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hannieehaee · 5 months

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18+ / mdi

content: clueless!seokmin, established relationship, afab reader, he's a lil airheaded but thats fine bc he's cute, reader is a lil pushy, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1690

a/n: tysm to the person who requested <33 i lovelovelove this concept so much its so fitting for seokmin

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you loved seokmin, you really did. but there was only so much you could take before you went crazy.

he was the perfect boyfriend, truly! he fulfilled every boyfriend duty to an exemplary extent, leaving no part of you dissatisfied. except, well, for one.

you'd only started dating recently. it had been one, no, two months - if you count the talking stage, that is - since seokmin had grown the balls to ask for your number, claiming he had fallen head over heels for you the moment your mutual friend jeonghan had introduced you at a gathering a few months back. at first it had been simple back and forth flirting through text (and occasionally face to face, whenever you'd both had enough drinks to look into each other's eyes without blushing). then it turned into an official proposition from seokmin, who showed up with flowers one day and sheepishly asked if you'd consider being official with him. you, not being an idiot, jumped into his arms with an enthusiastic yes. and that's how you ended up here, two months into the perfect relationship.

and also two months into a sexless relationship. yes, sex was not the most important part of a relationship. you could accept it if seokmin never put his hands on you in that way, loving and respecting him no matter what. except he constantly did. he was an overly excited man, who would consistently touch and caress you (always innocently, in seokmin fashion) in order to express his love. it was never explicitly sexual, but to you it felt borderline. plus, you knew for a fact that the feeling was mutual. you knew that seokmin wanted you in the way you did him. at least going off one of the drunken conversations you had with him at some random gathering during your talking stage. he had made clear the way he saw you (in words you were too flustered to repeat). except that was the last mention of it. he'd never mentioned his sexual desires to you since then. you knew seokmin was a very proper and respectful man, that he would never push you into an uncomfortable position, but you really wished he would just take a damn hint.

you'd tried everything by now, except you were subtle about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. you'd tried extending the quick pecks he gave you every time he said goodbye, but were always met with a sheepish chuckle as he pulled away and gave you a cheeky wink before you could even try to stick your tongue in his mouth. you'd run your hands up and down his chest any time he held you in his arms, but would be promptly stopped as soon as he started tickling you. you'd press your ass up against him as he held you in your sleep, but you'd be met with big arms flipping you over to face him, cocooning you in his embrace.

he'd never outwardly reject you, but he'd absolutely misinterpret your advancements for innocent requests for his affections. you weren't sure if the man was trying to send you a message, or if maybe he was just an idiot when it came to this. you also weren't sure how many more nights you'd be able to walk into your room after your nightly routine to find a very delicious-looking seokmin, arms bare as he laid in your bed waiting to hold you in his arms.

the answer was zero. you weren't sure exactly what had broken the camel's back for you. but tonight you had just gone insane with desire for him. you'd walked into the room, spotting seokmin as he laid on your bed, sleeveless shirt showing off his muscles as he laid one of them behind his head while the other held onto his phone. the position gave you a perfect view of his flexed muscles. you were dizzy just at the sight. it was no surprise to you when your body took control over you, leading you to his side of the bed as you snatched his phone and threw it to the side before straddling him, attacking him with a heavy kiss. this was the first time you'd been so forward, but there was only so much a girl could take.

seokmin's reaction was what you'd expect from any man with a pretty girl sitting atop his lap. he kissed you back just as eagerly, allowing you to let your tongue play with his. you made out for a bit before you allowed your hips to begin sensually canting against his. much to your surprise, his arms wrapped around you, holding onto your ass as he guided your thrusts.

his breathy moans against your mouth were driving you mad. you could tell he had felt just as deprived as you. he must've been trying to be a gentleman all this time, not wanting to pursue you sexually unless you were 100% explicit about you wanting him in the same way. for some reason this made you want to jump his bones even more. thinking about a pent up seokmin holding back from letting you ride him into oblivion due to his respectful demeanor made you wanna sit on his cock until he cried.

you finally pulled away from him, heavy breath as you looked down at him, "seokmin."

"what's wrong?', his breath was just as heavy as yours, "do-do you not want to, baby? it's okay, we don't have to. would never wanna for-"

"seokmin. if you don't let me sit on your dick, i swear to god."

he looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth still open from having been interrupted mid speech, "w-what?"

"minnie, i've been wanting you to fuck me since the day you asked me for my number. you've been dodging me all this time and it's been making me go insane. i want you so fucking bad."

"me?! i-i wanted you too! just .. didn't wanna push you into anything. wasn't sure you wanted to do anything. it's only been one month ..."

"two months! i've been wanting to jump you since day one, minnie."

"o-oh."

"can i fuck you now, baby?"

"yes. fuck. please."

and that was all confirmation you needed to throw off your shorts and shirt, giving seokmin perfect view of your nude body. his reaction had your ego reaching brand new levels of high as he shyly reached out his arms to your chest, audibly moaning at your pretty silhouette. you helped him the rest of the way by placing his palms around your tits and lowering yourself to explore his mouth with your tongue once again.

you only made out for a minute or so, growing too frustrated with desire to have his massive length inside you. you made quick work of his tank top, throwing it aside as if it were your biggest enemy. but the real enemy had been his sweats, which were keeping you from the dick you'd daydreamed about every night for months on end. you must've looked insane, reaching superhuman speed to remove his pants and boxers all at once, leaving a very naked seokmin before you, with his cock taking the role of main character as it stood in all its might before you.

you couldn't help but salivate over it. it was so tall and thick, just as you'd imagined. you had to hold yourself back from begging seokmin to let you gag on it, not wanting to scare him off. you didn't want him to think you were some kind of sex maniac, but the sight of such a pretty cock without a mouth to envelop it made you feel violent inside. but these thoughts could be left for another day. right now all you wanted was for him to bruise your cervix.

"baby ... please stop staring like that, you're making me self-conscious," said the owner of the delicious length standing before you.

"self-concious?? minnie, you're hung as shit! jesus, can't wait to sit on you baby. can i? wanna feel you so bad."

"goddamnit. don't say stuff like that .. i've been waiting so long, you're gonna make me cum."

god, the thought of his cum filling you up was yet another thought that had you humming in satisfaction. but you needed to put the distractions aside. you could not go another minute without molding to his size.

after rubbing his dick a bit as if to ensure exactly what was going to be impaling you in a few minutes, you finally sank down on him, sighing out in pleasure as you threw your head back.

so worth the wait.

"b-baby! fuck. you feel so ... so fucking good."

you sped up immediately upon him entering you, already so pent up you knew your orgasm would find you earlier than it usually did.

"can't believe you deprived me of this for two months, minnie. could've been keeping you warm all this time."

"no ... didn't wa-wanna push you. wanted you to want me first ..."

"minnie ... i've always wanted you. you're so ... you're perfect," your pace had now slowed down, allowing you to angle yourself in a way that had your toes curling, mouth hung open as your words disappeared in your throat.

"gonna cum if you keep saying those things, pretty."

"yeah? gonna cum for me, minnie? want you to fill me up so bad. will you do that?", you were taunting him, fully aware your end was just around the corner. you knew nothing would compare to the feeling of the pretty man filling you up, so you squeezed your walls around him, making him groan out at the feeling.

his hands tightened on your skin, maniacally trying to guide your movements as he finally climaxed, leading you to your own climax almost immediately after. you both shivered against each other, feeling the intensity of your orgasms cruise through you.

it took you a few seconds to regain full consciousness. seokmin had been the one to speak up first after the fact, making you giggle at his breathless statement.

"next time, please just jump me."

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romanoffsbish · 10 months

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Kate Bishop 4 . “I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

Kate Bishop x Reader

A lil blurb ❤️

Kate simply couldn’t take her eyes off of you, even though her alarm that had gone off thirty minutes ago was an indicator for her to get up and start her day. Clint’s incessant texts went ignored as well. The young archer was busy.

It’d been months since she last got to hold you like this, to feel as your warm breaths fanned across her skin. To intimately cradle your body against her very own without the blanket of sleep keeping her from seeing you. This was a nice break from her more bleak reality.

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Kate was missing you like crazy with the nonstop flow of missions with Clint and the skilled Widows, him and Natasha were ready to pass on their mantles. Yelena seemed ready, but neither OG Avenger would leave the other hanging, and Clint wasn’t done with Kate yet.

Kate understood, Clint had a family, and Wanda and Natasha were jonesing to start their own. But she also had you to think about. Just a year ago you two were college seniors, wildly in love; now you are an official business woman, and she’s an Avenger, with no time for romance.

It saddened her to ask you to have to accept this life, but she loved you too much to have broken it off, and you were incredibly patient.

“Kate?” You whispered her name in disbelief, “You’re still here?” The sound of your voice made the woman’s heart flutter with a mix of love and guilt. It’d been weeks since you’d been able to feel her arms around you, so she felt the way you instinctively nuzzled further into her, but it was also obvious to her that the only reason you’re up at 6am is her buzzing phone that was just out of her reach. “Yeah, I’m here. I think I’m just going to blow off Clint today.”

You untangled from her grasp, against her groans of protests to sit up and face her. Kate saw the worry on your face, and just as she went to cup your cheek you reached to touch her forehead with the back of your hand. The woman stifled her giggle as best she could.

“Baby, I’m not sick, I just think life requires a little balance, and I’ve weighed the scales to find that you’re not being given your fair share.”

“It’s okay Kit-Kat, I get it, you are a superhero.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but with your eyes locked with hers she could see the toll her absence had been having on you. “You are fighting the evil of the world, it would be selfish of me to expect you to be around that much.”

“You deserve an attentive partner,” she fiercely challenged and you smiled softly. “I have one.”

Kate frowned, “Y/N/N, I’m hardly ever here.”

“Yet I’m never lonely,” you teased, “Every morning I find a smoothie in the fridge with my name on it. When I get to work there’s almost always something waiting for me, whether that be a bouquet of flowers, or my go to take out order arriving around lunch time. You never miss our six o’clock dinners or movie nights.”

You watched her eyes gloss over. “I still don’t think it’s enough my love, you deserve more.”

You shook your head, and straddled her lap with a loving smile. “What more could I need Kit-Kat?” In a show of dramatics you threw your arms up to emphasize the question, as if the universe would answer, then you smiled as she looked at you with a pout that you promptly kissed away. “You,” you paused to peck her lips again, “Returning home to me safe and holding me close is all I’ll ever want or need.”

Kate tackled you into a hug, her body crushing yours as she placed kisses all over your neck. “I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

“I’m far from a prize Kit-Kat,” you managed to giggle out, though her unrelenting attack of your upper body with kisses was making you a bit too giddy to remain aware. “You’re insane, you my dear, are the best prize of them all.”

“I love you with all of my heart Y/N.” You smiled and cupped her cheeks as she was hovering above you, her flexed arm muscles on display. As if it was no effort to remain upright. “I love you too, which is why I can’t keep you home.”

Kate grumbled, “Which is why I’m doing it.”

“What was on today’s agenda?” You pressed, and she groaned, “More strength training.” Kate rolled her eyes when she saw your smirk. “We could go together, I can be moral support.”

“You’re a pervert,” she groaned, but it was playful. She herself was looking forward to taking a nice, long shower with you today. This really just afforded her the opportunity. “But that’s what I love about you, you’re a freak.”

You snorted softly, “Glad to know that of all my wonderful attributes that’s what you cherish.”

“You keep me young,” she said with a shrug, and you laughed harder, “You’re literally 22.”

“I know, my back is starting to kill me,” she teased, then she placed a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing into the closet to talk to the angry, elder archer about her faulty alarm while you got ready for a day full of adventure.

#kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x reader #kate x reader #gxg #kate bishop #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop blurb

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a-sleepy-bug · 2 years

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Pirate Queen Pepa

#pepa madrigal #Encanto #encanto fanart #Disney #fanart #my art #a friend pointed out how op a pirate w weather powers would be #n i promptly went a lil insane for it

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wholesome-holland · 2 years

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Look Whose Got a Torch

request for: no one!

pairing: fezco x welder!fem!reader

warning: swearing, mentions of drugs, reference to sex

part two

Fezco absolutely loved everything about his girlfriend. He loved her kindness, how caring she was, how stunning she was, the way she never took no shit from anyone— everything. He could go on and on and on about it. One of his favorite things about her was her profession. Y/n was a welder. A badass MIG and TIG welder, to be exact. She had her own welder that she brought to Fez's when she moved in that is a multipurpose welder so she can do either process she pleases, and she also has a job at an actual shop. Even though welding is a male dominated field, she kicks ass at what she does and does not give a flying fuck what any man has to say about it. And Fez adores it.

When she comes home from work, a couple burns here and there, smelling of metal and sweat, he finds it so hot. Most people would find it disgusting, but something about it drives him insane in the best way. He is always so proud of her for what she does, loves hearing all about her days at the shop. He could sit and listen to how enthusiastic she is about her career forever and ever. Ashtray liked it too, he thought it was fuckin' gangster. He liked to watch her weld and see the finished product, at first he would watch from a distance outside but Y/n decided he needed his own welding shield to prevent him from, ya know, going blind. She even got a nice lil' welding jacket for when he was watching her MIG weld to prevent from burning any holes in his clothes.

One particular day, Y/n was late getting home from work. Fez was a bit worried something had happened to her granted she was never late. Just as he went to call her a second time, he finally got a text from her, reading: come outside both of you i need help carrying shit.

He headed outside, Ashtray following behind, and there Y/n had a trunk full of metal scraps in a variety of shapes and sizes. "Put these on," she said, tossing them each a pair of thick MIG gloves. "And pretty please help me carry these out back to the garage."

"Why the fuck do we gotta wear gloves? I can't move my fuckin' fingers in there," Ash said, trying to get used to the stiffness of the gloves.

"They're brand new. You gotta wear 'em, break 'em in a bit before they're more flexible. And if you don't wear 'em, you'll cut your hand and get tetanus." She explained, handing him a small stack of metal.

"I've had my shots—"

"Shhhh, child."

"I don't know who you think you're callin' a fuckin' child, but it sure as hell ain't me." Ash scoffed, half chuckling as he carried it around to her section in the garage. Y/n gave Fez his own stack before carrying her own, the three of them all going stack by stack until all the metal was all back there.

The three stood looking at all the metal next to her welder, "thank you boys!" Y/n exclaimed, kissing both their cheeks promptly. She ran back to close her trunk and lock her car, then back around to organize it all into the different containers she had set aside. Y/n was very organized when it came to her welding gear and materials, as well as the space it took up in the garage. At first, she was just gonna leave it at her mom's house but Fez insisted she brought it to her new home.

"Come on ma, this is your home now. I want it to feel like home to ya,"

Fez was in the entrance way of the garage smoking and watching her get all specific about which metal went where. He chuckled to himself, seeing how she cussed out her metal out for not doing what she wanted, which was pretty typical for her. He found it adorable and hilarious.

The girl turned to see who it was, "what are you laughing at, big guy?"

"I'm chucklin' at how funny you are, lil mama." Fez laughed as he walked towards her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her lips. "You know, Ash was tellin' me how excited he is 'bout all the new fuckin' metal you got, how he can watch ya weld again."

You nodded, "oh really?" She asked, placing the last piece of metal away.

"Yeah, he's real excited. He loves this shit," he explained, hitting his joint. "Makes me happy that he's got somethin' else to do besides drug deals and video games."

Y/n thought to herself for a few moments, debating if she should ask what she was thinking. Due to her only having a TIG and MIG welder, she wouldn't have to worry about a fire setting or anything. The worst that could happen is a burn from the splatter of the MIG weld, or a bit of a shock if he touches the tungsten from the TIG torch while touching her metal table.

"Would it be okay if I showed him how to weld? If he's interested in trying it?" She inquired, wanting to make sure she had his permission since Ash was his responsibility.

Fez blew a puff of smoke as he nodded his head yes, "hell yeah that's alright. He'd fuckin' love that." Y/n was excited upon getting approval to teach the boy how to weld. She had always thought about it but wasn't sure if Fez would be down for it, for safety reasons. But he trusted she would be careful and take care of Ashtray, not that he couldn't do that himself.

The next morning, Y/n woke up bright and early. The sun was shining, it wasn't too hot or too cold nor windy, and it was gonna be a great day teaching Ashtray a new skill that could take him far if he decides he likes it. She made a big breakfast for herself, the boys, and Faye and just as it was almost done she ran through the house to wake everyone up. Faye was excited to wake up smelling bacon, because who wouldn't be excited about that?

"Fezzy! Wake up! It's breakfast time!" Y/n exclaimed, jumping on the man and straddling his lap. The ginger quickly woke up, mumbling a quick "what the fuck". "I made breakfast, getchyo fine ass up!" She pecked his cheek, then heading to Ashtray's room.

"Wakey wakey little man," she said, shaking him. "Come onnnnnn, get up, or I'll torch your ass up." She joked as she turned his bedroom light on. Now, the boys weren't exactly happy about having to wake up so early but the food made up for it. Y/n was always the best cook in the house. The four sat at the table, enjoying the fine grub when she decided to ask Ashtray if he was down for what she had planned.

"So, Ash," she began, the boy looking up at her as he bit his piece of bacon. "How would you like it if I taught you how to weld?" That immediately sparked his interest and he sat up a bit straighter, an excited twinkle in his eye.

"Really? You're serious?" He asked, his jaw agape. "Fuck yeah! I'd fuckin' love that!"

Y/n loved his enthusiasm. Both she and Ashtray scarfed the rest of their food down before washing and drying their hands. She suggested he changed into jeans and an old t-shirt so he wouldn't wreck his good clothes, he obliged and she got changed into her work clothes as well before heading out to the garage. Y/n opened the big door to make sure they had enough air coming through to ventilate the area before showing him how to properly wear his welding gear.

"Okay, we're gonna start with MIG so you'll need your welding coat on. Make sure to button it all the way up," she explained. Ash did as she instructed, watching as she did as well. "I always put my welding hood on before putting the gloves on, so here take this—" she tossed him a beanie. "And put it on before putting on the hood."

The boy put on the beanie, then grabbing the welding hood and putting that on as well, holding it up before it fell down. "How do I adjust the hood to fit? It's a little big on me,"

Y/n walked over and twisted the knob to the left, "tell me if it's too tight."

"That's good." The boy stated once it was a comfortable fit. Y/n grinned at him, thinking he looked adorable.

"Next, welding gloves. Put them on with the ends of your sleeves tucked into them so they won't fall off." After making sure he did it correctly, she took a moment to throw her hair up in a bun, and putting a beanie and welding hood on.

"Then, we're gonna turn on the welder and adjust the wire speed and voltage. I'm just gonna have you start out with a pad of beads, so we can have it on 170 for the wire speed and 17 for the voltage. It should always be close to the same, and it'll vary depending on your work piece." She adjusted the settings, instructing Ashtray how to do so and read the machine correctly before grabbing the metal clamp. "This will attach to your work space, so for us it'll be my big, metal table. If your workpiece is big enough, however, you can clamp it right to that."

Ashtray watched in astonishment as she attached the clamp to the table. It was so simple yet so detrimental to what they were doing, he felt like he was already learning so much. Next was picking out the right metal. Y/n gave Ashtray the freedom to pick out what plate he wanted to experiment on, and picking out a bigish plate, roughlty a 3" by 6". After that, he put the plate on the table— one Y/n actually built and welded herself— and she handed the boy the mid gun.

“So, you have to hold it at a certain angle. Try to keep the end where the filler wire comes out close to the workpiece. That distance between the two is your arc length, and you want it to be tight. When you’re ready to weld, put your hood down, always make sure if someone is around you that they also have their hood down, line the nozzle up to the work piece and press on the trigger. When welding, you can either use a push or drag motion, you’ll have to learn the right speed that works for the settings to get the bead perfect. For this, don’t go too fast, let the bead get a lil’ thick in width.” Y/n explained, Ashtray listening carefully to every word. He was pretty sure he understood what she was saying, so he nodded his head downward to get his hood down.

“Ready?” He asked her, waiting for her to pull her hood down.

“Ready!” With that, he pressed down on the MIG gun trigger and started welding. Y/n was giving little pointers here and there, but he was really getting it really fast. She didn’t know what to expect, but it was almost like he had a natural talent with it. He ran a couple beads in a row before setting the MIG gun on a holder attached to the table, grabbing pliers and picking the piece up with the pliers.

“It’s hot as fuck,” he said. “How do I cool it off?”

“Over here, I have a lil’ bucket of water which I use as my quench tank. You dunk it in the water for a few seconds til it stops steaming when you pull it out of the water, then you can use an air thing to dry it off or find some other way to do it. I have an air thingy to blow the water off,” she explained, leading him to both the quench tank and air blower. He studied his welds, not sure if they were good or bad, but still amazed with himself.

“Dude, those look fuckin’ good for being your first ever time welding! I’m so proud of you, bud.” Y/n praised, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Thanks, Y/n/n.” Ash beamed, staring in awe at his work. “Can I do more?” He sheepishly asked.

“Uh, hell yeah you can! I’ll teach you how to do t-joints, lap-joints, inner and outer corner joints, open butt joints—” Ashtray snorted, cutting her off.

“Open butt joints? Really?” He raised an eyebrow at the girl.

“Oh yes, they exist. And they are hell on earth. Especially in the vertical down position, you’ll see. I’ll teach you everything, even TIG welding if you want.” Y/n offered, already so excited about all the possibilities.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fuckin’ down. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a better welder than you,” Ashtray joked, elbowing her side playfully.

“Don’t get too cocky, kid. I can still weld all your zippers closed.”

“Fair point.”

Later on, you were raving to Fezco about how good Ashtray was doing and how excited you were. “—And, he didn’t even burn himself that many times! When he did he would cuss his hand or the metal out, and keep on going. I felt like a proud mom at graduation.”

Fez laughed, passing you his joint. You took a hit, coughing slightly. “Man, the only thing that sucks is my back is killing me. Thank God I have tomorrow off.” She breathed.

“I checked on you both earlier, you make a good teacher. A fine one, too,” Fez told her. “You so gorgeous, ma. I love seeing you in yo’ work clothes. ”

“Thank you, baby. Those boot cut jeans do make my ass look good.” The girl laughed, tooting her own horn a bit.

“You goddamn right, ma. How about you let me take care of you for the night, after all that hard work you did?” Fezco offered with a large grin.

Y/n chuckled and blushed, “by “taking care of me” do you mean sex?”

Fez shrugged, “maybe, maybe not. I was thinkin’ we start with a back massage since you been carryin’ all that heavy shit and showing Ash how to use yo’ shit, and see where it goes.”

“Fez, I love you, but sometimes you are such a horn-dog.” The girl joked, scooting closer and sitting in his lap.

“How can I not be? You sexy lil’ badass.”

Needless to say, Fez showed Y/n just how sexy he thought she was that night.

okay so no one asked for this but im in school for welding and i COULDNT HELP BUT WRITE ABOUT IT LMAO but also i loved the idea of fez finding his gf being a badass so seggsy so boom here we go, i hope y’all liked this!!

#euphoria #euphoria fanfic #fezco x reader #fezco o'neill #platonic ashtray x reader #ashtray #ashtray o’neill #welder reader #fezco x welder!reader #platonic!ashtray x welder!reader #look whose got a torch series #not requested

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liyawritesss · 2 years

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Characters: K/DA! Akali J. Tethi, Evelynn, Kai’Sa, Ahri

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: My take on the girls of K/DA!!

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of weapons (kunais in akali’s section)

A/N: After being obsessed with Arcane, K/DA has become my new hyperfixation. And I barely see any content for these girls, so I think it’s time we change that.

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Material gorl!!!

Ahri isn’t labeled “The Queen” of K/Da for nothing. She has the looks, attitude and aura for it.

I feel like she still has a bit of childlike curiosity to her despite her elegance. Imagine her going shopping and she finds herself in a kids toy store like Build-A-Bear or something, exploring the different kinds of bears and what not

Is legally required to live in the Dior store

Has everyone's starbucks orders memorized to the T, even Evelynn’s despite her purposefully making it so complicated to get a rise out of people.

Her and Evelynn have roast sessions - Ahri once called evelynn ‘mother gothel’ and was then promptly chased around the girls shared condo for 15min straight

She hates the name ‘princess’ because it’s always been used in a condescending tone towards her. She might even curse you out for using it if she’s angry enough

Does a lil happy dance whenever she has her favorite candy, a lil shaky shake in her seat or a wiggle of the hips if she’s standing up.

Has an insane amount of expensive ass loose leaf teas that she drinks on bad days to help herself feel better. A cup of some white tea and a good book near the window while its storming? That’s heaven for Ahri right there.

Legally cannot say fuck, Evelynn will pop her mouth for it

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She did not sign up to be the surrogate mother of three mentally 5 year old adults

Ready to pop off at any creeps who get too close to the girls. See those claws on her fingers? They’ll go right in your gut, back tf up before you get smacked tf up

Also legally required to live in the Dior store. Scratch that, she OWNS Dior at this point

I feel like she sometimes has a hard time sleeping. Maybe like borderline insomnia or something like that. She wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, no provocation. In cases like that, she takes to just sitting near the window and looking out at the sky above, thinking.

Can and will steal some of Ahri’s expensive ass tea to relieve her nerves a bit.

Has a very elaborate system for her make up and will scold to death anyone who fucks it up. Her vanity is her own little world and she notices indiscrepancies immediately

Once, Akali saw a new eyeliner that Evelynn bought and wanted to try it out super bad but the other wasn’t home, so she used it and put it back exactly in the right place

But when Evelynn came home to put away her new products, this woman saw that the tube was turned in an off direction and damn near went on a rampage

Akali fessed up quick and got scolded, but by the next day the same eyeliner was set pretty in a little bag on the counter near her plate of breakfast for when the rapper woke up

She made the mistake of letting her curiosity slip abt Akali’s bike, and was instantly dragged to ride it with her. Poor Evelynn was traumatized,

She does have several fast cars but they all had roofs on them, so having the wind whipping against her hair and the pressure of flying against it was very new to her.

She’ll never admit she liked it way more than she let on. Her search history totally doesn’t show searches of brand new motorbikes in jet black and magenta

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She is always in some kind of movement. Head bobbing, hip swaying, foot taping, you name it, this girl is always on point with her rhythm

This girl is also way too fucking fast for no reason. And quiet with it too!!

Akali remembers walking past the kitchen where Kai’Sa was, plopping herself on the couch, and exactly 10 seconds later Kai’Sa was peering over her shoulder asking what the younger girl was looking at

Poor ‘Kali almost had a heart attack, dropping her phone on her foot in the process

Because of this they often joke about Kai’Sa getting a bell or something to notify people of her presence because if not, they’ll never know where she is and when she’s coming

Kai’Sa is kind of like one of those cats thats been socialized around dogs most of their life, so she’s very quiet and stealthy but also energetic and eager in a sense.

Is an absolute menace in the practice room - strives for nothing but perfection for her and her group members. Mediocrity is not cute to her.

She is constantly studying dancing from different sources, cultures, etc. She’s also always on top of the latest trends on tiktok. She’ll drag Akali and Ahri to do tiktoks with her, and plays harmless pranks on Evelynn and records her reactions to things.

Which gains her playful hits and minor scoldings from the older woman.

Also makes ‘day in the life’ videos and does little skits with the members to different sounds, or to sounds she’s made herself

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Depending on what she was doing the night prior, Akali is not a morning person. She can barely function before noon, much less at 7am when their agency calls for meetings or for early morning practice.

Ahri once knocked on her door to give her breakfast, was met with two loud ass thuds against the door. She opened it to find that on the back were two golden kunais, and on the bed, a very grumpy and sleep deprived Akali with a pillow over her head, practically growling for her to leave

It was her fault, she was up playing League till like 2am knowing damn well she had to be up early as shit, but still!!

Ahri no longer knocks on her door for anything for that particular reason

Sometimes everyone forgets Akali grew up in a dojo, even herself. And then there are times where certain situations make sense given how she grew up. Take the instance above - who in their right mind has literal kunais on their bedside table? Gold kunais, to be exact?

Akali has gotten so confused in response to her fast reflexes, and then remembers growing up in an environment where she was taught to be alert always

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Lives for a good sweatset, her closet is practically filled with hella nike and adidas joggers and sweaters. A bit of a sneakerhead as well, has the whole bottom wall of her closet lined with those plastic stackable containers to keep her fresh kicks in

Akali is damn near a master of both her masculine and feminine energies, and hardly gets offended when people try to come for her saying she’s too manly. She has no time for misogyny and fragile egos.

She’s the youngest, the main/lead rapper, and the lyricist of the group - so she sometimes lets the stress get to her. The others comfort her in various ways to let her know she’s doing a good job. She’s still working on balancing work and self care

Random tiktok quotes as fast as she can come up with them. Evelynn has been so close to deleting the app off her phone so many times that it’s a bit embarrassing. Another pair that chases each other around the condo

Overall very chaotic, golden retriever energy from this one. Don't let her get coffee unless you want it to quadruple

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brekkerism · 4 years

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Strange Addiction(Spencer Reid One-Shot)

A/n: So, this is my fic for the lovely @andiebeaword in the swap fics event that my lovely @imagining-in-the-margins hosted, and it was a blast writing it. Pom also was my beta, as always, and also the sweet @definitelynotkatesblog. This was super fun to write, and I hope y’all like it!!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: 18+

Content warning: hinted age gap, smut, cunnilingus, professor!Spencer, angst, misunderstandings and fluff. I think that’s all.

******

I don’t know much about addiction, but if I had to guess, I thought it would feel something like this.

When his hair falls in his face, and his hands are so warm they manage to stop me from shaking.

When his lips taste like coffee and the way he insists on sleeping over, even if we both know he’ll never hold me until the morning.

Craving something that is slowly killing you, refusing to give it up.

It’s an addiction. It has to be.

Or maybe I’ve gone mad. ‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.’ ’ I could hear it in his voice, telling me that “actually the quote was never linked to Einstein formally, but-“

I had to stop it. I had to stop myself, and put an end to it. It’s been weeks since we saw each other, it’s the perfect time to end-

Ding.

“I miss you. Can we see each other today?”

A few words on a text.

That’s all it took.

Well. It’s supposed to be bad to stop cold turkey right?

******

He spilled coffee on me the first time we met. It was on one of the campus coffee stands and I was already having a shitty day. I would have been furious if I had the strength for it.

“FUCK!” Burning. Hot coffee burning it’s way down my chest.

“Are you okay?” The stranger that had spilled his unnecessarily hot cup of coffee in me said.

“Dude?! It’s fucking hot!” I tried to pull my dress away from my body, to try and stop the burning in some way.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just saw this bird and it reminded me of someone and I got distracted and-“

“Please get me some napkins.” I cut him off promptly.

He did, and tried to help me clean up before realizing it was all over my breasts, and it really wouldn’t help his situation to touch me there.

“Again I’m so sorry. Uhm, whats your name? I can pay for your dress or if you’re hurt I can take you to the infirmary.”

“My name is girl you burned the tits of.” I snapped. “And I’m fine, don’t worry that much.” I finally looked up at him, with his suit, his fluffy hair and the scruff. Cute. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” A professor then? Hot, older, professor. Wait, didn’t I hear something about this?

“Well doctor, you can just buy me a coffee and some pastries and, we’ll be even. Then you can go on your merry way and forget about the totally embarrassing afternoon that you spilled coffee all over a girl.” And maybe you can be so sorry that you slide me your number or something. A girl can hope.

I could have forgotten the whole thing. But he was himself: totally apologetic and cute, so tall and handsome, and his eyes-

I accepted his apology, and the coffee he bought me to make up for it, and we parted ways.

And if I went to my dorm and immediately tried to find out who he really was, it wasn’t completely weird right?

And yeah, maybe I sneaked into one of his classes, just to see what all the gossip and fuss was about (like I didn’t already know) but it didn’t start because of that.

******

It started way later at a bar. It’s not like I sought him out, maybe I had been going out a lil more than I used to in hopes that maybe, just maybe...

And then it happened. He was there, sitting at the corner of the bar sipping from his glass. Freshly out of class and all alone. The fucking universe. A chance to talk to him.

He was up from his seat, going for a refill at the bar when I rose from my seat before I even had time to come up with a plan or say goodbye to my friends, making a beeline to his direction.

Maybe it was the universe conspiring against us, or for us, because before I could tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, someone bumped into me sending me with force so that I would collide directly into him.

I luckily grabbed onto his suit jacket, stabilizing myself before I could do something stupid like fall to the floor and make a spectacle of myself.

He turned towards me, finally looking at who shoved him forward, and the recognition on his face was like relief washing over me.

“So, are you just gonna stare at me or will you buy me another apology-drink?” I tried my best to be charming and pretty, to keep his attention on me.

“Well this time I didn’t spill on you, so I don’t think I owe you one.” His smile. Fuck. He had a great smile.

“Okay. I’ll buy you one then.” I called over the bartender, getting him his scotch refill and something for me. Before he had the chance to do anything, I was taking the drinks back to his table. We wordlessly sat down and drank from our glasses.

“Should I ask why you went to one of my classes?”

Oh. oh. He saw that.

“Should I ask why you didn’t kick me out?”

“I asked first.”

“And I still don’t want to answer.” I pretended to inspect my shoes, racking my brain for ways to keep him here, talking to me. “Why are you drinking tonight?”

“You know, you ask a lot of questions for someone who won’t answer any of mine.”

“It’s part of my charm. So, what’s the reason?”

“What?” He did this cute thing with his nose, kinda scrunching it up, and he never stopped licking his damn lips, and maybe it was the alcohol in my system but I wanted to see how he tasted.

“There’s not that many reasons to be drinking alone at a sad college bar. You either have a problem with booze, can’t get a date, are drowning your sorrows, or trying to forget something.”

“Why don’t you try to guess?”

“Hm.” I leaned back on my seat to study him, using it as an excuse to look him head to toe. ”You’re both too put together and uncomfortable enough in this setting to have a problem. You’re too hot and have like, a billion college girls trying to get in your pants, so it’s not the date thing. You don’t look melancholic enough to be drowning your sorrows, especially with that choice of drink. So, who are you trying to forget, then?”

“Can’t a man just want to get a drink?” He chuckled.

“But that option would be no fun.” I could feel myself pouting and my cheeks getting warmer. Maybe it was the alcohol catching up to me.

“Well, it’s suiting, since I’m no fun.”

“That’s a lie. I’m talking to you and I’m having a blast” it was a joke on his part, but the way he said it sounded upset. Truthful. I wanted to make it go away.

“Kinda sad if this is your definition of a blast.” It sounded like a joke, but the way he said it... he sounded upset. I wanted to make it go away.

“Maybe it’s just because you’re hot. Who knows.”

“That's the second time you called me that.” He said it suspiciously, like he doubted that I really thought that.

“Can’t help it if it’s true.” I’m ridiculously attracted to you, I thought. Can you please realize that soon?

“What about you. What are you doing here?”

“Same reason as you.” Lies. Little liar. I’m here because I have been waiting and hoping to see you again, somewhere, anywhere.

“To drink cheap scotch?”

“To forget.” I’m so fucked up. I’m lying to the guy for what? So he can relate? That’s so stupid.

“Who is he?”

“Who is she?”

“She’s... A friend.” Oh. So there was a she. Shit. But that meant... was he looking for a rebound? A shoulder to cry on?

“Some guy I met at college.” You.

“Wow, an answer from you.”

“Wild, right? Next you’ll ask me my name and I’ll actually give it to you.”

“Your name isn’t actually ‘girl you burned the tits of’? Shocking.”

“No, I could only hope to be named something as elegant as that.” He laughed at that. If I could bottle up the sound, I would. Hell, I wanted it as my new ringtone. “C’mon, that’s what you laugh at?”

The night kept moving, and I learned little things, like that he worked for the FBI, his socks were mismatched, he didn’t blush at my dirty jokes after a while, and he was exceptionally bad at taking shots, but exceptionally good at magic tricks. It was nice. It was more than nice. It caused my face to flush and made my knees go weak.

“You should tell me your name now.” The seriousness in his voice made something inside me tremble, and warmth rose up deep in my guts.

“W-why?”

“Because I won’t fuck you if I don’t know your name.” Finally. Fucking finally.

He was giving me a out. If I wanted, I could just say ‘no, thanks.’ and walk away.

Jokes on him if he thought I would give up that easy.

“(Y/n). My name is (y/n).” He took a shuddering breath in, lowered his hands down to my upper thigh and squeezed.

“Go to the second to last stall in the bathroom and wait.” There was no room in his voice for questioning. I did it anyways.

“Here?”

“Here.” He confirmed with a firm nod, his eyes never leaving mine.

We were both too desperate for it.

And it happened. In the second to last stall of a dirty bathroom, with him fucking me against the door and whispering dirty things in my ear. It was perfect, it was fucking heaven. It made me crave.

It happened again in my dorm room. Again and again. And then in his apartment. In his empty office. In my car. In his car. Not as frequently as I like, with his job at the FBI and teaching, but more than it should be for what we had. We weren’t in a relationship. We were just fuck buddies. And yeah, maybe he also gave me his time with the sex, with the sweet words, the occasional lunches and the not-dates to his favorite bookstore, but it didn’t mean anything. Six months in, and he didn’t seem any more over the mysterious girl he had loved for decades.

He was just using me to get over the woman he truly loved. The young college girl who he thought was also in love with someone else was the easiest choice. The least messy.

But it was messy. Because there was nobody else. There was just him. He was the one I was in love with.

I was trying to get over Spencer Reid, by sleeping with Spencer Reid.

Funny, right?

******

I didn’t have to knock twice at his door.

He hugged me as soon as he opened it. I melted into him, like I always did. He smelled like coffee and home to me.

“Rough day?” I asked.

“Rough week. Rough month.” Yeah, I think I know the feeling.

“Can I help?”

“Always. You always help.” He said softly.

Stop saying things like that. Stop making me feel like this.

“Come here little girl.” He led us to his bedroom, sitting on the bed and guiding me to his lap. It felt safe. Felt loving. “You’re always so pretty for me. So good. You don’t even know how much I.... how much I want you.”

He took my dress off with ease, kissing a wet trail from my face, to my neck, to my tits. I wanted his hands everywhere, I wanted him to touch me, to make me forget why I ever considered stopping this.

“You’re gonna be good for me right? You’ll be a perfect girl?” Always. Just for you.

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His girl. I was his. I will always be his.

He just wasn’t mine.

I swallowed back the tears and tried to push down the lump in my throat. He needed me and I wanted to please him, to be good, to show him how much I loved him with this.

He always knew how to work my body, and this moment was no exception. Always knew how to make me go crazy with a swipe of his tongue on my pussy, a finger curling inside me, a thumb circling my clit. Sometimes I thought he was the only one that knew me at all. I was probably right.

The orgasm built and built and built, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on to his hair and smother him between my thighs while I rode it out. He was perfect. It was perfect.

I wanted it forever.

Tears. Pooling on the corners of my eyes, rolling down, no matter how hard I tried to blink them away.

It was killing me.

I loved him. Three little words. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you-

“I love you.” It felt natural rolling off my tongue. It felt okay. The world would still spin if he knew I love him. I might not have him anymore, but it would be okay.

“W-what did you just say?” He rose from his place between my legs, the frown on his forehead and his shaking hands making me just as nervous as he was.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re... Why are you sorry?” That was the part he was worried about?

“Because I didn’t mean to. I know you can’t love me back. I’m sorry.” I retreated from him, bracing myself as tight as I could. Maybe I could use his shock to my advantage; dress quickly and leave. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness or tears or rejection-

He was kissing me. He was kissing me, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue, holding on to me like I would disappear if he didn’t ground me to him.

“We’re so stupid. I’m so, so stupid.” He was saying the words in between kisses, like he couldn’t take the time to pull away from me and actually talk.

What was happening?

“How can you not know? I thought you knew, I thought that was the whole reason-“ more kisses now, all over my face and my mouth.

“Spencer, what are you talking about?”

“Listen to me. I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now.” He was holding my face in his hands.

I must have gotten into a car accident on the way to his apartment. I was dead, or dreaming, or hallucinating.

He loved me?

He loved me.

“I thought the reason you were pulling away from me is because you knew, because I’m a shitty liar when it comes to you, and I don’t know how to hide how desperately in love with you I am.” He continued to ramble and I almost couldn’t keep up. I felt like I was inside a dream. “I was so sure you still loved the guy from your school, and I didn’t want to risk losing you, losing us, so I didn’t tell you. I’m so dumb.”

“But... but what about her? The woman you love? Your friend?”

“She’s just that: a friend. I think because we never had a shot at having a romantic relationship, I idealized it for so long. I thought that it was love. But I met you. I got to know you. I got to love you. This is love. Whatever I felt for her doesn’t come close.“

Blissful. I felt blissful. I felt like the universe gave me everything I wanted all at once.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since I met you.” I get to say it. I get to say it, I get to love him, and have him.

I needed him. Now. I needed to make love to him, needed to be his.

We kissed for too long, slow and sweet and perfect. When he drove himself inside my body, he looked into my eyes and told me how good I was for him, how much he loved me. When I came, it was with his name on my lips. It was everything. It was impossible for someone to be so right for me. He was everything.

We laid next to each other, too needy to not be touching every moment possible. My legs tangled between his, my hand in his.

Everything was out in the open, and we were together.

Except…

“Spence…”

“Yeah?”

“Remember the guy at college that I liked? The one I was trying to get over?”

“Yes” his tone was tentative, like he halfway expected me to take back all that was said between us.

“He... kinda doesn’t exist. Well, he also kinda does, but I think it might be you.” He was silent, and for a moment I thought he fell asleep and didn’t hear me.

“…Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised” there wasn’t any anger in his tone whatsoever, and the last of my worries was gone.

“Still love me?”

“Always, pretty girl.”

And I guess that was more than okay.

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suddenlysackler · 3 years

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Limelight

Adam Sackler x Reader

TW: N/A (maybe a lil smidge of angst but nothing major)

A/N: This has been on the back burner for quite a bit and it’s a tad messy but I wanted to put it out for you all because I miss you and I miss my goblin bf and, ya know, Cannes 2021. Thank you for reading, I’m hopeful that I’ll be back more frequently in the coming weeks!

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Adam Sackler had ascertained very quickly that he did not care for red carpets in the slightest.

Given what he had found himself struggling through his late teens and seemingly all of his twenties, the relief of finally, finally, finally achieving some sort of steady stream of work and establishing himself as a serious actor provided relief that he could not be more grateful for.

He liked being able to turn down the $800 a month from his grandmother and moving out of his apartment for good this time, trading up for some swanky new town house in upper Manhattan. He liked being able to afford to be choosy about what jobs he took and he liked that he was able to split his time between stage and screen. Hell, he’d even tried his hand at directing some dumb indie film that landed him right smack dab in the middle of Sundance.

Which is when he found out he hated red carpets.

He absolutely hated the insincerity of all of it — the rushed interviews, the posing for what seemed like hours on end for photographs that he’d probably never even see and he wasn’t allowed to smile for exactly like he’d want to. He hated answering the same questions over and over again and rubbing elbows with reporters from tabloids asking about off screen romances and making it blatantly clear to him that they weren’t interested in the art he had just helped create.

Along the way, maybe five red carpet events into his career, he met you. To his surprise, he didn’t meet you through a mutual friend or at a party or by yelling at you to stop taking food from open containers in the store he was working in. He met you because he accidentally took your coffee on a Wednesday morning before you could grab it and you promptly chased him down 45th street and cussed him out by using every single insult you could manage.

And that’s when things just clicked for him.

Everything fell into place after you came into his life and suddenly he felt even more fulfilled than he originally figured was even possible. He liked coming home to you after long days on set or at the theater. He liked bringing you to see different projects he was working on during production or bringing you to advanced screenings or dress rehearsals. Whenever he got a script, you were the first one he talked to about whether or not to even try for the role. He never wanted to object you to the horror that was a red carpet.

Not until now, anyway.

It was the first time that you had happened to be available for one and, yeah, he had invited you to all of the ones he had been to since you had been together but he didn’t necessarily want to take you. Of all of the things in his world that he wanted to show you, premiere events were the one thing he wanted to shelter you from. You knew about the drinking, the philandering of his early to mid twenties, the string of psycho ex girlfriends who he swore might show up at your shared doorstep at any given time to rip him a new one. Despite all of that shit, you’d some how managed to still like him, love him even. He didn’t want to chase you away with the bullshit that came with his career.

Maybe this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back?

You’d said yes without hesitation and his stomach dropped. He knew you never turned down an excuse to dress up, to impress him and make him feel proud of the fact that you were his girl, just his. So, on the night of the Tony Awards, he sat in the hotel room his manager had reserved for the two of you to get ready with the help of a team of aestheticians and hair dressers and tailors watching you twirl in what was probably the most expensive ball gown you would ever wear in childlike delight. Music of your choice played softly on someone’s phone and you could hardly stay still enough for the finishing touches that were being pushed into your face. You looked and felt like a million bucks and Adam knew that, but how was he supposed to enjoy it? He was too preoccupied with figuring out what he would do if you freaked out on him, threatened to leave him or some shit, after the circus act you were about to parade through in order to get to your final destination of the night.

“You look handsome.” You called from the chair you had been forced into, eyes opened wide for quick swipes of mascara.

Adam was so far gone, lost in his thoughts and strapped with worry. He didn’t hear you compliment him. He didn’t see you get up and he felt as though the force of you slotting yourself between his slightly parted legs was a ghost of a touch. “Hey, doll.” He mumbled when he finally did notice you.

One of your eyebrows quirked up. “You good, Adam?”

He sensed some wavering in your voices, maybe some concern. Maybe some doubt? “I’m okay, just hate this shit.”

The other eyebrow followed the first. “What do you mean you hate this shit?” You ask as his publicist swept into the room and began to shoo the two of you out the door and down to stand for pictures and questions.

He held your hand tightly as you weaved down the hall and into the elevator. “I just don’t like this part.” He shrugged and you squeeze his hand as you listen. “Worried it’ll bug you as much as it bugs me.”

“I mean, I’d walk over hot coals to see you in a tux.” You teased, eyes bright. When he doesn’t shoot back with a response characteristic of his normally playful bravado, some of that brightness leaves your expression. “You know I’m just happy to be with you, right? I’m proud of you.”

Adam hummed in response and squeezed your hand back. “I know.”

You weren’t having his clipped answers. “I don’t care that there are going to be pictures or tons of people watching. You know that shit won’t make me think differently of you.”

He remained quiet after giving you another shrug, still completely scared out of his mind that your words were just that, words. That you’d hit the ground running and never look back as soon as you realized just what supporting him at these things entailed.

The silence lasted for the rest of the elevator ride, through the lobby, and in the limousine and in the little holding room they put you in that is riddled with all of the snacks he would tease you for indulging in had the circumstances been different. He was tense, his muscles tight, tight, tight from his jaw to his calves, knee bouncing and free hand clenching and unclenching right until the moment his name was called.

The moment wasn’t awful to begin with. It’s mostly pausing and stopping a lot of times for Adam to take pictures while you watch from the sidelines and, every so often, he pulls you in for a few. He doesn’t tell you that, in the moments he doesn’t have his arm around you, that isn’t kissing your cheek chastely and holding your hand, that he feels like he’s drowning.

It didn’t phase you as you listened to reporters hound him about his female costar and whether or not they were seeing each other. It really didn’t even phase you when one man asked you to “step aside” and referred to you as Adam’s friend, despite his tight grip on your waist and the tender glances his stole every twenty seconds or so. And honestly, you didn’t really care that you might have gotten jostled up a little bit by photographers and other reporters as you stepped aside, more than happy to speed up the process for Adam.

But Adam would not have that, not at all.

“We’re fuckin’ done.” Adam growled, his eyes locking on your face as soon as he noticed you stumble a bit. He left without another word to any of the reporters and looked for his publicist, who was beyond livid at the fact that Adam was blowing off his responsibilities without much of an explanation. Before he went up to him, he grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him, not saying another word.

After a hushed but tense back and forth between the two men, the three of you stepped out of the view of the public and quickly found one of the many green rooms for invited guests to cool down and touch up hair and make up before heading into the venue.

He paced and paced and paced for a long moment, leaving you to sit on the couch and watch with bated breath, praying that his older destructive tendencies didn’t suddenly find their way back to the surface of his psyche.

After a long while, you finally spoke. “Can you come here?” You whispered, eyes round and, to be frank, a bit desperate.

Adam came to you without a moment’s hesitation and knelt in front of you, placing his head in your lap and putting your hands in his hair. “Are you going to leave me tonight?” He mumbled into the tulle of your dress.

A soft smile crossed your lips and you shook your head, then moved to cup his cheeks and lift his face up to look at your own. “Now why would I even consider doing that?” You hummed.

“After that shit show? Any sane person would leave.”

“Whoever said I was sane? Isn’t that why you like me?”

He chuckled at that and nodded, biting back a comment about how anyone would have to be insane to want to stay with him for as long as you had. “That was just some totally bullshit and you know it, doll.”

You shrugged and shook your head once more. “Nothing I can’t handle, I’ve had my fair share of total bullshit with old haunts showing up on our doorstep, huh?” You made sure to keep your tone teasing, not wanting him to feel as though he needed to shoulder any of the blame for the situation.

Adam laughed again and relaxed visibly for the first time all night. “Do you want to even stay?” He asked, his own voice a bit more reassured.

“Of course I want to stay, you’re up for an award, dummy.” You giggle, letting your head fall back as he moved up to pepper your exposed neck with kisses and playful bites. “And there’s the after party — I heard there’s going to be some damn good desserts and music.”

He flashed you a smirk when he pulled back and stood, then offered his hand to you. “What is it you always say when I ask to eat out on the way home from shit?” He proposed.

You stood and took his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing before walking toward the door. “What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Adam’s smirk only widened as he held the door open for you and smacked your ass before letting you go. “We have dessert at home.”

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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Pirate au Redone

N/A: I´m thinking about certain arcs and ALL its bad implications and while I did make a Pirate au that involves SCPs and Lovecraftian shit, but, let´s try a different approach here. I want to make Ray the main antagonist here because frankly, she has every reason to be angry with Jean. Now, you´ll ask me "Oh you´ll make Ray be extra evil to Kurt since you hate this ship very much?" plot twist: NO. To me, Kurt is nothing to Ray, and it is not worth to think about it. I´m taking some pieces of some arcs Marvel created and tossed around...every action has consequences.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

In space, no one can hear your scream. In space, time is everlasting as is equally cold and Rachel Grey is cover by the Pheonix Force -eyes closed burning the last remnant of the Hound that Cassandra Cain tried, feverishly Rachel recalls, to implant on her mind again- and opens her eyes slowly as her fingers itch on her glove as she´s motilities her fingers till reach her temple.

Can you hear me now?

Her face frown as her lips remain in a thin line for long as her fingers shiver slightly along with her eyes who is shimmering with the fire is so associated with herself and, of course, with her mother.

Rachel Grey Summers. Can you hear me?

"I can hear you. I can feel you...Pheonix...who else would still bother to speak with me!" Rachel exclaims now shouting using her mind and own voice-it makes no difference when you´re an Omega telepath or a Summers- and her eyes continue to reflect her inferno.

There´s no more trace of Hound in your mind, Rachel...Cassandra´s machination is no more. You can feel your mind and memories intact.

Rachel tsk louder and shake her head as her breath heaven got heavy and her mind is miles away remembering her childhood-a time before the grimy tales her adulthood still clings and loathes so much- and recalls her mother, the real one, mention how her hair shines ''like fire, just like mine'' she recalls her father calling her kiddo (both Scott call her like that and is haywire the memories and feelings)

"Pheonix...did you curse me?" she asked with anger with her eyes twisted as her face is matching her inner turmoil- she stops breathing heavy as she recalls the few moments kid Rachel meet Kate and Frank in a nice and normal day- and asks again. "Are you using me to punish Jean Grey? Scott Summers? Humanity? Because...if so, your plan is failing...I´m not that special to make Jean suffer and ..." she stops speaking as her lips twists upside down and her fire is gone. "She´s not my mother as she let very clear"

Rachel...I´d not hate you...If I did...you wouldn´t be here.

"Fantastic...so, I´m just the punching bag...do you hate gay mutants?" Rachel jokes humorless as her chuckle is dry and she only stops when she tastes her tears.

No, child. I feel no hate for one´s sexuality. And I´m here to offer you a deal. A nice deal and one you deserve.

"Sure you don´t want to make deals With Nate Grey?" her tone is rugged and whatever she wanted to say-and she wants to say more. She knows and Pheonix knows- a version of Jean Grey appears to dry her tears in a fashion Ray´s mom used to do to a small Ray.

"Nate is not my host. Nate is not the one I´m close...I was your mother...yes" Pheonix states calmly before Rachel promptly mentions some of her mistakes. "I did some mistakes in the past and I know you and I love you. I´m your mother...notwithstanding of my mistakes and I want to make amends with you, Rachel Grey Summers" Pheonix clarifies gentle and such tone is almost similar to the Mother of Everything. Almost.

"What is happening on Earth?" Rachel looks down at the Earth below her feet without a smile or shines in her eyes. "Are they looking for me?" her tone is almost childlike. Almost.

"Nate Grey went insane and create a pocket dimension...uhum" Pheonix explains and rubs her chin-Pheonix likes to feel her bodies no matter the situation as she loves her original form - and speaks in an amused tone. "Zaorva did something much better...I could show you Earth 34. It is a real paradise and everyone respects each one culture" Rachel is not interested in this Earth and Pheonix is not offended. "Nate creates this world where he does minds controlled a large group of X-men where love and sex are forbidden and well...Kurt Wagner is a weapon to rape Meggan Puceanu" Pheonix explains bored.

"What? Can you explain this to me?" Rachel asked curious at this. "Can he do this?" as her eyes are solely focused on Pheonix.

"Yes, and with a group of other mutants who held a secret sex club and even create a fake daughter to Kurt. Apocalypse is resurrected by Nate as well and is now acting as buddies with Kitty and is about to kiss her...uhm" she humms amused again. "Her mind is a bit stronger as she´s questioning this fake reality a little...that´s impressive!" Pheonix concludes.

"No one is...talking about me?" She asked in watery eyes. "They speak about mutants rights and they completely forget about me...and my trauma again" she sniffs and a memory of little Ray hiding in a corner to cry until her father finds her and offers a doll to appease the lil Ray.

"If it serves consolation...no one will hear or care for Meggan´s trauma...oh, now they defeat Nate...and yes, no one will talk about this or what truly happens. The X-men will pretend this never exist!" Pheonix states calmly caress Ray´s short hair- is now flammable and similar to the Pheonix- as the woman is blocking the memories of a distant past.

"You´re not here to rub this on my face...So, what deal do you want to take with me?"

"Revenge, my dear. It is not something I usually seek, but, I´m more than happy to offer my help in this case...they offended you. They offended me" she states recalling ''no more Pheonix'' and Rachel is silent as Pheonix sweat the deal. "I can promise that Jean Grey, not your mother, will never ignore you"

Rachel´s eyes glow in the same fire as Pheonix and she raises her hand. "We humans when we make a deal we shake hands" and Pheonix offer her hand amused and impressed by the gesture. A sultry smile plays on Pheonix's face and is mirroring by Rachel.

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The aftermatch of Nate´s betray and timeless demise hits the news strongly- the news is slipt in two ways ''the X-mean are out heroes'' or ''the x-men are the worst'' - and the Avengers´s fans wonder why the Avengers weren´t there.

A strong hand stomp on the round table firmly enough and causing a loud sound that prompts the others to listen to the one who did cause the noise. "A mutant was that powerful?! How we had no idea...and once again, that mutant is linked to Scott Summers again..." and Tony Stark looks to Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver with penetrating eyes.

Pietro is ready to defend his sister, but, she gentle hold his arm and offers a political smile- Wanda is the one who knows how to play the game. Pietro, while looking like Magneto, has no patience to do any revolution or manipulation- and this holds him back for now.

"And what you want us to do, Tony?" Wanda asked feigning innocence as her eyes land on Cap Marvel for a moment who is looking away - is possible to see her lips trembling for a few moments- "the Avengers let clear they won´t help the X-men ever and I think...everyone recall when I went..." she pauses for a moment. "what´s the kind word you use against me? Oh right, I was crazy with power...so, should I just go and say no more...." she blinks at him ignorantly and Tony sighs.

"You have a point!" and adds. "Plus...Nate Grey is dead...I just wonder about those mutants who are too powerful...how can we trust him"

"Geez Tony, thank you, why you don´t say you don´t like Jews and Romani but say we´re special" Pietro states in a barked tone.

"You seem to forget we´re mutants...mutants that have a hate-hate relationship with Magneto, but, still mutants...and if you´re so anti-X-men and so anti-mutant...maybe we, the mutants" Wanda speaks rosing from the chair along with her brother. "should leave and form our group," she said that looking at her twin´s eyes who nods in agreement.

"Wait, I didn't mean..." too late as Quicksilver takes Wanda and both are gone in a blink of an eye.

Thor, who was watching cat videos and ignoring some of the tension of this meeting, put the cellphone down and speaks. "Nice Tony, now we lost our speedster and the most powerful Avenger ever. So...to top that off, I´ll be back to Asgard ...Enchantress and I have things to do there and Loki is behind this"

Cap Marvel didn´t leave but didn´t show any support to Tony Stark.

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Kitty Pryde is on the beach watching the waves. Something is soothing in watching the formation of a wave, its wavelength, and how the salty water touches the sand. She hears someone teleport and offers a smile as she turns her head around to see Magik with booze in her hands.

"Yana, you´re a terrible influence!" Kitty jokes as she accepts the booze and drinks as Yana is looking at everything but Kitty.

"Wanna make jokes about how Kurt is a slut?" Yana suggests and the cut look she received proves this is not a great idea. "Sorry, it is just I´m not good at cheering people up. That was your thing...I just want to know how are you?" Yana asks now gazing into Kitty´s eyes. A bit puffy and Kitty´s not hiding her fear.

"I´m feeling so many things Yana. Fear, anger, regret, jealousy, pity, and love all laced in one confusing mess...when my life became like this? I almost marry Piotr" she makes a nasty face. "Sorry"

"I get it...you two are not compatible and I´m glad you didn´t marry him either"

"And after this whole mess...Excalibur is more than dead!"

"Yeah...I heard Psylocke mentioning this...Meggan is physically alright but uhm...I heard she´ll you know" Yana looks a bit uncomfortable and is looking for the right words. "let´s say she wants to close her fabric to prevent anything...after what Nate forced her to endure"

"That´s a big step and if she wants that...is in her right"

"And you?"

"And that´s what scares me, Yana...I have no idea"

#Pirate au redone au #Rachel Grey #Meggan deserves better #actions has consequences #Kitty Pryde #Illyana Rasputin #The Pheonix #revenge #Krakoa is shitty #let´s destroy this shitty place #Wanda and Pietro are bros #M incident mentioned

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A Halloween to Remember

A/N: Ok so that’s my first fan fiction. Done. It’s not amazing and it totally ran away from me a bit there. But everyone’s gotta start somewhere, right?

Young!Remus x Reader

Warnings: Angst, arguments, a lil’ bit of self-depreciation, some bad language from both our swearwolf and the OC

You were worried. The full moon was last night, but it was fast approaching curfew and Remus still wasn't back. He’d not had to stay so long in the hospital wing since fifth year, which made you worry enough, but when you went to visit him there, you were told in no uncertain terms by Madame Pomfrey that he wasn’t there. Having searched the Library, the Great Hall, his dormitory and the Gryffindor common room throughout the day, you were lost and beginning to panic.

Even his fellow Marauders (you cursed inwardly that even you’d begun to call them by their self-appointed title) had been of little help. Approaching James in your potions class under the pretence of borrowing some ingredients, he’d given you a dismissive reply.

“He’s fine, don’t worry” He muttered before turning back to Sirius, eager to continue planning a Halloween party to rival all their previous years. It was your seventh and final year, after all. The last you would spend in the (relative) safety of Hogwarts, before going out into a tense and wary world, with war brewing on the horizon.

So now here you were, rushing back to the common room just in time to beat curfew and avoid detention, despite being seventeen, you were not a prefect and therefore not allowed out, despite the wizarding world now recognising you as an adult. You’d finished a brief sweep of all the favourite hideouts of Remus’s, checking to make sure you’d not missed him before. No luck. Defeated now, you entered through the portrait hole and into the common room.

Spotting the three amigos near the fire, you made a bee line for them. Sirius was lounging along a burgundy sofa running his fingers through his long black hair, James on the armchair across him playing with a snitch, with Peter on the floor writing an essay.

“Blackthorn, why don’t you come…” Sirius stopped as he registered the worry and barely hidden panic on your face. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I can’t find Remus anywhere. I know you said not to worry, James, but it’s like he’s disappeared. Have you seen him?”

“We’ve not seen him in a while actually” Peter said, laughing. You frowned.

“What, and you’re not at all worried. You know how hard this can be on him and you’ve not even thought to go looking for him?!”

Sirius sighed, got hold of one of his Doc Martens, unlaced them and proceeded to throw the boot across the room at a large pile of blankets abandoned in the corner. The pile groaned.

You looked back at Sirius, then to the pile once more before realisation sunk in. You headed over the room and saw Remus’s green eyes poke through a gap in the layers.

You chuckled “Have enough blankets there?”

Another groan as the response.

You thought for a moment, raised your eyebrows and offered “Chocolate?”

The pile shook in what you assumed was an affirmative and soon Remus’s whole head had appeared. You giggled at his wayward hair and sleepy eyes, received to find him in one piece.After nibbling a few bits of Honeyduke’s finest, Remus settled back down into his blankets and fell promptly back to sleep. You headed across the common room to the dormitory, but before you could make it, you heard someone call you.

“Blackthorn, come here a second will you?” James Potter waved to get your attention. The look on the other two boys’ faces told you all you needed to know.

“How can I help you, boys?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The party on Saturday… Well, you’re quite good at Charms, we wondered if we could charm a pumpkin into a record player, spooky Halloween fun but also great music sort of thing?”

You thought for a moment, Sirius moving his feet to allow you to sit down.

“Probably not, but you may be able to charm a pumpkin to sing. I’m sure you’d be able to get it singing certain things, though that might take a bit of work.”

“Of course! You’re brilliant! Get the pumpkin to sing!” James and Peter hurriedly started scribbling ideas and muttering to one another. Sirius nudged your arm.

“So, when are things between you and Moony going to actually, you know, happen?”

“Sirius, we’ve had this conversation before” You rolled your eyes.

“I know, I know, and I know you said things have to happen when he’s ready but honestly, do you think he ever will be? You’ve been dancing around each other for seven years, for Godric’s sake”

“Maybe, but you don’t get to decide when it happens, Sirius. Nor any of you. It’s up to Remus. It’s his issue. I’m better of being friends with him and not pushing it than ruining our friendship and losing him forever.”

“But what is his actual issue? I mean, you’re funny, attractive in a bookish sort of way,” You gave him a gentle thump on the arm “And you two have been friends for years, you know all about his furry little problem and still love him to bits. So why is it so difficult for him?”

“Sirius, I imagine Remus has lost a lot of people in the past. Now, i think it’s his nature to push them away first. Out of fear, or worry or just to protect them. Or him. It’s gong to take a lot for him to let someone in in that way.” You paused, Sirius looked at you, noticing the glint in your eye. “Alas,” you said, dramatically “I fell for the wrong Marauder!”

“Didn’t you just, I would definitely taken my chance with you by now” Sirius grinned.

“I bet, and I would’ve had my heart broken in one fell swoop and moved on to my next mistake by now.”

“One can only wish”

You both sighed, playing along. Suddenly Sirius turned and looked directly at you, steely grey eyes focused on your own.

“If someone could help you out though, give him a little push…”

“Sirius…”

“No, really, because I would happily…”

“Sirius Orion Black, if you dare do anything to affect our friendship, I will personally shave your entire head.” You said threateningly. When he seemed less than convinced, you added “The Muggle way!” To which his eyes widened in shock.

“You wouldn't dare, Blackthorn.”

You raised an eyebrow, relaxing back into the sofa, one arm thrown across the armrest in an attempt to seem casual and at the same time, menacing. “Wanna bet?”

Sirius laughed. “You really are terrible at that. But ok, I promise. I won’t do anything…meddlesome” He held his hand out. You took it and shook.

“Deal”

The next night was the Halloween party in the common room. October 31st wasn’t until the Monday, but if experience was anything go by, it was best to not have a full day’s NEWT level classes the day after, so it was planed for the Saturday. The boys had gone all out, enchanted bats circling the ceiling, muggle style witches hats on nearly every head and the previously mentioned singing pumpkin. They’d even gone as far as to enchant the punch bowls. One was ‘spiked’ and the other plain. If anyone below 5th year tried to take a drink from the ‘spiked’, the bowl in the shape of Frankenstein’s monster's head would scream. It was all fairly impressive. You smiled as the pumpkin head started a stirling rendition of Patti Smtih’s Because the Night. You felt Sirius stand next to you.

“You know, I can practically feel your smugness. It’s radiating from you like an aura. That’s what it is. A smug aura. Smugora.” You laughed. Maybe that punch was stronger than you’d originally thought.

“I think I deserve my…smugora this time.”

You nodded, relenting “How on earth did you get the backing music as well?”

He grinned, touching his nose “Magic.”

You both threw your head back laughing and touched your glasses in a Cheers motion.

Suddenly the room was thrown into darkness. Someone screamed. The pumpkin had stopped singing. From the direction of the portrait hole, a strange purple glow was emanating. Muttering swept the room in a wave, followed by a nervous hush. Then, from the glow, James Potter emerged. Dressed as a mummy, wrapped in tissues and bandages, the only way you realised it was him was the glasses and stray few locks of wayward hair poking through the layers. The pumpkin started up again, this time with the steady beat of Queen’s ‘We will rock you’. A ripple of relief made it’s way through the crowd, followed by confusion from the purebloods among them. The lights flickered back on and the festivities resumed. You wandered the common room, chatting and drinking with your fellow Gryffindors. You danced around James as he made a spectacle of himself, but tripped on one of his rogue bandages and stumbled, clumsily into Remus.

“Oh, for goodness sake, I…Oh. Hello.” You said, quickly righting yourself.

“Sylv, hey. Peter told me you were looking for me.” Remus said, smiling. “Said you had something to talk about?”

You frowned. “Erm, no, but now I am wondering where your costume is” eyeing his usual soft jumper, with worn patches at the elbow.

“Well, I, um,” He sighed. “I told everyone I had forgotten to sort my costume with all the plans for the party, there were some tough charms you know” he trailed off.

“But really…”

“But really, I kind of thought I didn't need one, seeing as I already am a monster.” He couldn’t meet your eyes.

You straightened your shoulders, fixed your jaw and stared at him, a red heat burning.

“What. The. F…��

“Sylv, I know that look, don’t…”

“Don’t what Remus? Don’t react to your insane self-hatred? Don’t care that you still, still, wallow in self-loathing, convinced that no-one could ever care about you? What about your friend? James? Sirius? Peter? What about me, Remus? I don't understand how you can be so permanently obtuse when people love you, so obviously. They love you! For Godric's sake!”

The room had quietened. All eyes appeared to be on the two of you, the Marauders included. Sirius looked sheepish, but the other two were positively giddy.

“Yeah, we love you Remus!” James burst out. You glared at him, he responded with a grin.

“Sylv,” Remus’s hushed voice reached you through your anger “Please, can we talk somewhere else?” He didn’t wait for a response, just grabbed your hand and ran you up to the boys’ dorm. You momentarily thought about shaking him off, but decided to follow. This was a conversation that needed to be had, preferably away from prying or meddlesome eyes.

Remus swung you around, taking both hands in his own and looked into your eyes.

“Sylv, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you angry, I just…”

“Didn’t think I cared enough? Well you were wrong, Remus. Because I do care. Apparently too bloody much. But if you think that I will ever, ever stop caring about you, you are more of a fool than Sirius pretends to be.”

Remus couldn't help but laugh “How do you manage to sneak an insult to him while you’re angry at me?”

“It’s a talent. Now. Explain.”

“What is there to explain, Sylv? I know you don’t see it, but I am a monster.”

“Right, no, stop. Stop right there. You, Remus John Lupin are not a monster. You are a funny, intelligent, kind individual and also a massive idiot. You have pushed so many people away. I don’t know why you let the guys in before, nor me, but I do know you still have so many barriers up. You won;t let us in, no matter how much we try. And I don’t know if i can continue watching you do that.” Somehow, there were tears in your eyes, You blinked them away, annoyed.

“Sylv, I’m sorry.” Remus placed his hands on your shoulders. “I never thought about it like that. I’ve spent so long hiding I never thought about what that felt like to you. All of you. I know you care, I do, and sometimes I find it hard to understand why, but then you shout at me in front of the whole of Gryffindor and then start crying and pretending you’re not and I realise that maybe, maybe I don't have to understand it. Maybe it’s just how it is. And maybe I am an idiot for not realising that before.”

You heard cheers coming from behind the closed door.

“Now kiss her you idiot!”

You blushed. “Black, say goodbye to your luscious locks!”

“Technically it wasn’t me. I didn't meddle, Peter did. I just didn’t stop it!”

The room started to spin and you realised with a start just how much punch you’d helped yourself to. You collapsed onto the nearest bed and focused on the ceiling, trying to stop the room spinning.

“Sylv?” Remus approached shyly, confused by this sudden change in demeanour.

“It’s ok Moony, too much drink. I might just stay here for a wee bit and then go bed. You go on, enjoy the party.”

“I’ll get you some water, love”

“Ok” And you felt your eyes closing.

You woke to loud noises. Thudding sounds.

“Don’t you people respect Sundays, the sacred day of hangovers?” You mumbled sleepily, turning over in your duvet.

“Not in this dorm, we don’t get hangovers” A voice replied. A male voice. The voice of Sirius Black.

You sat up, instantly regretting the motion. Looking around, it was clear you were in the boy’s room, and as you wondered why, memories of the night before flooded back.

“Fuck”

“Sounds about right Blackthorn.”

“Quiet please, people are sleeping”

“The only one still sleeping is you. I had to kip on the couch last night.” You must be in Sirius’s bed.

“A true example of chivalry, right here, ladies and gentlemen” James teased.

The door opened, much quieter than it had previously. You turned your head slowly to see Remus entering with a pile of blankets, floating two mugs of tea behind him. He stopped as he saw you were awake, feigning horror.

“It lives!”

“Urgh, barely” you replied, groaning.

“We’ll see you later, Sleeping Beauty” Sirius called as he walked out the door, followed by James and Peter.

“Wait, it’s a Sunday, where are you going?”

“The less you know, the more ignorance you can plead later” James positively beamed at you.

“Fair point”

And with that, they were gone. Remus moved over to the bed you’d commandeered and dumped the blankets over you before passing a cup of tea to your ear hands. You groaned in relief as you took the first sip . The first taste of tea after a heavy night had always been one of your favourite things.

“Thank you” You said to Remus and gestured for him to come join you in your pile.

He shuffled in beside you and held you in his arms. IT was funny. Though there had been no dramatic declaration of feelings, no magical first kiss, though really nothing had changed, somehow, it all had. After a moment of comfortable silence, he chuckled.

“Have enough blankets?”

Ok so that’s my first fan fiction. Done. It’s not amazing and it totally ran away from me a bit there. But everyone’s gotta start somewhere, right?

#twwfall2018 #harry potter #remus lupin #fluff #thewackywriter

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