#I’m so glad they included the sometimes you just got to jump and hope you’re not standing on a cliff line

[abooklover]

Alex is stronger than me because if I just came out to my dad who then convinced me to spill my heart out to the love of my life, which I did while lying on a pontoon in the middle of a lake only for said love of my life to literally roll off of it to escape the conversation and then fly out of the country I think I would die on the spot. But no Alex Claremont-Diaz is like no siree, I love you and I’m gonna fly across a fucking ocean to tell you that.

[experimentfae]

Actor au! Wally x GN human! Reader (3)

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You looked over to see poppy “you must be (y/n)? Am I right?” You felt surprised you didn’t think you weren’t going to meet another so soon “yeah I am and I’m sure you’re poppy.” She chuckled “yeah I’m hard to miss dearie aren’t I, oh! I wanted to welcome you formally with my baked goods.”

She smiled showing her little lunchbox cake she made that said ‘welcome home.” “Wow that you so much how do I even repay you.” She smiled warmly “no need you’re part of our flock now.”

This made you smile “thank you poppy that is you’re real name right?” She chuckled in return “of course all of us keep our names but don’t blame you for asking.” Ok now you just felt silly.

“Mrx (last name) are you ready for you’re makeup.” Both you and poppy jumped a little by the makeup artist “oh right uh yes I’m ready I’ll see you later poppy.” Poppy nodded her head “I’ll be off my way then dear.” Now it only left you and you’re makeup artist.

“No worry mrx.(last name) when it comes to makeup it’s second nature.” The makeup artist assured, you smiled “that’s good to know I guess let’s get started.”

After nine minutes she was finished “there ya go and you’re all set mrx.(last name).” “Thanks you are?” “I’m Giselle nice to meet you, I’ll let you head out to set.” She said in a hurry while getting her stuff and walking out.

“Oh… she left already… welp better get out of the room.” You headed out and walked until you saw the set.

“Over here (y/n)!” You heard Eddie calling for you and you looked to see all the welcome home members including Wally darling himself.

You walked over to them “so you’re (y/n)! I have heard rumors that a human will be joining us, but I didn’t believe it be true at first.” Admitted sally “yeah imagine being the one taking the role.” You replied with a chuckle which made sally laugh in return.

“Well I’m glad we have a new member nice to meet ya.” Julie came and shakes your hand In enthusiasm “it’s nice to meet you too Julie.” You meet the other members, you already know poppy and Eddie, the last one you haven’t meet officially is Wally.

You looked to see him drinking his coffee seeming to not want to be around you and the group, “we will be seeing you at the stage (y/n) the others left which left you two, so you decided to walk up and introduced yourself.

“Hi I’m (y/n) I’m- “no need to formalities I always saw you at rehearsals despite what I said they still allowed you here typical.” He spoke with a sharp glare towards you “I what.” This made him chuckle “mediocre acting and dumb just lovely, just don’t get in my way, got that?” He growled if glares can kill you, you would be dead on the spot.

“I… sure.” You looked down not wanting to cause a commotion “good… now let’s start with the show.” He left not looking back “I can’t believe I have to work with that guy.” You said to yourself but you decided to suck it up and do your job.

You walked up the director “hey I wanted to know if I use my real name?” “Of course it’s to give the feel of closeness and familiarity for the children if that makes any sense, also because everyone else is using there real names so why not.”explained the director “If you say so.” You agreed

“Ok places everyone!” Spoke the director everyone went to there places “ok…1…2 and Action!”

“Hello neighbors you all will be so excited to know that a… New neighbor is coming!” Wally announced “I can’t wait for them to come! I hope they love playing office! Julie cheered “I’m sure they will Julie.” Assured Eddie seeming equally excited.

“Oh here they come now.” Stated Wally as he pointed to the moving truck that came next to the new home placed in the neighborhood. “Wow what a lovely home.” Said Julie as she admired the new home. “Never saw that house before.” Spoke Eddie “sometimes that happens when a new neighbor comes to welcome home.” Answered wally “But I heard that this neighbor is very special.” Wally mentioned, and in cue you came out of the moving van.

“Oooohhh a human?! We never had a human come here before!” Julie was more amazed then before “yeah that is a first.” Agreed Eddie “let’s greet our new neighbor.” Replied Wally as the three of them came towards you.

You begin opening the back of the truck and was going to take out the boxes until you noticed three figures come towards you. “hello I want expecting company so soon.” You admitted “well we came here to welcome you into the neighborhood.” Spoke an orange puppet “let us introduce ourselves, I’m Eddie dear.” “I’m Julie joyful.” “I’m Wally darling.”

“Well I’m (y/n) (l/n) thank you for welcoming me to the neighborhood.” You then turn you’re attention to the screen “and hello new neighbors, I’m happy you welcomed me into your neighborhood.”

“No need to thank us it’s what we’re supposed to do.” Replied Julie “still sadly not everyone see it that way.” You stated looking back at the truck “do you need help with the packages?” Questioned Eddie “no it’s ok you guys don’t need to help.” You assured. “No really it’s what good neighbors do.” Replied Eddie and begin taking a box.

“Look neighbors howdy is coming over.” Spoke Wally then howdy came into view “well howdy I’m… well Howdy pillar.” He spoke towards you chuckled at that “oh I already know why you laughing, I get that a lot.” He laughed back “sorry it’s hard to miss that, especially when you say it.” You joked This made everyone in the group laugh.

“Well I’m here to help and welcome you to the neighborhood besides I have so much arms I was made for moments like this!” He stated while beginning to grab some boxes “thank you all so much.” “You’re welcome (y/n).” They all said in unison.

Timeskip inside your home amazed that they got all the boxes into the home in a fast amount of time, “wow without you guys I’m sure most of my boxes will still be waiting in the truck.” They smiled “I’m glad we were such a help.” Spoke Wally as he placed down a small box.

A knock came through the door, you opened to see a blue dog “heya new kiddo I’m Barnaby B. beagle and you?” “I’m (y/n).” “Great just wanted to drop by poppy wanted show up but she couldn’t so she had me deliver you these.” Barnaby showed you a cake roll that’s said welcome on top of “wow this look delicious, gotta meet the lovely women who made these.” You stated “actually lovely HEN just like my mother.” Replied Barnaby.

“Oh well I would love to meet the lovely hen someday, after I’m done organizing everything.” “Sounds like a plan.” Spoke Eddie “you guys should see me juggle these small boxes I have done it before.” Boasted Barnaby “wow really?” You asked “no way he’s lying.” Spoke a new puppet you looked to see standing at the open door “huh guess of I forgot to close it.” You said.

“Seems so new neighbor, “I’m frank frankly and you are?” “I’m (y/n).” “Nice to meet you and as I said, barnaby you must be lying never seen you do it.” Frank emphasizes “just because you haven’t seen it Mr.Grumpy doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” Argued Barnaby “don’t ever call me that, and go ahead prove it.”

“Alright for the new neighbor I’m putting on a rare act in this very moment.” Barnaby announced while grabbing three small boxes. “Wait I think there are important stuff I- you got interrupted with him starting his act.

You all watched as he begin to juggle “I knew you can juggle the mini boxes!” Said Julie “wow cool talent Barnaby.” I spoke “I have many talent’s kid- seemed like Barnaby lost his balance because he dropped on box on his head while the two feel on the ground.

Which made everyone laugh until the boxes opened except the one of barnaby’s head “what are those neighbor?” Asked Wally “I was right they are important, these are my family photos.” “Family photos?” Questioned Wally “yeah it’s photos you take with family and loved ones.” You answered “oh I think I have those.” He questioned himself “let’s help clean this up especially you barnaby.” Demanded frank

“Alright, alright I’m helping.” All your new neighbors including you, thankfully it was quick. “Alright we finished that mess now I gotta offer you guys some of my roll cake.” “It’s ok neighbor I do- you interrupted howdy “nuh huh mr.Caterpillar I’m giving you all one a piece of roll cake, I would offer you guys something I made but, I have to go to get the stuff I need.”

“Ok.” Shrugged howdy “I’m not saying no can’t wait to try poppy’s cake!” Cheered Julie “poppy is a fantastic baker, oh and me (y/n) should bake with her one of these days she loves company especially for cooking.” Suggested Frank “yeah that would be cool.” You agreed.

You all ate cake, while Wally ate with his eyes this got you super confused “no worry you get used to it.” Eddie assured you “thank you neighbors for joining us on this special episode, we will get to know our lovely new neighbor (y/n) more in the future.” Spoke Wally

“I would love to get to know you all more, have a glorious day.” You spoke to the audience giving a small wave with a bright smile.

The camera pans slowly away to the welcome home logo and we heard the director says Cut, Wally immediately stopped eating and walked away “Janet get me some water now.” He demanded, Janet begrudging went to get water.

“So you’re first episode how are you feeling?” The director asked “I feel amazing I didn’t think I would enjoy it so much.” You admitted “looks like a star is born.” Is all he replied before he left to get his assistant to get him the next episode’s scripts.

This left you by yourself walking to you’re dressing room, it’s hard to believe the Wally that was on stage with you was not the same Wally in real life, I guess it would be misleading due to the names.

You just hope you don’t get any more on his bad side already

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[ask-the-phan-site]

Phan Cam: Heart to Heart and Hand in Hand

>December 25, Christmas Day...

>Chrono Rabbit in Akihabara.

Alright, everyone, all together...

Happy Holidays!

>My parents and their friends, including Panther’s parents, rented out the entire restaurant for a Christmas party for us Phantom Thieves and some of our other friends.

Thank you, Dad, for this party.

Jonny: You’re welcome. It’s just a shame Adi had his own plans.

Yeah, same for Makoto. They and the rest of the Future Avengers went to a Holiday party up in Attilan. Mom went with ‘em.

It’s not so bad. Me and Pete still came. We wanted to give you our gifts in person.

Skull: (feeling a little happy) Thanks, Harry.

But Makoto did get you a nice gift before he left.

Skull: Yeah, prime seats for an upcoming soccer game. Nothing World Cup since they’re finished, but still a good game.

Okay, enough small talk. It’s present time.

Skull: Whoa, girl. There’s still a few more guests comin’.

Really? I thought those two kids were the last ones to show. (points his thumb at Lavenza and Jose)

I am aware that there are more guests coming. Most of them were invited here by the best friend of the Trickster and one family was invited by girl who makes art with her movements.

I hope they get here soon. I was told they would be in Tokyo because his father’s pen pale lives here.

I still can’t believe you invited that kid and his family over here.

Violet: Please be nice, Dad. It’s Christmas. What do you have against him, anyway? He’s such a nice young man.

Violet’s Father: I still think you’re a little too young to be in a relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I like him. He even comes from a military family. I guess after all this time... I still think of your sister.

Violet: I know, Dad, I miss her, too. But you have to trust me. I can’t stay in the nest forever.

Violet’s Father: I know. Just be careful. I still want to see you as often as I like.

Violet: I know, Dad.

>There was a knock on the door.

Violet: I think that’s them. They said they were close by and would arrive soon.

>With that, Aunt Erica answers the door.

We’re here, everyone!

Hey, the Hausers are in the house!

You don’t have to announce us like that.

Violet: We’re just happy you could make it.

Yeah, I guess.

Don’t tell me you’re still shy, honey. And it looked like you two had so much fun at the Gateway Arch.

Mr. Hauser: (laughing a bit) To be fair, Connie, it was just them at the time.

>Vince was getting a little embarrassed and Violet couldn’t help but smile which made him smile too... which lead to Violet’s father giving him a glare... which earned him a glare from Mr. and Mrs. Hauser... and the sudden sound of someone jumping in after the Hausers.

You’re plus one, I take?

Duke: Yeah, he just happened to be in the neighborhood.

Snake Eyes: ...

Violet: Anyway, I’m so glad you’re all here. Mr. Hauser, is your pen pal joining us, too?

Mr. Hauser: No. He said he wanted to, but he said that he and his brother who he hasn’t seen in a long time have a lot of Christmases to catch up on. But they said they might join us for New Years.

(whispering) He’s probably here to discuss that thing from you were talking about at the school festival.

>There was another knock on the door... Whoever was there was really big.

Skull: That’d be my guests. Let ‘em in.

Fair warnin’, you may wanna brace yourselves.

>Erica answers the door... She gasps a bit, but stands her ground and let’s Skull’s guests in.

Nothing can be more nice than spending Christmas with good friends and family... Even though I’m sometimes bad company.

>Alexander Paine, Skull’s father, and his newly reacquainted gang members, Spydah and Flesh, had arrived... However, Flesh was having trouble fitting through the door.

(laughing) Guess they didn’ thought about you comin’, big boy!

Shut it, Roger!

I’ve got it.

>Panther twirls her finger and the door magically expands enough for Flesh to squeeze through and get inside. Once he did, the door returned to normal.

Panther: I should thank Bloom and Tecna for that interior design spell. Bloom said it really comes in handy when she’s helping Mike and Venessa at their house or the flower store. I even used it to help fix up the apartment every now and again.

Joker: (taking notes in the new dairy with the magic pen) You should teach me that, too. Maybe I can use it to redecorate the attic for me and Yusuke.

May I request extra space to set up my art station? That way, I don’t have to pack up my supplies every night before we go to bed or if we have guest and have to set up the table.

Hey, while you’re at it, why not do the whole café? Maybe fix up the bathroom. Extra points if you add one of those diner stools at the counter or replace the booth seats’ upholstery with Corinthian leather... I’m just joking. Don’t do anything to the café without at least making sure it’s okay with me... But seriously, do you think you can fix up the bathroom?

Oracle: I understand. It looks like it’s seen better days. I think the sinks clogged and the toilet keeps leaking big time.

TMI, Futaba. TMI.

Queen: I can’t believe you invited those three.

Skull: I know. But it’s Christmas and Mom said I should really give him another chance.

Paine: Indeed. Even I have to respect the truce that is this holiday.

????: But just in case, that’s why we came.

>We saw that A.T.O.M. had also arrived.

Paine: Manning, it’s been awhile.

Actually, last week, we stopped you three from trying to stealing a mind-enhancing helmet that you were going to use to spread your pain around.

Paine: ... Fair enough.

Really, old man?

Paine: ... I’m a villain. What do you want from me?

Skull: Yeesh, I’m beginnin’ to think Goro was right about invintin’ Axel and the others.

Crow: Yes. Just in case Paine, Spydah, or Flesh didn’t try anything, we would ask the team who dealt with them more times than anyone could count to keep them in line to ensure this party goes without a hitch.

(sorry, Hawk, but this was the only picture I could find) With me around, every party goes without a hitch.

As long as you don’t go flirting with every pretty girl you meet.

>We couldn’t help but laugh a little at that while Hawk just glared at King.

Skull: Anyway, I’m glad you guys could make it. I’m surprised your families were cool with it.

Thanks to Lioness’s mom, they’re not far.

They’re staying at the Wilton Hotel. We thought a trip to Tokyo for the Fight Before Christmas Tournament, Christmas, and New Years would be the perfect gift for them.

That’s nice of you and your mother, Lioness chan. We should spend New Years with them while we can.

Lioness: I’ll let her know.

Speaking of the Fight Before Christmas, for those of you hadn’t got the results yet, here they are.

Joker: I still can’t believe I didn’t make it.

Queen: But at least you made it out of the First Round.

Joker: That’s true. And congrats on making it to 3rd Place.

Duke: We didn’t get to see the tournament. We know Joe Akamine is the champ, did Yuki finally beat his rival?

Queen: Well... No. In the end Joe remains the champion. But I don’t think Yuki is done. He’ll try again next year, I know it.

Admin: Not unless Soul Taker gets to him before he does.

Spydah: (confused) What’s with the shades, kid? (takes Admin’s sunglasses with one of his “appendages”)

Hey, give those back, they’re mine! Roger kun, I mean it!

Spydah: (getting a little upset about being called his real name) The name’s Spydah!

Lioness: Just do as he says, Spydah.

>Spydah, not wanting to start anything, gives Admin back his sunglasses.

Admin: (putting his shades back on) Thank you.

Peter: (shaking his head) You give arachnids a bad name.

Spydah: Hmph!

Joker: Calm down, we just want this party to go on without any problems.

I’m beginning to regret coming here today. I only came to give my contribution to the party. I bought a many boxes as I could.

Turkish Delight on a(n almost) moonlit knight.

Turkish Delights. I haven’t had any in a long time. Me and my father used to have them every Christmas.

Roderick: Even though I already made so much for the dessert table. Still, it’s a great gift. Thanks, Abul.

Abul: You’re welcome, my friend.

>Another knock comes from the door. Aunt Erica answers it.

I heard there’s a party here.

Fox: I’m so glad you could come.

Flesh: (surprised) Wow! I didn’t know you guys know Taro Kitano.

Taro: I’m Yusuke’s old man... And I’m not alone.

>Suddenly, Snake Eyes unsheathes his sword and runs to the entrance of the restaurant...

KLANG!

>The sound of metal could be heard.

Taro: (grabbing Snake Eyes’s arm) Relax, Silent Pajamas, he’s with me.

>Snake Eyes puts his sword back as Taro’s plus one come in with him.

I come all the way back to Japan to spend the Holidays with relatives and I’m greeted by an Arashikaga ninja.

Axel: And I thought Dragon was like that.

Fox: It’s nice for you to be here, Ojisan.

Goemon: It was not easy, but I am here now.

Joker: If you’re here, does this mean my favorite cousin is close by?

Goemon: (shaking his head) He and Jigen have their own Holiday plans this year... Mostly Jigen chasing him chasing Fujiko. I last saw them in the Sahara Desert.

Joker: Well that’s a shame. Maybe another time.

Paine: (a sadistic look on his face) I agree... And I have a few choice words for him about his father and grandfather.

Axel: (face palms himself) Really?

Goemon: I’m not going to ask for the sake that it is the Holidays.

Jonny: It’s so good to see you two again, Taro, Goemon.

Taro: Yes. And we’ll be family soon.

>Me and Fox smile as we hold hands lovingly.

Skull: (smiling) I can’t wait for when we get married.

(also holding Skull’s hand lovingly) As if we weren’t already from what I’ve heard.

Peter: (also smiling) Don’t we know.

Harry: (also holding Peter’s hand lovingly with a smile) You said it.

>Another knock was on the door and it was answered.

Heard there was a party going on. Thought we drop in.

Oracle: You guys made it!

>Team Core-Tech and Six come inside.

Joker: It’s good to see you guys again.

Same here. It’s been way too long.

I am still pretty new to how these Holiday parties go. I think they may not be the same as the ones we have back home. Even if our worlds are similar.

Really? How did you celebrate it before?

It’s mostly just traveling and trying to stop Eklipse. I think we had fudge once.

You remember the fudge, Bren. The rest of us just exchanged whatever gifts we could find.

Noir: That sound complicated.

Chase: Not really. But it does get a little boring after a while.

Queen: Well, hopefully this will be a nice change of pace.

This will probably be the first actual Christmas I’ve celebrated.

Bren: Am I even going to ask how Dr. Klipse celebrates the Holidays?

Dax: Probably best not to know, mate. Or we might never sleep at night again.

Paine: Do as he says, boy. Don’t ask questions that you’ll regret knowing the answers to.

If that’s everyone... This is everyone, right?

(panicking) Nope, everyone’s here. I’m here. You’re here. We’re all here. No one else is coming. Let’s get this party going.

Is something the matter, Vincent? You’ve been panicky all day.

Joker: Yeah. We haven’t seen you spazz out this much since... Wait, don’t tell me...

Vincent: (sighs) I checked my email this morning... She’s in Tokyo now.

Does she know we’re here?

Vincent: I don’t know. She said she was staying with a “friend” in Ikebukuro. I have no idea who it is, but I have a very bad feeling about this.

Rin: Do you think we should cancel?

Joker: No, I think she wants us to show her she still has power over Uncle Vincent. We’ll continue. But let’s keep our eyes open.

>Then, there was a knock on the door that made the three of us jump a bit.

Boss: (laughing) I don’t know what’s got you three so jumpy. It’s just my guests.

Oracle: You invited someone?

Boss: Pretty much. Let them in.

>With that, Erica answers the door.

Albert: We’re here!

Franz: Sorry, if we’re a little late. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start.

Forgive me. That was an excellent party last night.

Only because you said they had the good stuff.

Lucien: That rose wine was probably the best I’ve had in a long time.

Boss: Glad you could finally be here. Though, you’re a little overdressed.

Valentine: Sorry. It was sort of last minute, we didn’t have time to change into our regular clothes.

Maximilien: All we did was clean up a bit, sprayed perfume and cologne, and got in our cars.

Which we decorated by the way. I mean, I don’t usually celebrate Christmas since I’m Jewish, but I think I did a great job. Look.

>We all look out the front window to see Eugenie's car, Lucien’s car, Maximilien’s motorbike, and Renaud's car were decorated for the Holidays.

Erica: (wondering) A Jew who is good with cars... Kind of like Toby.

Renaud: You miss him, don’t you?

Erica: No one has seen or heard from him since Thanksgiving two years ago. That was when we first met you.

Renaud: ... Don’t worry. I’m sure something came up. You’ll see him again soon.

Erica: ... I hope you’re right.

Anyway, shall we get started?

Boss: Now we know we’re all here.. Let’s begin.

Sophie: First off: The Secret Santas. Those who have a number, please form a circle in the middle of the room.

Not all of us, I’m afraid.

>We all look to the corner of the restaurant... that was blocked off by dividers... but the silhouette of a man is clearly visible.

I’m sure they’ll reveal themselves when it’s time for them to give their gift.

Anyway, let’s get to it.

>A circle of chairs is set. Me, Fox, Skull, Crow, Panther, Mona, Queen, Noir, Oracle, Violet, Wolf, Rook, Queen’s Sister, Lavenza, Jose, Wolf’s Daughter, and Rook’s Friend set in them. Our mystery guest remained in his place.

>From me to Panther:

>From Fox to Crow:

>From Skull to Rook’s friend:

>Crow to Fox:

>Panther to Lavenza:

>From Mona to Rook:

>From Queen to Wolf:

>From Noir to Violet:

>From Oracle to Joker:

>From Violet to Jose:

>From Sophie to Skull:

>From Wolf to our Mystery Guest:

>From Rook to Queen’s Sis:

>From Boss to Oracle:

>From Sis to Queen:

>From Admin to Noir:

>From Lavenza to Mona:

>From Jose to Admin:

>From Wolf’s Daughter to Panther’s Friend:

>From Rook’s Friend to Boss: A gift card.

>From Panther’s Friend to Sophie: A music playlist.

Panther’s Friend: I wasn’t sure what to get a computer for Christmas. This is the best I could come up with.

Sophie: I live it, Shiho san, thank you. Is this the newest song by Kanamin Kitchen?

Panther’s Friend: (happy) It sure is. I think I also have songs from Next HarMEOWny.

>Sophie and Panther’s Friend seem happy with this.

Wolf’s Daughter: I’m the last one to get a gift. I wonder what I got from our mystery guest.

?????: I’m sure you’ll like it. Check your phone.

>Wolf’s Daughter checks her phone... WHAT!?

Hello, Akane Hasigawa, I am EMMA 2.0.

>Seeing this, we now know who our mysterious guest was. Then, he steps out of his hiding place.

Does this seem like a nightmare to you? A bad dream? ... I was actually trying to make an exciting entrance.

How humiliating. I should have seen this coming.

Same here.

Akira Konoe: (making a the peace sign) Relax, you lot, it’s Christmas. I come in peace... By the way, thanks, Zenkichi, for the pin.

Wolf: (suspicious) How are you even out of prison? I thought you got life for framing the Phantom Thieves and for killing your father.

Akira Konoe: Meh, plot convenience. You guys needed to have an even number for the Secrets Santas.

Admin: He could have just chosen another Confidant to do so.

Akira Konoe: Whatever may be will be.

Sophie: I can’t believe you did it again.

Akira Konoe: Relax. This EMMA doesn’t have all the bells and whistles that the old version had... And I do mean all of them.

For your sake, it better not.

Jonny: (laughing a bit) Walked right into that one.

King: Want to to throw ‘em out?

Queen: No. I know it’ll be hard, but it’s Christmas. A day to put aside our differences.

Paine: But if he does... Flesh?

>Flesh makes a twisted grin as he flexes his muscles... Konoe doesn’t flinch.

Paine: But enough about that. I believe the rest of us have our gifts to give out. This is for you, son.

This is... somethin’. I’ve worn fancy clothes before, but this is too fancy.

Paine: I just thought it was time for you to wear the family colors (black and red) out side of your old school’s uniform.

Skull: (still a bit unsure) I know. But still...

Paine: I won’t force you... But you should remember what your mother told you.

>Skull is still unsure about this fancy suit. Axel notices.

Axel: Anyway, I think we have something that might cheer you up. We had Garret make you guys something that might come in use someday.

>A.T.O.M. gives us our very own mission suits, the same kind they wear on their own missions. Aside from usual orange paddings, they also have our signature colors:

Joker: Black and red

Fox: Blue and white

Skull: Yellow and black

Crow: White and red

Panther: Red and magenta

Mona: Black and yellow with a bit of white

Queen: Grey and blue

Noir: Lavender and white with a bit of black

Oracle: Green and black

Violet: Pink and black

Rook: White and yellow

Wolf: Grey and white

>A.T.O.M. Mission Suit Set has been unlocked.

Garrett’s really outdone himself.

Axel: They have communicators in the patch and they go into night opts. Something to help you with your... side job.

>That will be further explained.

Peter: Now for the next one. This is something me and Harry worked on. It’s upgrades to the suits we gave you. Akechi, your Superior Spider-Man Suit can now camouflage just like Spy-D and my Steal Suit.

Harry: Ryuji, your Goblin Suit can also make you a bit more faster. Especially if you have the Glider. Though, I can’t promise it’ll always help in windy situations.

>Skull and Crow quickly put on their suits to test them out. No doubt, Crow was gone in a matter of seconds and Skull ran around the restaurant in just one.

Sweet! This is effin’ awesome!

(returning to the visible spectrum) Yes. You two have really outdone yourselves. Sorry if we might be taking that from Garrett.

Axel: None taken... But you better apologize to Garrett since he heard you through the suit’s coms.

Peter: Speaking of which, your masks now also have communicators. 

Thanks, Pete, Harry. These are really cool suits

We really appreciate this.

Skull: Oh yeah, Yusuke, this gift is from Kei.

>Skull gives Fox a pass to visit an art workshop.

A chance to work alongside Rekesh? This is extremely rare to come by.

NOTE: For those of you who don’t know, Rekesh is the artist from the popular game app, Roommates.

Skull: Kei knows that he’s one of the artists you admire, so he thought about getting you a chance to see him.

I should thank him the next time I see him.

Taro: If you like that, you should see what I got you.

Are you serious? If you’re thinking of having me join the Scorchers, there may be a couple of problems with that.

Taro: How so?

Fox: First of all, I’m the opposite element. The Scorchers are Fire, but I am Ice. And second, I’m not the best behind the wheel.

Jonny: (a bit disappointed) Really? That’s a shame. And I just picked out the perfect car for you for your birthday next month.

Fox: (again surprised) You got me a car?

Jonny: Yusuke, you’re about to become my son-in-law. The least you can do is let me get you something nice.

Goemon: He’s right. I’m not usually good at driving either, but you should give it a try.

Fox: ... I suppose.

Oracle: (looking a bit grim) I still remember what happened in Mementos.

Taro: If driving is the problem, I can teach you. You don’t have to join the Scorchers if you don’t want to.

Geomon: Now, here is my girft.

>Goemon gave his gift to his nephew. It was a copy of their ancestor’s farewell poem.

Even as all grains of sand wash away,

Thieves shall remain evermore.

Even if they are his last words, they are ever beautiful.

Geomon: Yes, they are. If I ever find myself in such a situation, I would probably write something similar.

Taro: Same here. Though hopefully not too soon.

Duke: (being pushy) Go on, Little Bro, give it to her.

Vince: Okay, okay. Sumire, these are for you.

They’re so lovely! Thank you, Vincent san.

>Violet gives Vince a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Vince was a little surprised, but happy... But Violet’s father make the “I’ve got my eyes on you” gesture... with Mr. Hauser making the same gesture to Violet’s father.

Violet: Now I have something for you.

Vince: Oh... Thank you.

Duke: I’m not sure why you’re against my little brother, Mr. Yoshizawa. He’s a good kid. He’s even a Green Barrett by now. A member of the United States Army Special Forces.

Violet’s Father: I don’t know. I guess after what happened to my other daughter, I’m just a little cautious.

Mrs. Houser: Sumire told us about that. We’re sorry about what happened to Kasumi. I promise that Sumire will be fine with Vince.

Violet’s Father: Well, seeing how I’m hearing this from his mother, I guess I can believe it... (whisper) For now.

Dax: Now I think it’s my turn. Here you go, My Princess Futaba. A Happy Christmas to you.

>Dax gave Oracle matching beanies.

It’s a great gift. Thank you, Dax. (gives Dax a small peck on the cheek)

Dax: (happy) Thanks.

Oracle: Don’t thank me yet. Now here’s what I’ve got for you.

Dax: (surprised) I did not know a restaurant that sell fried chicken does something like this.

Oracle: You’d be surprised by what you discover online.

Skull: If the couples are giving their gifts to each other, we better start. Here you go, Goro, the best unofficial husband I have.

>Skull plays the guitar as he sings.

Shining black bird in your nest Hear my heart from on your tree Please come down to my arms and rest Open your wings and fly free to me

Upon my heart, you dream and dream I ask that I be your hero Don't be fooled by what I seem With you, my one, I am no zero

Fly, fly, little crow, my heart is with you To the sky sky so blue Love that soars is always true Fly, fly, little crow, my heart is with you To the sky sky so blue Our bond will never fall for this is what we do

Such a wonderful gift, Ryu.

Skull: The guitar’s also yours.

Crow: Two gifts in one. I love it just as much I you. Now, here’s what I have for you.

This is totally the best gift ever from you. I love you, Goro.

And I love you, Ryu.

(Image was found online.)

Noir: (smiling) We should exchange our gifts, too, Mako chan.

Queen: Yes. It’s about time our ship has more recognition. This is for you, Haru. I chose this with a lot of thought and feeling.

Thank you, Mako chan. I hope you’ll love my gift for you.

It’s as lovely as you, Haru.

(Image found online. Queen and Noir said it’s about time.)

Joker: I guess we’re the last to go. Yusuke, this is for you.

Another beautiful gift from you, Ren. Now here is mine.

(Image found online.)

It’s also beautiful as you. Thank you, Yusuke. I love you.

And I, you, Ren.

>Me and Fox get closer together in a loving embrace... Our faces get closer... And then...

WOOSH~!

>The door blows open as if an ominous storm was coming in... But it was something worse... Someone comes in...

NO! NOT HER!

Is that all you have to say to me after all these years? (trying to be cute and flirty) You’re so mean.

And this coming from a woman (if I can call you that) who lead so many men to their doom.

Catherine: (trying to be cute) Don’t exaggerate... It was just a few guys over the past six centuries.

Rin: How did you even find us?

>As if to answer the question, someone else comes in through the door.

Oh my, I didn’t know it was a party. If I had known, I would have worn my good jacket. And here I’m suppose to be the one who knows many things.

Albert: (not surprised) At figures.

Catherine: I was actually quite unhappy that I wasn’t invited.

You’re not welcome here.

Catherine: (pretending to be in an awkward situation) Really? Oh my, what an awkward situation. And here I thought you would love to see an old friend come to visit. Especially you, Vincent. We used to have so much fun together. Well in that case, I’ll be on my way.

Rin: Then, you’re not offended?

>Catherine then makes an almost sinister grin.

Catherine: Of course not. After all, it’s Christmas. A time of peace and forgiveness. And to show you I have no ill-will... I, too, will give you a gift.

>We all were shocked. We knew her ‘gifts’ can mean only one thing... Trouble.

Catherine: Oh, but seeing as it is Sunday, I only have enough for to give only one of you a gift. Let’s see. How about... the one who’s shown to hate me the most.

>Her demonic eyes fall upon... me. I try to have a go at her to stop her, but Izaya grabs me from behind and holds me at knifepoint. My friends try to save me, but Catherine creates a ring of hellfire to keep them away.

Catherine: Let’s see. What would be perfect for you? What makes you tick?

>Catherine examines me for a moment until... she spotted my engagement pendent. She then looks to my friends and sees Fox’s.

Catherine: (with a sinister grin) Oh, I see... Listen well, all of you! ... The marriage of the Trickster, Ren Amamiya, and the champion of his heart, Yusuke Kitagawa, shall indeed be a happy, beautiful, and strong one. Enough to spread love and joy around to all who know them.

Jonny: (trying vainly to calm her) That’s a wonderful gift. So can you-

Catherine: But...

>A dark aura surrounds Catherine in a swirl of demonic energy. It was then that she transforms into her true demon form.

(this is as much as we can show you of her form) Before the sun sets on the first anniversary of their marriage, the Trickster shall meet the one whom he helped in his rebellion and failed! To punish him for it, he shall plunge the Trickster into a deathlike sleep from which he shall never awaken from!

NO!

>Fox, Geomon, and Snake Eyes take out their katanas to save me, but Izaya presses the knife closer to my throat... Vincent comes forth.

Vincent: (begging) Catherine, please. You don’t have to do this. It’s me you want, not him.

Catherine: (snickering) I like you begging. It reminds me of our time together... Do it more.

>Vincent gets down on his knees to beg Catherine to stop.

Catherine: (unsatisfied) Come on now. Get on all fours like the sheep you are. The sheep you always were and always will be.

>Seeing no other choice, Vincent gets down on all fours like an animal. Catherine laughs at how pathetic he looks now.

Catherine: ... The Trickster, Ren Amamiya, can be awakened from this sleep. But only if... he makes it to the top of the Tower.

>Vincent, my father, Orlando, and Erica all gasp in shock... They know what tower she’s talking about.

Catherine: However, there might be another way. Perhaps a trade. Something that, conveniently enough... lies in that cat’s fanny pack.

>Catherine was facing... Mona. He opens his waste pack and tacks something out.

Catherine: I know what that is. I know what it does... And I want it. Think of it as the perfect Christmas present for me.

Mona: (clutching the Holy Grail tightly) And why is that?

Catherine: Think of it as... an ensurance policy. There are a lot who are after me... And not all of them are freindly.

>Mona thought about it... But I shook my head. I knew what would happen if Catherine drank from that cup. Mona knew what I meant.

Mona: As much as I want to help Joker...

But I can’t give you the Holy Grail.

Catherine: ... Well, that is unfortunate.

>The dark aura around Catherine only got more powerful and scary.

Catherine: This curse will last until the end of time! No power in Heaven or on Earth or beneath the Earth can change it!

Albert: (having enough of this) That’s enough!

Izaya: (just smiling) Oh. Is that a threat?

Albert: Nero may not be here to stop you... But I am.

>Albert stretches out his arm and, in a flash...

Maximilien: You are not alone!

Valentine: That’s right!

Skull: Hey, if you’re bringin’ out your Keyblades, so will me!

Crow: And me!

Peter: Don’t forget about us!

Harry: Yes!

Valentine: Deep Freeze!

>Valentine raises her Keyblade, casting the Blizzard Spell that puts out the flames. Maximilien manages to knock Izaya’s knife back with his and allowing me to escape to the arms of Fox and my father. Skull, Crow, Peter, Harry, and Albert hold their Keyblades at Catherine who was slightly unnerved.

Catherine: There is nothing you can do now.

>With that, in a flash of flames, she was gone.

Izaya: I guess I better take a hike, too.

Albert: (in disbelief) Izaya, why? We are connected. Why would help her? She’s a demon.

Izaya: ... I was just bored. It’s not like I have feelings for her. Like I said and will always say: I love people. Not one specifically. I love all people. Now, goodbye for now... Oh, and Merry Christmas.

>With that, Izaya leaves.

When I see the effin’ piece of shit again while I’m in Ikebukuro, he’s gonna get it.

Oracle: You’ll have to wait your turn. That ridiculously strong guy in the bartender suit wants a crack at him the most.

>Lucien takes something out of his pocket.

>With a flick of his pen, Lucien restored the restaurant to what it was before Catherine  and Izaya arrived... But it would not fix what was done to me.

Lucien: I’m sorry, Ren. As good as I am at magic, a curse like this might be out of my league.

Katherine: Ann, can’t you do anything? You have magic, too.

Panther: I need to earn my Enchantix to use Fairy Dust, I’m still an apprentice. And even I did, Catherine is a demon and I’m a fairy. That makes her powers stronger than mine since fairies are weak against demons.

Valentine: Maybe I can help. I’m just as good at magic as Lucien is.

Jonny: (hopefully) Then, you can undo this curse?

Valentine: (shaking her head sadly) You heard Catherine, nothing can change it... But maybe I can add to it. The one thing you can count on demons... is that most of them never really understood fairy tales.

>Valentine raises her Keyblade and a magic circle appears around me and Fox.

Sweet Trickster, if through this wicked witch’s trick become the Demon’s vengeful pick, a ray of hope there still maybe in this, the gift I gave to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep this fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake when true love’s kiss the spell shall break.

🎶For true love conquers all~🎶

Thank you, Valentine san.

Yes. We will never forget what you have done for us.

Valentine: I can sense the love between you both is true and unbreakable. (Even if this is a fanmade timeline and your love is fanon.) I know because I see it between Albert and Franz. A couple of other friends whose names I’ll leave out for now. (glances... at Lucien and Beauchamp) And... I see it between me and Maximilien.

>She takes Maximilien’s hand which make s him blush... but happy.

Jinja: So what now? Should we call it a night and head home?

Eugenie: Heck no. You haven’t even got the gift we brought.

Renaud: Yeah, don’t leave us out of this exchange.

Beauchamp: Actually, after this, I think we’ll give you two gifts. This first one, which I just thought of (I took pictures of this), I'm going to defame Catherine good. I know it’s unprofessional, especially towards a lady (if I can call her that), but she crossed a line, tonight. Now she has to pay the price.

Sis: I don’t think you should. You’d probably be giving her the satisfaction.

Beauchamp: ... It never hurts to try.

Albert: And now for our second, and official, gift. From me and my friends to all of you.

Albert, Franz, Eugenie, Valentine, Maximilien, Lucien, Beauchamp, and Renaud: Joyeux Noël!

Roderick: (impressed) I have to say, that is impressive.

Renaud: We have a few more like this in Eugenie’s car. Hold on, we’ll get them.

Harry: Are you sure? We all just summoned our Keyblades. Don’t you think we might have invited other unpleasant company.

Albert: They don’t usually show up in highly populated areas in this world. I guess we have the Silver Crystal to thank for that.

>Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside.

Albert: But just to be sure.

Eugenie: Pretty much.

Franz: I’ll go with you.

Beauchamp: Hold on, I’m coming.

Renaud: And me.

>With that, Albert, Franz, Eugenie, Maximilien, Valentine, Lucien, Beauchamp, and Renaud all go outside to the get rest of the cakes. When they did...

Albert: I guess this is one of those times the Silver Crystal doesn’t always help.

Eugenie: Sailor Moon and the others must be out of town. I guess we’ll have to fill in for them until they get back.

Albert: Right.

Franz: Let’s go.

>With that, they go off to fight the Heartless to get the remaining cakes.

Joker: I hope what Valentine did will work.

Fox: You heard what she said. If you do end up falling into a deep sleep that makes you climb an impossibly tall tower...

I will be there to bring you back.

I know you will.

(Picture was found on Facebook.)

>With that, we continue with our party with not but hope in our hearts.

Trickster, the succubus’s curse to cast you to Asteroth’s Tower is not the end of your story. Me and Jose will do our part to assist you as always.

Until we meet again.

P.S. We apologize that this is being posted very late. (It’s already March.) I have so much to do (mostly physical training) that I hardly have the time to do anything else, including working on the Phansite. Again, we apologize for this late post.

[moodywyrm]

there’s something about ikea!!! i hate getting my hands dirty but as soon as i see an ikea box i’m like. i need to build that asap 🧍 and that’s so real 😭 the only reason i got it done in one night was because my gf was helping

i said i wouldn’t jump to conclusions but. i’m in shambles right now!!! now i’m not completely jumping to conclusions but when she was cooking lunch her phone rang and she told me to answer it and it was a jewelry store and they said her order was ready but i didn’t hear the rest bc she took the phone from me but now i’m so ……….

that’s good!!! and doggiessss :(( lil babies :( oh no!! omg come to my city we have a billion of them and they’re all so good :(

i’ve always been a christmas girlie, not just because of presents but it’s all so pretty and twinkly and i love the music and movies and baking and it’s during winter and !!!! i know!! ugh the meanie friends :( one of them apologized for not including me in the barbie movie plans but that’s all i’ve really talked to them </3 but idrc at this point because i have a cat and a girlfriend and my best friends .

i’m glad you had a good day :o and yay!! an extra long walk!! and lord you’re speeding through your books 😭 every time i see your profile the number goes down

my day was good!! except for the phone call . i got some cleaning and reorganizing done! and i just went to the gym!! i’ve been in such a weird place lately so i’m trying to get back on my feet before our vacation :( and my gf is out with her friends tonight so i’ll be home alone for a lil while,, gonna do some much needed self care 😎

- 🩷

ikea is magical im convinced!! and no fr, you need at least four hands on deck to finish an ikea project in one night. or! maybe you're just very skilled, have you considered that 👀

I am no longer jumping to conclusions, I am calmly strolling over bc omg!! it feels pretty much definite like!! a jewelry store and a mysterious phone call!! ahh!!!

the doggies!! they're so sweet but they're stinky, I need to give them both baths rip, and we have like two I actually like? but they're kinda expensive :(

that's so fair!!! I like winter and the vibes but not distinctly christmas? idk why, the actual holiday always kinda stresses me out :( no more of the meanie friends!! good, you deserve so much better!! like your gf and your cat and your loving besties!!

yeah!! it was a nice walk except she barked at a man that was a bit too close to the sidewalk while he was in his yard, and I didn't see him until she barked 😭 scared the shit out of him😭 and ahh!! it's mostly because of audiobooks!! I finished the audiobook for Percy Jackson's Greek Gods today, and then started the audiobook for Dracula! I've been in a big reading mood, but physically reading has been kinda hard :(

a good day!! we can just hope it was a very good phone call <3 cleaning and reorganizing!! very very nice very satisfying <3 It sucks that you've been kinda out of it, but I hope all your efforts work!! sometimes it helps to pamper yourself and reset! a self care night is always good <3 im already planning my like major self care night before classes <3

[storiesforallfandoms]

marking ~ andrew garfield

word count: 1637

request?: yes!

“andrew garfield leaving hickies and bruises on you, please and thank you. i just want him to mark me and make me his😫😫”

description: in which he likes for the world to know who you belong to, so he marks you as such

pairing: andrew garfield x female!reader

warnings: swearing, slight smut (implied smut, heavy makeout session, some teasing, but no actual gettin it on in this one)

masterlist (one, two)

Waking up after a night with Andrew always meant waking up with some form of body pain. Whether it was your back, your arms, your legs - or rather, between them.

Not in a bad way, of course. These feelings were always just a reminder of the night you had spent together. A very happy, very pleasant reminder.

This day was no different. You and Andrew had gone out with from friends the night before to have some drinks and hang out. After having a couple drinks in you and going from some innocent dancing at the club to...much less innocent dancing, you and Andrew found yourselves back in your bed for a long night of rough yet passionate love making.

Now, waking up the morning after, your head was pounding from the hangover and you could feel your body aching as you rolled over from your side to your back. You stared at the ceiling for a while, not wanting to get out of bed. The spot next to you where Andrew usually slept was empty, but you could hear the shower running in the bathroom so you knew that’s where he was.

After a few moments of just laying around, you managed to pull yourself out of bed and to the bathroom. Your joints cracked and groaned with the movement, but once you were up you started to feel less sore.

You opened the bathroom door without  Andrew hearing you and quickly shed yourself of your clothes. You slipped into the shower while Andrew’s back was to you. The warm water cascaded over his body as he rinsed the soapy suds off of him.

You leaned forward to press a kiss against his wet skin. He hummed in response as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Good morning, love,” he said.

“Good morning,” you responded.

He turned in your arms to face you. Droplets of water fell from him and splashed against your face.

“I’m glad to see you can walk this morning,” he teased.

“Not without some pain,” you said. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He smirked down at you and cupped your face. He lowered his lips onto yours, the water running from his face onto yours as you kissed. He moved his lips to your jaw then to your neck. You giggled as his stubble tickled your skin.

You gasped as you felt his teeth nip at your neck and quickly pushed him away.

“Don’t bite me!” you said.

“Why not?” Andrew asked, a playful smile on his face.

“You’re gonna leave marks!”

He raised an eyebrow at you before his eyes travelled down your body. You followed his gaze and gasped as you noticed the red and purple marks along your chest and collarbone.

You quickly jumped out of the shower to look in the mirror. You wiped the steam from the glass and saw the continuation of the trail of marks leading up your neck, including the new one from Andrew nipping at your wet skin.

“Andrew!” you exclaimed.

You heard him chuckle behind the closed shower curtain.

He stepped out of the shower a few moments later as you were still staring in disbelief. He smirked at you as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He tried to kiss you again, but you pushed him away, glaring up at him. This just made him laugh more.

You were glad you didn’t have to go anywhere that day. If you had to go to work you’d be so embarrassed. Or worse: if you had to see your parents.

God, I hope they don’t stop by for a surprise visit.

You had dealt with these markings before, but never like this. Usually Andrew was cautious as to not leave any that would be noticeable. It wasn’t unusual to find hickeys on your chest, stomach, even your back and ass sometimes. But never this many and never in such open places.

While Andrew got ready, you stood in front of the full length mirror in your room, inspecting your body for more marks. Luckily it seemed the ones on your upper half were the only ones left there. Less luckily, you were going to be tasked with figuring out how to cover them for the next few days.

Andrew entered your shared bedroom again. He paused when he saw you, allowing his eyes to linger over your naked frame.

“Well, hello there,” he said. “This is a lovely sight to walk in on.”

“Nuh-uh,” you said, grabbing a nearby robe and covering your body with it. “You don’t get to see this. You left so many marks on my neck! It’s going to take so much to cover them!”

“Wear turtlenecks.”

“It’s summer!”

Andrew chuckled and walked towards you. As angry as you were trying to seem, it was hard to really be that way. Sure, you were annoyed by the fact that he had left so many hickeys in such visible places, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved the British man. You especially loved the lustful look he had been giving you since you got into the shower with him.

“I’m sorry I left hickeys on your neck,” he said, cupping your face again. “I was in the heat of the moment last night and didn’t think about how visible they would be today.”

You sighed and leaned into his touch. “I suppose I can forgive you just this once.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. It didn’t take long for this kiss to also get heated as his hands wandered over your body before making quick work of pushing the robe off of your shoulders, leaving you bare to him again.

He picked you up and laid you down on the bed, the soft material feeling fantastic against your still somewhat sore body. He broke the kiss to start kissing around your face; first your nose, then your forehead, then your cheeks. You giggled as he continued down your jaw and to your neck, moving to the other side that he hadn’t placed marks on yet. The feeling of his soft lips against your sweet spot was enough to grow a wetness between your legs, until you realized he was sucking on that spot in a way that you knew would leave more marks.

You regained yourself enough to push Andrew away and gave him the best glare you could muster. “Jesus, Andrew! We just talked about this. You can’t keep putting marks on my neck!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not!”

The sly smile on his face told you that you were right in saying that.

“I don’t mean to make you upset by doing it,” he told you. “And I really wasn’t thinking last night when I put the original marks on you. But when you got in the shower and I saw them, I’ll be honest, it drove me a little crazy.”

You gave him a confused look. “Why?”

He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over you in a way that pushed you to be laying on your back again. He looked down at you with those brown eyes that you so easily got lost in.

“Because I like to see you marked as mine,” he said, his voice just a tad huskier in that moment. “I liked to see that you were covered in those marks on your neck and knowing it would be hard to cover them. I liked the idea of you maybe slipping up when trying to cover them, or maybe one of the ones on your chest slips out while you’re wearing a lowcut shirt, and someone sees it. I like the idea of you going out marked as mine for the world to see.”

His lips found their way to your neck again, but this time he was truly more gentle. No sucking or bite, just soft kisses over the hickeys that had already been left.

“And I know I shouldn’t do it,” he said between kisses that were now trailing down your chest and stomach. “I know you have to cover them for work or in case you see your family or friends, but I can’t help myself. I just want to keep these marks on you forever. Let everyone know that you’re always mine.”

He had gotten so low that you could feel his warm breath against your aching core. One of your hands had tangled into his hair while the other was gripping the bed sheets beneath you. You were so turned on that the wait to feel his lips and tongue against you again felt like a decade. You wanted him, now.

You were about to pull his face towards you when he broke free from your grasp and stood up.

“But I guess if you don’t want them there anymore, I’ll stop,” he said with a shrug. “I have to go to work now anyways, so I’ll leave you to figure out how you’re gonna cover those.”

You sat up quickly, reaching out to grab his hand. “Wait! Please don’t go yet!”

“I’m sorry love, I have to. I’m going to be late if I stay any longer.”

You whined in response, which earned you another chuckle from him. He cupped your chin and looked into your eyes.

“I promise I’ll fix your issue when I’m home,” he said. “But for now, you’ll just have to take care of yourself.”

You had so many things running through your mind that you wanted to say in response, but you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut. Especially if you wanted him to make you feel good when he got home.

So you just watched him go with a scowl on your face.

What a fucking tease.

[maudeeloise]

Ice Cream Parlor || s.h

Pairing : Steve Harrington x reader

Genre : fluff, enemies to lovers?

Warning : curse words

Summary : The first conversation you had with Steve Harrington after years of rivalry.

A/N : About the ice cream price, I searched it on google and it says that ice cream costs 50 cents in the 80s, please let me know if I’m wrong. Also, comment if i should do a part 2!

You hated Steve Harrington with every inch of your body and soul. You could spend a whole day just to list every reason why you loathed him. It started in kindergarten when he ripped your drawing of a dog. He said it was stupid that you chose the color blue for the dog.

Then in first grade, he threw a mud on your favorite dress on your birthday party. You cried for days, but your mom thought that he was just being a silky kid, so she never did anything, instead she told you that he might had a little crush on you.

Your rivalry with Steve Harrington didn’t stop there. He never apologized for the things he did, instead it gotten worse the older you both were. Sometimes he would make fun of your hair or your outfit, even the smallest things like the way you walk. That was until you entered high school.

Steve Harrington had found his own circle of friends and so did you. He barely notice you because he had his eyes on someone else : Nancy Wheeler. You weren’t bothered at all, in fact you were glad that he finally left you alone.

The two of you didn’t have any sort of communication — it was almost like you both were complete strangers to each other. Even after graduation, you both acted like you didn’t recognise each other — despite that you both went seperate ways, you went to New York for college and Steve just stayed in Hawkins, trying to find the perfect job for him.

It was summer 1985 when you decided to visit your family in Hawkins. Your sister who just turned 14, wouldn’t stop bragging about the new mall that just opened in town while your brother who was a year younger than her, kept telling that nothing was interesting about the mall.

“My friends has shopped there, Mom.” She reasoned with a whiny voice and a pout.

“I know, but I’m busy and you father’s at work.” Your Mom tried her best to make her understand, but she received a long groan instead.

“I have a suggestion, if you don’t mind.” You joined the conversation. In the corner of your eye, you could see that your sister’s face lit up with hope. Your mom nodded for you to continue. “I can take Erin to the mall and you can stay at home with Charlie.”

“But you just got here yesterday, are you sure you’re not exhausted?” She asked as concern laced through her voice.

“I’m fine, Mom.” You smiled. “I promise.”

She let out a long sigh before she turned to Erin. She was giving her puppy eyes, hoping for her to agree with your suggestion. “Promise me you’ll behave and don’t leave your sister’s side.”

Erin squealed. “Thank you, Mom! I promise, I’ll behave.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, let’s go.”

“If you need anything, just call me.” Your mom said.

“We’ll be fine.” You reasured with a smile.

You reached for the knob and opened the door before you exited your house, following your sister to your car. She was so excited that you couldn’t help but to laugh at the way she added little jumps while walking towards the vehicle.

It was a 10 minutes ride with Erin promoting the mall. She listed everything her friends said that was at the mall. She even included the ice cream parlor, in spite of never liking them. Erin never liked sweets stuff, you were surprised when she mentioned it.

“They said the ice creams are amazing there.” She said with full enthusiasm.

“But you don’t like ice creams.” You quirked your eyebrows, however your eyes were still on the road.

“I want to try.”

That was how you ended up walking towards the ice cream parlor. It was odd how it was the first thing you both went to in the mall. Earlier you thought that Erin would go on a shopping spree.

She walked in a fast pace, almost running and you had to follow her rhythm in order to not losing her at the mall.

“Erin, slow down.” you exclaimed, but she didn’t answer. She barely listened to you anyway, her attention was full on the ice cream parlor which name you finally learned : Scoops Ahoy.

Once you reached the entrance of the parlor, your instantly stopped on your track while Erin walked up to pick the ice cream. Your face fell in realization on who was selling the ice cream. Steve fucking Harrington.

Was this her plan all along?, you thought but didn’t say.

“Welcome to Scoop’s Ahoy, what can I get you?” He asked Erin with a smile.

Her index tapped on her chin as she let out a long hum. Her eyes went back and forth from left to right. She couldn’t choose.

With a long sigh, you gained your courage to make an appearance. Here goes nothing.

You placed your hand on your sister’s shoulders, but your eyes were on Steve. “Any recommendations? Ice cream of the day?”

You expected an insult or a sarcastic come back, instead he replied with the same smile, “People usually buys vanilla, chocolate, or mint chocolate chip.”

With a nod, you glanced at your sister, gesturing that she would answer. “I’ll try chocolate.”

“What about you, young lady?” Steve asked you. “What can I get you?”

“Chocolate chip mint?” You said.

“Alright.” He said before collecting the cones and scooping the ice cream. He gave each ice cream one at a time — one to you and one to your sister.

“How much?” You handed your ice cream to Erin before fishing your wallet in your pocket.

“That would be $1.” He said. You took out a few pennies and placed it on the counter. Steve moved the coins with his index as he counted them. “Typical Y/N, no exchange.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Surprising how you suddenly remember my name.”

“I’ll never forget that face.” He said. It wasn’t sarcasm nor an insult, he was being friendly.

“I thought you’re going to college.” You said.

“No, I work here.” He shook his head. “Besides I never said I would.”

“Steve Harrington, working at a parlor. What a scandal.” He let out a soft chuckle.

“I heard you went to Harvard-“

“Yale.” You corrected. “I never said I wanted to go to Harvard.”

“Why?” He knitted his eyebrows.

“My Dad went to Yale, so did my grandfather and my older brother.” You explained. “It’s a family thing.”

“Any plans after college?” He asked.

“I’ll find a job.” You paused. “Or maybe I’ll just move to New York and help my grandparents.”

“That’s quite far, don’t you think?”

“I’ll adapt.”

“Hawkins loves you.” He joked.

You giggled. “I know they do.”

He slightly glanced over your shoulders to see a line of customers behind you. “Well, I have a job to do, so maybe we can talk later after my shift?”

“Steve Harrington, are you asking me on a date?” You fake gasped.

“No, no offense.” He chuckled. “Just catching up with an old friend.”

“Friend?” You raised an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, we hated each other.”

“It was middle school.” He paused. “So, what do you say? Tonight I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“Sure.” You nodded. “No pranks this time.”

“I promise.” He said.

With that you sent him a smile and took your ice cream from your sister before you left the parlor.

Maybe your mom was right, he had always had a little crush on you or maybe he was just being friendly. As he said, he was just catching up with an old friend.

[itsallyscorner]

Could you do something where the reader is a marvel actor but crashes a panel that Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan are doing (kinda like Tom Holland did that one time) but the sofa is small so the reader is squished in between them and has to share their mics when asked questions something like that. It can be platonic but they are really close or the reader has a little thing going on with Seb but is really close with Mackie. I hope that made sense!

Oooo this request is so cute! Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!💜

a/n: This imagine is HEAVY on the dialogue because I wanted to include some fun questions from the fans and what not, anyway here’s the imagine:) 

💌.

Stackie Sandwich

You watched from backstage as Anthony showed off his thighs to the crowd, you know, the usual. You were currently at ACE Comic Con along with Anthony and Sebastian. You always enjoyed going to these kind of things. Meeting and getting to interact with the fans was always fun, it reminded you of why you did these movies and how thankful you were to have such lovely, supportive fans.

Currently you and the crew backstage were trying to find a way to sneak you onto the stage without interrupting a question.

Anthony sat back down on the small couch as Sebastian laughed at his friend’s antics.

“I’m telling y’all, you wanna have thighs like these, you gotta do leg day. Don’t skip leg day.” Anthony tells the crowd as he nudges Sebastian. You chuckle from backstage as Kevin Smith, the monitor of the panel continues.

“So I know we were supposed to be joined by (y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?” He asked the men.

“Probably on a coffee run.” Sebastian answered immediately shaking his head with an eye roll. The crowd reacts with quiet giggles.

“I swear that woman cannot function without her coffee.” Anthony remarked.

“I’ve known her for years and lemme tell you it’s like her body is going through some kind of error. We were on set for a movie we did together and I was talking to her.” Anthony started as he leaned forward.

“Now I didn’t know she didn’t have her coffee yet. I’ve been talking for like 10 minutes and the whole time she was sleeping. And when she began to like wake up and talk, it was like she was a sloth.” Anthony shared as he proceeded to act like a sloth saying “Error 404” really slow.

You turned to the stage hand and said “I’m going now, he just called me a sloth.”

The man laughed and handed you a mic from the side. Before walking out you say into the mic, “I know you ain’t talking about me, Mackie.” You walk out to the stage and the crowd cheers loudly. Mackie throws his head back as he laughs.

“Hey everyone!” You greet the crowd, waving at all of them. You approached the guys with your arms up in a “fight me” manner, it was mostly for Anthony. You greet Kevin and move to Sebastian, purposely skipping Anthony.

“Hey, dragostea.” Seb greeted you as he wraps his arms around your body. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hide your face in between his neck and shoulder.

When you pull away you turn to Anthony who looked offended. You send him a playful smile and smack his arm before jumping on him and wrapping your arms around him. He lets out his boisterous laugh and hugs you back. In the process you drop your mic on the stage causing you to cringe.

You guys settle onto the small couch. You sat in between Anthony and Seb, fairly squished in the middle by the two buff men. Their legs took up too much space on the couch, leaving no room for your own legs. The crowd laughed at your face as you tried to make yourself comfortable in the tight space.

You went to speak into your mic but it didn’t register. Looks like you broke the mic.

“Look at you, haven’t been up here for a minute and you already broke something.” Anthony tisked playfully. Sebastian poked you with his mic and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile. 

“I’ll pay for that! Just send me the bill.” You yell towards the back. You look at Anthony and raise your brow at him.

“You need to pipe down, son. You’ve been coming at me all morning long.” You acknowledged pointing a finger at him. The crowd laughs along with Seb. Anthony nods as he stifles his laughs to himself.

“(Y/n), thank you for joining us, how are you?” Kevin asks you.

“I’m doing great! I’m so excited to be here and meet all of you! I saw so many of you guys dressed up, and you all look absolutely amazing! I also saw a dog on my way here!” You answered bubbly.

“What kind of dog?” Sebastian asked pulling your hand with the mic towards him.

“A golden retriever and omg he was dressed as Cap!” You squealed.

“I hope that dog is here because I want to meet them and just smother them with hugs.” You add as you motion to the audience.

“Sebastian said you were running late because you were on a coffee run, is that true?” Kevin asks as Sebastian scrunches his nose. 

“I mean he’s not completely wrong. I got coffee before I got here. But the traffic on the way here was really bad.”

“She’s lying, she spent a good half hour at Starbucks sippin’ on her coffee while inhaling the smell of Starbucks like an addict.” Anthony jokingly jabs at her. You were used to the playful jabs from Mackie, it was how you guys were. Knowing each other for years, you guys formed a brother/sister relationship.

“Alright then! So, we’ve got a line forming for the questions! How about we start?” Kevin continued as he motioned to the crowd.

🕓 Time Skip

It’s half an hour into the panel and you guys have been asked so many questions already. Some about your characters, the relationships off screen, and some new projects. Thankfully the crowd was very nice and respectful to you all, no one asked anything rude or made offensive comments.

The laughs were just dying down after Mackie told another one of his jokes. A teenage girl dressed as your character came up to the mic.

“Hi, my name is Maddie and my question is for (y/n)!” She waved at you with a grin.

“Hi, hun! You look beautiful by the way, I love your costume!” You complimented her, taking Anthony’s mic. She thanks you and continues.

“I—, I’m sorry you’re just so small compared to Anthony and Seb on that couch. You’re so cute!” The audience laughs along with the two men next to you.

You huff and squish your way out between Anthony and Sebastian’s bodies, “In my defense it’s a really small couch! And these guys are so beefy they take up all the space on here!”

“It’s a Stackie sandwich with a side of (y/n)!!” Mackie enthusiastically announced making the crowd go crazy.

Sebastian moved further into the corner of the couch making more space for you. He even moved his arm to rest on top of the couch’s backrest. You could hear some fans point it out and squeal. You thank him by patting his leg as his arm lingered behind you.

“So my question is, how is it like to be around such tall people? Because I’m short as well and I have to always look up at everyone.” Maddie says into the mic.

“That’s exactly how it is! Sometimes I get concerned if I’ll mess up my back because I have to look up at everyone!” You say into Sebastian’s mic, which he voluntarily held up for you.

“We carry her around a lot on set.” Seb chimes from beside you.

“Yeah like a sack of potatoes.” Anthony adds.

You pull on Seb’s arm to talk into the mic, “They also tease me a lot, but it’s all in good fun.”

—•

“Hey guys! I’m Jess and my question is for Anthony! So you and (y/n) have worked on multiple projects together. How was it like to be in Marvel with each other and act along side each other?”

You giggled at the question, turning to Anthony, “How’s it like to work with me, huh?”

“I mean, honestly, it’s always an honor to work with (y/n). I’m glad that I know someone like her in this business, she’s one of the most genuinely nice people you’ll ever meet. And I respect her for that because sometimes it’s hard to not get blinded by the fame and just become a dick, or a diva in your case.” Anthony answered as he threw an arm around you.

“Aww thanks, Mac.” You smile and lean on his shoulder.

“And to add onto that. Our characters in the movie are pretty close as well, so when Anthony and I have scenes together, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It’s always a great time on set when he’s around.” You finished off.

—•

“Hi, I’m Elena and my question is for Sebastian!”

“This is our last question for the panel, so make it good!” Kevin interjects.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Sebastian says to the fan.

“Bucky and (y/c/n) have really good chemistry with each other in the movies and the relationship doesn’t feel forced onto the fans. I wanted to know if any of the chemistry on screen is real offscreen?” Elena asked with a cheeky grin. You remained quiet as you felt Anthony nudge you with his knee.

Sebastian longingly stared at you for a moment before answering, “Well it’s not hard to act like you’re in love with (y/n), because everyone on set loves her. She unapologetically herself and I think that’s what makes it so easy to have chemistry with her, it just felt natural with her, you know?”

“To answer your question, Elena. They’ve been on a few dates already.” Anthony blurted out causing the audience to erupt. You looked at him with your mouth agape from your position on Sebastian. You were currently leaning into his side while your arm rested on his thigh.

“You weren’t supposed to say that.” Sebastian uttered as he moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for Seb. You guys definitely had chemistry offscreen and everyone knew about it.

“Hey! All I’m implying is that y’all need to both stop beating around the bush and make it official Anthony defended himself.

“Fine!”

“(Y/n), how do you feel about dinner tonight?” Sebastian asked you.

“Sounds good.” You smile at him.

“Great, we have some things to discuss.” He playfully teased the crowd.

“FEELINGS!” Anthony yelled over Sebastian.

Kevin laughed as he ended the panel, “On that note! Our panel has come to an end, thank you everyone for showing up and for your questions! Thank you Anthony, (y/n), and Sebastian for coming here we really appreciate it!”

You guys thank the crowd again and take a group picture with the audience. Anthony leaves the stage first followed by you and Seb. Sebastian helps you down the stairs and keeps a hand on your back.

“Wait, are we actually going to dinner?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah, I told you, we’ve got some stuff to talk about.” He winks as he leads you guys to the green room.

dragostea - love

[yostresswritinggirl]

Ik your request is off, but when your request is open can u write dating headcanons with Kazuha ? I like your works so much which is y i send u a request hehe

No rush please take care author-nim :'D

This is a long time coming, but I’m glad to know that you’re still a Kazuha simp even after all this time ahahha thank you for your kind words and I hope you like this!!

Kazuha Dating Headcanons

How it’s like “being with” the fugitive wandering samurai. (masterlist)

Beforehand

The whole dating thing is entirely dependent on when you met or known Kazuha. So for this one, we establish that you and Kazuha are friends even before he became a fugitive.

Your clan and the Kaedahara clan are known to be close, and that’s how you’ve known your childhood friend. You’re always together during the peace time of Inazuma, sometimes getting into trouble due to his wayfaring nature.

Your family tried desperately to help the Kaedahara clan with their financial issues but it wasn’t exactly enough to maintain such a large clan. Soon enough the samurai clan lost its power, and what remains of their abode became foreign as a more powerful clan reclaimed it.

But despite all of that, Kazuha’s happiness is your main priority and you’re relieved that despite the misfortune the young master felt more freer than ever. He leaves the sheltered life behind with the promise to visit you as frequent as he could.

And that he does, even when the vision hunt decree was enacted, even when it’s unsafe to be near the area where many eyes can identify him, Kazuha always kept his promises to visit and spend time with. And thankfully, with the history of your clans, your family are still ever so welcoming to his presence.

You even met his newfound friend (and his adorable cat!) during one of his visits, and Kazuha felt all the heaviness on his shoulders disappear when you two hit it off instantly! And after that visit he received a pat on the back and a thumbs up from his friend, telling him that he got his blessing.

This caused said friend to get smacked over the head by a flustered Anemo boy.

So when the news that he perished after issuing a duel before the throne came to you, the pain was just as bad as Kazuha’s anguish. That night you huddled together in the comforts of your room, weeping over your friend and the danger Kazuha now faces. Somehow all the peaceful times blurred into nothingness, the period of darker times and complications marked that day.

But you despite it all, Kazuha is still the honest man that he is, and he will fulfill his promises to the end: for you, for him, and for his slumbering friend.

Courting

Kazuha is a man of words and custom. Sometimes you think that his passion for poetry and wit were the things that made you fall for him, and he thought it was the best method to confess to someone as honorable as you.

So, yes, it was Kazuha who first confessed through a lengthy, poetic love letter that he left after sleeping over one night, something that he had planned many weeks ago yet kept to himself. Why would you want to be with someone who has nothing to his name? A person that you can’t spend time with freely, who prioritizes his selfish desire to be a vagabond than stay longer with you?

These thoughts stayed with him throughout the week that he avoided coming to your house and still lingered as he begrudgingly trudged up the hill to where your estate is, expecting the rejection at the sight of you waiting for him at the balcony of your room, his usual point of entry.

“YOU!” Kazuha was taken aback by the angry finger pointed at him, he was expecting something else, something sadder or guilty perhaps. Anger isn’t one of them - oh yeah, he did avoid you for a week, didn’t he? “You have the guts to drop this-” the sight of the letter in your hand made him physically recoil, “and then disappear for a week like nothing happened?! Come up here right now or I’m dropkicking your ass!”

Hurriedly, in main concern of your well-being, Kazuha used his elemental skill to jump up to the balcony - where he was met by a tight hug and you reciprocating his feelings. He hugs back in relief, before being smacked over the head for what he did.

Kazuha carries his hobby with him when you started dating, when you told him how nice it was and how you always feel flustered when it’s directed at you. Poetry, haikus, letters complimenting everything he loves about you when he knows it will take a while for him to come back. You have a special box filled with all his notes. And your favorite one:

My love is a butterfly Flies from hither to stay here forever In love and true perfection

On worse days when he’s there, at night he brings comfort by playing with his leaf, a skill of leaf-blowing he picked up from his travels and perfected for your sake. When there are times when you couldn’t sleep properly, he’s always there to pluck a leaf from the trees outside, playing a tune until you find the right comfort to rest. Usually in the company of his arms.

Kazuha absolutely loves cooking for you! When rare days comes that he is able to visit during daytime he likes to demonstrate his cooking skills, always assuring that he gets the freshest ingredients for you to eat. They’re barely a miss, like he knows your taste more than you. He takes a mental note of your favorites, your reactions and of course, your honest feedback.

The next time he comes over, he has enough to feed your family. Sometimes you feel your clan loves him more than you did.

When there are interesting things he’d encountered during his travels, he’s sure to tell you the best of them! These moments are like subtle nudges of him to convince you to join him on his adventures, enticing you with his stories to a life full of meaning and excitement out there.

More often than not at the end of his story sessions, despite knowing that it isn’t safe for you to go out (with or without him) he’ll always have this soft look in his eyes as he looks at you, smile so soft as he looks at you like a daydream, “I can’t wait to be with you out there.”

Kazuha loves it when he gets a reaction from you, whether it be your happiness or relief as he ascends to your home, genuine curiosity over his tales, the embarrassment when he makes a move, or even the worry when he comes back looking a little worse for wear.

Traveling with Kazuha

You’ve always lived a semi-sheltered life in Inazuma due to your protective clan, with your interaction mostly focused with the villagers of your area and the people in your estate. When the decree started, you barely go out now, your people feared that your Vision would be taken away if the Tenryou Commission were to see you.

It was also the main reason why despite Kazuha’s desire to show you a whole new world out there, he couldn’t ever prioritize his own feelings over your safety. It was also one of the main reasons he joined the Resistance: to make a better world for you so that he can be with you in a free world.

However, one day, a clan that’s in the favor of the Vision Hunt Decree snitched on you to the Tenryou Commission. And you were almost captured (as the only Vision holder in your clan) if not for Kazuha arriving at the last minute, fighting them off before escaping with you.

Your family was able to contact him before everything escalated, and decided that it was far more safer for you to be with him than stay at your clan. And so became your current life with Kazuha.

With a favor, Kazuha managed to get you to join the Crux Fleet. And it took a whole month before everyone (including Beidou) to find out about your relationship. This quiet boy? In a relationship with you?! Everyone calmly lost their shit, and there was a drinking party on board (for the rowdy adults).

It was warm, carefree and exciting. Despite your previous worries about the life you left behind, next to Kazuha in the middle of the ocean, somehow things ended up alright. Better even.

You jive with everyone quite well, especially with Beidou - the woman loves you to bits! Teasing you, pulling you around after finding out your backstory, as Kazuha awkwardly follows from behind in silence.

Whenever you’re around, Kazuha’s demure demeanor completely vanishes, from the mysterious kid that the crew didn’t know the name of for weeks turns into a rambunctious teen that’s only purpose is to make you crack a smile or laugh.

He is so down bad, everyone but you notices this, and soon he too became a huge target for teasing.

You’ve realized too that Kazuha smells a lot like the nature around him, sometimes the sea salt from the sea that you spend most of your days on, to the maple leaves of the forest near the docks of the cities you land in, or the musky, earthly scent of the mountains that you both trek.

Kazuha likes to be by your side every second of the day, as long as possible. And oh does he love teaching you things about the outside world, like how to tell the weather, the constellations in the sky, the inner workings of the ship.

He’s like a lovesick puppy trailing behind you. Sometimes he had to be physically removed away from you to help out on the ship, and the unlucky crew member who drags him away during a particularly bad mood gets the worst glare in their life. If they try to tell it to the others, the crew won’t believe him.

Kazuha Kaedahara had always been fascinated by you, and now that you’re here with him, he wouldn’t pass up to spend every second together. Anywhere in the world, with him you’ll be safe.

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[the-untamed-obsession]

When Someone Flirts With You!

Hello! Little disclaimer: This is the same format used on two different blogs, they’re both mine (if you’ve seen them). This is just a really fun thing to do, so I always try to do them for new fandoms I join and whatnot. I hope you like it! 

Sidenote: Normally, I have banners just cuz they look nice but I’m not sure if I wanna make em for this blog, yet.

Includes: Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Wen Ning, Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng, Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, and Xue Yang.

Come one, come all! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your mans!

Wei Wuxian:

One day, you were at a tavern waiting for your boyfriend to get back. He had left for only ten minutes and someone had already swooped in to bother you. No matter what you said or did, they just wouldn’t back off.

Like people don’t know who he is-

Normally, he won’t jump in immediately. He’ll stay back and just let you handle it if you can. If you can’t handle it, just look at him. He’ll know the second you make eye contact.

He prefers to stand next to the person and joins them. Of course, they’re uncomfortable and ask what he’s trying to do and he’ll respond with something like “flirting with my partner, they’re cute, aren’t they?”

Yeah, that usually doesn’t work. Unless people KNOW him and are scared of him, they would just brush him off.

He doesn’t like that. Not one bit, especially when you’re getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

He’ll try to do the same thing again, but the SECOND someone tries to touch you, he slaps them with his flute. No, he ain’t playing it, he’s swinging it. In one whole second, he’s in front of you and the person is most likely on the floor. 10/10 would recommend.

“Don’t ever touch my (y/n) ever again, ok?”

Lan Wangji:

You followed Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji on their adventures often and always tried to stay close to the duo. The ONE TIME you decided to go off on your own, you found yourself cornered. Thankfully, both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were just around the corner.

Oh dear.

He glares. He just idles at glaring at everyone. So even before you ask for help, he’ll just glare at the person. But if you need help, feel free to call him.

He’ll immediately stand between you and the offender. He’s not scared, he’s not arguing, just glaring silently.

50/50, he’s actually pretty scary so most people are freaked out.

In the unlikely event it doesn’t work out and they continue to push you, he’s fighting. But it’s Lan Wangji, he doesn’t have to try. It’s just… smack and they’re down. 10/10 would recommend.

“...”

Wen Ning:

During his adventures with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, Wen Ning often tends to go off by himself. You always followed him, trying to keep as close as you could. There was one day where you were hungry, so you went to buy some snacks. Wen Ning didn’t come with you and you definitely regretted not asking him to join you. Someone had cornered you and they just wouldn’t let you leave so you had to call out to your boyfriend.

Even as fierce corpse, he’s pretty hesitant at times. So normally, he’d just wait it out to see what you do, mainly because he doesn’t want to be THAT boyfriend... you know the one who just does too much.

If you need help, just call him or look at him. He’ll be in front of you in a second, hiding you behind his form. He’ll at first just ask someone to leave you alone.

0/10. Never works, he just LOOKS nervous. So people will either try to push him out of the way or just roll their eyes and ignore him, while still trying to talk to you.

Wen Ning doesn’t care if people ignore him, it’s not the first time. What does really bother him though is when people can’t take a hint. He hates when you’re uncomfortable, so if someone is making you feel like that ON PURPOSE, he hates it.

The thing is, they can’t shove Wen Ning out of the way. He’s actually pretty strong and so the second they try to (especially after they ignore him), he just grabs their arm and twists it, holding them in place until they apologize to you.

8/10, usually very effective but if it still doesn’t work, he’ll just throw them out of the establishment. He warned them TWICE, he ain’t doing it again.

“Are you ok? I’m glad... I was worried I was too late.”

Lan Xichen:

He had invited you to an event with him, one where you did your best to stay close to him. You’d already seen some weird stares, ones that made you very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, Lan Xichen was called away for one second, but that’s all it took for someone to immediately come bother you.

He’s very observant, so he’s always got his eye on you. He worries more than he likes to admit, only because he doesn’t want to overdo it. You’re an adult, who can handle themselves.

However, if you do need help, just call for him. He’s on his way. He’ll immediately stop them by grabbing their arm and pulling them away, claiming they’re making you uncomfortable.

50/50 and it depends on whether they know him. Most don’t so they’ll kinda brush him off, which he doesn’t appreciate.

He’ll try again, not wanting to resort to violence. There are times where people just quit, finding him bothersome, but there’s always ONE person who wants to try again.

One person even tried to touch you once, roughly grabbing your arm and yanking you away from Lan Xichen.

Oh boy, he had his sword out faster than you’d ever seen. The person immediately let you go and you hid behind your boyfriend.

“Do not touch people without their permission.”

Jiang Cheng:

You were with Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Jiang Cheng on one of their numerous adventures. They had left for maybe thirty minutes and you were keeping busy doing your own thing, when you felt a hand grab you. You thought it was Jiang Cheng, but boy were you wrong. However, your boyfriend wasn’t too far away.

He is PROTECTIVE.

The last thing he wants to see on your face is discomfort, especially when it’s caused by some creep.

He’s in front of you in a second and he’s usually pretty aggressive. The last thing you want to see is him fight, so you often just grab his arm and hide behind him.

Just that alone, usually makes people back off. It’s kinda obvious you’re already his. BUT. There’s that one fool…

They often move closer to you, ignoring Jiang Cheg, and ask if you’d like to “upgrade” to someone better. Before you can even answer, they’re on the floor.

“Yeah, like you’re any better. Come on, (y/n).”

Xiao Xingchen:

Normally, you’re glued to the hip with Xiao Xingchen, since you two were so close. There was one occasion where you stepped away from him to gather some flowers. He wanted to talk to someone about something, nothing you often concerned yourself with. That’s when someone took their chance and swooped in.

So he can’t see you, but he can hear you. All you gotta do is call for him and he’ll be at your side faster than the speed of light. He’s not immediately jumping to fight and often prefers to talk things out, instead.

0/10. It never works. Not one time has that ever worked. People just don’t back down, especially those who tend to bother you.

They usually just shove Xiao Xingchen aside, thinking he’s just a blind man who can’t do anything.

This is one of those things that just… bothers him. Xiao Xingchen can’t understand why, but when someone bothers you, it really makes him upset.

He’ll once again try to stop the offender through a more pacifistic way, but there was one time when someone roughly grabbed your hand and yanked you away from Xiao Xingchen. The squeal that left your mouth was something that just made him draw his sword.

It really was an accident. No one was hurt, but the person was scared away. 69/10 would recommend.

“Are you alright? Good, I’m sorry they hurt you.”

Song Lan:

You had often followed him and Xiao Xingchen on their adventures, doing your best to stick close to them both. One day you saw a flower that intrigued you more than it should have. So you walked over to it and you were gone for maybe ten seconds, but when you turned around, you couldn’t see Song Lan or Xiao Xingchen, but you did see another person blocking your path. He found you pretty quickly.

He’s usually always on high alert. He’s extremely protective of you, sometimes surprising himself.

He’ll usually step him, keeping you hidden behind himself so the other person can’t see you. If someone is holding your wrist, he’ll use his sheathed sword to separate you two. He mentions you’re uncomfortable and tells the person to leave.

2/10, it’ll work sometimes but rarely. Usually offenders shrug him off and just pretend as if he’s not there. Even if you hide behind him, they’ll walk around and try to get at you that way. If they touch you, it’s almost as if they touched Song Lan and he really doesn’t like that.

The second they try to grab you, they’re on the floor unconscious. They don’t stand a chance.

10/10 works every time. They’re not unconscious EVERY SINGLE TIME it’d about 90% of the time.

“Let’s go. No they’re fine, don’t worry about them.”

Xue Yang:

Xue Yang is obviously protective and he doesn’t like it when people touch/bother you. You belong to him, nobody else. There was one day you strayed too far and got in some trouble with 4 people.

LMAO

Xue Yang usually laughs when he steps in, telling everyone they should leave before he kills them.

Of course people don’t listen. Usually, they just brush him aside and go back to “impressing” you.

Xue Yang warns people ONCE. One warning and that’s IT. If they don’t listen, their funeral. Literally.

The worst occasion was when someone shoved Xue Yang away and pushed you against the wall. You screamed and felt something touching your chest. When you looked down, it was Xue Yang sword poking you which had been stabbed through the offender’s chest.

10/10 they’re literally dead?

“I warned you about touching what belongs to me.”

[soldierswar]

A Puppy

Bucky x Reader

Wholesome fluff

Plot: You and your fiancé Bucky have been fighting about getting a puppy for a little while. But what happens when you don't give Bucky much of a choice?

“Y/N we’re not getting a puppy,” Bucky groaned.

“Why not?” you pouted.

“What the hell are we gonna do with a puppy, doll? They are so much work.”

You and Bucky had been bickering about the idea of getting a puppy for the past month. It was always a dream of yours to have a husband and a dog that you could cuddle with on the couch while watching a movie. And now that you were engaged and about to get married in a month, naturally, the next step would be getting a puppy.

Unfortunately, Bucky didn’t agree.

“But come one, babe,” you whined while batting your eyelashes.

“You love dogs.”

He pointed a finger at you.

“I am not falling for that glossy eye trick of yours again.”

You smirked. It really was his downfall sometimes. But much to your dismay, sometimes he had more self-control than others.

“Puppies can be messy,” he pointed out.

“My little sister had one and trust me, they take a while to get house trained, and you have to get up early to walk them every day. And they can get so stubborn.”

“And we can learn how to train him. Come on, Buck. You’ve been through a lot worse things in your life than getting a puppy.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“We’ll talk about it later, I’ve gotta go.”

This usually meant that you weren’t going to talk about it until you decide to start nagging at him about it again.

You sighed pretending to admit your defeat while he started to put his shoes on.

Then you noticed his pause. Not just any pause, but a suspicious pause.

“Y/N?” he questioned.

“…What was that sound?”

Your heart stopped the second that he asked you that.

“What sound?”

He glared at you suspiciously.

“Come on,” you reasoned.

“We live in an apartment building. There are lots of sounds.”

He didn’t stop glaring and slowly stood up and stepped over to the door of your office.

When his hand reached the doorknob and opened, you gulped. And of course, he saw what was really in your office.

“Yeah…I fucking thought so.”

Your new dark grey Pitbull puppy scurried out of your office and jumped on Bucky. Bucky didn’t react. He just stayed still.

“If it makes you feel any better I got him at a shelter. He’s 2 months old, and house trained.”

You held a guilty look on your face.

“I knew I should have been suspicious when you referred to our hypothetical puppy as a ‘he’.”

You shrugged.

“Freudian slip?”

“We’re not keeping the dog,” he huffed.

You frowned.

“Why is that your decision?”

“Why was that your decision to get this puppy?”

He looked down at the puppy that innocently tilted his head. How could he say no to that little face? You certainly couldn’t resist him at the dog shelter.

He shook his head and put his other shoe on before leaving.

“We’re gonna talk about this later.”

Okay so now he was down to talk.

When Bucky left the puppy made his way over to you for you to pick him up.

“How did you manage to get out of your crate?”

Of course, he couldn’t answer, but he just panted while enjoying scratchies.             “He’ll come around,” you assured him.

He barked happily.

“I promise.”

…

(Cont.) Day 1

When you walked in the door you were surprised to find Bucky home already. You had only left an hour after he did, and you were only gone for an hour. What surprised you, even more, was that the puppy was on the couch with him with his head comfortably resting on Bucky’s leg.

“Uhhhh…Hey there.”

Bucky was startled and looked down at the little guy.

“He um…” he began explaining.

“He was crying to get out of your office when I got here. It was irritating.”

“Mmhmm,” you answered as you began taking the groceries out of their bags. That included puppy food, bowls, and toys.

“What are those?” he asked.

“What does it look like?” you retorted.

“Umm, it looks like you’re getting ready to make him comfortable here.”

“Well if the shoe fits,” you shrugged.

“We can’t keep him, Y/N.”

The puppy then climbed onto Bucky’s lap nudging onto his shirt for attention and more scratchies. And for the next two minutes, all he did was give you reasons why keeping a dog would be a bad idea as he mindlessly and continuously pet him without even realizing it.

In fact, if you didn’t know any better you would think that this was even relaxing Bucky. Either way, he was talking to deaf ears. All you could do was watch your fiancé subconsciously make this puppy the happiest pet in the world.

When he realized what he was doing he picked him up and passed him over to you.

“You have a week to find him a new home.”

You gave him angry nostril flares. But you then thought about watching Bucky bond with the little guy that he claimed he didn’t want.

“We’ll see about that.”

…

Day 3

Three days. Three days since you brought the little guy home and Bucky still insisted on giving him up.

You were glad that he at least didn’t want you to take him back to the shelter. He wasn’t cruel like that to put him back in a cage.

You constantly bickered on why you guys couldn’t keep him. Especially since one of his first arguments was that puppies were hard to house train. But he had owners for a  little while before being put in the shelter. So he was already house trained. And then he’d claim that he just didn’t want to keep a dog…Yet his actions said otherwise.

When he wasn’t around you, you caught flashes of Bucky looking like he kind of liked him. You’d catch him giving him attention for a few seconds while checking to see if the coast was clear. Or even giving him a treat every now and again just because he did something cute. If you didn’t know any better you’d think that he was starting to like him.

That’s when you realized…You were wearing him down.

Good boy.

…

Day 4

“Alright Smokey, sit.”

The puppy sat and waited for Bucky to give him his treat.

You rubbed your eyes unsure if you were seeing what you were seeing, or if you were still asleep and just dreaming. But sure enough, it seemed like this was really happening.

You looked at where you had last left the leash and it wasn’t there. It was on the counter…And the puppies’ paws were wet. And what did he just call him?

“Did you walk him?”

Bucky snapped his head in your direction startled by your presence and immediately hardened his expressions hoping that you didn’t notice his little tender moment. But there was no way that you were letting this go.

“Did you just call him…Smokey?”

He froze.

“I…I um. I mean I figured we should call him something for his new home. We can’t have people think that we’re abusing the little guy.”

You were suspicious at how fond he sounded talking about him. In fact, how long had he been calling him Smokey?

“Smokey,” you called out in a soft high pitched voice in his direction. He immediately snapped his head, let out a little happy bark, and trotted over to you.

He had definitely been called Smokey for long enough. And the little guy seemed to like the name.

“Did he wake you up or something?” you croaked, sleep still heavy in your voice.

“No,” he answered.

“I just couldn’t sleep after 3 am so I just took him out early.”

He said that with a smile on his face, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” you said.

“Well, I’m going back to bed. Have fun with each other’s company.”

…

Day 5

“No, buddy you give me one paw, not jump up to give me two” Bucky sighed sitting on the floor in front of Smokey. Smokey gave Bucky a frustrated bark because of the withholding of another bite of his treat.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart just turn into goo inside of your chest. They just had to be the most adorable pair.

A few hours ago you walked into the apartment to find Bucky asleep on the couch with Smokey laying comfortably on his chest, with Bucky’s hand resting on him. You had never seen Bucky look so comfortable sleeping without you, or even take a midday nap. Another thing to point out was that Bucky just seemed overall a little more relaxed in general since you brought Smokey into the house.

Before it could go any further you decided to break the news to him.

“I think I might have found a home for him.”

Bucky frowned while letting Smokey chew on his index finger.

“What?”

“Yeah, this couple from Colorado seem really interested in him.”

His face dropped a little bit before catching himself to seem more neutral.

“Well,” he said.

“I mean…I guess he might like the countryside?”

He picked Smokey up and held him against his chest while scratching his neck.

“You think you’ll like that?”

Smokey looked him in the eyes and barked.

“There’s also another couple in Brooklyn that are considering taking him too.”

He looked a little more intrigued. As if he was pleased that Smokey would be a little closer to you guys instead of being in another state.

“Are they close by?”

You smiled.

“Yeah, actually. I think we might even know them.”

He looked even more curious.

“They’re this pretty hot couple that is engaged,” you began.

“The guy isn’t quite sure about wanting a puppy, but his fiancé is getting him around to the idea and he’s minutes away from giving in. I think you know him. Tall guy? Metal arm?”

Bucky shook his head.

“Okay, I get it,” he groaned.

“I mean I’m not sure about them quite yet, so I can call that other couple in Colora—”

“Y/N, stop.”

He held Smokey up like Simba and looked at him fondly.

“What do you think?” Bucky asked Smokey scrunching his face at him.

Smokey leaned forward to kiss Bucky’s forehead.

You walked over to your room and picked up the phone making the phone call that you needed to make.

“Hello?” you said when the call started.

“Hi,” I’m calling on behalf of Smokey.”

“Okay, I get it!” Bucky exclaimed making you chuckle since you could hear him from the living room and of course through the phone.

When you went back to meet them, Bucky was still sitting on the floor playing with little Smokey who was rolling on the floor and play biting him. And then he asked you,

“There’s no couple from Colorado, is there?”

You snorted.

“Of course not.”

“I haven’t put one ad out on the internet.”

Bucky side-eyed you, and you gave him an overexaggerated innocent grin.

“You win this round future Mrs. Barnes.”

…

Day 7

This was it. Your dream had officially come true.

You and Bucky were snuggling on the couch watching a movie, and there Smokey was curled up in a ball on your stomach.

In all honesty, you weren’t even paying attention to the movie. All your attention was the impossibly cute little creature laying on you absorbing every pet that you gave him, even in his sleep.

Every time you looked back up at Bucky, you noticed that his eyes weren’t even on the tv either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of the cute.

“Can we keep him?” you whispered for the 100th time that day.

And just like the other 99 times, he kissed you on the head and whispered exactly what you didn’t want to hear.

“As long as I’m still his favourite.”

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Drowning | JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: JJ saves your life. 

A/N: I had this idea this morning and just thought it would turn out into a great fic. I hope you guys enjoy! xx 

!!!! Warning: curse words, drugs, drowning and resuscitation 

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Your parents were throwing a party to celebrate your dad’s growing company and the guest list included most of the kooks on the island. You were okay with going to the party because you thought Sarah would be the one to accompany Ward and Rose, but instead it was Rafe who showed up in her place. Sarah was hanging out with John B. 

That’s where you would like to be right now, except you wanted to be hanging out with JJ instead of John B of course. You and JJ had grown into close friends the last few months. Your car had broke down on the side of the road and out of everyone who passed by, JJ was the one to stop and help. He offered to look at your car and see if he could figure out what was wrong and since then your friendship grew. 

Your family didn’t mind you hanging out with JJ or the rest of the pogues for that matter. Your family didn’t follow the other kooks in hating the pogues because most of your dad’s employees were from the Cut. He actually knew them as a person and didn’t judge them for what side of the island they lived on. 

It was only 30 minutes into the party, Rafe had come out of your guest bathroom with bloodshot eyes and the remnants of white powder on his nose. You knew he’d just done a line, which meant he was drunk and high. He’d already downed three drinks. 

“Seriously, Rafe? My bathroom?” 

“What? Scared your parents might think it’s you doing coke?” He jokes, wiping his nose. 

You roll your eyes, “They know me better than that. Why did you come tonight anyways?” You made your way outside, Rafe following. 

“My dad asked me. Said there could be a potential job opportunity.” 

“So you decide to snort a line of coke? What a great first impression.” 

“Who are you to judge me? You’re the one who slums it around with those nasty pogues on the cut.” 

“Hanging out with the pogues is better than doing drugs, Rafe. That’s not even a good comparison. Plus, they’re better people than you kooks.” 

“Last time I checked, princess, you’re one of us too.” He continues to follow you down to the edge of your dock. 

“Last time I checked, I don’t snort cocaine and disappoint my parents.” You fire back, turning to face him. Okay, maybe that was a little too far on your part, but sometimes Rafe needs it instead of being babied.  

 He narrows his eyes at you, “You fucking bitch.” And with that he slams his hands into your chest, sending you into the water. 

~ 

When Sarah had arrived at John B’s, JJ questioned her where you were. She’d explained that you were at your family’s party. JJ then suggested going over there to pick you up on the boat and then do a little evening fishing. He knew you loved being out on the water so you could watch the sunset. The rest of the  pogues agreed and headed out to the boat. 

It wasn’t a long drive out to your house. John B had slowed the boat when they entered the wake zone and JJ spotted you heading down the dock, Rafe following behind. 

“Well that makes it easier for us to pick her up.” Sarah says with a laugh when she saw you at the end of the dock. 

“They look like they are arguing.” Kie shields the sun from her eyes, “Someone yell out for her.” 

Before anyone could yell, they watched as Rafe pushed you into the water and then turned around and headed back to the house.  

“Oh my god!” Sarah was up from her seat in seconds, worry in her voice, “She can’t swim!” 

“hang on!” John B gassed the boat and got as close as he could without getting too close to the area you could be in. 

JJ had already pulled his shirt and shoes off and was diving into the water. Your body came floating to the surface, face down. JJ surfaced nearby and flipped your body over, but you weren’t responsive. 

“Y/n?! Shit shit..” JJ swam your body to the dock as John be got close enough to the dock. Pope jumped off the boat and onto the dock, pulling your body up on the dock. 

JJ exited the water and began tapping on your shoulders and shaking you, “Y/N?! Y/n can you hear me?!” He leaned down and put his ear against your chest but you weren’t breathing. There wasn’t a pulse felt either. “She’s not fucking breathing!” JJ immediately began CPR, panic setting in. 

“Someone call 911!” 

“Help! Someone help!” 

The ruckus down at the dock caught the attention of the party goers. Soon you could see your parents running down to the dock. 

“Come on, y/n! Breath!” JJ alternated between mouth to mouth and chest compressions. About the third alternation, you finally coughed and JJ could breath again. He cradled your head to the side as you coughed up the water, “Good good..” 

Your eyes met JJ’s, “What..” 

“Shh..” His hand went to your cheek, “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He held you in his lap until your parents got to you asking what happened. Your mom had took JJ’s place, giving you a look over, checking for any other injuries. 

You could see Rafe’s sober face at the front of the crowd, “I.. I tripped and fell in.” 

“Oh honey.” Your mom holds you tightly in her arms, “I’ve told you to never wear those heels on the dock.” 

JJ had to hold back the urge to jump at Rafe and beat the shit out of him. He knew Rafe had pushed you in. If JJ hadn’t suggested to pick you up, you’d be dead right now because of Rafe.

“You saved her life.” Your dad placed a hand on JJ’s shoulder, pulling JJ from his thoughts. 

JJ ran a hand over his wet hair to get it out of his face, “We’d seen her fall in.” He motioned to the rest of the pogues, “Sarah said she couldn’t swim.” 

Your dad holds a hand out to JJ, “We’re forever grateful.” 

JJ shook your fathers hand, with a nod, “I’m just glad we were here.” He took the towel from John B to dry off. 

Sarah had took a moment with you next, hugging on you. She’d given you a towel to wrap around yourself. It was after Sarah was done, you went to JJ, immediately wrapping your arms around him. 

He returned the hug, “You scared the shit out of me.” He gave you a tighter squeeze. 

“Thank you.” You felt him kiss the top of your head. 

“You weren’t breathing.” He pulled away enough to look down at you, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, “I’ve never been so terrified.” 

You were well aware of the crowd watching. However, your parents attention was on the police who’d just arrived. They’d explained what had happened. “This is the second time you’ve saved me.” 

“The first was your car. Not your life.” He fixes the towel back around your shoulders. 

You let out a soft laugh, “Well, either way you’re always saving me. How can I return the favor?” 

“Well, I know how to swim.” He teases, “So you don’t have to save me from drowning.” 

You roll your eyes at his teasing, “How about...” You bite your lip in thought and finally the idea comes to you, “A date? I mean I don’t really know how to pay you back that would live up to you literally saving my life.”  

“A date?” He hums, “I think that would work as a great payment. Only if it’s maybe a weekly date kind of thing.” 

You laugh and nod, “I can make that work.” 

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

[drabbles-mc]

Pick Up The Pieces

Opie Wintson x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Opie being gutted when he finds out Lyla doesn't want more kids, cheats on her with his best friend who actually turns up preggo. I feel like it could be a angst, smut, fluff combo. Idk thank you!

Warnings: language, angst, cheating, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, pregnancy, (this really really has it all my friends)

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: While it is usually against my moral code to inflict pain on my lumberjack husband, I got pretty into this. I hope this is what you had in mind! xo

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You heard the knock at the door and you instantly became confused. It was late on a Friday night and your place wasn’t exactly known for being a party spot. Case in point, you were bundled up in a fluffy bathrobe with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine while watching He’s Just Not That Into You for the millionth time. You tightened the belt of your robe as you stood up and made your way to the door.

Looking through the peephole, you see Opie standing on the other side of your door. It was too dark to get a good look at his expression, but if he was showing up by himself on a Friday night you had to assume that he wasn’t in the best of shape.

Unlocking the door, you opened it and greeted him with a soft smile, “Hey, Ope.”

He didn’t even have it in him to muster a smile, “Hey. Sorry to just show up like this.”

You shook your head as you gestured for him to come inside, “No need to apologize. My door is always open for you,” you shut and locked it once he came inside, “What’s going on?”

Opie towered over everyone, yourself included, but he looked so small as he stood in the middle of your living room. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, and you could see the defeated look on his face. You stepped in and hugged him, pressing yourself tight against his chest. His arms looped tight around you and rested the side of his head against yours. You felt his chest rise and fall slowly as he took one deep breath after another, trying to keep it together.

“You can talk to me, you know,” you stayed leaning against him, “Did something happen?”

There were a million different things that it could be. The club had been a mess lately, you knew that things with him and Lyla had been rocky, and then there was the hot mess express that was his family. There were a lot of different things to choose from, you just wondered what had him in such a hurt place.

“Shit with Lyla,” he mumbled against your hair.

You sighed quietly, disappointed but not surprised. You had no problem with Lyla—she seemed like a sweet woman. She was a good friend to the club and she was good with her kid and Opie’s. But you always had the feeling that Opie was trying to fit a square peg into a round hole with her. He wanted things to work but he also wanted her to change, which wasn’t fair to either of them.

“What happened?”

“She doesn’t want kids. Never bothered to fuckin’ mention it,” he shook his head, “Lied about being on birth control.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise. Usually, women who hooked up with the guys lied about being on birth control meaning they said they were on it when they weren’t, not the other way around. But it really shouldn’t have surprised Opie, especially given Lyla’s line of work.

“I’m sorry,” you told him.

He shook his head, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. You told me from the jump that it wasn’t going to work.”

You pulled back from him, “That’s not what I said. I said it was going to take some work.”

His laugh was hollow, “Right.”

You let your arms drop back to your sides, “Take your boots off, stay awhile. I’m only like twenty minutes into my movie if you wanna join me.”

He looked at the screen and instantly knew what you were watching, which he hated admitting, “You never get tired of this one, huh?”

You shook your head, “Nope,” you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a second wine glass, “I don’t have any beer. Wine alright?”

He chuckled and nodded, “I’ll take whatever you got.”

You walked back over to the couch and sat down next to him, handing over the glass as you did. He picked the bottle up off the coffee table and poured himself a generous glass, immediately taking a long drink out of it. You were so used to seeing Opie with either a beer bottle or a shot glass in his hand that it was a bit of an amusing switch-up to see him sipping on Moscato.

“You wanna talk about it?” you’d been friends with Opie long enough to know that sometimes he just needed to brood about things for a bit before having a discussion about them. You still always offered the option, though.

He shook his head, “No.”

“Wanna watch Justin Long get his world turned upside down with me?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Sure.”

You leaned onto his side as you pulled your feet up underneath you. It had been a while since the two of you had gotten to spend some quality one-on-one time with each other. You wished that it hadn’t been brought on by him being so upset, but nonetheless you were glad that he still considered you someone that he could lean on.

“Thank you,” he said after a few minutes of silence, draping his arm around your shoulders.

You nodded, “Of course. Listen, I have movie night here with myself every Friday night. You’re always invited.”

He chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You felt him press you tighter against his side, “I really am sorry, Opie.”

He sighed, “It is what it is. Just gotta…pick up the pieces I guess.”

You turned and looked up at him, and despite the fact that he sounded calm and collected, you could see it in his eyes how hurt he was. He’d always been a family man. In your eyes, he was a family man who got put in the wrong life, but there was nothing to do about that now. He was being forced to juggle it and figure it all out. Learning was tough.

“You’ll figure it out,” you nodded as you reassuringly rested your hand on his chest, “You always do.”

Behind the tears and underneath the sadness, you could see something else in his eyes. You ignored it, not wanting to make a bad situation worse. You pulled away, clearing your throat as you poured yourself another glass of wine. You offered the bottle to him, and he gladly accepted it and refilled his glass.

You found yourself curled comfortably against his side again, pretending not to notice that his hand had slid down to rest dangerously low on your hip. You could feel the slight pressure of his fingertips through the fluff of your robe. You fought to stay focused on the movie but it was difficult when you could feel him staring down at you.

“Something you wanna talk about?” you finally asked.

Despite the look in his eyes, he shook his head, “No.”

“You sure?”

You saw his eyes dart down and look at your lips, and instantly the heat began to rise in your face. You knew that he was just lost and hurting, and that you were just full of liquid confidence, but part of you was telling you that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. If there was anyone you could maintain a friendship with after a hookup, it was Opie, right?

“You’re beautiful.”

You chuckled, trying to pretend that you were less flustered than you really were, “And you’re full of wine.”

He reached out and cupped your chin when you went to turn away, forcing you to look at him, “I mean it,” his hand slid up so that it was resting on your cheek.

You placed your hand over his, “This isn’t what you need right now, Ope,” it killed you to say it but you knew that it was true.

“Please,” it was the most broken you’d heard his voice sound in a while.

That, and the look in his eyes, wiped away what little self-control you had left. You gave him a slight nod and he instantly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You’d imagined kissing Opie a thousand times, even if you didn’t want to admit it, but it never went quite like this. It was desperate, like he was trying to fill a void, and you let him try. His hands cupped either side of your face and you reveled in the feeling of the roughness of his hands against the soft skin of your cheeks.

His hands dropped, gripping onto your hips and maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. You kept your lips pressed to his as you tore the beanie off his head, letting his hair fall down to his shoulders. You raked your fingers through it as you bit down lightly on his bottom lip, causing him to wrap his arms tighter around you.

He pulled his lips off of yours, letting them slide down to your neck. You tilted your head back to give him better access, a soft moan escaping your lips as he began to untie the belt of your robe. He pushed it down off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He drank in the sight of you in nothing but your bra and underwear, hands exploring all of the newly exposed skin that he had access to.

You lifted the bottom hem of his shirt, tossing it off to the side. You gawked at his tattoos, the muscles that flexed throughout his chest and shoulders. You’d seen him without a shirt on countless times, but being able to look and being able to touch were two completely different things. You lightly traced your fingers along the tattoos that covered his skin, but your admiration time was cut short as he pulled you into another needy kiss, reminding you what this was all really about.

His tongue ran along your bottom lip as he pulled your panties to the side, tracing one finger along your folds. You shuddered and moaned into his mouth at the contact, wordlessly begging him for more contact. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slid his finger into you, moaning at how wet you already were.

You bit down hard on his bottom lip as he slid another finger in to join the first. You hungrily moved against his hand, desperate for any and all contact. His other hand rested on the back of your neck, making sure that your lips stayed attached to his. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as his grip on you tightened slightly.

You pulled away, hands instantly going to the buckle of his belt. As soon as it was undone Opie lifted his hips off the couch just enough to push his jeans and boxers down below his knees, letting them pool by his ankles on the floor. He gripped back onto your hips and pulled you closer, situating you so that you were right over him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his as he pushed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Not wasting any time, you began to move your body against his. It was messy, desperate, but the two of you didn’t need anything more than that. His nails dug into your back as you mindlessly tugged at his hair. He swallowed your moans as his nails raked down your back, your hands roughly cupping his face as he did.

How years had gone by without you two ending up in this position until now was beyond you. But as your hips moved against his you knew that you’d dug yourself into a very deep hole that you didn’t know if you would be able to get yourself out of. You didn’t want to go back to how things were before this, regardless of how you ended up getting here in the first place.

Your anxieties were drowned out by the sound of Opie moaning your name, fingertips digging hard into your hips. You cursed under your breath as he bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin there.

“Fuck, Opie,” you gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”

He let out a low growl as he gripped harder onto you, hands sliding down do your ass and speeding up your movements. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the sound of his name filling the house as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs trembled beneath you as you blindly grabbed onto his shoulders to support you.

His voice was raspy as he tried and failed to get out at least one coherent sentence, “Fuck, I’m gonna, where…”

“Fuck it,” you pressed your lips hard against his for a moment, “I’m on the pill. Doesn’t matter.”

Moments later you felt him pull you as close as possible as he finished inside you, moaning and biting down hard on your shoulder as he did. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, fighting to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms tight around your middle. You leaned your head against his and lightly carded your fingers through his hair. His chest rose and fell against yours and you soaked up the contact, knowing in the back of your mind that you weren’t going to have it for long.

He stayed the night with you, and it was more of the same. You knew he was just trying not to think about the heartbreak, and you were in no position to turn him away. It was going to make it worse in the morning, but you didn’t care. He wrapped you up and held you against his chest, breathing heavy as he tangled his legs up with yours and slowly started drifting off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, which shouldn’t have been as surprising or as hurtful as it was. With a heavy sigh you pulled on an old t-shirt and made your way out to the kitchen. You saw a note on the counter next to an already-made pot of coffee. You would be able to recognize Opie’s scratchy handwriting from a mile away.

“Sorry for crashing in and leaving. Thank you for everything. Love you. -Opie”

With a sigh you tacked the note up on the fridge. You knew you should’ve just crumpled it and thrown it out, but you couldn’t. Not yet. With a heavy sigh you went to shower off the events of the previous night in an attempt to get your mind right.

You walked into the clubhouse that night, and the weekly party was already well underway. Everyone was drinking and laughing, and it was a welcome distraction. You couldn’t pretend, though, that you weren’t constantly looking for Opie.

“What brings you here, darlin’?” Jax asked with a smile as he found a spot next to you at the bar.

You leaned into his hug with a smile, “I heard parties can be a good distraction.”

He nodded, smirking when he spotted the dark marks on your neck. He tapped them with the tip of his finger, “Looks like you’ve got a handle on that just fine.”

You laughed, face instantly getting hot, “Something like that.”

“That what you need a distraction from?”

You nodded, not caring to elaborate further, “Opie here tonight?”

Jax looked around the clubhouse as he nodded, “Yea. Got here with Lyla a few minutes ago.”

“What?”

Jax returned his gaze to you, not used to hearing such a bite to your tone, “Um. Yea. You alright?”

You nodded despite the fact that you weren’t anywhere near alright. Your heart felt like it had dropped into your stomach, “I’m fine. I just, I need to step out for some air. You see Opie tell him to come find me?”

Jax nodded but didn’t say anything else as you got off your stool and all but ran for the door. You sat down at the picnic table, running your hands down your face as you fought back the tears. You had assumed that he had ended things with Lyla and that’s how he ended up at your place, but of course not. He was never good at being alone, he wouldn’t put himself in that position if he could help it.

A few minutes later you saw someone take a seat next to you out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t need to look in order to know who it was.

“You didn’t fucking break up with her?” you weren’t expecting to sound so choked up.

“Y/N, I just—”

“Just cheated on your girlfriend with me? And didn’t bother to mention that to me?” you shook your head, “And then I fucking showed up here tonight and…” your bottom lip quivered, “Fuck, Opie.”

“I know.”

“Do you?!” you snapped, “Lyla didn’t deserve that! And I sure as hell didn’t either,” you stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the table, “Y’know what, fuck this. I, I can’t be here.”

He stood up to walk after you, “Y/N, don’t. Come on.”

You were already digging your keys out of your purse, “Don’t give me that. I can’t…I can’t look at you or be around you right now. Figure your shit out, Opie.”

That was the last thing you said to him. It’d been a little over a month since then, and you hadn’t spoken to him or been back to the clubhouse since. You were currently hugging the toilet bowl as you threw up what little was left in your stomach from dinner the night before. On top of the actual nausea, you had an uneasy feeling that you knew exactly what was causing it.

Once you rinsed out your mouth and brushed your teeth, you grabbed the pregnancy tests out of the bag from the pharmacy. It was a long shot but they did always say that even the pill wasn’t 100% effective. Just your luck, you would be in the 1% that could still get pregnant on the pill.

You set the test on the sink counter and set the timer on your phone, your entire body shaking in anticipation as you waited. You didn’t know what you wanted the result to be, really. You’d always wanted kids at some point down the road, with the right person. This just felt so sudden, with so many blank spaces.

The timer went off and with a deep breath, you looked at the test. Clear as day, the little screen said pregnant. For a moment you felt like you were going to throw up all over again. But you managed to keep your composure and take another test just to be sure, and you were rewarded with the same answer. You sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to figure out what you were going to do.

You took out your phone and texted Opie, “Come over ASAP. We gotta talk”

After a month and a half of not speaking, that was probably an alarming text for him to get. It was effective, though, because within the hour you heard the sound of his motorcycle outside. He let himself in, finding you sitting at the kitchen counter with your head in your hands.

“Got your text. What’s going on?”

Before you got into it, you wanted some answers on a few things first, “How’s Lyla?”

He sighed, thinking that you had called him over just to continue berating him, “Wouldn’t know. Haven’t talked to her in weeks,” he paused, “Broke it off the week after that party.”

You nodded, “Right. Good. You tell her what happened with us?”

He shook his head, “No point. Didn’t want to drag you into all that shit if you weren’t even coming around anymore,” he waited for you to meet his eyes, “What’s this about?”

You sighed, waving for him to come closer. He walked into your kitchen, leaning on the opposite side of the counter from you. Your leg bounced nervously as you tried to put the words together, “I, um, fuck,” you took a deep breath and forced yourself to make eye contact with him, “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes went wide, “What?”

You nodded, “I’m pregnant. Missed my period a couple weeks ago. Took two tests today to be sure.”

“Is it…” he didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know what he was asking.

You nodded, “Yea. Yours.”

“But I thought you were on the pill?”

Your laugh was hollow as tears appeared in your eyes, “I was. Called my doctor about it and everything. It happens. Not common but it happens,” you shook your head, “I’m not saying you need to be involved or that we need to be together or whatever. I just, I couldn’t not tell you.”

There was a long stretch of silence as he processed what you had just told him. He drummed his fingers on the countertop, “Do you want me to be involved? You want,” he gestured back and forth between the two of you, “this? Us?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Ope. I never said anything because you’ve always been in love with someone else. Which was, fine. It was what it was. But when you came over here that night? I almost had a fucking heart attack. And then when I found out that you hadn’t even left Lyla I was fucking…gutted. I felt so dirty and…and used.”

“Y/N, it wasn’t—”

You held your hand up to stop him, “Don’t lie. Not to me, alright? You were a mess and I shouldn’t have let it happen. But I did. That was just as much on me as it was on you. I just never thought that you would do that to Lyla. Or to me.”

“I came here that night because I trust you, because I love you,” he said, his eyes glued to the counter, “You’ve always been…safe. And I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have used you for that. That was fucked up. And I’m sorry. But,” he walked around to the other side of the counter, “if you want to do this, I’m here. For you, for the baby. I’m here.”

“I can’t just pretend…”

He nodded, “I know. And I don’t want you to. I know that I’ve got work to do,” he reached and thumbed the tears off your cheeks, “But that’s work I’m more than willing to do if you’ll let me. I love you.”

You let the words sink in for a moment as you shut your eyes and rested your hand on top of his, “I love you too.”

“And I’m sorry.”

You nodded, opening your eyes to look at him, “I know.”

“But I think we could do this. I really do. If that’s what you want.”

You paused, finally giving a slow nod, “I do. But I just…I need some time to get right with all this.”

He pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss against the top of your head, “I got all the time in the world for you two.”

[marvelouspeterparker]

all worth it

pairing: tom holland x interviewer!reader

summary: tom is an actor, doing interviews is a part of his job. but there’s just something about you that makes him feel like the stress that comes with press tours and interviews is all worth it.

warnings: none, just fluff

notes: literally got this idea from looking at an onward interview gif (the one where he recites the lines from back to the future, iykyk) also imagine the pandemic never happened in this jfskgh

so tom loves his job, obviously

he gets to be his number one favorite superhero, make people happy, do what he loves, and more

but that doesn’t mean that there are no downsides to his career

there is actually a lot of stress that comes with being in the limelight and that includes people constantly watching your every move, being critiqued, questioned and put on the spot

and the perfect time for all this to occur? during interviews

now some of the time, interviews are nice, sometimes they’re even fun

but unfortunately a lot of the time, the same questions are asked in each and every one, one after the other, for hours on end and it honestly gets very boring and very draining very fast

so to be quite frank, he wasn’t expecting much when he walked into the next room for his last interview of the day

but when you walked in, he couldn’t help but perk up a bit

you were pretty and you seemed very nice as well, greeting everyone, including the crew as you made your way over to tom, jacob and zendaya

some of the interviewers would just walk straight to their seat and start the questions almost immediately, no warmth in their manners––but you, you were different

you shook each of their hands, smiling wide as you said hello

you couldn’t really contain your enthusiasm, you were a big marvel fan, and a fan of each of them, so you couldn’t tame your smile even if you wanted to

your energy was infectious and tom was more than grateful for it

when you reached him, he looked into your eyes deeply and you had to snap out of your daze before you made a fool of yourself

‘hello darling’ he licked his lips as he looked up at you, a gracious smile on his face and you blinked a couple times before responding

‘hi it’s––so nice to meet you, i’m a big fan.’ you turned to look at the others, ‘of all of you, really.’ 

they all ‘aww’ed and accepted your compliments, thanking you as you took your seat

when you were given the green light to start, you gave a curt nod to the crew behind the cameras and started right away

you were professional and good at your job, making the cast feel welcome and at ease after a long day of work

you told jokes, asked interesting questions that others hadn’t and since you were a marvel fan, you were able to ask specific questions that showed your genuine interest in the comics, the films, the plots and more

tom could feel himself getting more comfortable as the interview went on and the smile never left his face throughout the entire thing

when it ended and they turned the cameras off, you all felt a bit disappointed that you would have to say goodbye so soon, you were all having a good time and genuinely laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt 

you thanked them all for their time and jacob was quick to wave you off

‘no thank you––i think we can all agree that we saved the best for last today.’ he looked to his friends and they nodded along

zendaya chimed in ‘for real, this was fun.’

you smiled, honored that you managed to make their day a little better and tom spoke up quietly, making you turn to look at him

‘yeah this, this was really great. thank you y/n.’

you could feel your cheeks heating up but you nodded, smiling as you tried your best to calm your raging heartbeat ‘my pleasure’

tom would have loved to speak with you more afterwards honestly, but unfortunately as soon as he exited the room, he and his friends were being ushered towards the next location for the day, preparing for the long week they still had ahead of them

though you had hoped to see more of tom, you only had one interview with him, so you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon

or so you thought, anyway

your boss surprised you with a chance to go to the premiere, and interview some of the cast and other actors on the red carpet of course (since you were there for work)

you honestly thought that if tom did see you, he would only give you a small wave, maybe a slight head nod at best since you’d already interviewed him, but to your surprise, when he saw you, he smiled immediately and made his way over to you, swerving away from his entourage (which consisted of his brothers, assistant, and others you didn’t recognize)

‘hi love, how are you?’ 

his eyes were shining under the bright lights on the carpet and there were hundreds of shouts and conversations going on around you, but he somehow managed to make you focus only on him, from his voice and presence alone

‘good! how are you? you excited? nervous?’

he laughed, tilting his head, ‘both, but you know, i’m really proud of this film and i’m ready for people to see it’

you didn’t have much time to talk since there were plenty of other interviewers, journalists and on top of that he had to take pictures so you wished him good luck and he thanked you genuinely

‘i have to run, but be sure to tell me what you think of the movie afterwards, yeah? i know you’re a marvel fan, wanna see if it lives up to your standards’ he winked and you stuttered for a bit, agreeing as he walked off 

you were shocked that he wanted to hear your opinion, but granted there was a camera on you both, which you might have forgotten about while you were talking

but you couldn’t help but think, was that flirting? does he really want to know what i think?

you tried to push the butterflies down and focus on the film as you watched and honestly, it was easy to forget about everything else once you looked at the screen

the film, the plot, tom––everything was so captivating and entertaining, you couldn’t look away even if you tried

it wasn’t until after the film had ended, and you’d stayed for both end credit scenes that you realized you had no way of contacting tom

surely he would have things to do after this, after parties maybe? so you most likely wouldn’t see him outside

and it’s not like he followed you on instagram––he probably wouldn’t even see your dm if you sent one

as you were on your way out, thinking about all this, you felt a hand tap your shoulder and you turned, a smile on your face

but soon realizing it wasn’t who you’d hoped, you tried to not let the disappointment show on your face but as you looked clearly, you realized the man looked familiar

‘hi’ he smiled, ‘i’m tom’s assistant’ you nodded, greeting him a little confused

‘tom’ he started, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, ‘wanted me to give you this’ he handed you the paper and you opened it, feeling your stomach jump when you realized a number was scribbled on it, signed -tom ;)

without even realizing, you stared at the ink on the paper for a few seconds silently before his assistant snapped you out of it

‘he wanted you to know that he’s not a dick and he would have come if he could’

you laughed and looked up at him

‘honestly he felt really bad he couldn’t come himself, trust me.’

you nodded and put the paper in your bag, ‘thank you, i’ll be sure to use this’ you smiled

he smiled too, ‘tom hopes you will’ 

you had a feeling that tom would be busy that night, and probably hungover the next morning, so you waited a couple of days before contacting him

and during those two days, tom was honestly freaking out inside...and outside

were you not interested? was he too forward? did he do something wrong? did you get the wrong idea of him?

he was even texting harrison, jacob and zendaya about it in their group chat

tom: i’m an idiot aren’t i

zendaya: yeah but we already knew that

tom: 😑

harrison: i’m sure she’ll text you, maybe she’s just busy

jacob: yeah man, you’re a total catch

jacob: and anyway if she doesn’t want you, i’ll have you 😏

tom: thanks babe 😘

zendaya: i’m just gonna go––

tom: but anyway, i don’t think i’ll ever shoot my shot ever again because this is just embarrassing

not even a full minute passed before the he send the next text 

tom: nevermind she just texted me

tom almost dropped his phone when he saw the message pop up

maybe: y/n: hi tom! this is y/n :) i’m free to give you my thoughts on the movie when you are

you felt like you were going to be sick when you hit send on the message––you didn’t want to bother him, it’d been several days, what if he changed his mind? 

and you––nevermind he responded immediately

tom: hi darling :) i’m glad you used my number 

tom: i’m free to talk now actually, we could facetime if that’s easier? only if you want, of course

you paused when you read his text, luckily you had showered and gotten dressed today so you didn’t look a mess but you opened the camera just to check if you looked alright

were you really about to facetime tom holland?

when you finished fixing your hair, smoothing down your eyebrows and licking your lips, you swallowed your nerves and replied

y/n: sure, i’d like that

he took a deep breath and hit the call button, eagerly waiting for it to connect when you answered

when you both came into view, you smiled, greeting each other shyly

‘was a little worried when you didn’t call me that night’ he admitted sheepishly

your brows raised, surprised ‘oh i just––i assumed you would have been busy you know, after parties and all that’ you laughed and he joined you, a small smile on his face

‘darling even if you called me during the party, i would have left just to talk to you––missed hearing your voice honestly’ 

when you paused to answer a blush coated his cheeks and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked

‘sorry was that lame?’ he laughed nervously and you shook your head, biting your lip to suppress your smile

‘no––that was, really sweet actually. i––like talking to you too, it’s really nice’ 

soon you get to talking about the actual movie and you couldn’t stop the praises from flowing

‘honestly it was incredible tom, you were incredible, i loved it’

‘thank you love, i’m really glad you enjoyed it, i was hoping you would.’

and the way that tom smiled bashfully and blushed, even pointing the camera away from his face to hide at one point had you swooning more than ever

after that, you and tom texted here and there, sometimes even facetiming, and he wouldn’t hesitate to compare you to his other interviewers and even tell you about it

‘had an interview today, can’t even compare it to yours, love’ 

you just rolled your eyes, a smile on your face ‘oh shut up, tom’ 

you talk often but due to both of your busy schedules, months go by before you see each other again

you run into him at red carpets for other marvel movies, and there’s never a dull moment between the two of you

‘‘there’s my favorite interviewer’ his smile was wide as he walked up to you. ‘you excited for this one?’

you scoffed, fully having a conversation with tom as though you weren’t on camera ‘of course i am, it looks amazing’

‘even better than my movies?’

you raised your hands in surrender, ‘legally, i can’t answer that’

he put a hand to his chest, acting dramatically offended ‘wow well, i guess it’s time for me to go then’

‘at least save me a seat?’ you joked

‘you know i will’ he smirked

by the time ‘the devil all the time’ press came about, you hadn’t told tom that you were assigned to interview him, honestly it was a last minute schedule change 

honestly, he’d gotten good at hiding his bad moods from the public, but you’d known him for enough time now to be able to see when he wasn’t at his 100%

which is why you could see him visibly brighten up when he walked into the room and saw you

‘what are you doing here?’ he asked, clearly (pleasantly) surprised as he hugged you 

‘uh, my job?’ you joked, ‘you didn’t actually think i only interviewed for the mcu did you?’

he blushed, ‘well i uh––no, obviously not’ he said unconvincingly but you brushed him aside as you got ready for the interview

once you started, tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, you were just really good at your job and he enjoyed being with you, even when it was for work

‘so obviously audiences are used to seeing you as peter parker, a rather lighthearted character, despite all the hardships he’s had to face––would you say approaching a character as dark as this was challenging in any way? mentally, emotionally, or just in regards to the fact that the public would be seeing a new, more sinister, villainous side to you?’

‘i mean it was a little daunting, definitely. but i was excited to sort of branch out mentally and challenge myself emotionally for this role––the story was fascinating to me and i was just so proud to be a part of this project, i tried not to think of any downsides.’ 

he paused and licked his lips, a glint in his eyes. ‘and honestly, we all have a little bit of a dark side, don’t we?’ 

you paused. of all times to flirt––

‘well hopefully not to the same extent of your character,’ you joked and thankfully the conversation smoothly transitioned elsewhere

now the fans took notice of your bond with tom

they noticed that tom seemed to smile the brightest and laugh the loudest during your interviews, even jumping into other conversations and answers to questions that were directed to his costars

there were dozens of videos, hundreds of edits––

‘tom falling for his interviewer for 9 minutes straight’

and you’d seen them––it was sort of impossible for you to not

you’d been tagged in so many of them, even your friends sent them to you

i mean you weren’t blind, tom was attractive and he did make your heart flutter but you assumed that he didn’t want a relationship since his career was only progressing, skyrocketing either––it would probably be difficult to maintain a solid relationship, or maybe he just wasn’t interested in you so you said nothing

it wasn’t until he had a break from filming that he asked you to hangout, and still you thought nothing of it, until he asked what time he should pick you up

you paused, and he even thought that you froze when really you were just processing what he said

‘like a––date?’ you asked hesitantly

he smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously, ‘yeah? yeah i––like a date.’

you smiled, ‘i would love to tom. but aren’t you worried about pictures spreading online? headlines and all that? i wouldn’t want to add any more stress––’

‘i promise love,’ he interrupted your worried rant, ‘you make it all worth it.’

[freddie-weaselbee]

Real//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, I think that’s it ?

Summary: One small favor. A trade. That was all it was. Mutually beneficial! Until things between Fred and Y/N and their new relationship get a little more complicated and cause too many prying eyes. 

Prompts: Fake Dating with dialogue prompts “we could have prevented this!” and “did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Day 3 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge

 “I’ve made my list of rules which you will abide by and under no circumstances will be broken. Number 1: this ruse does not leave the shop. I don’t want random people on the street questioning me because you couldn’t keep your huge mouth shut. Number 2: I will allow you to kiss me on the cheek and forehead as  often as you like, within reason of course, and you can give me a peck on the lips 3 times in total. I will keep track. And Number 3: Don’t take up the entire bed any more or I will be forced to push you onto the floor. Sound good?”

“Bloody hell, you are crazy aren’t you?”

“Just a little bit.”

Fred was starting to regret his previous decision of making this arrangement with you, but a jingle of his shop bell and glance at who was walking in quickly made those feelings disappear. 

“Deal,” he said, eyes not leaving the woman who had just entered. “But we start right now and I want one of those kisses.”

You looked up at your friend, confused at his sudden nerves before you followed his line of sight and understood immediately. You sighed and ruffled your hair a bit, looking for a mirror to fix your makeup. “I’m on it, give me a few minutes.”

Fred nodded, still watching his target walk slowly through the aisles of his store. As she turned a corner you ducked into the back office, waiting for a good time to reemerge. 

“Freddie!” A high pitched voice pierced through the ear, equal parts flirtatious and absolutely unbearable. Fred glanced up, pretending not to have noticed the girl before. Putting on a fake smile, he set down the product he was pretending to tinker with and placed his hands on the counter table. 

“Brooklyn, hi! How are you?” he asked, hoping his fake politeness would pass as genuine. 

“Ugh I am so good. So SO good actually,” she said, twisting a finger through her hair. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you! I’m so glad you received my letter, I was hoping we could catch up, maybe over dinner sometime? I’ve had so many fine young men ask me out over the last few months, but none of them seemed to compare to you, my little Freddie Bear.”

He winced at the nickname, it bringing an onslaught of unwanted memories that he had desperately tried to forget. Brooklyn bit her lip and placed a hand on top of Fred’s, leaning in to accentuate her breasts and make sure Fred got a good whiff of her new perfume. 

Very calmly, Fred placed his other hand on top of hers, now sandwiched in between his strong grip. “Brooklyn,” he said, faking sympathy, “you’re a lovely girl, and I’m sure any guy would be lucky to have you, but--”

“Hey, love!” 

A voice interrupted Fred’s rejection, making a very surprised Brooklyn become absolutely enraged as she witnessed you come up and place a chaste kiss on Fred’s lips, smiling into him. Fred pulled his hands from Brooklyn’s grip and placed it instead on your hip, pulling you into him and placing another peck on your forehead. You both stared lovingly into each other’s eyes before a harsh cough stole your attention. 

“And who is this?” Brooklyn asked, arms crossed angrily. She was glaring daggers at you, not even trying to fake sweetness for Fred’s sake. 

Keeping his hand on your waist, Fred turned back to the girl who seemed as though she was about to explode. “That’s what I was trying to tell you Brooklyn,” he said, trying to keep his smile as pitiful as he could without it drawing suspicion. “This is Y/N, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”

You nuzzled into Fred’s chest for half a second before reaching a hand out to Brooklyn. “It’s so nice to meet you! Brooklyn, was it? I don’t think Fred’s ever mentioned you before, are you one of his childhood friends. Cousin, maybe?”

That had done it and you and Fred both knew it. He subtly fist bumped you under the counter as you watched the girl’s face become redder than Fred’s hair. 

She opened her mouth before taking a huge breath and stepping back. “No, actually,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’m his ex-girlfriend. I left him to move on to much better things. Speaking of which--” she flipped her hair and smoothed out her skirt, straightening her posture to try to keep what little dignity she had left, “--I actually have a date. With a dragon trainer no less, and a very renowned one.”

“Oh really?” Fred asked. “That’s amazing. My brother, Charlie, is a dragon trainer as well, and he’s very well known in the community. May I ask the name of the lucky young man? Maybe Charlie knows him.”

Caught very off guard, Brooklyn rolled her eyes and turned to face the door. “That’s none of your business. I better be going, before we’re late to dinner at a very nice place, somewhere the likes of you most likely couldn’t afford.”

You felt Fred stiffen next to you and you squeezed his hand gently. “Have a nice time! It was lovely to meet you Bridget.”

“It’s Brooklyn,” she seethed. 

“Oh right, silly me,” you said, shaking your head. “Bye!”

As Brooklyn sauntered out of the store, you turned to Fred and whispered seductively, just loud enough for the exiting girl to hear. “How about we have a nice night in tonight? I got something the other day that I’d love for you to see. Maybe after seeing it you’ll make me scream even louder than last night.” Fred’s face began to grow red and he had to discreetly adjust his pants, hoping you didn’t notice exactly what your words were doing to him. 

Brooklyn slammed the door and practically ran down the cobbled streets, only screaming when she thought she was far enough away to not be heard. You and Fred both waited a few seconds before cheering and hugging each other, him patting you on the back for a great performance. 

“Y/N! That was incredible! I knew I could count on you.”

“Yeah yeah,” you said, “I’m amazing, I know.” You smiled up at him completing the high five he was waiting on. “When you told me you needed help with a crazy ex I didn’t know you  meant like actually crazy. She’s insane! How did you put up with her for so long?”

Fred shrugged, jumping up onto the counter. “She was hot and I was horny. Not much else to it.”

You rolled your eyes, jumping up to join him. A few days ago you wouldn’t have been nearly comfortable enough to lounge out on the shop’s counters like you were now, but that was before you were a permanent resident of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Before you and Fred had made the deal. 

“You want me to do what?”

“Please, Y/N, it would only be for a little while until this all dies down, I swear!”

You groaned and rubbed your temple, wondering how in the world a friendly visit to your friend’s shop would turn into something with much more commitment. 

“You’re telling me that you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? Why on earth would you need that?”

You were pacing around the shop, trying to avoid customers as to not involve them in this very personal conversation. Fred followed you, pleading for you to help him like the great friend you were. 

“I told you,” he said, “after The Daily Prophet did that expo on the shop and made me and George out to be rich sexy businessmen, and I mean where’s the lie, all of my crazy exes have been sending me letters and trying to get back with me. I can’t stand it, there’s so many!”

“Yeah, you were never one for long-term relationships, were you?”

Fred hmphed but quickly picked up with his pleading once again. “You don’t understand, Y/N, it’s absolutely unbearable. It’s common knowledge that George and Angie have been going steady for years now, so he’s got pretty much no one after him. But me? I can’t handle it.”

He dramatically threw himself on one of the empty product tables, causing a couple kids to glance in your direction before quickly becoming distracted by one of the exploding jokes across the shop. 

“Oh, woe is me, I have too many beautiful women throwing themselves at me, whatever am I to do?” you mocked, earning a nasty glare from your friend. 

“I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t of upmost importance,” he said, straightening his tie and assuming a more business-like manner. “Those girls are crazy. Hot, yes, but crazy. And all you have to do is pretend to be dating me for a few weeks, a month at best! What do you say?”

“And what do I get out of this?” you asked. Usually, you’d never say no to helping a friend, especially Fred, but pretending to date him and having him practically use you to make other girls mad? You didn’t like the idea in the slightest. Well, maybe seeing the mad girls would be a bonus. You never cared much for most of the girls Fred went out with. 

Fred’s face turned into an upward grin as he rolled his sleeves up and leaned forward. “I was hoping you’d say that. I hear that you’re looking for a place to stay, is that right?”

You nodded hesitantly, having an idea of where he was going. 

“Well,” he said, pacing back and forth, “to keep up this charade we’ll need to convince everyone, including George and Angelina. You see, Angie’s friends with Alicia, one of the girls who’s been constantly OWLing me, and if she knew this was fake then she’d blow our cover for sure. Which means…”

You gulped. 

“You’d have the pleasure of sharing the loft with me. You’d get a room, shared with me, and a nice living space all rent-free, and all you have to do is act all lovey-dovey and occasionally snog me. That sounds like an offer you can’t refuse.”

Unfortunately, he was right. You were tight on money at the moment and really had no other options. It was a deal you had to make if you wanted to stay afloat, no matter how much annoyance and embarrassment it would cost you. 

Sighing, you let your shoulders slump, a sign of defeat. “You do know how to negotiate, don’t you?”

“Well I am a businessman.” Fred stuck out his hand, and with a slow, drawn out motion, you shook it. 

It was the 4th night of living with the Weasley twins, or maybe 5th? The nights all seemed to blend together as you’d been having more fun than you had since Hogwarts. George and Angelina didn’t seem surprised at all when you and Fred told them your made up story about how you and Fred started seeing each other. In fact, they both said they always knew it would happen. You and Fred shared a laugh about that in bed that night, before he decided to take up all of the space on the small piece of furniture, prompting you to write your third rule. 

Overall, it had been a great experience. Couples game night, movie marathons, gossip sessions with Angelina about you and Fred’s sex life (which you didn’t have to fabricate too much, you already knew too much from the incredible amounts of detail he used to provide about his dates with other girls). It was like being thrown back into a dorm room, and your old teenage self was starting to shine through again. 

You stared at yourself in Fred’s bathroom mirror, very proud of how you handled Brooklyn earlier that day. She was one of the few girlfriends of Fred’s you never got to meet, probably because they only dated for a short period of time before she left him for the first rich snob to bat an eye at her. Out of everyone you could think of that he dated, she was by far the worst, which meant the next few days would probably be more difficult. It was easy making that bitch angry with smoke coming from her ears, but you didn’t know how good you’d feel about lying to someone a lot nicer than she was. 

After brushing your teeth and donning your pajamas, your Hogwarts house colors of course, you crawled into bed and joined Fred, who was reading one of the novels you had recommended to him. “You like it so far?” you asked. 

Fred took off his reading glasses and nodded, setting a bookmark in the book before placing it on his nightstand. “Surprisingly, yes. I didn’t think it would be my thing, but so far it’s actually really good.”

“Told ya,” you said as you laid down beside him. You and Fred were comfortable enough to share a bed with few problems except for his stupid long legs. You’d been friends for years and had grown way too comfortable with each other, so squeezing together each night wasn’t too out of the ordinary. 

As you snuggled into the covers, Fred following suit, you mentally went over the schedule for the week. 

“How many girls are there again?” 

Fred paused for a moment, trying to remember what he had sent to each girl. “A few I was able to ward off via letter, the more sane ones, but there are still two more girls who insisted they pay me a visit. Addison’s coming tomorrow and Alicia the day after that.”

You nodded, although you ducted Fred could see it from his position. “Got it. Addison’s sweet, I liked her.”

Fred scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist as he had started doing while you two slept. It was nothing more than platonic, Fred was just a touchy person. You told yourself he would do this with any semi-attractive girl laying in his bed. 

“Yeah, sweet girl all right, until you come home to your entire apartment torn apart cuz she thought you were cheating on her because apparently you ‘took an extra 12 minutes of lunch break and it seemed awfully suspicious.’”

Your body reverberated with a small giggle, remembering how Fred had to crash with you at your old place while he was trying to replace all the furniture she had literally torn up. “That’s right, she’s almost as crazy as I am.”

“Almost.”

You wouldn’t have a hard time lying to Addison, you decided. It was actually kind of fun when you did it with Brooklyn. You could get really creative with this one. 

You released a deep breath and closed your eyes, nestling back into Fred as he spooned you, claiming it was the only way he wouldn’t sprawl out and kick you in your sleep, which you knew was a lie. He’d find a way to kick you somehow. The git always did. 

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“That was surprisingly better than expected!”

You nodded gleefully, handing Fred a scone and coffee that you had picked up from a nearby bakery. Scaring off Addison had been even more fun than Brooklyn, you and Fred really getting into character and being as lovey dovey as possible. She seemed to take it well, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she triggered the security system tonight trying to break in and destroy the shop. 

“And if I’m being honest it was actually kind of fun,” you told him, settling in behind the counter. 

You raised your muffin to your mouth to take a bite but Fred’s huge mouth snagged a taste before you could, bending down and taking a chunk out before you could have any. “That’s disgusting,” but you had no disgust lingering in your tone. 

“I agree,” he said through mouthfuls of muffin. “It was an excellent way to spend the morning. Bloody hell she would not leave!”

“At least she was nice about it.”

Fred reluctantly agreed before making another move to your muffin, one that this time you anticipated and you swatted his nose with a nearby newspaper. “You have your own, you greedy pig.”

He yanked the paper from your hand, using it as a napkin before the front page caught his eye. He quickly crumpled up the paper and tossed it into a nearby waste bin, something you wouldn’t have been suspicious of had he not done it so nervously. 

“Fred, what’s in the paper today?”

He shifted to put himself in between you and the wastebin, his tall figure looming over you. “Not important, just more junk that no one cares about.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. “Frederick Weasley you move this instant.” You tried pushing him out of the way but it was like moving an annoying ginger stone wall. Trying another approach, you darted to the left before doubling back and running right, but before you made it two steps he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Fred!”

You wiggled with all your might and finally made it out of his grasp, snatching the paper and unfolding it to read the headline. 

Diagon Alley Playboy Finally Settling Down? Or Is Y/N L/N Just Another of Fred Weasley’s One Night Stands?

The color drained from your face and you slowly lowered the paper, reading the front page again and again. Attached was a blurry picture of you and Fred from the day before with you tucked into the side. The buggers at The Daily Prophet must’ve caught it through the store window. 

“I’m sorry,” Fred said softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I tried to keep things quiet, but I guess the press always finds a way in.”

You rubbed your temple slowly, trying to ignore the dread in your stomach. After seeing Harry Potter be brutally torn apart by the press for years, the last thing you wanted was rumors about you going around. 

"We could have prevented this!” you exclaimed, slamming the paper onto the desk. “This is complete bullshit. We’re not even dating! I swear I’m going to march straight to their office and--”

“Don’t bother,” Fred said, completely exasperated by the constant coverage of his family. “It does absolutely nothing, trust me. As a close relative to a professional Quidditch player, The Chosen One himself, and his two best friends who literally saved the world, we’ve learned that nothing will keep them away. Especially since they pinned me as the player of the Weasley family.”

“But you’re not!” you said, getting angrier by the second. “So your relationships don’t last long, so what? You’re not some womanizing piece of shit that the papers say you are!”

Chuckling, Fred replied. “I know that, and you know that. But the rest of the world wants drama, so if they want to think I have a new girl in my bed every night I’ll let them.” He shrugged. “You get used to it after a while.”

“Well you shouldn’t have to,” you grumbled. “You’re one of the best people I know, and the world should know it too.”

Catching you off guard, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your torso and a head lay on your shoulder. “It’s ok, love, just one more day and then you can stay out of the papers forever, I promise.”

Sighing, you turned to face him and let a small smile shine through. “Thanks. But I still think it’s absolute rubbish what they’re doing to your character.”

“Me too, but at least you know what a charming and caring gentleman I am and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Aww,” you coed, “you love me don’t you?”

“Shh, don’t let the press hear! It’ll ruin the image they worked so hard to create.”

You hit your head against Fred’s chest. “Only one more day of this. One more to go.”

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“Do you know you talk in your sleep?”

“What?” You were so busy trying to find something to wear that you had barely heard what Fred said. 

“Last night, when you fell asleep. You said something funny.” He was sitting on the bed, adjusting his work tie and pulling on his socks and shoes. He looked...confused. Like he was trying to solve a complicated problem and he just couldn’t git the pieces together. 

“Oh?” you said, growing nervous. Had you dreamt last night? You were racking your brain, hoping you hadn’t said something embarrassing. 

You definitely had a dream, and Fred was there. You were at the shop...and Alicia came in! And…

“You were saying ‘Alicia, no, Fred’s mine not yours, I love Fred,” and umm, other stuff like that.” His face was heating up by the second, as was yours. 

“Really?” you said through awkward laughs. “Must’ve been preparing for today, huh?”

Fred said nothing, instead choosing to focus on retying his shoes. 

“Well,” you said, finally picking out your outfit, “I’m going to change, I’ll meet you down there later, ok?”

He nodded, still confused, and you rushed to use his bathroom before things could get more awkward. 

You decided to take a nice, long shower to cool down, hoping that you could somehow wash away the embarrassment. So maybe you had a slight crush on Fred. Who could blame you? You’d been spending the last week cuddled up with him and spending so much time at the shop, not to mention acting like a couple in front of everyone. Who wouldn’t develop feelings?

But for some weird reason you had a feeling that this wasn’t a recent crush, rather something that’s been lurking right beneath the surface for a while. You groaned, hitting your head against the shower wall. This was not the time for this. You had a job to do, and Alicia would be here in 30 minutes so you had to hurry up. 

Scampering down the steps 15 minutes later after using a drying spell and getting dressed, you stopped in your tracks when you saw what was happening across the shop. Alicia was here early. 

From the looks of it, she had already made herself comfortable, leaning in to talk to Fred, who wasn’t doing anything to discourage the behavior. Instead, he was leaning in as well, laughing at a joke she just made. 

Fury burned inside you as you watched the scene unfold. You knew from the beginning that Alicia would be the hardest ex to deal with. Not only had she been Fred’s longest and most intimate relationship to date, but she was also a really nice person, meaning you had no reason to hate her. But at this moment you did. 

Alicia leaned closer, her nose almost touching Fred. What should you do? Did he want your help getting rid of her? Was he still harboring feelings and actually looking to reconnect? You saw him slowly lean in toward her, which you took as a sign to continue with your plan. 

You were almost running when you reached Fred, who turned and seemed happy to see you. “Just in time,” he said the Alicia, “Alicia, you remember--”

You cut him off with a kiss, the third kiss you’d promised him. Except this one wasn’t one of the pecks you described on your terms and conditions. You pulled Fred down into one of if not the most passionate kiss you’d ever had, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer to you. 

Almost immediately he pulled off of you, looking more bewildered than you had ever seen him. “I…”

“Well that was quite the spectacle.”

You looked over to where Alicia was standing, smirking at the two of you. Contrary to what you had expected, she actually seemed rather calm and actually amused at what she had just seen. 

“S-sorry,” you said. Fred tried to say something but he was too dumbstruck to even get a word out. He just stood there, eyes wide and mouth twitching. 

“Is this a bad time?” she asked. “I’m supposed to be meeting my fiancé for breakfast later so I can just come back another time if that works for you.”

“Your...fiancé?”

“Yeah!” Alicia beamed as she showed you her left hand, her ring finger adorned with the most beautiful engagement ring you’d ever seen. “Actually, the reason I’m here is because I just asked Fred if he wanted to be in the wedding as a groomsman. Or bridesmaid. Whatever works for him. Thankfully the big oaf said yes before you laid that on him, or else I think I’d be waiting a lot longer for an answer.”

Fred was still as frozen as ever, making you and Alicia chuckle. “Hey, it’s been forever since we’ve caught up, how about you and Fred go on a double date with me and Lee sometime?”

It took you a second to understand why Lee would be there, until it dawned on you. “You’re marrying Lee Jordan?!”

She couldn’t hold back her laughter at this, loving to see your reaction. “That I am! You’re obviously invited, I’m sending invitations out soon. I’ll hope to see you there, and don’t be afraid to reach out, alright?”

“Y-yeah, will do,” you said. Alicia looked up at Fred and then to you and winked, before waving goodbye and leaving the shop. 

You refused to make eye contact with Fred, too embarrassed to even begin to talk to him. Maybe you’d just take 5 and take a walk down the street? That would help distract your brain from whatever just happened. 

“Real?”

You turned around to the source of the voice, a now more interactive Fred. “What?”

“Real,” he repeated. He shook his head a few times, blinking rapidly. “Sorry, I just mean, that kiss was umm, it was real.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. The fact that you had kissed Fred, and an actual kiss at that, was finally hitting you. “Yeah, it was real, I guess.”

He took a step closer, his face assuming the puzzled look from the bedroom earlier. “Was...was what you said real too? From the dream, I mean?”

Now it was you who was frozen, feet stuck to the ground with no way out. What should you say? Confess your feelings and hope for the best? Or deny everything and try to work your way around this mess? You didn’t have time to think nor ration. Just act. 

“Yeah. It was real.”

Fred nodded, pursing his lips and shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Cool.” He hesitated. “Would it be super crazy out of the blue if I asked you to maybe go out with me sometime. For real?”

A smile rose to your face, hoping that this wasn’t a joke. Slowly, almost shyly, you nodded. “Yeah, it would be a little crazy. But I’d say yes.”

Fred smiled too, a big toothy grin that only made you smile wider, before pulling you into a side hug. “Good, because you’re a little crazy too, so we’ll match on our date.”

“You’re a big dork,” you said, returning the hug. “What will the paper say when they see you with the same girl? They’ll probably explode!”

“I hope so,” he replied as he gave you a loving squeeze. “What I’m worried about is how we’re supposed to explain to George and Angelina that we’ve been faking this whole time and it’s only now getting real.”

“Eh, that’s a problem for another time. Right now, we’ve got some more pressing matters.” You gestured to the front window where a reporter was holding a huge camera, trying to snap a good picture of the two of you. 

“I’ll handle it, grab me the dungbombs.”

“Yes, sir!”

You ran to assist Fred, head rushing with thoughts of first dates and future ones down the road. Of attending Lee and Alicia’s wedding together and getting completely wasted with each other. Of sleeping together each night, holding each other in an embrace that was now true and deep and caring. In a relationship that was now real. 

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Temptation

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pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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