrunched uncomfortably behind him. He chuckled a bit as he felt a touch to his wings. “Hello there, chat,” He greeted the shadow-like figure. They were about 5’5 in height, happily preening their wings. That was a figure that had many different voices. All telling him to do different things. Some asked to go mining, some asked if they could feel the crops, others wanted to sleep, and his favorites were the ones who begged to feed the farm animals. He laughed again, as Chat had pulled a wing, tickling them. A knock interrupted his thoughts and laughter.

“Hello?” A muffled voice came through the thick dark-oak door. Y/N put on a stoic face, nodding for chat to hide in their room. Chat nodded and ran off. Another knock came as Y/N stood on their feet. They grabbed an enchanted netherite axe and walked over to the door. “H-Hello? Is someone there…?” The same voice came again, this time fear laced in every word. Y/N realized that this was the voice of a child now. He put down his weapon and opened the door, only to be met with a half and half person. Their eyes were heterochromic, one a deep red and the other was a forest green. The boy looked up after begging startled by the door opening, only to be met with a 4 winged person who rivaled his height. “Come in,” Y/N spoke, with a caring tone, ushering the boy in, knowing full well why he needed to get inside.

“Th-Thanks,” The boy stuttered due to the chattering of his teeth. Y/N found this fatherly instinct that he decided to put to use, wrapping the boy in a blanket that was on the end of the couch and starting up a fire. His wings fluttered with delight at the boy’s smile. “I’m Y/N.” They started simply before jogging into the kitchen. “Stay there!” He yelled from the other side of the room, “ I’ll make you some warm food!” The half enderman nodded, even though it went unseen. He began to scooch closer to the fire that the stranger had put on ever-so-kindly for him. He smiled and pulled out his memory book, nerves still on high alert as he saw weapons hanging on the wall and one on the ground by the door.

‘A person by the name of Y/N let me in their home during the snowstorm. They have 4 wings, pretty (color) hair and (color) eyes. They seem nice, but I still should be weary as of right now.

-8:24pm’

He closed the book as soon as the ink dried and put the bok back into his inventory. Y/N had walked in right as he put the book up.

“AH, good, you’re heating up. Anyway, there is some steak. It warmed it up in one of my furnaces, but if you don’t want it, it’s fine.” Y/N gave a soft smile, still trying to keep their stoic face on. The boy smiled back but it was strained due to the cold. Y/N took a few steps towards the boy, still not trying to scare him. He seemed to realize this, but stood still. They walked over to him and sat a few blocks away, the heat of the fire radiating off the wood. The enderman stood still, not knowing what to do. "I’m sorry to sound rude, but do you think you could give me your name?” He asked kindly. The younger nodded his head a tad bit. Y/N decided to sit down.“My n-name is Ranboo.” He spoke, teeth still chattering a tad. The man smiled and knocked on the floor twice, telling chat it would be ok to come back out. "Alright then Ranboo, We'll wait for the storm to pass and I'll help you get home after, sound good?" Ranboo smiled, looking at the man again. "Yeah, sounds great."

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tinyjeanmarco · 3 years

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modern marco relationship hc’s!

note: gosh, it took me forever to get around to writing these, LOL. my user literally has marco’s name in it but i haven’t written anything about him yet. these are modern so that my boy isn’t dead. (✿◡‿◡) i hope you enjoy! ♡

marco x gn!reader

warnings: none.

marco is the adorable, soft, boy next door type of guy. the “yes sir, i will have them back home by nine!” kind of boy.

you started dating him in your senior year of high school after jean introduced him to you.

marco had moved recently into the area, and was the new kid at your school. he was super charming and a lot of people had a crush on him when they first met him, regardless of how nerdy he was.

while he was charming and outgoing, he was also pretty shy which made him more appealing.

after you had seen him around the school for the first few times, jean introduced you two, saying that he and marco had gotten along immediately after meeting, and he wanted you to get to know him as well.

after a few weeks of hanging out with marco and getting closer and closer to him.

he had begun to develop a crush on you, so he decided that he would just go for it and ask you out, to which you readily agreed.

marco and you had continued dating after graduating and even went to the same uni, getting your own apartment together after your first year.

again, marco is the softest boy ever. he is absolutely adorable and will treat you like royalty.

he’s an absolute mama’s boy, too, and she taught him to treat everyone he loves with compassion, hence why he treats you so well.

he has a tendency to buy you things that remind him of you. he’ll be out shopping and see some cute stuffed animal and be like, “this reminds me of (y/n)! i have to get it for them.”

he will always greet you with a hug and a kiss when he comes home, or when you come home.

he loves showing affection to you in any way possible, and will always try to tell you how much he loves you.

he gets unbearably shy and soft when he tells you he loves you, blush covering his freckled cheeks. sometimes he tumbles over his words and gets more nervous.

he’s just SO SMITTEN, you make this tiny boy nervous!

you just return his words of endearment and press soft kisses to his face.

marco is the type of boyfie who will call you like really domestic, married couple kinds of pet names. expect a honey, darling, or sweetheart all the time.

marco would also be super into like matching couple looks. he finds it super cute and sweet to wear the same clothes and hold hands in public.

speaking of holding hands? never even try to let go of his hand when he’s holding yours. he will be so pouty and not stop dramatically sighing until you hold his hand again.

will be all smiles and sunshine when you’ve got your hands entwined though!

it’s so comforting and reassuring to him when he has you close, holding his hand.

marco will always kiss you on the top of your head or on your forehead.

as he is ever the gentleman, he will also kiss your knuckles all the time. he loves how romantic and special it feels because no one really does that.

also loves pulling out your chair for you and pushing you in when you go out to eat somewhere!

i personally hc marco as a music major of some sort. i think music therapy would be suiting for him, tbh, so i hc him as a music therapy major.

he just looks like he would be a good singer, and good with music, okay?

i think he would be pretty good at singing, and also would play a few instruments.

he would definitely play the guitar and piano. for fun, he picked up the ocarina and he has a ukulele for the hell of it.

when you’re struggling to fall asleep, he will sing to you and you’ll be asleep almost instantly.

he sometimes writes little songs for you on the guitar or piano that he’ll play for you. if he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll write something silly on the uke and play that for you instead.

the ocarina was honestly a joke at first. jean got him into the legend of zelda games and he’s like “hmm i bet i could learn to play one of those...”

so he ORDERED ONE and then wouldn’t stop playing it? so while it’s not horribly complicated, he picked it up extremely quickly and is very good at it.

fun for times where you go on little adventures or walks in wooded areas and he takes an ocarina he has on a necklace so that he can play you some impromptu tunes on it while you guys relax.

he would also love to teach you how to play any instrument if you were to ask him.

he gets so excited about it, ready to put together full on lessons in order to teach you.

just imagine him sitting down on the piano bench next to you, softly telling you where to put your hands, explaining the keys and being so GENTLE when you mess up.

“remember your hand placements, babe!” and he smiles all cute.

back to the music therapy though, he would try to use that when you’re feeling sad and down.

he would be the best boyfriend when you’re upset, albeit a little annoying, but very good to you.

he would always be helicoptering, unintentionally giving you no space if you needed it.

please don’t yell at him for it though, he’s trying his best to make you feel better and genuinely doesn’t know better. he might cry if you get angry with him. just ask him kindly for time alone.

but when you are not in need of alone time, he will try to help the sadness go away.

whips out some of his music therapy knowledge.

he will sit down with you, talking to you about music that makes you happy and sad, making you think about why that is, and then make a playlist of music that inspires happiness.*

outside off all his music therapy techniques, he will be someone you can lean on and just vent to, letting out all your feelings to him.

he tries his best to be a strong pillar of support for you to lean on.

now, when marco is stressed out, he tends to not notice and needs you to pull him aside to take care of him.

he always overworks himself and just,, doesn’t stop. please pry him away from his work so that he can eat properly and get hydrated.

also give him head scratches when he’s stressed, he will turn into putty. the gently scratching on his scalp almost forces his eyes closed with how good it feels.

nap time with marco is so fun, he likes mountains of blankets covering you two with your bodies entwined beneath them.

cuddling is also so fun because he likes when you guys just like, lay on top of each other.

when you cuddle, he likes holding your hands and pressing kisses to anywhere he can reach on you.

ahhh, kissing him is so sweet, he would never kiss you or even make out with intentions of going beyond just kissing.

his hands always stay above the belt, and he’s honestly so shy and afraid of touching you too intimately.

if you want him to have his hand on your thigh? you’re gonna have to tell him you like that and that you want him to do it more, otherwise he will refrain from doing so.

“marco, you know you can like, put your hands on my hips and thighs, right?” and BLESS this boy, his cheeks would heat up, freckles floating in a sea of pink as he averts his gaze from yours, all shy.

“but i, i just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel obligated to do anything.” the literal embodiment of 👉👈.

on the topic of shy, respectful marco, he would ALWAYS ask for a kiss, even after like dating for five years or even being married. he just wants to be sure that you want it!

he would never want you to feel as if he’s forcing himself on you.

marco also gets really awkward and flustered when flirting with you.

if you sit on his lap, it’s his favorite thing. he goes as red as a tomato, but he loves the closeness of the gesture.

same goes for if you pull him onto your lap. the baby will be so, SO flustered, but love every second of it.

he’s the type to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while cuddling, or the back of your neck when spooning and he’s the big spoon.

overall, marco is the bestest boyfie, always making sure you’re comfortable and feeling loved. please return the gesture and make sure he feels loved! ♡

* - this is something that someone i know has personally experienced with music therapy!

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vakarians-babe · 2 years

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Niamh+Adam+Fluff 🥺 feeling their pulse 🥺🥺

AHHH ok so this is borderline. Angst. But I was thinking about That Scene in Book 2 after the mirror and I got a little carried away.

Send me a writing prompt for a ship 💗

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It is hard, so hard, for Adam to hear, to think, to function, to process anything in his world outside of the gentle thrum of her pulse that runs through her fingertips, her palm. It consumes him, drowns all else out in a way he had never thought possible. In this hall of mirrors, she is so present, so alive, and the beating of her heart is a reminder, a relief, almost an ecstasy. It is so different from the visions that are even now still receding from the edges of his mind, the flames and the pain and the ripping feeling of his own screams. It is a comfort. It is everything.

Even as he feels her pulse through her hands as they cradle his face, it takes him time to see her, to hear her. There is a fog over his vision, and he is caught only in the rhythmic rushing of her heart. But when she hesitates, moves a hand to hover over his own heart, presses firmly against his chest, it’s as though his own blood has begun to flow again, and suddenly the grounding feeling of her presence is joined by the sight of her wide brown eyes, probing his face. He takes a breath, deep and stuttering all at once, and on reflex moves a hand to grip her own—too tight, he knows later, but in the moment she doesn’t flinch, just stares at him, eyes wide behind her glasses.

“Adam,” she breathes out his name, and the last of the memories from the mirror fades away at the sound of her voice, her voice replacing his, and Adam can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut against the tears that creep up on him.

“It’s you,” he whispers, “you’re here.” Beneath his fingers, he feels her pulse, and he is astounded. He is guilty. And she is here anyway.

“I’ll always be here,” she says, and god help Adam, but he knows she means it, as he feels her pulse and sees the scars creeping up her neck, poking out of the neck of her shirt. He remembers the blood, the bite fresh, her pulse weak, and her hand on his face even as it is now, and he knows she will never leave. Anguish, of a kind he hasn’t known for near 900 years, roils up in his chest, and he can’t look at her face, can’t look in her eyes, can’t look at her mouth. They are so close, and he wants to lean forward, to catch her in a kiss, to taste her pulse on his tongue—

But he doesn’t, and instead they sit there like that, a moment stretching into eternity, and Adam’s world is bound up in Niamh’s heartbeat.

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joshstambourine · 3 years

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Heartache Tonight

"Hii! I love your writing btw! I was wondering if your still doing the music imagines if you could do one with Sammy based on the song Heartache Tonight by The Eagles?" - @anniegurl66

Awe thank you much!!

Listening to this song again made me smile! I almost instantly knew where I was going to take this one shot! I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while so thank you for giving me an excuse.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Alcohol

Word Count: 2701

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll

(Y/N) sat quietly in the corner of the bustling living room, there were so many people here. So many people were laughing and chatting loudly. (Y/N) could barely hear herself think, let alone try to have a conversation of any sort with anyone. For a while she had been chatting with her best friend Sam, he was the only reason she had even decided to show up at this party, but he had eventually gotten up and went off to play pool with some of the guys.

Her eyes glancing at the glass in her fingers, there was only a swig left in it. She had sworn it to herself that she would leave once her drink was finished, not really seeing much point in staying; it was coming to that point in the night where people seemed to pair off and disappear into the night. (Y/N) tugged her phone out of her pocket to check the time 11:30 pm; Sam had been gone for a few hours now actually --- she didn’t realize just how much time had passed.

Little did (Y/N) know, Sam was in fact not playing pool. Or well he had played for a matter of five minutes before having his brothers tug him off to a quiet-ish corner of the room.

“So?” They were all too quick to inquire, “Did you ask her yet?”

Sam looked between the two of them with a rather confused glint in his eyes, “Whaaaat am I asking who?” He slowly responded with an innocent laugh, bringing his beer bottle to his lips.

Josh rolled his eyes, “(Y/N)! You told us that you were gonna talk to her and y’know--- ask her out?” He replied with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Josh wore a rather large grin; it was indescribable just how much he enjoyed sticking his nose into his brothers love lives --- really it came down to him wanting them to be happy but… it was also a shit tonne of fun to get them riled up over it.

Sam furrowed his brows, beginning to shake his head. “No idea what you’re talking about.” He simply responds.

Josh looked to Jake with a tired expression, they knew he was probably going to put it off. “C’mon man, it’s been what two years since you had started to like her?” Jake threw out with a tired sigh, stopping and glancing at a few people who had turned the corner to enter the room, not really wanting to just talk about it with random people present. Once they had dispersed a little he continued, “It’s about time that you just ask her. She may surprise you!”

Josh nodded quickly in agreement, “Yeah! And I mean, the way she looks at you… she’s totally into you, I wouldn’t be worried at all if I was you!” He tells Sam.

Sam still wore an uninterested expression, “No clue what you guys are going on about, I’m just here to have a good time and hang out with my friends!” He tells them, with a shrug.

Josh threw his head back dramatically, “Ugggggh… you’re my lamest brother.” He mutters to the air,

“At least say you like her and stop pretending that you have no idea what’s happening, that shit’s getting old.” Jake tells Sam calmly, taking a sip from his glass.

Sam’s eyes left his brothers, looking over the different people in the room. Sam just couldn’t figure it out, something had been holding him back but he couldn’t figure out what it was for the life of him. His lips parted letting out a small sigh, “Jeez, you guys are relentless about this.” Sam mumbles out.

“We wouldn’t have to be if you just got it over with.” Josh points out with an obnoxiously sarcastic tone as he looked at his drink.

Sam shook his head a little, “I’m just not there yet…” he admits, free hand beginning to fiddle with one of his braids. “What if she doesn’t like me that way…?” He continues.

Jake’s expression didn’t really change, but it showed in his eyes that he seemed to sympathize. “Then you know!” He tells him, “If you honestly like her, and are also as good of friends as you say you are, then you both should be able to rekindle the friendship otherwise.”

Josh nods, “Annnnd I mean… what if she does?” He softly suggested with a warm look in his eyes.

Sam looked between his brothers with a new found nervousness; maybe he should. Jake was right, they were best friends, if she wasn’t interested then they should be able to recover from it without an issue. Sam’s head began to nod a bit, “You’re right. You guys are absolutely right!” He says with a touch of shake in his voice. Without another thought he reached out and tugged Josh’s glass of whiskey from him and tossed it back without the slightest look of being fazed.

“Hey!!” Josh exclaimed, “You can get your own, y’know!”

“You were just closer.” Sam says, handing the empty glass back, “I just--- I need a bit more courage first.” He admits to them, there was something about the tone… it made Jake nervous.

Jake raised a brow, “Alright… just remember, some courage is great---” he started, watching as Sam downed the rest of the beer in hand, “---too much is a little dangerous.” He continues slowly, pretty sure there wasn’t really any point in trying to convince him anymore. “I’m… gonna play some pool.” Jake finally says, beginning to start away; he had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the most clean confession but he also couldn’t necessarily stop it from happening.

(Y/N) had now gotten to her feet, her bag slung over her shoulder as she had begun looking around the room. At this point (Y/N) began searching for Sam, more or less hoping just to let him know that she was going to be leaving and to wish him a fun rest of his night. (Y/N) was getting a touch fed up, she had searched every room she could think of but still hadn’t seen him.

‘I guess I’ll just text him once I’m in the car.’ (Y/N) told herself as she wandered through the people to get herself back to the front door of the house. “Excuse me…” She muttered passing them by. Eventually she found herself by the front entrance which was surprisingly empty despite the sheer amount of people in the building, she had imagined that at least some of the overflow would have found themselves out here.

Before (Y/N) could take another step, she could hear her name being called from behind her. With a quick glance she was able to see Sam stumbling his way through the crowds of people, “(Y/N)!” He called again, “There you are!” Sam cheered with a wide smile, his cheeks dusted a rosy pink.

(Y/N) felt her brows furrow but she still smiled, “Yup I’m right---” before she could finish Sam had wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

“I missed you…!” He cooed, snuggling into her neck a touch.

(Y/N) let out a weak laugh as she came to be hugging him back, “Are you drunk…?” She lightly inquired, it wasn’t the first time she had seen Sam drunk but normally he was a little more on the ball at big parties like this.

Sam shook his head quickly, though his head was still in the crevice of her neck. “No!” He said, pulling back to hold her by her shoulders, “I just… I had to find my courage.” Sam admits to her, breath wreaking of liquor.

“Your… courage?” (Y/N) continued to smile, lightly placing her hand on Sam’s arms. “Maybe let's go find Josh or Jake okay? You can tell them all about your courage.” She hums in an affectionate way, moving to pull him along by his arm. (Y/N) really didn’t want to leave him alone and risk having him try to go home by himself.

“First!” Sam exclaimed, lightly startling (Y/N) as she looked back at him. She waited a moment, expecting him to say something.

“Firrrrst?” She says, drawing it out to hopefully jumpstart his brain a little.

“First.” Sam repeated as his hands moved to take hers, “Can I talk? Like… with you somewhere?” He asks her,

“Sam… are you sure that can’t wait until a time where you’re… a little more with it?” (Y/N) suggests with a warm look across her features.

Sam only shook his head as a reply, looking something like a child who didn’t want to eat their veggies with the way his braids swayed. (Y/N) let out a small sigh as she looked around, “Okay… um, where do you want to go?” She asks him, though she had barely gotten the words out before he began to pull her with him.

Despite being so clearly intoxicated, Sam had excellent balance. He walked in a straight line towards the door across from them, he pulled it open revealing an array of coats and shoes. Sam tugged (Y/N) to follow him in as he shut the door behind them.

All the while, (Y/N) has begun to grin from ear to ear, finding the whole situation hysterical to say the least. “Sam?” She lightly begins, in a hushed voice.

“Yes?”

“You realize this is a closet right?” (Y/N) mused, watching Sam as he rolled his eyes a little.

“Of course I---” Sam slowed a little, looking at the rack of coats he was pressed against “Oh, actually I didn’t realize that.” He mumbled slowly, beginning to laugh to himself. “Well shit…” He continued under his breath.

(Y/N) laughed along with him, though she soon was shaking her head a bit. “Ahhh, okay, well maybe we should try and find somewhere else then?” She suggests, having begun to realize just how close together they were, to the point that his every breath was brushing against her cheeks.

Sam still had one hand on hers, while his free one moved to fiddle with his braid. “Uh… this is fine I think.” He continues, his eyes seeming to dart away from hers for a moment. “Um…” He began, seeming to try and collect his thoughts. “(Y/N)?”

“That’s me.” She replied with a soft chuckle, still confused about what was happening.

Sam nodded, “...we’ve been friends for a long time right?” He continued cautiously. “Like… a million years or something.”

“I don't quite remember it being a million but---” (Y/N) continued with a snicker, watching as Sam’s eyes came to settle on hers. The gears were clearly turning his mind, a touch slower than they normally would be, but they were still turning all the same. After a moment or too, he let out a small huff. “Sam, let’s just go, you seem like you’re ready for a lay down.” She hummed, moving to pat his head.

Sam’s hand quickly took it into his own once again, the other gently pressing against her shoulder, he pressed his weight against her. Within an instant (Y/N) was pressed against the wall of the closet, Sam’s hand slipping up to cup her cheek. “Sam…?” She uttered out.

Sam quickly leaned closer, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle way, they were so soft. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, quickly trying to push him back. “Wh-what are you doing?!” She sputters out as soon as lips are free from his.

Sam seemed a little dazed at first, but soon enough he found his tongue, “I… I love you!” He tells her abruptly, beginning to smile in a warm way. “I… have for a long time.” He admits,

“Sam…” (Y/N) lightly let out, not getting a chance to utter another word.

“I just… everyone thinks we belong together.” Sam continued, not seeming to pick up on the cues that should have told him to stop. “We’re so alike and yet… you’re so much better than me in every single way. I know that I’m not good enough for you, I mean… I drank a shit tonne just to be able to walk up to you… but, (Y/N) you complete me. You make me so much better than I ever can be on my own and I just had to tell you.” He tells her in a quiet tone, hand moving from her cheek to lightly brush back her hair. “So… I love---”

“Sam---” (Y/N) repeated again, this time her voice was much more stern seeming to shake him a little. She reached up and began to take his hand from her hair, “I’m so sorry… but I… I don’t think of you in that way.” She admits to him, frowning as she watched his previously hopeful expression fall. “I mean… I did at one point but…” (Y/N) began to explain,

Her words made Sam’s eyes perk up, “Did I do something? I can fix it!”

“No, no, you didn’t do anything at all!” (Y/N) tells him, trying to reassure him. “...I was trying to tell you earlier but you seemed to be a little bit preoccupied… but I’m actually seeing someone now.” She continued slowly.

Sam’s eyes slowly widened, lips parting nervously. A weak sound came from his throat as he struggled to untangle his mess of thoughts. Eventually he began to let out what (Y/N) knew was a forced laugh, “I was kidding!” He suddenly says, hands pulling back from her and struggling to find the door handle, “The guys--- you know them, they dared me to do this stupid shit. I told them it was a bad idea a but---”

(Y/N) was unsure what to make of his sudden change, watching him fumble for the door handle. “Oh… uh I guess that’s… was the dare to kiss me or?” She slowly asked, clearly seeing through the lie but trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and save him the embarrassment.

“All of it. Just--- ALL, you know the whole thing.” Sam quickly responds, finally finding the handle and opening the door for him to stumble out of the closet. “I’m so sorry, I would have fought them more if I--- I am just gonna go find those guys so I can yell at them okay?” He rambled, “Okay. Bye!” Sam exclaimed, rushing away from the closet.

Sam stumbled a little as he went, unsure where to go or what to do. He didn’t expect her to say no. That said though, he had steeled himself up for that answer. What was tearing him apart was the fact that she said she had liked him back at some point… but now it was too late. ‘They were right…’ Sam thought to himself as he walked towards the room with the pool table; his brothers were right. If he had said something earlier maybe this wouldn’t be the case.

When Sam stepped through the doorway of the room, Josh almost immediately looked to him with a small grin. “So?!” He quickly inquired, eager to hear about what had happened.

Sam’s lips pursed as he stepped forward with some urgency, his mind was such a mess. All he could think about was what Josh had said earlier, ‘What if she does?’ the words just kept racing through his thoughts. She had. She had and he missed it. Sam didn’t even realize what he was doing until he was doing it. He didn’t realize it until his fist had connected with Josh’s jaw.

Sam’s eyes widened a little as he looked down at his brother on the floor holding his cheek in hand, everyone in the room looking at the two of them with the same amount of shock they were currently sharing. It was the first time it was quiet enough for Sam to actually hear the music,

Somebody is gonna hurt someone

Before the night is through

Somebody is gonna come undone

It's nothin' we can do

Everybody wants to touch somebody

If it takes all night

Everybody wants to take a little chance

Make it come out right

There’s gonna be a heartache tonight

//Thank you so much for this request! I remember reading a fic sorta like this before but I'm not sure for who--- anyways ever since I've been thinking about writing one in a similar vein!//

#sam kiskza #sam gvf #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka angst #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fic #greta van fleet roleplay #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny gvf #jake kiszka #josh gvf #danny wagner

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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Can I ask request Straw Hats reaction to (gn) reader that has a loss of motivation

Straw Hats React To A Shipmate Who Loses Motivation To Continue

A/N : ahhh, this is a little more angsty than I thought- thanks for requesting! :D hope you enjoy.

Note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted separate or together, so I did semi-both?.. ALSO wasn’t sure if there was a specific reason for the loss of motivation so I varied it.

Warning : small.. triggering words near the end. Implications / mentions of possible suicide.

Summary : The straw hats react to your loss of motivation and what they’d say to you.

Luffy

Luffy would be most upset when he sees you’re losing motivation. It wouldn’t matter what for, he’s upset by it.

He doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t want to continue but he’s actually quite understanding. He’s there to try to comfort you.

Luffy is the most understanding one, even if he doesn’t show it. Though there hasn’t been many times where he’s completely given up, he has experienced it once so he knows how I feels.

So when this happens, he doesn’t say anything. He just goes over and pulls you to his chest and hugs you tightly.

“...It’ll be okay. You can start again when you’re ready.. but don’t give up. If you need help, I’ll be there..”

Zoro

When Zoro learns of your loss of motivation, your loss of will to fight on, he doesn’t quite become angry, but he’s harsh about it.

He’s not too good with words and emotions, he’s very blunt, but he is a bit apologetic about it later. He tries to tell you that there’s nothing to lose but rather, something to gain, if you continue to fight. But if you give up, there’s nothing.

So if you had a choice, wouldn’t you keep fighting to benefit something? Why give up and get nothing? Keep fighting. No matter what it takes. And if you need help, Zoro is there for you. You aren’t fighting alone.

“Look, if you get knocked down, get back up and prove your enemies that you aren’t weak. Show them just how tough you can be. Don’t give up.”

Usopp

When Usopp hears you’re losing motivation to continue fighting for your dream, he’s heartbroken.

You remind him of his past self from two years ago. He remembers giving up often, because he was too afraid or believed he was too weak, but luckily, he had friends to be there for him. To bring him back to his feet.

So that’s exactly what he does for you. He comforts you. Tells you to not give up to keep fighting on to achieve your dream, because it’s not impossible. It will become a reality one day, and you won’t be alone.

Because the mighty god Usopp, the brave warrior of the sea is right there by your side, ready to help when you need it.

“Because I, the all Mighty God Usopp! Shall be there whenever you need him! This brave warrior will show you the way and bring you up when you’re feeling down!... so don’t give up. Okay?”

Sanji

When Sanji notices you losing motivation to love, he’s crushed.

He’s been raised to love and respect women, and there’s many men who he respects for their goals and skills. He loves and treats people equally, you are included.

But why don’t you feel the same? Why do you not care anymore? What do you not love?

Depending on your reason, Sanji will do everything he can to show you love. Appreciation. Affection. Endearment. Caring. Etc.

Whether it’s simply doing daily checkups, making small snacks, opening doors, or even listening to you talk all night while he gives you a massage, he will make sure you understand and know why it’s important to keep loving. Whatever happened won’t ever happen again with him or the crew around. You can be happy.

“Don’t give up on love, just yet, [Name]-san. I promise you, everything will work out and be okay. Besides, the crew and I love you. And we always will.”

Nami

When Nami sees you losing motivation to keep smiling, she’s quite devastated and actually feels pain and regret building up inside her.

Why didn’t she notice sooner? What causes you to have so much pain and sadness that you can’t even smile?

She wouldn’t even know how to react or what to do at first, but then once it settles, she confronts and talks to you calmly, the softest and sincerest expression.

She’s sit beside you and make you tell her what’s going on as she listens to every word and holds your hand as comfort. It reminds her of Arlong. Where she felt so much pain and misery, she couldn’t even smile anymore. Until she met Luffy, and the crew that only begun to grow then.

When you finish telling your story after being forced to, she gives you a soft reprimanding before hugging you tightly. She reminds you of her story before stating that the crew is there, and are with you when you need them.

“You aren’t alone, [Name]. I’m here. The crew as well. You don’t have to fight this alone, and if you ever need a lift or a hand, remember, there’s 9 of us. We’ll be with you every step of the way. So don’t give up. Keep smiling!”

Chopper

When Chopper sees you losing motivation to be yourself, he frowns and thinks about his past self. Where he was a monster to society.

He becomes teary and pained at the memory of being feared and hated, that’s why he never liked himself. He always despised himself.. until he met Luffy.

So Chopper talks to you. He tells you it’s bad for your health to be so negative on yourself, talking to you as a doctor. But as a friend, he tells you that you are worthy to be who you are.

Even if other people hate it or judge it, you can always trust Chopper to never do that. Because he felt the same once before. You aren’t alone in this, and you never will be.

“Be yourself, please! It’s good for your health to be happy.... please don’t change yourself for others, [Name].. you deserve to be yourself with your happiness. I won’t ever judge you so be who you want and are meant to be. Don’t give up on yourself.”

Robin

When Robin hears you lose motivation to learn and explore, she’s saddened and deeply upset by it, even if she doesn’t quite show it.

As a historian who loves to learn, she didn’t understand why you were losing motivation for it, but she does eventually. She understands a lot of losing motivation for something.

Though she may not be too good at expressing her concern and encouragement, she tries. Robin would sit beside you and listen to your reason if you shared, before listing off some benefits to learning and exploring new things.

“Let’s not lose hope, [Name]-san. There will always be an adventure waiting for us, for us to learn more about history, about our present, and about our future. To learn new things that will come. So let’s not give up.”

Franky

When Franky sees you unable to continue with your passion, he’s a bit straightforward when trying to comfort and encourage you, only because he doesn’t know why you’re losing motivation.

Everyone has a passion for something, Franky’s was being a shipwright / carpenter. He never wants to stop it. So when you tell him that you’re losing motivation for your passion, he’s a little put off because he doesn’t expect anyone to lose passion.

So Franky talks to you, he’s a bit awkward at first with all of his trying to lighten the mood and all his SUPERS~* but eventually, he calms down and talks to you better.

“Come on, don’t give up on your hope and passion like this! We gotta be SUUUPPERRR~ positive and keep moving forward with our goal. Okay?”

Brook

When Brook hears that to wish to stop being creative, because you lose motivation, his spirit becomes soulless. He’s sad.

Brook is immediately talking to you about it. First, he’ll ask if you’re willing to share your reason for your lack of motivation. If you are, he’s all ears. ( even if he doesn’t have any )

If you aren’t, he respects it and just makes sure to leave a reminder on why it’s good to be creative. It’s a method to let out and express emotions, whether it’s pain, sadness, anger, joy, or more.

He makes sure that you understand because he truly wants you to not give up and keep being creative, because everyone is creative inside. That’s what he believes.

“Express yourself. Write, sing, laugh, dance, play, do anything to let out all your feelings and emotions, be true to yourself and let loose, [Name]-san. Don’t give up on your mind letting it imagine the many possibilities that can come. And I promise everything will be alright.”

Straw Hats

When the whole crew hears you giving up on living, each of them have mixed reactions but all of them are completely speechless and feel their hearts sinking.

None of them would even know what to say. How could they? One of their own, a comrade, a friend, a family, just told them that they’re losing motivation to live. How could they possibly know what to say, think or feel?

The realization eventually settles in, some slower than others.

And the reactions are mixed. Anger, sadness, confusion, panic, regret, and most of all, pain.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong? Why are you feeling this way?”

“Please don’t even think of doing what I think you’re going to do.”

“Why the hell are you giving up on living?!”

“You DESERVE to be alive though! You’re worthy of living, so why do you want to throw it away?”

“I don’t understand..why..why are you giving up on something of so much value?”

“Is something the matter? What’s the cause of you feeling this way?”

“Please don’t say things like that. It frightens me that you’re implying you’ll do something and I don’t think any of us can take that.”

“This better not be a joke because this is not funny at all. Please tell us what’s wrong.”

“You better take back those words, you understand? Your life is not something to casually toss away just because you don’t feel like it. What caused this?”

Each of them would talk to you throughout the day, before leaving you in peace. But they keep a close eye just in case.

And eventually, they all meet up with you again to talk, to make sure you remember that you have value, that you are worthy, and that they care for you, deeply.

“Don’t give up on yourself. Don’t give up on life. We are here for you, every step of the way. We will never abandon you, [Name]. So don’t give up!”

“Don’t Give Up.”

A/N : idk if y’all noticed but you notice their quotes and what each one have in common?- lol it’s right there above this— ^^

I hope you like this and I’m very sorry for the ending part, with the straw hats. I did leave a warning though.

requests are taking forever to doooo.

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aiiwa · 3 years

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FMK - kenma, kuroo, yaku. - tumblr is being an absolute pain in my ass and won’t let me answer this directly.

@0ik6lut SAL THIS WAS SO HARD SHSKSKSK I LOVE ALL OF THEM SM

FUCK. yaku morisuke. i been thinkin’ bout him lately...yes.

knowing your boyfriend since high school, it became easier over the years to read him. although yaku never tried to hide his emotions, hot-headed and straight forward; there were some days he’d come home from training, and something about him would just be off. no matter how hard he would try to hide it, you always found out - chastising him for not confiding in you. as his girl friend, all you wanted was to care for him, and you knew exactly how to do so.

“f-fuck, y/n, feels so good.” yaku moans, cocoa coloured eyes set on the lewd sight of you between his legs.

the steady bob of your head was entrancing; the way you swallowed his full length down your tight throat, pink tongue darting out to kitten lick at his balls, before coming back up to suck on his red tip. focused on making yaku feel good and timing your breathing, a mixture of your drool and his essence dribbling down your chin, you know he’s close when he starts throbbing in your warm mouth.

what you don’t expect is for yaku to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your back, to straddle your chest. instinctively your hands press into his toned thighs, as you stare up at him excitedly, already knowing what he wants.

“gonna cum on my face, baby?” you ask, rubbing soothing patterns into his skin, finger tips trailing up towards his tense stomach. “then do it, want you so bad- nghh!”

yaku shoves the tip of his pulsating cock on the flat of your tongue, as he fists himself. you enjoy the way his flushed face contorts in pleasure, the furrow between his brows, the way his sandy locks stick to his forehead. he pumps himself once, twice, three times - before he’s blowing his warm load all over your tongue. praising you through laboured breaths before moving down, and pressing his lips to yours.

MARRY. kozume kenma. he makes me soft, wanna be his wife ahhh.

if you thought sharing a bed with a significant other would take some time getting used to, then try doing so with a professional gamer as a boyfriend. during the couple of years of dating with kenma, it had definitely been trying, learning to fall asleep to the sounds of guns blazing or spell casting from whichever gaming device he had in his grasp as he lay next to you. yet thankfully, by the time the two of you married, it was simply part of your nightly routine.

but now that you were around six months into your first pregnancy, your baby starting to react to sounds and voices, kenma had decided to take some extra measures to ensure you and your little princess’ comfort. he started to wear headphones as he played at night, despite how uncomfortable it was for him as he usually wore them all day during streams and filming videos. you insisted he could continue to play as normal, but he was stubborn.

surprisingly, sleep now evaded you, with the way your baby was constantly shifting around restlessly in your tummy. kenma had begun to worry, with how tired you would look in the mornings, even struggling to hold a nap during the day that was longer than twenty minutes. it took you almost two weeks to figure out what was wrong.

“kenma.” you mumbled, turning around to look at him stretched out beside you. he was just about to slide those ridiculous headphones over his ears, though he halted, golden eyes appraising you questioningly. “please play with the sound on.”

“y/n-”

“-i think she likes the sounds of your games.” you confess, offering a shy smile as you rubbed soft circles around your belly.

“oh…”

your husband seemed almost dumbfounded. reaching a hand out, he presses his warm palm against your rounded belly, feeling the little kicks of your baby girl. shaking his head amusedly, he puts away his headphones, turning the sound up; and instead of leaning back on his pillow, he shuffles down a bit to lay his head on your lap. his cheek resting against the underside of your belly.

and as he starts a new mission for whichever game had caught his interest tonight, only then did you and kenma feel your baby calm down. when you were lulled to sleep by the same sounds that used to keep you up at night, you missed the words your husband whispered to your tummy as he paused his game.

“do you really like the sounds of daddy’s game, princess? you know, mommy used to complain all the time, even threatened to kick me out on the couch a few times. she never did it though...loves me too much.” the subtle tap against his cheek from a kick, has him chuckling, snuggling into your belly more. “i hope that’s you telling me to keep playing instead of trying to kick me out of my own bed.”

KISS. kuroo tetsurou. going to those lame ass work christmas parties with him, yeah that’s the vibe.

it was when your less than sober coworkers began singing along to whichever crappy christmas carol was playing, that you truly started to question your existence. or at most your sanity on why exactly you chose to attend this work party. you were notorious for your lack of attendance to such events - so when you showed up, faux excitement and all, everyone had gaped. yet only one had smirked and winked in your direction.

said coworker was currently seated at one of the of the tables, nursing a red cup filled with punch, watching everyone else disinterestedly. he was the reason you were here right now, and when you finally swallowed your pride and made your way towards him, a nameless, drunken coworker had elbowed your back - sending you right into kuroo’s lap.

“shit!”

“oh? this is a nice surprise.” kuroo teases, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. “finally here to thank me for convincing you to come to this…” dwelling on what exactly to call what was happening before the two of you, you decided to fill in the blank.

“train wreck?”

kuroo blinks once before throwing his head back to laugh. he really had that hyena guffaw down to a tee, but the face a stupid greek god that had a funny feeling in your tummy settle.

“oi, y/n! kuroo!” you both turn at the sound of your names, to find another random coworker off hisface. you were trying so hard to understand what he was trying to say, but felt yourself stiffen once he dangled something over you and kuroo’s heads. “mistletoe!” he cheered.

before you even have a chance to decline, kuroo has slides his hand to hold the back of your neck; turning you to face him and then pressing his lips against yours. your eyes widen in shock, but as he gently caresses your mouth with his, you slowly close your eyes to savour the sweet kiss. moments pass by before he breaks the kiss, forehead against yours as he wears that same teasing grin. no, it’s not teasing, it’s...affectionate.

“i’m glad you came tonight, y/n.” he admits, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

slightly breathless, you whisper - “thank you for convincing me to come.” and then your lips are back on his.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #yaku x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fmk #haikyuu x reader

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cappsikle · 4 years

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just a bunch of fools // george weasley

Request: omg ok hi!! I’m in love with your writing so I was wondering if I could request a George Weasley imagine where they’re at bill and fleur’s wedding, and him and the reader are dancing like complete idiots and totally making fools of themselves, but they don’t care. and they’re all happy and sort of forgetting that the wizarding world is super chaotic rn?? I can’t get this idea out of my head so thank u so much for helping it come to life and fueling my obsession w/ the twins lol<333

Pairing: george weasley x reader

Summary: with the weight of the world heavy on everyone’s shoulders, it feels good to just let loose.

Warnings: nope! (unless you count not proof-reading... haha...)

Word Count: 1.1k (i’m so sorry it’s short :(((

A/N: Ahhh omg this is my very first request!!! this made me sooo happy and I started writing straight away! I hope you like it! If any of you have requests feel free to send them in!

Also, would anyone like me to make a taglist?

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

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You couldn’t even begin to describe how incredible everything was. Molly really outdid herself. Bill and Fleur’s wedding was nothing short of, for lack of a better word, magical. The atmosphere was full of love and joy and just plain old happiness, something that is really hard to come by these days. You and George and the rest of the guests sat through the reception with smiles, and you would be lying if you said you remained dry-eyed throughout the whole thing. But now, it was time for a party.

Bill and Fleur stood in the middle of the room, music filling the area as they begun their first dance as wife and husband. The look on their faces was nothing short of ecstatic, love for each other seeping from every fiber of their beings. As you watched them, you turned your eyes to George, who had his arm wrapped around your waist. He looked down at you and smiled a sweet smile, it was one of your favourite things to look at. You leaned up to place a delicate kiss on his cheek, his skin soft under your lips.

George's lips curl up into a sly smirk, his cheeks lifting with it, “what was for?”

You shrug your shoulders, “no reason, I just love you”

“Well in that case...” George leaned his head down to connect his lips with yours, placing his hand on the side of your neck. You pull away after a couple of seconds, not wanting to miss out on the first dance. But when you look up into George’s eyes, you almost forgot where you were and why you’re there. The crowd cheering as the bride and groom finished their first dance drew your eyes away from George, you both clapping and cheering with everyone else. You hoped this could be you someday. Whilst you and George hadn’t specifically discussed what the future may have in store for your relationship, you knew he was the one you wanted to marry.

You had gotten together in your fifth year, both of you dancing around your feelings before Fred had enough of the pining and locked you in a broom cupboard until you confessed. Since then, you’ve practically been attached at the hip. Come to think of it, you’ve never actually thanked Fred for doing what he did, but you knew his smug little self wouldn’t leave you alone if you did. You were dragged out of your thoughts, quite rudely if you might add, by George practically yanking you to the middle of the floor which resulted in you almost tripping over your feet. Classy.

“George, what are you doing?”

“Dancing, love. What does it look like?” you couldn’t help but to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of what you were seeing. George Weasley was many things, but a dancer he was not. His arms flailed like they weren’t attached to the rest of his body and his head bopped up and down completely out of tune to the music. Boy, he was an idiot. He was your idiot though, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about him.

Once again, George dragged you away from your thoughts and brought your body close to his, gripping your hips tightly so you didn’t run away from him, although you did try. “George, you know I can’t dance, please let me go!”

“doesn’t matter, love! Does it look like I can?” Well, you couldn’t exactly say yes. “C’mon, It’s a wedding! It’s a time of happiness and joy!” George grabbed both your hands as he started spinning the both of you around, and you couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

“Alright, alright! Just stop spinning me, I’m getting dizzy” George slowed down, giving you a minute to let the spinning in your head go away. Then, he placed one hand on your waist and the other gripped one of your hands as he started moving from side to side sporadically as a jazz type of music played. You knew you both looked like complete and utter nutters, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. You could feel the other guests’ eyeing you both, but honestly, all you could focus on was him in front of you.

For a moment, you forgot about the war that was raging on outside. As George spun you around and dipped you, it was like everything in the world felt alright. Your heart felt light, but full all the same as you looked at George and he looked at you. Goerge pulled you to stand up straight again and put both hands on your waist, your arms coming up to circle around his neck. That's when a slow song started playing, and you barely noticed the other guests grabbing their respective partners and joining you on the floor. Your eyes drifted to Bill and Fleur, smiling up at each other, and you felt one of your own grace your lips.

George followed your eye-line and smiled to himself. He then lent down so his mouth was right next to your ear, his breath fanning over your neck, “that’ll be us someday,” your heart begun to beat harder in your chest at his words, not really knowing how to respond. And Goerge wasn’t lying either. He thought about the little black box was in his drawer back at the Burrow, hidden from you and his family. Fred was the only one aware for his plans, naturally, and Goerge suddenly started feeling giddy for what was to come.

He wasn’t entirely sure when he was going to do it, but he knew for sure just how much he loved you. Goerge left a chaste kiss on your temple before lifting his head up to look at you, meeting your eyes. You both smiled at each other, your cheeks warming slightly from the idea of actually marrying him. You both knew what was to come, the war coming closer and closer every second, so you both felt it was important to make the most of and cherish every moment you have left.

"I love you; you know that?” you smiled brightly at George’s words and leaned up to connect your lips with his, him eagerly reciprocating the kiss. You felt the tears build up at your waterline, trying desperately not to let them fall, but a single tear slid down your cheek. George pulled away, bringing his hand up to wipe the tear away, “why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head at your own silliness, “I just love you so much.” George thought about teasing you for your sappiness, but then he surprisingly felt prickles in his eyes that indicated that he wasn’t far from the waterworks either. So, instead he brought you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and resting his forehead against yours.

You sniffled slightly, looking deep into George’s eyes. And that’s how the two of you stayed, wrapped up in each other’s arms and loving each other for the rest of time.

Until it all came to an end.

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The Best Potioneer (pt. 1) — Harry Potter x reader

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Request: “Hii, I love your work! I was wondering if I could request a Harry x Slytherin!reader, maybe set during the last year at Hogwarts and enemies to lovers? Thank you 💚”

Summary: You despise Harry. Your Slytherin friends seem to have strong opinions of him already, but during your sixth year, you also seem to have found a reason to absolutely hate the boy. But when you’re forced to work on an assignment together and stay up all night, is it possible for those feelings to change?

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Thank you so much for the request @obsessedwithrandomthings ! Ahhh, I really hope I did it justice!! I’m sorry I had to split it up into two parts because it turned out *way* longer than I expected it to! It was so hard to come up with a valid reason to hate Harry, he’s such a sweetheart, but I tried my best lmao. Anyways, I had such a fun time writing this and I really hope you enjoy!! And stay tuned for part 2!

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You crossed your legs as you nodded politely in agreement with something that Professor Slughorn had said. In all honesty, you had had no idea what he was rambling on about, no one did, really, but still your face held a bright smile as you nodded once again. Your head of house, Professor Slughorn had invited you, among with various others, to his newly formed club.

Your eyes briefly surveyed the others that were sat at the table with you, all listening -- or at least, pretending to listen -- to the Professor about some very rare ingredient that he skillfully was able to find in some remote region. To your right sat Blaise Zabini, a fellow Slytherin, and to your left, a Hufflepuff that you had never talked to before.

All of them were here for one reason, of course; they seemed to show that they were extraordinarily skilled at something. Or, they were related to someone who was. You hoped it was the former in your case.

You liked to believe that you were here not because of your extremely famous Potioneer father but because of the talent you, yourself, possessed when it came to Potions.

Potions had always been your favourite. You liked other things, of course, but none of them satisfied you like Potions did. The feeling of accomplishment as you gaze down at a finished recipe in your cauldron bubbling, to you, was exhilarating, and you couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

Evidently, this was also the case for your father, who after graduating Hogwarts, had gone on to become a Potioneer, brilliant in his field, and make a name for himself. You hoped that you would be able to do the same.

“But enough of me blabbering on,” Slughorn chuckled heartily, “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to hear me talk about myself.”

You met his gaze and smiled politely, making sure that he knows you’re paying attention.

See, Snape had always been fond of you. Snape, as the Potions Professor, gave you brilliant marks (which you deserved, in all fairness) and didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were his favourite. While others got a cold and disapproving glare from him when they had made a mistake, you received helpful insight on where you went wrong. Snape gave others a monotone sentence of approval at their success, while he gave you… Well, he gave you the same thing, really, but you could tell it was more heartfelt. As heartfelt as it gets, coming from Snape and all.

You were determined to impress Slughorn as well. You had decided that sheer talent can only go so far; teachers were human, too, after all. It was with no doubt that you concluded that every teacher ought to have a favourite, someone they will always favour over the next. And, similarly, every teacher has one student they would never think twice about, someone they didn’t even notice. While you were certainly grateful that you weren’t the latter, you weren’t exactly pleased at your position in the middle. It had always been all or nothing for you. You wanted to be the favourite. The best there can be.

But, that was proving to be a little difficult and unexpectedly, it was because of a certain raven-haired, bespectacled, and utterly clueless -- in your humble opinion -- Gryffindor boy.

You had never paid much attention to Harry. He had always been insignificant in your life, having only shared a couple classes with him over the years. And, even in those classes, you had only exchanged a few occasional words. The bottom line was, you didn’t hate Harry and you didn’t like him. He was just… Harry. A Gryffindor.

It was almost as if the universe saw this and decided that this wasn’t enough. Just like you disliked your mediocre position in Slughorn’s class, the universe disliked Harry’s mediocre presence in your life. After all, you were always one to go big or to go home.

It was as if Harry had been pushed onto the stage that was your life, forced to play a role, as soon as your sixth-year Potions classes had begun. And, Harry might be a hero to some, but in your play, he was easily the opposite.

All because Harry had started doing exceptionally well in Potions. You didn’t know what it was. His potions always turned out perfect, capturing Slughorn’s praise. Praise that you wish you were receiving. Naturally, before you knew it, it turned into a competition, both determined to out-shine the other. You couldn’t let him beat you.

A recent occurrence annoyed you, in particular, just a few weeks ago, when Harry was able to brew a draught of Living Death perfectly, and in record time. You were close, of course, but Harry had managed to do it before you, resulting in him getting awarded with a vial of Felix Felicis and getting praised relentlessly by Slughorn. Harry, being aware of just how much you resented him doing better than you in Potions, sent you a small smile as he stood at the front of the class, holding up the vial of the luck potion. It was clear at this moment that you had to be better than Harry. There was no other option. Excelling at Potions was in your blood.

However, the sole reason behind your undying hatred for the boy was not just the fact that he had magically turned into a brilliant Potioneer. No, it was also because of your friends, who were mainly Slytherins, had told you all about their interactions with him over the years when you brought up how he seemed to have claimed your spot at the top of the class. Since you only got a one-sided testimony from your friends, you were always led to believe that Harry was in the wrong.

If Harry were being honest, he wasn’t exactly sure why you hated him and wanted to beat him so badly in Potions. Regardless of the reason, Harry certainly wasn’t one to back out from some (un?)healthy competition. A part of him only seemed to want to compete with you on principle; a typical Slytherin vs. Gryffindor feud. He certainly didn’t take this little competition as seriously as you did.

But this ‘competition’ for you meant a lot more.

“Ah, Ms. [Y/L/N],” Slughorn directly acknowledged you for the first time that evening, “how lovely it is to have you here!”

“It’s a pleasure to be here, sir,” you replied kindly.

“Tell me, how is your father doing?” Slughorn questioned with genuine curiosity, “I haven’t heard from him in ages! Correct me if I’m wrong, Ms. [Y/L/N], last I heard, he was running some sort of experiment trial with sleeping potions?”

Your heart sank. You couldn’t help but think you were only here because of your father. You despised the thought. You caught your smile from faltering and took a breath in.

“He’s doing well, Professor,” you nodded, “And yes, he is running an experiment with sleeping potions. Unfortunately, he hasn’t shared much about it with me just yet.”

“Oh, yes, yes,” Slughorn said to you, “He was always quite the expert at sleeping potions…”

He paused at this before smiling and turning his gaze from you to Harry, sat directly across from you, “But of course, we have another emerging sleep potion expert in the room!”

At this, you grudgingly turned your head to Harry as well.

Great. Just the thing you needed this evening; to be reminded of your failure to brew a sleeping potion, one that your father would easily be able to brew in his sleep.

You continued to try to smile politely as Slughorn once again, started to praise Harry for his perfect potion. Harry smiled and accepted the compliments quietly, but he shot you a few glances in between, which only made you angrier.

“Quite remarkable, indeed,” Slughorn praised, “Wouldn’t you agree, Ms. [Y/L/N]?”

“Yes,” you agreed, still smiling, although you knew that everyone could tell it wasn’t genuine, “It is quite interesting how much Harry has been able to improve this year.”

“Indeed, indeed,” came Slughorn’s response who nodded and smiled at Harry.

“In my opinion, it just seems too good to be true,” you continued, your smile turning more into a grimace, as you shifted a little in your seat, “how exactly did you manage to brew a potion like the draught of Living Death so brilliantly, even though you could barely manage to brew a draught of Peace just last year, Harry?” You tried to keep your tone curious and casual, but you failed as a few murmurs broke out amongst the table, clearly picking up on the tension in the air.

“Well,” Harry began, holding your gaze keenly and smiling slightly, “I just followed the recipe.”

“Of course,” you said as you nodded slightly, patronizing him, “but was crushing the sopophorous bean in the recipe?”

“I--” Harry tried to reply as he, too, shifted in his seat. His smile had vanished.

“And,” you continued as you rested your elbows on the table, “Is ‘following the recipe’ a newly acquired skill?”

“No,” Harry kept his calm as you struggled to do the same.

“Because, if I recall, you couldn’t simply ‘follow the recipe’ last year,” you accused and narrowed your eyes. You had stopped pretending to be polite. More whispers and murmurs broke out while Slughorn watched this scene unfold in distress, “Or the year before that, or--”

“Are you trying to imply that I cheated, [Y/L/N]?”

“How lovely of you to finally catch on, Potter.”

Slughorn seemed to have decided that he had seen enough. “Alright! That’s enough, Mr. Potter and Ms. [Y/L/N]! Everyone, help yourself to this delicious chocolate cake! This ought to calm some of you down a notch...“

You and Harry kept your gazes on each other, both unwilling to break first as several people around you finally started to talk again, instead of listening intently to the heated interaction between you two.

Finally, Harry was first to break, looking away from you and picking up his cutlery.

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If it wasn’t already clear to you that this year just was not your year, it became clear when Slughorn declared that your class would be working with partners on the next assignment.

It became crystal clear, however, when you got partnered up with none other than Harry Potter.

You groaned as you walked back to your assigned seat beside Harry after arguing -- respectfully, of course, -- with Slughorn for fifteen minutes straight on just how well you could do on this assignment by yourself. It would be an understatement to say that you were severely displeased when Slughorn repeatedly suggested this was a two-person job.

You took a seat beside him with a frown set on your face, as Harry glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He was dreading this as well, of course, but certainly not as much as you seem to be dreading this. Was it because you hated that he was a Gryffindor? Perhaps you thought he was lesser-than because he was a half-blood? Or because he hung out with the Weasleys and Granger, both considered to be near the bottom of the wizarding social status hierarchy? He decided that it most likely was a combination of all of these, judging from the green and silver on your robes.

The truth was though, you couldn’t care less about what house he was in. Or, who his friends were. And, you certainly didn’t give a damn about his status. You resented him because he was doing better in Potions than you were, but you hated him because that was just the norm. You were expected to hate him. Only now, you actually had a reason to.

But now, because he was paired up with you, his failure was your failure. His success was your success. You couldn’t one-up him this time… you would have to actually cooperate with him. Interact with him. You scrunched up your face at the thought.

“Memory potions!” Slughorn clapped his hands as he started to tell the class about their upcoming assignment, “Who can recall what those are?” He chuckled slightly at his own joke.

Hermione Granger’s hand shot up.

“They’re exactly that, sir,” she informed, “They can boost one’s memory for up to six hours, depending on the dosage.”

“Yes!” Slughorn seemed pleased at the answer, “Yes, Ms. Granger! Memory potions are very powerful, indeed… I had a particularly nasty experience with those once…” He trailed off into telling his very underwhelming anecdote that no one really cared much for.

“Oh no,” you whispered, not particularly to anyone, as you realized it’s going to take Slughorn a while to actually get to the point.

“We’ll be here a while,” Harry whispered back, which surprised you. It was a very rare occurrence for you two to whisper to each other, and even more unusual for you two to be agreeing.

“But never mind that!” Slughorn said finally, “You lot will be brewing memory potions!”

Almost instantly, you grabbed a hold of your Advanced Potions book to examine the recipe. A few others did the same and Slughorn visibly noticed.

“Ah,” he said, “You won’t find the recipe in there. You will have to find the recipe yourselves.” He smiled. “After finding the precise list of ingredients and measurements, I would like you, with your partners, to brew the potion.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Find the recipe?

“This assignment is, of course,” Slughorn went on, “a competition. The first pair of students to successfully brew a memory potion with effects lasting for precisely 7 hours will receive an O on the next essay!” He smiled as his eyes moved around the room. “You have until next week, but this potion can be done in a day...” His smile grew, waiting for a reaction from the group.

The students in the room all had no idea how to proceed. Find the recipe? 7 hours? This assignment seemed like way too much work, all for an O on the next essay?

“Alright! Get to work, you lot,” Slughorn urged as he laughed and walked back to his desk, failing to elaborate.

You looked around the room to find that everyone had started to talk to their partners, trying to figure out how they would be going about this peculiar task.

“We need to stay up all night,” you said quickly, turning your head to face Harry.

“What? Why?” he questioned with confusion in his eyes, “We have a week!”

“Zabini and Greengrass will most definitely stay up all night,” you told him urgently, “I know it. We need to beat them.”

“But--” Harry tried to reason with you. Spending all night working on potion with you? He wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.

“Look, do you know where we might be able to do this?” you ignored what he said previously, turning to get a fresh piece of parchment, “I was thinking of an abandoned classroom, but Filch will easily catch us.”

Harry did know a place. But did he really want to work on a potion all night? With you, no less?

“Fine,” you sighed as you once again turned to face him, “You need to sneak me into your common room then.”

“What? No!” he exclaimed, alarmed. He was not about to do that. For all he knew, this was all just some clever ploy to get back at the Gryffindors for beating the Slytherins in the Quidditch match last week.

“Where else would we go?” you question irritably.

“What about your common room?”

“No. I already told you Zabini and Greengrass will probably use it to brew their potion tonight.”

“But, I can’t sneak you in.”

“You have to!”

Harry was conflicted. He couldn’t sneak you into his common room, and he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he were caught in your common room.

“Fine, okay,” Harry said as he fixed the glasses on his face, thinking, “I might know a place.”

“Okay?” you said, getting incredibly frustrated at his cryptic response, “Please enlighten me, oh Chosen One.”

“Just meet me on the seventh floor tonight.” He ignored your clever response and gave you a straightforward one. Like he always did.

“But there--” you tried to protest. The seventh floor had no classrooms that you could use.

“Just--” Harry also seemed to be getting frustrated as he insisted, “Just do it. Alright?”

“Fine,” you crossed your arms and leaned back into your seat.

You expected the night to go horribly. You expected a dreadful night, filled with insults. You expected your hatred for Harry to only have increased in the morning. What you didn’t expect was what actually happened.

(Part 2 has been posted!)

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