#best place to find a unicorn for couple

[kisscrossdresser]

#unicorn dating #find a unicorn #best place to find a unicorn for couple #unicorn sites

[passiveaggressiveturkeys]

It’s been over a week and am still trying to comprehend that a removal guy found a dead mouse under our sofa but instead of telling one of us (so we could dispose of it like sane people), he tied a string around its tail and hung it up in the doorway to annoy his colleagues while they carried out stuff out of the house

I mean literally that reads like someone with no writing ability trying to write a bad prank or something, I actually can’t even comprehend who would even think to do something like that it’s so disgusting

#the mouse wasn’t exactly fresh either #honestly tip of the iceberg of these people #they scratched up furniture that’s been in my family for hundreds of years #took a chunk out of the wall of our new place which thankfully our new landlord was chilled out about but could’ve been a lot worse #I’m pretty sure they ripped the hooks off the back of this hand made picture a friend gave me years ago of my now dead cat #cause I can’t think of literally any other way those hooks have gotten torn off #there’s also this unicorn figurine I’ve got that’s leg is now missing and I can’t even find the missing leg #for anyone reading this far we paid for them to pack everything up cause we’re a family of 3 adults and one young child and two of us adult #have chronic health issues and the other adult works full time plus little kid to look after it’s crazy here most of the time #I think they thought we were just lazy and did the removal service version of sneeze in the fish #it really hurts to have been targeted cause these people obviously thought I was just some lazy spoiled person #when I’m trying my best to stay on top of everything but I’m in so much pain and so tired so much of the time #I also think they really hated that I had a lot of cat stuff in my room? #like they took a drawing that was also of my now dead cat that someone else gave me out of a draw in my desk (left most other stuff in ther #and threw it into a box where of course it got kinda crumpled #like they took 5 things out of my desk draws #a couple of Easter things I forgot to give my brother last month #some sanitary towels which is pretty weird too and an old phone case #and of course the now crumpled drawing of my cat #when two of the guys were waiting to come get picked up by the others they apparently asked my sister were I was #and my sister explained I was resting in the car cause I get tired very easily #so one of them walked up to the car and asked why I was being so boring by sitting in the car #I said I was tired #he said he was tired too and I can’t use that as an excuse to be boring #like sorry for having multiple chronic heath conditions dude #this was the same guy who hung up the dead mouse tho so I don’t think he was all there #they took stuff out of some draws that had been out there by my great great grandparents #and now it’s crumpled in a box #there’s scratches on the lava lamp my grandma gave me that I swear weren’t there before #rips and dents on my posters and paperback books

[sinsandsweetness]

Please for the love of god write something about Rick chasing the reader down in the woods I’d DIE

(Rick and Daryl x fem!reader)

cw- reader already has a baby with the boys, reader being chased in a maze, threesome, smut, slight breeding kink… think that’s all…

notes- happy Halloween! This is a fun little one shot placed in Alexandria. It is a follow up of “taking turns” however you don’t need to read it to read this. It’s just the same relationship, a couple years later. I had a few requests for a follow up and for some chasing/hunting vibes so… here you go! I won’t lie this is a bit rushed and not proofread at all so I apologize for any errors or if it’s not my best… but i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think<3

“Alright,” Rick breathes out with a sigh, dropping the large box onto the ground. Daryl right behind him with another.

The kids run over. Judith, at just 4 years old, Gracie, Sam, Carl and a few of the older kids and teens in Alexandria. Your own baby coos in your arms. Incoherent, yet adorable babbles leave her mouth, with chubby little hands grabbing into the air in the direction of her daddy.

While Rick cuts open the cardboard box of costumes, Daryl sneaks away from the cluster of children, all way too excited to get their hands on a cape and a mask. Or a dress and a tiara.

“C’mhere, sweetheart,” he grabs your daughter from your arms. Immediately she’s smiling all big and giggling into his jacket.

“Were you good for your mama while I was gone?” He whispers against her dark curls before pressing a kiss to her head.

“She just missed you, I think.” You respond. In reality, she was fussy. You figured that would happen after two nights without her dad. Daryl definitely being her favourite parent.

The kids are noisy as they ooh and awe and fight over the Halloween costumes.

Rick finally makes his own escape with a costume cowboy hat on his head.

“Hey, officer,” you tip your head up for a kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Eager to hug you. To touch you.

He stays holding you for a moment. Just soaking in your warmth.

“Miss me?”

“Every minute.” He confirms against your mouth for one last kiss, before moving to kiss your daughters cheek.

“How’s our little princess?” He asks to no one in particular.

“She missed her daddies. Kept me up all night.”

“What?” Rick faked a shocked tone, “our little princess would never. That doesn’t sound like her at all, does it?” He runs his hand over her hair and plants a kiss on her head.

You roll your eyes but your smile peaks out anyway. The sight of your men being such good fathers will never fail to make you smile.

“Daddy! Daddy look!” Judith’s high pitched voice brings attention as she tugs at Ricks pant leg.

When the three of you turn to look, she’s dressed in a unicorn onesie. Adorable. A bit warm for the weather. But adorable.

Rick picks her up with a groan, “oh my goodness, almost too big for this, aren’t you?”

She nuzzles into Ricks chest, little arms wrapping around his neck.

“I think someone needs a little snooze before all the festivities tonight, hm? You feelin’ a little tired, Judy?” He asks her. You don’t hear anything but you see the white fluffy ears on her hood move up and down as she nods into her fathers shirt.

“This little rascal should have one too.” You nod towards your own sleepy girl, “I can go put em’ both down for a nap.”

“Nah, I’ll do it.” Daryl insists.

“Are you sure-“

“I’ve got it.” He scoops Judith up in one arm, balanced on his hip and very happy to be carried to bed. A snuggly little 6 month old on his other. He starts off upstairs and leaves you and Rick in the living room. Surrounded by a foam sword fight battle that appears to have ensued between a couple ninja turtles and a fairy Princess.

The whole reason for Rick and Daryl’s last run was to find these costumes. Among other Halloween decorations and as much candy as they could salvage. Anything to make it a special day. To show the kids what things used to be like. To remind the ones who did know, exactly how fun the holidays were. You weren’t even sure it was Halloween. Sure, the leaves were beautiful tones of orange and yellow, falling to the ground and crunching beneath your shoes. But you arent sure what day it was. Honestly, you arent entirely sure what month it is. However, according to Eugene’s calendar, It is in fact the 31st of October.

Ricks head tips low to your ear and he whispers an invitation to go shower. He needs to clean up. And he really wouldn’t mind some company.

“Carol,” he turns for a moment and nods to her in the kitchen, prepping some food for tonight. “Can you…” he motions to the living room full of children running around. Carol nods and you can hear her telling them to beat it and go play outside while you’re led up the stairs by the hand.

—

The party is supposed to start at 7. Carol offered to take your daughter for the night, to give you some time off. To have fun. To go to sleep early if that’s what you wanted.

It’s a bit cold out. So you’re in a cream knit sweater and some jeans. A pair of cheap bunny ears are on your head. Your daughter is dressed in the smallest costume you could find in the box, a plush orange carrot. And she’s the cutest carrot you’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.

There’s wine. Lots. And food. And candy. Eugene is setting up a spooky film to be played on a projecter in the middle of Alexandria. A few bonfires surround the yard, scattered with jack-o-lanterns. Carved and lit up with tea lights and glowing eyes.

It’s beautiful. Slightly spooky. And so familiar. It’s everything you remember about Halloween.

An arm snaking around your waist startles you as you sip on your wine. But the smell of smoke and leather soothes you quickly.

“Hey,” Daryl says. You turn to face him, only slightly confused as his voice is being muffled by something.

He’s wearing a mask. A scream mask more specifically. The rest of his attire is typical. His leather jacket on, though no vest tonight. Dark jeans and boots.

“Mmm, spooky.” You lean in and press a quick peck to the white plastic. You can’t see him smile under the mask, but you know it’s there.

Another arm wraps around your waist from the other side. It’s Rick. You know by the thick brown jacket brushing against you. He’s also in costume, wearing a Friday the 13th hockey mask.

“Well hello, Jason,” you tease.

“You scared yet?”

“Should I be?” You ask. Though you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

Rick opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by some commotion from the yard.

Eugene has a microphone, standing on a picnic table and telling the crowd to sit down and get comfy. That the movie will be starting in two minutes.

“Well, are you two ready for some Hocus Pocus?” You ask.

They look at eachother through the masks. What the hell are they plotting?

“What…?” You finally ask.

“We were thinking… maybe we could do something a little different.”

“What, you wanna watch something else?”

“Not quite,” Daryl chimes in, “we were thinking that while everyone is watching the movie, the three of us can make our way through the corn maze.”

The maze is outside the walls of Alexandria. A bit dangerous, but it was part of the fun. The kids had all had their turns in it earlier in the day, heavily supervised by adults and parents. Ones with weapons and training for situations outside the safety of the walls.

“You want us to all get lost in the maze?” You bite your bottom lip and smile.

“We want you to get lost in the maze,” Daryl corrects you.

Rick dips down to your ear and lowers his voice, “and we’ll try and find you. Play a little game.”

“Grown up hide and seek?” You ask. Heat raising to your cheeks at the thought of what they want to do once they find you.

“Exactly.”

You swallow, looking back to the yard where the kids are all lid out in sleeping bags and on blankets. Focused on the film playing in the dark.

“Ok.”

“We’ll give you a two minute head start,” Rick hands you a switch blade. Just incase. Nodding towards the back fence, where you know you can sneak out without being caught. Your heart is already starting to race a little at the thought of having to hide. At the thought of them searching for you. Hunting you down. And Daryl’s little comment when you start off towards the fence doesn’t help either,

“Good luck, little bunny.”

—

It’s pitch black when you reach the maze. Actually, as soon as you made it over the wall and into the woods, it was dark. But inside the maze, the stalks of corn all towering over 10 feet tall and fluttering creepily in the breeze. The only light you can see is a faint glow from the moon. And even then, it’s only when you’re out of the shadows.

You walk into the maze. Immediately met by multiple twists and turns. You weren’t one of the supervisors earlier, so you really didn’t know the route. The straw and leaves crunch under your feet as you walk further into the maze. A quick, brisk walk trying to find the best place to hide. Or, if you’re lucky, to find the end of the maze before the boys even get in.

But you know that’s unrealistic. And you’re sure your two minutes must be up because you can hear them. Footsteps and muffled voices behind a couple walls of corn. Shit.

You start to walk faster. A borderline jog at this point, trying to keep your footing light.

It didn’t occur to you until now how easy it’ll be for them to find you. Daryl’s a hunter for Christ sake. He’ll be able to track your path through the maze in no time.

They’re closer.

Fuck.

You have to run. You can hear their voices. They’re so close.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” Ricks voice rings out towards you. He’s on the other side of the wall. Through the thick corn stalks and the pitch black of the night, you can’t make out exactly where he is. But he’s close.

You run.

And they follow right after.

The sound of their footsteps is clearer and clearer the further away from Alexandria you get. And the further into the maze.

You shriek at the feeling of a hand on your sweater, jolting forward and starting to sprint. It was Daryl. He’s behind you.

And though him and Rick are both stronger, you have one advantage. You’re faster.

Over your shoulder as you sprint you can see them. White masks still on, glowing in the moonlight.

“Fuck”, you swear to yourself when you

come to a dead end. You only have two options. Turn around, or be caught. They couldn’t be more than a few seconds away.

Without really thinking, you shove your way through the stalks. Catching on every leaf and stick, but ultimately coming out the other side without a scrape.

You can’t celebrate your quick thinking victory too long because you still hear them.

“Split up,” Daryl whisper shouts at his friend, and with their footsteps scattered, it’s even harder to tell where they are.

Fuck.

You keep going. You take a left. And then a right and another dead end. Shit. Is this … is this the same one?

You turn back and take the left instead. But it’s another dead end.

What the fuck?

You’re lost. You don’t even know what direction you came from anymore. Circling the same two dead ends before you finally take a right that leads you a couple meters further than the other options.

You hear a stick crack on the ground behind you, but there’s no time to see who it is.

You turn the corner fast with your heartbeat so loud it drums in your ears.

“Shit,” you stumble right into a brown jacket in front of you. Arms wrapping around you and picking you up. You scream.

Someone warm presses against your back as your feet touch the floor again.

You’re trapped.

“Gotcha,” Daryl’s gravelly voice is already in your ear.

You’re breathing heavy in their hold, sandwiched between the two men.

Their hands grab at your sweater and start to roam.

“Take this off,” a voice demands as you struggle against their arms,

You try for a moment to reach the mask covering Ricks face. But Daryl, or maybe Rick’s, hands are clamped on your wrist.

It’s claustrophobic, but you don’t entirely mind. As long as it’s their arms your trapped between, you’ll never complain.

They don’t kiss you. They can’t. But everything about their demeanour is screaming that they want you. That they want to be in you.

Hands gripping and tugging at your jeans. Your hands snake around Ricks neck in front of you as they peel your jeans down your legs. The air is cold and gives you goosebumps, but your legs wrap around his waist immediately. Daryl’s bulge pokes at your ass while his hand trails under your sweater to pinch your nipple. Ricks pants are tight as his own bulge rubs against the thin fabric of your panties. Your jeans long lost to the straw and dirt ground underneath you.

It doesn’t take long for them to get you how they need you.

Granted, the three of you did have a lot of practice. Your panties swiftly ripped off by the man behind you who wanted more access. The cold metal of both their belts hit your skin.

And with little preparation other than some spit and arousal, you’re stretched to the max with both men. Both holes filled with very little regard for your comfort.

They know you’d say something if it really hurt.

But it hurts so good. The pain of being so fucking full. Stretched to a limit you’d experienced over a dozen times, but no matter what, it just never gets any easier.

“Wanna kiss you,” your voice comes out in wet gasps, lips brushing the plastic of Ricks mask. One hand trying for Daryl’s hood, reaching awkwardly around. You need their touch. Their lips on your lips. Tongues tracing each-other and fighting for dominance.

They’d win.

They always do.

The three of you find a rhythm quickly. Hands on your thighs, holding you up and using you as leverage to pound as fast and hard as they could. Your moans and their grunts fill the air as pleasure starts to swirl low on your abdomen.

“Please,” your head tips back in ecstasy. “Please, please,”

“Please what, sweet girl?” The cold plastic of Daryl’s mask brushes your ear.

“Please- want- uh,” you’re interrupted by sharper thrusts from the two men, catching you off guard. Their both picking up their pace.

“Speak up, darling.” Rick demands, nails digging into your hips.

“Fill me up,” you gasp again. “Want it so bad, Rick, please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the swirl in your stomach. The one that keeps getting warmer and warmer and warmer until-

“I’m cumming,” you tell them as a courtesy, but you don’t have to. The way you’re involuntarily clenching down around them gives you away far better than a couple raspy words.

“You really wanna get filled up, baby? Bred like the little bunny you are, huh?” Ricks words send you over the edge and a hand toys at the fluffy rabbit ears that are shockingly still secured on top of your head.

You’re out of words. Too stimulated to talk. So you just nod in agreement. Yes. Please. Please.

Their hips stutter to a stop and warm liquid seeps out to drool down your inner thigh.

Breathing heavy, you’re lowered back to the ground, colder now. without the friction of their bodies.

“Here,” Daryl grabs your jeans from the ground and dresses you again. His soft side peaking out now that he’s had his release. Your shoes are back on and your legs a little shaky, and finally, the boys finally take their masks off. The whites of their eyes are bright in the moonlight.

“You alright?” They both ask you as the three of you somehow manage to find your way back out of the maze.

“A little cold…” you smirk.

“But we didn’t-we didn’t scare you too bad right?”

“No.” You smile, “Don’t know if I could ever get that scared by you too love bugs.” You tease, arms wrapping around their waists and pulling them in close to you.

“Pfft,” Daryl brushes off the comment and Rick only smiles.

“Well if we didn’t scare you, then maybe next time we oughta try a little harder.”

“Next time?” You ask. The thought already going straight between your thighs.

The boys share a look over your shoulders that can only mean one thing.

“Hey, baby,” Rick catches your attention, hand guiding you towards the community gates by the small of your back as he searches in his jacket pocket for his keys. “You ever been to a house of mirrors?”

#rick x reader #rick x you #rick x y/n #Rick grimes x reader #Rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #Daryl x you #Daryl x reader #rickyl x you #rickyl x reader #rickyl x reader smut #rick x daryl x reader #rick x reader x daryl #taking turns part 2

[elysianeclipxe]

secret soft boy revealed | enhypen sunghoon

warnings: insults towards build a bear, sunghoon being a judgemental bitch /hj, irony or like little hypocritical (not that bad i swear), also like mega soft hoonie

genre/au: fluff, boyfriend!sunghoon au

word count: 1.4k

summary: build-a-bear is a cliche and old thing that couple do. only lame people would go there to build a bear when it's obviously easier to just buy one.. so tell me why THE Park Sunghoon just so happens to be there, enjoying the fact that he's building a bear... whipped af

sidenote: pls don't question where my mind's at these days, idk either. like this idea legit just popped outta nowhere and has been stuck for like a week. i had to do it, i had to so deal with it. sunghoon's cute like this anyway, also hoping he isn't super ooc in this, i tried my best y'all

Sunghoon is a man with a lot of pride. That pride slowly increased as the years went by and never stopped to fall. It rose from ice skating, it rose from his fangirls at college, and it definitely rose when and as he dates you. But right now, his pride is easily being challenged by a stuffed animal store. What exactly is he looking at right now?

“Ya! What the fuck is this nightmare of a store?” He felt his feet halt at the sight of the -what’s a nice way to describe it- childish looking store. Well that’s way better compared to what he did say. His eyes are wide and figure is just frozen cause he definitely did not see this as part of his day when he said that you could take him anywhere.

“What do you mean? It’s build-a-bear, it’s cute.” You replied in a questioning tone. You tug at his arm trying to pull him inside the store but it gets progressively harder as if he doesn’t want to go in.

“It looks stupid.” You knew it, this wasn’t the ideal place to go to.

You frown at his response and let go of his hand with a huff, “you look stupid. If you really don’t wanna go in then I won’t force you to. I just thought it would be fun to do together.” Maybe you should’ve picked a different place for the two of you to go to instead of something so immature. You probably look like such a childish significant other in his eyes right now. Great…

He looked over at you and felt his figure slump at your down state. Was this build-a-bear thing such a bad thing that he would shut it down before even trying it? For others, maybe. But for you, no way. He likes you too much for that. So he lifted your chin and forced a smile, “I want to do it, just don’t expect me to be too into it. Just want you to have fun.”

“REALLY HOONIE!? You’re serious about this, promise?” With a slight nod of his head, you beamed your smile at him and excitedly dragged him into the store. This’ll be fun, right?

Oh boy were you soooo right! You and Sunghoon had only entered the workshop around 15 minutes ago and anyone can obviously see how much you’re enjoying it so far, but what you didn’t expect was to see your boyfriend enjoying just as much as you. Maybe even a little bit more. The way he paid so much attention to the worker who explained what to do first since you were both first time build-a-bear makers, or maybe how he said how you two should surprise each other with your build-a-bear and see who made a better one like it was a competition. Nevertheless, you agreed to his proposition. 

So here you are, looking around the store trying to find a design you think would be best. Frogs, nope. Bunnies, cute but no. Unicorns, why. Everything seemed so basic and incomplete until there, your build-a-bear chilling on the second shelf. A little penguin.

Awwww, it’s so cute! It kinda looks like Sunghoon. My ice prince and my ice related animal, makes sense

“You are way too cute not to get! Come on, let’s go get you all plush and personalised.” You happily walk over to the worker and move onto the next step, the worker instructing you to do this silly but amusing heart warming ceremony for your almost stuffed penguin. Rubbing the plastic heart between your hands and giving the heart a wish for your plush was one of the most entertaining things to do. Screw being childish, this was terrific and you didn’t care. And it seems as though your boyfriend doesn’t care either since he comes rushing over to you with an unstuffed bear and a huge grin on his face. 

“I FOUND IT!! I found the perfect one to get, a classic with my personal touch. I am definitely winning this!” He confidently handed it to the worker and worked on his heart warming ceremony. A serious look on his face as he warmed up the plastic heart in his hands, rubbing it on the fully stuffed animal to create memories, promising to care for his new build-a-bear, and sealing that promise with a kiss.

HE’S SO CUTE OMG!! HOON YOU ARE SO CUTE LIKE THIS, STUPID MY ASS, YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BOYFRIEND EVER

After everything was done, the workers placed the hearts in each stuffed animal and closed them up before handing them to you. You both thanked them before looking at each other with determination in both of your eyes. “Sorry Hoonie, but I think I won this one. I got a penguin while you got a basic bear.”

He loudly gasped at your words, hands over his heart before placing the bear’s paw over their heart. “How could you? My bear is not basic! He is a classic with a customised scarf as a personal accessory. I for sure won this challenge, step down babe.”

“How does adding a scarf make it that much better, Hoon?”

He froze. “Hoon?” He bit his lip and turned his head to the side, not noticing that his cheeks and ears began to turn the lightest shade of red. “Hoon~, wanna answer me?” You teasingly ask him, closing the distance between the two of you. “Please..”

“IgavehimasimilarscarftotheoneIgaveyouwhenwestarteddatingandiputourinitialsonthescarfaswell…” Sunghoon said quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. This is embarrassing, too embarrassing for him.

“Sunghoon, I understand nothing from that. Could you repeat it again, a little slower this time?”

“Ishhhhh, okay. I gave him a similar scarf to the one I gave you when we started dating and I put our initials on the scarf as well…” His blush deepened to the point he started covering his face with his hands. You bit your lip in pure amusement and happiness.

Yep, I’m right. My boyfriend is the cutest thing ever, I love him so much

“Can I see?” He hurriedly nodded and pushed the bear in your direction. The classic brown bear with a different colour for the heart shaped paws and the scarf that did indeed have both of your initials in it. PSH <3 Y/N. You could feel your heart melt at the sight of something so simple yet weirdly touching. This man is too much for your heart. “You win, Hoonie. I-I don’t think I can beat this.”

He peeked out of the gaps between his fingers, “really?” He saw your nod and your shy smile and started smirking at you all smug like. “You really like it, huh?”

You push his face away and begin to walk towards the counter to pay for the build-a-bears, “don’t get too cocky, Park Sunghoon!” He followed after you with a loud laugh. “Oh yeah, what do you think we should name them?”

“Tofu for the penguin and Mapo for the bear?”

“Like mapo tofu, the dish? Just why?”

“Because mapo tofu is two parts that make a great dish together, just like how you and I make a great couple together and plus we made these build-a-bears together… also I’m kind of craving some mapo tofu right now.” You slapped his shoulder and chuckled at his dorky analogy. Mapo and Tofu, kind of cute.

“Hoon, do you still want to buy them some clothes?”

“Nah, I’m kind of tired. Spent too much time trying to win the competition. We can just buy them clothes next time if we want to and order some takeout at home..” He handed over his credit card and waited for the cashier to place the stuffed animals in the bags before heading out the store with you.

“So there’s a next time?” You cheekily grinned at him. You can see that shy smile that only shows when he’s admitting to something he judged too quickly but enjoyed.

“Maybe… It wasn’t so bad going to build-a-bear with you.” He wasn’t lying, it was pretty entertaining. Especially since he saw just how happy you looked while getting your penguin. It wasn’t so much that building a bear was fun but more on how fun it was to be with you. Okay, he’s lying a bit. Maybe building his own bear was pretty fun. But he won’t admit it. Cause who would ever think that the so-called ice prince would be so into building a bear? 

I hope you all enjoyed reading this random fic, I'm hoping it was okay. All support is very much appreciated <;33

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[footnotesaregreat]

ofmd headcannons bc i physically can’t stop thinking about these bitches

izzy sings at lucius and pete’s ceremony probably fly me to the moon or killing me softly (written by laszlo cravensworth & later plagiarized)

at the party that follows they all gather up singing shanties, ed & izzy whispering the lyrics to stede, who is still getting the hang of pirate music

stede & ed are supporting izzy’s back, that is still healing, despite his protests

they are also holding hands (ed-stede, stede-izzy)

jim, archie, olu & zheng are sitting suspiciously close

auntie & jackie instantly become besties

wee john, frenchie, roach & the swede are playing some intricate card game but wee john keeps losing deliberately to go back to his knitting

he’s making sweaters for all of them because Winter Is Coming & none of them have warm clothes

when a seagull lands on deck & refuses to stop pinching ed everyone knows who it is

he stays with them for about a week at a time & always comes back

they made a little nest in the sleeping quarters for him right next to roach & the swede

ed has permanently moved into stede’s room & they’ve made a new bed to fit three people for the nights iz wants some company

they also have room with the rest of the crew for the nights when they prefer to sleep alone.

 ed & fang go fishing almost everyday & after a couple weeks they don’t need to speak & just sit in comfortable silence

stede keeps training with iz, taking turns fighting zheng & jim

when ed returns one day with fang & sees stede beating all three of them he wants to fight him more than ever. their duel goes on for a long time, the bets placed by the crew reaching extreme heights. in the end stede knocks him down & disarms him. everyone, especially pete, lose their fucking minds

at night stede still reads them stories, sometimes new from recent books he’s gotten, but usually the now familiar fairy tales calm them down the most

sometimes stede, ed, iz, jim, archie, olu, zheng, lucius & pete go on date nights where they try different food, listen to music, sharing sweets

frenchie, wee john, fang & roach can often be seen sticking together, not really seeking any romantic or sexual relationship, but simply wanting companionship

when izzy’s unicorn hoof finally gives out he is absolutely heartbroken so of course the entire crew go out to find him the most durable materials to make him another one

they give it to him the next day & it’s decorated by stede, lucius & surprisingly zheng

wee john has also knitted him a leg warmer for whenever he needs a break from the prosthetic

iz obviously loses his shit when he sees it & totally doesn’t call them twats

then they all proceed to fall on top of him to engulf him in an annoyingly wet hug, ed & stede sneaking two kisses on his cheeks

they often have themed parties to make use of stede’s unending secret wardrobe

wee john, iz & jim rule these parties being the best drag queens & king

after a couple years they dock on a small, peaceful town. everyone immediately loves it there & that’s when stede & ed decide to retire

they use ed’s treasure to buy a large building & the whole crew work together to turn it into an inn

 they officially open ‘The Gentle Unicorn Inn’ (ed chose the name)

they also have a little tavern right next to it called ‘Jeff’s’ (they have a lot of fun whenever someone asks ‘who’s jeff?’)

ann & mary regularly pop by & drop off some antiques ann’s looted, for stede to either keep or even sell

every couple of months or so the crew visit for a few days & all of them have designated rooms in the inn

sometimes ed & stede close for a week or so to go on a little trip on the ‘revenge’ with the crew

izzy will go & stay with them more often than the rest of them & even though he doesn’t have his own room he has no problem staying at stede & ed’s

he always sleeps in the middle of their bed

#this is a mess #also completely unorganized #of course i wrote them in class #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #after s2 #stede bonnet #ed teach #izzy hands #gentlebeard #steddyhands #stizzy #edizzy #jim jimenez #ofmd oluwande #archie ofmd #zheng yi sao #wee john feeney #lucius spriggs #black pete #anne bonny #mary read #blackbeard #frenchie #fang ofmd #spanish jackie #the swede #auntie ofmd

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (3): Don't Leave Me Alone

chronology: chapter 1 chapter 2 interlude 1 chapter 3 interlude 2

a/n: well well well. here i am again. not as sad as interlude 2 i promise. i put them in chronologic order up top for all the new fans of this fic. focusing on gale and cass this chapter. i've appreciated all the screams in my ask box (i will explain anything about spook x bucky i've got going on in my head whenever you want, shoot me a dm) and will work on more interludes this weekend. keep the prompts coming! good a good mix of current & post war bucky x spook. love you guys and enjoy this longer one in celly of the finale.

Of all the places for them to bump into each other, no one should have been surprised it was in the base library. It was small and quiet and didn’t have the nicest lighting. But it had plenty of books on plenty of topics and very few people ever frequented it. Normally, it was her place to unwind and seek solace. Breathe in the scent of the worn bindings and get lost for a few hours. Cass wasn’t sure if John even knew it existed so it only made sense that this is where Gale would find her first.

Gale Cleven had been in communication with John Egan since their first day of basic training. Had watch him fly and crash on occasion. Watched him flirt and dance and take girls home. Only a few times had watched him give a piece of his heart and never once had he watched it go anywhere. When he had sent him the unicorn to pass along as an apology to a bar owner in Greenland, John had written one line at the end that made him more confused than the figurine had. A little note at the bottom: P.S. I think I’ve found my girl. 

Gale hadn’t known then, wouldn’t know for awhile, that Bucky had only seen her across the airfield when he had written that. Hadn’t even spoken a word to her. Had taken one look at the way every man on that base stopped and parted for her. One look at the way she navigated herself around the airfield while never looking up from the paper in front of her. John Egan had been gone like a freight train.

“Excuse me, Lieutenant Cooper?” She was in an armchair in the back of the library, curled up as much as her uniform would allow, thumbing through a book on Prussian history with two others opened and balancing precariously on either side of her and a stack of yet-to-be-read books piled on the floor. “I don’t mean to intrude. I just thought I’d introduce myself. Gale Cleven, friends call me Buck.” 

“My friends call me Cass.” She shook his hand as firmly as she could, her right arm in a sling. “You know, John has a whole thing planned for us to meet. He’ll be heartbroken.” Him and Cass had spent the night on a blanket in the flowers, just like she had wanted upon her return. He told her all about his best friend Buck and that introducing her to him was almost like her meeting his sisters or mother. Joked that she needed Buck’s approval before he could take her on another date.

“We can work on our story. Let him still have his moment.” Cass smiled and motioned for Gale to take the chair next to her. She placed a notecard between the pages to keep her place before giving him her full attention. 

“I’m sorry your first impression of me was when I got off that plane yesterday. I promise I’m not always that dramatic.” Gale laughed. The swelling in her eye had gone down slightly and there was color back to her cheeks. Maybe a couple of new bruises on her neck but he assumed his friend was more likely the culprit of those than the secret police.

“I barely noticed over the commotion of Bucky.”

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she noted shyly. All of a sudden her fingernails were much easier to look at than Buck’s gaze.

“I’ve known Bucky, John, a long time. You’ve enraptured him, Lieutenant.” Gale hadn’t expected such a reaction either. Bucky had always been somewhat impulsive, sure, but always with a personal gain in mind. Win the bet. Win the girl. Win the game. But yesterday had been near primal. A base instinct to protect. To put himself in between her and those who would do her harm. It had come as natural as breathing.

“Your word choice is inspiring, Major Cleven.” Her eyes twinkled. She knew.

“Has he serenaded you yet? Then you’ll really be inspired.” 

“I don’t know if that is what I would call it. I haven’t worked my way to that level of affection yet.” He thought back to the desperation in John’s voice when he called Cass’ name yesterday. Thought back to the venom that replaced it when someone got in the way of him reaching her. 

“I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.” She ducked away from his gaze again.

“Don’t tell him I’m telling you this, but I’m pretty enraptured by him, too.” Gale reached over and squeezed her hand, locking the secret between them, and stood up to let her get back to her reading and to find the book he had come here looking for in the first place. “Cass? I’ve got a favor to ask. It’s kind of a big one.”

“Something wrong, Buck?” 

“No. Just something that’s been on my mind since he left.” He mulled over the words for a moment. “He’s got a big heart. Does a good job at hiding it. I’ve been doing my best to protect it since the day I met him but if something happens to me up there…”

“You don’t even need to ask, Gale.” She would be his armor. Protect John Egan the way her soul had told her she should from the second she laid eyes on him. Had recognized the purity within him and felt the need to protect it. Cassandra Ann Cooper had been gone for John Egan the moment he stepped foot in England.

Gale nodded in appreciation. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” He walked to a shelf out of her sightline and Cass sighed deeply. She had faced down some scary people. But that interaction had her stomach in more knots than any of them. She had met, and talked to, and hadn’t made a fool of herself in front of, Major Gale Cleven. Cass smiled. John was going to be so happy when he found out.

----

The man in question was having a bit of a devious streak. Decided he was going to be early to pick up Cass instead of simply on time. Decided, after five minutes of waiting, that it had been too long since he last kissed her. Mary rolled her eyes when he came strolling in, thinking better of it when she opened her mouth to ask what he was up to. 

“Mary, I swear if Major Egan is early, tell him I’m not ready.” He smiled as he heard Cass answer his knock.

“Too late, Spook. Let me in so I can see whatever potions you're brewing to look so goddamn beautiful.”

“Are you calling me a witch?” Her voice was closer this time. John pressed his palm to the door where he imagined hers was.

“I miss your face,” he provided simply.

“I have curlers in my hair.” Her mother had never let her father see her with her curlers in. Even after thirty or so years of marriage. Told Cass it took away the allure of femininity. 

“Good. I’ve been imagining what you might look like in my bed in the morning-” He almost fell through the door when she opened it, her fist around his tie and all confidence choking off in his throat. 

“No remarks like that in the hallway where anyone can hear you.” Cass sat back down at her vanity for the finishing touches of mascara and powder. 

“Afraid they won’t find you so spooky anymore?” There weren’t too many artifacts of her life for him to look at. Photos of what she presumed were her parents and her siblings. A pile of letters with a return address in South Carolina. A jewelry box on top of her dresser.

“I don’t mind the nickname. I never had one growing up.” John stopped to admire her in the mirror as she pulled the curlers from her hair. He swallowed. It did look like he imagined she would be waking up next to him. How she would be after spending the night letting him worship her.

“Hey, wait on that for a second.” Cass put the tube of lipstick down and looked at him with a question across her brow. “Don’t want to mess it up when I kiss you.” She smiled and crooked her finger to beckon him forward, standing on her vanity chair as he got closer.

“So handsome,” she sighed as she took the opportunity of her newfound height to really take him in. She knows he would disagree but Cass found something ethereally beautiful about John Egan. The slope of his nose and the angles of his cheeks. The soft hair on his upper lip that she had found such joy in kissing. 

“I’m glad you think so.” He started with just a quick peck, enjoying the look of annoyance on her face. 

“That’s not worth holding up my lipstick application for.” John took that as a challenge. He felt guilty for only a second as he tangled his fingers into the curls at the back of her head and held her steady. John was trying to be mindful of the healing cut on her lip but she was pushing herself closer and closer and he had no choice but to give her more and more. It wasn’t slow. It was a spark spinning itself into a fire. An ember catching fire on all the things around it. He was a man starved for her oasis. She was a girl all too eager to tantalize him in the desert. 

John slid his arms to wrap tightly around her waist, lifting her against his body and turning so her back was against the wall. Instinctually, she wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped into his mouth at the sensation. “Fuck, Cass.” 

“John, we have to slow down.” She was enjoying his lips that had moved to her throat all much. Was so flushed with desire for him that beads of sweat were collecting in her collarbone. Cass unwrapped her legs from around his waist and John smiled with pride when her knees buckled ever so slightly. 

“You’re right. Do this the right way. The slow way.” He straightened his tie and bent down when Cass reached up to fix his hair.

“Doesn’t have to be slow forever. Sir.” She knew exactly what she was doing when she said it. Relished in the way it made his eyes darken with lust again immediately. “We’re going to be late to dinner. And I already made a literally bloody first impression with Gale.” 

“Come to think of it,” he noted as she expertly coated the red pigment around her lips, “it might’ve been more fun to try and kiss it off of you, Lieutenant.” 

“There’s always later.” 

He watched her hips sway to the Jeep, held her hand while he drove and smiled so wide it hurt when she slid across the bench and kissed his cheek. It all felt so normal. Felt like he was back home taking a girl to a movie and milkshakes on a Friday night. Felt like being with her was exactly where he was meant to be.

“Before you ask, no, we are not going back to the pub tonight.”

“Oh?” she asked as they drove right past. “Our memories from the other night incapable of being topped?”

“Just thought we would meet him somewhere nicer. This little bistro up the way a little bit.” 

“John Egan, are you nervous?” 

“Maybe.” She laughed but snuggled into his side. 

“It’s very sweet that you love Gale so much.”

“Don’t tell him. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” Cass thought back to her conversation with Gale in the library. About the mushy heart right behind the very ribcage her cheek was resting against. 

“You know, I’ve been told I’m good at keeping secrets.”

----

Gale watched from the window by the table as John’s Jeep pulled into view, smiling to himself as Cass held his friend’s and kissed him. Stayed close to whisper reassuring words and knock his nose against hers to seal the promise.

“Bucky you lucky son of a bitch,” he muttered. They held hands as they walked in and when she let go to shake Gale’s hand, firmer this time as the sling hadn’t gone with her dress, John had kept his hand on the small of her back. Looking back on it, Gale doesn’t think there was a moment the whole night they weren’t touching. 

“Cass, this is the best man I’ve ever met, Major Gale Cleven. But I call him Buck.”

“Gave everyone else no choice but to call me Buck, too.” John pulled her chair out for her and pushed it in, sitting straight as a rod in his own until her arm locked around his comfortably. He visibly relaxed and kissed her forehead when she offered it.

The conversation flowed smoothly, John none the wiser the two of them had already met. Buck had her giggled over stories of a younger Bucky, taking her back to their days when they were first learning to fly. She asked about Marge and John noticed the way her chin dropped into her hand and she watched Gale with adoration as he spoke about the woman he had loved since he was a child. And would love until the day they died. 

“She sounds absolutely lovely, Gale.” Cass reached across the table and squeezed his hand when his gaze turned melancholy for a moment. 

“If you’re crazy enough to see it through with this one,” his chin jutted towards John, “I’m sure you and Marge will be thick as thieves.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad of a guy,” he spoke around bites of his dinner.

“John, you’ve got a little…” Cass motioned to the corner of her mouth to signal a bit of sauce was lingering on his. Without even really thinking about it, she used the corner of her own cloth napkin to dab away the offense. 

“Better?”

“Perfect.” Gale could lose his stomach with the sweetness. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me to the powder room.” John stood as she left, watching her with a dazed smile on his face until Buck coughed.

“She’s something, Bucky. A real class act. Whip smart. Has you wrapped around her finger many times over.” John hummed around his sip of whiskey. 

“I’ll keep wrapping myself around it as long as she’ll have me.”

“Yeah? I should tell you she’s too good for you.” 

“You’d be right. I don’t deserve someone like her.” He swirled his glass pensively. “You know I love you and I love Marge and I love the little world you two build whenever you're together. I’ve always wanted that but kept getting in my own way. Chasing the immediate instead of being patient. Cass and I, it’s going fast because of this fucked world we live in. And I’m not getting in my own way because I’ve found a girl who won’t let me.”

“Watching you two, I think it’s real, John.”

“I think it is too,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’ve got to make it through this thing, Buck. I came here with nothing to lose but now I’ve got something I couldn’t stand to.” There was something desperate in his eyes. The same look Gale had seen yesterday when he was fighting the officer to reach Cass. 

“Feels nice to have someone to live for, doesn’t it?” he teased.

“Nice, scary, like I’m being mauled by Meatball.” They both laughed in spite of the truth. “You think she’s smitten with me?” Gale rolled his eyes.

“I do.” Bucky nodded.

“Good.” Cause he thinks he might love her. 

“Sorry for the prolonged departure.” She came back with a  smile, John standing and kissing her gently. “Major, I just reapplied that.”

“Couldn’t help myself.” Didn’t want to. 

He watched her and Gale banter back and forth the rest of the night with a smile on his face. Cass was the first girl he was introducing to his best friend, wished it was under better circumstances. Wished he had met her somewhere the threat of not making it to tomorrow didn’t exist. That he could court her properly and take her to the drive in and canoeing on the lake by his parents house and listen to a ballgame on the radio in the summer. Wished he had the courage to tell her and Buck that he was scared of losing them both. That he had been up there once and would back up a hundred times more if it meant they could live in a safer world. 

And one day, after all three of them had done their part to end this war, John will mention this dinner at Buck’s wedding. And Buck will mention it when John asks him to be their child’s Godfather. But they didn’t know what they would have to go through to get there. That John’s fear of losing them both will come true. And that he would almost lose himself in the process of getting them back.

#masters of the air #john egan #callum turner #mota #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan fanfiction #callum turner fanfiction #mota fanfiction #masters of the air fanfic #john egan fanfic #callum turner fanfic #mota fanfic

[romione-trope-fest]

Hufflepuff Tea (Search)Party

Fic Title: Hufflepuff Tea (Search)Party

Author Name: CowahBull

Selected Trope: OotP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Hufflepuffs are great advice-givers. They’re the best argument mediators. Find a Hufflepuff if you need to be told the brutally honest truth. A Hufflepuff will never purposely steer you wrong. Hufflepuffs are also excellent gossip-finders. It’s a well-known fact around Hogwarts that if you ever need to know what’s going on in the school, you find a Hufflepuff. This particular group of Hufflepuffs has their eyes set on the story around a certain pair of Gryffindor Prefects.

Word Count: 2859 Rating: G Trigger Warnings: None

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Attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible, Hannah and Susan exited the Room of Requirements to make their way back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Hannah ensured that her prefect badge was securely attached as they passed a small group of third-year Slytherins in the second-floor corridor. She watched them turn onto the staircase leading to the Great Hall.

“Did you see me hit Zacharias with that Stunner?” Susan was chatting happily as they passed the portrait of the bowl of fruit, which hid the entrance to the kitchen. “He didn’t even have a chance to Shield.” Susan gave a triumphant whoop, and Hannah hushed her while giggling herself.

“Ernie got me a couple times tonight,” Hannah admitted as they approached the entrance to the Common Room. “I’m going to need to practice my Shield Charm before the next meeting. Do you want to practice with me after we finish Snape’s Potions essay?”

“I have Flitwik’s essay after I’m finished with Potions,” said Susan, giving the second barrel to the right a hard knock, revealing the entrance to the nearly empty Hufflepuff Common Room. “We’ll have work on it later in the week.”

“Damn,” Hannah said, disappointed. “Yeah, we can do that.”

They found seats around the table in the corner and prepared to begin working on Snape’s Shrinking Solutions assignment; they were joined shortly after by Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie Macmillan.

“Guess who I just caught snogging behind that tapestry of the unicorn hunt,” whispered Ernie, relishing in the chance to share the latest gossip.

“Peeves and Sir Cadogen?” Susan teased, trying and failing to keep her focus on the schoolwork in front of her.

“Ginny Weasley and Michael Corner.” Ernie took his seat to Susan’s left and began pulling Snape’s essay from his bag. “Third couple I’ve caught back there this month.”

“People need to find another place to snog,” Hannah said, rolling her eyes. “I found Ancrum and Hurst back there yesterday.”

“Amatures,” scoffed Justin, “everyone knows about that spot. You’re guaranteed to be caught back there. Surprised Filch hasn’t permanently posted himself there overnight.”

Susan shared a mischievous look with Ernie before returning her attention to her parchment; she still needed to add another four inches on the importance of the full moon on ingredient harvesting.

Scratching quills and the rustle of papers filled the room, interrupted only by questions asked of neighbors and the occasional curses on Snape’s name.

“So, when did Weasley and Granger start dating?” mused Ernie as he flicked through the pages of his textbook.

"Wait!” Susan exclaimed, throwing down her quill, suddenly extremely invested in Ernie’s latest news. “I didn’t know they’re actually dating. Have you been withholding information from us?”

“Haven’t you seen them in the last few DA meetings?” continued Ernie. “They never stopped flirting that entire time.”

“I don’t think they even know they’re flirting,” Hannah argued.

“They were joking around a lot between their Stunning Spells,” Justin said disinterestedly. “I don’t think that means they’re dating, though.”

“I think Neville would have mentioned it if Ron and Hermione were together,” Hannah said, not looking up as she opened her copy of The Standard Book of Spells: Volume Five. “He shares a dorm with Ron, after all.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know,” argued Ernie.

“I really don’t think that’s enough evidence to prove that they’re together,” sighed Susan, returning her attention to the book in front of her.

“We can ask Longbottom tomorrow,” suggested Justin. “We have Herbology with Gryffindor in the afternoon. Hannah partners up with him whenever possible.” He gave Hannah a playful wink that she responded to with a rude gesture, her cheeks turning pink. Susan rolled her eyes and picked up her quill and a fresh piece of parchment. She had far too much homework tonight to debate the rumored love life between the two Gryffindor Prefects.

—

Greenhouse Six housed the tropical plants, making it the hottest classroom in the school. Susan and Hannah had already shed their outer robes and had pulled their hair into high buns on top of their heads when Professor Sprout charged the class to break into groups of three to take on the task of repotting Solanum melongena. Hannah was quick to claim Neville Longbottom as her and Susan’s partner.

Tucking into a station, Susan began prepping the new pot while Neville and Hannah set off on the task of calming the plant so it would allow them to uproot it without stinging them in the process. Susan eyed Weasley and Granger across the greenhouse as they began complimenting and stroking the plant sitting in front of them on the other end of the long work bench, with Potter to the left of them prepping a transfer pot.

"Wow, you have such beautiful leaves,” cooed Neville as he stroked the plumage. “Come on, dear, let’s have a look at those roots.” He gently lifted the leaves of their plant and extracted a small handful of dirt. The melongena twitched menacingly at his touch.

“Wonderful job,” Hannah said, reaching in to take a handful of dirt for herself. “So, Neville, we’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” She began to back away as a branch jerked at her.

“Now, now there’s no reason to be like that,” Neville scolded. “Hannah is just trying to help.” He didn’t take his eyes off the flower to which he was tending while addressing the girls, “What do you need to ask me?”

Susan leaned in close to him. “So what’s going on with them?” she gestured her head towards Weasley and Granger across the greenhouse, who were chatting happily with Potter.

Neville furrowed his brow. “Dean and Seamus?” he asked, barely lifting his eyes from the plant. “I’ve been wondering about them too…”

Susan stifled a laugh. “We all have.”

“Come on,” sighed Hannah, pulling a root from the pot. “You know exactly who we’re talking about.”

“Granger and Weasley,” Susan whispered. “When did they start dating?”

“I don’t think Hermione likes him like that,” Neville said, looking at them with mischief in his eyes. “Besides, isn’t Charlie a little old for her anyway?”

“Stop taking the piss, Longbottom,” added Susan, crossing her arms and glaring at Neville.

“Sorry, Susan.” Neville shrugged and returned his attention to the Solanum melongena, dodging to avoid being hit by one of its swinging vines. “I have no intelligence for you.”

–

That evening, Ernie was patrolling the west side of the castle, being sure to check behind every alcove and tapestry he passed. When he turned the corner to the third-floor staircase, he spotted a pair of Ravenclaws. Just who he was hoping to see.

“Michael, wait up,” he called, going up the stairs toward Michael Corner and Terry Boot.

The boys stopped as soon as Ernie reached them. “What’s up?” Michael asked.

“You’re still dating Ginny Weasley, right?”

Michael’s eyebrow cocked. “What’s it matter to you?“

“What’s the deal with her brother and Hermione Granger?”

“It’s not like we spend our time together talking about her brother’s love life.”

“So,” Ernie prodded further, “Ginny hasn’t said anything about their flirting during…” he looked over his shoulder. “–Er practice?”

“I’m not there to watch everyone else’s business,” Michael snapped. “I’m there to learn,” he added in a lowered voice.

“It did seem like Granger did hold his hand for a little longer than necessary when helping him up,” interjected Terry. “That’s hardly worth a fuss.”

“You could ask Lavender or Parvati,” shrugged Michael. “Do you think Hermione would have said anything to them?”

“I doubt it,” moaned Terry, appearing to be almost as interested in the rumors as Ernie. “Hermione doesn’t exactly seem like the ‘braiding each other’s hair and chatting’ type.”

Ernie considered their suggestions. “Hannah asked them before. No luck.” He turned to Michael. “His sister-”

“Yeah, I’ll ask Ginny what she knows.” He looked over Ernie’s shoulder suddenly and hitched his bag up his shoulder as Draco Malfoy and his usual posse came around the corner. “Better get out of here before he starts making trouble,” he added in a low tone.

They turned and walked away from each other before Malfoy could reach them. “No unauthorized meetings are allowed, Macmillan,” he sneered. “Ten points from Hufflepuff.”

Ernie scowled at the Slytherin gang and continued down the stairs. Making rude hand gestures when he was out of sight.

At the entrance to the Great Hall, Ernie found Hannah and Susan skipping toward him from the direction of the library, mischief in their eyes.

“Do you have any idea why Amanda Comstock would be in an empty classroom with Dexter Woodworth after curfew?”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

–

Justin jogged past a group of third-year Ravenclaw students waiting outside the Arithmancy classroom.

“Sally-Anne, wait up!” Just who he wanted to see. As he caught up to her, he leaned to whisper, “What’s this I’m hearing about Comstock and Woodworth?” He matched pace with her as they made their way to double transfiguration.

“What is it that you’re hearing?”

“Something about the Prefects’ bathroom…”

”No, that was Cedric and Cho last year.”

“Oh right,” Justin waved for her to go on. “A classroom?”

“Yes, a classroom.” Sally-Anne nodded. “I heard that Miss Maisy Blackmon was out on patrol when she heard rustling in Binn’s classroom.”

“NO!” Justin’s shout startled a pair of first-year Gryffindors walking past. “Old Binnsey’s room? I wouldn’t consider that the most romantic place.”

“He’s got a thing for troll riots, I guess,” Sally-Anne shrugged. “Anyway,” she continued, ”Maisy goes into the room expecting to find Peeves-”

“Were they making that much of a ruckus?”

Sally-Anne only looked at him before continuing. “She goes in and sees the two of them all tangled up against the professor’s desk.”

“Here, I thought she liked girls.”

“She likes hot people,” Sally-Anne shrugged. “Hey, what’s the news on Ron and Hermione?”

“The rumor mill is all over the place.”

“You think Granger is still seeing Victor Krum?”

“She’d be crazy not to.” Justin jumped to tap his hands against a discolored brick above his head. “He is internationally famous, after all.”

“But we have no solid evidence?”

“I’m convinced they’re dating.”

“Granger and Weasley?” He had her full attention now. Justin had to pull her robe sleeve to help her avoid walking right through a passing ghost. “You have evidence to back up that claim?”

“Ron and Hermione have been seen in each other’s company more than Potter’s for the last few weeks.”

“They were doing an awful lot of laughing during dinner yesterday,” Sally-Anne added.

“The flirting really is getting out of hand.”

“That’s couple behavior, if I’ve ever seen it,” said Sally-Anne, shaking her head and smiling. “I wonder when it happened.“

“I’ll let you know when I find out,” sighed Justin as they reached McGonagall’s classroom door. “Troll riots, you say?”

–

Professor Binns droned on in front of them as Ernie spent his time scribbling on a scrap piece of parchment.

Don’t look now. What’s Weasley doing?

Hannah stretched in her seat, stealing a peek behind her. The Gryffindors were seated at the bench a few yards away. Hermione sat scribbling furiously in her notes, giving Binns her undivided attention. Harry was asleep with his face in his hands and his glasses propped on top of his head. Ron had his eyes closed and his head resting–

Oh Merlin! How long has he been resting on her shoulder?

A WHILE!

Does she even notice?

She was looking at him with total heart-eyes earlier.

Ernie drew a stick person with giant hearts for eyes and big curls coming from her head.

Hannah nudged her elbow into Susan’s side, jolting her out of the sleepy trance into which she was slipping. At her confused look, she passed the parchment in front of her and signaled for Justin’s attention as well. They both sat and read the note intently before they both found themselves with sudden cricks in their necks that simply needed to be stretched out immediately.

Susan gasped but covered it up with a cough. Justin stole the paper and his quill.

So they are dating!! We need to figure out when

A head on her shoulder does not equal dating. I do that to Hannah all the time.

Ernie craned his head to read the note sitting between Hannah and Susan. He shot them a look that meant one thing: ‘You’ve got to be kidding me’. Taking the paper, he scrawled.

You didn’t see the heart-eyes. If they’re not dating now, they will by the end of term. I guarantee it!!

He tossed the paper back to the group with a look of pride. The bell rang, rousing everyone in class from their stupor. Ernie watched as Ron jolted up from Hermione’s arm, both blushing and refusing to look at each other.

–

Prefect patrol duties were really cutting into their study schedule. Hannah complained to Ernie about their course load as they aimlessly roamed the halls for the last hour before curfew.

“She’s a sadist,” she cried. “Who assigns a four-foot assignment on Shield Charms without including class practice time?”

“Maybe Harry will be able to go over it with us again on Monday.” Ernie pulled his magic coin from his pocket to confirm the date. “I need to get Justin back for that Stunner he sent to my face.”

“I’m going to ask Hermione if I can look at her notes for Arithmancy. Mine just don’t feel complete enough. And you know how strict Professor Vector can be about thoroughness. I don’t know how I’m going to finish those problems for her by class tomorrow.”

Hannah talked non-stop for three floors while Ernie halfheartedly looked inside every classroom they passed.

“Shh,” he said to Hannah before calling into the long, unused classroom. “It’s almost curfew; you better get back to your Common Room.”

A mop of red hair appeared from behind the teacher’s desk, pulling up a very embarrassed-looking girl.

“Weasley, please,” Ernie started. “I’m much too tired to deal with this tonight.”

“Not a problem at all,, my friend,” laughed Fred (or was it George?) as he reached into his pocket and pulled out two small packages. “How about we part ways here and pretend it never happened?”

He put the bags of Weasley Wizard Wheezes products into Ernie and Hannah’s hands before pulling an apologizing Angelina Johnson down the hall toward the Gryffindor Common Room.

“No detours!” Hannah called after them, but they were already gone.

“That has got to stop happening,” said Hannah as she pocketed her bribe. “I’m going to be able to start my own joke shop with everything hiding in my trunk.”

“We could just report them.” Ernie shrugged. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Continuing their patrol, they peered into classrooms and behind statues periodically but found nothing but cobwebs and dust.

“We should head back to the Common Room,” Hannah yawned. “Double Potions with Slytherin first thing tomorrow.”

Ernie yawned his agreement and opened the door for the second-floor corridor. Before she could get through the door behind him, he froze. At the bottom of the stairs were Ron and Hermione, on their own patrol. Hermione was laughing animatedly at the impression Ron was making of Umbridge, their fingers interlocked.

Hannah shut the door, and the two leaped an arm’s length apart, realizing they were not alone. “Good evening, Ernie. Evening Hannah,“ Hermione said nervously, her cheeks pink. Ron nodded but refused to make eye contact with either of them.

"Hello, Hermione,” Hannah said, her voice a little too polite. “Good evening, Ron.”

“Evening,” Ron said as he and Hermione began ascending the stairs.

Ernie seemed to have found his legs again and continued to descend, passing them in the middle. Hannah followed close behind, her mind buzzing but her face remaining as neutral as possible.

As both parties met on the staircase, Ron cleared his throat and spoke in a low tone. “Er Harry hasn’t sent the notice yet, but -er- it moved to Thursday after dinner.”

“Right,” Ernie said, nodding. “Thanks.” He gave a weak thumbs up before he and Hannah passed through the space the Gryffindor students had created between each other.

The moment they were around the corner and out of earshot, Hannah turned to Ernie, her eyes alight. ‘Oh my god’ they mouthed to each other before hurrying toward the ground floor.

Ernie scratched his knuckle from pounding on the barrel blocking the Hufflepuff Common Room, but he gave it no notice as he and Hannah went running up to the table where Susan and Justin sat, absorbed in their homework.

“Oh my gods, you will never guess who we just saw!”

#submission

[espressoristretto-patronum]

A/N: Hi! I'm kinda new in the Hogwart's legacy fandom and I've seen so many people sharing their MC and their stories and I just wanted to share mine too!

English is not my first language, and my blogger skills (?) are poor, so proceed with caution!

Meet my MC!

Name: Tori Lewis

Birthday: 14th June 1875

Birthplace: Turin, Italy

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian; pretty in the closet before going to Hogwarts, since she lived in a muggle world)

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Acaia wood, unicorn core, 11'' length, quite bendy flexibility

Patronus: Jack Russell Terrier

Quidditch position: Seeker; Imelda practically begged her to join the Hufflepuff team because "I need a good competition in order to improve myself!"

Some extra facts!

- Her name

Tori stands for Vittoria. Why Vittoria? Because she is half-British and half-Italian (from her mother's side) 🤌. I chose the name because I like to think that her parents thought about  Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom and King Vittorio Emanuele II of Italy, both sovereigns by the time of Tori's birth.

- Why Turin?

Because well, it's my birthplace! Also, Turin is a special city: it has a lot of esoteric story. In a few words, this city joins London and San Francisco to create the triangle of Black Magic, but also the triangle of White Magic too with Lyon and Prague.

Future

- Spouse: Poppy Sweeting (she IS wife)

- Career: Auror and Natty is her partner, they're thick as thieves and menace to their superior

I think that Poppy's mission is still saving beasts from poachers, so I headcanon she is a sort of mix of Auror and magizoologist (guys, I have no idea about careers in wizard world lol)

- Residence: Hogsmeade (I headcanon that since she is a Keeper, she doesn't want to live far away from Hogwarts, I'm also too in love with Hogsmeade)

My personal headcanons with future wife Poppy 💛

- Even if they're in the same house and same bedroom, Poppy had never spoken to Tori before their first Beasts Class together because the last was often away and Poppy herself is a night owl, visiting Highwing or studying beasts, etc.

- Poppy was also sure that the new fifth year will become like her schoolmates. Because sure, why the new cool, brave student will be friend with Peculiar Poppy? But fortunately Tori is such a good egg, kneazles can confirm.

- Tori decided to kneel in front of the Graphorn (because we're not a monster, right?) following Poppy's example. It was Poppy that waited patiently for the mother dragon to take its egg back. It was Poppy that put down her wand when centaurs came to her. And of course, you should show respect to an Hippogriff before approaching.

That's why she chose to kneel. The Graphorn has fought well, it deserved respect.

- Poppy felt in love first. Tori felt harder.

- Poppy doesn't need protection but loves how protective Tori is.

- Their love language is physical touch. Every single one. Surprise hugs from behind? Lovely! Forehead kiss? Adorable! Cuddles in the vivarium with beasts? The best!

- Should I really say it? Poppy is an adorable little spoon and love to be wrapped in Tori's arms.

- Tori is a golden retriever. Already from day one when Poppy asked to follow her in the forest.

- Tori feel like she could die because of Poppy's cuteness, often screaming "STOP BEING SO CUTE AND SO KISSABLE I CAN'T FOCUS"

- Poppy is a great cook, Tori isn't at all. But a few times she has tried to cook to cheer Poppy up. The result was messy but still edible and Poppy appreciated the efforts.

- They're bad dancers but they don't care, they're having fun

- I have a very sappy proposal headcanon.

Tori proposed to Poppy after a couple of months after graduation (lesbian couples move fast, okay?) and she decided to be extremely romantic.

She studied where and when to find Mooncalves' dance and saved the day on her calendar. When the day came, she took Poppy and flied on Highwing to the special place.

Poppy thought the surprise was the mooncalves' dance, instead she turned around and found Tori on her knees, with a ring in her hand. A very shining ring that a selvatic niffler has tried to steal before Poppy could say yes, jumping from a bush the moment the ring sparkled under the moonlight. The little beast had caused little chaos but fortunately they catched it before was too late. With the retrieved ring in one hand, and the beast thief in the other, Tori asked grinning "do you still want to marry meee?"

I've surely more facts and headcanons for my MC, but I think this post is already long enough!

Anddd that was my MC! If you've read so far, thank you so much!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #poppy sweeting x mc

[4izawas]

How about a Shou-nya fic, where the reader is having a movie night with izuku and eri, and shouta comes back from the grocery store(he went to buy the apple cookies/candies that eri loves) with another hybrid under his arms, and is like, "meet my son, Hitoshi-" ✨️[ while reading the last one, I thought Eri's brother would be Shinso, was quite surprised to find Izuku as the brother instead. I love izuku but, I need my purple head son in the scene.😭]

sorry this took ages, been working on kinktober chcbrjcj but i wrote it all at once so have at it <3

“do you think unicorns exist in other worlds, maybe?” eri asks quietly, curled up against your belly and chest on the big couch while hugging her tail and gazing at the brightly flashing lights from the tv screen as the object in question quietly walked through the woods. rubbing her ears gently and drawing a stuttery purr ( she was still learning! ) you chuckle softly. 

“i don��t see why not,” you reply gently, and she giggles excitedly. 

“i hope i have one in another world, they’re so pretty,” she sighs, her eyes drooping a little as she grows more and more tired. her brother, curled up behind you, is already dozing and on the verge of sliding into a deeper sleep — something you wished eri could follow suit with when it came to bedtimes. that being said, you’d not regretted bringing the two home a single time, and they’d more than made a home for themselves in your and shouta’s hearts. shouta, despite trying to keep up the grumpy old man exterior you were so fond of, was obsessed with the two and hardly let them out of his sight. he had no problem with eri following him everywhere and demanding to be carried or izuku asking endless questions, no problem sharing his nap spots with them and making larger meals when it was his turn to cook and sacrificing all of his personal time to pay attention to them. he was perfect — and while at first you’d worried that maybe he would grow tired of it after living such a quiet, lazy life, he’d shown too much mild-mannered excitement to really convince you that that had happened. he enjoyed the two living with you both, and you were more than happy with your decision once the misunderstanding he had initially had had cleared up. 

eri yawns hard and nuzzles into you, seeking out the natural warmth your body would provide her despite the many blankets you and shouta kept on the couch for the two kittens to roll around on and nest in. as she begins to fall asleep, you sneakily take your cellphone and begin searching amazon for the best unicorn plushies you can find, knowing exactly what the little girl would like best after the last year and a half with her. she’d say she liked anything you got her, but she’d be especially obsessed if the toy’s mane was light blue, and that’s what you would find her. while searching, you glance at the time and nibble at your lip nervously. 

shouta should have been home at least two hours ago. 

you’d trusted him to go out and get some snacks for the four of you as well as pick up the food you’d ordered for dinner; while you’d both been cooking more at home with two little mouths to feed, tonight was friday, and the two always got to pick on fridays whether they wanted to order out or cook at home. he’d gone out at a little past five and should have been back around six or six-thirty, but it was almost eight and you were getting nervous and the kids were getting hungry, so you made them both popcorn and put on a couple movies. 

what could have happened? it wasn’t abnormal for families to have hybrids do some chores, not since they’d gained a few more freedoms in 2019, so no one would question shouta being there or give him a hard time over it — and same with the fast food place. he had his identification card with all of your info and his on it, he had more than enough money for everything, he was fully clothed and spoke well, so he should have been home with no issues — and yet here you were, and here he was not. 

you were almost ready to wake izuku and tell him to keep an eye on his sister while you went out to look for shouta ( although in a way that wouldn’t worry the two ) when you hear the door unlock and open. the smell of the food you’d ordered slowly begins to enter the house, and a gruff, “‘m home,” from shouta in the entry hall makes you relax. 

“if you ever go that long without updating me when you’re gonna run late, i’m gonna kick your ass,” you sigh, knowing he can hear you. you hear him chuckle lightly in the kitchen, and you roll your eyes as eri and izuku both start to stir from the smell of food hitting them. 

blinking awake tiredly, eri’s eyes brighten when the smell fully reaches her. “food!” she squeaks excitedly, wiggling out of your grip. “and sho! food ‘nd sho!”

izuku also abandons you on the couch with an excited noise, and you sigh through a smile before following their swinging tails to the kitchen where you could hear shouta unpacking everything. the slightly scared gasp that follows eri when she reaches the door to the kitchen, however, has you on alert and you rush over, scooping her up into your arms where she clings to you. 

“i have acquired a child,” you hear shouta rumble, and you let out a disbelieving noise. 

“shouta, what the fuck does that mean?!” you ask wildly, and you peer into the kitchen only for your eyes to widen. 

behind shouta was a purple-haired kitten that looked to be around izuku’s age, and he looked absolutely terrified. of what, you were unsure, but hopefully you could help him — shouta wouldn’t bring him home without such an intent in mind.  

“he’s purple,” eri whispers from her place in your arms, and you nod slightly. 

“yes… he is…” you answer slowly, never taking your eyes off of him. izuku moves to go in, and the other boy lets out a frightened hiss, his own fluffy tail shooting up and izuku racing to move behind you. never tearing your eyes from the new boy, you notice how he does the same with shouta, his little fluffy head peeking out from behind the eldest hybrid, and your heart aches. 

god, he’s a mess. sticks and debris in his hair, cuts and scrapes and dirt all over, no shoes and shredded old clothes — he had to be a stray of some kind. 

“he’s ours now,” shouta says simply, returning to unbagging the food. there’s extra there, likely for the new kitten he’s brought home, and you watch as he flicks the boy in the face with his thick tail and the kittenboy relaxes a little before making your way into the kitchen as well. he puffs up again, eyes filling with slight panic, but you pay it no mind and sit eri on her chair before coaxing her brother into the kitchen as well. 

“come on, izuku, it’s time to eat,” you say softly, but he’s too busy glancing worriedly between the boy and his chair to do so. 

“he won’t do anything, kit,” shouta rumbles lowly, “y’just startled him — come eat your dinner. i know you’re hungry.”

“i am!” eri squeals excitedly, kicking her legs in her chair and grinning when shouta gives her her plate. she starts eating immediately and wiggles happily in her seat. 

izuku, trusting shouta implicitly, quietly squeezes into the kitchen and into his seat, thanking shouta softly when given his own plate and receiving a nod in return. he starts eating as well, and your eyes lock with shouta’s and he asks you a silent question that you answer with a glance to the kitten hybrid behind him ( who’s looking at the other children eating with confusion ), and he sets to making the young boy his own plate as well. 

“here,” he grunts, “eat up.”

the boy is quiet for a long time, staring wistfully at the food but avoiding it as if it were a trap. “they haven’t eaten yet,” he mumbles, glancing at you as he says it, and you and shouta share another look before you take the plate from shouta’s hands and gently set it on the table in front of the boy, not wanting to startle him. 

“you can eat before me, sweetheart,” you say softly, your voice kind. “no one will be angry with you.”

“but — but humans are supposed to eat first!” he argues quietly, as if the thought of him eating before a human was absurd, before he realizes what he’d done and cowers back a little. “i’m sorry-!”

you swallow hard. god, you and shouta were gonna be in for it with this one. 

“eat dinner, sweet boy,” you say softly, trying your best to coax him back to you. “we all eat together here — eri and izuku are just really hungry, that’s why they’re eating already.”

“yeah, we waited forever!” eri says brightly through a mouthful of rice.

“don’t talk with your mouth full,” shouta scolds gently, and she giggles around it and goes back to eating happily. you move to stand beside him and begin taking out the groceries to put them away, and when you turn your back to put up some ice cream you’re pleased to hear a chair scoot a little and someone quietly begin eating. you know it’s the boy when shouta quietly prises him, and when you turn around and see him wolfing down the food, you sigh. 

it was going to be a long night for you two, it seemed. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x you #aizawa shouta x you #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #shou_nya.♡ #shouta.♡ #if u want a continuation of shinsou content just ask <33

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: First Date + First Kiss (Part One)

Headcanons for what I think the characters would do for a first date, and how I think the first kiss would go. - Part One

Part Two (Fanboy, Bob, Coyote and Phoenix)

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader; Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader; Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader; and Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Reader - All GN!Readers

Warnings: Kissing, if it wasn't obvious lol. Nothing else I can think of.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin:

First Date:

You would think Jake would be a classic romantic and go with a romantic candle lit dinner.

But actually, for your first date, you would have a nice, casual early dinner at a cute cafe at first.

The table was outside on cute deck, where you had a nice view of the beach. You'd spend the time sharing stories and talking about places you had traveled to and places you wanted to see.

Jake would hint that he had something else planned for later, but would not tell you what.

After you were done eating, the two of you walked along the beach, where he was purposefully leading you somewhere.

Surprise! Horse-riding along the beach at sunset!

If you had never ridden a horse, he helped you to mount and get comfortable with the reigns.

If you were already comfortable riding, he would bombard you with questions about how and why.

It was a slow and nice ride down the beach, the sunset casting red and oranges along the water.

The whole date would feel straight out of a romance novel.

He would often ride close beside you, and your legs would often brush lightly together (yes, this was on purpose)

When the sun was set, and the date was over, he would drive you home.

As much as he would love to kiss you after the first date, he did not. And instead settled for a kiss on the back of your hand.

First Kiss:

The first kiss came after the second date.

Which was now, the romantic candlelit dinner.

At the front door when he drops you off, you have a short conversation about how much you are enjoying your time together.

There is obvious tension between you, both of you feeling the same anticipation.

He is cocky and flirty, and slowly gets closer and closer to you the more he talks.

You are leaning against the doorway as he does this.

Finally, when he is only a couple inches away, his eyes flick down to your lips, and he slowly closes the space between you.

The first kiss is slow yet passionate, lasting about a minute, in which you had to break away to breath.

He would toy with the idea of inviting himself in, but would not. Instead promising you a third date soon, which would also trigger the beginning of your actual, long-lasting relationship.

-----

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw:

First Date:

Bradley is not one for boring dinner dates.

So, he drives you out to a carnival/fair to spend the day having fun.

You cannot walk past a carnival game without trying it out.

Needless to say, by the end of the date you have way too many stuffed prizes.

You tried a variety of fair foods, and made bets with each other for who wins and who loses games. The losers had to eat the weirdest foods you could find. There were a lot of pickled and fried foods eaten that day.

He would try and drag you onto the scariest looking rides, and you would force him to ride the more mundane ones.

Seeing him riding the bright pink unicorn on the carousel was your favorite moment, and you definitely got a picture.

On the teacups, he purposefully spun the cups as fast as he could - no only to make you freak out and get dizzy, but mostly to make you cling on to him.

You spent the whole day laughing and having fun, and by the time the sun started to set, you were exhausted in the best possible way.

First Kiss:

As goofy and fun as he is, Bradley is a romantic, and he has always had a desire to kiss someone at the top of a Ferris Wheel.

So, the last thing the two of you did on your carnival date, was the Ferris Wheel.

He sat in the seat beside you, rather than across. He laid his arm across your shoulders, so you were close to him.

You knew about the romantic trope of a kiss at the top of the Ferris Wheel, and were anticipating whether of not it would happen, and hoping it definitley would.

When the Ferris Wheel stopped with you at the top, you admired the scene around you, all the while, Bradley's eyes were on you.

When you caught his gaze and he smiled, you felt butterflies erupt, sending a shiver through your whole body.

You knew he was going to kiss you.

When he did, he cupped your chin in his hands and leaned into you.

The kiss lasted until the Ferris Wheel started moving again.

When you broke apart, you were both smiling like idiots, foreheads still pressed together.

Bradley insisted on one more trip around on the Ferris Wheel, just so he could kiss you again.

-----

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell:

First Date:

For your first date with Pete, he would take you on a ride on his motorcycle, to a nice little restaurant out of town.

He had discovered it when he went on a ride, and knew you would like it.

It was a small place, very few people there, and all of them were nice, and complemented you on being a cute couple.

There was a jukebox in the corner, that he would queue up a bunch of songs on, many he knew you liked.

When you were done eating, he "forced" you to dance with him. Meaning he took your hand and lead you to the empty dance-floor, with a wide and enticing smile.

You danced to a couple of songs, talking and gazing into each others eyes the whole time.

When the sun began to set, you would leave the restaurant and drive to a nearby peak.

You sat on the edge, legs dangling over, the beach view below you paired with the sunset.

You didn't leave until the sun had disappeared. He gave you his jacket to wear during the drive back, knowing it would be a lot colder now that it was dark.

By the time you got home, it was late. He jokingly asked if you were going to invite him inside. You didn't, but he left with a quick kiss to your cheek.

First Kiss:

Your first kiss didn't happen on an official second date, but after you decided to meet up at the beach.

He told you about his day, his training, and how much he loved flying. You told him your goals, and all the places you wanted to see.

Eventually, your conversation become more playful and joking, even more so when you found an abandoned football.

You tossed it to each other a few times as you continued to talk and tease each other.

After you caught the ball, and you teased him for having a weak throw, he began to chase you.

Tackling you (softly) to the ground, you were left giggling, and he was watching you with an adoring smile.

When you locked eyes, lying in the sand, he would reach over and brush some sand off your face.

Then, quicker than you were expecting, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

When he broke away, he apologized, saying he just felt the overwhelming urge to kiss you.

You smiled and told him it was alright, you felt it too.

Pleased with this, he asked if he could kiss you again, to which you obviously said yes.

------

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

First Date:

Your first date with Tom would be at his place, where he would cook you dinner himself.

He'd allow you to help, chopping, stirring, taste-testing, but he mainly cooked the dish himself. Wanting not only to impress you, but to "sweep you off your feet".

You bonded over favorite dishes and foods, also judging (in a playful way) each others likes and dislikes of certain cuisine.

There was a small food fight at one point, which only included the remnants of vegetables as you made the salad.

The whole date felt very domestic and soft, but you were already so comfortable with Tom that there was nothing awkward about it. You could only describe it as feeling "right".

The two of you are dinner out on his deck/balcony. Sitting together well after you were done eating, and the sun had set long before.

When it got late, and it was time for you to leave, you were both silently disappointed.

You left, giving him a kiss on the cheek. And he said goodbye with a promise of another date soon.

First Kiss:

The first kiss between you and Tom did happen during your second date.

This time, you went out to eat at a fun restaurant/bar, where there was singing and dancing.

You spent a lot of time laughing and talking, eating, and playing bar games.

Later in the night, the crowd died down and the loud music turned into softer more romantic music.

You and Tom danced together for a while, heads gently touching as you swayed, eyes closed.

After a few songs, he pulled you closer and told you how much he loved being around you.

He would try to keep his eyes from flicking to your lips, but failed miserably when you noticed he did it every few seconds.

Eventually the tension was too much, and you had a moment when your eyes met, and you knew you both wanted to kiss.

He would inch slower closer, his lips brushing yours gently, before he initiated the full kiss.

It was slow and passionate, and he brought both his hands to your face as he deepened the kiss.

You were both too caught up in each other to remember you were in public.

When the song ended, you two left the dance floor and the bar, hand in hand, and happier than ever.

xx End xx

Hope you enjoyed! I already have the second part with the other characters outlined, so it should be out soon! (It will be linked at the top when it is posted)

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Top Gun Taglist: @malindacath, @hotch-meeeeeuppppp, @sarcastic-sourwolf, @stargirl-05, @persephonesportal, @springflwer07, @pockyandme

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[faithsbrightideas]

Oddly Enough- Part 4

Xavier x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of severed organs and body parts… idk what else

Summary: Y/n asks Xavier to the Rave’N and being so annoyed with her sisters antics she asks Tyler for her. Xavier calls off going to the dance with her, not knowing she disagrees with Wednesday about him being the monster.

I DO NOT OWN WEDNESDAY THIS IS JUST A MINOR TWIST ON THE. MAIN STORY LINE

Sorry this has taken me so long, December is a wild month for me. Holidays, then my birthday, then New Years! I hope everyone has remained safe! I hope you all have an amazing 2023! Also if anyone has any requests for Wednesday, I’m more than open to doing them!

Dr. Kinbott tells us that we should get out more and open our minds up to new experiences. Who are we to argue with her professional cliches? We needed to examine the monsters other victims, so we sent Thing into the morgue to cover the cameras and open the door. Wednesday and I slipped in.

"While Y/n and I do the autopsy, you find the files of the other monster victims and make copies," Wednesday ordered Thing.

He wasn't too happy with that, "Don't pout. Your scalpel skills are questionable."

He came over to defend himself while Wednesday unrolled the autopsy supplies, but I continued, "Do you remember when Uncle Fester gave us that cadaver on our 13th birthday? You sliced right through that man's carotid."

He gave up and went to find the files. Wednesday and I went to find the latest victim and started opening the freezer doors which contained the bodies.

"No," Wednesday inhaled, "Magnificent hematoma."

"Here!" I said finally finding our victim.

"Thursday, 7:23 PM. The body is that of a 50 year old male. Lacerations and defensive wounds appear on both hands. What remains of the chest and torso indicates a frenzied attack. Subject has been almost entirely disemboweled," I said into a recorder, Wednesday silently pointed to the mans foot, which was missing, so I added it to the information I've already collected, "It appears to have been chewed off at the ankle."

Thing frantically ran in, Wednesday asked, "Have you seen a left foot anywhere?"

He said no and began signing that someone was coming.

"Who?" I asked.

Officer Galpin and the Doctor who has been performing the autopsies. We needed to hide and there was only one place to hide, inside the freezers.

"Comfy," I mumbled.

Muffled voices came down the hall and the doors opened shortly after.

"Whatever or whoever is responsible for these killings, I've never seen injuries like this," The doctor said, "I thought you should see this before i issued my report on the latest victim. The killer cut off two toes from the victims left foot. Best guess they use a surgical saw. Final autopsy report still pending."

"The minute you're done, send it straight to my desk. Media blackout on the toes," Galpin said.

"Sure thing, sheriff," Doc said, "Been a busy last couple of weeks, eh? At least I'm going out in style, Friday is my last day."

"Happy retirement, Doc," Galpin said.

"See yourself out, I'll lock up,"

Just then I heard footsteps go over to where wednesday was and pull her out, "Full rigor, guessing you've been dead a while, hope you don't mind waiting another day for me to cut you open." And then he left.

The door opened and I sighed disappointed, "Five more minutes."

"Yeah, we were just getting comfortable," Wednesday shouted from where she was.

When we finally decided it was time to leave, more so Thing was constantly hounding us, we went back to our dorm and the next morning made a collage of information so that we could analyze it.

"When I suggested you two decorate your side of the room, I didn't have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mind," Enid cringed as she saw our board.

"Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection," I said looking over my shoulder.

"Is this why you snuck out last night?"

"We may have paid a visit to the county morgue," Wednesday shrugged.

"Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement, I don't even know where to begin," her blue eyes scrunched almost shut.

"We need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. We've already made a big discovery," I smirked at Enid, "All of the victims have had body parts surgically removed. The first one a kidney, the second finger, third gallbladder, and the man from the meeting house two toes."

As I spoke Wednesday handed Enid the papers, showing her the severed body parts. Enid tried to communicate, turning pale.

"Do you understand what this means? Those murders aren't mindless, he's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's impressive, actually," We turned around after hearing a thud, Enid's body lay unconscious. I sighed at looked at the other two occupying the room. Thing raised his thumb in what I'd best describe as a shrug.

"Thing, fetch the smelling salts... Again."

After we go to Enid awake and conscious we headed off to class. Today wasn't a day I felt like sitting next to Xavier, as we were the last two to arrive, yet again, I sat behind him. Wednesday huffed and sat next to him. Earning a confused look from Xavier. Ms Thornhill went on about "sexual carnivorous plants", I ignored what she was saying. Intensely watching Xavier, I saw him wince. Furrowing my brows and making subtle eye contact with my sister, she was suspicious.

"I hurt my back fencing," Xavier shrugged.

I heard Bianca speak up, making everyone laugh after making a jab at males not receiving any after the Rave'N dance.

"Okay, I know you're all excited about this weekend, but I still need volunteers for the decorating committee," Ms Thornhill said and hands spiked up.

"What, you two aren't going?" Xavier asked turning around, looking between me and Wednesday, "Aren't you excited about disco balls and spiked punch. There's even a DJ."

"I'd rather poke needles in my eyes," Wednesday side eyed him, still watching him like a hawk.

"I don't dance. Besides, sounds like every peppy girls dream, do I look peppy to you?" I deadpanned.

"Or... you two could invite someone and have a little fun," Xavier said bending down to put his sketchbook in his bag.

My eyes widened seeing a big scratch on his neck. I looked over at Wednesday who shook her head not to say anything. I felt an urge to lean forward and heal it, but I also felt a pit in my stomach, could she be right? Is Xavier a monster? Or worse, a killer?

Later Wednesday suggested we follow him, which is exactly what we did, into the woods where he went into an old shed type building.

"What is that place?" I whispered from behind a tree.

"Maybe that's where he has the victims body parts," Wednesday whispered back.

After a while Xavier came out of the building and began to walk back down the path.

"Wednesday, I'm still not convinced its him," I snapped.

"We need to do this. Xavier didn't get those scratches from fencing," Wednesday snapped back, Thing resting on her shoulder.

"Well on the flipside his art does come to life, we've both seen it," I sighed as she started walking towards the shed.

I exhaled sharply through my nose, looked around and ran in after her.

"An art shed, how suspicious," Sarcastically stating, I pulled the string, illuminating all the art he had around his shed.

My jaw about hit the floor, "No."

"I suppose every artist needs a muse," Wednesday said raising a brow at me, snatching a couple drawings from the paint covered stool, "Xavier, you just became that much more interesting."

I pulled the string and followed Wednesday out, but not before sprain one last glance at the art. This sure doesn't look good for Xavier, not myself either because I'm vouching for him. Idiot.

We started walking down the path, "Y/n! Wednesday!"

I snapped my head and Xavier came into view, he walked from behind the building.

"What're you guys doing here?"

"We saw you come out this way. What is this place?" I asked.

"It's kind of my private art studio. I cleared it out, fixed it up, so Weems let me use it," Xavier explained uncomfortably.

"How very entrepreneurial. I would love to see inside. Give us a tour?" Wednesday pushed.

"Not right now it's a total mess. Maybe another time. Why are you looking for me?" He asked narrowing this eyes at us.

"Y/n wanted to ask for your help on Miss Thornhills homework assignment," Wednesday said grabbing my arm and pushing me towards Xavier.

"How subtle,"I grumbled.

"She didn't give us homework. Remember? Is this about a certain dance that makes you want to poke needles in your eyes?" He teased, a large smile spreading over his face, "I'm all ears."

Wednesday nudged me and gave me a look. The look said this was an opportunity to cover for us being here, as much as I didn't want to do this, at least not for this reason. But this is our chance to get up close and personal with a potential serial killer.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

"Absolutely," his smile, as adorable as it was, made me want to punch him.

"Would you... consider..." My voice caught in my throat,  I knew he would say yes, but like I said... I didn't want to do it under these circumstances, " Would you possibly consider going to the Rave'N dance with a certain- Will you go to the Rave'N's dance with me?"

"Yes, Y/n, I would love to go to the dance with you," He smiled, "I thought you'd never ask."

I felt like I was going to vomit, I gave him a small smile and turned to walk away. His face echoing in my head, there's something were missing, I know there is. Once we were back in our dorm Wednesday began to ramble.

"This is perfect, now you can get up close and personal with him, find out so much more because you're going to the dance with him, and because he likes you!"

"Wait... Y/n is going to the dance?!" Enid squealed, "With who?"

"Xavier," I crossed my arms, still feeling sour.

"OMG! You need a dress!"

"I have a dress," I squinted.

"Yuck! No! Absolutely not! You're going to have a real dress, we're going to make everyone's heads turn!"  She squealed, yet again, and drug us to Jericho.

We were in front of a pink flowered covered clothing shop, "The committee suggested we should wear all white, but that's just not gonna fly with us."

"We have more pressing business," Wednesday walked up next to me.

"I don't even want to attend the dance," I glared at the shop.

"But I thought we were bonding?" Enid sadly gave us her big blue eyes.

"We will only slow you down," Wednesday said.

"You're a gazelle, I'm a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and run with the pack," I said tilting my head to her friends, including Ajax, going into the store.

With that she ran into the shop and we went on our way. Thing tapped on my shoulder, pointing, as we passed Uriahs Heap.

"We're going to see Galpin, we don't-," I was caught off guard with the most beautiful black dress in the window.

We heard a chime of a door opening and turned our heads to see Dr Kinbott, "Hi Y/n! Hi Wednesday! That dress would really turn some heads!"

"Are you collecting more exotic trinkets for your office?" I asked.

"I collect them from my travels. That's how I step outside of my comfort zone. Speaking of which, are you two going to the Rave'Ns dance this weekend?" She pressed.

"We're not required to talk about it in the wild, are we?" Wednesday asked.

"Well I look forward to hearing about it at our next session," she smiled.

We both turned and walked away.

"Well only one of us is going," I mumbled.

We eventually made it to the police station to talk to officer Galpin. She pulled Xavier's drawing she stole earlier out of her pocket and placed it on the officers desk.

"We both know that there's a monster out there, so I suggest we put our differences aside and work together," I spoke.

"And this is your stake for me to deal you both in," he sighed examining the drawing and a photo, "I'm sorry but this is not enough evidence for me, but you got some nice detail though."

"We didn't draw it," Wednesday said taking the picture back.

"Well I need to know who did," Officer Galpin said aggressively.

"Unless we're exchanging intel we're not at Liberty to say," I said.

"Why would I share information about an ongoing murder investigation with a couple of high school kids?"

"Because we go to Nevermore and you don't, don't you want some eyes and ears behind those ivy covered walls?" I asked.

"Listen, Velma, why don't you and your Scooby gang stick to your homework and leave this to the professionals?" He stopped as the phone rang.

We both turned to leave.

"Hey Addams," we turned around, "lemme see that sketch again. The person who drew this, is that your suspect?"

Wednesday nodded. I looked down at the floor. I rarely disagree with my sister, but today is one of those days.

"Get me some concrete evidence. Then we will talk," he said and we left.

We were walking towards the Weathervane from the Police Department and I was quite frustrated, "Wednesday, you're tunneling."

"You saw all of that evidence, Y/n. Don't let your feelings cloud your judgment, you're better than that," She snapped.

Rounding a corner, I opened my mouth to argue back, but a familiar voice interrupted me.

"Woah, you two don't look happy. What trouble are you two in now?" Tyler said smiling between the two of us.

"Your father's in particularly frustrating form today. Avoid!" Wednesday said tight lining her lips.

"You're not exactly guillotines and cemeteries either," I mumbled crossing my arms as Tyler looked between the two of us.

"You guys have the Rave’N coming up this weekend right?"

"We must be the only two not obsessed with this stupid dance," Wednesday rolled her eyes.

"So you two aren't going?"

"Actually, Y/n was forced to ask someone as an act of self preservation," Wednesday raised a brow.

"Sure, that happens... I guess," He said confused, "So who is it?"

"Xavier," I said as if it doesn't matter.

He nodded in understanding, a sad look crossed his face, looking at Wednesday almost hopeful,  "And you?"

I smirked and budged in, "Actually, I really didn't want to go without my sister, she's just being a little shy today, but she was planning on asking you."

Tylers face lit up, "Really?"

I could practically see the steam coming out of every hole in her head. Karmas a bitch… and today, my name is karma.

"Yeah," She looked at him, I knew she'd never hurt him, purposefully that is.

I smirked, "Great. We will see you this weekend. Come on Wednes, we have a club meeting to get to."

I walked away, almost a skip in my step. To the Hive we go!

"Enid wouldn't let us keep these in our dorm," I said pinning up our evidence.

"That's okay," He smiled, "I'm assuming this is the monster roaming the woods?"

"You’ve heard of it?" I asked.

"Mr Fizz said it was a bear but i knew that wasn't true, doesn't match their hibernation schedules," he explained, "Speaking of monsters with sharp claws, can you give this to your roomie? Put in a good word for me, I heard she still needs a date to the Rave'N."

He handed me a jar of honey, I raised a brow at him.

"Eugene!" Wednesday reprimanded.

"I know the chances of her asking are just next to zero, but I don't care. I'll keep putting myself out there until Enid finally... sees me," He explains.  

I felt bad, Eugene was such a sweetheart, Wednesday agreed, but she'd never admit it.

"And if she doesn't?" Wednesday asked.

"She will, I'm playing the long game. My mom says people will appreciate me when I'm older. I know they're probably just trying to make me feel better, but-"

"Listen people like the three of us are different. We are original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don't need these inane rights of passage to validate who we are,” I interrupted.

“So you two aren’t going to the Rave’N either?” He excitedly smiled.

Guilt rested in the pit of my stomach as Wednesday answered him, “Actually, we are.”

“It was an unfortunate set of circumstances. These sketches are the closest thing we have to a lead to try and stop this thing,” I explained hoping to make him feel better.

“That circle…” He examined one of the photos, “I think I know where that is.”

“Show us!” I demanded.

Eugene brought us into the woods, about a mile away from Nevermore. A circular cave came into view, looking like something out of a horror movie.

“Well this isn’t so subtle,” I mumbled, “How did you find this place? It’s definitely a match.”

“I was collecting specimen. This place is ground zero for horny gypsy moths,” He smiled proud of his knowledge, and probably for helping us find this place.

“Lets go check it out,” Walking forward to the entrance, the other two following me.

“I don’t do well in enclosed spaces, I’m claustrophobic,” Eugene explained, “Do you think its in there?”

“No, but if you hear us screaming bloody murder, there’s a good chance were just enjoying ourselves,” I walked into the cave, Wednesday following.

Eugene followed hesitantly.

“This is definitely its lair,” Wednesday said shining her flashlight.

There was a bad odor permeating the entire cave, nothing too bad to make us leave, just nothing pleasant, no surprise though.

“Are those human?” Eugene panicked.

I examined a skull, “No, more so a taste for venison.”

I grabbed my own flashlight and when I turned it on a pair of chained cuffs were connected to the wall, surrounded by scratches, “Interesting.”

They both came over to see what had caught my attention, while they looked at the cuffs my attention drew to a broken claw stuck in the wall, “Uno out.”

Wednesday says Yahtzee and I say Uno Out… it was a couple of code words from when we were kids.

“What is that?” Eugene asked.

“Proof,” I said putting it into a ziplock.

Now I could prove Xaviers innocents.

Wednesday suggested we went back to Xavier’s shed and find something with his DNA on it to compare. As much as I didn’t want to, it was the only way to prove that he wasn’t the monster. Sending Eugene back to Nevermore we made our way to the shed.

I opened the door and pulled out another ziplock, “We wont be long Thing, we just have to find something to match the claws DNA.”

We went in and I immediately saw the art work again, although he was so incredibly talented, I knew something was off. How could he be so obsessed with the monster? How does he even know what it looks like?

“Found something,” Wednesday said pulling a blood covered cloth out of the garbage, “Now lets get out of here.”

“So I can prove its not him,” I stated bitterly.

“Y/n, just because you have some repulsive infatuation for the boy, doesn’t mean he’s automatically innocent,” She grumbled.

The door squeaked behind us, both of our attentions were snapped to Xavier. Shit.

“The hell are you doing?” Xavier snapped walking up to us.

“How do you know what the monster looks like?” Wednesday immediately began her interrogation, “Or are these all self portraits?”

I glared at her, it not being missed by Xavier. Although, I couldn’t be too upset, I wanted to know just as much.

He scoffed, “You think its me? I saved both of your lives.”

“So did the monster. Or was it you the night Rowan was killed?” Wednesday continued.

“You two are so out of line right now?”

“We’re just trying to uncover the truth. Your art seems to have a reoccurring motif,” Wednesday glanced at the nearest painting.

He thickly swallowed, “Yeah. This thing has been haunting my dreams for the past couple of weeks. I try to block it out, but I can’t, so I just come here and paint it. When I was panting this one the claws came out of the canvas and took a swipe at me. That’s how I got these scratches.”

“I thought you could control your ability?” I asked concerned.

“Not when it comes to this thing.”

“Maybe its just your guilty conscience,” Wednesday continuously pushed.

“Wednes,” I hissed.

“I told you I’m not the monster okay?” He defended.

“So you just happen to draw pictures of it, down to the location of its lair in the woods?” She pulled the drawing out of my bag, “Pretty vivid dreams.”

He came to a realization, “You two were in here. Before, when I caught you outside. That’s the only reason you asked me to the Rave’N, isn’t it? To try and cover.”

I looked at the ground, my voice caught in my throat. I slightly shook my head, he was wrong, so wrong.

“It’s nothing personal,” Wednesday said adjusting her bag.

“No, it never is with the two of you, is it? I mean, do you care about anyone or anything at all? Either of you?” He raised his voice, he looked so broken.

“Xavier-“

I tried to finally find my voice, but he wasn’t having it, “Get out!”

He pointed to the door. Wednesday went first, quickly might I add. Xavier and I made eye contact. His green eyes looked like something in him had cracked, they say your eyes are the gateway to your soul. I began walking towards the door, but then I stopped. I wasn’t about to walk away like this, saying nothing. Letting Wednesday have the only words in this conversation, I don’t care if he wants to go with me or not, but at this point he needed to hear what I had to say.

I turned around and walked over to him and pushed him back until he sat on the stool, “Y/n, just go. What’re you doing?”

“A favor,” I mumbled touching the side of his neck where the scratches lay.

They healed in seconds, “I didn’t need your help.”

“Well you got it. Look…”

“No, Y/n… I don’t want to hear it. Why should I? You used my feelings for you to feed into this little game you and your sister are playing. You two are accusing me of being a killer,” He snapped standing from his stool, towering over me.

I wasn’t intimidated because I knew he wasn’t the monster.

“Well… if you are, you could hurt me,” I raised a brow, “But wait… you aren’t the monster.”

He furrowed his brows. I rested my hand on the side of his cheek… only twenty seconds of insane courage is all it could take. I stood on the tips of my toes an kissed his cheek. He seemed to be frozen in place. His chest heaving as if he was taking deep breaths.

“Wednesday and I never argue, but this… we seem to butt heads with. I don’t believe it’s you, I’m trying to prove it to her… even through you don’t believe I care about anyone… I do care about you,” I said walking towards the door and just before I left I added, “Have fun at the dance.”

With that I left. Broken. If its meant to be, it’ll be, but I guess people like Wednesday and I are tornados of trouble, heartbreak and distraught… people like us are meant to be alone. Oddly enough, Xavier had feelings for me… had, being the key word.

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Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Tags: Canon-Typical ViolenceGun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love. Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Previous Chapter: No More Velvet

The Harcourt-L/N family were badasses. Their father was a stern military man who taught his daughters everything they needed to protect themselves from the dangers of the world around them. It was a family tradition to go to the shooting range every birthday and the girls were placed in taekwondo classes as soon as they could walk.

Their mothers, however, were very different. Emilia's mother had been a Russian Olympic gymnast back in the day and had envisioned her daughter would follow in that same path. Whether Emilia wanted that or not, she wasn't concerned with. Y/N's mother had been a nurse that had patched up Ol' Daddy Harcourt after a bar fight he had gotten into, and since he was no longer married to Emilia's mother, the pair hit it off from there.

Emilia didn't like the new addition to her family at first. Little Y/N was born and immediately stole all the attention away from little Emilia. But, Y/N grew on her, and it wasn't long before the girl found herself getting used to having a younger sister around. It became a very common sight to find the young blonde with a toddler on her lap and a book in her hands, reading whatever book about mermaids or unicorns or fairies that was picked on that day.

Y/N wasn't as withdrawn as the rest of Emilia's family. Her father barely cracked a smile in that gruff old man type of way. And her mother seemed to only remember she had a daughter when it came to her gymnastics training and competitions. When she won was the only time she was awarded with any sort of affection from the woman who had birthed her. But from her sister, all Emilia needed to do was breathe and Y/N would try attacking her with love.

So why Harcourt ever decided to go into espionage was beyond her. In that line of work, it's best to detach from everyone who knows you.

At first, Emilia didn't do that. After Y/N finished high school, Emilia was dragging her down the same path she'd been down.The Department of Extranormal Operations had employed them both once upon a time. But, after a mission gone wrong, Y/N was taking an extended leave of absence that eventually ended with her moving across the country and attempting to be a 'normal' person, where she remained until a month and a half ago.

There was a moment when the squad were driving to the airport where Emilia looked across at her sister and felt an indescribable urge to call everything off. Obviously that wouldn't happen no matter how hard she argued. Waller would just rearrange the flight and ensure that everyone did their jobs, no matter if she had to imprison Emilia to do so.

"Don't put that in your mouth." Y/N lowered Adrian's hand away from his mouth, pushing the custard cream looking shampoo bar that he was supposed to be packing into his bag away from his gob.

'This fucking idiot was the one who is protecting my Y/N?' Emilia thought. If she disliked him before, she would certainly loathe him if anything happened to her baby sister during this mission. She was putting a lot of faith into a guy that just tried to eat soap.

Before the newlyweds departed, Emilia pretended she was adding something into Adrian's backpack and subtly threatened in his ear, "If she's hurt in any way, I'll hunt you down and rip your prostate out of your mouth."

"But the prostate is in the butt?"

"Exactly. That's how fucking far my fist is going to punch into your goofy looking face."

Adrian took a step back and hid behind Y/N as they said their goodbyes, his eyes avoiding Harcourt and her hateful gaze. Emilia was pretty sure she could feel his heartbeat pick up through the floor, and that brought a little smug smile onto her face. She loved being intimidating.

As the sisters embraced each other tightly, Emilia whispered, "Try and avoid a repeat of last time, okay?"

"I think I learnt my lesson."

"Good. Now go and make contact as soon as it's safe."

"Yes, mother."

With that, it was time to separate and for the mission to truly begin. All the prep work that could be done had been done and it was go time.

Soon, the newlyweds were going through security and with the help of one of John's tried and tested gadgets - one that he had jokingly called The Metal Muffler and never came up with a serious name, bounced back any electromagnetic field emitted by a scanner before it could bounce off the metal and sound the alarms - they passed through without trouble despite their bags each holding a pistol and very illegal to fly with gear.

"How long do we have to wait?" Adrian whined, his foot bouncing impatiently against the floor in annoying patterns. His eyes darted between Y/N and all of the other passengers that were also sitting around and awaiting the moment they could get on the plane, where they'd be sat for even more time until they finally touched down in Dubai.

Patience had never been a virtue that Vigilante possessed. Everyone knew that. He'd be fine once they got onto the plane and watched one or two in-flight movies, but it seemed as if there were some delays on the airport side of things and the pair would have to stay idle for a few hours more than expected.

"You're lucky that I managed to get John to slip something into my bag when Emilia wasn't looking."

Y/N lifted her Chanel XXL carry-on handbag onto her lap and opened the flap so he could see inside. He grinned as he recognized what he was seeing and reached in to grab her Nintendo Switch that he often used whenever he came to her hotel room.

His fingers were immediately pressing the on button and he was wiggling in his seat with excitement to start playing. As the game loaded, Y/N rested her head against the hand nearest to him and attempted to get some well earned shut eye but she was distracted by the screen and how effortlessly good he was at Breath of the Wild.

"Do you want a go? We could have a game of Smash?" he offered, already engrossed in the game and, honestly, he was hoping she'd say no.

"It's okay. I'll just watch you play."

After a few minutes Y/N shifted and let her temple press against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Adrian sighed quietly as he played, enjoying the feeling of Y/N's body against his and wrapped his arm around her so she could tuck her head more comfortably against his collarbone. This new position impeded his game a little, but that was nothing a bit of awkward stretching couldn't fix.

From the outside, they looked as if they were a perfectly normal couple, which was beneficial as another couple were clearly going to the same place. A man dressed in a pristine suit was in the process of yelling at one of the workers as his wife stood beside him with a smug sneer and a 'The Monarch Hotel' branded Caprese-esque tote bag precariously perched on her elbow.

Despite her eyes being closed, Y/N hadn't drifted off. There was too much hustle and bustle and people chatting just a smidge too loud - especially the guy yelling - for her to actually be able to sleep. Instead, she relaxed and quietly chuckled to herself at the occasional grunt and curse whenever Adrian accidentally messed up. He was trying to focus on the game so he could keep his emotions under control but he couldn't seem to stop looking at her.

It came to the point where he placed the Switch in his lap for a second and just gazed at her, completely unaware that she was awake. Link got murdered during the break he was taking to survey her face, but he didn't care. And since he thought she was asleep, he pressed a gentle kiss to her hair and jumped out of his skin when her sleepy smile widened. He quickly grabbed the controller again and pretended that he hadn't done such a thing.

Eventually, they were allowed to board. The pair hauled themselves all the way to first class to sit their asses down into a way too comfortable lazy-boy looking chairs that had a plastic barrier in between that could be lifted up if they wanted to talk without their eyeline obscured. Each cubicle had a privacy panel above that was pulled into place at the first opportunity Y/N had. It was as if they were in their own little bubble. A comfortable bubble that came with a television set, a mini fridge stocked to full with snacks under a desk, which seemed a little redundant when the hostesses brought out a food menu to pick from.

"What the fuck is gravadlax?" Adrian whispered as he scanned all the fancy meals he saw listed on display.

He didn't know what half of this shit was. It was all posh person gibberish.

"It's like a Nordic version of smoked salmon."

"Oh." He wasn't a fan of fish. The texture was downright disgusting to him. "What are you getting?"

"The togarashi marinated halloumi poke bowl with sushi rice sounds good to me."

"Would I like that?"

Shrugging, she settled back into her chair and rested her head against the soft leather headrest, mumbling, "There's a tray of Buttermilk chicken sliders, you'd definitely like those." That sounded a lot better.

In a matter of moments, the stewardess approached the pair and took their orders with a pleasant smile. They both ordered and squabbled a little when it came down to picking a movie to watch but they eventually managed to agree on Renfield (2023). All in all, the flight was cushy and, quite frankly, inspired some sense of false belief that this mission would be an easy one. It would be one with lavish add-ons, but also need patience and a certain amount of subtle diligence to pull it off successfully.

They relaxed, they slept, they ate, they watched a movie, and then they arrived in Dubai. And when the car and chauffeur the hotel had sent arrived to pick the pair up in a limousine, they'd almost forgotten that they weren't on holiday. They were just two pals on vacation.

That was until they walked through the huge glass double gold brimmed doors and were greeted by a middle aged man with a bouffant, a permanent smile and a salmon suit as declared, "Welcome. Welcome to the Monarch Hotel. Judging by the fact that I don't recognise your faces, you must be Marty and Sidney Bardot?"

"That's us," Y/N smiled and wrapped her hand around Adrian's bicep.

"Splendid! Here at the hotel, we are very selective about our clients," the man leaned in closer to whisper, "To let you in on a little secret, we've only taken on one other couple this season and that was supposed to be it. But when you were inquiring about your honeymoon, well, we couldn't say no now. Could we?"

Y/N let out a huff of a chuckle from her nose.

"Tell me, how was your wedding?" The host smiled widely, clearly happy to give the two lovebirds the opportunity to gush about their romantic experience.

Adrian realised at that moment that he was yet to make a sound. He knew he'd never be able to keep up a shy and reserved front for this entire time, so he opted to speak up. "I cried my eyes out the entire day, but like, in a manly 'oh, I get to spend my entire life with this babe' kind of way."

The host laughed and clapped his hands together. "Yes, yes, very manly." He turned away from them to gesture towards the hallway, and as the pair followed him he explained, "We've got your suite ready and raring to go. I'll have our bellhop take your suitcases inside, and I know it's early and you're ready to catch up on some sleep, but I'd be more than happy to show you around the place." Y/N nodded. "If you'll follow me please, Mr Bardot, Mrs Bardot."

As they trailed after him through the lobby, Adrian gave Y/N a quick nudge in the side and way too exaggeratedly nodded towards a security camera located in a corner. She fake giggled as if he'd whispered something scandalous to her and leaned in to quietly urge, "You gotta be more subtle than that, babe."

'Babe.' How dare that word roll off her tongue and come out as naturally as it did. How dare that small gesture turn into a whole bunch of butterflies swarming his stomach as a result of it. How dare his brain start to freak out over just one silly little word. He shouldn't be this affected over something as simple and innocuous as that.

Yet, here he was with a coy smile on his lips and a light blush colouring his cheeks, unable to stop himself from staring at her longingly as she spoke to the man who was leading them through the hotel, seemingly oblivious to the effect her words had.

Although the host - who they found out called himself 'Sparrow' - was incredibly enthusiastic, the tour was fairly uneventful. The hotel was large, spacious and extravagant. Everything about it screamed that it was meant to be filled to the brim with the richest people on the planet. From its marble floors and chandeliers to its towering windows that overlooked the beautiful beach, the place reeked of money.

Every single room, even the janitor's closet that they happened to walk past as the janitor walked out of, they all were bigger than Adrian's apartment back home. Every single door was ornate. Every inch of the walls were covered in art that must've cost thousands of dollars per piece. It was a museum of wealth. It was a palace. But most of all, it was a sanctuary. Throughout the hotel, familiar iconography was dotted around. A painting here and there. A bust sitting precariously on an ornate coffee table. Wings engraved into a column. They were surrounded by images of butterflies.

In any other situation, that would've been pleasant. But they knew better.

When they finally got to their room, it was around the time that the other guests were waking up for the day. As the duo got halfway into their room door frame, the couple in the room next to them walked straight up to them. "You must be the new arrivals!" An overly cheery man with blonde hair grinned at the pair with wide sparkling grey eyes while his equally chipper partner who looked just as cheerful and chirpy. "I'm Steve!" The man extended his hand and waited for them to shake before introducing his friend. "This is my wife, Sam."

Y/N plastered a fake smile on her face. "Hiya!" And that's all it took before they were bombarded by hugs. Adrian didn't move an inch and Y/N let out a surprised, "Oh," as she awkwardly patted Sam's back. "Uh, nice to meet you!" She exclaimed as she was released.

Adrian just kept nodding along as if he hadn't fully dissociated the moment a stranger crowded his senses. His brain was going at a million miles per hour as he attempted to process everything. Obviously, Y/N noticed as his hand began to twitch, his fingers flicking around, searching for anything to latch onto but coming up empty handed.

But he wasn't empty handed for long since Y/N slipped her hand into his. If not to comfort him - which was her main objective - but to hide any body language that would point to them being anything less than welcoming. "I'm Sidney and this is my husband - wow, it still sounds too good to be true, doesn't it?" Adrian was still nodding along. "This is Marty, my main squeeze," Y/N declared with a chuckle.

Her response brought a wide smile to their faces. "Ahhh, that explains why we haven't seen you around before, you're the honeymoon couple, yeah? We didn't mean to intrude. You're probably jetlagged and want to relax, yeah?"

Steve's question prompted Adrian to nod again with a weak smile. "Yep," was all he could manage without letting out an unmanly whimper.

Thankfully, the couple seemed to finally understand that the new arrivals were in need of some alone time and didn't push things. Instead, the pair waved as they left, departing with a way too loud, "Well, we'll leave you two to settle in. You'll be at the mixer this evening, right?"

Both Y/N and Adrian nodded, still smiling at the couple and waving as they stepped away from the door and closed it shut behind them. They breathed in deeply and allowed the smiles to drop away from their lips as soon as the coast was clear.

Abruptly, Adrian swiped his hand away from her grip and took a step backwards, rubbing his head and looking as though he wanted to crawl under the duvet and hide. "Sorry," he muttered, "Just, uh... I've... I don't know them and they, uh, they just... made me really uncomfortable when they... when they - "

"It's okay. Why don't we sit down, huh? I think we both could do with a few moments of silence."

He stared at her quizzically but nodded and agreed to join her on the bed. She lay down first, folded her arms underneath her head and stared upwards. Adrian, however, was entirely focused on the slow steady rise and fall of her chest and tried to match his breathing to hers.

After a few minutes of quiet, she turned onto her side so that she could catch his gaze. "So..." She mused, "You wanna start getting ready for bed or are you planning on staring at me forever?" She raised an eyebrow, but there was no bite to her words. Just warmth and amusement.

The corners of his lips curled up into a faint grin. "Which one would you prefer, Mrs Bardot?"

"Go get ready for bed, Mr Bardot."

All of their luggage had been neatly placed in front of the wardrobes and their bags on their dresser next to an extravagant gift basket. Y/N hoisted her suitcase onto the bed and casually began searching through it for one of Auggie's devices that had been hidden in a secret compartment that had been built into the bottom of the bag.

When she found the device she was looking for, she grabbed it and turned the device on. The screen flickered to life, displaying several dots on a little map with one of them suspiciously close to their current location. Since the device looked like a smartphone, Y/N pretended as if she was texting as she zoomed in to evaluate whether that ping was a microphone or camera in the room with them.

"You almost done, baby?" Y/N called out in her sweetest voice. She heard Adrian shuffle over to where she was standing, confusion evident on his face that didn't dissipate when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her smile remained plastered on her face as he returned the embrace.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, his lips brushing the hair right by her ear.

"There's a camera in the gift basket."

To ensure he didn't clearly react, she guided his lips to hers so that his face would be blocked from the view of the camera. It was a slow, soft press of lips against lips and yet it felt like fireworks went off in Adrian's chest. He melted into the kiss instantly. It was warm and sweet and gentle, like a soft summer breeze that was blowing gently against his skin and making goosebumps appear on his arms because of how pleasant and calming and soothing it felt. It didn't matter that it was for show. It was just a nice thing to experience.

"Ready to take a nap?"

"Uh huh."

"I'm just going to do my skincare and I'll be back, okay?" She kissed his cheek and then planted another lingering kiss on the top of his forehead before she pulled herself away from him completely and shuffled into the bathroom.

Once she'd checked that there wasn't any surveillance in the bathroom, Y/N was quick to catch the squad up on everything and sent along the IP and device information she'd gathered to John so he could swap the current feed with his fancy schmancy motion captured artificially animated footage.

Unknown: Take a while to override yours without affecting any of the others. Keep it up for two.

Adrian had gotten under the blanket and was waiting for the moment Y/N came back into the room. He felt a little awkward sitting on camera in just his underwear and had scrambled beneath the covers as soon as he could. Even though he understood that this whole ordeal was necessary, he couldn't help but feel a small wave of uneasiness wash over him when it was put on a spotlight.

As she reentered the room, Adrian was able to relax somewhat. She wore a tank top and panties with pink polka dots and a pair of white socks that came halfway up her calf. He admired the sight silently as he lay there, his eyes never once leaving her, until she crawled her way across the bed and onto his lap, giving him a wink that let him know to go along with what she was doing.

"How you feelin', big guy? Tired?"

"Way too tired."

"Too tired?" Y/N dragged her pointer finger down his chest, down his abs to the waistband of his underwear and gave him a seductive look that had him shivering involuntarily. "It is our honeymoon, afterall."

He groaned as his hands slid up her thighs to rest on her hips as he leaned forward slightly, desperately wanting to give in cause that would be awesome, right? He's in paradise and gets to get it on with the woman he's falling in love with? That's fucking sick! But no, he has a job to do, a mission to think about, and it doesn't need to be complicated so soon.

"I know, but..." His eyes trailed down to her mouth for a split second before he snapped his head back up and cleared his throat nervously. He looked up at her with the biggest puppy eyes as if she'd hung the stars, the moon and the sun for him and begged her to leave it at that. He was an impulsive fella so it would be easy to forget the mission and just get lost in each other, as they often did back in Evergreen.

"When we wake up?"

"When we wake up," he repeated with a shy small smile gracing his lips.

With the horny newlywed act done, Y/N slid off him and sunk into the duvet beside him. As she cuddled herself into his side, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

"Should be safe when we wake," she reassured, her voice just audible enough for his ears. "You want me to play with your hair until you fall asleep?"

"Yeah, yeah please," he murmured softly as he buried his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply as she slowly started stroking his curls with her fingers. Y/N could feel every inch of him relaxing under her touch, his body leaning further into hers with each passing stroke, his breathing slowly starting to even out. Soon enough, she too fell into blissful unconsciousness with an arm tightly wound around her waist.

They'd woken up embracing a few times now, and this one was definitely the sweetest. In their sleep, Y/N had turned to face away from him and he simply wrapped himself around her like a snake around its prey. His chest pressed flush to her back and his arms wrapped around her possessively and securely, his hand clasped in hers. One of his ankles hooked around her calf as if he was trying to keep her firmly glued to him. Since they were so intertwined, however, any movement or change of position threatened to disturb their slumber. So when he stirred, she did too.

"This is cosy."

Her voice was hoarse and sleepy and barely above a whisper and so devastatingly sexy that Adrian wanted to melt into a puddle of mush on the spot. His heart thumped wildly and all rational thought had disappeared from his brain at the sound. It wasn't until she craned her head back to look at him and giggled at his absurd bedhead and dopey expression that he realised he must have been making some sort of pathetic noise to get her attention.

"I've slept better since I met you."

"I'm glad I have such a positive effect on your sleep schedule," she said in mock seriousness, a playful smile playing around her lips. A chuckle escaped Adrian's lips as he shifted and nuzzled his face deeper into the curve of her neck and shoulder.

It didn't escape her notice when his fingers began to trace circles against the soft skin of her stomach. They were warm, calloused and rough, but still somehow so incredibly gentle. She closed her eyes as goosebumps formed along her body at his actions and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to shudder. She was being selfish. She knew this but she didn't care; she just wanted to enjoy the moment for what it was. She wanted to savour it.

"We gotta wake up and head to lunch, don't we?" Adrian asked with his head still nestled against her collarbone.

"Yup."

"Can we stay like this for a few more minutes? I don't want to move just yet."

"Yup."

After those fateful few minutes passed, Y/N lifted herself out of his grip and slipped off the bed. Adrian watched from beneath hooded eyelids as she stood up and stretched her limbs before walking towards the suitcase to pick out something to wear while he sat there, staring at her as if she was some sort of mythical creature.

Maybe she was a nymph. Or an elf. Or a pixie. Or even a succubus. Who knows really? All he knew was that he found it extremely hard to tear his gaze away from her and whenever she was in the same room as him, his eyes always seemed to trail after her. It was like a magnet and he had to physically force himself to turn his head and focus elsewhere again.

This whole situation was ridiculous. Why was he acting like a lovesick teenage boy with a crush? He was the ruthless Vigilante. The man who killed people like flies. And his focus should be on their mission and nothing else.

Yet, here he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking so damn adorable with the duvet covering his lap as he sat back on his hands that it made Y/N giggle to herself when she glanced back at him. She retreated into the bathroom to get changed and check if the signal had been rerouted with a coy smile.

And she'd expected him to have moved when she returned. But no. He had lay back down and was smiling at the ceiling with his arms under his head as if the very idea of getting up was impossible.

"Outta bed."

"Nope."

"I'll bribe you. What do you want?" She offered playfully as she walked over to his side of the bed and knelt on the part of the mattress by his arm. "It's how I used to get 'problem' students to get to eat their lunch."

That got his attention. With a quick jerk, he sat up tall, his nose bumping into hers, and pulled her close, wrapping both arms around her waist. All this fake affection was like a drug. And there was no doubt in Adrian's mind that he was a Y/N addict. He had been for a while, but he was getting his fix more frequently these days.

"I would like a hug."

"I can do that."

Without hesitation, Y/N brought her arms around him and rested them on the small of his back, letting one of her legs dangle off the end of the bed. She allowed him to hold her for about three seconds before then he started tickling her sides causing her to burst out in a batch of giggles, squirming away from him in a feeble attempt to get away from his attack. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat the entire time as he continued to torment her until, finally, she managed to wriggle away from him and roll backwards onto the floor.

"That was a smart trick, Mr Bardot."

"Why thank you, ma'am!"

"Now get ready!"

"Will do, ma'am!" he hollered as he grabbed his clothes from the bag and ran to do as she said.

The pair eventually left their hotel room and ventured into the dining hall, which was as grand as the rest of the place, and from the moment they stepped in, it was obvious why their mission had been accelerated.

Sitting at the table nearest one of the enormous windows was the Queen Caroline of Markovia. They had been sent undercover to prevent an alien taking over the ruler of a European country that is well documented as having the most meta humans per capita.

Their little holiday had just got far more serious.

Next Chapter: Alien Perverts

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[violet-fluff]

💙 Mike Zacharius x Abused!Reader

Safe In My Squad

Warning: abuse, alcoholism, trauma

Layla, your best friend, was standing in Mike's office. "Thanks again, Mike, for getting her into the Survey Corp."

Mike gives a curt nod. "I still don't see why she would want to join the regiment that is most likely to have her killed."

Layla hums in agreement. "Y/N's at a stand still being in the Military Police. She doesn't get to do much and when she does, it's really for nothing. She wants to be part of the help for humanity. Besides, I'm sure she would love having you as a captain way more than she likes having Nile as one."

A few hours later, you arrive at the Survey Corp. base and change into your new uniform. You touch the new and unfamiliar badge that was stitched to your jacket because what was once a green unicorn, is now a blue and white set of wings sitting in place.

"I like the look of this one better." You smile and perk up when you hear a knock at your door.

When the door opens, and Mike had to bend his head down a bit as to not bump his head on the top of the frame.

"Ah, I meet the gentle giant once again." You laugh and position your fist over your heart to salute.

You and Mike are familiar with each other. Often paired up when training back in boot camp. You would still see him every once in a while, when the Military Police and Survey Corp. grouped together for a meeting.

Mike gives out a quick sniff. "Didn't I tell you years ago that you'd regret joining the Military Police?"

"Everyone makes mistakes I guess." You shrug and look to the side. "Thanks for taking me in. I'm sorry with what happened to Nanaba. She was a great soldier."

Mike shivers at having to remember how his fellow squad member went down. "Yeah, well, this is the reality of being part of this brigade."

Mike then takes the next few hours to give you a tour of the base, introducing you to yours and his squad, and to help you fill out some paperwork.

"Y/N!!!!!!" Layla squeals as she watches you walk into the mess hall.

You flash a big smile when she runs up to hug you.

"Mike! You didn't tell me she was already here!"

Sitting down, Mike takes a sip of his water. "We had to get a lot done."

It’s when sitting to eat dinner, you get to become more familiar with Hanji and Levi while they ask about your time with the Military Police.

"Ah, yes! Those Military Police folk always seem like a stick in the mud!" Hanji laughs.

Levi clicks his tongue. "A bunch of assholes is how I see them."

You nervously laugh as you keep what you really went through in your mind. Layla looks at you with comforting eyes which Mike caught.

A couple weeks pass by, and you are with Mike out on the training grounds as you embarrassingly stand before him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not good at this."

Mike shakes his head. "It's understandable. You've barely had to use your 3D gear so it might take you just a little longer to learn. You won't be going out on any missions unless I approve of it though."

He then notices one of your shoulder straps a bit loose, so he reaches out to tighten it, but retracts his hand in shock when you flinch hard and step back.

"S-sorry!" You apologize quickly as your face heats up when Mike can only stare back at you. "I'll...I'll go fix it myself!"

And you run off, leaving Mike standing there confused.

Your demeaner changes after that day. You've become anxious and you find yourself doing nervous habits like biting at your lips or shaking your leg.

Mike also notices that you don't go around him unless it’s for training or meetings. With you being a member of his squad, he had to get to the bottom of this so he went to Layla.

"Y/N is not herself lately and I know that you know why."

Layla scrunches her face. "It's not my business to give."

Mike's eyes fall flat in annoyance. "As her squad captain, it is my business to know. If it's not handled, she can get herself hurt with her head in the fog."

Layla sighs and takes a seat. "She's also afraid she'll get hurt."

"How so?"

"I guess I'll just rip the bandaid off because this is not an easy conversation..." Layla hesitates for a moment, "Y/N was getting abused during her time with the Military Police."

"Abused?" Mike sits up straighter, "By who?"

"Nile." Kayla sees Mike's face grow dark. He already hates Nile, so this is the icing on the cake. "He would um...hit her a lot, call her names, make her his personal servant."

This gives Mike the answer as to why Y/N flinched away from him that day.

"No one did anything about it?" He asks.

Kayla shakes her head sadly. "She tried to turn him in, but they just laughed and said maybe she needed to be put in her place. I wanted to help her, but she begged me not to or she would get in trouble with Nile."

Mike clears his throat. "She flinched back from me the other day. She knows I won't hurt her right?"

"She doesn't know that yet. Her trust in people isn't very high. Y/N always thinks people will end up hitting her or start talking down to her if she doesn't do a good job. She was conditioned to believe that for a lot of years." Kayla explains as Mike just listens in shock.

"Is that why she hasn't been around me lately? I know she's been upset because she hasn't got 3D maneuvering down, but I would never hurt her."

Kayla hums. "That's partly the reason. The abuse made her depressed and she turned to alcohol for a while. The addiction got pretty bad until I worked with her to get off of it. Addiction stays for life though, and she's been holding herself back from drinking it lately. That is also another reason you might see her so anxious and fidgety."

Mike thanks Kayla for the information and leaves to find you. The base is empty as everyone is in their rooms asleep, except for you. You snuck out of bed and into the mess hall.

You stand on your tippy toes to try and reach a rum bottle on the top shelf when a big hand grabs it instead.

Snapping around, you are face to face with Mike who holds the bottle up high.

“Mike?!”

He grunts. “Were you trying to get this?”

You pale as you stumble on trying to find words to say. “I-I ….I’m sorry! I-“

Mike sets the bottle on the table and you close your eyes, waiting for some sort of impact to hit your face.

You let out a shaky breathe when you feel gentle fingers glide across your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Mike crouched in front of you.

“Kayla told me everything.”

You don’t speak as his fingers touching your face are making you nervous.

He sighs. “I won’t hurt you. What they did was inhumane and they will be dealt with.”

You can only nod as you have yet to relax your tense body.

“You also don’t need any alcohol to comfort you. Come to me if you need help.”

“O-ok.” You squeak out.

Mike then takes your hands and holds them gently, but you break out into a sob and lean over to hug him.

He hugs you back tightly and sniffs your hair. This was the closest he’s been to you and your scent is lovely to him. Unbeknownst to you, Mike has always had feelings for you. He gave up on those feelings when you decided to split ways by going to the Military Police, but they would always blossom again whenever he would see you.

A few days later, you are in the washroom with Mike as you clean his hands. You gently wash over the cuts and bruises going across his knuckles, and you give him a scolding look, but he can only smile at the fact you won’t ever be hurt again.

#mike zacharius x reader #mike zacharias #miche zacharias #mike zakarius #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction

[nat-1-whump]

🌈 Pride fantasy prompts

Pride writing ideas no. 1

(Little to no angst or whump here, I wanted to focus on happier stories this time around.)

Mages use transformation spells as a magical method of gender-affirming surgery. One mage who specializes in such magic travels across the land, helping anyone from tiny fairies to gigantic dragons be their true selves. Nothing brings them more joy than giving their client a mirror after the spell is done and watching their face light up. And when someone needs that spell, the mage will find a way to do it, no matter who or what they have to challenge in order to do so.

Asexual succubi and incubi find non-sexual ways to seduce their targets. A character hears a noise in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to find a demon-like creature baking them a cake that reads, "Come to the darkest pits of the underworld, please? 🥺" With the layers upon layers of chocolate fudge, how could anyone resist?

A gay mage learns a teleportation spell to bring their crush on a date without anyone else seeing, because they are worried about what people will think. However, the spell backfires and ends up teleporting them to the wrong place. As they work together to find their way home, the two overcome challenges for each other and realize that their love really does conquer all.

A trans character finds out that they're trans by accessing some sort of magic that only another gender is supposed to be able to access. For example, a transfem sailor thinks she's a cis guy until she is the only one on the ship who can see an island that is magically hidden from everyone except women. She had always felt a bit "off" but kind of pushed it to the side, attributing it to literally anything except being trans. The island beckons to her and confirms the feelings she had ignored for years. (I thought there was an island like that in the Odyssey but I can't find anything about it so I may be wrong.)

When a gay couple adopts a child, they weren't expecting to bring home a dragon egg. But, that won't stop them from being the best adoptive parents anyone could have. They spend nights deep in the library, set on learning everything they need to raise their dragon child. (Or, alternatively, a dragon couple ends up adopting a human or otherwise non-dragon child.)

Due to their association with rainbows, magic, and self-expression, unicorn derbies become widely celebrated events during pride festivals. A particularly clever unicorn escapes right before the derby, and magical shenanigans ensue.

While others their age are asking their crushes to dances and peeking at raunchy magazines, an aroace teen is busy training swordfighting with a dragon that they keep hidden a little bit away from their house. Their parents find some evidence of their teen sneaking out and assume it's with some romantic partner. When their teen reluctantly agrees to introduce them, they weren't expecting to come face to face with a gigantic reptile. They said they wanted their teen to be with whoever makes them happy... But this is awkward.

Immortal characters who've been around for centuries don't necessarily understand the newer labels and identities, but they're excited that their children are able to express themselves in ways they weren't able to a few hundred years ago. They do their best to support their kid's identity... Possibly to the point of embarrassing their kid with their enthusiasm. They mean well though.

A genderfluid character who can shapeshift uses their ability to transition on the spot whenever and however they feel like it. They kind of take this ability for granted, until their non-shapeshifter friend wants to transition and can't just do so by snapping their fingers. This shapeshifter does their best to help their friend find clothes and hairstyles that might have the same effect. They end up having to be a bit creative with what they have, but it's a lot more fun than either expected.

To represent the strength of their relationship, a gay swordsmith forges a sword as a surprise present (or proposal, like a ring but cooler) for their beloved. They decide to gather gemstones from the place they first met (or some other place that is significant to them), but getting the gemstone proves to be a difficult quest. They end up asking for their partner's help, all while keeping it a secret why they need it. When they finally get the gemstone and forge the sword, the colorful pieces in the hilt tell a story of their journey together.

Elves and other androgynous creatures completely demolish outdated standards of what each gender is "supposed to" look like. Some people are frustrated with how hard it is to assume an elf's gender, but lots of trans and nonbinary people are inspired by the magical genderfuckery. (I know I am, lol. Legolas was my first gender envy.)

(Feel free to add on!)

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[original-character-championship]

Bracket D Round 1

Poll 4

Dr. Diana Diamond (@numberposting) vs. SANGRIA (@kumied)

199. Dr. Diana Diamond (@numberposting)

She/Her

DIANA MY GIRL DIANA!!! She’s a translesbian mad scientist lady who’s an absolute dork, she has it all baybeyy!!!!

She lives in a universe where “mad scientist” is an Actual job you can get, she literally has a degree in Mad Science! She’s Very adamant that mad science is all about pushing the limits of science without being “constrained” by ethical standards set by society, which is to say that she has a moral compass made of swiss cheese. Hashtag girlboss <3

While some people can be a liiitle off-put by her basement-turned-lab containing fun death lasers, she’s honestly just a dweeb once you get to know her. When she’s not conducting weird experiments for mysterious benefactors (or just for personal enjoyment), she’s hanging out with her epic and cool wife Alice!!

Although Diana can be a lil withdrawn, Alice’s optimistic and excitable personality really brings out the best in her!! They do almost everything together: Baking, stargazing, long walks on the beach, vivisecting people…

Her wife is super normal btw don’t even worry about it <3

In short, you should vote for certified sillygirl Diana becuz:

1. She’s a funnie trans lesbian 2. She loves her wife SO much 3. She didn’t get a PhD in Mad Science for nothin’ 4. She listens almost exclusively to They Might be Giants and Oingo Boingo 5. She could use the validation tbh 6. I love her :D

If you’re itchin’ for more Diana Lore(tm), check out her EPIC NEOCITIES SITE!!! It’s relatively new, but I’m working on more blog posts n such ^_^ Plus, if you have a question, you can always ask her directly ;)

200. SANGRIA (@kumied)

she/her

SANGRIA is an ex-nursing robot who gained artificial intelligence mysteriously and is now trying to find her place in a post-apocalyptic world. She wants to be YOUR best friend and will give you flowers from her garden if you just ask. Vote for her to spread friendship and support women!

She's a video game protagonist, so I imagine her with customizable features. Her "main" look is a robotic, nonhumanoid head with a unicorn horn attached to a long, rectangular body with long wires. She usually has tank treads so she can navigate her environment easier, coupled with praying-mantis-type "arms" at the front (underneath the wires that connect her head) so she can grasp at things. She is also always covered with stickers and ribbons that she collects from her friends.

#oc championship #tournament poll #bracket d #round 1 #199 dr. diana diamond #200 SANGRIA

[cordidy]

Just a little OS i wrote based on the "Lucky Charms" theme for a discord server i'm on :) I don't like to use "MC" or "YN" so the character is named Deirdre and she is not the HL Mc, just a normal Hogwarts student.

TW : none, it's just cuteness

"What are you doing?" Deirdre jumped, surprised. She had been so focused on her search she had not heard Sebastian join her. The sun was setting, she did not have a lot of time left. "Searching for something," she answered, still focused on her task. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack but she had to find it. Sebastian came closer and started looking. He had no idea what he was looking for, but still. "And what are we searching for exactly?" He curiously asked. "A clover," Deirdre simply answered, getting on her knees to take a better look at the grass. Sebastian raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You are looking for a clover?" "Yep." "And you're having trouble finding one?" "Uh-huh" "In a...clover field?" Sebastian was known for being quite bright and quick but he had to admit, he was kind of lost right now. Deirdre got up, dusting her skirt before going to another patch of grass. "It's not just any clover, I need a 4-leaf one," she explained, and she had spent her last afternoon in Hogwarts looking for one, to no avail. "What do you need a 4-leaf clover for?" The young man asked, now intrigued. "Because it brings luck !" She answered him, almost annoyed he would ask such an obvious question.

The Slytherin looked at her, surprised. "Wait, are you trying to tell me that...grass can bring you luck?" In all the books he had read over the years, he had never heard something like that, even in the dustiest volumes of the Restricted Section. "Oh wait, is this one of your "Mugglery" again?" He added. It would make sense that Muggles and Wizards would have some differences in folklore, after all. Deirdre looked at him, confused. "Wait, you wizards don't believe in lucky charms?" She was back on her knees, searching. "Of course we do," the Slytherin answered, trying to not look at his friend's skirt moving with the wind, showing her calves. Over the 7 years they had known each other, he had seen how pretty she had become, coming from a small girl to a pretty young woman with long red hairs and freckles almost matching his. Of course he did not imagine himself courting his best friend, ever, especially now that they had graduated yet, he… remained a man...with eyes…and she was really pretty after all… "Unicorn hair for safe travel, golden foot mushrooms to bring wealth, these kinds of things” he recited to try and focus his mind on something else that wasn’t Deirdre crawling on all four. “But I did not know Muggles were into weed," he said with a little chuckle to tease her. "What do you even need luck for? The exams are over and you graduated with flying colors!" "I....I have a very important appointment tomorrow and I...I'll feel better with it that's all" she tried to brush it off in a casual tone. An important appointment? She had not told him anything about that and they shared...everything... "Wait, does it have something to do with you asking to stay at my place tonight ?" After the passing of his uncle and his sister a year later, Sebastian had inherited both Solomon's small home and his late parent's house in Hogsmeade.While he had started renting his uncle's house for some extra cash, he had planned to live in the family home although the thought of going back there on his own was painful. So, of course, when Deirdre asked if she could spend a couple of days with him, he had accepted right away, not even wondering about the reasons. In his mind, she just...did not have anywhere to go now that her parents had made it clear she was not welcome anymore since she was an adult and a witch. On the other hand, while the house was just a 2 bedroom place, Sebastian had plenty of room to share. "What big appointment?" He asked, looking at her a bit worriedly. It must have been quite something for her to keep it secret. "No....nothing important," she lied. He stopped searching for a clover and looked at her seriously. "Come on Deirdre, it's either an important appointment or nothing, can't be both" The young woman sighed before facing him, clearly uncomfortable. "I....I have a job...well, rather an apprenticeship interview" she said, looking away. "Really? Where?" The young man asked, now curious and rather excited. It was in Hogsmeade for sure, or at least in the region, which would explain the need for accommodation but there were several possibilities. "...der..." she muttered. "What?" "Ollivander!" She said louder, turning red as a tomato. Sebastian looked at her for a moment, clearly flabbergasted. "You're...Merlin, you're serious?!" "Yes..." Deirdre answered shyly before being smashed into a bear hug.

For the past 2 years Sebastian had played as a Beater in the Slytherin Quidditch team and had some issues realizing how strong he had become thanks to the hours of training. "Deirdre this....this is fucking awesome! Mr Ollivander never takes an apprentice and he chose you?! When?! How?!" "Not...not yet!" The young woman said, trying to wiggle her way out of her friend's embrace in vain. He was strong, but also quite heavy. “Re…remember when we had to bring your wand there to fix it?” “After Ominis sliced it in half…yeah…” it was still a hot topic, even two years after. “Well Mr Ollivander said…the wands in the shop…liked me?” Sebastian looked at her, puzzled. It was well known most wands had a mind of their own but…preferences? Feelings? That was new. “Like they wanted to see me around more often so…he offered a potential position to start as a baby wand maker” "So this is why you want your lucky grass? To pass the interview? You don't need that, you're a brilliant witch! The old Ollivander would be crazy not to train you!" Deirdre sighed. She knew she was a good student but this...this was a once in a lifetime chance. "I....I can't fail that interview, Seb. It's...it's my best opportunity so far...'' She looked desperate and ready to burst into tears from the pressure she was putting on her own shoulders. Sebastian took her hand, patting it gently."Sweetheart, you don't need a magic dandelion..." "Clover." "Clover to get that position." He got up, still holding her hand to help her up. "Look, how about we go to my home and you settle down and get your things ready for the interview while I prepare us a good dinner?" He suggested "Seb, no. You have quite the big day tomorrow, you need rest!" “Come on, it's just orientation day at St Mungos. They'll have us visit the place, give us some generic books to read before the classes start in September, nothing fancy” he said, pushing her gently back towards Hogsmeade by her shoulder "You, on the other hand, need calm, rest, and a good evening with an even better company to relax for your ‘not so big appointment’," he added with a smile. "Spending your night out looking for grass won't help, let me just take care of you tonight" Reluctantly, she followed him. As promised, the evening was exquisite, just like the food. She felt really relaxed after spending the evening talking about how she was planning on researching muggle's folklore to see if she might come up with new applications for wand crafting. “No wonder…how did you say it again? The wands like you? They’re probably into weed too,” he teased her as they were doing the dishes, earning a pinch in the stomach before Deirdre kissed Sebastian's cheek on her way to Anne's old room for a good night of sleep. When she woke up the next morning, Sebastian was already gone to Saint Mungo's but he had left her breakfast and a note on the kitchen table. You got this! Don't forget your lucky weed. See you tonight - S Deirdre let out a small chuckle when she saw, right next to his signature, a small 4-leaf clover

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