#[ we kept giggling though 'cause we were just so charmed by him and it got him chuckling and blushing ]

[reysdriver]

Meteor Shower | R.B.

Your family goes out to watch the Perseids meteor shower — dad!regulus x mom!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.7k

Every year you could, you and Regulus tried to get the family to see the Perseids meteor shower. It was always fun. You laid out a picnic blanket in the backyard, brought some snacks, and just watched the night sky. The kids would always try to count the meteors, leaving you and Regulus to just relax and cuddle; a rarity with three kids. 

Right now, Regulus was in the backyard laying out the blanket and charming the area so the bugs wouldn’t bother you, while you were inside prepping the kids. 

Ascella had her hands lifted in the air so you could slide the nightgown over her body. Once it was on her and her arms were in the sleeves, you tickled her side, causing her to giggle wildly. You loved the sound of her laughter; you would listen to it all day if you could. 

But you stopped tickling your daughter when you saw Aurora and Perseus standing in the doorway, both dressed in their pyjamas too. They both wore matching grins that didn’t fade, even when they spoke. 

“We’re ready, Mum!” Perseus, your oldest, announced for the both of them. 

You put on an exaggerated face and tone for their entertainment as you spoke. “You are! And you all look so cute in those jammies of yours!” Propping little Ascella on your hip, you stood up and gestured towards the stairs. “Now, let’s go get some snacks ready for tonight and then we can show your dad just how adorable you all are!”

You walked your three kids down the stairs and to your kitchen, where the two oldest immediately started looking through cupboards and suggesting their favourite foods. 

“Can we have chocolate frogs?” Perseus asked.

You shook your head. “Not outside, they’ll all jump away, honey.”

“Mummy, what about jelly slugs?” Aurora asked, holding up the bag as if you wouldn’t recognize the sweets by name alone. 

“Put them on the table. Maybe bring two bags because I know we all like those.”

She did an excited little dance before grabbing a second bag and placing it on your kitchen table. Both kids kept going, taking turns asking about bringing their favourite foods outside. Still answering to their suggestions, you sat your toddler up on the counter so you could cut up fruit for everyone. 

Quickly after, the sound of the back door opening and everyone’s head turned to see your husband coming in.

Perseus and Aurora ran to Regulus like he had been gone for days even though he had just been outside for as long as it took the kids to get ready for bed. 

“Can we go outside and look at the sky now, Dad?” Perseus asked him excitedly. 

He picked up Ascella and gave her nose a boop. “Well, we all want to go out together, right? So, it depends if your mum is done cutting up all this fruit for you.” He took a step closer to you and kissed your hair. “Do you want any help, mon ange?”

You shook your head and fed him an apple slice, then gave one to the little girl in his arms as well. “I’m all done here. Shall we go?”

He nodded, then handed some food to each child to take outside to the picnic blanket he’d set up earlier. You all sat down and you encouraged the kids to lie down so they could see the sky better. 

Aurora and Perseus got into a competition to see who could count more meteors almost immediately after going outside, and you and Regulus smiled at each other the moment they started pointing at the sky and counting how they always did. 

“You know, your name comes from the same place as these meteors get their name from.” Regulus said to your son. 

Perseus looked as if he wanted to roll his eyes. “I know, Dad, you tell me every year.” He was right. You’ve told him seven years in a row, and you’d keep telling him for as long as this family tradition continues.  

“Just making sure you remembered.” Your husband chuckled, putting Ascella on the ground and cuddling with you. 

“And we’ll make sure you remember next year too.” You added, eliciting a groan from Perseus but a laugh from the rest of the family.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

In-character Q&A - AdVenture (1)

Just a crosspost from patreon!

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Beth

How did you all meet?

Shauna and I went to the same high school. I met Grant through Shauna; he stopped to greet her while we were hanging out. Prii and I met at a game store, as we both enjoy tabletop RPGs. They also introduced me to [MC], though since we subsequently became coworkers, we actually would have met independently of them.

We all met together at the same time at a birthday party for Shauna.

Who's your favorite of the group?

(for everyone, assume that this flips to MC under any circumstances where they're dating/best friends)

It depends. I'm fond of Shauna, but she can be frustrating. Prii's very charming, but could stand to get their head out of the clouds every so often

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby?

The notion of making it big with any kind of video-making seemed farfetched, particularly with five of us involved. Honestly, I was surprised at how popular Urban AdVenture became.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

No. Our hometown has a small, low-profile parahuman population, and we had only travelled further afield for videos on a handful of occasions. Encountering any parahumans seemed rather unlikely.

Prii

What was your first job/video in AdVenture? (Prii's fielding this, cause the answer is the same for everyone)

There's this old mall in our hometown that everyone just calls 'the mall'. There's this whole thing with a new development and they were super insistent that the new place is the mall so everyone started insisting on calling the old one—I'm getting off topic.

Basically, we went to the old mall. It's actually somewhere Grant and I snuck into a couple times before and part of how I got the urbex bug in the first place. If you're from the same place as us I don't think it's really that exciting but it made a decent video to an outsider. Though nowadays I see a lot of holes in it.

How did you all meet?

So my older brother is friends with Grant's older sister, and we crossed paths when we were like, preteens, and started hanging out too. I know Beth from our local game shop. Grant knew Shauna from... somewhere, and I met her through him. As for [MC] and I, uh. Well.

We were kind of, both in the ER? They'd been knocked off their bike and I'd done... something dumb, and we wound up sitting next to each other for a few hours in the waiting room.

Who's your favorite of the group? 

Everyone there is a special kind of person to me. Uh, not to sound bigheaded or anything, but I make friends pretty easily, and there's still pretty much nobody else I'd pick to do the AdVenture stuff with. I guess if you twisted my arm for an answer, Grant has tenure, so I'll give it to him.

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby? 

I kept it to myself, but I always felt like we could maybe take off. I was starting to get pretty excited at watching the numbers go up, and a couple of our more recent videos were getting noticeably more attention. So yeah, I was hoping.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

I figured we might if we kept doing the videos long enough. Always a chance of running into something strange; we'd already had our share of weird stuff. Always thought it'd just be like... signs of past presence or something, though.

Shauna

How did you all meet?

I went to high school with Beth! Couldn't really tell you how we became friends, it just happened at some point. She's coworkers with [MC] and I went by the coffee shop a lot, so I was gonna meet them sooner or later. I met Prii through Grant at a small get together.

And Grant, I met playing pickup.

giggles 

I kinda smoked him.

Who's your favorite of the group?

Aw, do I gotta pick? That's hard.

Um, I do really appreciate Beth's friendship. She can be harsh but I know she doesn't mean it in a bad way. Prii's really nice and encouraging and just generally comfy to be around. 

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby? 

I never really think most things I do are gonna make it big...

Um, urban exploration is fun, but I never feel like the face of it or anything.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

Yes, absolutely.

Creepy abandoned places are perfect for evil lairs and hideouts.

Grant

How did you all meet?

Oh, I've known Prii since we were kids. They were in the car one time when their parents came to pick up their brother from my place and I guess their brother mentioned my sister had a sibling their age, and they wanted to see who I was, and the rest is history. Beth happened to just like, be around one time when I said hi to Shauna, and Shauna I knew from a couple basketball games. Oh, and Beth introduced me to [MC].

I think as a distraction, 'cause I was annoying her.

grin

Who's your favorite of the group?

Not Beth!

laughs

I guess, Prii? Like I said, we go back. [MC] takes a joke pretty well and doesn't put up with my shit, so points to them.

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby?

It was fun, but I didn't really have any aspirations for it. Like... c'mon, be realistic.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

Pff, no way.

[rubykgrant]

(I'm still re-writing and editing the whole chapter, but I liked how this part turned out; a conversation between Jon and Martin while they're hiding out in Scotland, about love and their lives~)

If Martin didn’t know any better, he’d think they were just two regular people, out on a regular date.

“We could have been doing this for years. Just sitting together. Enjoying each other,” Jon murmurs, head resting on Martin’s chest.

“I would have liked that,” Martin says. He imagines himself and Jon before, how they were both awkward in different ways, how they each may have tried to help the other move past it, how it could have felt the first time Jon held him close, or how it could have felt when he realized he felt safe with Jon. Wanting to keep somebody, and also wanting to be kept, not being afraid to let it happen.

“We also could have had ANY other job…” Jon continues.

“One that, perhaps, wasn’t so hazardous to our health?” Martin finishes.

“Mmm, yes. Did you know- I nearly dropped out of university?”

“What, NO? Really? You?” Martin tries to picture Jon quitting, just leaving something behind, even something that was just causing him distress, and he can’t. Jon was more likely to “sunk-cost fallacy” himself to death.

“I was… struggling with a few classes, near the end. That wasn’t why I almost left, though. The university wanted me to see a counselor, just so I could have, as they put it, a ‘mental health refresher’. I, er- got a touch offended. And I decided for myself, I would either double-down and pass everything with top-grades, OR drop out. Because surely that would teach everybody a lesson,” Jon sighs, as if frustrated with his previous thought process. “If I had actually left, I probably wouldn’t have gone to work for the Magnus Institute. Who knows if we would have even met…”

“Wait, third option. What if you actually went for that mental health refresher?” Martin asks, and his voice quivers with a sudden attack of giggles. “B-because, Jon, I- I almost applied for a job as a receptionist at a counselor’s office!”

“Are you serious?” Jon is laughing a bit now, too.

“Yes! I wouldn’t have needed to lie on the CV or anything, either. The only reason I didn’t go for it- the job didn’t pay quite enough to afford everything I needed at the time,”

“So you’re telling me, we could have had an entirely DIFFERENT awkward encounter? With a whole other conflict of an inappropriate work relationship? Oh, if only, in another life…” Jon says in an overly dramatic, wistful tone.

“Hey, why would it be awkward? Or inappropriate?”

“Because, I would have walked into that office all- all pissed-off about everything, feeling insulted that anybody would even suggest I wasn’t absolutely FINE. If you thought I was insufferable before, you should have seen me while I was at university, especially near the end. I can promise you- charming I was NOT. I also couldn’t stop picking at the spots on my face,” Jon grimaces, thinking about himself.

“Fine, you were horrible. But so am I… if we did date back then, I would have been one of those people who always wants to get your acne spots for you. Now, what about the inappropriate part?”

“Well, maybe not entirely inappropriate, but… I’m sure it is at least frowned upon for employees of a counselor’s office to date the patients,” Jon isn’t sure what the rules would be (he’s certain the actual counselors can’t be involved with people they see professionally). “And even if that job would be less stressful for you, would you want to risk it for an awful little shit with a bad attitude?”

“Hmm, fair. Maybe I’d wait and see if the mental health refresher actually WORKED, and once you you stopped being a patient, I’d give you my number…”

“Making the first move, in this scenario?” Jon’s voice implies an attempt at sarcasm, but his face looks much more eager and intrigued.

“You’d be surprised how confident I am when I don’t have to worry about creepy-crawlies trying to eat me, or lying about my age and work experience on a daily basis!” Martin chuckles, and his laughter makes Jon bounce against him.

“Wouldn’t that have been a dream. I get a mental health refresher, you have a pleasant job as a receptionist, we go on a few fun dates, and start a happy relationship together, and you can indulge your pimple-popping fetish-”

“It is NOT a fetish!” Martin’s hug tightens around Jon, trying to squeeze the air out of him. For a moment, Martin sternly refuses to look at Jon, instead staring straight ahead (if he sees Jon’s face right now, he might laugh himself off the bench).

“Do you want me to stop washing my face?” Jon wheezes out.

“You’re the one who made a whole kink-list!” Martin reminds him. “And did I add anything like that? No, no I didn’t!”

“Darling… don’t be afraid… to be yourself… I’ll accept you…” Jon is gasping now, but it is less from Martin’s powerful hug, and more from his own laughter.

“I HATE you,” Martin informs him.

“I think we’ve come to the conclusion… that you actually LOVE me…” Jon snorts, like that was so clever or something, and that breaks Martin’s concentration. The attempt to hug Jon into silence ends, all the muscles in Martin’s arms loosen, and Jon melts into him as they both give in to the giggles that have been building.

Jon forces himself to take a big, deep breath, and once his chest stops hitching, he tilts his head up to give Martin a kiss. Around them, people pass, not even noticing, but anybody who had been thinking about sitting at that bench feels like they’d rather find a different spot. Jon and Martin aren’t unseen phantoms, repelling people from their space. Nothing as alarming as that; they’re just uninteresting shapes, on a bench that isn’t very appealing, for no special reason.

This allows them plenty of time to linger, and kiss lasts as long as they want.

In the back of his mind, Jon has decided that no matter what kind of life they could have had, if he still met Martin somehow, falling in love would just be an eventuality. How could he resist any version of Martin? How did he resist THIS version of Martin for so long? Jon is so deeply in love, it is hard to even remember NOT feeling this way. Despite his protests, mostly in reference to himself having such a bad habit of being a wanker, Jon is secretly a hopeless romantic. He’d die, over and over again, for Martin’s sake.

Martin, on the other hand, has different thoughts he’s keeping to himself. Them having a chance to be free of the Magnus Institute and still be drawn together is very nice… but even though he argued in favor of dating the “un-charming” Jon in another reality, Martin doubts it could actually happen that way. Maybe he’s being realistic, maybe he’s actually just a pessimist underneath all his optimistic layers. However, the fact that he actually HAS this with Jon now, against the odds and through all the crushing pain they’ve suffered, makes Martin treasure it even more. His rotten luck wouldn’t give him another chance like this. He’d fight for it, he’d break for it.

They don’t share these thoughts, so they never know how different yet similar they really are. Instead, Jon kisses the man he’ll always love, and Martin kisses the Jon he has, and both are happy enough to know that much.

When they begin their walk back, Jon comfortably links his arm with Martin’s again, sort of leading the way this time. Still a guard-cat, still protective and alert, but considerably more calm. Martin is pleased with himself indeed; he’s the center of Jon’s concerns, but that doesn’t need to be something strained or stressful. It can also be fulfilling.

[mixelation]

I got a couple of questions for the reborn AU

1.  Are they Team 4 because it's the other unlucky number?

2. Are that generations team 7 more lucky than team 4? If yes, by how much?

3. If team 4 is made up of the worst team-up, how are others viewing them? I mean especially Tori, cause in comparison to the Jinchuriki Sensei and 2 prodigy teammates (one being able to essentialy causing mass hallucinations and the other causing mass destruction via bomb). Like do others look at that team and think "poor girl. The only normal one" just to get hit with the fact that Tori can be even worse? Would Tori become the weird cryptic?

4. How would Itachis parents react to his teammates? Like, Mikoto must be over the moon that her best friend teaches her son. And we kinda know how she likes Deidara thanks to homemade dynamite, but it's DIFFERENT.

I love Minatos growing horror of Tori

They're Team 4 because I picked a random number and then went ".....oh yeah! the death number!" and realized I couldn't change it now. So Minato did approximately the same thing.

Minato: Oh, there's no active Team 4. I'll just assign that number.

Minato: Oh, there hasn't been a Team 4 since before the war. I wonder why?

Minato, after the ink is dry: oh right

Since it's an unlucky number, it just doesn't get assigned unless there's somehow too many teams to NOT assign it. Or if your Hokage was woken up at 4 AM by his eight year old giggling too loudly because he drew on the walls and assigned you a team number before he'd had his coffee.

Part of Tori's charm is that she just... comes off as very underwhelming? Like, she doesn't have strong main character vibes. She looks like she's someone's babysitter. One thing I wanted to play with in the snippet I posted is that even though Minato knows she worked for Orochimaru, he's still like: okay but she's a generic twelve year old girl. She must be the normal one. Sort of like a parallel take on how I write Minato, who looks like he'd cry if you were mean to him, but is secretly one of the deadliest ninja of all time.

Giving off background character vibes is great for being sneaky or forcing enemies to underestimate you! But yes it does mean your reputation in-village is "poor girl :(" or perhaps even a few "lucked out & doesn't deserve to be on that team."

I actually haven't thought super hard about what's up with Itachi's family. I kind of imagine there's a Naruto-Sasuke friendship, but it's the kind where your parents insist you're friends because they want to hang out with each other. So Sasuke probably meets Team 4 pretty early on, and Tori is the type of person who'd think it's really funny to intentionally and "harmlessly" troll an eight year old. As for Mikoto and Fugaku... this Itachi went into ANBU even YOUNGER and his only friend is Shisui, and also he's like 10x more terrifying because his life philosophy is still recovering from being a missing-nin. So I think they've semi-recently had the revelation that even if their son is a celebrated prodigy, they have uuuuuuuh fucked him up. Like a lot. So Itachi willingly hanging out with people his own age seems like a positive, and they're just going to blithely ignore Deidara complaining he found human teeth in his hair after that last mission, or Tori asking if he kept them.

[bruno-madrigal-writings]

The Seer and the Baker - Pt. 3

Summary: Bruno decides to visit Laila before heading home.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9  Pt. 10  Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Epilogue

Read it on AO3!

Word Count: 1.9k

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Julieta and Alma noticed the change in Bruno almost immediately. It took Pepa some time, but she had noticed, too.

It wasn’t brought up until they were all sitting around the dinner table. Pepa was going on about her afternoon with the ever charming Félix, a rainbow shining over her shoulders. Bruno was pinning everything on her talking throughout the whole dinner, to keep the attention off of himself. He kept his head down and asked questions whenever he felt like she was slowing down , bringing a new sparkle to her eyes and sending her down another happy tangent.

But that couldn’t last forever.

“But enough about my day.” Pepa said, taking a bite of her pan, a mischievous smirk pulling at her lips as her eyes went to him. Aqí vamos. He let out a sigh before she had even asked the question. “How was your day, hermano querido?”

“Fine.” That was all he was going to give them, keeping his eyes on his bowl of stew. He could hear Julieta let out a muffled giggle.

“Oh, just fine, is it?” She said and he could hear the smirk in her voice. “Come on, now, we’ve all noticed. You were practically beaming when you got home!”

“Oh, but you don’t like the lovely baker, right?” Pepa snickered.

Bruno could feel the heat gathering in his face at the teasing, but he couldn’t stop the grin from creeping up nonetheless, widening to a proper smile with the delighted squeals of his sisters.

“Okay, fine, it went very well! We got along! That doesn’t mean I like her like that or that we’re going to start dating!”

“Oh, why not? It would be fun!” Pepa said with a cheeky grin. Bruno rolled his eyes.

“The only fun you would get out of it would be tormenting us! Like I’d put anyone through that torture.” Pepa threw a roll at him but he managed to fumble a catch. “Ha!”

“Oh, quit it, you two. Let’s not dissolve into a food fight.” Julieta sighed, the corners of her lips twitching up in a fond smile.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause you know you’d lose!” Bruno said with a laugh. “No one can beat these muscles.” He made a scene of flexing, earning a laugh from his sisters.

“What muscles? You’re a twig and you know it!”

“Ah, déjalo, you hurt my pride!”

Alma shushed the two of them with a single look, though it wasn’t a harsh one.

“I’m just glad you found a friend, mijo. You must bring her by sometime.”

He shrugged, taking another bite of the pan. After all, it was really good!

-

It was another afternoon after a very long morning, and Bruno was about ready to give up on his gift all together.

Habit made him start for home, to bring him back to his tower and some time to rest away from everyone. He thought better of it when a familiar smell caught his nose. He hadn’t realized he had gotten so close to the bakery, but when he looked up, sure enough, there it was, tempting him with it’s smells and the promise of companionship. Who was he to deny?

When he entered the shop, it was empty. Not even Laila was there behind the counter. Perhaps she was back in the kitchen since no one else was there, but he couldn’t hear the sounds of someone shuffling about. He frowned, stepping closer to the counter, searching for any sign of another person in the building. It didn’t seem right. If Laila wasn’t here, then shouldn’t the door be locked to prevent someone wandering in like he did?

When he strained his ears he thought he could hear something, however slightly. Breathing, maybe, but it sounded uneven, rough, more like quiet gasping. Coming from the kitchen.

He probably shouldn’t but in. It might be best if he just went home.

And yet…

He skirted around the counter, peering through the kitchen door.

Laila was there, sitting on the ground, back pressed against qthe cupboards under the counter, knees pulled up to her chest and face buried in her arms. Her shoulders shook slightly, and he now recognized the gasps as crying. She was crying.

He shuffled across the floor, silently sitting next to her on the ground and gently resting a hand on her shaking shoulder. She jumped slightly at his sudden touch, rolling her head to the side to look at him with watery, dark eyes, furrowed with confusion.

“Bruno?”

“Hey.” He said, voice soft. “Rough day?”

She nodded, uncurling a bit from the ball she had so effectively forced herself into and looking down at her lap.

“Sometimes it’s okay. When I’m working I can forget for a while, sometimes, but … I can’t seem to forget today. Almost everything reminds me of Mamá.” The tears started welling up in her eyes again as she hugged herself tight, refusing to look him in the eye. “Extraño a mi mamá.”

A moment passed while Bruno thought over what to do. He ended up wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in for a hug. He wasn’t sure what else to do. A good hug always made him feel better.

She broke down, crumbling into him, grasping at his ruana and sobbing into his shoulder. He just held her tighter, rubbing circles into her back. He rested his cheek against her hair, pinned up proper as always, and mumurred reassurances. It was nonsense, mostly, but he wasn’t sure what else to do, just working off of what felt right.

He hated how broken she sounded, his heart wrenching with every loud sob like it was breaking itself. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like, to lose someone you loved, couldn’t imagine the pain she was going through, but he could try his best.

He let her cry as long as she needed to. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, he didn’t care. He thought of nothing but her and comforting her, getting her through this moment.

Eventually, she did manage to calm down, her sobs lessening into whimpers, then ragged breaths. Even then, he didn’t let her go until she pulled away, going back to her spot next to him. She sniffed and rubbed at her face, trying to rid herself of any sign of her meltdown.

“Lo siento, I don’t usually fall apart like that.” She gave a shaky laugh, one with no warmth behind it.

“You don’t need to apologize. I mean, you’re going through a lot right now, you know, with your mamá … You’re grieving, it’s understandable. You’re allowed to be upset or sad or angry or whatever it is you’re feeling. Ah, but I’m rambling now. My point is, you’re allowed to have as many meltdowns as you need.”

She watched him as he tried his best to find some sort of comforting words. By the time he finished, she had a small smile on her face, sad and a bit watery, but with its warmth back.

“Gracias, Bruno.” She said, her hand grabbing his and giving a small squeeze. “I really appreciate it. What would I do without you?”

“Ah, cry alone I suppose, just wishing you had a young, handsome guy to comfort you and whose shoulder you can cry on.” He said it as dramatically as he could, giving an over the top pained expression.

That managed to make her laugh, even if it was pretty quiet. He didn’t care.

“I suppose so. But wherever would I find such a man! Surely there isn’t anyone in the town caring and kind and handsome enough for that.”

“Wait, you actually think I’m handsome.” Bruno asked, confused whether or not that was just part of the playful banter. She just giggled.

“Of course. What, has no one told you that before?”

He shrugged, giving a lopsided grin.

“You mean other than mamá? No, not really.”

She scoffed.

“Idiotas. All of them. That or blind.” He made a noise, a mix between a scoff and a chuckle, shaking his head. She giggled. “Seriously though.”

He smiled, squeezing her hand.

“Of course.”

She stared at him a moment, the prettiest smile on her face, before sniffing and rubbing at her face again.

“I should probably get back to work.” She huffed, letting go of his hand and getting up. His heart clenched at the absence, but he refused to show it, standing up with her.

“You sure? You could always close early.”

She shook her head, walking over to the sink to wash her hands.

“Not before dinner rush. Maybe after.”

“Wouldn’t that be when you close anyway?”

“Not usually. I stay open a few more hours just in case, work on prep for tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a lot of work.” Bruno decided to sit at the small table, watching Laila work. She either didn’t notice him settling in to stay or didn’t mind, either way she didn’t comment on it. “Do you ever take some days off?”

She shrugged, poking around the ovens.

“Not really, people always need bread.”

“Then maybe you can get an assistant or another worker or something.”

“Yeah, I probably should.” She hummed to herself, pulling a large bowl over from where it had been tucked away in the corner. “I wonder if anyone’s looking? I suppose I could ask around the teenagers, they’re always looking for some money.”

She took off the towel that was sitting over the bowl, checking whatever was inside. She gave a satisfied nod, bending down to grab a bag of flour from under the counter and sprinkling it across the stone. Then she dumped the contents of the bowl out, some sort of dough. Obviously. He should have known that.

They talked as she kneaded the dough, about everything and anything. She had gone on a few rants, about rude customers, about the annoyancances of baking, especially about Diego. She really didn’t like him. She said it was because he wouldn’t leave her alone and kept trying to hit on her after she already said she wasn’t interested.

“I know he’s not the smartest, but come on! Just take the no and move on to one of the many other women who are more than happy to fall on their knees and suck his dick! That’s not a slight against them, of course, they can do whatever they want. He’s just so stubborn in the worst way possible!”

“You can be stubborn in a good way?” Bruno asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he thought about it. “I mean, I suppose if it’s about something good like making sure the poor are fed or something. Yeah, no, you’re right, nevermind, pretend I didn’t say anything.”

She had chuckled then, flashing him a smile before returning to her dough.

The bread was put into the oven before he had to leave.

“Have to get home in time for dinner.” He had said, nearly at the kitchen door before Laila stopped him.

“Wait!” He stopped, of course, turning back, but before he could ask her anything she had wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. It took him off guard, but once he realized what she was doing he hugged back.

“Muchas gracias, seriously. You made my day better.” It was too soon when she pulled away, the brightest smile on her face. “Promise you’ll visit more?”

He smiled back, eyes soft.

“Of course, as often as I can. If that’s okay?”

“Obviously. I did just ask you to do it.”

“Yeah , right.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you soon then.”

This time she let him leave, hugging herself tight once the front door had shut. Alone again.

[earlgreydream]

blindfold.

| draco x reader x Theo | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Draco, Theo and reader where it starts with a smut, but then the reader has to say the safeword and the boys are so sweet to her

a/n: I want something soft, so here’s a sweet little d x t x r blurb

“I read about it in a book,” you whispered to Draco, sitting on a table in the common room. He stood in front of you, between your legs, hands resting on your thighs.

“My naughty girl, what kinds of books are you reading?” He teased, kissing and nipping at your jaw. You giggled softly, squirming away from your boyfriend.

“I’m a good girl!” You insisted quietly, keeping your conversation private.

“I don’t know about that,” Theo spoke, walking over and setting his bag down beside you. He pecked your lips, earning an adoring smile.

“Our sweet little Y/N read about blindfolds in a novel, and suggested the idea to me,” Draco filled Theo in on your conversation, making you blush.

“Blindfolds? That’s something you want to try?” Theo asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I don’t know, we’d been talking about trying new things. I thought that one would be easy.”

“We can try it, sweetheart,” Theo concluded, giving you another kiss.

They dropped their things off in the prefect dorm and hurried to quidditch practice, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You slipped off of the table, walking to Draco’s dorm. You worked on a charms essay and tried not to let your mind wander too far while you waited for them to come back. The two hours felt like a lifetime, and you were relieved when they entered enthusiastically, happy to be home to you.

“How was practice?”

“It was great, everything went really well.”

The boys kissed your head before going to clean up, and you undressed while you waited for them. They returned and Draco smiled, wrapping his arms around your bare waist and kissing you deeply. You carded your fingers into his hair and moaned into the kiss, feeling him slide his tongue past your lips. The kiss was possessive, wrapping you in the feeling of being his, offering protection and safety. Theo pressed kisses along the back of your neck, lifting your hair and finding the little places that made your knees weak.

“Let’s experiment, shall we?” Theo asked, and you nodded breathlessly.

“I’m a little nervous,” you confessed as you climbed onto the bed, sitting up.

“We’ve got you, you’re entirely safe with us,” Theo reassured you, his lips brushing yours.

You settled down, reaching out to hold Theo’s forearms as Draco gently secured one of his green silk ties around your head, blindfolding you.

You had been curious to try something new, but you were now a little unsure about being unable to see what was coming, or what the boys were doing to you.

You certainly trusted them, though you were uneasy with one of your senses taken away. You jumped a bit as Draco’s fingers trailed down your spine, making him laugh.

“Be gentle, please,” you practically begged, clinging just a bit harder to Theo.

“We will, sweetheart. Draco and I aren’t going to hurt you,” Theo promised, kissing your cheek.

He lowered you to lay down on the sheets, keeping one of his hands in yours. Draco admired you, smiling as he ran his hands up the sides of your body, gently fondling you. Your back arched, pushing your chest into his touch, an action Draco appreciated.

He knelt between your legs, prying your knees apart and exposing you to them. Theo smiled, his free hand trailing between your legs and finding your clit, rubbing your sensitive skin and pulling a whine from you.

You jumped as Draco began to ease into you, quickly enough that it was one fluid motion. Theo kept moving his fingers in tight circles, kissing up the sounds you were making.

Your heart started to race, and you were feeling overwhelmed by their movements, especially when Draco’s hands returned to exploring your body. You tried to relax, but it all got to be a little much for you.

You pushed your blindfold off, gently shoving Theo off of you.

“Slytherin!” You gasped your safeword once your kiss was broken with your boyfriend.

Draco immediately eased out of you, and Theo took his hands off of your body.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Draco’s worry was written all over his face. You sat up, drawing in sharp breaths.

“Yeah, I just... I didn’t like that,” your voice trembled and Theo opened his arms.

“We never have to try it again, never.” Theo promised, kissing your head as you climbed onto his lap.

Draco agreed, squeezing your hand and kissing your shoulder. You mumbled out an apology, your cheeks pink with embarrassment over getting so upset over nothing. 

“Don’t apologize, ever. We want you to feel comfortable. Your safeword is there for you to use, love. We will never be upset with you for being honest,” Theo promised, gently grasping your jaw so you were looking at the boys. He leaned down and kissed you, feeling you relax against his arms. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” Draco asked, earning a nod from you. 

You let your boyfriends care for you, showering with them and squealing as Draco sprayed you in the face with water.

“Draco!” you shrieked, putting your hands up and smacking his chest. 

Theo laughed, returning the showerhead to its place before turning the water off and ushering the two of you out. 

“Enough causing trouble, Malfoy,” Theo scolded lovingly as Draco tried to tickle your sides. 

“But-”

“Go be useful, get Y/N something to wear.”

Draco rolled his eyes at Theo before kissing your cheek and grabbing one of his jumpers for you. You ran your fingers over the stitching that said New York, a souvenir of one of Draco’s many trips abroad. He rolled the sleeves up so your hands were free before kissing your palms, making you smile. 

You sat on Theo’s lap in a green velvet chair, enjoying the feeling of him gently dragging a brush through your locks. You watched Draco sway to the music playing from his record stand as he changed the sheets. His silver eyes met yours, and he blew you a kiss, making you giggle. Theo’s gentle hands in your hair calmed you into feeling sleepy, and you slid off of his lap. He caught your hips and kissed the base of your spine before letting you go, following you to join Draco in bed. 

[pies-writes-and-more]

Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :) 

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride. 

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!” 

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously. 

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.

[tommyspeakycap]

hi could you do an imagine/ one shot where it’s a snow day and ur w his family and it’s just all cute w whoever u want :)

snow days and haribo rings

jack grealish x reader

Jack was thankful for having a big car when he woke up this morning. It became apparent most people would have their close to Christmas family get together deterred or even completely cancelled by the amount of snow that had fallen over the course of the evening and continued when you woke in the morning.

The best part was seeing you light up like a child, eyes wide and bright as you all but jumped up and down. Jack had laughed, his smile stretched wide as you stood out the back catching snowflakes on your hands and throwing toys for the puppy who kept launching himself into the thick snow. Jack admired you from the kitchen window, conjoined dining room sliding glass door still wide open so he can hear your giggles bouncing through the house as he constructed one of the only meals he could. His toast and cheese was immaculate though, bloody amazing.

“The little ‘uns are dying to see you.” Jack announces in the car as he pulls down his parents street. His little cousins do just adore you and he can’t blame them one bit. Seeing you play with them, giggling when they pile on top of you for hugs and kisses always awakens something in him he hadn’t noticed before. It made him very broody, especially at this time of year. “Really?” you beam, eyes lighting up once again as you turn to look at him for the first time since getting into the car. He was well aware of your eyes stuck on the little snow shapes that flutter into the front window and the snowmen that line the streets. Pointing out bigger ones and getting excited when you see kids out. “Look!” You squeal, pointing your finger against the window. “Snow angels!”

“You’re my snow angel.” He retorted, flirting shamelessly with a huge cheesey beam. You let out a loud laugh as you screw up your face. “You’re awful,” you snort, shaking your head. Jack laughs with you, pulling the car into park in the drive so he can lean over and press his lips onto your cheek, warmed by the heaters of the large range rover.

Jack helps you jump out of the car so you don’t slip, because despite the fact his dad has claimed to have shovelled the drive, it was covered again in a thick layer of powdery snow. Your boyfriend wraps you up in him immediately, tucking you into his side so close you practically become one person. Touch has always been Jack’s love language. He almost always has to be touching you and it’s usually a subconscious act. An arm that’ll find its way around your waist or his hand that slips into yours. He’s very tactile and he just loves to have you there in his arms.

Karen is at the door ushering you into the warm house before either or you have the chance to raise a cold hand to knock it and before you have the chance to enjoy the heat, Jack’s little cousins - who call him uncle Jack just for easiness sake - have threw themselves at you both. Jack catches them a lot easier than you do with bellowing laughter so happy you can imagine the sound in a few years time when he gets home from training or game trips and it’s yours and his kids that get to barrel through the house and greet him like this. It makes your heart sing in a mixture of excitement and joy.

“Come on come on come on!” They chant, tugging your arm quickly through the house as you call your greetings along the way. Jack is left standing in by the coat rack with a stupid grin watching his little cousins drag you through the house until you reach the back door.

Jack can’t seem to keep his focus on the conversation with his mum as they sit at the dining room table next to the window that looks out to into the garden. He keeps looking out to you, exaggeratedly falling over when you get hit by snowballs thrown by the small kids, yelling out as they bound over to leap on top of you with hysterically laughing, wrapped up in warm winter coats, hats and scarfs. You’ve only got a jacket on though and Jack worries as he always does that you’re not warm enough.

“She needs an extra layer,” Jack mumbles, making his mother beam as she looks at him with a warm mug of hot chocolate between her hands. She’s so proud of the man that her boy has become. The kind who worried about his girlfriend being too cold even in the summer. Jack stands at the back door uneasily waiting for you to reach him. “You’re going to end up sick.” He states with a frown as he hurriedly moves to wrap a thick scarf around you neck. “That’s a myth, can’t get the cold from being cold.” You shiver, allowing him to offer you a sip of hot chocolate from his mug to warm you up and you accept it happily.

“Can get hypothermia though, Mrs Degree.” He retorts teasingly, his eyes created with a smile. “Not a medical degree, J. And that’s Miss degree thank you very much.” You snip as you trudge back off the snow with him following you, setting the mug down before he stepped out the door. Jack immediately notices the excitement on his little cousins faces when you both appear for the the snowball fight where you split into separate teams. The snowball fight where you end up pinned down on the snow by Jack, his face inches from yours as his lips just about brush yours. Even chapped and slightly cracked from the cold, Jack would kiss those lips happily forever. He can’t fight the smile that plays on his lips at the sight of your nose and cheeks tinted red from the cold.

“I could change that, you know.” He hums softly, eyes getting lost in yours. You simply gaze up at him puzzled with slightly furrowed brows. “The miss thing i mean,” he backtracks, his words something like a nervous stutter, “Cause you’re my missus, could make you a missus- mine. My missus. Like, with my name an’ all that.”

You giggle at his broken up stammering sentences, your lips stretching wide into a grin.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Jack?” You lull, a teasing tone hiding clearly behind your words as he shakes his head, moderately embarrassed by his poor attempt. Jack clears his throat, rolling off you to lay beside you on the thick snow cushioning your back before he squished you. “Suppose so,” he whips his head to face you, “Depends on what your answer would be?” he adds quickly with a smile yet worried eyes.

“Charming.” You jest sarcastically, shooting him an playfully incredulous look. “But i’d say yeah.” You add, staring up at the darkening sky with snow flakes still falling into your faces, getting stuck in Jack’s beard and landing in his hair.

“Mhm, that’s good.” He smiles softly, “Mrs Grealish. (y/n) Grealish.” Jack turns back to you, a soft smile on his lips and love shining in his eyes. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

You giggle in agreement, letting him tug you in closer to him to kiss a snowflake off the tip of your nose before pressing his lips onto yours next. “Yeah, it does.” You agree with one of those wistfully love struck grins as you look at the man you love with all your heart. “I’ll get you a ring, i promise.” He says sweetly, brushing his warm hands over your cold knuckles after he tugs you up to your feet out of the snow.

“I have a ring, Uncle Jack!” You hear from behind you, the two little kids standing there with a mini party bsd or haribos each. They beam up at you, the eldest holding out the red and yellow candy ring that Jack takes with a thank you and a tenacity as if it were a real, very expensive ring that you wouldn’t eat within the next ten minutes. Yet, the brown haired brummie still takes a knee in the snow, holding your hand and looking up at you. “I promise i’ll get you a proper ring, nice one too. All the best for you. Get you a nice big ring a s a nice big family an’ i’ll spoil you, spoil you all. I’ll spoil you forever. Promise. Will you marry me?”

Tears appear in your eyes involuntarily, a giggle breaking past your lips as you nod your head virtually. “Yeah, yeah of course i’ll marry you. Now up her and kiss me before you get a chill.”

Jack stands up eagerly, pressing his lips against yours as he pushes that ring onto your ring finger for you to hold out in front of you to admire. As Jack kisses you once again before he starts leading you inside holding onto your hand, you can only think about how happy you are with him. You’d be happy to marry him in a tracksuit or pyjamas, you didn’t care. You just wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and he felt the same way. Fancy rings wasn’t a big deal for you, but you knew he’d get you one anyway because he’s Jack. He has the money and he would be dammed if he didn’t spoil his girl.

“You didn’t,” Karen gawps, shaking her head with a teasing roll of her eyes. “You better get that girl a real one.” She tells Jack as he sits there on the couch later with you tucked under his arm, “you make sure he does.” She says to you before she went off to the kitchen. You turn to Jack, the fingers of your right hand laced into his as you raise the left one still with that ring on it.

“Sweet tooth?” You chime with a smile, Jack chuckles. “Always.” He responds easily. You lift your hand up to his mouth and just barely feel his teeth against your finger as he takes a bite off of that ring. You pop the rest of it in your mouth with a giggle.

“We are my ring.” You say through giggles, feeling his press his lips against the side of your head. “I’m sorry baby.” Jack responds, pulling you even closer to him under the warm fluffy blanket as you curl into his chest.

“Don’t be,” you mutter softly, “i’m happy to marry you with nothing but candy rings we’ll eat before the days out.”

“Good,” Jack says firmly, tightening his arms around you, “Because i’ll get you all the haribo rings you like, forever and always baby.”

The ghost of a smile dances over your lips as fatigue catches up with you, echoing his words adoringly. “Yeah….forever and always.”

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

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The Four Lords (+Duke) reaction to the adopted daughter!Reader 

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💎The Duke💎

• The Duke is quite pleased with how well behaved you’re being during the visits to the four Lords. But in the few months he’s cared for you he’d noticed you were a rather well behaved child. More interested in playing with dolls or reading than getting in trouble. Which was a weight off his mind. He’d be panicked if you’d decided to run off while he was working.

• He’d dressed you in a darling little dress in your favorite color, perfect for the weather. And before he spoke with the Lords he’d given you one of the little dolls and some children’s books to keep you occupied. A bored child is a mischievous child after all. 

• The Duke kept an eye on you regardless of how well behaved you were though. He is confident in his abilities but he’s also very aware of the four Lord’s abilities and refuses to risk your safety by being overly confident in himself.

• Though he was happy to realize that none of the lords had given him any issues regarding his new charge. In fact you seem to have charmed your way into their hearts in one way or another. Though he can’t say he’s terribly surprised. You’re a wonderful little darling <3

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🍷 Lady Dimitrescu 🍷

• She’s quite surprised by the sudden introduction of a child from the Duke. As far as she knew the Duke had no children, or a wife to give him such a child for that matter. Though she supposed it wasn’t impossible for him to have found himself a little wife and then ended up with a little one. She supposed stranger things had been known to happen.

• And she offered the same courtesy and hospitality to you that she did to the Duke. You were both guests of Castle Dimitrescu after all. It also helped that you were very polite and looked at her in such awe. But that wasn’t surprising, Alcina was aware that she was rather impressive. So it made sense for you to be in awe of her. 

• When it was time for her and the Duke to talk business she noticed you were sat in a chair in the corner behind the Duke playing quietly with a pretty doll. Secretly Alcina thought you were adorable, in your little dress and with the flower clip in your brushed and styled hair. So when she called for a maid to bring her and the Duke a glass of wine she also offhandedly told the maid to bring ‘the little one’, aka you, a cup of something sweet.

• On your way out the Duke thanked the Lord for her kindness, looking down at you and saying, “And what do we say?”. Making you turn to Alcina and the Dimitrescu daughters before dipping into a little curtsy and thanking them for letting you both visit. Lady Dimitrescu couldn’t hide the small smile the action caused, you were very adorable and it left her in a brighter mood. She just chuckled and replied that it was a pleasure having you and the Duke, and you were both welcome back again.

🎎 Donna Beneviento 🎎

• Donna is more surprised than Lady Dimitrescu had been. Though thanks to her veil there’s no way anyone would be able to tell. But Angie is excited, practically wiggling out of her seat at the introduction of a potential new playmate. Its been far too long since Angie got to play with anyone besides Donna and their other doll friends.

• Before any business talk could be started Angie excitedly asked the portly merchant if she could play with you. He glanced down at you and saw you didn’t look scared of the doll girl, just curious. So he said it was up to you. So Angie asked you if you wanted to play. You happily agreed, not having had anyone to play with in a long time. 

• While the Duke and Donna spoke together you, Angie, and a couple other animated porcelain dolls played together. You had a little tea party and Angie even let you brush her hair. You had a wonderful time and were even happier when Donna offered to make everyone some lemonade with cookies. The Duke said that sounded wonderful while they talked business. And all in all the evening was a delight for everyone.

• But all good things must come to an end and after a few hours it was time for you and the Duke to go. Angie was visibly upset, even getting a little bratty about her new playmate having to leave. The Duke however reassured both Angie and Donna that he would be happy to have him and you return for another visit if they wanted. Before he could even finish his offer Angie was all but squealing yes. So needless to say you were going to be visiting again~

🐟 Salvatore Moreau 🐟

• Moreau is shocked by the sudden appearance of a little girl and also incredibly nervous. But he’s always nervous around new people, the fact you’re a child just makes it worse somehow. He’s aware of his... less than pleasing appearance and he doesn’t want to scare a little girl. In fact he braces himself after catching sight of you, fully expecting you to scream or run or even cry.

• But to his surprise you do none of any of those. You don’t even wrinkle your nose in disgust. Instead you just stare up at him with wide curious eyes, which isn’t exactly pleasant for him either but he understands on a level that you’re just a child and merely curious. And honestly you staring in curiosity is far better than you bawling your eyes out..

• Once the introductions are out of the way Moreau is surprised to see you sitting at the Duke’s side, just reading a little fairytale book quietly while he and your father speak of business. And your distracted state gives Moreau the perfect opportunity to observe you. He hasn’t seen a child in... so long. He actually can’t recall the last time he’d seen a child. What with him isolating himself in the Reservoir and only being given adults to experiment on with the Cadou. Being around children hadn’t exactly been something he’d sought out. 

• But he found he didn’t mind you. You were polite and kind and he thought how you called him ‘Mr. Moreau’ was adorable. The Duke kept you close to him while visiting Moreau, not because he thought the fish man would hurt you, but because of how... unsanitary the Reservoir was. He didn’t want you touching any of the slime that was around the place. But he did allow Moreau to gift you little gold trinkets he said he found at the bottom of the lake. 

⚙️ Karl Heisenberg ⚙️

• Heisenberg is... put off by the presence of a child in his domain. He’s not exactly the most ‘child friendly’ person in a 20 mile radius. In fact, if you ask anyone they’d assume with his rough demeanor that he didn’t like kids. And he’d agree with them in a heartbeat too. And he’d site every shitty thing he could think of about kids with a scoff. 

• “They’re loud, they’re annoying, they piss and shit everywhere, and they can’t even fend for themselves on top of all that. They’re like untrained dogs that don’t even have the bonus of being good guards.”

• But what he doesn’t want anyone to know is... he loves kids. Seeing kids with their parents reminds him of a time in his life, one long before now, where he was actually happy. To him kids meant family. Something he’s desperately wanted, but known he couldn’t have with Miranda around. So seeing you made him feel happy and also very sad. Both of which he avoided confronting so he instead settled on irritation, his go-to.

• And when he demanded to know what this little ‘ankle biter’ was doing in his factory the Duke had just smiled and told him you were his daughter. That’d thrown the metal manipulator for a bit of a loop. But after snapping out of it Heisenberg told the Duke that his factory was the last place a KID needed to be running around and messing with shit. The Duke assured him you would be on your best behavior. Heisenberg begrudgingly let you stay, but only on the terms that you’d stay out of his way, not touch anything, and not leave the Duke’s sight. The Duke agreed easily.

• Heisenberg had two outward moods regarding you. Either he acted like he was annoyed with you or he acted like you weren’t even there. But he never actually spoke harshly to you. Even when you kept asking him questions about the stuff in his factory. After answering half a dozen questions he fired one back at you, asking why you had so many questions. You’d been surprised by his question but just giggled and said because his factory was cool. He’d acted like he didn’t care but after that when he’d come talk to the Duke he’d always bring you little metal figurines that you adored. Heisenberg found you to be a cute little punk, but he’d rather saw an arm off before admitting it.

[iovelore]

❝ MORTAL TALES ❞ ( O1 )

summary and word count: a certain fae can’t help but find amusement in the youngest elfhame’s prince‘s frustration. wc — 1493

pairings: the cruel prince!cardan greenbriar x fem!reader

contents and warnings: jealousy, hinting of threesome, mentions of knife (nothing extreme), suggestive content, mutual pining-ish, fluffy?

a/n: i used tcp cardan because i couldn’t see any context of y/n being used in a fic in the other books (i also need it for the next part </3). i tried my best to include the tail bit since it didn‘t come out right, ill add it in either part 2/3. cardan is a bit ooc (i made him a bit idk how to put it besides: sub?man whore. because i believe that’s what he is 😁). and y/n resembles jude just a little bit with the blade thing, but only a little because jude is neither very flirty or open up about her sexuality (more so in the first book) and that’s what i made y/n like.

also, since this was more in y/n’s perspective, next part will be more so cardans <3

Y/N's legs crossed as she leaned her head on locke's shoulder, while Poppy, a half-faerie: who Locke has shown great interest in— for all the wrong reasons — sat before them and told them of the mortal tales her father would recite to her every night or the ones she gathered on her own from her adventures back where the humans lived.

Y/N found them odd: how they all were almost nothing compared to the people here; they were fragile, but she found similar enjoyment in them all nonetheless — and perhaps she had the eldest duarte to blame for her obsession with all things mortal, and Poppy's tales weren't helping either — which has unfortunately gained her the harsh scowls from the youngest prince of Elfhame.

Though that was no surprise. The boy had never been kind enough for her to realise that his treatment towards her was almost cruel — not that it had mattered, because to Y/N it was a show; she knew where his feelings lay, and it was nothing but amusing. To everyone with eye sight as clear as day, he'd never liked her, but when in class, when he believes her to be ignorant of his stare or his wagging tail; she has a classmate whisper every move his body makes, and it fuelled her heart all too much.

"It's not quite normal there, unlike here, if anyone decided to walk around with it they'd get humiliated till they're six feet under," Poppy snorted, covering her mouth with the back of her palms.

Locke turned to stare behind him, catching sight of the prince and Nicasia — both pouting miserably (one much too obvious than the other), and at that, he smiled. "Oh you’re right, tails are quite odd aren’t they? More so on a prince,"

Y/N shrugged at that, "It's alright, I do think Cardan makes it quite, charming? He’s always wagging it around like some...was it a cat you called it?"

"Yes a cat," Poppy shook her head positively, "though don't say that out loud, I doubt he's as clueless on mortal knowledge as we think he is."

Locke hummed, a smirk growing on his lips as he kept his eyes trained on his friend, Y/N following suite of his gaze and sultry grinning at the boy from afar, ignoring Nicasia — causing his eyes to widen momentarily, before the scowl found home on his face once more.

"He's never quite liked you has he?" His words were soft against her ear, his lips landing gently beneath her ear-lobes, kissing it tenderly as he kept his eyes trained on his flaring friend — who if one squinted, could perhaps see smoke escape his ears, if they ignored the immense swinging of his tail.

Y/N smiled, a small amount of malice lacing her intentions, "hatred I'd say, though he doesn't think I'm that foolish does he?"

Poppy, who now stared at her feet, hands tugging the grass with a blush coating her tanned features, "he's looked like he wanted to murder Locke."

Y/N snickered, a sickeningly sweet one at that, as she lowly muttered, "it’s all working then, sweetness."

Later on, when Y/N was left with no one to keep her company — as Locke found himself adorning Poppy and Nicasia's presence, alone — she took notice of the emptiness of Locke's home. It was beautiful, nothing as extravagant as Hollow Hall, yet she found herself admiring the interior all the same.

And as her hands traced the designs etched on the walls, as if it were a reminiscence of her first time staring upon them, a deep, and rather annoyed cough fleed her from her thoughts.

she stayed in position, her back facing Cardan and only gripping the knife resting on her waist, "now what would the prince need at a time like this? Should he not be in his humble abode by now?"

"Should you not be with your lover boy? Or is it that you enjoy using people like he does?" His tone was hostile as he spat his words, however the light softness that rippled around it was evident and Y/N couldn't help her lips tugging upwards.

She turned around, staring at him — where he leaned cooly against one of the walls — with squinted eyes, faux contempt present in her stare, and he shifted in his spot at her gaze.

She swiftly walked, her steps careful as to not trip on her dress. And when she reached him, she, boldly, placed her hands on his chest, dragging it downwards firmly — and his thumping heart beneath his rib cage could be faintly heard from the short proximity between them.

Y/N titled her head when he clenched his fists, but found a smile etching on her lips when his eyes were lightly fluttering. "Do I really threaten you that much that your hatred towards me is the only thing that keeps you going? It's pathetic truly, especially for a prince."

Cardan gulped, mind hazy at the contact and his body was supported by his tail, that was wrapped roughly around one of his legs. He could not utter the next words without stroking her ego, and it was then he'd wished — though he'd never admit out loud — that he were mortal, because he needed to lie if not keep his mouth shut.

More so with her trapping him, her knees coming forward and slightly spreading his legs, so that the entirety of his body leaned upon the wall. And despite him towering over her due to one of her legs bending in-front of the other, he could not move, catching sight of the shiny blade securely placed on her hips and her rigid grasp on them.

She had been around a certain mortal for too long, he thought, and at that his sneer was present again.

Y/N gently bit her tongue to stifle the giggle from escaping her, "what, cat's got your tongue?"

His lips were tightly sealed, and though he already knew the effects she displayed were affecting him, greatly, he refused to acknowledge her — especially that any movement could cause his legs to move slightly forward and brush . . .

She shook her head with a light hearted laugh that had his heart beating just a little bit faster, just a little bit. Her hands releasing the grip she had on her blade, before placing it on his cheek and patting him smoothly.

"You're quite humorous you know, would be a shame if you wasted all that energy on 'hating' me when it could be used for something else, you decide, my prince." she said, her tone sensual and low, before gradually stepping away allowing room (only a small amount at that) for the boy before her to breathe, she let one of her fingers crawl delicately on his hollow cheek bones, that though looked sharp, were as soft as anything could be.

Cardan's eyes widened ever so slightly, now registering her words, "are you flirting with me?" He asked. The space between them now slightly obvious, and he hated it — almost as much as he pretends to loathe her.

Y/N raised her brows, crossing her arms in an unlikely childish manner before nodding, "you're quite oblivious you know? Yes."

"Well," the confirmation enabled a smirk to appear on his face, only to be dismissed by her voice, again.

"Well? Is that all? Because I have things to do, and if my offer does not interest you then I'll gladly leave and find another willing volunteer," she purred, ignoring the way his brows harshly and quickly furrowed, creating a crease, "how about Locke? We are reasonably close, and he does not have a tail — which looks a bit foolish, don't you think?"

He was blushing crimson now, red sparklings littering his pale cheeks, but then his lips curled up — however, he does not look as frighting as he's expecting to be, he knew that, especially with her knees still resting between his thighs (which is all he's trying to drift his mind from at the moment).

"I don't see anything off with it, I've been told it makes one interesting. You've spent too much time with mortals and those alike." Cardan's jaw clenched and his chest was rising a lot more than it was a few minutes before.

Y/N pursed her lips, "Well then, show me how interesting one can get." She leaned forward, her breath fanning atop his lips and he found his own hitching.

His eyes were wandering from her eyes, which he secretly adored, to her lips, and he subconsciously nodded, leaning forward.

Only then, her hands rested on his chest, pushing him away slightly and his head came in contact with the wall yet again, and he had to bite his bottom lips in hopes that she had no idea how much he’d needed her, all of her.

Y/N stepped backwards, finally standing straight. Her hands on her side once more and she gave the prince an alluring smile, "I'll see you later, cardan."

He glared at the spot she had been standing in once she’d left, and he knew that it was a silly game she’s playing.

And what is a game if it involves one player?

[willowbleedsonpaper]

Happy With You

Sirius Black x Female Reader

W.C. : 2800

Request: Hiii wifey ;) may I request a fic for the love of my life sirius black? Maybe the reader is james’ little sibling?Also, lots of yearning/ mutual pining please 😭 but please pleaseeee make it a happy ending cause shattered part one left me HEART BROKEN

A/N: Thanks for the request lovely! I had so much fun writing this I hope you and everyone enjoy it.

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Maybe it was the way she spoke, like her words were written in the finest sheets of parchment by all the blessed people that got to listen to her, as if her voice carried the melody of a siren and attracted everyone in her direction. It definitely had that effect on Sirius Black.

Sirius wanted to follow her to every place she set foot on, listen to her talk as full of passion and excitement as she always did. She had a magnet to her, a magnet that pulled him and made him want to talk to her all the time. Or just be with her, sitting on grass just outside of the castle as she played and ran, maybe he’d play with her. Laughter flowing with the cold breeze as he wrapped his arm around her waist and spun her in the air.

“Sirius!”

That wasn’t her voice.

“Merlin, we’ve lost him.”

But it was close enough.

“Huh?” Sirius murmured, lifting his head from the book open in the desk in front of him. He shook his head softly, eyes focusing on round glasses before he could see beyond the lens and into brown eyes. Not quite the ones he was hoping for, though. “What is it?”

“Never seen you so invested in something.” James chuckled. If only he knew. “Do you get what the professor is talking about?” he asked, spinning the book in the air to see if maybe he got it upside down with no luck, the book was on the right side and just as it was supposed to be read “I reckon he stopped speaking English hours ago.”

Sirius laughed at that, turning to see Peter just as confused as James and then to Remus, the only one actually taking notes “Moony gets it.” he said, pointing towards the brown haired boy with a small grin. “Ask him.”

“Oh, we know Moony gets it.” James said humorlessly, snatching the book from Sirius’ hands “He’ll explain to us later, but I need to understand now.” He turned back on his seat, stealing glances from Remus’ papers as Remus moved slightly to the left, giving James a better view.

“Do you get it?” Sirius whispered in Peter’s direction, the boy calmly taking notes as he nodded.

“I think so.” he answered “Just found the part in the text that he’s talking about. But the professor already asked James, he didn’t know the answer and he’s about to get detention that would get him out of the next Quidditch practices. He 's desperate.”

“Figures.” Sirius laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he started taking notes about what he thought was important or worth remembering “Maybe whisper the answer to him next time.”

“I’m barely understanding myself.” Peter murmured, turning to Sirius “I thought you would know, we lost you to that book for a minute there.” He said, pointing to the same page Peter had opened in his book, but Sirius just shook his head “Just as lost as you.” he mumbled, but the hint in his voice was clear that he didn’t mean the class.

*******

You stood next to your professor’s desk, your friend just behind you as you asked the few questions you still had about your class that just ended. That was when the loud voices reached your ears and you smiled internally, James was close.

“...and that would be the more complicated uses of the charm.” the raspy sound of your professor’s voice ceased and you had to stop yourself from running out of the classroom right there and then. He is always with him.

“Thank you, professor. I understand better now.” you smiled at him, taking your friend’s wrist as you slowly started to walk “We’ll see you next class.!” you said, your face a blur as you ran outside dragging your friend with you.

“What 's the rush?!” she yelled over the fuzz of the students changing classes and the wind flowing in your ears. Her hand shot up in the air, holding down the hat on her head as you sped through the halls following the trail only they could leave.

“They were here.” you informed her, avoiding all the people in your way.

“Godric, you’re out of your mind.” she laughed, but followed you anyway.

Just as the hallways started to get clearer you got the advantage of finding the four heads you were looking for, just standing in the middle of the entrance to the castle like they owned the place. Somehow, you knew they did and no one had the courage to admit it. They knew it too well and had no need to put it into words. Yes, they got detention and caused more trouble than the entire school together, but most of Hogwarts loved them and they got away with more than they should be able to, even professors had a soft spot for them. They had a nameless power over Hogwarts and they knew it. But you had power over one of them.

“James Potter!” you yelled, marching towards them as you still held onto your friend's hand.

His head snapped up to you, the momentarily fear that he showed on his face quickly turning into a grin as he ran towards you with open arms. You squealed, leaving your friend's side to run to him, bodies crashing as he hugged you tightly.

“Hello, little one.” he said excitedly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he ruffled your hair, the groan leaving your mouth only making his grin grow.

“I'm almost as tall as you.” you complained, standing on your tiptoes to see him eye to eye for one second “See?” you said, the effort making you drop to your actual height, the low giggles coming from your friend making you get away from James. “And only a year younger.” you said matter of factly, taking his hand and guiding his arm away from you, just it time to see his friends catching up with him. “Hello boys.” you greeted them with a smile. They all thought you had a light to you that they loved, your first days at Hogwarts had been spent with them and they immediately made you feel like a part of their group. The feeling had stuck until the present day, even if you had your own friends and didn’t spend much time with them as you once did, they had grown to look out for you in their own ways. They all saw you like a little sister and you saw them all like family, but the ache in your heart screamed to this day for something more from a certain someone, your eyes lingering a second longer on him before you turned back to James.

“What did you do now?” you said accusatively, crossing your arms over your chest. You had seen the terror slide from his face the moment he saw it was you calling his full name, he had done something and you knew it.

“Nothing.” he answered defensively, his face tensing as he turned away from you. “We actually have to get to class so I’ll see you later , you goblin.” he stretched his arm, ruffling your hair again before he took off running. “Bye Willow!” he yelled, waving his hand in the air as your friend did the same.

Remus, Peter and Sirius said their goodbyes quickly, following James closely as you and Willow stood there watching them go, only you noticing the slow steps that Sirius was taking, his head turned towards you as he waved his hand. Your giggle echoed the stone walls as he winked in your direction, a smile forming in your face as he finally disappeared from your sight.

“Merlin, that lasted forever.” Willow breathed out.

“What lasted forever?” you asked her, starting to walk beside her.

“Please, I had to fight the urge to cover my eyes.” she said, laughing in the end. A silence followed her words and she turned to see your confused face as you walked “You and Sirius?” she explained in a whisper, as if the words were forbidden to anyone to say out loud.

You continue walking, your confusion only growing as you stared at her “Wh-What about me and him?” you asked with a string of voice, the sound making Willow relax as she flashed you with a smile.

“Are you that oblivious or you're just in denial?” she asked incredulously “He obviously has a thing for you.” You shushed her quickly, covering her mouth with your hand when her voice raised, the sudden motion capturing the attention of a couple of older students. You smiled tightly in their direction, letting go of your hold on Willow as she stuck her tongue out in your direction, the other students gave you an awkward look but carried on their way without a second look in your direction.

“No need to announce it to the entirety of Hogwarts.” you muttered under your breath, a knowing smile on your friends lips as she nodded successfully.

“So you agree he has a thing for you?” with a huff you nodded, rolling your eyes at the squeal she let out. Her hand took hold of your shoulder and she shook you gently “And do you?” she asked “Do you feel something for him?”

Suddenly, your eyes found every single detail of the castle interesting, your eyes landing on every wall with the most intense curiosity as to avoid Willow’s eyes, but there was no escaping her glare “Oh, c´mon!” you hissed, covering your face and dragging your hands down your face “Have you seen him? Of course I have a thing for him.”

Willow laughed but kept her now warm gaze calm on you “But do you have feelings for him?” she asked.

You snapped out of the embarrassed state you were in, turning to her with a frown “I don’t know.” you admitted.

Truly, you didn’t know.

*******

The weekend arrived at Hogwarts, the sunlight shining softly through the windows and over the faces of those closest to them as the birds sang just outside to greet the early risers.

You groaned as soon as the sun caressed the side of your face. “Five more minutes.” you mumbled, covering your face with your pillow, turning to the opposite side with your back to the window.

The quiet room soon was filled with soft snores that you tried to ignore, the noise only growing louder as you pressed the pillow harder against your face. Your eyes snapped open and you rose, supporting your weight on your forearms as you glared to the bed right to yours. One minute passed, then two and then three and you thought you held back enough. Your hand reached for your pillow, throwing it with all your force towards Willow’s face.

Her sudden scream was muffled by the tangled covers that got all over her face as she fell from her bed. The entire mess of limbs and sputter of words lasted for only a second before she emerged from her covers, her eyes instantly landing on you “What was that for?!” she demanded, taking the pillow from beside her and throwing it back.

Ducking her throw, you narrowed your eyes “You’re loud,” you said, getting out of bed “and I’m hungry.”

*******

“I looooove pancakes.” Willow murmured as she took a seat, getting her plate and starting to serve the food without another thought.

A breathy laugh left your lips, taking your spot right in between James and Willow “What Willow means is good morning.” you said with a smile. It had become a habit to have breakfast with James on the weekends when your house didn’t matter and everyone could enjoy their meals without colors keeping them from other students.

“And she lives.” James laughed at the sight of you “You’re an early bird now?”

You glared at him, glancing at Willow once before you huffed heavily “You can blame the bear having breakfast over there.” you said, pointing at her.

She limited to wave a dismissive hand in your direction, her focus on the food in front of her more than in any other thing.

Everyone laughed at your friend’s behaviour, the sleep still in her eyes as she ate. She was oblivious to all the eyes in her.

“Can someone get me the syrup, please?” you asked, reaching your hand in the air. A familiar warmth in your fingertips made you raise your head, your hand lingering there for a moment before you smiled “Thank you.” you told Sirius, a glint in your eyes as you stared at him. His own smile didn’t go unnoticed by you and that sense of calm filled you once more. How could someone so chaotic be such a calming presence to you?

Breakfast became your favorite moment of the week. It was the moment of the week where you had an excuse to be near Sirius, where you could sit next to him and no one would question it. Breakfast became more than just being able to sit close to him or accidentally brushing your hands together. Saturday mornings became your mornings, just you and Sirius. As if the world knew it was the only time and place you could share knowing glances, where smiles looked brighter and the feeling of butterflies wilder. Sirius could swear that holding your hand underneath the table was the best feeling, one where he could swear your skin felt softer and your palm warmer. No one could say a thing, because it was just you and him. Y/N and Sirius.

In those short minutes or rapid hours no words were needed.

But Sirius loved taking risks.

You look lovely, by the way he would whisper in your ear, away from the noise and praying eyes of the rest of your friends.

Soon, the time you two had on the weekend over breakfast wasn’t enough. You started meeting late in the evenings when most of the students prefer to stay inside the castle to avoid the chill air. You two had no problem with it, you had come to enjoy it.

“Tell me more about it.” he asked you gently, his back resting against a tall tree. He held your hand in his, both intertwined and resting against your chest. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

You looked up at him, your head resting on his lap as you thought about it “Well, some muggles believe in witchcraft but not like we know it. You see, we have magic and come here to study it but only a few of us. They believe everyone can perform a spell with the right motivation, they use all kinds of herbs and crystals that we don’t.” you said, your free hand moving with your words as if it was a melody and you were directing “Some of them work with their ancestors and work hard to heal. It’s a completely different kind of witchcraft. They do spells, charms and rituals but not like we do, they even do it dancing. Can you imagine?” you asked, lifting from your position to look at him.

If it weren’t because you waited for his answer he could’ve stayed there watching you. For a moment he swore you were gleaming and he never wanted to let the image go from his mind. He saw you in a different light for the first time, one he hadn’t been able to see you from before. “Dancing?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly, standing and pulling him with you. You let go of his hand and started to move, spinning in your spot with your robes flowing around your bare feet. You took little jumps and started to move your hands with the flow of your hair just above your head.

He really couldn't resist.

You had closed your eyes at some point, giving him the chance to run up to you, the squeal that left your lips didn’t cover his laugh, his arm secured around your waist as he spun you in the air. You were both laughing, the sun setting behind your backs as he finally set you down and then he realized, he felt like all this was coming out of his dreams.

His arms stayed around your waist, swaying gently to the sound of your humming, his head resting comfortably on top of your head. “Are you happy?” he asked you.

You expected for your heartbeat to go crazy, for the palms of your hands to start sweating but all you felt was an overwhelming calm taking over you. You sigh, resting your back against his chest as he held you “I am.” you told him “I feel happy with you.”

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[dimpleddaydreams]

Lazy Day (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic  Characters: Idol!Taehyung, Reader  Rating: T  Warnings: A brief suggestion of sex, but no smut.  Word Count: 782  A/N: The inspiration for this oneshot came from the song ‘Our Day Will Come’ by Amy Winehouse. Her music has always reminded me of Taehyung, so I thought that some music-inspired fluff would be fun to write! I hope you enjoy. x 

The bed cover was soft over your skin, warm from the heat of you and your boyfriend, Taehyung. Both of you bundles of giggling, sweaty mess after your sweet, intimate time between the sheets. You admired how his thick, black hair, although tousled, seemed to fall exactly into place. You stared in his dark eyes, tired but sparkling. His boxy smile showing off his boyish charm as he lay on his side, looking at you adoringly.

His touch was warm and soft, grabbing your hand, his fingers playing with yours.

“See how much fun it is to have a lazy day?” You asked, his grin getting bigger.

“I don’t know if I’d call that lazy, honey.” He teased. “We were pretty busy.”

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, causing giggles to sneak past your lips. He joined your laughter, bringing his lips to yours to give you a soft kiss.

“Let’s just do this every day…” You said quietly in between receiving his kisses.

“I don’t see why not?” He played along, peppering another soft kiss to your lips. “We’re not hurting anyone, why would people mind?”

“Exactly.” You said. “Work be damned.”

He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

“Speaking of work…” He started.

“Why are you trying to bring the mood down?” You cut off his sentence, pouting in his arms.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but it’s important.” Tae reassured. “I know I’ll be gone for a while, but you know if you need anything at all, I’m one phone call away.”

The realization of your boyfriend leaving for several months on tour began to set in. You knew when you started seeing him that this was something that would happen eventually, but it seemed to come sooner than expected.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You said, your voice shaking slightly.

“I’m gonna miss you, too…” He said. “…and our not-so-lazy days in bed.”

He smiled at his successful attempt to get you to laugh, even if it was just a small one. He then untangled himself from you before finding his underwear on the floor, slipping them on, then shuffling to the walk-in closet of your shared bedroom.

“Stay right there!” He shouted from the closet. “Don’t move!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I’ve got the best view in the house.” You teased, watching your boyfriend peek his head around the corner to look at you, his cheeks blushing and his smile wide. You moved closer to the edge of the bed, laying on your side, getting a better view of him.

You gave him a mischievous wink, causing him to playfully roll his eyes at your gesture before dipping back into the closet. You could hear him rummaging through a box he kept stored on a shelf.

He came back into the room, one hand holding something behind his back, a boyish smile plastered on his face.

“Close your eyes.” He asked.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, blushing at your boyfriend’s knack for cute gestures. You squeezed your eyes shut, little laughs slipping from your lips.

“Now, hold out your hands.” He said, his voice a little softer.

“Ok.” You responded, pulling your hands out from under the sheets, and holding them out towards him.

He crouched down to your level, and took one of your hand in his. You felt his hand gently take yours, flipping your hand so that the back was facing him. You waited with anticipation, unsure of what he was doing.

Then, you felt it.

Cold and round, slipping on your finger.

A ring.

You opened your eyes to see a beautifully designed white gold ring resting on your finger, with an expertly cut pink rose quartz gem resting on the top. Your eyes were big, and you felt your breath escape you as you stared at it in shock.

“I wanted to give this to you before I left.” He explained. “We’ve talked about our future together, and I thought I could give you this as a promise that I’m serious about that. Even though I’ll be gone, I’ll always come back home to you, to have many more not-so-lazy days in bed.” He chuckled.

You didn’t know what to say. You just looked at your boyfriend’s face, tears stinging your eyes.

“Do you like it?” He asked nervously, biting his lip.

“Tae, I love it.” You reassured him. You pulled him back into bed, connecting your lips to his, feeling him smile as he deepened your kiss.

“I love you…” He said, kissing you once more. “…so much.”

“I love you, too.” You whispered, your newly decorated hand finding its way into his locks, pulling him close. x

[bridgertonbabe]

Shinnie you’re one of my favourite Benophie writers and I’m feeling like utter shit cause I’ve got COVID so I was wondering if you’d write something cute and fluffy to cheer me up?

If you are busy please don’t worry about it! I know you’re a woman in demand at the mo 🧡🧡

Love you 🧡🧡

Oh no I'm so sorry to hear that Ash! Hope you feel better soon! 🧡🧡

In the meantime here's a little bit of Benophie fluff 🧡🧡 ;

Sophie had gently awoken one day and as she blinked into consciousness and adjusted to her surroundings, she became aware of her husband's soothing voice. When she glanced down she found him laying halfway down the bed, a hand on her swollen bump.

"...and even if you are a boy I'll love you so very much, just as much as I love your three brothers," he was saying in earnest, his thumb rubbing circles through her nightgown, "but please, please be a girl."

Sophie couldn't help but smile to herself at her husband's plea. During each of her pregnancies he had been so sure they would have a girl. When Charlie was born he didn't care so much that their firstborn was a boy, he was simply elated to be cradling the product of his and Sophie's love.

"And besides," he had said as Charlie rested against his chest, "our little girl is going to need a big brother to look out for her."

"Ben, he's but a few hours old and you're already thinking of another?" she had shaken her head.

"I want a whole household filled with your babies." he admitted and kissed her and she loved him all the more for his sentiment.

When Alex was born he had a flicker of disappointment upon the doctor's announcement that it was another boy but after seeing little Charlie's joy to have a baby brother, Benedict couldn't help but be overcome with the happiness of it all.

"They'll be just like you and Anthony." Sophie had hummed as they kept a watchful eye on Charlie cuddling Alex.

"Just a little less Anthony, hopefully." Benedict had joked. "You wouldn't ever sit on your little brother in the mud now would you, Charlie?"

"Never!" Charlie cried out sweetly. "I love my baby brother!"

"And besides, our daughter will then have two big brothers to take care of her." Benedict winked at Sophie.

He had gotten his hopes up with her third pregnancy.

"Third time's the charm!" he kept saying and the arrival of Posy's first child, Sophia, didn't help in discouraging his hopes. "We'll have a little girl of our own soon and they'll be best friends." he would say to Sophie and she smiled and nodded along.

So when William came into the world Sophie sensed he was a little put out but he adored his third son all the same, as did Will's two big brothers.

"He's got a funny face!" Alex giggled as he held Will and the baby pulled a face which Benedict had no doubt was his youngest passing wind.

"Then he'll look just like you two." Benedict grinned as he ruffled both of his oldest boys chestnut hair.

"Papa?" Charlie looked up at him. "When are we going to have a baby sister?" he asked.

Sophie saw Benedict's face falter and her heart went out to him. He had so deeply wanted a girl this whole time and now it seemed Charlie had the same wish as he did.

"You've only just got yourself a baby brother!" Benedict had smiled and pinched Charlie's cheek, brushing off his son's question.

A year later Posy had given birth to another girl and as Benedict held little Georgette, Sophie could see the yearning in his eyes to be holding his own baby girl. All she wanted was to provide him with the little girl of his dreams, though she feared they were only capable of producing boys at this point - not that she didn't love her sons; after all, they all looked so much like their father.

So upon the announcement of her fourth pregnancy Benedict naturally made a fuss of her, though he kept his hopes of having a girl a little more contained, perhaps not wanting to open himself up for disappointment once more.

"Please be a girl." he whispered to her bump, unaware Sophie had woken up. "I just want you to be the image of your mama. She is the prettiest person in the whole wide world and I so want to have another one of her in the house."

Sophie's heart melted at his words. He had always voiced his hope to have a little girl that took after her one day, had so desperately hoped she would have Sophie's golden curly hair and green eyes and pixie-like features.

"You'll grow up so loved by your mama and I, not to mention your three brothers." he continued. "And I swear I'll make sure none of them sit on you in the mud."

Sophie smirked at this comment, in light of Charlie breaking the promise he made several years earlier by sitting on both of his brothers in a muddy puddle just a few weeks ago.

"I can't wait to meet you, little Violet." Benedict murmured and then kissed Sophie's bump again and again and again.

Sophie brought her hand into his hair, stroking him as he showered their unborn baby with so much unconditional love.

"I bet she can't wait to meet her papa." she sighed and she didn't need to see him to know Benedict had a smile on his face.

[seriouslysnape]

Incompetence

Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language.

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: Just a disclaimer-I’m well aware that Cedric was already...Deadric when Umbridge came along.

“Did something happen today?”

Cedric had been trying (without success) for the last 15 minutes to stop the pitiful cries bellowing from your trembling frame. He couldn’t get a word out of you other than the couple of times you had whimpered his name to display your very obvious upset. He kept his hands underneath your thighs to keep you wrapped around his waist as he carried you through the castle to his dorm, offering reassuring nods to those he passed in the halls to let them know you were okay.

At least, Cedric was pretty sure you were okay since you had yet to tell him what was wrong.

He kept pressing kisses to your temple and the crown on your head to remind you that he was there when you were ready to speak, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t be saying a word until you were settled in the privacy of his room.

“Almost there, sweet girl. Then we can talk, yeah?” He suggested as he finally made it within a few feet from his prefect door.

You only blubbered an affirming noise that you had heard him, keeping your head buried in the crook of his neck and your arms around his neck to assure that the Hufflepuff boy wasn’t going anywhere. He was able to maneuver the door open with his foot and push it open with his hip. He swiftly entered inside the room, approaching his bed and letting you sink into the mattress once he detached you from his body.

He was surprised when you slipped your shoes off and crawled under his covers, balling yourself inside until you weren’t even visible anymore. This was VERY unusual behavior for you, considering that you almost always waited until he was snuggled up next to you before you got comfortable. Cedric slipped out of his black and yellow robes, draping them across the chair of his desk. 

Your crying hadn’t stopped, and his heart broke further and further with every sniffle and hiccup that came out of you. You whimpered when you felt the mattress dip, letting you know that Cedric was next to your curled up body. He rested a hand on your sniffling body that was lost within his sheets.

“[Y/N], you’re breaking my heart,” He said with a tone full of worry, wishing that you’d just tell him what was wrong; “Did something happen today?”

You only let out a noise of confirmation, followed by another hiccup. 

“Okay...did you have a hard time with your Potions exam?” He questioned, realizing he’d have to guess what it was.

You shook your head, and even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell that wasn’t it.

“Did you have a bad time in Transfiguration?” He queried, rubbing your arm through the thickness of the duvet.

You shook your head again, causing Cedric to really think about it. If it wasn’t Potions or Transfiguration causing you all this grief, then it had to be Defense Against the Dark Arts since he had Charms with you and nothing odd had happened today.

“Did something happen during Defense?” He asked lightly.

Your silence was a giveaway, along with the new round of sobs that began exploding from your chest. He couldn’t stand to hear you cry anymore, ripping the sheets off of you and pulling you in.

“Baby, baby.” He mewled with concern, rocking you back and forth gently to soothe you; “What happened?”

You sucked in a shaky breath, wiping your tears on the shoulder of Cedric’s soft shirt. 

“It was horrible, Ced,” You wept; “It was Umbridge.”

He brought you back to face him at the sound of your voice, his thumbs wiping away your tears that were steadily falling down your usually happy face. Cedric felt a sense of dread in his gut. Umbridge had been making everyone’s life a living hell all year. She was possibly the meanest soul to ever walk the planet.

“Oh no...what did she do, princess?” Cedric prompted.

A little bit of anger was beginning to wash over him. Not at you of course, but he had heard and seen what Umbridge had done to students, and he wasn’t sure what’d he do if she had physically hurt you.

“Umbridge yelled at me.” You confessed, falling into hysterical crying once more.

Cedric paused for a moment, and couldn’t stop the amused smile and soft chuckle that bubbled out of his chest. You sat up quickly from his hold, absolutely offended that he was reacting like this.

“Are you laughing at me?” You asked in a way that was supposed to be angry, but came out more hurt.

His smile faded into more of a softer one, and he cupped your face with a quick kiss to your lips. You were always a hit with professors. You were intelligent, witty, and very kind. There probably hadn’t been a day in your life where a professor had even remotely raised their voice at you. So, he wasn’t surprised that Umbridge had you falling apart like this.

“No, no, pretty girl. I promise I’m not,” He said, holding down a snicker. He knew you were genuinely upset over this, but he was just relieved that nothing else had happened; “Why did she yell at you?”

“I didn’t know the counter curse for some stupid dark charm or something,” You retold him; “She called me incompetent.”

That wiped the smile right off of Cedric’s face. That was one thing that he never, ever wanted you to think about yourself. You were unbelievably talented and bright, and he didn’t want you to ever think otherwise.

“You are not incompetent. You’re a wonderful, talented witch.” He told you, moving your hair that had gotten stuck to your wet cheeks.

“But she said-”

“Nope. I won’t hear another word of this,” He cut you off; “Umbridge is a horrible professor and even worse of a person. She has no idea what she’s talking about.”

You still looked discouraged, but at least your tears had stopped now. He was afraid he’d start crying if you hadn’t stopped soon. You rose to your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck for a more comfortable hug that you surely needed. His arms snaked around you as he left a kiss to your collarbone that he was eye level with.

“Thanks, Ceddy,” You murmured, scratching at his scalp; “Can I have one of your Quidditch sweaters?”

“Of course, baby.” He granted, letting you slip away to change clothes.

He couldn’t miss the slump of your shoulders and the dejection in your walk. Umbridge had really gotten in your head. You changed into his sweater, reveling in the way the material felt on your skin. He watched as you padded back to his bed, curling up against his pillows. He layered you with kisses, showering you with love and reminding you how amazing you were.

“You’re my pretty girl, you know that? My wonderful, talented, lovely girl.” He praised, leaving a kiss just above your brow bone.

He linked his legs with yours, running his fingertips along the exposed skin of your leg.

“Yeah,” You smiled; “I know.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to ever forget it.” He remarked.

“With you around, I don’t think I could forget.” You joked with a giggle.

He hummed, kissing you once more.

“Even better.”

[multiverseofwonders]

Beneath the covers

Hal Jordan x Gender neutral reader

An: I was in the mood to write some short fluff after finishing a chapter of the wally west angst fic i have in my docs so here's Hal being adorable

Genre: Fluff

Cw: stitches (mentioned briefly)

Word count: 1k

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.🌌🌟🌙🌟🌌.* :☆ﾟ.

"So are you going to get up or are you going to stay in bed all day?"

You lay in your bed in prolonged silence, the words said by your husband, Hal, lost to your fatigue. As a member of the Justice League, you had your fair share of fights, and yesterday was no different. A full league team up against an army of alien robots. While they went down easily the sheer amount of them was enough to overwhelm you multiple times. Not to mention the stitched up wound on your thigh that wasn't showing any signs of healing.

To be entirely honest you were exhausted beyond belief, sore too. Every movement risked a random sudden and sharp pain going through you. Today you didn't want to get up, nor take care of any daily responsibilities. Especially not from the Justice League again. Instead, you just wanted to sink into the covers and warm bed. The fluffy blanket above you lulling you to nap every 20 or so minutes.

"Hey, babe? Hellllooooo?" A voice said from beside you as the mattress sank in a bit.

You pressed your face into the pillows and exhaled softly. There was no way you were getting up.

"Come on angel, don't make me open the curtains..." Hal sneered whilst leaning in, the Cheshire-like grin growing seeing his significant other resist the urge to get up just to tell him to shut up.

In response, you just pulled the covers over your head and kept your eyes shut. For a bit after that, there was nothing. You believed you had won until you felt the covers lift and another presence in front of you.

"Come on, you can't ignore me any longer babe." He wrapped his arms around your waist and inched his face closer to yours, a cheap attempt at trying to make you get up.

You squeezed your eyes shut and shifted slightly. Your breath hitched from the closeness as you could feel his breath on your cheek but you refused to give in. If this was a game then you certainly weren't losing.

He placed a hand on your cheek and began to caress it gently. "You know you can't resist my interstellar charm, not to mention my silver tongue, my dashing good looks, my amazing intelligence…"

Upon hearing the last part a small noise of laughter left you. You cracked open an eye and saw that dorky smile that made you fall in love with him. Immediately afterwards a pair of lips planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"I told you you couldn't resist me!" He chuckled, planting more across your face and neck.

"H-hal! Halbird ple-please, mercy! H-have mercy on my poor unfortunate soul!" You laughed, dramatically stretching out some of the words.

"Never! This is revenge for ignoring me." He chuckled, pressing one heated kiss on your neck before going back to your face. "Just be happy the interstellar charm got to you first"

"Oh please like that made me crack," you said, still chuckling and grinning like a fool from the number of kisses you were receiving. "Mhmm! Hal please one se-second" you giggled before he allowed you a few seconds to catch your breath "It was the amazing intelligence part that broke me..!"

"Oh please, I'm smart. They don't just let anyone become a test pilot after all. I'll have you know that I actually graduated top of my class with the highest GPA in the state!" He gloated, promoting you to take his ego down a few notches.

"Says the man who can't tell Earth from an alien planet" you teased, causing a reddish hue to spread across the cheeks of the lantern. The pure embarrassment flooding his face was enough to prompt another roar of laughter from you.

"We-well in my defense i-i was-"

"Just crash-landed and had no idea where I was with a ring that had nearly no charge… that's the excuse, right? Though the message you sent to me was sweet… what was it again- oh wait I got it! To my beloved- Mhpf?-"

A pair of lips belonging to your lover fell upon your own, silencing you and preventing any further embarrassment.

"Honey I love you but I'm not gonna let you relive that memory in our own home," he rested his chin on your shoulder. "No matter how many kisses it takes"

"You say that but I highly doubt you can stop me from talking about that lo- Mpfhgh!" Once again those same pair of lips interrupted you, though this time they were filled with passion and heat. You two stayed still there like that, caught up in passion for what felt like an incomprehensible amount of time before Hal finally parted from you.

"Or… I could just do that." Hal said breathily. The short moments of silence were quickly broken by a snrk coming from you, prompting confusion from your husband of 3 years.

"You've been under the covers for 20 minutes and yet your hair looks like a bird's nest." You smirked, it only grew wider and he jumped out of bed to go to the nearest mirror.

"Aw come on not again! It's gonna take forever to get it back perfectly! Not when we have a movie date too" You raised a brow at the last part as you never remembered having a date today.

"Since when did we have a movie date?" You questioned before quickly coming to a logical conclusion. "You planned it this morning last minute, didn't you? You can never keep your mouth shut about dates when they're planned ahead of time"

"Yeah it was booked last minute, but I saw how excited you got at the trailers so I wanted to surprise you with something nice." He said while trying to fix his hair. "Well, that is if you'll go. If you want to stay and rest in bed for the entire day I wouldn't mind. As long as I get to stay there with you that is"

"No no I'll go…" you said before pausing to think of something. "But let me wear your jacket while we're out"

"Deal"

[angryinternetduck]

Sleepover

A little less than 1.5k words of pure fluff on a sleepover.

You woke up in front of the TV, yawning as you sat up.

The end credits of some movie were rolling on screen, and Harry was behind you, fast asleep. Untangling yourself from him as gently as you could, you started cleaning up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and walking into the kitchen to slide it onto the counter. When you walked back in, remote in hand to shut off the TV, Harry was awake and yawning.

“Exciting film, hm?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Absolutely riveting,” you agreed, sitting down next to him. You stretched your hands towards the ceiling, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you bit your lip and looked around the room.

“I’m worried,” Harry murmured with a smile. “You have your thinking face on.”

“You should be,” you replied. “It’s quite painful.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

A moment of silence, and then, “What do you say to a sleepover?” you asked.

Harry raised a brow. “As opposed to sleeping in my own home in Holmes Chapel?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, no, I mean… I mean, like, a makeover night.”

“Should I be insulted?”

You groaned, gently kicking at his foot. “You’re being difficult, Styles.”

“It’s a talent of mine,” Harry said, but he shrugged, placing the bottle on the coffee table and stretching his arms to the ceiling. “I guess. As long as you don’t do the cucumbers. I don’t have the self control for that, and I hardly think you’d fancy seeing my gecko impression.”

“Well, now I have to see what that’s about,” you laughed.

Harry grinned and stood up. “Right, then, shall we? What’re you thinking? Nail varnish? Face masks? The works?” You nodded, pointing in the general direction of where you thought the supplies would be. “Yeah, you check in there for that stuff, and I’ll see if we have any cucumbers… Think your gecko impression would be the same with pickles?”

“I doubt it,” Harry replied with a grimace. “Maybe a puking gecko, but I’m not sure…”

You giggled, heading for the kitchen. “Cucumbers it is!”

Thankfully, you found them, and once you’d chopped some up and put them in a bowl, you walked back into the living room. There, Harry had set up a wonderful display of the various face masks and nail polishes he’d found throughout the apartment.

“Wow,” you said as you sat down next to him on the floor. “I’m impressed.”

“Just wait ‘till you see my manicure skills,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Ooh, big talk.”

“Doubt me, do you?” Harry asked, feigning hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “Come on, then, I’ll show you…” He uncapped a bottle of nail polish and took your hand, setting the bottle on the floor.

He started painting your nail, and you couldn’t help but smile at his focus. His lip was between his teeth, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched as he concentrated on your fingers. A curl had slipped over his forehead, and you gently tucked it back into place.

He looked up, then, and noticed your fond smile. “What?” he asked, a self conscious smile taking over his own face. “You’re looking at me funny.” You shook your head, embarrassed despite yourself, and said, “Nothing. Just, uh - you forgot the face masks, mister professional.”

“Christ, it’s not my fault!” Harry scoffed, grinning at you. “It’s a challenge, love - earn double points if you can do it one handed.” You raised a brow, grabbing for the package. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked, lifting the hand he was holding.

“There you have it, then,” Harry said with a smile. “Good luck!”

“Gee, thanks, Styles,” you laughed, using our teeth to rip open the seal. It was some sort of paper one, and it smelled like strawberries. It stuck to itself as you flapped it to open it up, and you frowned, glancing at Harry.

He wasn’t paying attention, still hard at work.

Softly, you laughed again, and tried to maneuver it onto your face.

Once he’d finished your one hand - that’s what you’d guessed, at least, you were keeping your face towards the ceiling so the mask wouldn’t fall off as you tried to get it to stick - he looked up, and then he laughed at you.

“You look bloody ridiculous!” he cackled, and you scoffed, looking down at him, and it fell off. “It’s not my fault,” you whined, “you’re not helping me!” Harry sighed, smiling as he shook his head, and set down the nail polish brush to help you.

He’d gotten some color on his fingers, though, and when he got it on and you looked at your reflection in the dark TV, there was green color all over the white paper mask. “You look like you’ve got the chickenpox or summat,” Harry snickered, and you giggled, shaking your head. “Chickenpox is red, idiot.”

“So you’re special,” Harry amended, leaning in to kiss you. Then he spluttered, tasting the mask, and shook his head. “This is why I didn’t want the mask on,” he told you, and you grinned, nudging his knee with your own. “Chickenpox is contagious, anyway.”

“Not if I’ve already had it!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well, green chickenpox is different.”

“Glad to know my girlfriend’s a green chickenpox expert,” Harry said. “Now let me see your other hand… what are we thinking… purple, maybe?” You raised a brow. “Purple and green? What are you going for? Barney?”

Harry laughed, his face lighting up. “I was going for eggplant! But Barney’s much better.”

“Oh, wonderful,” you replied, inspecting your left hand as he started on your right. “Not too bad, actually,” you murmured, and Harry looked up for a moment. “What did I say? I missed my calling, love, swear it.”

“There’s no doubt about it,” you laughed.

He finished your hand and sat back, admiring his work. “You know, I’m thinking maybe we’re made a mistake,” he said after a second, and you frowned. “What?” you asked. He looked up, and said, “I’m not sure how my nails are going to look if you’re painting them with wet nails yourself…”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Can’t believe you’d doubt me. Your nails will look just fine, H, don’t you worry,” you assured him. “But put on your facial mask first! And cucumbers! Lemme see this gecko impression of yours.”

“Oh, Christ, I forget about that,” Harry said as you handed him the bowl. “C’mon, Styles, can’t disappoint now!” you replied excitedly, and Harry smiled, putting on the mask expertly and then placing two cucumbers on his eyes.

You were already giggling, and he was too, and the cucumbers kept slipping because of how widely he was smiling. “Shush!” he laughed, glaring at you mockingly. “I can’t concentrate!” You held back your laughter, putting a hand over your mouth.

Finally, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing, he got the cucumbers in place. Then, as he moved his face, the cucumber slowly made its way to his cheek, and he grabbed it with his tongue. Crunching on it victoriously as you cracked up in laughter, he looked back at you, catching the other cucumber as it fell.

“Impressive, huh?” he asked, and you fell back against the couch as you laughed. “You really did look like a gecko!” you exclaimed, and Harry leaned into you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna see what else this tongue can do?”

You only laughed harder, close to tears, and Harry scoffed, sitting back. “What, do my charms not work any more?” he asked, and you shook your head, still laughing “I can’t take you seriously in that mask!” you gasped. “You look like a ghost!”

Harry pouted, sitting back. “A cute ghost?” he asked, and your laughter faded to a smile as you gently tapped his cheek. “A very cute ghost,” you said with a nod. Harry grinned. “Right, well, you look like Scrooge.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… Maybe Casper,” he said.

“Yeah, well, these nails look like a two year old did them,” you said back, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry pouted again, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yeah, well, you look like a two year old!”

“Yeah, ‘cause of these nails!”

Harry laughed, shaking his head, and pulled you close. “You wanna know how much I love you?” he asked softly. “Hm?” you said. “I love you so much,” he whispered, “I’m gonna kiss you with these masks on.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” you giggled.

Harry smiled, and kissed you. “Sure is.”

***

and there's that :)

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