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A Million Dreams

Warnings: slight violence, mentions of dying, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marauders x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: The school years go by a lot faster with a solid group of friends by your side

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: A Million Dreams by The Greatest Showman cast

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

I close my eyes and I can see

“Hello there,” Your head shifted over, eyes locking onto a nervous looking boy, standing at the door of your compartment.

“Hi!” You piped back happily, fully turning your body away from the window to face him.

His cheeks tinted a slight pink as his eyes averted to the ground, where he was shuffling his feet back and forth shyly, “All the other carts are full… is it alright if I sit here?”

A wide grin spread onto your face, “Of course!” You beamed, glimmers of hope shooting through you at the idea of being able to make a friend- on your first express ride nonetheless.

Relief sagged onto his face, “Oh, thank you,” He gushed, scurrying over and plopping down onto the cushioned seat across from you, a large trunk with the Hogwarts emblem on it in tow.

“I’m Y/n, by the way,” You informed him, smile yet to drop.

“Peter.” He responded, reaching over and gently shaking your hand.

“Are you a first year as well?” You asked curiously, leaning back in your seat.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m kind of nervous, though-“

Before he could continue his thought, another knock sounded from the door and the two of you looked up, being met with the sight of two more boys peering through the doorway.

One of them had round-framed glasses and shaggy hair that seemed to stick up every which way while the other had similar black hair that went down to his shoulders.

“Hey there,” The first boy greeted with a toothy grin, “Me and this bloke just met, we’re looking for somewhere to sit. Do you mind?”

“Not at all!” You chirped, glancing at Peter for confirmation. The boy was smiling politely, so you took that as a yes.

“Wonderful!” The boy dove forward, plopping down on the cushion next to Peter rather quickly, sticking a hand in his direction to shake, “I’m James by the way.”

“And I’m Sirius.” The other boy spoke up for the first time, moving to sit across from James and next to you.

“I’m Y/n and this is Peter, we just met as well!”

The bespeckled boy allowed his grin to widen as he settled back in his seat, “I have a feeling that we’re all going to be great friends.”

“Here, here!” Sirius pumped a fist in the air.

A world that's waiting up for me, that I call my own

“Wow,” You breathed out, spinning in a small circle as you took in the room before you, “This room is way different than mine.”

After meeting the three boys on the train, you had all been taken to the sorting ceremony, only to realize with extreme delight that you were all placed into the house of the lion. Now, you had already unpacked your stuff in your dorm and had wandered over to the boys to see what theirs was like.

“I wish we could see yours,” James pouted and crossed his arms, “It's blatant unfairness that boys aren't allowed in the girls dormitories, but girls are allowed to come into ours as they wish!”

You giggled, reaching over and ruffling the boys' already unkempt hair, “It’s only because we’re better than you.”

Just as he opened his mouth to protest in offense, the boy's door crept open and in walked a tall boy with faint scars running over his face.

He blinked once in surprise when all of you stopped what you were doing and turned to face him, “Oh-erm- sorry,” He cleared his throat, “This is my dorm as well,”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat, grinning widely and bounding across the room, linking his arm around the boy's shoulders, “Well then, welcome, roomie!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Welcome!” Peter piped up as well.

You gave the boy a wave when his eyes landed on you, “I’m not your roommate, but it’s nice to meet you.”

He gave you a small smile before letting his eyes flit over to the others, “I’m Remus.”

“Nice to meet you, Remus.” James greeted happily.

Through the dark, through the door

“Is class always going to be this boring?” You asked with a dramatic yawn.

You and the other boys were in your first class of the school year, History of Magic, and you couldn’t even fathom the idea of sitting through this class almost everyday.

“Normally I’d disagree,” Remus muttered, leaning farther back in his seat, “But I’m about to fall asleep.”

As if right on cue, James let out a quiet snore. His head was propped up in one palm, but slipping slightly.

“Is it almost lunch time?” Peter whined under his breath.

“We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes,” Remus informed him sorrowfully. His words made Sirius look close to tears.

On the other hand, you were extremely happy that the five of you got along so well, you were almost always hanging out with each other.

It made you feel slightly less anxious about the future of your time at Hogwarts knowing that you had a solid group of friends.

Through where no one's been before

“Come on, Remus, don’t be a downer.” Sirius teased with one of those grins of his that promised nothing but trouble.

“I’m not being a downer,” The boy lectured, “I’m trying to keep us alive.”

“Being alive is overrated!” James cheered, jumping up and wrapping an arm around Remus’s neck to bring him into a playful chokehold.

“You say that until we’re dead.” He grumbled in return, easily slipping out of the boy's hold.

“Now, now, guys,” You mockingly scolded, “If Remus wants to go back to the castle and stay with Peter, then he’s more than welcome.”

Said poor boy had fallen asleep while you all waited for the prefect rounds to finish so you could sneak out of the castle and onto the grounds surrounding it.

Lupin rolled his eyes, “Someone has to stay here to keep you bloody idiots out of trouble.”

You and James let out identical whoops of celebration, high fiving and continuing to skip joyfully towards the Forbidden Forest when the bespectacled boy let his grip loosen on Remus.

“We have to be the only first years to ever do this,” James gushed excitedly, “We’re doing something no one our age has ever done before!”

“Maybe that’s because others our age aren’t downright daft enough to even consider this.” Remus hissed, “It’s one thing to sneak into the professors lounge, this is completely different.”

“Cheer up, Remus,” Sirius swung an arm over the boy's shoulder as you all strode through the trees that blocked out all moonlight except for the occasional ray.

“This is going to be so fun,” You surged forwards with a hop in your step.

“Nothing about this is fun!” Remus insisted, beginning to try and chase after you as you got farther and farther away.

But it feels like home

You yawned loudly, trying to muffle it with a hand to the mouth, but still snuggling back farther into the couch cushions.

Around you, your friends were spread out around the great fire in the common room, just hanging out during the very early hours of the morning after having stayed up all night. There was no doubt the sun would be rising very soon.

“You know,” Sirius spoke, “I overheard some Hufflepuff fourth years talking about us,”

“What did they say?” Peter asked curiously from where he was curled up on an armchair with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

“They were just talking about our prank in the Great Hall the other day,” He smiled slightly, “They called us ‘The Marauders’”

James perked his head up, “What does that mean?”

“It means ‘raider’.” Remus mumbled sleepily. Of course he knew.

A light smile played on the ends of your lips as you let your eyes flutter shut, “That’s badass.”

“I like it,” James agreed, “We should use it.”

That was the last thing you heard before sleep swept you into its embrace. A feeling warmed your heart as well, a feeling of belonging. Of love. Of home.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

“Hurry up!” Remus hissed, “Finch’s gonna be here at any moment and you’re all moving slower than Pete after the Halloween feast!”

“Hey!” Peter whined in complaint, but nobody paid him any mind.

“Remus, this is our first prank of second year, it has to be good.” James insisted, “And might I remind you that you’re the one who thought of it.”

“But I didn’t think we would be setting the dungbombs off in the Slytherin common room!”

There was a glint of mischief in your eyes, “Again, your idea. Not to mention the fact that you’re also the one that figured out the password to their dormitories.”

He shot you a glare, “You were encouraging it!”

“And I will continue to,” You grinned in his direction.

“Shh,” Sirius shushed you, “You’ll wake the bloody snakes up.”

You carefully set the last dungbomb in place and immediately turned on your heel and began sprinting towards the door, the sound of thundering footsteps from the rest of the marauders on your heels.

The door successfully shut behind you right as the first one had gone off.

You all- even Remus- had to try to muffle your cackles of delight all the way back to your own common room after a shout of disgust came from one of the Slytherins and somehow made its way to your ears.

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind

“I’m worried about him, guys,” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your body as you all walked side by side on your way to the infirmary.

James ran a tired hand down his face, letting loose a sigh, “I know, I am too.” He admitted.

“He would tell us if something was wrong, right?” Peter asked timidly, toying with the end of his sleeve.

“I don’t know,” Sirius had a lost look in his eyes, one he almost never had. It was unsettling to see.

“He’s in the hospital wing too much to just be a sickness,” You commented softly, “It’s too much like clockwork- always happening at the same time every month.”

Sirius blanked once in surprise, “I hadn’t thought about that.”

Just then, the four of you quieted when you neared the doors, James holding one of them open until all of you had been able to make your way inside, eyes falling upon Remus, sitting upright against some propped up pillows on the first bed.

His eyes widened when he caught sight of the four of you, “What are you doing here?” He hurriedly rushed out, scrambling to sit even straighter on the bed.

“We came to see you,” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you all drew nearer, “We’re worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be.” His answer came far too quickly for your liking.

“Well, what kinds of friends would we be if we didn’t worry?” James tried to lighten the mood with a smile, but no one joined in.

Remus sighed through his nose, and you suddenly realized how exhausted he looked. How his skin was so pale that his scars were more prominent than normal, and how there were bags under his eyes dark enough to be bruises.

“Just…” You moved to gingerly sit on the end of his bed, “Just tell us what’s going on, Rem, we’re your friends and we deserve to know.”

The boy hesitated, “I… I’ve been keeping something from you all.” He finally muttered out, averting his eyes so stubbornly that nothing could have made him raise his focus from the sheets in front of him at the moment, “I-I’m… I’m a werewolf.”

It was silent.

Remus cringed- or maybe flinched- eyes screwing shut as if in pain.

None of you said anything for a very long time.

“Oh, Remus,” You finally breathed out, reaching across the bed and gently wrapping your arms around the boy.

He blinked in surprise upon impact, “W-what- what are you doing?” He stuttered out, “I-I’m a monster. You shouldn’t be hugging me right now, you should be running away screaming.”

It almost sounded as if he was trying to convince you to do just that.

James appeared at your side, joining in on the hug after a moment, “You’re not a monster, Remus.”

“You’re our best friend.” Sirius came over as well, closely followed by Peter.

The werewolf’s breath seemed to hitch in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes and he hugged every single one of you back tightly, “T-thank you. Thank you all so much.” He began sobbing quietly. You all just held him tighter.

Eventually, Madame Pomfrey came in and shooed you all out, claiming that Lupin needed some rest. So you four began trekking back to the Gryffindor dormitories, silent for a little while.

“You know,” You spoke up after a little while, “I think there might be a way that we can help him.”

Everyone's heads snapped over to you so fast that you were surprised that they didn’t get whiplash.

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked quickly.

“Well,” You began to explain, “One of the only times I ever paid attention in class was when we had a lesson about werewolves in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we learned that werewolves won’t hurt other animals.”

James furrowed his eyebrows, “What’re you saying?”

“Animagus.” You stated, “That’s what Professor McGonagall is, she turns herself into a cat. If we can do that, then we can stay with Remus during full moons and we can help him.”

One by one, each one of your three friends' faces lit up.

“That’s bloody brilliant,” Sirius gushed, “And we can turn into our favorite animals. I want to be a dog.”

“Deer!” James cheered.

“I’ve always liked rats and mice.” Peter mused.

“And foxes are nice.” You said dreamily.

“This might just work afterall.” James said with a wide smile.

I don't care, I don't care, if they call me crazy

You sniffled, trying to muffle your cries with a shaky hand resting over your mouth- to almost no avail.

Thankfully though, you were around a corner in a corridor that nobody ever wandered into because it was just a dead end with no doors, so hopefully nobody would come by and see you in your pathetic state.

You tried not to let their words get to you- you really did- but the merciless students just made it so hard to do so.

Freak. Disappointment. Good for nothing. Trouble-

Their voices just kept bouncing back and forth inside your head, ringing on and on like an endless bell. Never once giving you a moment of peace.

Kids from all different houses had been picking on you for a while now. And at first, you just let it bounce off of you, you remained uncaring- never even finding the need to tell your friends about it. But it didn’t take long for their words to begin to wear you down, break through your barriers and begin getting to you.

“Y/n?”

Your head snapped up and your eyes got went at the sight of your four closest friends approaching you with just as much worry as there was hesitation within them.

Quickly, you swiped at your face with the back of your sleeve, trying too late to rid of the tear stained evidence.

“G-guys,” You stuttered out, staggering to your feet, “What are you doing?”

“What happened?” James ignored your question as he walked closer with furrowed eyebrows.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” You quickly cleared your throat.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Peter piped up, concern shining in his eyes.

You released a shaky sigh, falling backwards against the wall and dropping your head, unable to keep up your already flimsy charade any longer.

“Kids are making fun of me,” You mumbled, “It’s stupid, and that’s all. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Looks of rage immediately took over all four of their faces.

“Who?” Sirius seethed, already curling his hands into fists at his sides, “Just point me in their direction-“

“Us in their direction,” James corrected, jaw clenched in a way that left for an unsettling sight.

“Oh, n/n,” Remus sighed, anger washing away momentarily as he quickly moved forward to bring you into a hug, “I’m so sorry.”

He rubbed your back comfortingly and you greatfully relaxed into his hold.

“Don’t listen to any terrible thing they say to you,” He murmured into your ear, “I can guarantee you that every single one of them is a lie.”

You sighed, “Thanks, Rem.” You sniffled.

The four of them exchanged looks over your shoulder. Those kids would get what was coming to them- eventually. But for now, you needed them.

We can live in a world that we design

“We need new names,” James announced suddenly, leaning his back further against the tree behind him.

Peter looked up with a small frown pulling at his lips, “But I like my name.” He mumbled.

The black haired boy shook his head, messy locks of hair bouncing back and forth at the action, “No, I mean like nicknames. Everyone is already starting to call us ‘The Marauders’ so why not fit into it even more?”

You grinned, throwing your head to the side to look at him, “I like your thinking, J.”

“Well, I was thinking maybe they could have something to do with our animagus’s.” James had a wild grin on, “You know, so it would be like our own little inside joke.”

Remus paled, “Nope, no way, nope. That is far too risky.”

Sirius threw his head back and groan, “Oh, come now, Remus! It would be so much fun!”

“I agree,” You spoke thoughtfully, “It’s not like anyone even has a small indication about what we are, so what’s the harm?”

The tall boy still hesitated, so you all threw your best pleading faces his way- James and Sirius even going as far to put their hands together and shake them in a begging way.

“Please, Rem, please!” The two chorused.

“Oh, all right,” He finally gave in, sighing and running a hand down his face, “But don’t come crying to me if you get caught because of this.” He warned.

After much discussion and debate, the night ended with each of you being able to settle on a nickname that was subtle enough, but also downright hilarious to those who knew your secret- the five of you.

James was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Remus was Moony, Peter was Wormtail, and you were Vix.

'Cause every night, I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head

“Pst… Y/n… hey, Y/n, wake up!” A voice whispered directly in your ear like an annoying fly that couldn’t be swatted away.

“Shut up,” You mumbled sleepily, wrapping your blanket tighter around yourself and burying your face further into your pillow.

“I told you we shouldn’t wake her,” Peter’s voice had a somewhat frightened tinge to it, “She’s gonna be angry if we do.”

A scoff came from James, “What are you, mate, five?” He shook your shoulder gently but firmly, “Come on, Vix, wake up-“

You quickly backhanded him in the face, causing a yelp to escape from his lips and his grip to loosen on you as he fell back with a cry, clutching his nose.

Remus snickered, “He tried to warn you, Prongs.”

Your eyes finally forced themselves open, and you glared at your four friends that stood above you, bickering back and forth with one another.

“What do you bloody idiots want?” You hissed.

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “Hey, you’re the one that fell asleep in our room.”

“We wanted to sneak down to the kitchens and get some cookies!” Peter was bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly, eyes wide and glistening with glee.

“You couldn’t have done it yourself?” You grumbled, slowly sitting up and stretching your stiff bones.

James pouted, finally relinquishing his hold on his nose to cross his arms over his chest, “It wouldn’t be the same without you.” He paused in mock thought, “Although, I don’t entirely see how deserving you are of joining us on our expedition after you attacked me in my own dorm.”

“You had it coming, mate.” Remus clapped him on the back, clearly fighting back an amused smile.

A large eye roll made its way out of you as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, “Enough of the dramatics, Prongsie, it’s time to go steal some cookies.”

Peter let out a cheer of happiness, only to be quickly shushed by the four of you in fear of waking any nearby dorms.

A million dreams are keeping me awake

“It’s beautiful,” Your mouth was gaped open slightly in awe as your neck was craned back to stare at the starry sky.

Sirius hummed in agreement, lowering himself so he was laying on his back with his arms folded under his head.

“I bet you can name all the constellations up there,” You teased.

He made a show of mockingly shrugging his shoulders, “No, not all… just most.”

You laughed lightly, falling backwards so you were next to him on the floor of the astronomy tower.

Neither of you had been able to sleep so you had snuck out of the dorms to climb up here and silently enjoy the view.

“I can't believe we’re already fourth years,” You said offhandedly, “It feels like only yesterday we were being sorted.”

“I know,” The boy sighed, “The years are flying by.”

Both of your heads turned to look at each other for a few moments, only a few blinks exchanged together, before you burst out in laughter, holding your stomachs and you rolled around on the ground.

“We sound so old,” You snickered after a little while once you had sobered up a bit.

“Perhaps we finally are,” Sirius grinned, “Give it another year and we’ll be looking like Dumbledore.”

That was followed by another fit of giggles that evidently led the Ravenclaw head girl on patrol to finding you and docking points off of Gryffindor house.

I think of what the world could be, a vision of the one I see

“If you could be anything,” James spoke suddenly, breaking the silence that had encompassed all of you, “What would you be?”

You were all spread around the boys dorm rooms, each minding your own tasks when he asked the question.

Remus had been trying to do some homework, Peter had been nibbling on a snack, Sirius had been dozing off and on, James was throwing a snitch up and down, and you were trying to read a book that Moony had recommended.

“You’re too random for your own good, Prongs,” Remus muttered.

“A unicorn,” Sirius answered immediately, ignoring the other boy, not taking off the arm he had draped over his eyes as he lay stretched out on his back atop of his bed.

“Then why isn’t that your animagus?” You asked curiously.

The boy's face dropped, “I hadn’t thought of it at the time.”

“Perhaps you would have been a lot cooler if you did,” James teased, tapping his chin in mock thoughtfulness.

“Oi!” Sirius bolted upright on his bed and glared at the boy, “Take that back!”

The bespectacled boy grinned, “Never.”

“Oh, Merlin, here we go,” Remus closed his eyes with a groan.

You excitedly scrambled over to where Peter and Remus sat, “I’ve got five gallons on Sirius.” You whisper-yelled to the two as said boy lunged at James, tackling him to the ground.

Peter giggled, taking another bite of his treat, “It’s hard to say.”

Both of you turned expectantly towards Remus, who only blinked at you both for a moment.

“My moneys on James,” He finally gave in after a moment, turning his head towards the fight.

“Hey!” Sirius whined from where he held James in a headlock nearby, “I heard that!”

Lupin rolled his eyes in amusement as you and Peter burst into a fit of laughter.

“Distraction!” James let out a war cry as he shouted it, elbowing his friend in the stomach and gaining the upper hand in the fight.

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

“Minnie!” You, Sirius, and James squealed simultaneously.

The professor had a frown pulling at the edges of her lips, “Potter. Black. L/n.”

“Oh, Minnie!” You cried dramatically, throwing yourself across a chair near the front rows of desks in her classroom, “How I’ve missed you!”

“I has been two hours since we’ve last seen each other, Miss. L/n.” The woman deadpanned, then gave a pointed look, “Remember? When I gave you this detention?”

You tapped your chin in mock thought, “It rings a bell.”

She tutted and rolled her eyes disapprovingly, “Just take a seat.”

The three of you immediately plopped down in the row right in front of her desk.

“It’s not fair,” Sirius muttered into your ear, “Remus was the one to come up with the prank and the bloke doesn’t even have to be there.”

“That’s because he wasn’t stupid enough to get caught.” You grumbled with a huff of breath.

“This is the third time this week you all have gotten a detention,” Minerva scolded, “I expect better from you.”

You and Sirius burst out into laughter and James raised a single eyebrow whilst snickering, “Better? Minnie, you ought to know us better than that by now.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, I suppose I must.” She muttered to herself.

Oh, a million dreams for the world we're gonna make

“Let’s go James! Let’s go Sirius!” You cupped your hands around your mouth in hopes that your cheers would somehow magically make its way through the other screams and cheers of your peers and into your friends ears.

Peter clapped loudly from beside you and Remus smiled, wrapping his scarf tighter around himself as the wind harshly whipped against the sea of students.

“Kick their arses, you two!” You screamed again, ignoring the glares from nearby Ravenclaws at your words.

The match against Ravenclaw would decide who won the house cup for the year, and you along with the rest of Gryffindor were more than ready to accept the trophy.

It had been going on for about three hours now and Marlene as well as the Ravenclaw seeker had yet to catch the snitch and end the game.

The chasers for both houses were pretty tied up, James, of course, having the most points scored for the red and gold house.

On the other hand, Sirius was having the time of his life, whacking the bludger at any blur of blue that flew around him.

All of a sudden, Marlene looked like she was practically doing a free fall on top of her broom, arm outstretched and going so fast that the Ravenclaw seeker never even stood a chance of catching her. But it would be too late to try anyway, because her fingers wrapped around the golden snitch and ended the match before anyone could so much as blink.

Like a roaring chorus, all of your house mates around you broke into screams that no doubt were making everyone’s throats scratchy and raw, but that didn’t matter. You had won the house cup.

Your grin was so wide that it even rivaled Sirius and James’s, who had flown down into the stands to celebrate with everyone.

Every person was jumping up and down in pure excitement, shaking the stands in a way that no doubt could be concerning and lead it to fall over. But nobody could find it in themselves to care.

There's a house we can build, every room inside is filled with things from far away

“This place is bloody magnificent.” Sirius breathed out in awe, leaning back against a hammock that hung between two pillars.

“I can’t believe it took us so long to learn about it.” You added.

“This could be like our new hang out!” Peter chatted excitedly.

“Not to mention the fact that it doesn’t even show up on the map,” Remus said, “It’s incredible.”

“The Room of Requirement,” You mused, “I like the sound of it.”

“Do you think a lot of people know about it?” James asked excitedly, jumping up and down a little bit on a nearby couch.

Peter gasped, “Maybe we’re the first ones to discover it!” He practically squealed.

You laughed, leaning back in your own hammock across from Sirius’s, “I think I could get used to this.”

Special things I compile, each one there to make you smile on a rainy day

“Hey, guys,” You smiled weakly as you glanced up at them, “How’s it going?”

James and Sirius grinned widely at you, coming to a stop in front of the couch you were sitting at and dumping arms full of cookie bags onto the cushions to your sides.

“What the-“ Your eyes widened as you stared at the treats, “What are you guys doing?”

James shrugged, plopping down beside you and offering you a bag while taking one for himself, “You weren’t having that great of a day, so we decided to try and make you feel better.”

“And what better way to do that then bring up some junk food for us all to share.” Sirius added.

Your smile turned genuine this time, “You… you guys didn’t have to do that.”

“We wanted to,” James shrugged as if it was nothing.

“And besides,” The other boy wore a playful grin, “It’s an excuse to eat cookies.”

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

“You’re insane, James Potter.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “I hope you know that.”

He threw you a grin, “Insane? Or just a hopeless romantic?” He asked.

“Insane.” You confirmed, letting loose a sigh when you realized he had already diverted his attention to where Lily Evans sat across the library, reading out of a large book.

“Look at her,” He sighed dreamily, “She’s perfect.”

You bit back an amused smirk, “Come on, Prongs, just go talk to her. Give her the flowers.”

James’s face immediately dropped, “Wait-uh-no… maybe- maybe this was a bad idea after all.”

“Hey,” You gently scolded, “It was my idea, remember? I thought of it to try and help you to finally get you to shut up about it?”

The black haired boy gulped and looked down at the bouquet of beautiful wild flowers he had picked specially for her- with your guidance, of course.

“Deep breaths, Prongsie.” You reminded him, placing a calming hand on his shoulder and offering him a reassuring smile, “You got this.”

He attempted his best grin, “I got this.” He repeated somewhat shakily.

You gave him a gentle shove forward and he made his way over to Lily, gently tapping her on the shoulder and flusteredly presenting the bouquet to her, all while you watched from afar with a proud smile resting upon your face.

They can say, they can say we've lost our minds

“To the Marauders,” You raised a glass.

“Here, here!” The four boys echoed back, clinking all your glasses together before taking sips out of their own.

You smiled, sitting down at the table of Three Broomsticks with them, admiring the way they all chatted and laughed amongst one another.

You couldn’t be more happy that there weren’t any empty carts that first day of Hogwarts on the Express.

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[pandalorian36]

Eric Coulter x Reader

Reader has been in love with Eric for ages little do they know he feels the same way and everything comes to light after a heated training session.

Gender neutral reader Warnings: Allusions to smut at the end. Mentions knives and guns.

Word count: 988

"Eric. I frown knocking on the door again "Eric?" the lock clicks and Eric appears his bulky form filling the gap "What?" I blink several times willing my brain to catch up with itself, Eric in nothing but loose grey sweats causing my brain to short circet. "Y/N?" I clear my throat "Erm, yea. Sorry. Max asked me to give you these." I hand him several folders "Right see you later, I'm going to go train."

"Y/N." I turn "Yea?"

"I'll head down with you. Just give me a sec." I smile tightly my pulse quickening slightly "Sounds great." He reappears with a t-shirt and dark trousers the two of us walking down to the training room. I start wrapping my hands while walking over to the punch bags running through basic exercises trying to ignore the six foot wall of muscle behind me.

Finishing with the punch bag I move to the targets picking up a handful of knives making the mistake of glancing over at Eric who is using the pull up bar arm muscles rippling. Turning away I pause a moment to clear my head before positioning my feet going to throw my first one yelping when a hand presses against my spine, swivelling around pressing the blade to the persons throat another to their stomach. "Good reflexs." I relax pulling away "Is that your idea of funny?" he chuckles holding up his hands "Sorry, all I was going to say was straighten your spine." I glare "I was about to until you interupted."

He grins picking up his own knifes "How about a little compotition?" I raise an eyebrow feeling confident, he's skilled with a gun but I know I am better with knives "Alright, what are the stakes?" he grins flipping his knife around "If I win I get to kiss you somewhere of my choosing," he pauses while I feel my cheeks heating "If you win you can have a whole weekend off."

"Really?" he nods and I grin "Alright then. Five throws, highest score wins."

I throw my first knife hitting just above the cross at the centre. He throws his hitting the edge of the inner circle. Smirking slightly I throw my next two hitting left and right of cross in a tight group. Eric hits the centre ring of too the left with his second and third. Fourth and fifth both hitting dead centre. I throw my fourth hitting the centre mark dead on and flick my wrist back ready to throw my fifth when Eric brushes up against my back causing me to release the dagger to early hitting the outer circle. "Looks like I win."

I scowl turning to face him "You distracted me." he chuckles leaning down "I win." I take a step back breath hitching "I errr." He grins tilting my chin up with a finger "You alright darlin?" I nod breathing heavily "Yep. Fine. Fine." He leans closer backing me up into a wall one hand resting above my head "You think I don't notice the stares? How your eyes always linger. Don't worry I do it too."

His lips press against mine his hands wrapping under my thighs lifting me up against the wall. I loop them around his waist arms wrapping around his neck as his tounge pushes past my lips. A soft moan escapes my throat making him pull away grinning pupils blown wide "Been wanting to do that for a while." I smile breathing heavily "Feel free to do it again." he chuckles kissing me again one hand cupping the back of my head deepening the kiss.

"Perhaps we should make this a regular training exercise." I grin feeling light headed as I drop my feet back to the floor "I like the sound of that." he grins kissing me again leaving me breathless and weak kneed "Same time tomorrow." he leaves and I stare after him in shock before recovering enough to go after him slamming my fist against his door "Eric!"

He opens the door smirking "Can I help sweetheart?" I scowl pushing him in the chest "You can't just kiss me like that then walk away. That's... That's.." he smirks backing me into his door "That's what?" I clear my throat frowning "Its ummm." he leans down grinning "What do you want to say love?" I scowl crossing my arms "I don't think its fair the power you hold over me. I've been in love with you for the past year then you finally kiss me and you just leave."

I feel my eyes widen shit I shouldn't have said that. Eric takes a step back "What?" I shake my head "Nothing. No it doesn't matter. I'm just going to go." Large hands wrap around my wrists preventing me from leaving lips crashing into my own. I relax into his grip as his hands slip around my waist "Don't go." I nod "Okay." he frowns grip tightening "I'm not good with words. Or feelings." I smile as he leans down again for a much softer kiss fingers brushing against my cheek "Your smart, strong, stunning. Ever since you knocked me to the ground in initiation I've wanted to tell you." I smile softly hands resting on his chest "You don't have to say anything if you don't want..."

"I love you."

I think my heart skips a beat as I move my hands around his neck "So what do we do now?" he grins "Now I've got you, I'm never letting you go." he steps back sitting on the sofa and pulling me into his lap something bright shining in his eyes I've never seen before. "What?" he shrugs grinning "Just looking forward to our next training session." I chuckle leaning so our lips are almost touching "We could have our own private training session right now." smirking his grip tightens "I like the sound of that." 

[mode-lfy]

Secret Friend Pt2

Liz x Male Reader

Y/n : I just taken a photo with Liz and received a chocolate snack from her too!!!

Unknown: Wow that's great!

Y/n: And I heard from her that your name is Won-Ji...

Unknown: Umm. Yes, my name is Won-Ji.

Y/n: You told me that you were a trainee right?

Won-Ji: Well, yes.

Y/n: Well one day when you debut, I will be sure to support you by buying all your albums! And attending your concerts if I have the time!

Won-Ji: Wow... I appreciate the support.

Y/n: Speaking of albums... I recently used my money to buy my first album. IVE's Eleven! I bought the red and black one since I couldn't choose which one to buy...

Won-Ji: Cool! You could ask IVE to help you sign them when you meet them again.

Y/n: Good Idea!

Won-Ji: Maybe next week, they will come to your store for snacks again.

Y/n: Maybe? What if they are busy.

Won-Ji: Don't worry, when the time comes, you will meet them!

The next weekend, Y/n was using his phone on a silent evening during his shift, it was relatively peaceful as not much people was coming.

Soon, the door opened and a group of girls came.

"Welcome to 7-eleven! Oh my!" Y/n gasped in surprise.

He could recognised them. It was IVE again!

He was so excited that he almost dropped his phone, they greeted him and started looking at the items in the shop.

He immediately texted Won-Ji while IVE was looking at the snacks and drinks section.

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IVE are looking at the wide variety of snacks and drinks when Liz's phone received a notification.

She took out her phone, walking slightly away from the rest of them.

She received a message from Y/n,

'Oh my god! IVE is at my workplace!!!'

She turned around to see Y/n smiling like a fool messaging her.

Won-ji: Wow that's great! Are you happy?

Y/n: Of course! What are you doing now?

Won-Ji: Well..., I was having some singing practice.

Y/n: Oh, okay. Good luck on your training Won-Ji! :)

Won-Ji: Thank you!

A pair of eyes beside her was looking at the chat ongoing. "Ahh, Won-Ji...."

Liz was surprised by the sudden voice. It was Rei, she look at Liz and laughed.

"When did you change your name to Won-Ji?" She asked, chuckling.

Liz blushed and hit her on the shoulder softly. "Don't ask so much questions!" She say.

They pick out some snacks and drinks to buy and put in the dorm.

They see Y/n coming to the refrigerator and taking a look at the drinks before picking out two drinks and then paying for them himself at the cashier.

Liz sees him smiling to himself while looking at the drinks. He was thinking of something.

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Y/n just finished talking to Won-Ji.

'singing practice?' He thought to himself.

Then he looked at the cold drinks in the refrigerator and had an idea.

He opened the refrigerator and took a good look at the different type of drinks. He then choose two drinks of the same flavour and paid for it.

'This will be good right?' He smiled, thinking to himself.

Soon, IVE came to the cashier with some different snacks and drinks. After helping them with payment and putting them in plastic bags.

He took out his IVE albums and shyly asked them for some autographs on them.

The girls were happy to help him sign on the two albums. Y/n was happy and smiling like a fool as they took turns signing it.

As they were about to walk away from the store, Y/n then remembered about the two drinks he bought and called for them.

"Wait!" He called.

All of IVE turn back and looked at him questioningly.

"Erm, I heard Liz and Rei have a mutual friend with me. Her name is Won-Ji?" He said slowly, nervous.

Rei smirked and she shared an eye contact with Liz, who was biting her lips. The rest of IVE was at first confused but slowly seem to understand.

"Ah yes, she's a good friend of mine." Rei said.

"Especially Liz, she and Liz are super close. Right?" Rei said, looking and nudging Liz.

"Y-Yes! I'm very very close with Won-Ji!" Liz said.

"Well... Can you help me pass something to her?" Y/n asked politely, then taking out the two drinks from earlier on.

They came up to take the drinks. "What's this?" They asked.

"Well... Won-Ji said she was a trainee right? And she was having some singing practice. So I got some water chestnut drinks for her as i heard it is good for the throat..." Y/n said.

"Ahh yes, she WAS a trainee..." Rei said, slowly saying the words as she looked at Liz.

"Please help me pass this to her, thank you!" Y/n said, smiling and bowing slightly to them.

"Sure... I'm sure Liz can help pass these drinks to Won-Ji right?" Rei said, trying to tease Liz who was blushing and wanting to run away at this current moment.

They then walked out and the rest of IVE started asking a lot of questions about 'Won-Ji' to Liz, who was keeping quiet and quickly running away.

Back at the dorm, Liz sat on her bed and took the drink and looked at it for awhile. She then took out her phone and wrote to thank him.

Won-ji: 'I received your gift, thank you for the drinks. I will be sure to enjoy it.

Y/n: I hope you like it. I heard it is good for the throat and many singers drink it.

Won-Ji: I just had a sip of the drink and I'm feeling good already!

Y/n: That's good to hear!

Liz was happy talking to Y/n and was lying down on her bed and kicking her legs in the air.

Suddenly, Rei jump onto the bed with her.

"Well, Miss 'Won-Ji' how does the drink taste like?" Rei teased her.

"Well it's refreshing and makes my throat feel comfortable..." Liz said, thinking of how to describe.

"Yeah? You haven't even open the drink yet... How did you even drink it!?!?" Rei made fun of her, giggling while pointing at the two bottles of water chestnut drink on the table beside the bed.

"Hey it's too precious to drink it now! I should save them when it's time for me during practice or when I'm feeling sick!" Liz argued.

Rei then used her finger to push Liz's head softly.

"Ahh! You are making it sound like it's some amazing drink that can replenish your energy or something."

Liz then thought to herself,

'Maybe I can make something in return for Y/n...'

Few days later, Liz took the time and effort to make some sandwiches secretly for him. While making the sandwiches, Gaeul and Yujin came into the living room and thought it was for them.

"Wow! Ji-Won ah, are these for us?" Gaeul asked.

Liz slowly packed those sandwiches into a lunchbox and say, "Well if I can make one for Unnie if you want... I made these for someone else..."

"Ah it's for that Y/n guy right!" Yujin say loudly, making fun of her.

"Unnie!!!" Liz saying, blushing red and smiling.

"Well then I'm going to deliver these soon during his shift." Liz said, tapping on the lunchbox.

"We will follow you too then!" The two older girls said, wanting to get some fun.

"Huh!?!? I can do this alone!" Liz said, nervously.

"It's okay... Everyone! Let's go with Liz to the 7-eleven store later!" Gaeul and Yujin informed everyone, making Liz bite her lips.

After awhile, Liz tried to sneak out without the others knowing, just as she opened the door to go out, Leeseo shouted. "Unnie is going out? Wait for me!" Which in turned notified everyone.

Liz then closed her eyes and sighed...

Soon, they all arrived at the store and everyone went to pick out the snacks or food they wanted while Liz shyly walk up to Y/n, who was curiously looking at her.

"Uhmmm, well.... Won-Ji appreciated the drinks a lot and she made these for you..." Liz said as she slowly put the lunch box on the table for him.

Gaeul and Yujin then came up, "Yeah! Won-Ji put in time and effort for these sandwiches. Better enjoy them!"

"Oh... I will! Thank you for delivering these to me." Y/n smiled at them.

Liz blushed, "Oh, No problem... I will get going then." She was preparing to turn away.

"Aren't you all here to buy some things?" Y/n asked confusingly.

"O-Oh yes. I almost forgot. Let me take a look the food and snacks." Liz said, blushing red and holding her fists tightly out of embarrassment.

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Y/n took a look at the sandwiches in the lunchbox, saw that it look nice and delicious. He took one sandwich and bite into it, it tasted yummy and he felt happy eating it.

He smiled as the sandwich filled his mouth. At the same time, he took out his phone and took a photo of the sandwiches and then sending it to Won-Ji.

Y/n: Thanks for the sandwiches! It was really good. (Image of sandwich attached.)

Won-ji: I'm glad you liked them.

Upon receiving the message, Liz looked at Y/n from afar and smiled as she sees him happily eating the sandwiches.

Then Liz wondered if she should tell him that she is Won-Ji. Would it, in anyway, affect the current friendship they have right now?

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Hope you guys enjoy this part two :>

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine you and Sokka bonding over being scared of Hama and it unearthing some unrequited feelings that change your friendship forever

Everything about this old lady creeped you out. The way she appeared in the woods, the puppets, the way she watched Katara. You just got the creeps and everything was worse at night. Your room was in one corner of the house closest to Hama’s room and you hated it. The rain beat against your window while the moon made the tree branches outside look like hands on the walls. You tried to get to sleep for over an hour but it was .no use You were too tense and plain scared. So you decided to do something about it. 

Despite the fact you were older than her, Katara was the resident mom of the group and you knew if you asked to sleep next to her she wouldn't tease you or say no. So you took your knife (just in case) and prepared yourself for the dark hallway. You yanked open the door and examined the corridor. No ghosts or spirits insight you started towards Katara's room at the opposite end of the house. You moved slowly trying not to cause any noise when the sound of a door opening made you jump in fright. You heard footsteps and panicked. The only other room on this side of the house was Hama’s so it was either her out for an evening stroll or something else. You weren’t sure which was worse but you knew you had to get into a room. Your room was back towards the noise so it was a no. You rushed towards the closest door and pushed it open. You slipped inside as quietly as possible and closed it. 

You locked it and leant against it listening. You heard footsteps approach and held your breath. They paused outside the door...and then carried on. You sighed in relief and tiptoed away from the door. "Y/n?" a voice called and you jumped. You spun around before relaxing to see it was just Sokka. 

You went to reply when two eyes appeared beside you and you cried out. You rushed towards Sokka for safety before Momo launched himself out of the darkness at you. You crumpled onto the bed with Momo on you and sighed "it was just you, sorry Momo". Sokka stared at you looking rather uncomfortable. "Erm y/n what are you doing in my room?". You sighed "I couldn’t sleep this place is so creepy, I hate it. So i was going to find Katara when a door opened. I panicked and rushed into the first room I found which was yours". Sokka nodded "I'll admit it is creepy here. I'm glad I have Momo". You nodded "can I take him?". "No!" Sokka cried grabbing the Flying Lemur from your hands "he’s staying with me, he likes it". The strangled look Momo gave you said otherwise but you didn’t disagree. "Fine if you won’t give him me then we'll share! There’s no way I'm going back out there alone so I'll stay here". Sokka paused "like here here? In my room?". "Duh" you nodded "you got a problem with that?". Sokka blushed pulling the quilt up as if he’d only just realised he was shirtless "no but I mean...there’s only one bed". You rolled your eyes "don’t be so childish Sokka it's a double. You'll sleep on your side and I'll stay on mine". Sokka continued to blush as he babbled and you sighed. "Sokka I'm not going back out there so either you give me Momo and take me to my room or you let me sleep beside you. It's only weird if we make it weird". Sokka stared at the door contemplating his choices before he sighed and held Momo to himself. "Fine" he tugged the quilt back and you smiled crawling into the bed. You got comfy and watched as Sokka grabbed a shirt, you couldn’t help but laugh. "Really? I've seen you shirtless so many times". “Yeah but this is different" Sokka said unable to meet your eye. You shrugged "whatever makes you feel better...thanks for letting me stay Sokka". "Well you didn’t give me much of a choice did you?" he asked with a smirk. You chuckled and watched as the moon lit up his face. Sokka did look very different with his hair down. It framed his face and made him very attractive. You shook yourself out of your odd thoughts and laid down "goodnight". "Goodnight" Sokka said. 

You closed your eyes and were drifting off when there was a loud bang. "Y/n!" Sokka whispered and you blinked your eyes open "what? What happened?". "Y/n wake up!" he cried shaking your arm "there’s something outside the window". The window was on Sokka’s side of the bed and so he’d tried to put as much distance between him and it by basically sitting on you. "How do you know?" you asked when you heard the noises. It sounded like someone was using the shed and there was a horribly ominous clanking sound. "It’s a ghost" Sokka hissed still right beside you with a firm grip on your arm "it has to be". "Or maybe it's Hama?". "Or maybe she is the ghost?" Sokka cried and you gasped. You were about to indulge him for fun but figured then he’d never sleep so you stopped yourself. "I'm sure she’s not but neither of us is brave enough to check so we’ll just have to wait for it to go away". Sokka nodded and stared at the window. Eventually the sounds died down and after there had been nothing new you looked at Sokka "it's gone". "I think so" he agreed. "So should we go back to sleep?". Sokka nodded and you turned to lay down before realising Sokka wasn’t moving back to his side. "Can I help you?" you asked as Sokka kept close behind you. "I'm not going back near it!" he cried a light blush spread across his face. "Why not it’s gone". "For now!" Sokka cried dramatically and you sighed. "But Sokka you're on my side" you whined. Sokka sighed "well you're in my bed so technically it’s my side too". You went to argue when Sokka cut you off "if you hate it so much swap sides with me and sleep near the window". You froze "no". Sokka smirked "see you don’t want to either so just stop complaining". You sighed "fine..." and laid down. Sokka was literally right behind you and while the presence was nice you could’ve done without the breathing on your neck. "Couldn’t you turn the other way?" you asked "you're tickling my neck with your breath". Sokka sighed "no because then I'm facing the window and then I might see something". You sighed "fine" and turned around. "What are you doing?" Sokka asked as you came face to face. "If I face you and lay next to your chest your breath won’t reach me. I'll be too close".

Sokka blushed but didn’t say anything as you basically laid against him. It actually felt quite nice having the warmth against him, not to mention it was you...Sokka couldn’t help but admire how good your hair smelt this close up or how nice and calm your face looked when you closed your eyes. He got the strangest desire to wrap his arms around you and hold you there but he didn’t of course.

"Goodnight" you whispered and Sokka nodded "goodnight".

The next morning

You woke and saw by the dim light you still had a few hours of sleep left. You smiled and nuzzled into your pillow before realising it wasn’t a pillow. You opened your eyes to see you and Sokka were laid together. You were resting against his chest and he had an arm around your waist holding you in place. You were surprised by the sensation but also found it rather adorable. You should've guessed Sokka liked to cuddle and reminded yourself to tease him about it tomorrow. For now though you’d just go back to sleep.

A few hours later you were woken up by Sokka getting out of bed. He must have done it pretty rapidly and your guess was he woke up, found he was hugging you, panicked and rushed away. You chuckled slightly as Sokka just nodded to you, unable to speak and noticed the blush on his face. Deciding to tease him you stood up and stretched "wow I had a really good sleep! Like the best in a while! I wonder why it was so good". Sokka paused but shrugged. "Did you sleep well?" you asked "I was so comfy and secure all night". Sokka coughed "I slept fine". You frowned and walked to him "aww sorry you didn’t sleep so well, maybe next time I can spoon you and you might sleep better?". Sokka immediately went bright red and you laughed loudly. "I didn’t mean to okay!" he cried and you just kept laughing. “Eugh you’re so annoying!” Sokka groaned in frustration and headed to the door. You caught his shoulder and stifled your laughter. "Hey look I was only joking! Seriously thank you for last night. You let me stay here and that was very kind of you. I owe you one and I promise not to tell the others". Sokka’s shoulder slumped "it's fine this house is pretty creepy so I guess if you ever get scared again you can always come find me". You smirked "inviting me back are we?". Sokka blushed "that's it" and yanked the door open. You laughed watching him go and waited before following him down to breakfast.

At the table Sokka sat away from you and couldn’t meet your eye. You found it cute and figured it’d fade as time passed but it didn't. Days later and still Sokka blushed if you addressed him or looked away if you glanced at him. The others were starting to notice too and Katara was worried something was wrong with him. "Sokka are you okay?" she asked at dinner one night and he tensed. "I'm fine, why?". "You've just been tense for the past couple of days. You're always looking around like you're expecting someone and you've not been your usual annoying self". "Gee thanks" Sokka muttered and Katara nodded "like that! The normal Sokka would have said a smart retort, what's wrong? Did something happen?". Sokka blushed and looked down "no nothing just leave me alone". "Okay fine" Katara said giving up and Aang just shrugged at her questioning look. You looked down feeling guilty, had you really upset Sokka that much with your teasing?.

You decided to find out so that night you made your way to his room. "Y/n?" he asked and you nodded "I promise I'm not here to stay again just talk, is that okay?". Sokka looked anywhere but at you however he did give a small nod so you took that as a yes. You breathed in and sighed "Sokka I'm really sorry for offending you with my teasing. I thought it was harmless but now I see how it’s affected you and know it wasn’t just a bit of fun. I never meant to make you angry and I'm sorry i did". Sokka paused "how it’s affected me?" he asked and you nodded. "Yeah Katara was right. You've seemed super stressed lately and you've been avoiding me in particular". Sokka blushed "I have but not because I'm mad at you...it’s more frustrated". You frowned "why? Have I done something else?". Sokka chuckled "that's just it, you don’t get it. Your brain can't even comprehend the idea it's that ridiculous". You frowned "Sokka I'm totally confused can you just explain it to me and I promise I'll try and work on it". Sokka bit his lip before nodding "fine...I like you". You nodded waiting for more but nothing came. Sokka glanced up at you "that's it y/n". You frowned before considering what Sokka might be saying "wait as in...romantically?". Sokka nodded "yep. Have since I saw you reject Jet all that time ago". You blinked "wow that's...so why now has it gotten so much more unmanageable?". "Because I was embarrassed enough to share a bed with you, then I cuddled you in my sleep and you noticed! Then the way you teased me I could tell you found it funny, you didn’t feel the same way I did...it didn’t have the same effect on you as it did on me and that made me frustrated. You don't see me how I see you and that just sucks". You blinked unsure what to say "Sokka I...I...". Sokka sighed "it's okay i know you don’t like me back". You paused "it's not that i don’t like you more I never even in a million years thought about you in that way". Sokka nodded sadly "which is basically the same thing" and you heard the hurt tone of his voice and tried to undo the damage. You winced "No Sokka, I didn’t mean anything but that I just meant maybe if you just give me time to think...". "No please don't pity me y/n" Sokka sighed "just maybe be aware the effect you have on people...and don’t get offended if I put some space between us". That hurt but you nodded "okay if that's what's you want...". Sokka nodded and you shrugged "well okay then". An awkward silence settled and you coughed "well I'll be going then...thanks for being honest with me. Have a good sleep" and you left. You closed the door and sighed. That was not at all how you thought it was going to go.

It turned out Hama was as creepy as you thought and after Katara brought her down you were on the road again. The invasion failed but you gained the prince of the Fire Nation which you counted as a plus. The others...not so much but you got on with Zuko pretty quickly and became fast friends. So much so, after just a week after knowing each other Zuko picked up on the tension between you and Sokka.

When at dinner you went to move past Sokka and he stepped back accidentally pressing himself up against you Zuko noticed the look of horror on Sokka’s face. Sokka babbled an apology before hurrying away leaving his tea and boomerang in his rush. You watched him go with a frown and Zuko coughed coming to stand beside you. “Okay so what am I missing?”. You frowned “about what?”. “You and Sokka, has something happened between the two of you?". You froze "what? No! Why would you say that?". Zuko raised an eyebrow "because you just reacted like that, not to mention Sokka flinched away from you like your skin was on fire just then". You sighed "well I guess things have been pretty tense between us but I don't really think it's fair to say why. It's not my secret to tell". Zuko nodded "he likes you doesn’t he?". Your eyes widened "how did you know that?". Zuko shrugged "it's pretty obvious, he's always watching you and tenses anytime you come close to him. He is either scared or attracted to you and the latter seemed more likely". You were marginally annoyed Zuko didn’t think you warranted people being terrified of you but one problem at a time. "Well you're correct” you sighed “he told me he liked me and I guess I didn’t react the way he wanted. I was caught off guard and tried to explain it just never even occurred to me to consider him from an attraction point of view. I wanted time to work out if I had any feelings for him but Sokka didn’t want to to be strung along i guess". Zuko winced "please tell me you didn’t say those exact words to him?". You frowned “no my exact words were I’d never in a million years thought about you in that way...”. Zuko winced and you nodded “I know I didn’t realise how it sounded until I thought back on it”. Zuko nodded “Yeah that can be pretty harsh coming from your crush". "How would you know you've had one crush on the same girl since you were 7" you retorted. Zuko smiled at the thought of Mai but then he remembered his current situation and it vanished. "Yeah I got lucky, Mai liked me back and even then i was still terrified around her. I felt so unsure and self-conscious so I can’t even imagine what Sokka’s been feeling. Seeing you every day and just reliving that moment you rejected him". You groaned "well what do I do?". Zuko frowned "I'm not sure there’s much you can do. Just give him time to recover and give him space. That’ll probably be best so he can move on". 

You swallowed "okay and errrr what if I'm still not totally sure what my feelings towards him are?". Zuko paused "wait you like him back?". "I think there’s a chance I might possibly" you said hesitantly and Zuko frowned "well until you have something solid I'd keep that to yourself. There would be nothing worse than to give him hope and then take it away but at the same time maybe try and work out how you feel sooner rather than later. Otherwise he might've moved on and you'd be too late". You sighed "so I leave Sokka alone but at the same time have to try and figure out if I like him and be 100% sure before I tell him". Zuko winced "yeah not helpful...well what do you think you like about Sokka?". You shrugged "I don’t know...I like his humour. He's so smart and quick but he’s also so goofy and dim sometimes it’s endearing” you smiled trailing off in thought. “Not to mention he’s not bad looking...he’s got nice hair and a warm tanned complexion. Plus there was this one time where we shared a bed and he spooned me, it was actually rather nice...it felt normal". Zuko raised an eyebrow and you paused "is that a big deal?". Zuko nodded "I'd say so wouldn't you?". You paused "i don’t know!". Zuko nodded "okay well imagine I spooned you. Would you feel comfortable with that?". You looked away "well no but I've known you a lot less so maybe that's why?". Zuko shrugged “possibly but you said it just felt normal which is odd for friends who aren’t particularly physically affectionate. If that felt natural then maybe other things would too”. Your eyes widened at what Zuko meant and the prince chuckled “your face!”. You blushed looking away “not helping”. “Actually I think I am, you blushed at the mere thought of doing more with Sokka, if you were disgusted by the idea that wouldn’t have happened”. “Of course i’m not disgusted at the idea of Sokka, he’s my friends and a good looking guy. Anyone would be lucky to...kiss him or whatever” you finished awkwardly. Zuko chuckled so hard he couldn’t answer your enquires about what was so funny. “Okay that’s it we’re officially done talking about this!” you cried and Zuko nodded wiping the tears away from his eye. “Phew good! I can’t take much more of this” he grinned and you shook your head “now I regret vouching for you fire boy”.

After your talk with Zuko you began paying more attention to Sokka in an attempt to see if there was anything there. While the idea of dating Sokka in no way disgusted you, you also weren’t sure if you liked it because he was a good guy or because you were attracted to him. Your opinion on the matter changed daily until the final battle was here and you had more compelling things to focus on.

Being an earthbender you stayed with the white lotus and helped reclaim Ba Sing Sei so you had no idea what happened to the others until you saw them. You all agreed to meet in the Fire Nation after it was over and the second you saw Katara you knew something was wrong. “Zuko?” you asked scared and she smiled “it’s okay, he’s alive. Azula struck him with lightning but he’s fine. A little banged up but he’ll be okay”. You sighed in relief and were about to cheer when a shape appeared from above. Then you really did cheer and loudly. If Appa was here then that meant Aang had done it! He’d defeated the Firelord! You rushed forwards with Katara to congratulate Aang when he shook his head “Sokka...”. Your heart stopped. Aang’s worried expression and the heaviness with which he said those words could not be good. “No!” Katara cried and you felt your stomach drop. Sokka could be dead, he couldn’t be...

Luckily he wasn’t. 

“He’s alive!” Aang quickly explained “he’s just hurt and the journey was hard on him, Katara you need to heal him right now”. Katara nodded seized by sibling instincts and you worked on getting Sokka down from Appa. When you saw how pale he looked you froze. “Katara” you cried nervously and Sokka’s eyes flickered open. Somehow they were still as bright as ever. He spotted you and Katara and smiled “you’re both okay”. You nodded so pleased to hear his voice “we are but why aren’t you! We all promised no dying!”. Sokka winced as your voice rose but he still had a smile on his face “well I kept my word didn’t I? I’m alive”. “You better stay that way” you barked back and he chuckled. Katara hugged him before she also laid into him for getting hurt. She then began working on his injuries and you stepped away to give them space.

Once Sokka was better you helped him into the palace and were shown into a room he could rest in. Katara helped him climb up into the bed and Aang placed a pillow down for his leg. Toph watched anxiously and you frowned as he winced. “I’m fine” he said noticing “just a bit sleepy that’s all”. “Of course” Katara nodded “we’ll let you sleep. I’m just so glad you’re okay” and she hugged him again. “We all are” you added and Aang and Toph added their voices in agreement. Sokka smiled at you all “thanks guys...it’s good to see you all too”. You smiled and with a final look all left the room. The huge sense of relief you felt when Katara told you he’d be fine made you realise you did indeed like Sokka. There was no denying it.

Of course as soon as you told Zuko he was thrilled and eager for you to lock Sokka down. “Just tell him” he hissed at you in the gardens as you watched Sokka practice using his crutches. You shook your head “I can’t just yell it at him, he’s still recovering and in a lot of pain”. “Yeah well you know what’s good for pain? The person you like telling you they like you back” Zuko grinned. You could tell from his lazy smile who he was thinking about and smiled “so Mai’s been released from prison huh?”. Zuko’s smile widened “she should be back any day now and I just can’t wait to...hey! No changing the subject” he cried and you laughed loudly making Sokka look over. You shot him an awkward smile and wave which he returned just as awkwardly. “Do it” Zuko hissed “come on you have to let him know. Put him out of his misery”. “But now isn’t the time it has to be right”. Zuko rolled his eyes “yeah about that...Sokka can you come here?” he called. Sokka looked up surprised but nodded and you hit Zuko. “What was that I told you I wasn’t ready!”. Zuko shook his head “you are ready y/n you’re just scared. You just won back Ba Sing Sei but you’re scared to talk to Sokka about this?”. “Talk to Sokka about what?” Sokka called and you cursed his good hearing. Zuko froze and you jumped but Zuko recovered rapidly. "Y/n needs to tell you something important but she thinks she should wait rather than tell you". You glared at Zuko and he just smiled. Sokka blinked "well now I'd like to know what it is" and he looked between you both suspiciously. "I'll leave you to it then" Zuko said and he gave you a pat on the arm before walking away.

You looked at sokka and smiled nervously "okay so i’m not really sure how to say this...I hope you're not mad...I...". "It’s okay y/n you don’t have to say it. I guessed". You blinked "you did? Was I that obvious?". Sokka shrugged "not that much but the two of you were together a lot and you're the same age so I figure it could happen". You paused "wait what do you think I have to tell you?". "You and Zuko are together right?". You burst out laughing "god no! He’s great and all but the Fire Nation...that's not my type at all. I actually think it might be the opposite". Sokka paused "so what did you want to tell me?". You took in a breath "the final battle made me realise a lot of things, stuff that’s important and stuff that isn’t. I realised you're part of the important stuff". Sokka frowned and you hesitated "wait sorry i’m making no sense. What i’m trying to say is that...I like you". Sokka stared at you "in what way?". "Romantically" you explained "when Aang came back after the fight and said your name in that way I...I’ve never felt dread or pain like it. I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach and I couldn’t even comprehend that you might be...I've been pondering my feelings for you since you told me yours because I knew there was something but I didn't know for sure until now...I like you Sokka". 

Sokka didn’t look happy and that confused you. "Sokka?" you asked when he didn’t speak for a while and he sighed "y/n you thought I died...don’t you think that could’ve been the reason for the amplification in your feelings for me?". You paused "I...no i know what i felt Sokka and it was caused by the circumstance but they didn’t make feelings appear out of thin air. It was my reaction to the circumstance that made me realise how strongly I felt for you. It wasn’t just a reaction or a coincidence. I like you". Sokka still looked unsure and you sighed “what can I do to prove to you how I feel?”. Sokka looked at you and blushed “I...I don’t know”. You sighed in frustration and decided to try one last thing. “I started thinking there could be something since that night at Hama’s”. Sokka paused “you did?”. You nodded “there was a moment where we heard something at the window and you came really close to me. The moonlight lit up your face and you had your hair down...I remember just being so taken back by how stunning you looked at that moment. I’ve always known you were good looking but you were so beautiful. Then the following morning I woke up to find you had an arm around me and it felt normal. It felt nice, not like a friend pushing their boundaries or an accident but a nice relaxed gesture of affection with someone I cared about. Thinking back I don’t know how I was so dim not to realise what all that meant but I think some part of me always did. When you told me you liked me and asked me to drop it I walked out of there feeling really disappointed. Like i’d missed out on something i wanted, something really great and now I know why I felt like that. It might’ve taken me a literal war to get there but I know how I feel about you Sokka and I promise it’s real. I’ve never felt anything this real in my life” you chuckled awkwardly and looked down hoping Sokka would just say something. Anything! When he didn’t you sighed “Sokka?” and glanced back up to see him staring at you. “You really like me?” he asked hopefully and you smiled “so much”. A grin spread across Sokka’s face and everything in the world just faded away at the sight of that smile. “I’m the luckiest guy on the planet” Sokka breathed. He engulfed you in a hug and you hugged him back, your heart hammering in happiness when you both almost fell over. “Damn crutches!” Sokka cried as you just barely stopped him falling over and you laughed. “I’m too happy to curse anything! I’m just so pleased you believe me. I thought my indecisiveness was going to cost me you”. Sokka shook his head “nah you’ll never lose me plus you called me beautiful. Nobody has ever done that so I’m yours”. You chuckled and stepped closer to him, figuring that was safer than pulling him forwards, and looked into his brilliant blue eyes. “Sounds good to me”.

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So I know everyone fancied Zuko but I always just wanted to be his friend and have him set me up with Sokka. I never got how Sokka wasn’t the heartthrob with all his water tribe goodness. Seriously Sokka is where it’s at.  

I am also very gay though so I would literally have sold them both for five minutes with the queen (Firelord) herself that is Azula.

Also I know Appa wasn’t with Aang in the final battle but I forgot about that until after I’d written this so can we just ignore that detail please? Thank you!! 

[rilianeoflucifen]

Hi anon ask Hope your doing alright Could you pls do a Mizuki , An and Saki (mostly Mizuki) finding out that they're always cheerful S/O does sh (bonus if they're s/o is part of their group) cus I've been struggling with sh for idk how long and I just really need some comfort rn

(I would like to mention before this starts that if you are struggling with self-harm, suicide, or any other thoughts of this vein, then please talk to a trusted adult or someone who knows how to talk about these issues.)

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮)

𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟖𝟔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

It was about 3AM when Mizuki noticed.

The two of you had been on a Nightcord call for hours now. It had started as a group call with the other members of 25:00, but eventually, Kanade, Mafuyu, and Ena had all logged off, leaving you and Mizuki.

You thought that perhaps (at least from Ena’s end) there was some kind of teasing behind it. Mizuki and you hadn’t been dating for long, and you were pleased with any alone time the two of you got to have. 

At this point, the late night deliriousness seemed to have gotten to you both. You giggled and grinned, any troubles you might have had leaving you. 

Until, of course, they noticed. 

“Y/N?” they said slowly, the expression on their face morphing into one of concern. You were puzzled by the sudden shift in their voice.

“Erm, yes?”

“Are you -“ they began, then looked down. Even through the camera, you could practically taste their worry. “Are you okay?”

Silence.

“What do you mean?” you said quietly. “Of course I’m okay. Is something - is something wrong?”

Mizuki sighed. “I might be just imagining this, it could just be the camera I suppose - but on your, on your arm there -“

You suddenly understood what Mizuki was trying to say.

“Ask no questions and you’ll receive no lies.” you tried to joke. Mizuki didn’t laugh. 

“Y/N, you’re not - are you?”

There was silence again, and you knew, deep down, that you couldn’t lie to your partner. 

You nodded. 

Mizuki didn’t say anything. Finally, they lifted their head, staring at you with the most heartfelt look that you’d seen them give anyone. 

“I wish I was in the room with you right now,” they said. “And not talking to you through a screen, so I could hug you.”

You gave them a small smile. “I wish that too.”

It was quiet for a while, until Mizuki spoke again. “Can you come to mine after school tomorrow?”

You were startled. “Why?”

Mizuki looked away. “I…I’m not so good at comforting people with words sometimes. But I want…if there’s any way I can help you feel a little bit better…I’m here. And you can talk, or not, or whatever, I just want to be there for you.”

You nodded.

“Thank you, Mizuki.”

[cloveswifey]

Party

Parings: Sarah Cameron x fem/reader

Type: fluff at beginning, angst

Warning: swearing, kissing

Going to a party was always hard when your dating Sarah Cameron, let's just say she isn't exactly the best at letting people know that we're together. For example John B, still, somehow hasn't figured out that Sarah and I are dating. How delusional can one be?

I was sat at my dresser getting ready for the party when my girlfriend walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey gorgeous." I smiled as she twirled; showing off her short, red dress.

"Hi," she smiles, leaning down "have you decided what your wearing yet." She bites her lip as she snakes her arms round my neck and leans her head on top mine.

"Not yet, I was thinking the black dress."

"The short black dress?" She questions, my head nodding in response.

"My favourite short black dress?" She giggles as she presses a light kiss to my neck, moving her hands to rest on my shoulders.

"Mhm." I giggle, feeling her interaction. I turn my body to face the girl, yet she has already taken off towards my closet to fish out her favourite black dress.

Honestly I don't know why she loved the dress so much. I mean it only showed off my ass and cleavage...

I stand up to retrieve, the dress as she strolls over giggling; taking it out her grasp and giving her a peck.

Carefully i unzip the back of it, stepping into the material, I walk over to the girl, "can you zip me?" I smile as she replies with a small 'mhm'.

She zips up the dress before latching her lips onto my neck once again, "you know I love that baby, but we need to go. The Pouges will be here soon."

"No..." she whines as she pulls away digging her head into my neck.

"Someone's clingy." I tease, chuckling to myself as we hear a loud beeping noise from outside.

"Speak of the devil." She whispered quietly into my neck.

"Come on." I grab her hand, making her whine; pulling her downstairs and out the door, to be met with John B leaning against the Twinkie.

I couldn't help but notice the look he gave Sarah as he saw her approach. "Wow you look great." He smiled at her.

"Thanks" she giggled as we entered the Twinkie.

I roll my eyes at the interaction, hoping no one saw but of course someone did. JJ.

"Hey you alright." He whispered towards me, already knowing what's up since I'd ranted to him about this problem before.

"Yeah, I will be." I sigh, as the Twinkie starts to move. I feel a hand grab mine putting it onto their lap. Looking beside me I see my girlfriend smiling at me as if nothing happened. She leans her head onto my shoulder.

I mean... I don't think she means to flirt.

I think she does it without realising and deep down she loves me...

She does love me.

We arrive at the party all hopping out of the van; the smell of beer, sex and sweat immediately reaching my nose; the smell being horrific to my taste.

"You want a drink?" Sarah smiles looking in my direction.

"Yeah sure." I smile back; watching as the girl left towards the kitchen.

About 15 minutes later I still hadn't received my drink from my girlfriend who was supposedly getting it.

I'd been stuck in the corner talking to a group of strangers although they weren't very entertaining.

"What about you y/n?" I hear.

"Hm? Sorry?" I look up breaking out of my daze.

"The test on Monday, in history what did you get?" The girl repeated.

"Oh erm.. you know I'm actually gonna go get a drink." I lightly smile, in thought of where my girlfriend could be.

Nodding the group carried on with their boring conversations about school. I was in need for a drink and would like to know where my girlfriend was.

Speaking of the devil I see her sat on a counter John B stood half way In between her legs. If I didn't know the two I would one hundred percent, assume they were both dating.

I gulped, looking down at my cup as I poured myself a drink as I hear my name being called.

"Hey baby." My girlfriend calls out from the opposite side of the kitchen.

Instead I ignore her and turn my heel to stand against the wall stirring my drink of mixed rum and coke in circles; until I feel presence in front of me.

"Hi?" I smile questionably, looking up to see a girl staring seductively at me.

She was wearing a black skirt which was incredibly short might I add, with a laced crop top.

"Hi, you wanna dance. You look lonely" The girl smirked as she glanced at my lips and back up to my eyes.

"I'm fine, Thanks." I awkwardly smile at her flirty tactics, instantly looking at the wall beside me as if it was exiting.

"You sure? You've been stood there for about ten minutes looking at that couple talking in the kitchen.

"Their not a couple!" I quickly speak, the girl raising her eyebrows in shock.

"Sorry it's just, the girl she's my girlfriend but she doesn't exactly act like it." I chuckle sarcastically, downing the rest of my drink, looking down to the ground, my shoes suddenly being interesting to look at.

"Damn, that sucks. I mean.. my offer still stands. Maybe we could get the girl jealous." She winks, holding her hand out in hope.

"Yeah maybe." I frown as I take the girls hand leading me towards the dance floor.

I feel arms wrap around me making me tense.  "Relax." She smiles as she begins to dance with me.

I begin slowly, moving my hips as I feel the girl dance onto me. I thought dancing would take my mind off Sarah yet my mind kept wondering to the kitchen.

I look over towards the kitchen to see Sarah staring daggers into my eyes, before her chin gets pulled towards John B in which he smashes their lips together.

It felt like the world around me had stopped, my heart no longer beating in my chest.

I let out a shaky breath and began making my way to the door, hearing shouts of my name.

"Y/n wait!"

"Y/n I can explain." She yells out making me instantly turn on my heel.

"Explain what? That your kissing John b, letting him stand in between your legs as if your a couple?" I huff, shaking my head.

"Listen I-"

"No! No! You have no room to talk." I cut her off, "because if I remember correctly you were both flirting in the when we arrived and I went to get a drink in the kitchen."

"Can you let me speak!" The blonde girl suddenly yelled in frustration, sighing before she carried on.

"He kissed me, okay, I pulled away as soon as realisation hit. And I know that's no excuse but I love you, so so much. Please forgive me, it won't happen again! I promise.." she swallows tears filling up in her eyes, as we maintain eye contact.

"But it will happen again." I huff, once again letting out a chuckle.

"What?" She shakes her head confused.

"Your always flirting with people and whether you know it or not, it always happens every fucking party we go to you leave me and go off with someone else whether that's John B or some random ass touron."

"I'm sorry I didn't even realise I was doing it but you know I love you, we'll stop going to parties, I'll do anything but please don't leave me." She pleads a tear slowly rolling down her cheek.

"And I love you too, but it needs to stop, Sarah. Or I mean it I'm gone." I gulp wiping the tear that fell from her eye.

"It won't I promise."

[erodasfishtacos]

The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes. 

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year. 

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands. 

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

**

Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout. 

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

**

Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out. 

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

**

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

**

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms. 

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra. 

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.” 

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

[wearfinethingsalltoowell]

Incorrect Quotes Generator

I got my hands on an incorrect quotes generator last night and some of these are a delight

Stede: eating a cinnamon roll 

Ed: Cannibalism. 

Stede: confused chewing noises

—

Stede: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder. 

Stede: glares at Ed 

 Ed: Well, sorry I have morals!

—

Stede: makes Ed a cup of tea but puts salt in it 

Ed: sips tea 

Stede: 

Ed: finishes tea 

Stede: Didn't it taste bad? 

Ed: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all. 

Stede, tearing up: Oh, okay.

—

Ed: Dom or sub? 

Stede: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.

—

Stede: Ed is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

—

Jim: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken! 

Oluwande: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss. 

Jim, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

—

Oluwande: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? 

Jim: sighs 

Jim: I killed a man.

—

Oluwande: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. 

Jim: Okay. 

Oluwande: And make out during the scary parts. 

Jim: Th- 

Jim: The scary parts. 

Jim: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

—

While the Squad is in a battle 

Jim, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! 

Oluwande: Take it back now y'all!

—

Pete: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- 

Lucius: I wrote you a poem. 

Pete, already crying: You did?

—

Pete, grinning: I have a knife!

 Lucius: Put it down, Pete. 

Pete: Make me! sprints away

—

Pete: Hey Lucius?

 Lucius: Yeah? 

Pete: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

 Lucius: 

Lucius: ...What.

—

Lucius: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it. 

Pete: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

—

Lucius: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. 

Pete: That sounds like a challenge. 

Lucius: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. 

Pete: ...Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! 

Lucius: There is no challenge!

—

Pete: The Ocean is a soup. 

Lucius: 

Lucius: Do elaborate.

 Pete: What are needed for something to be a soup? 

Lucius: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.  

Pete: Tilts head 

Lucius: The Ocean is a Soup. 

Pete: The Ocean is a Soup.

—

Pete, texting Lucius: sends a voice message

 Lucius, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? 

Pete: No, don’t worry, just listen later. 

later 

Lucius: presses play 

Pete's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

—

Frenchie: You have any sunscreen? 

Izzy: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— 

Frenchie: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

—

Frenchie: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows. 

Izzy: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

—

Izzy: You read my diary? 

 Frenchie: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

—

Izzy: Help! I’m drowning! 

Frenchie: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! 

Izzy: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

—

Izzy: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? 

 Frenchie: For the dogs. 

 Izzy: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? Frenchie: They don't know how.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi dear, how are you? 💜 I would like to share with you a thought that has been running through my head about twst. (Honestly this is just an excuse to talk to you…because I really love what you write and how creative you are about everything you do)

My thought is that in the world of twisted wonderland there are certain universal rules that everyone currently knows.

Like the prohibition of "forbidden magic" or "forbidden trades" such as raising the dead (Necromancy), summoning demons and making deals with them (demonic sects), creating life with alchemy, etc. But this is currently what would be twisted wonderland, something that everyone already takes for granted. As if it could never happen in the current age, right?

WARNING THIS MAY HAVE MINOR MENTIONS OF DARK SUBJECTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

But before detailing about that, let's think about the past. Those times before the existence of the beloved "Big Seven" that everyone knows. Before the magic. Where humans were… Just that, humans without magic. Terrified of the unknown, but filled with desire for power. And they started looking for it, for every existing means they could get their hands on.

Use the unknown, to change.

Twisted wonderland was…exactly that, twisted.

Dark times when it was normal to see humans hunt fairies/faes to llik and experiment, steal their wings/tails/horns, their essence, their magic. Using the beast people as slaves, erutrot them, dissect their animal parts and more. MUCH MORE (and worse)

Ah, this is getting long, my mind is wandering..

They managed to obtain magic.

Obviously the way they got it wasn't pretty. They stole it obtained it after perhaps a long time (Centuries forgotten and probably erased from history) Fortunately (or unfortunately) the people who now had magic or a kind of power/knowledge (reference to what was said at the beginning) began to… transmit it to their people. Genetically or in writing depending on what they possessed to give to future generations Those dark times began to be forgotten (Lies) the world was no longer twisted at all Time passed and those (Erased) forgotten times were no longer counted by ancients victims of those times

Twisted wonderland, slowly began to unify its bases over time for what it is today.

But..

What would happen if there were still people/groups from those times?

If they were hidden from everything known and blinded by the desire to obtain more power.

Waiting in the darkest and most forgotten corners of the world.. to seize and rule Twisted wonderland.

THE OLD TWISTED WONDERLNAD

Their twisted world

And the only way to avoid that fateful fate would fall into the hands of a poor teenager from another world.

Who shows what was the beginning and end of this strange world..

And what was meant to be?

Erm..I think this got a little out of hand.. Sorry for so much writing and rambling, my mind is too messy to write something without getting excited (terrified) by the opinion or thought that the other person may have.. Also, I apologize if you felt uncomfortable with anything mentioned, even if I tried to "censor" (flip) the "strong" words.

Leaving that aside, I would love to read your opinion on this…strange idea(?) that I had and I would be honored if it pleased you or even inspired you for something…

It should be said that if you liked this idea and would like to know or even comment / add more to it. I would be delighted to exchange words with you.

(although it is somewhat complex to write in English based on a translator and a vague knowledge of the language haha…)

Anyway, I hope you read this at some point and dedicate some of your time to it..

I hope you take care of yourself and your mind always shines with your writings and thoughts~

Goodbye dear 💜

(I was given a cookie and I'm going to treasure this delicious crumb of a possible new au)

Thank you so much for talking to me! This was very interesting to read. Could be an entirely different take on the self-aware au than mine (doesn't mean it's bad!!!)

But mhm. I mean, we find out in the game that magic was in the past different. Some chapter 6 spoilers (you know, THAT smoll piece of information) and also Lilia and Malleus always hinting in some voicelines that they learned something new that was different in the past. So this could be a pretty solid background story. I mean, Lilia is practically a general who served in a war against humans so yeah. Dark history.

I think the groups that would still remember this would most likely be very old faes. Not on the end of doing all that gruesome stuff but rather people who had enough and don't want to be remember all of that. I actually did a small conversation very long ago about the minds of Faes not that different from humans and the true differences are in the bodies. It has a huge chapter 6 spoiler in it so I won't talk about it here but Lilia is having huge old man “better times” symptoms. So like humans they would probably also try to just not think about things that hurt and scared them. But I also think that a place that would allow such groups to fester would need to be in a place that is not very strictly looked over by a ruling power. So maybe very deep in the hills of Sunset Savanna and definitely the Shaftlands (I mean look at the size. No way they can see everything happening in there). But hmmm... Would also probably be very violent.

What could happen is that the Mc is in constant danger because, well... they are making their plans fail. But that is up in the air.

This is what k could come up with and I think that this is a solid base for a very dark au. Want to try my friend? Want to bring the darkness of the Japanese version into the English fandom? I'm all for it!

[mediocre-megs]

Bluejeans

@blupjeansweek

“Congratulations you two,” Kravitz smiled at Lup and Barry. “I truly could not be happier for you both.”

“Samesies,” Taako nodded enthusiastically, curled up against Kravitz on the couch opposite them. “Feel like I rolled a nat20 on brother-in-law, y’know?”

Lup fiddled with her engagement ring excitedly. Barry chuckled and squeezed her hand. “I, uh, I appreciate that Taako, you’re too kind.”

“So,” Kravitz sipped his wine, “Who’s taking who’s last name?”

Lup laughed a little to herself, and looked at Barry. His cheeks flushed.

“I mean, I guess I assumed Lup would be taking mine, but erm… I guess that was a little patriarchal… no… heteronormative? Misogynistic?” He was flailing desperately for help but everyone was having too much fun watching him to care. “Anyways… I assumed Lup would take on the Bluejeans name, but I’d be down to become a, um…”

A silence settled over the group as Barry gestured blankly. “Shit… I’m the world’s worst fiancé, holy shit… Babe, what’s your last name?”

Lup laughed, “Let’s lay off the Merlot, yeah?” She asked, gently taking his wine glass from him. “We’d be honoured to have you take on our last name, but,“ she directed her attention back to Kravitz, “I think Lup Bluejeans is cute.”

“It’s got a lovely ring to it,” he agreed, seemingly oblivious to Barry’s memory blip.

“No, no, babe I’m serious,” Barry insisted, rubbing his temples anxiously. “What the fuck is your last name?”

Lup considered it for a moment, and realized she wasn’t sure. She looked at Taako, who shrugged casually.

“Don’t look at me, I forgot you even existed for, like… a decade. Last names are the least of my concern.”

“Did we ever have one?” Lup inquired.

“Maaaaaybe? Maybe not, I dunno.”

“Huh.” She seemed indifferent.

“This doesn’t bother anyone else?” Barry asked incredulously. “Kravitz? You’re fine here?”

“Well…” the reaper swirled his wine thoughtfully, “It is odd, yes. But, isn’t one last name enough to share?”

That seemed to calm Barry down a little, and he nodded. “Yeah, I guess… I guess you’re right. Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry for freaking out.”

“No need to apologize, mon frère,” Taako assured him, “I mean, you and Lup are lucky.”

Barry cocked his head curiously at the couple opposite them. “How so?”

Kravitz and Taako shared a knowing glance. “Well, at least you have a last name to share.”

[reidgraygubler]

just my type (spencer reid/reader)

Title: just my type 

Request: kinda, not really

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (daddy kink, loss of virginity (reader), praise, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, after sex cockwarming, groping, heavy petting, tipsy sex, innocence kink, hair pulling, crying during sex (but the VERY end)), dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, Professor!Reid, age gap, aftercare, swearing, drinking, making out in public places, incredibly brief mention of necrophilia, mentions of absent father, ooc!spencer, professor/student, brief mention of drinks being drugged (not actually happening)

Word Count: 8,194 

Summary: Reader sleeps with a man she met at the bar. The next day she finds out that man was her new professor, Spencer Reid...

A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! My partner doesn’t have tumblr, but their wattpad is babyleaf1! I took a few of her favorite tropes and prompts she likes and came up with this! It’s loosely based off the song campus by vampire weekend. Spencer and reader’s ages are undefined, but there is a gap between the two.  thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

{***}{***}{***}

Going to the bar wasn’t exactly my scene. Sure, it was nice to kick back and have a drink after a long day. I’d rather be at home with a glass of wine and watching a movie. But when a friend I haven’t seen in a long time asks to go to the bar, I’m gonna go to the bar with her. 

My eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for my friend who was no doubt already drinking. The room was filled with drunk people. I didn’t expect so many people to be drinking on a Tuesday night… who am I to judge though? 

When I finally saw my friend, I rushed to her. She was sitting at the bar with a drink already in hand. I wondered how many drinks she had before I arrived.

The moment I appeared by her side, she let out an excited squeal before throwing her arms around my body.

“It’s so nice seeing you!” she squealed into my ears. I laughed as I carefully pushed her off my body, and tried to regain some personal space. “It’s been so long!” 

“Yeah, yeah. Been busy. School and stuff starts this week.” I nervously laughed as I sat down on the stool beside her. She leaned over the bar as she called for the bartender. 

“That’s right! School!” she exclaimed as she looked back at me. I looked away from the bartender and at my friend. “That’ll be fun!” she added, trying to sound excited, but epically failing. 

“I sure hope it’ll be fun…. But it’s hard to say. You know, college,” I chuckled and looked down at the counter. The bartender placed the two drinks on the counter, pushing them towards us. My eyes widened once I saw the brightness of the drink. The brightness of the liquid was unnatural. So of course I was going to drink it. What’s the worst that could happen?

A couple hours had passed and the conversations between us seemed to flow fluidly. I was thanking God that that was the case because I don’t think I could do awkward drinks. I like to think I was concentrating on her and her words pretty well.

And then he happened.

A man walked up to the bar and looked right at the bartender. He held up one finger as he sat down behind my friend. He had an exhausted look in his eyes, which were hidden behind shaggy brown hair. Suddenly my concentration was out the window and I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. My friend definitely noticed too, but thankfully she didn’t comment on it. 

Then he looked over at me, and I was met with honeyed hazel eyes. They were more intoxicating than my drink. A small smile grew on his lips when he realized he captured the attention from someone. 

I just assumed he would have gotten his drink and returned to wherever he was sitting. But I was so wrong. Maybe the bar counter was where he was sitting and he just got here...

“So… What’s your type?” my friend asked, looking over at me with a small smile on her lips. I struggled to look away from the attractive man sitting just behind her. It was a relief when his gaze dropped from mine when my friend asked the question. But a small smirk grew on his lips as he, and my friend, waited for my answer.

“I… I, uh,” I finally looked away from him and down at my drink. The two black stir straws leaned against the glass, and I realized that I should probably stop drinking soon. My face grew really hot, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol I had consumed, or the thought of telling my friend my type in men I’m interested in, or even worse… That the type of guy I’m interested in standing right behind her…

“C’mon, can’t be that bad… Unless you’re like… A necrophiliac,” she laughed as she leaned closer to my body. I moved away from her before looking back at the man behind her. He was looking back at me, an amused smile on his lips. “Well,” she asked, slipping closer to me. I locked eyes on the man before licking my lips lightly.

“Older…” I made sure to be loud enough that I knew he would hear. I watched as he choked on his drink before looking over at me. 

“Ooo! Girl,” my friend exclaimed as she moved closer to me, “How scandalous,” she whispered as she wrapped an arm around me, “How old are we talking?” she looked up at me. Her eyes were glossy, and I knew there was no winning this one. 

“Is this really a conversation we… we should be having?” I asked, my voice shaky as I spoke. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“We talkin’ old enough to be ya daddy… if ya know what I mean,” she mused as she began falling into my body. The man behind her looked over at me, his smile telling me he was clearly listening in to our conversation. And he obviously enjoyed what was happening in front of him. 

“Ye-No!” I cut myself off with a shout, “No! Not at all!” I continued, backing away from her body. I couldn’t tell if I was being serious or not, and something was telling me my friend and the man didn’t believe me either. “Wh-why are you suddenly…” I let my words trail off as my train of thought suddenly vanished.

“Because… You’re young, you’re single… And you’re… you know…” this time it was her words trailing off. I looked at her with wide eyes, my face getting hot again. “A virgin,” she said in a normal tone, even though I think she thought she was whispering. The man behind her choked on his drink again before slowly turning to face me and my friend.

“Will you shut up?” I whispered as I tore my eyes off the man and looked down at my friend. She sat back in her seat as she looked at me with a smile.  

“OH!” she shouted as she looked down at her drink. She slammed the rest of it in one go before standing up, “I have to pee! Stay here! If I’m not back in 10 minutes, assume I went off with that hot guy.” She slipped off her chair before pointing somewhere in the bar. I looked over my shoulder and at a group of guys who were closer to our age than the guy behind her.

“O-okay,” my words stumbled as I carefully pushed her body off mine. I held back my chuckle as she stumbled away from me and towards the bathroom. 

I turned back to the counter, my head dropping so I was looking at my drink. My fingers fiddled with the straws as I waited for my friend to return. The bright blue liquid sitting with ice wasn’t as good as it looked. Which was very unfortunate because I’ve had maybe two of them… Working on my third...

“Your friend… She’s rather excitable,” someone spoke from beside me. The seat my friend was once sitting in was now occupied by the man who sat beside her. I perked up and looked away from my drink. He was hunched over the bar, holding a small glass with an amber liquid. 

I didn’t realize I was staring at him till he cleared his throat and looked back at me. I jumped, looking down at the bar. I didn’t exactly know how to respond to him, words not coming from my mouth properly as I struggled to speak. So, I shrugged and stared at him.

“Y-yeah, yeah she’s like that… Especially when she’s drunk… She doesn’t know how to hold her booze,” I laughed as I lifted my drink to my lips. I searched for the two mixer straws with my mouth, closing my eyes before taking a sip. “Y-you didn’t hear anything she said,” I asked, my words slurring slightly from nervousness, "Did you?" I added as I leaned on the counter. The man looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“Uh, erm,” he looked back down at his drink, not directly answering my question. I sighed deeply as I planted my face into my hand, leaning against the bar. 

“She was being really loud,” I laughed as slowly slipped off my stool and into his body, “Oh, sorry.” I looked up at him as I held onto his arm, “I think I should stop drinking,” I laughed as I recollected myself and moved away from the stranger’s body. 

“It’s okay.” The man looked at me, helping me get back on my seat, “I’m going to get you water.” He looked between me and the bartender. 

“Listen, listen, yeah, whatever, like so what, I’m still a virgin… I just have my bar set way too high for men,” I started as I turned to face him, “I should lower that bar and my standards,” I mumbled as I leaned against the counter. The man looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. Why did I think my friend would be embarrassing to me when I can just do it myself?

“Definitely getting you water,” he laughed. After a moment of silence, the bartender placed two glasses of water on the counter in front of me and the stranger. The man looked over at me before pushing the glass closer to me. “Drink it, you’ll feel better,”  

“Is it safe, right? Like…” I let my words trail off, hoping he’d clue into my worries. He looked at me with raised brows, like what I had said was absurd that I would even suggest something like that.

“It’s safe… just water and ice,” he returned, his tone telling me he was mildly offended that I'd think he drugged water. But to be fair, he's a random stranger in the bar, talking to a girl who's had a few drinks.

“Thanks,” I muttered before lifting the glass to my lips. The icy coolness of the water hit my lips and tongue and I already felt a million times better. I couldn’t help but let out a pleased hum. 

“Spencer... by the way,” the man finally introduced himself to me. I swallowed roughly as I looked up at him. My eyebrows knit together as I stared at him, my words tumbling from my mouth as I introduced myself.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking around the semi-filled room of drunken adults. 

“After work drinks,” he spoke softly. He didn’t sound too enthused by after work drinks. Part of me wondered why that was… Maybe all his friends ditched him too. 

“Sounds boring,” I laughed as I looked back at him, “My friend wanted to get drinks… But she wanted to catch up and to… Well, just drink,” I sighed as I leaned my entire body against the counter, “As you can see, she ditched me… Like always,” I scoffed before looking over at where my friend actually was. She was standing beside the cute guy, leaning close to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d be gone with him the next time I looked over at her. 

“Maybe it’s your turn to leave her at the bar.” Spencer watched as I lifted the glass of water back to my mouth. I nearly spat water all over the place with his words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked as I moved my chair closer to him. He seemed content with where I was sitting, and how close I was to him. To be honest, I wished I could be closer to him. 

“Could mean anything you wanted it to mean,” he replied with a shrug. I stared at him for a moment, slowly leaning closer to him, but not getting too close. 

“You’re right.” I smiled as I stared at him. He looked away from his drink and nodded. “Like going home before her to go to bed early.” I laughed. Spencer returned the laughter and shook his head. 

“If that’s what you want it to mean,” he smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

“Nah, I don’t think I wanna go home yet,” I sighed, resting my head on my fist, and my elbow on the bar counter. We both stayed quiet for a moment, letting the silence carry our “conversation”.

“So… Older men…?” Spencer asked after the long silence. He looked down at me with a smug smile. I froze in my seat, my eyes on the glass of, now, ice in front of me. 

“You did hear that conversation,” I lazily laughed as I looked up at him. I couldn’t help but nibble lightly on my lower lip as I looked at him. “Nah…” I looked up at him, feeling a small smile grow on my lips. Spencer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow and a sly smirk. “Maybe… Possibly… Definitely older men…” My head fell back in laughter. Spencer kept his eyes on me and his smile grew more amused than smug. 

Spencer definitely met my standards in men. He seemed to be older than me, I wasn’t exactly willing to question that though. There was a certain… gentlemanly-ness to him that I infinitely enjoyed. He was definitely not like any other guy I’ve talked to. And he 100% wasn’t some 20-something-year-old guy who claims he has all the experience in the world but doesn’t. Spencer seemed very experienced, in what? Well, everything I guess. I could just sense it by the way he talked to me and the way he held himself.

“My last boyfriend was 10 years older than me, and the one before that was 7 years older…” I paused, staring at him. I wondered what he was thinking, and if he was thinking what everyone thinks… ‘This girl has totally got daddy issues.’ “I don’t have daddy issues,” I rolled my eyes as I gravitated closer to his body. I looked up at Spencer, my hand falling to rest on his thigh as I moved closer to him. His body tensed slightly at my touch. I felt a little bad at first, but when I went to move my hand, he stopped me. His hand reaching out to grab my wrist.

“Even if you did, I don’t think that would influence your taste in men.” He looked down at me. It was then did I realize just how close our faces were to each other. 

“That’s good to hear because most people just automatically assume that I have daddy issues,” I murmured as I looked between his lips and eyes, “Although… It’s just a lie… I tell myself that because people always say women with daddy issues are sluts… But I’m not…” I whispered as I slowly moved closer to him.

“I didn’t think that,” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, “And I’ve known you for all of 45 minutes,” he laughed as he removed his hand from my wrist.

“Good,” I laughed lightly. “Can I kiss you?” my voice was a murmur as I looked into his eyes. Spencer licked his lips before parting them slightly. He didn’t seem too shocked or taken aback by my proposition. But when he spoke he was a little… nervous.

“If… If that’s what you want,” he whispered as he looked at me. I took a deep breath, my hand resting on his leg shifting a bit as I moved closer to him. Spencer took a shaky breath as I looked up at him.

“Do you want it?” 

“I… I’d be lying if I said no, but I don’t want to take advantage of a woman under the influence,” 

“It’s what I want,” I leaned even closer, not even an inch between us. I could feel his breath through my nose, that’s how close we are. “And I’m not under the influence,” I spoke, losing my confidence with each word. It was also an obvious lie too. We both knew how many drinks I had. “I’ve had two glasses of water and a handful of bar nuts, and it’s been like an hour since my last drink. I’m okay,” I whispered as I leaned totally on him. 

Spencer looked down at me, his face still as his eyes examined my face. He slowly brought a hand up to my face, resting it gently under my chin. I smiled, feeling my face heat up again. When he squinted his eyes, I felt my heart rate spike. 

“Please,” I begged. The bar and world around me simply vanished as I became so involved with Spencer and everything about him. In that moment, I was obsessed with him. “Kiss me,”

Spencer let out a soft breath of air from his lips before pressing them to mine. If the cool water didn’t sober me up, this kiss sure did. But at the same time, it was so intoxicating. Sure I’ve kissed men before, but this time it was… Different. Something else was going to happen tonight, with Spencer. But I couldn’t exactly place what it was that was going to happen.

My free hand lifted from its place beside me and went to his head, my fingers getting tangled in his hair. My other hand stayed put on his thigh, my grip slowly hardening on his leg. I tried to be quiet as a moan came from me, but I obviously failed. Spencer moaned right back into my mouth. I suppose I was happy he didn’t have an issue with our volume. Thank God the music was loud enough to drown us out.

When I pulled away from him, I nearly fell into the bar. Thankfully Spencer looked at me, his hand going to my hip to keep me from crashing into the counter. I looked up at him, taking a deep breath to get my head clear. But it was hard when I went back to him, my arms wrapping around his neck as my lips crashed back into his. 

Spencer’s hands moved quickly over my back, resting on my hips, lower back. Anywhere he could reach, he would touch. He turned more to face me, allowing me to stand between his legs. 

“We… We should stop… Before one of us does something we’ll… We’ll regret,” he whispered softly. Spencer pressed his forehead to mine as he spoke. I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling quickly. 

“No… No, we shouldn’t.” I looked up at him, my hands getting knotted up in his hair again. Spencer looked at me, a certain softness on his face. “I think… You… You meet my standards, Spencer.” I blinked at him. 

Spencer quickly looked over at the bartender before fumbling for his wallet. I looked at him, watching him pull out more money than needed and shoving it in the bartender’s hands. He looked back at me, wrapping an arm around my waist and guiding me out. I smiled as Spencer dragged me out of the bar. 

For the first time ever, I was leaving the bar before my friend… And I didn’t care about her. 

Spencer looked back at me as we stepped outside and the semi-cool air of the night felt really good against my hot skin. Inside I almost couldn’t breathe, but outside it felt like it just came to me. It was so… refreshing.

I didn’t realize Spencer had called a taxi till he was pulling me to the vehicle. I looked up at him, blinking slowly as he pulled the car door open. Swallowing down the sudden excitement and fear mixture, I slid into the taxi before him.

 I wasn’t scared because I was having sex for the first time. No, I was scared that I was going home with a strange man. Anything could happen, honestly. What if he was a murderer? 

“Where to?” The taxi driver looked up in the rearview mirror at me and Spencer. I was the quickest to talk, giving him my address before Spencer could give his. 

Spencer glanced at me, watching as I nervously played with the hem of my dress. When I glanced at him, I noticed that he was turned to face me more, whereas I was still, facing the seat in front of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and soft. I moved my head a little too fast as I looked at him. 

“Mm, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ve never done something like this before, that’s all,” I whispered, looking at him as I bit my lower lip. Spencer nodded as he looked at me, watching as I shifted closer to him. 

“We don’t… We don’t have to…” Spencer started but stopped when I maneuvered to straddle his legs. He looked up at me as he carefully rested his hands on my hips. I swallowed roughly as I looked down at him. My hands pressed to his chest to hold myself upright, and my head occasionally hitting the roof of the taxi with every bump we went over.

“I know... I know we don’t have to do anything…” My heart slamming in my chest as I stared at him. I moved my hands from his chest to gently cup his face. His cheeks were stubbly, prickling at the palms of my hands as I held his face. With one final deep breath of air, I pressed my lips to his, this time a lot more passionately than before. 

Spencer pressed his lips down my face, and neck while his hands roamed my body. My hands stayed planted on his face, keeping me in place over his body. I was so into him just… touching me that I didn’t even realize his hand had slipped in the front of my dress. His fingers gently stroking the skin on my inner thigh.

My head fell to the side as he pressed his lips down my neck more before going towards my chest. A huff of air came from my lungs as I pushed my hands through his hair. 

“Uh… We’re, uh… at your destination…” The poor taxi driver spoke from his spot in the front. I moved Spencer’s head away from my body and I looked down at him. 

“You… you pay him.” I stared down at him, feeling a certain embarrassment grow in my stomach, and across my face. Spencer quickly fumbled for his wallet before pulling out more money than necessary and tossing it to the driver. After he shoved his wallet back into his pocket, he wrapped his arms around my waist before exiting the taxi. A squeal came from my mouth as he carried me out of the vehicle and towards my complex. 

“Spencer!” I screamed as my arms wrapped around his neck. A dizzying feeling took me over as a hard bulge pressed between my legs. I almost couldn’t hold back a moan.

 He laughed before putting his lips back on my neck, nipping lightly on the sensitive skin. And I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, almost a whimper. 

“Keys,” Spencer muttered into my neck. I took a deep breath, my chest pressing into his body more. 

“Unlocked,” I gasped as he nipped my neck again. He hummed as he opened the door and entered my home. He put my back down once we were inside, door shut and locked. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall towards my bedroom.

Spencer pushed the door shut and pressed me against it, pressing his lips to mine like I was the last woman on earth. His arms were propped up on either side of my head, blocking me between the door and his body. It’s a good thing I didn’t feel trapped because I otherwise wouldn’t have allowed that to happen.

My breathing picked up when he pressed his hips against me. A pit grew in my stomach, and I couldn’t tell if it was actually anxiety or excitement. I was willing to bet it was both. 

As the anxiety slowly melted away, a new feeling took over. A feeling of want and hunger. It was the type of feeling that could be satisfied by another person, or by my own doing. But, I knew I wanted it from Spencer. I needed it from Spencer. 

“I need to feel something,” I whimpered against his lips as he pinned me against the door, “Please, I need to feel you.” My leg wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to me. I almost couldn’t breathe, my excitement getting the better of me. 

Spencer looked down at me, a hand slowly coming up to my face, resting gently on my cheek. My eyes blinked slowly as he examined my face. I wondered what he was thinking, and if they were good thoughts. I only wondered what he thought because of how he looked at me. His features were soft and gentle like he was a child holding a fluffy, white dandelion. But the way his eyes moved across my face… They were hungry. Unlike his soft facial features, his eyes wanted to destroy everything in sight… 

And I liked it. It should have scared me, right? A man looking at me like he was about to destroy my life… But the way he did it… I liked...

While he kept one hand on my face, his other hand was high on my upper thigh. His thumb carefully moving back and forth on the soft skin. I wonder if he knew how desperate I was beginning to feel. And he only fueled my desperation the further up his hand traveled.  

A sharp gasp fell from my mouth as his hand finally moved against my underwear. His fingers were gentle as they ghosted over me. I wondered if he could feel how aroused I was through my underwear. Probably, it was impossible to hide that…

The way his hands touched me and held me was weird. He was still gentle, but there was a certain hastiness to it that I noticed. Like he was trying to claim something that wasn’t his. 

“Please,” I whimpered as he trailed kisses down my neck. My chest began heaving as he began tracing his finger over my underwear. Okay, now he had to know how desperate I was. Spencer groaned once he pressed his lips back to mine. 

“You’re so wet, Princess,” he whispered as his hand on my face fell to my chin. Another gasp came from me at the pet name. He took the opportunity to pull on my lower lip with his teeth. “I’ve hardly done anything,” he moved his head away from me and smiled, “Hardly touched you at all.” 

I looked up at him, my lower lip pouted out slightly. It was hard to say what his next action was, but I heavily anticipated it. He smiled softly as his thumb pulled down my lower lip. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I yelped when he pushed my underwear to the side, and carefully slipped a finger between my folds. 

Spencer looked down at me with a pleased smile. It was clear to me that he enjoyed my struggle. I placed my hands on his arms to keep myself up. And even though my body was pressed against the door, and I braced myself against him, my knees still wanted to give out.

I’ve never had another person touch me like this before. My previous relationships didn’t last long enough for them to do something like this. And, I’ve never exactly had this feeling before. Well, let me rephrase that, I have felt this feeling before. I’ve never felt this way from another person. I’ve masturbated before, after all I’m lonely, not Catholic. But, the feeling happening because someone else is causing it. 

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” Spencer whispered as he slowly pressed a finger into me. I looked up at him and nodded as I pressed my lips together. “Use your words,” 

“Yes, it feels so good… s’good, Daddy,” I whimpered as I looked at him. I swear I saw the corner of his lips twitched slightly. Did my title for him do to him what it did to me? It was obvious he liked it. 

Spencer stared at me for a moment before harshly pressing his lips back to mine. It felt as if he was taking the breath right from my lungs with everything he was doing. His hand between my legs moved a little faster, my hips grinding down on him in reaction.

“Say it again,” he murmured against my lips. The way he moved his face caused our noses to squish together. My heart was slamming in my chest and I could hear it in my head. It felt like at any moment it’d break out of me. 

I softly yelped when he carefully inserted a second finger in me. His pace quickened slightly and I couldn’t concentrate on anything.  

A tension grew in the pit of my belly, and slowly grew as the seconds ticked by. I wasn’t sure how long I’d make it till the tension cracked. I wondered if Spencer sensed that too.

 I removed my hands from his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him closer to me. It was so hard to hold back the soft whimpers and moans I was feeling getting trapped in my throat. Although, Spencer seemed to enjoy my struggle.

It became more of a struggle the stronger the tension grew. It was close too. 

“Say it again.”

“I’m s’close, Daddy,” I whined, my head involuntarily falling to my shoulder. Spencer looked down at me before moving to press his lips to my neck. His lips attaching to the base of my throat before sucking gently on the sensitive skin. 

Again my body reacted by trying to get closer to him. The closer I got to him, the faster he went. I could tell that he was trying to bring me closer to the edge, to finish the moment. 

“Let go, it’s okay,” Spencer whispered. I swallowed roughly, my head falling forward onto his shoulder before my body slowly fell into his. It was hard not to stay quiet, my sounds getting louder as I finally finished. 

I stayed against his body, trying to recollect my breathing for a moment. Spencer rested a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles on my shoulder. And after I had my moment, I stood back up, leaning against the door behind me.

Spencer looked back at me as he pulled his hand out from my underwear. He looked down at his hand, more specifically the two fingers he just had in me. I nearly lost my balance again when he put those exact fingers in his mouth. And it didn’t help at all when he moaned. 

“You did so good, Princess.” He looked at me with a soft smile. Part of me was worried that was all we were going to do. Sure it was nice, but that was that the end of it? 

He cupped my face again before pressing his lips back to mine. His arms were wrapped around my body before he led me towards my bed. But I didn’t realize we were going to my bed till the edge of it hit the back of my knees.

A breath of air was knocked from my lungs the second my back collided with my bed. I looked up at Spencer, watching as he fought to take his jacket off. But when he finally did get it off, he was back over my body, his lips on mine while his hands roamed my body. My fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and his hands were pushing up my dress. His touch was like wildfire across my body, and it felt near impossible to breathe.

“Please, Spencer,” I whimpered as his lips reattached to my neck. My eyes fluttered shut as he gently sucked a spot on the base of my neck. His hands pushed the top of my dress down, making it sit around my hips.

"Tell me what you want, Princess," he spoke against my skin.

"You… I just need you…" 

It was really… strange. I had just met him not more than 2 hours ago… and I couldn't get enough of him. Even though I knew this would be the only time I'd ever see him, I never wanted the moment to end. I needed him more than I needed air, it felt like. I needed the night to last as long as possible.

Spencer looked down at me for a moment before getting off the bed. I had to hold back my laughter as he struggled to take his pants off. And after throwing his shirt to the ground, he was back over me, his body between my legs. My chest tightened, and at the same time, my heart sped. 

I tried not looking further than his neck. But it was so hard. Did I want to see what he looked like before anything happened? Or would it make me want to back out? 

I shouldn’t look...

“Will it hurt?” I brought my eyes to look up at him. I wasn’t exactly scared. I was more worried about it hurting than anything else, I think. I wanted this.

“Maybe for a moment, but not too long,” he whispered as he brushed his thumb over my cheekbone, “If it hurts too much we can stop… But you have to tell me,” he spoke so softly. 

“I can do that,” I whispered, keeping his eyes on him. My arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed a soft, yet passionate kiss to my lips. His hips slowly started to lower towards my sex. That was when my breathing picked up, and my chest heaved slightly.

“It’s okay, you’re doing such a great job,” he whispered against my lips, “I got you.”

A soft wince came from my mouth when he carefully entered me. My fingers knotted in his hair, gently tugging it as he slowly kept going. I struggled to take a deep breath. My head fell back and my lips opened.

“Spencer,” I whined, finally allowing air to enter my lungs, “You’re so big,” I moaned as I pressed my head into my pillow. One of my arms fell from his body and landed on the bedding beside me. My hand gripped the bedding. 

“You’re doing a great job, Princess,” Spencer whispered as he grasped my hand and held it. I looked up at him and nodded lightly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” I whispered and stared at him. After a moment, he carefully moved his hips, and soon after fell into a steady rhythm. 

“Please… Please don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” I gasped. I slowly ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders before wrapping my arms around his neck. Spencer looked down at me, his eyes half-closed as he stared. “It feels so good,” I whimpered as he started to slowly move his hips. 

My legs tensed for a moment when he bottomed out in me, and I could feel the wind being knocked out of me. Spencer looked down at me as he brought a hand to rest on my cheek.

Spencer grabbed my hand and moved it to rest against my belly. An unfamiliar bump hit my hand through my stomach and caused me to gasp and look up at him. Spencer smiled and nodded lightly.

“Do you feel how deep I am?” he whispered softly.

“You… You’re…” I took a deep breath as I stared at him. He pressed his lips back to mine. His movements hastened and he pulled his hand away from mine, moving it between us and to where our bodies met. A small whimper fell from my mouth, again, as he began rubbing a finger on the already sensitive bundle of nerves. “Daddy,” I whined as his hips quickened for a moment before faltering.

I cried out as an unfamiliar warmth spread throughout my body. Spencer moaned into my ear. My legs were wrapped around him, clinging to him as he rode out our highs together. And, as I came, I couldn’t help but moan out his name.

My chest was heaving as my breathing tried to catch up with the extreme movements I was just doing. I couldn’t move my legs off him. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me just yet.

“Don’t move…” I gasped, looking up at him, “Please, Daddy… stay inside me…” I cried as he began moving away from me. My hands gripped his arms, holding him above me. Spencer looked down at me, his eyes glued to the way I squirmed beneath him. There was such an intense gaze in his eyes as he looked at me, I wasn’t sure what to do. 

He lifted his hands and rested them on my cheeks. The way he held himself over me without actually crushing me was impressive. What was even more impressive was how he carefully pressed his hips back to mine.  

“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispered, brushing the apple of my cheek with his thumb. I stared at him, my chest quickly rising, only to fall just as fast. It felt hard to breathe, my body still feeling full with him. “You did such a good job, Princess,” he pressed his forehead to mine.

I didn’t even realize I was crying till Spencer’s thumb moved across my cheekbone. I looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered as he kept his eyes on my face.

“I’m good. I’m okay. I promise.” I wrinkled my nose and nodded. Spencer smiled softly and returned the nod. “I’m-I don’t know why I’m crying,” I laughed lightly before sniffling my nose, “I’m sorry.”

“Sex can be an emotional thing for some people. And since this was your first time, it was an emotional experience. You’re okay. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Spencer reassured. I stared at him and nodded, agreeing with what he said. “I’m going to get you water and a wipe or something.”

“Uhm… Yeah that’s okay… I guess. Bathroom is over there. I should have a cup in there. And there should be paper towels too.” I nodded as I gestured towards the bathroom. Spencer pecked my lips one last time before pulling away from me and leaving the bed.

‘It’s just a one-night stand,’ I kept telling myself just so I wouldn’t forget what this really was. And, in the morning, I’d never see him again.

{***}{***}{***}

My body jerked slightly when I woke up. An arm was wrapped around my middle, and the body that was connected to the arm was close to mine. Her head was resting on my chest, her ear right over my heart. She, and like my surroundings, were unfamiliar. 

“Crap,” I whispered, looking down at the girl and her sleeping form. She hummed as she nuzzled her head more into my chest. I pulled on my lower lips as I carefully pulled her arm off mine. I had to be quick as I slipped out of the bed.

Usually, I wasn’t the type to just sleep with someone and then leave them the next day. To have a one-night stand, if you will. If today wasn’t the sort of day it was, I’d stay with this girl till she woke. But I had to leave to get ready for a new semester at the college. 

I quickly grabbed my shirt and pants, throwing them on my body as I quietly and quickly left her apartment. My feet dragged quietly across the ground as I got closer to the front door. I pulled the door open at just the right time. Or maybe it was a bad time.

A young woman was standing with a carrier filled with coffee cups, her fist was lifted like she was about to knock. Our eyes locked before hers carefully looked down my body, lingering in spots that made me very aware. 

“Holy shit,” she stared at me with wide eyes, “She wasn’t joking when she said she likes older men,” she stated, the shock in her tone was so apparent that it left me in shock. It was her friend from last night.

“I-I’m sorry.” I looked at her with furrowed brows.

“You’re old enough to be her father,” she spoke before pushing past me. I turned as she entered the apartment. “She’s got balls of steel to fuck a guy like you,” she spoke as she set the carrier on the coffee table, “But, I’m happy she did… Hope her first time was good,” she chuckled before winking at me.

“I-I have to go,” I nodded before leaving. I pulled the door shut. I tried not to linger in front of her home for too long. She’d probably be awake soon, and I really didn’t want to stick behind. 

I kept my head low as I ventured on my walk of shame to the closest coffee shop. And then, from the coffee shop, I’d get a taxi to return home… To return to my home.

The second anyone finds out I had a one-night stand, I’m dead. I’m leaving. I could only hope it stayed between me and those two girls. 

{***}{***}{***}

I looked over at my coworker and nodded, only half paying attention to what they were saying. Which, in turn, made me feel bad. This morning is not my morning and there were only so many reasons why.

Then I looked across the grounds, looking at all the new and familiar faces returning for a new semester of classes. My eyes landed on a familiar girl walking beside a friend. She was laughing and smiling at whatever her friend said.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I stared at the girl. Then she looked up and saw me. An embarrassed look grew across her face as her gaze fell from mine. I kept my eyes on the girl across the campus for a moment longer, long enough to notice that the friend she was with had spilled coffee over her shirt.

“I have to go…” I grimaced as I looked at my colleague. They looked back at me before slowly nodded. I kept my head low as I walked back towards the building and towards my lecture hall. 

Thankfully I was the first and only person in the room. Enough time to prepare over everything. To free my mind of… of her and what we had done last night. But oh dear God, it was so hard. 

I thought I had a lot of time on my hands, seeing as the class didn’t start for 5 more minutes. I thought it was bad when I saw her across the campus. Then she entered my lecture hall, clearing her throat to get my attention. 

She introduced herself like I had no idea who I was. As if this was the first time we ever met. Maybe she forgot? But she definitely wasn’t drunk enough to forget. I wouldn’t have taken advantage of someone wasted as Luke or Derek would say. She was lucid, I know that much. Hell, she was able to give the taxi driver her address. 

“Spencer… Reid… Professor Reid is fine... Reid... Doctor Reid. I'll-I’ll answer to pretty much anything,” I rambled, feeling as if I couldn’t stop myself from talking. She looked at me with a knowing smile, and I wondered if she thought ‘Oh, I know you’ll answer to anything… Daddy,’ That’s probably a bad thing to think, right?

“Oh! It’s wonderful meeting you, Professor Reid,” she kept talking as if she didn’t know who I was. 

“Pleasure meeting… Meeting you too,” I paused with a forced smile at her, “Can’t wait to have you in my class.” I stared at her. The way she stared at me confirmed that she was pretending that she didn’t know me. I thanked God or whatever other Deity was out there that she was pretending. I don’t think I would have been able to survive if she acted like we knew each other. 

“Can’t wait to be in your class.” She nodded at me before going to the first seat in the front row. I stared at her for a prolonged moment, noting the way she crossed her legs at her ankle, and looked down at her notes. She held her pen between her thumb and forefinger, the end of it just barely between her lips. I couldn’t stop hating on myself for just leaving her this morning.

 Then I noticed she was staring back at me. She had a smug smile on her lips as she looked at me. It felt as if she was reading my mind as if she knew every thought that had passed my mind from the moment she entered my lecture hall.

‘Shit,’ I thought as the memories of last night forced themselves to the front of my head. All the things I said to her last night stood in the spotlight. The idiot part of me that said the stuff about impregnating her and how she kept calling me daddy stood out loud and clear. I broke this poor girl, and it was too late. And the worst part about it is… I’d do it again if I had the chance.

 My pants tightened and my face grew hot. How the fuck was I supposed to get through the day? Let alone this semester?! That’s the thing I wasn’t supposed to do. 

I was happy when the end of the class came. Everyone stayed in the room for a moment, bantering with each other for a moment before leaving.

I kept my eyes, and head, low as all the students filed out of the room. A few people stayed around to ask me their questions, or give me their comments. It was until the last standing student had exited the room did I realize someone was still at her desk. 

“Is there something-” ‘I can help you with,’

“Why’d you leave this morning?” she asked, standing up from her spot. I looked up and away from the paperwork I was “working” on. Swallowing down my own pride and unnecessary fears, I stood. My fingertips resting on top of my desk. “Woulda made you coffee… Breakfast even…” she whispered with a shrug. 

“Right…”

“You were hoping I was so drunk I forgot who you were, right? That’s what it is?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting together as she spoke. I watched as she stepped around her desk and approached my own. “I thought… I don’t know what it’s like the morning after… But if that’s what it is… Then I don’t want it,” she scoffed as she stared at me. I didn’t mean to hurt her as much as I did. But it was already too late, and the damage was done. 

“That’s not what it’s like. I promise,” I whispered as I looked at her. I wasn’t prepared to make up excuses and lies as to why I just left. But I also don’t think she’d believe my truth either. 

“Then why did you leave,” she ask-No, she begged. Begged me for the truth. 

“I-I, uh, I had to leave because of this. I needed to get ready for this class,” I tapped down on the hard surface of my desk. Her eyes dropped down to the desktop. I could see the range of emotions on her face as she looked at all the papers scattered on my desk. Maybe she would believe me. Again, I don’t think I would have been able to come up with a believable lie.

“You could have woken me up, still… I seriously would have made you coffee,” she muttered before shrugging, again. 

“Next time then,” I swallowed roughly as I stared at her. Her eyes shot up from the desk and landed right on my face. I could tell she was trying to keep her sudden excitement hidden. But I knew she was excited because of the way the corner of her lip twitched up slightly, and the way she shifted her stance, and the way her grip on her books changed, and all the other things I could list off but won’t.

“Next time?” It was obvious she struggled to keep her voice low.  

“I mean, never say never, right?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets. She looked at me with a smile as she hugged her books closer to her chest.

“Right… Never say never,” she whispered as she looked back down at the desk, “It was nice meeting you, Professor Reid,” she paused before looking up at me, a smug smile back on her lips, “And, it was nice seeing you again, Spencer,” she winked at me before walking out of my lecture hall. I swallowed roughly, staring at the space she once occupied. 

Fuck.

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A Brief Glimpse - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: there’s nothing like the rumors that students can come up with about their favorite teachers. especially when one of them is adamant on keeping her private life, well, private. 

Warnings: brief mentions of meals, one curse word but that’s it

A/N: a purely self-indulgent, fluffy fic inspired by this ask from kendall ( @lupinsclassroom ) who said that if i taught at hogwarts, i’d be the COMC professor! and i love me some good charlie content. this is also kind of a different style that i’m used to, i hope you guys like it! x

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The top three favorite professors at Hogwarts were as follows: Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Longbottom, and Professor L/N. 

While most students would argue that Professor L/N could potentially overtake Professor Longbottom on that list, there was just so much they didn’t know about her. She was practically the perfect professor; she loved what she taught (Care of Magical Creatures), she was considerate and understanding with students who were struggling with the subject, and her office doors were always open to anyone who wanted to chat. 

Still, she kept her personal life very private and of course, the more she refused to answer their prying questions, the more intrigued the students became. All they knew was that she was one of the top students of her year, she was a Ravenclaw, and she fought at the Battle of Hogwarts years prior. 

There were many rumors going around the student body of Hogwarts about who Y/N L/N was. The most popular ones were that she was actually Headmistress McGonagall’s secret daughter, because of how close the two seemed to be. In reality, Y/N was just one of Minnie’s favorite students. The headmistress often joked how she should’ve been in her house instead of Filius’. 

Meanwhile, Neville was always open with the students, answering whatever questions they had for him, as long as they weren’t crossing the line between professional and personal. They often loved to ask him questions about his friendship with the Golden Trio or his stories of the war. 

“They’re getting more creative with the questions they ask me,” he shook his head, smiling slightly one dinner, “They’re trying to see if I’ll slip up and mention anything juicy about you.”

Y/N laughed slightly, eyes glimmering, “What sort of questions have they come up with now?” 

“Today Chapman asked me if I’d ever spent the holidays with other professors around my age,” Neville mused, “Or if Hannah was ever jealous that I was working with a girl so close to my age.”  

“Oh please, Longbottom,” Minerva tutted, and the two younger professors turned their heads in her direction, “At least your questions still have some sort of delicacy. Griffiths has actually asked me, point blank, if Y/N’s spent her summers with me.” 

The collective guffaw of the professors at the head table caused the majority of the student body to shift their attention to them. Of course, the authoritative looks that they sent at the house tables were able to convince them to get back to their own conversations, but now the Great Hall was abuzz with trying to figure out what made the professors laugh so loud. 

“I wonder when they’ll stop trying,” Y/N mused as the crowd of students began to slowly shuffle out of the Hall.

“Don’t count on it, L/N,” Minerva smirked. 

–

“Professor L/N?” a meek voice sounded from the door to Y/N’s office on Wednesday afternoon. 

The middle of the week was rather free for her, therefore she used it to catch up on grading and, if she had time, a little light reading. This afternoon, though, she was in the middle of writing an important letter. 

Her owl, Athena, perched at the edge of her desk and her scrutinizing eyes darted towards the fourth year Hufflepuff who stood by the door. Eloise Abbott, a shy young thing with a penchant for Care of Magical Creatures and one of Y/N’s best students, sent the intimidating owl an uneasy glance.

“Come on in, Eloise,” Y/N smiled as she slipped the ink and parchment she was using into one of the empty drawers of her table, “Don’t mind Athena, she’s just impatient to get this letter out.” 

The young girl shuffled towards the professor as Y/N asked, “Is there anything you needed?” 

“Erm, I was just wondering if you could check my Defense paper,” she mumbled, pulling out a parchment from her school bag, “It’s on Grindylows and other creatures we could encounter in the Forbidden Forest, and I know it’s not really part of your syllabus, but I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get anything very wrong.” 

Y/N smiled and held her hand out for Eloise to place the essay. It was silent as she read over what was written, that silence only broken when Athena let out soft hoots or ruffled her feathers. 

“Erm, professor,” muttered Eloise after a while, Y/N’s eyes glanced up from the parchment, “I don’t mean to pry, but why does your owl want so badly for you to finish that letter?” 

A soft chuckle came from Y/N’s mouth before she answered, “She just loves the person I’m writing to, and I honestly think she would rather be in his care than mine. Even if it were just for a few nights.” 

“But you’re wonderful with animals!”

“And he is too, I assure you. Maybe even more so than me.” 

Eloise nodded her head slowly, and Y/N could see the gears turning in her head. It perplexed the young student, who could ever be better with animals than her professor? She knew it couldn’t have been Hagrid, as he still lived on the grounds and Athena could visit him any time she wished. 

Maybe her favorite professor was friends with the Scamander family. Rolf Scamander definitely had ties to Hogwarts and seemed about her age. 

Before her thoughts could go any further with hypothesizing, Professor L/N handed her essay back, “It looks great, Eloise. I have no doubt you’ll get high marks on this essay.” 

Eloise could spot a professor’s dismissal anywhere, so she merely nodded as she took the parchment back. As she hurried out the room, she expressed her gratitude over her shoulder, catching Y/N pull out the letter she was writing with a soft smile on her face. 

–

The end of the school week came with a surprise visitor to the castle. The students could not stop discussing the presence of a dragon tamer on the school grounds. He had arrived later in the morning, trudging up the pathway from Hogsmeade and making his rounds around the school.

Headmistress McGonagall greeted him at the gates with a smile and a hug before she took his arm and the two of them had tea in her office. Of course, as the students weren’t used to seeing an adult that wasn’t the faculty or the staff in the castle, his presence sparked many conversations.  

“I saw him knock on Hagrid’s door!” said Neil Chapman to anyone who would listen to him at lunch, “He had some burn scars all over his arms and really bright red hair. He seemed really cool.” 

It was as if the whole Gryffindor table was gathered around him as he told and retold how Hagrid’s booming voice announced that Hogwarts’ resident dragon tamer was back. Rumors floated around the school for the rest of the day, each student having something to say about the mysterious man. 

“He’s gorgeous though, isn’t he?” sighed Daphne Griffiths, as she and her best friend roamed the hallways on the way to their next class, “All rugged and handsome. I caught sight of him walking towards the quidditch pitch after Transfiguration.” 

All the professors had to stop themselves from full-on grinning at the different things they had heard about Charlie Weasley gallivanting around the grounds, but none of them as amused as Professor L/N. 

“Hurry along then!” 

Y/N stood next to a small paddock at the edge of the forest, next to its open gate. At the center of it, a cluster of fluffy creatures rolled around and play fought with each other. 

“Alright class,” she clapped her hands together, “We’re having a little bit more of a relaxed class to end the week. A crup of one of the Hogsmeade villagers just gave birth about a month ago and her owner’s graciously allowed us to spend an afternoon with the puppies.”

The second year students cooed at the litter of small dog-like creatures with two tails. As soon as she finished her sentence, the group of them rushed to get inside the paddock, each one wanting a turn with the small puppy-like things. Once all the students were inside, she shut the gate and joined them as they congregated around the tiny crups. 

Y/N was grateful that her last class of the week was with younger students. They were much easier to please and sometimes more eager to learn. Of course, almost anyone would be enamoured by the litter of puppies running around.

With her wand pointed at her jugular, she began the small spiel she had prepared for the lesson, “Now, as most of you might know, crups are basically magical dogs…” 

Most students weren’t really paying any attention to her little lecture, but she told herself that at least she tried. She understood the need to coo over cute little puppies, she could let it slide just this once. 

From where she stood towards the other end of the paddock from the gate, she had a panoramic view of the class, just in case anything happened. She doubted anything would, but at least that way she could keep everyone in sight. 

“Of all the magical creatures in the world, you chose to teach about crups?” 

A strong voice rang through the open space and caused many of the students to turn their heads at the sound. Somehow, Charlie Weasley had made it to the gate of the paddock without Y/N noticing. Upon seeing the redheaded dragon tamer so close to them, murmurs spread among the young students.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking in the sight of him with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face. 

“Oh wipe that smile off your face, Weasley, you try teaching these kids all week,” she replied, raising her voice slightly so that he could hear what she had said. 

“I guess they are quite adorable,” he caved, leaning his forearms against the paddock and seeming as if he was going to observe them their whole class. 

The students observed their playful and easy banter, in awe that their professor knew the ever mysterious man. 

As her wards were still distracted by him, she said, “Pay him no mind class, he’s harmless. The crup puppies need your undivided attention!” 

As soon as the prying eyes were off of him, Charlie sent Y/N a cheeky wink. She couldn’t stop a smile from growing on her face at the gesture, but she shook her head to indicate that they could talk after her class was over. 

“Professor L/N?” a young girl walked up to her, sending a furtive glance over her shoulder to where her friends were gathered. 

The group of them gestured to her to carry on and Y/N’s eyes lit with amusement, “What’s up?” 

“I-er, we wanted to know how you know the dragon tamer guy? The other professors haven’t said much about him when asked.” 

The young student fidgeted nervously, picking at the hem of her sweater as she glanced up at Y/N. Despite being in the rather early years of her journey at Hogwarts, she knew that Professor L/N enjoyed her privacy. She didn’t want to overstep. 

Y/N sensed this apprehension and gave her a soft smile, “We were in the same year at Hogwarts. He was a Gryffindor and I was a Ravenclaw, but we managed to have a few common classes.” 

“Cool!” 

Before anything else could be said, the girl scurried off to meet her friends with the small tidbit of information she was able to gather from the otherwise close-lipped professor. 

Thankfully, the rest of the hour passed by rather quickly. 

As soon as the bell rang, it was obvious to Y/N that the students were stalling. She had dismissed them fairly quickly and had already begun her process of cleaning up. Meanwhile, the majority of the class was still situated inside the paddock, shuffling around in groups. 

Inwardly, she sighed, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it, it was the end of the school week and they were free to roam (or stay) in any part of the grounds and the castle they wanted. 

Inevitably, Charlie had gotten impatient waiting for them to clear out. Instead, he strode confidently through the gate and towards where Y/N was directing the puppies to stay. 

“Charlie? What are you–”

The remaining students, who had been not-so slyly watching the redhead stride through the paddock, all collectively gasped as he pressed his lips firmly on their professor’s. 

Y/N began to weakly protest, the logical side of her brain screaming at her that this was definitely unprofessional, but the emotional side took over as she was surrounded by the scent and the presence of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend whom she hadn’t seen in months and made a special trip to Hogwarts just to see her in her element. 

Thankfully, Charlie pulled away fairly quickly, his arms still firmly wrapped around her body, a dopey smile on his face. 

Once Y/N gained her bearings, she slapped his chest, “Charles Weasley!” 

“What?” he grinned. 

“You’ve just kissed me in front of my students!” 

–

Despite the–shall we say scandalous?–first encounter between the couple, the rest of the afternoon was quite lovely. Y/N showed him all of the creatures under her care and in the section of the forest that was relatively safe. They also borrowed some old brooms from the shed and raced each other out on the pitch until their cheeks were painful from laughter and their noses were red from the cold. 

By the time dinner rolled around, of course the whole student body was aware of what transpired between the handsome dragon tamer and their favorite Care of Magical Creatures professor. 

This was the first piece of juicy information that they had gotten on Professor L/N, and while they were highly amused at what had happened, they were also not surprised that she was dating someone who worked with dragons on a daily basis. 

They also couldn’t deny the fact that she practically lit up in his presence. They had never seen her so at peace and so happy as when she was with Charlie. Anyone with eyes could tell that the pair of them were in love. 

Minerva had also graciously allowed Charlie to sit at the Head Table with the rest of the faculty at dinner, which caused quite the stir. 

Practically all sets of eyes were trained towards the couple as they ate their dinner fairly normally. 

“You two seem to be the talk of the whole school,” the headmistress teased. 

Charlie sent his favorite teacher a shit-eating grin, “Must be my dashing looks that’s got them all interested.” 

“Please, Weasley,” Y/N tutted, “They’ve just gotten a huge piece of information about me. This is basically their Christmas.” 

“Maybe they’ll finally stop hounding me with insane questions now!” Neville chirped happily, and the table erupted in laughter. 

–

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Charlie taglist: @pinkypurplemagic​

[starlightshadowsworld]

Makoto comes to class 77 with stories of his classmates and they get increasingly more concerned for him with each story lol

Thing is Makoto probably doesn't realise he's at times being used as a doormat and everyone's just pack adopted him, he's the baby of the group and are like... Respectfully, what the fuck.

Mahiru:... And they made you wait outside the sauna?

Makoto: I mean it wasn't that long, someone had to carry the towels and wait outside.

Hiyoko: Not really, no offence but your almost as much as a doormat as Mikan.

Mikan: Hey!... That's not nice.

Makoto: I'm not a doormat.

Twogami: What's in your bag Makoto?

Makoto: Oh erm just some homework.

Twogami: But you said you didn't get any today, correct?

Makoto:... Its not mine. But its not what you think! Sayaka asked me to help her with some of hers that's all.

Mahiru: Than why is it in your bag?

Makoto: I was looking after it for her?

Nagito: Oh little Hajime you have much to learn, your a terrible liar.

Makoto:... She got busy with her group and asked me to cover for her.

Nagito: And its not a recent thing is it?

Makoto: No but I was just helping her out.

Nekomaru: And that's very noble of you but ones school work comes before extra curricular activities, and other commitments. She knew that when she came here.

Ibuki: Like Ibuki, no practice if no homework done.

Makoto: I suppose but I couldn't say no.

Fuyuhiko: Why not? No is a full sentence.

Makoto: I don't wanna upset her.

Hajime: Does this happen a lot? You do things for others because you feel bad and feel guilt tripped into it?

Makoto: No of course not!

Nagito: He's lieing

Hiyoko: Yeah we got that. You really are a terrible liar.

Makoto: Sorry...

Mahiru: You really gotta stand up for yourself more. Is that all?

Makoto: Not really just this one time that they all went to a theme park and forgot to invite me. But it was completly accidental and they felt really bad about it.

Akane:... Nagito?

Nagito: He's not lying but I wish he was.

[starry-blue-echoes]

GAME FOUR MADDAFAWKERS from you know who ;) the fanfic author

Jotaro stays at the cornucopia??? for resources??? hunny get yo ass outta there

Avdol and Joseph fight for a bag and Joseph gets the bag les gooo

OKUYASU REPEATEDLY STABS ERMES WITH SAIS WTFFF

JOSUKE FINDS A BAG OF EXPLOSIVES TOO

KOICHI THEN STEALS A MACE FROM CAESAR WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE MORIOH BOYS

Abbacchio breaks Jolyne's nose for some bread in classic Abbacchio fashion

Kakyoin grabs an empty back pack lul

Mista and Anasui fight for a bag and the Mista gives up like. Bro you coulda just grabbed him by the hair and fucking throw him. anyway

Emporio and Abbacchio go hunting for other tributes. Unlikely pair but ok

Caesar and Avdol work together :>

Mista goes hunting for people as well as like- 8 other people in groups of their own

Polnareff tries to run away from Weather Report but sprains his ankle like a dumbass

Bucciarati picks flowers <3

Both Speedwagon and Rohan make slingshots like. What do you do with those things anyway

Joseph, Mista, and Speedwagon sing songs together. Tbh I can see this

Anasui lets Weather Report into his shelter >:) keeping with canon relationships I see

Foof and Oku huddle for warmth. besties tbh

Rohan...lets Koichi into his shelter...we're thinking of the same scene right

Emporio destroys Avdol's stuff like the small child he is

Jotaro cries himself to sleep the hell

Giorno then tries to sing himself to sleep? these mfs sad as hell

Naranchia Kills Josuke and Joseph like how. 6'5" god killing machine and idfk- Josuke the hand fetish defeater

Ok so like we got Koichi, Mista, Rohan, and Okuyasu raiding Bucciarati's camp while he's hunting and Caesar, Anasui, Polnareff, and Jonathan raid Giorno's camp while Giorno is hunting. Street rat Aladdin ass behavior you guys have

Kakyoin questions his sanity as one does

AVDOL SPEARS SPEEDWAGON IN THE ABDOMEN

EMPORIO SOMEHOW PUSHES JOTARO OFF A CLIFF WHILE THEY'RE HAVING A KNIFE FIGHT

AND ABBACCHIO SLICES WEATHER UP WITH A SWORD

Ok so the arena event that happens is everyone having hallucinations???? They must've put that good stuff in the ventilation system iykyk

Mista and Foof eat scorpions thinking they're deserts

Anasui hugs a tracker jacket nest bc he thought it was a fucking pillow. like ok.

Rohan drowns Jonathan because he thought that mf was a shark lmao

Jolyne does the same to Abbacchio

Bucciarati jump down the rabbit hole to wonderland but it's a bunch of fucking rocks y'all wtf

Kakyoin thought Koichi was a bear and killed him like???? he's so short tho????

OKUYASU GETS AN EXPLOSIVE

Jolyne can't start a fire lol

Emporio, Jolyne, Rohan, and Naranchia go out man hunting as one does

Okuyasu runs away from Avdol. It doesn't even mention why like. why u runnin

Jolyne stays awake all night. iykyk

Rohan, Avdol, and Okuyasu sing songs together. Nah, more like Rohan tries to shut them up with his grumpy ass

Polnareff tries to sleep thru the entire day bruh

EMPRIO TRACKS DOWN AND KILLS ROHAN WHAT

Caesar sprains his ankle trying to run away from Giorno. He's scared of the Italian youth of today

Kakyoin eats toxic berries bc why wouldn't he. Bet they looked like cherries

AVDOL KILLS OKUYASU FOR HIS SUPPLIES

Jolyne gets an explosive. tbh I'm just used to it by now

Naranchia goes spear fishing for a trident like hunny no. You can't do that you're gonna stab your toe or something

Avdol starts a fire...yk..."Magician's Red!" type beat he's on

Giorno passes out from exhaustion bc of course

Ok so during the feast Polnareff AMBUSHES Caesar and KILLS HIM. Not very honorable of you Polnareff

aND THEN JOLYNE COMMITS SELF MURDER BC SHE CAN'T HANDLE THE CIRCUMSTANCES APPARENTLY

GIORNO CONVINCES AVDOL TO NOT KILL HIM BUT THEN HE KILLS AVDOL IN RETURN GAHDAM

Emporio then receives an explosive...and later down the line Naranchia steps on a land mine...do you think these two events are related

GIRONO STRANGLES POLNAREFF WITH A ROPE

then Emporio dies of thirst for no goddamned reason. Game just wants it to be over with at this point tbh

Woohoo Giorno won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he got two kills like a lot of other people tbh

jrgnjerbgjvetbgjdfd

Incredible

but also now I have the mental image of Koichi just. Wearing bear suit but he's still tiny-

[whosscruffylooking]

Bad Bounty Chapter One: Reunion

Sergeant Hunter x Fem! Bounty Hunter

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Maybe mutual pining? Nothing too gross.

A/N: hunter was already attractive in season 7, but i managed to suppress my feelings for an ANIMATED character. alas, the bad batch has cursed me and i have finally accepted that he is my latest comfort character.

“You hold onto friends by keeping your heart a little softer than your head.”

“Clone Force 99. Welcome back, ” Commander Cody extends a hand to Hunter who firmly shakes it.

“Apologies for showing up late, we-”

“Got stuck handling some unexpected complications during a mission. I understand Sergeant Hunter,” Cody winks.

“What have you got for us this time Commander?” Crosshair mumbles, twisting his toothpick around between his teeth.

“This one is going to be a bit different boys. It’s not exactly…sanctioned by the GAR. Let’s call it a favor for an old friend of mine.”

Crosshair straightens up, suspicious of Cody’s statement, “We may bend the rules from time to time, but we don’t do favors.”

“This is an efficient mission that ultimately will aid us in the war, provide you some easy target practice…and helps me relieve an old debt I have to pay.”

“Is there a reason you can’t do this yourself?” Hunter questions.

“We’ve been called into battle. Besides, this separatist encampment is one we have failed to infiltrate time and time again,” Cody responds.

Hunter shifts, struggling to comprehend where this is going, “What does attacking a separatist encampment have to do with repaying a debt?”

“There is a Senator stationed on Drahgor III…a corrupt senator at that. One who has a significant bounty on his head. My dear old friend is a bounty hunter I met on Ord Mantell. Your job will be to take out the clankers and retrieve any data you can from the main database. Meanwhile, my bounty hunter friend will secure the bounty and you’ll go your separate ways.”

“Who is this Bounty Hunter?” Crosshair inquires.

“Glad you asked,” Cody exclaims, “Y/N!”

The clone troopers twirl around to see you approaching them. Your manner is conservative yet confident. One thing you have become an expert at is never striving for attention. Instead, your presence demands it.

You nod at the troopers, “Clone Force 99, it is a pleasure to be working with you.”

Surveying the team, your eyes first fall on Crosshair. His distrusting look reaffirms the defense you raised long before wandering onto the landing platform.

Gotta keep an eye on that one.

Next, you glance over to Wrecker. A massive lug of a man, but he has the noticeable demeanor of a gentle giant. Something about him reminds you of a plush toy you once owned as a child.

Tech catches your attention next. He is clearly the intuitive one. He will either be a pain to deal with, or a beneficial asset.

At last, your eyes meet Hunter’s. Such a tiny gesture of nothingness feels like you’ve just been thrust into a timeless world of something far more significant. You quickly dismiss your gaze, but soon find your eyes wandering back to him. His eyes are already on you.

Tech quickly picks up on your silent interaction and nudges Hunter to break him of his trance. Hunter quickly snaps out of it and clears his throat. He is dumbstruck by his response. His heart beats recklessly.

Taking note of his counterpart’s vitals, Tech is left unsettled by the quickening of Hunter’s heart rate. “Hunter, I need you to focus on your breathing. Your heart rate is abnormally high.”

Setting your sight once more on the rugged clone trooper, you catch the ever-changing hue of his cheek…the one that isn’t covered in dark ink. A hint of red paints his untouched skin.

He clears his throat, “Erm-thank you for alerting me Tech. I’ll be aboard the ship.”

Cody shrugs his shoulders at you, “I guess you’ll brief them on the ship. Have a safe trip.”

“Thank you Cody, ” you clap him on the shoulder and follow the rogue crews lead onto their ship.

++++

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

“Where are we going to go? We need somewhere we can set up camp that isn’t easily tracked, ” Echo declares.

“There is one place I can think of, but I’m not sure that Hunter will be a fan of the location, ” Tech announces apprehensively.

Hunter lets out a groan and tightens his fist.

Wrecker laughs, “Hunter doesn’t like this idea! Which means I like it even more!”

Glaring at Wrecker, Hunter abruptly stands and stomps off into the cockpit.

“Where is it?” Echo inquires. He leans in, intrigued by the atmosphere that has suddenly befallen the Marauder.

“Let’s just say…we’d have to get help from an old friend.”

“Ha! An old friend!?” Wrecker blurts out, “Try an old fla-”

“That’s enough, ” Hunter commands, having regained his composure, “We will attempt to make contact this evening and if we have no response by the morning, we will seek out other options.”

++++

All night Hunter stayed up, much to the dismay of his crewmates, awaiting an incoming communication. His mind told him that it would never come through; his heart made him believe…or at least hope otherwise.

He stretches his arms into the air, releasing a hardy yawn. Tech enters the cockpit, “Anything?”

“Nothing, ” Hunter responds with a hint of despair clouding his words.

Just then, a muffled echo transmits through the comms unit. Hunter nearly falls out of the captain’s chair as he scrambles to the commlink.

“This is Phoenix 178095 trying to contact Clone Force 99. I repeat, this is Phoenix 1780-“

“Copy Phoenix 178095, this is Clone Force 99,” Hunter announces almost frantically.

The only response is silence…until, “Hunter? Hunter, is that you?”

The rugged clones grasp on the comlink tightens, and he touches it to his forehead. His eyes are locked shut, his breath unsteady.

“Yes. It’s me.”

You hear his guttural voice and suddenly, your memories which you’ve strived to suppress come flooding back, knocking the wind out of you.

Attempting to swallow the lump that insists on crowding your throat, you press down the transmitter button, but fail to express your thoughts.

“What?” A menacing voice echoes out, “Lothcat got your tongue?”

You chuckle, pressing the comlink to your forehead, “well if it isn’t my favorite piston head.” Piston head, a nickname you have used to refer to Crosshair for as long as you can remember. You find it fitting because term is in reference to a droid, similar to the droid-like manner in which Crosshair carries himself.

“So!” Shouts a third, brooding and somewhat childish voice, “Are we bunking with you or what?”

“Yes Wrecker, you are more than welcome to stay here.”

“Thank you, ” Hunter softly says into the comm’s mic. His voice still brings warmth to your soul, although the communicator slightly alters it.

“Get here safely.”

“Always do.”

“I know, ” you affirm and disconnect the commlink.

Looking around at the empty room, which mere seconds ago was filled with the sound of your closest friends’ voices, you feel once again plagued by loneliness.

It has been nearly three years since you last spoke to them. Choosing to once again shove your feelings down deep inside you, rather than let the pain consume you, you prepare for their arrival.

++++

“Maybe one day we will meet again, when all of this is over. Perhaps then we will have the freedom to say all that we have long held in, ” you exhaust yourself in the effort to fight back the words that are bottled up inside of you.

A void and emotionless, expression spans across his face as he finally acknowledges the weight of the moment. A single tear threatens to spill over, and he clenches his fist to fight back the giant hole that is forming in his heart.

“Y/N, ” he utters, “I-”

“Hunter! It’s time for us to go, ” Tech calls out.

++++

Your entire body jerks to a standstill when you hear the hum of their ship landing.

Hunter feels a sudden sickening sensation throughout his body.

“Deep breaths, brother. You don’t want your little reunion to be overruled by sweaty palms and rosy cheeks, ” Crosshair teases.

Hunter groans, “We are here for a short period of time until we can safely get back to Kamino. Until then, this is strictly business as usual.”

“Whatever you say Hunter,” he flicks his toothpick into the garbage receptacle with perfect aim.

The leader of the clone force, known for being courageous, daring, and valiant has abruptly shifted to a timid and uncertain man. But that’s just it. He felt like a man. A feeling only familiar when around you. Every other day of the rotation, he is merely a defective clone—a misfit who despite his enhanced abilities, is thrown into combat, aware of the fact that he is completely dispensable. Because he is merely one of hundreds of thousands of others just like him, he feels like he is just another carbon copy dispersed off of a factory line. Yet, around you, he never felt that way.

He watches out the cockpit window and sees you emerge from your homestead. His heart somersaults.

“Shall we disembark Hunter?” Tech asks.

He nods.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you hardly notice the troopers exiting their ship. It isn’t until Wrecker has scooped you up into his arms that you are jostled back to reality.

“Wreck!” You cry out in excitement as you wrap your arms around him.

Crosshair lends you a wink that you flirtatiously mirror. It’s always fun seeing him fight back a cheeky grin.

Tech is clearly holding back, so you eagerly close the distance between you two and envelope him in your arms. Initially, he hesitates but rapidly works up the bravery to reciprocate.

Chuckling at his hold on you, you tease, “I don’t know who gives the stronger hugs! You, or Wrecker.” He quickly releases you and straightens his glasses.

“Who’s this?” You motion towards the pale, almost sickly-looking clone. In fact, he looks more like a machine than a clone.

“I’m Echo, ” he extends his hand to you. Accepting it, you introduce yourself in return.

Hunter appears from behind the group. Suddenly, you lose the ability to think straight, let alone speak. His eyes meet yours and you share a somber smile. Each taking a step toward each other, you close the distance between you. Unable to resist any longer, you throw your arms around him, drawing him tightly to you.

For a moment, he stands frozen. Hunter has imagined the feeling of taking you into his arms again more than he would like to admit. At last, he pushes his thoughts aside and encircles your waist with his strong embrace.

You can feel his heartbeat slowly accelerate; at least your heart isn’t the only one threatening to beat out of your chest. You seemingly melt into each other. His hands softly tracing circles on your lower back.

Knowing that this moment cannot last as long as you’d both like, you hesitantly pull away from him. His hands grip at your hips as if he is begging you to not stray from his grasp. Your heart yearns to pull him back into your embrace and to stay there with him forever.

Becoming aware of the world around you once again, you feel your face flush into a crimson red.

“Why are they just standing there like that?” Wrecker leans down to whisper to Tech.

“Sometimes, the most important messages do not need to be said with words,” he responds softly.