#big hugs and thanks to all who have ever submitted and will ever submit their own ideas and fanworks

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Can u do a pedri angst where him and reader finally make it official after months of him chasing after her but the next day the paparazzi find him getting cozy with a girl qnd its all over the media and she feels embarrassed but he doesnt think its a big deal so they get into a fight but make up in the end

I had this already done and then guess what...? I saw the same req but with Gavi🥴 Please, I don't really know how many times I've said it but don't request the exact same thing to other writers. I had this made before I saw it with Gavi so...🥴 Please, tell me what you think of this, I truly hope you like it!

Wrong Move -P.G8

Summary: He doesn't see what's wrong but you do

You remember the excitement on Pedro's face when you told him that you were finally agreeing to go on a date with him after five months of him trying. He went all in towards you and hugged you against him for a whole five minutes murmuring a few thank you's and a few you won't regret it's.

And it's not like you weren't interested in him, because you were; but, he was a famous football player and you were a simple univeristy student who works her ass off to pay for her university and bills. His busy and flashy life didn't contrasted a single bit with your boring and stressing studing one.

You were also scared of the media breaking into your private life and not to mentions his fans that could break you in millions of pieces with three words and also he had a reputation often being connected with random girls with the context of a hookup, he saying that he didn't looked for a serious relationship made you hesitate about him but Pedri reassured you and show you that, that was past, that he truly saw himself in a long run with you and that you'll be more than a random hookup.

He worked hard for you to believe him and he show you he really meant it.

That's why you gave him a chance and after eight months together as girlfriend and boyfriend and one month out in the public eye, you felt for the first time ever doubtful of everything he had said to you.

Pedro had asked if you wanted to join him, Fer, Adrián and their girlfriends on a night out since it was Adrian girlfriend's birthday and as much as you wanted to, you couldn't because you had to submitt a twenty-five pages essay in fours hours and you were barely at the fifteen page.

"Don't overwork yourself, amor, please" Pedro had said grabbing his keys "Te quiero, sé que podrás hacerlo, bonita" (I love you, I know you can do it) He smiled as you kissed him goodbye

"Te escribo al terminar, diviértete pero no mucho" (I'll text you whenever I'm done with it, have fun but not that much) You smiled fixing the neck of his polo as he pulled you closer to him by the waist kissing your lips once more

"I could never, not if you're not with me" He said against your lips before pecking them twice

"Anda, lindo. Te quiero" (Go pretty boy. Love you)

"Yo más, regreso más tarde" (Love you more, I'll be back later)

Two hours later, you got some weird inspiration and managed to finish your essay, you texted Pedro with the image of your submitted work and a lil "🎉😌 Did it!" To which he replied with a heart eyes emoji and "My smart girl" as you smile and got ready to have some dinner and shower.

Four hours later, you were sat on your couch with your chest tightening and watching the video of Pedri with a girl all over him, they were sit in some couch but this girl had her whole front pressed up against his side, her arms linked with his and they were talking.

The video showed him looking at her and sometimes nodding or shaking his head speaking with a smile but she was laughing, throwing her head back, pushing her hair out of her shoulder, the video ended with Pedro getting up and she following him.

Underneath, the comments were all of them disappointed on Pedro and supporting you but it didn't mattered to you.

What mattered is that how you were feeling, you were embarrassed, everyone was talking about how you were "The one who got cheated on", you wanted to cry and deeply wanted to know what is going on, on Pedro's head. You wanted him to tell you what did you just saw and the why behind his actions.

Ten minutes later approximately, you heard the front door being opened, soon your heard him taking off his shoes and then leaving his keys on the holder you guys have. Seconds later, you saw his figure greeting you in your living room.

"How did you passed from thirteen to almost thirty pages of content in two hours? Was I distracting you?" He laughed lightly coming over to you but his comment didn't changed your facial expressions, he didn't noticed them "I'm truly happy for you, bonita. However, don't let an assigment that long get up to you at last minute ever again. I don't want to see you that stressed out again, you were gonna pass out and I would have done it too 'cus-" You interrupted him showing him the video

"What's this and who's that girl?" Your questions sounded defensive and catched Pedro out of guard.

"¿Disculpa?" (Sorry?)

"Who's that girl? And what is this thing that's happening on the video?"

"She's just one of Ferran's friends"

"And are Ferran's friends allowed to link their arms through yours, push themselves against you and basically hint that they want you to... You know?"

"She wasn't hinting anything"

"You are right. She wasn't hinting, she was showing you. She was openly flirting with you and you weren't doing anything to stop it"

"You're overreacting this"

"Am I?" You stood up shaking your head in disbelief "If I am, then why millions of people are agreeing with me too? I'm not the only one. People are thinking you cheated on me with this girl"

"And you believe them?"

"I don't... But should I? You were incredibly cosy with letting her rest her front against your fucking arm over and over again. You were laughing, shaking and nodding your head at her words without pushing her away or letting her know you had someone waiting for you at home"

"Had?" He asked eyes wide open as you closed your mouth "You're just being jealous. I wasn't flirting with her and I definitely couldn't care any less if she had another intentions with me because I am that crazy in love with you, I am freaking greatful and satisfied for what I have at home that I don't need to see anything or anyone on the sidelines"

"Really? You have such a weird way to show that"

"Y/N..."

"I'm tired, Pedri. We can talk it later, I'm not in the mood to hear or see you anymore" You sighed shaking your head, you grabbed your phone and passed by him going to your shared bedroom "I definitely didn't think this could happen to us"

He heard it.

"Nothing has happen to us! You're overreacting!" He yelled pushing his head up so he can see you

"Would you think I'm overreacting if tables were turned around? Would you think it's okay if I go to some other man and flirt and link my arm through his and push myself onto him? Would you accept, me looking into your eyes and tell you: "I wasn't flirting with him"? Wouldn't you feel down knowing a millions of people have seen it and are letting you look like you were cheated on? Wouldn't you feel embarrassed? Are you sure you wouldn't? Because if you wouldn't then yes... I'm overreacting" You said looking into his eyes "Accept it, you fucked it up when you let her get that close to you"

"So this is it?"

"I don't even want to know if this is it or if it isn't. You can make your own assumptions and you can let me known them with another video if you like, I'll be in the guest room. I'm done. Night, Pedri"

And with that you were gone as he stood there looking up at where you were standing. He took his phone and got inside Twitter, the video was the first thing loading into his homepage.

He gulped watching it, it really could be misinterpreted but he wasn't doing anything with other intentions. He loves you with his whole life. It can be said that he loves you even more than he loves football, you came into his life unexpectedly and turned it around 360°.

He didn't see girls who weren't you with other eyes, he even stopped receiving fangirls numbers to prove you he is serious with you and to let you know how much he respects you.

"Why didn't I pushed her away?" He questioned himself

She was funny and he did liked her, as a friend, she lets herself be liked and gets into the group fast but in his mind and heart you were the only one.

You are the only one and he did the wrong move. His efforts that once were high now laid at 0 and he did understand your point of view now.

Frustrated with himself he got out of the app and his eyes connected with his home lockscreen. You and him kissing each other in a beach during you vacations in Canarias, the beauty of the photo is the love you two have for each other and the kiss that was interrupted by smiles on both of your faces.

He has to make it up to you.

Picking up said photo, he captured it with: Mi única chica, te amo💜 hoy y siempre♾️. (My one and only, I love you. Today and always) He turned off the comments for everyone except for you and headed up to the guest room.

He had to be careful with his words and explain himself as much as he could. Your eyes were closed but your cheeks had tear marks, you were awake just ignoring his presence. He sighed and crunched down to be in front of you.

"Que soy un idiota" (I'm an idiot) He began "I swear to everything I own and to everyone I love that I truly don't care about her, I talked to her and tried to be just her friend, she's nice and she may had wanted something with me but the only one I want, the only attention I want, the only girl I will care about the most, the only girl I will flirt back with, the only girl I fall in love with, the only one who I make fool with, my only one everything is you" He reached out to push your hair out of your face and when he saw you didn't reacted back to it, he let his palm lay softly on your cheek carressing it with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, mi vida. I really don't know why I didn't pushed her back, I should have because I'm a taken man but I guess she's new over here and we just wanted her to be comfortable with us"

"But not that comfortable" You said as Pedri smiled

"I know, she crossed a line" You open your eyes and looked at Pedri "I'm sorry" You shook your head smiling lightly "And you didn't overreacted, I would've done the exact same thing if tables were turned around. I'm truly sorry, mi vida"

"Don't do it again, Pedri"

"Pedro"

"Pedri"

"Pedro"

"Pedri"

"You only call me Pedri when you're mad!"

"I still am!"

"What can I do for that bad feeling to go away?"

"Cuddle me, love me, give me some ice cream and never do it again?"

"I can do all four and mostly the second one" You smiled and lifted the blanket for him to step inside. He smiled taking off his hoodie and joggers being left in his boxers and wrapped his arms around you.

He pushed his head down and searched for your lips, kissing you softly and slow "Te amo" He breathed out

"Te amo, mi niño lindo" You whispered back as he pressed you further into him. You guys got comfy and after a few minutes Pedro gasped "What's wrong?"

"The ice cream" He turned you around and got out of your hold

"Pedro, no! Come back here! Ice cream can wait!"

"I know how that goes! Ice cream CANNOT wait!" You smiled widely falling back into the pillows.

He may did a wrong move but he always knew how to fix it.

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[echoalyssa]

Jordan with an s/o who also plays football. Imagine he takes the team to meet his gf at a game and the teams asking him which one of the cheerleaders is his gf and he says your number and you take off your helmet and there all shocked, oh and along with the team can you add Olivia and Layla??

Authors Note: I fucking love this request. Thank you for submitting it! I actually played boys football for a sec and I did a similar imagine with Brett Talbot from Teen wolf!!

The lights of the stadium are almost blinding, the noise and rumbling of the spectators is calming to him. He'd grown up around this, it was all he knew. He can feel it radiating through him, giving him that buzz that only football does. It's different watching in comparison to playing though.

It was the bye week for Beverly Hills which meant that tonight was the night. Jordan spots his friends in the stands where he'd previously left them so that they would have the best spots. Spencer nudging Olivia's side and pointing at cheerleaders.

It's like a big guessing game to them because Jordan was normally an open book but not about her. They didn't even know her hair color.

Layla is tapping on her phone muttering something about 'finding her on instagram.'

JJ loops an arm around his neck, whooping loudly and probably a couple shots in.

"So where is she?" Asher calls to him.

Jordan smiles, finding her easily in the sea of practicing bodies on the field. She moves different to the rest of them, more graceful. She slips between the bodies like she's dancing.

"I know! I know!" Yells Layla, pointing to a pretty blonde stretching on the sidewalk. She holds up her phone which displays the girl's instagram.

Jordan chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the mystery. He had nothing against the cheerleaders, band kids, or the color guard, but none of them compared to you.

If his friends just looked harder, they would see her.

Layla shows him a few more before he finally takes pity on her.

"Alright alright. It's number seven."

He sticks two fingers into his mouth, whistling a sharp whistle.

Spencer, Layla, Olivia, and Asher crane to look, confused as to how a cheerleader could have a number.

She turns to the noise immediately, knowing his signal to her was unique.

Jordan's friends are all still peering around curiously, somehow still missing the football player making a beeline towards them.

She slinks up beside him, tugging off her helmet and shaking a mess of hair out of the way. Jordan loops an arm around her waist, pulling her into him.

Layla screams behind him, somebody is smacking the bench and he can hear someone's ringer snapping a picture.

He lets her go, knowing that his friends will want to meet her. She greets them all with her usual magical smile.

"Guys! This is Y/N!"

His twin sister sweeps towards his girlfriend, wrapping her up in a hug and telling her they she's going to be the best sister in law ever.

Spencer is still staring in shock. Jordan's girlfriend is one of the top running backs in California.

Asher chuckles, "I fucking knew it man."

Asher had asked ONCE if Jordan had thought Y/N was hot.

Jordan continues to laugh, holding her helmet while she gives all of his friends hugs. Introducing herself even though they already know her.

"I can't believe you chose my brother!" Olivia calls to her and Jordan reaches over to smack her.

Y/N would fit in great.

[steddieunderdogfics]

For Challenge Monday-Colors in the Title, I have these in my bookmarks so I thought I'd share:

Rainbow in the Dark by etlagiapet:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40619730

my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue [Series] by LexiRoseWrites

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3460981

Red Touches Black - Daemon AU [Series] by Sparkle_Fiend

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3226062

harlow gold by

MacksDramaticShenanigans

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40451553

Rainbow In The Dark by etlagiapet

@etlagiapet

Rating: Mature

23,388 words, 5/5 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Post-Season/Series 04, POV Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Lives, Post-Canon Fix-It, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Soft Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson's Vest, Gay Eddie Munson, mixtapes, Possibly Unrequited Love, Steve Harrington Makes Life Harder for Himself, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Smut, Miscommunication, Requited Unrequited Love, No beta we die like Barb

Summary:

Steve doesn’t get a word in before there’s another splash. Robin squeals. He tears his gaze from the demobats, which dip and dodge around each other in a strangely graceful, hypnotizing dance, and looks at the water again because how the fuck many are there? He was sure they’d all been killed. He didn’t think there were any left. This was supposed to be over. But it’s not another demobat. It’s not a demogorgon, or Vecna, or any of the other insane shit they’ve seen over the last few years. It’s not even a fish. It’s a person breaking the surface of the water, sputtering and gasping with dark hair plastered over pale skin, and when they reach up to clear their vision, silver rings glint in the waning sunlight. Or: Against all odds, Eddie is alive, complete with two new demobat pals. Which means Steve is forced to face some feelings he threw onto a mixtape and then ignored because those feelings were wrapped up in too much grief and it was easier to just erase Eddie Munson from the equation of Steve Harrington’s Big Bisexual Crisis.

Red Touches Black by Sparkle_Fiend

@sparkle-fiend

Rating: Mature

39,324 words, 6/6 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Alternate Universe - Daemons, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, POV Eddie Munson, Post-Season/Series 04, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Steve Harrington, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jason Carver Being an Asshole

Summary:

"Red touches black, poison lack. Red touches yellow, kill a fellow." A silly rhyme, to help remember the difference between a harmless kingsnake and a deadly coral snake. Wayne taught it to him when he was fourteen, and Calpurnia settled in the form of a scarlet kingsnake. Given the way people recoil when they see his daemon, he's pretty sure no one else in Hawkins has ever heard it before. Or maybe it doesn't matter - maybe Eddie is the one they think is toxic. **** Vecna is defeated, Max is saved, and Eddie's name has been cleared. All should be right in the world of Hawkins, and Eddie's only concern should be his inconvenient crush on Steve Harrington. But there are people who still think Eddie is guilty of murder, and they're not willing to let it go.

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Oooooh I’m so pumped about these new fics you’ve added! I’m officially intrigued and excited to read!

Also I should probably apologize for the amount of emojis here but I keep sending long requests and you keep fulfilling them fabulously sooooo I guess what I’m saying is that this is on you for enabling me :p

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(PROPOSALLLLLL - also my dear poor bobby trying to both encourage eddie to marry buck while also trying to prevent him from proposing poor guy)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(loving the established buckley-diaz family!)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸(EEEEEEEEEEE!!!! - the sound my heart makes when i think about this fic)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮(explore them childhoods buck and bobby!)

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮(a lovely dog and a tsunami avoided i do think things are looking up for buck!)

🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠(NICO MY BELOVED IVE MISSED YOU SO!!!) (and while i support your declaration that this is the last one if you ever change your mind please know I’ll be thrilled to see any other stories you dream up)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(after what you’ve done with your vampire premise im slightly scared and entirely excited to see what you do with zombies!)

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑(MADNEY CINDERELLA?!?!??! WOW YOURE TOO GOOD TO US CAL I CANT WAIT)

…yeah I definitely went crazy feel free to cut this down as much as you need. Thank youuuuuuu you’re amazing!!

HEY!!!!! YES I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Do not apologize for the length. I saved it for last (unless someone submits something else) so that I could dedicate the right time to it. I am pumped.

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Starting with 48 for ⚡️ (Proposal chapter posted! So this will be post-proposal!)

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Eddie laughs. “You sure did.”

“It looks great,”  Maddie agrees. She walks around Eddie and Chris to give Buck a big hug.

“Congrats, guys,” Chim adds. “This is awesome. I knew it would happen from the moment you had that dumb, peacocking argument in the fire station gym.”

“What?” Chris asks. 

“Nothing,” Eddie says quickly. “Chim’s just being funny.”

“Thanks, man,” Buck laughs. “I appreciate all your help.”

Jee wanders over to Eddie and Chris and stands on tip toes to look at Eddie’s ring. Eddie lowers his hand to give her an easier view. 

“Wow,” she says, looking at the ring. “Green!”

“He wears a lot of green,” Chris tells her. “It made sense.”

“I do,” Eddie admits. 

“I like green,” Jee nods sagely. 

Maddie, Chim, and Jee leave after a few minutes. Eddie, Buck, and Chris make smoothies and sit in the kitchen, where Chris batters them with a million questions about the proposal. Buck does not forget to mention how Eddie derailed things. Kind of him, really. 

“So when is the wedding going to be?” Chris asks once everything is blended and they’re all sitting down. “This year? Next year?”

“We don’t know yet, bud,” Eddie answers. “These things take some time to plan.”

Especially when you don’t have basic training and childbirth as a time constraint.

“Probably not this calendar year, though,” Buck adds. “We can take our time planning it, I think.”

Eddie nods. “For sure.”

“Well, where are you going to get married? Is it going to be big? Like a huge party?”

“Chris, Buck and I haven’t even started talking about that yet,” Eddie tells him. “Give us some time.”  

“Well, you had all of last night!” Chris protests. “What else were you doing?”

Buck and Eddie stare at each other, nervously, for a moment. 

Sometimes it feels like Chris is growing up way too quickly. Then a nice little moment like this comes along to ease his anxiety. 

“I guess we talked about other stuff, kiddo,” Buck says, trying not to smirk.

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27 for 🚨 (THANKS!)

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“Wait, you know Alan?” One of the hungover, frantic-looking partygoers asks. Probably the one who called 9-1-1. He’s wearing a speedo and a blue terry cloth robe. 

Eddie frowns. “Wait, you know Alan? Prescott?”

“Who do you think fell out of the pool?” The young man exclaims. 

“What?” Eddie asks, expression dropping. His face goes a little pale. 

“It’s Alan! Alan is the one who needs your help!”

That, Buck realizes, is not good. Very, very not good. 

Someone Eddie used to love might be dying. Again. 

🔹🔹🔹

There’s no way around the fact that it’s a rescue with a high chance of failure. Alan is in a bad position. There’s no way to get the truck underneath him to lift a ladder up. He’s off the side of a cliff. A cliff covered in thick foliage. And there’s not a lot to hook a winch up to to send someone down after him. Nothing super secure, anyway. The pool is huge and spans the majority of the back line of the yard. They can’t just rappel over.

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69 for 🩸 (THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!)

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Buck can’t stop chewing the inside of his cheek. It’s becoming a problem. He is beginning to taste the coppery tang of blood in his saliva. All these months of waiting, and it’s moments away from being finished. Buck is practically vibrating out of his skin. 

They’ve arrived. Buck knows they’ve arrived, because Chris texted him the moment the plane was taxiing. Probably before he was even allowed to take his phone off airplane mode. He’s been keeping Buck diligently updated in the half an hour or so since. Which is how Buck knows they’ve collected Christopher’s checked bags. They’re on their way out of the baggage claim area now. They’re a breath away. 

Buck fires off a quick text to Eddie and Sophia on WhatsApp, notifying them. They were able to get Eddie’s old phone charged and working, but unfortunately the line has been canceled for months on account of his supposed death. And he can’t exactly call the company to reinstate it. So Wi-Fi based communications it is, for now. Buck will get on adding a second line to his account, soon. They just need another SIM.

Eddie gives the message a thumbs up. It seems like a muted response, but Buck knows the truth is just that he’s probably sitting there shaking. There’s nothing to say, anyway. 

It’s in that spot, standing in the arrivals terminal, checking his phone, chewing on his cheek, that he hears Christopher call out to him. 

“BUCK!”

Buck lifts his head to see him. He’s making a good pace, trying to navigate the LAX crowd with his crutches, in a beeline towards Buck. He’s taller. A decent amount taller. Buck could weep.

He takes off in long strides towards Christopher, pushing past people who he might on any other day be apologetic to. Today they don’t matter. Today Chris is home. He’s here, in front of him. He hardly even looks at the veritable clone of Sophia walking, tight-faced, behind Chris as he reaches them. He and Chris more or less collide together. Buck pulls him into a tight, crushing hug, ignoring the way one his crutches dig into his thigh. 

“I missed you so much,” Christopher says, eyes watering.

“I missed you, too,” Buck tells him. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Me too,” Chris mumbles. 

Buck pulls away from him, leaving his hands on his shoulders. He scans Christopher head to toe. 

“You’re so tall,” Buck laughs, eyes stinging. “What were you eating out there, huh?” 

“You can’t talk!” Chris protests. 

“I guess that’s true,” Buck smiles. 

Buck takes a quick moment to look at Adriana. He can’t help but feel a cold coil of anger towards her, for how upset her sister was last night. He tries to remind himself she is missing critical information. 

“Thank you for bringing him,” he says to her. 

Normally he would probably offer to buy her lunch for her trouble and the long day, regardless of the discomfort between them. But he needs to get Chris home to Eddie. 

Adriana purses her lips for a second before replying. “Sure. Chris, you’ll remember to call, right?”

“Right,” Chris agrees, though Buck can tell he’s annoyed. Probably not the first time he’s heard this. 

Buck steps forward to take Christopher’s bags from Adriana. She slides them over without complaint.

“Is there anything you need before you catch your flight back?” He asks her. 

She scoffs a little. Buck, again, is prepared to be mad. But then he sees such a sincerely hurt, heartbroken expression across her face. Her eyes, so much like Eddie’s, are big and wounded. 

“There’s nothing you could do for me.” 

“Tia…” Chris protests weakly. 

Adriana hardly seems to hear him.

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27 for 🔮:

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It’s different, because Buck has so many other people in his life now. He’s not alone. But… But Bobby still didn’t go after him. 

He should have gone after him.

But what would he have said? He still can’t explain himself.

Bobby looks around Buck’s room, hoping to distract himself from this feeling of uselessness. To take in more small, previously unknown-to-him details about Buck. This solitary, sad Buck. There is a stack of CDs on a desk. An iPod classic with a sort of girly sticker on the back. Bobby wonders if that came from Maddie. There’s a school library copy of To Kill a Mockingbird open and facedown, and a spiral bound notebook where the scattered beginnings of an essay are written in messy graphite. A gaudy school jersey is on the ground, next to cleats. He forgot Buck played football. He wonders if the sport was ever the draw, or if it was always the team.

All of a sudden, Buck flips over and sits up. He sniffs, rubs his red eyes, and pulls himself up off the bed.

“Fuck this stupid family,” he mutters. 

Ouch. 

Buck rounds his bed, picks up the cleats off the floor, and puts them on. He takes off his sweater, so he’s just wearing a tee shirt, and tosses it on the frame on his bed. He grabs a football out of his closet and tucks it under his arm. 

Bobby watches, unsure of what he’s about to do, as he walks over to his bedroom window, wrenches it open, ducks his head low, and swings a leg over the side. Bobby’s eyes widen nervously. What the hell is he going to do? Well, Bobby knows what he’s going to do. He just doesn’t know if this is one of those stories that ends with Buck breaking a bone.

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Well 🦮 has been posted! And I hope you enjoy/ed it!

In exchange, what I can give you is 24 sentences of the fic I started to replace it, another Gotcha for Gaza prompt. I will give it no context, but here it is and here's it's emoji 🛞

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“Well, you weren’t the last person to sit in this seat,” Buck explains.

Eddie frowns. “I wasn’t? Someone else changed my settings?”

Chim holds back a sigh. If they could turn on the Jeep and get going, that would be great. He has a former foster child being adopted by his best friend to see. 

“Eddie, Chris was the last person to sit in the seat. He changed the settings.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. “Well, I’ll have words with him later.”

Wow. 

“He resets my settings in your truck, too.” Buck argues.

“No, you reset his settings in the truck, because you have giraffe legs.” Eddie rebuts. 

Chim is going to scream. 

“Eddie, you’ll survive,”  he says. “Buck, let’s beat traffic.”

“Right, right,” Buck says, starting the ignition. “Can you put in the address for me, Eddie?”

“Yep,” Eddie replies, taking Buck’s phone right off his thigh, and plugging it in. The Apple CarPlay display flickers to life. 

Eddie holds Buck’s phone to his face and it unlocks. 

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45 for 🌠 (haha thank you! I am open to more but feel like I've explored what I wanted to?):

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“You ran off, right?” 

“No!” Nico shouts. “I didn’t want to be alone! I don’t want to be alone! I want Dad!”

He sounds like a little kid. Half of Christopher’s heart aches for him. Half of it resents him. And that latter half is cruel and unfair and Chris knows that. He knows it’s good that Nico is terrified and unsure how to act. He knows it’s good Nico isn’t used to this. It’s fucking great for Nico, that, by this age, he hasn’t dealt with a parent killed by a distracted driver, a parent shot overseas and at home, and a parent struck by fucking lightning. He is healthy and adjusted and things have always, always been easier for him. 

And Christopher feels like a total asshole. Here he is, not far off thirty years-old, just realizing how much resentment he holds for a child. His little brother. Who he does love. Really, he loves him dearly. They’ve just lived apart more than they ever lived together, and it feels like they don’t know each other as well as they should. 

When you find something to work on, you forget about everyone else.

Fuck. 

“Nico, okay, I won’t-”

“Dad could be dying and you don’t even care!” 

Tears are streaming down his brother’s face now. Christopher wants to scream. He feels frozen. This feels impossible. Sometimes he thinks about the fact that his dad and Buck weren’t that much older than he is now, dealing with him at this age. How his dad was younger than him when his mom died and he was alone with a little kid. And Christopher wasn’t the world’s easiest kid. He knows that. Even if Dad would never, ever say it. 

“That’s not exactly what’s… Of course I care,” Christopher tries to reason. “God, of course I care.”

“Then why are you just working and acting like nothing is happening?”

Christopher takes a deep breath. 

“Nico, it helps me to keep my mind off of it,” he explains. “If I don’t, I get anxious. Because I care a lot, okay? You think I don’t? Between us, I’m the one who knows how shitty it feels to lose a parent.”

Nico’s expression drops. Anger and hurt turned to immediate regret. 

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24 for 🧟 (Thank you! A bit more traditional zombies. Mostly bc none of our characters is one haha)

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Hell, they could be so fucked up from everything that has happened nine months, that they’ve just snapped and want to cause pain. Buck isn’t risking the only family he has left. 

The cop car stops right in front of the turn to drive into the library parking lot. Like it, too, doesn’t want to cross the red line. The driver’s side door opens with urgency and a woman steps out. The windows are all tinted, and Buck can’t see if there’s anyone else in the car.

The woman’s back is to Buck, her arms in front of her, holding something. A gun perhaps. She’s dressed in what looks like the pants part of a cop uniform, but a bright, souvenir-style tee shirt. She’s shorter than Buck, but carries herself with a presence. An authority that, under other circumstances, Buck would either butt heads against or easily follow. 

The woman takes a step towards the library. 

Buck stands up and aims. 

“I wouldn’t do that.” He calls. 

The woman whirls on him, handgun pointed right at his forehead with what he can just tell is precision. If this goes badly, no chance she misses. He can see that. 

“Nice to meet you,” the woman quips. Buck would put her in her fifties. She has the trace of a southern accent. The tee shirt she’s wearing has a big, illustrated orange on it and the word Florida. Which explains the accent. 

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36 for 👑 (THANKS! All credit to the prompter though):

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“While Santa Claus was dying and she was covered in his blood?”

“Oh, please. Santa will be fine.” Hen waves a dismissive hand. “But who knows? Maybe fate will intervene and you’ll bump into her again.”

ii.

Fate does intervene. Just not in the ways Chim might expect. 

It’s a two-pronged day of surprises. 

They have a shift the day after Christmas. Christmas which Chim did end up spending alone. He didn’t feel right about going to Hen’s, and he didn’t feel right intruding on the Lees, so he just told each party he was going to the other’s. It was kind of shit. Not that he’ll say that to anyone. 

The point is, they’re on shift. It’s the 26th of December. They get called a kitchen fire in Beverly Hills. Nothing serious; a kid trying to make fancy vegan, gluten free cookies while her parents obviously were not supervising. No one is hurt. But that’s where Chimney sees her again. On a Christmas card of all things! 

He physically has to stop in front of the mantleplace where it’s displayed. A glossy, photocard type thing of two older white people with their two adult children. 

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays from the Buckleys, it reads. Wishing you all the best in 2018. From Phillip, Margaret, Maddie, and Evan. 

Whoa. Whoa. 

She has a name. Maddie Buckley. And from the distant way they’re all sitting in the portrait, not touching, that is certainly her younger brother, not her younger husband. Yikes. Now that he looks closer at them, neither Maddie nor Evan looks especially happy to be there. They’re all dressed in expensive clothing. Hair styled. This is a very, uh, special Christmas card. They look rich. Beverly Hills rich.

[charmedtodeath]

Maybe Another Time (Part 1) | Graves/fem reader

Words: ~2.1k

TW/CW: alcohol/bars

Summary: Graves and his administrative assistant are unable to admit there's a mutual attraction.

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Part 2

a/n: fem reader but barely any descriptors

It had been some time since you began working for Shadow Company. You weren't really the soldier type, so you settled for working in the administrative office at headquarters. 

A pretty simple job with repetitive tasks, often involving running around to get various signatures on important paperwork, but you were usually home by 6 and got to brag about having a security clearance to your family and friends. On nights when the boss stayed late, locked in his office where you'd sometimes hear the sounds of heated phone calls through the door, you dutifully remained in the administrative suite to do last minute favors for him and, of course, get the handsome overtime pay.

Occasionally you would find takeout meals left on your desk by your boss when you had to leave the office to complete a task, or a drink from the vending machine that you hadn't asked anyone for. At first, you couldn't figure out which of the admin employees was leaving them for you. There were never any notes on these items and nobody had said anything to you. It would've been nice to pay them back or return the favor, but things kept randomly showing up and you were left to look around the room to figure out who had decided to be so generous.

When the job became busier and you were finding yourself receiving a dozen extra hours of overtime each week, it was finally clear that the Commander was your secret treat delivery guy. He was a relatively pleasant person and always said "please" and "thank you" when he asked you for something, and he wasn't bad looking, either. The increase in attention from the boss wasn't unwelcome, but you had a strict no dating of coworkers policy, and that definitely included your direct superior.

Months went on like this where the two of you would share meals or get coffee together on those late nights, just trying to be the best administrative assistant Commander Graves could have. The paycheck was simply too alluring to look for other jobs, and you'd had your eye on a new car for some time now.

"What do you like to do for fun?" This was the first time your conversations had ever deviated from normal work-related talk, and you were taken aback when he asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, seems like you're here all the time and I feel kinda bad for keeping you late so often. What do you do when you're not here?" Graves was known to be compassionate and encouraging to his people, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when he started taking an interest in your personal life.

"Oh, I don't mind being here a little late. Keeps the bills paid and then some, you know? Anyway, I'm kind of a homebody. I'll go home and bake something or play with my pets or just sit down with a glass of wine and relax. Nothing too crazy or reckless."

"You're always welcome to come out with us some time. Bars serve wine, too." You'd swear at this point that Graves was sneakily asking you out, but he did specify that there would be multiple people from Shadow Company there. You decided that it didn't mean it would be a date and was therefore acceptable in your eyes.

You nodded at Graves and finished looking over the files he had asked you to put together for him. "Um, sure. It might be nice to get a change of pace once in a while. I won't make any guarantees, but you might see me around the next time an invitation goes out." That was good enough for Graves.

About two months later when the latest big mission had been completed, all the paperwork signed and filed, and reports submitted, you got a notification about a celebratory night of drinks. The group who invited you had lovingly referred to you as "That Lady From The Office," but you quickly informed them that you had a real name and were more than just the CEO's assistant.

Since this huge mission had finally been taken care of, your work hours had returned to the good old 9 to 5 and you were free to go home to freshen up and unwind for a few hours. Before heading out to the address specified in the text, you decided to eat at home to avoid drinking on an empty stomach, and told yourself you had a one drink limit no matter what.

You had expected this place to be more of a sports bar type of vibe, but the Shadows insisted that this establishment wasn't sleazy or douchey because it had Tavern in the name and was, in fact, a classy joint. Fair enough, you supposed. Stepping up to talk to the bartender, you handed him your ID before ordering a nice riesling. Better to go with what you know.

"Are you with this group?" He asked as he handed you your glass and cocktail napkin.

"Yeah, I work with them. They're an... interesting crew."

"Forgive me for saying this, but, uh, you don't really seem like the kind of person to go out into a gunfight like some of these big boys."

You laugh at his confusion and set the record straight for him. "Oh, I'm not. I'm just a pencil pusher. I even have my own custom stamp set, if you can believe that."

The bartender chuckles and leans over the bar so he doesn't have to shout. "You know what? This is on the house. Your money's no good here tonight."

"You don't have to do that, really. It's just one glass and I don't mind paying for it."

"It's no trouble. I'm Jesse, by the way." You take his outstretched hand and get a firm handshake in return. He's the confident type.

"Nice to meet you."

You may be here with people from work, but the bartender doesn't count as a coworker and is therefore free game to hang out with. In between serving Shadow members and the other patrons, Jesse comes back every few minutes and learns a new piece of information about you. Not enough to put the whole puzzle together, but you might as well loosen up a bit. It's hard to keep up the conversation while he's busy working, but he's a nice guy and you certainly don't mind having someone to talk to. It goes on like this for the next hour until the stool to your right is suddenly occupied by a new arrival.

"The usual, please." Graves has finally shown his face and he's chosen the open stool next to you when there are plenty of other available seats in the bar. The bartender pours a glass of whiskey and then returns to his conversation with you while Graves sits there pensively, and it makes you wonder what he has on his mind.

A new group of Shadows soon arrive and they greet the Commander before taking Jesse's attention from you, freeing you up for Graves to talk to. You're not really sure what to say to him, too used to work environment formalities to make a decent attempt. Instead, you wait for him to speak first.

"Finally came out with us and got that glass of wine."

"Yeah, and it's a good one at that." There's a murkiness in the air and you suddenly feel like this might be approaching something resembling a date. Sure, you came here separately and are surrounded by who knows how many people from your job, but these two bar stools suddenly feel private and secluded.

You have to think back and wonder if you're misreading the signals and making something out of nothing. Graves has been exceptionally kind to you lately, and the frequency of which he buys you food and treats seems a bit excessive. Perhaps he does have feelings for you, but it's not worth exploring. There's no way you could go out with your boss without it blowing up in someone's face. A man as busy as he is probably doesn't have time for that, anyway.

"Bartender seems to have taken a liking to you." You decide to play coy and get more information from his reactions.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you play the game with him. "Oh, I guess. He just started talking to me and I didn't want to be rude since I'm sitting right in front of him while he works, you know?"

"He's a nice guy, from what I can tell." There's a question hidden in there. Graves is trying to gauge your interest in the bartender, either due to jealousy or just simply looking out for you. While the latter is kind of him, you certainly don't need his help.

"Uh, whatever gets me a free drink. He said this was on the house tonight," you tell Graves, pointing at your almost empty glass. He nods and sips his drink before getting up from the stool, seemingly pleased that you aren't truly interested in Jesse.

You swivel your stool to subtly inspect the scene that has been behind you the whole time and find that Graves has joined a group near the pool table. You recognize them as his squad leaders; the never ending revolving door of people that filter in and out of his office all day when they're on base. They all watch and cheer for one of the newer recruits who's doing surprisingly well, calling and sinking a few shots in succession. Careful not to linger too long, your eyes find their way back to Graves every so often, and you find that you're not the only one with a staring problem tonight.

Starting to think that maybe you're heading into choppy waters, you slide the empty wine glass back across the bar without saying goodbye to Jesse and head outside. Going straight home doesn't feel right, so you lean against the side of the building and watch the lights of passing cars dance across the damp pavement. It had rained earlier this afternoon and the humidity still hangs in the air. If you were a smoker, this would've been the perfect time for a cigarette. To occupy your hands, you check to see if you have any new messages or emails, but no dice. Of course there's a dry spell when you need something to distract your whirling mind.

Noise bubbles out from the front door as it swings open and shut, and a pair of boots clomp their way closer to you, stopping a few feet away.

"Needed some fresh air?" Of course Graves has found himself outside alone with you. He must have just noticed that you were gone.

"Yeah. Got a little overheated inside." It's not the truth, but your flushed cheeks would have given you away otherwise. You anxiously tap your fingers together, trying to figure out if you should cut your losses and leave.

Graves shoves his hands in his pockets and leans into the wall. "It was nice to see you out and about somewhere other than work. You look nice, if it's not too much to say." Oh. Maybe you were right about Graves being interested.

"Thanks." What next? Your mind is suddenly blank and you can't think of anything else to say other than offering a simple gratitude for the compliment.

Graves laughs at the uncomfortable silence while you stare at the ground. "You gonna come back inside and stick around with us for a while? Things are heating up at the pool table."

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of heading home soon, actually."

"Now, that would be a shame."

"Would it?" You look up at Graves and search his eyes for anything else. He's so effortlessly casual and relaxed. It makes you look like a total amateur.

"I feel like I've barely gotten a chance to hang out with you, just you and me."

"We hang out all the time at work." Graves gets closer until your shoulders are just barely touching as you lean against the bricks. You swallow hard and your heart starts beating a little too fast for your comfort. Graves can probably hear it thumping away in your chest, giving away all your secrets.

"We don't have to hang out just at work, though. I'd love to have another drink with you if you're up for it." He looks at you expectantly, hoping you'll say yes and go back inside with him. That's when you know you have no choice but to disappoint him, and even more so yourself.

"Maybe another time."

Those words are all it takes for him to understand. He tells you goodnight, and you find yourself sitting in your car alone, looking over at the empty seat beside you. Maybe another time you'll find him there.

[bsideminibang]

Masterlist

And that's a wrap! Many, many thanks to all the amazing authors, artists and betas who worked on this year's bang!

Below the cut are all the pieces that were submitted this year, so now's the time to check them out!

You're Fucking Perfect (To Me) by TwinOne with art from nickelkeep (8600 words, T)

Every Thursday Castiel visits Sam’s house, they share a glass or two of good whiskey and a bit of conversation like they’ve done for years. Everything changes the day he smells a new and intriguing scent as soon as he steps inside his friend’s house.

It’s the scent of an omega. Not just any omega, but his true mate.

A story told using the lyrics of the song Fucking Perfect by P!nk as prompts for each chapter.

You Can Keep Your Hat On by Redamber79 with art from PetraAmia (5444 words, E)

When a staff party with Cas' coworkers and boss gets too uncomfortable with unwanted advances on both of them, Dean and Cas ditch the party to go back to their place and celebrate on their own, starting with Dean performing a strip tease for Cas, and ending up in their bedroom.

Steve? Really...Steve? by Hectatess with art from Acaademicqueer (7625 words, M)

When Castiel wanders the empty streets out for revenge, he gets kidnapped. By the Law, no less. Had he been breaking the law so badly? And will he get that revenge?

When FBI-agents Sam and Dean are on an undercover job, they see the spitting image of one of the murdered victims in the case, walking, talking and… committing misdemeanours? Who is this guy, claiming to be Steve Milton? And can he really help them crack this case wide open?

Nice Like by MBQ with art from sidewinder (13700 words, E)

Dean and Benny search for Castiel in Purgatory, but the trio is rife with tensions when they finally "catch up" with the wayward angel.

Inspired by Lord Huron's, Meet Me in the Woods.

Play It Pretty For the World by cactusdragon517 with art from PetraAmaia (10805 words, E)

It's an old story, in the end: Boy meets boy. Boy falls in love. Happily ever after. But how they get there is a different story altogether (after all, what can you expect from rockstars?)

Family Business is in need of a new guitarist and lucky for them, session musician Castiel Novak is available. Guitar in hand and a bag over his shoulder, Castiel arrives in LA with Family Business on the brink of making it big.

Internally, however, is a bit more complex. Dean Winchester, lead singer and older brother, has found himself navigating his brother's growing addiction and their band's impending success.

After tours and traveling the world, they go their separate ways.

Can Dean and Castiel find their way back to each other?

Love From the Other Side by LadyKnightSkye with art from Dmitrievans (9245 words, T)

When Zachariah sends Dean forward into the world after the Apocalypse, instead of running into the National Guard, he runs into a person he thinks is his brother. In relief, he hugs “Sam.” This one choice of affection instead of aggression sets off a chain of events that ripples out from both sides of the Apocalypse.

Only Physical by nickelkeep with art from PetraAmia (4470 words, E)

Cas and Dean have been best friends for as long as Cas can remember. He's always wanted more, and when he and Dean slip into the friends-with-benefits category, he knew he could be satisfied with that. Until he wasn't.

Art for the bang by Rapscallion

I Had Some Time (With You) by songliili with art from Keikakudom (23970 words, E)

It’s 2005 when things go to hell.

Well. They go to hell for everyone except Dean, ‘cause he was ready for it.

Well. He was ready for the apocalypse, not for the gorgeous man who fell into his life, quite literally.

OR

A Destiel rewrite of Bill and Frank’s love story as shown on HBO’s The Last of Us episode 3: Long Long Time that uses elements of both universes.

Unraveling Unrolled by bleuzombie with art from golby-moon (3134 words, M)

A parent’s love should be unconditional. Coming out as trans has really put John’s love to the test.

[neighborlywelcome]

★ — Aaa! Hello! Unfortunately, it pains me when I accidentally press double back which leaves all my writing for matchups... That I was about to submit because I was finished... Oh well, time to redo :') help... (I'm not sure if is sent or Tumblr automatically steals it and eats it LMAO)

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— My pronoun is she/her!! I am aro/ace as in fact I'm okay to be a part of a relationship... I prefer matching with a male! ★

— I'm a big fandom of TDAC so I'm here for that!

— I prefer not to be paired with Jax, unfortunately...

— my personality can happen to a stranger that I'm not a friend with. I can be more awkward in socialization, quiet, very chill, and clueless. I'm not good at understanding the jokes or what they mean. And my personality can be sudden the change that I'm friends with. I can be more laid back! I feel excited when I see my favorite person like I would run up to my favorite person and give them the biggest hug ever! I somewhat may be a little chaotic, and just a little gremlin doing weird things. I get playful, still get clueless, and depends on how dumb I am because I forgot what the left and the right side is... LMAO

— my hobbies are like... cozy? I'm not sure! I am an artist, I always love to draw and scrapbooking stuff to put in my sketchbook. I also love to listen to music. It helps me to relax and bring imagination to my mind. I also LOVE baking cakes! It's just so fun to make! (also I would love to make angel food cake for Caine ♥)

— what am I looking for a partner who is more... respectful, fun, playful, acceptable, helpful, and good at communication and understanding without judging? Yes, please! And I also like the partner who makes me laugh because my humor is 100% broken.

— my love language... I'm pretty sure I'm so much pleasing to physical contact! I love hugs! Hugging is my favorite! I like to hug my favorite person and favorite person squeezes me till my bone pops for good! I like hand-holding, cuddling makes me feel secure! (besides I am also comfortable with a PDA!) and lastly for giving the gift to! It just shows how much I appreciate and trust! :)

— for my zodiac sign is Leo ♌ !

— my aesthetic/style is like... Tomboy? I wasn't very fond of super girly aesthetic/style stuff because it's not my thing. I like wearing all the cool casual clothes! Men's clothing is the best... Oh my!

— my appearance can be shown that I have short brown wavy/curly(?) hair which is close to a pixie-cut hairstyle! I have hazel eyes, freckles, and black glasses. My height is around 5'0-ish! I'm very lightweight, so that means I'm easy to pick up LOL!

— FUN FACTS:

— I am a 100% fully deaf person. I do have both C.I (cochlear implants) that help me to hear anything and people talking! But a bit of a problem is that I do struggle to hear/listen. And I do prefer to have a close caption to easily understand what are they saying. I also do (ASL) American Sign Language to communicate, but mostly I talk without signing language.

— I struggle to pronounce the words it depends on whether the words look hard or too long. I usually do spelling the words out of my mouth. And the funny thing, is I struggle to pronounce scissors... 😭

— playing tic-tac-toe and go fishing card games are my favorite to play games!

— I suddenly will steal the clothes to wear... Whoops

— Oreo cookies are my most favorite to eat!

— I... Love... DINOSAURS!! AAAAA

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That's all! Hope that helps you from me putting a bit of detail for TADC matchups! Remember this, take your time! No rush is needed! <3!!

Hi, thank you for your request! I’m sorry, it seems like tumblr did eat your first ask but no worries!

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

CAINE!!!

Hmm… funny, playful, and respectful? Caine is all of things and more! I think you and Caine would be a good match, seeing as he is a funny little AI who is eager to help with any and all your needs.

Okay, upon first meeting Caine, most of your relationship is him trying to get you out of your shell since you're socially anxious. This phase is pretty awkward since it's mostly him cracking jokes/doing bits you don't understand or laugh at. He's plenty outgoing (almost too much so) and probably manages to get you to open up more with him pretty fast!

Once you're more relaxed around him, Caine embraces your chaotic nature! As long as you're enthusiastic about participating in his adventures and games, he will match your playful energy. Also, he doesn't mind you getting confused, he will happily guide you through whatever it is you're clueless about. It is his role as ringmaster, after all!

Caine isn't used to idle hobbies like drawing or baking. (He much more prefers excitement!) But he will try for you when you’re in a relationship. He'll watch you draw or draw with you and even commentate, if you'd like! And if you bake him a cake? He'd be over the moon--literally!

Physical affection is also important to Caine, especially hugs! He'll give you a hug to greet you, to say goodbye, just because, etc etc. And Caine just likes PDA in general, he's always gotta be touching the people he loves, so you better believe he likes hand-holding and cuddles too! (He isn't... the best at them since he's an AI and all but he is enthusiastic, which more than makes up for it!) Also likes carrying you around so you have him to hold onto when he transports you from place to place...

He's more than accepting and willing to accommodate to your needs as a deaf person. If you ever need help or repeating, things like that, he will happily do so. He has his fun digital powers to make it so whatever he says to you is accompanied by closed captioning. And he knows ASL if you ever want to use that, since, as an AI, he has knowledge on all languages!

[chayacat]

Road96: Shandara’s Land (2)

Fandom: Road96

Rated M for Language and Violence.  

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A terrible silence descended on the square. On the entire Mont National even. people looked in horror at Tyrak standing in front of Flores, a big smile on his face, arrogant as ever. At his side, Merlina Yung, also smiling, standing straight. Flores remained impassive; she mustn't show the slightest weakness. But deep down she was worried, very worried about what Tyrak was going to do.  

“Tyrak... How... How did you manage to get out? Security had been tightened!” said Flores calmly.  

“Well. You will have to review your security service. It deserves some upgrades.” responds Tyrak, ironically.  

“You’re not welcome here.”

“Oh Lupe. I believed that today was a day when everyone could be reunited, criminal or not. In the meantime, thank you for keeping my place warm. If you don't mind, I'll take it back.”  

“Certainly not! Security!"  

“If I were you, Miss Flores, I would think twice before acting.” Said Merlina with a smile before snapping her fingers.

Suddenly, some kind of soldiers surrounded the area, weapons in hand. By reflex, Stan and Mitch put Sonya between them, to protect her. Adam covered her back. John hugged Fanny, who hugged Alex. Jarod put a hand on the grip of his weapon, ready to draw. Anna stared at Merlina, a drop of sweat beading on her forehead. Two soldiers arrived behind Flores and without warning, made her fall to her knees pointing their weapons at her.

“I hope you enjoyed your little moment of glory. Because now you will know behind the scenes. Mr Tyrak...the stage is yours.” said Merlina.

“Thank you.” said Tyrak before looking at the public. “Dear Petrians, you disappoint me. I thought we would be a country united against Flores' democratic propaganda, but obviously you are weaker than I would have imagined. But that will change. I will take my place again and thanks to me, Petria will become a great Nation again! But first, our country will have to get rid of its enemies. Of its traitors.”  

He looked at Merlina who, with a big smile, pulled out a remote control and pressed a button. three small flying robots arrived, two carried a kind of projection screen and placed themselves between Tyrak and Merlina. The third stood in front and turned on like a spotlight.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are the traitors of the Nation!” said Merlina theatrically.  

The screen then displayed, thanks to two other robots, the faces of the "criminals". the two little robots showed Sonya and Adam, as well as Fanny and John. Stan took his brother's crowbar and hit the robot while Mitch hugged his sister tighter, scanning the surroundings to make sure no one was approaching.

“Daggnabit...My sister is NOT a criminal!” say Stan toward the platform.

“Oh, she is. By filming the revolt on election day, she was guilty of high treason against her president. And you will join her, since you protect her. The same goes for you, Campbell. By not arresting this criminal, by putting yourself in a relationship WITH this criminal and his kid, you are therefore an accomplice of the Black Brigade. As the new President, I, Tyrak, decide that Sonya Sanchez and her two idiots, as well as Agent Campbell and his family, are sentenced... to death. And to all those who will not submit to my authority, it is the pit that awaits you!"  

With a nod from Merlina, the soldiers prepared to shoot. That's when she saw Anna in the crowd. A big smile appeared on her lips.  

“Well, well, Wheatherlaw... It's a small world. Catch the fugitives. Dead or Alive. And take the opportunity to catch Wheatherlaw, alive. That's an order. As for civilians, you heard Tyrak.”  said Merlina in a talkie-walkie connected to the small Headsets that the soldiers possessed.

“Yes Madam!” Scream all the soldiers before rushing towards the crowd, causing general panic among them.  

People started running to leave. But some were captured and handcuffed by Merlina's soldiers, others were injured by the bullets that were firing. Stan's group was running at full speed so they could hide Sonya as quickly as possible. Stan used his shotgun to shoot those who got too close, Mitch hit them with his crowbar.  

“Come on, come on! We have to get out of here quickly!”  said Stan, shouting at the soldiers, before avoiding a bullet. “Daggnabit!”  

“Stan! We're not going to be able to beat them all!” shouts Mitch.  

“Come on Sonya, we have to take you as far as possible.” said Adam taking her by the arm.  

On the side of John's group, he and Fanny knocked out the soldiers and helped as many people as possible to escape. they had to reach Mr. Grizzly, John's truck. Alex run as best he could.  

“Stay close to us Alex! John, I don’t see Mr Grizzly!” said Fanny.  

“... Over here! Look!” shout John, pointing at the truck. “Come on! We have to go!”  

“Wait! We can’t let Sonya Sanchez and all here...” said Alex, looking at his parents.  

John and Fanny looked at each other for a moment, and with a nod of their heads, they nodded.  

“First we reach the truck, then we go looking for them and then we get out of here.” said John.  

On Anna's side, things were more complex. She was all alone, no one could protect her. So, she hid under the counters of the stands, without making any noise and tried to think of a solution. But while she was lost in thought, a hand suddenly comes to rest on her mouth, muffling her screams so as not to alert people. She trembled and tried to free herself with all her might, but the person holding her had a stronger grip. The latter made her turn slowly and although she was relieved to see that it was not Yung’s soldier who had found her, the person in front of her didn’t seem at first the most sympathetic. The man pulled on his cigarette while holding his gun firmly.  

“Shhhhh. Don’t make any sound. Or else...those guys will catch you.” said the man before taking his hand out of Anna's mouth slowly. “They are after you it seems. Do you know them?”  

“In a way, yes. It's a bit complicated to explain. Please, they must not find me.” responds Anna.  

“Don't worry. I didn't intend to let them catch you. We have to leave this place. Stay close to me. Got it?”

“Got it. Thanks...I'm Anna.”

“...You can call me Jarod.” replied Jarod before getting up and shouting at a soldier who was close to them. “Come on. Follow me.”

“Quite extreme...let’s go.”

The soldiers put the prisoners in their vehicles, some large transport trucks. Among the prisoners, Flores and his prime minister, as well as the police forces present at the scene and some journalists.  

“You’re gonna pay for it.” said Flores to Merlina.  

“That’s what everyone said when they saw me. Enjoy your vacation in prison.” responds Merlina before closing the gate of the truck. “All we have left are your little fugitives.”

“They should already be in these trucks to go to the iron pit. Your men are slow.” Said Tyrak.

“Patience is the key, Tyrak. Patience is the key.”  

The situation was escalating for Stan's group. Yung's soldiers surrounded Sonya's limousine, their only way to escape. If only the two brothers had come with their motorcycle...They were hidden a little further away and were trying to think of a plan.  

“What do we do now? They’re everywhere!” said Sonya.  

“I don’t know. But we can forget the limo. We have to find another way out." Said Stan.

“Maybe we can try to hide in a truck...” said Adam.  

“Bad idea. They’ll surely search in every truck, car and others to find us.” responds Mitch.

Suddenly they felt that something was behind them, when they turned around, soldiers were pointing their weapons at them. As the click was heard, the sound of a truck was heard. Without warning, a truck drove into the soldiers, forcing them to run away. The side door opened, and Fanny beckoned to them.  

“Get in! Now!” she said.

“Thanks. You saved us.” said Mitch, helping Sonya to get in the truck.  

“You’re welcome.”

“Hey!!!!” said suddenly a woman voice.  

“...Anna?!” said Stan happy to see her. But his happiness disappeared when he sees Jarod behind her. He pointed his shotgun at them "Anna! Move! Stay away from this guy!”

“What?”

“I said MOVE.”

“Stan...” said Sonya.  

“I knew you was there...i will not let you kill Sonya. You don’t come with us.” replied Stan, ready to shoot at Jarod.

“What?? Stan no! He won’t do anything! He’s with me! He...he saved me. Please...” Said Anna.

“No way I let him in.”

“Stan...We don’t have time for this, we’re all in danger.” said Mitch.  

“...Fine! He can come. But stay away from Sonya. Or else...” replied Stan without lowering his weapon.  

“Fine by me.” responds simply Jarod.  

But as everyone boarded the truck, soldiers arrived.  Adam, who was not yet on board, turned to Sonya, seeming to think, stepped back and began to close the doors.

“Adam!!!” said Sonya trying to reach him but was held by Mitch.

“Go. Take Sonya to safety. I will retain them.” Said Adam turning his back to them.  

“ADAM NO!”  

“Go! Don’t worry for me! They won't kill me. They will put me in jail. The most important is that you are fine. Love you, Sonya.” replied Adam before closing the door.  

Adam motioned for John to leave, and despite Sonya's screams, he complied and walked away. Adam faced the soldiers and surrendered. He understood that fighting would kill him, but he didn't care, at least Sonya was alive. He was arrested and taken away in front of Sonya who could see everything from the truck, which continued to move away. She was screaming, but her brother was holding her back. the truck left the scene, escaping Merlina Yung and Tyrak. Now the goal for them was to take shelter.

But in a country that is now once again under dictatorship, where could they hide?

***  

(In less than a month, the prequel comes out. I can't wait so much to discover this day! in the meantime I play Hogwarts Legacy and One Piece Odyssey just to pass the time!  I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)  

[fasa-umich]

Sophia Samson, FASA'S 2022 - 2023 Treasurer

I’m just going to do this by scrolling through my camera roll like a Sunday morning debrief because I simply can’t remember anything that has happened before breakfast. There is no theme to this, just tiny little thoughts and mems.

This is a pic of me as a child which I’m using purely as an attention grabber and because I didn’t want Mikey to be the first picture here. It is completely irrelevant.

The first FASA thing I attended was the Fall Mass Meeting and I went there knowing no one after being too intimidated to walk up to the Festifall table. Now I realize that was dumb dumb but that flag was wavin and I was waverin. I am now ever so thankful that I woke up from that glorious dorm room nap to walk over to Rackham that day. I remember it being such a warm welcoming little world AND I was introduced to Hola Seoul for the first time after that (thanks Caitlin). Life changing to day to say the least. 

Mikey gets a feature because this is the first FASA pic in my phone which is kinda a big deal due to how much storage space this organization takes up. Mini shoutout to him while we’re here because he was my FASA buddy and Ross guide first semester, I probably wouldn’t be where I am today without him. Thank you FASA spirits for bringing him to me, you real for that.

That pic of him is from FAM/Lineage reveal in the fall, where I was sorted into the best FAM and most epic lineage…

Left: an assortment of d i r t y members

Right: Sidapa – did y’all plan on wearing purple? lol

I was sorted into a lineage first and they were so sweet and gave me little gifts. One of those boxes of ramen is in my cupboard at this very moment (waiting for a rainy day). I looked up to them and immediately they were like siblings. I remember Sam rambling about classes I should take and giving me life advice five minutes into meeting them, it’s still in my notes app. Side note Emily is also literally like my twin so we’re connected like that. Hi Emily I luv u. Also hi to the rest of our lineage you are my idols and some of the coolest people I know.

That was a sidebar this is probably so confusing oops… okay I don’t know if I made this up but I strongly believe there was a little get together with dirty and excellence after that which left me craving some more FASA. I have such a terrible memory for a girl of only 20 years of age, but I definitely remember the feeling of wanting to hang out with these people way more than I was. That led me to apply to be an intern, which ended up changing the direction of the next year for me. Who knows where I’d be if I hadn’t decided to submit that application. Probably not on board this year and not as active as I am now, perhaps the Rossholes would have taken over. A scary thought. Hopefully I’m allowed to say Rosshole, Emily add asterisks here if necessary teehee.

**pretend there’s a pic of Teen Beach Movie night here, swear I had some but all I’ve got is Emily hugging a paper towel roll**

Wow, we look so young and naive. I don’t even know how to describe Teen Beach Movie night, but something hit me where I was like I can see myself getting to be really good friends with these people. Especially on that silent walk back to the CCTC. There was also a scary thought of us feeling like my dad and his college friends which gave me the heebie jeebies but is also kind of heartwarming. Now looking back, I have gotten to know those people and I am in fact really good friends with them so call me Raven Symone I think I’m psychic. 

Elections were after that. Look at us, all elected and whatnot. 

I’ll take this part of my little walk down memory lane to thank my Treasurer predecessors. Sam and Shane were such a big help when I joined the board and throughout this year, so major thank you to the two of you for being the best ever. The Treasurer position would have spontaneously combusted without Shane helping me throughout this year, so special thanks to King Shane. jkjk I’m very responsible 👀 Anyway, according to my camera roll battle was after that…

Us battling.

Now that I’m looking at these pics I remember Battle last year being where I got especially close to the homies. Megan, Therese, and I were in the trenches as we were ill and Kyle was getting through a bout of pink eye. Though our immune systems were weak, our friendships got strong. This year I’ve gotten especially close to those people and I’m very thankful we ended up in that hotel together. Love y’all homies xoxo

Fast forward to this year. 

We look like we’d be talking to you and as soon as you turn around we’re talking about you LOL

This pic is from Boyne and so much has happened since then. I’m gonna fast-track my sentiments about the year in a leetle paragraph. I’ve spent hours and hours with FASA and I’ve loved every minute of it. Getting to hang out with all you FASA people gives me something to look forward to on the daily. I’ve grown a lot through this organization and for that I am thankful, and I look forward to continuing to grow over the next two years before I peace out and become famous. Seriously though this is such an amazing organization and I’m so glad I woke up from my dorm room nap to go to mass meeting last year.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this silly little walk through my camera roll and poor story telling. Here are a few more specific shoutouts:

@board, read this part like the scene in Bridesmaids where they do the toasts:

My dear FASA executive board, oh have I loved working with you. You’re the best team I’ve ever had, even better than my 7th grade basketball team. Really though we’ve created so many amazing events and programs for this organization and I’m so proud of everyone for the work we’ve done over the past year. I’m glad that you are the people that the FASA spirits brought together to create memories for the 134 members of this organization (it really is 134 I know because I am Treasurer). You’re the greatest ever, no joke, and I wish you the best in the rest of this journey we call life. Peace and love.

Bonus: BO4RDTOWN 4 LIFE

@FASA Official Paid Members, read this in a Southern accent:

You are the kindest, sweetest souls on this campus. I could not picture myself spending my time here at the University of Michigan with any other group of people. Never have I ever fit in a group better than I’ve fit in with FASA. You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry (also from laughter), and I simply cannot wait to see what you make me do for the next two years. 

** a small note specifically for Angelica Noelle Fandiño: 

Lastly to my two nickels, SPARE CHANGE? 🪙❤️

[thorfemmes]

heyyyy so i was wondering if you could write a one shot about harry styles, where he has been pinning over the reader since they met (childhood bsf) and one day he sees her in a super revealing bathing suit and he just loses his composure (smut of any kind) ?

if not it’s ok

thank youuuuu

- stapley0urmouthshut

a/n: hi! thank you for the request! this ended up being a lot longer and a lot softer than I had intended so I hope you enjoy!<333

any feedback is welcome, and as always my ask box is open! please see my writing guide before submitting anything

Juice Stains

in which shared sweaters and juice stains bring you together.

Rated 18+ only!!!: fem!reader, light smut, very little physical description of the reader, that's it I think

Word Count: 1.3k

It was on the first day of second grade that you met Harry. His face was a bit sunkissed, freckles dancing across his nose from summer vacation. You immediately took notice of his eyes, he was a polite young boy who had been taught to look at who he was speaking to, and so he held a lot of eye contact. It almost made you nervous to see the young boy staring at you. The second thing you noticed was the small juice stain on the uniform shirt he was wearing. You quietly pointed it out and he quietly panicked in return. You giggled at his antics and took the sweater tied around your waist and handed it to him so he wouldn’t have to be seen with a juice stain on his shirt.

That was ages ago. The seasons changed quickly. Juice stains faded, but your friendship never did. Soon his juice stains turned to lipstick stains leftover from one night lovers while yours turned to ring shaped coffee stains on your assignments. Despite the different worlds the two of you occupied, you still held on to each other, desperate for the nostalgic feel of a lifelong best friend. Harry held on a bit stronger, ardently chopping out time from his busy schedule to remain in contact with you.

He had fallen in love with you during your senior year of school. Ever the messy eater, he had once again spilled something on his shirt right before a big date. Well, a big date to her (her name was Suzy, maybe? Harry honestly couldn’t remember if you asked him today). Up until that point all of the girls he had pursued (and who had pursued him) felt wrong. Girls always became weirdly suspicious of the relationship the two of you shared, and Harry was always able to brush them off like they were nothing. No crush had left a meaningful impact on him. No one had filled his heart with warmth, filled his tummy with fluttering butterflies the way you had. So that afternoon, when he spilled some ketchup from the fries you two were eating in your car and you lovingly reached into the backseat to grab an extra sweatshirt you kept for emergencies, he fell for you. Hard. Who else would have kept an extra sweater in their car for him? Certainly not Suzy. Even back then he knew that he loved you, and even still he kept it to himself, unable to risk losing you.

Fast forward to now, an adult Harry and an adult you. Harry still head over heels with you not far behind. It seemed neither of you wanted to risk losing what you had. It took years to build up this secretly shared love with one another, and one afternoon for it to finally come to a head.

Harry had invited you over for a swim. You of course said yes, not only wanting to visit your dear friend, but to take advantage of his luxurious pool. When you arrived you greeted each other with quick pecks on the cheeks and a soft hug before heading to the backyard to start setting yourselves up. As the two of you chatted, you both stripped your shirts and laid out to soak up the sun. Harry was glad that you had closed your eyes to sunbathe as he could not help but trail his eyes lazily over your body. The tightest yellow bathing suit clung to your skin. The high cut of the suit accentuated your legs, glossy from the sunscreen you had applied before arriving. He was awestruck and practically drooling at the sight of you.

Feeling his eyes on you, you peeked open one eye to look at him. "H? Is everything alright?"

He just looked at you. A softness in his gaze that you had never seen before. And something darker. A subtle flicker of lust plagued his vision of you. He quickly snapped out of it and replied with a quiet "'M okay, lovie".

A comfortable silence rippled around you, leaving only the soft breeze and your shared breaths to be heard. Despite his silence Harry felt restless. He stared up at the cloud speckled sky as he internally debated with himself. He longed to feel you, touch you, love you as his. But what if that ruined everything? What if you didn't feel the same way? What if you get creeped out by the way he was looking at you? What if, what if, what if?

Eventually the two of you migrated inside to get some water and an escape from the heat. And thankfully, you were first to break the silence.

"Harry, what's going on? I can practically hear you thinking over there".

Harry paused. With a deep breath he sighed out "Y'know I love you, right?"

"Of course Harry. I love you too," You replied softly, almost afraid to speak too loudly for fear that you might scare him off. You took a sip of water to ease some of the tension growing in your stomach.

"I jus', I feel very strongly for you".

"Oh?"

"I really, really care for you, and I don't want what I'm about to say ruin anything we have".

You laughed nervously.

"Baby, I love you. Like, really love you. I have for a while now. And y'don't have to say anything right now, but I just needed you t'know". Harry quickly brought his glass up to his lips to wash away what he just spilled out to you.

You both stood there in silence again, Harry looking down at his hands and you looking at him. After a moment, you finally spoke.

"You know I've always loved you too, right? Ever since I handed you that sweater way back when we were young. I love you too, H".

"Really?" He smiled.

"Really," You giggled.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please".

Harry circled around to your side of the counter and cupped your jaw, softly laying his lips on yours. The first kiss was soft, full of love and childish innocence. The second was a bit rougher, more passionate. The thick tension that had built up over a lifetime being pushed through to one another through the kiss.

The two of you moaned into the kisses, slowly but surely making your way upstairs and into Harry's room. As you fell into bed he took a moment to look at you. He traced his fingers over where your swimsuit met the skin of your hips, making you shiver.

"'S this okay, lovie?"

You nodded and leaned up to help him pull down your swimsuit. His jaw dropped in awe.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, baby". He leaned down and kissed your lips with fervor, trailing them down your neck and to your breasts. He gently took a nipple into his mouth and sucked softly, pulling sweet sweet moans from you.

He looked up at you with messy curls from where you'd been pulling at them in between kisses. He continued his way on the other breast before moving down to your pussy. He finally peeled away the rest of your swimsuit and looked to you for permission.

You gently thrust your hips up. "Please, H".

He dove in with care, licking and sucking tenderly, throwing his love into making you come. When you came down he retraced his path of kisses up to your lips, licking into your mouth to let you taste yourself. You gingerly reached down to palm him through his suit before he stopped you.

"Leave it baby, right now I just want to hold you and love on you s'more".

And so he did, marking you as his and shaking his head at his forgotten fears of losing what the two of you had.

[camileeon]

Hello!!! So first off I wanted to say CONGRATULATIONS FOR 200 :DD YOU GREW SO QUICKLY AND ITS WELL DESERVED [make sure not to burn yourself out tho !!]

Secondly I wanted to submit something for the dialogue prompt! A.17 "you make me want to be a better person" With camilo x gender neutral Reader. For specific details the reader has have a negative view on the world cause of their own bad experiences and cause of that it affected them socially like being cold to people, being passively aggressive, not really giving people a chance, not being open minded, Until they met camilo who help changed their view

SORRY IF THIS ISN'T SPECIFIC ENOUGH OR TOO SPECIFIC THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER SENT A ASKHGHDHWVDJW

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT <3

UNDER THAT SAME STARRY NIGHT.

🍵- “ all i need is you.”

🦋- GN!Reader x Camilo Madrigal

🍊- this took awhile but it was very much worth it! Sorry for the delay on this, wrote this in one sitting :D hope you like this one! @ghosts-garden <33 -ceres !

• note: may be of mentions of triggering scenarios and emotions but it's all pure fluff <33

[•••]

Grey clouds loomed over their lives as soon as it happend, an uncomfortable blanket hugging them tightly as if it drained every single source of light in them. Their eyes hardly showed a shine in them as all you could've seen was just a blur of darkness but could hear the cries of wanting to get out of out such a lonely depressing abode..

Their life wasn't the best and it would've affected anyone if others were in their shoes, y/n's parents parted ways at the age of 12 and at that exact moment it seemed like the world turned against them. Always seeming to screw up and being unable to do things that they used to do well, progressively finding themselves sinking deeper into that negative void that grew to hurt in their chest. Starting to lose control of how they reigned their emotions, snapping at the lightest flick and made quite the fit once something doesn't go their way. They were angry, confused, hurt, sad? Y/n couldn't even bother to relocate themselves and made the effort to and just grew to endure that way, thorns of guilt and different emotions poked deeper into their chest as they matured in age. Feeling so enclosed and so lonely inside that invisible capsule they stayed in and pushed everyone away, their words being fairly blunt with it's huge fair of sarcasm on the side was their usual response but not until that specific day when they met him.. the one who had the potential to "change" them.

Y/n ran their usual daily errands, avoiding as much people as possible so they wouldn't have to speak to anyone. But it seemed lady luck wasn't on their side that afternoon.. or was it?

The shapeshifter noticed the blunt faced mariposa struggling to carry a few big boxes, swooping in almost immediately to help them out and to maybe even attempt into making them smile. As encanto clamors, word spread fast like wildfire, fortunately his ear caught one of the many "rumors" towards y/n's family. The parting parents and how they matured and growing into it made him a little sad to think of, hardly having anyone in their life for the most part and had lost the glow of happiness in them. But it didn't stop him from trying to help them out, to return all they've lost during those torturous years.

He gave them a hand with the boxes and put them to the side and gave them a glance

“you seemed to have a hard time with that.”

He nervously said looking down to the pavement under him, feeling their eyes on them while his ears slowly flushed red. He felt a little intimidated, glancing up at them for a second. As for the first impression, they were pretty.. like really.. pretty.

“ah.. thank you i guess, but i was fine.” they bluntly responded, he didn't expect anything other grand than that but continued to follow them around.

“you're y/n right? I've seen you around, i didn't have the chance to speak with you yet have i?”

“you do seem to be so busy after all, you and your familly and stuff.. do you need anything from me? Why follow?” they genuinely questioned, confused on why he'd even bother

“ Like i said, i haven't spoken to you yet. Who knows you might actually be fun to be around with.”

“me? Fun? I think you've gotten the wrong person. You don't want me to make you leave so maybe go when you can.”

“Ahh pity, i've ran into you already. Nothing can stop me from doing it again and again and again.” he sighed dramatically walking backwards as he neared them, the smug irking expression on his face he proudly wore. They could tell how the boy was such the talk of the town, walking away from them backwards before tripping? on a handsized pebble. Letting out a groan of pain as they couldn't help but chuckle lightly, trying to keep their smile hidden by looking away but fortuantly for the shapeshifter he saw it just in time.

“i made you smile.. I made you smile HAHA!” He exclaimed triumphantly, pointing at them as they just responded with a playful eyeroll.

Something told the boy in yellow that he's got a chance at this.

Ever since that day, the two had their fun day by day. Camilo noticed how much expressive they've been acting, sure there were still sarcastic remarks from here to there but they have just changed so much just by his presence. They smiled so much more, the tightened wounds starting to heal as the thorns that grew pricks vanished as time began to pass when they were with him, their heart felt so light and everything just felt so right. Every wound healed into a scar, nothing clogged their blurred vision on things and they could be themselves and control how they felt again like before, and it was all thanks to this one person.

One day like any normal one for the madrigals, Camilo ran his errands and did most of his chores like he needed to. Deciding to get the mail for the day since nobody had gotten it yet, looking through the letters and which relative it was addressed to..

One was addressed to him from y/n..?

Reading the bare yet simple minimal letter there states,

___________________________________________

Meet me on top of the red gated residence near the town's square at midnight, I'll be waiting.

Y/n. (< 3)

___________________________________________

There he noticed was an barely erased heart at the end of the ivory paper, he couldn't help but feel his heart race and smile ever so happily at the letter he held in his hand. Definitely keeping it in a safe drawer where no one else could've accessed it except him, that same night went by like a snap. He ate dinner quickly as possible, making sure he wasn't acting suspicious for his family to notice and tried his best to act "normal". He was ever so restless, constantly moving and tapping his foot on the ground as he pondered deeply, checking the clock almost every hour as he waited for midnight to strike so he could sneak out the best he could.

When the time was right he carefully slipped his sandals on and wore his usual ruana when going out, making sure he made no noise as he crept through the long hallways of casita. Careful not a thing would've creaked or make a noise that'd cause him to bolt out like there was no tomorrow, fortunately he safely slipped out the house and ran to where the designated location indicated. He jogged towards the town's square and looked for the unoccupied town house with the red big gates and climbed on top of a tree to get on it's roof to see them already there waiting, quietly sitting beside them while they watched the peaceful night sky for a few minutes before they started to speak, facing him in the process.

“Look.. i need to be really honest with you.. first, i wanna apologize for being really unlike myself the first time we met.. but i'll get straight to the point. You've made me see things i haven't seen within myself in years.. you've plucked out the thorns that dug deeper into my heart for the past few weeks we've hung out together and i'm so grateful but the point is..” they stop for a moment as their emotions finally got the best of them, the sigh of relief escaping their lips as tears fell from those blunt eyes he loved ever so deeply. He came closer to hold them in their arms, cupping their cheeks while y/n had placed their hand on his as the distance between them closed ever so slowly..

“you make me want to be a better person..” they added as he watched a gentle smile on his face appear once those words came out of their mouth, resting on eachother's grasp for support.

“ you already are one and I see it ever so clearly, i am so proud of you for making it this far.. it must've been so hard mi amor.” he says, realizing he blurted out the nickname he hadn't yet to use on them but it didn't seem to bother them. A few more tears fell before a smile curved on their lips

“say that again, i loved it.”

“i'd be more than happy to repeat it until either of us gets tired of it, which never going to happen by the way.” he says glancing down at their lips, waiting for a signal of permission but instead was pulled in by his collar by them to close the distance that was left with a kiss.

Both eyes fell to find it's way to shine once more, as if it were lost stars that found its way back to eachother again in the lonely but comforting pitch black sky.

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@i-more-need-books

@aphrodicts-imagination

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[introvertedsurvivalist]

I know I already submitted one but maybe 'worst things done by the teens whilst drunk?' If you are busy that is totally understandable and pls take care of yourself ❤

thank you so much! :D altho i do have school and APs and SATs to juggle, a bit of wack headcanons would never hurt anybody (even me)! here we go:

theatre teens headcanons (drunk edition)

- buster is the one who has to be the one looking for these five when they're all drunk together and they can't handle each other.

buster: *finds all five of them sitting in the wet grass eating pizza* what are you guys doing here, it's 3 a.m., i've been looking for you kids for hours!

nooshy: shHHhHhHHh—

johnny: *in a hushed voice* be quiet!

buster: wait, why? are you hiding from someone?

ash: *completely serious* we're having a seance.

buster: ... with pizza?

meena: shHhH, it's our spirit food.

- (since they're all music progidies) of course they all go do karaoke together and they refuse to give their microphones to anyone else.

- but they do put on one hell of an impromptu show.

__________________________________________

johnny:

- johnny, when drunk, is one of the quiet-until-provoked types.

- he'll sit at the table for at least an hour without a word staring long and serious at something really random like a pen cap.

nooshy: hey, big guy—you alrigh'?

johnny: *has been sitting at the piano for over two hours* ... just peachy.

also johnny: *starts playing a flawless, intense version of rush e*

- meena went out into the kitchen to find johnny sitting on the kitchen floor trying to open up a can of tomato sauce with a screwdriver and hammer.

- there's not a single johnny-drunk night that the other four open the fridge and not find his converses sitting inside.

- "johnny, how many times have I told you, this is not a shoe rack—"

- johnny once decided it would be a good idea to chug an entire bottle of red gatorade after drinking.

- he threw up later on and everyone panicked and started crying and almost called the ambulance thinking he was puking blood or something—

- johnny wakes up in his bed one morning, having been drunk the previous night.

- he sees a glass of water on his bedside table with a post-it saying "for hungover me".

- he drinks it and realizes that it's not water but vodka.

- "drunk me is an idiot"

february 11th, 2022 - 2:53 p.m.

ash: lmaoo you were so drunk last night

johnny: no i wasn't??

ash: you ran up to this big hippo guy with a beard and hugged him and cried out "hagrid!! ur real!!"

johnny: oh no what did he do

ash: he hugged you back :)

johnny: ohhh so that's why my jacket smells like smoke

- johnny would drunkenly drone on and on about how his relationship between him and his dad grew over the years.

- honestly it's pretty wholesome to hear, and especially porsha could sit beside him and listen to him talk about it for hours.

- “and then i opened up the box and found a bunch of records and vinyls and posters of every single singer or band i’ve ever loved—my dad had gotten all tha’ for me for the birthday gifts that he hadn’t been able to give me for the past seven years—”

- porsha: *sob* that’s so beautiful—

- more and more welsh. more of his cockney accent. i will not stop mentioning this. i can not stress this one enough.

- johnny is a drunken piano-playing prodigy, he plays better than when he's sober and six flats or sharps will not stop him.

- when he plays he becomes as dramatic as hecc, and sometimes he sings his soul out (drunkenly but of course he never misses a note or beat).

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ash:

- she would drink, like, ten beers or five glasses of scotch and she'd be only a lil' bit tipsy, nothing else.

- but just because she's just a lil' tipsy doesn't mean she can't make a fool out of herself.

- once she decided to have a "couple" drinks while the other four had left the condo to do some grocery shopping—they came back to see the couch on fire.

- ash was standing on the coffee table headbanging while playing a sick riff on her guitar while the others began to run around panicking.

- she has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep and gets a few cans of beer from the fridge (the crew had them stocked as soon as they were all finally of age to drink).

february 11th, 2022 - 3:38 a.m.

ash: hey johnny

johnny: yea?

ash: i gotta tell you somethin

johnny: ash it's past 3am.....

ash: this is really important

ash: take it seriously

johnny: okay

ash: i am the batman

johnny: goodnight

- the swear words just tumble out of her mouth like a goddamn waterfall.

- she wouldn't hesitate to call out a passerby or pedestrian for their "shitty sorry fuckin' excuse of an outfit".

- ash gives out more hugs than she gives out when she's sober.

- *sob* "ughhhh, i love you guys so much—"

- ash goes ahead and steals salt/pepper shakers from diners because she thinks they'd make good doorknobs.

- ash tried to set an alarm for the next day while she was drunk.

- it didn't go off for some reason, and then she checked and realized that she had just entered "9.45" into the phone calculator.

- ash tried to park johnny's truck (although he had desperately begged her not to) and parked it in the middle of a swimming pool.

ash: hey where r u

ash: no i'm in the living room where did u go??

ash: hold up i'll go find u

ash: okay i'm next to the inflatable flamingo

ash: bro that's where i am :/

ash: well i don't see u

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nooshy:

- takes her quite a while for her to get drunk.

- she hops up onto the table and starts breakdancing—cups and glasses fly everywhere.

- nooshy does the hardest dance moves she's ever managed while drunk, has trouble doing them sober.

nooshy: *finishes headspin* see, johnny? fuckin' sick— *pukes*

johnny: yea, sick is right.

- she would come back from the grocery store and reveal that she had bought every single microwave pizza from the freezer.

- "whaaat? it has tons of nutrition!"

- also gives out more hugs than she usually does.

- but nooshy also punches more than she usually does as well.

nooshy: i'm gonna punch you.

johnny: you wouldn't.

nooshy: *proceeds to sock johnny in the gut*

- nooshy becomes very frank yet blunt when she's had a little too much to drink.

- "i hate you for being so perfect in literally every way, it makes me feel bad about myself."

- ash: uhhh, okay—

- "but i also love you."

- ash: nice to know ig—

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porsha:

- very lightweight! do not give her anything more than one glass of beer, a warning here.

- gets very emotional over everything.

- drunk porsha would start crying while watching a comedy movie.

- vice versa, she'd start laughing while watching a sad movie/horror movie.

- it's not just a laugh, it's literally laughing hysterically with tears.

- she would also start crying if someone asked her if she needed anything or if any of her friends offered her a ride home.

- drunk porsha is the best at giving out the lung-squeezing hugs.

- she will cuddle anyone to death if she sees them looking sad.

- starts uploading the most random tweets and stories on her social media.

- "what if you cracked your knuckles and your fingers started to glow like glowsticks #glowsticks #fingers"

- "i hate it when i'm on a flight and i wake up on the plane and find a water bottle next to me, because i then think 'oh now i gotta be responsible for this water bottle' #hml"

- i take it back i love my life <3 see y'all in the north pole when i'm hungover"

- when she's sober she sees these tweets and stories, laughs at herself—and she just leaves them there.

- is capable of sleeping literally anywhere (it's usually underneath a table or a bed or a car).

porsha: *comes out to see the living room destroyed* what happened?!

meena: *calmly watches tv* we all played Scrabble together.

johnny: *calmly reads and drinks tea* you trashed the place when we wouldn't count "XQZ" as a word.

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meena:

- meena barely drinks and doesn't try to drink, but when she does she's just a complete opposite of what she usually is.

- she surprisingly can take a lot of alcohol before becoming fully drunk.

- decides to call alfonso and doesn't stop talking nonsense.

meena: and then i said to the guy, "no thank you!" AHHAHHAHAHA—

alfonso: heh, uh, listen, i gotta go take an order—

meena: *takes a sip from her vodka* —i really want myself to be loved by other people but i build emotional walls.

- she has literally no shame in being loud in public whatsoever.

- drunk meena would snort and laugh seeing someone fall or knock themselves over.

february 12th, 2022 - 6:29 p.m.

meena: hey ash

ash: whats up

meena: where did u go?

ash: im sitting right next to you :)

meena: then why are you texting me

ash: you texted me first u dum dum

- gets unnecessarily honest about everything.

- "i sometimes feel too insecure to do anything, i never know if i'm good enough and even though everyone tells me i'm good enough, i still feel safer just staying hidden without anyone letting me see my true self."

- "anyway, about that llama in the hat i saw—"

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Kiss - Sirius Black

A/N: aaaahh xD I have no idea how this happened but I am super excited for this story! hahaha I hope you guys like it just as much! and sorry I didn’t us an actual Sirius Black gif but... I mean, look at this! is this Sirius Black or is this Sirius Black? :D haha anyways... enjoy!

Request: - msmb submitted: Sirius Black Request :) Hey, could I get a Sirius Black x reader where its post-azkaban and maybe she's like tonks' age or something? and they're always flirting and then one night it leads to more (spicy 😉😉) but remus walks in and then they have to tell everyone?

Warnings: jealous!Sirius, mentions of drinking and sex xD also, I know they asked for spicy and I don’t really write smut (cause I suck at it) but I tried my best to make it a bit spicy xD nothing too graphic though

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Kiss

You don't have to be rich to be my girl You don't have to be cool to rule my world Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with I just want your extra time and your... kiss

"Would you drop it already?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, Tonks" you laughed at your best friend as the two of you entered the kitchen in Grimmauld Place.

"Would you lower your voice? He's in the other room" she whispered, widening her eyes.

"Why won't you just tell him already?"

"You know why! Firstly, he's Sirius' best friend" she widened her eyes.

"Come on, I doubt Sirius would mind if you two-"

"And he's a lot older than me-"

"So? He's cute" you insisted. "Do you... do you think is wrong for two people to be together if they have a big age gap? I mean, as long as you're both adults" you said, not only to comfort her about her crush but to see how she would feel about finding out a certain secret you'd been hiding for quite some time.

You and Tonks had been living in Grimmauld Place for almost three months now. As soon as you met the infamous Sirius Black, you knew you were in for a ride. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen in your entire life and that was after prison which, according to Remus, had done a few damages on him. You could only imagine what he looked like before. And then, you saw it on several photograph albums you and Tonks found of their years in Hogwarts. It was ridiculous just how handsome he was. You were completely smitten with the man, who didn't even try to hide his constant flirting with you. The flirting kept going back and forth until one night almost two months ago from now, it finally lead to more. You weren't sure how it started. One minute, the two of you were alone in the living room and after a few drinks, you were up in your room where your long waiting dream finally came true. Nobody knew, though. The two of you decided it was best to keep it a secret. At least for now.

"No, of course not" she said, and you let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding. "I think I'm just on edge today" she admitted.

"Is this because the Weasleys are arriving today and Mrs. Weasley has always tried to set you up with Bill and me with Charlie?"

"Yes, that might have something to do with it" she laughed nervously.

"Don't worry about it! Bill is dating Fleur-"

"Mrs. Weasley doesn't like her-"

"So? He adores her and that's all that matters and Charlie loves... dragons" you chuckled.

"Are you forgetting how insistent she always was?"

"Of course not! But we're all adults now. I don't think that she would-"

"Oh Merlin there they are!" the two of you didn't even have time to register what happened when Mrs. Weasley came running into the kitchen and embracing you two in the same hugs she always did.

"Mrs. Weasley" you both said, returning the hug politely.

"You girls are just as beautiful as ever!" she said, placing her hands in each of your cheeks.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley" you two smiled.

"Oh I cannot wait for Bill and Charlie to get here" she said, happily as both you and Tonks tried really hard not to roll your eyes. You greeted Ron and Ginny next and you frowned in confusion.

"Why are we missing two?" you asked before two tall figures apparated on each side of you, making you scream in surprise.

"Aw, you missed us!" Fred and George said, hugging you and each one of them kissing one of your cheeks. You giggled a bit, greeting your long-time partners in crime since you were kids.

"Freddie, Georgie" you said, returning the hug, and then they went to greet Tonks.

"What happened? We heard someone scream" Sirius said, coming into the kitchen with Remus next to him.

"Oh, sorry, that was me" you blushed a little at the worried look on Sirius' face. "Fred and George just startled me, is all" you insisted.

"They have been doing that since they are able to use magic outside of school no matter how many times I have asked them to stop" Molly said, glaring at her kids as they all walked out of the kitchen.

"Molly when are we expecting the rest of your family?" Remus asked, and you could tell he was not entirely happy for Bill and Charlie's arrival. Mrs. Weasley was about to reply when they heard loud thuds in the middle of the living room.

"That must be them" she said, excitedly, walking towards the living room with Sirius and Remus behind her.

"They're here" you smirked in a very 'The Poltergeist' way, making your best friend roll her eyes at you.

"Shut up! Do I need to remind you she also wants you for Charlie?"

"Oh, please there is nobody in this world that is less in love with me than Charlie Weasley" you laughed as you two walked over to the living room where you found the rest of the order and two tall, bright redheads instantly turned their heads your way.

"Girls!"

"Are you ready?" you muttered.

"Not at all-" before Tonks could finish, the two redheads ran over to you wrapping their arms around you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Charles!" you tried to say, laughing as you tried to unglue yourself from him and trying to ignore the glare that was being thrown your way.

"William!" Tonks did the same with Bill. The two gingers put the girls down and went to hug the other one before you all did what seemed like a very rehearsed 'secret' handshake between the four of you.

"Were they always like this?" Moody asked Snape, who rolled his eyes at his previous students.

"Yes" he said, before disappearing to the kitchen, followed by Kingsley and Moody.

"How have you been" Bill said, as he switched with Charlie and it was his turn to hug you now. "It's been ages since we've seen you two" he said, kissing your head.

"Your hair is so much longer now" you said, bringing your hand to Charlie's hair and taking off his hair tie, making the ginger hair fall all over the place as you brushed your hand through it.

"Yeah, I couldn't let Bill get all of mum's wrath with that ponytail and the fang dangling from his ear" he laughed, earning a glare from his big brother.

"Looks good" you said, still brushing your hand through his messy hair.

"Oh yeah, you always liked it longer, right love?" Charlie said, winking at you and making you laugh as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix it. Both of you completely oblivious to the pair of grey eyes basically throwing daggers at the younger redhead in the room.

"Is that-" you said, pulling his arm. "Did you get a new tattoo?" you asked excitedly, looking at the new ink in his right bicep.

"I did" he said, showing it proudly.

"How many is that now?" Tonks asked.

"Seven" he smirked. "You still only have the one?" he asked you, tickling the left side of your ribcage where he knew your tattoo was.

"Charlie!" you laughed, pushing his hands away. "Stop it! Your mum doesn't know!"

That did it for Sirius. He knew that tattoo. He'd seen that tattoo. He loved that tattoo. And he wasn't naive enough to think that he had been the only one to ever see it. But he wasn't expecting another man, scratch that, a younger, very handsome man, that was now living under his roof to know about it as well.

"Be careful, you're going burn Charlie's head if you keep staring at him like that" Remus muttered, mocking his best friend.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he whined.

"They're just friends, you know?" Remus assured him.

"How would you know?"

"She talks to me" he informed him. "She's my friend too, you know? Are you going to stare at me as if you want to murder me like Charlie?"

"No, my reason for killing you is completely different!" he blurted out and widened his eyes at his best friend's smirk. "I mean... shut up, Moony!"

"Oh, look at you four" Mrs. Weasley said, looking dreamily at the group of friends when she entered the living room with her youngest kids. "Just like old times" she said, happily.

"Mum, please don't start" Bill said, rolling his eyes.

"Start what?" she asked, pretending to be confused.

"Trying to pair us up again" Charlie pointed out, making Sirius' stomach drop just a little.

"Just like old times" you laughed.

"I am not doing such a thing" Mrs. Weasley tried to assure them.

"Sure, you're not" Bill laughed, throwing his arm around you.

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"Hi, handsome" you said in a small voice as you entered the kitchen in the middle of the night wearing nothing but his favorite shirt.

"Hello" Sirius said, looking at you before going back to making his tea. "What are you doing down here?"

"I woke up and... you were gone" you pouted, entering the kitchen and walking towards him. "I was cold" you admitted.

"I couldn't sleep" he mumbled as you got closer to him.

"Why didn't you wake me?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind, placing a soft, lazy kiss on his bare shoulder.

"I... didn't want to disturb you, bun" he said with a smile but you could tell something was off.

"Since when have you waking me up been a disturbance, love?" you asked as your hand started roaming around his chest. "I could have helped you sleep" you whispered before kissing his neck.

"Uh- love" he said, pulling away from you, regretting it when he saw the hurt look on your face. "S-someone might see-" he tried.

"Nobody is up" you said, frowning. "Is nearly two in the morning" you said.

"Yes, but we now have a house full of people" he said, taking his tea and sitting on the kitchen table.

"Is... everything alright?" you asked nervously, taking the seat next to him.

"Yes" he said blandly, taking a sip of his tea.

"Then how come you won't even look at me?" you asked, getting anxious. "You've been like this all day" you muttered, making him finally look up at you. He felt his heart clenching when he saw the worried look on your face. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No, bug, of course not" he said softly as he held your hand in his. "Is nothing that your pretty little head needs to worry about" he said, trying to smile.

"It is if it makes you worry" you insisted. You pulled away and started playing with your hands. Something you often did when you were anxious. Sirius had noticed. Deep down, you were worried to think that Sirius would only want a physical relationship with you and wouldn't take you seriously for a deeper relationship.

"Stop that, love" he said, grabbing your hands in his once more.

"W-why won't you talk to me?"

"Because" Sirius sighed. "It's... stupid" he muttered, looking away.

You stood up and sat on his lap, straddling him with your legs on each side of him as you hugged him, resting your arms on his shoulders and he placed his hands on your waist. "It's not stupid if it's making you feel this way" you said honestly.

"Why are you with me?" he blurted all of the sudden, surprising you a little. You frowned, pulling away from him when you saw the sincerity in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean" he said, as he pushed you off him and stood up, walking away from you. "You are a young, beautiful, smart, incredibly brave, funny, sexy woman who has her whole life ahead of her" he said, looking back at you and it made your cheeks burning a little. "Why on Earth would you be with an old, worn-out, convict like me-?"

"First of all, you're not a convict" you reminded him, stepping closer to him. "You were wrongly accused of-"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is your point, Sirius?"

"That you're wasting your life with an old man like me!" he snapped.

"Is that what you think?" you whispered as you felt your eyes welling up a little.

"You should be with someone who is full of life, just like you" he said, placing his hands around your face. "Someone like..."

"Like who?" you said, getting upset. Suddenly, you understood what this was all about.

"Like Weasley" he muttered, rolling his eyes and looking away from you.

"Oh Merlin!" you said, pulling away and trying to contain your laughter. "Sirius! Are you really saying that I should be off with Charlie Weasley-?"

"I don't know! He does seem kind of perfect for you-"

"Mrs. Weasley is the only one that thinks that" you told him. "Sirius, I don't want to be with Charlie-"

"Why not? He seems like the obvious choice for you!"

"I don't want Charlie Weasley! If I wanted to be with Charlie, I would have gotten together with him when we were in school! We're just friends! Are you..." you smirked. "Are you jealous?"

"What?" Sirius froze. "N-no, I'm not!"

"I think you are" you said, crossing your arms across your chest, smirk still in place.

"Have you seen how he smiles at you and how he hugs you and you two with your little secrets and I know he knows about your tattoo and- why are you smirking? This isn't funny!" he whined.

"Oh, I actually think it's pretty amusing that the famous, ladies' man, heart-breaker, Sirius Black is jealous of one of my closest friends-"

"Stop talking to Moony!" he complained, knowing he'd been telling you and Tonks all kinds of stories from when they were in school, where Sirius came off with quite a reputation. "And I am not jealous" he whined.

You got closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and smiled up at him. "Sirius" you said, softly. "First of all, there is nobody less in love with me than Charlie Weasley, trust me. Charlie and Bill are like my brothers" you insisted. "Second, I do not, nor have I ever had any romantic feelings for Charlie no matter how much Mrs. Weasley insisted" you continued. "He's not really my type" you said, roaming your hands on his chest and resting them on his shoulders.

"No?" he asked, still half self-conscious, half-cocky again when you shook your head no and looked up at him with your bright, hungry eyes while biting your bottom lip. "And what happens to be your type, little girl?" he whispered, with your faces only inches apart as he trapped you by the kitchen counter, his arms around you.

"I prefer men with darker hair" you started, brushing your hand through his locks. "And, you know, old, worn-out convicts-" you were interrupted when Sirius smashed his lips passionately against yours. You let out an excited shriek when Sirius' hands went to your thighs and pulled you up the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kept on kissing you intensely.

"You're mine" he said in a low growl, making shivers run down your spine as he started lowering his kisses down your neck.

"Yes, sir" you gasped, pulling him closer and trying to catch your breath.

"Say it" he demanded, finding your lips again.

"I'm yours" you said, pulling his face to kiss him again. "Only yours" you promised between kisses as Sirius' hands kept roaming around your body and underneath your shirt.

"Does Weasley make you feel like this, bun?" he said, between kisses, making you bite your lip to hold back a smirk at his insecurity masked as cockiness.

"No" you managed to say as he found that sensitive spot underneath your ear that he knew drove you insane and his hands kept exploring your body. "N-no one does" you whispered. "Just you-"

"Good girl" he said as his hands traveled lower, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" the two of you stopped instantly at Remus' voice when the lights went on. "SIRIUS! WE EAT THERE!"

Sirius instantly pulled you off the counter, as your cheeks burned deeply, and stepped in front of you, laughing at his best friend at the entrance of the kitchen.

"Calm down, Moons" he chuckled.

"(Y/N)?" Remus said, making the shy girl look up at him from behind Sirius' shoulder. Sirius kept on laughing but his smile fell when someone else came in after Remus.

"What is going on? Why are you yelling?" Tonks asked, wearing clearly what was Remus' sweater.

"Tonks?" you said, stepping out from behind Sirius.

"(Y/N)?" Tonks said, equally shocked.

"I KNEW IT!" you both yelled at the same time.

"Shh! Don't yell! You're going to wake up the entire house" Remus told you.

"What the bloody hell are you doing with Tonks?" Sirius said, glaring at Remus.

"Well, if I have to guess, they were in a very similar situation as we were before we got interrupted-"

"What?!" Sirius snapped. "You are not allowed to do that! You are not allowed to be with my niece! She's a baby!"

"I feel like you said niece to make it sound like she's younger than she actually is-" you muttered.

"She is younger! She is too young for you!"

"Excuse me?" Tonks said, offended. "We are the same age!" she argued, pointing at you.

"And Remus is the same age as you" you said, with an arched eyebrow.

"Well... that's different!" he complained.

"How is that different?" Remus asked his irrational friend.

"Because I said so!"

"Would you stop yelling? You're going to wake up the entire-"

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?"

Too late. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley soon entered the kitchen with Bill and Charlie behind them. The two oldest Weasleys' look turned into an amused smirk when they noticed you both with messy hair and trying your best to appear more dressed than you actually were. Both of you glared at them since you knew you were never going to hear the end of this.

"Nothing" you quickly said pulling Remus and Sirius away from you.

"This is going to be fun" Bill smirked.

"I know!" Charlie added.

"Shut up!" you and Tonks snapped at them.

"Would someone care to explain to me what you were all doing here at two in the morning!" Mrs. Weasley asked, sending the two girls in front of her a look you had seen being thrown at her kids many times. It wasn't as fun being on the receiving end. So, you did what you had seen the Weasley kids do thousands of times. But Tonks beat you to it.

"She’s dating Sirius!" Tonks blurted out first, causing you to gasp offended at your best friend for throwing you under the bus.

"What?!" Mrs. Weasley said, looking at you.

"Yeah, well, Tonks is dating Remus!" you argued accusingly, making Tonks glare at you.

"(Y/N)!" Tonks complained.

"You started it!"

"Oh, this is bloody brilliant" Bill laughed.

"I want to live in this moment forever" Charlie laughed as well before they fist-bumped each other.

"That is a lot of information in so little time and in the middle of the night" Mr. Weasley said, trying to understand the situation in front of him.

"Nymphadora!" Mrs. Weasley scowled her, making her cringe at the sound of her full name. However, Molly Weasley was one of the few people that Tonks allowed to call her that. Mainly because... she was terrified of her when she was angry. "Is this true?" she asked, turning her scowl to the two grown men in the kitchen, who at the time, got just as nervous as their partners. Mrs. Weasley was really intimidating when she wanted to be. "Are you with Nymphadora?" she asked Remus first.

"I... am" he said, nervously.

"And you two are together?" she turned to Sirius.

"Yes" he said, wrapping his hand around your waist, and you felt like a weight was off your shoulders.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you two?" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "They could be your children!"

"Come on, Molly, they're about thirteen years younger than us!" Sirius complained. "But they're adults!"

"Interesting" Remus said with a mocking smirk towards his best friend.

"Bugger off! Is not the same thing!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Is everyone going to keep talking about us as if we're not here?" you intervened.

"Take it from us, the less they notice you, the better" Charlie laughed.

"Yep, just shut up and nod your head" Bill added.

"Knock it off!" Tonks glared at them.

"Would you two stop laughing? This isn't funny!" you snapped.

"Oh, love, it is always funny when mum's wrath is directed at someone who isn't us" Bill mocked you.

"I don't think it's ever been aimed at you two" Charlie added.

"What is the matter with you two?" Molly kept glaring at the older men.

"Molly, dear, you need to take a deep breath-" Mr. Weasley tried pulling her away from them.

"Don't tell me to breathe, Arthur!" she snapped. "These two girls are like my daughters and I will not stand here while they make the stupid decision of being with someone twice their age, who are probably using them to feel young through their mid-life crisis, and who are definitely not right for them-!"

"Excuse me?" Sirius snapped all of the sudden.

"Sirius, calm down-" Remus tried, hoping to have a civilized conversation.

"No! Look, get that you'd much rather have them paired up with Bill and Charlie, you have made that very clear, Molly! And to be honest with you, I cannot for the life of me, understand why someone as amazing as her would want to be with an old man like me rather than your son, who... I have to admit, seems very lovely" he added, looking at Charlie. "But you have no right to yell at me or at Remus about our intentions with them. Remus is the most decent human being I have ever met! If there's someone who would never hurt Tonks it's him! And if he's going to make her happy, then... I'm fine with it" he said, looking at his best friend who smiled back at him. "And it is one thing that you hate me or have a personal problem with me and much rather have her date someone like Charlie, but I will not let you come in here and question my motives for being with the woman that I love-"

"The woman that you what?" Remus asked with a smirk on his face at the same time Molly did with a shocked expression on her face.

"Yeah, the woman that you what?!" you asked, feeling your heart melting and looking at him with the brightest eyes he'd ever seen and sighed, smiling back at you.

"The woman that I love" he said bringing you closer to him and you kissed his cheek.

"I love you too" you said, smiling up at him before you snuggled yourself back in his chest and turning back to the Weasleys. "Mrs. Weasley, I know you really wanted me to be with Charlie, but I think that ship sailed a long time ago" you started.

"Yes, mum! Get it through your head!" Bill said desperately. "We all know how much you love Tonks and (Y/N) but we are not in love with them!"

"We love them like we love Ginny, that is it!" Charlie added.

"I'm even dating someone now" Bill reminded her.

"Oh, William please, Fleur is not-"

"Yes, she is! And you have to stop talking about her like that because I am going to ask her to marry me!" he blurted out.

"You are?" you and Tonks asked excitedly.

"Yes, I am" Bill replied before his mother could argue any further.

"Don't look at me like that!" Charlie said when Molly turned her glare to him. "I am not in love with her and I never have been!" he insisted, pointing at you. "No offense" he said, looking at his best friend.

"None taken" you chuckled.

"I'm actually... also dating someone" he admitted, hoping this way he might finally get his mother off his back.

"What?" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley asked, confused. "Why didn't you tell us? Who is she?"

"He is... Oliver Wood" he said, smiling.

"Percy's friend?" Tonks asked, happily.

"Yes" he said smiling at the both of you. "Well, this was fun but with that, I bid you all goodnight" he said, getting out of the kitchen with Bill following closely.

"Wait for me, mate" he said exciting the kitchen after his brother. "Lovely show" he said turning back to you and Tonks and you both rolled your eyes.

"Charles! William! Get back here both of you!" Molly said following her oldest children. "I cannot believe you hid this from me for years! You two are going to be the death of me! I always thought it was going to be Fred and George but I was obviously wrong..." they all heard as her voice became more distant while she followed her children.

"Well... I guess this is going to be a long night" Mr. Weasley sighed. "I apologize for all the inconvenience we may have caused" he said. "Just know that Molly actually loves you two as her own daughters and she just wants the best for you" he assured you and Tonks. "Whatever that may be" he smiled at Remus and Sirius. "Good night" he said, exciting the kitchen as well.

"Good night, Mr. Weasley" you both replied.

"Well, that was quite... intense" Tonks said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I know. I haven't seen Mrs. Weasley that upset since Fred and George burned down half of the Burrow" you admitted with a chuckle.

"It's late" Remus said, bringing Tonks closer to him. "We should go to sleep as well" he smiled.

"Yeah" Tonks agreed. "Talk tomorrow?" she asked you.

"Obviously" you laughed.

"Night, Sirius" she said before leaving with Remus.

"Night" he replied.

"We should probably go to bed as well-" you started but Sirius pulled you back to him.

"Not so fast, young lady" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Did you know that Charlie's gay?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Hmm" you bit your lip to suppress a smile. "I may have known" you said. "Or maybe not?" you pouted innocently. "Maybe I was the first person he ever told and one of the very few people that knew?"

"And you didn't think about telling me this information?"

"And miss all of this jealous act?" you smirked, pecking his lips. "No way" you laughed. "Besides, is not my business to tell-" you were interrupted when you were apparated to Sirius' bedroom, on his bed, with him on top of you. "Sirius!" you giggled as he started kissing your neck.

"Yes, bug?" he asked leaving trails of kisses all over you. He suddenly stopped and looked deep into your eyes. "I really meant it you know?" he said all of the sudden. "I love you" he said, leaning down to kiss you and making you smile brightly up at him.

"I love you too, Sirius!"

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A/N: aaahhhh xD I really hope you liked it! I was super nervous because the whole spicy thing, so please please let me know what you think :D

[theonewiththefanfics]

Best Friends My Ass (one-shot)

Synopsis: Being in love with your best friend whom you’ve had since childhood can be tough. Being in love and being dumb can make it tougher. Meet the Reader and Harry. They’re the latter. And everyone’s fed up.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe little bit of angst, tiny bit smutty, but not a lot

Warnings: swearing, two idiots pining for one another

Word count: 7524

Even when Harry was little, he’d known he’d have an odd path in life. Just because it was odd, didn’t mean it’d be bad, but it would make him absolutely stand out in the crowd.        When Y/N was young she didn’t see herself having any extraordinary adventures. Sure, she’d travel and explore the world with its secrets, but she didn’t have any plans to draw the attention of the masses. That was until Harry’d come into her life.        They were both young, still kids in that tender age where childhood crossed into teenage years, when they met. For Harry, it was like one of those scenes in the movies where the pretty girl walks into a room and a billion fans make her hair look like the wind is sweeping through it, and her eyes glisten like gemstones. Also known as the 'love at first sight' scene.        For Y/N, it was hard to keep her breakfast down as she walked inside the classroom, twenty pairs of scrutinous eyes on her, trying to figure out if the new girl was a predator or prey.        Luckily for Y/N, the biology teacher wasn’t a total witch and didn’t make her present herself to the class, and just pointed to the free seat next to a curly-haired boy. Luckily for Harry, that free seat was right next to him.        With a sigh, she dropped her heavy backpack beside the chair, giving the boy a shy glance, and was surprised to see a genuine and large grin right back at her. It wasn’t the kind people gave when they had bad thoughts. It was the kind people gave when they were truly excited and wanted to give a good impression. Y/N’s chest grew warm at the thought she might actually make a friend that day. And she did.        “I’m Harry.” He extended his hand for her to take, the grin never leaving his face.        She gave him a big, relieved smile. “I’m Y/N.”        Ever since then they were not only lab partners in classes they shared (which was biology, physics and math), but also in mischief. Together they managed to enrage Anne, annoy Gemma and absolutely horrify Y/M/N, and whenever one went down, the other made sure to go down as well.        So when a few years down the line, Harry had told Y/N about his idea to audition for X-factor she wasn’t surprised one bit.        “I mean, as long as you don’t trip and break your nose on stage, you’ll be fine.”        For that, she received a slap on her arm from him.        “I’m just saying!” Y/N defended herself. “You’re great at singing, Mrs Aberdeen certainly thinks so, you don’t have two complete left feet, and you’re alright to look at.”        That for the first time since the decision and application had been submitted, made Harry smile. He loved how easily Y/N was able to lighten the mood, to take his thoughts away from the bad, and just erase them with her wit and smile.

       “Besides.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and then intertwined their fingers. “I, Gem and our Mums will be right there for you. Won’t even blink until the end of the performance.”        With how her insides trembled in excitement and fear for her best friend, it truly seemed to Y/N she hadn’t blinked at all on that fateful day. Her breath hitched when the judges were talking. She couldn’t even remember what they said, all of it turning into white noise.        And then he got through, and Y/N screamed so much she was sure she’d blown out Anne’s eardrums, and had hugged Harry so tightly she was afraid she’d broken a rib. But with his victory also came a fear, because, for the first time in Y/N’s life, she was terrified as to where she’d stand in Harry’s. Since day one it’d been secure, but now, with the newfound fame of X-factor and who knows what kind of an amazing future, she didn’t know if he’d throw her to the curb, simply forget about the mundane friend from high school or maybe use her for something.        But it wasn’t like that. Not one bit. After insane hours of rehearsals, Y/N was one of the three people he always called. It was her, his Mum and Gem. Always. And he loved to listen to her speaking of what was happening at school, how the lessons were, which teacher turned out to be hooking up with which. As much as Harry knew he was made for the extraordinary, he loved the ordinary Y/N brought in his life. She was his safe harbour. But what he never agreed with were her own thoughts she was meant for a simple life, so he took it upon himself to bring a little bit of eccentricity in hers, as he explained how he’d gotten united into a band with four other boys, now going by ‘One Direction’, and it was his mission to join his newfound friends with the most important friend he'd had.        “This is Y/N,” Harry introduced her to the guys after one of their late-night practices, one where they weren’t being filmed. “If you do anything that even mildly upsets her, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”        The slap against his arm made him let out an ‘Ow!’ while the rest of the boys laughed and welcomed her with open arms.        In a weird way, Y/N became part of the band. She didn’t sing or play any instruments, but she was always around, gave her input on songs and setlists. That kind of closeness made all of the fears and doubts about losing a place in Harry’s life disappear. She was his personal hype-man while at the same time knocked him down a few pegs whenever the fame started to get to his head.        She was there for his highs and lows, for the break-ups and break-off in the band, and watched as he ventured into a solo career as much as she could with school and all, but when summer break rolled around it was like Harry couldn't get rid of her even if he tried. Not that he wanted. Sharing the success and happiness with his best friend was one of the biggest rewards he could have.        And Y/N would never admit it because it’d boost Harry’s already elephant-like ego, at least that’s what she said, but she kind of liked the attention she received because of him, especially because most of it was pleasant.        Had she been terrified that being known as Harry Styles best friend would make people think she was just a gold-digger, seeking fame and leeching it off from him? Yes. And there were people like that. But ninety-five percent of what people said on her social media accounts was actually nice, some even said ‘thank you’ that there was a person like her in Harry’s life to keep things real, and most importantly – cared about him through it all.        Harry also saw those comments; he loved to read about how people saw just how much Y/N cared, and it kind of stirred something in him. He didn’t know when exactly, but it was around the age of twenty-four for him and twenty-three for Y/N when he started looking at his friend in a different light. And it bloody terrified him. He didn’t know if she felt the same, and the thought of putting his heart on the line like that only for the possibility of it being crushed was the scariest thing ever.        He did, however, have an inclination as to what incident had prompted them to surface. The feelings that were. It was a night after a party. Y/N was on winter break from her master’s at uni, which meant he used every opportunity to spend time with her.        The hangover was real, I mean it’s what you got by mixing vodka, tequila and beer into an empty Sprite bottle and chugging it. Harry stumbled over sleeping bodies on his way to the kitchen in search for some leftover pizza he was sure he and Y/N in their drunkenness had ordered, as well as to make two cups of black coffee. He knew she hated the taste, but cold junk food and bitter coffee always did the trick with her. That was when he’d found her.        Although he’d woken up in Y/N’s room, she hadn’t been next to him. Instead, as it turned out, she’d gone on a food search sometime before him and had passed out on the couch, a Cookie Monster onesie on her body, but most importantly his signature pearls around her neck. And one of her hands even rested against her collarbone, as if scared someone would take them away from her.        That’d been the first time his heart had flipped in his chest at the sight of her, but most definitely not the last.        He did however keep this change in his emotions to himself. He wasn’t really sure what it was, so it would be unfair to dump that on Y/N and have her figure it out for him because he didn’t know where she stood on her own, let alone do the work for him.        Luckily, despite the tornado of feelings, their friendship didn’t falter, and when his Vogue cover came out, he was incredibly nervous for people to see it, but especially for those who mattered the most to him, like his Mum, sister and Y/N. Especially Y/N, for her opinion had become the most important one outside his blood relatives. After all, all his thoughts went to – if we dated, would she be as proud of me as she was of me as a friend?        Her support meant the most because he was away in the middle of filming; he had no way of getting physical comfort, so all of the messages, calls, social media posts and FaceTimes was the world to him, especially when Y/N sent a picture of herself with three copies of the magazine, two beside her head as she laid on her bed and one clutched to her chest, which she also posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Can’t hug you for real right now, so this will have to do. When I do get to you @harrystyles, I’ll crush your ribs with my love. And that is a threat.’        Then the comments came in from the rest, and one stood out more than the others.        Bring Back Manly Men.        At first, he felt odd about it. It didn’t really bother him, but at the same time, it made him sad. He knew that he was seen as somewhat of a controversial figure, as he painted nails, wore frilly blouses and now full-on dresses, which were all typically categorized as feminine things, but he never understood why a nail colour or the shape of a shirt suddenly became exclusively for just one gender. Which is why he was so grateful to have Y/N in his life.        “I mean, anatomically speaking, men should be wearing dresses and women trousers. It’s you who have all the dangly bits,” she said through a bite of food. “The Scots have been onto it since the beginning.”        Harry threw his head back in a laugh, shifting an arm behind his head. “So I assume your favourite pic is the one in the kilt?”        “Well, it did remind me of that awful punk phase I had back in school with all those safety pins, only in a more tasteful way, but no. My favourite one is you in that brown, grey off-shoulder jacket thing.”        “Why?”        Y/N wiggled her brows at him. “Shows enough of your cleavage but leaves enough for imagination.”        “Of fucking course.” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “Objectifying much?”        “What? I’m not going to deny that my best friend is a sexy beast.”        He wouldn’t say it out loud, but when she called him her friend, it made his heart clench in a painful way. Harry had been trying to be a bit flirtier around her, but given his open nature as it was, Y/N hadn’t seemed to notice it, nor had she seemed to notice how he looked at her while she was frowning at her computer screen.        Harry’d had relationships with some women who could be considered the most beautiful in the world, but if he’d had to say, in his opinion, who’d receive that title, it’d be Y/N. The way she snorted when she laughed too hard, the way small crow lines had already appeared next to her eyes from how much she smiled and the way her forehead creased when she was concentrating. It enthralled him to no end. He could read her life’s story on her face, how she’d lived and thought and experienced, unlike so many people he met who couldn’t move a muscle.        Though the reason she was so concentrated in that moment was because thousands of people had tagged her in a tweet of a woman, she’d heard of for the first time in her life (because Harry had been trying to keep that one off her radar), and what she saw made all the blood boil in her body more than any other hate comment had.        Without hesitation, Y/N atted her and tweeted “Bring back manly men. Please! Millions of people would let him raw them WHILE WEARING THE DRESS. I mean you tried, so I’ll give you the gold star you so desperately want, but that was pathetic.”        At that same moment, a notification popped up on the screen of Harry’s phone. He only had notifications on for one person, and when he saw what was written, he gasped, looking at Y/N. “You did not just do that!”        “What?” Y/N shrugged biting down on the chocolate bar she’d been savouring for the last half hour of their conversation. “I just said what everyone was thinking. Besides what the fuck does ‘bring back manly men’ even mean? Go chop some wood? Fight a bear in the Siberian woods? Have your ‘friends’ stab you to death at a political meeting?”        “You’re a menace.”        Y/N winked popping the last bit of the chocolate in her mouth. “Only to those who dare go for the people I love.”        His heart fluttered at the last word, but all he could do was mask it with a large grin and shake of his head.        For another hour they spent talking, Y/N kept hyping Harry up, tried to get as many plot details of the movie he was filming, while he avoided as many spoilers as possible and attempted to steer the conversation somewhere else, but when that happened, Y/N jumped onto his music, which he had told her all about. In fact, there wasn’t a music video made without her approval, and neither would his next one be. “You’ll fly out to see me film for ‘Treat People With Kindness’, right?”        Y/N sighed, giving him a sad smile. She hated disappointing Harry. “I’d love to. But you know with everything going on, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”        “Phoebe Waller-Bridge will be in it.”        She gasped, in real excitement. “Well, why didn’t you say so from the start?!”        “So that’s what this friendship has come to. I’m just your gateway to celebrities?”        “Harry you’ve always been just my gateway to the people living in LaLa Land.” But she let out a small breath much like she’d done before. “I really do want to come, Harry. You know that; I miss you like crazy. But Phoebe or no Phoebe, I don’t think I can.”        Harry bit his lip nodding, but he still needed to try one more time. “Is there anything I can say or do to get you here?”        “Get me a private jet and a quarantine mansion?”        “Deal.”        “Woah! Wait!” Y/N pretty much jumped up from her position in bed. “That was a joke! Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God, if you try an –“        But with a giant grin, he just blew Y/N a kiss and ended the call.        She was quite terrified if she was being honest, that Harry would do what she’d asked. He already had once. It'd been around Christmas time while she was still in First Year at uni, and she’d seen a glistening necklace at a jewellery store display. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even uttered a word, but just seeing the sparkle in Y/N’s eyes, was enough for Harry to make the decision and gift it for her.        When the next day, around five AM her time, she got a call from Harry’s manager Jeff, she was ready to rip both of them a new one, an e-mail with a plane ticket popping up in her inbox.        “I swear I’ll poison your drinks when I see you,” she’d grumbled, but couldn’t hide the excitement as she threw everything she could in the suitcase. “And no one will find your bodies, mark my words, Azoff.”        He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to the FBI agent listening in on this call.”        “Fuck. Gave myself away,” she said softly, giggling right after.        “You know he’s stoked beyond belief.” Jeff piped up. “He literally jumped out of the bed this morning, and during the dance rehearsals he didn’t miss a step.”        That made Y/N’s heart warm. “Well, you can tell him to curb it a bit. Otherwise, I’ll just stay at the fucking mansion – which, by the way, it was a joke, Jeff! I’m pissed enough he’s spending money on me as it is, let alone such a chunk on the plane, you didn't have to get me an actual mansion.”        “You know, for you, he’d give away all of it.”        “Yes, well, he might need it for his funeral, if he keeps spending it on me and on shit like this.”        The man shook his head but didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t the only one trying to drop hints to Y/N that Harry felt something more, but he’d leave it to the man himself. He didn’t need to possibly ruin everything, and have her decide not to come. His client was nightmare enough without her around, because Harry was like day and night when Y/N finally arrived on set for ‘Treat People With Kindness’.        To say he enveloped her in a hug would be an understatement as he didn’t let go of her for ten solid minutes, having grabbed her by the underside of the thighs and sat down on the ground just so he could prolong the feeling of being with Y/N.        The fact that she’d actually gone for it and hadn’t scolded Harry too much for spending that insane amount of money, for having brought a small piece of home to LA with herself where they were filming, made him now fully acknowledge the true extent of his feelings, especially as she didn’t pull away from their embrace, rather hid her face in the crook of his neck.        I mean, in the end, he did have to let her go because everyone had to get back to shooting, but not before Y/N had stripped the meticulous jacket from him, and went to have a glance at herself in the large mirror, one of the costume designers playing along and adjusting the clothing on her body, as if she was going to be the one performing.        Harry felt someone slide up to him and he looked over to his left, a smiling Phoebe standing there. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”        He nodded, looking back over to where Y/N was still looking at herself in the mirror, wearing the heavy jacket as if it was nothing like it was made for her. “I’m a cliché, I know. But I can’t help it.”        “Of course, you can.” She squeezed his side. “All you gotta do is tell her.”        But it wasn’t that easy. Comparatively, getting Y/N to appear in the video was easier than coming to terms with the fact, all they’d ever remain would be friends if he didn’t do anything.        Yet the shoot for the video ended as quickly as it had started, and Y/N needed to fly back to the UK to defend her PhD paper, and Harry had to go back to filming ‘Don’t Worry Darling’, thousands of miles stretching between them once more. And Harry was a romantic, he couldn’t confess over FaceTime. Besides, he wanted to make it a special evening for her, plan something out, rather than risk a shitty connection cutting him off mid-word.        He hated it though. It’d been almost four years since Harry had realised his feelings had developed from just friendly into romantic, and still, he hadn’t said anything. Even the people who’d never met Y/N in person like Florence Pugh saw what was going on.        But unlike the cast and crew of ‘Treat People With Kindness’ who had to deal with his pining for maybe a couple of weeks, it’d been almost half a year for her at that point. Did she just want to call Y/N and tell her how Harry felt? Sure. She’d had enough of him coming into her trailer only to fall down onto her pillow and whine. But it wasn’t her place. So instead, she was going to figure out a way to get Y/N to the set and make him tell her himself.        Getting Harry’s phone away from him should’ve been the inspiration to the next ‘Mission Impossible’ script though, because it took her literally a whole day to fish it out from his coat's pocket, and she only had about ten seconds to find Y/N’s number (which wasn’t that hard given how it was the number with literally hundreds of calls next to it) and put it in her own phone.        Once their filming was done for the day, Florence rebutted Harry’s invitation to a movie night, saying a massive headache was coming on, so he wished her a good night and with slumped shoulders went to sulk on his own. Which is why she practically sprinted to her own trailer to finally call Y/N        An unsure ‘hello?’ greeted her ears before she responded. “Hey, this is Florence… Pugh.”        That stunned Y/N into silence for a few seconds before she spluttered out a greeting and said ‘hi’ as well. “Not to be rude, but how did you get my number?”        “Stole it from Harry’s phone. Look, he’s miserable. Keeps moping around, and I can’t take it anymore. Last night I found him crying in his pillow with your shirt over it.”        “What? Why?”        “Because it didn’t smell like you anymore.”        Y/N’s heart broke. “Why didn’t he tell me anything? We just talked, and he said he was fine. God, that man is so dumb sometimes.”        “Is there any way you could find a way to get here?” Florence asked biting down her lip.        She heard Y/N sigh at the other end of the line. “I’ll – I’ll try and figure something out. Have to know what’s going on at work, I mean it has been like two months since the video, so maybe…” She was more so talking to herself, but then remembered about Florence. “Listen, can I give you a message when I find out if my boss will let me?”        “Of course!” The actress was excited about the possibility of Y/N getting here, as long as it got Harry out of his depressive mood.        “Oh, and I’ll need to know what kind of restrictions are on set. I’ll figure something out with flights and quarantine, but I have zero clue as to what’s it like where you’re filming.”        Florence waved her off, even though she couldn’t see the motion. “Leave that to me. Just get your ass over here before the guy cries himself dry.”        It was a struggle though on all three ends – Harry was still moping, because not only had Y/N’s shirt lost its smell of her, but homesickness was hitting full force, Florence was getting more and more desperate as she attempted to take his mind off of things, but nothing seemed to work, and Y/N was trying to get on any possible flight to Harry while arranging two tests and an AirBnB she could self-isolate in for two weeks while attempting to set up her work from afar at the same time.        Two days after Florence’s call, Y/N sent her a message ‘Flying in tomorrow at 4 AM. Don’t tell Harry. He’ll feel even shittier cause I have to stay alone in quarantine. First test came back negative.”        She sighed in relief at the message and immediately texted back ‘i’ve got you a set pass ready, just need a picture. selfie will do. also, masks are mandatory on the lot, so bring those.’        Immediately Y/N sent a thumbs up, and a picture of herself she didn’t absolutely despise to be used on the ID card. All that was left was to pack. And spend two weeks in an attempt of not going crazy with anticipation before seeing Harry.        Those two weeks turned out to be worse than the two months between the music video shoot and going to the filming lot. Because throughout then, Y/N knew her only access to him would be through FaceTime, but to be about twenty minutes away from the man without the ability to touch him was pure torture, but at least Harry seemed completely oblivious to the change in her surroundings.        As they still continued on with their calls, not once did he mention her background, or how the paintings suddenly had managed to switch positions or the fact that Y/N didn’t even own paintings. She was sure she could’ve been missing an arm, and he wouldn’t have mentioned it with how tired he looked.        “Have you even slept, Har?”        “Not really,” he groaned, getting more comfortable in his bed. “We’ve had a bunch of early shoots and then late nights, ‘cause we need to get the continuity for the scenes, and then the day’s full of Zoom calls, and well, I can’t not call you.”        Y/N scoffed, scolding him. “You know damn well I won’t be offended if we sacrifice a couple of calls for you to get some proper sleep.”        “I know, but I will.”        Y/N sighed, knowing in a way it was her fault. She could tell him she no longer was hours of time zones away, but rather watched the same sunset and sunrise as him, but she also knew Harry, and he would be unable to stay away from her until her quarantine was over.        She was quite happy she’d sat through the fourteen mandatory days, because when she got on set, even though Harry was usually good at keeping his composure during a scene, despite the mask, he’d recognise Y/N anywhere, and all of the lines flew out of his head.        “Jack?” Florence’s hand came to cup Harry’s cheek, trying to bring him back on track. “You alright?”        But he didn’t even care about improvising to get out of the flub as his lips were split apart by a grin, and he dashed away, a loud ‘CUT!’ ringing throughout the set, but Harry already had Y/N in his arms, spinning the girl around.        “Best friends my ass,” Florence murmured as she went to the two.        Harry was speechless, Y/N’s face in between his hands as he looked her up and down. “How are you here? What? Why?”        “Thank Florence.” Y/N gave an attempt at motioning to the actress with her head. She set the whole thing up.”        Harry’s head whipped to his scene partner. “You knew Y/N was here for two weeks and told me nothing?”        “Your brain short-circuited when you saw her! You wouldn’t be of no use on set at all if I had.”        Harry scoffed, throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get away from this meanie.” But as he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ to her.        All Florence could hope for was that he’d get it together and confess, but it didn’t seem like he was in any sort of a rush. Y/N was set to be there for three weeks, but the thought of the woman leaving without knowing how Harry felt, leaving him in a sea of his own heartache, made her miserable, especially after a night they’d all spent together.        Harry really wanted Y/N to get to know the people he worked with so he invited the ones closest to him for a movie night, during which he himself had been the first one to actually fall asleep, of course.        For most of it, as ‘Westworld’ ran on in the background, he spent curled up in Y/N’s lap, his head resting against her chest with her fingers weaving through the shortened locks. She had to get used to the length, motion automatically wanting to go on longer than it was possible to. Soon enough, the soothing motions lulled her to sleep as well, their bodies leaning into one another and perfectly fitting together.        As tired as Florence was of seeing Harry, a person who’d become her friend now pine for someone so hard, it was absolutely heart-melting to watch the two interact. Everyone could see Y/N had the same feelings as Harry did for her, only she hid them a bit better. A little, but not by a lot.        No friends acted the way those two did around one another. Sure, people could be touchy, but not like that, not with such intimacy behind the motions. She felt like she was being a little creepy as she pulled out her phone to take a picture, but it was too cute not to.        A loud noise from somewhere outside set made Y/N shoot up straight, and Florence held her breath as she clutched onto her phone, having swiped it accidentally into video mode and filming the whole thing.        “No,” Harry whined, a hand reaching up for Y/N and grabbing at her elbow. “Come back. ‘S too early.”        She just nodded, grumbling something unintelligible but possibly along the lines of ‘don’t make me throw hands’ before laying down and snuggling into Harry’s chest.        Florence let out a large sigh of relief and decided to get some sleep as well before their annoying four AM alarm woke them up for set.        This time it was the other way around, as Y/N whined for Harry to ‘come back and keep her warm’.        Florence watched as Harry slipped out of Y/N’s grasp, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and a whispered a promise to ‘see her when the Sun’s up’. The second the trailer door was closed, she slapped his shoulder, and Harry gasped in shock. “What'dya do that for?”        “Stop that! Stop that stupid dance!” She stomped her foot on the ground. “I’m sick and tired of watching you watch her with that dumb longing expression on your face. I can’t take it anymore. Why do you think I went through all that trouble to get her here?”        “I told you I would!”        She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I know it’s not my place or anything, but she does like you. A lot.”        Harry threw her an uncertain gaze. “And how do you know?”        “Because that woman spent two weeks in self-isolation just to see you! She’s gone through how many of those awful Covid tests just to go and visit you! She’s dropped everything for you, has supported you through so much, and never fails to boost you up.”        “That’s what friends do.”        “No.” Florence shook her head. “That kind of loyalty… that’s what people in love give. I haven’t talked to my best friend in like a month. What’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking to Y/N?”        And with that question, she left Harry to ponder not only his feelings but the girl’s he was in love with as well. Because if he had to be honest, the reason he’d been dragging everything out, the reason he’d stayed pining for Y/N for years on end was that he tried to write everything she did off as something a childhood best friend would do.        The truth was more terrifying than anything because once that came to light, it’d change everything, and Harry didn’t know if he was ready. He wanted it, desperately so if it meant Y/N becoming someone he could love freely and openly, but not if by the end of it, she'd disappear from his life, leaving a hole the size of his heart in his chest.        His thoughts were cut short as someone knocked on the ‘Hair&Make-up’ door, and an assistant let in a pouting Y/N. Well, he couldn’t’ see the pout behind the mask, but he definitely knew it was there, making a smile come on his own face.        She plopped down in an empty sofa and crossed her arms. “I was cold.”        Harry snorted, wanting to shake his head, but didn't as to not ruin the hair stylist’s work. “You’re always cold.”        “And you’re a living furnace.”        “ ‘S that why you like cuddling? Leeching off my warmth?”        The same assistant who’d let Y/N in handed her a cup of coffee, which she was ready to kiss the woman for, but opted for a ‘thank you’. “We’ve established I only use you to get to other celebs. What makes you think I wouldn’t use you for those sort of things.”        For a moment, the trailer settled into silence, as Y/N enjoyed her morning coffee while the crew kept doing their own work.        “It’s so weird,” Y/N piped up, eyes racking up and down Harry’s body. “Don’t even wanna really look at you like that.”        He let out a mock gasp of hurt. “What d’ya mean? Am I suddenly repulsive to you?”        “No!” she let out a laugh. “It’s just odd seeing you without the tattoos. They’re such a huge part of you, even the dumb ones. Can’t really imagine you any differently.”        “Would you love me any differently without them?” The question was bold, even though he knew she did love him, he had to start making moves.        “No,” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t think so. I believe I’d be a different person then as well, but I’d love you all the same. As long as you’d do the same with me.”        Harry nodded looking down at his hands then back up at her, catching her eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Don’t think there’s a dimension out there where I don’t love you.”        “I mean that is a bold statement,” Y/N said, sipping on the remnants of her coffee. “What if I’m like a weird, cat-skinning psychopath in one dimension? Would you love me even then?”        “Jesus Christ, Y/L/N, do you just normally come up with those gruesome scenarios or is it a hobby?”        She wiggled her eyebrows, standing up and throwing away the paper cup. “There’s a reason I have a VPN and clean my search history. I’ll see you in your trailer?”        “Yeah.” Harry nodded and smiled. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”        The next half-hour he kept hyping himself up, about how he was actually going to do it, but Florence intercepted him right as he was turning down the way his trailer stood. “How are you gonna do it?”        “I – “ Harry huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “In the beginning, I had like a whole romantic outing planned, but… I’ve dragged this on long enough, so I think I’ll just tell her.”        “Okay, good.” Florence nodded and slapped his shoulder in approval. “And if I don’t hear that trailer rocking, I will throw you in a ditch.”        Harry’s eyes widened at the statement, fully knowing she meant her words, but she was already half-way down the track, blond hair swishing behind her back.        It was then or never.        Slowly he opened his own trailer door as if it was Y/N’s place not his, but by the looks of how she’d sprawled out on his bed, she had made herself right at home. Just like she’d done it on the first day of school, but just with his heart.        “Hey!” She smiled looking at him. “You ready to film?”        “Yeah, but umm… I kind of wanted to talk to you beforehand.”        Y/N’s brows furrowed at Harry’s serious tone, so she sat up, nodding. “Sure. Is everything alright?” “It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you won’t take it in a bad way... I’ve actually been wanting to tell you this since that winter’s break party you had while doing your masters...” He let out a small chuckle but seeing Y/N’s eyes widen in a panic he stopped. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have a kid! Oh my God.” “What? No!” Harry spluttered. “Why the hell is the first thing you assume that I have a kid?” “I don’t know!” She was now standing facing him completely. “We’ve never had secrets between us, especially for as long as you’ve apparently kept them, what am I supposed to think? Maybe one of the girls you hooked up with got pregnant, and you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a baby daddy because you know I wouldn’t be able to keep the fact I can be the cool drunk aunt to myself.” All of that came out as is she’d prepared it ages ago. “Well, no.” Harry shook his head stepping closer so he could be chest to chest with Y/N. “I’m not anyone’s baby daddy. At least I don’t think so, but umm... when that moment would come... when I have a kid...” He looked up at the ceiling and sighed before lifting a gentle hand to cup her cheek. I wouldn’t want you to be the drunk aunt. I um...” There goes nothing. “I’d kinda like if you were the mom.” “Of course, I’ll be the Godmother!” Both of them said at the same time, making the other’s brain stumble over the words said. “Wait, mom?” Y/N’s question was breathless. “Like donate my eggs or some shit?” “No like, I’ve been in love with you for close to four years, and I wanna try and build a future with you, where you’re more than just my best friend.”        “Oh.”        That was all that managed to escape her mouth as he fully opened his heart, and Harry couldn’t lie – it shattered. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it was more than that. “That’s...” Y/N huffed sitting down on the bed. “That’s a lot to take in Harry. Like a lot.” “I know.” He sighed and sat down next to her. “Which is why I’ve been pushing this away for as long as I could, but... it was time. It wasn’t fair to you or me to keep on living like that. Look.” Harry took her palm in his. “Whatever you want us to be, we’ll be that. I - I mean I’ll be heartbroken if you say you don’t feel the same, but no matter what you tell me now, I won’t let you leave my life. I love you, and I’m in love with you. This is your choice which way you chose to go with.” Y/N shook her head, interlacing their fingers and finally looking up at him. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken. It’s the last thing, I’d ever want to see you like. And umm well, if it takes me using the pair of ovaries I have to admit I’ve been in love with you too to change that, I guess I’ll have to say it. I’m in love with you too.” Harry’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears of happiness, as he looked at Y/N like she’d hung the stars in the sky. Not that it mattered. He always looked at her like that. “You mean it?” “Yeah,” she chuckled, wiping away a few stray pearls from her own cheeks. “I guess I always thought I’d end up the drunk aunt in your life, so that’s why I thought you’d ask me to be whatever future child’s Godmother. But I love you, and I’m in love with you too.” “Can I – “ Fuck, Harry was too giddy for his own good. “Can I kiss you?” And when Y/N chuckled, nodding he swore he already was in heaven. “Yes, please.”        At first, the touch of his lips was gentle, almost afraid, but the second he pressed them to Y/N’s, and she gasped at the sensation, it became full of lust as passion, years of pent-up pining and angst and just plain old stupidity surfacing and morphing itself into a steamy make-out session.        In a split second, she was sprawled out on Harry’s bed, his toned body leaning over hers and teasing hands moving along her sides, making her squirm and ache for more of his touch, but she wasn’t the only one who wanted to explore a body with a new mindset of what was possible.        As Y/N moaned from Harry’s tongue invading her mouth, her hand couldn’t help itself as it slid down his chest, and her finger flicked against the button of his trousers.        “Can I touch you there?” Y/N whispered against his mouth, and Harry eagerly nodded.        “Please. Been dreaming about this for literally years.”        Smiling, she allowed him to continue and explore her mouth with his tongue, intoxicated on one another’s taste. In fact, Y/N was so far gone just from the kiss, she forgot how a fly worked and needed Harry’s help to open it.        “Get back here,” she grumbled as he chuckled, having leaned up a bit to make it easier for her to get the offensive piece of clothing off. “We’ll see how you fare with a bra.”        “Oh, I’m an expert.” His hands trailed to her shoulder where he snapped one of the straps against her skin, making her yelp.        “You do not want to do that when my hand is an inch away from your dick.”        But the threat had no merit to it, as she dipped her palm behind Harry’s boxers while his mouth went to soothe the sting and leave a little mark on her skin, which he’d get to admire later on.        The second, Y/N wrapped her hand around his cock an involuntary moan escaped into the air, as she gripped him. Fuck, she couldn’t wait until he was inside her, because, and it might sound a little cliché given how they were best friends who’d fallen in love with one another, but she was one hundred percent sure, he was made exactly for her.        But no matter how much she twisted her hand or how gently or roughly she rubbed the tip, he couldn’t get hard, and Harry was on the verge of tears, which Y/N saw and instantly pulled away, cupping his face.        “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”        “Hey!” Y/N cooed. “None of that. It’s alright. Shit happens.”        Harry nodded understanding that she was right, but he still felt shitty and well, he felt insecure about it. “I just. Fuck. Usually, when I think of you, I’m hard in like a second.”        And although all Y/N wanted to do was smirk and tease him about the fact that he thought of her while wanking himself off, that wasn’t the right moment.        “I promise, you turn me on, you do." He sniffled. "This had never happened before.” But Y/N wasn’t offended or sad, and her laugh wasn’t mocking or trying to hurt him.        “Harry you’re dead tired.” She cupped his cheek with one of her hands, and if he’d been ice cream he would’ve literally melted. “You had to wake up at four in the fucking morning and won’t go to sleep until two the next day. Let yourself rest a bit.”        “But,” he whined and then huffed. “But I wanna love on you. Wanna show you just how crazy I am about you.”        “And you will. You know I’ll always hold you to your word. But this won’t be fun for either of us if mid-fuck you suddenly collapse on me asleep. I don’t need to go to the A and E and explain the broken nose is because my boyfriend decided to take a nap while shagging. A nap on my face.”        But Harry hadn’t really heard anything she’d said after Y/N mentioned the b-word, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m your boyfriend? You really want me like that?”        “I mean I would prefer if you were Phoebe…”        Harry pinched her side, making her squeal before tackling her in a hug. “Shut up!”        And that’s how the two fell asleep (and were woken up twenty minutes later by an assistant in a panic given how Harry was supposed to be on set in five minutes)  – wrapped up in one another’s arms, smiles on their faces, and no longer best friends, but lovers.

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[fluffy-lee]

Lifeguards

Not my fic

This lovely fic was submitted by someone anonymous, and they are quite talented! Enjoy!

Thank you, anon. This fic has caused me a lot of comfort and relieved me of anxiety tonight. ❤

You were doing Peter a huge favor--he owed you big time.

Fortunately, he knew that and he already had plans to treat you for your generosity. 

Peter had asked you to help him with a special project--water rescue training. Between his missions and those of his multi-verse brothers, too many close calls had taken place in New York Harbor. Water was not Spider-Man's natural habitat. Peter thought it wise to get more experience there, especially to test out some suit upgrades designed for aquatic scenarios.

Peter 2 and Peter 3 wanted in on this opportunity. Not only did they think the training was a good idea, but they would finally get to meet you. Peter couldn't shut up about how fun and adventurous you were--hanging out with their "little" bro's best friend was long overdue. 

Peter needed you to play a very important role in their training. If they were practicing water rescue, well, they needed someone to rescue.

"Peter, I don't want to be some soaking wet damsel-in-distress!"

"PLEASE, Y/N, I need you! You're the perfect person for this. A strong swimmer, you love the water, and you won't freak out if we swing into the East River." 

Peter curled his bottom lip to match the curls on his head. Your will began to break. Once he raised his soft, brown eyes to yours, it was over.

"FINE. Ugh, Peter. You're the worst. You know I can't say no to that!" you giggled. 

Saturday morning, you and Peter swung out to Liberty Island. Waiting at the water's edge were two guys you'd heard so much about and were so excited to meet. You were about to burst--you felt shy because you didn't really know them, but at the same time, they were your best friend. The clash of the familiar and the mysterious made your butterflies flutter madly.

Your smile grew wide as you looked up gently at your new friends. 

"Hi, guys..." you began, awkwardly. But you had no time to finish your greeting.

"Y/N!!!"

Peter 2 and Peter 3 rushed you and smooshed you into a hug. It didn't matter that you'd just met. You were their brother's most treasured friend and that's all that would ever be important. 

Peter 3 lifted you up and spun you around, as if you were dancing. You blushed at his charm and giggled when he dipped you.

"Look who's got sweet moves! Peter, you've been holding out on us with this one."

Peter rolled his eyes and smiled at his brother's teasing. 

Peter 2 approached you with gentlemanly reserve. "My fair lady," he said as he took your hand confidently in his. "How can we ever thank you for gracing us with your beautiful presence and generous assistance today?"

Your cheeks glowed pink as you said, "Dinner and Broadway would be a good start."

Peter 2 broke down in earnest at your sass, chuckling at your unexpected honesty. Peter 3 dropped his jaw at Peter and his eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, she is *definitely* our friend." 

The first several training exercises went really well. You had fun as each of the Spideys swung you out of the water and then put you back in, like the world's best bungee jump. Peter was thrilled that his new suit upgrade was a success. He was now able to form a self-contained tank underwater like he was a personal submarine.

"Peter, this is super-cool!" you said as he jetted you back to the island. "Aquaman is so fired!" Peter's giggles snorted into bubbles as he came out of the water. 

The last training exercise of the day was one of the most important--a refresher in chest compressions and rescue breathing. Many of the steps involved didn't work well, even with the most state-of-the-art mannequins. The guys were lucky to have a live person to help. 

"Okay, Y/N," Peter explained. "We just need you to lay really still for this part."

"I got it Peter, I'm no dummy," you sassed.

Peter smiled at your clever pun, but he knew that you were owed some mischief for that.

You stretched out on the floor, trying to look as much like an unconscious drowning victim as possible. But your acting skills didn't last long. 

"First and most important is to check the person for a pulse," Peter instructed.

"Now, there are multiple places you can check for a pulse. The usual place to start is the neck."

You felt Peter place two fingers at the side of your neck. You started getting a little nervous.

"Hmmm... that's odd, I'm not sure I feel anything. I'd better keep looking," Peter fibbed.

Peter took his fingers and brushed them around your neck, searching in vain for your pulse. You started giggling. 

"I can't find it! This is terrible! She must be in trouble."

Peter then took all ten of his fingers and devilishly began spidering your neck. You lost it.

"HEHEHEHEHEHE...Peter stahahahahap!"

You scrunched your shoulders, trying to escape his ticklish attack, but it was no use.

"Guys, this is bad. We HAVE to find a pulse." He motioned to Peter 3. "Another pulse point is the foot. Hurry! Find it!"

"WHAT?! NOOOO!" 

Peter 3 broke out into a mischievous grin. He cradled your ankle in his hand. He gently wiggled your baby toe, feigning cluelessness. "Peter, where am I looking?"

You snickered at his teasing and anxiously anticipated the inevitable.

"I... I'm not sure! Check EVERYWHERE."

"If you say so!" Peter 3 began diligently examining your foot with scientific precision. "Okay, I'm starting with the bottom." He began brushing over the sole of your foot with feather-like touches, skipping around so you'd never know where he would tickle next. You were giggling like crazy now.

"NOOOOOOOT THERE!!!" you squealed.

"You're right, it's not there!" He scribbled into your arch and you burst into laughter. "Not there either! I can't believe I can't find it. I am a terrible excuse for a scientist."

Tears were forming in your eyes. You could barely stand this and Peter 3 was not helping with his teasiness. But, of course, he made it worse.

"Maybe I can calculate the location!" he said brightly. What did this even mean?!

All of a sudden, you felt numbers being scritched into your foot. From just under your toes down to your heel, Peter 3 was solving equations, like you were a ticklish chalkboard.

"Eeeeeeee!!! It tihihihihickles!" You could barely get the words out between breaths.

"Ugh, I need more space. Too many numbers!"

Peter 3 grabbed your other foot and began scribbling over both of them.

"Carry the two, multiply by pi..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" You were starting to move into silent laughter when Peter 3 suddenly stopped. You quickly drew in a much-needed breath.

"Eureka! I've got it! It's not in her feet at all!"

He swerved around quickly to Peter 2. "Check behind her knees."

"You got it!" Peter 2 started squeezing your knees and you let out a shriek.

"Found it!" He rhythmically pinched behind your knees, imitating a heartbeat while staring at an invisible watch. You squealed and thrashed with your hands over your mouth, barely keeping it together.

"95 beats a minute!" he exclaimed. "Or we could have just looked at her Fitbit," he said with a wink.

"That's awesome!" Peter shouted. "But we have to act fast or we're going to lose her. Wake her up!"

All of a sudden, you were crushed with a wave of tickles. Peter attacked under your arms while Peter 2 got your ribs and Peter 3 pounced on your belly. You curled up laughing and tried weakly to protect what you could, but you were no match for three Spider-Men.

"Anything it takes, guys. We have to save her!"

"Come on, Y/N, we need you!"

"You can do it...we love you!"

And with that, Peter, Peter 2, and Peter 3 collapsed on top of you in a pile of hugs snuggling you back to life.

Later that evening, after showering off the East River and changing into your cutest dress, you had three handsome gentlemen treat you to dinner in Chinatown and then bring you to see "The Lion King" on Broadway.

"Why, I almost feel like a lady!" you giggled as Peter 3 offered you his arm and Peter 2 wrapped your shoulders in his suit jacket.

Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you three quick pokes. "Get used to it," he smiled. "You're stuck with us."

[yallmakemyassitch]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ AZ Here!

If you don't mind making the Tickly Alphabets, Can you maybe make A-Y with Whitty?

I'm in a mood for some Lee!Whitty or Ler!Whitty suffs rn-

It's ok if you don't want to make it (But if you don't wanna make it, please reply "Sorry, i don't want to" or what ever reasons why you don't want to so i don't felt ignored & so i know why)

Also, i hope you have a good Day & stay hidrated! :)

Love, ~AZ

Wowie, this is gonna be my largest amount of headcanons I would ever do! I don't mind one bit so don't feel sorry! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Also thank you, I will stay very hydrated and make sure I have a great day, same to you pal (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

Headcanons✨

A - What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Hugs all around. He's a very reserved person so the person he was tickling would have to be someone close to him (carol, hex). He'd keep you in his embrace with your head under his chin and calm you down. You'll 100% fall asleep and so would he. After a wonderful tickle fight, who wouldn't want to cuddle and nap?

B - How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

Whitty hates bondage, it makes him feel way too vulnerable. Since he's on the run, he's constantly on guard and afraid, never being able to actually relax. So if something like bondage is brought up, something where his movement is restricted and prevents him from running away from being caught, he'll point blank say no. Whitty will be pretty cold to you after that since he assumed after knowing you for so long, you'd know he would despise something like that.

C - What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Most of the time, he observes tickle fights and never gets involved. But if someone made some sort of sign they want to tickle Whitty, he'll be pretty flustered at first and make up an excuse before legging it out of there. You won't see him for long because of his insanely long legs, so even if you chase him down, he's already gone.

As a ler though is when his unpredictability comes to shine. Whether I'd be out of revenge or personal initiative, he can be quite playful and even tease a bit. Because of this, they're seen much worse than most because Whitty nearly never acts like this and the effects are amplified significantly. So let's hope Whitty isn't the one tickling you because it will be much worse for you.

D - What is their most ticklish spot?

Surprisingly his stomach is extremely sensitive, along with the X's on his body. It's sort of the reason why he wears that big sweater. Not a single soul knows about it and he prefers to keep it that way.

E - How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

Whitty's moods come every blue moon so better take this chance while you still have it. If in a lee mood, he'll be more touchy and soft with you and while you're alone with him, he'll softly ask. But be sure to be gentle, he only wants to be cheered up (likely because of the whole running away from Updyke thing).

If Whitty wants to tickle then he'll just ask Skid or Pump if he could tickle them. They're really understanding kids and get what he's feeling and will gladly allow it. He's way too shy to ask anyone else and doesn't know how to show his feelings accordingly so Whitty just asks them. The bomb head is really soft with them too so Skid and Pump end up enjoying it too.

F - What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

He's rarely in them but when he is, people tend to try to stay on his good side. Whitty is very intimidating and once he chooses a victim, you might as well submit to your fate. Don't interrupt, don't talk to him, only know that if you distract him while he's going ham on his ler, you're next on his list.

G - How do they react to gentle tickles?

Very squirmy and jumpy, twitches at every sensation and if you surprise him, you might hear him squeak a little. Whitty isn't used to touch so even the slightest touch will send him into high gear.

H - As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

Whitty's reactions can get out of hand so he does his best to suppress them as much as possible. If you're tickling him, you'll likely see him with his face shoved in a pillow with his arms around his body. He's laughing like crazy but his body would be twitching and occasionally spasming. He makes an effort not to hurt you since he cares about you so much.

I - How well would they be able to handle a tickle interrogation?

Not very well, being interrogated is something that freaks him out severely. I've already emphasized his backstory a lot so if you want to interrogate him, take a gentle approach, that tells him you're just playing around. Whitty would act all uncompliant, saying you'll never make him take or whatever taunt to get you riled up. Then...the fun begins :D

J - What is their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

The feeling of trust and comfort with those he trusts. Whitty feels a stronger bond to them and feels closer to them. Trust is very important to him.

K - As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

Again he's not very experienced with tickling (although unknowingly good at it), he's very good at giving raspberries. Depending on who it is it's either he wants you about it or doesn't, no in-between. Whitty will throw one in just to hear you screech and thrash. He will also do this repeatedly until you're red and breathless. He will apologize profusely but always manages to repeat his mistake.

L - What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Very booming and electric guitar sounding, but strangely cute sometimes. If you get him in a good spot sometimes, he'll just laugh and laugh and laugh... It sounds almost melodic and you'll soon find yourself entranced until he wheezes for you to stop.

M - Their tickle behavior during mornings?

Whitty hardly even sleeps but when he does, he literally stands up while doing it. If you happen to tickle him while he's resting, he'll react pretty strongly and will likely punch you in the face out of reflex. He'll be extremely apologetic but warns you not to do it again...so yeah. But if he is awake than it's the same as all the other headcanons, but much more lethargic and gentle since he's so tired (man's is so scared of getting caught, he hardly sleeps 😔).

N - Their tickle behavior during nights?

The nighttime is where Whitty becomes much more active, scavenging for food and sneaking into the Underground and what not. He's strangely serious and knows he's even more vulnerable than before. But because of this, you decided to give him a good cheering up! Of course he's surprised and laughs like crazy but then scolds you for nearly outing him (despite nobody being around lol). If Whitty heard footsteps then you know he's gonna grab you to leg it outta there

O - Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

No. Homeboy doesn't even have access to a phone, let alone the internet. But if he happened to stumble upon the tickle community, he would be extremely overwhelmed and pledge to never visit that side of the internet. Ever. (bet that he found the weird side; nsfw and other weird shit 😣, which made him fr uncomfortable)

P - If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Definitely Skid and Pump. The two are very good at directions and always know where to find their lees, no matter how far they run. They keep watch over the lees vitals and inform Whitty that they need a break, which he gives. Skid n' Pump follows his commands and knows exactly what to do to get their victims screaming.

Q - Their response to the question ' are you ticklish'?

Answered here

R - Ler or ler, what is generally their main role?

Lee...usually. Whitty is far too docile to be the one who usually tickles so people tend to target him more. As a ler however, people say they get a sort of... different energy around him, mischief or mystery? They don't know 🤷‍♀️

S - If they were to suggest a safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Something that the lee can easily remember and say! Whitty doesn't want to overstep on your boundaries so he'll make this abundant before he begins. If you can't figure one out (somehow...) then he'll choose one for you. It would be 'Cloud' because it reminds him of a certain individual and will instantly rip his hands away from you.

T - Their most favorite method of teasing their lee/ler?

He has considerably large fingers so you know that means he's gonna pull some sneaky shit with them. Whitty's gonna crawl slowly up their ribcage, poking between each bone before eventually digging his whole hand in there. As you can imagine, it tickles like hell and he's having way too much fun (if you're lucky, hell even count them, just to make sure you have all 24; very unlucky of you if you more than that lol)

U - Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

The palms of his hands are strangely sensitive which could explain why he keeps them in his pockets so frequently. Even light sensations like wind can be too much for him. People will often be confused when he jumps with a shaky grin and is practically rushing to put them away before anyone else notices.

V - As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Despite not being a ler much, Whitty would have to say Carol. She's so calm, sweet, and patient, everything that Whitty needs. He's incredibly comfortable around her and knows he can just bury his face into her chest and lie there as she gently rubs his head. He likes to encase Carol in his arms and tickle all over her body, hearing her soft giggles and squirming, despite not making any sort of attempt of escaping :)

W - What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

When Whitty first heard the word, he had no idea what it meant or how much it affected others so there was a period on time when he was going around and asking people what tickle meant, only to get the same confused, flustered answer (which wasn't really an answer it was just a sputter of words with a person's face redder than a tomato). Once he actually learned what it meant and experienced it first hand is when the embarrassment started. Whitty shuffles his feet and says it in a lower voice, not daring to make any sort of eye contact.

X - In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?

fuck I don't know man, I'm so sorry 😭💀

Y - Any personal self- or reader-insert tickle fantasy / headcanon to share with this character?

I want Whitty to pick me up and give me raspberries till' I'm squeaky, breathless, and limp. That's it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Authors note: I've been working on this for weeks so please don't think I've forgotten about you Az. I had a lot of fun with these and I hope you enjoy them just as much. So sorry for the wait! 🙏