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loveforpreserumsteve · 2 years

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All Grown Up: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern AU [[REUPLOAD]])

Thirty-Six:

There was only one thought that crossed Steve’s mind: Today’s the day.

Today was the day that his little guy stopped being his little guy. Sure, Ollie hadn’t been that toddler in two decades. But today it was official. Today, he would stop being Oliver Barnes and would become Oliver Rhodes.

Steve’s gaze started to blur. He knew that this wasn’t saying goodbye. He wasn’t losing his son. But it was an ending. An ending to the first novel of Ollie’s life. Sniffling, Steve tried to wipe the tears away so he could continue getting ready.

He wasn’t sad though. He was so unbelievably happy. This was what he had wanted for his children. Ollie was marrying someone kind and understanding. Marrying an omegist alpha who wasn’t going to push him around. Marrying a strong man who only made Ollie stronger. Ollie was marrying his best friend.

A low whistle gained Steve’s attention. Causing him to look away from his reflection to find his husband. The alpha’s eyes traveled down the length of Steve’s body and then back up again. So slow that Steve couldn’t help but blush. Almost fifty-five years old and he still acted like some teenager with a schoolboy crush.

“It’s not fair,” Bucky started, mirth and adoration in his aged eyes.

Brows furrowing, “What’s not?”

“You look too good,” Bucky approached him, wrapping him up in his arms. Kissing the mating scar, “It’s not fair to the bridegroom.”

The blush remained on his face as he shooed his husband away. “Don’t get started on that.”

“It’s the truth,” Bucky claimed, gently swaying them. Then, he blew a raspberry against the supple skin of Steve’s neck.

“DAD! POPS!”

Both men looked towards the open door of the master bathroom. It didn’t take long for Kit to bound into the ensuite and rush out, “Have you seen Rhodey’s ring?”

“Yeah, its gorgeous!” Bucky joked.

Meanwhile, Steve nearly had a heart attack because, “Please, tell me you didn’t lose the ring.”

“I didn’t,” Kit quickly assured. Only to amend, “I just can’t remember where I put it.”

“Oh my god,” Steve’s heart started racing. This day was supposed to go perfectly! How could it be perfect now when the groom’s ring was missing?! Steve clapped his hand over his mouth and repeated, “Oh my god!”

“I know!” Kit agreed. Their scent blocker only barely revealing how sour their scent was in that moment. “This is bad. Like, bad, bad!”

“It’s not that bad,” Bucky tried to sooth the two. Reminding Steve again of how lucky he was to have such a strong, steady rock of a partner. “We’ll find it. It’s gotta be around here somewhere. I mean, it’s not going to get up and walk out on its own.”

Sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, Steve pleaded, “You didn’t tell Ollie, did you?”

“No,” Kit scoffed, “I’m forgetful, not stupid.”

“Good,” Steve sighed in relief. As he stood, he checked his watch. “Oh my god, we have to be at the brewery in twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” Bucky clapped his hands together. “Kit, you search upstairs, I’ll get the girls to check downstairs, and we’ll take the rest.”

“Go team,” Kit readily agreed, turning so they could exit the bathroom.

“You heard ‘em,” Bucky smirked, slapping Steve’s bum, “Go team!”

Inhaling deeply, Steve tried to steady himself as much as he could. Even though Ollie and his side of the wedding party was already at Howling Commandos Brewery, Steve still didn’t want to be a wreck.

Well, at least not yet.

So, he got to work looking for his soon-to-be son-in-law’s wedding ring. First, Steve checked the crevices of the large sectional sofa while Bucky checked the garage. Next, Steve rummaged through his former nursery while Bucky dug through the kitchen one drawer at a time.

“How’s it comin’ along, doll?” Bucky called out, ruffling through their many odds and ins.

“Nothin’,” Steve sighed, starting to sweat. “Anyone else having any luck?”

“I found Bitsy’s earrings!” Cori informed, heading upstairs.

Bitsy, following her sister, asked, “What earrings?”

“Uh,” Cori paused, clearly caught.

Taking the pair in Cori’s hand, Bitsy accused, “You stole my bat mitzvah earrings?! The ones that Aunt Tibby made me?!”

“I borrowed them,” Cori defended herself.

“It’s not borrowing them if I didn’t know about it!” Bitsy argued.

“Okay! Enough!” Steve reprimanded. “We don’t need that today and we especially don’t need that right now! We have very little time to find something extremely important!”

“Sorry, pops,” Bitsy apologized and so did Cori, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Steve assured. Bucky added, “Just ask to borrow things before you take them, alright?”

“Okay,” Cori nodded and then started reaching in between the cushions of the sofa to check if the ring had slipped between them, just like Steve had.

When Kit raced back downstairs, Steve asked, “Anything?”

“Nope.”

“I found it!” Ian called, heading down from the second story of the house. His dusty-blue maxi skirt billowing around him while his matching suit jacket rose up with his arm lifted above his head.

“Where was it?” Kit asked, racing towards him.

“In your jacket pocket!” Ian chuckled, “We got them mixed up!”

“Oh, thank god!” Kit exclaimed, shrugging out of the dusty-blue suit jacket, revealing more of their white lace blouse.

Checking his watch again, Steve said, “Alright, is everyone ready?”

“Ready,” Nevie confirmed, smoothing her hands over her tulle light sky-blue dress.

Steve smiled, looking from the youngest Barnes to the oldest. Everyone dressed to the nines. He could only imagine how dapper Ollie was going to look.

“Okay, let’s get going before my tears start,” Steve decided, herding the kids towards the garage. As he passed Bucky, the alpha gave his bum one more affectionate slap.

Sure, it might’ve been a new beginning for their son, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t the same ol’ same for them. And Steve was comforted that no matter how many years together, his husband was still going to be the same loveable goofball that he fell in love with. Even – no, especially – today.

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emf005 · 3 years

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Knock On Wood

Oliver Wood x Reader

Warnings: The Puns are real, fighting, fluff... (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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What a lovely day to bother the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. You swung your legs off Fred’s lap and ruffled George’s hair as you went to your dorm.

“Where are you off to?” George asked, tossing the pranking ball at you. You caught it and tossed it right back before it could release the gas from inside that smelt like a dead skunk bathed in vomit, a smell of your own invention you were proud to say.

“I overheard that Ollie was going down to the pitch for some extra practice. Think I need some work on my,” you flipped your hair dramatically. “Chasing.” The two scoffed at your horrible pun, considering you were the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. Both figuratively and metaphorically. You ran up stairs and grabbed your gloves, threw on your riding boots and grabbed your broom. Everything you owned was pretty worn out, you were muggle born and your family wasn’t exactly the richest. Actually you were poorer than the Weasleys', and there were only four of you!

They looked back up at you as you jumped the last four stairs and walked out of the room to go bug the keeper. You loved bugging Wood. His name was meant for puns. It's just perfect! I mean, Oliver, obviously a good nickname for him was Ollie, which he pretended to hate. And then Wood. There were so many there. And then he was a Keeper. Like, he just made it too easy for you!

“Ollie!” You called happily from the bottom of the pitch. He glanced down and you could hear his eye roll. You flew up and met the Keeper in the air. “What a surprise meeting you up here, hun!” He rolled his eyes and turned his broom around so you wouldn't see the blush on his cheeks from the nickname you had given him. Well, one of the many nicknames you had given him.

“What do you want, Y/L/N. I’m practicing here.” You frowned and leaned forward on your broom.

“Maybe I wanted to practice with you, Ollie. I’m hurt you want me to leave so soon. I got all dressed up just to see you.” He glanced at your attire.

“Honored. You should really get new riding gloves and boots,” he mentioned.

“Yeah, they’re on my list right next to a cyclops.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “Come on Wood, I bet I can get a few past you,” you grinned, sitting back up on your broom.

“Ha! You wish, Y/L/N!”

“Scared?”

“Never.”

“Then Wood you go get the ball and we can have a go at it!” He groaned at you pun.

“Stop it.

“Stop what? I just told you to go get the ball,” he flew down and started to walk away from you.

“You know what!” You smirked. He showed back up a few minutes later as you were speeding around the pitch. He watched you go in awe at how fast you were flying. How perfect your form was. And how good you looked doing it.

Stop it. He told himself as he called up to you. He tossed up the Quaffle and you zoomed over catching it in one fluid motion, going so fast you nearly knocked him off his feet.

“Lets go, Ollie!” You shouted down to him, tossing it up in the air and catching it. “I gotta beat you by four!” He mounted his broom and flew up to you.

“Why? What's at four.”

“Fred, George, and I have some… business to attend to.”

“Which hallway do I have to avoid this time?” He sighed, making his way to the posts.

“There's no fun in that, Olive oil! You might stop people like you did last time,” you pouted.

“Did you just call me Olive oil?”

“Your name is Oliver, did you not expect me to make an olive pun?”

“I was hoping.”

“I guess you could say you were-”

“Don’t do it.”

“Knocking on Wood.” You smiled.

“I hate you.”

“Nah. You love me,” you blew him a kiss making his cheeks heat.

The game was close the whole time, but you ended up winning by one point. Though, he did not accept his defeat.

“That wasn’t fair!”

“Just because you were too busy laughing at my joke, Ollie, doesn’t mean it wasn’t fair. You always tell me to be more focused. Maybe you should follow your own advice instead of gazing longingly at me,” you joked as the two of you headed to the locker room.

“I don’t gaze longingly,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ya do, mate,” George said, coming over and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Only at her though,” Fred clarified, doing the same thing on the other side of you. You laughed at the two trouble makers.

“I’m just flawless, he can’t help it. Right, Ollie?” You joked, but he just stalked off to the showers frustrated. You frowned and creased your eyebrows. You didn't take it too far, did you? “Did I say something offensive?”

“No.” they said together, smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Ollie!” You yelled to Oliver, running towards him in your Gryffindor uniform. It was the Slytherin v.s. Gryffindor match today, and you were ready to kick some serpent ass. Oliver just nodded to you and kept walking. You frowned and stopped watching him go. What was that? Fred and George came up behind you.

“What was that about?” George asked. You shook your head and looked after the boy you longed to talk to. It was a well known fact amongst the three of you that you liked him. They had tried to get you to tell him on multiple occasions, but every time you went to say something, a pun just came out because of your nerves.

Harry came over to the three of you and looked past you to see Wood walking away with his shoulders a bit slumped.

“He’s been like that all day.” Harry said, shaking his head. “Don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe throw him a pun or two today, Y/N. Looks like he needs one.” Harry left you three to stare after Wood as he made his way to where the majority of the team was, ready to walk out and begin the game against the Serpents’ house.

Brutal. That was the only way to describe how they played. Well, that was also how your team played. The rivalry between the houses fueling the urge to win. Skill increased, adrenaline flooded through everyone on the pitch. Rooms zoomed through the air, the wind combined with the cheers and boos from the crowd was deafening.

It was brilliant.

Y/N zoomed through the air perfectly, avoiding everyone as she threw the Quaffel into the top goal post. Gryffindor cheered and she smiled, flying her broom around in victory as the Slytherin’s booed her. Y/N watched the Quaffle get tossed around by a few Slytherin’s and zoomed over to them. As it was tossed in the air she intersected it and flew around towards the Slytherin side again, scoring yet another goal. The Slytherins sneered at you and, unbeknownst to you, had a plan up their sleeves.

The Quaffle was tossed to you again and then you were being chased, but this wasn't your normal chase. You had two Slytherin players in front and back and two on your sides.

You swore to yourself as they got closer. Suddenly they all just dispersed. You were far up in the clouds at this point and it was hard to see. You began to speed back down when something hit you in the head, knocking you off your broom.

You fell. You heard screaming, but you didn’t know if it was you or someone else. You felt yourself slow down but you were still going fast, the Quaffle still tightly in your grasp as you hit the ground. Everything went black.

Wood watched the Slytherin team surround you and take you up into the clouds. What were they planning? The team dispersed and flew back into view, but you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Then he saw your figure falling. His heart stopped. Dumbledore cast a spell to slow you down but you were still going too fast.

“Y/N!” him and the twins cried in unison, flying down to meet you on the ground. Your body bounced and you were out cold. The rest of the quidditch game was canceled and everyone made their way out onto the field to see what happened, Madam Hooch in front of them all. The three boys stared down at you unmoving body thinking that the fall killed you. The Slytherin’s walked off the field, not caring anymore. They had won. But that wasn’t the reason Oliver Wood’s blood was boiling. They had hurt you and that was not ok. Ever.

Madam Hooch took you to the hospital wing and Fred and George were about to follow when they noticed Oliver heading towards the Slytherin shower area with his fists clenched. They followed.

“Oi!” The boys clad in green turned around at his voice. “Was that really necessary? She could’ve died!” Marcus Flint scoffed.

“Not our problem.” Wood clenched his jaw.

“It is your problem.”

“Why, pissed off we hurt your mudblood girlfriend? Can’t even buy herself proper riding-” Flint didn't get to finish his statement thanks to Wood’s fist in his face. He stumbled back and Fred and George grabbed Wood’s arms pulling him away form the fight.

“Say that again. I fucking dare you!”

“Wood, shut up mate!” Fred hissed, struggling to pull him away.

“Lets go right now! I’ll fucking take you all down. Right here right now! Lets go!”

“Wood!” George hissed. “No. If you won’t come with us for your own sake, at least do it for her sake.” Wood growled, making the twins lean back. He just growled. They had never seen him get so defensive over something. So protective.

“Yeah! Go running to your mudblood girlfriend, Ollie.” The three froze. The twins dropped Wood’s arms and in three seconds he was on top of the Slytherin’s beating the lot of them to a pulp. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.

Wood could take care of himself. That much had always been clear. But this… This was just horrifying.

You started to stir a bit, everything in your body aching, you head pounding. You felt sticky, but not your normal sweaty sticky. You groaned and opened your eyes. The lights of the infirmary blinded you a bit.

“Y/N?” The twins? Your eyes adjusted and you saw two redheads staring at you from above. It all came back to you and your blood boiled. “How do you feel?”

“Can I please have a knife?”

“First off, no.”

“Second off, why?”

“I am going to stab each and everyone of those Slytherin pricks so they bleed and hurt and beg me for mercy.” You groaned.

“She’s up?” Your head snapped up at Wood’s voice, but you couldn't see him.

“Yeah.”

“But she’s in a killing mood again.” The twins patted your leg, silently telling you they’d be back later. Oliver came and sat by you, you turned your head so you could see him.

“You look good.” you smirked sarcastically.

“Yeah well, you don't look picture perfect either.” You cringed mockingly.

“That hurt Ollie. Almost as much as these broken bones.”

“You're lucky you're not dead.”

“I mean, there's still time for that. So…” you stabbed his shoulder three time with your fist. “Knock on wood.” He let out a laugh and you smiled.

“You laughed.” He looked at you.

“Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because you never laugh. Why do you think I always try? Who knew falling off my broom would get you to laugh.” “Yeah, well. Don’t go doing that again. You gave me quite the scare.” You laughed, cringing at the way you felt your ribs shift. He looked panicked. “What happened? Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

“Relax, Ollie. It was just my ribs shifting. Nothing to over react about. So, what did happen to that pretty face of your? You look like a woodpecker attacked you.”

“You really can’t turn the puns off can you?”

“I just got to get Olive them out.”

“Wow. That's pathetic.”

“You never answered my question. Are you alright?”

“I just had a row with the Slytherin team. They called you a few… unsavory words.”

“Pour mudblood?” You asked without breaking. His eyes widened, surprised to hear you say the slur. You shrugged. “Yeah. They say that a lot.”

“And you’re just fine with that?”

“Well, I mean. No. But, what am I going to do about it? Take on all of Slytherin house?”

“I did.”

“Which was incredibly stupid. Why would you even do that?”

“Because they insulted you!”

“Ollie, why does that matter? I’m no one important!”

“Yes you are!”

“Really? To who?”

“The twins! The team! To me!” You fell silent and he heard what he said. He was about to cover it up.

“I’m important to you?” He swallowed.

“Yeah. Always have been.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Always will be. Y/N." He started to gain more confidence. "I have been in love with you since our first year when you made a Woody woodpecker joke at my expense. Whoever that is.” You laughed, remembering the cartoon.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because I was scared.”

“I scare the Oliver Wood? That's an accomplishment.”

“I’m trying to confess my feelings here!”

“If you just kiss me, I think I’ll get the hint!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” He grabbed your face and, as gently as his adrenalin allowed him, brought it to his, putting his lips on yours, finally. You two would have continued to make out if not for a clearing of someone’s throat. Oliver disconnected your lips and looked back to see Madam Pomfrey.

“Miss. Y/L/N needs her rest, Mr. Wood. I am well aware of you two strained and prolonged crushes and am glad to see you two have finally stopped acting like buffoons and gotten to it already. But she has just fallen from an extraordinary height so it is appreciated if you would keep it to a minimum until she is well enough to at least walk.” She turned on her heels and walked out. You started to laugh and Oliver placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When you finally get out of here, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled back with a smirk on his face and you gaped at him.

“Ollie!” You laughed. “Didn’t know you had that side to you.”

“Lots of things you don’t know, love.” he kissed your head. “Get some rest.” You smiled, your eyes already closing.

“M’kay, Ollie.” You were on the verge of sleep when you muttered out a question. “Hey, Ollie?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’ll still kiss me when I wake up, right?” He chuckled.

“I don't think I can stop now.” You smiled, sleepily.

“Good. I don't want you to.” You fell asleep and he watched you for a moment.

“Neither do I.”

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 3 years

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Living up to the Name pt 3

"Out of all possible scenarios, he chose this," Jack grumbled. As he and Ruggie tried to concentrate on finding a familiar smell.

"Don't be a buzzkill, Jack. Besides, she looked excited." The hyena pointed out. Recalling how the girl bounced excitedly at Leona's suggestion.

"Still, This feels wrong." He retorted.

Leona decided to move their training to the forest, in his words 'to give a fair advantage.'

"Oi! Jack, be quiet. You'll give away our position." A jaguar upperclassman harshly whispered. He and two more students were sniffing the air, then the jaguar froze.

"Shit, she-" A kick to his face cut him off before he could finish. The figure leaped up and landed on a tree branch high up.

"You guys have to do better than that to catch me~" A sing-song voice called from above.

Valerie smiled sweetly above them, but her mocking glare proved otherwise.

Thanks to her transformation, all her abilities have been drastically enhanced. She was faster, her kicks were more powerful, and her danger sense, or what she likes to call 'Bunny sense' was dialed up to a 100. Making it easier to avoid predators, aka Savanaclaw.

"Gotta go. I have more faces to kick and prides to ruin." She blew them a kiss and disappeared through the thicket of the trees.

"She's so hot."

Heads' snapped to the bear first-year, whose glazed eyes still stared at the spot she's been on.

"Fangirl about her later! We're still in the middle of something." The jaguar snapped at him. The bear blushed and muttered incoherently under his breathe.

Ruggie ran his fingers through his hair. They need a strategy to catch her, which involves teamwork, and knowing how NRC students are, this will be hell.

"I wonder how that lazy lion is doing?" He mused.

She was better at hiding than Leona gave her credit for.

The first half-hour of their training was spent looking for the girl. Which wasn't hard, with that delightful scent of hers. It leads them farther to the forest, where the foliage is dense enough to hide a dead body.

Clever, Herbivore. But not enough.

Honestly, he was a little disappointed with her idea. He was expecting a challenge since she loved giving it to him.

Tearing through the thicket, he and his dorm mates prowled the area. Each of them in various corners, in an attempt to locater her better.

"Senior Leona." A jackal beastman spoke up.

"What is it?"

"It's miss Valerie's scent. Something's up." He replied, sniffing the air.

Leona took a whiff, and sure enough, it smelled faint and all over the place?

"Masking your scent with mud. Herbivore? Heh, at least your trying."

The lion nodded to his dorm mates, who proceeded to split up and try to find their prey the girl.

The jackal perked up when the sweet aroma was much more potent. Nudging to a leopard beastman who seemed to realized as well.

As quietly as they could, they snuck up to a large hedge that permeated with her scent.

They crept closer and closer and closer...

They pounced. Once the students felt something soft, their hold tightened.

Leona paused from tearing another bush. Happy shouts were clear as day.

Good, they found her.

He jogged his way over to his fresh babies. However, as he got near, there was a change in the atmosphere. Silence replaced the noise; it was almost ominous.

Valerie's scent changed the most; it was so faint and different.

He finally reached the clearing. Their backs were turned to him, and he couldn't see what they were holding.

"Oi."

The jackal and leopard rapidly turned to face him, hiding their captured prey behind their back.

"S-Senior Leona!" The leopard stammered.

"What's up with you two? Didn't you shout you have her?"

"Uhh...W-wait! Senior Leona!" The jackal exclaimed in surprise when the lion marched towards them. Pushing them aside to see the girl-

That's not Valerie.

In front of him was a large and plump brown rabbit, and it was wearing her vest.

Everything up till now began to make sense, causing Leona to chuckle.

"So that's the real plan, huh?"

His ears twitched as the wind picked up. His eyes narrowed.

"Move back!" The lion ordered. Jumping to the shade of the trees.

But it was too late. The freshmen were down before they could do anything. Standing on top of their bodies was the very girl they were chasing.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out. You really are losing your edge, Kitty."

Valerie giggled at Leona's snarling face. She tugged her vest off the rabbit; before disappearing.

Leona could feel his blood boil. From frustration or excitement, he wasn't sure at this point, but he does know one thing.

Valerie just cemented her role as prey.

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It's been hours, and not one of them had a chance to catch her. There were a few close calls, but she always managed to be two steps ahead of them. It doesn't help that she mocks them for every failed attempt. One of them got angry enough a tried to bite her, but Valerie kicked his jaw before he could.

On the bright side, the boys could feel their bodies improving. They still have a long way to go, but it's progress.

Valerie nimbly landed on the ground, catching her breath. It's been a long time she did something like this.

A wistful smile formed on her face as she remembered the times she and her mom played tag. Her mother used the game as a form of training for her speed, stamina, and agility. Being a competitive child she was, she got too into it.

'Thinking about it now, mom used a lot of ordinary games as a form of training.' The opal-eyed girl mused.

Wiping her brow, she glanced at the sky. She couldn't tell how much had passed, but she could guess it was nearly noon.

Suddenly, her ears stood up. There was aloud howling in the distance, followed by more animalistic sounds, till it became a wild symphony.

"The hell?" The brunette muttered in confusion. She winced and held her head. The downside of having enhanced hearing is that everything is louder, and this wild symphony giving her a headache.

"Pull it together, Valerie. You dealt with worse." She mumbled, even slapping her face for good measure.

With new vigor, Valerie pushed forward through the forest, even as her whole body screamed to find somewhere to hide.

Sigh, prey instincts.

Though she kept her opal eyes ahead, she in-tuned with her surroundings. Her ears now worked as antennas, constantly on high alert to warn her of predators.

Her ears twitched; she jumped left just in time to dodge a pouncing jaguar beastman. A low growl escaped the jaguar's throat and pounced again.

Valerie waited till he was near enough and delivered a front kick beneath his jaw. He staggered back in pain, giving her enough time to rush forward, and low swept him. He groaned in pain once his back felt the impact.

"You predators are really losing your edge if you kept getting your asses beaten by a rabbit. But then again, it's me" The girl deviously smiled at the fallen student.

The girl sensed another presence behind her and jumped to the trees. She narrowed her eyes at the culprit.

"Such an arrogant statement coming from a tiny herbivore. Looks like we have to put you in your place."

Leona emerged from the thicket with a cocky smirk in place and an unreadable glint in his eyes.

Valerie remained silent, simply assessing the number of beastmen present. There were seven of them; easy. There was also no sign of Jack and Ruggie, but they could be hiding.

"How can you call my words arrogant? I'm simply stating the truth." She retorted, smirking down at him.

"Let's just see how true your words are when I have my fangs on your neck."

"Before that, perhaps should I suffocate you between my thighs?"

"Heh, only after I crush your legs."

"Are...They flirting?" Questioned a bewildered ocelot beastman.

"I thought she was stupid when it comes to romance?" Added a dingo.

"Try not to think about it." Advised a lynx.

"Sorry, kitty kay, I may have agreed to help you guys in training, but I'm not going to bow down to you."

"Likewise, Herbivore."

A mischievous smile formed on her face. The girl launched herself out of the tree and aimed a kick to his face, but he blocked it. Valerie quickly switched to jabbing his left side.

Leona slammed his eyes shut, a deep growl resonated within him. He attempted to grab her arm. But she leaped up and delivered a front kick to his chin, pushing him away from her. However, she was now surrounded by other beastmen.

Valerie avoided an oncoming punch from the dingo and delivered one to his gut. He recoiled in pain and clutched his stomach. Her ears twitched and sidestepped, just in time for a charging lynx to crash into him.

Twitching again, she turned around and caught the ocelot's leg; she spun him around while knocking out three more before throwing him.

Satisfied that she took care of the beta males, she turned her attention back to the alpha. Only to realize that he disappeared.

Her whole body was on high alert. She took a battle stance, surveying her surrounding. She cursed herself for being so careless; he used them as decoys. Like she did.

"Touché, Kitty." She muttered.

Deciding she stayed long enough, she ran in the opposite direction.

Valerie bit her bottom lip once she heard footsteps behind her.

He really wanted to turn this into a real hunt.

Fine, she'll give him one.

Increasing her speed, she sprinted through the area utilizing the trees as boosters.

She glanced behind her and clenched her jaw. Leona was nowhere in sight. She had two ideas: Either he took a detour and was waiting to pounce on her or, she lost him; she hoped it was the latter.

Biting her inner cheek, she was about to take a turn when she heard footsteps. She jumped back, narrowly avoiding a claw to her face.

"I was wondering where you were, never thought you actually risk an ambush." The opal-eyed girl remarked as she kept her distance from him, taking up a fighting stance.

"If I'm up against you? I'll try anything." The male retorted mirroring her movements.

The wolf and rabbit glared at each other, waiting for one of them to make a move. It was as if the area went still around them, blocking out all noise; only the thumping of their hearts was heard.

Jack was the first to move. He ran forward with the girl following the suit, but once close enough, she leaped up and stomped on his head. He staggered back, gritting his teeth and holding his head. Valerie landed behind him, giving a swift kick to his side; the wolf fell to his side, hissing at the impact.

A deep growl escaped his throat when he heard her laughter; he swiped underneath her legs. The girl fell back, wide-eyed, and internally cursed herself for letting her guard down.

Picking himself up, he grabbed her ankle and flung her to the trees. The girl shrieked in pain, coughing; she found specks of blood on the ground, her blood. Although she struggled to stand up, she had enough energy to avoid Jack's next attack.

Jack swung his fist to her face, but she intercepted by grabbing his arm and flipped him to the ground. He grunted in pain when Valerie placed her foot on his chest.

"I thought I might return a favor fluffy." She smirked at his fallen body. He glared up at her. She was about to make another comment when her ears twitched, frowning; she leaped up to the trees and glared at the intruder.

"Damn, and here I was going to surprise you. Then again, those ears of yours work just like satellites, shishishishi." Ruggie laughed as she strolled through the area.

"I keep getting more surprises."

Just like lighting, she sprung herself out of the tree and delivered a direct kick to Ruggie's gut. The poor hyena coughed up blood upon the impact and curled up into a ball once he fell on the ground. All the while groaning in pain.

"And here I thought he would at least withstand half of it, oh well." She ducked down, already sensing Jack's incoming punch, and kicked his chest.

It knocked him a few feet away from her; Jack felt something dribble down his chin, wiping he found bits of blood coating it.

Clenching his fist; a low growl erupted his throat; charging, he swung his fist narrowly, hitting her face. Valerie responded by front kicking his chin; Jack grunted but didn't falter in his movements.

Valerie unleashed a barrage of kicks, driving him back until he felt the tree behind him. Jack gritted his teeth but bared with it; he waited until he found an opening between her kicks. She paused for a second, but it was all Jack needed. He socked her in the gut, successfully pushing her back.

She gasped at the impact, wincing at the pain on her stomach that she failed to notice Jack grabbing her body and slammed her to the ground. He reached to grab her ears, but the opal-eyed girl rolled away and swiped under his legs. Jack fell back, glaring up at the now standing girl.

"You know you can't beat me." She panted.

Blood was dripping down at the side of her face. The sun was behind her forming a shadow over her eyes giving them a glow. She looked like a predator.

"I know, but he can." He countered.

Before Valerie could decipher his words. She was lifted up again, but this time pinned to the ground.

"Looks like you forgot something, Herbivore." Hot breathe tickled her face as familiar hands kept a firm grip on her.

"A lion always waits for their prey to lower their guard."

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"Ughhh, it hurts." Ruggie groaned. He laid on a bed with an ice pack on his stomach.

He and the rest of the Savanclaw students are in the infirmary. Each of them was the victim of the girl's brutal beatings.

"How the hell is someone so tiny is that insanely strong?" The leopard beastman muttered, nursing his jaw.

"The question is, is she even human?" The ocelot commented, bandages covering his body.

Speaking of her...

Valerie hissed when the ghost rubbed a special ointment of her back to heal the swelling. She was behind a curtain, giving her the privacy she needed.

"And there we go, you can put your shirt on and make sure to not put too much strain on yourself, young lady. I heard from the ghosts in Ramshackle you're the reckless type." The ghost gave her a mirthful smile. She chuckled.

"Yeah, I will."

"No, she won't." Grim chimed in.

He sat next to her on the bed and shot the girl a knowing look, to which she laughed nervously.

"I promise, really."

"You better, and you call me troublesome."

"Okay, okay, let's go." She picked him and stepped out of the curtain. She winced a bit when she saw how badly bruised they all looked.

"You really went all out on them." The cat monster commented; almost half of them were covered in bandages and band-aids.

"You know me, I always love a challenge." Her grin was filled with mischief.

She walked up to her favorite Savanaclaw trio. Jack was getting his face treated since she kicked there the most while Leona sat next to Ruggie since he had minor injuries.

"Hey, guys, who are you feeling?" She asked.

"Like a truck ran me over." The hyena retorted. The girl nervously laughed.

"Right, sorry."

"Don't be. You went all out; it's insulting if you didn't." Jack interjected. He hissed when the swab touched his hips lower lip.

"Don't talk, young man." Scolded the ghost.

"You were pretty good out there, Valerie. But you let your guard down too soon. Your lucky it was only training. Otherwise, you would have gotten eaten up." The lion smirked.

"As if I let you." She huffed.

"But, it has been a good experience. Might as well do this again next time." He added.

"Sure, I love to kick your butts and win next time." She gave a devil-like smile.

"Anyway, I have to wash up and head to Heartslyabul." She turned around, only bumped into the beastmen.

"Ah, I'm sorry-" She didn't get to finish when he briskly walked past her. Valerie observed his appearance; he had a pumpkin-colored reptile tail with burgundy fins and bronze horns. His body was wrapped in gauze and had bandages covering his arms.

"Don't take it too personally. He's still not used to being beaten by a woman." Leona spoke up.

"Mm? What do you mean?" The girl was puzzled.

"You see the guys with dragon tails?" He asked. Glancing around, she did notice a few of them. She locked eyes with one, he immediately looked away.

"They're from Cloud Valley; in their culture, women are treated lesser than men, always expected to be submissive, fragile, and obedient. The complete opposite to the women in the Afterglow Savannah." He elaborated.

"So it's a big shocked for them to know such a tiny prey can beat them so easily."

That filled her with pride. Her family raised her to be independent and strong; and above all, never take shit from misogynists.

"Oi! Kemonohito!" A voice boomed. Valerie winced at the frequency of his voice. Everyone's heads turned to see a dragonkin with a scarlet tail and white fins standing in front of her.

"I demand a re-match! Your abilities were just enhanced because your half rabbit. I refuse to acknowledge defeat by a woman!" He boomed.

"Maybe next time." She simply replied.

"Oh? What's this? Already backing down? Expected for a female to be too scared-"

"No. I already have plans this afternoon, not to mention your too injured. The opal-eyed girl interrupted, taking note of his bandaged face and body.

"This is nothing! Fight me!"

"Young man, no shouting." One ghost staff scolded, quickly leading him away from the girl and her monster.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go. See you guys."

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Valerie hummed a random tune as she dried her hair. Thanks to Amane giving her his credit card, she was able to buy the things she desperately needed, such has extra cleaning supplies , bathroom necessities and a hair dryer.

Putting the hair dryer down, she examined herself on the mirror. She wore a Heartslyabul uniform, switching out the pants with a pleated thigh length skirt, a white thigh-high on her right leg, a white crew length sock with black diamond pattern on her left and red and white sneakers. She also tied her ears with a black ribbon around them.

"Are you almost done?" Grim lazily drawled. He was sprawled on the bed, his pudgy stomach on display.

"Already am." She answered.

"Good, cause your phone was ringing." He rolled to his left, revealing the girl's phone. Picking it up and opening it to her messages, the sender read 'Braincell 1'

'Yo Val, you and Grim have to walk here by yourselves. Me and chicken boy can't pick you up cause we have an emergency and it requires all dorm members cooperation.'

She texted back

'k'

Picking up her little gremlin, strolled out and headed downstairs.

"Where Ace and Deuce?" questioned Grim.

"They have an emergency which required all dorm members." She answered, walking out of the house.

"Huh, probably something related to food." The cat proclaimed, as he climbed up to her shoulders and draped himself there.

She merely hummed.

They arrived in mirror hall. As she stepped in, Valerie almost got knocked down by a rushing students.

"S-sorry, miss Valerie." He apologized before running again.

Glancing at each other, the Ramshackle duo continued their journey, all the while watching students tripping over their feet looking for something. It wasn't long before they spotted a familiar redhead and bluette by the bushes.

"Damn it, where are they? They couldn't gotten that far." Ace muttered.

"Maybe we should try a different spot." Suggested Deuce.

"Guys?" A feminine voice snapped them out and turned around.

Their eyes bulged out when they saw her ears. A palpable silence overtook them, until...

"Pffftt-"

All eyes turned to Ace as he covered his mouth with right arm, and shaking. Finally he blew up.

"HAHAHAAHA! Oh great seven this hilarious! You're an actual rabbit!" He kept on laughing. Deuce had small blush on his face when he stared at her, she looked like a porcelain doll.

"You know very well I hate those." Valerie monotonous voice rang out. A displeased look covered her face from being compared to an item she hated the most.

Crap, he thought out loud.

"I-I-I'm so sorry!" Deuce bowed, which made Ace laughed louder.

"Its fine." She huffed. "Anyway, what happened? What's the emergency?"

Ace shut up and Deuce tentatively bit his lower lip.

"Its the hedgehogs, they broke out in their cages again. The unbirthday party will start soon and no one has found them yet." The peacock-eyed boy answered.

"Riddle almost lost control when he found out, and its not getting any better." The cherry-eyed boy added.

"I could help." The girl offered. "My ears are practically antennas, and they've been a great help in dealing with Savanaclaw, I think I can find the hedgehogs in no time."

They seem to contemplate her words, before nodding to each other.

"Alright, Princess, we're counting on you." Ace grinned.

The girl gave a mock salute before taking Grim off her and dropping him on Ace. She sprinted away, she picked a small clearing.

Valerie crouched down and closed her eyes. She blocked out the noise surrounding her, focusing on the chitter and footsteps of the hedgehogs. Breathing softly she waited for even the faintest noise.

Instantly her ears twitched, perking a bit she turned to the left. Sprinting off she found a red and blue hedgehogs under a tree. Valerie slowly made her towards them and crouch to their height.

"Hi." She gently called out. Slowly reaching her hand out, it sniffed it before coming near and rubbing itself on it.

"You guys are bunch escape artist huh?" She mused, delicately picking it up. Her ears perked up, catching a faint conversation. Following till she found herself with two mobs.

"M-miss Valerie!" They exclaimed in surprised, especially to her ears.

"Here." She placed them on their hands.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Now if you excuse me, I got more to find."

She did this a few more times: She would listen to the hedgehogs, find them and give them to a nearby Heartslyabul student. So far she found at least 20 or so for half an hour.

Valerie huffed and fanned herself using her shirt, she having a particularly hard time in finding these guys. The tiny things were master on invasion and giving her a good challenge. Inhaling she concentrated once more, walking silently as she did in hopes to hear the better.

Finally, soft rustling in the bushes caught her attention. Nimbly making her way to the source, she pulled it back to to find a red, green and orange hedgehogs staring up at her.

"C'mere." She scooped them up and made her way to the nearest students, whose hair perfectly matched the hedgehogs she's carrying.

They blinked at the sight before them, heat rising to their cheeks at the adorable sight.

"V-Valerie." Riddle stuttered, clearly didn't expect this.

"Yeah, hi." She sheepishly grinned.

"This is an interesting turn of events?" Commented Trey, fixing his gaze on her ears.

"Vally, you look so cute!" The strawberry blonde gushed, taking out his phone and snapping pictures of the girl.

"Haha, thank you Cater." She did cute little poses. Holding the hedgehogs up to her face.

"#Cutie! #Rabbitears #foundthehedgehogs #livinguptothename." He quickly uploaded it.

Riddle quickly regained his composure and took the hedgehogs out of her hands.

"Thank you, Valerie now we can resume the unbirthday party."

"So." Deuce started. "What happened to you?"

After placing the hedgehogs in their cages, everyone was seated on the tables and enjoying the party, and were quite curious of her ears.

The girl summarized on what happened yesterday and this morning. Ace snickered at the end of her explanation.

"Jeez, Val, your a total disaster magnet." He ran his finger on her ears.

"It gets worse when I'm with you guys." She teased.

"Your so mean, Princess!" Ace dramatically placed his hand over his heart, 'hurt' by her words.

"But you look so cute! Look how much likes your photo is getting." The leaf-green eyed male showed her his phone, which was gradually getting likes.

"They don't make you uncomfortable, do they?" Trey asked, as he handed her another strawberry tart. Which she gratefully accepted.

"Besides having more sensitive hearing, I'm good" She replied. She moved her hands up, away from Grim's greedy outstretched paws. Trey handed him a blueberry cheesecake.

"This transformation has been a great help, especially when dealing with Savanaclaw. You should have seen the amount of students I sent in the infirmary." She added with a giggle.

"There was even a dragon there that wanted to challenge her. But he got dragged off." Grim chimed in, taking large bite of his cheesecake.

"A dragon?"

"He brushed off my abilities because of the potion." Just remembering his words gave her a headache.

Ugh, if mom was in Cloud Valley she would have made every man there submit to her.

"But in the end, you still sustain injuries." Riddle interjected, examining her bandaged arm. He sipped his tea as the girl's face flushed.

"T-that's a mistake in my part. I got ahead of myself, I would have still beaten Leona if I had been more aware of my surroundings." Frustration crinkled her eyes, with those ears of hers should would have heard him and at least give him a black eye.

Mom would have scold her for her carelessness.

"Aww, don't make that face Vally; let's just enjoy the party." Cater coaxed bring her and Grim for a selfie, which was soon joined by Ace, Deuce and Trey who grabbed Riddle with him.

"Say cheese!"

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"Miss her ears already." Deuce mumbled, as he stared at the girl.

As promised, Crewel gave her the antidote and she reverted back to her normal self. Although, some were beginning to miss her ears.

They just looked so cute on her.

It was P.E and they were doing some warm up stretches. Valerie was just doing splits when a shadow fell over her.

"Kemonohito! Re-match now!"

This guy...

"We're in class. Can we do this later?" She reasoned.

His face twisted in anger, before a whistle blew.

"Alright! I prepared an obstacle course! Whoever reaches the finish line first in the shortest amount of time will receive a plus points!"

One by one the boys took the course, Vargas always saved Valerie for last cause he knows that she might destroy everything.

Vargas focused his gaze on Valerie.

"Kemonohito you're up!"

As she took her position, she examined the field. High walls, mannequins, vaults and beams, perfect for her rabbit self, but it wasn't there anymore. She shook her head, she trained for years, she didn't need it.

The whistle blew

She blurred through the field. Destroying the mannequins and jumping over the high walls with ease. By the time she finished it, she left a path of destruction.

"2:05s! The fastest one yet! Fantastic job, but next time don't destroy everything. Seriously I just got this raise." The man grumbled more as he scribbled on his clipboard.

Meanwhile, her idiot trio stared at her, shock written on their faces. When she walked up to them, they bombarded her with questions.

"How did you do that!?"

"Can you teach me!

"I thought you weren't a rabbit anymore."

All she could do was shrug.

"Maybe I got the leftover DNA. But whatever the case is, I love it."

She had a wide smile on their face, oh this was going to be good.

A/N: Cloud Valley belongs to @phoenix-manga

@poisonapplecakes1312

#twisted wonderland #twst #valerie kemonohito #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #divus crewel

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Valentine’s Day

context: Remus has been out since the beginning of the year, Sirius realized he likes Remus over winter break, it’s now valentine’s day

James knew it was silly to be upset that Lily had a date for Valentine’s day.

They weren’t dating - they were barely even friends. But watching Benjy Fenwick give Lily a box of pink chocolates during breakfast pulled at his heartstrings and he couldn’t help but sigh. Remus glanced at him before following his gaze towards Lily who was now laughing at something Benjy said.

“Lily didn’t say anything to me about liking Benjy, it might just be a date because it’s Valentine’s day,” Remus comforted, bumping his shoulder against James’. “I can ask her about it later?”

James smiled weakly, “It doesn’t matter, she wouldn’t like me either way.”

“She’s warming up to you!” Peter weighed in from across the table. “She’s your partner in Potions.”

“That was in the beginning of the year, not much has happened since.”

“Maybe next year, mate.” Sirius just shrugged, glancing back at Benjy once more. “I thought he way gay.”

“Sirius!” Remus hissed, glancing around to see if anyone heard. “You can’t just say that!”

Sirius turned to him with wide eyes, “But I thought he was! ‘S not a bad thing, I didn’t know he wasn’t.”

James snorted at their exchange, thankful for their antics as it improved his mood just a touch. Though he had been kidding around, Sirius caught James’ eye in a silent question and he offered him a smile in return.

And though he tried to convince himself he doesn’t really care that much, James couldn’t help but watch as Lily left the Great Hall, her long red hair swishing with every step she took. Benjy was still next to her, and they seemed to be in some sort of intense conversation, but James decided to ignore him, instead focusing on her bright smile. As long as she was happy.

Thankfully, Valentine’s day had fallen on a Saturday this year - so James could go to his dorm and not sulk instead of watching couples make out in every class. Deep down, he was glad none of his friends had dates, they could all be lonely together.

Even though Sirius and Remus had been hopelessly pining, he knew they wouldn’t resort to making out in the dorm, so he was safe. And Peter, he knew he could always count on Peter to be mindful about stuff like that, even if he had no one to kiss.

He had totally not been moping on his bed after dinner when Peter plopped down on the foot of his bed with a grin.

When Peter didn’t say anything he asked, “What’s up, Pete?”

“I know you’re sad, or not sad, or whatever. But that doesn’t mean we have to do nothing today! Remus had an idea, wanna hear it?” Peter asked hopefully, blue eyes twinkling.

James couldn’t say no to him. “What is it?”

“So you know that passageway that leads to Honeydukes? We were thinking of sneaking out and getting some fun stuff!” Peter waggled his eyebrows. “Like firewhiskey fun?”

James brightened at the idea, “I like the direction this is going in. We going now?”

Peter shrugged, “It only really takes two of us to make the trip. It’s easy for me to sneak in and get what we need, and someone to help carry it back. Remus volunteered.”

James narrowed his eyes at this, leaning back to rest on his palms. “Why are you even asking me, sounds like you’ve got it all figured out?”

“We knew you’d agree,” Peter assured, patting his shoulder and scrambling off the bed. “I think Sirius is heading back, we’ll be back soon!”

True to his word, as Peter left the dorm, Sirius slipped in. In his arms were various different snacks for the night, and James smiled at the sight of his favorites. He helped Sirius lay them out on the floor, almost like a little picnic, sorting them out by each item.

“Is this all because Lily has a date with someone else? I promise I’m not that hung up over it, we’re barely friends and it’s just a silly crush.”

Sirius just laughed, tossing his dark hair over his shoulder. “Nah, we wanted to have some fun. Who knows what we’ll be doing for Valentine’s day next year. We ought to spend it with each other while we still can.”

“And?”

“Okay, and you looked downright miserable. Merlin, you’re whipped for Lily,” Sirius caved in despite the smile playing at his lips. He went back to arranging the snacks, shaking the hair out of his eyes.

“Says you,” James prodded back at him. “Oh Moony, I love your vinyls, of course I’ll sing to you.”

Sirius cheeks burned red at his words, “I thought you were asleep, you wanker. He was sad and tired and in pain, I was being a good friend.”

“Right, because I sing to you in French when you’re sad?”

“Why are we talking about me, what happened to Lily? You never had a problem talking about her for hours and hours and hours before.”

“Exactly, we’ve heard enough about Lily. Anything new about Remus?” James propped up his face on his palm, watching Sirius.

“I dunno. He’s still gay, I think that’s good,” Sirius started, obviously uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. “He’s not hanging out with a guy for Valentine’s day.”

“You are so bad at this,” James groans at the lack of juicy information.

“I’m sorry I don’t want to talk to you about boys!” Sirius exclaims. “Can’t exactly tell you about his looks and stuff.”

“I have eyes. Remus is attractive,” James nods motivatingly. “C’mon, just tell me, I wanna know.”

“Fine.” Sirius pauses, collecting his thoughts before chewing on his lower lip. “This is weird, but he’s gotten a lot more attractive since I realized I liked him. Like, he’s always been hot, ugh it’s so weird to say that out loud, but I dunno it’s different now. Maybe he’s always been like this and I just didn’t think about it?”

“Mmhm.”

“I noticed he blushes a lot nowadays. I can’t tell if it’s because of me or if it’s just something he always used to do and I didn’t realize,” Sirius murmured before mirroring James and leaning his face against his palms. “It’s really cute though.”

“He doesn’t blush around me,” James smiled suggestively. “Maybe it’s something he only does around you.”

Sirius didn’t really know what to say to that and kind of just stared at him before shrugging. “Blushing doesn’t mean he likes me. I mean, in the end, he’s my best friend. Anything I look into could be normal. I mean, you and I sleep in the same bed a lot, so what’s different about Remus and I doing it.”

“I don’t sing to you in french, and he doesn’t read to me when I can’t sleep,” James reminds him with a pointed stare.

“Oh my god, back at it with the singing? He said he liked it and it was after the moon, it wasn’t like that.”

“You were in his bed with him and were singing to him.” James enunciates every word. “Are you blind?”

Sirius swiped at his glasses, effectively knocking them off his head. “Says you!”

Huffing, James grabs for his glasses and puts them back on, pushing back his dark hair. “Not fair. That was dirty.”

“Oh hush, you drama queen.” Sirius rolls his eyes but it’s all in good fun. “Okay, I talked about Remus, now you tell me whatever it is about Lily that’s bugging you.”

James finally gave in to his best friend. “Okay fine. I thought things were going okay, y’know? Like, she wanted to be my Potions partner at the beginning of the year. And I tried not to be overbearing or anything and I dunno, I thought we were kinda friends? And then she kind of just stopped?”

“Stopped?”

“Like, she doesn’t ignore me. But she doesn’t seem much interested anymore. In being friends, I gave up on the whole dating thing for now. And then Benjy just comes in and they hit it off like right away. Kind of hurt, I dunno.”

Sirius ponders what he said, nodding a bit. “I’m not sure, honestly, girls are kind of confusing. Moony’s really good with it, Peter too, his advice is the best. Maybe you can ask them when they’re back? There’s gotta be a reason, I don’t think she’d just shut you out for no reason.”

“I guess,” James agrees, but he doubts they can say anything to make this situation better. Either way she doesn’t want to be his friend.

Remus and Peter worked fast, because soon enough they were back with armfuls of drinks. Not all of them were alcohol, and James spotted a couple butterbeers in the mix. The weirdest though was this bright pink bottle Remus had tucked in the fold of his arm.

“Did you get a love potion?” Sirius questioned, jumping to his feet to inspect the bottle.

“No, it’s just a normal drink.”

“But it’s pink!” Peter chipped in, enthusiastically. “Isn’t the bottle cool?”

James smiled at his excitement, “Yeah, it’s cool, Pete.”

Soon enough they had all sorted out the drinks and food and were lounging about the floor. A game of truth or dare had started up only to be shot down because there wasn’t much the boys wanted to know about one another for the truths. This time, there was more than one bottle of firewhiskey so the boys each had one, and it was working wonders.

Peter had been telling some story when he ended up mentioning Lily, before turning to James with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, mate.”

“You guys are horrible,” James groaned. “Acting like we just got divorced or something. I’m fine!”

Remus shrugged, “It’s okay not to be fine. You’ve liked her forever, it hurts.”

James felt as if he wasn’t just talking about Lily but didn’t say much about it. Instead he spilled the thought that’s nagging at him for the past couple days.

“Do you think it’s because I’m-” James gestured to his face.

The boys exchanged looks, ones filled with clear confusion.

“You’re not ugly,” Peter finally spoke up, though his statement sounded more like a question.”

“No, I know I’m not ugly,” James blew a breath out, dropping his head back against the footboard of the bed he was leaning against. “I meant that I’m not white.”

A hush fell over the group at his words.

“I’m not saying she’s racist, or something,” James rushed to add in. “But I dunno, sometimes I think she’d give me a chance if I wasn’t brown.”

“I don’t think it’s your race, more you being a prat,” Remus assured him. “I don’t think Lily cares about that sort of stuff.”

James’ voice seemed small when he spoke, “Every guy she’s ever liked or been with was white. It doesn’t matter how attractive I am.”

Sirius had scooted over next to him and threw an arm over his shoulder, squeezing his arm. “I think you’re overthinking this a bit. I mean, Mary’s black and they’re friends!”

“Yeah, well she’s not going to date Mary, is she?” James shrugged off Sirius’ arm. “I’m not overthinking this. Tons of people don’t like people like me, it’s just a fact. I can’t ignore it.”

Peter who had been quiet this whole time finally spoke up. “If she doesn’t like you because of your skin color, then you’re not missing out. Lily’s awesome, but she doesn’t deserve you, if that’s why.”

“See! Peter always has good advice about stuff like this!” Sirius points out, bumping his shoulder against James’.

“I guess.” James just shrugged, eager to change the subject. “Anything new with you, Peter?”

He began another story about something he overheard some fourth years talking about, and while James tried his hardest to listen, the alcohol and time weren’t on his side. At first, he decided that lying down and listening to Peter might make it easier, but it did the opposite. WIthin minutes his eyes had slid shut, face nestled in the crook of his arm.

“Did he just fall asleep in the middle of my story?” Peter asked, thoroughly baffled. He leaned forward and was about to prod his forehead when Remus smacked his hand away.

“Let him be. He’s having his own problems, let him sleep.”

Peter agreed wordlessly, and Sirius scooted further away to not wake him up while talking.

“Remus, you got an eye on anyone?” Peter asked, turning his attention towards him. “I haven’t heard you mention anyone.”

Remus just shrugged wordlessly, and Sirius scanned his face for any signs of him lying.

“No one?” Sirius questioned, his eyes zeroing in on the way Remus was fidgeting with the edge of his sweater.

“Nah, no one. I promise,” Remus assured, raising his eyes to Sirius’. Sirius didn’t pull his away, silently challenging him. They stared for a solid thirty seconds before Remus broke it off, instead glancing at Peter.

“What about you Peter? How’s your love life going?”

Sirius tried his best to look at Peter but everytime he closed his eyes he could envision Remus’ warm eyes boring into his one, an eyebrow raised challengingly. Drunk Remus had a lot more confidence than sober Remus. As Peter began talking, Remus shimmied around before ending up lying on the floor with an arm behind his head, eyes trained on Peter.

“Sometimes, I think I’ll never get my first kiss,” Peter sighed, pursing his lips. “It’s already fifth year, and I’ve never kissed anyone. I feel like it’s even more embarrassing the longer I go without it.”

“James didn’t kiss anyone till Halloween,” Sirius supplied, trying to comfort him but it had no effect. “I don’t think it matters.”

“But he kissed someone! What if I never kiss anyone, ever?” Peter covered his face with his hands with a groan. “I’m going to be seventy and still waiting for my first kiss.”

“I’ll kiss you,” Remus offered nonchalantly, sitting up. “I’m good at kissing.”

Peter’s eyes widened and he shook his head furiously, “N-no. Gay people are cool and all, but I’m not gay. No offense.”

Remus snorted at the fact that he was apologizing for being straight. “Kissing a boy doesn’t make you gay. Think of it as practice so you don’t embarrass yourself when you kiss a girl you like.”

Sirius looked between the two of them incredulously, “Peter, you’re not actually considering this are you?”

Peter chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating it. “Er, I mean, it would be fast right? And no one would really know…”

“That’s the spirit!” Remus grinned, seeming way too happy to help. He sat up properly, shifting around to perch on his heels.

“No tongue, okay?” Peter looked awfully scared, but he crawled closer to Remus. “And do it really fast.”

“Quit acting like you’re getting a shot,” Remus rolled his eyes before leaning in to place his lips on Peter’s.

Remus didn’t touch Peter’s face or anything, but he did put a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady. He didn’t use tongue, but it definitely wasn’t a quick kiss. Sirius hated the way he couldn’t look away from the two of them, and honestly wasn’t quite sure what to feel - on one hand, it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen, on the other hand, he wished it was him who Remus was kissing.

When Remus pulled away, he was smirking, looking very proud of himself. Peter was bright red and he leaned back with wide eyes, before returning back to his spot on the floor. He rubbed his lips against each other before shooting Remus a scared look again.

“I think some of his gay rubbed off on me,” Peter whispered, a blush still painting his cheeks.

Even Sirius had to laugh at this.

“What, was it that good?” Remus quirked an eyebrow, and his whole composure about it was so attractive - the way he had been so confident about his skills and how he had taken charge and, Merlin, the way he smirked afterward. Sirius couldn’t pull his eyes away, and then Remus was turning to look at him, catching his gaze. “You want one too?”

Sirius immediately shook his head, cheeks heating up. “I’m good.”

“Suit yourself. See, Pete, am I not a good kisser?” Remus turned his attention back to Peter who wasn’t quite as red anymore.

“Well, I have nothing to compare it to,” Peter began but at Remus’ glare he shook his head, “Er, yeah. You are.”

Remus grinned triumphantly, lying down on his back again with his hands crossed behind his head. The position flexed his arms and Sirius was once again staring. He knew he was being painfully obvious, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Remus was so attractive he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t do this.

Peter broke the silence, “I think I’m going to bed. Should we just leave James there?”

The three glanced at James who was sprawled on the floor snoring.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna carry him into his bed,” Sirius decided, leaning over to pluck James’ glasses off his face. He folded them up and set them on the nearest table.

“Cool, night guys,” Peter mumbled, stumbling over to his bed and shutting the curtains as the boys echoed him.

Remus made no move to get up so Sirius nudged his leg with his foot. When he didn’t reply, Sirius crawled over to his side, “Hellooo.”

This time Remus just hummed sleepily so Sirius layed down onto the floor next to him, stretching out to stretch a bit. The plush carpet of the floor welcomed Sirius and he let out a content sigh at how comfortable the position was, no wonder Remus didn’t want to get up. Barely a minute passed before he grew bored, and turned on his side to face Remus, propping up his head on his hand. His dark hair fell into his eyes and he wrinkled his nose at it, as if it would help.

“Stop staring at me,” Remus mumbled without opening an eye.

Sirius scowled at this. “You can’t even see me. How do you know if I’m staring or not?”

“Magic.”

“Oh, shove off,” Sirius groaned, smacking Remus’ shoulder causing him to laugh.

His laugh was soft as to not wake up the others, including James who was barely feet away from them, but was still joyful and it made Sirius smile. Remus’ face relaxed as he quieted down and he looked so utterly content that Sirius wished he could take a photo. It wasn’t often that he got to witness Remus so carefree and just simply existing, and Sirius reveled in it.

“You’re still staring,” Remus reminded, a cocky smile pulling at his lips that made Sirius’ stomach flip. “Something on my face?”

Sirius couldn’t be bothered to deny it, instead he brushed a finger against Remus’ cheekbone. “Freckles.”

Usually Remus’ freckles faded as the cold crept in and would’ve been long gone by a normal February. Yet somehow, they had reappeared, lighter than in summer but still present, dusting his cheeks and nose.

Remus hummed, “We took a trip to Spain over winter break and I found a spell to stop the fading.”

At his words Sirius realized that he hadn’t been this close to Remus since long before winter break and that it had taken him a month and half to notice. Despite the fact that it took him so long, he loved them. Remus’ freckles were one of his favorite features about him, and to have them all year long made his smile grow.

“They’re like constellations,” Sirius mused, letting his finger drift from Remus’ nose to his temple. Though the effects of the firewhiskey were fading, it still gave him a small confidence boost to even think of reaching out and touching Remus like that. He knew that Remus wouldn’t be so willing to be studied if it wasn’t for the alcohol.

“See yourself?” Remus still had his eyes shut and the dull lighting of the room cast shadows of his eyelashes onto his cheekbones.

Sirius squinted his eyes at the freckles, mentally going through every constellation he knew. He finally arrived at one and traced it out, “There’s Cepheus.”

Remus didn’t flinch back but his eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Sirius, pupils blown out to adjust to the lack of light. Sirius realized with a start that his finger was absentmindedly tracing Remus’ face still and retracted his hand sheepishly.

“Er, I should get to bed.” Sirius stood abruptly, turning towards his bed to avoid Remus’ eyes. “Night.”

He had just sat down onto his bed and was about to pull the curtains shut when Remus called out his name, having stood up from the floor and hovering near his own bed. But when Sirius turned his questioning stare towards Remus he just swallowed.

“Never mind. Goodnight.”

The exchange was weird and Sirius wanted to ask what he was going to say but decided against it. Something about Remus’ gaze was unnerving, he seemed almost scared?

What could Remus possibly be scared of?

#marauders #marauders era #jily #jily fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #valentines day #james potter x lily evans #remus lupin x sirius black

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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Twenty-Four | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Female!Actress!Reader

Warnings: me trying to be funny, no-no words, me trying very hard to be funny, like really hard, but I’m not. Sexual innuendo.

wc; 4.1K

A/N: dedicated to the one and only Tom Holland, can you believe he’s 24?? I’m going to cry. Happy birthday Tom! Also let’s pretend I had a creative title. I’m really sorry this is so bad, a great idea came right when I finished :(

Synopsis: This year you decide to surprise time on his birthday. With the help of the boys, what could possibly go wrong?

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“Hey darling,” Tom spoke excitedly through the phone.

"hi baby," You greet in return, holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder. "What's up?"

"Just checking in on my lovie," He said.

You roll your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips, "sure, Tom."

He laughs, the sound making your grin, as you shift your phone to your hand, finally having dropped your stuff in the back of the car.

"Alright, you caught me. I was wondering if you were going to be able to make it to London?"

"Oh baby," You sigh sadly. "I wish I could, but they have to re-shoot some scenes here and they're keeping me for an extra week. Then I have press for a few weeks."

Tom huffs through the phone, "so you really don't think you'll make it?" You can hear the sadness in his voice and it breaks your heart a bit to lie to him like this.

"No, I'm so sorry. Believe me, if there was even the slightest chance I could be there, I would."

"I know, lovie, I know. Just haven't seen you in so long and I really hoped you'd be there."

You bit your lip anxiously, "I'm sorry, truly. I'll be sure to Facetime you."

"Okay," Tom sighs sadly.

"I love you, bubs," You said, hoping to cheer him up a bit.

"I love you too."

"I gotta go, I just arrived home, I'll speak to you soon?"

"Mhmm, miss you."

"Miss you more, all my love."

The line goes dead and you send Harry a quick text.

Step One: Completed. Tom has no idea.

...

"(Y/N)!!" Harry said, jogging up to you. He tackles you in a bone-crushing hug and you stumble a bit, wrapping your arms around the redhead. Sam follows up behind, laughing as he takes your suitcase from you. You hug Harry back, grinning at the warmth you received from the Holland twins. It felt like you were home again.

"Jeez, Harry you'd think I died or something!" You joke, wiggling out of his grasp and going to hug Sam as well.

"Sorry, it's just you being here means Tom will finally shut up about how much he misses you."

"You still have two days," Sam points up, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"Whatever man, at least she's here."

"Happy to be here." You smile as the three of you walk towards the exit, “What did you tell Tom?”

“Sam said we were picking up Elysia’s sister,” Harry replied.

You nod your head as you push open the Airport doors. The London weather is a drastic change from the usually hot and humid L.A., but you very much prefer it. The sky was a bright blue, a few cotton ball clouds floating in the distance, occasionally blocking out the sun. There was a slight breeze, but nothing too chilly. It was just perfect weather, you could only hope it stayed this way until Tom's birthday. The twins lead you to the car and Sam deposits your luggage in the trunk as you open the door to the back. Both boys climb into the front, shutting the door behind them.

"So, what's the plan?"

...

Harry pulls into the driveway, announcing your arrival. He's about to get out of the car when Harrison comes running out the door. He gives Harry a deer in the headlights look, hands waving frantically. Sam rolls down his window, poking his head.

"What?" He yells.

Harrison sighs defeated, he gestures with his thumb behind him. Tom pokes his head out the door, a solemn look on his face.

"Get down!" Harry screeches at you, turning around. You slip off your seat, folding yourself behind Sam's seat. You hug your knees to your chest, holding your breath. There's a whooshing sound as Harry tosses a jacket over your head, trying his best to conceal you from his brother's eyes. Tom walks over to the car as Sam laughs nervously.

"Thought you were golfing with Harrison?" He inquired.

Tom sighs, "I wasn't in the mood. Where's Elysia?"

"What?" Sam asked, receiving a quick kick to his seat from you.

"Right! She - uh - we dropped her off at a cafe!"

Harry smacks his head down on the wheel, convinced Sam just blew their cover. Tom gives his brother a quizzical look, "You left your girlfriend at a cafe?"

"Yes?"

"Tom! Your dad needs your help to hang something!" Nikki shouts, trying to get her eldest son away from you.

"Coming mum!" Tom replies, leaving his brothers alone. The twins exhale loudly as he disappears inside the house. There's a loud commotion and your side door is pulled open and you tumble onto the pavement.

"Sorry!" Harrison apologizes, helping you up and squeezing you into his arms.

"Haz!" You exclaim, hugging him. "I've missed you!"

"I think we know who the favorite is," Harry mumbles. You step back from Harrison to see Nikki and Paddy approaching you. Nikki squeals, pulling you into a tight hug and you laugh.

"Hi, darling! Safe flight?"

"Hey, Nikki! Can't complain."

She steps back to allow Paddy to say hello.

"Hey, Padster!" You cheer, wrapping him in a side hug.

"Hi (Y/N)!"

"It's so good to see you guys," You gush. Ever since meeting Tom, you had become very close with his family and friends. As soon as he brought you home Nikki had gushed to you about how much he talked about you, making you smile. His family was very warm and welcoming and it made you feel at home.

"We've missed you!" Paddy said.

"Mum!" Tom calls out. Harrison immediately shoves you behind him and you yelp in protest, before clamping your mouth shut and trying your best to shield yourself.

"Yes, dear?" Nikki said.

"Nevermind!"

Everyone rolls their eyes and you cautiously step out from behind Harrison.

"So, how do you plan to sneak me in?" You ask quietly.

Everyone looks at each other, eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, we wouldn't be worrying about it if Harrison could keep Tom away!" Harry accuses.

"I texted you!" Harrison defends.

"With your shit phone, there's no surprise as to why I never got it."

Harrison rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue out at the redhead before turning toward you. "How many spy movies have you done?"

"Three?"

He claps his hands together, "I have a plan!"

"We might as well give up now!" Harry sighed, receiving a glare from Harrison.

"It's a great plan, mind you," He snorts. "If we can distract Tom long enough and pull him into the other rooms then we could (Y/N) upstairs without him noticing."

There's a moment of silence as everyone ponders the idea. They only had to hide you from Tom, that should be easy enough. Plus the house was big enough to hide you somewhere should it not work out.

"Let's do it!" Paddy grinned, "It'll be like a spy movie!"

"We don't have much of a choice," Sam comments, peering in through one of the windows.

"I'll bring him to the kitchen," Nikki offers, heading back inside. The three boys follow her, Harry tuning around to point an accusing finger at Harrison, "don't screw this up, mate."

Harrison rolls his eyes, "I won't."

You watch with keen eyes as a small thumbs up appear in the window, letting you and Harrison know the back entrance was clear. You both make a run for the back door, crouching low just in case. Harrison puts a finger to his lips, receiving an eye roll from you. He smirks, poking his head in the door to ensure Tom wasn't lurking around anywhere. He sticks a hand out, beckoning you closer. You comply, taking a few steps forward before a string of curses fall from Harrison's lips and he tumbles back from the door and tackles you to the ground. You bite your lip, caging in any sounds from his sudden attack. Your eyes bug out at him, eyebrows pinched together as a silent 'what the hell.' He mouths 'Tom' to you before poking his head in the window again. You push yourself into a sitting position, wiping up off the dirt from your outfit.

"Can you run?" Harrison asked, turning around.

"Yes, but are you sure that's-" He doesn't let you finish before he opens the back door and shoves you inside. Sam runs into the room, ushering you to the next room over.

"He's coming!" He half whispers half yells. Sam goes to stand next to Harrison, giving you a thumbs up and mouthing the word kitchen to you. Tom strolls into the room and Sam waves a discreet hand at you and you pull yourself from your hiding place and tiptoe to the kitchen. Your footsteps fall silently on the plush carpet of the living room and you feel like you can finally breathe since your arrival. However, the moment of peace doesn't last long and before you know it there's the scurrying of paws and loud barking. Tessa happily runs into the room, tail wagging happily when she sees her mom.

"Hi, Tess!" You whisper, bending down to scratch behind her ears. She barks loudly and you press a kiss to her forehead. "Mmm, I know, excited to see you too, but I'm here to surprise daddy."

"Tom, wait!" Sam shouts and you take that as your cue to get moving. You pat Tessa's head one last time before running into the kitchen where Nikki is waiting with Paddy. She leads you to the stairs as Paddy grabs Tessa to prevent her from chasing after you. She whines loudly and Paddy shushes her.

"Do you know where the guest room is?" She asked. You nod and she smiles at you, "I'll have one of the boys drop off your luggage once we get rid of him."

You laugh at her choice of words before thanking her and scurrying up the stairs. You stroll down the hallway, admiring all the baby pictures of the boys. Your eyes land on your favorite one of Tom. He's clad in a superman suit, lips pursed together as he climbs over the obstacle course. You study the picture a little longer, soaking in all the features of your boyfriend. Was he really turning 24? Seems like you just met yesterday, back when you both were both new in the acting business, just starting in your careers. Things seemed much simpler back then when your biggest worries were if you had made the cast. It was already your third year spent celebrating Tom's birthday. Oh, how time flies. It didn't feel like three years, more like three days. Your eyes scan the array of photos and land on one from last year's birthday celebration. It was taken late at night when most of the guests had cleared out. Tom had an arm around your waist and you were resting both hands on his broad shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The photo wasn't the best quality, as a drunk Harrison had taken it and the only light was coming from the living room. Nonetheless, it still held a special memory with it.

Drunk giggles escaped your lips as you stumbled over the carpet. You had ditched your heels long ago, but that didn't stop you from being a klutz. The night seemed to drag on forever, yet seemed over in the blink of an eye. You were properly tipsy, having drowned multiple shots (courtesy of the Holland boys) and drinking glass after glass of some fancy champagne. It was probably some time between midnight at two A.M. You weren't quite sure, having lost track a while ago and frankly, you weren't sure where your phone was either. You stopped walking for a minute to collect your thoughts. Where was your phone? Patting yourself down, you laugh at your stupidity when you feel it in your back pocket.

"(Y/N)?" Harry asked, poking his head into the room.

"Oh, hi!" You exclaim, turning around and almost tripping over your feet.

Harry takes one look at your drunken smile before sighing, "Tom! Your girl's drunk!"

"Liar!" You accuse, crossing your arms over your chest, a pout adorning your lips.

Harry rolls his eyes, slightly tipsy himself, but had sobered up enough to comprehend his thoughts. Tom comes running into the room, "What? Where is she?"

"Harry you tattletale!" You whined, stomping your feet on the plush carpet. Tom laughs at the sight in front of him, shooing Harry off with a wave of his hand. He walks up to you, reaching out to place his warm hands on the exposed skin of your arms, rubbing small circles on them.

"I don't like Harry," You pout, looking up at your boyfriend with big doe eyes.

"Mean either," Tom agrees, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

"I heard that!" Harry calls out from the kitchen.

You both ignore him and Tom leans in to press his forehead to yours, you giggle, biting your lip. "happy birthday."

"it's midnight, so technically it's not my birthday anymore," Tom points out. You roll your eyes before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He whines when you pull away, not having enough.

"'m tired," You said, rubbing your eyes, a yawn escaping your lips. Tom chuckles as you latch onto his arm, resting your head on his shoulder. He presses a tender kiss to your hairline.

"then let's go to bed, lovie."

You arrived at the boy's flat with Sam and Paddy at two. Dom and Nikki had just left with Tom, keeping him away from where the party was supposed to be held later that night. You opened the door, dropping your bag in the corner and placing the rest of the decorations on the kitchen counter.

"We're here!" Sam announced, walking around and searching for the boys.

"Hello?" Paddy calls out, looking upstairs.

"No, you div! It goes this way!"

"But look at the instructions!"

"fuck the instructions, mate!"

"you all royally screwed this up."

"you're not helping Tuwaine."

The three of you look at each other, snickering as you walk into the open backyard. Tuwaine stands tall, arms crossed over his chest as Harrison and Harry argue about how to set up the table. Sam coughs loudly, causing them all to turn to you.

"And this is why we don't have nice things," You said smugly, smirking as all three of them roll their eyes. You laugh, pulling Tuwaine into a hug, "good to see you again."

"Likewise, it's nice to have a lady around here."

You giggle, stepping back, "I can imagine."

The six of you step into the kitchen to discuss the plan for setting up. Sam was (obviously) in charge of food, Harry and Tuwaine were on drinks and setting up the tables outside, which leaves you, Paddy and Harrison to work on the actual decorations. You're all about to leave and get started when the door opens.

"I forgot my wallet!" Tom announces. Everyone freezes, eyes wide as they realize the birthday boy was here. Tuwaine curses under his breath.

"Hide!" Harrison hisses at you, Sam and Paddy. Sam runs outside, ducking under a window. Paddy glances around frantically before deciding to tuck himself into a far corner of the kitchen, somewhere between the kitchen and the fridge. Which leaves you, the one person Tom absolutely couldn't see, standing in the open air.

"the living room!" Tuwaine whispers and you nod, ducking yourself behind the couch.

"Have you guys seen my wallet?" Tom asked, stepping into the kitchen. From your place behind the couch, you can see Sam's mop of hair in the window, and Paddy squished into the corner. He's holding his breath as Tom steps around the room. Harrison leans against the counter obstructing Paddy from Tom's view.

"No, maybe it's upstairs?" Harry offers.

Tom shakes his head, "no, I think I left it in the living room."

Harry's face falls, panic written all over it. Tuwaine looks from you to Paddy to Sam, not at all being discreet about it.

"You can't!" Harrison shouted.

Tom gives him a quizzical look, "mate, what do you mean?"

"You can't go in there!"

If anything, that just made Tom more curious and he rolls his eyes, stepping into the room. Unbeknownst to him, you were huddled up next to the couch, eyes screwed shut and practically suffocating. Harry runs into the room, standing behind you, ensuring Tom couldn't step back and see you.

"What Haz is trying to say," Harry said, voice laced with venom as he shot the blonde a dirty look, "is that we saw it in your bedroom earlier."

"why were you in my room?" Tom inquires.

"Because that's what friends do?" Harry replied, smiling.

Tom nods his head, "Right, I'll keep my door locked from now on." With that, he turns on his heels and runs upstairs.

"You can't go in there? You can't go in there?" Harry whisper shouts at Harrison. "How was that going to stop him?"

"Oh please, you said we snooped in his room!"

"Like you haven't."

"Guys, I think I'm stuck," Paddy's small voice said.

Everyone turns toward him, he wiggles around, frowning as he doesn't budge. You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth as the absurdity of the situation.

"Found it!" Tom shouts, feet thundering against the stairs. He stops at the door, noticing a familiar handbag in the corner and he feels his heart stop. Had that always been there? He blinks once, twice, trying to make sense of the all too familiar Chanel bag.

"Guys, why is there a Chanel bag at the door?"

"Shit!" You curse, knowing that if he opens the bag, he'll know you're here. "don't let him open it!"

Tuwaine crosses into the doorway, grabbing the bag from Tom's hands.

"It's a gift!" he said, clutching it tightly in his hands.

"For?"

"For (Y/N)!"

"I'm pretty sure she has the same one."

"Oh well, you know Harrison, doesn't know shit."

Tom laughs, Harrison, throwing Tuwaine a glare.

"You're right. I'll be on my way now, don't want to keep mum waiting."

Tuwaine nods, "alright, mate. Have a good time with your parents. We'll be waiting for you."

Tom smiles at him, patting his arm before he shuts the door behind him. There's a collective sigh from everyone. Sam brushing off the dirt from the garden.

"We are never doing this again," You said.

"No way," They all agreed.

"Hello?!" Paddy yelped, "I'm still stuck!"

You scramble to your feet, running over to the youngest Holland. He holds his arms out and you grab onto his hands, pulling.

"He's not budging!" You cry out, dropping his arms.

"That's because you have no strength," Harrison scoffs, butting you out of the way. He does the same, grabbing onto Paddy and tugging. You cross your arms over your chest, giving him a pointed stare when Paddy doesn't budge. Harry walks over and you all tug on Paddy, there's a satisfying pop as he flies out of the corner and you all land on a heaping pile on the floor.

Tuwaine and Sam burst out laughing from above, clutching their stomachs as they double over, wiping tears from their eyes. You shove Harry off, standing up and brushing down your dress.

"I swear, you guys are going to kill me."

"That's the plan."

"Divs."

...

Almost four hours later and you were ready. The house had miraculously been transformed, food lining the kitchen counter and cases of beer resting on the fold-up tables outside. There was a banner hanging from the doorway that read, "happy birthday, Tom!" Streamers and confetti were strewn across the room, all a mixture of blue, red, and gold. You had to admit the boys had done a pretty good job of cleaning the place up. Harry had told all the guests to park a while away so that Tom wasn't suspicious when he arrived. Nikki had texted the boys not too long ago, saying they were almost there. Which was why you were currently making yourself at home in Tom's room. The boys were all hiding downstairs, lights dim as they waited. They had told you to wait in Tom's room as a surprise to him. It was also a plus because you were still slightly jet-lagged. You were sitting against the headboard, phone in your hand as you waited for your cue. There's the faint sound of keys jingling before the door is pushed open.

"Hello?" Tom calls out, flicking on the lights.

"Happy Birthday!" All the boys shouted. You hear a loud thud, followed by a string of curses and many apologies. Snickering to yourself, you figure Tom just fell over. He was never good at surprises.

"Wow, you guys did all this?" Tom asked, a smile painting his face.

"Of course, mate!" Harrison chirped as he wrapped him in a hug, "Happy birthday."

Tom sniffles, "I just wish (Y/N) was here."

You begin your descent down the stairs, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You could finally see your boyfriend. Your footsteps are silent against the wood stairs, "who said I wasn't?"

Tom spins on his heels as his jaw falls open if he wasn't crying before he was now, "(Y/N)?"

"Happy Birthday, baby!" You squeal as he runs to you and picks you up spinning you around.

"You made it! You're here! It's actually you," He spoke into your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. You comb your hands through his chestnut curls, making funny faces at the boys behind you who were all gagging.

"You didn't really think I'd miss my favorite person's birthday, did you?"

"I might've."

You smile at him, lacing your hands together, "Well, it was all Harry's idea."

"Of course it was."

"Are you going to kiss me or..?" You ask.

Tom wiggled his eyebrows, "Missed these lips?"

"Honestly, I've missed you d-"

"There are cHILDREN!" Sam screams, covering Paddy's ears.

"Shove off, I'm fifteen!" Paddy whines.

The boys all leave the room, giving you both some much-needed privacy.

Tom laughs as they leave, before pulling you flush against his chest. He lets go of your hands, running them along your arms before cupping your cheeks gently.

"If you don't kiss me within the next five seconds-" You warn before Tom playfully rolls his eyes and presses his lips to yours. You wind your hands behind his neck, trying to pull him closer because, god, he tastes so good. His lips are warm and tender, pressing against yours in an ever so soft way, but still passionate at the same time. He pulls away, sticking his tongue out at you and you giggle, missing his funny faces he'd always pull on set. Tom laces your hands together, pulling them to his lips to kiss the pad of each finger carefully.

"I've missed you so much, lovie," He said softly.

You burn under his gaze, after almost four years and he still has the same effect on you. "Missed you more, bubs, but I'm not going anywhere for a while."

"I love you so much, you know that?"

"I love you too, birthday boy. Now let's not keep your friends waiting, I'll get you all to myself later."

The rest of the night is spent next to Tom's side, always touching. Whether it was a hand around your waist, his hands interlocked with yours or a hand placed gently on your thigh. He goes around to all his friends and family, joking with them all thanking them for coming. He especially jokes with you and the boys as you tell the story of how they snuck you around.

"So that was your Chanel bag!" Tom said.

"Sure was, I was hiding behind the couch and told Tuwaine if you opened it up you would for sure know." You learned your head on Tom's shoulder, his arms wrapping and pressing a kiss to your forehead. All the boys fake gagging at the display of affection. "That explains everyone's weird behaviors."

The whole table laughs, beer, and glasses of alcohol clinking together.

You lift your glass, "A toast to the birthday boy and to all of you for getting me here as safely as you could."

Everyone raises their glasses, clinking them together.

"Happy Birthday, Tom! Twenty-Four years down and hopefully many many more to come!" Harry toasts. "Thank you for being the best older brother we could ask for."

"The best friend we could ask for."

"The coolest movie star."

"And the best boyfriend," You add, "I hope to be by your side for all those other birthdays. Even when your curls are gone."

"Likewise, baby," Tom chuckles, before sealing the night with a kiss.

— END —

🏷 Holland Taglist: @cams-lynn @runway-to-my-aid @peterspideyy @yoinkyourheart @t-monosapiens-h @hollandsamor @quaksonhehe

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theimpossiblescheme · 3 years

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Oh, man, I'm late to this but I saw this one and I just...10 with Alonzo and Mungojerrie (and Rumpleteazer)?

“I trust you’ll be attending tonight’s conference, Alonzo?” Macavity phrased it as a question, but everyone knew there was only one answer he’d accept.

So Alonzo squared his shoulders accordingly and tightened his jaw as he nodded. “Somebody’s gotta watch the doors. Make sure these… pampered shorthair types don’t try to sweet-talk their way out of a deal.”

The Mystery Cat smiled—at least, he turned up the sides of his mouth and flashed his teeth—and gave his own nod in response. “Good answer, dear boy. Now if you’d be so kind as to send for Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer—”

“They won’t be attending.”

One scarlet brow quirked upward, and Alonzo knew it could mean a number of things. Genuine confusion was rare, dry sarcasm likely, and scornful displeasure most common. “Oh?”

“Word on the street’s they went and got themselves caught. One of Scotland Yard’s police dogs.” The lie slipped out of him so naturally, he wondered if he should be worried, but right now there were bigger things at stake. Of course, he betrayed none of this and only gave a wry smirk. “Guess it’s what they get for lyin’ down on the job. Especially a job for you.”

“Hm… it would hardly be the first time,” Macavity drawled. “And I suspect it shan’t be the last. I do wonder sometimes why I keep them in my employ…”

“’Cause they’re the only ones dumb enough to go into Pollicle turf?” Alonzo ventured.

“It’s not a question of intelligence. It’s a question of how much one is willing to dirty one’s fur with their blood.” His tone was so nonchalant, so bloodless as he briefly unsheathed one jagged claw for effect, that Alonzo felt his ears pin against his skull in spite of himself. “I suppose I shall have to bail them out tomorrow morning.”

“I can take care of that, sir.”

“Oh, no—I shall need you at my side in case of further incidents after tonight. Żyleta will go to the station after them.”

“… With all due respect, do you think Żyleta can really hold her own against police dogs? She didn’t do so well in the last Soho skirmish, and I know that area better than she does. I’ll be fine.”

For a moment, Macavity studied him through narrowed gold eyes, and Alonzo stayed stock-still under the gaze he’d grown uncomfortably familiar with. Finally, he averted it. “Very well. But you will not stay out for more than an hour. I do have an organization to run, you understand.”

“I do understand. Thank you, sir.”

Macavity waved a paw at him and turned on his heel. “Upstairs, the Mouser’s Palace ballroom, tonight at eight. You will be on time.” The click click click of his nails against the hardwood floor followed him out of the room, and Alonzo felt his spine turn to jelly as he relaxed. That had gone better than he anticipated. Shaking his head to clear the ringing in his ears—a constant remnant of Macavity’s presence—he slipped over to one of the crates lining the walls of the cellar and pried it open. “All right, you two, the coast is clear.”

Rumpleteazer spent no time in latching herself onto Alonzo’s waist and hugging tightly, and Mungojerrie’s grinning face popped up behind her before he clambered out himself. “Thanks for the cover, mate—I really owe you one. Can’t have any of our marks recognizing us at a conference, y’know?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so clumsy, Vincenzio wouldn’t have recognized you at all,” Alonzo sniped back. It was just like them, to burgle one of their boss’s business partners right before a major meeting. Just their brand of brave stupidity.

Jerrie didn’t seem too bothered, but his grin did take on a somewhat sheepish edge. “Ah, well… you win some, you lose some, eh? Either way, thanks a lot. You really did save us a lot of trouble.”

“Yeah, well, don’t make me regret saving you.” But he couldn’t force that much bite into his voice. Not with Teazer still hugging him like this—it was impossible to be truly angry at her, at least. And the two of them were helping Demeter, so he needed them alive. That was how he rationalized it. And as he pried Teazer’s paws away and let the duo scamper off, he felt an odd heaviness in his chest watching them… though not a completely unpleasant feeling.

It definitely wouldn’t be the last time, he knew that much. Maybe he should dread that prospect more than he did.

“Thanks again!” Teazer called behind her in a loud stage-whisper and blew a playful kiss in Alonzo’s direction. This time, Alonzo only raised a paw. Think nothing of it.

#cats the musical #asked and answered #ride-a-dromedary #alonzo #macavity #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #Decided I'd make this a Macavity-era story for the three of them--it just felt right and I wanted to write more of their dynamic those days.#Alonzo's like a hedgehog--prickly on the outside and soft belly once you flip him over. <3

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concealeddarkness13 · 3 years

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WHG 15 Imposter Syndrome Part 5

Tagging: @sparkles-and-hens, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @maple-writes (also thanks for Volt!), @pen-of-roses, @thoughts-of-nora, and @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Priscilla Cristal and Atwater!)!

I stared at myself in the mirror as my stylist put the finishing touches on the most ghastly costume I had ever seen. I glanced over at my stylist, who had a permanent sneer on his face. “A cow. Really?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s not like you livestock people give me anything to work with.”

I glared at him. “How am I supposed to get sponsors like this?” I gestured at the full body suit of a cow, complete with a cow headpiece.

“Who cares? I didn’t sign up for District 10 anyway. They had to beg me to do it. You should be grateful.”

I snorted and started walking to the door. “Well, you should be grateful for this then.” I shot him double middle fingers before I slammed the door behind me.

This wouldn’t do at all. I would probably need supplies in the arena, so I would need sponsors. Which meant I couldn’t be seen in this hideous costume. I stalked the hallways, looking for either a stray stylist or some clothes I could steal.

The stray stylist showed up first. She (I think) was a sight with rainbow hair that stood a foot over her head and stiletto heels. Her lips thinned as she looked me up and down. “I see my fellow stylists are incompetent, as usual.”

I put on my best dramatic pleading expression: wide eyes, jutted out lower lip, hands clasped. “Please, you’re the only one who can help me. I bet your costumes are much better!”

She scoffed. “Begging doesn’t look good on you, dear.” Pause as I fix my face. “So, what would you want me to do about it?”

I winked, instead going for a jovial approach. “I bet you are better than my stylist. Would you happen to have something that would catch the crowd’s eye? It doesn’t have to be related to my district.”

“Of course it doesn’t.” She looked me up and down again and sighed. “You’re in luck. My district doesn’t want my idea anyway. How do you feel about pirates?”

I grinned. I was a pirate. “That sounds fabulous.”

She ushered me over to an empty changing room, and she commenced with getting me ready all on her own. It was a whirlwind, and she ran out afterwards, yelling that she had to go save my district mate from the same fate.

I grinned at my reflection. Much better. A black, slightly low cut tank top; skin-tight, black pants; knee-high, black lace up boots; a white coat that fastened around my neck so I didn’t have to put my arms through the sleeves; and a white tricorn hat. She had rushed an explanation that in the lights of the loading area and chariot presentation area, the white hat and coat would shine pastel rainbow colors. Just the right amount of flashy without being gaudy. I was ready now.

I wandered over to the chariot loading area, and just a few minutes after I arrived, Volt Powell and Atwater (I refused to call him by his first name for some reason) walked in dressed in the glorious costumes of a hen and a rooster. Shit. I probably would have looked similar. I shook with silent laughter until I could contain it and walked over to them with a grin. Aunt Reeves had known Volt and told me about her, and that Atwater fellow looked like he’d enjoy some mischief.

“Nice evening, isn’t it? I see some of us were more fortunate than others.”

Volt made a face. “You should be careful. Don’t want to waste your good fortune here, do you?”

I winked at her. “Ah, but I’d trade this costume a thousand times to stay near such a beauty.” I held out my hand. “Triel Reeves. District 10. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Reeves, huh?” She shook my hand firmly. “Volt Powell, District 11.”

I would have to ask her about her plots with Aunt Reeves. “Hmm. I might have some questions for you soon. But I don’t want to neglect Mr. Atwater over here.” I whipped around to him. “I must say, I was impressed by the string of curses coming out of your mouth before the Capitol cut away. It’s funny. They are fine with sending fucking children to their deaths. But cursing, on the other hand, is the evilest of sins.” I held out my hand to Atwater.

“They cut it?” He raised an eyebrow as his eyes focused on me. “Damn. Another victim of the Capitol’s tyrannous censorship.” He shook my hand. “Guess I don’t gotta introduce myself.”

“You’re that memorable. And your handsome face doesn’t hurt either.” I winked again. “I have a proposal for both of you which involves destroying the Capitol’s tenuous hold on the idea that they control everything. Would you two be willing to hear it?”

Volt crossed her arms and watched me before she shrugged. “Why not? Go for it.”

Atwater looked a little interested. “I’m listening.”

“I have an airship and a genius engineer who can sneak said airship into the arena to get as many tributes as possible out of the arena without the Capitol’s consent.” I eyed Volt. “I’m sure you’re familiar with airships and the not-so-legal side of things, and you know the captain and crew who taught me everything I know. I would be thrilled if you are interested. And even more thrilled if you would assist me in causing some malicious mischief against the Capitol before the plan is executed.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Really? Sounds like a stretch, doesn’t it?”

Shit. I should have known this would happen, but it still hit me like a blow to the stomach. But I forced my smile to not falter, even though my voice was shakier. “I’ve researched the Capitol and the arenas of the past. I even was able to get some information on blueprints for this arena from a reliable source. I-I even have a previous tribute on my side, and she knows all about what the Capitol throws at us in the arena.” Don’t think about how she basically told me to give up the last time I really talked to her. I cleared my throat. “I assure you, I have done everything I could to prepare. There won’t be any problems.”

“And what’s the catch?” Atwater’s voice was as smooth as silk, but there was something under it that didn’t sound so calm.

I shook my head. “Nothing! All I want to do is fuck with the Capitol and save people. Once we’re out of the arena, you can go wherever you want, no strings attached.” He snorted at that.

Volt sighed. “Trust me kid, just because you thought of everything doesn’t mean you really have.”

This was good practice for other dissenters. I just had to keep telling myself that as my hands grew clammy and I had to clasp them to stop them from shaking. “That may be true, but Captain Reeves made me work on improvising. I’ll be able to work with whatever happens.”

Atwater sounded pleasant when he spoke up. “I have only two questions. First: why the hell are you doing this? Second: how the fuck are you doing this? Specifically the escaping bit. They have force fields around the arena, by the way. And it’s guarded by a fleet of hovercrafts. In the middle of nowhere. And I’ve heard a nasty rumor they monitor what happens there on camera.”

Oh. I could answer those questions. “I’m doing this because I don’t particularly like the idea of children dying in the arena, and I’m planning on recruiting as many tributes as possible, and because I hate the Capitol and want to see them fail. Second, my engineer has already invented machines that make the airship invisible to both the eye and radars. And they’re almost finished with a machine that will disable the force field around the arena. The cameras on the inside will be tricky, but maybe there’s a hacker or two within the list of willing tributes. If not, we can always chuck as many cameras as we can so that they break.”

That was the best I could do at the moment, and they didn’t look like they hated the idea. I tipped my hat at them as we got called to board our chariots. “Please at least think about my offer. And possibly meet up with me during training so we can fuck with the Capitol.” I ran off before they could respond.

As the chariots started moving, I forced the brightest grin, and I waved at the crowd and blew kisses. Acting for them, I could do, but I still didn’t know if this plan would work. But what choice did I have? It had to work, or I would have doomed the people with me to death. And I wouldn’t let that happen.

During President Snow’s speech, I sat down and tipped my hat over my eyes as if I was sleeping. Fuck him because of all the lives he had ruined. I clasped my necklace tighter as the chariots rolled away.

#writeblr hunger games #writeblr

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blueeyedgeorgie · 4 years

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Close My Eyes (3)

I close my eyes and I make believe You’re the one that’s holding me…

Gif cred. @sdmngifs

Pairing: WillNE x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Pronouns: She/Her

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Will had found himself sitting at the island of his kitchen, looking through his camera roll. He had been going through old memories of him and Y/n, photos from forever ago. Will paused his scrolling when he had come across a certain photo. It had been taken at an after-party of a friend’s wedding. Will and Y/n had both been invited, so of course they had spent time together at the wedding. The photo was of Will holding Y/n up in bridal style as he stood by a view of a beautiful city sparkling in the night. Y/n had wrapped her arms around Will’s neck and had leaned her head against his chest, looking up at him as the photo had been taken. Will remembered feeling his heartbeat increase that exact moment Y/n had leaned her head against his chest in the photo. “Will!” The brunette had flinched at the sound of his name being called along with the sound of his front door opening. Y/n? The h/c girl had walked into the room with tears streaming down her face. Will’s heart broke at the sight of her. Without hesitation, Will stood up, pulling y/n into his arms. Immediately, Will could feel his shirt beginning to become damp from Y/n’s tears. “It’s alright, n/n. I’ve got you,” Will muttered softly, brushing a hand through her h/c hair. After a few moments, Y/n had finally calmed down. “Everett got mad at me,” She whimpered softly into the crook of Will’s neck. ‘Of course he did,’ Will thought to himself bitterly. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” “I was watching the latest Eboys video,” Y/n mumbled gently. Will tensed, had she already seen the clip James made? “And Everett saw and got mad at me, so he took my phone away,” Y/n had summed up her story quickly. Will gently grabbed Y/n’s shoulders, moving back so he could look at her in the eyes. Her eyes had gone red from crying so hard, she was sniffling. 'God, she looks so broken. Why can’t she just see Everett isn’t the one for her?’ “Y/n, he shouldn’t have the right to take your phone away from you like that. Just because to pair of you are engaged doesn’t mean that he has the right to take your belongings away as a punishment,” Will spoke in a tone of sternness. Y/n only gave a small nod, wiping a tear away. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” Will let out a small sigh. Y/n sat at the kitchen island as Will had gotten Y/n some tissue to wipe her tears away and a glass of water. 'God, why can’t she see I can treat her so much better?’ Will continued to think to himself as he watched Y/n down her glass of water. “You feeling better now?” The brunette let out a soft sigh, leaning against the island as he watched the girl. “Yeah,” Y/n broke out a small smile. “I don’t wanna go back right now.” 'Right now? Is she seriously going to stay together with that jackass?’ “You don’t have to, you can stay here as long as you’d like, you’re always welcome,” Will had smiled back at her. “You wanna watch some Netflix or something else?” “Sure,” Y/n replied, already heading out of the kitchen. After a couple of moments of looking through what Netflix had to offer, a loud banging had come from the front door. “He’s here,” Y/n whimpered, curling up to Will. 'Please tell me you’re gonna break up with him if he scares you this bad.’ Without a word, Will stood up and made his way to the door. Glancing through the peephole, the person on the other side of the door was the exact person Will despised. Everett fucking Conway. Will opened the door wide enough for there to be a crack. “Open the fucking door, Lenney!” Conway shouted, banging on the door once again. “I can and will call security,” Will snapped in a dead-serious tone. “Give me my wife back,” Conway snarled, refusing to stop banging on the door. “She’s a human being, and her name is Y/n,” Will replied, showing no emotion. “Just let her come out, I know you’re keeping her hidden away,” Conway was seething at this point, he was beyond angry. “I’m here, Everett,” Y/n called out with a long sigh. “I’ll be out in a few moments.” “Fine, say your goodbyes because you won’t be coming back to this shit hole,” Conway snapped, stepping back from the front door. Will gently closed the door, turning to Y/n. “You’re seriously not going to leave with that jackass, are you?” “I’m sorry, Will,” Y/n mumbled, walking over to Will. “I’m engaged to him.” “Then just call off the engagement, Y/n. Do you constantly want to live your life crying and feeling like shit?” Will brushed a hand through his hair. “It’ll get better, I know it will. I have hope… we’re just in a rocky situation right now,” Y/n whispered, looking down at the ground. Will placed a finger, under Y/n’s chin, making her look up. “Keep your head up, n/n. I promise I’ll try making things better for you.” Y/n quickly wrapped her arms around Will’s neck, pulling him in for a hug. Will wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist, pulling her closer as he bit his lip. Quickly, y/n tried to stand up taller, placing a kiss on Will’s cheek. “Love you, Will,” Y/n mumbled pulling away. “Love you too,” Will’s voice cracked. Y/n flashed a small smile to him as she opened the front door, slipping out of Will’s sight. Will hadn’t gotten any sign from Y/n. Was she alright? It had been only a couple of days after she had left his home with Conway. As soon as she had left, Will had gone to call up the boys to tell them about what Conway had done. George was fuming, Alex was worried, and James was anxious. After a long call with Will, where George had just wasted time cussing out Conway, he had offered up the idea of going out to a pub the next Friday. Of course Alex and James had been invited, and of course they had accepted.

The brunette had sat in an alleyway, a bottle of Stella being held in the grasp of his left hand. Will needed a breather, the dimly lit pub and smell of alcohol was not a setting he had wanted to waste the entire night away at. The back door leading to the alleyway had opened, revealing a brunette man with blue eyes walking out. George. “So this is where you’ve been,” George let out a sigh, sitting down by his mate. He pulled a reusable vape, turning it on. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go out to a pub tonight,” Will replied, glancing at his friend. “You need to try and get your mind off of her, Will. Yes, n/n isn’t in the right place at the moment, but it’s up to her to get herself out of there because we’ve already shown her the warning signs, she’s just refusing to accept them,” George had explained as nicotine smoke blew through his nostrils. “You’re just saying that because you’re buzzed,” Will replied, taking another swig of his beer. “Not at all mate,” George let out a chuckle as he used his nicotine machine for a second time. “I can last a couple of too many beers before I actually get buzzed. As for you… you definitely seem buzzed.” “Alright, I may have a slight buzz going on,” Will nodded, finishing off his beer. “I’m gonna head back inside,” George spoke with another sigh as he stood up. “Come inside when you’re ready.” “Will do.” It had only been a few moments after George had gone back into the pub when something had caught Will’s attention. There had been footsteps, people where walking into the alleyway. There was a group of men, none of them spoke to each other. Cautiously, Will pulled out his phone, placing the empty beer bottle next to him. He stood up as they got closer, something felt wrong. He had turned on his heels, trying to not make a big deal out of himself. But his first mistake was to turn his back on these men.

“Where’s Will?!” Alex called out loud enough for James and George to hear him. “I was just outside with him a second ago. He’s in the alleyway on the right side of the pub,” George replied in the same loud tone Alex had used. “Alright, I’m going to go check up on him,” Alex spoke before beginning to make his way towards the side door exit. As soon as Alex had opened the door he felt his blood go cold. There Will was… being jumped by four random men. Quickly, Alex ran back inside, pushing past people, only to receive “Hey’s!” and “Rude!” “George! James! We need to get to Will now!” Alex yelled as soon as he got into the earshot of his friends. “What’s going on?!” George asked as he was already getting out of his chair. “Will’s being jumped!” The trio had quickly made their out into the alleyway, only to discover the group of men were still there, huddled around Will. “Hey!” George shouted. The men looked up to see the trio, only to begin running out of the alleyway. “Hey!” George exclaimed for a second time, beginning to run after the group, leaving Alex and James to deal with Will. Luckily, he was still alive, and he wasn’t in the worst shape he could be. He did have few bruises here and there, a busted lip, and a black eye but at least he wasn’t hurt any worse.

George had finally come back after giving up on chasing the assholes that had hurt Will. The boys had easily decided to call it a night and get inured brunette home. Will sat on his couch, a bag of ice held to his bruised eye. By this time the boys had already headed back to their flats. He had already tweeted out to his fans that he’d be going on a short hiatus, there was no way for him to film videos without worrying anybody. He now stared at Y/n’s contact. Should he call her and tell her about everything? Should he just send her a good night text? What if he just deleted her contact? Without thinking, Will pressed the call button and brought it up to his ear. Only after a few moments of hearing the phone ring, Y/n could be heard. “Hey.” “Hey, n/n… I gotta talk to you about something,” Will let out a soft sigh. “Of course,” Y/n whispered. “You can always talk to me.” “I really care about you.” “I care about you too, Will,” Y/n had let out a soft giggle. 'God, her giggle is so fucking adorable,’ Will thought to himself with a small sigh. “No, I mean… I love you, Y/n.” “I love you too, Will.” 'This is gonna be tougher than I thought.’ “No-I… I wanna be your boyfriend. I fucking hate Everett, I despise him. I’ve always had feelings for you, Y/n. I love you so much and I hate seeing you cry over Conway. He treats you horribly. I just wish I could call you mine and that I could always protect you. I wanna keep you close and treat you how you should be treated. You deserve so much more than what you have now and I want to give it all to you. I just love you so much, you don’t understand,” Will had spilled his secret out without thinking. At this point he hadn’t cared anymore, he just couldn’t handle hearing her say 'I love you.’ The call went silent, not a word from Y/n. “I-” “I’m sorry, Will… I have to go.” Before it was even possible for Will to mutter out a small 'goodbye’, the call had been ended. Without thinking, Will stood up, tossing his phone across the room before tears began to stream down his bruised face.

It had only been a couple of days after Will’s call with Y/n. He was heartbroken. He had spilled his deepest secret to her, only to have her end the call as quickly as possible. “I’m sorry, Will… I have to go.” Her words were ringing in his head. It hurt. At this point Will didn’t even want to go on the internet, in fear of stumbling across a fan edit or post about them. Will found himself lying in bed, buried underneath his comforter. He had been trying to sleep as much as possible, just to keep his mind off of everything that had been happening recently. Just as he was about to doze off for the millionth time, something pulled him out of his daze. His phone began to ring. Maybe it was Y/n. Maybe she was calling to talk about what he said. Maybe he could apologize and ask if they could pretend it never happened. Maybe he could convince her that he had been drunk that night. Will sat up, pushing his comforter off of him looking to his nightstand. A random phone number was shown on his phone. Maybe it was still Y/n. She could be using someone else’s phone. Cautiously, Will picked up the phone, the ringing stopping as he held the phone to his ear. There was a pause of silence. “Y/n?” “You truly are infatuated with my wife, Lenney.” Will’s grip on his phone tightened. “What do you want, Conway?” “I wanted to tell you to stop talking to Y/n. Ignore her, push her out of your life.” Will felt his chest tighten. “Why would I do that?” “Because if you don’t worse will come to you.” “You sent a stupid gang of men to jump me,” Will let out a breath as he had quickly realized why he had been attacked the other night. “Yes, that was a warning,” Everett had snickered. “Now you listen to me, push Y/n away or worse is to come.” “Oh sure,” Will snapped. “I don’t think there’s anything much worse than being attacked in an alleyway in the middle of the night.” “But what if it involves Y/n?” Will froze. He wasn’t going to… hurt her, right? Y/n was his fiance after all, why would he want to hurt someone he’s in a relationship with? “You’re not gonna hurt her, you wouldn’t dare to,” Will sneered, his grip on his phone had tightened as hard as possible. “Don’t test me.” “It’s disgusting to know you’d even consider putting your hands on a woman,” Will seethed. “Oh, I won’t. As long as you stay away,” A dark chuckle could be heard through the phone. “You’re a horrible person.” “I’ll take that as a grain of salt.” Will hung up. He was fuming. Y/n deserved so much better than that fake excuse of a man. But now he couldn’t even get in contact with her or something would happen to her, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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what if Alpha and Omega verse and Where Nancy is the Queen of Hawkin High the top alpha how is popular and kinda of a bitch and Steve is a rare omega male that no one take notice of .. only has Robin and Heather and the party as friend til Nancy ask him out only because he the only male omega there in been cheating on him since the being of there relationship find out at the Halloween party then he meets Billy how want to make Steve his omega and already knew there mates

Under the cut bc I couldn’t resist smut 🤷‍♀️

Read on ao3

For me, I imagine male omegas as intersex with fully functioning sex organs. I did SO much research on intersex conditions and read through a lot of people’s discussions on quora about their experiences as people with intersex conditions. Sometimes writing smut sends me down a rabbit hole and I learn a lot of new things

Steve knew Nancy was cheating on him.

It wasn’t like it was subtle, with the way she would smell like other omegas, but she was sweet to Steve, was spend his heats taking care of him, and would snap at any alpha that tried to approach him. She made Steve feel wanted, for the first time in his life.

Male omegas were, unnatural. They had a mess of parts and were rare enough that there was little to no information readily available to them. Steve was largely invisible, didn’t get many second looks from any alphas. He had a small pack, Robin and Heather, who had been together for some time now, ready to bond at any minute, probably, and his pups. The kids he babysat when he felt lonely (which was most of the time).

So when Nancy had stopped at his locker, and asked him out on a date, he was so excited. He spent hours getting ready waited by the front door, ready for Nancy to drop by to pick him up.

An hour passed.

And another.

Then two more.

A total of five hours saw Steve crying into his pillows, teetering on the edge of a drop, being stood up by the only alpha that had ever looked at him.

The next day Nancy gave him a smile, said her mother had grounded her, wouldn’t let her use the phone to call him. Steve wanted it to be true so badly he ignored the flowery sweet smell of omega all over Nancy.

When they finally went on a date, Nancy was nice. Was sweet to him and gentle. So, despite Robin’s protests, they made it official, and Steve had an alpha.

But then came the Halloween party.

Steve was drunk, wanted to sit down somewhere.

There were so many smells, the mix of them making Steve nauseous. And that new kid, he smelled like Heaven to Steve, the dark musk of a strong alpha, the kind of alpha that would kill any others to protect what’s theirs. But Steve wasn’t allowed to think about that, to think about his strong arms, or how thick that knot is. He has an alpha, and alpha that pets his hair and fucks him silly and smiles when he trills.

But he wants.

And then he’s slamming through a door, and he sees Nancy fucking with some other omega and his world spins out of control, and he’s running, and has no idea where he was going, was just going.

“Hey, watch-” Billy stopped when he noticed who had knocked into him, the stressed out little omega making frantic little sounds. “Wait, wait. Just clam down, Pretty Boy.” Billy began to steer him outside, firm arm around his shoulders, leading him outside.

They got out into the fresh air, Billy leading him to the curb, steeling him down. Billy pulled him into his neck, letting Steve breathe in his scent.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

“A-alpha, Nance-Nancy, she, with, omega-”

“Shh, Honey. I understand.” Billy was stroking through his hair. His scent was thick in his neck, right in Steve’s noise. “She doesn’t deserve you. Such a perfect little omega.” Steve was relaxing against Billy, slowly melting into him.

Billy scooped him up, walking with his arms full of soft omega. He put him in the passenger side of his car. He drove him out to the quarry, figured they could both use some quiet. He parked, shifting Steve into his lap, setting him back into Billy’s neck, letting him breathe in his scent.

“You’re such a good omega. Don’t need a rotten alpha that treats you like that. She doesn’t deserve you, baby.” He was gently rubbing Steve’s back, hearing the confused little sounds coming from Steve’s throat. Billy tried not to let his anger get the best of him, his anger at the people who had obviously mistreated this sweet omega, this perfect caring little thing.

Billy had been keeping a close eye on Steve the during the few days he’s been here. Watched how in love he was with Nancy, how the other alphas stayed away from him like the plague, like he was this disgusting thing.

Billy was smitten. Steve was the picture of perfect omega, with his soft features, big eyes, soft hair. His hips were soft, his body made for pups. He was pretty, and Billy wanted, but Nancy was the true alpha of Hawkins High, and he didn’t dare get in a turf war with her so soon, not when it would be so easy to swoop in and take her little toy right from her.

Steve was nuzzling into his neck. Billy was running his hands up Steve’s side, trailing his fingers under his shirt, feeling his soft skin.

And then he chirped.

Just a little sound in the back of his throat, a little happy sound, the universal omega sound for safety and trust, and Billy had his in. He nudged Steve’s face, gently kissing him. He kept things slow, not wanting to overwhelm Steve, but softly trailed his tongue along his lips, pushed inside his soft mouth.

Steve was moving on his lap, shifting around to straddle Billy awkwardly in his seat. He kept making soft little sounds into Billy’s mouth, kept grinding his hips down, squirming around. Billy pushed him gently.

“Can I take you home?” Steve bit his lip, and nodded slowly, eyes unfocused.

Billy maneuvered him into the passenger seat, giving Steve his jacket when he began whining.

“You gotta tell me where you live, Sweet Thing.” Steve would just point at streets he wanted Billy to turn down, nose buried in Steve’s jacket.

He pulled to a stop in front of Steve’s house, eyeing the huge property. Steve started crawling back into Billy’s lap, trying to kiss him some more. Billy just laughed, holding Steve to his chest as he got out, using Steve’s keys to open the door. Steve wiggled out of his grip to lead him up the stairs, took him into his bedroom.

The room was so obviously soft omega. He had heavy duvets on his bed, soft pillows and stuffed animals. The light was soft when he flicked it on, painting the white walls with yellow light. Steve planted himself on the bed, making grabby hands at Billy.

Billy draped himself on top of Steve, connecting their lips, kissing him roughly, purring between breaths. Billy pushed up his shirt, going at his nipples, liking and sucking and biting them gently. He focused on one until it was hard, swollen an red, Steve whimpering when he blew cool air over it. He shifted to the other.

“Bill-Billy.” Billy pulled back to look at Steve, could see the slick beginning to soak through his jeans. He undid the button fly, pushing them down Steve’s legs, off his hips. His cock was small and hard, flushed red. Billy dipped down his body, pressing wet kisses to his soft stomach, nipping lightly as his hips. He liked over his cock, sucking it into his mouth. He ran his thumb through the slick steadily leaking out of Steve, pushing it inside.

Steve was moaning above him, Billy holding down his hips with one hand as he bucked up into Billy’s mouth, fucking himself back down onto Billy’s finger. Billy added another one, curling them and fucking Steve roughly. The sounds were obscene, the squelch of slick, and the slurping of Billy sucking and liking Steve’s cock.

“A-alpha I, I want you.” Billy pulled off, looking up at Steve, his mouth wet, lips red and pulled in a smirk. Billy planted a kiss to his hip, getting jeans off as quickly as possible. Steve was lazily pulling at the shirt still situated under his armpits, so Billy rolled his eyes, pulling it up and off him. Steve was looking at his cock, hard and heavy, and so thick. He could see the skin at the base, the knot that would soon swell inside of Steve. He could feel more slick gush out between his legs, a wet patch on the sheets below him.

Billy gathered some of Steve’s slick, running it along his cock, fucking his hand. Steve just watched, legs bent adn feet planted on the bed, spread open for Billy.

Billy shifted, settling himself over Steve, using one hand to guide his cock inside.

He was huge. Easily the biggest thing Steve had taken. he had to breathe deeply and relax as Billy pressed himself in, bottoming out with a groan, giving Steve time to adjust.

“M-move.” Billy didn’t need to be told twice, pulling out and slamming back into Steve. He felt like he could feel the thick cock in his throat.

Steve was tight around him, was squeezing and fluttering in such a fantastic way. Billy was grunting an purring into Steve’s ear, fucking him hard and rough. He could hear the sounds of slick, the slap of his skin against Steve’s. Steve was chirping like mad, making the sweetest little omega trills as Billy fucked him.

Steve came twice in quick succession, his hips convulsing as he squeezed Billy even tighter. He was making a mess, slick dripping between, them. Billy could feel his knot beginning to form, and started grinding into Steve, his thrusts shallow.

He shoved it inside, letting it form completely and came deep inside Steve. He kept grinding into him, one hand reaching down to stroke Steve’s cock, making him cum one more time, fluttering around Billy’s cock.

“Fuck.” Steve whined when Billy shifted, his knot tugging. “God, you’re so tight.”

“Never, never taken anything as, as big as you.” Billy purred, canting his hips so his knot tugged again.

“And you get so fucking wet.”

“You should see me during my heat. It’s like, never ending.” Billy pressed soft kisses onto Steve’s neck.

“When’s your next one?”

“Should start the Thursday after next.”

“I could, I could spend it with you, if you wanted.” Steve gave an unexpected little trill. Billy nuzzled into his cheek.

“I don’t, the only alpha I’ve ever spent my heats with is Nancy.”

“You want, I could be your alpha. If you wanted. That’s, I want that.” Steve chirped again. Billy smiled at the way he huffed after, like he couldn’t even control it.

“People will, people will talk. That I left one alpha for another in the same night.”

“Baby, she was a bad alpha. She cheated on you. That’s not okay to do to your omega.” He made his knot pull again, pressing an open mouth kiss to Steve’s neck. “And I’ll beat the shit outta anyone who says anything about you.” Steve chirped again. “That a yes, Sweet Thing?”

“Yes, that’s a yes.”

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Boys are weird

BUTTERFLIES AND BANDAIDS- chapter 4

Boys are weird

••

The boy stared down at his best friend. Eyes locked on hers, trying to figure out what to say. His train of thought was halted when he heard a little giggle from Y/N

"I was just joking Haz, you look like you're gonna pass out...am I that ugly?" She stuck her tongue out at the boy and he just shook his head letting out a little chuckle himself.

"Not at all love, just caught me off guard is all" his fingers went up to pinch her cheek before dropping back on her bed. He tried to push the thought out of his head, but he does wonder about how Y/N's lips would feel on his, not just his cheek or forehead like he's used to.

He imagines they'd feel soft, they're rather full and plump. He thinks they'd feel like a little pillows against his. Her cherry chapstick leaving a little layer of grease on his, but he wouldn't mind.

He was brought out of his little day dream by the girl herself, "Harry are you listening to me?" He looked up at her and blinked a few times "sorry love, mind drifted. What were you saying?"

The young girl gave him a little playful eye roll. "I asked how I look, these jeans are new I got them because Emma said they make my butt looks good, thoughts?" She did a little spin and he huffed

"Not gonna comment on your body little love. You know you're beautiful, looks great" he gave her a smile and she returned it.

"Thanks stinky" her little hand held his cheek as she kissed his other one, smiling at him.

"No problem dummy" he blew her a kiss before sitting up and cracking his back.

"You really gonna go to Eli's house? I really don't think it's a good idea, got a bad feeling sweetheart."

He crossed his arms over his broad chest and his eye brows pinched together. The younger girl looked up at him with a tilted head

"What do you mean?"

Harry let out a low sigh and ran his fingers through his chocolate locks trying to find a way to warn her without being a dick.

"Well, sometimes guys can be jerks. Some guys don't have good intentions, they want selfish things and some guys don't take no for an answer and that's what I'm afraid of. Not ever gonna let someone hurt you if I can help it. You're my best friend, still see you like the little girl I met. Just as protective over you as I am over my mum and sister. Care about you sweetheart."

He gave her a warm smile after speaking and she took a second to let it sink in. Looking back at him a nervous look on her pretty eyes

"What do you think he wants from me?"

Her fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater when she asked, nervous energy evident with the slight shake of her fingers.

"I don't know bunny, that's what I'm scared of." He brought his fingers up to push a few curls from her face, rubbing his thumb on her blushing cheeks.

"Okay...I'll tell him I'll reschedule with him...do you wanna do something together instead?"

He gave her a smile, nodding and twirling her hair around his pointer finger.

"Course, always wanna hangout with my girl. Can go to that diner we like tonight? Steal a couple beers from your brothers stash and have a little movie night?"

Y/N smiled at the offer, nodding and holding her hand up, palms smacking and pinkies locking as they did their handshake, purely muscle memory at this point.

"Sounds good. Think Luke is at his friends anyway, he won't care. But for now let's go get some snacks and I gotta get tampons so let's go to the pharmacy."

Harry let out a groan, he may be her best friend but he's never super into hearing about periods or her needs for period products.

"Relax, you're so dramatic. I don't start till next week but I wanna just get them now cus Lily used the last of them, I'm paying for the snacks this time so be nice or I'll eat all of them myself"

She poked his chest and he just nodded chuckling a bit.

"And I'm the dramatic one?"

••

The two teens jogged down the steps of her family home, hopping over the baby gate at the bottom of the steps, greeted by her 3 year old brother Jackson, 8 month old sister Miley and then year old Violet. All of the toddlers looking up at them, instantly getting excited.

The little ones have always loved Harry, and he loved them just as much. He's always wanted to have kids, so they are kinda like his little practice family till he settles down and has his own. Plus making a baby smile is one of his top ten favorite feelings.

Jackson was the first to rush towards the older boy, hugging his leg and smiling

"Hi! I missed you! We play football together?" The little boy looked up at Harry and he smiled down at him, rubbing his head

"Course we can, later yea? Going out with your sissy for a little while. I'll bring you back a surprise though, don't tell your mommy ok?"

He talked lowly like it's a big secret, getting the toddler even more excited as he pinky promised not to tell.

The next one up was Violet, she was a sweetheart just like her older sister but she definitely has a sass that Y/N was too shy to have when she was little.

She lifted her little arms up prompting him to lean down and pick her up, kissing her cheek while settling her on his hip.

"Hey Vi, how are you today?"

The little girl grabbed onto his necklace and smiled at him

"Good Berry, tooked nap!"

The fact she still couldn't say his name, and settled for 'berry' instead still made Y/N giggle sometimes, the boy found it endearing though.

"You took a nap?! That's great! Good job!"

He highfived her tiny hand and kissed her little knuckles before letting her down, watching her run off to the little play area they had in their living room.

Finally Miley managed to scoot her way up to Y/N getting promptly scooped up, she was definitely a lovey little baby. She loved being held, kisses, cuddles any affection anyone wanted to give her, she welcomed. She was a lot like Y/N, they are both the softest most cuddly girls he's ever met. And he still finds it adorable.

The baby babbled a bit, smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out. A new trick she had learned from her older brother. Harry gave her a smile and a kiss on her rosy chubby little cheeks, giving her a quick cuddle and baby talk session before the two teens left the army of infants with their mother and started making their way towards the small pharmacy at the end of the block.

The pair made conversation as they went, mostly Y/N telling him gossip she'd heard, and because he is guilty of being quite the gossip himself, he ate up every bit of it.

"There's no way! You're lying!" He exclaimed as she told him a juicy little bit about a girl she is on the volleyball team with.

"I swear! She really is! She's pregnant, by Austin Lewis!"

She waved her hands around as she talked, both of them shocked at the piece of drama they now were clued in on.

"God, that's gonna be one ugly baby...Austin's an ugly little prick, personality and looks wise. She must be legally blind." The boy chuckled at his own comment, holding the door open for her as they entered the store.

They continued to chat among themselves as they browsed the isles, grabbing snacks and the tampons she came for. Harry made sure to snag a little bouncy ball from a crank machine for Jackson on their way out. Knowing the little boy would lose his mind over the brand new toy.

••

They made it back safe and well, both distributing the snacks and bouncy ball to their intended recipients before marching back up the steps, Y/N snagging 4 beers from her brothers closet on the way and stashing them under her bed for the evening.

The pair sat together talking and simply enjoying each other's company. Both always feeling content even if they are both on their phones not talking, as long as they were in each other's vicinity they were content.

Harry only looked up when he heard an audible gasp from the girl beside him, seeing an immediate blush rush to her face and eyes wide as ever, cocking his eyebrow at the girl.

"What? It looks like you just saw a ghost"

He sat himself up and peeked at her phone screen, eyes widening before squinting when he saw what she was looking at.

A text message from Eli, normal enough until he saw the very graphic dick pic he sent attached to it.

The boy instantly went into protective mode and snatched the phone

"Yea you don't need to look at stuff like that, why did he send you that? You're like 6, no don't look Y/N!" He held the phone away from her grabbing hands and scrolled up the thread of messages.

" 'You sure you're not able to come over tonight?' 'I had something special planned, even got some drinks for us' 'really wish you were coming...' 'know it's a bit unexpected but maybe this might change your mind about coming...got me rock hard just thinking about you baby' what the hell-"

Harry read the texts aloud and cringed at most of them, Y/N blushing like crazy hiding her face in her hands.

"I knew that kid just wanted to sleep with you. He literally sent a picture of his dick mid conversation, he has horrible game bloody hell"

Harry took it upon himself to delete the picture from their texts and send the boy a text himself.

' keep your dick pics to yourself mate, She's 14- Harry'

Sending it off before handing her phone back and blowing out a breath.

"Oh my god...this is the most embarrassing moment of my life...I can't believe you just sent him that text...I can't believe I just saw his penis...I'm- what is even going on?"

The young girl groaned as she finished talking flopping back on her bed, the boy chuckling a bit as he watched her.

"That's high school boys for you. They think with their pricks, not their heads sweetheart. They see you and have one thing on their mind, and I will die before I let you sleep with some guy who has a small dick. Not gonna happen love."

She simply shrugged and gave him the side eye, getting a cheeky smile from the boy who was covering up his sliver of jealousy with his protective tendencies. He knew it was up to her what she did with her body, but he hated the thought of her sleeping with some boy who only wants one thing from her. As much as she is a smart girl, she's still a bit naïve at times. So of course he does what he can to keep her safe.

If he has to endure looking at his classmates penises to keep her protected, then he will.

He secretly felt a bit of an ego boost seeing that kids dick compared to his, Harry knew he had at least 5 inches more than Eli and was a hell of a lot thicker. He knew he was above average in that department but who doesn't love a good confirmation once in a while?

Y/N finally let out a little laugh, starting to lose the embarrassment and find humor in the situation turning to Harry and letting out another laugh

"His dick was...ugly. I've seen others but why did his looks so odd? It was like 4 different colors! Is that normal?"

The boy snorted and laughed with her shaking his head

"Mine isn't, not sure on if it's normal or not. But out of the dicks I've seen in my life his was probably the ugliest."

She smiled at him and poked his side

"You go around looking at penises in your free time Styles?" She raised an eyebrow and he let out another bark of a laugh.

"Not intentionally usually, locker room and porn is usually where I'm exposed to guys bits. Some guys don't care much about just letting it all hang out in the showers"

The girl giggled and sat up a bit. Smiling and laughing quietly to herself while she gets comfortable against her headboard.

"Boys are weird, girls don't get like fully naked usually but I've seen lots of boobs in the locker room. Katie Wilson has really nice boobs, I'm honestly jealous. I have seen Sarah Peters fully naked in the showers, that's really it. I've seen guys in the locker room like twice when I had to go in their locker room to drop off towels and stuff, saw Seth Newman fully naked and Grant like that too, they were definitely not shy about it. A bit uncomfortable."

She let out another laugh and he did the same.

"Boys are weird." He nodded

"You're not that weird though, you're the best boy I've ever met. You haven't sent me Dick pics mid conversation either so you get bonus points for that." She poked his stomach and smiled.

"I don't typically send unsolicited cock pictures"

He laughed when she gasped at his choice of words, cheeks growing pink yet again.

"I've only ever heard people call it that in porn, do people really use that word?"

Harry gawked at her for a second before nodding.

"Yea, lots of people say it. But you watch porn?! Since when? You're a baby! You shouldn't be exposed to that!"

Y/N rolled her eyes and waved him off.

"I'm 14, I can watch porn if I want to sir. You watch porn, I've seen your search history you Weirdo. Eli isn't the first guy to send me pictures, I've sent a few before too. Not to him but to someone else."

Harry was shocked to say the least. The shyest sweetest girl he ever met just admitted to sending nudes to other people. He couldn't believe it.

"YOU sent nudes?! To who?!"

The girl smiled shyly,

"Don't worry about it, not your business mister."

He stared at her for a second before shaking his head.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that, you're still such a innocent little girl to me. I refuse to accept you've done that ma'am. I still can't believe you've made out with people before, the only reason I accepted it was because I literally caught you doing it once. Still not happy about that one Y/N, boys are stinky! You're not allowed to do that, I decided it's illegal now."

Y/N laughed at him and pushed him back a bit

"Shut up, you're such a drama queen Haz. I'm not 4 anymore, I'm old enough to kiss whoever I want."

He grunted in response and frowned.

"Nope, it's illegal I made the law. Now I need a beer after that."

She just snickered to herself while handing him one grabbing her keys and popping the cap off with her house key before grabbing her own doing the same.

Locking her bedroom door and turning off her overhead lights, opting for her fairy lights instead. Switching her tv on, both of them sipping their beers while skimming movies before picking one. Both just drinking and enjoying their evening together, but still Harry couldn't help his mind wandering off a few times thinking about the pictures his best friend has sent other people.

And he couldn't help but be jealous.

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 70 - SBT

Here it is!

"Oh, M, you are back."

"Hey, Maurice."

Mundy had driven back to the city and had just parked.

"I take it you feel better?"

"Yeah, I do, actually."

"See? I told you that you needed a break."

"Yeah, kinda…" Mundy brushed the back of his neck. "C-can I have a word with you?"

"Of course. Follow me." Maurice headed for the hideout.

"Uh, Maurice?"

"Yes?" He stopped sharp and turned to Mundy.

"Can we talk in the van, please?"

"Fair enough."

Both jumped in the back of the campervan.

"So, what is it?" Maurice asked while Mundy shut the door. "And where are your cats?"

"Uh… Well… Paris would like some coffee with a drop of milk and two sugars…?"

Maurice's eyebrows jumped before a smile appeared on his face.

"That's the most spooky thing I've ever said in my life." Mundy added.

"I knew it! I was convinced! Haha!"

Mundy smiled in return.

"Did he talk to you?" Maurice asked.

"Yeah, gave me the fright of my life, but yeah. Here, he asked me to give you this." Mundy handed him a sheet of paper. He unfolded it and read it diagonally.

"Give me a few days, a week at most and you will have the money. As for the papers, they should follow suit."

"Oh wow… That's quite quick."

"I will make it so, for L, and for you."

"Thanks, mate."

"My pleasure. Tell him this is more than just a professional courtesy." Maurice said, rising up from the sofa.

"I will… But, wait, hold on, you're not surprised?"

"About what? L faking his death? Pff, this is nothing for a legend of his standards. There are far more incredible myths about him!"

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. You can ask him. I do not think he likes to brag too much but you surely have your ways with him, unlike anyone else."

Mundy blushed.

"Well, uh… I mean…"

"Non, Mundy, I am serious." Maurice resumed his seat on the sofa next to his friend. "Do you remember the day you went to kill Duchemin?"

"How could I forget?"

"I had a chat with him alone and he was very clear when it came to you."

"What d'you mean?"

"He demanded that I protected you like I would a blood brother."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"He made me swear to put your safety between my eyes at all times."

"Wow…"

Maurice smiled.

"He insisted and adamantly repeated that if anything happened to you, he would curse me and haunt me from the afterlife."

"Jesus…"

"Jesus indeed. In truth, rarely have I seen a man like him and I have seen how much he loves you. To say that he is head over heels for you is an understatement. You are his everything and to quote him, he would rather have his eyes gouged out of him than anything harming you."

"What?"

"The translation is approximate, but this was the idea."

"Crikey…"

"Indeed. But yes, I will sort things out on my side of things. Whenever you see him, tell him that France might not have missed him, but a few of us did, dearly."

Mundy smiled.

"I'll let him know. Also, uh, d'you mind if I wait this week out with him?"

"No, of course not! Go ahead, you have a lot to catch up." Maurice answered.

"Yeah, thanks, mate."

"My pleasure."

They shook hands and Maurice left the van.

"Oh wait, one last thing, Maurice?"

"Yes?"

"D'you mind if he comes workin' with me?" Maurice's eyebrows jumped. "I mean, just for a while, for him to keep his days busy and all?"

"Of course not, please tell him that more hands to help the poor of this city is appreciated."

"Right, thanks."

Maurice went away and Mundy sighed in relief. Now, it was time to drive back to the lake. It took him an hour or so but he didn't care. Once he parked, he exited the van impatiently.

"Lu'? Lu', I'm back!"

No one was around the campfire that Mundy had done, not far from the shore of the lake, on the sand.

"Where is he now…? He's got a horse, he could be anywhere?"

"Meow!"

Mundy looked up in the trees where the meowing had come from and saw a white cloud of fluff in the naked branches.

"Pearl, baby, d'you know where Papa is?"

"Meow…!"

Perle carefully and swiftly climbed down the tree and trotted to her Dad. He opened his arms and she jumped to him before wrapping herself around his shoulders.

"Hey baby… You alright?"

Perle purred.

"You left the hubby with the kids? I guess they're not far."

Mundy walked in the forest and followed the fresh hooves prints until he saw a tent.

"Is that where Papa is?"

Perle meowed and started moving on Mundy's shoulders.

"Wanna come off? Here…" He crouched down and Perle hopped off of his shoulders to trot to the tent.

"Lu'...?"

Lucien wasn't there but the rest of the cats were under the tent and a campfire was still burning in front of it.

"I guess I'll wait here with you guys."

Mundy entered the tent and the herd of fluff came to him, meowing, mewling and purring. He didn't have to wait long until he heard a horse and when he peeked out of the tent, the vision he got blessed with was surreal.

Lucien arrived on horseback, with two dead rabbits tied to his waist, his hair flowing after him.

"Bonjour, mon amour."

[Hello, my love.]

He hopped off of the horse and Mundy exited the tent. He went straight to cup his face and pull him into a kiss. Lucien's cheeks were cold, so were his lips. He chuckled.

"You been hunting?" Mundy asked, his hands still on Lucien's cheeks.

"Oui, and I have caught two rabbits."

"Good job, eh."

"Merci." Lucien put his hands on Mundy's chest and pushed himself to the tip of his toes to kiss him.

The kittens mewled and mewled.

"Oi, lads, that's not a show for you, and yeah you find it disgustin' for now, but you'll see when you grow up and find a mister or a missus kitty, eh!"

The herd of fluff came and brushed themselves on their legs, purring. Lucien smiled.

"You truly are the local mad man with cats."

"Mad man?"

"You just kissed a ghost, Mundy." Lucien winked.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Let us deal with the rabbits and you can tell me how it went with Maurice."

"Sure."

Each got started with their blades not far from the camp.

"So yeah, he was happy to hear you were alive."

"Ah, so am I." Lucien answered.

"He said we'd get everything within a week, tops."

"Parfait."

[Perfect.]

"Lu'...?"

They put the bits of rabbit to cook on the fire.

"Oui?"

"So we gotta wait it out?"

"I think so."

They both sat on the ground next to each other and in front of the fire. Lucien leaned on Mundy.

"Love you, Lu'."

He smiled.

"I love you too, Mundy. Oh, by the way, I should tell you something."

"Yeah?"

"I did borrow a knife and two rifles from your friend Eddy."

"What?! You're the burglar?!"

"I do apologise. I needed some tools to survive."

"Where did you get the rest?"

"I had to take it from people who come to this forest."

"You stole all of that?!" Mundy exclaimed.

"I am afraid I had to."

"You…"

"Mundy, I had to survive. The only trip I made to the city was to take what I needed from Eddy. If I had any money on me, trust me, I would have paid what I owed. Besides, I only ever take what I absolutely need, and given the cold, I had to rob quite a few campers."

"Gosh… Well I guess that explains the picture then."

"What picture?" Lucien asked.

"This one." Mundy popped up the cigarette case and flipped it open. "The one I've been lookin' for and that V saw as I was lightin' a cig in her diner the other day…"

"Ah, my apologies for stealing that too." Lucien smiled.

"You have no idea what I felt when I found it…" Mundy took the bits of rabbit off the fire and blew on them before giving them to the cats.

"What do you mean?" Lucien asked and his tone fell more serious as he felt a hint of distress in Mundy's voice.

The Aussie sighed.

"I felt like you were… Y'know… Still with me."

Lucien grabbed a bit of the rabbit and blew on it before putting it in front of Mundy's mouth. The Aussie bit in and Lucien took a bit himself.

"I felt like… Like you had left me that picture in the cig case like a message."

"An 'I love you' from the afterlife."

Mundy smiled.

"Yeah, a bit. It felt amazing but so sad at the same time. And I realised something too."

"What?" Lucien asked.

"We need to take pictures and record ourselves."

"What?!" Lucien's eyebrows jumped.

"I want to have pictures of you and me in the van. And I want to have a recordin' of your voice on a cassette."

"Mundy…"

"I'm serious."

"Mundy, you are saying this as if I was going to leave you again. But I won't."

"No, you don't get it. I know you're not gonna leave. You said you'd tell me everythin' now, so whatever the problem, I know you'll tell me. No, it's uh…"

Mundy blushed at the mere thought of what he was about to say. Lucien held his arm and leaned on him.

"What is it, mon loup?"

[My wolf]

"I… I really want to live with you… Live normally, like people do." Mundy answered, his eyes on the campfire. "I want to, uh, settle down somewhere and uh… We get jobs and stuff."

Lucien's grin couldn't be wider.

"Feels weird to say that." Mundy added.

"Why?"

"Cause I've always ever lived in my van alone and now… Now, I just need you."

"So do I."

"I want to do so many things with you… When you died and I was left alone, I was left thinking that there was so much to do that I hadn't done yet."

"Like what, for example?"

"I don't know… But we'll do it now, right?" Mundy looked down at Lucien who was clinging to him.

"Oui, we will."

They exchanged a kiss and kept on eating.

"So, had a thought about what you want to do when we're back in the city?"

"I have a few leads." Lucien answered.

"Alright, tell me… Oh I guess you could still sing?" Mundy asked.

"I could but I don't want to."

"Oh?"

"Meow…" Perle came to Lucien.

"Mon bébé?"

[My baby]

She lay on his lap, looking up at them both as they were finishing their food. She blinked slowly and Lucien reciprocated before he heard her pur.

"So what d'you wanna do then?" Mundy asked.

"I want to help those children that Maurice is taking care of."

"How?"

"A few lifetimes ago, I was sent in the colonies, in Africa. I had to tail a man with strategic information."

"What's it gotta do with-"

"I am getting to it, patience."

"Right…" Mundy leaned his head on top of Lucien.

"My cover job was chosen by France and I greatly enjoyed it, more than I thought I would."

"What were you doin'?"

"I was a teacher."

"A teacher?" Mundy repeated.

"Oui. Does that surprise you?"

"A bit, yeah. Not that you wouldn't be great at the job, I just didn't expect that."

Lucien chuckled. He killed the fire and stood up.

"Let us head back to your van, shall we?"

"Yeah."

The Frenchman hopped on the horse and held a hand down for Mundy.

"Oh?"

"Come on." Lucien invited him and Mundy climbed up behind him.

"Kitty cats, let's go." Mundy addressed them and the herd of fluff walked behind the horse, through the forest.

The Aussie couldn't help but wrap his arms around Lucien and rest his jaw on the Frenchman's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah… Just love you, Lu'."

"I love you too."

Mundy tightened his hug around Lucien.

"May I ask, have you thought about the cats?" Lucien asked.

"What about them?"

"Perle was already a responsibility, but now with Soot and the kittens….?"

"Ah, yeah, I get what you mean. I thought I'd give the kittens away when they can leave their mum."

"Good idea."

"Yeah, we can keep Pearl and Soot."

"I agree. Do you know who you will give them to?"

"Nah, no idea yet."

"Hm."

They soon arrived at the campervan at the lake's shore and dismounted the horse.

"So we have a week to pass, hm?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah, that's what Maurice said."

"Anything you want to do in particular?" Lucien asked.

"Just be with you."

They slipped in the van but the herd of fluff decided to play outside. Bah, it was still day and they seemed to enjoy the sand very much.

"Do you have any coffee in this ridiculous van of yours?"

"Oi, she's not ridiculous." Mundy went to prepare some coffee while Lucien sat on the couch. He chuckled.

"I do believe she is not indeed. She took you to meet me and in that regard, I am grateful."

"You should be, eh." They exchanged a smile. Mundy looked through his cupboard. "I have regular and decaf', what d'you prefer?"

"Whichever you want."

"You wanted some coffee so you choose."

"I do not have any preference, I just want something hot to warm me up that I can drink."

"Hm. Go for regular."

Mundy made the coffee and when it was done, he gave one cup to Lucien and sat down next to him.

"Here."

"Merci."

"De rien." Mundy answered with a hint of his accent.

[You're welcome.]

"Someone is learning, hm?"

"Tryin'."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

Lucien snuggled against Mundy and the Aussie wrapped an arm around him. They sipped on their coffee in silence, the sweet smell slowly invading the van.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"I must confess yet another sin of mine."

"Oh? Tell me."

"For the past few days, before I came to confront you, I… I came to listen to you."

"Listen to me?"

"Oui, when you play the saxophone."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"Ah… What did you think about it?"

"To say it was pleasant would be an understatement. I enjoyed your concerts immensely, I even murmured along to the songs you played…"

"Oh, really?"

Lucien put their empty cups away and came back to sit on Mundy's lap this time.

"Oh…?"

He laced his arms around Mundy's neck and nested his head on his shoulder, under his ear.

"You play with such poetry… The sound of the saxophone is so delicate, so breathy... Had I known that you play like that, I would have asked you to indulge me much earlier and more often."

"Hold on, you came to listen more than once?"

"Oui."

"And you didn't recognise me?"

"At first, non. But when I saw the van, I thought I was hallucinating. So, I waited."

"For what?"

"For you to go to sleep."

"Why?"

"I then approached the van and touched it. I ran my fingers along it and went to the window. I saw you curled in your bed and my heart stopped." Lucien was blinking slowly on Mundy's shoulder and the Aussie brushed his back slowly. "And I started to think and doubt, for days. Should I go and talk to you? How?"

"O'course you should!"

Lucien smiled and kissed Mundy's neck.

"It isn't obvious at all, mon loup."

[My wolf]

"Why? Didn't you want to see me again?" Mundy asked.

"Of course I wanted to. Non, if I confronted you, it would have made my year of isolation useless."

"How?"

"If you see me, other people can too."

"Hm." Mundy bent down to kiss Lucien's head, his soft hair. "Y'know what?"

"What?"

Mundy frowned.

"I'll protect you, ok? If needs be, I'll get a rifle again and-"

"Mundy…?" Lucien looked up with round eyes.

"What? Did I say somethin' wrong?"

"Yes, you did. You said you would take a rifle again…?

"Yeah."

"But I thought…?"

"Yeah, rifles are awful, they kill people. They killed my parents and they killed you once. But… They're the only thing I know how to use to kill. And it's absolutely out of the way to let anyone come near you, you hear me?"

"But Mundy-?"

"No. I can't bear it. Tried it once for ten years and once more for a year. No, it won't happen again. No one will take you away from me." He tightened his hug around the Frenchman who sighed and smiled, wrapped up in strong arms.

"Likewise, mon amour."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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peachberry-milk · 4 years

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Not returned

( It was supposed to be a fluff and only that but somehow got to an angst and kinda all over the place )

warning: none that i can tell

word count: 1501

type: fluff and angst

original posted: 04-15-20

Stray Kids Felix x male reader ( x Jisung )

S/n = Stage Name

L/n = Last name

Third-person POV

Felix turned and faced the taller male, " How could you do this? I-I thought you...I thought I knew you better than this" He said covering his mouth, M/n rolled his green contacted lens eyes, as he gave the freckled face boy a poker face

"Just because I told you I'm dating Jisung doesn't mean I'm a bad guy Lix, Be happy that you were first to know," M/n said fixing his hair in the mirror since Felix had hit him in the back of the head when he saw Jisung and him kissing in the hallway,

Rolling his eyes as he tried to mask the pain he felt in his heart, he had been crushing on M/n since the h/c male first debuted in 2018 and it grew even more since he was first to announce the collaboration with Stray Kids. The two were close, but he guessed that it wasn't that type of closeness that Felix hoped for.

"Wow and here I thought we were the best of friends M/n" Felix shook his head, "so how long have you've been dating?" the short male asked, M/n looked up for a second before looking at Felix, "about three weeks," he said smiling, " I really like him, Lix, I haven't felt this way in such a long," He said lightly in tone, his ex-girlfriend had been verbally abusive to him, after dating her for 5 years, he broke it off, he couldn't handle it anymore even though, even if he really did love her.

Felix bit his lip and swallowed the saliva in his mouth, "really? wow...that's...that's great M/n" He breathed out while trying to not cry in front of him. The heaviness in his heart continues to feel even heavier.

" W-Well I gotta go, Changbin needs me to do something for him, bye," Felix said while quickly leaving the older male in the hallway. M/n furrowed his eyebrows "O...Kay" he whispered out while going to find his 'boyfriend'

After finding Changbin, Felix tells him everything that happened and cries in the middle of it, Changbin sighs as he pats his best friends back, " You don't need him, everyone knew that you liked him a lot, Jisung is in the wrong so when are you going to fight him?" Changbin asks as he pushes Felix away from him, trying to lighten the mood Felix grabs a tissue and wipes his snot and tear covered face, he blew his nose and did that a few more times.

Changbin's face held disgust but hid it once the other looked at him with a sad expression, Changbin sighed as he never got the answer to his joke, and got his phone, " I'll ask Jisung if he could hang out and ask, what happened okay?"

Felix nodded and saw Changbin leave the room, the Aussie male sighed and decided to walk outside to go see if anyone else will listen to him. He texted Chan but he didn't get a fast enough reply, so then he texted Seungmin but he was with his boyfriend on a date, he then went to text M/n but then remembered he was the reason why he needs to talk to someone about it.

Felix sighed as he stopped in the hallway he walked to, he laid his head on the wall, as he started to look at all the photos the two had, " We weren't even dating but it feels as if my heart is broken into millions of pieces. M/n why couldn't you see that I love you, so very much" He whispered, "Well maybe this M/n guy knew but thought that he never had a chance so he kinda just gave up on asking you out"

Felix looked up and saw M/n looking at him with a sad smile on his face, "M-M/n I-" M/n shook his head, " I know Felix, I know you love me, but I'm with Jisung now, We both had chances but were too scared to admit it, I'm sorry Felix... but please move on, it'll be for the best" M/n said softly, looking into his friend's eyes, Felix shook his head slowly, " Who is that the best for? Not me that's for sure, how come that benefits everyone except for me?" the Aussie questioned.

M/n sighed, " Felix, please don't make this harder than it is, It hurts knowing that I'm the one hurting you" Felix scoffed " Then stop hurting me, break up with Jisung, and then pretend you guys never even dated" M/n's eyes sadden, he looked down then looked up " I can't do that Felix, I love Jisung now, If my feelings went away for you then so will yours" He tried to reason with him but Felix left hurting even more than before.

M/n hung his head as he went back to Jisung and Changbin, "What's the matter babe?" Jisung asked tilting his head a bit, causing M/n to smile, " Nothing, worth mentioning" Changbin got the message that it didn't end so well, so he pretends to look at his phone and said "Felix needs help, I'll be back" Changbin said, " I hope with this clears out though" Changbin gave a tight smile and left the couple alone.

Changbin entered the room and was met with a red-eyed, snot running from his nose Felix, the shortest sighed and quickly hugged him, " I know it hurts Lix, but you'll get over it I promise, let's go get ice cream and watch any movie you want, Okay?" the oldest said as he rubbed his band mates back, Felix nodded "Okay, I just wish I could turn back time" He mumbled into the black shirt, "Don't we all, but M/n is happy now, his happiness is better than him being depressed, isn't it?" Felix nodded again, " I just wish I was the cause of that happiness" the sun-kissed boy moved away from his best friend and cleaned his face, " But YOU ARE, You're S/n aka M/n L/n's BEST FRIEND! your one of the main reasons why he's happy!!!" Changbin yelled at him, causing the other to flinch, his thoughts and mood changed, "Y-Your right, I-I-I'm so stupid! After I apologized, take me to go ice cream okay?" Felix yelled out as he ran out of the dorm room. Changbin shook his head, " This kid is using me for my money"

TIME SKIP TO FELIX RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO FIND M/N

M/n laid his head on Jisung's thigh as his boyfriend ran his fingers through his hair, " It'll be okay, He'll come to his senses" Jisung smiled as he saw M/n slowly close his eyes.

Felix knocked on the door " You guys better have clothes on! cause I'm coming inside" He said through the door, Jisung laughed making M/n to wake up, "we're not doing anything, Felix, come inside" Jisung said, M/n stood up from Jisungs lap and looked at Felix who looked at him, " I'm sorry for the way I've acted, I hadn't been a very good friend to you, instead of being happy that your happy, I was upset and wanted to break you guys up" He confessed sighing.

Jisung looked at him in surprised, he was starting to feel bad, he did know that Felix had a crush on the older male but he never it was a mutual feeling towards each other, "Thanks Lix, I appreciate it, You'll always be my best friend, no matter what" M/n smiled and opened his arms, Felix smiled and walked into his arms. They pulled away as Felix said goodbye and left the couple.

M/n and Jisung watched him leave, M/n sighed as he looked over at Jisung, " If you still like him, then why be with me?" Jisung asked tilting his head, M/n sadly smiled at him, "Because we just weren't meant to be with each other, and I lost feelings when I started hanging with you, also Changbin likes Felix anyway, I'll feel too guilty" He let it all out, Jisung scoffed but smiled, " That's very mature of you M/n, but I feel guilty now" He pouted as he crossed his arms, M/n chuckled "Don't worry baby, He'll get over it as I did" He wrapped his arms around jisung's waist and kissed him softly, he pulled away and smiled "come on let's go, we have a date!" M/n said causing Jisungs pout to quickly go away and smiled brightly.

The new-ish couple walked hand in hand as they went over to M/n's car. Felix and Changbin watched as the car pulled away from the building, The Aussie smiled sadly at it, Changbin looked over at him as he licked his ice cream, "come on, let's go watch that movie" Changbin pulled him away and walked into their room.

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #kpop x male reader #kpop fluff #kpop oneshots #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop x male #stray kids x male reader #topmalereader #malereader #x male reader #kpop angst #stray kids felix #stray kids jisung

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saltybaltic · 5 years

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Natasha Romanoff X Reader - INSOMNIA

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: Not being able to sleep at night isn’t always a bad thing when it means clearing the air. It’s soft Nat hours.

Warnings: Language

Words: 714

When you walked out onto the rooftop and saw her curled up in the corner of her chair, you almost turned on the spot and walked back inside. It was three o clock in the morning and you were already struggling with total exhaustion. The last thing you needed was what was probably going to be a tense and awkward conversation with the stoic assassin you called a team mate. She almost looked harmless from where you were stood watching her; her hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, dressed in a pair of old sweatpants and a tank top and her legs tucked under herself while she focused on the book in her hands. Every now and again she would stick her tongue out the corner of her mouth in thought or brush a stray strand of hair out of her eyes as the wind blew it out of place and you found yourself watching her for longer than you would like to admit to anyone. Even after everything that had happened between the two of you recently, you still found her absolutely mesmerising.

Someone had suggested getting somewhere to relax on the roof top a long time ago and since then the team had been working on setting up a little, quiet spot they could use. Natasha had chosen to settle herself in the corner of a large chair swing, big enough to seat two or three people, and you couldn’t help thinking it made her look incredibly small and fragile.

Almost as if she sensed she was being watched, Natasha looked up from what she was reading and her eyes met yours. For a moment you panicked that she would be annoyed you had encroached on her time alone, but you quickly dismissed that and took a few steps closer to where she was sitting.

“Can’t sleep?”

Shaking your head at her question, you collapsed into the chair opposite her with a sigh before looking out over the city, “Occupational hazard I guess.”

Natasha nodded, throwing her book down onto the small table in front of her, “You can sit here you know, I don’t bite.”

“I didn’t wanna intrude.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t really focusing on what I was reading anyway.” admitted Natasha, shuffling around until she was sat up a little straighter. Nodding to the spot beside her on the chair, she gave you a smile, “Sit with me.”

You didnt offer any kind of arguement, knowing that trying to fight Natasha on something was usually pointless, and as soon as you settled into the opposite corner of the chair, Natasha adjusted her position to stretch her legs out across you.

Silence settled over the pair of you for a while, focusing on the distant sound of the city traffic that you couldn’t help but find oddly soothing. Natasha’s voice eventually brought your attention back to her.

“You sure it’s just work? The reason you can’t sleep?”

Leaning your head back against the chair, you turned slightly so you could look at her properly, “Maybe it’s a few things ... couldn’t switch off I guess.”

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

There was so many things you wanted to say to her but for some reason you shook your head in response, patting her legs reassuringly with a small smile, “I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve really gotta work on that.” muttered Natasha, resting her elbow on the back of the chair and looking back at you, “You suck at hiding how you feel.”

You let out a sigh, looking down at your lap with another shake of your head, “Well maybe you could teach me since you’re so good at it.”

You visibly winced at your own words, but when you looked back up at Natasha she looked more amused than annoyed.

“I’m sorry that was really fucking bitchy, I didn’t mean t-“

“It’s fine.” interrupted Natasha quietly, “I’d say you’ve earned maybe one cheap shot.”

Nodding your head slowly, you chewed on your lip as you tried to think of anything you could say next. The atmosphere was a little frosty, although that was hardly surprising given recent events.

“Well if you don’t wanna talk ... do you mind if I say something?”

Your gaze drifted from where you had been staring off into the distance, looking back at the woman beside you and for the first time since you’d met her she seemed unnerved as she waited for your response.

“Sure.”

Natasha crossed her legs over where they were settled across your lap, and she opened and closed her mouth several times before eventually a nervous laugh rumbled from the back of her throat that seemed to cut the tension somewhat, “I’m sorry, I had like a million things prepared to say to you and now you’re here it’s like my brain has stopped working.”

“I didn’t realise I was so intimidating.”

You’d said it as a joke, but at your words Natasha’s face became more serious and she pursed her lips tightly before speaking, “I think that might just be our problem.”

“I doubt that.”

“One of the things I’ve liked from the beginning about ... us, is that we can always speak candidly with one another.” started Natasha, fidgeting absentmindedly with a stray thread on the back of the chair, “And so I don’t think it’s out of line for me to say that this ‘just being friends thing’ isn’t really working out for us, is it?”

Scuffing your toe against the ground to swing the chair back slightly, you couldn’t help but feel both incredibly uncomfortable but also overwhelmingly grateful that Natasha had actually brought the topic of conversation up, “I guess not, no.”

“I know it’s my fault.” continued Natasha, the corner of her lip twitching into the faintest trace of a smile, “I know ... I did this. And I made this decision and ... well, I’ve been a bit of an asshole really.”

Seeing that you weren’t going to argue with her, Natasha took that as her cue to continue.

“When you joined the team it was weird for me to get so close with someone so quickly. I spent years forming these relationships with everyone else and we’ve been through a lot together which is what connects us. But with you ...” trailing off, Natasha shrugged bashfully, “I didn’t expect to fall for you so ... easily.”

Blinking in surprise, it took you a second to actually digest what Natasha had said and you almost choked on your own breath in response, “You. Hang on. Wait. What?”

“I think you heard me.” chuckled Natasha, obviously amused by your surprise.

“But you ...” you frowned in thought, “You broke up with me.”

Natasha shook her head with a hum, “I don’t actually think we were together.”

“You’re not getting off on a technicality, Nat.” you huffed out, irritation getting the better of you and wanting to put some distance between the pair of you. Placing your hands down on the seat, you went to push yourself up from underneath her legs but before you had a chance to get too far, Natasha placed one of her feet against your chest and forced you back into place.

“Please don’t go. I’m sorry. Look, I need to say this, please.” Natasha kept her foot pressed against your chest until you relaxed back into your seat and tilted your head as a gesture for her to continue, “When we started ... well you know ...”

“Sleeping together?” you offered, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the bumbling, nervous version of Natasha you were currently sat next to.

“Yes. That.” muttered Natasha, pointing her finger at you in agreement, “We both said we were going to keep it casual and not get feelings involved and just ... not make a big deal of it.”

Pushing your foot against the ground, you rocked the chair gently back again, “Yeah I know. We agreed we had to work together and live together and we didn’t want it getting messy. And then you dumped me because apparently it was ‘getting too complicated’ as you so eloquently put it.”

Natasha bit the inside of her cheek at your condescending tone. She wanted to be annoyed about the way you were speaking to her and if it had been anyone else, she probably would have launched herself at them. Unfortunately though, Natasha knew you had every reason to be irritated.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” admitted Natasha, “The only person complicating things was me and it was because I knew I was developing feelings for you. And then I just broke things off with you instead of talking to you about it and figuring this out together. Cause you know ... I’m an idiot.”

You breathed out a laugh “Well, you said it.”

Natasha broke out into a small smile, daring to reach forward enough that she could brush her fingers over the top of your hand, “I understand if you can’t forgive me or you don’t want to but ... I would really, really, really like it if we could start over.”

Turning your hand over underneath hers, you allowed her to trace her finger over your palm, “Is that so?”

“I miss you.” admitted Natasha, “I miss being around you all the time. I miss talking to you. I miss falling asleep with you. And you know, I miss the other stuff too ...”

As Natasha trailed off, you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly and grab her finger to give it a squeeze, “Natasha Romanoff are you blushing?”

“Shut up.”

Laughing again, you moved to grab her wrist and tug her gently in your direction, “C’mere.”

Natasha looked hestitant until you gripped her wrist harder and pulled her a little more forcefully towards you. Sitting up onto her knees, she shuffled over until she was sat pressed against your side. You sat up a little straighter so it was easier to run your hand along the back of the chair and wrap your arm around her, not missing the small sigh Natasha let out as she rested her head on your shoulder.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, the pair of you settled into silence for several minutes before you leaned in closer and spoke quietly, “Starting over sounds good.”

You weren’t able to see her face from where she was curled into your side, but Natasha’s lips turned up into a wide smile at your words. She wrapped an arm around your waist, somehow shuffling further into you and her fingers digging eagerly into your side as if she wanted to get as close to you as humanly possible. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, “And I missed you too.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #mcu fanfiction #natasha romanov #natalia romanoff #x reader #natalia romanova

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liliah39 · 4 years

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Unforgettable (Roger Taylor x Reader Oneshot)

Warnings: None! Talk of sex, bad words, but really just loads of fluff.

Word count: 4K

Plot: This is based off of @yourlocalmusicalprostitute ‘s request which read “Plz give me bad-ass hard to tie down reader that Roger cant help but chase after cause he likes a challenge” which then inspired me to write this based off of the song Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, so give that a listen while reading. -C

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June, 1975

“Unforgettable, that’s what you are,”

The song played on a loop each time he saw you.

Each time he thought of you.

So basically every minute of every day.

But this time, sitting in the lounge of the bar in the early hours of the morning with his band mates, all of them too exhausted to get up and move from their show just hours before and a couple of days of partying, so the four of them just sat in the cushioned, velvet booth, silently enjoying their drinks. Roger had zoned off when he saw you leave with some guy you’d been talking to all night.

Again.

And now he was fantasizing, thinking of that song.

Your song.

He knew it was never going to happen; you were always onto the next thing, not an easy one to catch. But still, the thought of it was nice. Made him smile.

“Roger!” Freddie yelled, snapping a finger in his face as he was reeled back to reality.

“So… who’s got your mind this time?” Brian teased.

“Oh shove off guys,” Roger blushed.

“Who is she?” John egged on.

“ ‘C’mon, Roger.” Freddie started. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Who’s the lucky lady? There’s a new one every night?” His question send the other two into a spiral of laughter.

“It’s not like that,” Roger said, attempting to hide his blush.

“Then what’s it like, mate?” Brian pressed.

“It’s Y/N, okay?”

“Again?”

Roger nodded.

“God, Rog,” John added, “you bring her up like-“

“Yeah, every week, John. I know.” Roger sighed.

“Darling, you’ve got to say something soon. Why haven’t you? You’re desirable?” Freddie said.

“Because It’s Y/N. She’s… untouchable.”

“Um, you’re a rock star, Rog.” Brian said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I know, I know. But she’s rich, her daddy’s got money. She does what she wants, when she wants to.”

“But Darling, we’ve been friends with her since college. The two of you especially.” Freddie smiled.

“I know.”

“And she follows us around because you told he she could.”

“Because she wanted to,” Roger corrected. “And I wanted to see her all the time. But it’s been how long, three months now we’ve seen her go off with a different guy every night? And I’ve been that guy how many times?”

Silence.

“Exactly. None. It’s getting exhausting.”

“So, why don’t you just tell her how you feel, Roger? That’s what I did with Veronica, and you’ve got much more confidence than I ever will.” John admitted.

“I- I can’t. Not when it comes to her.” Roger sighed. “You know what guys, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go back to my room.” He moped.

“Hey mate,” Brian said, grabbing his arm as he walked past him. “Just think; just two more weeks until the tour is over. Then you can get out of this funk.” He smiled sympathetically.

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As Roger boarded the elevator, he couldn’t help but think of you. Think that you were in the same building, on the same floor his room was on.

It drove him crazy.

As he walked down the hall to his room, he stopped for a moment, gazing down one door and across the hall to your room, considering knocking; catching you in the middle of the act with the bloke who you’d been seducing all night in efforts to take a hit at your reigning ego, but in retrospect, what would it all be for? To improve his own state of mind?

With a groan of frustration he un-locked his door and stripped to his boxers, shutting off the lights and flopping onto his bed.

In the darkness, his mind wandered as he found himself too hopelessly enamored with you to fall asleep. He wasn’t one to fall head over heels for someone, it was usually quite the opposite. Girls always fell head over heels for him, all except for one girl.

You.

It drove him mad, but some part of him couldn’t get himself to stop chasing you. To stop saying yes to everything you asked for. Maybe he liked the chase, the fact that you didn’t want him made him want you more.

Or did you want him?

At this point, he wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing. Every morning, Roger woke up to a knock at the door, you, in your 1920’s night robe, coming to give him a back massage. It made every day worth getting out of bed. The ‘20’s robe suited you; you always had given off a sort of modern day flapper vibe, you know, hard to tie down, just looking to have fun, pretty, naive but seductive. All of it.

The back massages confused Roger, it was like you were his in the morning, but at night you were a free bird, trying to catch another new breath of wind for the night, yet in the mornings you always came back. Maybe that was why he also had so many one night stands, to mimic you. Show that he was just as free willed. Or maybe it was to forget you, to prove to himself that he could move on from you.

But he never could.

In all honesty, he hated one night stands. The king of one night stands hated them, all because he only had one girl on his mind.

His mind couldn’t help but drift to the image of you as he groaned in disbelief of his unfortunate position. There wasn’t one thing he could think of that he disliked about you. He loved your body; had been craving it for years now. Your face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, your hair like perfectly spun silk, always effortlessly framing your face. He loved the way you dressed, it looked vintage, and classy, yet undoubtedly sexy. You knew what you were doing with your sheer tops and skirts that were custom hemmed almost too short. The only way he could think to describe your style was classy (but not too classy) rocker.

He glanced at the alarm clock, realizing he’d been fantasizing about you for a full hour without any glimpse of sleep in his near future, so he got out of bed and put on a pair of pants and decided to go for a walk.

When he opened the door to his room, he glanced down the hallway toward yours, realizing the door was left open, immediately worried for your well being, so he rushed over, and didn’t see anyone in the main foyer of your room, so walked in. He walked into the bedroom, mind panicking as he saw no trace of you and noticed there was no light on in the bathroom, until he felt a burst of wind, jumping from the ruffle of the large white curtain which covered the sliding glass door. He turned to the balcony to see your silhouette leaning against the railing in your sheer, 1920’s robe, figure completely illuminated by the moonlight as the wind blew your hair back. He stepped closer, knocking at the glass door to announce his presence, which made you jump in surprise, eyes immediately flicking open.

“Sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, walking on the balcony as you pulled him into a tight embrace.

You let out a breath of relief that it was just your friend, his sudden appearance knocking you out of your trance like state. “Thank god it’s you,” you smiled. “I was just enjoying the night. Come with me.” You said, grabbing his hand as you pulled him to the edge of the balcony.

Then, as you turned, he felt something small and hard brush his chest and looked down, the moonlight illuminating your breasts as you turned. You didn’t have anything on underneath your robe.

Anything.

Not even panties.

His breath hitched in his throat; he’d never seen you nude before. You always had a nightgown on when you’d come to his room in the morning.

“What are you doing up so late, Roger?” You asked as you looked at him. Your words snapped him from his trance as you admired his moonlit beauty.

“Oh, uh- just couldn’t sleep.” He tried to avoid to keep his hungry eyes off you, yet couldn’t help himself. “Say, why was your door wide open? I shut it behind me.”

“Oh,” you said, letting out an airy laugh. “I was bored. Just wanted to see who’d come in. I didn’t think anyone would, yet sure enough, look who came. Guess I was kind of hoping you would.” You laughed.

You hoped he would?

“Well, you shouldn’t leave the door open like that, Y/N,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s dangerous, Love. If something happened to you while on tour I think your dad would have my head.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You smiled. “I’ll be more careful next time, promise.” you said, creeping on your tip toes to peck a kiss on his cheek, breasts bouncing as you feel back down.

“You said you hoped it was me, Y/N. Why?”

“Been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you always have something on your mind, it’s like you don’t want to be around me anymore. What’s up with you?”

Wow, you couldn’t be more wrong, he thought.

“Oh, course I wanna be around you, Y/N. Think I’m just sad that the tour is ending.” He lied, thankful that it seemed believable. You seemed to accept his answer, but tentatively. You could still tell there was something up with him, but decided not to press; leaving the two of you in silence as you appreciated the beauty of the night.

“Oh.” You said with a simple pucker of your lips as you shaded your eyes from him. You could tell it was something more. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment. “Then why don’t you look at me? Why do you shy away from me? Avoid me? It’s like you don’t even want to think about me anymore, Roger.”

“Believe me, Y/N, I think about you all the time.” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he blushed.

“No, say what you said again. I’ve gotta make sure I heard you correctly.”

He let out a breath of air, “I said I think about you all the time, Y/N.”

“Then what’s with you?”

“What’s with me?” He scoffed. “I’m not the one taking a different guy to my room every night, I think I should be asking you the same question, Love.”

“That’s what this is about?” His look away from you seemed to confirm your question, so you continued. “I kept going, you know, bringing more and more guys back with me because I thought you didn’t care. Wanted to catch your attention.” You admitted.

“You what?”

You nodded your head. “I didn’t even do anything with the guy I left with tonight; most of the time I never actually do. Just make sure you see me leave with someone. ‘Course I’ve had a couple of one night stands throughout the tour, but not nearly as many as you have. Guess I figured I’d just keep leaving with guys until you noticed.”

“Let me get this straight. You’ve been faking having one night stands every night just to try to get my attention?”

You nodded with a giggle, “Guess it didn’t work very well.”

“Why me, Y/N?”

“I’ve liked you for quite some time now, Rog. Just didn’t know how to tell you, so I guess I tried to make you jealous instead?” You tentatively admitted earning a groan from Roger as he rested his elbows on the railing, fingers brushing through his hair as he hung his head in his hands.

“You must be joking,”

You shook your head.

“Do you realize I’m absolutely fucking mad about you?”

“You are?!?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were happy with your one night stands every night and just couldn’t handle it anymore. Now it turns out your one night stands aren’t even one night stands, and I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, shocking him slightly until he ultimately softened into it, the two of you making out on the deck as you each learned of your new found love for one another.

“It’s about time this happened,” you smiled when you both pulled away for a second. You’d never seen him smiling bigger as he pulled away for a moment.

“You can say that again,” he smiled back as he brought a hand up to your jaw, his other hand roaming along your body. Your arms settled around his neck as he scooped you into his arms and carried you inside to the bed, your robe falling open. He looked down with a satisfied smile, his eyes looking up at you lovingly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Love.”

“Then don’t.” You smiled, connecting your lips with his once more.

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As the tour came to an end, you and Roger grew closer, his arm subtly sneaking around your waist at the after parties, the two of you gazing across the bar to one another silently signaling you were ready to go back to one of your rooms for the night. There weren’t many nights you didn’t sleep together, but there were some.

Some that you left with other guys very early in the night, but you’d always come back to the bar and get Roger in a couple hours. It confused him; what did that mean for the two of you? Did that mean that you weren’t exclusive? And what would you do with those guys? What was their purpose? Roger never explicitly asked you; simply just happy that he now could spend time with you romantically, but it confused and slightly upset him nonetheless.

The week following the conclusion of the tour left the two of you out of contact; Roger assuming that his shot with you was over, until one day an envelope addressed to him with your name on it came to his house. It was an invitation to a Roaring ‘20’s themed party, one he knew would be just as grandiose as those which Freddie threw ever so often. He had a week to decide if he’d be going, and though a part of him wanted to call you immediately and say he’d be there, something held him back.

Jealousy.

Jealousy because he thought you were deciding to keep your romantic life open.

A couple hours later while Roger was still overly contemplating the invitation to your party, he was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from his good friend and band mate Freddie.

“Hello, Darling.”

“Hi, Fred.”

“What’re you wearing Saturday?”

Roger stuttered to find an answer to his friends’ abrupt question.

“You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Well,” he trailed off.

“Roger,” Freddie scolded, “you must!”

“But I’m afraid she’s seeing other guys; that we have an open relationship. I just don’t want to put myself through all that again. I’ve been chasing her for too long.”

“Well you’ll never know if you don’t go, now will you Roger?”

Roger paused a moment before responding, knowing Freddie was right, but partially just not wanting to admit it.

“Yeah; I guess so.”

“That’s my Roger. Now get your fucking confidence up, Darling and get your girl!”

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Though partially due to Freddie’s everlasting perseverance, Roger did end up deciding to go to your party on Friday. All four of Queen’s men arrived in a limo to your mansion together, the party already bustling outdoors, completely assuming the appearance of an authentic Gatsby party. Roger’s suit looked authentic to the time period, only helping to further accentuate his natural beauty. As they all walked in together, they were handed glasses of champagne and ushered into the large ballroom where the party was being hosted, Roger eagerly looking for you, but not being able to locate you in the ever growing sea of people.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You purposely waited to make your debut until all of Queen had gotten to your party, partially so you could have your true, authentic friends to surround yourself with instead of having to make fake conversation with people you only half knew, but you also wanted to be able to make a grand entrance to impress Roger. You’d admit it; you liked to have fun, but in the last week you’d missed Roger being at your side, and decided you were ready to take a step forward in your relationship.

You looked down at your outfit once more and took a glance in the mirror, slightly adjusting your necklace before sending a butler down to the Jazz band to have them start their music for your introduction. You had a blush pink silk gown custom made just for the event which you paired with a huge, extremely glamorous and 1920’s themed pink feather shawl, pink silk gloves of the same material as your dress, a large diamond ring and a thick diamond collar. You heard the introduction start as you stepped out onto the stairs, grabbing a microphone to talk to your guests as you cascaded down the stairs.

“Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for coming! I’ve been on tour with the boys, and I missed you all so much that I just had to throw a party!” Everyone cheered. “Now Darlings, Darlings,” you laughed, “all the drinks are on me tonight, so everyone grab a flute of champagne, and let’s get fucking wasted!” You screamed, raising your opposite hand of champagne in the air as everyone hooted and hollered, a DJ taking over the music.

As you reached the base of the stairs, you felt an arm grab your wrist, turning to find Roger surrounded by his band mates.

“Hello, boys”! You smiled, pulling them in for a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you all could make it!” The other three made small talk with you, but Roger just stood there awkwardly, still holding onto your wrist as he stumbled to find words to say to you.

“Did you, um, want to say something, Rog?”

“Oh, yeah,” he stuttered, snapping back to reality and awkwardly removing his hand from your wrist, instead using it to pretend to fix his suit jacket. The your of you looked at him expectantly, Brian shoving him in his shoulder in efforts to push the words out of him. “I, uh, just wanted tell you that you look freat- uh I mean grantastic, uh,” he sighed as he shook his head in disbelief at his awkwardness around you.

Freddie looked at him in disbelief as Deaky raised his hand to his mouth to try to conceal his laughter. Brian looked between the two of you in efforts of mending his friends dignity a tad. “Y/N,”Brian chuckled, “I think he meant to say you look fantastic, right, Roger?”

Roger nodded in response as he tried to avoid your glistening eyes.

“Well thanks, Rog.” You smiled. “All of you look fantastic as well. I’ve gotta go say hi to more guests, but I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You winked as you floated off into the sea of people, the three of them glaring at Roger with wide eyes.

“I know, I know! I can’t believe how much of an idiot I just was either.” He sighed.

“Darling, you’ve gotta stop with all this insecure bullshit!” Freddie said with a drink of champagne. “Be the Roger Taylor you are in the magazines, the Roger Taylor you are with every single other girl. She’ll have no chance at resisting you then, Dear.”

“I must say though,” Deaky added, “I’m usually the awkward one with girls, so seeing you be awkward with a girl is quite rewarding, I must admit.”

“Oh shove off. Fred, that’s the thing though, I can’t be like I am with other girls with her. I try, and then I make a fool out of myself. You saw what just happened!”

“Then what is it, Rog?” Brian interjected. “Is she different because she’s the first one you actually had feelings for.”

“Somethin’ like that. Yeah.”

“She has feelings for you too, mate. You’ve got this. We’re gonna help, and you’ll have her by the end of the night.”

~~~~~~~~~~

After some slight planning and a couple of beers, the boys split up to unfold their plan. Roger stood at the edge of the bar, concealing a microphone in his jacket as he watched Freddie and Brian talk to you on the other side of the room. John paid the DJ to stop playing for a little bit and requested that the jazz band played a song for Roger to make his move.

Roger’s song to you.

As Roger took a deep breath, he saw John wink at him; the band starting the first chord of the introduction to the song, giving him ample time to speak.

He clicked on the microphone.

This is it.

“Y/N, Love,” he said, silencing the crowd. Everyone separated to watch the two of you, creating a clear pathway from him to you as Freddie pushed your forward. “I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, and just can’t shake it, no matter how hard I try. So, I’d like to ask you to share this dance with me, Sweetheart, because ever since I met you all those years ago, this has always been the song that makes me think of you.” The crowd awed as the two of you joined in the center of the floor, the singer starring perfectly on cue.

“Unforgettable

That's what you are

Unforgettable

Tho' near or far”

“Roger,” you blushed. “This is so perfect.”

And it all was, you looked like a dream. He’d never been so awe stricken in his life.

“It’s true, Love. You’re completely unforgettable.”

“Like a song of love that clings to me

How the thought of you does things to me

Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way”

The two of you swept across the dance floor effortlessly; a childlike smile never leaving your faces. Roger softly sang the lyrics in your ear, his strong meaning behind them prevalent.

“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Roger.” You giggled.

“Only for you, Love.”

“I think I like this side of you,” you smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“And forever more, that's how you'll stay

That's why darling it's incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Thinks that I am unforgettable too”

The song slowed to an end as the two of you stopped dancing in the centre of the floor. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, foreheads touching. Roger froze, unsure of how you felt.

Unsure of what to do next.

“That song is very true, Rog.” You whispered.

“Huh?”

“I think you’re unforgettable, too.” You smiled.

“So does that mean, you know?” He blushed.

“That I’m your girlfriend?”

He nodded.

“I thought you’d never ask.” you smirked, pressing your lips to his, the kiss passionate, yet full of love. The crowd roared in cheers for the two of you as Roger dipped you, the two of you giggling.

“I love you, Rog,” you said as he lifted you back up.

“I’ve waited to hear you say that for too long.” He sighed, rubbing his nose with yours and making you giggle.

“Well, now I’m all yours.” You said as you brought your lips to his once more.

This moment was to be one of many unforgettable ones to come with Roger, and even five years later on your wedding night, you recreated this very moment, dancing to the same exact song, making that unforgettable too.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This one makes me so soft. I love it. Keep sending in one shot requests! I’ll answer them all! As Always, Please excuse typos. Thanks for reading! -C

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swanky fortune - part seven | t.h.

Summary: life keeps you apart, Tom has a rotten morning and you return to your life

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Dance Monkey by Tones and I

Author’s Note: I did it y’all. I hope you’re proud of me, because I honestly did not think I would pull through. This part had me squealing, will you squeal with me? Also, trying some new pics, gif is not mine! Make sure to leave some feedback :’)

Warnings: cussing and swearing

Word Count: 3,6k

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Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. What could he possibly want from you?

“Yes. I am. And you are…?”

The man nodded and gave you a polite smile.

“You can call me Felix. I am here to pick you up for the airport.”

Wait, what?

Your smile faltered and you frowned at him.

“You are? But Tom said that he was going to drive me to the airport,” you pointed out and the man- Felix, ducked his head.

“Mr. Holland was called away, he has some important business to take care of and he asked me to escort you to the airport.”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointment wash over you. Of course you understood, honestly you were really surprised that Tom was able to spend so much time with you as he already did, but if you had known, you would have said good bye properly the last time you saw him. Hell, you couldn’t even remember when you saw him last.

“Oh, yes. That makes sense. Uhm. Just let me grab my stuff real quick,” you told Felix, your tone much more subdued and you went inside to grab your luggage.

“Get a grip, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself and shouldered the backpack, dragging your suitcase to the doorway where he was waiting for you.

“Let me take that for you,” Felix said and grabbed your suitcase, before making his way over to the elevator, leaving you to follow him.

You were flipping over your phone in your hand as you walked over the marbled floor to the elevator, your phone blinking, an apology text from Tom already waiting for you.

Tom: I hope you read this before Felix comes to pick you up, but I can’t drive you to the airport. I know this sucks because we couldn’t finish our conversation from last night, but my agent is really on my arse about this and I wouldn’t cancel on you if this wasn’t important. I’m really, really sorry and if it helps, I haven’t had the best morning anyways. I promise I will make it up to you.

Tom: Have a safe flight love, let me know when you land xx

With a sigh you locked your phone and slipped it in the pocket of your backpack. You were way too emotional to form a reply right now, you were going to wait until you calmed down to text him back. You followed Felix out of the hotel and clambered into the backseat of the car.

“Do you want to stop for breakfast on the way to the airport?” Felix asked, looking back to you after he’s got in the driver’s seat.

You shook your head, buckling up.

“No, I’m fine. We can go straight to the airport, thanks.”

He nodded and turned his eyes back on the street before he started the drive towards the airport, with the radio providing the only sound in the car.

You leaned your head against the window and watched buildings pass by in a blur, before you closed your eyes.

“Good bye Los Angeles,” you mumbled under your breath when you opened your eyes again, but the only thing you were seeing was Tom smiling at you and his warm, brown eyes.

A couple hours before, across the city…

“Mate, you gotta wake up.”

Tom whined in his sleep and turned over in his king-size bed, huffing a breath out of his nostrils before his breath evened out again, small snores filling the room.

Harrison hesitated. Tom had stumbled into the apartment pretty late the night before and he had only muttered out a quick ‘Argument with Jeff’ out, before he disappeared into his bedroom.

Harrison had wanted to go in to cheer his best mate up a bit, but standing outside the door, he had heard muffled talking, Tom’s soft voice and he knew that someone else was already taking care of that. It was why it was so much harder for him to wake him up now, knowing how upset Tom was going to be with the change of plans.

“Tom, seriously, wake up,” Harrison said gently and shook the brunet by the shoulders.

“Whatttt?” Tom groaned and covered his eyes with his hand, his other reaching for his phone.

“It’s not even time for me to get up to drive Y/N to the airport, bro.”

“Jeff is here,” Harrison told him and Tom sat up, blinking at him in confusion.

“Here here?”

Harrison gave him a look and Tom sighed, throwing the blanket back and getting out of his comfortable bed. If his agent really showed up in person at his place, it wasn’t a good sign.

He headed into his bathroom to brush his teeth and scowl at his reflection in the mirror, before he slipped on some sweats and a t shirt.

“Morning Jeff,” Tom yawned while he padded to the kitchen where Jeff was talking to Harry and Sam.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Jeff said sarcastically and the twins quickly disappeared into the backyard with Harrison as the tension rose in the room. Jeff was a great agent, Tom was really thankful for everything he’s done. But he’s also a stickler to the rules. If it was Jeff’s call, Tom was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any time off anymore and just spend it getting interviewed, doing photoshoots and making sure his image was clean as slate.

It was safe to say that they got along greatly professionally. Personally? Not that much.

Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard before pouring himself some coffee. “It’s not even nine am, cut back the sarcasm. Do you want some coffee?”

Jeff shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. So Tom was right. His agent was not here to congratulate him for the premiere the day before.

“So, what’s up?” Tom asked, sipping on his coffee while he stared at Jeff.

Jeff stared back at him, his forehead creased. “You’ve been slacking off the last few days, Tom. I can’t believe you blew off the photo shoot with Cosmopolitan on Friday.”

“I was tired, Jeff. And it was the day before the premiere, did you really expect me to have time to do a photo shoot on top of everything?” Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It really was too early for all of this.

“But you had the time to hang around that fan who won the Brothers Trust ruffle?”

Tom narrowed his eyes at Jeff. He didn’t particularly like the direction Jeff was steering this conversation to. “Her name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Jeff hissed, massaging his temples. “The reason why you almost got mobbed at the Four Seasons if it weren’t for me?”

“It wasn’t her fault, I wasn’t being careful,” Tom pointed out and Jeff snorted, leaning on the counter with his hands.

“That’s exactly my point. She’s distracting you. I have never seen you out of your game like this before, she’s messing with your head and it’s not good, Tom. I thought you always prided yourself on being focused and always giving your best when you’re working,” Jeff taunted and Tom slapped a hand on the counter, feeling anger simmering up in him.

“Do not turn my words against me, Jeff,” He snapped out. “You know I’ve never liked doing so many photo shoots, I’m an actor for god’s sake, not a model.”

“It was a promotional shoot. For your new movie, remember?”

“Don’t patronize me.”

Tom downed the last of the coffee before he put the empty mug in the dishwasher, sighing. In the end, he knew that Jeff just wanted the best for his career, and Tom really owed him a lot of his success.

“Why are you here, Jeff?” he then asked, his voice milder than before. He was tired and the more he fought, the longer this conversation was going to be (and the longer you had to wait for him).

“I’m here to accompany you to the Cosmopolitan photoshoot. They agreed to a second shoot to make up for the one you ditched,” Jeff said and Tom’s eyes widened, he was shaking his head vigorously.

“No no no, I can’t. I’m supposed to bring Y/N to the airport, and this wasn’t planned, I- What the fuck, Jeff?” He argued agitated and Jeff only held up a hand, uncharacteristically calm.

“Zendaya and Jake are also going to be there. There’s no way you can get out of this.”

Tom stared at his agent in disbelief before he threw his hands up, cursing. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re doing this Jeff,” he muttered, his heart sinking when he thought of you. “Y/N’s going to be so upset.”

Jeff clasped Tom on the back, his face sporting a grin. “If she really is that amazing like you’re painting her to be, she’ll understand buddy. Now get dressed.”

oOo

“Ahhhh! I can’t believe you asked Zendaya how her kiss with Zac was!” Luisa yelled and pulled you in for a hug.

“Geez, is that really how you greet me?” you snorted and patted her back before you pulled away, shouldering your backpack. Even though the flight was quite pleasant, it still was rough to spend nine hours in a cramped up seat.

She shot you a beaming smile and wrapped an arm around your neck as you made your way to the exit of the airport.

“Can’t have you get all cocky just because you walked the red carpet with some celebrities,” she teased and you rolled your eyes fondly, heaving your suitcase in the trunk of Luisa’s car, getting in the passenger seat.

“So, I ordered some pizza and we’ll just pick it up on the way home. I figured you wouldn’t want to go out for food after your flight,” Luisa said and you gave her a grateful smile, buckling up as she started her car.

You turned your phone on, and waited as the apple logo lit up, before the phone pinged excessively.

“Jeez,” you muttered, swiping through your notifications.

Messages: Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅

Messages: Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Instagram: tomholland2013, hazosterfield, paddyholland2004 and five others started following you.

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Messages: Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Messages: Harrison: hey did u land yet

Messages: Harrison: tom thinks that u r mad at him

Messages: Harrison: pls text him back, he’s starting to annoy me

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

The corners of your mouth ticked up. This was a bit excessive, even for Tom. You swiped right on Harrison’s text, letting him know you landed, before you opened Tom’s texts:

You: it’s okay. Not going to lie, I am a little bit disappointed tho. How will you make it up to me?

You: Why would it help to hear that you haven’t had a great morning? Are you okay?

THREE UNREAD MESSAGES

Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼

Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅

Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔

Frowning, you pursed your lips. It seemed like Tom was really having trouble with something lately, but it was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, so you just let it slide.

You: Yep, just got off the plane 😊

You: Did you go through all of my insta posts?

You then opened Instagram, just to see red hearts blinking at the bottom of the screen, indicating the number of posts Tom had liked. Shaking your head, you dropped your phone in your lap and leaned your elbow against the window. What a dork.

Luisa glanced at you and raised an eyebrow at your serene smile, before turning her attention back on the road.

“What’s gotten you all smile-y?” she wanted to know and you shrugged, pursing your lips. You hadn’t told Luisa anything about what has happened between you and Tom yet, you weren’t even sure why.

“Just glad to be home.”

Luisa scoffed and as the car rolled to a stop by a red light, she poked your thigh. “Are you trying to tell me you’d rather be home than with Tom Holland? Girl, don’t even try to fool me.”

You flushed and turned away, clearing your throat.

“Jeez, the last time you were this red was when Julian from biology kissed you.”

She eyed you when you kept silent at her jab and her eyes widened comically as it dawned on her.

“Holy shit, did you kiss Tom Holland?”

“What? No, of course not,” you lied and Luisa cackled, shaking her head.

“Oh my god you totally did. Fuck, I deeply respect you, Y/N,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you haven’t told me, I need details!”

“I’ll tell you at home, for god’s sake keep your eyes on the road!”

Luisa laughed gleefully, but luckily, she didn’t mention it for the rest of the drive. After having picked up the pizza at your trusted Italian, you finally headed home and you nearly cried in relief when you tossed your luggage in the corner of the living room and dropped down on the couch. It’s been a long day.

“Hey, get up or the pizza will get cold,” Luisa said, kicking your foot that was hanging off the couch. “Don’t think you can get out of telling me all about that smooch with Tom Holland.”

Groaning loudly, you propped yourself up and dragged yourself to the table, opening the pizza carton all the while Luisa was staring at you with expecting eyes. You knew she was not going to let it go until you gave her every small detail about you and Tom.

Picking the mushrooms off of your slice, you let out a sigh before diving into your story and Luisa was clinging to every word that left your mouth.

“I can’t believe it,” she said after you’ve finished. “And you guys didn’t even have a chance to finish that conversation?”

You shook your head and she made a ‘yikes’ face. “I wouldn’t want to live through that cliffhanger.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered and pushed your half eaten pizza away. Your stomach was full and you knew there was a bunch of assignments waiting for you to start on them, it couldn’t wait any longer.

“Thanks for the pizza Lu,” you said and kissed her on the head. She smiled cheesily at you and waved her slice in your direction.

“I’m here if you need to talk!”

Sending her a thumbs up, you lugged your suitcase in your bedroom and cracked it open, tossing most of its content into the hamper for laundry later, before you sat down at your desk to get some work done.

As the sun set over the horizon, you had managed to check in with all of your professors to get the assignments you had to catch up on, contact fellow students for the material from the classes you had missed and outline an essay that was due the next week. Your eyes were drooping and you shut your laptop before pushing it away from you, stretching your arms with a yawn.

Reaching for your phone, you rubbed over your eyes as you scanned your notifications, your heart thumping in your chest when you caught sight of Tom’s name.

Tom: what? How’d you know?

Tom: oh shit I liked all of them 🤦‍♂

Tom: sorry, that probably creeped you out

Tom: how was your flight? what’re you up to right now? x😊

Biting on your lip, you let out a snort and swiveled in your chair. How can one be so Instagram inapt? It wasn’t like he was of a different generation, either.

You: it’s fine. I think it’s kinda cute, you’re like a fifteen year old with a crush

You: It was okay. I got plenty of sleep even though the person behind me kept jabbing their knee into my seat. I just caught up with everything I’ve missed from university. What are you doing? Something more exciting, I hope?

You exited the text chain and checked the time, pursing your lips. It’d be eleven pm in Los Angeles right now, but honestly, you weren’t even sure if he was still in the States or not. If you were honest, this was another part that held you back from throwing yourself into a relationship with Tom. The contrast between your lives could not be any more different. How would a relationship with him even work out if he was travelling most of the time and you were stuck back in your apartment, getting your degree?

The sound of your phone chiming a couple of times distracted you from your depressing thoughts and when you turned your phone to look at the notifications, you were surprised to see that Tom had already messaged you back.

Tom: trust me, I was much much worse when I was fifteen. Believe it or not, this is progress 🤷‍♂

Tom: I’m in South Korea!! Just finishing up the press tour before I finally head home

South Korea, huh.

You looked up the time in South Korea – around three pm – and wrinkled your nose. You returned to the textchain and his name was staring at you from the top of your phone screen. He must be in the middle of interviews and press meetings, you wondered how he found the time to text you. Tapping your finger nails against the side of your phone, you formulated the text message in your head, not wanting to type mindlessly on the keyboard before erasing all of it again.

Do you not have to do interviews? No, that sounded too harsh.

What are you doing right now? L a m e.

You groaned and pressed the phone against your forehead. Why was this so hard? You just made fun of Tom and his incompetence around Instagram and now you were sitting here, taking forever to reply to a simple text.

You: Press tour huh? Aren’t you supposed to, you know, actually do press instead of texting me? 🤔

Looked good enough.

A vibration announced of the arrival of a new text from him and you didn’t even have the time to exit the text chain. Damn that boy was a fast texter.

Tom: I am doing press. For myself. On you. Is it working?

Was it working? Judging by the smile on your face, it definitely was. But you were certainly not going to tell him that. As you were typing your reply, his text was pushed up by a new one.

Tom: I actually have to go now. Talk to you later? x

You pressed your lips together, forcing the ever growing smile on your face to shrink a bit, before you deleted what you had previously written and replaced it with a one word reply.

You: definitely.

Inhaling deeply, you felt your heart hammer against your rib cage and you smiled widely at the ceiling. Wow, you definitely were smitten with him. But he made it so easy. Why did he have to be so endearing and cute and nice? It was not going to be easy to resist him. Not that you had been doing a good job so far anyway.

oOo

The next couple of weeks flew by and next to the life crushing work you were doing for university, you had found your rhythm in your daily routine again. The daily routine that now apparently included a nightly phone or video call from Tom, because that was just how life worked right?

You glanced at the time stamp on your phone as you jogged up the stairs of your apartment building, breath coming short. It was nearing the time Tom was usually calling and you weren’t even home. Your calculus had class had run late and your stomach was grumbling since you hadn’t eaten anything yet.

Even though Tom’s texts that day were a lot more sparse than usual, you had blamed it on a probably packed schedule on his side, rather than throwing yourself into the pit of self-doubt. He was finally back home, surrounded by his family and friends, you were glad that he wasn’t constantly on the phone to text you.

Nevertheless, he’d always called you. Every night. So you wanted to get home, shovel some food in and burrow yourself in your bedroom by the time Tom called, because Luisa had this annoying habit of eavesdropping and giggling during your phone calls with Tom.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached your floor, keys already dangling in your hand. A delicious smell of tomato sauce wafted through the air and you were crossing your fingers that they were coming from your kitchen; Luisa really made a kick ass Spaghetti Bolognese if she got off of her ass.

Unlocking your door, you dropped your backpack unceremoniously by the wall and your whole apartment was smelling like an Italian restaurant. It was almost like heaven.

“You’re a godsend Lu!” you called towards the kitchen where you could hear her tinkering with the pots. You kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your jacket, before stumbling into the kitchen.

“I’m starving, I only grabbed a banana before I left for class and I forgot my wallet at home so I-.”

Your words died in your throat when you saw Tom standing in front of you, dressed in grey sweats and a white t shirt with a red stain on it. He was holding a spatula in one hand and was staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a sheepish grin.

“Hi darling. Hope you’re hungry.”

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