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𝟏 𝐭𝐨 𝟏𝟎𝟎 — 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃-𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 (𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜).

your second year at hogwarts is filled with expanding friendships, established routines, and… oh, right. they’re still here.

eventual james x fem!reader | 5.8k | series masterlist.

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CW | the marauders are arrogant twats bc they’re 13 years old, snape gets bullied, remus is a werewolf (surprise)

The summer had been peaceful. You, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas had kept in touch through letters, swapping stories about your holidays, complaining about homework assignments set before term had even begun, and, in Lily’s case, venting about how her sister was acting now she was home. It had been nice—quiet, even.

Now, as you step onto Platform 9¾, the familiar rush of excitement settles in. The scarlet Hogwarts Express looms ahead, steam curling into the air, and the chatter of students fills your ears.

You spot Lily first, her red hair unmistakable even in the crowd. Marlene isn’t far behind, already pulling Dorcas into a hug. Within minutes, the four of you are together again, grinning and catching up as though no time has passed at all.

The train ride itself is blissfully uneventful. You find an empty compartment, settle in, and spend the first half of the journey munching on Pumpkin Pasties while Dorcas recounts her disastrous attempt at brewing a Forgetfulness Potion over the summer.

Lily nearly chokes on her Chocolate Frog laughing, and you lean back against the seat, content.

But, of course, it can’t last forever.

A loud, echoing bang erupts from somewhere further down the train, followed by a shriek and an explosion of laughter. Familiar laughter.

You don’t even need to look at the others to know you’re all thinking the same thing.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Lily groans, rubbing her temples.

“They’re back,” you say grimly, as if announcing the return of an ancient evil.

“Did you think they wouldn’t be?” Marlene snorts.

Dorcas sighs. “I was just hoping for one peaceful train ride,”

Another round of raucous laughter shakes the carriage, and you swear you hear James Potter’s voice carrying over the chaos.

You close your eyes. You knew the peace was too good to last.

—

By the time you reach the Great Hall, you’re feeling optimistic again. The train ride was one thing, but surely, in a room packed with students, the boys’ presence would be more bearable.

You settle at the Gryffindor table between Lily and Dorcas, Marlene across from you, and let the warm, golden glow of the floating candles and enchanted ceiling soothe you.

The hum of conversation fills the air as students chat about their summers, first-years eye their surroundings in nervous awe, and plates begin magically filling with food.

And then—they arrive.

The doors to the Great Hall swing open with a bang, and James Potter and Sirius Black stride in as if they own the place.

You swear they’ve grown at least two inches over the summer—not just in height, but in ego. James has his hands shoved into his pockets, exuding a level of confidence that can only mean he’s about to make a scene.

Sirius, grinning like he’s just heard the funniest joke in the world, nudges him and mutters something under his breath. Whatever it is, it makes James throw his head back and cackle.

“Oh, fantastic,” you mutter, stabbing a potato with your fork.

Remus Lupin follows behind them, looking distinctly like he would rather be anywhere else. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and when James nudges him playfully, he merely sighs. Peter Pettigrew scurries after them, laughing a little too enthusiastically at whatever joke has just been made.

The four of them sweep through the hall, James and Sirius pausing every so often to ruffle someone’s hair, slap a shoulder, or—Merlin help you—wink at people they barely know. They act like they’re greeting adoring fans rather than fellow students who mostly look unimpressed or mildly irritated.

As they approach the Gryffindor table, you exchange a knowing glance with Lily. She looks about three seconds away from rolling her eyes so hard they might never return to their proper place.

“They still exist,” you say flatly.

Marlene snorts. “And they’ve somehow got worse,”

James slides onto the bench across from you, utterly unbothered by the unimpressed looks he’s receiving. Sirius drops into the seat beside him, flipping his hair dramatically as if he’s just stepped off the cover of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Wizards issue.

“Ladies,” James says smoothly, giving a charming grin that is immediately ruined when he shovels an entire Yorkshire pudding into his mouth.

Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. “Potter.”

“Evans,” he replies through a mouthful of food.

Sirius claps a hand over his chest, feigning offence. “Not even a hello for me, Evans? I’m wounded.”

“You’ll live,” she says dryly.

You glance at Remus, who is watching the interaction with an expression of mild exasperation. He offers you a small, knowing smile, and you get the distinct impression that he’s just as tired of James and Sirius as you are.

The Marauders have only been back for five minutes, and you’re already bracing yourself for a very long year.

—

The first few weeks of term pass by in a relatively normal fashion—lessons, homework, and the occasional prank from the Marauders that inevitably lands them in trouble. You do your best to avoid their antics, but it proves impossible when James Potter and Sirius Black seem determined to make their presence known everywhere.

Then, Quidditch tryouts happen.

You don’t attend—why would you? Watching James preen around on a broomstick sounds like a spectacular waste of time—but Marlene does. She’s been desperate to make the team since last year, and despite your lack of personal interest in the sport, you cross your fingers for her.

That evening, when she returns to the common room, she’s breathless and livid.

“You will not believe what’s happened,” she says, dropping into the seat beside you. Dorcas looks up from her Transfiguration essay with mild interest, while Lily—who has been rereading Advanced Potion-Making for fun, because of course she has—raises an eyebrow.

“You got on the team,” you guess, hoping to get the good news out of the way before whatever’s caused her fury.

Marlene nods. “Yes! As a Chaser,”

You grin. “That’s brilliant, Marls—”

“But,” she cuts in, eyes darkening, “so did Potter.”

You groan, and Dorcas winces in sympathy.

“Oh, it gets worse,” Marlene continues, leaning forward as if sharing some dark secret. “Black made it, too. Beater.”

The collective groan that echoes between the three of you is probably loud enough to shake the foundations of the castle.

Lily slams her book shut. “That’s it. I’m switching houses.”

—

Within hours, the news spreads like wildfire. By the next morning, James and Sirius are walking through the castle as if they’ve personally won the Quidditch Cup already.

And it’s not just their usual levels of arrogance—no, this is something else entirely.

They strut through the halls with their Gryffindor scarves thrown dramatically over their shoulders, as if they’ve earned them in battle rather than just being handed one at the Sorting.

James can’t seem to go five minutes without ruffling his hair like he’s been caught in a hurricane, and Sirius has perfected the art of leaning against doorframes with a casual smirk that, unfortunately, some younger students seem to find charming.

But worst of all is the way they act as though everyone is their adoring fan.

It’s one thing to be obnoxious in their usual way. You’ve suffered through their theatrics before. But now, they’ve developed a habit of stopping in corridors to wave graciously at random students, as if they’re some sort of celebrities.

“Morning, lads,” James calls to a group of fourth-years as he passes by them on the way to breakfast. They blink at him in confusion.

Sirius claps a random second-year on the shoulder. “Great to see you, mate. Hope you’re keeping well.”

The second-year looks vaguely horrified.

By the time they approach your table at breakfast, you’re already bracing yourself.

“Ladies,” James greets, sliding into the seat beside Lily without an invitation. She immediately scowls at him. “How are you this fine morning?”

You glance at Lily, who looks like she’s mentally calculating whether a murder charge is worth it. Dorcas continues buttering her toast, blissfully ignoring them. Marlene, meanwhile, has already started eating, clearly determined to not let them ruin her mood.

“We were great until you showed up,” you reply dryly.

Sirius gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offence. “That hurts.”

James shakes his head, as if deeply disappointed. “I just think it’s a real shame that you can’t appreciate history when it’s happening right in front of you.”

Lily slowly sets down her fork. “What history?”

“This!” James gestures broadly between himself and Sirius. “The dawn of Gryffindor’s greatest Quidditch duo!”

Marlene snorts. “I think you’ll find I’m part of that ‘duo’, Potter.”

“You’re right,” he concedes with a smirk. “Trio, then.”

“You’re insufferable,” you tell him.

James grins. “And incredibly talented.”

Sirius winks. “Don’t forget devastatingly handsome.”

Dorcas doesn’t even look up from her breakfast. “Devastating is right.”

Marlene, at least, has the advantage of venting her frustrations on the pitch. You, however, are left to suffer through James and Sirius’s newfound fame as they continue treating the entire castle like their own personal fan club.

And it only gets worse.

—

It reaches its height a week later, when they begin personally blessing people with their presence.

You’re walking down the corridor to Charms when you hear it.

“Ah! If it isn’t my best mate!”

For one, horrifying second, you pray James is talking to someone else. But when you turn your head, he’s looking directly at you, grinning like an idiot.

“Oh, absolutely not,” you say immediately.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, seemingly unbothered by the way you tense. “Come on, now, don’t be shy! We are best mates, aren’t we?”

Sirius appears on your other side, smirking. “Obviously. It’s an honour, really. Being friends with us.”

You glance at Lily for help, but she’s just standing there, arms crossed, looking like she’s about to start hexing people. Dorcas and Marlene, meanwhile, have stopped walking entirely, too entertained to step in.

“I loathe you both,” you inform them.

“See?” Sirius nudges James. “That’s love, that is.”

“It really is,” James agrees solemnly. “I’m touched, truly.”

You shove them off and stalk ahead, hoping to escape before they can torment you further. Unfortunately, they seem to consider this a challenge, because the next thing you know, they’re doing it to everyone.

A first-year passing by? “My best mate!” James declares, clapping the poor boy on the back.

A Ravenclaw girl minding her own business? “So good to see you, friend!” Sirius calls, grinning.

A Hufflepuff prefect? “Hey, pal!” James shouts, before getting immediately deducted five points.

By the time you reach Charms, you’ve come to a horrible realisation.

This isn’t temporary.

This is their new personality.

Lily, beside you, sighs heavily. “I can’t do this for a whole year.”

“Do you think we can get McGonagall to expel them?” you ask.

“She’s got patience.”

“Damn.”

At the front of the classroom, Professor Flitwick arrives and the lesson begins. But even as you turn your attention to practicing new spells, you know this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of James and Sirius’ ridiculous behaviour.

If anything, this is just the beginning.

—

The months pass in a whirlwind of classes, Quidditch practices, and endless drama, most of it stemming from the ongoing tension between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. While the rivalry has always been there, something about this year feels different.

Perhaps it’s the new, more brazen confidence of James and Sirius, now that they’ve made it onto the Quidditch team. Or perhaps it’s the fact that Severus Snape, despite all odds, is still your friend.

It starts subtly at first—just a few sneers, the occasional sarcastic comment thrown Snape’s way—but it quickly escalates. Every time James or Sirius walks by Severus in the hallways, one of them can’t resist making a snide remark.

“Oi, Snivellus!” Sirius calls one day, loud enough for half the corridor to hear. Severus, who’s been walking along quietly, flinches but doesn’t turn around. He knows better by now. “Do you always look like you’ve just crawled out from under a rock, or is that a new look?”

James lets out a burst of obnoxious laughter beside him. “What’s wrong, Snivellus? Afraid someone’s gonna hex you? I wouldn’t blame them, mate, looking at you is enough to make anyone want to—”

Lily’s head whips around, her eyes narrowing. You can feel her anger boiling over, and you know exactly what’s coming next.

“Potter,” Lily snaps, her voice sharp and unwavering. “Do you seriously think this is funny?”

James pauses, taken aback by her sudden interruption, but his smirk doesn’t falter. “What’s the matter, Evans? Don’t like a bit of fun? C’mon, it’s just Snivellus being—”

“You don’t get to call him that,” Lily interrupts, her tone icy. “He’s not your punching bag, Potter. You’re acting like a child.”

“Who, me?” James arches a brow, obviously trying to appear unaffected. But you can tell it stings—just a little. He’s used to being the one in control, the one everyone laughs at his jokes. When Lily stands up to him like this, it’s a shift in the power dynamic, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Yeah, you,” she snaps, her eyes flashing with anger.

You step forward, your hand brushing Lily’s shoulder. “Leave him alone, James,” you add, voice firm. “You’ve had your fun. Grow up.”

James’s grin falters, but it’s only for a moment. He seems to realise that this is different—he’s never had to deal with you and Lily turning on him like this. But instead of backing down, he doubles down, his expression twisting into something just shy of a sneer.

“I’m not the one making a scene here,” he says, his voice turning mockingly sweet. “If you don’t want to be involved, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you started hanging around with him in the first place.”

Lily’s face goes pale with fury. You can see the hurt flash in her eyes, though she tries to mask it with a scowl. It’s one thing to put up with James’s teasing—it’s another for him to attack her choice of friends.

And Severus is still her friend. No matter what anyone else says about him, Lily refuses to let them tear apart the friendship that’s still there, even if it’s hanging by a thin thread.

Severus is your friend too, even if you don’t always agree with him. You’ve known him for over a year now, long before he started hanging around with Slytherins who couldn’t care less about anyone other than themselves. He may be awkward, he may be prickly, but he’s not the person James and Sirius make him out to be.

“You are the problem, Potter,” you say, stepping in front of Lily, your voice low but firm. “You think you can just push people around because you’re on the Quidditch team. But this—this is just mean.”

James opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, Lily whirls on him again, her voice sharp and full of authority. “Don’t talk about Severus like that again, Potter. I mean it.”

The entire corridor seems to go quiet, as though everyone is waiting for James’s reaction.

He stares at Lily, a strange flicker of something crossing his face—surprise, maybe even confusion. No one has ever spoken to him like this, especially not a girl. Certainly not someone like Lily Evans.

But instead of backing down, he huffs out a laugh. “You’re pathetic,” he mutters under his breath, turning his back on them both. “Snivellus is your problem, not mine.”

With that, he strides off, Sirius trailing behind him like a shadow, though you can see the tiny, barely-there smile playing on Sirius’s lips as if he’s somehow won. But you know better. They haven’t won a thing.

You turn back to Severus, who’s standing a few paces away. His face is as pale as ever, but his lips are pressed into a thin line. He’s trying to pretend that he didn’t hear the exchange, but you know he did. And you know, too, that it’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

“You alright?” you ask softly, glancing at him.

Severus doesn’t look at you, his voice tight when he responds. “Why do you bother?”

Lily steps closer, her voice gentle now, the sharp edge gone. “Because we’re your friends, Severus. And we’re not going to let them pick on you.”

For a long moment, Severus doesn’t say anything, and you can tell he’s conflicted. Part of him probably thinks it’s better to just keep his head down and let it pass. But the other part—the part that’s been wounded by the Marauders’ taunts for so long—wants to fight back.

Finally, he looks at you, his expression softening just a little. “Thanks,” he mutters. “But they’ll never stop.”

Lily and you exchange a glance. “Maybe not,” you reply. “But we’ll keep standing up for you. And eventually, they’ll get bored. Or they’ll find someone else to pick on.”

Severus snorts, though there’s a trace of a smile on his lips now. “Maybe. But until then, I’ll just have to put up with it, won’t I?”

Lily shrugs, her tone light. “You’re not the only one who’s had to put up with them, Severus. Just ask anyone in Gryffindor.”

You both manage to coax a laugh out of him, and for the first time in a while, Severus seems to relax. The weight on his shoulders eases slightly. Maybe the Marauders aren’t going to stop their tormenting anytime soon, but at least he’s not alone.

As the three of you walk off toward the next class, the air between you is slightly less tense. But in the back of your mind, you know the battle is far from over. Every time the Marauders catch sight of Severus, you know they’ll find a new way to humiliate him. But you and Lily are determined to make it as difficult for them as possible.

The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been bitter, but this year, it’s personal. And with both of you standing firmly on Severus’s side, you’re ready to fight fire with fire. Even if it means going head-to-head with James and Sirius.

—

The boys—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—are hanging out in the Gryffindor common room after dinner, laughing about some prank they’d pulled earlier that day. Everything seems perfectly normal, which, of course, makes it even more surreal when it all unravels.

The next day, James and Sirius are at breakfast when the owl post delivers a letter. It’s addressed to none of them directly but intended for Remus, and the moment James sees it, he knows something’s wrong.

Remus is nowhere to be found in the Great Hall. He hasn’t been since last night. His absence isn’t particularly unusual—he’s sometimes a bit secretive, disappearing from the dorm for a night every so often—but it is the first time he’s missed breakfast the day after, and that sends a ripple of unease through the group.

Then the first whisper begins, catching Sirius’ ear.

“Did you hear? Lupin’s in the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey’s already fussing over him. Got himself battered apparently,”

James’s stomach drops. He and Sirius exchange a glance, both of them instinctively pushing their plates aside and rising from their seats.

“That’s—” Sirius begins, but James interrupts him.

“Come on, we need to go,”

By the time they make it to the infirmary, they find Remus lying in a bed, pale and weak, his face drawn with exhaustion. He’s covered in bandages—some aleady darkened with blood—and he’s clearly trying to hide the exhaustion, the shame, and the fear in his eyes.

For a moment, no one speaks. James and Sirius hover awkwardly in the doorway, both of them unsure what to do or say. They’ve never seen Remus in this state before—not like this, anyway.

Remus is still in his school robes, though his tie is hanging loosely around his neck. His usual reserved demeanor is gone, replaced by a thin veil of vulnerability that’s impossible to ignore.

It’s Peter, who is always the least likely to speak up, who breaks the silence. “Remus…” He trails off, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you—are you okay?”

Remus turns his head towards them, the corners of his mouth tugging into a tight, forced smile. He tries to sit up, wincing as he does so. “I’ll be fine,” he mutters, though it’s clear that he isn’t. His voice cracks on the last syllable. “Just need some rest.”

There’s a tension in the room that none of the boys can shake off. They’ve never seen Remus like this—weak, afraid, vulnerable. It’s one thing to see him acting off; it’s another thing entirely to see him broken.

Sirius steps forward first. “Remus if someone buggered with you—”

“No,” Remus cuts him off, his voice sharp, though it quickly falters as he struggles to sit up straighter. “No, no. It’s not that. I did it myself,”

James narrows his eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

Remus swallows, his gaze darting from one Marauder to the next. He can’t meet their eyes—not yet. It’s like he’s afraid that if he does, everything will come crashing down. “It’s not what you think,” he says quietly. “You don’t—”

“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of,” James says, his voice steady, though a hint of worry lingers beneath it. “We’re your friends, Remus. We know you’ve been through something before, and we never asked questions,” He hesitates before adding, “But if you’re hurting yourself you have to tell us,”

Remus is quiet for a long moment, his lips pressed together tightly as though the words are locked inside him. He seems to be weighing his options—whether to finally let them in on the secret or to keep lying, pretending like everything’s okay.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Remus sighs, closing his eyes in resignation. “I’m a werewolf,” he admits, barely above a whisper. His voice shakes slightly, as though he’s afraid of the words that have just left his mouth.

James, Sirius, and Peter stand frozen, staring at him as though they’ve just been hit by a lightning bolt.

“You—what?” Sirius manages, his voice thick with disbelief. “Remus… are you—”

“It’s true,” Remus interrupts quietly, his hands trembling slightly. “That’s why I’m not always… myself. Why I go away every month, why I’m sick afterwards. I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to burden you with this. I thought you’d turn on me like everyone else,”

His voice cracks at the last words, and he looks away, staring at the wall as though he’s trying to hide the tears that well up in his eyes.

James and Sirius exchange a look—one that says everything and nothing at once. The silence between them is thick, charged with the weight of the revelation. They’ve never once considered that Remus might be hiding something so dangerous, so out of their control.

Peter, the least likely to be a source of comfort, steps forward slowly. His voice is soft but genuine. “We’re not going to turn on you, Remus. You’ve been our friend from the start. This doesn’t change that,”

Sirius nods in agreement. “What do you think, mate? You think we’re going to throw you out just because of something you can’t control? You’re one of us.”

Remus flinches, his head lowering slightly as he absorbs their words. He looks at each of them, trying to gauge the sincerity in their eyes. “But it’s dangerous,” he says, his voice trembling. “You don’t know what it’s like, and I… I can’t control myself when I change. I hurt people, I—”

“Don’t talk like that,” James says firmly, cutting him off. “We don’t care about that. We’re with you, Remus. You don’t have to go through this alone,”

The warmth in his voice is genuine, and for the first time since he revealed his secret, Remus’s shoulders slump with relief. He doesn’t seem to fully believe it yet, but the reassurance is enough to ease some of the tension in his body.

Remus gives a slight, pained smile. “Thanks. But I still don’t want you to be involved in my… my transformation. I can’t let you see that side of me,”

“You don’t get to decide that for us,” Sirius says with a wink. “We’re sticking with you no matter what,”

Peter, surprisingly, is the next to speak. “You’re our mate, Remus. You always have been.” He pauses, looking slightly uncomfortable. “We’re just glad you trust us with this. It’s a lot to take in, but you don’t have to hide anymore,”

Remus takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he mutters. “I didn’t want to risk losing everything, but I don’t want to hide anymore, either. It’s just…”

Sirius, ever the optimist, grins. “It’s just that you’re one of us. And we don’t leave people behind. No matter what,”

Despite the gravity of the situation, the tension in the room lifts a little, and Remus manages a small smile. “Thanks. For not… running away,”

James clasps him on the shoulder, and though there’s still a lingering weight in the air, it’s clear that they’ve all crossed a new threshold in their friendship.

But even as they assure him that they’ll never leave him, Remus remains quiet, his eyes drifting toward the window, his mind clearly a million miles away. He’s grateful, sure, but the truth still gnaws at him: the Marauders, for all their loyalty and good intentions, still don’t understand what it’s like to be him. To be the monster.

And that, Remus knows, is a struggle he’ll always have to face alone.

—

The months roll by, and despite everything that’s happened—despite the tension with Severus, the revelation about Remus, and the growing rift between Lily, you, and the boys—the school year carries on.

The boys remain their usual selves, cocky, irreverent, and mischievous. But the air around them, particularly in relation to you and Lily, feels different. There's an ever-present undercurrent of tension that lingers just below the surface, and it’s as if everyone is waiting for something to break.

It’s not just the teasing of Severus that riles you both up; it’s the sheer lack of any real self-awareness from them. The boys are still acting like they run the school, like they own the place now that James and Sirius are on the Quidditch team.

They parade through the hallways with ridiculous confidence, treating every student they pass like they're their best friend, yet somehow always managing to make it feel patronising.

You catch them laughing at some offhand joke they make at someone else’s expense, and it burns. It burns because you know they’ve become increasingly arrogant with their newfound sense of power. It’s not just about the Quidditch, it’s about the way they treat people. The way they treat Severus. And you know Lily feels it, too. She’s no longer as tolerant of their antics as she once was.

“Honestly,” Lily mutters one afternoon as she watches James try to high-five every person he passes on his way to class, “when did he become the bloody king of the school?”

You can’t help but agree, the discomfort bubbling in your chest as James and Sirius continue to bask in the attention, showing off in the middle of the corridor. “They’ve gotten worse since they made the team, haven’t they?” you say, shaking your head. “It’s really like their egos have doubled in size overnight,”

“They’re insufferable,” Lily says, crossing her arms over her chest. “And Severus—he’s still their favourite target. And you know what? I’m done with it. He’s not the one being cruel, and neither are we. We don’t have to put up with their idiocy just because they think they're untouchable,”

But while you and Lily are in agreement about the boys’ arrogance, there’s also a new shift in the dynamic, one that you can’t entirely ignore. Remus begins to integrate more fully into the group.

It’s gradual at first, with him still trying to keep a distance, unsure of his place now that his secret is out in the open. But over time, he starts showing up more at their antics, laughing along, joining in on the pranks, and sometimes even offering suggestions on how to make them even more elaborate.

At first, you and Lily both try to get used to the change, but it feels weird, watching Remus—the one member you thought had promise to be a genuinely okay guy—laughing alongside James and Sirius, plotting their next ridiculous scheme like it’s all in good fun.

It's not that you're upset with him for joining in, but you can’t help but feel like he’s shifted in ways that lengthens gap between them and normal student life. There’s something about him now that feels just a little more in tune with their world, just a little more in sync with their mischievousness.

“Don’t tell me Remus is getting in on this now, too,” you mutter one day, watching him smirk as he hands James a roll of parchment with what looks like a scribbled map of the second floor of the castle.

Lily watches, her expression darkening as she takes in the scene. “I don’t know,” she says slowly, “he’s different now. It’s like something’s changed in him since… he was in the infirmary.”

You can’t deny that, but the unease lingers. It’s a strange feeling to watch Remus embrace their reckless antics, even if he’s not quite as cruel as the others. He’s not the one making the jokes or pulling the pranks himself, but he’s laughing along, offering sly comments, and adding fuel to their fire.

The Remus you knew last year always had a moral compass, a quiet, brooding sense of right and wrong. It seemed that he used to draw the line, but now... Now, that line is blurred.

In a way, it’s almost like he’s hiding behind the same mask the others wear. He’s accepted their friendship, their loyalty, but at the cost of everything he used to stand for. You and Lily aren’t sure how to feel about that. It’s not just the pranks. It’s the subtle shifts—the way he’s become just a little more like them and a little less like the Remus he was.

“Maybe it’s just that he’s trying to fit in,” Lily says quietly one night, as you both stare out the window of the common room, watching the wind rustle through the trees outside. “I get it. But... I used to think he was alright, you know?”

“I know,” you reply softly, your heart heavy. “I don’t like it either,”

“I’m so over them,” Lily mutters, her face set in determination. “But what are we supposed to do? We can’t keep fighting with them. We’re already on thin ice,”

And that’s the crux of the problem. Every time the two of you stand up to the boys, whether it’s over Severus or the endless, grating taunts, the tension between the two groups increases. It’s as if every conversation, every interaction, is a game of brinkmanship, one where someone has to blink first.

The year ends in this odd limbo, the unresolved conflicts hanging in the air, neither fully addressed nor pushed aside. But even though the issues are still there, you can’t help but feel that something is changing beneath the surface.

Remus, for all his quiet discomfort, seems more settled in his place within the Marauders’ fold. He’s become more of a participant in their world—though not without his internal struggle.

James and Sirius, despite their show of bravado, seem to be kindling a genuine friendship with each other and the other two members of their little ‘group’.

And you and Lily? You’ve grown closer in your shared desire to protect Severus, to stand up against the boys’ relentless taunts, and to make sure that you don’t lose sight of what’s important.

As the school year wraps up, you can’t help but feel that this year is different. It’s not just about Quidditch or petty pranks or feigned friendships. There’s something more at play now—something beneath the surface that no one quite knows how to deal with. And though there are still unresolved conflicts, there’s a growing sense that things won’t stay this way forever.

Something is going to change.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, or when it’ll happen, but you’re certain it’s coming.

—next part.

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter angst

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box-of-roses · 1 year ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Can You Keep a Secret? ࿐ྂ

Characters: Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi

Warnings: Anesthetic

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy, Ouran was one of the first Animes I watched so I may be a little dusty on the characters -> The request Anesthesia + The Hosts

Tamaki

When you get out of the doctor’s office and into his car he rolls up the divider window and smiles at you

You two have so much fun rambling nonsense to each other

Thinks it’s adorable when you get excited “finding out” that he’s your boyfriend

“You’re so handsome.” You say leaning against him. He made sure you were still buckled before he wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you my love, you know you’re pretty cute too.” He finds himself so lucky that you’re his.

“Can you keep a secret?” He nods with a smile and an eyebrow lift wondering what it could be. “I love you.” His face grows red at an almost alarming rate. This was the first time you had told him that you love him.

“I love you too, my love.” His voice is a little wavy but he has a dopey smile on his face. “Why don’t you get some rest.” He plays with your hair until you’re fast asleep in his arms

Kyoya

The divider window is already rolled up before you get into the car

Has ice cream already situated in the car because he knows you’ll want it

Blushes at how touchy you are before getting used to it

“Thank you, you’re really pretty.” He smiles as he sets his notepad down. He hands you your cup of ice cream and the smile on your face grows wider.

“I hope you enjoy, maybe it’ll wear off faster.” He knows it won’t but he enjoyed how quick you dug into the ice cream.

“Isn’t your partner jealous that you’re here with me? Giving me ice cream.” You poor soul. You’re so confused.

“I don’t think they’ll mind.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re my partner, honestly what did they do to you in there.” He shakes his head and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Kaoru

Little sweetheart brought blankets with him incase you were cold.

As for snacks, you have your own compartment in all of the cars that holds snacks, hygiene products, hair ties, breath freshener, etc.

by the time you come back out of the office he’s holding your hand and leading you to the car

Kaoru leads you to the car and helps you get in before buckling you up and closing the door. He does the same for himself on the other side. He pulls out a carefully folded blanket and places it around your shoulders before taking another one and putting it on your laps.

“Do you have a partner?” He’s a little taken aback by the statement before he chuckles.

“Yes I do, why do you ask?”

“Cause I think you’re really nice and handsome and I kinda just wanna kiss you.” You pout a little and go back to eating your snack.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You nod enthusiastically. “You’re my partner, cutie.” Your face grows red as you smile widely.

“I’m so lucky.” It’s his turn to blush now.

I headcanon that Kaoru calls you cutie because of the little oranges and that’s how you two got together. (I may expand on that more later)

Hikaru

Teases you about it literally ALL the time

Had his camera set up before you got into car

Thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that you didn’t know who he was

Helped you stumble your way to the car. Don’t be fooled though he was laughing the whole way. Your poor anesthesia filled brain didn’t know why he was laughing and just thought it was adorable.

When you get into the car the camera is already set up and he knows he’ll look fondly on today even if he still thinks it’s hilarious. “You’re really nice.” You say looking at him like he hung the stars.

“Why thank you, so find anyone attractive in there.”

“Well, can you keep a secret?” Well, that made him a little concerned. Why did you not immediately say no and that you thought he was attractive?

“Yeah, I’ve been known to keep a secret or two.”

“I find you attractive. I really hope you don’t have a partner.” He starts cackling at that.

“Sorry to disappoint but I do have a partner.” He makes out between laughs. “Can you keep a secret?” You frown a little but nod. “You’re my partner. And I think you’re the cutest when you’re not in your right mind.” That makes you smile.

Haruhi

Is definitely one of the nicer ones of the bunch

Ask her dad if she could borrow the car/ pick you guys up. Not a problem though because her dad literally LOVES you

Might like you more than Haruhi so he agreed instantly

Snacks are piled high in the car and Haruhi rolls her eyes at the display. “They don’t need this much.”

“Nonsense! Only the best for Y/N! I will have it no other way!” He says as he finishes putting the last bag in the car. Haruhi sighs and gets into the car. When they pull up to the doctor’s office Haruhi gets out of the car to help you. When you reach the car you’re in awe of Haruhi’s dad.

“You’re Mom’s really pretty!” They both laugh.

“Thank you dear! But I’m Haruhi’s father remember? I got you some snacks dear, Haruhi why don’t you sit in the back with them.”

“I was going to do that anyway.” The moment Haruhi sat down and buckled both of you in you had grabbed her hand. You held both of them up and compared hand sizes. Haruhi wasn’t used to you being this outgoing so she got flustered.

“What are you doing?”

“Comparing hand sizes and hoping you aren’t dating anyone and I can have you all to myself.” You say with a smile. You interlock your fingers and lean closer. “Now tell me, am I too late or am I so lucky that you’ll go on a date with me?”

“I’m already dating you idiot.” Haruhi smiles and kisses your interlocked hands.

“Well, that’s just the best news I’ve heard all day!”

RULES NAVIGATION

#ouran x reader #ohshc x reader #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki x reader #hikaru hitachiin x reader #hikaru x reader #kaoru hitachiin x reader #kaoru x reader

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sgiandubh · 24 days ago

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Love Again? Meh

The pressure surrounding those damned elections is so unbearable, I thought finally watching Love Again on Netflix was a decent deflective idea. And since I can never sleep on a full moon's night, it really sounded like a good plan, too. Though with zero expectations, as I already wrote.

Two hours later, I probably lost a handful of neurones I will never get back again. Rom-coms are supposed to leave you in a bubbly mood, and with a strong belief in things like love trumps all, there are plenty more fish in the sea, goodness always prevails, and so on. This one left me flatter than a bottle of Coca-Cola foolishly left open and with the clear idea those people entirely missed the point.

If Nora Ephron is your gold standard, this might feel definitely subpar. But still, that's not the biggest problem I see with this movie. Love Again is exactly like those hotels rated 'pleasant' on Booking - you're not sure if they are terrible or, like Dorothy Parker used to say, 'terrible with raisins in it', which supposes at least some effort being put into it, one way or the other. The plot is remarkably bland and simply serves as a pretext for the real purpose of this movie, which is to promote Céline Dion's five new (perfectly forgettable) songs. The chemistry between S. and Priyanka Chopra is so laboured, that you'd be forgiven for thinking these two people just met in a train compartment and had a perfunctory chit-chat, never to hear from each other again.

Rom-coms are also supposed to be #silly magic in a bottle, yet there is little to no magic in a script so unbalanced, Mira's overpowering (if understandable) grief constantly threatens to flounder everything else. Where everything else includes the budding romance with Rob Burns (🙄), the music critic with no particular qualities, except a dazzlingly shy smile and Season 1 JAMMF's gimmicks, only in today's clothes and without Balfe. Overall, there is too much righteous kerfuffle and too little hope, in this movie that desperately begs for your sympathy, without ever being able to get it. And I shall mercifully pass on the mildly sexy (?) scene, even if without it we would still be wondering where exactly to place the sunshine, lollipops and roses inflexion point on that particular timeline.

Overall, the only question left without an answer is just how much genuine fun did S and Chopra have, while making this movie, at all. My perhaps biased guess is next to zero, based on the overwhelming impression that what was shown of their BTS rapport felt awkwardly transactional and opportunistic AF. This lack of authenticity buries a movie that feels just like something that had to somehow be shot, then had to somehow be released, then had to somehow make its way to Netflix' digital bosom repository. This movie is so meh, it is impossible to recommend it to anyone, and I have to say I am very sorry about that.

I said it before and I will probably say it again: S deserved better choices and opportunities coming along his way. He still does, but he also needs some urgent soul searching, if he wants to avoid looking like a one trick pony and see his acting prospects dwindle accordingly. Which won't exactly be the end of the world for him, but still an awfully unfair waste. So let's hope he will be able to choose wisely and especially out of his comfort zone which well, tends to dangerously expand, lately. The current Onlies' objectifying folly does not help, because the more it goes, the more it cuts S from a reality that is always ready to bite.

While I shall congenially follow whatever he's up to, I would really like this gifted guy to surprise me with something bold, something different and most of all, something that requires more intellect than muscles.

I know he can do it. But, does he?

#Love Again #review #fandom #shitshow

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pemiski · 8 months ago

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tags fem! reader, shopaholics, outrageous amounts of money, pro player! michael kaiser

author's note i had already sort of expanded on this idea of a shopaholic gf on my old blog, but i kept on rethinking about it and about mihya and so this little drabble came out of my head! enjoy

Your expensive taste can’t be helped — or at least that’s what you tell your boyfriend, Michael Kaiser, as he discovers another pair of Manolo Blahnik boots stuffed in the lower compartment of your shared walk-in closet.

It wasn’t as if Mihya was cheap, but force of habit and his experience growing up had made him frown upon the luxuries he could now afford rather than enjoy them, despite his girlfriend being rather fond of it herself.

“Nouvelle saison! Do you know what that means, Mihya? New! New season! They’re— they’re so—“

“They’re just like any other pair of boots that you own” he sighs, closing the closet door. He walks over to the kitchen island and settles his elbows on the marble counter.

His nonchalant behaviour is slowly getting on your nerves, you think, and you let the hand settling on your hip betray your thoughts. “That’s just it. They’re not like any other pair, they have a silver buckle on the side, and the sole is so much nicer. You just don’t get it.”

You turn around to fetch your new boots from the closet to settle them on your shoe-shelf.

“Whatever, as long as it’s not my money,” Michael shrugs, sipping on his mug looking ahead through the window glass pane.

You freeze, and slowly turn around.

“But it is your money.”

Michael looks over the counter, only to find his Amex black card sitting on the edge of it, next to your purse and keys. If he’s mad, the blonde doesn’t show it, as he instead focuses his stare back to his mug, inspecting the coffee residue left at the bottom.

When he speaks up, you’re torn between surprise and confusion.

“Use the insignia jewellery card next time you go shopping instead of that one. You’ll like it better, i think.”

By the time you realise that was his way of telling you he loved you, your beloved had left the living room entirely, opting to lounge in your shared bedroom instead.

yes this is a repost, after the fright that was my account being terminated i decided that i do not deserve to be shadowbanned, this is a revolution!!

#( 🖋️ ) — article #yes this is a repost #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser drabble #michael kaiser x you #blue lock drabble #blue lock x female reader #blue lock imagine

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lyjen · 1 year ago

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Just a minute

Summary: Evan and (Y/n) are due to get married, but when an accident happens on scene during a thunderstorm, the lives of the two are completely flipped upside down.

A request by: @shauna-carsley

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Taglist: ( @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

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“I still can’t believe you’re actually getting married, Buck” Hen said as she bumped her shoulder against Evan’s who was sitting next to her. “Yeah who would’ve thought that..” Evan mumbled as he gave Hen a small smile as he looked down at his hands.

Their big day was coming closer with every second, minute and hour. They will get married next week. They weren’t the kind of people to throw a massive wedding, they would just invite their loved ones and some friends, and have an intimate wedding.

“Well I certainly didn’t expect it to happen for at least what, ten more years?” Chimney sounded through the headset while the truck hit another puthole on their way towards the location of their call.

Laughs sounded through the headphones as Evan was still with his head on cloud nine, even though he popped the question months ago. He still couldn’t believe he was engaged with the girl he loved desperately for these past years. They went through hell and back, from Evan getting crushed by a firetruck, to being targeted on duty by a sniper.

(Y/n) was sitting on Evan’s right side, and noticed his absent look. She placed her hand down onto his right hand, which was resting on his right thigh. When her skin touched his, he looked up and glanced at (y/n).

“Well, believe it because the proof is right here” (Y/n) said as she pulled the collar of her navy blue LAFD t-shirt forward and showed her engagement ring between her thumb and index finger of her right hand.

Her engagement ring was hanging on a small chain so she could wear it as a necklace.That was the solution if she was working, she couldn’t wear her ring around her finger if she was on shift. But she was determined to wear it, even if she was on duty. Tucked underneath her shirt so it wouldn’t get in her way as she would perform her tasks.

The truck pulled to a stop as (Y/n) placed her necklace safe and sound underneath the fabric of her shirt. She yanked off her headphones as grabbed her helmet off the floor and placed it underneath her arm, so she could easily jump out of the rig after everyone else.

She placed her helmet onto her head as soon as her feet met the wet ground.

It had been raining all day long. You’d think after a whole day with only rain, the clouds wouldn’t have any water left to send down to the ground.

But no, here they were.. in the middle of the night, getting called out to a warehouse fire, not exactly the kind of night she was hoping for, not when you haven’t slept at all in twenty four hours.

Hatches of compartments were pulled open, as she followed her captain. “Okay, Miller, Stafford, Mckenzie! Start evacuating the building!” Bobby ordered one half of his team. The three were preparing to collect everything they needed out of the truck. Such as oxygen tanks and halligans were getting snatched out of the compartment.

“Buck, Eddie and (Y/n) you are on ladder duty” he said as he pointed at the other three persons walking right beside and behind him. “(Y/n) I want you to raise the aerial, Buck and Eddie get up to that window and hit it. Let’s go!” Bobby called out as he clapped his hands together.

(Y/n) fastened towards the compartment where they stored the metal plates that go underneath the two arms on the side of the truck. She quickly grabbed two metal plates out and handed them over to Evan, as she grasped the two other metal plates and placed them on the right spot on the asphalt.

While Eddie gathered whatever Evan and Eddie needed for going up that ladder. (Y/n) and Evan expanded the side arms of the ladder truck.

As soon as she grabbed the metal side of the small ladder on the side of the truck to get on top of it and raise the aerial.

She flinched at the feeling of a hand pushed down onto her lower back. She was so focussed, she didn’t realize her fiancé - and soon to be husband - was behind her.

“I’ve got to harness up” he said as his hand remained on her lower back. His wet curls were flattened by his helmet and sticking to the skin of his face.

He softly patted his hand against her lower back, “See you in a minute” he said as he tried to make himself intelligible over the pouring rain. She sent him a small smile, which made him smile as he retrieved his hand and turned away from her.

She watched Evan walk away for a second, as she looked down to the ground. Still smiling. Making her realize that she has found the love of her life and she was really going to marry him.

This has been the happiest and blessed she has felt in years. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

A small and soft laugh left her lips, as she placed her hands onto the soaking wet metal pipe and pulled herself step by step up the ladder on the side of the truck.

When she reached the top of the fire truck, she directly turned to the left where the control panel of the aerial was placed. Her hand found the lever to raise the aerial while the other hand found the lever to extend the ladder.

A slight color change in the skies above her caught her attention as her hands were still pushing the levers.

It was like the sound of the rain was being muted and some kind of soft static sound filled her ears. She turned her face towards the still pouring clouds above her.

“What the hell…” she stumbled as she saw the bright blue colors through the dark night sky and dark clouds. She stopped pushing the levers as she took a step back.

Her stomach turned. This wasn’t good. It felt like some kind of demon could enter their would any second. But demons did not exist in this universe.

The sound was growing louder and louder, basically screaming into her ears.

Within a blink of an eye she felt a roaring pain through her body and her body tumbled backwards. Down to the ground.

The electricity entered her body through the hands, making its way up to her shoulders and made its way down her torso, down to her legs.

She wanted to scream, cry, do anything to make some sort of sound as a call for help. Even if it was just a little yelp, what would’ve given her hope. But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t make a sound. It was almost like her lips were sealed, stitched together, glued together with super glue.

Evan was just securing the red webbing around his waist, but the dreadful noise of the thunder and lightning made him stop his movements.

Evan jumped back and ducked as he heard a loud thunder sound roaring through the air.

“What the-“ he cursed as the truck he was standing next to started to smoke and move back and forth like it was possessed.

His eyes were locked on the firetruck. This never happened before. The rain did of course, but lightning that struck so close to him and his team didn't. Evan’s eyes grew wide as he realized who was standing on top of the truck before it got struck.

Adrenaline entered his veins as his heart started to beat faster and faster, pumping blood through his veins along with the adrenaline. His eyes searched for his fiance, standing on top of that truck. But it was hard to see with the rain drops dripping into his face. “(Y/n)” he stumbled, as the thought of her being in danger or being hurt entered his thoughts.

“(Y/n)!” he called out louder as his eyes couldn’t find his girlfriend on top of the truck. His legs were moving faster than his mind, which made him almost trip over his own body. Almost falling to the ground, Evan used one hand to push himself back up as he quickly made his way to the otherside of the truck where the small ladder was, to get on top of the roof of the truck.

When he rounded that corner, he saw her lifeless body lying on the ground. Arms spread wide across the asphalt, eyes closed and her helmet a few feet further than where it’s supposed to be.

Her name fell multiple times off his lips as he screamed like he was being tortured. He may be not being tortured physically, but mentally this was a whole other story. He dropped onto his knees next to her body as he cried out her name.

“(Y/n) can you hear me?” he tried to say through his sobs as his loud voice became softer with every sentence he spoke as he saw the raindrops falling from the sky onto her skin. “Please” he cried, he wanted to hold her in his arms, but he was scared.

“Coming through!” Chimney’s voice said, he kneeled down on the other side of (Y/n) and placed down the medic bag he was carrying with the strap over his shoulder.

Evan felt how a shadow of Chimney’s partner was in the corner of his eyes. But Evan refused to leave. He wasn’t going to leave (Y/n)’s side, not voluntarily.

Evan placed his index and middle finger against her neck to see if he could feel a pulse. But before he could sense a pulse, he felt two hands landing on both his shoulders.

“Buck, let Chim and Hen do their jobs” Bobby’s voice said. “No” he said, determined to stay, while the tears were welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t leave her, he wanted to do everything in his power to help her. But he wasn’t a paramedic.

Hen placed her hand on Evan’s upper arm. “Hey.. it’s okay.” she reassured him. “We got her” she continued as she locked her eyes with his. Evan’s eyes softened as Hen’s hand gently rubbed up and down over his upper arm and she gave him a small nod.

Evan glanced once more at his fiancé, as he squeezed his eyes closed to make some kind of quick wish, and moved out of Hen’s way to make room for her. His legs straightened as he felt two hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him close.

He didn’t know who pulled him close, probably Bobby but that didn’t matter right now. His eyes remained on his girlfriend, his heart was beating so quick it almost felt like it could break through his chest and pop out of his body.

Evan let his fingers intertwine with his hair. He had so many emotions going through his body now, and didn’t know how to deal with it. He was sure he was about to pull some strands of hair out of his skull while he watched Hen and Chimney work.

Her eyes slowly opened as the ammonia from the little bag Hen had put right under her nose, entered her nose and triggered her brain to wake up. A groan left her lips as she turned her head and squeezed her eyes closed.

“(Y/n)? Are you in any pain?” Hen asked as she hovered over her, trying to get her attention. “Everything-” she said as a groan took over her sentence. “hurts” she cried as she opened her eyes again. “(Y/n), can you try to wiggle your toes for me?” Chimney asked as he focussed onto her feet.

With every small piece of energy she had left, she tried to wiggle her toes as she tried to catch Chimney’s reaction. She saw his eyes turn to Hen as he gave her a worried look. “It’s bad isn’t it?” (Y/n) said as she looked up into the dark night sky which still poured the rain into her face. “Hey, let’s not lose hope okay?” Hen tried to reassure her. But how could you not lose hope when there was as possible spinal injury?

“Pushing morphine” Chimney said as he already installed the IV in an artery in her hand. “Get a backboard and a gurney over here!” Hen yelled over to some of the other 118 team members, no one in particular.

“Evan?” she cried out, she knew he was there. How couldn’t he be? “Yes? I’m here baby” Evan said as he pulled himself free from the still resting hands onto his shoulder to keep him under control. Evan fastened towards (Y/n) as he let himself fall down onto his knees again as he took place above her head, still giving Hen and Chim the space they needed.

“I’m here” he repeated softly as he placed his hand down onto her collarbone and rubbed reassuringly his thumb up and down over her turnout jacket. “I’m sorry” she cried out the second she looked him in the eye.

“For what?” he asked her while a confused look was written all over his face. “Ruining our wedding” she sobbed. Evan sighed in awe, how could she be thinking of her wedding when the number one priority right now was herself?

Just a minute.. that was all that it took for the weather to turn and throw her in some kind of bad film or her worst nightmare.

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“That went well, right?” Evan said as he closed the door of the car and locked it with the car keys. (Y/n) didn’t answer him and took the break of her wheelchair off and rolled herself over the threshold of their home. Evan just watched her rolling away from him as he slowly followed behind her.

They had just come home from one of the appointments of physiotherapy (Y/n) has twice a week. To treat her injuries, and train her muscles, but most importantly: to attempt to walk again.

The lightning strike had electrocuted her entire body, and touched her nervous system. While the fall off the top of the truck had damaged her spine. She could move her upper body, but from her waist down to the legs she was suffering from paralysis.

He went with her to almost all her appointments, if he could and wasn’t on shift. He wanted to be the shoulder to lean on or to cry on if she had to. He wanted to be a part of this journey, even if this was going to be hell on earth.

“Hey you okay?” Evan asks when he steps inside the house and closes the front door behind him. His eyes fell onto his fiance who was taking off her special gloves, which she got to protect her wounds and blisters, but also to give her more grip to push the wheels herself. Having everyone pushing you everywhere wasn’t going to make her happy.

She stayed silent as she put the gloves onto her lap, with her back still turned towards him. She didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not after the news she received.

Evan didn’t like the silent treatment, he never did. She only did this when they were fighting, or when she was upset. (Y/n) looked at the healing wounds on the palm of both her hands, as she softly let her fingers glide over the palm of her right hand, tracing the electrocution wound.

A sigh left his lips as he slowly came closer to his girlfriend. He stood in front of her as he kneeled down so he was on the same level as her. “What’s wrong?” He softly asked, his voice sounded almost broken.

Her eyes remained onto her wounds, as she emotionless kept tracing the same wound over and over again. He could sense that with every touch over those wounds, the spark in her eyes became less and less. As if she was losing herself.

Evan tries to make eye contact with her as he places his right and left hand onto her knee, folding both his hands over one another. “Please…” he sighed, knowing damn well what was going on. “Talk to me?” he begged her.

Her eyes kept being locked onto her hands. “What if.. all of the effort I put in to be able to walk again, won’t work..” she spoke silently, with a broken voice. Evan let out another soft sigh as he let both his hands wander and placed them carefully on both her thighs.

“All this work, and there still aren’t any results..” she said as he could hear her voice break, she was on the verge of breaking down. Evan went silent for a bit as the words she spoke broke little pieces off his heart. He wanted to react to it so badly, he wanted to tell her it was all going to be okay. But he didn’t want to give her false hope either.

“You just have to be patient.. and give it time, your ability to walk will come back. Im sure of it.” Evan tries to motivate her as he still keeps on trying to make her look at him, by using only his eyes. (Y/n) scoffed at Evan’s motivational speech. “Well, you may be the only one who thinks it will return.” she mumbled as she tried to look away from Evan.

Evan’s eyes narrowed at her reaction. “Okay, did something happen today? During your appointment?” he asks as he still tries to get her to look at him. Evan went with her, but wasn’t allowed to actually be in the room during the appointment. So he went and read some awful magazines -which probably didn’t get renewed much- they had in the waiting area.

“(Y/n).. look at me.” he said one more time. It took her a second, but then she found the courage to look her soon to be husband in the eyes. “And don’t even think about lying to me” he continued in a strict tone, as if he was talking to a child.

(Y/n) swallowed as she mentally prepared herself to tell Evan what happened. “We ran some tests. And he told me he wasn’t happy with the results.” her voice was trembling as if she was nervous to tell him the truth. ”He said he was doubting if I could walk ever again or hell even go back to work.” a tear slipped over her cheek as she quickly wiped it away with the side of her hand. She didn’t want to cry over it, but it was devastating news. How could she not cry over it?

“Oh baby…” the words fell off his lips like a whisper. He wanted to encourage her, but right now she needed to vent so it was best to just give her a shoulder to cry on. His thumbs gently rubbed up and down her thigh. “And.. I’m starting to think that he’s right.” she said as a voice crack took over her sound. “Maybe I’ll be stuck in this wheelchair forever, and we’ll never be able to do our first dance. Not the way I dreamed of all these years.” she cried as tears were running down her face.

Before Evan could think of what he was doing, he pulled her closer and locked his arms around her back. (Y/n) put her arms around his neck as she desperately sobbed with her face buried into his neck. She cried until there weren’t any tears left to cry. Evan could feel the fabric of his shirt sticking to his shoulder as a wet spot was created by her tears. “I’ll never be a firefighter ever again” she sobbed.

As soon as Evan heard her say that, he broke free from the state he has been in for the last few minutes, just letting his girlfriend cry onto his shoulder. His right hand wandered from her back towards her shoulder as he placed his left hand onto her cheek. “No.. You can’t think like that!” Evan said as he let his thumb cleared the wet strokes of tears from her cheek.

“I can’t do this..” she cried as she closed her eyes and shook her head. “But I’m tired Buck, it’s like i'm running towards the light at the end of a tunnel, but whenever I take a step, the light moves with it. It goes further away. ” she continued as she tried to help Evan imagine what it felt like, being stuck to that chair. (Y/n) placed her hand around Evan’s wrist of the hand that was connected to her cheek.

“Hey..I know it’s hard but we have to stay positive” Evan said. “Being a firefighter is my life! But I can’t do that while I’m stuck in this wheelchair! I want to do our first dance at our wedding, but not like this Buck!” she started to speak up louder. “And I know that, but that's why I said we have to stay pos-” Evan couldn’t even finish his sentence as he felt his hand being pulled down by hers, which was resting around his wrist. “Ugh! Would you stop saying that!” her loud voice echoed through the space of their home. She held her hands up as some kind of stop sign for Evan. ”You’re not the one who’s stuck to this wheelchair twenty four seven!” she said loud and clear as she tried to keep Evan on a distance from her.

She rolled herself backwards as she turned away from him. Arguing and being mad at him was easier if she wasn’t looking at him. “You are not the one who needs to constantly ask for help or the one who has been electrocuted or fell off a ladder truck!” she said, trying to calm herself down.

A silence filled the room as Evan got off his knees and stood up straight again. He has been where she is now. He knows for a part how much it sucks to not be able to do what you love the most, and being stuck at home. But she was right, he didn’t know what it felt like to be stuck to that chair, or not being able to walk no matter how hard you try and how much you want it.

Evan swallow was audible through the house, that’s how silent it was in the house. You could even hear a pin drop. “No, you’re right. I’m not that person..” he sighed as he leaned with his hands down onto the kitchen island in their house. ”But I am the one who almost lost my fiance when she was in the OR” he said as he looked her way, trying to get her attention.

He could see her head tilting to the side a little bit. She was still listening, even though she wasn’t looking. “You coded on the table.” he said as she could hear his voice practically breaking. A silence filled the room. “I was in that waiting room for hours, you were in the OR for hours. And when I saw that face of your doctor when he came through the doors, I almost thought I lost you.. again.” (Y/n) could only sense by the tone of his voice that he was struggling.

“And I didn’t tell you that, because I didn’t want to upset you. But I wanted you to have hope, because if you survived that.. I’m sure you can survive this too.” Evan tried to explain as he pushed his body from the kitchen counter.

Another silence.

Evan was ready to stop this conversation, to just.. walk away from it. But he didn’t have the heart to do it. He was sorry for her, that she has to go through all of this. Sorry for mother nature choosing the ladder truck as its target, with (Y/n) on top of it. It was just bad luck.

He could hear her breathing and hear her arms move, followed by a click of (y/n) taking the brakes off her wheels. (Y/n) turned the wheelchair so she was facing her fiance again. “You should’ve stopped me before I went up that ladder” she said, blood cold as she looked him in the eye.

Did she really still blame him for something he didn’t do? He understood she was angry, with herself, mother nature, physics, and Evan. A scoff left his lips as he let his hand run through his short curls.

He was thinking of what he should say next. He had so many words to say, and yet.. there weren’t any words popping up in his head. So he decided to go with the words he had already written.

A soft sigh left his mouth as he dropped his arm next to his body. “You want to know one thing that was written in my vows?” he asked carefully as he felt the tears trying to push their way out of the tear ducts.

(Y/n) looked him in the eye, an expression filled with confusion. She just blamed him for everything and he wants to talk about the wedding? About his vows?

“That no matter how hard life would get, I’d still be here.“ he said as his eyes connected once more with his, something that didn’t happen a lot during this conversation. Evan slowly moved forward, towards (Y/n). ”Whether you like it or not, I’ll be here in the good times and the bad ones.” he continued as he reached her wheelchair, and kneeled down in front of it.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached her level and took a breath. “You can try to push me away. But I’m not going anywhere. Because that’s what you do for someone you love so desperately.”

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(Y/n) felt the sunshine kissing her skin as she leaned with her head against the window of Evan’s Jeep while she was sitting in the passenger's seat.

“Where are we going again?” (Y/n) asked with an annoyed tone as she glanced at her fiance. Evan could feel her eyes burning into his skin, his eyes remained on the road as he quickly glanced at her in the corner of his eye. He just smirked, as a reaction and continued his focus on the road.

She rolled her eyes as she let her head fall against the window again, just to see the sidewalks and buildings around her flash by. She hated surprises, and not knowing what was planned. Evan didn’t ask her to come with him, he commanded it.

“Hey I’m back! How was your doctor's appointment?” Evan said loudly as he closed the front door behind him. He shrugs off his jacket as he places his jacket onto the backrest of one of the chairs, which were placed by the dining table. When he doesn’t receive an answer, he calls out her name again. “(Y/n)?” he repeated as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

No answer, again.

Once more, he called out her name and slowly entered the living room. She couldn’t have left the house, right? That was something she hated to do these past few months, especially now because of the wheelchair. When his eyes fell onto the wheelchair being parked next to the couch, his eyes wandered back to the couch which was in use by his girlfriend.

She looked like a corpse, lying completely silent.

Step by step Evan came closer to the back of the couch, his eyes burning into her back as he was trying to see if she was asleep or just staring into the deepness of their home.

“(Y/n)?” His soft voice called out her name, trying to see if she would react to him. The only sound running through his eardrums were her breathing sounds.

Evan reached the back of the sofa as he stood on his toes, trying to get a look of her eyes. Only to realize that they were wide open. She was zoned out. Her arms crossed over one another, looking like she was hugging or comforting herself.

“Baby?” his soft yet concerned voice sounded through the living room as he placed a hand down onto her arm. “Are you alright?” he continued. He knows she isn’t fine. She hasn’t been in weeks. Since she lashed out at him, it’s like some kind of switch has been flicked.

She hasn’t been to any of her physiotherapy sessions as she did before. Normally, she would’ve had appointments twice in the week. On Tuesday and Thursday. But at some point, she just stopped going. She wouldn’t answer the calls and texts of her friends and colleagues, and people were getting concerned. Buck was getting concerned.

It was like she was falling into a well and he was trying to keep her up with his strength, but he wasn’t strong enough. He never let go of her, but she did let go of him. Instead of holding on and locking her hands onto his wrists, she just suddenly let go. As if she was sick and tired, and was fine with everything.

Evan walked around the couch, gently placed her legs closer to the back of the couch and sat down on the sofa. “What’s going on (Y/n)?” he asked as he placed his hand onto the side of her thigh.

He waited patiently for an answer. “Have you ever thought about how life would’ve been if we did get married months ago?” she sighed. Part of him wanted to smile, he could already imagine seeing her walking down the aisle, reading their vows and saying their “I do’s”. “Everyday” he whispered as he slowly rubbed his hand over a small piece of her thigh.

“I just… wish my legs would start working with me instead of against me.” she said as she kept on looking into the deepness of their home. A sigh leaves his mouth, as an idea crosses his mind.

"Okay, that's it. Get up.” Evan says as he shoots up and points at her to get up. “What?” she says as she only moves her head to look up at her boyfriend. “Get up.” he commands her, but he gets nothing but an annoyed scoff back from her.

Evan places his hands on his hips as he waits for his fiancé to push herself up from the couch and move herself into her wheelchair. But she just goes back to the position she has been in for the last few minutes, maybe even hours.

A small okay fell from his lips as he placed his left arm on her lower back and his right arm under her knees, carrying her into her wheelchair. “Buck! No, no, no!” she groaned as she felt his arms underneath her body and before she knew it, she was being placed into her wheelchair and he was pushing her towards the front door.

“Where are we going?” she sighed annoyed, like a child that doesn’t get what she wants.

“We’re going for a ride.”

“Keep your eyes closed” Evan’s voice sounded through her ears as she was being pushed in her wheelchair. “Buck I really don’t-” she says as she gets cut off mid sentence. “Just wait for my sign” is the only thing Evan says as he keeps on pushing her wheelchair, maybe even going over a few thresholds. She could hear one of their favorite songs playing softly in the background.

“Okay and… open your eyes.” he says. (Y/n) uncovers her eyes and lets her eyes adjust to the lights that finally make their way into her eyes again. Evan smiles as he moves towards the middle of the space they were in.

They were in the ballroom where they were supposed to have their first dance in, filled with light strings, lighting up the room.

“Buck, what are we doing here?” she asks him, not amused.

He decides not to answer her question, at least not yet. He walks towards (Y/n) as he simply holds out his hand in front of her. “Take my hand” he softly says as his eyes connect with hers. “What?” she stumbles, unsure what to say.

Was he out of his mind? He was actually asking her to stand? After all these weeks of no sessions, and practice? “Am I speaking spanish? Take my hand.” he tells her again. He wanted her to try so bad. But he could see in her eyes that she was afraid. Afraid to fall.

She shook her head, “I…can’t” she says as she looks down to the ground. Evan squatted down so he could look her straight in the eyes. “Come on, I’ve seen you standing during the sessions. You can do this.” he tries to motivate her.

She shakes her head again as she starts looking around in the room they were in. There was no one else. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m here” he reassures her. Evan places his hand down onto hers as he softly squeezes her hand.

Her heart was beating like crazy, “Im scared” she whispers softly. “I’ve got you” he reacts as he pushes a lost strand of hair behind her ear again. Evan places his hand down onto her cheek. ”I won’t let you fall, I promise.” he continued.

Evan stayed at eye height, crouched in front of her. Hesitantly she looked at his hand which he was holding out to her again. A sigh rolled off her lips as she closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the sudden nerves.

She placed her left hand into his right hand, as a jitter made its way up her arm. Evan quickly got her feet off the little steps her legs and feet were resting on. Her feet were on the ground now, as he gently assisted her to stand straight upon her feet.

Her face was completely focussed onto her feet as soon as she was standing up straight. She couldn’t trust her legs, that’s why she keeps on looking at her legs. Evan smiles bright as he looks down and carries the weight she pushed down onto his hands.

Evan brings her hands towards his shoulder, as a sign for her to put her arms there and lean on him, like a real dance. When she gets the hint and places her hands onto his shoulders, his hands wander down her body to her lower back.

This whole time, they didn’t say a thing. (Y/n) places her head down onto Evan’s chest as she clung onto him like she could fall any moment. He places his warm red lips onto the top of her head and leaves a warm comforting kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” he whispers as he reeled her in. “I know it’s not the first dance you imagined..” he sighed.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you..” she said as she kept her head tight against his chest. “I’m not the best dancer, so maybe it’s for the better that we do it this way” Evan said as a grin was spread across his face. He could feel her body shaking because of the laughs she was letting out.

Evan pressed his lips into a thin line to suppress his laugh and swayed both their bodies from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

They were going to get through this, together.

#911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evanbuckley #imagine

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siri-ike · 10 days ago

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Space snacks

It had been a rough week. The GIW expanded their definition of "ghost," so Danny now had to protect almost three times as many beings from them. Vlad's been bitching about something. And worst of all his friends are gone. Tucker is in Georgia visiting his grandparents, Sam's attending a series of rich people parties, Dan and Dani went to Yosemite to haunt campers, and Jazz is looking at colleges with mom, and Danny can only spend so much time learning how to dissect a ghost with dad.

He needed a break. Danny stretched his arms and legs as far as they could reach. Clear open space in every direction meant no one was watching him, nothing could touch him, and, most importantly, he could see the stars. What few were out this early. He could stay up there forever. Really. It's not like he's alive or anything. Why doesn't he just stay up there? Away from all the humans who hunt him! Who leave him. Who move on as he's stuck, forever in Amity, forever 14, forever... dead.

Danny took a deep breath. He didn't need to. It was more just a habit.

Just then, something hit him. Bumped him? He turned around. It was... a balloon? It had a compartment attached. And a GoPro. Curious, Danny phased his hand into the box. He pulled out a pack of fruit snacks. It's like they know he was there.

Danny may not need to eat, but he's not above free fruit snacks.

As though having completed its objective, the balloon started its decent. Danny watched for a moment as it fell back to earth.

Maybe he doesn't have to leave humanity just yet. Maybe there's still goodness down there.

This story was based on this post.

#danny phantom #fanfic

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mindblowingscience · 7 months ago

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The Solar System's little pocket of the Milky Way is, interestingly enough, exactly that. Our star resides in an unusually hot, low-density compartment in the galaxy's skirts, known as the Local Hot Bubble (LHB). Why it's not called the Local Hot Pocket is anyone's guess; but, because it's an anomaly, scientists want to know why the region exists. Now a team of astronomers has mapped the bubble, revealing not just a strange asymmetry in the pocket's shape and temperature gradient, but the presence of a mysterious tunnel pointing towards the constellation Centaurus. The new data about the shape and heat of the bubble supports a previous interpretation that the LHB was excavated by exploding supernovae that expanded and heated the structure, while the tunnel suggests that it may be connected to another low-density bubble nearby.

#Science #Space #cosmology #astronomy #Physics #Supernova #stem

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lvmimis · 1 year ago

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cw: minors dni. smut. first time sex. literal breeding. sci-fi themed. female body parts for reader. izuku is bigger than reader. size kink if you squint.

The dynamics of the world as you knew it thousands of years ago are now gone, and ever since you awoke from cryogenic slumber just 24 hours ago, the next phase of humanity’s plan to continue to exist and expand through the stars is now in progress.

Repopulation.

The new Earth substitute you inhabit is practically devoid of humans and will need bodies, at least until enough of you can build robots to replace your physical labor. There are fifty of you in total, of reproductive age and of peak physical, intellectual and emotional ability (aggregate, with some compartments allowed to be lower than others), and you are assigned to partners based on your compatibility.

They call you terraforming partners. It’s a euphemism for mate. Your only job is to breed.

There are of course other departments to work in the colonizing efforts. Some of the selected fifty have double appointments in the repopulation department and in research and development, others in art and communications, still others in nutrition. You failed to select a secondary appointment prior to your assignment to this planet, and thus have the appointment of Propagator-09A.

It is time to meet your mate. Taking in a deep breath, you leave your quarters, housed in one of two L-shaped buildings surrounding the Nexus or central headquarters, and walk straight down the hall of the dorm building into the designated repopulation centers. These are where you will perform your duties.

The two of you will enter a dome-shaped building from opposite ends of the room. You’re not sure who awaits you on the opposite end of the door, just that they are sexually compatible with you, and pass other measures of compatibility based on a predetermined algorithm. This algorithm is not meant for love, not meant for marriage, just sex and reproduction. Will you two produce at least two minimum viable human children that can be turned over to the administration to be raised? That’s all that is asked of you, and that is what you are contracted to do -

... regardless of who will show up in the next few minutes.

The watch on your wrist monitors your heart rate and everything other than it, and it is starting to beep in concern of your rising heart rate. You suck air into your lungs and let it blow out of your nose.

Mates are not allowed to hurt you. They are to watch for your comfort, as you are to watch for theirs, they are to stop if you’re not ready, and you are allowed to leave at any time. They are meant to fit you perfectly, and you were specific enough in your application to explain how you liked to be held and pleased.

This will be okay, you tell yourself. It will all be okay.

The door slides upwards into the apex of the dome, and you step into your new home away from home, at presumably the same time as your mate. Marching straight into the center of the room, your eyes lowered to the ground to steady yourself, you don’t notice that the man on the opposite end has not yet begun to move, and when you look up finally once you’ve reached the center, you see him for the very first time, and his cheeks are tinted with the deepest of blushes.

The young man’s lips are parted wide, his hands balled into loose fists at his side as if he didn’t know what to do with them. Immediately, you recognize him from the debriefing session just prior to the cryogenic freezing and the young man - tall, handsome, far too talkative with a voice gentler than expected for a man of his stature but in keeping with his softened but still masculine facial features - seems to hang in the frame of the door, transfixed. Not one word comes out of his mouth. You notice the top of his head, covered in mossy green curls, just barely grazes the top of the door, remembering that the domes have much lower ceilings than the buildings back home.

“Hi,” you eke out, then quickly add, “watch your head.”

Your voice is smaller than usual as you offer him a slightly nervous, strained smile, and he looks as though a shock runs through his body as you speak to him, bumping his head anyway as he walks in despite your warning. You raise your eyebrows, and he laughs just as nervously before meeting up to you.

Standing just inches apart, he scratches his neck, and the pink beneath his freckles still hasn’t abated, but at least now he can talk.

“Sorry about that haha, I’m… I just didn’t realize you’d be so pretty.”

Your own face deeply warms at those words. He’s easy on the eyes too, and you’re thankful for it, but he doesn’t need to charm you as easily as he does.

Shy yourself, you’re at a loss for words to reply, even thank you failing to be generated. He notices the silence, and quickly fills in the space.

“I’m Izuku. Izuku Midoriya… uh, your terraforming partner. Nice to meet you.”

His hand stretches out to shake yours, and you shake it. It’s larger, warm, and heavily calloused. You wonder what type of work he does, before the mission or now that he’s on this planet with you. With those broad shoulders and impressive biceps of his, you figure it could be something manual, but he’s always sounded quite intelligent so perhaps the muscles are more for show.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m ___.”

As if on cue, once you’ve introduced yourselves, the doors slide down behind the both of you, closing you in. There’s a loud click, and then the pod announces that it’s moving underground, and you steady yourself as gravity shifts. Your partner’s hands extend reflexively to hold you to prevent you from falling, but he’s careful not to touch you unless the motion is invited.

The pod settles onto solid ground again.

The space isn��t small, but it’s not large either, and while it’s mostly monotone, a smattering of whites and beiges and glass, many of the surfaces are soft and plush. A large, round bed with many pillows, a glass panel that doubles both as a window and a screen is across from it. When you try the window, you realize your pod hasn’t moved completely underground, and you can still see the suns’ rays in the afternoon. You’d heard that the pods are set up this way for insulation. For heat, and for… sound.

You look towards Izuku again. His back is turned from you and he’s looking around the pod as well, examining every corner and crevice, his fingers rubbing his chin as he thinks. He’s a caricature of a thoughtful person, you think, soon distracted by the way his shirt hangs over the muscles of his back. He stretches for a moment, and you see the muscles flex under the thin fabric. Something stirs in your chest, then you look away quickly, deciding to search through the closets.

These algorithms hit the nail on the head when it comes to your type, you hate to admit.

Poring through the closets and drawers reveals all manners of lingerie and loungewear, as well as a few very specific costumes that seem to be for roleplay. Your face warms as you see a set of angel wings, and a bunny leotard, then you glance at him, wondering if these are the types of things he’s into. When you see the gladiator suit hung neatly right next to it, you can feel your blood run cold.

Yes, it’s what you’re into.

There’s a fridge in the center of the room with protein drinks, meal replacement shakes, fresh fruit, wine, chocolate and other sweets, as well as a call button for meals. Cutlery and dishes find themselves in another drawer, along with a small table spread and two chairs that appear at the click of a button in the wall. A makeshift fireplace.

Anything to set the mood.

Pornography in abundance. Dirty comics. You and Izuku both stare in awe at the sheer collection of spank material, then look at each other, and can’t help but laugh.

They really prepared for everything.

By the time you’ve looked at everything, your stomachs are growling. You share a meal together in polite conversation, which turns into friendly banter, laughter, and then soon, back into pregnant silence as you realize the sun is setting, and you remember there not on a date, not to become friends but for a purpose.

The ability to delay the inevitable is now being lost, and eventually you’re both acutely aware of the body that occupies the same space. Izuku looks up at you, clears the plate before him, and broaches the subject first.

“Have you ever-”

“Yes,” you lie.

“Oh.”

He looks down for a second, then looks up at you. You wonder if he’s disappointed, but soon he adds, “I’m sorry if I can’t meet up to expectations but I’m willing to learn how to make you feel good.”

Your stomach twists for a moment, but you offer a smile. He looks sincere, no waver in those bright, green eyes, and it warms you. The two of you clear away the dishes soon, and Izuku tells you he’ll be careful with your body, once clothing has been stripped away, and the two of you are bare and facing each other.

You don’t know what that will entail before he touches you, but the inevitable attraction you have towards him, the magnetic draw that he has to your body, informs you soon. Your lips meet, you on your tip-toes, and his arms reaching carefully around his waist. The first kiss is reticent, soft and anxious, the second is hungry, the third is greedy. His tongue tastes everything your mouth has to offer, yours fights to get its share as well. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, as your chest presses against his. Your hearts beat in time with each other. Thump, thump.

Izuku’s skin smells like spring water and freshly cut grass, and is soft and warm to the touch; his weight against yours is a comfort you’ve needed your whole life. His breath against your skin, soft kisses along your collarbone, between your breasts, over your lower belly, and finally culminating with his mouth laying over your clit makes your body buzz. He whispers something about reading that you cumming first will make you accept him better, but the way he eats you out hungrily makes you think that it’s less tactical and more for the pleasure of it. He’s good with his fingers, too, thick and deep in your crevices, gentle but purposeful.

The act of copulation can be such a solemn, resolute affair, but for you two it’s a new dance, where your bodies open up to each other in concert. Your bodies press and join together, your mouths each swallowing the other’s gasps as he enters you, as you take all of him in. You feel like heaven, he feels like paradise; the ebb and flow between you is perfect, unending. The sun sets without your notice because all you can see is each other.

Unconquered territory is discovered inch by inch, from inside out. Izuku makes your toes curl, your heart skip several beats as you cry out his name, even if you’ve just learned it moments ago. It’s a job, but the pleasure seems almost sinfully indulgent.

And you’re both extremely hard workers by nature.

Breathless by the time he’s filled you to the brim, you have to remind each other that you don’t have to be pregnant at this very moment. He pulls out of you reluctantly, and your body tries to hold onto him, but all good things must come to an end, even if temporarily.

“Are you okay?” he whispers over your knees.

You’re better than okay, full of affection and hope, flooded in hormones. You nod, Izuku offers a kiss to both your kneecaps as he applies just enough pressure with a forearm to keep your folded position. Parts of his semen slips out of you and he asks you if he can, and when you nod, cheeks warm and breathing steady, pushes the slippery substance back into your body with two fingers.

A timer goes off and he sighs, laying down beside you.

“Testing is at the end of the week,” he muses. He’s staring at the ceiling. You want to reach over to him, but it feels too intimate for a first meeting, even if he’s been in your guts, even if he’s planting himself forever into you.

“Yeah.”

“I think we can do it,” he adds. Your worn out body warms, wanting more already.

It’s just a job, you remind yourself. It’s work, not play. Duty, not love.

“Me too.”

Izuku turns to look at you, and he’s so earnest and sweet, you can practically imagine you are lovers, instead of biologically matched mates, and that rather than this transient mission, you’ll be together for the rest of your lives.

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut #daydreams: bnha #deku smut #mimi's notes

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bregflr · 1 year ago

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Pilots assigned for the Zheng Assault Unit have a lot of cred amongst the crew of the Minas Gerais, and that translates to their freedom to customize their frames, with the exception of the Expanded Compartment System

#art #my art #lancer rpg #anime art #lancer ttrpg #mecha #mecha art #lancer #Lancer Zheng

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infinitehench · 1 year ago

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The Final Shape for Destiny 2 is the greatest expansion to expand anything that's ever been expandable and sure I will take questions I'm happy to help if I can

You ever expand one of those backpacks that has some buttons or a zipper on a hidden compartment to double its size or whatever? Final Shape is a better expansion

You ever go back to IKEA to buy an addition for your bookshelf to store more crap? Final Shape is a better expansion

Ever use an accordion? Sorry, Final Shape expanded better

Ever write a more thorough argument for your idea at work or school because an authority told you it needed to be expanded to make sense? I'm sure your did great, but... Final Shape better

Ok but seriously The Final Shape is absolutely spectacular. If you've ever been curious about Destiny or were waiting to come back, it's a perfect time to come be a magic-slinging space wizard. It's easy to catch up on the story with an in-game cinematic when you boot it up, and there's another one in the upper right of Destinations tab. YouTube is also a thing. Plus, all your gear got bumped to the current base level of 1900, and good-to-great weapons are easier than ever to get or craft. All the old sunset gear got un-sunset. You have no more excuses!

Seriously, favorite game of all time. Some of my best gaming memories with friends in raids and dungeons. I will personally tutor you through this game if that's what it takes. I'm not joking, I've guided dozens if not over a hundred raids and dungeons at this point and gotten tons of thumbs up. Besides, I'm unemployed right now, LOL.

The Final Shape for U.S. president 2024

Wait... maybe that doesn't come off right. WHATEVER COME PLAY DESTINY WITH US

#Destiny 2 #The Final Shape #Destiny 2 The Final Shape #favorite game #best expansion

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aventurineswife · 4 months ago

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𝟎𝟐 — 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧?

The train hummed steadily beneath your feet, its rhythmic motion soothing but unsettling in its monotony. The world outside was a blur of stars and shifting cosmic winds, but inside the Astral Express, there was only the muted noise of machinery and the occasional soft footstep. You tried to focus on the present, but your mind kept drifting back to your home—your planet, the chaos, the eruption of the Stellaron. It all felt so distant now, so fragmented. Nothing made sense, and the harder you tried to piece things together, the more elusive the truth became.

"Here," Welt’s voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. He gestured toward a small, open compartment at the end of the hallway. "You should sit down. It'll be a while before we reach the next safe zone."

You nodded, though the sense of unease in your stomach refused to fade. The walls of the train seemed to pulse, almost alive, as if the train itself were aware of the tension in the air. You walked in, and the soft chime of the train’s systems settling in the background did little to calm the restless thoughts swirling in your head.

March entered shortly after, her usual energy subdued by the grim atmosphere. She placed a hand on the back of the chair beside you, biting her lip in uncertainty. "So... you don’t remember anything?" she asked hesitantly, the words laced with an odd mixture of curiosity and empathy.

"I remember... fragments," you murmured, your voice still weak. "A city, people screaming. The Stellaron. My world... it’s gone, isn’t it?"

March shifted uncomfortably, casting a glance at Welt. He avoided your gaze for a moment before speaking, his tone measured but heavy with the weight of truth.

"Yes," he said softly. "The Stellaron outbreak devastated your planet. It's spreading faster than we anticipated. We’re moving you away from the epicenter, but we’re still not out of danger." He paused, letting the weight of the words sink in. "You’re safe here for now, but there’s no guarantee for what’s coming next."

You swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising panic in your chest. "Is there anyone left?" The question burned your throat, raw and desperate. It was the one thing you needed to know, the one thing that would give you some kind of peace.

Welt hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. "We don’t know. The situation’s too unstable, and our scanners can only show so much. The Stellaron’s influence warps reality, makes things difficult to track."

The silence that followed was suffocating. The more you tried to grasp onto reality, the more it slipped through your fingers.

“Anyway," March broke the silence, her voice faltering but determined, “we’ll figure this out. We’re here for you.”

Before you could respond, the quiet man from earlier, stepped in. His presence was like a shadow, always calm and unyielding. He moved toward Welt, eyes scanning you before locking onto him with a quiet understanding.

“We’ve analyzed the data from the last scan,” he said, his tone steady and precise. “The Stellaron’s reach is expanding at an alarming rate. If we don’t find the source soon, it could spiral beyond our control.”

Welt nodded gravely. "I know. We’re looking into it, Dan Heng, but..." His voice trailed off as he glanced at you, as though uncertain whether or not to include you in their concerns. "We don’t have much time."

March shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flicking between the two men. “What exactly are we up against?” Her tone was laced with the familiar bravado, but there was a palpable uncertainty in her eyes. “Is there a way to stop this?”

“We don’t even know where it came from yet,” Dan Heng said bluntly, his eyes betraying no emotion. "All we know is that we’ve tracked its movements to the edge of the affected zone, but it’s still unclear what or who is responsible."

You listened, your mind racing, trying to make sense of it all. The Stellaron, an unknown source, the fading memories of your planet—nothing connected. It felt as though you were standing on the precipice of something vast and unknowable, and every step forward only deepened the mystery.

As if on cue, the train lurched slightly, the hum of the engines intensifying as the air around you shifted. The subtle vibrations underfoot grew stronger, reverberating through the walls like a distant, approaching storm.

Welt tensed. "What was that?"

Dan Heng's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes narrowed as he studied the walls. "I’m not sure. Something’s off." He turned to you, his gaze piercing, as though searching for something hidden behind your confusion. "Do you feel that?"

The tug you’d been sensing earlier, that invisible force pulling at you from somewhere far beyond the walls of the train, became more pronounced. It was faint, but undeniable. Something, or someone, was reaching out to you, its presence growing stronger by the second.

"I… I don’t know," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Dan Heng stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you. “Focus. If you can feel it, it might be tied to what’s happening. The Stellaron’s influence isn’t just physical—it warps minds too. You might be connected to something that can help us understand this.”

Your pulse quickened, and the air around you seemed to thrum with energy. The hum of the train intensified, and the walls shimmered as if responding to the tension building within you. The sensation became overwhelming, a flood of images flashing in your mind—chaos, a vast cosmic force, and something dark, lurking in the distance.

"Whatever it is," Welt said, his voice low but firm, "we need to find out what it wants."

The train’s vibrations suddenly spiked, causing the lights to flicker. The force pulling at you reached a crescendo, and before you could react, the air in front of you rippled, distorting, warping as if reality itself were bending. Something—or someone—was coming through.

A shadowed figure appeared at the far end of the compartment, its outline barely visible against the shifting air. It moved toward you with deliberate slowness, its presence filling the room with a sense of dread and uncertainty. And in the brief, distorted silence, you heard a voice—faint, almost like a whisper—speak your name.

The walls trembled again, and the strange figure’s outline flickered, as though it were both part of the present and something from another world entirely.

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