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Harmony <3

Made w old alcohol markers and zebra pens

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Moon girl + devil dinosaur pfps :b

All are free to use or do whatever with (notes are cool tho)

Used to make a ton of these (most of the older ones are the ones of Tai and were made using picsart. I can totally make more though)

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----> Pt 1 of buffy characters and things that remind me of them/ what I think they would like

Normally I would post my art like this to Pinterest instead of Tumblr,, but ehhh why not :3

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"Born of blood" - Drusilla x reader

Note: I've seen a handful of freaky period sex spike fics, but none with Drusilla and I love her madly plus I've just got my period sooo. I've never written for Drusilla so this might be innacurate-- set sometime after s2 or s3

Warnings: period fic!! Reader is gn but has female parts obvi, porn with plot, blood kink kinda, fingering etc etc

walking back to Drusilla's house, you carried her the way there, as per her request, moonlight and lamplight illuminating the both of you, the only thing providing color to her vampiric complexion. She hardly felt safe enough to let someone take care of her in this way, but you didn't much mind it, didn't much mind the feeling of her hands playing with her hair or the weight of her head on your chest as you scooped her up. upon arriving you settled her down onto her bed with more gentleness than she had grown used to receiving from her lovers lately.

speaking of recent lovers, in trying to push herself away from Spike and in trying out being with new people, she found herself drawing closer and closer to you, and becoming more intrigued the more she was with you. you were something different-- something caring. In spite of how you, too were a creature of the night you seemed to care for her and always had a willingness to help her through visions and whatever mental struggles came her way.

You and her had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and when you did, it had been brief and nothing explicit; meeting in the park at midnight, soft touches and occasional cheek kisses with her hands curling overtop of yours. She wasn't used to being this soft or gentle with anyone she wasn't close with, but you had asked for something slower, and, though shocked, she's been complying so far.

so here you were, in the small flat that the old, batty vampire now called home, sitting down next to her on a beaten down, likely stolen velvet couch with her laying adjacent to you. you glanced from the floor then back to your lover, admiring how she looked with her arm resting on her head, lying down beside you.

A silence was held between the two of you, the kind of silence that felt longer than it was. The only sound that played as the quiet stretched on was Drusilla's breathing along with her soft

without warning, you felt yourself stumble, hunching over from the sharp pain shooting in your lower abdomen. Reflexively, you clutched your stomach and winced in pain, though you hoped she wouldn't notice too much.

Drusilla gasps, leaning to sit up and blinking up at you, eyes wide and confused. . .more confused than she typically would be. Her head had almost shot up at the smell of blood, your blood for sure. The scent was sweet and not what she expected, something strong enough to make her feel like she had been starving for ages.

you looked over at her, nose scrunched from the pain, yet trying to hide it from her. You wanted this, wanted to take care of her and to have something sweet with her. You knew that you liked where your relationship was going and didn't want your period forcing you to leave only for you to wind up bedridden and alone when you could have been spending time with Drusilla. Yet, the pain was excruciating and you couldn't hold out forever. As distant as she was, she could tell what was happening. Though she smelled it long before she noticed your body language or your pain, she knew exactly what was happening.

reaching out with a small twitchy smile and a hand on your arm, she gasps, reaching out to you "oh darling" she closes in until her nose is barely a centimeter away from yours

"you smell . . . divine." Drusilla trails hand up your arm, her fingers grazing your skin with a touch so light yet reverent that you feel your heart pounding and a shiver running down your spine all at once.

You take a sharp breath in, blinking back at her, you found yourself not entirely that surprised that she would take notice the smell-- she was a vampire after all. Speaking with only her actions, she placed a cold hand on your face, trailing it along your cheekbone. Her eyes seemed to dart from the hand you held your stomach with, then back up to your eyes in one oddly slow motion, a small smile lingering on her face.

"you know" she begins in a softer voice, reaching a long finger and tracing it over the top of your nose, almost teasingly. Drusilla leaned her body closer to you, sitting further up on the couch and pushing her side into yours.

"how hungry I've been" her voice seemed to drop to almost a whisper, eyes narrow as she looks at you, erratic yet fixed only on you and your reactions to her words, as if finding a sense of stability only when in your presence. "Cant find a single good meal these days" she whispers, voice ragged

blinking down at her, you feel drusillla press her cheek against the side of your face, then the feeling of her cold, almost sandpaper like tongue grazing the corner of your mouth as she licks your face. You were confused, it was obvious what she was implying, but the both of you had been more serious than that. You weren't sure you were ready to kick things up a notch just yet-- you cared about her and loved more than anything to take care of her. what would happen when the roles reversed?

gasping, you pull back-- hands clutching the draping sleeves of her dress, making sure to look her in the eyes as you speak. "Dru, honey." you try to keep your voice firm, contrasting how much she was getting to you

"are you sure about this?" you moved one hand up to her face, knuckles grazing her cheek with a gentleness that took the vampire by surprise. Drusilla blinks against your cheek, her face close enough that you can feel her lashes brushing against your skin. She takes your face in her hands, forcing you to make eye contact with her.

"Darling" she murmurs, her voice that same low yet sharp sound

"I can help you. I can help you . . . .and get a nice little meal" smile on her face, she trails a long finger along your bottom lip, her thumb grazing your chin

"two birdies. . .with one stone" her eyes glint back at you as you try to search them for any signs of hesitation, of not wanting this-- you found none. Nothing but an uneven yet unwavering excitement and longing, all for you.

you sigh, what else could you do but return her look of longing and affection and nod back in response.

she reaches down, hand slow and shaking as she trails her fingers down your hips, tracing the curve of your body until her fingertips met the sensitive area on your inner thigh, grazing her hand along, trailing it further up as she went.

Now with your permission, Drusilla slides down your pants, leaving one hand rested on your hip as she undresses you, leaving your lower half bare and exposed.

hands on both of your knees, and her nails instants away from digging into your thighs, she moves your legs apart, her grip far stronger than you expected.

Drusilla brought her tongue to your clit, licking circles around it-- she continued ravaging your most sensitive parts, licking down your wet folds until she could slink her tongue inside of you, teasing your entrance before sinking her tongue as far inside as her body would allow. With the tip of her tongue pressed to your cervix, she gave you a small moment to adjust before moving inside of you her tongue moving at a ritualistically slow yet desperate pace, as if she had become consumed by the need to taste your blood-- drinking from you and taking her fill.

The scene before you was a harsh mix of intimate and disgusting, with Drusilla looking up and into your now glossy eyes, her face shifted from her usual one to her vampiric appearance, her fangs out, blood at the corners of her mouth, her hungry eyes boring through yours and into your soul. You let out a ragged gasp, watching as she licked her lips, tongue swiping away smears of your blood in one harsh motion.

leaning forward, she nuzzled her face against your inner thigh, nose pressed into your hip. thumb pressed to your clit, she pushed her hand closer, sinking two fingers into you and curling them up inside of you. Moving and thrusting her fingers inside of you, slowly coating them in your blood, Drusilla pumped you with a slow and steady rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to your high.

pulling out slowly after you came, your fluids mingling and mixing with your blood on her fingers. she let out a small moan, staring at the blood covering her fingers before her tongue darted out, hungrily licking away every last drop, every remaining smear.

She moved back to you, pressing her lips to your folds, licking up every inch of your heat. Drinking you in and lapping up the blood from your body with an almost hypnotic slowness that ruined you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure and insanity and pulling you right back down again until you were completely satisfied and could want nothing more than this; than to be in this moment.

slowly, and with a different gentleness that wasn't there before, she licks at your folds-- tongue reaching into every curve and crevice of your sex. Her tongue traced along every angle and dip inside of your body, gently lapping up the last of your blood-- her own way of cleaning you up, caring for you and making sure you weren't covered in blood.

Your lover paused, lingering there in her love-drunk state, her hazy and dazed eyes admiring the same look reflected back in your own.

moving up from her place between your legs, Drusilla climbed onto the couch, laying atop you and snuggling herself into your side, closing her eyes-- showing how content she was in your presence, trusting that you would take care of her and she could take care of you.

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Bases for buffy self inserts/ocs/characters! First two were made by me, while the last one was taken from an amazon product-- the og had Spike on it.

Tbh there definitely isn't enough people making weird ocs with complicated backstories in the buffy fandom.. we need more weird, confusing writing that wasn't done by Joss whedon <3

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Sooo, Not only does spike look a lot like Billy Idol but he was probably named after him too-- bill is short for William, and Billy Idol's full name is William (as is Spike's)

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Hunter x criminal!reader

Summary: when trying to capture a wild witch (you), Hunter runs into some trouble.

Fandom:The owl house

Note!!: tbh I'm trying to kick a c.ai addiction so if the writing style reeks of that I'm sorrs. this was loosely inspired by another fic. + Could be read as platonic

You had been on the run for months, though young, you were a witch refusing a coven, refusing education as long as belos had anything to do with it. Thus, society and any form of law enforcement had deemed you a criminal-- a lawless, wild witch on the run. And as far as you were concerned, that was how you would remain.

You couldn't care less about the emperor's coven, about what they enforced or anyone in it. You saw the laws as unruly, the emperor as tyrannical and any regulation to be only a suggestion. As a result, the night market was where you thrived-- buying, selling, you name it. Not only was it your main source of income as a struggling rouge teen, but it also held many illegal goods, which to you meant the source of your education and many good links to wild magic practice and study.

Slinking through the back alleys of the night market, dim lights shaking in your wake, you narrowly escape the swarm of guards approaching. Palisman in hand, you run from the scene -- not wanting to the bore of breaking out of conformatorium again like you had done so many times before.

Skidding around a sharp corner, you made the mistake of glancing behind you to face your pursuer.

-- the golden guard.

With barely enough time for you to think, you feel rope wrapping tight around your middle and the taste of dirt as you collapse, trapped and caught. You wriggle against the constricting ropes-- likely magical and too tight even for you.

You shoot the guard now hovering over you the most annoyed face you could, you shifted against the rope-- a hopeless attempt at escape; and spit out some of the dirt with a harsh noise.

"don't act cocky, criminal. Let's make this quick: I'll lock you up, you'll cooperate, and this will all go smoothly." He says, suave attitude that was clearly only a front he put on- his staff pointed down at you.

"as if" your eyes narrow at him, not hiding your distain in the slightest. you shift against the ropes, in an attempt to grasp your palisman. You glance to the side, frustration filling you as you slowly realize just how confining the rope actually is. Struggling, your expression doesn't falter when you lock eyes, his stern red pupils landing on your frame.

Not wanting to show any weakness, yet straining against the strength of the ropes, you say "I could break out easily, this is nothing. Even if you get me to the confirmatorium, it won't be for long" you know this is only a half truth, but it will have to do for now. You could break out of the contormitorium, but these ropes. . .they must have gotten new ones, or something.

His head snaps around, you were sure there was malice in his eyes-- if you could have seen them

"fight this and you'll be in the boiling sea. Forever. I will be taking you to the confirmatorium, so stop giving me that look" that. There. His stern tone, paired with his almost frantic demeanor. He had started slipping and was annoyed with you. You could use this, you thought

"I could break out easy peasy." You state it like its a fact, sticking out your tongue. You decided to mess with him as long as you were going to be tied up.

He lets out a rather exasperated sigh, and without much warning, grabs you by the shirt sleeve. "Oh right. Sure. Criminal." Tugging hard on the sleeve of your shirt with one hand and readying his staff for flight with the other, he dragged you towards it.

Tossing you onto the staff and motioning for you to sit on it behind him, he takes off for where you could only assume was the confirmatory. The cold flight wouldn't last long, as you drifted over a vast forest on the outskirts of the boiling isles, you felt the staff start to shake and jitter underneath you.

A sinking feeling filling you, you rush to reach for your palisman. As you do, The staff malfunctions, the red light sparkling into nothing and the rod falling to the ground along with the both of you.

You sank to the ground with a hard thud! Falling onto your back and turning over to try to get your bearings.

Feeling the earth around you as you come to from the fall, you notice the grass under your hands and realize where you are. The forest just outside of bonesburough. You dust yourself off and wobble to stand up, stumbling to your feet and glancing around.

"oh, witch. . .where are you?" He was desperate, searching aimlessly. He must have woken up before you, you figured.

"you know I can find you,. . .you couldn't have gone far. . . ." He mumbles the last part, only to himself and almost under his breath.

Hearing his voice, you rush to hide. To you, he's not much of an actual harm, but you start to panic when you feel nervousness rushing through you. Something about his voice made you shiver, more on edge than you expected to be.

You rush to the nearest building, and considering the wooded surroundings, that was pretty far away. Swinging your palisman underneath you and flying as fast as you could, you wound up near a back alleyway sitting on the side of a brick building. Stumbling up to it, you take out your palisman and run into the most darkened corner of the alleyway to hide from him.

Breath heaving from the run, you hope he can't find you behind the two very secluded buildings.

Cold air whipping your skin, You feel and hear his footsteps approaching, reaching again for your palisman, readying for his attack. You jerk your head around, and he was here. The thought of it was insane, but he must have heard your breathing or followed your footsteps. How could one person be that on-edge?

"hah! I've got you now, witch!"

Now more on guard, you fire a purple blast of magic in his direction. The golden guard dodged it and runs down the alley, continuing to pursue you. He stumbles, Caught off guard but still trying to pursue you, almost like something will happen if he doesn't.

"how can you . . ." Another blast, he dodges it ". . .be so" he teleports closer to you "slippery?!" He says, staff swinging in your direction, readying to capture you again.

Thinking with as much speed as you could, you expertly dodge the attacks he aims your way. Lunging towards the ground as you move.

Without warning, he teleported in front of you, still swinging. Blocking his attack with one of your own, you used your palisman's powers to zap his mask out of place, knocking it to the ground with a loud clatter.

"why-- you! -- " he reeled back, shocked.

Almost like the loss of his mask had changed something inside of him, he stumbled back, looking nearly defenseless.

"wait." You take a step closer to the seemingly weakend and panting Golden guard. "You look my age" you say it simply, observing him with wide eyes

"the emperor's coven only takes the best and the brightest, I was just recognized at a younger age." It nearly sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was you

You could feel a sudden shift in his demeanor, almost like the thought of the mission going awry ruined him. Sinking down to the ground with a hand running through his shaggy blond hair, the golden guard eyed you, a look that seemed almost like one of guilt. That or fear.

"I . . . Can't go back empty-handed. I have to bring you back."

As he speaks, his hands tremble. it's impossible to tell if he's thinking out loud or talking to you. Seeming genuinely panicked, you feel yourself more worried about him than you likely should be, considering his position.

"I can't disappoint belos." He wrings his hands as they shake underneath him

"well. . . Maybe I put up one hell of a fight. Maybe I was so strong and I nearly killed you" you start to stand up, stretching

"you. . what?"

With a snap of your fingers, his cloak becomes shredded and his gloves covered in dirt and his face a total wreck. You watch as your magic roughs him up and bends his staff until it's nearly snapped in half.

"hey! You'll pay for this! I can have you locked up! For good!" He leaps up on seeing the change, frantic.

Leaning on the nearby building and pointing at his staff, you casually muse "touch it. Your clothes"

Patting himself down, he looks up at you, nearly shocked

". . .an illusion."

"A strong one. It should last until you get back." You assured him.

You notice him looking from you to his palisman, then back to you, Hesitating.

An almost soft look on his face, the lamplight of the street hitting his face in an almost romantic way. he had one question. "Why?"

You shrug, it was a no brainer. The golden guard, surprisingly weak and surprisingly cute-- seemingly desperate and helpless. Why wouldn't you help him?

"Why not? You needed the help." You say it plainly, shrugging-- to you it was the most obvious thing ever. Enemy or not, You just helped him - it was nothing major, and he was clearly too stressed over something like capturing you. This way it benefitted both of you and hopefully kept him out of too much trouble.

He steps back, knowing he needs to leave before the both of you are caught, disbelief still written all over his face as he steps back a little warily.

He shakes his head, not able to fathom that someone would help him get out of something, much less a criminal like you. What was even going through your head? You were evil, the enemy, surely you were only doing this for your own gain or you wanted something in return, right? He tried to push those thoughts down and shift his focus to getting back before Belos had his head.

You notice him rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly and you nearly don't hear it when he lets out a small "thank you, witch."

Turning around and Walking backwards slowly, smile on your face, you yell "I have a name, you know!"

"Thank you, y/n"

"and uh, my name is Hunter." He says, still with some Hesitance in his voice.

With as much swiftness as he had hoisted you onto the staff with, he hopped up on the buffering, dying rod and flew off. You could barely blink before he became just a silhouette fading into the night sky.

You couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Nobody just acts that shaken up, no matter their position or rank. And in that moment as you watched him drift away from you, you felt the strong compulsion to protect him, paired with an odd feeling like you would see him again soon.

A/n - gahh this has been in my drafts for months. So glad to get it finished :p

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Woah! Is that an Intro???

Call me either martian or Cas! - he/they -

I mainly draw but don't post much of my art on here. <3

I used to be into fanfic writing a few years back and I'm trying to get better at it + hoping to improve by writing a ton.

I might add a masterlist if my work/writing starts to pile up, but I don't think I'll need one

I am a minor but I do have some nsfw drafts, and I'll most likely still post them-- here or otherwise.

I'd take most requests for the shows/people below + more depending on the request.

Fandoms (aka what I'll write/draw for):

The umbrella academy

The Beatles (mostly George + Ringo)

David Bowie

The owl house

Buffy the vampire slayer

The arcana

MAYBE Harry Potter

Miraculous ladybug (pre S6)

Thank u for reading/liking/whatever :3

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He's so cutsie <333

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I NEED a hunter toh fic inspired by skin by oingo boingo

"This is someone else's story

Someone that I never knew

This is someone else's body

Am I getting through to you?"

Tw: revised only a little

Note!!: I'm mid rewatch of toh, but I haven't got to hollow mind yet + don't remember much of it. This takes place post hollow mind tho. Also LOVE oingo boingo!! Song is so good

Sitting in his room, hands folded yet with a tight grip, a mind racing from everything he had seen and gone through, hunter thought it all over. Everything.

It ripped him apart just to fathom. The torture, the lies. Beneath all the fond and horrible memories, who was he if not just a disgusting extension of everything that emperor belos built.

He could hardly wrap his mind around it. And how could anyone expect him to?

A carbon copy of someone you can't become.

"If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?"

A recreation of something you never were. Shaking, shivering, and suddenly feeling like a foreigner to his own body, he subconsciously curls into himself on the bed.

Running a hand through his crooked hair, he shook subconsciously, slowly taking in the full gravity of his life.

Part of him knew that if he dwelled on it he would only sink deeper into it; losing himself in his own mind, but what did he care? What did he have to lose? Himself? He was already long gone. What could possibly help him out of this?

All these questions, all unanswered and doubts about his entire existence flooding his mind. It felt like an endless and undying pit of despair, ready to swallow him whole at any given moment.

Who was he? -- when it all came down to it, underneath it all, what could he be?

"If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?"

Under what belos molded him into, physically and otherwise. He physically couldn't find a clear sense of his identity under the guise of the lies he had known his whole life

Taking a shallow breath in, his eyes lilt shut, his body forcing him into sleep with exhaustion finally creeping up on him.

"Over years the walls have grown

Is there anybody in there

In this self inflicted tomb?

If you peel away the layers,

Is there someone in this room?"

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oooh yes! please let me know if these shades are okay - I wasn't sure if you wanted bright or neutral or more academia-y (happy to make adjustments!) 💖

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George Harrison x classmate reader

Warning: I'm projecting A LOT here. I think this ones gonna b kiiiiinda long but I did take my time on it

Summary: you go to a small school and seeing George is the highlight of your day. Something happens and a simple chemistry project brings the two of you together

Your painfully small school had always seemed rather dull to you.

It certainly was quite the contrast compared to the big city you had moved there from, cramped and uncomfortable to your wide and spacious. You didn't know hardly anyone, and the people who did know you found you too strange to like all that much. Someone so big-city and upfront like was usually a bit too much for these small town people. All this made your school life more boring and bordering on miserable for you.

As the days ran their course, dragging on slower than anyone would think possible, and it seemed there might not be anything good to this school or area. Seemed.

Except for those few times a week that would seem to brighten up your whole week, maybe whole month. Maybe longer. Those were the times when you got to your favourite class of the day, which was chemistry. This wasn't because of the classroom, or the teacher, or the coursework, or the students, but because of one specific student in that class that would always manage to catch your eye.

Most of the other students would avoid him due to his appearance, the stand-out leather jacket, the hulking messed up mat of hair. That coupled with the quiet and reserved air he had about him, people were either too intimidated by him or fawning over him. but God. You couldnt help but admire everything about him.

He played in a band, one that had recently gotten popular down at the local club, the cavern club. Everyone in the class knew that about him but most didn't realize how much his work consumed him. his tendencies to get distracted all class, his habit of falling asleep mid-lesson, him always being jittery or out of sorts because he would either be up so late playing a gig or practicing for the next one.

Everyone in the class knew that the cavern was an exclusive-type deal, with few becoming members in spite of its popularity. Your classmates from period to period would talk about how popular they were getting, so even you knew about the upcoming gig that the already infamous Beatles were set to play the following Saturday.

You noticed all his tendencies much more than you would ever like to admit. He would always be stamping one foot lightly, or humming a tune -- making the melody of what might be a new song. He would always fidget with his pencil in between working and had the horrible habit of not hardly getting any classwork done for one reason or another.

You were the one who was usally assigned to work on class projects with him, partially to help him up his grade, partially because you were the most neutral one in the class. Or so most people thought. You thought that too, for a long time. After all, it was you who least expected to fall so very hard for him in the way that you did.

His every motion, every word had you enchanted. You did try to work hard as you normally would, but he proved a decent distraction from the daily monotony. Through classes, you stole glances but tried not to stare. Through It was when you were assigned to a massive group project together, one that most of his (and your) grade was leaning on.

you hoped it would pose the perfect opportunity to get a little closer to him.

The project involves you both making a surprisingly large poster. How this would benefit you, you werent sure, but he needed the extra boost to his grade. Getting to work you both began cutting, pasting, writing, researching.

"feels a bit like kid's work, eh?" He would joke, smiling up at you In that toothy way he did.

You nod back shyly. It did feel pointless, childish. But you weren't one to complain. Not when you got a good excuse to spend time with him, at least.

The assignment proved tougher than you thought it would be, especially with the small work space given to you. It's not like they had much to work with in the first place; it was a small school in a town that felt even smaller. To say that you had limited resources would be a harsh understatement, but you had to work with it.

Though, limited resources did mean a small workspace, crowded and jammed next to all the other students in the small and yet claustrophobic classroom.

This meant that you shared the same tiny table space with George. It was certainly close quarters, Elbow to elbow and with hardy any room to move.

He would tape or glue down a part of the poster, only to look up and make eye contact with you, his soft brown eyes meeting yours. He would reach around you to grab a pair of scissors and you could hear his breathing, feel him hardy centimeters away from your body.

Then when you spaced out and he would tap your hand lightly to get your attention, the contact making you flush and tearing your attention back to the present moment. You didn't realize it but you had practically been staring, stumbling and been acting a shaky mess the entire time you worked.

It wasn't like he didn't notice this, of course he did. He almost found it funny. He would chuckle under his breath so you couldn't hear it when he caught you staring at him. Then, when he noticed how frazzled you got when he touched you, even in the smallest ways, he began doing it more often. Brushing his arm up against yours when he reached across the table or touching his hand to yours when passing you a pencil, subtle motions so you could feel him at all times.

When work on the project slowed down and you stood up to admire the work, George kicked his feet up on the table, and it seemed he was fumbling for a cig.

Reaching through the pocket of his leather coat, rummaging in search of the box he stops to look up and ask you if you "had a light on ya."

Before you reach to grab anything he says again "could really use it after all that" and shoots a wink in your direction.

You almost miss the subtle gesture, and barely catch onto his flirtation.

A bit flushed, you rummage through your sweater's thick pockets in search for the box of matches that you knew was buried there. Flipping the small box open and fumbling to light the match, you hold the flame up to his lips.

George leans back in his seat, taking a casual drag from the cig between his teeth. When he exhales the smoke, You almost swear that his eyes linger on you. It seems like hes taking In the sight of you, all your features from head to toe. You don't have much time to think on his stolen glances, however, as your professor calls the class' attention to her, making you both turn your heads.

The project has come to a close and all the students have to clean up supplies in preparation for whatever you all do next. The teacher instructs the class to put everything back in its place and you offer to run some things over to the trash.

"should I take this too?" You motion to a pile of glue and scissors.

"fine by me, though I would hate to make such a pretty lass do all the work"

He takes another drag of the cigarette, deliberately leaning away so the teacher wouldn't catch him in the act, keeping his eyes focused on you while he did so. "I'll get the paper scraps"

You nod, face a little flush as you picked up the scissors and glue, making your way over to the opposite side of the room. Your mind couldn't help but linger on the way he looked at you; that glint in his eyes, the toothy way he smiled and the almost teasing way that he approached talking to you.

You liked him, for sure. It was clear you were over the moon but now it felt like something was changing between the two of you.

You put the scissors back into their place, then walked over to where the glue was sitting.

He seemed to be . . . flirting? You thought that had to be the case with how he was acting. Though your fear told you otherwise. You worried he had caught on to your subtle affections, how could he though? when you hadn't even hinted at them. You didn't think you came off as obvious, did you? The thought crossed your mind that he probably just had a genuine interest in you, Could he like you back? In the same way?

You rolled the idea around in your head as you set the glue down, your thoughts running a mile a minute. Which, was in fact too fast for you to notice that you had left your box of matches sitting on the table next to George. You hadn't time to notice how he, out of fear of the teacher catching him smoking, of course, had taken the box of matches in his hand. And you were far too focused to notice how he took the pen used for the project and scrawled out his phone number on the inside flap of the box.

So you turn around and you walk back to George to see him setting the matchbox down at your seat and standing up "ya left this" he said simply as he shuffled over to the trash can to toss the scraps out.

unaware of what he had done, you slip the box of matches back into their place in your pocket and think nothing of what happened.

as the project wraps up and the class prepares to leave, George turns to face you

“ey, thanks for the help. I’d be failing without ya”

smiling you say “not a problem. Always” as you slide back down into your chair, the bell for that period rings, signaling the end of the class.

As the day came to a close and you got home, you settled down back at your house.

You flipped out a cigarette, and, Rummaging through your jackets pocket, you pulled out your matchbox, opening it to find a number signed with "call me - geo <3"

your face flushes.

You had a spare minute and this almost gurenteed that he had been flirting. What else was there to do but phone him?

In more of a hurry than you expected to be in, you rushed for the phone and dialed each number on the box, anxiously awaiting his answer. Luckily, he was probably near the phone and picked up right away.

"y/n? This you? I can't believe you actually called!'

He seems excited. Oh he seems excited.

"of course I would. How could I not" You respond simply

"y'know, I wanted to phone ya to tell ya something. You ever hear of the cavern club, y/n?"

Was he about to ask you out to a club? Dancing with George sure sounded fun. You had heard of the cavern, of course you had heard of the cavern. Everyone knew of it and everyone knew George played there.

"course I've heard of it. Don't you play in a band there?"

"ya. The Beatles, we've been playing non-stop lately. Getting bigger, I think"

George pauses, leaving a small opening for you to say something but you stay silent.

"ever been?' he questions

"no, but I'd like to" you respond.

"you really should go, I'd love to have you there. We could have a bite to eat after?"

'Yeah! That sounds nice" you say, excited and surprised by his offer

"would be nice to have such a pretty bird keeping me company"

You rush to respond but before you get the chance George shoots you a hurried "hope to see you there!" And you hear the line go dead leaving you to assume he's put the phone down. In spite of him, his nerves had got the best of him as he set down the telephone and slumped over next to it. Nerves on high, the only thing George could do was hope that he didn't offend you and hope you showed up to catch his show.

And that's exactly what you would do. After he gave you the rest of the details in the middle of chemistry, you knew you wanted to go.

So that same Saturday you got ready to go to his gig. You put on what you assumed was the most rockin outfit you owned. Your same leather coat paired with a dark sweater that complimented it and your shoes. You fumbled through your pocket for the membership card to the cavern he had given you, pulling it out of your jacket pocket to eye it. Feeling the smooth surface of the pamphlet you had signed, you couldn't help but get excited for his show. Your heart raced at the thought of him onstage, his hands against the fretboard and his eyes lowered to look your way as you smiled from the audience. Would he wink up at you? And what would he be like afterwards?

You had to save these thoughts for later as you got to the club, music filling the air and people, some familiar and some foreign, crowding the surrounding area.

You checked in with the membership paper, then stepped into the crowded club, unsure of how things would all turn out but excited to finally get to see more of George.

As the music filled the air and people crowded the floor, you wandered over to your seat for the show.

George played and he definitely played well. They all did, of course they did. The performance was a few other bands on first, then they came on fourth. The Beatles did a few covers, none all that bad; you liked the show and you swore you could see George stealing glances at you as you smiled up at them.

The show came to a close and some folks stayed around. Fangirls, admirers, friends of the members and a handful of people there to cheer on the bands that had given their performances.

Glancing around, you scanned the small bar for any sign of George or the other Beatles. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a whistle come from across the cluttered area.

Turning around, you saw George winking at you and gesturing for you to walk over and join him. You noticed his mates were off making talk with some other fans, so that left the two of you alone together.

"y/n! Almost didn't think you'd come. So how'd you like the show?"

"oh, it was great! I can definitely see why you're all local celebrities" you nudge George, joking a little bit

George leans down to look you in the eye and motions over to the bar nearby "what do you say we get us something to eat, huh?" He looks over to his band mates, signaling for them to let him leave you to it, to which he was met with chuckles and whistles from John and Paul.

You nod up at him, a shy smile on your face. George guides you over to a table in a secluded area of the cavern.

George looked down at you, menu in hand " they've got real good sandwiches here, y'know. Good bar food too."

A short pause

He nodded at you "dyou know what you want?"

You glanced down at the menu, then back up at him. The two of you seemed to hold eye contact for a moment, long enough for you to catch a loving look in his eyes before you passed the menu back to him saying "I think I'll have whatever you get"

George walked over to get order, leaving you at the table alone, but only for a brief moment.

The food was quick to get to you, and, he was right. It sure was good, even if a little overcooked but definitely way better than you expected it to be.

George ate quickly, almost like eating the cavern's food had become second nature to him with all the long nights he had spent there.

"howre ya liking it?" He asked as you took your first bite, he smiled down at you between mouthfuls of food.

"it's good" you replied.

In one moment, the room filled with soft music as another band came onstage to play a simple melody, you assumed they were only there for the sake of background noise.

As the night winded down, you and George ate to the sounds of the soft melodies drifting through the air.

You observed the band from across the room. They seemed to be a jazz group, and a rather small one for the kind of music that they played. In spite of this, the tune they had going seemed to be both dance-worthy and soothing to all the people in the club.

You got so lost in the atmosphere that almost didn't notice when George spoke to you, absentmindedly

"y'know, I was right nervous to call you. Ya should've seen me, making the whole telephone shake like that"

You weren't sure how to respond but it didn't seem you needed to, since he had more to say

"I've always fancied you, y/n."

George picked up his fork and made like he was playing with his food as he looked up at you, a sort of longing in his eyes.

"you're so smart. Bloody smart, cute, Witty, all those nice words"

You look up at him in surprise, as you feel your face grow redder. you don't know what else to do. You had suspected something like this but had no idea he would be so open about it. Maybe he was only trying to flatter you?

"right. If I keep freting over this it's gonna eat me alive" he continues, setting down his food to look you right in the eye, then taking your hands in his own.

"y/n. Ah. . . I know this might be a bit soon but, is this be a date?"

You glance back up at him, slightly surprised. Now you don't think he's just laying on the flattery.

"I'd. . I would like it to be. If you want it to be" you hesitate, his nerves wearing off on you

"right. Wait, really?" He beams that toothy grin of his, leaning over the table to look in your eyes

"yes, really! I've had the hots for you for a minute, George."

His eyes and smile widen

"Bloody hell. I hardly noticed! I was worried that I was coming on too strong. Huh."

Shaking your head, you assured him that wasn't it at all.

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The chairs scratching against the floor, George and you both stood up at the same time, preparing to leave.

George looks behind you, like he's just noticed something. Turning around in your seat, you notice paul motioning over to him.

He walks over to Paul, you guessed that he had to remind him of something.

"Well, I've gotta run back and grab my guitar. Looks like I left it backstage."

George was back, standing next to you and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

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It gets better // Five Hargreaves x sick!reader

Summary: Five Hargreaves x reader where reader is very sick, only from a common cold. can be read as platonic!!

Warningz: this takes place in S3. Mainly bcs I'm rewatching it rn.

Note: rushing to get this done before I'm not sick anymore :/ divider by @enchanthings

It gets better - AlicebanD

you've been sick for almost a week now, which, for you, was odd. You were one of the members of the sparrow academy who had survived fighting with the umbrellas. Due to your powers being similar to Five's and rather useful to the group, the umbrellas decided (with some disagreeing) that you should stay with them.

you had been with them for only a few months now, which allowed some of the siblings to get to know you. You were on decent terms with most of them, and were more friendly, suprisingly, with Five; the oldest who appeared youngest. He would spend more time with you because he knew you had a time-related power like his, and thought of the potential that you could somehow, some way, fix up the kugelblitz.

now, in these few months you'd gone out to check up on your siblings once or twice, with Sloane or one of the Umbrellas always trying to talk you out of it. Those times, and the times when five would drag you out of the hotel on some mission were the only times that you even left the Hotel. And yet somehow, you had come down with a cold. A bad cold.

it had you sick for nearly a week now, and it didn't seem to be letting up in the slightest. This was unusual to the members of the umbrella academy, as they didn't get I'll very often. And even as a sparrow, the case was the same for you; And in spite of this, you couldn't seem to get any better.

Out of all the people you were staying with, five seemed to be the most worried about you in your current state. You wondered if it was because he saw you as his way home, or if he was using you in any way. Typically he would never act the way he was right now. He was completely out of sorts, hardly getting any sleep and constantly freting over you, making sure that you had any medicine you needed to get better.

All of his siblings were beyond surprised at his behavior, they didn't really know how to receive the way he's been acting. He's giving you almost round the clock attention and care. When he isnt checking up on you or refilling your glass of water or finding painkillers or preparing food for you, he is likely hard at work, brainstorming more ways to help you feel better. This was completely out of character for the typically stone cold boy who was sarcastic towards others at best. But to be caring and doting almost like a mother hen? What have you done to him?

But he couldn't help it. It was in his nature to try to find solutions to things that needed solving. But above all that, he was worried sick for you. And Five seemed to find himself caring about you in a genuine way that he expressed naturally, even more than he did with his siblings. Five had only known you for a few months, but had come to form a connection with you; the two of you bonding over your shared abilities and struggles regarding time travel.

It was due to this common ground you two had that he would develop this much care towards you. As he was tending to you, he would leave you to catch up on sleep during the nighttime and would dote on you during the day. It was during one of these nights that it happened, he finally did it! After weeks of you being bedridden under his care, five had found something that he thought would help. He wasn't totally positive about it, but it had to work this time, he thought. It was a medicine he had made himself that would enhance your power, channeling the strength from your abilities and using it to fight off the illness. It seemed like his best shot so far.

He immediately ran out of his shared bedroom, swinging the door shut before bolting to your room. In spite of the late hour, Viktor opens the door, letting his brother in while rubbing his own tired eyes. Viktor didn't need to ask why five was here, considering this had happened a time or two before, but he had never seemed to be in this much of a hurry. The boy rushed past him and over to where your bedside sat, gently shaking you awake.

"y/n, y/n" five sounded almost frantic. He knew this would work. It had to.

He shook you gently "I need you to wake up."

Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you feel the now familiar discomfort of trying to wake up when sick. Your bones ache underneath you as you do your best to prop yourself up in bed.

He passes a medicine cup in your direction as you strain to sit up.

"Take this. I made it different this time. It will help, trust me y/n."

You took it from him, taking a good swig of the medicine without question. You trusted him more than you probably should have, considering the short period of time you had known each other. But the feeling was mutual at least.

As the night passed by, you fell back into sleep, and five went back to his room, giddy with anticipation he didn't expect to have.

In spite of how many times in the past he had said the same thing to you, "it will help this time, trust me." This time, unbelievably, it seemed to actually take effect.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt refreshed in a way you had almost forgot that you could. Hell, you had been sick for so long that it almost felt strange to feel normal again.

The first thing five did when he woke up was check up on you, expecting you to still be as sick as you have been. To his surprise, you were sitting upright talking to his siblings; already awake, above all you seemed so much better than you had been. Upon seeing you, be was filled with an unexpected rush of emotions. All of his efforts, and he was finally seeing results. He had worked so hard to get you better, hardly realizing that he had grown to care more about you when tending to your needs so frequently.

Before he could think about how he would look, about it would damage his ever unwavering pride, he ran up to you. You almost jumped when he pulled you into a tight, remarkably stiff, but loving hug.

Now that he had you, he couldn't stand to lose anyone anymore. He wouldn't let it happen. And, Above all else, he was so, so thankful that you were okay.

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"I wanna be your man" - George Harrison x actress! reader

Summary: George is working on the film A Hard Day's Night and notices an actress in the same studio.

A/n: This takes place during the filming of a hard days night, but patties kinda just not mentioned. Love her but I had to kill her off for this one. Also, I know almost nothing about the filming process so this is inaccurate

George Harrison is in the middle of filming one of what he didn't know would be many Beatles films. It was a hard days night, midway through one of the many scenes of the movie where the band plays a show.

The four men were giving it their all for the scene, and George had his hand on the frets, strumming along to the song as he typically would.

He's played this so many times that it's almost second nature to him, so when he feels himself getting lost in it, just going with the motions, he glances upwards. Continuing to play his guitar, he smiles his cheeky smile up at the cameramen and future audience.

When in the back of the recording room a door opens, and you, a popular actress enters the studio and carefully weave behind all the cameras.

You walk behind the film crew working on set, turning to someone in the back, out of view from George. You start talking to them, presumably asking when you would be on next.

Now, you may have been far out of his line of sight, but don't think that doesn't mean that George didn't notice how beautiful you look. He let his gaze stray from the cameras when he noticed you, potentially one of the most attractive people he had ever seen.

If he wasn't so used to playing, he likely would have forgotten what chord came next.

But in spite of your definite distraction, he continued playing just as perfectly as he typically would.

Soon enough, the song wraped up, as did the scene of the film. You're getting ready to walk out the door, now that you know the answer to the question you came to ask. Out of curiosity, You turn to catch a glance at the popular band on set before leaving, and as you do, the guitarist gives a wink in what was certainly your direction. You smile and wave back in at the charming man before rushing out of the room, not wanting to distract the cast more than you already have.

Walking into the hallway, you try to steal one more glance back, but to no avail. You find yourself walking back to your dressing room with only one thing on your mind, him.

Barely 20 minutes and a song or two later, the director calls for a break. All the members heave a heavy sigh and put their various instruments down; Ringo standing up, and the rest slinging a guitar or bass over and off of their heads.

Paul wipes beads of sweat off of his forehead, and leads the group out of the studio as they all get ready for their lunch break.

Outside the packed recording room, the enter into a hallway, which lead outside, where they decided to go, all of them in desperate need for fresh air.

They all got to talking about where they should eat or what to eat. John and Paul disagreed on this and seemed to be arguing, while Ringo was sat on the curb, unpacking a lunch he had brought with him, slipping part of a sandwich between his lips.

Amidst this, George was too focused on the thought of you to concentrate as he should.

He knew he ought to find something to eat, or at least brainstorm to get you off his mind. You were only a stranger, someone who worked for the studio, but most likely, he probably wouldn't get many chances to see you again. Even so, your beauty was striking to him. You stood out, even against the glamour of the other film stars he'd seen. Somehow, you were different, and the way you carried yourself made you seem like the camera should be pointed your way constantly. He could hardly ignore you.

His train of thought comes to an abrupt halt when John and Paul question him. "George. Mate, you gonna eat anything?"

This was what made him snap out of the trance he was in, looking up at his bandmates and shaking his head slightly "yeah, yeah. Just thinkin'"

At that, John shot him a slightly questioning look, as George wasn't usually this out of it. Paul eyed him sceptically but they both shrugged, dismissing the peculiarity.

John spoke up next with "right. Just don't forget to eat. We're on again soon."

George nods again in response, glancing around and stepping closer to the building before turning back to the group. He pauses before starting to speak again, the look flashing in his eyes is almost one of nervousness

"I think I left my wallet in the studio" George pats his pockets, trying to make what was only a ploy to get in to see you seem all the more believable. The rest of the band look at him even more skeptically now, but allow him to leave without a word.

"I'll run back and get it" he continues, turning around on his heels and stepping back through the studios doors, leaving the band on the steps.

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As George pushes open the glass door to enter the studio, his eyes scan the room as he looks across the camera crews and hoards of people preparing for different scenes, different acts. He stands, borders on staring for a moment.

he had planned this out, knowing that he wanted to see you again, maybe talk to you but he wasn't all that sure where to go from here. He walks back into the back hallway from which you had entered the recording room, opting to wander aimlessly in search of the beauty he had seen.

He expected himself to act more shyly than he did, as he strolled without hesitation in the direction of that same recording room. He wasn't sure where he could expect to see you again. He didn't know it but you were a popular up and coming actress who had risen in popularity in the past few months. He had been far too busy touring and getting caught up in the insanity of beatlemania to think twice about current trends.

He walked down the hall, not sure who to ask for you or if you would even still be there. He felt confident enough that he would find you eventually, so he continued on through the busy rooms of the studio.

As George turned the corner, preparing to enter the recording room, thinking up a fib to feed the directors about his missing wallet, he saw you.

It took him by surprise, seeing you in an entirely different and glamorous outfit. He could instantly tell the role you were playing, he had heard one of the other actors going on about some famous bird who played a cold widow in a new film. George knew this had to be you. You had on a small black slip dress covered by a striking fur and mesh robe of the same color. The outfit gave you an almost imposing air about you that no one could ignore. But that wasn't all, it was The way you carried yourself which was was even more impressive. The way you interacted with the other characters, an intimating gaze that made it seem like you hadn't a sympathetic bone in your body.

You fit yourself perfectly into the role And, though he couldn't make out what you were saying through the glass, it was plain to see. You were a skilled actress, and it sure showed.

As the scene closed, you waltzed over in the direction of the glass separating you from the Beatle, graceful in your every step. Though he hadn't realized it, George had been nearly been staring at you, his gaze lingering on you in his sheer awe of you. Smirking down at him, he blinks back to reality when you kneel down and wave gently at him, then motioning for him to come closer to you.

George takes a few steps towards the glass, turning to look at you as you rush towards the door, then join him on the other side. Still in your glamours attire, you rush to George's side. "You're the Beatle, that quiet one." You start

He nods back at you "George"

"y/n" you smile that same glowing smile down at him, a warm beam to your presence.

"I've seen parts of your film, and your music. Oh, your music is lovely. That song you sing on, oh, what is it?"

George finds himself surprised at just how chatty you are; tough to keep up with, almost.

"I'm happy just to dance with you? We do that one a few times, I think."

"Oh, yes! That one!" You cusp your hands together excitedly "I'm happy just to dance with you. You sound so good on that!"

George can't help but shoot you an awkward toothy smile in return, almost embarrassed by your attitude.

"my. You really think that? I wrote it myself y'know"

"ah! Cute and talented! You're just about perfect" you smile, something the camera would have loved were it meant for an actor or someone playing the role of your sweetheart

George takes a breath in, not expecting you to be so confident. Though, you were a leading actress. Why wouldn't you be sure of yourself?

You both pause, each eyeing the other. You looked at him like you were intent to get something that he has and his gaze was filled with something patient, something determined and with some quiet hesitation buried under it all.

You finally speak, clearing your throat a little

"I'm on break now, y'know. How about some tea? Maybe lunch? I know a place nearby y'know." You tilt your head down at him, hopeful.

He blinks back at you, surprise and hints of bashful delight playing on his face.

"course! I'd like that." George leans back, rubbing the back of his neck shyly

"it's only a short walk away, so you should be back by the time you have to be on again" you reassure him, already walking towards the door.

Pushing the door open, you slide off your robes, revealing the slip underneath.

The light from outside spills onto your figure, he hopes you can't notice how he eyes you; almost in awe of how the sunlight illuminates your features.

Passing by the other members, they all seem to notice the two of you, John throwing whistles in your direction.

"who's the bird?" Ringo motioned to him before you both left, still mid bite on his sandwich.

George walks over to him and leans down "an actress, workin with the company. Shes fine, trust me. be back in twenty" he assures

The both of you hurry away as the rest of the bandmates just look from one to the other, John with a smug look on his face and Paul nearly choking on his drink.

Arriving at the small coffee shop, you both sat down to get some tea. Straightening your skirt, you turn to George with a smile on your face.

You order quickly, and the waiter seems to recognize you, getting the small order out for you two quick-- though the cafe was almost empty save for you and George.

"so, hows your film coming along? Such good songwriters, I've seen how good you all are at acting too." You say between bites of your food, careful not to get anything on your well put together outfit. You smile as you watch him fumble for his teacup.

George takes a sip of the tea sat in front of him, taking in what you said and blinking back up at you

"suprisingly well, it can be right demanding though." He sets the cup down with a small clink

"oh, I get that, believe me." You shake your head in agreement.

"working for hours, just to get it right for someone else" you continue, taking another bite of the small sandwich you had ordered.

He nods, sharing in your pain as much as he was able. "They've got us playing our songs between acting. Not much break time, too."

You let out a small whistle. Getting the whole band together to play between parts must be rough. You had done some musicals in the past, but those didn't involve an entire band setting up on set-- that was a whole different ballgame.

For a moment you and George share glances- a sip of tea, then a stolen glance or accidental eye contact. Something that would likely be awkward but felt oddly natural to the two of you-- just silently admiring each other, as if there was an unspoken mix of respect and affection, one that hardly needed to be announced. It could be felt in every glance and every breath and silent gaze or word. And both of you knew it, could tell how intrigued and awestruck you had both become.

With a sudden motion You turn your torso to face the clock, and, realizing what time it was, you dusted off your plate, cleaning off the area around it and pushed yourself out of your chair.

"this is where we part, George." You start, voice wistful. "My break ends in two minutes" you let out a soft laugh, trying to make light of it in spite of how sad you were that this had to end.

He understands,

Cupping your face in his hand, George plants a kiss gently onto your cheek. His lips are rough, yet have this lingering gentleness to them that made you long for him to keep them there.

You hardly realize it, but he has to lean up to reach your height.

You beam down at him, one hand on the side of his face; smiling genuinely at his kiss. "We should really see each other again. Call me. Yeah?"

George nods up at you and winks, the bells on the cafes door ringing behind him as you watch him leave.

Hands clutching your purse, you gaze at his figure as he walks back to the studio. You can't help but be more and more hopeful as you follow him, steps falling in line with his as your mind races over where this new relationship with George might lead you.

A/n: gahh! So excited to finally publish this. Really proud of it :)