#bc hell knows I need to be able to draw faster

[lamina-tsrif]

6 days left!!!

[szilverer]

on returning

was thinking about the intricacies of reisz being a [nemesis spoiler], and defined how that... works exactly. added some new rules for my playthrough too.

(TL;DR in red)

i didnt canonize my old returned one idea right away bc unfortunately my brand of autism makes me care about canon compliance with my own oc stuff-- i even decided to be extreme abt it with the ghostie's account for fun: 98% of the actions i take in-game + the descriptions given to me are canon whether i like it or not! i worried that'd clash with the possible canon about returned loved ones & being resurrected, info i do not have access to. (if there is even any tbh. from what i gathered the aftermath is pretty vague?)

...but then i realised that the FLPC, by virtue of being the FLPC, is already the most specialest blorbo ever. the canon + logic surrounding death, wounds, and healing thereof doesn't apply to the FLPC the same way it applies to NPCs.

so. technically. going by my own rules. being a returned one it's not actually that far-fetched???¿¿? it's a way one can explain why the FLPC Cannot be permakilled. all FLPCs are, by the end of the day, mechanically immortal. well then. whatever. (cracks knuckles) let's go all in.

the ghostie, none the wiser: I'm here for a good time, not a long time! me: lol

wait, but the FLPC still dies!

they do indeed! going to the boat is the very proof of that process. the FLPC is sturdy as all hell but still gets lethally hurt. here's how I'm reasoning it: the magic only kicks in when the body falls apart. (also i think the boatman simply can't row them to the far shore bc of it lmao.)

it's less of an invulnerability thing and more of a phoenix thing: you moult away your damaged shell and come back to life to a fresh healthy body regenerated anew from your own remains.

(i was uncertain whether to make it so the damaged parts get entirely rebuilt or if something is left behind. since there apparently are hijinks in which the FLPC leaves behind body parts ill cover my bases)

this was how reisz was able to carry so many scars for so long. this is how they lived for almost two years with multiple sequelae of traumatic brain injury that, although diminished with time, never went away. they survived with their normal metabolism (being buried alive ended in a boatman ex machina, so they didn't smash their head in enough for their brains to spill all out. but they were very close. in evolution it was rather unclear whether the ex machina happened as well or if we simply finally starved to death).

there was no need for the cider that remade their flesh & imbues their cells to get to work, which is only when something extreme that would permakill anyone else happens.

like being torn to pieces by a zee-monster.

(before & after status illustrated below.)

tfw you lose part of the identity you didn't even realize you had, rip.

hence my new rule! :D reisz' body gets soft-reset every time i get them killed too dead. i enjoy drawing scars on characters that lead dangerous lives, and reisz abruptly discovered they quite cherished the ones they used to have (each one was a memory after all: the trajectory of their short-lived life), so that's some low stakes Consequences for me to be mindful of. hehe.

design-wise am gonna miss their anisocoria though 😔 the mismatched slit pupils made them look so silly

aside from the whole uhhh reviving from your own gore thing, rei gets a few bonus freak vitality points that could be suspicious when you look back knowing there's something... off about them, but would raise little alarm on its own. they:

heal much faster than other people, often skipping the inflammatory response stage altogether (i.e. the FLPC being able to go from Agony and Desperation to Scratches and Bruises in a matter of a few actions, leaving no consequence whatsoever)

build tolerance stupidly fast and can't Actually get drunk (or hangover) for long. same with drugs :(

have never been sick. not a single cold. (just bc i genuinely dont remember a single mention of the FLPC getting sick? food poisoning is a whole other thing, and even that is rare)

a completely broken, mayhaps even missing, sense of fear. which in hindsight? explains a lot about the way they live their life.

these ^ are mostly from extrapolating what supercharging your white cells with immortal juice could result in, but there's an extra:

that weird fondness for bones & skeletons that makes them impulsively bring home whatever abandoned body part they come across? it stems from the fact that. well. reisz Was bones. reisz might not remember but the body always does.

[moonfurthetemmie]

The DINTIS part of Beechswap: Gecko, Boa, and Ash

Boa

Dark. He’s really…Unobservant when it comes to other people, and doesn’t always realize when he says something he shouldn’t have.

He unfortunately was the spark to the kindling of an identity crisis Ash was building in Gecko. Boa didn’t think it was a big deal and thought Gecko was just playing pretend or something. LARPing idk.

He really should’ve realized something was wrong. Nowadays they live together in a big castle with servants that work for Boa. He cares about Gecko a lot, and he tries to help him. Unfortunately, his idea of helping is keeping Gecko in the castle for as long as it takes him to figure out his shit, and being so unconditionally supportive of everything Gecko tries that Gecko is no closer to figuring his shit out.

Boa is absolutely overprotective, but he’s really bad at protecting him. As @nom-de-plume-system put it, he protects Gecko from all the wrong people and too late in protecting him from the right people.

A radiant, with glassy wings and a spear of positivity.

The wings are kind of weird bc there’s rather limited options in Heroforge. But anyways.

He’s got a fair amount of muscle; certainly more than Gecko. He’s not only stronger, but faster; though to be fair, he’s doing a lot of fighting compared to Gecko. He can’t fly with his wings; they’re mostly useless. Both they and his spear are made of radiance.

He/him; Queer

Ash

Fucking asshole. Hate him. One of many villagers that were assholes to Gecko. Thought he was hot shit, but little does he know he sure as hell ain’t.

Gecko really wanted him and his friends to like him, and tried to find a persona that they’d approve of. Unfortunately, Ash & Co really wanted to see how far they could push him with it.

He is Dead now but he’s very important to the Boyes’ backstory.

Queer, with looots of internalized homophobia that he likely took out on Gecko a lot.

Gecko

i needed to change his pants. i looked at the picture i had and went 'oh GOD what are those. no. awful. bad. horrible. disgusting' and could not let it stay. so i didn't.

My man has some serious identity issues going on. Like, he’s been having an ongoing crisis since he was a teenager. Currently he’s in a Cute Little Shit phase, but he’s gone through several. He’s changed his name several times, but he’s finally settled on ‘Gecko’. he's the favorite of the creators and you can tell

He tends to lean towards nicer personalities, but when his identity crisis was at it’s worst, he tried some asshole-ish ones. He’s decided he does not want to be an asshole. That’s about all he knows for sure though. 

Due to all of these personalities he’s tried out, he’s a very skilled actor, even to the point of being able to, in a sense, conjure up fake emotions. He’s picked up several other skills, as well. Knitting, drawing, a lil bit of dancing, singing, baking. Jack of all trades kind of guy. He can also do 15,000 different accents.

He tends to switch personas when interacting with different people, which is most noticeable when he’s hanging out in a group and seems to sporadically change personalities depending on who he’s talking to.

A Negative spirit, no magic abilities that he knows of.

He doesn’t have much muscle, but he’s not really skinny either. Healthy amount of padding yknow. He’s stronger than he looks. He probably worked out for a while, when he was trying out some personas in the past, but he hasn’t for a while. He can run surprisingly fast in those heels of his.

He/him, mostly gay.

[rocketandonuts]

ah fuck it, personal vent post for real, probably. Ugh :

its all silly which is majorly why i hate how much im weeping over this

im currently in a depressed session bc a few days ago i broke my fucking screen tablet. lol

i dont even know what to say. i used to only draw on normal pen tablet and i was absolutely fine with it. and years ago i got the screen tablet (Wacom one) which, uhh there were reasons at the time i dont wanna get into lol but the result being i didnt mesh too well with it as first. i only used it when i needed to. otherwise it was just collecting dust

well there was also that huge art block that i ended up just become suck at drawing in general (in my own opinion). anyway

its til last year i picked it up again. cuz even tho i dislike screen tablet for many reasons, it makes drawing lineart a hell lot faster. I ended up using it majorly for my comic and as my artskill slowly grow i started to really see the good sides of the medium

but the thing is since i was really treating it rough. (And also bc Wacom one realy just sucks in quality in terms of screen tablet. It might be the cheapest but Don't get wacom one) it was already kinda dusty and half-broken and scratchy. I was aware it might stop working anytime.

I was aware but i wasnt prepared

and it didnt even just stop working on it's own. It's broken bc i dropped it. lol like a dumbass

During that night when i was like "OOO imona do a gamejam :)" I didnt place it steadily on my desk and when I stood up it fell to the floor

god i feel sick to stomach remembering that

then i tried to distract myself for a day or two i think.

i still have my pen tablet so i tried to use to it... works but it doesnt feel right. expesically when doing character expressions and certain type of lines

i ended up ordered myself a new screen tablet THANK GOODNESS HUION TW HAPPENS TO BE ON HUGE SALE THANK GOD

thing is it arrived tonight and before it did (i wasnt sure when it would arrive) i was so anxious the entire time cuz i even tho it wasnt a huge lot lot of money cuz it was on sale its still quite smth and i was really scared i will not mesh well with it cuz ive never used huion b4...

it was pretty damn alright. and the cable design makes so much more sense. im never going back to wacom again after this lol

but still during these few days i kept thinkning about what a dumbass i am and how i didnt use the full of the tablet and just broke it like that. how im already behind on my intended schedule. and that im literally depressed when i cant draw as i wanted. i feel like dead all days. and the fact i feel dependant on higher end products now when i used to be able to do everything with my tiny pen tablet etc etc. and lol even tho its mostly fine now, the anger the stupid sorrow still are lingering. why am i like this

[saltyartificialintelligence]

Vent

fuck fuck fuck fuck i fucking hate feeling like this oh my god

i have so much homework due next monday because we're on "break" but were not even on break as uni exam year students we still go to school regularly but everyone used it all as an excuse to give us hundreds of papers of homework like we have all the time in the world im going to fucking cry we still go to school and i know im not gonna be able to finish it but i cant even bring myself to do it bc im sof ucking exhausted all the time lately and i dont even know why my life went downhill so quickly and i feel like eveything is out of order now and i dont even know how to fix it why did things end up like this i dont know what to do i cant cry to my parents because they never take me seriously i cant cry to my sister because shes just going to make fun of me i dont want to cry to my friends because they have their own lives to worry about and i cant just burden them with mine like this,,

i constantly feel like an alien trying to communicate with my classmates at school,, since my friends all left to different schoolslast year and im stuck all alone and im trying to make new friends but i constantly feel like an outsider,,, i feel like thyere all what a person is supposed to be but im deranged,,, they all have their lives in order and im typing away on this hellsite because im so overwhelmed i want to cry,,,

my mock exam results were garbage and im not even able to do my math homework its the one thing i thought i was good at and now i cant even manage that

I dont have time to draw i dont have time to play games i need to study but im so exhausted that i cant focus at all and im never going to make it to uni at this rate and everything keeps piling on and on and now im stuck and the adhd is only making things worse for me

My teeth constantly hurt my back is always stiff and im in incredible pain and my hair keeps getting oily and my exams always go like shit these days but i dont know if i have enough time to get everything in order i

My psychiatrist is too expensive now and i can only go to her once every 2 months but im nort getting any help at all and she refuses to prescribe me anything bc im not 20 yet but i just want to stop feeling like this and start being functional again i dont care if it messes up my hormones or if i cant give birth or if my period cycle gets messed uo or something i dont care just i just want to feel better again i want everything to stop so that i can catch a break bur it all keeps going faster and im lost

bc of the stuoid fucking wheather the lights keep going out and none of the plugs work properly and so my phone is never charged and Its been like this for days and my dad went on a trio and my mom doesn't want to call an electric and im so fucking annoyed all the time now

My dad never stops making marks about how my grades arent enough and my mom keeos commenting on my weight and my appearance and im so sick and tired of everything i want to fall asleep for 6 years

i have to organise things in my server but i keep putting it off and uts been like that for days and im so overwhelmed at the thought of the task that i cant even start now so im stuck in place being completely unproductive i want this to end i want to study i want to organise the server i want to have a stable life again but things keep going wrong and now im sitting in the kitchen crying and typing bc its like screaming into a void on tumblr

Im so sick and tired of living like this jm exhausted i want the selfcest shipper to leave me alone already i physically need her to leave me the hell alone but she keeps blocking me and unblocking me and following me and unfollowing me and i spend all my time worrying whether or not i did something wrong or upset her and yet she keeps asking to join the aerver and then leaving the server but ppl like her for some reason but shes been nothing but rude to me and keeps acting entitled and i want to be done with her bullshit already

i feel like im slowly losing my mind but bc i act normal irl noone ever realises it but my bucket always fills and i end up lashing out at the weomg time constantly and getting yelled at for it but its fine for everyone to treat me like garbage right?? Its fine for my classmates and own parents to never listen to me and always interrupt me when im trying to talk i guess i should just keep quiet but i have emotions too and i experience them normally amd i should be allowed to express them instead of being told to shut up or getting ignored

I want to sleep for a long time

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 10:

the spot the vet removed from Peggy a few weeks ago did contain cancer cells. she's referring us to a veterinary oncologist that she knows personally, so hopefully we'll hear more about setting up an appointment with her soon. we're trying to be hopeful about it all; Peggy is only 8 years old, and having one leg removed due to cancer in December hasn't affected her quality of life at all, so hopefully we can knock the rest of this stubborn shit out with some radiation and call it done

it's been a long day, not just because of that call at the tail end of work today. i agreed to go in early, so i got to work at 7 - lo and behold, the closing floater who usually takes my kids when I go home had a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and since I'm only working four days a week right now, I agreed to stay late too. i didn't get off until around 5:45 when the last floater got down to 8 kids in her room. i bounced around to the mobile and infant rooms for their lunch breaks today, which is always fine with me, but i'm kinda glad i'm in an older room now instead of with the littlest littles

on my lunch break i asked the d&d group if they wanted to confirm for doing my long-discussed (and little planned) oops all warforged one-off for tomorrow night and I got a resounding yes from most of the group, so i get to DM for the first time in my life tomorrow night

i called my mom on the way home from work because I needed to talk to someone about the cancer call - someone other than my director at work, who gave me a hug and told me to let them know what days I need for Peggy's appointments when I told her why I was upset. i was able to get my crying out to mom so I could put on a brave face for Paige and Peyton when I got home and not break down to them

i ditched my optional meeting for my online class tonight bc i just wasn't in the mood & instead used my time to send out character creation guidelines, set up a map on roll20, get a few enemy stat blocks, and draft the first encounter. there's still a whole bunch of variables and i'm honestly not sure where the story is going quite yet, but i've got a few different ideas so I'll see what starts to take shape tomorrow. i don't anticipate that we'll get super far, our "one shots" always turn into three or four session affairs anyway, so i think i've got enough together to go on for now. i've even tried my hand at drawing a regional map for the first time ever and i'm proud of it, even though it's only the most basic pencil sketch with a few labeled towns and a mountain range

it's almost 11 so i should go get ready for bed, there's a whole day of work tomorrow before i can even play d&d. i'm still in the office typing this on Wildberry Poptart, my phone is almost dead and i type faster on a real keyboard anyway, but inertia is a hell of a force and Peggy is standing on my lap and doing biscuits so it may be another few minutes before I actually close up for the night

[crybabykiko]

could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Bakugo Katsuki would say if you dated (from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep)

Reflect quirk! reader (like monoma they are able to use other people’s quirks but just like a mirror, you’re able to replicate your opponents quirk twice as strong, it’s more like a forcefield that deflects power)

“Hey, Idiot wake up, you gotta go back to your room before erased head finds out.” (4:40 am)

“I don’t wanna get in trouble so hurry up.”

“Let go of me you brat!”

“Fine just, let go... I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Hurry up, i don’t wanna get caught.”

“Don’t kiss me in the hallways.”

“I said no-”

“Fine, fine, just stop looking at me like that jeez.”

“Wait hold on, do you wanna train with me, you’re getting sloppy at combat.”

“Ow! What the hell did you hit me for!”

“What do you mean you don’t need-“

*pinches your nose pretty hard*

“What if you lose your quirk huh?! you know that’s a possibility now right!”

“I want you to be able to fight for yourself now get changed and meet me downstairs.”

*will 100% not go easy on you but neither will you*

“Just because you pinned me down doesn’t mean you win.” (5:40 am)

“What time is it already?”

“We should probably hit the showers...”

“No you can’t shower with me! You crazy?!”

“Come on let’s go.”

*will push you off him so he can pick you up and have an excuse to keep holding your hand*

“Hey! Blow dry my hair.” (6:00 am)

“Stop calling me a pomeranian!”

*Bites you*

“You the one who keeps calling me dog, so i’ll act like one!”

*kisses the hand he bit*

“Now you sit down, it’s your turn.”

*he’ll never address it but he loves pampering you*

“Keep you head still jumpy.”

“Stop complaining that it’s too warm, it’s a blow drier, it’s supposed to be warm.”

“You smell good.”

“I didn’t say shit!”

“You’re hearing things, did you clean your ears right?”

“Come on let’s go get breakfast.” (6:30 am)

“What are you looking at shitty hair!”

*you sit in his desk while waiting for aizawa to get to class*

tenya: “Y/n, the table is not a seat, please go sit down!”

*bakugo pulling you into his lap*

“Their sitting on their seat now four eyes.”

*two minutes before the bell rings he pushes you off and taps your thighs*

“Go sit down.” (7:28 am)

*will glace at you during class even if he has to look back at you*

*during break you don’t leave class and he makes i sit on his lap again*

“Did you bring any snacks?” (10:30 am)

“Give me.”

*will eat half of your snacks bc he’s a growing boy and he’s always hungry*

“Did you finish this weeks homework.”

“If you didn’t understand then why didn’t you ask me.”

“I won’t yell at you idiot, you’re not shitty hair, pikachu or soy sauce.”

“Just tell me when you need help, i don’t mind.”

“Go back to your seat, the bells gonna ring any minute now.” (11:00 am)

*if you sit in front of him instead of hagakure, he draws on your back with his finger*

“What did i draw? *whispering* nope, i drew a crown.”

*working in groups*

“What’d you get for the answer?”

“Yeah thats fine, i got that too. Mmm- you missed this right here.”

*always corrects your homework and explains it bc he doesn’t want you to fail test*

“Understand? Good.”

“Yeah, good job baby.”

“I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING!!!”

“Let’s get lunch, come on before the spicy noddles run out.” (1:00 pm)

“It’s not that spicy, don’t be a crybaby.”

“Here, drink some milk.”

“Don’t ask why i got milk, shut up.”

“What’d you get?”

“Give me some.”

“You want more noodles?”

“You’re not gonna finish that?”

“Shitty hair, eat their food before it goes to waste.”

“Grab me a water while you’re up?”

“Thanks.”

*after eating he holds your hand under the table while he talks to kirishima*

“What are you- ?”

“Don’t fall asleep on my shoulder, you lazy bum.”

kirishima: “i think they fell asleep.”

“shut up, i know.”

*doesn’t wake you up until the bell does*

“Good morning lazy ass.” (2:00 pm)

“Come on, let’s get to class.”

“No im not.... *sighs* fine, shut up, i said fine... Get on ny back.”

“Shut up shitty-hair!”

“Get down, you’re heavy.”

“HEY! I was joking you shit.”

*kisses your head before getting into the classroom*

*if you’re paired up with bakugo to spar, people get a little afraid bc you both tend to go overboard*

“DIE!!!”

“You missed.”

“You barely touched me.”

“COME BACK HERE!!!”

*both of you end up in the nurses office bruised*

“Stop apologizing, you barely grazed me.”

you: “bakugo, i literally used you’re explosion against you and you flew across the room...”

“Like i said, i’m fine.” (4:30 pm)

“Come on let’s go back to the dorm.”

*kisses your head again*

*doesn’t hold your hand but his hand is on your lower back as he walks with you to the dorms*

“Head into the showers, i’ll meet you back i’m my room.”

*you don’t knock when going into his room.*

you: “Are you reading shojo?”

“Tell anyone and i’ll kill you.”

you: “....continue.”

*cuddling while he’s reading shojo*

“Did you eat yet?” (5:30 pm)

“No? Come on i’ll make you dinner.”

“What do you want?”

*bakugo cooking katsudon and izuku comes out sniffing it out*

izuku: “is that katsudon?”

“Yeah, hands off! It’s for y/n!”

*izuku stealing some of your food but it’s not stealing bc you said it was fine*

“HEY! I SAID HANDS OFF DEKU!!!”

izuku: “I’m sorry kacchan!”

“We sleeping in your room or mine?”

“Why do i gotta pick, i asked you.”

*cuddling in your room while he reads one of your favorite shojo*

“Shut up and go to sleep.” (7:00 pm)

“What do you mean it’s early?”

“I’m not a goody two shoes for sleeping at 8.”

“I will leave.”

*you make fun of him and he leaves*

*bakugo ten minutes later in front of your door w his pillow*

“I can’t sleep...” (8:10 pm)

“Shut up and let me sleep already.”

*he holds you while his head is deep in your chest, hands under your shirt and keeping you warm*

*wakes up from a nightmare*

“Shit- shit.... I’m sorry.... I- I didn’t mean to scare you.” (1:00 am)

“I’m fine i just... just stay with me alright?”

“Just shut up and hold me.”

“yeah whatever.... i love you too- i guess.”

*please caress his hair, it helps him fall asleep faster... he also falls asleep while holding your hand and NO YOU CANT LET GO bc it’ll wake him up*

[writesowhatnext]

game, set, match // oliver wood

Summary: Slytherin!reader is a complete flirt. Oliver Wood hates it; he promises. He’s sure.

Request: heyyyy! how about oliver wood with a very flirty slytherin!reader, where she's the seeker in the slytherin team? thanks!

A/N: I loved this request oml but also Y/L/N is your last name bc quidditch... sorry this took me so long to write bc this is like my dream request so I don’t know why I struggled so much but I really hope you like it

Reader: female, Slytherin

Warnings: flirting, innuendo, suggestive themes, making out

“We’re gonna train earlier, harder and longer,” Oliver said, completely unaware of the eye rolls of his teammates. He’d never been too good at noticing things like that, especially when his mind was so preoccupied with quidditch plays and quidditch teams and how he could get out of Potions faster to practice for quidditch.

You were quite observant, though, and even from across the courtyard, the Gryffindor captain caught your eye. Everyone had always said he was an excellent captain – obsessed, mind you, but brilliant all the same - but no one warned you about how handsome he’d be. You watched with poorly disguised intrigue as his face soured when he spotted Marcus Flint approach, a gaggle of green-cloaked students trailing behind him across the stone slabs.

“What?” Oliver huffed, scowling. “I don’t believe it.”

You couldn’t help but smile as his frowned deepened. You and Oliver Wood did not know each other: you weren’t in the same circles and you didn’t often stoop low enough to associate with Gryffindors, but his cute pout and angry brows made you rethink that rule of yours.

“Where do you think you’re going, Flint?”

Flint grinned; either he didn’t sense Oliver’s anger, or he didn’t care. Your money was well placed on the latter.

“Quidditch practice.”

Both teams edged closer to each other, each captains’ dull irritation turning the air stale. You regarded the tension with a rather amused grin.

“I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.”

“Easy, Wood,” Flint said, his tone mocking. Oliver ground his teeth together. “I’ve got a note.”

Oliver snatched the scroll from his hands, peeling it open. His eyes scanned the words quickly, Fred looming over his shoulder to get a better look. You listened with equal parts smugness and intrigue as he read it out, his accent like music to your ears.

“I, Professor Severus Snape,” he said, his annoyance growing by the second. “Hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today owing to the need to train their new seeker.”

His eyes darted to Flint’s.

“You’ve got a new seeker,” he said dryly. “Who?”

The sea of green cloaks parted and you stepped out, your head tilted to the side slightly as you smiled at him.

“Hi,” you said lightly, wiggling the fingers of your free hand at him, the other clutched loosely around your broom.

You smirked as Oliver’s brows drew down, his team simultaneously sizing you up behind him. He recognised your face from Charms, or perhaps Defence Against the Dark Arts, he wasn’t sure. He tended to avoid Slytherins and looking at your teasing expression, he realised why.

“You’re the new seeker?” he asked, unable and unwilling to hide the incredulity of his tone. His eyes trailed over your face critically.

“Yes,” you said lazily, more amused than insulted. “Seems I’ve got a knack for it.”

“Right.”

“If I was more sensitive, I’d be offended, Wood,” you said slowly, wetting your lips. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

As you followed Flint towards the quidditch pitch, a renewed sense of excitement flooded through you. Sure, being on the quidditch team would be fun anyway, but now you had Oliver Wood to play with and so, the world seemed just that much brighter. You were more than pleased when you glanced back to see the whole Gryffindor team watching after you. With a wink and a wave, you disappeared down the hallway towards the pitch, grinning at the frown pulling at Wood’s brows.

“Blimey,” Fred said as they returned back to the common room, tails between their legs. “That new seeker’s definitely got the hots for you, Wood.”

“Did you see that wink?” George snorted. “She’s got balls, I’ll give her that.”

“What?” Oliver said shortly, stopping just before the Fat Lady’s portrait. He told himself that he was irritated about not being able to practice, but he couldn’t ignore the strange frustration he felt at hearing Fred and George speak about you as if they were impressed.

“Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t notice,” George said, rolling his eyes as he dipped through the portrait hole.

“She was eyeing you up the whole time.”

“What are you two on about?”

Fred and George shared a look as Wood retreated to his dorm, his thoughts plagued by your silly little wave and cocky little grin, his cheeks pink.

He found himself noticing you everywhere after that; a strange turn of events for him given his usual inobservance. At first, it was in Potions, listening to you laugh across the classroom, and then after that, he caught your eye in the Great Hall and yet again, you shot him a wink that had him frowning. He even met you waiting for the same staircase.

“Morning, Wood,” you said with that same teasing smile. He pursed his lips together, exhaling sharply out of his nose.

“Morning,” he said reluctantly, shuffling from one foot to the other. You stood there in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder as the staircase swung around.

“Are you a snitch?” you said conversationally, biting your cheek. You turned to face him, watching his expression contort in confusion.

“Am I a-“

“Because you’re quite the catch.”

He watched you walk leisurely up the stairs with his mouth open and his brows knitted together. Were you hitting on him? He swallowed, clearing his throat as a first-year thundered past him to reach the stairs before they moved again. He followed them up, feeling somewhat of a first-year again himself, before he huffed and annoyance ran through him at your audacity. Who exactly did you think you were?

He got his answer next time he saw you on the quidditch pitch. You were flirting, apparently. Gryffindor vs Slytherin games were always a struggle; it was hard to beat a good team as it was, but beating a good team that also cheated felt next to impossible. It didn’t help at all that you were so distracting as you hovered near him by the goalposts, watching for the snitch.

“You’re looking rather dashing today, Wood,” you said, balancing your elbows on the broom to rest your chin against your hand.

He rolled his eyes at your words, blushing slightly as he eyed your laidback position.

“And I know a fantastic way to make it up to you when you lose,” you said, amusement ringing through your tone.

“Don’t you have a job to do, Y/L/N?” he asked, feigning irritation. You grinned, pleasantly surprised that he even knew your name.

“I do, actually,” you replied softly. “I’m a hell of a seeker, you know. And I think you might be the one I’m looking for.”

His head shot up, his shocked eyes meeting your ever-present smirk.

“What exactly are you trying-“ he began, desperately trying to hide the way your words rattled him.

“Sorry, Wood, gotta run. Apparently, I have a job to do. I’ll definitely catch you later.”

You shot after the snitch towards the Ravenclaw stand, leaving Wood thoroughly confused in your wake, a strange stirring in his chest.

Gryffindor lost that game.

Everyone could tell that Wood was more irritated than usual at the loss, but nobody knew that it was because you were right and that he hated that you were right. It irked him that you were a hell of a seeker. It irked him that you were so cocky. It irked him that you flirted with him so brazenly. More than anything, it irked him that he found himself undeniably and unfortunately attracted to you.

His team could guess, though, the link between your flirty remarks and Oliver’s recently extra-aggravated mood. The twins specifically were fans of seeing Wood so flustered, and because of a girl no less. What they weren’t particular fans of was losing and Wood’s distracted state seemed to be the main contributor to Gryffindors recent streak.

“Okay, Wood,” Fred said, sitting on one side of him as George sat on the other. Never a good sign, Oliver thought.

“We need to talk.”

The Transfiguration class was filling up; they wouldn’t have long to talk some sense into their captain before McGonagall arrived.

“About?”

“The Slytherin.”

Oliver raised his eyebrows, busying himself with shuffling his parchment and trying not to let his feelings leak onto his face.

“Which Slytherin?” he replied, his words deliberate.

“You hear that George?” Fred snorted. “Which Slytherin, he says.”

“Oh, just the Slytherin that you’ve been flirting with for the past three weeks.”

“That Slytherin.”

“I’m sure you remember her.”

“She’s the one flirting with me!” Wood snapped loudly, defensively, drawing the attention of some Ravenclaws from the row next to him.

“So, you do know who we’re on about,” George said smugly, tilting his head to the side.

“Very well, it appears,” Fred nodded, smirking.

Oliver rolled his eyes and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“What of it?” he said, his voice strained.

“You need to talk to her,” George said.

“Or tell her to stop,” Fred continued.

“Anything so we can start winning again.”

“You could hex her…”

“Or snog her…”

“Maybe you could just shag her in the broom-“

“Alright, alright,” Oliver said, his eyes narrowed as he scowled, unable to keep his cheeks from blushing. “You’ve made your point.”

“Excellent,” they said with matching grins as they walked over to their seats across the room, pushing each other on the way.

Even though Transfiguration was already ruined for the day, Wood was pleased that that particular conversation was over with. He didn’t think there was anyone he wanted to talk about you less with than the twins with their ruthless taunting. There was no way he’d be able to keep his thoughts from straying to you during class, but at least with Professor McGonagall teaching, his daydreaming would be kept to a minimum. The last thing he needed was the wrath of McGonagall; his recent performance in Quidditch was not helping him stay in her good books as it was. She hadn’t arrived yet, though, and so he let himself wallow a little bit, his head falling pitifully into his hands.

The first poke he felt at his shoulder he ignored, writing it off as an accident. The second had him sitting up straighter. The third time, he tutted, swearing quietly under his breath before he whipped around to see you, of all people, sat behind him. His eyes went wide at the sight of you and all of his frustration frustratingly melted into a puddle of nerves.

“Yes?” he asked, trying not to show it under your steady gaze. “Can I help you?”

“Well,” you said, your smile immediately filling him with regret at his word choice. “There’s a lot of ways you can help me…”

You trailed off as his expression turned guarded and your lips twitched. You leant forward onto your elbows, pleased when he didn’t recoil at the close proximity of your faces.

“I just wanted to say hi, though, for now.”

Oliver frowned; his suspicion obvious.

“…Hello, then,” he said hesitantly, his sweet little scowl making its way back onto his face. Surely you had to have some sort of remark planned, ready to fluster him once again.

“You seem rather stressed today.”

Oliver paused again before responding, not sure how to process your first proper conversation. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to share his current woes with you, especially given you were the cause, but your eyes seemed sincere for once and that incessant smirk seemed a little less hostile this close.

“I’m not everyone’s favourite person at the minute.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding knowingly. “Because of quidditch.”

He hadn’t expected you to be so blunt, but he was pleasantly surprised by it.

“Seems I’m a bit distracted.” He said, shocked by his own boldness.

His words hung in the air between you for a moment and he watched with wary interest as a smile lifted at your cheeks. He was struck, really, that he’d never seen you smile properly before. You had an excellent smirk and you portrayed vague amusement like an expert, but the way your eyes were crinkling had him doing the same. Your flirty remarks died on your tongue at the way he grinned at you, and you found yourself feeling more and more like a silly little school girl by the second. Flirting with him had started out as a bit of fun, especially when you caught his irritated glances and flushed expression, but by the way your stomach had turned into butterfly house, it was suddenly something else entirely, something actually quite nerve-wracking.

“I can give you a tip if you like,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat. “An old wives’ tale about brooms. Might help you with your quidditch playing.”

He pursed his lips, enjoying talking to you more than he’d have liked. He doubted, looking at your face, that what you were about to say would help him, but he didn’t really care.

“Go on, then.”

Your smirk returned, but you were more nervous to deliver your line than you ever had been, hopefully, he didn’t notice.

“Don’t you think broomsticks have it bad?”

He frowned.

“They have to carry someone around all day, constantly destroyed by bludgers-“

“Is this going somewhere?” Oliver asked almost playfully, his brow raised. You shushed him, pushing his shoulder gently in scolding, an oddly informal gesture for the two of you.

“So, what they say is: save a broom, you know; just ride a quidditch play-“

“Ms Y/L/N.”

Your blood ran cold as Oliver turned around, Professor McGonagall somehow appearing right in front of him.

“Perhaps it would be a good idea to save your quidditch tips for outside the classroom, hm?”

Oliver realised with a healthy amount of surprise that, for the first time since meeting you, you were nervous, embarrassed even. Despite the scolding from McGonagall and the fact that this would land him even further away from her good graces, he couldn’t help but smile at your softness.

“Of course, Professor,” you replied, your voice uncharacteristically small. He bit his lip as he faced the front, struggling to contain his grin and struggling to ignore the funny feeling in his chest at seeing a different side of you.

Oliver was more stunned than anybody at how much he enjoyed your company. What surprised him the most, though, was how much he needed to see you again. How much your face plagued his thoughts.

“Oi, Y/N!” he yelled across the quidditch pitch, jogging over to you. He didn’t have a plan, per se, as you turned around and grinned, watching him stride towards you in his school robes. The closer he got to you and your teammates, all dressed in dark green, the more flustered he felt and he cursed you for a second for being so attractive in the sunlight.

“You alright, Wood?” you asked, folding your arms over one another and wetting your lips.

“Good, yes, yeah, you?” he said, slightly breathless from his run. You pursed your lips to contain your laughter at his flushed face.

“I’m fine,” you said, tilting your head to the side quizzically, an unspoken question.

“Can I- uh- borrow you?” he said, swallowing the tightness in his throat. “Alone.”

You turned to Flint with a raised eyebrow, your jaw clenched to suppress your smile.

“Only be a few minutes,” Oliver said, trying to appeal to Flint’s non-existent better nature.

“Please?” you said, beaming when Flint rolled his eyes, nodding reluctantly.

“What’s up, then, Wood?” you said, walking away from your teammates, your shoulders almost touching.

“Uh,” he said. What was up? What was he doing? Why didn’t he have a plan?

Looking at your amused expression and bright eyes, he floundered, not at all sure of what he was doing. He let out an uneasy chuckle when you waved your hands in front of his face.

“You seem… distracted,” you said, echoing his words from before, quietly pleased when he smiled.

“I am, actually,” he said, nodding with newfound confidence. “You’re very distracting.”

He hummed.

“All this flirting is awful for my quidditch performance, you see. Just can’t stop thinking about you.”

You paused, pulling your top lip between your teeth.

“Is that right?” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up as you raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is,” he said, stepping closer to you, his hands hovering just over your hips. “I suppose there’s only one thing to do about it.”

“Oh?” you said, swallowing apprehensively as he leant towards you. He smirked.

“You’re looking a bit nervous there, Y/N.”

“Me? Never, I-“

Before you could finish your unconvincing protest, you were interrupted by his lips on yours. Your stomach flipped at the feeling, but only a second passed before he pulled away.

His expression was panicked as he looked at you, your faces so close you felt his breath on your face.

“Oh,” you said softly, reaching your hands up to play with the lapels of his robes. “I always knew you were a keeper.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back and barking a laugh.

“Shut up,” he said, tilting his head to kiss you again, this time properly.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @allthecreativeonesaretaken // @frostedgiant // @praellee // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[maraudersftw]

“Move out of my way before I make you” from the prompt list bcs ✨angst✨

@keepingupwithpotters thank you so much for this absolutely crushing prompt! Here’s a super angsty drabble as requested.

Crashing Down

“Did you send a Patronus?” She asks, panting as she runs through the trees and brambles, branches scratching on her arms and drawing blood. She doesn’t pay them any mind, much more concerned about the hoard of Death Eaters on their tail. “James.”

“Sorry, yes. Yes, I did,” Says her husband, running beside her and frequently turning around to check for pursuers. He’s in a much better condition than her, and she knows he can easily go faster, but is slowing his pace for her. She tries once again to apparate them out of the forest, but finds that they haven’t crossed the anti-apparition wards yet.

“We need a plan,” She says, heart sinking, “They’ll catch up to us in no time, and it’s impossible to know where the wards end.”

“We can take them.”

“James, there are at least twelve of them and only two of us.”

“We can take them,” He tells her, blazing eyes turning to stare at her as they continue to run. “Don’t you dare lose hope now, Evans.”

“I’m not” She says, hating that he knows her so well. Hating that he sees the fear in her eyes. Fear for him. “I’m just saying we—”

But before she can finish her sentence, a green flash of light blazes to her left, missing her by a couple of feet and leaving a charred hole in a tree trunk. She swears softly, stitches forming on her sides.

“Fuck! Lily!” James’s voice is a panicked call, his warm hand immediately wrapping around her wrist and sharply tugging her to the right. She follows him unquestioningly, trusting him with her life, but can’t help the tears that start forming at the corner of her eyes.

“We can’t outrun them, James,” She gasps, sobs, and lets him pull her away from the path and behind a large tree. He peeks around the corner to check again, and she tugs on their adjoined hands to get him to look at her again, “If they catch us both together, we’re dead.”

“The others will be here in no time,” James says firmly, but she knows him too—catches the unspoken doubt in his eyes, and finds her heart breaking.

“I’ll distract them.”

“No,” he says before she’s even finished her suggestion. “No chance in fucking hell are you going out there.”

“James, please,” she cries, letting the tears flow freely now, “Please, or we both die.”

“Then I’ll go. I’ll be the bait.”

Even the thought of this is enough to freeze her heart with fear.

“No. They—they won’t kill me. Severus will be there, maybe he’ll help,” She tries, but James is already opening his mouth, anger evident on his face, so she continues grappling for reasons. “And they’d kill you immediately, James, you’re a much bigger threat than I am—”

“That’s laughably untrue,” he hisses, eyes widening now in alarm, “Lily, you can’t seriously be considering this.”

“I—”

“We know you’re here, Potter!” Someone shouts, and the words die on her lips as fear reaches out and squeezes her lungs until all she can see is terror. “We’re taking you and your Mudblood back to the Dark Lord tonight. He has a really special welcome planned for you.”

Cruel sniggers fill the air around them, and she bites her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“I’m sorry James,” she takes a shuddering breath, ignoring her husband’s vehement shaking of the head. It strikes her all of a sudden how bloody young they are—how he’s barely more than a boy who’s been thrown into a massive war with no choice but to man up, how she’s barely more than a girl with little knowledge of the world, and all she knows is how to love, love hard. She cannot fathom doing anything else. “I’ll come back to you; I promise.”

She tries to tear away from him, but his body is a firm barrier between her and the voices that won’t stop getting closer.

“No, Lily. I can’t let you. This is madness.”

He’s crying now, but she can’t take away his pain with soothing words anymore.

Merlin, she wants to.

“Move, James.”

“No,” he begs, “Please.”

She wipes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and points her wand at her husband with a shaking hand. “Move out of my way before I make you.”

He simply takes a step forward until the wand is digging into his chest. She stares at him for a beat and he pushes her hand away, holding her face in between his loving palms and dropping the most heartbreaking kiss on her lips.

“Please, Lily. Please. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she cries into his mouth, trying to stay quiet as her body shakes with silent sobs. Feeling like death would be a better alternative than this, she directs her wand into James’s side and kisses him back. “And that’s why I have to do this. Stupefy.”

His body goes rigid in her arms, head lolling as unconsciousness takes hold of him. She muffles a couple more sobs into his skin, memorizes the warmth of his body around hers, and gently places him down against the foot of the tree.

She casts a skillful disillusionment charm on him that she reckons will last long enough and keep him safe at least until Sirius and the others come looking for them. She knows her stunning spell had been weak—her heart clearly protesting the intent behind performing it—so at least he’ll be awake and able to respond when help arrives.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers, leaving a lingering kiss on his temple, and convinces herself to finally tear away from him and walk out to greet the Death Eaters.

[lesbian-dp]

Royally Fucked

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,271

Warnings: Misogyny, frustration, bath sex, strap on sex... p sure that's it.

Request: Yah.

Summary: The Queen will always be your world.

A/N: Just an FYI this is obviously set in the medieval times, so the reader is pretending to be a man, bc they’re a Knight. Just wanted to let you guys know that.

18+ ONLY.

“-A woman cannot rule on her own-!”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, near enough seeing your own brain, before you tuned out the dull drawl of the aged man.

His Royal Highness. Howard Stark. A pompous old git, who rules his kingdom with an iron fist. The man, who was currently ranting in front of each kingdom’s officials. All because, he was trying to wed his son, for his own selfish greed. And you. The Queens General and secret lover had to be there to witness it.

“I’m sorry you think that, you Highness.”

Ah! There she was.

A small smile tugged at your lips, hearing her husky voice.

Glancing out of the corner of your eyes, down to where Natalia sat regally beside where you stood.

God.

She was gorgeous.

How you ever got so lucky, is beyond you.

Her red layered dress, lined with the finest gold thread, the world had to offer, pushed her soft perky breasts up. Giving you a fantastic view of them, from where you stood above her. Your agile eyes were soon drawn to her plump, moving lips. Watching Natalia’s plump, moving lips. Watching them intently, remembering the look of them clasped around the crystal toy strapped around your hips. And the way they felt gliding across your wet core. How soft they were against your own lips. Moaning into your mouth, in a telltale way of what was about to come undone.

Spoiler alert! It was you guys!

Realising you had probably been staring at her beautiful self for minutes too long. You repositioned yourself, placing a hand upon the hilt of your sword, and staring blankly at the wall of the meeting room, in front of you. The door within your eyesight, able to see any and all newcomers, should they arrive.

“However, I would like to remind you of which of us are in their bankruptcy.”

“How dare you-?!” His face grew red with rage, light grey moustache and hair clashing, terribly, with the raspberry hue it had taken on.

“Watch your tone while you are speaking to the Queen,” you ordered.

“And I’d watch your tongue!” the King argued back.

Natalia placed her hand gently upon your leather-bound arm, just as you opened your mouth to shout a reply. Glancing down at the red-headed Queen, she shook her head, and you knew to hold your tongue.

“I’d rethink about who you appointed to be your head Knight. They’re obviously lacking in some basic training.”

“With all due respect, your Highness,” Natasha began, an entirely fake smile drawn upon her face, “My General is of the highest order. They live by the highest standards. And I respect them and their opinion. I can’t help it if you expect everyone but yourself to watch how they speak.”

“Now, General?”

You turned to face Natalia. “Yes, your Majesty?”

“Would you be so kind, as to personally escort King Howard from the castle. I think we have all heard enough for one morning.”

“It would be my pleasure.” You gave her a half bow, before moving towards the infuriated man.

***

Huffing, you slammed the door to the quarters the Queen had “gifted” you with. Reasoning that it would be better for her safety, if you were close by, in the castle. The royal quarters being only a few doors down from your own.

You kicked off your dirt-covered boots, as you threw your ornated sword across the room, and into the wall, in frustration.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice.”

The voice to your side made you snap your attention to it. You knew that voice. You loved that voice.

There she sat.

The Queen.

Her legs were crossed, hands folded upon them. Watching you from her place on your bed.

“That sword was very expensive. And a gift from myself, if I might add,” Natalia said, the corner of her lip up turning slightly, as she cocked an eyebrow.

You sighed. Taking a step towards the red-headed Queen, you said, “I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

She waved you off.

“I don’t care about the sword,” she said, “I care about what has gotten you in such a foul mood,” Natalia finished with a pout.

You knew how bad she wanted to make you feel better. How much she hated seeing you any other way, but happy.

“They’re incompetent fools.”

Natalia smiled at this.

“The Trainies?”

“Oh, no!” You shook your head. The memories of your day, attacking your mind. “Not just the trainees- If anything, they’re better than most of the men we have now.”

The Queen stayed silent as you spoke. Listening to you intently, her face the only give to any reactions. Namely being a tick of an eyebrow, sometimes even both, and a roll of her eyes.

You drew closer to the beauty that is the woman you have devoted your life to serve. And now to love. However secret that may be.

“I swear. If we ever have the unfortunate luck as to be thrust headfirst into a war... I am afraid we might not survive.”

It was quiet for a moment, as the Queen debated her words. Right now, she was not Natalia, your Natalia. The woman who told you she loved you at the dead of night. The one who called out your name during the throngs of passion. The one who was soft to touch. Who’s skin was perfectly smooth against yours.

No.

This was the Queen.

All business, and took no shit.

The woman who did what she had too for the good of her kingdom, to keep her people safe.

“What do you need?” she asked, finally.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, now only a step away from her, “Time?” you asked simply. Before breaking out of your stress-induced trance. And closing the distance between you and Natalia. Placing a gentle, but firm hand upon her shoulder, you said, “But let’s not think about that now...” You leaned down, to be eye level with her. “I want to spend some time with, my Natalia.”

The Queen smirked at what you called her, it quickly turning into a soft smile.

“I think that can be arranged.”

“Good.”

And with that, you lifted the shorter woman up into your arms, beginning to make your way out of the room.

“Now, I think, after the long day we’ve both had, we deserve a bath.”

***

The water was a milky white, red rose petals floating upon the calming water. The same water that swayed with every movement.

Gasps and moans filled the air, as the wet red-head bounced upon the blue crystal that was almost always strapped against your hips.

You said because it helped in making people believe you were one of the opposite gender. But mainly it was because of how much you love the availability to take the beautiful Queen, whenever, and wherever you two so wanted.

One of your bedchambers.

The throne room.

The dining room.

A random palace hallway.

Hell.

Even in the royal courtyard, if you so wished.

You watched Natalia’s silky wet body move on your lap. The water gliding against her body, her hair wet, and nipples pert. With your hands on her hips, helping her chase bliss. Then continuing to slide along her glistening body, pulling her closer to you.

Natalia panted as you left open-mouthed kisses all along her neck, them travelling up to her cheek, and finally her full lips.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her, one around her smooth shoulders, and your other around her waist. Pressing her against your body, as you kissed her earnestly, pouring everything you felt for the queen into that one kiss. Natalia’s arms wrapped around your neck, as she fucked herself onto you, kissing you the very same way.

“The bath’s starting to get cold,” you mumbled against her mouth.

“Then we should hurry, so that we can go to bed.”

“To sleep? Or...?” You rose your eyebrows. Once. Twice. To convey what you meant.

“Or.”

You smiled brightly at her.

Your lips were around her nipple in the very next second, sucking with enough power to make the Queen cry out. Causing her to buck her hips into your lap, faster than ever. Riding you like one would upon a station, on a long journey. Chasing her realise.

She jumped back in surprise when your hand connected with her small bud, rubbing away at it, but she soon continued to drive the object deep within her “sinful” hole.

It was not long after when she cried out in pleasure. Throwing her head back and crying out to the Gods.

Once Natalia had recovered, merely breathing heavy, with her head tucked into the side of your neck, you spoke.

“Let’s get to bed. Huh?”

***

Sat upon your calves the royal silky sheets rumpled beside you. Natalia’s legs thrown over your hips, and your hands gripping hers. Rutting into her. Drawing out her beautiful sounds.

How the powerful Queen could be reduced to this, you did not know.

You were only thankful that she chose you to reveal this secret side of herself too. Knowing how closed off she was to the world. If she even showed a thread of emotion, like she wanted too, on many occasions, other than her cold and calculated, yet caring self. The surrounding kingdoms would be out for blood.

More than they already were, that is.

“My lord, Natalia,” you husked, “You are beautiful.”

And she was.

She was beautiful, no matter what.

But right now, she was especially stunning.

With her hands gripping yours on her hips, her flushed chest rocking with each of your thrusts. The sweat, and remaining bathwater, making her body shine like the sun. Her mouth parted and gasping, and her eyes heavy-lidded.

You could go on and on about all the things you loved about the woman below you. For an eternity if you could. However, you were in the middle of something, as Natalia reminded you.

“I’m all yours, Y/N,” she spoke softly, “No one could ever compare to you.”

“Nor you, my love.”

Your hands on her hips tightened slightly. Helping her to lay in her stomach, Natalia moving to grip tightly on the silky pillow, pressing her face against it.

Her legs straddled tightly against yours, ass in plain view. The crystal resting on Natalia’s slick, wanting heat.

Groaning softly, you spoke, “There are no words in this world or the next, that could convey how much I truly do love you.”

The Queen hummed softly at your admission, her shoulders moving, and then relaxing with a sigh.

Your hands gently brushed down her silky back, until they reached her ass, caressing the plump asset.

“You were crafted by the God’s,” you said, adoration clear in your voice.

“Then why don’t you make me see them?” she replied, smirk upon her face, as she wiggled her ass to tempt you. The toy rubbing against her core.

And she did tempt you.

Of course, she did.

Pressing down on the crystal, you watched as it steadily disappeared into your loves throbbing head. Natalia moaned, as inch by inch, it vanished within her. Brushing against every crevice, drawing her high-pitched whines when it hit the special parts within her, bringing the Queen utmost pleasure.

With your hands now on her ribs, you slowly started to thrust into her. Working in drawing moans from her.

“Oh, God!” Natalia cried.

“Can you see them yet?” you asked playfully.

“Not quite,” she replied, matching your pants, as she backed herself u onto the toy you fucked her with.

“Guess I’ll just have to go harder.”

The bed was creaking below you, as you worked harder to pound into the woman you loved. Natalia's grip on the white pillow, patterned with red, tightened as cries poured from some unknown place, deep within her.

“Fuck! I love you, baby!”

“I love you, too, Natalia.”

She was close. She was oh so close. You could feel it every time you moved. Every time you pulled the crystal from her depths, only to push it back in, with vigour. It getting harder and harder to do.

“You’re close,” You stated.

Natalia nodded vigorously in agreement. Going to bite against the pillow.

“Don’t do that,” you told her, “I want to hear you, when you arrive.”

At your request, Natalia unclenched her teeth and allowed the pleasure-filled noises to pour from her mouth.

One of her hands snapped to one of yours that lay on her ribs, it surely leaving light bruises in their wake. Gripping at your hand, as she got closer to her much-anticipated release.

You couldn’t pull your gaze from her pleasure-filled face. Her hair sticking to her forehead, and around her ears. You knew that this would be her last orgasm, for a little while.

Pressing kisses against Natalia’s neck, jaw, and cheek. She came with a powerful cry. The hand not holding yours, came to grip the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair, as her insides tightened around the toy.

You let her ride out her realise before you pulled from her.

With a tried sigh, you flopped down on the luxurious bed, besides the blissed-out royal.

“How you doing there?” Natalia nodded at you. As to say she was okay.

She came to cuddle into your chest.

Your hand was combing through her slightly damp, sex mused hair when the Queen spoke.

“I think it’s about time we came clean to everyone, about our relationship.”

“What?” you asked, shocked.

“Marry me.”

[gnarf]

Hi, I was hoping you’d be able to help me find a few 8th year drarry fics bc I love them so much tysm

Dear nonnie, you came to the right place.

I don't know how old you are, so please mind the rating of those works and read the tags. Eighth year can cover hard topics.

8th year:

A Dented Old Street Sign

orphanghost

Mature

27.425

Draco knows they aren't the only students who will be completing their NEWTs this year, but they are the only ones whose home fireplaces were disconnected from the floo network by the ministry.

At least, Draco assumes as much until he sees the light falling out from the front door of one of the other rickety old houses in front of them and the three figures cast in its warm glow. For a moment they look like some sort of strange, many legged creature. An acromantula, or a particularly massive Blast-Ended Skrewt. Then Draco hears Pansy make a disgusted sound beside him and the light falls in a less blinding way, and Draco can see that it is actually Potter and the Weasel carrying a large couch between them, and Granger fluttering around them with her wand out, seeming concerned.

My Little Berserker

Aelys_Althea

Explicit

105.540

Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right?

At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn't do moderated - where's the fun in that?

Lumos

birdsofshore

Explicit

41.476

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

The Standard You Walk Past

bafflinghaze

Mature

46.202

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

At the End of the Day

sara_holmes

Teen And Up Audiences

7.368

No brooms, a distinct lack of balls, no comprehension of the offside rule and a Malfoy who apparently has magic feet. Harry never knew this stupid game could be so much fun.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain

Faith Wood (faithwood)

Explicit

21.139

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

The Perks of Being Demisexual

UnusuallyZealousBurgette

Not Rated

772

"Its just... I'm going to fall in love with you, you know. It's that whole demisexual thing..." he mutters a quick excuse, curling into himself and Draco's warmth before he's sure the blond will pull away. Instead, though, the blond places a hand underneath his chin, turning his head around to meet him eye to eye.

"What if I don't mind?"

A shiver runs down Harry's spine chilling every part of his body but the patch of skin on the underside of his chin grasped in Draco's calloused fingers.

"Then you're a nutter."

Let Me Be Your Voice

Queenie_Mab

Explicit

47.459

As the hero of the revolution, Harry leads the wizarding world in its efforts to rebuild; but first old wounds must be tended, rifts caused by hate mended, and his history with Draco Malfoy seems like the perfect place to start.

How Draco Malfoy ended up sleeping in the same bed as his former arch enemy

becausebecca

Teen And Up Audiences

2.435

Nightmares were nothing new, neither for Harry nor for Draco. What was new was the comfort they could find in each other.

Sunrise

parkkate

Teen And Up Audiences

2.156

Draco doesn't really know why he returned to Hogwarts. He doesn't belong here. Not anymore. Nothing brings him joy anymore. Not even sitting at the Great Lake and watching the sunset like he used to. A lot has changed. And it's about to change even more.

Once Upon an Eighth Year

ladyroxanne21

Explicit

35.416

When Harry goes back to Hogwarts for a so-called Eighth Year, he's told by McGonagall that he has to share a room with Draco and that they had better both behave or else they'd *both* be expelled. Rather than grumble, both try to make the best of the situation with Draco providing (non-sexual) comfort each night when Harry has nightmares. Slowly, Harry grows ever more confused about the gorgeous Slytherin.

Bonding

donnarafiki

Teen And Up Audiences

2.185

Hey Potter.” Malfoy called out dryly from the other end of the common room.

Harry grumbled at him and didn’t look up from his attempt at drawing hair on his balls. “What is it, Malfoy?”

“Could you please stop drawing pubic hair on those balls.” Harry’s head snapped up faster than lightning, because surely he couldn’t be Malfoy’s… But apparently he could be, because right there on Draco’s pale skin, was the very same dick he’d been drawing on his own arm. “I mean, it wasn’t very pretty to begin with, but now you’re even ruining the little bit of aesthetic it did have.”

Harry couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t function, because fucking hell Draco Malfoy was his soul mate. Draco Malfoy! Draco sodding fucking bloody Malfoy! How the hell had that happened?

Study Practice

JET_Playin

Teen And Up Audiences

2.754

Draco likes to study while the Gryffindors have their Quidditch practice.

Potions Partners

GingerFerret

Teen And Up Audiences

8.056

Harry and Draco are forced to pair up in Potions. Needless to say, neither are happy with this arrangement. But what happens, when their innate need for competing against each other, makes for a whole new way of interacting? Clue: a lot of blushing and awkwardness.

Unsightly staring

deathbyfanfictioning

Not Rated

2.423

The one where Draco gets cursed and temporarily loses his eyesight.

8th year. Roommates.

When Nightmares Lead to Day Dreams

Drarryismymuse (Hatchersn)

Explicit

9.203

Harry Potter didn't want to return to Hogwarts for 8th year, concerned that the castle held too many terrible memories. Lacking any other plan, though, he agreed. He soon discovered how right AND how wrong he was.

Some Lessons Can't Be Taught

Anonymous (part of erised 2019)

General Audiences

23.243

Harry, Ron and Hermione return to Hogwarts for their eighth year. They hadn't thought about Malfoy and his gang returning as well, or what would happen if there was no room in their old houses for them.

[ghostofvixx]

Whirlwind |CSN|

When meeting your soulmate is important, but hating on San is important too.

Genre: fluff + bulleted au 

Words: 1.7k

Requested: @softyn  hi botch 🤪🤪 you already know what I want and why I am here but 😔😔😔 let me request an enemies to lovers for San 🤲

Warnings: maybe cursing sometime?? + mentions of alcohol + it gets cheesy lmao sorry I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BUBU I WROTE IT IN TIME RECORD BC ILY AS MUCH AS I LOVE SAN AND HIS EYES UWUWUWU.

There’s always this person in your group of friends that you don’t necessarily have to get along well with, right?

Sometimes it’s not even necessary to interact with them, some others you have to stand each other for the sake of the group.

The last one would be you and San.

but ok ok let me explain:

You met at a party since your group of friends began to get along with San’s group, AND at first, you didn’t interact with anyone but one person

Yeosang.

He approached you first, made an attempt to start a friendly conversation first, and ended up winning your heart thanks to his outgoing personality.

No, not a crush, but yes a good friend,,, right?

THEN, when the conversation was starting to get interesting A WHIRLWIND CAME THROUGH.

It was San.

He introduced himself and then sat between both of you, placing his arms around your shoulders and Yeosang’s shoulders. You don’t know how but he even managed to change the topic of the conversation.

That didn’t bother you, but he was too bubbly, too sunshine, not the calm you were used to.

And Yeosang became exactly the same when San made his appearance.

How’s someone able to change another person as much? How can you have that power?

So well, technically you don’t hate him, but it’s obvious that you don’t get along.

From there, the night went downhill, Yeosang had to leave early and said a quick goodbye with a friendly pat on your right shoulder, where San had placed his arm only half an hour ago.

Then your friend got wasted and you had to stand a LOT of drunk people pushing you, as you were only trying to make your way to the exit nicely to help your friend.

But there’s something special about that night, because when you got home,,, SURPRISE!! THERE WERE SOME INK DOTS ON YOUR RIGHT SHOULDER!!

YOU HAD MET YOUR SOULMATE CONGRATS!!!

But oh well

a lot of people had touched your right arm that night:

Your friend who got immediately discarded.

San same thing lmao

Yeosang

and ALMOST EVERYONE in the party,,,

it wasn’t going to be easy to find them.

And your life kept going normally from there

except for the fact that now you had to see San’s face almost every day,,, and you weren’t exactly glad by it.

The boy has made his attempts to get along with you

but you don’t seem receptive at all, so at some point, he gave up,,, and decided to just tease the hell out of you

and viceversa

some days things would get out of hand and you get really really mad at him,,, which doesn’t improve your relationship at all

at this point, everyone in both groups knows it’s better not to leave both of you alone unless they want you to fight

which they don’t

and then, you finally have new from your soulmate

it happened once again, at a party

a birthday party, not much alcohol

but with truth or dare

and you dummy decide to choose dare bc ooh you’re a though person

WHY DID YOU DO THAT NOW YOU HAVE TO TOUCH EVERYONE IN ORDER TO DISCOVER IN WHICH POCKET THEY’VE HID YOUR PHONE.

And with touch I mean,,, you have to give everyone at least a tiny hug in order to discover

no, we don’t touch buts in here

That night, when you take your shirt off, you see a tiny drawing of something you can’t identify in black ink, again in your right shoulder

maybe a rose??? OOf, typical

which only can mean one thing

YOUR SOULMATE IS IN ATEEZ,,,,,,,

DUDE

You go crazy from there

and your mind can’t stop thinking

but your heart beats faster when you think of Yeosang.

MAYBE IT’S HIM, THERE’S A POSSIBILITY THAT THE KINDEST MAN YOU’VE MET IS YOUR SOULMATE.

So you HAVE to spend time with him

a lot

BUT that means that you HAVE to spend time with San too,,, bruh.

“Y/n,,, why are you studying it’s break time”

“At least I study.”

“OH NO YOU DIDN’T.”

“WHAT IF I DID?”

Then the next day.

“San, don’t you think you’re being too hyper today? You’re making me cringe”

“It’s part of my nature, y/n, if you don’t like it well,,, bye!”

and the rest is just a mix of eye-rolls at what the other says, or maybe hide the other’s stuff, stealing their food…

You end up focusing more on bickering with San that you forget your actual purpose. getting to know Yeosang and then hug him, to check.

If only you had done that, you would have noticed how he was a lot on his phone, not even trying to stop you or his friend from fighting, or how his cheeks always got red at the sight of a new person coming into the cafeteria

it wouldn’t have been a surprise, nor a heartbreak when he introduced his soulmate and new couple to the rest of the group.

you were shocked, to say the least.

Your almost crush? Who you thought he was your SOULMATE? Like 100% convinced???

a heartbreak indeed.

When the bell rang you had never stood sooner,, dude your right arm even TOUCHED San’s and you didn’t say A THING.

YOU SHOULD HAVE BOTHERED AS YOU ALWAYS DO??

That’s what San thought.

but you didn’t

nor the following day

or the day after

you were just busy thinking about your stuff like,,, wtf Yeosang I feel betrayed?? Why didn’t he tell me?? He was my almost crush GOD

Then who is it??

“y/n, are you okay?”

The voice you hated the most was talking to you on your way to your class,,, with a hint of concern.

“I am, why?”

“Today I’ve told you your hair looks like an ugly toothbrush like four times and you’ve said nothing at all”

you didn’t?

WHY DIDN’T YOU THAT BRAT AH ISTG.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“You seem off since Yeosang has gotten himself a couple, does that have anything to do?”

this time you’re the one concerned, is he okay? Why is he walking to you as friends? AND HOW DOES HE KNOW?

“Don’t worry, I’m cancer, we’re great listeners, I won’t tell I promise…”

that made you laugh.

“…Besides, I miss my friend too.”

“I thought he was my soulmate.”

His mouth went ‘o’ and that was enough to make you laugh again,,, he’s just very expressive, you know.

And his words,,, he misses his friend,,, Yes, y’all don’t see Yeosang as much.

“He’ll come back, you’ll have your friend back, I’m sure, he’s just whipped right now, he’ll get through it,,, I’ll just keep looking for my soulmate I guess,,, but I really wanted it to be him.”

San, looking at you sympathetically, gave you a hug that lasted enough to make you come out of the shock and hug him back.

your heart was about to explode, but then maybe you were just ashamed, right?

He’s your enemy after all.

it just felt,,, special.

That night, when you took a shower, something black was covering almost your entire shoulder

a black-inked crab was the shape of it, not a rose.

who had touched you that day?

you’ve made special care not to be touched by anyone until you find out who your soulmate is

except but,,,

OH MY GOD

This can’t be, right?

But then again, he said his zodiac sign was cancer

cancers are represented by a crab, right?

GOD YOU WERE SO DUMB

BOTH OF YOU

WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO NOW??

You, still surprised and not thinking straight, decided to text San.

“YOU STUPID”

“Oh no, now we’re going to insult each other through text? I’m not in the mood now y/n pls.”

“I’M NOT IN THE MOOD EITHER I’VE DISCOVERED I HAVE A CRAB ON MY ARM”

“a crab??”

“TATTOOED YOU IDIOT”

“oh,,, and?”

“The only person I’ve touched today was you dumbass.”

“,,,, brb I’m omw.”

It took San 10 long minutes to get to your apartment.

“C-can I see it?”

In another circumstance, you would have SLAPPED his face, but this time, you decided to let it be and lowered the sleeve of your shirt to show him.

He looked at it in awe and then looked at you in the same way.

Words aren’t necessary when you have San’s eyes

they’re,,, intimidating, fun, sweet, sometimes dark, and expressive,,, a whirlwind

everything that San is

even if you hate(d) him, you had to admit that San’s eyes are just impossible to hold the stare.

He’s powerful only in that way.

“I wanted to call your attention.” He said. “I just didn’t know fate was by my side.”

“W-what?”

“You caught my attention, that day. Then you hated me, and I hated you, but not in the same way. I mean, I really tried to hate you but then there’s everything that is actually nice about you from what I’ve seen, and then this gut feeling that you could actually be my soulmate,,, I wanted to call your attention.”

“Did you have to be that extreme?”

“You gave me no other choice, you hated me right away.”

“I didn’t hate you,,, I was just,,, bothered,,, blinded,,, I don’t know, I know nothing now.”

“Take your time, figure it out, you can’t hate me and love me on the following day.”

San’s matured side left you shooketh

you loved that part of him

and his eyes, once again

because now they were like shouting “I adore you, and we never lie.”

San stopped staring into your eyes, giving up first for the first time ever, but you didn’t want him to.

“Before you go, I need to check something.”

you don’t know where you found the courage or the need to do so, but you’ve been told so many times that kissing your soulmate is when the pieces finally click, the magic moment you’ll never experience again with any other person.

They were right.

San’s lips taste sweet, and they taste even sweeter when they’re kissing you back, and here, and there, all-around your face, your neck,,,

You’re now confused about being confused.

Would it be normal if you just like him now? After all this time getting REALLY ANNOYED by him?

But how can you not when it feels like you’ve found everything you’ve been looking for?

“Stop thinking, I can hear your thoughts from here.” He comments. “Don’t worry, the world doesn’t end today, we still have some time to figure it out tomorrow.”

And he’s right, you’ll figure it out.

But not now that he’s kissing you again 

and that you can see the warm light in his left shoulder even with his shirt on.

So, that’s what meeting your soulmate like,,, like a whirlwind,,,

Like meeting San.

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nsfw questions for wolffe cody and fives - whichever questions you feel like answering bc I want to know the answers to all of them but that might be too much. ty!! (-ls)

Sorry for taking so long, it’s just SO many questions! But i did everything! N*FW/Lemon under the cut!

Oh if you like my writing, pls consider buying me a coffe!

Cody andFives (+Wolffe as a bonus)

Tie me, Bite me: Name a kink.

Cody: dominating/public sex

Fives: body worship (to have his body worshipped, that is)/ teasing (his partner, he likes to drive them crazy )

Wolffe: biting / rough sex

That’s Naughty: Name something you would want to try in bed, but won’t.

Cody: Having sex in a non-secluded area. Cody likes to play with the idea of being seen, butall in a calculated manner. Actually getting caught is not in his plans – whoever catches wouldn’t be able to consent, and he doesn’t want to expose himself or his partner either. But ugh, he fantasizes about it.

Fives: Being talked down to. The idea turns him on to a degree, but the dehumanizing treatment from Kamino made him iffy at the thought in the same measure. He feels like he could maybe try it with a partner with whom he feels really comfortable with, but he’s not sure.

Wolffe: Going really  hardcore. Leaving marks all over his partner, biting them to the point of drawing blood and fucking them roughlyuntil they can hardly even think about walking anytime soon. Wolffe cares too much about his partners to go this hard though, and he would need to trust them enough to know they would use their safeword whenever it became too much. He has his fun roughing them up and pampering them with lots of aftercare anyway,so why change what’s working?

That’s Nice: Name something you want to try in bed and will.

Cody: Definitely adding toys to the play. He wonders if he can convince his partner to have a vibrator in them while he has the remote to make it go faster/harder while they’re out in public. Also, having his partner wear a cute collar.

Fives: He thinks rope play will probably be pretty damn fun. Give him plenty of power totease his partner into insanity while they can do nothing but whimper and beg for him. Oh yeah, he’s definitely getting some rope in 501st blue.

Wolffe: He will never – ever – admit to being curious about the idea of handcuffing his partner. Nope, nope. I guess it’ll be up to them to find that out. But moons, he would love that.

Self Torture: What do you like to masturbate to?

Cody: The thought of fucking someone against a window. In his imagination, there is norisk of getting caught for real, so… ;)

Fives: the sight of his moaning, quivering partner as they ache for him in bed. If he’s alone, then… holoporn videos. Boy likes to have visual stimulation.

Wolffe: he likes to think of the very few seconds before he comes, and the sight of the aftermath of sex on his partner – their skin reddened from spanking and his come trickling down between their thighs. Hmmm.

Wine and Dine: Is it important to have a nice prelude before having relations?

Cody: oh yes. Especially if it can include vivid descriptions of what he’s willing to do tohis parner while they’re still innocently dining out. He can’t get enough of the sight of them blushing and biting their lip. Makes the anticipation almost unbearable.

Fives: Yes! A lovely date night really sets the mood. Also, this boy talks. He loves to describe everything he’s doing and feeling even during foreplay, and he will love if his partner is willing to do the same. Also, he can just kiss for hours,and he’s a sucker for having his partner on his lap while they kiss.

Wolffe: Of course. A nice night out – or in, with a movie, popcorn and a blanket. Lots of foreplay, not only to set the mood but also to pepper his lover with kisses and set some ground rules – what is okay and what isn’t, agreeing on a safeword, where he likes to be touched, where he doesn’t, etc. Everything he can do to get his partner to feel comfortable and cared for.

Sweet Kisses: Are you a good kisser?

Cody: Yes he is. He especially enjoys kissing his partner between scenes where he’s being particularly dominant, so that he can shift from being bossy/cold to being affectionate and loving. Expect long, deep kisses that make you breathless.

Fives: As mentioned before, this boy loves kissing. He is a very playful kisser, so beready for lots of playful biting on your lips and kitten licks over your neck. He likes to press himself hard against his lover and touch them while he kisses them – squeezing their ass and whispering the most delightful filth close totheir ear. He is particularly proud to being able to get them off on occasion just by taking his sweet time kissing them and rubbing himself against their crotch.

Wolffe: He is! His kisses are not at all restricted to your lips though. He loves kissing his lover’s body, especially if he has their permission to leave marks on them. Expect a map of hickeys and bites all over your back and shoulders – he keeps the gentler kisses to your neck so that you won’t end up covered in visible love bruises. When it comes to kissing on the lips, he likes his partner to be more active; suck on his lower lip and give him lots of tongue to make him melt against you.

Tasty: Chocolate? Whipped cream? Do you use food with sex?

Cody: It’snot his thing, really. Cody thinks food and sex don’t really go well together.

Fives:Whipped cream sounds like fun. When Jesse gives him the idea earlier, Fivesgets home the very same day with two cans of it and a wicked grin to hispartner. He doesn’t have a preference regarding who gets to have some creamover their skin and who gets to lick the other clean – he just wanna play.

Two’s acrowd and three’s a party!: Have you participated in a threesome? Any more than three? Would you beinterested in inviting more people?

Cody: oh,moons, someone to watch him and his partner in action, and join them if they want to. Now that’s a dream come true. Hewould check with his partner first to make sure they’re ok with it but, ohhh,yes. Threesome? Foursome? Why not? He can even add some toys to this party. Justthinking about it makes him horny.

Fives: Heckyes, it sounds like fun. He would love to have more people to play with, and towatch his partner with them. More people to kiss and touch and fu-

Wolffe: He’snot at all interested in bringing another person to his bed, unless it’ssomeone both him and his partner know and trust very much. Still, it’s strange.He’s so used to pouring all his attention to his lover – how to share it andnot make anyone jealous or uncomfortable? He needs some time to think this through.

Swinger: Ever traded partners before?

Cody: If it’speople he knows and trust, why not? It’s a wild thought, fucking someone else’spartner, it’s really arousing for that matter. Sign him up.

Fives:Teasing someone else’s partner until they are begging for him? Oh, hells yes!

Wolffe:Having sex with someone else’s partner would feel weird for him – even if theyagreed with it, he would feel like they were cheating. And having someone elsefuck his partner? No, thanks.

BJ: Swallow or spit? What do youprefer?

Cody: Havinghis partner swallow is one of his favorite “punishments” for when they’remisbehaving. Personally, Cody prefers to spit. He’s not very fond of the aftertaste.

Fives: Ohhplease swallow, it’ll drive him crazy. Fives enjoys swallowing as well, so herelates to the pleasure of watching his partner swallow too.

Wolffe:Making sure his partner has previously agreed to, Wolffe like to not give themmuch of a choice in the matter, having them deepthroat him right before heorgasms and watching them swallow down. Personally, he likes to swallow too.

PornCollection: Do youwatch porn? Do you make your own porn?

Cody: Hnnnng,if his partner agrees to being filmed it’s such a turn on to make his own porn.He keeps the video just to rewatch and jerk off once before deleting it – he doesn’twant to take risks keeping it around and having someone find it.

Fives: Hewatches porn, yes, mainly when he masturbates or when he wants to set the moodin a special night and give his partner some ideas; “c’mooon, that new positionlooks like fun! ;)”

Wolffe: Notreally his thing. It looks all too fake in his opinion. Also, none of those “roughsex” videos show any sort of aftercare afterwards. Ugh.

Vibrator: Use any toys? Have a favorite?

Cody: Remotecontrol vibrators. They’re so much fun, and getting caught risk-free! Also,collars and paddles. Gotta discipline his naughty lover, doesn’t he?

Fives: ropeharnesses look lovely on his partner, do they count as toys?

Wolffe: Not afan of toys, except for maybe the handcuffs.

Tempo: Sweet and slow or hard and fast?

Cody: It’s usuallya buildup, sweet and slow first, and when his partner “earns it” they might getsome nice hard and fast. He’s more fond of the sweet and slow bit though.

Fives: whatbetter way to get them aching for more than sweet and slow? If they want thingsto go faster, they better wrap their legs around his waist or straddle him andtake charge ;)

Wolffe: Hardand fast, though he’ll most likely make sure to have his partner climax atleast twice, so it’s not that fast after all. He can give all the sweet andslow loving during aftercare.

SecretLover: Describesomeone you lust after. No names!

Cody: Someonebossy who carries themself with a serious, stern posture. The thought ofreducing them to a babbling, begging mess while a vibrator hums inside them turnshim on so much.

Fives:Someone playful and funny, that will enjoy being played with and will groan infrustration while he pushes them closer to the edge.

Wolffe:Someone serious whom he can trust to respect his limits and their own and willknow better than to overdue themselves. Someone he can trust enough to let thembe in charge of safewording out when things become too much.

WashingMachine: Ever do itin a weird place before?

Cody: Abathroom stall at the 79’s. Not ideally comfortable, but really arousing.

Fives: A civilian’s home during a relief mission. They were one of thepeople in charge of receiving the supplies sent by the republic and one thingled to another. It was really fun.

Wolffe: His office desk; the desk ended up being pushed 3 feet ahead fromwhere it used to be during the, um, interaction, and he will not provide anyfurther details on the matter.

Sheets: Are silk sheets sexy?

Cody: Yes.

Fives: Tooslippery, he can’t get a footing. What’s up with those things anyway?

Wolffe: Hedoesn’t care about what are the sheets made of, unless this means it’s easierto wash come off of them.

ThongSong: Do you likesexy lingerie?

Cody: yes! Especiallycorsets and garter belts. They look so sexy…

Fives: he’s reallyinto lace, especially the very sheer variety that lets him see everythingdespite his lover being still dressed.

Wolffe: yes,especially when his lover wears them without letting him know. Nothing hotterthan undressing them to be met with a tiny thong and lacy bra.

Flavor: What’s your orientation?

Cody: Bi/Pan

Fives: Bi/Pan

Wolffe:Bi/Pan

(we’re in my headcanoncity, bitch, and everyone’s bi/pan here)

Turn On: Name a turn on.

Cody: Havinghis partner strip for him.

Fives: Watchinghis partner masturbate. Also, getting pegged, but you didn’t hear it from him.

Wolffe:Making his partner come right before he comes too.

Turn Off: Name a turn off.

Cody: Worktalk. He’s “commander cody” all day long, and he’s in charge of the whole clonearmy. When he’s in bed, he just wants to be Cody.

Fives: Quickies.He likes to take his time.

Wolffe: Don’tstare at his scar, don’t bring it up. He doesn’t like to think about it, muchless remember how he got it.

Frequency: How many times do you haverelations in a week?

Cody:Ideally, every other day. Since he’s always busy during work days, he can onlyget some on weekends. He’s very salty over this.

Fives:Ideally, every day. Ugh, when will this stupid war be over so that he can meethis lover every day at home?

Wolffe: Everyother day would be nice, but he doesn’t mind waiting for the weekend. Makes himeven more horny, and the release more intense.

Heart andSoul: Is loveimportant when you have sex?

Cody: Hesupposes it makes a difference, yes. Especially because you can get to knoweach other better and make sure to do everything your partner likes to makethem happy.

Fives: Yes. Well,if not love, at least some kind of connection. To know what they like, what aretheir hobbies, who they are, etc. He thinks it’s important to see his partner –and to be seen – as an individual, not just some pretty face.

Wolffe: Definitely.He almost exclusively sleeps with people he’s been dating, or at least people hasknown for a while. Sex feels very vulnerable to him, and he won’t allow thisopening to just anyone.

GoodMorning: Do youpartake in morning sex?

Cody: yes,especially to reward his partner for their lovely performance on the previousnight.

Fives: he’sreally lazy in the morning, so maybe not intercourse itself, but he wouldn’tmind at all giving some sweet oral to his lover under the blankets.

Wolffe: yes,particularly some very slow, sweet and gentle sex. Less hair-pulling and moreneck nuzzling. Hmm.

FrenchMaid: Do youroleplay in bed?

Cody: Heckyes. He loves the role of ‘master’ so that he can boss around his partner. Healso loves to have them act coy and innocent to make it all more enticing.

Fives: Hewouldn’t oppose to that at all. Sounds like fun.

Wolffe: He’snever done it, but if his partner wants to, he’ll be up for it.

Mood: How do you create the mood?Favorite atmosphere?

Cody: Afterdining and chatting and lots of kissing, moving up to the bedroom and dimmingthe lights usually set the mood, but Cody really enjoys asking in a whisper ifhis partner has been “bad”.

Fives: justwatching some holos after dinner and then pulling his lover over his lap andkissing them passionately over and over until they can’t keep their hands offeach other.

Wolffe:usually when he kisses his partner and looks into his eyes saying “I want you”in a growled whisper it’s more than enough to get the mood going.

 Takeout: Do you and your partner “eat out”often?

Cody: yesss,especially when he wants to reward them for behaving nicely. Also, there’snothing better to prep them for penetration than some good oral.

Fives: 69,anyone? To him, there are few things as delicious as eating out a lover whilethey do the same to you. Also, as Cody said fingering + oral are great ways toprep your partner, and so far he’s gotten nothing but compliments over the wayhis goatee feels against his partner’s crotch.

Wolffe: yes, paired with some love bites to their inner thighs. Helikes to keep his shaving up to date because he likes to eat them out for along time, and he doesn’t want to give them stubble burns down there.

TrouserSnake: Does sizematter? Is it big?

Cody:Honestly, he doesn’t think it matters, not any more than how ones uses it (and howthey use their hands, and their voice, etc.). It is, by most standards, on thelarger side – the original blessed them with some nice genes when it comes to that.

Fives: Maybe?He does get some nice compliments on his girth. No need to give any additionaldetails here, since Cody said it all: Jango’s genetic material came with thatbonus.

Wolffe: Itdoesn’t matter to him, especially since he can make his partner come with hishands alone. He’s glad about, hm, his size though, because it sure isentertaining – and very arousing – to watch his partner struggling a bit to getall of him in their mouth.

Meow: Shaved or natural?

Cody: shaved.He thinks it looks cleaner and sexier.

Fives:trimmed. He’s too lazy to shave, but he doesn’t want to look like he doesn’tcare.

Wolffe: hedoesn’t mind shaving if his partner says they like it better that way, but mostof the time he keeps it loosely trimmed. It’s so annoying to keep having toshave it over and over.

Gossip: Do you sleep and tell?

Cody: He doeslike to share his stories with Rex or Fox, but he will omit any details aboutwho his partner was or what they looked like. He doesn’t want them to end inthe GAR gossip mill, that’d be rude and wrong.

Fives: Nope.He lets the hickeys on his neck do the talking, and he’ll have the mostannoying smug face for the rest of the day.

Wolffe: No.These are private matters, and no one needs to know about them. He’s not astarry-eyed shiny anymore.

FirstTime: Who was yourfirst time with?

Cody: Acharming civilian he met at a night out with his troopers. They were verygentle, which was great because Cody was trying to pretend not to be nervousabout it.

Fives: Acivilian he would meet at the 79’s every other weekend to talk, dance and makeout with. One day they asked him if they’d like to go to their place, and whyin the moons would he say no? By the time they got there, he was the oppositeof his cocky, talky self: all shy and asking for guidance. The civilian was verysweet and took things slowly, and it was great. Fives still has an openrelationship with them.

Wolffe: A nat-bornsoldier from the army. They met once during an assignment and they really hitit off while talking about annoying droids and amazing generals. Wolffe andthem dated for a while, and his first time with them was amazing. They’re nottogether anymore, but they’re still friends, and that means a lot for a manlike Wolffe.

Keep itDown!: Are you loudwhen you make love?

Cody: the realquestion is: can he make his partners be loud while they make love? And theanswer is a long, drawn-out, moaned “yes”.

Fives: loudand wordy. “You like that, huh?”, “Hnn, you feel so good…”, “Yeah, darling don’tstop” as well as plenty of groans and moans.

Wolffe: “loud”is not the word, he’s more… noisy. Grunts, growls, rich purrs, hissed curses.Hmmmmm….

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After Archenemies Part 4/?

ngl I had trouble writing this part. It’s not my favorite piece, but I think it’s necessary for the continuation and flow of the story. I like it to an extent, let’s say that. im just not the biggest fan bc there’s no action lmao. anyways, enjoy!

here’s part 1, here’s part 2, and here’s part 3

Adrian couldn't tear his eyes from the screen. They were glued on the picture of the younger Nova, a happier Nova.

“No,” he murmured. “That...that can’t be Nova. Her last name is McLain. She was taken in by her uncle. She’s...she’s not missing.” He forced himself to let go of the computer mouse. Ruby turned her gaze to him, Oscar too. Their looks were sad, filled with the same disbelief as Adrian.

Ruby reached out for Adrian’s arm, but he pulled back. “Adrian…maybe there’s an explanation and we’re just jumping to conclusions, but that,” she waved her hand at the computer screen, ”is Nova.”

Adrian knew she was right. Everything lined up. Nova lost her family to a hitman when she was six, she had had a baby sister named Evie, and the girl in the photo was undeniably her.

“Maybe Nova was kidnapped by the man she thinks is her uncle,” Oscar mused. Adrian could tell he was trying to brighten the darkened moods of the three of them. “Forced to change her last name. That would explain why we’ve never met her uncle.”

Ruby shot Oscar a look. “Well, that is an explanation, but not a very good one.”

“Just trying to help.” Oscar raised his arms in defense. After a moment, he said “What should we do? Talk to the Council?”

“No,” Adrian said before thinking twice. He felt himself blush. “I mean...not yet. We don’t know too much about any of this. They wouldn’t do anything about it. I think...I think we need to   keep doing research. For all we know, it could be a fault in the system.”

“And then?” Ruby raised an eyebrow.

Adrian took a shaky breath. “And then we talk to Nova about it.”

Oscar and Ruby exchanged glances, and Adrian was reminded of his dads and how they would give one another similar looks. They didn’t say anything, much to Adrian’s relief. He returned to his chair, his hand shaky as he reached for his mouse.

   They stayed in the library for another two hours, collecting information about what they knew about Nightmare. Adrian refused to think about Nova and what they had learned about her past. The picture of her and her sister still haunted his mind, making it hard to focus. He was able to make a list of places Nightmare was spotted at most. The majority were dated back to months ago, before she became a real threat. They were mostly hardware and convenience stores that she robbed. Adrian made a mental note to ask the store owners what she would often steal.

   When the librarian walked by for the umpteenth time, she ushered them out, insisting that they do something more fun than research since they had been there for so long.

   “Anyone up for a smoothie or something?” Oscar offered as the three of them walked down the hall, each holding notes of information. Adrian shook his head, shouldering the backpack he had brought with him.

   “You guys go ahead. I think I’m going to head home.”

   “You sure?” Oscar shot Adrian a worried look. “You going to be okay?”

   Adrian pressed a smile to his face. “Yeah. I think I need some rest, though. With everything going on lately..” he trailed off, and his friends nodded in understanding. They said their goodbyes, and Adrian watched them go. It would be good for the two of them to get some alone time, anyways. Adrian had a mission of his own.

   On his way out of HQ, Adrian peeked into Max’s quarantine. He could make out the hospital bed and the lump of blankets. In the lobby, prodigies were rebuilding and fixing the damage done by Nightmare’s fight with Frostbite’s team. Their work was faster than a normal person’s, but there was a lot of damage, and only so many prodigies with powers fit for reconstruction.

   Cold air blew at his face as he stepped outside. The weather was changing fast this year. A shame, really. Adrian liked summer the most out of all the seasons. He walked past a group of tourists that gasped when they saw him. He heard the click of a camera and ignored it.

   He immediately thought of Nova, despite trying not to, and how she had said people would be better off without the Renegades. How they either idolized or hated prodigies. Adrian remembered all the times he had come across Renegade merchandise. They were celebrities, whether they wanted to admit it or not. He shoved the thought away and pulled his jacket closer around himself.

   It was a long walk to his destination. Adrian wondered how Nova managed to do it daily, multiple times a day. He thought of all the times she had been late and had to run. Adrian shook his head. That girl never ceased to amaze him.

   Adrian didn’t know why he was going to Nova’s, especially considering the mental state he was currently in, and the fact that she told him not to stop by. He pictured the look on her face when he showed up unannounced. It wouldn’t be pretty, either. She hated surprises, after all. Maybe it would be best to text her…

   No, her uncle took away her electronics. Maybe if Adrian brought something for her and explained the situation to her uncle.

   Adrian stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk. He was walking through a small park near Nova’s neighborhood. There was a bench nearby. The park was mostly empty, so Adrian claimed the bench. He took off his backpack and set it beside him, pulling out his sketchpad and a pencil. He flipped to the most recent page. It was filled with sketches and dimensions of a ring he had drawn for Nova. he had been working on it in small bursts, especially on nights when he couldn't find sleep, which was more often than not in recent days. He had crossed out design after design, growing frustrated at the difficulty of designing  jewelry. Finally, the other night, he had come up with a design that was simple yet charming. It was a plain band with a white stone in the center, small but stately. A ring, he had come to realize, was an odd gift, but he had found resources online stating how much all girls loved rings. He disliked generalizing Nova with thousands of other girls, but the explanation he found was interesting: rings held significant meaning when given as a gift from someone the wearer cares about. Adrian had been wanting to give Nova something meaningful in the past few weeks to show how serious he was about her, but had struggled with finding something she would like. He had planned on giving it to her later, but maybe if he gave it to her now, it would brighten her mood, and give him an excuse to see her. He pulled the ring from the paper and quickly sketched a jewelry box for it. He pursed his lips, then, as an afterthought, also drew a Peony. With the ring now safe in the box and the flower clutched in his other hand, Adrian set off for Nova’s house again.

   When he reached Nova’s street, Adrian’s hands grew clammy. When her house came into sight, he gulped. He remembered the last time he had showed up unannounced at Nova’s door. He remembered how he had cried into her stomach about Max. How she had held him. How he had stayed there for what seemed to be hours until she walked him home. How she had bid him goodnight for the second time before walking herself home. How he had watched her go until she was gone, not wanting her to leave him.

   Adrian walked up the sidewalk to her front door, stepping over the overgrown grass that grew between the cracked concrete. From inside the house, he could hear voices, two to be exact. It was a man and a woman, and the woman sounded like she was crying. Adrian lowered the fist that was about to knock. His insides grew cold. What if he was at the wrong house? But no. One look at his map on his wristband told him he was at the right place. And Adrian remembered the way her house looked, as it was one of the only better kept looking houses of the street, although not by much.

   He straightened when he heard Nova’s voice, too muffled for Adrian to understand what she was saying. Feeling awkward, Adrian knocked hesitantly on the door twice. The voices inside dropped, and Adrian heard movement. A few moments later, the door clicked and swung open, revealing Nova dressed in sweatpants and a loose tank top with holes along the seams. She wore no shoes on her feet, just a pair of old socks that didn’t match. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were bloodshot. Despite not needing to sleep, she looked exhausted. She blinked at Adrian, as if she couldn’t tell if he was real or not.

   Adrian had the absurd thought that she looked beautiful.

   “What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed after getting over her shock, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder and pushing Adrian back so she could step out onto the porch and close the door behind her.

   Adrian cleared his throat, although no words came out. He stared down at Nova, whose  expression had quickly changed to an angry one. “I...I um..I just wanted to give you something,” he finally got out, cheeks burning. “I know you told me not to stop by, but..” Unsure of what to do, Adrian held out the jewelry box and Peony. Nova looked down in surprise, mouth opening in a small ‘o’. Her face softened.

   She took the box with two fingers and looked back up at Adrian. “Do you…” she licked her lips, drawing his attention to them. “Do you want me to open it now?”

   Adrian scratched the back of his neck, eyes staring a hole into the ground. “Um...sure. If you want, that is. I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to because-”

   “Okay, I’ll open it.” Nova reached out her free hand to nudge Adrian’s chin. When he met her eyes again, they were a bit brighter than before. Some color had returned to her face. Adrian watched her open the box, bit his cheek as her mouth fell open again.

   “Adrian...this is…”

   “I wanted to get you a gift,” Adrian explained. His throat had gone dry. “For um...to prove that my feelings for you are very, very real. And they’ve only grown more in the past few weeks. I guess this is also a thank you gift for being there for me through this whole Nightmare and Max stuff? If you don’t like it, I understand, it’s just-”

   Nova interrupted him again by silencing him with her lips. She reached behind his neck and pulled him down to her height. He dropped the Peony and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She gasped, and the heat from her lips drove him crazy. He pushed her back until she was against the door, bathing in her touch and taste and scent as they kissed. He reached up and curled his hand in her hair. She responded with the softest moan, pushing closer to him.

   A photo of a younger Nova holding an infant flashed through his head, and his eyes shot open. Nova continued to kiss him, and he responded, half-distracted. He forced his eyes closed again, forced himself to enjoy being so close to Nova. He kissed her harder, and she breathed his name against his lips, sending a shiver up his arms. He didn’t want to think about what Ruby had showed him earlier that day. Maybe he was making a mistake, but he wanted to believe that it was all a big misunderstanding, and that Nova was who she said she was. He wanted to believe that he was falling for someone that wasn’t keeping secrets. He told himself he would figure it out, but not now. Not when he had started to climb over the walls of Nova’s heart, or so he believed.

He could go on kissing her forever. All of their kisses were more amazing than the last. But eventually, they had to pull apart for air, much to his dismay.

   “I love it,” Nova murmured, pressing a shaky peck to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, Adrian. I...no one has ever given me a gift like this.”

   “I thought you would need something to cheer you up.” Adrian cupped her cheek, and when they kissed again, it was much more gentle and relaxed. Adrian allowed himself to just hold her in that moment, savoring every soft caress of her lips against his.

   A large bang followed by a crash came from inside, causing Nova to pull back and squirm out of Adrian’s arms. She looked back at the door, anger and conflict spread across her features. She turned back to Adrian, and the look softened.

   “You should go.” She started to push him gently off the porch, although Adrian refused to move.

   “Is everything alright in there?” He looked at the closed door. A movement caught his eye, and he tore his eyes to one of the windows just in time to see a curtain close and a flash of gold.

   “Um...yeah!” Nova shook her head, but Adrian wasn’t convinced. He thought back to the crying voice he had heard before. “My uncle has a um….a client over. One of his new ideas.” She laughed nervously and tried to push Adrian back again.

   “I thought he didn’t let people over when you’re sick.” Adrian raised a suspicious eyebrow.

   “Well...yeah.” Nova bit her lip. “My friends. He can have guests over as long as I stay up in my room.” That didn’t explain why Adrian had heard her voice prior to him knocking on the door. He shook his head. Surely there was a reasonable explanation, but clearly Nova didn’t want to share it with him for whatever reason.

   “Um...okay then. Can I at least ask how you’re feeling?” He crossed his arms.

   Nova shot him a reassuring smile and pushed him again. This time, he allowed for her to lead him off the porch and onto the sidewalk. “Better because of you.” She reached up and kissed his cheek quickly. “Now, please leave if you want to live.” Her voice was light, but Adrian had an unnerving feeling that she wasn’t lying.

   She turned to go back inside; Adrian grabbed her hand, swiveling her back to face him.

   “Adrian, I’m serious,” she said, and he could tell from her tone that she meant it. “You need to leave.”

   “I know, but…” He stumbled over his words then, forcing out what he had been wanting to say for weeks now. “Wiyoubemgirfriend?”

   She blinked. “What?”

   Adrian took a shaky breath. His cheeks were on fire. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he got out slowly.

   Nova’s cheeks brightened, and not from being sick. “Oh, um...was I not before?”

   Adrian cracked a smile, shoulders relaxing slightly. “I just...wanted to ask. Officially. While I’m here.”

   He didn’t get an answer immediately, which sent him into a panic again. His palm in her hand felt sweaty. He resisted the urge to pull back and wipe it on his jeans.

   “Yeah,” she murmured, then stated louder, “Yeah. Um...totally.” She nodded and smiled genuinely up at him, and he returned it.

   “Great. Awesome.” He leaned down and gave her one last kiss. “Get some rest,” he told her, which she responded with an eye roll and a snort. “I’m serious. Now get inside.”

   “Bye, Adrian.” Nova squeezed his hand and let it go. “And thank you...for the um...the ring. I really do love it.”

   Adrian waited until she was inside the house and he heard the clicking of a lock before turning and making his way home.

   His communicator band buzzed. Odd, he didn’t think his team had anything going on.

   It was from Simon.

   Need you home right away.

   Adrian froze on the sidewalk. He never, never got texts from either of his dads, as it was an unprofessional use of the issued communicator bands.

   Adrian sprinted home.

   Nova closed the door behind her and leaned back, holding her head in her hands. Yeah? Totally? Great skies, she sounded like some lovestruck teenager.

   Which she was not.

   Adrian Everhart was her enemy, and while she admitted to being more than just attracted to him, she had been trying to kill her feelings over the last few weeks. With Ace in the hands of the Renegades, it was dangerous to like Adrian Everhart. No, she had to stop her feelings for him, no matter how much it hurt.

   She thought she had been doing good until he decided to show up unannounced and kiss her.

   Well, she kissed him, technically, but it was his fault. He made her do it.

   And Nova would not think about how it felt to be pinned between him and the door while he held her as if she were all that mattered in the world to him. She would not think about how he kissed her, and how much it made her insides turn to jelly.

   She looked down at the ring that she had put on her middle finger, on the same hand as the bracelet from her dad. She let the jewelry box fall to the ground as she admired it. Honey’s words floated through her head then.

   “They can offer you notoriety and a fancy pair of boots. They might even give you pretty gems like that bauble on your wrist.”

   “What did your little boyfriend want?” Nova looked up to see Leroy walking into the room from the kitchen. Honey followed behind him, and there was a smug look covering the tear streaks on her face. She had been crying over Ace before Adrian knocked on the door, as she tended to do multiple times a week.

   Nova blushed. “He’s not-” but she stopped herself, Because he was, at least technically. She agreed to make their relationship official, at least in the eyes of the Renegades and the public.

   “Looks like I taught you well.” Honey sat down on the torn and rat-chewed couch in the living room. She curled a finger around her golden locks, shooting Nova a coy look. “You two had me weak in the knees. You looked like two lovers on a soap opera. It really is a shame he’s a Renegade.” She sighed. “At least you can have some fun with him, right?” At Nova’s appalled expression, she cackled. “Young love,” Honey teased with a roll of her eyes.

   “You-you were...watching us?” Nova felt violated, disgusted. Not that her relationship with Adrian was real, so anything they did wasn’t genuine. What did it matter that Honey and Leroy had seen her rather hand-fanning-face short make out session with her fake boyfriend while she was in sweats?

   “Well someone had to pull you apart.” Honey examined her nails, sniffling from her previous breakdown. Nova thought of the crash from before that made her and Adrian jump apart.

   “That was you?” Nova crossed her arms. She was a little peeved at Honey. First watching them, and then being the cause for them to stop kissing.

   “Enough, Honey Harper,” Leroy said sternly. Nova was about to thank him until he continued. “Let’s just hope Insomnia didn’t get her Renegade sick with that cold of hers.” He cracked a wry smile, and Honey burst into giggles.

   Nova pushed past them. “If neither of you are going to take this seriously, then I’m going to grab my stuff and go to HQ.”

   “Take what seriously, sweetie pie?” Honey gasped, unable to stop her laughter. “Your love life?”

   Nova stopped at the staircase and turned back around to face them. There was amusement on both their faces. The hard set of Nova’s jaw loosened. It had been so long since she had seen them give a genuine smile. Not since Ace was captured. She took a deep breath and released it.

   “Ace,” Nova said quietly. “Remember what we were talking about before A-the Renegade showed up?”

   Honey stopped laughing. She wiped at her face, as if remembering she still had dried tears sticking to her cheeks.

   “Yes, you’re right.” Leroy took a seat next to Honey, taking his time to get settled. Nova realized as she watched him how his age was catching up to him. He and Honey both, although Honey was more discreet about it. Still, Nova had noticed how Honey took her time getting to bed every night. Nova noticed the way Honey winced when lying down.

   The Anarchists were weakening. Their numbers were small, allies were short, and bodies weren’t the same as they were a decade before. All except Nova, who was young and energetic.

    They needed to act quickly.

   “We know he’s in Cragmoor, so there’s a very low chance we would even be able to get past the security. Not even my chemicals could get us very far.” Nova nodded her head at Leroy. They had established that already. Breaking into the prison that held prodigy criminals was a death sentence. They would only succeed in wiping out their numbers completely.

   An idea popped into Nova’s head. Something Adrian had said the last time he was at her house. The night of the gala. After Max…

   “What about when they make a public event out of neutralizing him? When he’s back in the city?” Nova asked. She didn’t want to think about Max. Not when he was still sitting in a hospital bed because of her.

   “That’s risky, Nova,” Leroy warned.

   Nova sighed. “I know, but what if-”

   “Don’t you remember the parade?” Honey snapped, standing up quickly. Fresh tears had brewed in her eyes and were threatening to fall. “You didn’t succeed then.”

Nova took a step back. She had lived with Honey long enough to know when to back off.

“Well, Winston didn’t exactly help,” she muttered.

“You still missed your target, Winston being there or not.” Honey crossed her arms. Nova mirrored the older woman.

“I could go to the event as Nightmare. Hide in the shadows. I could shoot Captain Chromium with an Agent N dart.”

“Nova, that would only reveal your position,” Leroy pointed out.

“Can I finish?” Nova narrowed her eyes at them. When neither spoke, she nodded. “Thank you.

“As I was saying, I could shoot the Captain. Everyone would go into a panic, whether I hit him or not. While everyone’s distracted, you two and Phobia can help Ace escape, and I can throw a few Agent N bombs into the crowd. Get rid of some Renegades.” The last bit made Nova’s stomach queasy, but what choice did she have? The Renegades were the enemy. They had created Agent N. It would be ironic to lose their powers to their own weapon, just like Frostbite’s team.

“That’s a lot of assuming.” Leroy stroked his chin thoughtfully. “And a lot of open holes for things to go wrong.”

“But what choice do we have, Leroy?” Nova leaned against the stair rail. “We can’t just let Ace rot away.”

Leroy sat in silence for a moment. Then, he got up suddenly and made his way to the kitchen. He waved for Nova to follow him.

“I’ve been studying his helmet.” Leroy explained when both Nova and Honey were in the room. He went to one of the cabinets and opened it. Inside, covered with fabric, was Ace’s helmet. “Back in the Age of Anarchy, Ace never let anyone touch his helmet.” He set it on the countertop. “I had always been curious of its elements and what made it so...special.”

Nova examined the helmet. It looked the same as it did the night when she had stolen it from headquarters. Her bracelet vibrated at her wrist, and she brought it up. It pulled towards the helmet.

Leroy hummed. “Very interesting. David’s pieces always worked in mysterious ways.”

Nova tugged her wrist back down, ignoring the buzz of energy from the bracelet. “What do you mean?”

“The helmet,” Leroy explained, “has special powers. When your father made it, he used metals that would enhance the wearer’s powers. Make them stronger. It explains why Ace could do what no telekinetic prodigy could do before him.”

“That doesn’t explain the bracelet.” Although Nova had an idea, and she didn’t like it.

“Your bracelet appears to be made of the same material.” Leroy took a step towards her and held out his hand. “May I see it?”

Hesitantly, Nova slipped off her bracelet and handed it to Leroy, who took it over to his microscope sitting among his temporary mess of a laboratory. It only took a moment of examining for him to nod and hand the bracelet back to Nova. She put it back around her wrist, feeling comfort in its presence.

“Just as I suspected.” Leroy sat in one of the kitchen chairs, sighing. “Although I can’t figure out that gem. What was it you said about it?”

Nova shrugged. “Some Renegade said it was worth a lot, but she’s a thief anyways. Anything to her is valuable.”

Honey tittered. “A thieving Renegade? How interesting.”

Leroy nodded. “Quite. If the Renegades aren’t as good as they make themselves out to be, I bet we could draw some over to our side.”

Nova thought of little Magpie, angry but still so young. She wasn’t much younger when she was taken in by Ace. By the time she had reached Magpie’s age, she had been robbed of a proper childhood, already exposed to the cruel world and bitter because of the unfairness of it all. She wouldn’t wish that life upon anyone, even on an unhappy Renegade such as Magpie who was forced to become a Renegade just as much as Nova was forced to become an Anarchist. “She’s just a child,” Nova explained. “Highly unlikely to persuade her when she hardly knows what persuasion is.”

“But if there’s one, there’s many, little Nightmare.” Honey rubbed her hands together. A bumblebee buzzed around her hair lazily.

“Back to the helmet.” Leroy cleared his throat, drawing their attention to him. “Your bracelet holds the same properties as it. Now, because it is much, much smaller, it only enhances your power a bit. Not near as much as the helmet would give.”

“So what are you suggesting, Leroy?”

Leroy held the helmet in one hand, weighing it in his palm. “I’m suggesting, little Insomnia, that you use it.”