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Its cold, can we cuddle? Blurbs Bob Reynolds and John Walker separate. Both start the same :)

⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧ Bob Reynolds: 451 words ⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧

Hearing a knock on your door when you were half asleep was not the most pleasant experience. Having to get up to check the door was somehow even worse. The A/C was broken, Bucky had told you all earlier that evening. Someone tried to hack the damn thing to melt us out of the building, only to do the exact opposite and practically freeze the building from the inside out.

The rigidness of the cold air you had been trying to escape caught up to you, almost making you ditch the door entirely until the knock came again. You looked through the partly frosted over peephole, seeing the repeat offender still knocking on your door.

“Hi.” A small whisper hit your ears, Bobs voice somehow quieter than normal.

He looked like a lost puppy, staring at you with wide tired eyes and a blanket wrapped around him far too tightly. You felt bad, letting him just stand in the hallway so you motioned for him to come into your just as cold room which he quickly followed.

“You okay Bob?” You mumbled, trying to ignore the shivers wrecking your body.

“Yea yea it’s just.” He trailed off, trying to pull the small blanket against himself more. “It’s really cold.”

You were already bundled back under your mountain of covers at this point, not willing to be stuck out in the cold any longer. You hummed in agreement, just watching him as he nervously bounced from side to side on the balls of his feet.

Part of you wanted to wait for him to ask you, you knew what he wanted, there was no real other reason he'd knock on your door this late. But, watching him shiver while nerves kept him from speaking felt almost mean.

"Do you want to cuddle?" You giggled, smiling wide at the mans bright reaction.

He nodded rapidly, only aiding in the chorus of laughter leaving you. Bob practically ran towards your bed as you lifted up the covers, motioning him to join you.

Despite the cold air he was warm, a sigh left you at the sudden comfort. Bob curled into you as if you were the warm one, burying his head into the crook of your neck with a smile. His arms were around your waist, keeping you as close to him as he possibly could.

Brown hair tickled your jaw, causing you to shiver due to something other than the cold. This made Bob bury himself deeper into you, spreading the warmth of his body heat across your upper body. He kept mumbling to himself, a trait that seems to never leave him no matter what the situation.

"You smell nice."

"Thanks Bob.

⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧ John Walker: 482 ⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧

Hearing a knock on your door when you were half asleep was not the most pleasant experience. Having to get up to check the door was somehow even worse. The A/C was broken, Bucky had told you all earlier that evening. Someone tried to hack the damn thing to melt us out of the building, only to do the exact opposite and practically freeze the building from the inside out.

The rigidness of the cold air you had been trying to escape caught up to you, almost making you ditch the door entirely until the knock came again. You looked through the partly frosted over peephole, seeing the repeat offender still knocking on your door.

John had a slight frown on his face, oblivious to you looking through the door. You couldn't really tell if he was upset at you or if he really just had a resting pissed off face. Pulling the door open you caught him off guard, causing him to almost fall as he was preparing to knock once again.

"Is there a reason you're banging on my door?" You groaned, matching the look on his face in your tone.

"Wanted to make sure you hadn't frozen to death, I'm checking on everyone." His matter of face words had you doubting him, but the idea of him waking Alexi in this chill almost made you laugh.

"I'm fine Walker." You tried to show a smile, teeth clattering in the cold. "Really wish I could get warm but I'll live." He smiled back, soft almost unnoticeable, but you still saw.

He seemed almost awkward, shuffling on his feet nervously as he stood in the freezing doorway, acting as if there was no issue. Blue eyes were stuck on you, he wanted to say something, but you'd never predicted what.

"You know, people can transfer body heat if they're in close proximity." His voice was almost a whisper. "If you're really cold, that might help." His nervousness gave you confidence, now that you knew what he'd really wanted.

"You going around offering everyone your body heat Walker?" You had to stifle your laughter at his offended face, looking at you as if you'd just shot him.

He had a pout on his face you'd never seen from him. "Do you want it or not." He groaned, starting to tap his foot in some faux anger.

You turned with a laugh, making your way back towards the bed. John followed close behind, mimicking your movements as you crawled into the pile of blankets.

John laid down flat on his back, allowing you to move onto his chest with ease. He quickly pulled multiple of the blankets over your shoulders before sliding his hands to the middle of your back, drawing absent minded patterns through your shirt.

"Better?" He whispered, and you could practically hear the smile on his face.

"Much better."

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Guys my bestie is such a good writer

Hike Date

notes: thanks to bestie @plutodexay for the prompt idea! And also being my friend you're a pretty cool person. Also to everyone else reading this, sorry my oneshots are kinda short for now! Working on making them longer :)

pairing: sejanus x covey!reader

warnings: none! Love sick Sejanus we love to see it

words count: 1k

"You still with me, Sejanus?" You asked, turning around to check on him.

It had been your idea to take him out for a hike, to give yourself some privacy after Lucy Gray had invited him and Coriolanus to the lake.

You didn't mind Coriolanus's presence... yet. He was from the Capitol and a peacekeeper, but he was also kind enough to Lucy Gray, and even brought them ice once! He made her happy, so all the Covey had decided they'd give him a shot.

And Sejanus? Sejanus was different.

First of all he was from District 2, as he always made sure to mention to anyone who didn't know. He was kind like Coriolanus, but a different type of kindness. Coriolanus was nice to Lucy Gray, Sejanus was nice to everyone. Although, you liked to think he had a soft spot for you.

Which only seemed to be proven by the way he had eagerly nodded at your offer to walk away from the group for a while, as Lucy Gray hadn't helped herself and let out an amused chuckle.

"Y-yeah. Right behind." Came his response, poor Sejanus sounding terribly out of breath. You chuckled and stopped walking, sitting on a rock with your legs crossed waiting for him to catch up.

Ever since the first moment you two met, you knew you felt something for Sejanus. At first you had brushed it off as good company, but the more he hung out with you, the more you felt your heart race anytime he'd smile at you.

He had such a wide smile, Sejanus. Wide and happy, like he couldn't feel any other way, not even if he tried to.

"S-sorry. I'm here. All good. We can keep going now." He said when he finally caught up. But he wasn't even looking at you, too busy crouching on the ground to catch his breath. He leaned against the rock you were sitting on, squeezing his eyes closed as the sun hit his face. You bit your lip trying not to laugh at how exhausted he was, clearly not used to long hikes. You looked down the hill, where Lucy Gray and the others were still visible, enjoying themselves in the water.

"Tired already? We're not that far, we can still see them down there!" You teased him. Sejanus frowned and moved his head to observe, waving his hand in a dismissive way when he noticed you weren't wrong.

"Yeah well, I wouldn’t survive a jump to the lake from here. So, to me, it's far enough." He replied, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he pretended to be upset at you.

You shook your head and laughed, crossing your arms. "I thought they trained you better at your peacekeepers camp."

Sejanus laughed with you, finally sitting up to face you properly. "They did, but this isn't helping much." He said, pointing to his left leg. "I hurt myself, back in the Capitol. I'm fine now, but too much effort still brings me pain sometimes."

It was your time to frown now, as you looked at him with worry and confusion on your face. "Why did you come with me then? You could have told me, I would have understood." You assured him, suddenly feeling guilty about the whole situation.

Sejanus smiled and shook his head, taking your hand in his and softly rubbed his thumb over your palm. "I wanted to. I love hanging out with the Covey, but I'd lie if I said I didn't want to spend some time alone with you." He confessed, looking away and squeezing your hand a little. "Besides, where else am I gonna get this view?" He smiled, turning to look at you for a second before bringing his focus elsewhere.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words, nervously licking your lips as Sejanus kept staring at the mountains behind you, his thumb never interrupting the movement against your hand. "You know," you began, wondering where you were even finding the confidence to speak now, "I have a foolproof method to heal injuries. Instantly heals you."

Sejanus's head snapped again towards you. "Really?" You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "Now I'm intrigued. Care to try it?" He asked, that wide smile you adored so much never leaving his lips as he left your hand to slightly raise his pants over the ankle.

You nodded again and knelt down next to him, moving your hair to the side to leave a short kiss on where he had hurt himself. You then proceeded to pull the pants back down, lightly patting on it as you offered him a smile.

"Does it hurt much still?"

Sejanus was staring at you with wide eyes and his lips parted, shaking his head. "Uh, no. Not at all, actually. Does it work for dehydration too?"

You tilted your head confused. You decided to humor him, to understand what he was trying to say. "Never tried it. Why?"

"It's so hot today, my very much dehydrated lips could definitely use some help right now."

Your eyes went wide for a second before bursting out laughing. Sejanus pouted dramatically, pretending to be offended. "Wow. Am I that bad at flirting?"

You took a few deep breaths in to stop yourself from laughing, waving your hand no. "Of course not, sorry. It's not funny at all." You said, though you didn't sound very convincing as you were still trying hard not to laugh.

Sejanus jokingly rolled his eyes and looked away. You cleared your throat and moved closer to him, using your hands to gently turn his head towards you. "I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it." You told him, before finally leaning in.

You could feel the smile on his lips as you kissed him, his hands immediately grabbing your waist to keep you steady, as if you were gonna run away if he was to let you go. You momentarily broke the kiss, chuckling. "So? Still dehydrated?"

Sejanus tilted his head and looked up, pretending to be lost in thought. "Hm, well. I'm not sure. Maybe you should give it another try?" You nodded and let your lips curl into a wider smile, Sejanus's hands holding you even tighter as you crashed your lips into his once more.

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It's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

notes: i swear my hiking date fic with sejanus is on the way but !! Had this idea yesterday and thought it was super sweet, so enjoy <33 I'm also well aware this is really not how people donate blood, but let's pretend it is to make this work 🙏

pairing: medic!sejanus x gen!reader [modern au]

warnings: none except reader does blood donation, if it triggers anyone! pure fluff :)

words count: 1k

"No I can't this morning, I'm going to donate blood, remember?" You had to turn off your friend's offer of a morning jogging, much to her disappointment.

"Ugh, not nice of you. It's like, the third time this week?"

You shook your head and laughed. "It's definitely not. You should try it too, you know? It's my small part to make the world better."

"Uh, sure. And the fact that the doctor is cute is just a bonus, right?"

You felt yourself blushing, thanking God your friend couldn't see you over the phone. "Yes. Mere coincidence."

It wasn't, of course. The first time it had been, but who could blame you for wanting to see doctor Plinth more often after that? Especially as you were too shy to ask him out. You weren't doing anything wrong! You weren't even flirting with him, keeping everything as professional as you could.

So you directed yourself to the hospital a few minutes after ending the call, trying to slow the beating of your heart down. It's just a crush. You can keep it at bay, it's just a crush, you kept repeating to yourself. As if you hadn't booked blood donation appointments just to see him. You had often wondered if it could be considered a sad and ridiculous behaviour, but no one else knew, so who could judge you really?

You sat in the waiting room, bouncing your leg nervously. It wasn't normal to get so worked up over barely seeing a guy. Was it? You felt your heart speed up the longer they kept you waiting, as your brain went over all the situations that could have happened once inside the room. You were never going to build up the courage to ask him out, but... maybe small talk?

When the nurse finally called your name - you were the last one in queue - you immediately snapped your head up, eyes widening. "Y-yes, I'm here."

He's just a guy. I can't be this nervous to see a guy.

And then, finally- "Morning, doctor Plinth." You greeted shyly. He looked up from his desk and smiled widely at you, standing up to shake your hand.

"Welcome back! If it isn't my favourite donor."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from blushing too much and attempted a chuckle. "I bet you say that to everyone."

"Only when I mean it." He said, winking at you. You were basically going on fire by now, eyes widening as you tried to brush it off with an awkward cough. Sejanus smiled and invited you to sit on the chair, preparing everything for the blood draw.

You couldn't help but think how cute he looked, so focused on the needle, gently brushing the cotton wool soaked in pink liquid on your arm. He took the tourniquet and tightened it around your arm. This is my chance. You thought, taking a deep breath in. "This is the hardest bit for me."

Sejanus looked up, frowning amused. "Really? The tourniquet? Not the needle I'm about to insert in your veins?" He chuckled, making you smile.

"It picks at my arm's hair. Besides, it's like the quiet before the storm." You explained, looking down, suddenly embarrassed of having spoken up in the first place. The beatings of your heart increased again, and you could only be thankful you could blame it as stress for the injection.

"I guess it makes sense. It's kind of deep, actually." Sejanus hummed and nodded, clearly trying to fight the smile growing on his lips. You couldn't help but smile as well, feeling proud for having gotten a smile out of him. It happened often, now that you thought of it. He was probably just really nice.

"Okay. Ready? The hard part is over anyway." He asked, a playful smile on his lips. You zooned out only an instant to focus on the way his eyes shined under the sunlight reflecting through the window - which you prayed he didn't notice - and then nodded, clearing your throat.

You stared at the needle through the whole process, never taking your eyes off of it until it was completely out of your body. Sejanus noticed it, because the second he was over he commented, "You're the first person I know who doesn't look away." He sounded almost impressed, and this time you couldn't stop the blush that crept on your cheeks.

"I think not looking is worse. At least this way I know exactly what you're doing."

Sejanus faked a pout, "You don't trust me, then?"

Your eyes widened as you immediately shook your head. "No, no! That's not what I meant!" Your reaction had Sejanus laugh out loud, immediately covering his mouth and apologizing.

"Sorry, that was rude of me. But don't worry, I'm just joking. It's quite adorable, if you ask me." You let out an awkward laugh, sure your ears must have been red as tomatoes by now. You wanted the earth to open beneath you and swallow you whole. Could he hear how loud your heart was beating? You hoped not, and right then your eyes were drawn to his chest. More specifically, the stethoscope. He could hear your heart indeed, if he wanted to.

"Do you use it often?" You asked, pointing to the instrument, desperate to change the subject.

Sejanus cleared his throat and relaxed his face, as if he had smiled too much till then. He looked down confused and then back at you with a genuine smile lingering on his lips. “It depends. I use it for routine’s visits mostly, to hear the shoulders for example.” You nodded in acknowledgement and looked away, too shy to hold eye contact. “Do you wanna try it?”

Your eyes snapped back to Sejanus’s face. “I can?”

Sejanus awkwardly shrugged. “Not exactly. But I won’t rat on me if you won’t. I told you, you’re my favourite donor.” He looked down, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. You were feeling so hot you were sweating, nervously fidgeting with your fingers to desperately decrease your face’s heat. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, and Sejanus took the stethoscope off to clean it before handing it to you.

“S-so I just put it in my ears and… listen to something?”

Sejanus seemed to gulp and nodded, intertwining his hands. You cleared your throat and wore it, taking the bottom part in your hands. You put it against your chest, moving it around to try and find your heart. Sejanus raised his finger, looking unsure if he was allowed to speak. “Uh, a little higher. Now on the left, there. You should hear your heartbeat now.” 

And oh, you heard it indeed.

It was funny in a way, to hear with your own ears what you only felt until that moment. It wasn’t as loud as you had anticipated it, but it kept speeding up the more Sejanus looked at you, feeling his eyes on you even when you stared at the floor. You looked up to his chest again, and you swear you actually heard your heart exploding. Except then it kept beating, so maybe you didn’t after all.

“Can I…Can I listen to, uhm, yours?” It came out as barely a breath, but the second your words left your mouth you couldn’t believe you had actually pronounced them. What the hell were you thinking of? Asking him if you could listen to his heart? He was definitely asking you to leave, and you could only hope he’d let you come back in the first place-

“Sure.”

Wait, what?

“Really?” 

Sejanus chuckled. “Yeah, really. Here.” He gently took your shaky hand and guided it to his chest, specifically his heart, staring at you the whole time. You, on the other hand, gave all your focus on his hand on yours, furrowing your eyebrows pretending you were focusing extremely hard to listen. 

Sejanus’s beating seemed clearer than yours, you noticed, and… faster? Your frown suddenly became real as you heard his heart sped up by the second, as if he had just run the marathon. You tilted your head to the side, “is it supposed to be this fast?” You asked. He could have been having an attack of tachycardia for all you knew!

But Sejanus’s eyes widened, immediately standing up making you break contact with his heart. “Uh, yes! Yes, absolutely so. It is. Normal. Happens a lot, to everyone really. Thank God it’s beating fast, right? Would be upsetting if it wasn’t.” He was stumbling upon his words, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as he kept clearing his throat. “Completely normal.” 

It was your time now to offer him an amused smile, suddenly feeling not so ridiculous about your crush anymore. You hummed and stood up as well, walking to the desk where Sejanus quickly handed you the blood donor sticker. “There. S-sorry for keeping you longer than intended.” He avoided your eyes, looking down at some paper. 

You kept smiling, biting down your lip as you uttered your next words. “I��m glad the heart thing was normal. If not, I’d be seriously worried about mine right now, too.” 

Sejanus suddenly looked up, finally meeting your eyes, as you silently tried to communicate with him you felt the same. You weren’t sure if the reason for his reactions was just like yours but, from the way he visibly relaxed and smiled at you, you were starting to convince yourself it was.

Before you could leave the room Sejanus stopped you. “We’re hosting a public event tomorrow, to invite more people to donate blood. You did today, but maybe you could show up anyway? To, uh, show your support?” He asked, gulping down. 

You had to mentally take several deep breaths before you managed to let out a, “yes, of course” without sounding like you were having a heart attack, but when you finally did Sejanus’s smile only widened. You smiled back and waved him goodbye, for the first time in a while without minding the way your heart seemed to speed up at the thought of Sejanus’s smile. 

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If anybody has any blurb or headcannon ideas that are sfw (aka not sexual) I'd love to hear them! I want to be more active here but I always struggle with ideas so any help would be appreciated!

Thunderbolts, Harry potter (golden or maurders era!) or even Tbsosas! Feel free!

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Bob loves to play with your hair.

Cuddling on the couch late in the night with the glow of the tv illuminating the two of you perfectly. Bob's fingers found their way to your head, running them through soft hair absentmindely.

You could feel his entire body relax against you as he continued to play with your hair, using the strands almost like a fidgeting device. Managing to move your head enough to watch his face but not to disturb his actions, you had to wait until a commerical was bright enough to show the smile on his face but it was well worth it.

"You look happy." You whispered, just loud enough for yoru words to reach over the tv.

"I am." Bob spoke softly, meeting your gaze as the light darkened, still allowing you to see the turned features on his face. "i really am."

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Thunderbolts* Headcannons

Them asking you out on a date and how they would go about doing it!

Includes Bucky, Ava, Walker, Yelana, and Bob! In that order

⋆˙⟡Bucky⟡˙⋆

He would be awkward but weridly confident. Like he would need to pysch himself up in the corner before walking over to you but would also have the idea that theres no universe in which you'll say no to him.

Its not the most romantic thing, he didn't bring flowers or a gift but he has that old timey mindset of how to do these things and that comes heavily into play.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?" Bucky asked, a smirk on his face that for once showed no malice.

"Dinner?" You could feel your eyebrows furrowing at the simple question. Bucky was mostly distant with you, making this honestly a somewhat scary situation, but also an exciting one.

"I like you." His hand reached out to grab yours, the warm skin a contrast from what you'd expected. "And I would like to treat you to a nice evening if you'd let me." Emphasizing his words by bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into the back of it. You knew what your answer was.

⋆˙⟡Ava⟡˙⋆

Something tells me she'd be waiting for you to ask her first, like she would be secretly staring at you and trying to egg on conversations that could potentially lead to the two of you being alone together.

If she did end up asking first, it would be out of despration or a slight outburst in the middle of a conversation. Asking is hard but she also doesn't want to risk you getting with someone else or leaving.

"I mean I have the reservation, I'll probably just ask some random tinder match to go with me ya know?" Yelena laughed along with you at your words, the topic of this stupid gifted reservation on valentines day driving you insane.

"Could take me." Ava muttered, face strained in annoyance as she stood by the both of you.

"Sorry say that again?" You asked, trying to make sure you heard her right, and you really hoped you did.

"Take me." Ava said louder this time, a tone of anger in her voice. "I'm right here, more than willing to have all the cringe romance shit you could just take me."

"I'd love to." Her face turned to one of pure shock, matching Yelenas similar expression. "You'd be the perfect date."

⋆˙⟡Walker⟡˙⋆ (Im still in the constant changing opinion of this man but I am a women of giving daydream ideas to people so enjoy)

I don't even think he asks. He's full of that surface level confidence that slowly fades the more comfortable he gets around you. His pride is intense so he just doesn't ask, he tells you.

Even with this he'll get visbily excited when you don't say no. He has an extra kick in his step when he walks away from you after it. You can't point it out until much later in the relationship which by then he'll admit to rehearsing it all in a mirror the nigth before.

"You me the park at 7pm tomorrow." John said as he walked up to you, no hello's or anything else.

"Oh yea?" You chuckled as you watched his smirk faulter at your pushback for just a moment.

"Yea, you have a problem with that." He took a step closer, keeping eye contact with you seemingly attempting to challenge you to push him furhter. You weren't going to, you knew that but the fact that he did not for these few seconds made it much more fun for you.

"I'll be there." You broke the silence, and all you got was a nod from him as he turned to walk away, watching as he walked as if he'd had multiple shots of expresso hilariously.

⋆˙⟡Yelena⟡˙⋆

Oh so stereotypical for some reason. Once she knows she wants you she will be getting you and that is the end of the discussion. She'd ask you while handing you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in perfectly tied ribbon.

It'll be done in private to, a timed place where nobody could dare to interupt. She wants it to be perfect even if its just a first date and she will make it painfully so. She won't have anything planned for the actual date though, wanting to get your opinion on it before hand.

"Is there any reason why we're out here?" You said aloud, looking around the quiet park. This specific spot you were in had nobody running around it, you could hear the rest of them off in the distance yet here and now it was just you two.

"I wanted peace and quiet so I could ask you." Yelena's tone was serious but her face gave off hints of excitment. You watched as she ducked below the bench to pull out of bundle of flowers. "For you." She extended the flowers towards you, waiting with a smile until you grabbed them.

"Why?" You could feel the confusion on your face as you switched focus between the flowers and her.

"I would like to take you out on a date if you'd let me." Now she was nervous, you could hear it but god was it endearing.

"Please do."

⋆˙⟡Bob⟡˙⋆

Sleepily, its the only time he has enough confidence. You two would be resting in the common space after a mission, everyone else had left to go to their own rooms but you two always watched something before doing so.

He'd be half asleep bundled under a big blanket on the couch next to you when he'd ask. Saying he'd been thinking about it for ages and would really like to start sharing couches. Falls asleep the moment you agree but thankfully remembers in the morning.

"We should share a couch one day." Bob mumbled, words coming out at the right commercial break.

"Yea?" You chuckled, pushing your own blankets down enough to get a view of his red but bundled face in the tv's light.

"Mhm." He hummed, eyes closed and shifting further down into the cushions. "If we go out on a date we could do it." A smile grew on his face, imagining that scenario.

"I'd like that." You responded, watching him grin adorbly. "If you'd like." You added, knowing his tired mind races from him often enough that it can and has become an issue.

"Zoo date?" He whispered, prying his eyes open to look at you with baited breath for a response that wouldn't ruin the moment.

"Zoo date."

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If you’re still taking requests for this, can you do prompt 9 with Neville? Thank you!

9. Glancing at each other in a crowded room and your friends notice (secret relationship). 0.7k wc

It had only been fifteen minutes since you had come down form his dorm. Separately, of course. However, you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him, catching every little glance he sent your way. You could still feel his hands on your hips from the firm grip he had on them, seeing flashes of him throwing his head back into the pillow every time he turned his face to look at you. You squeezed your thighs together tightly, remembering the way his cock so easily glided in and out of you as you rode him every time you blinked.

Neville's gaze landed on you, making direct eye-contact that was too much for you to handle, especially after what had just gone down. You were afraid that if he looked at you for a second longer, your legs would take control over your body and make you pounce on him, straddling his hips and kissing him passionately in front of all your friends. All your clueless friends who had no idea what went on behind closed doors. Blinking a few times, you looked back up, only for your eyes to widen: Neville was still looking at you, never having torn his eyes from you in the first place, observing your every move as though it would let him read your mind.

A sharp elbow to your side had you flinching, crying out a sharp "Ow!" at Hermione's sudden movement. Peering up to look at her, you noticed the rest of your friends' gaze torn between you and Neville. "What the hell is going on?" Whisper yelled Hermione, a much more appropriate volume than Seamus's screech of "You've been eye-fucking each other for the past hour!" Blood instantly rushed up your chest, quickly heating your neck and face up. "Well-well we haven't even been sat here an hour, Seamus." You retorted, clearing your throat as your gaze reconnected with Hermione's mildly concerned one. "Yeah, because that makes the whole difference." Added Ron, scoffing.

"Herbology homework could not have been that bad!" Adds Harry, exposing the excuse you'd given him to occupy their dorm to the rest of the group. Gulping, you shyly glanced to your side where Hermione sat, convinced she would immediately figure it out. Her eyebrows were furrowed, but just as she opened her mouth, someone else spoke "Herbology homework?" Ron started, "Like the Herbology homework I copied from you this morning?" You averted your gaze from the ginger, desperately looking to your boyfriend for help. "Did we say Herbology?" Neville chuckled nervously, tugging at the hem of his thick sweater. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly, rubbing your forehead with one of your hands.

"I could have sworn I told you it was Potions work." Neville hopelessly argued, awkwardly leaning back into the couch. Seamus leaned closer to Neville from where he sat beside him, squinting his eyes at your suspicious boyfriend. "No, no-" Harry continues, "Because you told be Y/N needed help with it, which is why you needed the peace and quiet of the dorm." Unravelled Harry, beginning to stand up, pointing an accusing finger at Neville. "Which is fucking weird, because Y/N's smarter than you. And there's no way Y/N needed help from Neville because I copied her homework this morning." Ron's head snapped towards Harry, putting a hand up for the other boy to high five as a whooped in success of the detective skills.

"And that means..." Hermione whispered, her tone a cross between horror and surprise. "They were having sex!" Screamed Seamus, hopping up to celebrate with Harry and Ron, who were jumping in a circle with their arms wrapped around each others' shoulders, immediately welcoming the third boy in the circle. "Why didn't you tell me!" Hermione shrieked, grabbing Ron's abandoned scarf on the couch and throwing it at you harmlessly. "I was going to!" You scream back as he reaches for a pillow this time, tossing it your way.

"It was on my calendar! Hermione- I swear!"

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I got an idea the other night and now y’all get to read it.

Haunted, Coriolanus Snow

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Everything was as it should be.

He won the games, there was nobody breathing that could hold him back from the unlimited power he had, that he deserved. Highbottom dead. Sejanus hung. Lucy Gray, gone. And Gaul was half way out the door. There was nobody to stop him from what he had been destined for, the story was made for him to grow and become the most powerful man in panems history.

Everyone had ghosts, a past that lingered around them and seeped into how they moved and breathed day to day. He still heard Sejanus’ screams when he closed his eyes. The songbirds around Mrs. Plinths garden made his skin crawl with this sounds, calming to all but him.

That’s all it was. It was the ghosts, he was still learning to deal with the past. It was just a feather, a simple feather lying on the doorstep. There were birds everywhere, the leaves just starting to turn so they have yet to flee. Still. Bringing it inside, just to prove it was nothing but nature, it resided on his desk, unmoving in the days ahead.

It was still there. Not on his desk, but on the concrete in front of his front door. The same feather, the same spot, yet this time no birds around. There was nothing but his own breathing as he stared down, icy eyes burning into pitch black.

Coriolanus couldn’t move. If anyone were to pass by they’d believe he was staring into the pits of hell itself. He couldn’t recount how long he had stared, how long the sun reflected off of the feather into his eyes, it was as if time was unmoving.

“You alright dear?” Mrs. Plinth spoke, appearing briskly infront of the disgruntled man. She had a bag of groceries in her hand, what was once held in both now balanced in one as she reached out for Coriolanus.

He jumped away, barely noticeable to the women mere feet away, but painfully so to himself. His chest rising with the speed only felt once before. Forcing a smile he leaned down, shaking slightly before dragging the feather between his fingers. He could barely take a breath before he stood back up, looking into concerned eyes with a feeling of dread bubbling inside of him.

“Yes.” He was sharp, as always, a tone of pleasantry trying to make it through his wards. “Simply enamored by the abundance of feathers I seem to be finding.” A laugh left her, much of her worry leaving as his fake smile worked, again.

“There are quite a few this season aren’t there?” She moved past him, the blonde following behind like a lost dog to food. “I’ve found a lot out by the flowers over the past week or so.”

The words seemed off to him, sending alarms through every neuron. Looking down at the one still reading in his palm, he attempting to slow his breathing, snapping delicate feathers by sheer force.

“You don’t say?” Even to untrained ears his words were shaken. “What flowers where they by if you don’t mind me asking.”

“The roses, dastardly birds anyway.” Mrs. Plinth didn’t look up, still pulling food out of the large brown bag that seemingly never ended. “Even tore off petals on some of them. Strabo is supposed to look into a deterrent soon.” The last words were said with annoyance, yet Coriolanus did not pick up on the tone.

It was the longest walk of his life, making his way to the garden beyond the Plinths. A place he rarely visited, the tiles placed of Sejanus’ memoirs hurt his eyes.

Yet, it did not take long to see it. The fallen petals glowing brightly in the dirt, white stained with the dirtiness beneath it, shrouded by black feathers. He didn’t feel as though he should go any closer, the action feeling like a deadly force. It wasn’t like he could pull his eyes away anyhow, the sight too much for his screaming mind to bear.

The sun started to fall as he remained unmoving, the obviousness of white against black fading with the bright light. That’s when he heard it, spinning around on his feet and almost falling face first into the tiles at the noise. A whistle, a single whistle traveling through the trees without a single breath of wind around.

But he heard it. He knows he did. This wasn’t guilt, right? Many around him were crazed, but not him, no, a Snow could never go such a foolish path. Once again did he steady his breath, staring calmly into the sliver of moon above him until he no longer worried of his chest exploding. He could return inside, sleep this off and get one day closer to this nonsense of “ghosts” being done.

At least that’s what he had hoped, ignoring all the screams in his mind as he finally looked towards the house. Paying no mind to the ground beneath him as he took his first stride, one resulting in a loud crack beneath his feet. Looking down, he recognized the broken object all too well.

How could he not, district earrings were very noticeable after all.

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out of all the Maurders Remus gives the best hugs but James gives them the most often and Im standing by that

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Red envelope- Neville Longbottom pt.1

Pt.2 will be smut on a different page. Please do not view pt.2 if you are not 18+. This is a sfw work (Any age), can be read as a stand alone,pure fluff, both charcters are written as adults. Enjoy!

679 words. Gen!Reader. No warnings.

It stood out, the red envelope. All of your mail scattered about on the table in different shapes of white paper, save for the parchment from friends. It reminded you of the holiday cards you'd get from estranged family while at school. There wasn't a holiday near though, or an address on the card.

There was almost an eerie feeling to open it, like the moment you did something would change. It was sealed with wax, more a wizarding thing than not, making the feeling grow more.

It snapped easily, thankfully. Small chips of gold wax falling onto the table as you carefully pulled the small parchment out. You recoginzed the hand writing almost instantly from days of stealing notes in class. The ink was harsh, almost as if it was meticulusly used, every stroke thought out for longer than the ink could stay wet.

"Your eyes shine like the stars in the sky

making it easy to find one self lost

you are much more within my eye

making me wonder if you would do the most and be mine?"

A poem? You think aloud, chuckling slighty at the horrid attempt of rhyming from your friend. It took a moment before you took in the meaning of it, backtracking to the last two words once again. "Be mine?" Your eyes squinted, trying to make perfectly sure it was the writing of Neville Longbottom, not willing to fall for a prank from a particular set of twins this far out of school.

You couldn't be more sure, ages spent looking at the parchment assured you. You found yourself in a daze, not thinking about your next moves until you were face to face with the all too familar door.

"Hi." Neville spoke, face redder than it was when he first opened the door. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" You frowned, walking past him, entering his house without hestiation.

Neville followed behind, shutting the door quietly before trailing you, standing awkwardly in front of you as you stopped. He took a seat at the table, putting his head in his hands before muttering something under his breathe.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked once again, standing in front of him as he peared up at you slightly.

"I shouldn't have done it, especially like that."

'Why? Was it a joke?" You could feel tears starting to well in your eyes at the idea of it being some sort of prank, something to try and trick you into being vunerable.

"No." He said rather loudly, his own eyes wide at the mere thought of it. He stood up, making it so you two were standing scarily close and taking a deep breathe before he spoke. "I'm in love with you, the question wasn't a joke. I'm just." He trailed off, countless emotions filling his eyes.

"Bad at poems?" You chuckled slighlty.

"Really bad, but Hermione assured me you'd like it." He responded, voice lighthearted, mimicking your own.

You couldn't think of any words to fill the space settling around the two of you, the tension was thick, as if both of you were waiting for the final pin to drop. Instead of trying to ramble your way out, you took the route of sheer impuslive confidence.

Without another thought, you reached up and grabbed the dark collar of Nevilles shirt, pulling him towards you just enough that you could place your lips onto his. It barely took him a second before he caught on, taking his hands and placing both onto your face carefully.

His lips were soft, not shocking seeing how well the man takes care of every other aspect of his life. Even with the confidence in his movements, you could feel the slight quiver in his lips out of nervousness. It didn't bother you and he didn't seem to care, his face flushed with a wide smile as you pulled apart for air.

The matching look on your own face was all it took for him to pull you right back in, not that you were going to complain.

Pt.2

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Red envelope- Neville Longbottom pt.1

Pt.2 will be smut on a different page. Please do not view pt.2 if you are not 18+. This is a sfw work (Any age), can be read as a stand alone,pure fluff, both charcters are written as adults. Enjoy!

679 words. Gen!Reader. No warnings.

It stood out, the red envelope. All of your mail scattered about on the table in different shapes of white paper, save for the parchment from friends. It reminded you of the holiday cards you'd get from estranged family while at school. There wasn't a holiday near though, or an address on the card.

There was almost an eerie feeling to open it, like the moment you did something would change. It was sealed with wax, more a wizarding thing than not, making the feeling grow more.

It snapped easily, thankfully. Small chips of gold wax falling onto the table as you carefully pulled the small parchment out. You recoginzed the hand writing almost instantly from days of stealing notes in class. The ink was harsh, almost as if it was meticulusly used, every stroke thought out for longer than the ink could stay wet.

"Your eyes shine like the stars in the sky

making it easy to find one self lost

you are much more within my eye

making me wonder if you would do the most and be mine?"

A poem? You think aloud, chuckling slighty at the horrid attempt of rhyming from your friend. It took a moment before you took in the meaning of it, backtracking to the last two words once again. "Be mine?" Your eyes squinted, trying to make perfectly sure it was the writing of Neville Longbottom, not willing to fall for a prank from a particular set of twins this far out of school.

You couldn't be more sure, ages spent looking at the parchment assured you. You found yourself in a daze, not thinking about your next moves until you were face to face with the all too familar door.

"Hi." Neville spoke, face redder than it was when he first opened the door. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" You frowned, walking past him, entering his house without hestiation.

Neville followed behind, shutting the door quietly before trailing you, standing awkwardly in front of you as you stopped. He took a seat at the table, putting his head in his hands before muttering something under his breathe.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked once again, standing in front of him as he peared up at you slightly.

"I shouldn't have done it, especially like that."

'Why? Was it a joke?" You could feel tears starting to well in your eyes at the idea of it being some sort of prank, something to try and trick you into being vunerable.

"No." He said rather loudly, his own eyes wide at the mere thought of it. He stood up, making it so you two were standing scarily close and taking a deep breathe before he spoke. "I'm in love with you, the question wasn't a joke. I'm just." He trailed off, countless emotions filling his eyes.

"Bad at poems?" You chuckled slighlty.

"Really bad, but Hermione assured me you'd like it." He responded, voice lighthearted, mimicking your own.

You couldn't think of any words to fill the space settling around the two of you, the tension was thick, as if both of you were waiting for the final pin to drop. Instead of trying to ramble your way out, you took the route of sheer impuslive confidence.

Without another thought, you reached up and grabbed the dark collar of Nevilles shirt, pulling him towards you just enough that you could place your lips onto his. It barely took him a second before he caught on, taking his hands and placing both onto your face carefully.

His lips were soft, not shocking seeing how well the man takes care of every other aspect of his life. Even with the confidence in his movements, you could feel the slight quiver in his lips out of nervousness. It didn't bother you and he didn't seem to care, his face flushed with a wide smile as you pulled apart for air.

The matching look on your own face was all it took for him to pull you right back in, not that you were going to complain.

Pt.2

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I've been thinking about the type of attractive each of the boys is and I can't get it out of my head so here's this:

Draco Malfoy: Devastatingly beautiful. The kind of old world beauty that makes you feel a little wrecked when you look at him. Just sharp enough to catch your attention and just subtle enough to keep you watching.

George Weasley: Hot in the heart of gold, openly soft kind of way. The kind that makes you feel a little more gooey than you'd like to admit when he smiles at you a little too long. Sorta subtle at first, but it creeps up on you. One second he's just cute and the next he's warming every room he walks into.

Fred Weasley: Charminly cocky. Bold to a fault. The kind of hot where you can't tell how much of it is that he's really that hot and how much is confidence. He's definitely attractive all by himself but he also radiates attractiveness from somewhere within him in a way that’s just unfair.

Harry Potter: Dreamy and fantasy like. The kind of attractive that you typically only find in dreams. There's something about him that's always a touch familiar in a hazy way and unfamiliar in almost every other. It’s the kind of look that makes you want to reach out and touch him just to make sure he's real.

Neville Longbottom: Beautiful in the boy next door sort of way. The kind that’s disarming, familiar, and so subtle that makes your chest ache a little bit. He's the soft kind of beautiful that makes you stare without meaning to.

Ron Weasley: Hot in the friend’s sweet older bother way. The kind with a crooked smile, messy hair, and the general feeling that he might be teasing you a little. It’s an easy kind of attractive that you notice immediately and can't ever escape. He just gets hotter the longer you look at him even when he's being goofy. Especially then.

Oliver Wood: Hot in the kind jock from an 80’s movie way. He's so sweet and looks at you like you might solve all his problems if he can just figure out how to ask.

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Percy Weasley…. with a sleeper build??

Percy Weasley who carries around SO MANY FUCKING BOOKS ALL THE TIME

+ His heavy ass school bag

+ Moving said books around to place them at various heights on shelves and in his room

Taught himself to be ambidextrous to be as versatile when studying as possible which means FOREARMS

But he’s skinny asf and no you can’t really see it

(Especially in comparison to Oliver Wood, who’s built like a fridge and is a healthy 6’2)

And I do mean he LOOKS skinny like enough people have seen him without a shirt (brothers, other family members, Oliver, people in vicinity while swimming and such) and that boy is thin okay 

But there was this one time when Percy went to move a whole stack of textbooks from his bed to somewhere else, and because he’s wearing a short sleeve pajama-esque T-shirt (probably Oliver’s), Oliver half spit his drink out because ARMS??

SINCE THE FUCK WHEN?? FUCKING WHERE??

Listen if you think that kid hasn’t built up muscle from a quidditch crazy family that makes him play all the time, Molly Weasley’s hearty cooking, carrying around his own books and probably other people’s sometimes and helps shorter kids put theirs on the higher shelves in the library all day every day, you’re crazy

But because he’s like 6’5 it gets distributed differently and he looks like a candy cane no matter what

Sometimes you can see it when he’s carrying enough books at once, and upon discovering this, Oliver will poke at Percy’s arms in wonder and it makes Percy flush but he secretly kinda loves it

Yeah one time Percy surprised them both after Gryffindor won a particularly large match and he PICKED UP OLIVER (all 200+ lbs of him) AND SPUN HIM AROUND IN EXCITEMENT

“WHAT THE FUCK I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT”

“I DIDN’T KNOW I COULD DO THAT EITHER”

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Rainy day w/Coryo

@flufftober, alt 2, Rainy day

Gen!reader

Coriolanus was seemingly deep into his book, sitting by the window covered in the pouring rain and unmoving for what felt like hours. Any attempt to move him has been futile. That was until he got to the last pages. You watched intensely as every minute caused him to turn another page, waiting for the moment the book closed.

Once it did, he set it down on the small table next to him. Standing up to stretch, his shirt moving up slightly as you heard his back pop in the silence. He looked over to you, a small smile was on his face before the stern professional look took over once again.

It caught him off guard when you walked over to him, deciding to take matters into your own hands as you grabbed his wrist tightly and started dragging him towards the closed door. Words of confusion started spewing from his lips but it didn't stop you, and he wasn't putting up a fight. That was until the door opened, he heard the rain hitting the sidewalk.

"Don't even think about it." Coryo spoke, trying to sound stern but the attempt fell on deaf ears.

"Oh I've thought about it, its happening." Before he could have any sort of rebuttal, you pulled him out of the threshold with a force he didn't know you possessed.

He let out a gasp as the rain started to hit him, immediately causing his hard to stick against his forehead. A scowl spread across his face but he didn't fight as you pulled him further into the puddled road. Instead he reached out his other hand to grab yours, opting to hold it which allowed you to let go of his wrist.

This time you were pulled into him, still under the torrential downpour, but now also pressed against his newly skin tight shirt. Even with the presence of annoyance he still went along with what was seemingly your plan.

It was a weirdly soft gesture from the man, he refused to let you go, holding you flush against him as the rain fell, swaying you two slightly. A moment of weakness even in the darkness

Idk how to end this one <3

queued 9/20/24

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Birthday date!

Happy Birthday to someone who unexpectedly became one of my closest friends and my Josh supplier @softie-rain. Hope you enjoy this Sejanus date night!

uses the alt prompt 4 from @flufftober "I hate it" "No you don't"

He started all of it from the moment your eyes opened, much later than you had anticipated. The first thing you saw was Sejanus' wide smile with a bouquet of paper flowers that he made, and you could tell by the copious amount of Band-Aids lining his hands.

"Are you okay?" You mumbled out, reaching for his hands.

"More than! Its your birthday!" He giggled at the end, grabbing your hands and pressing kisses into the back of them both. "Made these for you love."

Sejanus was practically shaking the bed with the bubbled up excitement as he reached over towards the flowers. He aggressively pushed them towards you with giggles as you sat up against the headboard. He started to bounce back and forth at your yawned out acceptance. You were only given a minute to appreciate the gesture before tugging you out of bed with a promise of surprises to come.

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It wasn't until the sun started to set that you finally had a calm moment with him, all the adventures of the day making your muscles ache in the best way. Sejanus lead you over a hill, allowing the both of you to take in the dark orange and red skies surrounding you before you turned your attention to the surprise the day had been leading towards.

"Ta da!" He yelled, pointing towards the mess of sheets adorning the grass.

"Picnic?" You mumbled, walking closer to what seemingly just looked like a mess.

"What? No can't you see the- oh shit wait!" Sejanus rushed towards one of the sheets, almost getting himself helplessly tangled in it before throwing it over a wire you hadn't seen. "Screen! Projector!" He rushed out, pointing to the machine behind you pointed directly at the white sheet.

Sejanus pulled you closer, making you look at the multitude of blankets and pillows in front of you on the ground. He sat down on the pile, causing you to follow suit. It didn't take long for him to pull you into him, allowing you to have a moment of quiet with the only noises being the wind and his rushing heart.

"So?"

"I hate it." You mumbled, trying to hide the wide smile burning into your face.

"No you don't." He whispered back, pressing a kiss into the top of your head

"I totally do, what are we even gonna watch?" Sarcasm heavy in your tone.

His arms left you for a moment causing you to whine making him laugh. He reached towards the bag he placed down moments before, and pulled out a laptop, setting it on his lap but pointed towards you so you could see all the contents.

"I've got bootlegs, Hulu, and Disney +, your choice sweetheart."

"Okay so maybe I don't hate it."

Queued 9/15/24

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@flufftober prompt 17, only one bed.

Remus Lupin x reader

Gen!Reader, fluff and awkwardness (can be platonic)

You were almost asleep until a barely there knock on the bedroom door, gaining in speed and noise level when you tried to ignore it. The idea of it being James or Sirius attempting to drag you into whatever chaotic mess there were attempting tonight made getting up sound unbearable. So when you did finally gather the courage to open the door, you were surprised to see a different face on the other side.

"Hi." Remus whispered, refusing to look at you, clear embarrassment on his face.

"What did you do?" You asked, sleep still in your voice as you pulled him into the room.

"Nothing I swear." He made his way over to the slightly out of place chair on the side of the room, sitting down and burying his head in his hands, mumbling something incoherent to himself.

When he looked up, you had a confused look on your face that only made him sigh loudly. He took a moment before straightening his horrific posture before speaking up.

"James and Sirius broke all the other beds." There was a level of shame in his voice, matching perfectly with the bright red flush speeding to his cheeks.

"They broke the beds?" A nod. "All of them except mine?" Another nod, he had never looked this nervous, obviously still hiding something.

You made your way over to the bed, sitting against the pillows you were laying on minutes prior, waiting. Whatever he was really in here for was on the tip of his tongue, you could tell by the increased fidgeting with his fingers and the rapid tapping of his foot against the creaky hardwood.

"I can't sleep on the floor, it irritates the scars." This time he looked directly at you, a small smile on his face even with the embarrassed aura still surrounding him.

"Are you asking to sleep in my bed with me? Cause I'm not sleeping anywhere else." You quickly spoke, remembering times at school where the boys would try and trick you out of your own bed for no good reason.

Remus nodded once again, opting not to speak as he started becoming somehow more restless in the chair. With a small sigh you caved, maneuvering yourself under the still warm covers. He was looking at you wide eyed and expectant, like he was shocked you didn't say anything else about the predicament.

Thankfully he was smarter than he looked at the moment, as when you nodded slightly toward the empty section of the bed and lifted the covers a but, he got the hint. He rushed over to you quickly, almost falling over long limbs before catching himself on the edge of the bed.

He scowled at you as you giggled at his actions, the look not leaving until he as practically completely covered in the thick layers. Remus let out a content sigh at the warmth, forgetting everything else as he snugged into mattress with ease. Before you could even say anything to the cat like behavior snores started coming from him, making you realize what the rest of your night is going to be.

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@flufftober prompt 9 "Don't do that" "But..."

Deadpool x reader. Short blurb of Wade quite literally acting like a cat and pushing something off a table.

You could see him on the other side of the apartment, there was something going on behind the mask. Anytime it was on within the 4 walls you knew, something bad was going to happen, not like normal person level bad, Wade level bad.

It took a minute, a single minute before the evident fixation on the glass vase became apparent. It was like a cat watching its prey, even the slight shaking before the attack. The act in itself was entertaining, he'd do this after missions, pushing over glasses and following bugs around the apartment before catching them in his hands.

He always cleaned up after himself, breaking only the cheap and unimportant glassware in the room that he'd replace within the day. It was an inner access to his brain, how every thought bounced around like the waiting screen on a dvd player.

"Wade." You yelled, a strict tone in your voice.

"Sugar lips." He shouted back, not even looking in your direction.

"Don't do that." Even with the mask you could see the slightly smile start to spread across his face, his restlessness getting much more obvious.

"But..." That was all it took before he pushed the vase off the table, laughing at the sound of glass breaking and your loud sigh.

He practically started cackling at himself, already reaching to grab the bigger shards of glass with his gloved hands. In between laughs he started apologizing even with your own laughter in between.

"I got that one at Marshalls."

"Noted"

queued 9/12/24