#Gif by lime Ether

[lime-ether]

Okay, i make gif

#manny calavera #grim fandango #man #he so silly #man i love them #Gif by lime Ether #Gif #GIF #funny dumb skeletons #skeleton #Spotify

[tatatale]

Can i have... a Valentine card??

#Ask #lime-ether #A L I V E #Valentine 2024

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! :DD THANK YALL!! 🎉🎂🎉

@ardent-38 @lime-ether @piperjistic @elegysonnet @storylover2 @forestrests

AAAAAA THANK YALL SO MUCH!! :DDD YALL ARE THE BEST!! :}} 💖💖💖

(Sorry I'm a bit late!)

:DD Thank you!! My favorite might be plain vanilla 😋💖

@unpopularartist14

I have definitely heard of it and seen it around. :0 And I got a good taste of it from SMG4s video on it XDD I've thought about watching it in the past. Though hearing about that widely accepted ship.. Ehhh,, I'm not so sure now.. <XD

@sunshine-vr6

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU!! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

XDD It really has. The poor guy is so conflicted. This really seems like a romantic moment. But surly she's just excited about her new form and doesn't understand the typical boundaries friends have.

Surly someone as beautiful and desirable as Blue.. wouldn't be interested in a old cookie like him.

..Right??

@jesterpiecethejester

They're still on my blog, I never deleted them or anything. You just gotta go to my #undertale tag and scroll down a bit-

@minnesotamedic186 (Post in question)

AWW!! Its might be a bit out of character for Blue, but its still a cute scene!! :DD

@keakruiser (Sorry for replying a bit late!)

:DDD THANK YOU!! I had some giant cookies and cream cupcakes! 😋😋

Huh, suprising!

....now what does Urchin taste like.. 🍴🍪

@edgywithaheart

Ooooo interesting!! :DD Though I wonder if this would change Barnaby and Howdy at all <XDD

GASP!! Nooo not my boy! He would never do a crime. XD

@jenny-the-fox

XD I think I have a couple of OCs that belong there--

(Post in question)

Oh! Thank you for the info! :DD

@candyglumboy (Post in question)

That could be an interpretation of it yeah :00 but to be totally honest, I haven't thought it all through yet..

The intention behind that comic is its showing that Eddie used to be a human. And now he's.. well. He's Eddie.

The comic was trying to show that there was someone he used to know when he was human. His sister? His mother? Someone.. He knew someone. And now that he's in the neighborhood.. she's gone. What happened to her? Who was she? Why do I miss her so much?.. Why.. am I crying? Why am I shaking?

"..What was I talking about.?"

@astaherussy

EATING THIS SCENARIO LIKE GARLIC BREAD FR!!! AAAAA JUST IMAGINE EVERYONE'S REACTIONS!!

I think the 3 of them are no strangers to bloody scenes, but that wouldn't make seeing their Octokids so hurt any easier.. <:(( Now I'm not much of a writer, and idk if this is the kind of response you were expecting.. but none the less you have inspired me! :}}

I can see them offering their services if needed, but mostly just staying out of Peso's way and letting him do his thing. when everything winds down and they're able to see each other.. it would be tough. :((

Kwazii would be in high spirits as always despite the injuries. He would proudly tell Calico Jack about how he was bravely able to fend off multiple sharks! He expected a lot of enthusiasm from his Grandad.. "..Y-Ye did great Kwazii, ye protected yer crew well. I'm real proud of ya for that.." Instead he got a more.. somber response.

With the time Kwazii has spent with the Octonauts, he's gotten a lot better at reading people. Its not hard to tell when someone is shaken. His ears are pinned back, his tail is puffed up and flicking back and fourth.. its clear that Jack isn't taking this sight well.

Kwazii would probably sit up straighter. "Hey,, Grandad I'm.. I'm alright, ye don't need to worry." He'd gently grab Jacks arm, getting his attention. "I'll be alright, this isn't a big deal! Really, I'm ok! It looks a lot worse than it actually is."

Jack might take a deep breath and nod "..I know. I know you'll be alright, lad.." His ears were still pinned back. Kwazii frowns. "..I'm alright now Grandad. This is small, trust me.." Jack would pause.. but then nod. Seeing Kwazii so beaten is hard for Jack to stomach. But Kwazii is one tough cookie.. Just like him. He knows that things will be ok. Kwazii will be ok.. They're both ok..

~~~

When Marsh came in to see Tweak, he almost lost his composure. He knows Tweak is tough. And she's gotten hurt a lot growin up, this ain't nothin she cant handle. But gosh, this hurts. That's his little girl. It hurts so much to see her like this. She's collapsed in medbay, and has her leg all bound up in a cast.

"Pa! Heh, uh- sorry about all this. You an I were supposed to go out swimmin after that mission. I guess uh.. it'll have to wait.. heh.."

A deep breath, "Now don't chu worry bout none of that," He sat down beside her bed and pat her on the shoulder. "You just put all yer energy into gettin better. Ok? We can always go see the reef another time." His droopy ears and shaky voice wasn't helping his tough façade..

Tweaks pauses for a moment. But then offers her hand to Marsh. He takes it, confused at first.

"..I'm sorry I scared you pa.. I'll be ok.."

...Unable to reply, Marsh just nods. He sighs and wipes his tears away. Gripping Tweaks hand tighter. He sniffles, and just nods..

~~~

Natquik's meeting with Barnacles went a little smoother than the others. He is no stranger to the sight of blood. And knowing that Barnacles is tough as nails, he wasn't too worried about him.. but still. Seeing Barnacles in such a state.. it wasn't easy.

When Natquik came in, he placed a gentle paw on the bears shoulder. "Barnacles, how do you feel? Are your wounds bad..?" Barnacles' voice was gravelly and slow. He had a nasty headache after that facial injury.. "..Oh.. I'll be alright.. its nothing I.. cant recover from.."

Natquik pulls up a stool and sits beside him. "You gave me a big scare, you know. You must not do that to me! No more dangerous missions for you!" He said wagging his finger.

Barnacles chuckled. "That wasn't meant to.. be a dangerous mission. Things just.. got out of hand." Natquik nods. "Yes yes, I can see.." His tone seemed off at the end there..

"..Are you alright, Professor?" It takes Natquik a second to respond.. Seeming to think over his words. "Don't worry for me, Barnacles. I am better now that I have seen you. And you will heal fine, yes? So all is ok." His hesitation wasn't reassuring.. But he knows how Natquik is. So doesn't push it further. "Yes, despite the scene we caused.. most of these injuries are minor. We'll be.. alright." Natquik puts on a smile that cant truly be read. "That is all that matters, my friend."

~~~

ALSO WAAHAGA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD I'm so glad to hear you like my stuff!! And you're interested even when you don't know thE CANON? BESTIE I AM HONORED!! 😭😭💖💖😭💖💖

And of course I would respond! :DD I LOVE receiving comments/interaction with my work. Its the #1 thing I hope my posts receive! Now I cant respond to every single one unfortunately, but I do read them all and respond to as many as I possibly can!! :D I'll take this moment to give a big thank you to all that leave me messages/comments/asks! They're my favorite thing!! 💖💖🥰💖

@couchwow

Thank you! :D Also OOOO CREATRURES! :DDD

@peaspods

I don't have a master post for those, no.. it would take a ton of effort for me to comb through my entire blog to compile it all so I haven't done it..

You can find all/most of that stuff under my #octonauts tag and my #deltarune tag. I hope this helps!

I did have a blue blanket for a time.. though that blanket doesn't actually exist irl-

Also man, that would take me forever to make. Bibi and the other's quilts were really small and easy to work with. I cant imagine all the time it would take for me in this state to make a full human sized quilt-

Plus I would have to draw the quilt with me whenever I draw my sona. Which would suck because then it would take longer for me to draw myself <XDD

XD Thank you!! :D I'm so glad you like them! :}}

WAAAAA THATS SO GOOODD!! 😭😭😭😭

#my response #tw descriptions of blood #tw descriptions of injury #octonauts #welcome home #eddie dear #factual fam #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (8)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of spiking drink, sexual themes, impregnanting talk, teasing, Swearing, naming calling, and Mentions of alcohol.

Summary - The boys are enthralled with you during the party, however the second they have to leave your side to give a group speech. Of course that is when the enemy strikes, leaving behind a mess in their wake.

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The song slowly came to an end as we pulled up to the huge mansion like building. The architecture was beautiful, with lime stone walls and roman columns. Wooyoung parked in a large secured parking lot next to the building. He got out first and ran around to open the door for me. I gave him a smile and took his hand, carefully getting out of the car. I had to make sure I didn't step on the dress or anything. Once the door was shut, I heard the sound of multiple feet walking towards us as someone called for Wooyoung.

I saw a group of seven other men came over, Wooyoung stepped out of the way so they could see me too. All of there faces looked upon me with equal astonishment. "Wow, is that y/n? From Chan's pack?" One asked. Wooyoung nodded. "She is, due just got done dolling her up. Oh Y/n" He looked at me. "This is my pack." He pointed and began to list off their names from left to right. "We are the Halazia pack to outsiders. But now you are my friend, so you don't have to call us that." I nodded. "Nice to meet you all, I hope to become your friend as well." I heard coos and agreement around me. "Awe you are just the sweetest little thing. I'm glad Chan and the boys are fated to you." Seonghwa said. Amongst this group, there were 4 alphas, 2 betas, and 2 Omega's. One of those omega's being Wooyoung of course.

I blushed at their compliments, however Wooyoung had my back. "Come on chill out boys, can't let her accidentally ruin her make up. Plus her pack has no idea how gorgeous she looks right now." Wooyoung held my hand and began to lead me inside. I was still trying to get used to walking in heels. The time I spent practicing with Jisung and Minho must have really paid off.

Walking inside with Wooyoung and His pack surrounding me, I saw other faces look to us astonished by the beauty in one small area. I felt like an angel surrounded by heavens most handsome men. I could only imagine how beautiful my own pack would look.

It only took me a second to spot them, they had yet to spot me. Wooyoung brought me down the steps, his pack following closely behind me. The crowd parted like the sea, I guess these boys usually beeline for my boys at stuff like this. Otherwise why would they so naturally part for us.

Finally the boys looked over, making eye contact with me. Their faces instantly dropped from smiles, but not in a bad way. They were filled with some much love and astonishment. Quickly walking up to me and the others. "Oh my moon goddess, my 'mega. You are more gorgeous than I could ever describe or even imagine." Chan said as he gently grabbed my hands. I too was enthralled and enchanted by each of their own personal beauty. Minho and Jisung had done such a lovely job at designing the perfect outfit to enhance everyones own beauty.

"You guys all look so ethereal yourselves." I said softly to them. I saw each one blush different hues and shades or red or pink. "Thank you for today Wooyoung" Jisung said giving him as smile. Wooyoung nodded and smiled himself. "she's as adorable as you guys talk about, I'm glad to have earned her friendship. I was sure to give my number to her so we can meet up later." He responded. Chan then pulled me up against him closer. "If you won't mind us, we would love to show our Omega how to have a good time here." Hongjoong spoke for the pack this time. Pack alpha to Pack alpha. "No worries, I expected as much from a newly completed mated pack. I can only imagine how much worse you will be when you all finally give her the pack mark." I heard him laugh before they all walked away.

Chan gently pulled me into their circle, placing me in the center among them. Each one placed a hand on me, Minho spoke first. "Give us a moment to fix your scent, no matter how much we love those guys, we still would rather you smell more of us." Everyone was given a chance to pull my closer, giving me a kiss and scenting me a little.

Once they were satisfied, Felix grabbed my hand and began to lead me to a nearby circle booth. He helped me slide in, so I sat in the middle amongst my boys. Jeongin and Seungmin Sat immediately next to me, the younger having his arm around my waist. Seungmin had his hand spread out on my thigh. Both their hands on me like this, I began to feel warmer as my thoughts plummeted from the heavens to the kinkiest ring of hell.

All their eyes were on me, this time Hyunjin spoke for the pack. "We already new you were beautiful, but tonight you are down right gorgeous 'mega. I'm so glad we get to experience this night with you." I smiled "I'm glad to be here with you guys aswell. You all look even more impossibly handsome tonight than I thought possible." I saw their faces all blush or shy away at my compliment.

I felt myself begin to slowly smile wider at them. I glanced around a bit as we sat here in comfortable silence. That's when I noticed the drinks, I was thirsty.

I glanced around to see everyone in their own conversations. So I gently placed my hand on Seungmins, to get his attention when he was done talking. They both stopped talking and looked at me. Looking between Seungmin and Jisung I asked, "Can I get a drink please?" Seungmin nodded but Jisung spoke first. "Have you ever had alcohol sweetie?" I shook my head no. "Okay then we will go get you a non-alcoholic drink for today." I agreed and watched as were both let out to go get me and a few others some drinks.

When they left, I felt someones hand pull me flush against their side. I looked up to see a smirking Jeongin looking back down at me. I felt his hand begin to wander up and down my waist. Caressing me gently while he continued to talk to Changbin about whatever. I couldn't pay attention as his hand slowly wrapped farther around my waist. Making his way slowly down to my heat, with every second I could feel myself twitching in anticipation.

My blush quickly returned to my cheeks when he finally had the tips of his fingers over my mound. His fingers lightly drawing circles over my clit. I could feel myself becoming slicker, the movements and scents of my pack around me were getting me drunk on the love.

I bit my lip trying to control my moans, I placed my hand on jeongins trying to get his attention. I didn't want everyone to smell my slick as he enticed it out of me. However it was too late as Chan growled. "Jeongin, there is still another 3 hours before we can leave, please do not make us suffer from the enchanting scent that is our mate's slick."

I blushed some more, before Seungmin and Jisung returned. Handing me my juice and the others their alcohol. We sat here for another long while, just indulging in each others presence and conversation. But after a while I was becoming bored, so I looked over and asked to be let out of the booth. "Whats wrong baby?" I smiled at him. "I would just like to go dance for a bit, have some fun you know?" I got a smile back before Hyunjin and Minho Both spoke up again. "Allow us gorgeous, we will take you." Minho said, followed by Hyunjin saying "I've wanted to dance with you for a while babe." I agreed

The boys let me out, as the other two grabbed my hands gently. Leading me down to the dance floor. Once we found an open spot deep in to the mosh pit, I was sandwiched between them both. The first song to play was talk dirty by Jason derulo. I smiled and decided to play a little bit with the alpha and beta I was sandwiched between. Minho was being me, so I began to grind against him in during the chorus of the song. My hands caressed and glided over hyunjins front. As another beat drops came I pulled him by the collar down to my face, mouthing the words "talk dirty to me." Then I let him go and watched as his face went from surprise to an equally evil smirk as mine.

I felt hands grab onto my hips, as Minho began to grind back into me. I could feel his growing and hardening bulge against my ass. It was leaving enough to imagination, just thinking about taking every single pack mate. Making them feel as good as I feel, being a good 'mega for them. "Someones being a little pushy today. Is our omega just that desperate for our knots?" I whined leaning back against Minho as he whispered into my ear. However hyunjin grabbed my chin, running his thumb below my lips. Barely catching my bottom lip as he passed over. "I think she just want to get pumped full of our cum, to make sure she gets pregnant with our pups." I felt myself shy away, those words having me aching more at the thought.

I felt them begin to travel their hands up and down my body hungrier. "I wish we could satisfy your wants darling, but we have to give our end of the night speech before we can leave. I'm sure we can convince chan to speed this up for us to leave." I nodded whimpering out a please.

With that they gently began to lead me back to the booth where the rest sat still. Minho let go and whispered to Chan for a bit. The formers eyes growing darker as he looks me up and down, a small flame of hunger hidden beneath those dark brown irises. He nodded and stood up walking slowly towards me. He took my hands in his and looked deep into my eyes.

"wait here for us pretty girl, we won't be long and then we can leave." I nodded and he gave my forehead a kiss before leading me to the now empty booth. Helping me to sit down and placing my drink in front of me.

I watched them all walk off to the main area, but as they disappeared into he crowd I lost sight of them. However, with them gone it seems that the devil got his own confidence.

As that awful smell, one I hoped I would never remember or experience again, it began to fill my space. Looking over to where it was coming from, I saw him. The man who filled my nightmares, left my scars. Scars that were either visible or mental. I could feel my instinct taking over, wanting to shy away from the alpha near me. My anxiety spiked more as he sat down across from me. "Well hello there Princess?" SangJun said with an ounce a venom spilling out. "Did you have a fun time playing pretend? It's time for you to come back home bitch. You were birthed for me, you are mine." Those last words ignited something in me as I growled at him. I saw surprise flash throughout his eyes.

"Oh shut up bitch, you know you deserve everything I am gonna do to you. You ran away from your pack, you were selfish and unruly. You are nothing without me, I am your alpha. Not some hot shot pack that doesn't know how omega's are supposed to be kept. Which is out of sight and silent. You are here to be my doll." He spoke to me. That when I barked at him, growling intensifying as the words I have always wanted to say spilled from my lips.

"You are the selfish one here Jun. You go around pulling everyone who holds no worth to you down. In the beginning, I thought you were everything I ever needed. Which was so childish of me, but what can you expect from an actual child. But now I have seen what the world really thinks, I know that you are one of few pack who still lead with the same mindset. Out here, Omegas are cherished and loved. Our rarity among the population makes us more worthy of love than you or anyone who follows you. My pack is my fated pack, they are my fated mates. You have no say over what the moon goddess chooses. You can't undo my love for them or their love for me. By the goddess, I wish to hurt you the exact same way you hurt me if not worse."

I wish I had paid more attention to his hands in that moment looking back on it now. Once he stood up, all he said was. "You will come looking for me soon princess, if not then I will come for you and nothing will stop me from getting you." He caressed my cheek and walked away. I rubbed my cheek trying to remove his acidic scent. Tears brimming my eyes as I tried my best to hold it back.

I took a big gulp of my drink and finally saw the boys walking over, but as they saw me their face dropped. They're paced picked upas they came closer, Changbin and Felix Knealed in front of me. The former spoke first, "What happened darling?" I sighed. "Sang-Jun is here, please can we leave now?" They all nodded and I took another gulp of my drink, however this time I recognized a very subtle flavor. It wasn't there when I had been drinking it earlier.

My heart dropped, it was the same drug Jun used to give me. One that forced me into a heat, making me easier to persuade as the Omega headspace would take over for me. I looked back at the boys with a now scared face. "We need to leave quickly. I'll explain later please." I began to cry. Changbin picked me up easily and began to carry me out the building. They speed walked to not grab any unwanted attention.

When we were outside, they beelined it to the pack van. Chan and Felix jumping in front. The Maknaes piled into the back, and I sat on Changbins lap with Hyunjin and Minho on either side. I could feel the beginnings of the forced heat slowly increase in intensity. I whined and situated myself to changbins thigh, rocking slightly against it. The double slit dress making it very easy to move as I wished.

I heard the growls of all pack members as my natural scent began to sweeten even more due to my heat. "He spiked my drink, it's the same drug he used to use to force me into heat during his ruts. it has a distinct but subtle flavor." I explained as quickly as I could, before the heat would take over too much for me to think straight.

"Don't worry omega, we got you. We will take good care of you, don't be nervous." I heard changbin growl out into my ear. Minho speaking next. "And when this is all over, we will make sure that sorry excuse for a man is run through the ground till he is six feet below. We have had enough of his antics."

Masterlist

#alpha beta omega #bang chan #childhood trauma #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #lee minho #omegaverse #seo changbin #x reader #tragic #yang jeongin #stray kids

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

OoTP, Chapter 3 - Your First Lessons

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: ~4,800

Note: the length of this one kind of got away from me, can't lie. usually my method of proof reading / editing is retyping the whole thing from my text editor to tumblr but this was taking me days with all the other stuff I have going on, so if there are more weird typos than usual that's why and I'm sorry

Saturday morning came, and you woke up and groaned at the ceiling. You hoped that if you pressed your pillow onto your head hard enough you could go back in time to stop yourself from offering tutoring to the biggest git at Hogwarts.

Wilbur sat down on your chest and started purring.

"Gff mrng," you mumbled from under your pillow. He began kneading your chest. You sighed and removed the pillow. "I suppose you'd like some treats." He pushed his wet nose into your face, so you pushed back your bed curtains to find an open bag. Donna was awake too, stretching in bed.

When she saw you were up, she said, "You getting breakfast? I think Yvette is already gone - she said something about Quidditch before passing out last night."

"Nah, I've gotta get to the greenhouses. I'm tutoring someone today."

"Who?" She sat next to you on your bed, scratching under Wilbur's chin.

You grimaced. "Uh, you probably don't know him. He's a fifth year. A Slytherin."

Donna laughed, then said, "Oh, you're serious? Well, ha! Good luck."

"Thanks. Keep him company, will you?" You pulled on a pair of jeans and a lime green and peach jumper your mum had described as 'hideous, but warm,' and headed out the door.

Before the greenhouses though, you needed to make a stop in the library if you were going to help Malfoy rewrite his self-fertalizing shrubs essay, which, thankfully, was about as easy to find as the great hall.

Halfway down the corridor you heard Peeves singing at the top of his ethereal lungs, "Saturday! Ink hooray! Why are you working? Saturday! Time to play! Good luck without your ink!" followed by the unmistakable sound of ink bottles shattering against stone. To be fair to Peeves, that was the nicest thing you'd ever heard him sing.

A Gryffindor came sprinting round the corner, dripping in ink, followed closely by the Gryffindor ghost.

"Oh, hey Ginny. Rough morning?"

She scowled, "I don't know why I even bother. Scourgify." She tapped herself with her wand, and the ink melted into the think air.

"I'll go get the Bloody Baron," the ghost said before drifting off into the wall.

"You don't happen to have any spare ink, do you?" asked Ginny. "I've procrastinated too much on that nonmagical transportation essay for Muggle Studies."

"Yep, s'all yours. Is the library...?"

"I'd wait for Nick to get back. Peeves has totally blocked the door. He's actually trapped a couple students and Madam Pince inside."

"Great." You peered around the corner; inside the library Peeves was doing a jig atop a toppled bookcase leaning against the door and throwing books with every kick. Madam Pince repaired them as quick as he could rip them apart. You watched, horrified and baffled, through the windows lining the library until the Bloody Baron appeared a few minutes later. He drifted up out of the floor and bellowed at Peeves incoherently, who then disappeared into the ceiling in a fright.

You ducked under the fallen bookcase and gingerly stepped through the books littering the ground, glancing at titles. You found a few that would suffice and stuffed them into your bag, and left to find your way back out to the greenhouse.

A few other students were already there, milling around with watering cans and bags of fertilizer.

Draco Malfoy waited for you by the vegetable patches, wearing a green argyle sweater vest over a pristine white button-down -why he chose that to garden in a mystery you wouldn't venture to guess- staring at his shoes.

He looked up and met your eye; his mouth fell open but before he could speak, you said, "Did you bring your essay?"

He nodded sharply. "I wasn't sure you were still coming."

"Oh? And why was that?" you snarked, walking past him to greenhouse 5. He trotted to keep up with you.

"Well, you seemed pretty mad the other day."

"Don't know what you mean. Sit." You held out your hand for the essay. At the top you saw, "T- see me" scrawled in Professor Sprout's handwriting, and you began to scan through. It was truly dreadful, not only was it several inches too short, it made the argument that the shrub bore fruit that, when it fell, turned into excrement that put nutrients back into the soil. "Where did you get this information? Don't tell me you made it up!"

"She gave us homework the first day!"

"So did everyone else, small wonder this is so bad. I have brought actual, real sources for you to pull from in your new essay." You ripped the old one in half with a flourish. "And we'll never speak of this one again."

Draco huffed, "How is anyone supposed to come up with a foot of yammering about a shrub?" You shot him a dark look, your patience wearing thin. "Fine, fine. Where do I start?"

You handed him a tome entitled Carnivorous Flora - Reversal in the Food Chain and said, "Chapter three."

"Carnivorous?"

"Read," you commanded, pointing firmly at the book, "and we'll talk after you've got the broad strokes. I'm going to get some things set up for your snapdragons; Professor Sprout may be lenient and regrade that as well. They'll be on the O.W.L. anyway." You found the snapdragon; it wasn't difficult since the tips of its petals were still discolored from the acidic soil, and pulled down the limestone, as well as powdered moonstone, ground horsefly wings, and gargoyle blood. Draco was still skimming, so you took a moment to fill a watering can from the pump outside again, not willing to fail at that bloody water creation charm in front of him.

"Well?" you asked, setting the water down.

"This is absurd. These things eat people. There's a whole section about how to keep them from eating you."

You pointed at your bag, "In Travels with Trolls there's a fairly detailed account of an accidental encounter with one while Gilderoy Lockhart was searching for trolls in the caves of Sweden. There are pictures in that one there - Flesh-Eating Trees of the World - for reference."

"God, that's disgusting."

"Yep. Am I safe in assuming that you've written a passable essay before?"

Draco scowled. "Well, yeah, but where do I even start with this? I can't very well write a foot on how to survive a flesh eating bush attack for Herbology."

"Ok," you sat down next to him and pulled out some new parchment and a quill. "We can start with an outline, and you can do the writing on your own." You walked through the important sections - climate, soil quality, how best to care for the plant - and picked out various bits of helpful text.

You continued, "If you need more length after that, it's always nice to not why someone would want to cultivate a species. These produce seed pods that are rich in iron, used in various medicinal concoctions, see here?" you pointed to a page in the potions textbook for second years. "Otherwise, once you've covered the basics of having the thing in your garden, just find something about it that interests you and expand on it. That should get you to a foot of parchment, and at least an A."

You stood up and stretched a bit before moving onto the snapdragons.

They were whining in a weak, rather pathetic way. Draco watched with a creased brow as you explained how their petals acted as a pH test, and you could tell his soil was too acidic based on the green tinge around the petals' edges. You pointed to the things you'd pulled out and said, "The limestone is the gentlest way to raise the pH, but I think for you the moonstone should do fine. You want purple edges, if they turn blue you've gone too far - add some gargoyle blood. Works as well as leaf mold, but these things love blood."

He took a pinch of the powdered moonstone and sprinkled it close to the base of the stems. "How do you know so much about this?" The petals lost their sickly hue and softened into yellow.

"My mum runs a potions supply shop. We grow almost everything we've seen in class."

"And that's why you're in Herbology 5?"

"Yeah, Professor Sprout convinced Dumbledore to let me skip ahead a bit because I kept interrupting her in first year." Draco continued to sprinkle the moonstone on his firebreathing snapdragons, and their leaves finally turned the right shade of purple. "Stop! That's perfect. Now you want to annoy them until they start glowing red, then be ready to douse. I'll go get a bottle." He managed to rather cleanly bottle beautifully plum smoke right up to the brim, and despite your lingering distaste, you bloomed with just a little bit of pride at his success.

The sun had been climbing steadily during your activities, and by the time the bottle of smoke was tucked into Draco Malfoy's bag, along with the reference books you pulled for him, it was obviously noon by the way the rays beat down through the greenhouse's glass roof and the way your stomach rumbled with fervor. He thanked you rather brusquely, the conflict of Thursday apparently remembered, and strutted back off into the castle.

The next Herbology lesson rolled around, and while Draco refused to meet your eye during Professor Sprout's lecture on the screechsnap, on your way out the door you heard, "Y/N! Hang on!"

He had jogged out into the sprinkling rain, bag held above his head, and handed a roll of parchment to you. It was his rewritten essay, a hastily written "E" and smiley face at the top.

"She accepted the smoke too." Though good news, his expression remained rather stoic. You cocked an eyebrow. "I owe you one."

"Don't worry about it," you said before turning to walk away.

He followed you into the castle, "No, really, I owe you. I don't understand why else you'd offer-"

"Because I could. Is that not good enough?" You shook your robes off in front of a fireplace, eyebrows knit together. "And you desperately needed it. If you need any help with the screechsnaps let me know - they can be a bit nippy."

His mouth opened and closed a few times, a bit like a fish out of water. "You clearly don't like me though, no accounting for taste, but I don't-"

"I like you fine when you aren't being a git or ignoring me for no reason. Besides, this has nothing to do with-"

He got quieter, glancing around at the other students walking through the hall, "I just don't want anyone to know - just if my father found out I need help in Herbology, from a fourth year in Hufflepuff-"

"And what's that supposed to mean? Nevermind, I don't care. I have to get to Potions. Goodbye." You huffed away from him, fuming and damp, asking yourself repeatedly why me?

Though you had a sinking feeling that every conversation with Draco Malfoy would be a contentious one, Saturday morning after the third week of the academic year you were inhaling a muffin on your way to greenhouse 5. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to continue tutoring, or if Draco would even show up, and your stomach was turning over at the thought of it. Yet, once you sat down at one of the benches, you saw that silver-blond hair glint harshly through the tinted glass and the knot in your gut loosened. He jerked open the door and paused.

You gestured at the bench across from you. “This time I wasn’t sure if you were showing up,” you joked weakly.

“Well, as you so deftly pointed out, I desperately need help.”

The morning was tense as you explained the homework - getting the screechsnaps to sing and harmonize - but by the end you thought you may have a way to lighten the mood. You just hoped you were right.

“So,” you began slowly, “you still owe me one?”

Draco’s eyebrows narrowed. “Yes.”

“I think I’ve thought of something. Do you know the water conjuration charm?”

He pulled his wand from his pocket unceremoniously, tapped the nearest empty pot and commanded, “Aguamenti.” The pot filled to the brim with perfectly clear, almost sparkling, water.

“I’m absolute pixie piss at Transfiguration, but I’ve had to use the hand-pump outside since forever, and I wondered if you could help me with it?”

“This is the favor you want from me,” he said, deadpan.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual. “That way no one owes anyone, and no one has to know.”

“And you’re ok with that all of a sudden?”

“Well I don’t love the idea, but it’s not like we need to be friends, right? This is just a mutually beneficial academic exchange.” He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I just can’t tell if you’re angry or not and I use big words when I’m nervous. But I can’t think of a reason why you would be angry, so I’m confused too. You gotta give me something here.”

He sat back on the bench and exhaled heavily. “No, I mean, I just thought, nevermind. Yeah, you’ve got a deal.”

“Great.” You shifted and looked at him expectantly, hoping he’d take the hint and teach you how to do the spell that’s been giving you grief since you read about it. McGonagall kept telling you it was “advanced” and you shouldn’t worry about it, but you’d show her.

Draco blinked a couple times. “What, now?”

“If you have the time, please.”

“Uh, alright.” He tossed the water from the pot onto the greenhouse’s floor and plunked it in front of you. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

You took a deep breath, pulled out you wand, and cleared your throat, then said, “Aguamenti.” There was a long pause while nothing came out of your wand. You knit your eyebrows together and tried again. “Aguamenti.” There was another long pause and heat crept swiftly into your cheeks. You shrugged and looked at Draco as if to say, “See?”

“Don’t be offended by this, but have you ever transfigured anything?”

“How could I possibly be offended by that,” you said in disbelief. The absolute audacity. Though you hated to admit it, there was some truth there as you thought back to last year and your inability to ever correctly transform a teapot into a tortoise. “Like I said. Pixie piss.”

“Maybe we should start with something simpler. What was the last thing you did that seemed easy?”

You grimaced. “The match to needle spell in first year.” He snorted rather derisively, his cold grey eyes rolling in his stupid head. You crossed your arms, indignation rising hot in your gut. You blurted out defensively, “At least I’m not just a lazy, entitled muppet-”

“Now, see here-”

“No! Why is my inadequacy any funnier than yours?” He stood up, still gripping his want tightly, eyes angry and flitting to and from the door. You held your hands up in surrender, “Look, I’m sorry. But this is never going to work if we take turns insulting each other’s intelligence - it’s just school, so it’s normal to need help, right? Though I stand by lazy, I think that’s accurate.”

He sat back down in a huff. “How so?”

“You could’ve passed the essay if you’d done any research to begin with - it’s clear you aren’t stupid, but asking Professor Sprout to curve your grade because of whoever your parents are instead of just doing the work is my definition of lazy.” He mumbled something under his breath. “What?”

He grumbled, “I sort of see your point.”

You grinned cheekily, “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I did. Now, are you going to teach me how to conjure water or not?”

He rolled up his sleeves and cited the transformation formula - bodyweight, viciousness, wand power, concentration, and a fifth unknown variable - before gesturing to his own wand. “Hawthorn, unicorn hair. Sufficient wand power. What’s yours?”

“Oh, uh, chestnut, unicorn hair.”

He nodded, “Bodyweight and viciousness has nothing to do with you, so it must be the concentration component.”

You huffed, “Well that’s not helpful.”

“Would you just relax?”

“Sorry,” you grumbled.

“Transfiguration almost always works for me,” you rolled your eyes, “because, my theory anyway, I almost always believe it will. And I stay focused. So, instead of concentration, try confidence and focus.”

You squinted doubtfully; how could you possibly convince yourself that the spell which hadn’t worked would suddenly? Though, you had to admit it made some amount of sense. And Draco seemed to have some idea what he was talking about. The spell worked for him after all. A transfiguration spell. Wasn’t it just transfiguring air into water? Steam found its way and dissipated into the air all the time. Surely the things were related.

“Ok,” you said to yourself, “I’m ready.” You squared your shoulders and readjusted the grip on your wand. Draco nodded once, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “Aguamenti.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. A healthy stream fell from the tip of your wand into the bucket. But then you looked up, excited, and it sputtered out.

Draco smiled smugly, “You lost focus. But better.” He stood up. “I think this will work. But if we can avoid it I’d rather not meet here every Saturday. I’ll find somewhere more secluded; I don’t want to have to explain what I’m doing in the greenhouses to every Hufflepuff pruning some vegetable.”

At first you were prepared to protest, but looking around, there were only going to be more people here on weekends as the term advanced - especially O.W.L. students. “Ok, some days we will need to be here, though. The conceptual lessons only go so far; Herbology is very hands-on. And I can’t imagine where would be a secluded place at Hogwarts on a Saturday that won’t be overrun with couples.” He waved a hand, “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

“Alright, let me know when you’ve figured it out then.” You stood up to gather your things.

Draco, at the door, turned around and asked, “By the way, I never asked - did you make the team?”

“What? Oh, Quidditch. No, I’m a substitute though.”

“Ah, too bad. You’re a decent flier.” He left you standing dumbfounded in the greenhouse, uncomfortable and flighty heat flooding your cheeks.

The next Saturday Draco found you leaving the great hall after breakfast. He had been lurking behind the beveled arch of a window, and you yelped when he materialized from the shadow. He shushed you and pulled you around under the arch with him.

“Are you insane?” you whispered, poking your head out, wondering if Yvette had seen. It looked like her early morning Quidditch practices were doing you a favor - she seemed totally unawares as she slumped away back to the common room.

“I’ve found a place,” in addition to his usual school bag, he was carrying two boxes - one wrapped like a package, the other with holes poked in the top - he continued more quietly, “Meet me on the Quidditch pitch, at the base of the Professors’ stand, in fifteen minutes.”

Before you could ask any questions, he hopped through the open window and strolled out onto the grounds. Despite your confusion, you did arrive on the Quidditch pitch and found his head poking out from under the checkered cloth covering the stands.

He waved at you hurriedly, “C’mon! Under here!”

You followed him under, asking, “Here? What if we get caught? We’ll get in so much trouble.”

“Nah,” he said, brushing off his trousers and pointing to the pin on his lapel, “We won’t - I am a prefect, after all.”

Under the stand, a fairly large if short space, very little light filtered through the cover and the bare ground was patchy and hard, not to mention freezing. The first rafter nearly brushed the top of Draco’s head. “Oh, ok…” you said, rubbing your arms and trying not to shiver.

Draco smirked and picked up the box wrapped like a package. “My mum sent this to me this morning.” Inside was a perfectly round stone, which he set on the ground in one of the corners. “This should do the trick. Lapis Ignis.” A faint light grew from within the stone, and the air was warmer immediately - the light became a tiny, crackling fire trapped behind a thin layer of the stone. “It’s a portable fireplace. I told her I’d been getting cold at night. Our common room’s under the lake, so.”

The tenseness in your shoulders relaxed with the warmth. You set down your bag on the ground thoughtfully. “This could work. Next time I may bring a picnic blanket though.”

“I was getting to that. I did say I’d take care of it, didn’t I?” He pulled a large green and black checkered quilt from his bag that looked far too nice to be putting on the ground, and tossed it into the air. You tilted your head to your right shoulder sharply. Draco didn’t miss a beat. He whipped out his wand and muttered something, and before the quilt started to fall it opened in ripples and settled itself neatly on the ground.

The borders on the quilt were all embroidered with little silver snakes.

“You really bleed Slytherin, don’t you?”

“It is the best house.”

You laughed, until you realized he was not at all joking. “Well, everyone thinks their house is the best house, don’t they?”

“They might think that. But, really, there’s no contest.”

Well, you disagreed there pretty strongly, but given he’d turned his attention to whatever else he brought with him, you decided there was no use in arguing. You rolled your eyes, “Anyway, do I wanna know what’s in that box?” You pointed to the one with holes poked into the lid.

“Right, this is for Transfiguration. I borrowed it from McGonagall this morning.” He opened the box and coaxed the thing inside out onto the blanket.

It was a hedgehog.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return it when we’re done here.” It’s cute little nose was working overtime, snuffling around on the quilt.

You knelt on the edge of the quilt across from him, careful to keep your shoes off of it. “Poor thing looks nervous. You didn’t bring any treats, did you?”

“Why would I have brought treats? We’re gonna turn it into a pin cushion, not invite it over for tea.”

“No need to get snippy,” you said, trying to rub a bit of your scent onto the quilt. Draco watched dubiously. Softly, to the hedgehog, you said, “No, no need to get snippy. You’re a cute tiny thing, aren’t you? Yes, of course.”

Draco cleared his throat.

“Right, sorry. We’ll start with Transfiguration, then?”

An hour later, you had succeeded in turning the hedgehog’s quills into pins, matches, and threads, but the hedgehog remained a hedgehog and never a pincushion. Draco’s brow had knit together furiously and he tried with growing fervor to explain the spell to no avail. Finally, he sat back on his heels and sighed, head thrown back.

“Well,” he said before a long pause, “it’s an improvement at least. Shall we move on to Herbology?”

“Oh thank heavens.” Your spine relaxed as you waved your wand and the hedgehog’s pins turned back into quills. “Professor Sprout tells me we’ll be getting to fanged geraniums soon; they’re not complicated but forgetting a step can get you bitten and that will scar no matter what Madam Pomfrey puts on it.”

Another hour passed, and you had taken off your shoes to sit cross-legged on the quilt, open book in your lap and happily napping hedgehog under a fold of your cloak. Draco had begun tapping his wand against his knee in frustration. “Remember,” you said, “they’re sentient beings. They really don’t want you to take their fangs - you have to reason with them.”

“How?” he said hotly, “How do I ‘reason’ with it?”

You shrugged. “A trade typically works. I’ve got one at home who likes acorns to decorate its pot. Or you could convince it that you need the fangs more than it does, like in Wandering with Werewolves.”

“This is absurd. I feel silly.”

You smirked, sensing a foothold. “And you’re going to let that stop you? I thought you wanted to be a… something?”

“I thought it could be fun to be a curse-breaker. For Gringotts.”

“Ah, and when you’re breaking curses all over the world, and you miss a trap because your tie gets crumpled and you need to make a blood-replenishing potion or you’ll bleed out, are you going to hesitate asking for a trade from the nearest fanged geranium? Or will you feel too silly?”

He paused. “You’re kind of an ass, you know?”

“Says the kettle. What do you do?”

But Draco never had the chance to answer, as the curtain began to lift. You shared a panicked look for a moment. A large eagle-owl came tramping into the space, feathers ruffled, carrying a letter on its leg. Draco held out his arm for the bird, “Here, Montague.” Montague settled himself on Draco’s shoulder and began preening, clearly affronted, and Draco plucked the letter from his leg. The parchment was gilded on the edge and sealed with inky black wax. His brow furrowed as he read. “I have to go,” he said, looking up quickly, “Now. I’m sorry.”

“That’s ok,” you picked up the hedgehog to return him to his box. “I can return him to McGonagall for you, if it’s urgent.”

He nodded, “Same place next week?” He tapped the stone and the light went out, the chill creeping back into your bones at once. You stood up and helped him fold the quilt before he stuffed it back into his bag along with the stone.

You sat back down next to the hedgehog’s box to pull on your shoes. “Sure. But don’t think we’ve moved on from fanged geraniums.”

He laughed shallowly, silver hair falling limply on his forehead.

“C’mon Montague.” He lifted the curtain and stooped to climb out, then looked back rather regretfully. “Sorry, thanks, uh… bye.”

“Bye,” you said to the closed curtain. “Lumos,” you whispered, and your wand lit up so you could tie your shoes. That was strange, wasn’t it? You brushed some dirt off your jeans as you stood and picked up the hedgehog.

The week following crawled on agonizingly slowly, and, to make matters worse, the stairs seemed particularly driven to keep you from any and all destinations. It had put you in a rather sour mood. So sour, in fact, that when Professor Umbridge made an unexpected appearance in Arithmancy, and proceeded to interrupt Professor Vector every two minutes to ask her to repeat herself in “more general language,” after class you couldn’t help but complain about it the second she was out of earshot.

“It’s like she has no understanding of the subjects she’s evaluating,” you moaned to Luna, the both of you on your way to Charms. “She doesn’t even have a grasp on her own subject, I’d bet any number of galleons on it.”

She nodded thoughtfully, “It does seem that way. But I don’t think Fudge cares much about her being a competent teacher.”

“What do you mean?”

���Well she’s clearly meant to be a competent spy.”

“Hey - Luna. Oh, hi Y/N,” Ginny came hopping up from behind, swinging an arm through each of yours. “Where’re you off to?”

“Charms,” you grumbled.

Luna’s eyes sparked with her sly smile. “Professor Umbridge sat in on Arithmancy. We’ve been discussing-”

“We’ve been complaining, Luna, tell it how it is.”

“Well it’s funny you mention her,” Ginny started, lowering her tone as other students passed. “How do you feel about the current quality of your education?”

Luna replied, “Not good.”

You said, “Pixie piss.”

“And how would you feel about learning from a more practiced source?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Who?”

“Harry Potter.”

You let out a laugh, “Excuse me?”

Luna thought for a moment, her eyes glazing over, then said, “He should be a font of experience, theoretically. To survive He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named not once, but twice is quite a qualification.”

You felt Ginny’s gaze before you met it, her eyes searching and only a touch wary. You sighed, “Well I don’t know what happened last year but I don’t think he’s a murderer, or crazy. So I guess I believe him. What’s this about?”

Ginny, apparently satisfied, leaned in closer. “We’re having a meeting. This Saturday at the Hog’s Head in Hogsmeade. At noon. Just to talk things over.” She shrugged. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”

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Happenings at Easton High

Excerpt:

Character scent list:

Erin Williams: Strawberry Cake | Designation: Omega

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes: Cedar Wood & Ocean mist | Designation: Alpha

Steve Rogers: Warm Apple Pie | Designation: Alpha

Natasha Romanoff: Lavender and Orchid | Designation: Alpha

Sam Wilson: Fresh Mint | Designation: Alpha

Supporting Characters:

Wanda Maximoff: Granny Smith Apples & Toasted Macadamia Nuts | Designation: Beta

Pietro Maximoff: Black Tea & Ginger Root | Designation: Alpha

Steven Grant: Raspberry Jam | Designation: Omega

Scott Lang: Key Lime Pie & Cinnamon | Designation: Omega

Sharon Carter: Coconut | Designation: Alpha

Tony Stark: Tequila & Mahogany | Designation: Alpha

Mrs.Williams: Stale Wine & Caviar | Designation: Alpha

Maria Hill: Freshly Baked Bread | Designation: Beta

Fever Dream

Year: 2012, February

Location: Portland, Maine

* this is only a part 1. I'm so tired but I will just post this anyway.

Gym class had gone on without a hitch. Bucky just finished weightlifting and headed for the locker rooms to change. Among the scents of the crowd, waiting to move on to the next class, Bucky knew something was off. Bucky’s nose scrunched into the air, examining the ether for his mate. He could only pick up the faint scent of Strawberry Cake. Erin.

His sweet Omega, the one that made him feel butterflies flutter in his stomach, believe it or not. He’d seen her with her classmates and her assigned gym teacher, Carol Danvers. Bucky was a part of a different class in the gym, so he always cherished when all the gym classes grouped up occasionally. But now, she was gone, only remnants of her scent left in the stale air. True they had only been officially dating for three months, but Bucky would protect her with his life, if he had to.

He knew there was something, more about this girl. Something refreshing and simple, something he wanted to keep around for as long as he could. He never wanted Erin to be ‘the one that got away’. Bucky shook off his nerves and ducked his head down, making sure his scent wasn’t too sweat-leaden. Raking through his long, chin-length hair, he solidified himself. He went over to Natasha, the foreign exchange student from Russia. She was a girl in the same class as Erin. She was an Alpha too. One that Erin seemed to build a quick friendship with since moving to Portland.

“Hey, Nat. Um. Have you seen Erin around? I thought she was with you?” Bucky asked quizzically.

Natasha lifted her head from her bag, one that she routinely checked on, making sure she was as prepared as possible. Nat straightened up the tie on her backpack and closed its top flap, pushing her hair out her face with a swipe of her finger.

“I saw her talking to Coach Danvers about midway through our track jog. I figured it was her asthma bothering her again. Probably the winter air, y’know? Go ask Coach, she’ll let you see her in the infirmary.” Nat slung her bag across her back, giving Bucky a warm smile.

Bucky returned the favor, “Thanks, Nat.” and walked in the direction of Coach Danvers. Who the Hell says infirmary anymore? Thought, Bucky realized the strange way Natasha used her words. That thought quickly dissipated in his mind, as he put his utmost important focus to the forefront. His stomach sunk at the news that Erin might be in pain. His Omega out there, struggling to breathe, without him? He couldn’t fathom something worse.

He cursed himself, how did he not notice sooner?! He could have taken her to the nurses’ office himself. Bucky’s instinct was in full swing. The need to be by Erin’s side only intensified as he got closer to Coach Danvers, chatting up another gym teacher. Bucky swallowed his nerves, he couldn’t act stressed out in front of adults.

“Coach Danvers?” he asked, looking forward.

“What’s up?” She responded, her line of vision tearing away from her co-worker.

“Is Erin alright? I heard you sent her to the nurses office.” Bucky stared into the Coaches eyes, carefully looking for any sign of fabrication.

“Oh. Williams, the new girl. Yeah. She ran out of scent block spray and her heat came on out of the blue. It’s better on everyone if her mom takes her home. Nothing more hectic than a school full of horny Alphas and a heated Omega. You can try talking to the nurse. But I dunno if she’ll let you go back to see her.” Coach Danvers warned.

Bucky got the urge to run, every second he wasted spending time here was another he wasn’t helping Erin. Bucky turned to leave forgetting his manners.

"Hey, I don't want to hear any funny business going on. Or you'll answer to me. You understand?!" Coach Danvers semi-yelled out to Bucky, turning to face her but keeping his mind on his Omega.

"Loud 'n' clear, Coach! Thank you." Bucky concluded heading out the heavy double doors.

It was no surprise to Bucky that as he got closer to the nurses’ office, that he couldn’t smell Erin’s scent. It would be concealed as best as possible until her parent came to pick her up. Bucky knew there were two isolated rooms built to hold Omegas who were in heat, granted the emergency situation.

These Heat-Rooms were tough. Made to make Fort Knox look like a joke. To keep Alphas out and Omegas protected at all costs. Any visitor who enters must first be neutralized with scent spray. Betas are typically fine though, being that Betas usually emit a calming scent to both Omegas and Alphas.

Bucky reached the front desk in record time, stopping to catch his breath. The nurse, Maria Hill, was diligently typing away at her computer. Her scent combined with her cool demeanor working to calm the frantic Alpha down. So far it was working ever so slightly. But it wouldn’t make Bucky’s worry go away.

“What can I do for you, Bucky?” Hill asked, finally stopping her work and giving the Alpha her full attention. Bucky was no stranger to the nurses’ office. Having to go there himself to get patched up after rough hockey matches with Sam was a regular occurrence.

“Erin’s in there. I want to make sure she’s alright. Just til her mom comes and picks her up.” Bucky said, unable to keep his gaze away from the heavy steeled door.

“No one’s making pups on my campus. Not on my watch. Sorry to burst your bubble Bucket.” Maria stated, getting up to file some paperwork away. Bucky let his head hit his hand on the counter with a soft thud.

“That’s not, it at all. I’ll leave as soon as her mom loads her in the car. Hell, I'll load her in myself if she can’t walk. Please, Hill? We’re Courting.” Bucky pleaded. He wasn’t used to pleading, so he mentally crossed his fingers hoping this would be enough to convince her. Maria’s eyebrows raised from her eyes, shocked at what he was saying. The desperation in his voice told her he was telling the truth. But she still couldn’t believe it.

“You? Courting, her? I thought you were into the more spunky Omegas.” Hill shook her head in disbelief. She’s probably the only person in the whole school who doesn’t know Erin and I are Courting, Bucky thought, rolling his eyes a bit.

“Yeah I get that a lot.Can you let me in? I don’t care if you keep tabs on me. Please. She’s in pain. And you can’t give her any pain meds unless a legal guardian signed off on it. And I bet it’s blank, right?” Bucky straightened up his spine. He didn’t want to leave here without at least checking on Erin. Bucky knew Erin couldn’t get as little as Ibuprofen for a headache. Much less given pain killers for her heat.

Maria chewed on her lower lip. Knowing that the only thing that might give Erin relief is her Alphas’ scent. She raked a hand through her hair.

“Alright Barnes. I’ll let you in. but you better behave yourself.” Hill gave him a stern index finger. Bucky clapped his hands together and bowed his head. Relief wasn’t a strong enough word for the emotion he was feeling.

“Thank you, thank you! I promise. No dickin’ around.” Bucky nearly exclaimed in joy.

Erin:

Ms. Hill was nice enough to give me a weighted blanket, and to keep the overhead fan on. But my heat was gnawing at me, slow and vicious. I kept my eyes closed, the lights beating a headache into my skull. That wasn’t the heat talking. Something I don’t like talking about. If Bucky knew about it, what’d he think about me? Would he disown me? Dump me? Never want to be associated with me ever again? Probably.

The kind nurse gave me multiple pillows, one of which I used to block out the light. I often felt like I was floating on my heats. At least not when a cramp had me in its jaws. Then I would come crashing back to earth until the pain subsided. Mom denies I have strong heats. Only because Dad never had strong heats, and he didn’t have debilitating cramps, like I do. I often wonder if the reasoning is because of my secret. Am I just too… sensitive? Just like with my emotions? The constant Ping-Ponging between feeling overly happy, to deep dark depressions, and enormous tidal waves of sadness that wash over me.

I’m nuts. I’m fucking nuts. A teenage girl who is so afraid of the dark, she has mental breakdowns. I can’t tell if I’m going crazy from just being me or if it’s the emotional abuse. Sometimes, if I didn't behave, Mom was mean to me. All through middle school and to now. Maybe it won’t end? Maybe I just need to be on my best behavior? Maybe by the time we graduate, Bucky can claim me. So Rapunzel won’t have to live in the tower anymore? Nah, that’s just a dumb fever dream. That’s the heat talking.

“Erin? You have a visitor.” a soft voice said, Ms. Hill. Oh no. I don't want to leave. I don’t want to go home, not yet. I groaned into my pillow. Curling into myself, half from a cramp and half from wishing I didn't leave so soon. But if I don't comply, then tonight will just be another argument.

I heard her pull up a chair. I know what she’s gonna say. ‘I took off work from a very important meeting to be here.’ Right, because I'm always the problem. If I’m such a burden then, why did you even have me in the first place?!

“Omega?” a voice asked with trepidation. My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t Mother Gothel after all. I removed the pillow from over my head, thinking it was very possible that I was just imagining all this. What a horrible trick resulting from a heat haze. But instead I was met with a soft smile and a heaping whiff of Cedarwood laced with hints of Ocean mist.

“Bucky? Why are you here?” my entire body shuddered as the heat fevers were beginning to kick in. Bucky chuckled a bit.

"I noticed you'd left. Talked to Coach Danvers and once I heard you were in heat. I- I couldn't just leave you to your misery. It's okay babe. I'm here now." Bucky said, his features softening. Bucky wiped sweat from my brow and gingerly stroked my warm cheek with his thumb.

I couldn't help but mewl at his tender touch. There was nothing like it. It was so sweet to have someone who cared for me like this. What's Bucky gonna think when I tell him about Mom? I trust him, but I feel like he might get too involved. And that would only make my situation more complicated.

Ms. Hill wandered about the room, giving me a water bottle and checking my temperature. I noticed she was assessing how Bucky was with me. Cautious as she should be, Alphas that are students are not allowed in the Heat Rooms when an Omega is present. She’s breaking the rules. Something I wouldn't be confident to do myself. She smiled and opened the door to leave.

“If either of you love birds need anything, I'll be just outside. I hope you feel better sweetie.” Ms. Hill expressed her sympathies. I could only give her a curt nod, feeling the beginnings of another cramp gripping my insides. I grasped at the thin cotton bedsheets, my teeth grinding in an effort to conceal a pain filled outburst.

Bucky noticed my pain immediately and dragged my hand to his lips, leaving soft kisses to distract me for the time being. When the wave subsided, I opened my eyes again, staring back at my lover's face. It was killing him to see me like this.

His brows furrowed and his face fallen he asked, “Is it always like this for you?”

I nodded, “mmhmm. Every month since I was 9.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at my response, “You were 9 when your heat started?! That’s crazy! Shit. I’m sorry Baby. You know, I would take your pain away if I could. Is my scent okay? I heard sometimes an Alpha’s scent can help the cramps.”

I nodded again. “Yeah your scent always smells so good. And I think it is helping. But i’m just a wuss anyway."

Bucky growled a bit. "Don't put yourself down like that. Heats are tough. Hell, ruts are tough. I can't imagine what you're going through. I mean… I can. I just. I wanna help you." His hand went to the back of his neck, I noticed. He was getting bashful. I smiled weakly.

"Thank you, Buck." I replied. With some struggle I forced my torso up. I always hated getting that cottonmouth feeling during my heats. Bucky followed my every move. I sipped the water before taking a few big gulps. Hopefully this won't make me nauseous.

The bell rang, normally I would be making my way to 3rd period. English 2 class. I looked to his perfectly blue eyes.

"You don't have to miss class for me." I said.

"That doesn't matter to me. You're more important. And agriculture class is boring as shit anyway." He made me chuckle.

"Whatever floats your boat, Billy goat!" I laughed at my own cheesy joke. I saw a brightness come back to Bucky's features. He gave a light chuckle before landing another kiss on the back of my hand.

"Jeez. What am I gonna do with you?" He asked rhetorically.

I never expected him to be by my side all day. I wasn't used to this kind of, kindness.

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[deleteddewewted]

Ahhh! First time interacting with an event! Could I get a sweet and sour of going on a date with Mitsuri, while Obanai (who’s jealous of reader, but won’t say anything because he just wants Mitsuri happy) watches from afar? I hope this makes sense- like it’s angst on Obanai’s part but fluffy on Mitsuri’s?

Sweet and Sour: Silent Observer

Mitsuri x Gn! Reader/Obanai

❤️🖤Sweet And Sour Event (May 21 - June 26)(JJK, MHA, KNY Characters Only!)❤️🖤

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W: Mildly suggestive, Jealousy, Angst

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Mitsuri fidgeted with her shirt and flattened out her thigh-lengthed skirt. You had mentioned how fashionable western clothing was and even brought her some for her to try on. She fell in love with an A-line pink skirt with lime flower patterning. She, later on, found an ombre white to green blouse and added an artificial flower that one of the vendors had gifted her. She was excited to show you, the foreign demon slayer, what her outfit was and she thought of just outright showing it to you but after you had asked her out all of her plans changed. She wanted to show you that she could acclimate to modern and western culture since you had done the same for Japanese culture. It set her heart on fire knowing that you had done it all to impress her and she felt like it was her turn to do so back. 

She thought of you a lot since the day you arrived at the Ubuyashiki estate was one that she’d never forget. You were wearing a western military uniform with a torn jacket on top. You were bruised but smiled through it all and even took the time to speak with each Hashira. She felt herself grow warm in the face when you made your way towards her. She felt so exposed at the moment and was tempted to cover her exposed cleavage for the first time ever. She found your looks very appealing and it hurt her to look away to stop herself from overheating.

“Y/n! Y/n! Would you like to spend the evening with me? I recently bought some new western treats from the market and thought you could possibly teach me about them?” Mitsuris’s face was bright red and her heart skipped a beat when she heard you giggle.

“Sure!” That’s what started her adorable cush on you. A simple request to eat with you and now you were going out on a romantic date together. Mitsuri moaned as she thought of the multiple ways the night could end, somewhere of you both promising to meet again in the future and the other was what she envisioned soulmates would do. A night of pure love-making and losing one another’s breath to the heat of your bodies being pressed together as you marked her, claiming her as your own.

Obanai watched as the girl of his dreams sighed once she stepped out of her estate. Her makeup was flawless as ever and her look was just as well put together. She had an upbeat skip to her and her flushed face redder than he’s ever seen before. She looked ethereal as she was but she was being so while dressed as a western girl. He felt his own face heat as he watched her from afar. No one should be allowed to look so beautiful. 

He had hoped that one day he would be the one holding her hand and making her giggle but unfortunately, fate was not in his favor. You were the one that got to hold Mitsuris’s hand, you got to make her blush and sigh breathlessly. You were the one Mitsuri was longing for, not him. He watched you kiss her hand and escort her to your car. He could have done that, he could ford all of the western luxuries that you used but he guessed that they would lose their charm because he didn’t know how to use them. Maybe if he was a westerner he would have captured her attention sooner. You both drove off into the town as Obanai stared at the vehicle as it faded into obscurity. He could only imagine the ways you further touch her body. He walked to his own estate, the loneliness of it dawning on him for the first time. He wanted what you got and he wanted what you had. Mitsuri was the only thing on his mind and unfortunately in enveloped in your arms.

#mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanjori #ask #dd answers #demon slayer #kny #dd speaks #mitsuri x y/n #mitsuri x obanai #mitsuri x you #obanai x reader #iguro obanai #iguro x mitsuri

[blackwoodbanshee]

Ich habe 7.371 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 6.375 more posts als 2021!

196 Einträge erstellt (3%)

7.175 Einträge gerebloggt (97%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@la-cocotte-de-paris

@saltforsalt

@uquiz-database

@bebemoon

@spcecowboyyy

Ich habe 2.306 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#uquiz – 334 Einträge

#fashion – 143 Einträge

#ukraine – 110 Einträge

#quiz – 65 Einträge

#aesthetic – 57 Einträge

#obey me – 49 Einträge

#russian invasion of ukraine – 45 Einträge

#interior – 45 Einträge

#horror – 41 Einträge

#eurovision – 40 Einträge

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Rewatching the haunting of hill house (netflix) and wow the parents are absolutely horrible.

23 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Oktober 2022

#4

Stardress and Cape are a must for my fantasy princess self! ⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐

25 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Januar 2022

#3

30 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. Januar 2022

#2

salty sweet aquatic

rosehip/lime blossom/bergamot/oakmoss. residual sea salt in your hair, an apple-skin pepperiness. atlantic breeze flowing through rain-beaten wild briar roses. something delicate and playful suits you

45 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. Juli 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

STOP👏MOWING👏LAWNS👏

🌱🌾🌻🌻🌻🌿🍀🌻🌾🌾🌿🌱

170 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. Mai 2022

Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #Jahresrückblick #Mein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 #Dein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[lime-ether]

¿Por qué ivy muerde a todos? ¿Tiene hambre o tiene una lesión esquelética por hambre?

O... ¿Es ella una caníbal?

(alt text)

Ivy aún no responderá las preguntas de los autores de la pregunta.

#comics #ivi and fey #lime ether #ask me anything #ask ivy #ivi #oh no #ivy #ivy you ok? #no.. #dead people #DEAD PEOPLE GROUP #catri #jirlshi do not look for ivy in the void #anon ask

[adrianmunson]

Lime

Same. I’m always trying to keep updated on discord, but sometimes I disappear into the ether.

#your fics are great btw

[ngonang]

MỘT VÀI TỪ NGỮ XINH ĐẸP ❤

🌼 Solitude - yên bình vui vẻ sống một mình

🌼 Palpitate - trái tim rung động dè dặt rồi lại vội vã

🌼 Redamancy - Bạn yêu một người, người ấy cũng yêu bạn.

🌼 Crush - Thích ai đó một đoạn thời gian ngắn ngủi, nhiệt liệt nhưng lại ngượng ngùng

🌼 Ethereal - cảm nhận từ trái tim bạn khi nhìn ngắm một người như những vì sao.

🌼 Petrichor - Hương vị của bùn đất khi cơn mưa vừa dứt

🌼 Décadence - tâm trạng hàng ngay sau khi cảnh tượng náo nhiệt chấm dứt

🌼 Limerence - vì một người mà điên đảo thần hồn

🌼 Augenstern - ánh sao trong mắt người bạn thích

🌼 Frühlingserwachen - những ngày trước khi mùa xuân đến

🌼 Habseligkeit - niềm hạnh phúc nhỏ nhoi trong đời

🌼 Hoffnungsschimmer - hy vọng mỏng manh nhưng không thể buông bỏ

🌼 Serein - hoàng hôn đang trong cơn mưa

🌼 Trouvaile - Sự hài lòng đến từ những điều nhỏ bé xinh đẹp tình cờ tìm thấy trong cuộc sống

🌼 Amireux - hơn cả một người bạn, nhưng chưa đến mức là người yêu

🌼 Lime - quả chanh

🌼 Aurora - cực quang

🌼 Frangipane - bơ hạnh nhân

🌼 Ich bleibe hier und warte auf dich. - Anh nguyện mãi đứng nơi đây chờ đợi em

🌼 Miraitowa - luôn hướng tới một tương lai tươi sáng

🌼 Iridescent - óng ánh như cầu vồng

🌼 Euphoria - Vì em mà anh hạnh phúc

[nctaezen]

RENJUN 'RAINBOW'

#nct #nct dream #renjun #huang renjun #renjun gifs #*nctaezen #in mood for some neon lime and cyan today #he's so ethereal ;;

[claramee]

MỘT VÀI TỪ NGỮ XINH ĐẸP ❤

🌼 Solitude - yên bình vui vẻ sống một mình

🌼 Palpitate - trái tim rung động dè dặt rồi lại vội vã

🌼 Redamancy - Bạn yêu một người, người ấy cũng yêu bạn.

🌼 Crush - Thích ai đó một đoạn thời gian ngắn ngủi, nhiệt liệt nhưng lại ngượng ngùng

🌼 Ethereal - cảm nhận từ trái tim bạn khi nhìn ngắm một người như những vì sao.

🌼 Petrichor - Hương vị của bùn đất khi cơn mưa vừa dứt

🌼 Décadence - tâm trạng hàng ngay sau khi cảnh tượng náo nhiệt chấm dứt

🌼 Limerence - vì một người mà điên đảo thần hồn

🌼 Augenstern - ánh sao trong mắt người bạn thích

🌼 Frühlingserwachen - những ngày trước khi mùa xuân đến

🌼 Habseligkeit - niềm hạnh phúc nhỏ nhoi trong đời

🌼 Hoffnungsschimmer - hy vọng mỏng manh nhưng không thể buông bỏ

🌼 Serein - hoàng hôn đang trong cơn mưa

🌼 Trouvaile - Sự hài lòng đến từ những điều nhỏ bé xinh đẹp tình cờ tìm thấy trong cuộc sống

🌼 Amireux - hơn cả một người bạn, nhưng chưa đến mức là người yêu

🌼 Lime - quả chanh

🌼 Aurora - cực quang

🌼 Frangipane - bơ hạnh nhân

🌼 Ich bleibe hier und warte auf dich. - Anh nguyện mãi đứng nơi đây chờ đợi em

🌼 Miraitowa - luôn hướng tới một tương lai tươi sáng

🌼 Iridescent - óng ánh như cầu vồng

🌼 Euphoria - Vì em mà anh hạnh phúc

Nguồn: weibo | Blog Ngân Tích Họa Lang dịch

#claramee #quotes #trích dẫn #weibo #dịch #illustration #sưu tầm

[socialitism]

( ✘*;  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐….. 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓

did AMBER BARRETT chase one of seven sins seven miles down the coast? originally from KEY WEST, FL, the TWENTY-EIGHT YEAR OLD CIS-FEMALE is a TATTOO ARTIST AT SALT & INK and has lived in the key for HER WHOLE LIFE. SHE is suppose to call MIDTOWN home, but there is always temptation lurking between the streets and the ocean that keeps HER from heading back. sinners and saints take many forms, but they look like JAMIE CHUNG and on their way to make decisions, good and bad, they always seem to sway to the beat of WALLS COULD TALK BY HALSEY.

︴⑅  ‹   part i   ›    ―    basic。

full name: amber jane barrett

nickname(s):  amber.

age:  twenty-eight.

birthday:  november 20th, 1992.

ethnicity:  english.

nationality:  asian american.

birthplace:   key west, fl

zodiac:  scorpio.

orientation:  heterosexual.

religion:  noyb.

︴⑅  ‹   part ii   ›    ―    physical appearance。

gender:  cis-female

height:  1,68 cm ― 5'5

weight & build::  54 kg ( 119lb )

eye color:  green

hair color:   dark brown

tattoos:  a black heart on her right shoulder blade

piercings:  ear piercings and belly button.

distinguishing traits:  a birthmark on the shape of a heart on the nape of her neck, a scar on her thigh.

physical ailments:  none.

︴⑅  ‹   part iii   ›    ―    insight。

phobias:  none.

vices:  none.

mental ailments: anxiety.

habits: plucking her eyelashes when nervous, doodling on rented books, not texting back.

positive traits: ambitious, decisive, independent, sociable, tough.

negative traits: belligerent, cunning, detached, machiavellian, vengeful.

moral alignnment: lawful chaotic

jung:INTJ.

enneagram: type 8.

four temperaments: tbd.

hogwarts house: hufflepuff.

top five tropes: cute and psycho

︴⑅  ‹   part iv   ›    ―    preferences。

person: her mother.

animal: birds.

food: figs.

drinks: vodka.

hobby: window-shopping.

time of the day: afternoon.

scent: peppermint.

weather: gloomy and rainy

place: rooftop.

︴⑅  ‹   part v   ›    ―    facts。

THREE MOST USED APPS:

instagram

youtube

vsco

snapchat

THREE MOST PLAYED SONGS:

walls could talk ; halsey

ilysb ; lany

best part ; h.e.r

favorite emoji: angel emoji

style: leather jackets and skirts, see through shirts and light blouses, satin dresses and high heels, glossy surfaces, ethereal looking, soft and delicate.

must haves: lip gloss and airpods.

if wandering without a destiny, where would they end up at?: by the river.

︴⑅  ‹   part v   ›    ―    this or that。

velvet or silk?: velvet.

tea or coffee?: tea.

silver or gold?: gold.

thunder or lighting?: lightning.

autumn or spring?: autumn.

moon or stars?: moon.

peanut butter or jam?: jam.

pancakes or waffles?: waffles.

vanilla or jasmine?: vanilla.

lemon or lime?: lime.

cough or sniff?: cough.

cold or warm?: warm.

red or blue?: red.

day or night?: night.

#sevenmiles.intro #amber. intro #( x. amber. intro )

[sillygoof]

"You have no right to be so goddamn attractive" [Midoriya Izuku🍓 x GN!Reader]

A/N: He looks like he's scared of the stars lol. Fear the sparkle Hello, I'm kind of new to Tumblr. I downloaded it a while ago but didn't use it much. This one-shot—drabble—thing(?) wasn't planned. I'm actually working on another one-shot but I got inspired to do this. I'm honestly really pissed about how badly I'm thirsting over this character. Like, CHRIST it's just AGHDHGWJJ! This is a really bad first impression, I'm sorry. I swear I'm a nice person. Anyway, enjoy my angry short fic(?) Also I don't think I'm very good at writing so I'm sorry if this is bad or if Midoriya seems out of character.

Warnings: Mild cussing, thirsting, pining, angst if you squint, terrible humor

Genre: Fluff ☁ (and a pinch of crack)

You weren't sure what on earth he was talking about. His endless rambles about whatever came to mind fell on deaf ears as you were too busy lost in thought.

Why is he so damn cute?

And you couldn't understand it for the life of you but the serene way the setting sun made him look like he was glowing had you locked in a trance. The soft light shadow that cascaded over his face seemed to show off the dark freckles that were splayed across his face and the sunlight that reached his eyes gave them a lime glow. He looked so ethereal. And if you were gonna be honest; it was annoying.

You couldn't focus on anything that wasn't him. He was the subject of all your thoughts and seemingly the reason you woke up in the morning if it meant you can see his precious smile again. When you first caught sight of him in his new costume, you were practically drooling. Scratch that, you were drooling. Let's just say you did not win your sparring match that day. Not only is it his appearance, but it's also just him in general. He's just so kind and an absolute sweetheart. His shy but out-going and determined attitude had you enamored at first meeting. You just like everything about him and it's just frustrating.

A shiver rolled up your spine as you watched his uniform hug his upper arm as he moved them animatedly and you internally groan. You felt like a pervert or even worse; a fangirl.

All this useless pining and thirsting over this boy was getting on your nerves. Your grades were suffering and the rest of your classmates were growing annoyed as well. Uraraka and Tsu have been encouraging you to confess to him but you were convinced he did not like you like that. Though, at this point, you were considering just yoloing it and facing rejection.

You didn't notice, but Midoriya had stopped talking once he noticed you weren't listening to him. Your eyes seemed unfocused with the bridge of your nose scrunched up which he recognized as your concentration expression. Though, the fact that you were just staring at him, unblinking, worried him a bit.

He'd caught you staring many times before and it never failed to make him blush. At first, his wishful thinking had almost convinced him that you might have liked him. But that was impossible. How could you like someone as plain as him?

He waved a hand in front of your face, successfully breaking you from your trance, "Is something wrong?" He asked nervously.

You shook your head trying to clear your thoughts, "Honestly," you started, "You..." He visibly tensed, "You have no right to be so goddamn attractive."

He stood there for a moment, processing your words, "Huuuh???" His face bursts into a scarlet red. He reminded you of a strawberry, "Y-You-You think I'm a-attractive!?" He stuttered as his arms wrapped around his head to hide his brightly reddened face.

"You sound shocked," Your tone was teasing but you were actually quite relieved he didn't find your statement creepy.

"I-I-I am," He said. You frowned. How could the boy you've been fawning over and crushing on not find himself attractive?

"Your mirror must be smudged than," You gently grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms away from his face, "Because I find you so alluring," Your head tilted slightly as you gazed at his face. His eyes were wide with tears pricking the corners, his face still very red, "I can't take my eyes off of you."

He passed out. You practically watched as his soul left his body. Maybe I went a bit too far. You've flirted with him before but those were more like teasing remarks and he's never passed out like this before.

You attempted to drag him back to the dorms and luckily you ran into Shoji and Tokoyami who happily helped you bring him back to his dorm room.

"Did you kill him?" Shoji had asked.

You laughed, "Not sure, I didn't check for a pulse." You thanked him after he laid the unconscious boy on his bed. After they left you sat beside his bed and began to poke his slightly flushed cheek, trying to wake him, "Midoriya...~" You whispered in a sing-song tone. His eyes opened slowly after a few minutes of calling him. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before his gaze drifted towards you. You watched the gears turn in his head as his memories came back to him.

He blinks rapidly before jolting up into a sitting position with his back against the wall, "I-I-You—" He shook his head trying to collect himself, "Did I...Did I pass out?" He asked.

"Yep," You nodded, "And I gotta say, Midoriya, you're heavier than you look." His hands quickly covered his reddening face. How embarrassing. He thought.

Peaking out from between his fingers, he noticed you staring at him again, loving his embarrassed state, "Um..." Lowering his hands, he began to fidget with his tie. His eyes were looking away from you at first before they locked with yours, "I find you very attractive...too." It was your turn to become flustered. Your face warmed and you smiled bashfully at him.

Perhaps...just maybe...he likes you too.

#izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #mha x y/n #mha x reader #my hero acadamy #bnha x reader #gender neutral reader #midoriya fluff #one shot #pls i beg of you do not reblog 😭