#blonde smart girl and awkward brunette boy??

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Micky Dolenz Smut

A/N: Again, this is super old and kinda shitty. Enjoy😬😬

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Nervously, I check the house number again to make sure I have the right one. Biting my lip, I knock lightly on the door and wait. “Door!” I hear someone shout from inside.

“Yes, Peter, we heard the knock!” Another person shouts back.

“I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” A third person shouts.

Behind the door, there’s the sound of someone skidding across the floor. Seconds later, the door opens to the same attractive man from yesterday. He smirks and goes to lean against the door frame, but miscalculated how far away it is and stumbles. “Hi!” He says, a little breathlessly, finding his balance again. I giggle lightly at him, feeling my nerves sink away.

“Hi, there. It’s...Micky, right?”

“That’s me!”

For several weeks now, I’ve seen the same group of four men coming to the restaurant I work at at least once a week. It’s always the same four men. A talkative one with a twangy, Southern drawl, another with a neat British accent, a tall blonde who seems endearingly sweet and awkward, and a fourth with frizzy hair who seems rather smart. They always sit at the same table, one of my tables. The frizzy haired one always tries to flirt a little bit, though it’s fairly clear he’s not used to it. I flirt back because, well, he’s cute and I won’t deny that.

However yesterday, the frizzy haired smart one came alone to the restaurant and ordered takeout for four. While he waited, he struck up a conversation with me and introduced himself as Micky. He said his friends were working a little late and asked him to pick up dinner. When his food finally came, he seemed almost sad to go. As I started to leaving the table, he caught me and invited me to their house. Actually, he nearly shouted it at me, however, I agreed. Now, here I am with Micky directly in front of me.

Suddenly, the southern twang that I’ve associated with Micky’s friend floats through the air. “Well, are you gonna invite her in, or are you gonna stand there like a fool?” Micky shoots a look over his shoulder as the brunette with the wool beanie stands behind him. I throw my hand over my mouth, giggling again, and Micky invites me inside.

“Hello!” the blonde says excitedly, standing up from the kitchen table.

“Hello! It’s nice to see you outside the restaurant,” I smile. He smiles back at me and Micky promptly stands next to me.

“Would you two please leave us alone?” He asks shortly. The blonde’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline and he stands up from the table, going up a spiral staircase. The brunette with the beanie throws his hands up in defense.

“Well, someone’s touchy,” he says, walking out towards the deck and beach.

Once both boys are gone, Micky heaves a sigh of relief. “Sorry about that. I would’ve taken you somewhere less crowded, but we’re a little short on cash right now,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It’s alright. Seems nice here,” I smile, looking around at the open space. A little ways away, I see a set up of several instruments. “Do you play?” I ask excitedly. Micky nods his head.

“Yeah. I play the drums, Mike’s on guitar, Peter plays the bass, and Davy usually does the tambourine or maracas,” he explains.

“So, you’re musicians?” He shrugs lightly.

“Yeah, you could say that. We’re not really big yet, but I think we’ll get there one day.”

I look over the instruments again. “You know...most girls like guitarists, but I’ve always had a thing for drummers,” I say offhandedly.

“Oh, really?” Micky chuckles lightly. I nod my head.

“Mhm. Sometimes I wish they would bang me like their drums.” I glance over at him, trying to see if he’s catching on.

“Well, I think that can be arranged.” His voice is darker and more sensual now.

Smoothly, he holds out his hand and, when I take it, he leads me upstairs. I see several rooms upstairs, but Micky leads me towards the room at the end of the hall. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it. “Don’t want any distractions,” he says. I giggle lightly, stepping forward and pressing my chest against his.

“Absolutely not,” I smirk.

Within seconds, his lips are against mine. His kisses are rough, but somehow still soft. I twist my fingers into his hair, pulling lightly, and he moans into my mouth. Soon, he’s leaving kisses along my neck and collarbone. “You know you’re beautiful, right? Every time I step in that restaurant, I pray that we’ll get you as a waitress so I can just stare at you the whole time we’re there,” he hums lightly. I lean my head back, exposing my throat.

“M-Maybe you should request me. I-I’d love to be your waitress,” I moan lightly, tugging at his hair again.

Micky pulls back and stares at me. “Take off your shirt now before I rip it off,” he groans. Immediately, I throw off my shirt and start to undo my pants. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Did I say to take off your pants?? You’re an eager slut, aren’t you?” I nod my head quickly.

“”Y-Yes, Micky. Such a needy slut for you,” I mumble, pressing my chest against him again.

“Get on the bed. Now.”

Quickly, I climb on the bed and look back at him as he slowly takes his clothes off. “Now, you have until I get all my clothes off to tell me what you like,” he explains, unbuttoning his shirt.

“I-I like being manhandled...and I like being fucked rough, like a dirty slut,” I mumble the last part. However, he seems to hear it, because he chuckles darkly.

“Oh, that sounds good, babygirl. But, I think you should call me ‘daddy’ from now on.” I nod my head quickly.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he smirks.

Slowly, he climbs onto the bed and flips me over onto my stomach. He wraps an arm around my stomach and pulls me up to his chest. “Now...I’m gonna fuck you like the dirty slut you are,” he whispers to me. I whine softly, praying that he’ll do something, anything! He pulls down my pants and we slip them off, throwing them across the room, followed by my underwear.

Before I fully realize what’s happening, Micky is rubbing small tight circles against my clit. I moan loudly, arching my back against him. He holds me tightly to his chest, pressing sloppy kisses against my neck while he work. “Oh-Oh shit, Daddy!” I exclaim. He groans softly, lifting his face from my neck.

“As much as I like hearing you moan for me, if you don’t want things to be a little awkward afterward, I suggest you be quieter,” he whispers in my ear. I whimper softly, squirming against him.

“It j-just feels so good!” I whine.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he hums. He goes back to his work and I writhe against him, moaning.

Within moments, my high sneaks up on me. “Fuck, Daddy, I-I’m gonna come!” I moan. He hums contentedly and quickens his pace.

“Come for me,” he whispers, sucking on my earlobe. I let go and let my high wash over me, arching against his chest again. When I come down, Micky lays me down softly on the bed and lets me take a breather. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?” He asks.

“Yes, daddy, please fuck me,” I say sensually. He smirks and climbs back towards me, lining his cock with my entrance.

He gathered some of my cum to live his cock slightly and begins pressing in. Immediately, I feel the slight burning stretch. Micky’s cock is about average length, but I’d rather thick and veiny. I can almost feel every ridge as he pushes into me. My breath is nearly knocked out of me as he fills me up. “Oh, daddy, *daddy*,” I moan.

“A-Almost done, sweetheart. F-Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans through clenched teeth.

When he finally bottoms out, he takes a moment to let me adjust and I whine softly. Moments later, he pulls out almost the whole way, then pushes back in with one quick snap. I gasp loudly and he throws his hand out my mouth, tutting. “Someone just can’t stay quiet, can she?” He chuckles. I shake my head softly, squirming against the bed. With each snap of his hips, Micky hits my g spot and, at one particularly hard thrust, I scream into his hand.

His thrusts become deeper and quicker with time, speeding up as he begins to chase his orgasm. I’m not very far behind and I let him know. “Oh, god, daddy. Please, please don’t stop,” I moan.

“I won’t, darling, I promise,” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. With one last thrust, I fall over the edge and my clenching seems to be what pushes him over.

As we finally come down, he pulls out and flops on the bed. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he pants. I nod my head, softly humming and suddenly wanting to just cuddle into his chest.

“M-Micky?” I ask quietly.

“Hmm?” He questions.

“Can we...cuddle? I just really want the contact right now,” I sigh.

“Of course, we can!” He pulls me into his arms and onto his slightly sticky chest.

Calmly, he pets my hair. “Now, get some sleep. We’ll take a little nap,” he says. I nod my head and close my eyes, sighing happily. And that’s how my first night with Micky Dolenz went.

[caitlin666]

Characters that Book!Agatha remind me of (part one)

Mia: Princess Diaries

They’re both geeky brunettes with a cat and eccentric/hyper best friend and wear doc clump shoes. Plus their destinies are to be princesses but they don’t want to be one. They’re both snarky and awkward and the least likely princess. A popular blonde girl (Beatrix/Lana) bullies them. Dovey can be Mia’s grandma (Julie Andrew’s character). Plus in the princess diaries books Mia wears eyeliner and listens to fall out boy.

Mavis: Hotel Translyvania

I was almost going to think that this character is more Sophie (perky, wants to explore the outside world) but overall I think she’s more Agatha. She’s a goth but is also nice and sassy and wants to do the right thing. And of course they both have mid length black hair.

Wednesday Addams

Agatha’s obviously nicer and less polarising than Wednesday, but it’s impossible to make this post without including her. Both black haired goths who are snarky and sassy and wreak havoc. Plus if we’re going off of the tv show, Tedros could be Tyler lol (except tedros isn’t evil)

Vanellope: Wreck It Ralph

Vanellope is more perky than Agatha, but otherwise they’re super similar. Both black hair, sassy, sarcastic, smart, nice, fun, and a little awkward. They’re outcasted from essentially birth and bullied by the other girls around her. And they’re both unconventional princesses lol. Ralph could be Sophie (both Evil but doesn’t want to be).

Violet: Incredibles

Both have black hair and are insecure but have to learn to harness their abilities. Similar shy, snarky personalities too.

Raven Queen: EAH

Both nice goth girls with a snarky/sassy side who want to do the right thing. Plus Sophie could be Apple

Katniss: Hunger Games

Both brunettes who are nice, strong, snarky, fearless, independent and want to do the right thing. Although they can slip up sometimes too.

Raven: Teen Titans

They’re snarky goth girls with mid length hair and hate smiling and girly stuff. Sophie is Starfire, obviously

Tori: Victorious

Awkward shy smart level-headed brunettes who can sometimes have sass. They don’t believe they have talent, but yeah, they do. Hester can be Jade, I guess.

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Nothing to Fear (Dark!SkinnySteve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Fuck group projects.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Somnophilia, fingering, smut, potentially cringeworthy usage of a famous Steve quote.

Note: So a while back @darkficsyouneveraskedfor challenged me to do a college AU with a nerdy Steve because she hates that I love frat boys so much 😏 so thanks for the challenge girl. Skinny Steve needs more love. 18+ Only as always. This is a one shot.

“Alright everyone, in an attempt to avoid favoritism or awkwardness, I have taken it upon myself to form the groups for your midterm project,” the professor smiles wryly as he leans back against the desk.

Your shoulders sag and the classroom erupts in a cacophony of groans, the professor wafting his hand as he patiently waits out the collective dissension. Your eyes dart around the class, instinctually assessing your potential partners for the next few weeks. Please don’t let them be awful.

“Yeah yeah. You can thank me later. For now why don’t you take the rest of the class to find your group and introduce yourselves,” he finishes and busies himself behind his laptop.

You peek up at the board and find your name, you only recognize one of the other three. With your bag slung over your shoulder you stand and near the front of the class where two giggling girls sit batting their lashes at the professor.

“Ashley, right?” You ask, stepping into their view.

The blond narrows her eyes, fake lashes flicking down in silent judgement, “sorry, do I know you?”

“Pretty sure the whole class knows who you are,” you return flatly.

She preens at the comment, clearly misunderstanding your sarcasm, and her demeanor brightens as she offers you a seat next to her. Her friend, Anna, is similar in her vanity though thankfully less outspoken. They ignore you as the rest of the class settles into polite introductions and you wait for your last member.

“Oh, who is Steve?” Ashley lilts as she scans the room. “These classes always have a disappointing lack of testosterone, don’t you think?”

Anna tosses her hair over her shoulder, agreeing with a laugh as her attention slides back to the oblivious professor.

“Would you want to be our last member, professor?” The brunette asks coyly.

“Hm?” the teacher frowns as he looks up and notes the missing student. “Steve!” He calls across the room.

You follow his gaze and spot a small blond head pop up from behind a thick black sketch book, looking alarmed at the sudden exclamation. He seems to only just realize what’s happening and scrambles to collect his things. His unruly locks resist his urgent smoothing as he notices the three of you watching him.

He stumbles toward the group and in his haste he trip, dropping his expensive art pencils. The tin box clatters loudly and the entire class turns to look as his face reddens in embarrassment.

Without hesitation you leap to your feet and move to help him. You hold out the pencils with a sympathetic smile and he returns it with a soft, “thanks.”

“No problem,” you return as Ashley snickers behind you.

“Guess no testosterone for us after all, huh Anna?” She says to her friend, not bothering to lower her voice.

You want to say something, but Steve speaks before you get the chance, “hi. Sorry, I got a bit distracted.”

Ashley turns up her nose as you sit and she launches into a haughty delegation of responsibilities. You pull out the guidelines and try not to roll your eyes as your worst fear about group projects unfolds before you.

“I really think my skills are best suited for the actual presentation,” she announces, “I’m just not the book-worm type, I give off more influencer vibes, ya know? I don’t mean that to be mean, obviously we all have our own… talents.”

She looks skeptically at Steve, who thankfully misses her unspoken slight, and you bite your tongue. Pissing her off this early will only make your life harder. Best to wait until after the project.

“I think that’s smart,” Steve says sweetly. “I mean I definitely think people would rather watch you talk for twenty minutes than me.”

“Exactly,” she raises her chin and grabs her overpriced purse. Without so much as a goodbye she stands and leaves the room, with Anna following closely behind.

“They didn’t even leave their numbers. How are we supposed to coordinate this?” Steve wonders, gaping in surprise.

“Oh, you mean you didn’t notice the business cards they left for us?” You smirk, holding up the embossed rose gold card.

“Oh, wow,” his brows raise, laughing when he meets your eye. “Well, at least I got you.”

“Yeah,” you laugh politely. “Don’t worry, I’m used to doing all the work for these things.”

“Me too,” he commiserates.

—

After ten group meetings and a few casual study sessions Steve starts to shift from classmate to friend. You have the occasional lunch or beer at the bar just off campus, so when he invites you to a party at his friend Tony’s house you feel comfortable accepting.

You pull up the hood of your coat as you walk to the house party on the opposite side of campus. Kicking yourself for inviting your friend Lisa, who is there waiting for you. She updates you frequently with texts about all the hot guys, free booze and food, urging you to get there faster.

Your reluctance increases as the thundering bass and drunken yells greet your ears well before you are in sight of the party.

“Oh, shit,” you groan as you round a corner and take in the three story house.

The front lawn is littered with intoxicated students cheering on a shirtless man as he climbs onto the roof with an extension cord. He yells something as he reaches the top and plugs in a large neon light of a marijuana leaf. You roll your eyes as the crowd roars it’s approval and Snoop Dog blasts from the stacked speakers on the porch.

You check your phone to find three texts from Lisa within the past five minutes, all in caps and only one of them entirely coherent, “WHERE R UUUU”, “POOL IS WET”, “ES SOOO HAWT!”.

“Shit,” you curse as you call her and listen to it ring as you push through the crowd toward the backyard.

The large backyard consist of a modestly-sized pool, the steam rising into the cool spring air as a few girls float around in their underwear, and a grassy area with a single large oak tree. At the base of the massive trunk sits a keg where guys take turns balances upside down atop it while the rest chant, “go.”

You can’t help but stare, its all a bit cliché for your taste, but this is exactly the type of party Lisa has been begging you to go to. As you scan the crowd for her you are startled by a hand on your shoulder

“Hey! You came!” Steve grins and you relax at the sight of him.

“Steve, oh thank god,” you breathe. “I hope you don’t mind I invited my friend Lisa.”

“Oh, so I finally get to meet the infamous best friend!” he chuckles.

“Well, you may have already…” you return awkwardly as you keep looking for her. “See she was able to get here a while ago and I think she may have taken advantage of the free booze. Can you help me find her?”

Steve’s smile falters a bit but he nods, “well the only person around here likely to give out free booze to random girls is Tony… or Bucky.”

“Ok,” you bite your lip nervously. “Based on her texts she may have gotten thrown in the pool.”

“Ah, yeah I know where she might be. Follow me,” Steve grabs your hand.

The gesture surprises you, but you are too focused on following him through the crowd to object. He leads you into the house, past the crowded kitchen and living room and up the stairs. The noise level muffles a bit as you go down a hall and you try to subtly retract your hand, but his grip it tight. Only when you come to a stop outside one of the closed doors does he drop your hand and knock loudly.

“Come in,” calls a husky voice and Steve pushes the door open.

You follow behind and quickly spot the only two people in the dimly lit room messily entwined on the black futon. The red rope light lining the ceiling is just enough for you to recognize the dark curly hair and olive skin.

“Lisa?” You ask in surprise, her skirt is ridden up to her stomach and her soaked sweater clings to her skin.

“Hmm?” She perks up slightly with a languid smile and unfocused eyes. “Bestie!”

Her arms flop open drunkenly as though expecting an embrace and your attention turns to the guy next to her. Despite the compromising position, he seems unaffected by your intrusion. He’s shirtless, with a cocky smirk and messy chestnut hair to match his square scruffy jawline.

“Hiya, Stevie,” he greets and his eyes glitter teasingly. “This the girl you wanted me to meet?”

His gaze glides slowly down your body, humming deeply as he goes. His eyes flick up to your face, smirking at the way your nostrils flare and your chest swells in outrage.

“I’m Bucky,” he smiles. “And it seems like you two already know each other?” he gestures between you and Lisa.

“Bestie,” Lisa repeats happily as her eyes roll and her head falls back against the cushion.

Anger heats your skin as your protective instincts surge within you. You have no doubts that she very likely asked for the booze, she wore the provocative outfit and was likely giddy at the invite up to his room. But you also know that she is clearly too drunk to consent to anything right now.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. Please get off of my friend now,” you say tersely.

Steve shifts awkwardly as Bucky chuckles and scoots over a few inches, holding his hands up for good measure.

“Bestie, where have you been,” Lisa drawls weakly as you storm over to the futon and move to lift her.

You get your arms under her and lift until she’s standing on wobbly legs beside you. You reach down to grab her purse from the floor then straighten her clothes as you help her toward the door.

“Sorry, Steve. But I have to get her home,” you mutter bitterly, unsure exactly who you are upset at.

“I understand,” he nods, catching Lisa’s other side as she narrowly misses the wall. “Let me help.”

Though he doesn’t take much of her weight, he still helps balance her, making it easier to get her down the stairs and out to the street. You dig into her purse for her keys and punch the unlock button until you see the yellow headlights blink at you down the road.

Steve huffs as he helps you lower her into the passenger seat then stands there watching you, looking like a kicked puppy on the sidewalk. You close the passenger door and face him with an apology on your lips.

He shakes his head before you have the chance, “maybe we’ll stick to just us next time.”

You crack a smile and chuckle, “probably a good plan.”

—

Weeks pass, the guilt weighing heavier and heavier with each dodged invite and unanswered text. You know he didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not his fault his friend is shady, but the whole evening felt off. Maybe it’s because it didn’t feel like the Steve you had gotten to know.

The Steve you know is sweet, intelligent, perhaps a bit awkward at times but in an endearing way. That party and his friends exposed a side of him that you just can’t make sense of, and so you choose to avoid him for now, but hopefully not forever.

The loud hollers from the fraternity down the street pull you from your studies and you rub your achy eyes as you check the time. Its well past midnight, still early for many on a Friday evening, but you decide to call it quits. You tidy up your books and drop them to the floor beside your bed as you curl up in the fluffy comforter.

Shortly after you drift off, your ringtone blares loudly in the dark room, startling you awake. Fearing it might be Lisa, you answer it without checking the ID and groan out a groggy, “hello?”

“Shit!” Steve’s slurred voice greets you. “Oh god we’re you sleeping? Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

Your brows knit together as you check your phone screen and groan again at your mistake, “yeah. It’s late, Steve. What’s going on?”

“Yeah.. it is. I’m just… shit, I’m sorry.”

“Steve, in all the time I’ve known you, you’ve always been bizarrely carful not to curse around me. Just tell me what’s up.”

“Well, it’s just… I went out with Bucky to a party and I - I had a bit more than I should have and then he left so I tried to walk home but I got lost…”

“Wait,” you interrupt his nervous babbling, “Bucky ditched you? Ugh, Steve why are you friends with this guy? Where are you?” You ask as you sit up and toss your warm blankets aside.

“Well, that’s why I called,” he stutters, “I - I think I might be near your place. You said you lived by the Pizza Palace right?”

You walk across the single living space and crawl over your couch to see out the window. Below, you spot the pizza shop and a small vulnerable-looking Steve pacing nervously in front of the darkened doors.

“I see you. Wait right there, two minutes,” you say and hang up the phone before pulling on a pair of sweats and a jacket.

You slip on your shoes and grab your keys before heading down to rescue your friend. Your heavy, tired footsteps draw Steve’s attention, he cheers up instantly like some sort of damsel in distress. It makes your heart ache a bit to see him so pathetic and you smile as he reaches you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Too much to drink, huh?” You pay his shoulder and he releases you with a sheepish half smile.

“I’m sorry I woke you, god I feel so bad. I shouldn’t have called,” he berates himself, scuffing a shoe as he looks at the ground.

“It’s fine, Steve,” you wave off his apology. “I’m glad you called.”

“You are?” he looks up hopefully.

You smirk and shake your head at him, that sweet dimpled smile gets you every time, “rather that than you getting lost or kidnapped.”

“Psh, who would want to kidnap me?” He lets out a hollow laugh.

“Plenty of people, I’m sure,” you placate him patiently. “Now do you want me to –“

“Not you though,” he scoffs. “You hate me now... Ever since that stupid party... I didn’t know, you know…,” his voice cracks as he flickers through several emotions.

You take in his pleading eyes and your guilt resurfaces instantly, “I know… Look, how about I give you a ride home, then, we can have lunch and talk when you sober up.”

“Okay,” he mutters, his eyelids drooping lower by the minute. “Uh, can I use your bathroom first?”

With a sigh you grab his elbow and lead him toward your building and up to your studio apartment. You open your door, overly aware of the dirty dishes and the clothes littering the floor. But Steve doesn’t notice, he smiles broadly as he takes in the feminine touch you bring to the space and turns to you.

“It’s almost as cute as you are,” he beams and taps you gently on the nose, almost missing as he sways slightly.

“Bathroom is there,” you point to the only other room and he nods.

You wait patiently, listening to the rustling behind the door and the clink of the wobbly toilet. A few more minutes go by with no sound at all until finally you call through the door.

“Steve?” You tap your knuckles softly at first, but harder when he doesn’t respond. “Are you ok?”

You bite your lip in worry, he had to have heard you… unless…

With a deep breath you open the door and find him passed out sitting on the toilet, his face flat against the glass shower stall beside him. It would be comical if it weren’t so late and you weren’t so exhausted from a long week.

“Shit,” you exhale. “At least you still have your pants on.”

You’d think a guy his size would be easy to move a couple of feet, but he proves you wrong as you try to lift and carry him over your shoulder to the small couch. You pull his shoes off and toss a blanket over him before crawling back into your own bed.

—

You feel hot, too hot, body squirming as the blankets of your bed feel extra heavy and weigh you down. You groan as you roll, still half asleep and searching for some relief. You grunt as you try to kick off the weight and the feeling of something firm among the fluffy comforter has you awake in a matter of seconds.

“Shh,” Steve whispers in your ear, making you flinch and blink back at his dimly lit face hovering above you.

“Steve,” you ask groggily, the sight of his bare chest making you go rigid. “What are you doing?”

“It’s okay,” he assures you as he sits his full weight on your pelvis and grips your wrists when they move to push at his chest.

Once again you underestimate him and his size. You struggle to move as he pins your arms to the bed and dips his head down to press his lips to yours. You turn your head and he licks across your face sloppily, moving on to suck at the skin of your neck.

His messy eagerness exposes his bumbling inexperience. No doubt attempting to seduce you but all it does it make you cringe and an audible noise of disgust rises from your throat.

“Stop! Steve, get off,” you grunt and manage to get a hand free.

His lip curls in anger and he slaps you harshly with his free hand. The shock of the hit has you gasping sharply as you hold your stinging face.

“You were enjoying it just fine a minute ago. Don’t go coy on me now,” he sneers as he reaches behind him and slides his hand between your slick thighs.

“What?” You whimper, squeezing his hand between your legs as he plucks at your folds.

“Oh yes, I’ve had you squirming and moaning for me for the last twenty minutes,” he smirks, dipping his fingers into your tender entrance. “Mmm, I could do this all day.”

You cry and hold your face as he sits on top of you, your loose camisole torn, exposing your chest to the cool air. You cover yourself, a meek attempt at hiding your shame, the pleasure warming your core as you turn away from him.

You try to roll over, and he lets you make it to your stomach before he sinks his weight down on you once more. Your hands reach out to pull yourself to the edge of the bed but you don’t get far. His nails dig at your scalp as he grips the back of your head, tugging the hair painfully until you whimper softly.

“Come on,” he hisses in your ear, “I know you want it. I can read the signs. All those dates, huh? Admitting you like it better when it’s just us? Then inviting me up to your apartment?”

His bony fingers grip your hip as his body slips down yours, his warm bony chest pressed against your back. You feel him reach down and fumble with his baggy boxers. His hard tip pokes between your cheeks, missing your cunt and finding your ass instead.

You scream at the pain, having never experienced anal before. Your muscles tense, trying to expel him and he chuckles and pulls back.

“Whoops,” he laughs, hot breath puffing across your shoulder blades. “Sorry, about that. You’re just so wet.”

He uses his hand to open your lips and pushes his way into your cunt, burying himself to the hilt with a moan. You tense and your nails dig into the blankets as you wait out his assault. Your struggles dying as the shock of his betrayal sinks in deeper with every thrust.

“Oh god, you feel amazing,” he breaths into your hair as he brings a hand up to hold your shoulder, keeping you steady as he invades your insides.

You grow numb to everything, mind blank as you lay there, just an empty shell for him to use. Your eyes find the stain on the rug you made a few weeks back and you wonder how this could even be happening. The next thing you know he’s groaning and whining as his hips stutter. He reaches down to grab himself as he pulls out of you and comes all over the swell of your ass.

“Whew, that was close. You almost had me there, honey. A bit early for kids, though. Maybe in a couple years,” he laughs and sits up, proudly admiring his handiwork.

You curl up, reaching out for the blankets to shield yourself as he crawls off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, as cool as can be. You wrap yourself in them as he flits about the apartment until he’s dressed and ready to go.

“Well, this was fun. We’ll have to do it again soon,” he nears the bed and leans down to kiss you on the forehead.

You watch him leave, unsure of what to do other than clean yourself up and hope you are strong enough to forget this ever happened.

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[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alludes to innocence kink, experienced cedric and first time reader, oral (both male and female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, use of pet names, alcohol, fluff at the end.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: the reader has never been with anyone when she transfers to Hogwarts for her last year, what happens when a party, fire whisky and a game of ‘never have I ever’ push her to ask the infamous playboy how to love?

a/n: hey everyone, it’s been a while! bear with me this ones still being edited but I finally finished it so here you go!

hope you enjoy!

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Sunlight streams from a window into Cedric’s eyes, slowly waking him from his slumber to throw a stabbing headache at him, a consequence for his activities the previous night. Sitting up and glancing around the room that was not his, the blue and gold accents decorating the four posters made it obvious which dorm he was in, and glancing down at the mess of black hair beside him, who’s was it?

“Fuck, not again.” Cedric murmurs, standing and tugging on his trousers and buttoning up his shirt, walking out the doors as the girl in the bed begins to stir.

After winning the Triwizard tournament Cedric had become almost a celebrity in the wizard world. He was handsome, smart, and now a champion of the deadliest competitions in the world. He gave Gilderoy Lockhart a run for his money at Witch Weekly’s Most Charming smile. The fame was everything he wanted and more, and with the girls practically throwing themselves at him, it wasn’t long before he became a notorious play-boy too, rumoured to give the best anyone ever had, before disappearing the next morning.

Sitting down at the hufflepuff table, next to his mates, Cedric reaches across the table and grabs an apple from a basket in the centre of the table and takes a bite, nibbling slowly as a headache pounds through his head.

“Hello there Diggory.” A voice laughs, dropping down beside the hufflepuff. Cedric turns his head to see Zacharius staring at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“Y-Yeah, what’s up Smith?” Cedric sighs, turning his head and massaging his forehead.

“Oh don’t tell me you were drinking again cap’n!” Zacharius groans, taking a swig of milk from his cup. “Doesn’t matter.” Cedric shrugs, shaking his head.

“We’ve got a game today!” The blonde exclaims, poking Cedric in the head.

“And we’ve got it! I’m only a little hungover.” Cedric smirks, pushing Zach back with his elbow.

Zach rolls his eyes and pulls his wand out of his pocket, “this should clear your head a bit.” He states, tapping the tip to Cedric’s forehead and muttering a soft spell.

Cedric smirks, instantly feeling the cool feeling of the drink’s impact being brushed away.

“Thanks mate.” He sighs.

“No problem Ced, now let’s get down to the pitch captain, we’ve got a match to win yeah?” Zach laughs, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Cedric grins, standing and walking out of the cafeteria with Smith beside him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” The giggle and squeal of your new roommate wakes you, followed by a pillow to your face.

“Ah- Brinley!” You groan, sitting up immediately, and grabbing the pillow before she tries to throw it again. “Today’s tour day and then a surprise!” Brinley laughs in a song-like voice.

“W-What time is it?” You sigh, bringing your hand to your eyes and rubbing away the sleepiness.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s the weekend and Hogwarts is huge!” Brinley smiles, falling onto her own four-poster and closing her curtains.

“Get changed y/n, then the tour will commence!” She declares like a quidditch commentator.

“I got it, I got it.” You call out, throwing your covers off of you and quickly getting changed, eyes still barely opened as you pull a sweater over your body and call out to Brinley.

“Brin ‘m ready.” You sigh, standing up from your mattress and tucking your wand into your pocket.

“Finally, c’mon!” The brunette cheers, throwing back her curtains and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the dorm and out the common room.

You spent the rest of the day running from class to class, from courtyard to ‘special corridors.’ Seriously, where did this girl get all her energy from?

“Oh and there are some house ghosts! Oh- over here is the Charms classroom!” Brinley continues, tugging harder on your arm and stopping abruptly.

“Brinley what the-”

You’re cut off by Brinley’s sigh of content and legs practically melting beneath her.

“Look.” She smiles in an almost dream-like voice.

Your eyebrows furrow but you follow your gaze over to a group of boys in yellow robes, laughing and shoving each other about, you note the design as quidditch uniforms, they must be a team. You glance back over at the awe-struck girl to see her smirking with her finger in her lip.

“Cedric Diggory, tall brunette with the perfect smile.” Brinley giggles, nodding at the boy in the centre. “Playboy, school golden boy, Hogwarts champion…” She sighs, leaning against you.

“He’s absolutely stunning. There’s a rumor he can get a girl’s knickers off minutes after he pulls them away.” She breathes with glee, undressing the brunette with her eyes. You smirk at her and find your gaze following the hufflepuff’s frame.

Your eyes trail up with chest, taking in his toned shoulders and strong arms before admiring his long digits underneath his tight fitting gloves, how they flex and stretch as he walks.

Finally your eyes fixate on his face. Piercing grey eyes that seemed to stay serious even while he was smiling, the colour of storm clouds over a forest, calm but strong.

Moving downwards you trace down his defined jawline and cheekbones, sure to have anyone crawling on their knees for him. Soft pink lips almost gave the illusion he was innocent, but as soon as they pulled up to reveal a smirk, you could tell he was experienced, daring, the kind of person up for any kind of challenge, even if it meant jumping in harm’s way.

It was a face everyone in the wizarding world grew to know, the handsome hufflepuff that had not only survived, but won the triwizard tournament, he’d managed to get the entire world swooning for him.

“Hey there captain, where are you heading?” Brinley calls to Cedric once he’s close enough to hear.

“Back to the common room, can I help you sunshine?” Cedric murmurs, stopping for a moment.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend, Ceddy, this is y/n.” Brinley smiles, taking your hand and pushing you forwards.

“Well hello there y/n, say that’s a pretty name.” Cedric smirks, reaching out and taking your hand.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You smile, shaking his hand gently as he raises your fingers to his lips to press a kiss to them.

“What do you say we get away?”

“We just met Diggory, don't get cocky.” You laugh, watching his smirk grow.

“Oh, so the kitten has claws?” Cedric teases at your sudden change in tone.

You blush, and Cedric chuckles softly. “No worries, nice to meet you kitten.” Cedric nods, walking off with the rest of his team.

You’re frozen for a moment, feeling the heat grow in your face and in between your legs, did that really just happen? You blink, turning back to Brinley who has a huge grin on her lips.

“Oh I can see this…” She murmurs, glancing back and forth at you and the hufflepuff.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I said he’s hot, not that I like him, there’s a difference, kitten.” She smirks smugly, putting emphasis on your new nickname.

“Haha sunshine, any chance we could go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Why would you need something to eat when there’s a full course meal right ahead?” She jokes, winking at you with a playful smirk.

You roll your eyes and she slaps you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m teasing, come on it’s almost lunch anyways.” Brinley giggles, grabbing your arm once again. “After lunch I’ll show you the pitch, I have a feeling you’ll love your surprise.”

Lunch is quick and uneventful, you manage to sit down long enough to grab a sandwich, but as Brinley glances around at a clock her eyes widen and she takes your hand.

“On second thought lunch can wait, your surprise starts in ten minutes and we need to get good seats!” She laughs apologetically, placing a sandwich into her mouth as she pulls you away, luckily with yours still in hand.

“Let me guess, the surprise is a quidditch game?” You question, catching up to Brinely and walking by her side.

“You got me, just thought it would be nice for your first day.” She shrugs, walking out the door of the castle and starting across a grassy field.

“Sounds fun, who’s playing?” You ask.

“Hufflepuff, obviously, and Ravenclaw, bound to be an exciting one.” Brinley squeals, swinging her arms back and forth. “Oh?” You add.

“Ever since Cedric and Cho broke up their games have been pretty interesting.” She elaborates with an awkward smile. “Some people say they still sleep together, but everyone knows it’s because they both get hot and bothered when they’re drunk in the same room.” Brinley hints, raising both of her eyebrows.

“They sound… serious?” You joke half-heartedly as the brunette beside you breaks into a fit of laughter. “Both of them have made it crystal clear they do not want to be together, both of ‘em seem to be impossible to tie down.” Brinley giggles, catching her breath to calm herself before the two of you get to the stadium. “Exciting.” You shrug, beginning to climb a flight of stairs up to the seating area with Brinley close behind you.

“Oh that’s Hogwarts for you.” She sighs playfully, pushing you further up and forwards to find a seat.

“Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you!” Madame Hooch calls to the two teams facing off at the centre of the pitch, every player nods to the referee and she throws the quaffle up into the air, signalling the beginning of the game.

“Here it goes.” Brinley smiles excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

You watch in awe as the chasers fly skillfully across the pitch, passing the quaffle with speed and perfect aim, only for it to be cut short by another player who then goes zooming in the other direction. The quaffle is in possession of hufflepuff, then is stolen by ravenclaw but taken back again. Every moment is filled with suspense and when Ravenclaw scores the first goal the section of the stadium filled with blue goes wild. Up above the beater’s are hitting bludgers back and forth, defending their teammates before sending it off to the other side again. Their movements are smooth and strong, hitting every swing on the dot. The keeper’s are positioned defencefully at each end of the stadium, using tactics to save the quaffle you had never seen before. They maneuvered themselves back and forth quickly and forcefully, even taking quaffles right in the stomach to stop them. You winced more than once trying to watch the Keeper’s save each goal.

Finally, up above were the seeker’s flying up, down and around the pitch in full alert for the snitch, both Cedric and Cho had their goggles pulled down over their eyes and their heads snapping back and forth every second. You could see the competitive nature in Cho with her teeth gritting everytime Cedric dove a little too quickly or turned to try and trick her. If Cedric was having fun with this he wasn’t showing it. His lips remained sealed in a tight line and by the looks of it his jaw was clenched, both of the seeker’s hair were blowing behind them even though there was almost no wind, almost blurs compared to the other player’s a little ways below. A yellow blur here and a blue blur there was all you could see, then they would stop, scan for a moment and wait. You nibbled on your bottom lip as the scores began to grow, each team displayed new tactics the other didn’t know and soon Ravenclaw was leading 170-130. Even the golden snitch wouldn’t be enough to help them win, and you could tell there was some slight hesitation on Cedric’s face as he kept scanning.

As if he knew you were staring, Cedric’s head moved for a moment, glancing down over in the direction you were sitting in and among the sea of people, he found you. Neither you or Brinley were wearing any house colours other than the colours blue and yellow painted across both of your cheeks, guess you couldn’t make a decision, he chuckles, flying a little closer to the booth you’re sitting in, and in a teasing manner he removes the outer jacket of his quidditch uniform and drops in down, right onto your lap.

“Hold onto that for me won’t you kitten? It’s getting rather hot.” He shouts, pushing back his slightly matted brown hair and throwing a wink your way. He watches you nod bashfully, before chuckling and turning back to the game. Teasing you was so fun, how could he resist.

Turning back for a moment he catches Brinley nudging you gently with her elbow and your eyes roll as your cheeks go a light shade of pink.

He grins, but then sees it, the score has changed in his favour and as his smirk rises, he dives.

Your eyes widen as you watch Cedric plummet towards the ground. Did he spot it? Did he see the golden snitch? Cho seems to notice this too and begins plummeting down in Cedric’s direction from the other side of the stadium. You lean over the edge of the railing with Cedric’s uniform still in your arms, eyes zipping about trying to find the familiar flash of gold when, out of nowhere, Cedric looks up, and pulls the front of his broom forwards and skywards again. A loud uproar erupts from the crowd at the stunt Cedric manages to pull, leaving Cho gritting her teeth harder and stopping for a moment right at the ground before pulling up again.

Up above where Cedric was heading, you saw it. The golden snitch flutters above the stadium moving from left to right, up and down. You look over at the scoreboard and your mouth drops. 170-150, Cedric had spotted the snitch at the perfect time right as he had distracted Cho into thinking he was diving for it. You’re sitting on the edge of your seat as the chase begins. By now the sky was already changing colours, the bright azure had faded into a mix of baby blue and pink, creating a very serene backdrop for such a heart-racing chase. The snitch was as mischievous as ever, dropping down, moving to the side, up and then running away with Cedric right behind, his fingers just grazing the back of the shining snitch before losing touch again.

Cho was beginning to catch up and her gritting teeth changed into a smirk as she began to tail Cedric. Her arm raises and she begins to push herself further, almost neck and neck with the hufflepuff when the snitch jumps up suddenly, pausing for a moment as if to watch the two seekers practically leave it behind.

To it’s dismay however, a hand wraps around it at the last moment and grips it tight. The whistle is blown and every stand erupts in cheer.

Cedric sat on his broom, panting and throwing his fist, containing the snitch up into the air over and over again. A huge grin is plastered on his face as he cheers in victory and his team swarms him and starts patting each other on the back. The group of seven touch down and cheer in unison as the stands begin cheering a mix of “hufflepuff” and “Cedric” You smile, watching the seeker high five his team mates and push back his hair once again.

You don’t even realize you’re clutching his quidditch robe right against your chest until the scent wafts up into your nose and your eyes slowly drift downwards.

At first all you can smell is faint hints of citrus lingering for a moment, but taking a deep breath the soft but powerful mix of musk and sandalwood cologne fills your senses, you smile. The earthy cologne suited Cedric. Glancing around, there seemed to be no eyes on you, so you raise the fabric closer to your nose and get hit full force by the sweet aroma. It was just strong enough to make your knees go weak, but not enough to be overpowering, perfect. You smile to yourself, but feel a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking down at the pitch again, your eyes meet a pair of sharp gray ones and you know he has caught you. Cedric smirks tracing his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking into the changeroom.

“Hufflepuff won so you know what that means!” Brinley squeals, taking your hand gently and helping you stand. “What?”

“Party in the common room tonight dummy, come on!” She exclaims, tugging you off again.

“But the ro-” You interject.

“You can give it to him at the party, now hurry up!” Brinley cheers, cutting you off and running with you in tow back to the castle.

By the time Cedric and the rest of the hufflepuff team reached the common room, the area was already filled with dancing students, drinks and people making out left and right. Cheers and applause went up for a moment as the winning team stepped into the busy room, before stopping again so the partying could continue.

Your eyes had been scanning the entrance ever since you stepped in, so as soon as you saw the familiar gray eyes and brown hair you stood to get to him but Brinley, already a couple fire whiskeys in, grabbed your hand.

“Don’t h-he’s gonna go take a shower now, don’t wanna talk to him, he stinks.” She murmurs out in between giggles. You roll your eyes and look back up again, but sure enough Cedric has disappeared and you sit back down.

“You sure you don’t want to- drink some?” Brinley asks, lifting a cup to your nose.

“Brin I need to be sober enough to give it back to him, later okay?” You smile, pushing the cup back to the brunette. She mutters a short ‘suit yourself’ in response.

For a while you simply sit on the couch with your leg bouncing nervously up and down, you keep glancing back and forth at the clock and the robe in your hands and as you finally begin tuning Brinley’s drunk rambling out, Cedric emerges from the boy’s staircase in a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Standing again, you weave your way through the crowd and tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to face you and a playful smirk lifts his lips.

“Well hello there kitten.” He teases softly.

“Hey Ced, h-here’s your robe.” You manage to stumble out, words getting caught in your throat as glistening beads of water slipped down from Cedric’s damp hair down his cheek.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty attached to it after the game.” Cedric chuckles.

“Oh, t-that. That was nothing just-” You’re cut off by another voice.

“Y/n, they’re doing a drinking game, come on we have too!” Brinley laughs. “Oh hi Ceddy, would you like to join?” She asks, taking both of your hands.

“Sure sunshine, lead the way.” Cedric shrugs, ushering you forwards and nonchalantly placing his hand on your waist.

The three of you take a seat on the couches again and are handed a cup by another student.

“What are we playing?” You ask, turning to Cedric.

“A muggle game called ‘never have I ever.’ You just take a shot if you’ve done something they say.” He explains, thanking the person who begins filling up your glasses.

You nod and take a deep, trying to focus on your drink and not Cedric’s hand resting on your hip.

They start off with generic questions, “never have I ever broken a bone,” “never have I ever broken up with someone,” “never have I ever lost a bet.”

Soon at least everyone had taken at least one drink, you included.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex!” Brinley questions smugly, watching as one by one everyone threw back their drink with a smile, only to stop on you.

Her eyebrows furrow, “aren’t you gonna take a drink y/n?”

“Oh- aren’t the rules if you have done it?” You question, worried you had been playing the game wrong.

“No-no it is. But you’ve never ‘done the deed’ before?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, no.” You state, shrugging.

“Honey, are you saying you’re in your last year of school, and you’ve never had a good shag?” She giggles, losing her filter with the amount of drinks she had.

“Brinley!” You scold, burning up with embarrassment.

“Aw, y/n!” She coos, wrapping you in a tight hug as if you were a lost puppy. “You’re so innocent and sweet, it’s adorable.” She slurs, giggling and turning back to the game.

Your lips purse and your eyebrows furrow. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you just never had the chance. You kept repeating it over to yourself as if that would change anything, but your mouth remained sealed and your eyebrows furrowed.

Cedric notices your change in demeanor and leans down closer to your ear.

“Are you alright kitten?”

It may have been the alcohol giving you a boost in confidence, or maybe the teasing you couldn’t stand, but you squeezed your legs together shamelessly right for Cedric to see.

Glancing up at the brunette you shake your head and stand from your spot, you extend your hand out for Cedric to take and he obliges, allowing you to lead him down to a more secluded area next to the boy’s dormitory staircase.

“Is everything alright?” Cedric asks as you cut him off.

“C-Can you help me?” You stammer out, wringing your fingers together.

“With what y/n?” Cedric implores, tilting your chin up to face him.

“Y-You’ve done it before right? A lot?” You continue, feeling your face grow hot.

“Listen kitten, I can only help you if you tell me what it is.” Cedric states firmly.

You swallow your pride and feel your knees buckling under his intense stare, with all the courage you can muster, you take a deep breath and murmur.

“Can you show me how to do it, c-can you fuck  me?”

Cedric’s eyes widen and he has to blink the shock out of his eyes. He’d never been asked to help someone through their first time, he found it surprising you would ask him of all people, but at the same time, it was no secret he had done it all when it came to this and your request had his cock hardening in need.

“Alright kitten.” Cedric smirks, taking your hand into his and leading you up the stairs to his private head-boy room. “If you want a lesson, I’d be happy to give one.” He chuckles darkly.

You can already feel the arousal from his words alone dripping from your core to your panties as you nod slowly. Cedric pulls you into his dorm, shutting the door behind him in locking it.

“Now be good darling, and let me teach you.” Cedric smirks, pinning you against the wall and lifting your chin up to him. “Y-Yes…” You respond shyly.

“Yes, who?” Cedric teases, leaning closer to you and ghosting them right over yours. “Call me whatever feels right, kitten.” Cedric smirks, noticing you deep in thought.

“Yes daddy.” You respond meekly, almost like a question. Cedric’s eyebrows raise and his mouth begins to water at your words.

“Say it again, louder.” Cedric teases, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Yes daddy!” You repeat louder, watching as Cedric’s sharp gray eyes go dark and his lips are on yours. Cedric groans as your lips mould to his, and he takes the lead, moving you in sync with his movements and tilting your chin for better access.

The brunette had never had a lover call him any nicknames before, they usually stuck to his name as he fucked them, but Merlin was this better.

His hands fly to the hem of your sweatshirt as he breaks the kiss for a moment to throw it off before connecting your lips again, slowly prodding his tongue along your bottom lip as you submissively open your mouth to give him access.

Cedric glides his tongue against yours gently swirling it around, taking in the taste of strong firewhiskey essence left on your breath and the sweet smelling perfume on your skin.

His hands travel down your chest and onto your hips as he drags your pants down by the waist, leaving them in a pool around your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Not taking his lips off yours, Cedric takes your hands and places them at the hem of his white shirt and you get the message, slowly, you take the soft fabric in between your fingers and tug it up Cedric’s chest, pulling back to maneuver it over his head and dropping it on the ground beside you. Taking your hands into his again, Cedric guides your hands to his torso and chest, inviting you to touch him as he deepens the kiss once again.

You oblige and place one hand on his toned shoulder and the other finds its place around Cedric’s abdomen and on his lower back, pulling you impossibly closer to the hufflepuff.

Your breath hitches as you feel the brunette’s hard length pressing against your lower stomach and you pull away from the kiss for a moment to look down and gulp nervously.

Cedric looks down at you teasingly, watching your eyes go from excitement to anxiety.

“What’s wrong kitten? Do you want to get on your knees for your daddy?” Cedric chuckles, placing his nose against your ear and whispering in a hushed tone.

“Y-Yes daddy, but-”

“Shh, daddy has it covered, kitten.” Cedric smirks, bringing his long digits up and placing two in front of your lips.

“Now show me what you want to do, and then we’ll put those lips of yours to real use.” Cedric nods, doing his best to keep himself upright as you nervously open your mouth and take his fingers down to the knuckle, Cedric swallows his urge to just fuck you right there and bites back a groan as your tongue begins swirling around his fingers. Your movements are slow and timid at first, but you move your hand up to hold Cedric’s fingers in place and begin moving your head back and forth, moving quickly but taking your time to drag your tongue up and down Cedric’s long digits.

“Fuck that’s perfect kitten.” Cedric smiles weakly, feeling his cock begin to throb in desire.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You ask, pushing Cedric back a bit so you have room to get down on your knees. “Yes, so good.”

You smile and pull down Cedric’s sweatpants by the waistband and his hand finds its way into your hair, softly at first, but as his length finally springs free, his grip tightens and you smirk knowingly.

Taking Cedric’s shaft into your hands you begin teasing the hufflepuff’s tip with your tongue, running it up and down his thick shaft as his grip on your hair tightens and soft groans leave his lips. You pause for a moment, and Cedric, sensing your fear, places his other hand on your jaw and gathers your hair into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, making daddy feel so good.” Cedric sighs contently with a grin. Your smile returns to your face and you nod, taking Cedric’s length into your mouth as far as you could and using your hand for what you can’t reach, and like with his fingers you begin swirling your tongue around, testing the waters and glazing up to see Cedric’s reaction.

Eyes closed, mouth agape, and incoherent curses spilling from his lips, you feel your confidence grow and you pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and slowing down to tease his tip. You grow daring and attempt to go deeper, and as Cedric feels his tip hitting the back of your throat he lets out a low groan and feels his hips rolling gently.

With tears pricking your eyes you take Cedric’s cock as the arousal in your pussy grows and with eyes clouded by pleasure, the gray-eyed hufflepuff smirks.

“Use your finger kitten, and make circles around until you find the right spot.” Cedric instructs, watching your hand travel down past your stomach and into your panties.

You experiment around, slowly moving upwards until you feel it, a sudden burst of pleasure hitting you right in the perfect spot..

“Mmh!” You moan, moving your fingers faster against your clit, finally feeling the need in your lower stomach being satisfied.

Your moans send vibrations up Cedric’s shaft and send the brunette doubling over in pleasure with one hand on the wall behind you for support.

“T-That’s it kitten, fuck.” Cedric sighs, watching your hand move back and forth against your clit while your tongue swirls addictively against his cock.

For a moment, with his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head Cedric forgets ‘the lesson’ and delves deeper into the pleasure, his eyes train on your lips wrapped around him and your fingers moving innocently, still too nervous to go deeper, the feeling of you gagging was enough to get him to snap out for a moment and let go of his grip on your hair.

“W-What’s wrong daddy?” You ask, looking up to Cedric with wide eyes.

“N-Nothing, it’s just time for our next lesson.” He explains, helping you up and leading you over to his bed.

Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Cedric watches intrigued as your eyes fly about his room instead of looking at him and he bites back a smirk.

“That’s enough kitten, lay back.” Cedric commands.

You oblige immediately, slowly lowering yourself onto the soft bed and wringing your fingers together over your stomach.

Cedric pauses, dragging his eyes over your body and taking in every curve, you feel the insecurity bubble in your stomach and you move your hands to hide it, when Cedric grabs them and whispers a simple, “don’t, you’re beautiful.”

Your face flushes red and you allow Cedric to place your arms at your side before hooking his fingers on the sides of your soaked panties and pulling them down.

The full scent of your arousal hits him full force and the sight of it glistening all for him made the wish to just drop to his knees now unbearable.

“Okay kitten. I want you to spread your legs and play with your clit again.” Cedric orders, stepping back and crossing his arms.

“W-What?”

“Spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten.” Cedric repeats, watching in amusement as your eyes widen and your lips purse nervously, legs spreading and fingers finding themselves on your clit nevertheless.

“L-Like this daddy?” You ask, gently teasing your fingers down your slit.

“Faster kitten.” Cedric replies plainly, smirking to himself.

You gasp suddenly as your digits begin to pick up the pace, moving in circles around your throbbing clit. “L-Like this?” You pant, throwing your head back gently as the pleasure

“That’s perfect darling. How does it feel?” Cedric smirks.

“Good. So-So good!” You squeak, curling your toes at the euphoria rushing through your abdomen and through your veins as you push your fingers faster and faster.

Your hips buck upwards and your panting grows heavier as your thoughts and movement begin to grow erratic. Cedric licks his lips and steps forwards, lowering himself down onto his knees and prying your hand away, he watches in delight as your eyes widen in confusion at him, your mouth opening and closing as you try to regain your thoughts.

“Just relax, kitten.” Cedric coos, inching closer and licking a thick stripe up your core, lingering seductively on your clit as he pushes it around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, tightening your grip on the sheet as you watch Cedric suck gently on the sensitive bud. His large calloused hands massage your thighs as he works, gently caressing them as they shake in pleasure.

He shifts his attention downwards, letting his tongue slide down until he reaches your slit and then, agonizingly slowly, he begins to dip the tip of his tongue in and out, again and again, watching you shake and whine impatiently, waiting for you to break.

You try to pull him closer to you by burying your hand into his hair and tugging on him, but he keeps his pace, no matter how hard you buck your hips or grind down on him he persists until finally you beg.

“Please daddy, please. I-I need you! Fuck go faster.” You cry in pure need.

Cedric smirks to himself victoriously and obliges.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

As if a switch was flipped Cedric begins darting his tongue out as quick as he could, going in and out and lapping up and down.

The hufflepuff moves his hand from your thigh and begins slowly teasing you as his tongue swirls around your clit. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sinking into your slit and grind your hips instinctively at the feeling. Your core clenches as Cedric’s digits pick up the pace, your mouth parts over and over again, trying to find your voice, but no words come out. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, all you could feel was Cedric fingers thrusting in and out of you and his tongue sending delicious shockwaves up your stomach it was too much, but it felt so fucking good. You could feel your body clench and something tightening inside you that kept tugging everytime Cedric’s fingers slammed back into you.

Cedric chuckles to himself, sending even more vibrations up your core. He knew what was coming. Your breathing was growing erratic, your hips were bucking and you were squirming around in his grip.

“Do you feel that kitten?” He smirks, watching as you nod vigorously.

“Let go, darling. Relax.” Cedric hushes in a soft tone.

His fingers don’t stop as you finally give in, white flashing your vision as you cry and feel your release, crying Cedric’s name over and over again as he helps you ride out your high.

“Beautiful darling.” He murmurs, cleaning you off with his tongue as you whimper in response.

“How are you feeling? We can stop if-”

You cut him off.

“No! P-Please daddy, it feels so good I want more.” Your eyes widen at your own words and your face flushes a deep shade of red, you look down.

Cedric’s eyes widen for a moment before his grin returns and he nods.

“Very well then.” He murmurs, ditching his sweatpants that were wrapped around his ankles and climbing onto his bed.

Pushing you back gently he positions himself above you and takes his lips into yours in a soft kiss, waiting for you to return it.

Your eyes close and you tilt your head to the side, allowing Cedric to part his lips and tease his tongue along yours.

You breathe sharply in through your nose as the taste of your pussy still lingers on Cedric’s lips, but you find yourself moaning at the sensation, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck to pull him closer to you.

His hands move to your back where he skillfully unclips your bra, breaking the kiss for only a second as he pulls it from your arms and tosses it away.

Before you even realize it his lips are on your again, harder this time and far more passionate, he moves his lips slowly but fully, making you moan in satisfaction.

You feel your arousal grow again as heat builds up in your core, you swing your legs impatient around Cedric’s torso in a wordless plea to fuck you.

Cedric smiles into the kiss and without removing his lips from yours he uses his hands to loosen the grip from your legs and place them back on his bed. He pushes them apart and gets himself into position, before slowly pushing his length into you. You drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper into you, but the sharp feeling went away almost immediately as you shifted yourself into a more comfortable position.

Cedric has to restrain himself from starting as he waits for your permission to start. Being your first time, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, or start before you were ready.

He lets out a breathy groan, you wrapped around him so perfectly, he had to pull away from your lips for a moment to bite his lip.

You capture his lips back into yours and whisper softly for him to start, Cedric doesn’t hesitate and begins to roll his hips in and out, building speed with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He moans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as you sigh in pleasure.

Your breathing came out in rough pants with each thrust from Cedric’s hips, mixing with moans of ecstasy as he filled you up each time, hitting the spot deep in you that had your toes curling and your head lolling back.

“Faster daddy please!” You cry as Cedric nods and quickened his pace making shallow but thorough thrusts and sent vibration all the way up your body and through your veins.

“F-Fuck right there.” You beg, holding onto Cedric’s back like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me kitten, f-fuck.” Cedric praises causing light shivers to go down your spine.

You whimper softly.

Cedric chuckles softly as he buries his neck in your neck again and bucks his hips, burying himself fully causing a sharp gasp.

“Kitten you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Merlin I could fuck you for days.” The brunette murmurs darkly.

Your face darkens even more and you can only squeak out a small ‘thank you’ before Cedric begins snapping his hips back and forth again.

“Oh- oh fuck.”

“You like it when I praise you kitten? Tell you how perfect you feel while I fuck you.” Cedric taunts, pressing hard kisses down your neck.

“Yes daddy, I love it!” You shout, tightening your grip on his back as Cedric thrusts faster and harder

The tight sensation in your stomach was back and it was getting harder to hold in your climax with Cedric thrusts still hitting your core perfectly.

“D-Daddy, I’m so close.” You pant, arching your back and dropping your head into the pillows below you.

“I-I’m almost there kitten, you’re doing so well.” Cedric breathes, moaning in pleasure as you clench suddenly, trying to keep your release at bay.

“It’s alright darling, cum for me love.” Cedric murmurs, connecting your lips once more as his thrusts grow slower. You nod firmly, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll back as ecstasy pulses through your being.

The shockwaves from your release and the sound of your voice shouting his name pushes Cedric over the edge and after one final thrust his vision flashes.

“Oh fuck y/n.” He moans, slowly rolling his hips to ride out his high.

Cedric smiles as he finishes, collapsing gently beside you.

“How was it, kitten?” Cedric asks teasingly, placing his hand on your cheek.

“W-Wow.” You mutter after a moment. “It was perfect Ced, I learned so much.” You smile.

“That's great kitten, you did… amazing.” Cedric smirks, finding his voice getting caught in his throat as he speaks.

You glance out the window and see darkness pouring through the glass panes.

“M’ getting tired Ced.” You sigh, getting ready to throw the covers off and try to get back to your room.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You can stay here, I’ll clean you up.” The hufflepuff insists, sitting up suddenly and grabbing his wand.

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, he murmurs a spell and when you open your eyes again you are cleaned off and Cedric was walking towards you with clean clothes, wearing his sweatpants again.

“Here, I-I’ll get you some water.” he smiles, laying a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers onto the bed.

You nod meekly and sit up carefully to grab the clothing.

Shrugging on the shirt, you watch as Cedric makes his way to his door.

“Thank you by the way.” You sigh hoarsely, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cedric nods, opening the door to his dorm and leaving.

“Godric…” Cedric sighs to himself as he leaves. For a moment he leans on the door and just breathes. This was just supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ A one night thing where you’d be together one night and forget. But, how was he going to forget? The way you touched his skin, said his name, called him ‘daddy.’

Fuck.

By the time he reached the common room the party had died down to only the hufflepuff students who were either passed out or cleaning up.

The refreshments table still had a few pitchers of water no one had touched so Cedric grabs one and two cups before turning and walking towards the stairs.

When he returned you were half passed out on his bed, your eyes flutter lightly as he walks in and Cedric can’t help but smile. You look so beautiful lying there, exhausted, but absolutely stunning.

“Hey, I brought you something to drink.” He whispers, pouring you a drink before helping you sit up.

“Mm-” You nod, taking the cup from his hand and drinking it.

The cool water feels amazing down your dry throat, you smile and thank him again before handing the cup back to him and collapsing back into bed.

“I-I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cedric mutters, placing the cup onto his bedside stand.

“No- Can you stay with me, please?” You murmur out suddenly, shifting to the side of the bed and snuggling yourself into his blanket.

“Yeah, of course.”Cedric smiles, sitting beside you before laying and getting situated in the covers.

You turn as soon as he’s comfortable and cuddle yourself into his chest.

“G’night Cedric.” You yawn, feeling your fatigue pull you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight y/n.” The hufflepuff murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin over your head.

There was something soothing about your breathing, the scent of your hair, the feeling of your skin against his. Something about you felt right, you felt perfectly sculpted against him.

Almost, ethereal.

But you deserved so much better than him. More than a playboy that has used every trick in the book. More than someone who could barely remember his nights because of alcohol. More than him.

You were innocent, more or less, compared to him. You still had a chance.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him.

For tonight though it didn’t matter, you were asleep peacefully in his arms and he was there with you. You could make the choice in the morning. But for now he was here, with you.

And that was all that mattered.

[lexxiisstuff]

Warnings: cursing

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~Accidental Reunions~

Miya Atsumu

"Shut up Osamu" The setter muttered in irritation towards his twin who was laughing at his absolute humiliation. Osamu never had something he could tease his brother with that would so easily pick at his nerves, but he finally found his new subject. The reason for all Miya Atsumus teasing. You.

The recent discovery that one of their MSBY Black Jackals teammates was crushing hard on the young, pretty librarian who was sitting in the stands at one of their games had left the team in shambles. It was highly unusual for Atsumu to develop crushes on anyone, but when he saw you in the crowd he had physically felt his heart stop.

The two of you had went to high school together. You could never forget the boy that was Miya Atsumu. He was tall, handsome and Captain of the Inarizaki High Volleyball team when he was a 3rd year and you were in your 2nd. He had never noticed you. Obviously. You weren't the sociable type. You had a small group of friends and by small you meant two. You always had your head in a book. And by some horrible turn of events someone upstairs had decided to give you bad eyesight, crooked teeth and acne. Hence the glasses, braces and multiple face masks. High-school for you was just your awkward phase and even though you had the biggest crush on the blonde Miya twin back then, you knew there was no chance in hell that he would've actually noticed you.

Atsumu had recognized you the minute he saw you in the crowd. The pretty girl who used to sit in his math class because she was too advanced for her own years. The girl that would lend him pencils and help him when he used to get stuck on number problems without any judgment. The girl who had reached into her bag and given him her granola bar because he's stomach had growled in class the day he missed breakfast. He hadn't seen you in years. He would never admit to the small infatuation he used to have on you in high school. Constantly looking for ways to talk to you but you were too smart for the likes of him and eventually he would just give up and settle for watching you from the sidelines.

Osamu had known about this crush for years of course. You were all his brother would talk about for months in high school so when he had followed his twins gaze to the pretty brunette in the stands he couldn't hold back his laugh. "I can't believe it! First girl you ever had a crush on attends the first game of the season. That's a sign. Oh and look at that she's looking right at you"

Atsumu felt his heart tumble when your pretty eyes found his and you held his stare. He watched mezmerised when a small smile curved at your lips and you lifted your hand to give him a cautious wave. He felt giddy. You noticed him. You remembered him. He was going to have to shove off these butterflies before he starts playing or else it was going to be a shitty start to what was supposed to be a good season.

"You know he hasn't taken his eyes off you" Your friend Akira whispered during half time and you turned to look at her.

"Who?" But you knew exactly who she was talking about because your eyes hadn't left him. You watched him play with enthusiasm and everytime their team had scored his eyes would move to the crowd, find yours and he'd smile like that point was made just for you. You knew it was your imagination but still you couldn't help the little tatters of your heart.

"Oh come on! You know exactly who I'm talking about. Does Miya Atsumu know you?" The question made you pause. Did he? Sure you were in the same math class but the fact that he would remember you all these years later was impossible. Right?

"We went to high school together" You murmured.

"Shut up! Were you guys a thing??" Akira grabbed your arm and shook you.

"Uhm no we hardly spoke at all" You turned your attention back to the game and blocked out Akiras excited babbles. This was beginning starting to make you feel like a teenager again.

They had won. They had fucking won! Atsumu was tackled by an excited Bokuto who's screams merged with the crowds.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fucking killed that man! We're celebrating! Tonight" But he wasn't listening. His eyes for what felt like the hundreth time tonight found yours and he visibly melted at the proud grin you were shooting his way. He had to talk to you. He had to.

"I'll catch up with you guys later, man. I gotta go do something first" You watched as the setter slid away from his teammate and made A beeline towards where you were standing . You froze. Was he coming to talk to you?"

"Y/n I'm going to go talk to my friend real quick" Akira squealed knowingly and left you just as the blonde boy came to stand in front of you

"Y/n?" Your eyes widened comically. Did he just say your name or did you imagine it

"Miya." You sounded breathless. Oh fuckity fuck man "That was a great game. You played brilliantly"

He rubbed the back of his neck flushing at your praise and shrugged "It was nothing. Its really good to see you. How-" He cleared his throat "How have you been?"

"Great! Thanks for asking. How've you been?" You asked.

"Better now." You flushed like a school girl "You want to grab a drink with me? Catch up?"

"Uhm sure" You mumbled and he grinned motioning you to walk out of the stadium with him.

"What? Right now? Don't you want to celebrate with you team?" You asked when he grabbed your hand to help you down the staircase.

"Not really. I rather celebrate with you. You look pretty by the way" He said the last sentence quietly and you laughed

"Yes I'm alot better than what I was in high school"

"You were beutiful in high school" He Defended harshly and then clamped his mouth shut when the words spilled. Your walk along the concrete path came to a dead stop.

"Don't lie Atsumu. I was hideous. It's okay I've accepted it" You felt his arm tug you so he could look at you straight in the eye.

"You listen l/n y/n, you were gorgeous in high school and you're even more gorgeous right now. And I don't want to hear it because I'm only supposed to start flattering you when we're in the restaurant so you'll agree to go out with me. You're ruining my game plan"

You physically buzzed. Did he always have this way of making you feel like a school girl . You laughed incredulously making him smile.

"You don't have to flatter me. I'll go out with you regardless " He grabbed your hand again, linking your fingers he smiled to himself.

"I'm going to do it anyway. I have years to make up for"

[a-simple-imagine]

Misunderstandings

Requested by anonymous: The whole school knows you’re planning to go to Hogsmeade and rumors of who you’ll be asking to go with you spread fare and wide. But things don’t quite go to plan and so instead you find yourself studying all weekend and a very determined and apologetic Hermione Granger following you around

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Words: 2.2k+

A/N- The more stories I write about Hermione, the less confident I feel. I always feel like there is something missing or they’re getting worse but alas, I do hope that whoever requested this does it enjoy it. 

Warnings - Prejudice, minor bullying 

The sound of childhood giggles and idle conversations echoed through the corridors of Hogwarts school. Hiking Pansy Parkinson further up your back, you charge through the sea of students; first years and fifth years alike also on their way to have dinner in the great hall. Slipping between them with surprising grace as you raced an invisible clock.

"Times running out" your fellow Slytherin whispers in your ear. Had it not been for sharing a dorm room, you probably wouldn't be friends with Pansy. She had never been the nicest of girls to pretty much anyone who wasn't in her immediate circle of friends. And her friends were also stuck-up purebloods who thought they were better than everyone else.

"We're nearly there," you choke out, Pansy's arm pressing dangerously tight against your neck. "You're just heavy."

"I am not," she growls playfully earning herself a giggle. A glorious smell titillates your tastebuds signaling you're almost at your goal. This race was as good as won and you couldn't wait to rub it in Pansy's smug little face. Proving once and for all that you were strong and could carry her from the dungeons to the great hall without dropping her.

"Stop!" Busted. You come to an abrupt stop almost smashing into two Gryffindor boys who had also thought the instructions were for them. "Put down Miss Parkinson, please." Pansy slips down off your back and you both turn to see A displeased Professor McGonagall staring back. "If I find either of you running around the corridors with reckless abandon again I will take points from Slytherin house, do you understand?"

"Yes," You both bow your heads as a sign of apology mumbling out a quick Sorry Professor. Scurrying off around the corner and out of sight of the dread teacher, Pansy immediately jumps up onto your back and you continue your journey. It's a little clumsier this time, students harder to avoid as they move together like a herd of sheep. Slowing down as you reach your destination, Pansy shoves a little Slytherin to the floor. In her defense, the girl was in the way but Parkinson didn't have to be so rough. Making a mental note to apologise later, you drop the girl at the threshold but not without strangling you a little on the way down. One hand runs over the delicate skin of you neck, as the other shoots up in celebration. "I am triumphant,"

With a less than favourable look, the Raven-haired Slytherin's head shakes slowly. "You dropped me."

"Yeah but only because McGonagall made me," you protest, arms falling. "so it doesn't count."

"It does count." You shove her forward, watching her stumble into the hall as you follow behind.

"It does not- that's not fair," Pansy looks back to you with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. It was a look you knew all too well. She was trying to get a rise out of you.

"You dropped me," Her hands connect to your side, pushing you back. "So you lose. Just face facts that you're a loser,"

The argument falls short at the sound of your name. With a roll of your eyes, you're met by two giddy students you didn't know. One was short with long blond hair and ugly wide framed glasses. She was still wearing her Raven claw robe. The other was taller than her friend but still short; her brunette hair was pulled into a messy bun and she had a badger clip keeping stray strands at bay. You reckon they're first or second years. Either that or you're more ignorant than once thought. "What's up?"

"Word around the school is that you're going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" The little Ravenclaw spoke first. Pansy comes up behind you, slumping an arm around your shoulder. The two girls backed up just a little.

"Who told you that?" You wonder. The whole school always seemed to know your business. The two of them giggle between themselves.

"It was Hannah," the Hufflepuff blurts out; at least you assume that's her house.

"Hufflepuff Hannah?" You ask and they nod. You didn't know a lot of Hufflepuff's personally but Hannah was one you'd come across more than once.

"She also said you're planning to ask someone," your heart stops. "The forbidden one?"

"We think it's Harry Potter," The blonde comments and you relax a little. Of course, they would assume it was Harry of all people. "I mean he is the chosen one after all. And for him to be with a Slytherin? well, that would shock everyone,"

"Yeah," her little Hufflepuff friend agrees. "Apparently Harry wanted nothing to do with Slytherin when he first came here."

You chuckle; exchanging an amused look with Pansy. "I am going to Hogsmeade yeah but not with Potter- now if you'll excuse us."

Removing her arm, you pull Parkinson away before the conversation can continue. "So you like potter?"

"No," you shake your head. "At least not in that way. I'm not going to Hogsmede with him if that's what you're getting at."

"You can just admit it- I won't tell anyone."

"Yes you will," It'd be stupid to trust Pansy with information like that before telling the forbidden one yourself. "You'll tell everyone," With an extra hard shove, she stumbles into none other than Draco Malfoy. He was someone you had trouble getting along with. Before you get an earful, you slip into the crowd and make your way to the Gryffindor table while Pansy deals with the spoilt rich kid.

"Hey Hermione," Her name drifts from your lips as you slide in next to her. Her brown hair was pulled up into a bun and she had her head buried deep in a book; her brow crinkled adorably as she focuses.  "Ron," you nod your head towards him as he takes a bite of sausage. And then you turn to the most famous wizard you would probably ever know. "And... don't tell me... it begins with an H... Henry Porter right?"

"We were just talking about your," Ron announces.

"All good things I hope- I'm not crushing on the chosen one."

"What brings you here?" There is a chill behind her voice, once that suggested you weren't welcome. You didn't read too much into it, she probably just didn't want you to disturb her.

"She's allowed to sit with us Hermione," Ron jumps to your defense.

"I'm going to Hogsmeade this week and I was thinking, that maybe we could go together? If you want to like?" You grab a goblet and begin pouring yourself a drink. "I mean Hermione by the way. Not you, Ron- No offence or Henry over there."

"You know my name is Harry,"

"Is it? my bad, I'm awful with names." It was always fun messing with the chosen one. Everyone knew who he was, he was a legend after all although he wasn't all that impressive up close.

"I can't," Hermione states firmly drawing all attention to her as she snaps her book shut. "I have to study for our upcoming potions test. Considering some of the grades you've received since returning, I would advise you to do less gallivanting and more studying."

You had never gotten the best grades but you were in no way failing and for her to suggest such a thing was a little mean. "You know what?  you're right, maybe I will hit the books instead."

"We could-"

"I'll see if Cho is free this weekend," you suggest, slapping your hands against the table and rising to your feet. "She's really smart."

"Cho Chang?" Harry perks up. You wonder how many other people he knew with the name Cho to ask such a silly question.

"Harry's got a massive crush on her," Ron snidely adds, struggling to hold back his devilish bark of laughter.

"Seriously," Cho Chang was arguably way out of his league but it was still amusing. "I can't really blame you, she is cute. I'll put in a good word for you." And with that, you take your leave.

Cho Chang was an older, well known Ravenclaw. Beautiful and with a heart of gold. The two of you had become pretty good friends since your first year and her second so it was no surprise that she agreed to help you out.

Study hall was the bane of your existence. It was almost always incredibly boring and you found sitting in complete silence with a bunch of other students rather awkward. Today you were working alongside Cho as she takes you step by step through the Goblin Rebellions.

"Can I have a word?" The tapping on your shoulder was from Hermione, who you briefly glance at before turning back to your work.

"What?"

"I just... can we talk in private?"

"Why?" You bite back quietly.

Please?" With a heavy sigh, you apologise to Cho and follow Hermione. She takes you far enough away from the hall as to not disturb anyone.

"Well?" You huff, leaning against the wall.

"I wanted to apologise for the other day,"

"You're gonna have to be more specific?"

"You're not a bad student by any means," Her gaze drops to the floor. "I should not have brushed you off the way I did."

"It's whatever," you shrug. "Is that all? I have studying to do."

"No," she answered quickly, you meet the uncertainty in her eyes. "...when I said you should study too I didn't think you'd ask Chang."

"Why do you care who I study with?" You sound more defensive than intended. "You didn't want to hang out anyway."

"That's not true," Hermione mumbles softly. "I was kinda hoping to study together but you were so quick on the defensive-"

"Because you basically called me stupid when all I did was ask you out."

"That's not entirely accurate," Hermione fires back. "I never called you stupid."

"You implied it," you growl. "so sorry I'm not smart enough for you,"

"You know I didn't mean it like that

"Do I?" You ask. "I'd invite you to study with us but we're probably not on your level." Without giving her a chance to reply, you walk away.

"Everything okay?" Cho asks as you return to the table.

"Just dandy," You offer her a smile, sitting back down beside her and picking up your quill. "Shall we continue?"

The following Friday, you walk into the great hall alongside Millicent and Pansy; listening to Parkinson drone on about how funny it was to watch a first-year fall flat on their face. Sitting down, you chat idly when Hermione takes a seat next to Pansy who looks nothing short of disgusted. Shoving Crabbe further up the bench so she could move away from her. "Are you avoiding me?"

"What makes you think that?" You don't bother looking at her as you take a sip of water.

"We don't want dirty witches like you here," Pansy spat.

"Don't worry Pans, you won't catch anything," You never understood her distaste for muggle-borns.

"I apologised so can we go back to being friends or something?"

"You want to be friends with someone like me?"

"I'm sorry okay," she blurts out. "Really sorry."

"This is kinda sad to watch." Millicent comments. "Didn't you like her not too long ago?"

"Yeah until The mudblood called her stupid, keep up."

"Pansy," you growl, shooting her a glare. "Don't call her that,"

"I'm going to Hogsmeade this weekend, maybe we could go together like you wanted?" Hermione suggested abruptly drawing the attention back. "Ron explained what you actually meant when you invited me. He also seems perplexed that you aren't in love with Harry."

"Him and just about everyone else at this school," you chuckle. "why would you want to go with me?"

"Because I... I like you,"

Pansy and Millicent snicker to themselves and you can't help but smile. "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that."

"I like you,"

"You what?" You ask loudly; forging confusion.

"I..." The red of her cheeks betrayed all her attempts to act like this wasn't embarrassing for her. But after what happened last week, she kind of deserves it. "Like you too okay? When you invited me I thought it was no big deal not that you wanted to go on a date." She practically shouts, surprising you and everyone else who had decided to listen in on the conversation. "You don't have to come with me, it's... fine."

She scampers you her feet and tried to walk away.

"Hermione," you call out. The girl comes to a stop, turning back to you. She can't look you in the eye, it was almost sweet. "We should go together."

Your friends are struggling I hold back their laughter so you elbow Millicent in the side. "Really? you're not mad anymore?"

"Never was," You admit although it wasn't entirely true. I'm the moment it had but you quickly got over it's "it wasn't a big deal. I just like pushing your buttons."

"Okay. Well- great then," she coughs awkwardly. "So Saturday then? Yeah."

It's like Hermione can't get away fast enough. Perhaps she was worried if she stayed around much longer you'd change your mind or maybe she just wanted to get away from your awful friends. "So you're really going with Hermione of all people,"

"I am," you nod, your lips curled up in a triumphant smile. "And I wouldn't have it any other way so shut up and eat your food, Pansy."

[trixie-pixie]

every perfect summer's eating me alive (until you're gone)

Jan has never understood the feeling of love before, not until now, when she’s driving through the city streets with her best friend at 1 AM, singing along to Madonna’s discography that’s playing so loud she could feel rather than hear her voice breaking. Jackie wasn’t a singer by any means, but she’s always indulged the blonde- especially on late summer nights like this when they know they don’t have too many chances to do this again. The air outside is cool with the light breeze of a late August night, but inside the car, Jan feels nothing but warmth and pure love as the end of Madonna’s Like A Prayer faded out.

Jan lets out a giggle as the car suddenly became far too quiet for her liking. Jackie smiles at her in the mirror, not willing to take her eyes off the road but still giving her a look that makes warmth bloom in Jan’s chest, and not just from the slightly excessive amounts of alcohol she’s drunk at the party they’re on their way back from. Jackie had been happy, as always, to be a designated driver, so long as Jan had a good time and got home safe.

“I love this.” Jan says, matter-of-factly. “I love this so much. I love you so much. I just love being alive.”

Jackie chuckled at her best friends excited rambling. “I love you too, Janessa-” Jan could never control her smile when she heard that. “What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

Jan is silent for a moment, ignoring Jackie’s teasing tone. She’s feeling thoughtful (and more than a little bit drunk), and the question just tumbles out of her mouth.

“Do you think you’ll ever fall in love?”

Jackie laughs before realizing that Jan is stone cold serious. The blonde is looking at her like her answer could change the world, like it’s the only thing she’s ever needed or wanted.

She pauses to think for a moment, and Jan thinks that it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Jackie’s dark brown curls are pulled back behind her head, but the stubborn ones continue to fall around her face, refusing to be brushed away. She’s wearing a hoodie over the short black dress she had worn to the party, and Jan envies her for being smart enough to remember one. Jackie looks warm, but it might just be because Jackie is warmth personified. From her smile, to her deep chuckle, to the way she can always warm up Jan’s perpetually cold hands, Jackie is warmth.

“I don’t know-” Jackie says quietly, and Jan is intrigued. “How should I?”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How could you not?” Jan shouts, as if Jackie’s answer is the craziest thing she’s ever heard.

“I don’t even think I know what love is supposed to feel like! I mean, I understand liking someone, but I’ve never fallen in love with someone- not real love, at least,” Jan nods along with Jackie’s words, absorbing them like they’re scripture. “What about you, Jannifer? Any plans to abandon me with the hunk of your dreams?”

Jan cackles at that. “God, I have no clue-” She admits. Jackie laughs along with her, and soon their giggles fill the car, louder than the now-forgotten music.

“How could you make fun of me for not knowing when you have the exact same answer! You’re such a hypocrite!” Jackie exclaims, and the girls burst into another fit of giggles, thankful that they’re at a red light because Jackie definitely wouldn’t have been able to pay attention to the road if they had been moving.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like either!” She laughs, but quickly her tone sobers. “I don’t know if it’s supposed to be like the movies- I’ve never looked at a boy and felt… like that. I’ve never had those butterflies for a boy. It just feels weird, honestly.”

“I feel that,” Jackie replies earnestly. “But it’ll come. Definitely for you, Jan, I mean, look at you. Anyone who wouldn’t date you is an idiot. But there’s a boy out there for you, I know it.”

“Yeah,” Jan replies, and that was that.

She feels unnerved at Jackie’s comment- was it that talking about the L-word made her nervous? Or was it the compliment that is making her feel awkward? Jan shakes it off- it’s most likely the alcohol in her system that’s making her feel off. She smiles as Jackie parked a few doors down from Jan’s house, making it easier for her to sneak back in after being out far later than she should be.

She thanks Jackie for the ride and hugs her tight across the console. Jackie stops her just as she’s about to shut the door.

“Wait, I have news,” Jackie sounded both nervous and excited, and Jan perks up at this, forgetting about her previous discomfort.

“Wait, what? Tell me! I need to hear!”

Jackie let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, uh, speaking of boys-” She started. “D’you know Cody? From school?”

Jan knows Cody- he’s a nice guy. A weird art kid with a mullet that could rival any 80’s boy band, but a nice guy nonetheless. They’ve never exchanged more than a few words, but he’s never been anything but kind. So why does Jan feel bile rising in her throat?

“Of course I know him- what about Cody?” She responds, attempting to hide the discomfort that is quickly returning. Her fists clench, trying to ignore the blood rushing in her ears.

“Well-” Jackie begins, trailing off.

“Well?” Jan pushes. She knows what’s coming- she knows what her best friend is about to say. She knows that her reaction has to be perfect, even if all she wants to do at the thought is cry. Why is she so upset?

“He asked me on a date-” Jackie blurts out, and Jan does everything in her power not to let her face fall. The cool summer air has turned frigid, and Jan feels freezing cold and suddenly sober.

“-I said yes!”

And that’s how Jan’s night ends with her puking on the neighbours lawn at 1 AM.

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“Holy shit, Jan, are you okay?”

“I’m fine-” she hiccups. “Just had too much to drink. I’m sorry.”

Jackie looks worried- Jan almost never throws up from alcohol. Even when she gets absolutely wasted, Jan is usually the one to just sleep it off.

“Are you sure? You aren’t feeling extra tired or weak or anything?” Jackie lists off symptoms, and Jan reassures her.

“God, no, I promise I’m fine. Just nauseous- I’ll drink some water and sleep it off. I promise.”

Jackie’s expression softens, and she hugs Jan.

“Text me when you get home safe, yeah?” Jan confirms. Jackie nods into her shoulder.

“You’ll probably be passed out by then, but I will. Make sure you take care of yourself, alright? I love you.”

Jan feels immediately guilty at the expression- Jackie has told her she loves her a million times, but this time, her stomach sinks, and it definitely isn’t due to the alcohol. She simply nods and smiles, not being able to force a response out of her mouth. She gives the brunette one last squeeze before she goes and attempts to sneak back in her house without her parents noticing.

They don’t, of course. Jan learned from the best- the best being her three older brothers, who got caught enough times to teach their baby sister exactly what not to do. Jan was just as much of a troublemaker as the boys, maybe even more at times, but with a dazzling smile and her sweet mannerisms, she could get away with just about anything.

Jan sneaks into her room without incident, making sure to get herself a large glass of water on the way. She feels exhaustion rooting itself in her bones- nearly enough to neglect taking her makeup off before crawling into bed. Keyword being nearly- she may have had a long night, but Jan is not about to take it out on her skin.

She drags herself to the bathroom- her feet are aching from her uncomfortable heels and her head is pounding from her current state, but she makes it there. Right as she goes to grab her face cloth, her phone lights up with a flurry of messages from Jackie.

1:16 AM

Jackie 💜: made it home!!! get some sleep ily

Jackie 💜: i’ll call u after the date tmw

Jackie 💜: i’d get u to help me get ready before but ur gonna be sleeping til noon after drinking that much

Jackie 💜: wish me luck!!!! ilysm babyyyy

It’s at that moment that Jan bursts into tears.

She doesn’t know why she’s so angry at the thought of Jackie going out with Cody- it’s not like Jackie belongs to her. But in a way, she does. Jackie is hers. Jackie has been her best friend since middle school- she’s seen Jan through tears of pain and joy, she’s held Jan’s hands during pre-soccer game pep talks and pre-show encouragements. She’s held Jan close to her chest on some of her worst nights, and Jan has done the same for her. The thought of her best friend in someone else’s arms is almost too much to handle, and Jan sinks to the floor. Jackie is hers- not some stupid boy’s from English class.

Every time she thinks about stupid Cody and his stupid smile, it feels like another knife wound to her heart. She just wants to crawl into bed and be alone- not alone. She wants to be with Jackie. Jackie, the only person able to talk Jan down from her drunken meltdowns. Jackie, who is the only person that Jan would want to talk to about this, and is the only person she can’t.

Jackie. Her Jackie.

Jan falls asleep that night wearing a hoodie stolen from a certain brunette and with tear stains on her pillowcase.

[fletchphoenix]

Lingering Sweetness

Chapter 6 of the Varigo Coffee Shop AU! Sorry this is late, a lot of stuff has happened today, but I’m happy I at least had some time to write this! I say this every time but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT!!!! Now, on with the chapter!

Word Count - 3918

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  It didn’t take long for Eugene and Rapunzel to show up at the door, the rapping fists on the door interrupting the particularly heated make out session Hugo and Varian were only just starting to engage in. Hugo moved from where he was seated between Varian’s legs and made his way to the door, yawning as he unlocked the main door to the apartment. A purple blur passed him as soon as the door opened, instantly running and wrapping its arms around Varian, who had only just stumbled his way into the hallway. 

  “Varian, we were so worried about you all night!” Rapunzel cried, her fingers running through his hair and holding him as if he’d turn to dust if she let go of him. His arms proceeded to wrap around her to exchange the hug she’d initiated. “Oh, by the way, I’m Rapunzel and this is my fiance, Eugene. It’s a pleasure to meet you, uh…”

  “Hugo.” he stated quickly, confusing Varian. Why did he sound so tense? Oh. From over his sister’s shoulder, he could see the staring battle his boyfriend and brother were currently very invested in. He kinda figured it would be tense - but not THAT tense..he decided he had to do something to break up their battle as fast as he could. 

  “Guys, we need to talk.” he finally declared, swallowing thickly. The two men finished up their silent battle as they were led by the smaller boy into the quaint living room. He took a seat on the couch, taking his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him down to sit by him as Eugene and Rapunzel took a seat on the other, much to Eugene’s distaste. His hands shook as he kneaded them in his lap silently, his gaze on the floor. How could he start this? He knew what he wanted to tell his brother and sister but...he didn’t know how to word it whatsoever. 

  “I’m uh...does anyone want a drink?” Hugo asked, standing up awkwardly as everyone nodded in agreement. He scurried to the kitchen after getting the orders - coffee for him and Fitzherbert, green tea for Rapunzel and of course, a vanilla latte for Varian. Rapunzel was lucky he even had tea in proximity of his apartment - sometimes he drank it before bed to help with stress. Nonetheless, he began with preparing the drinks.

  Was it always going to be this tense between all of them? Eugene and his wife seemed like lovely people (well, as lovely as she could be after their first meeting has been Eugene yelling at his boyfriend), but they really didn’t hide their distaste with the situation. Maybe it was just him overthinking it all. After all, they were his boyfriend’s family and all he wanted was for them to like him. He bit his lip and sighed, finishing his work on the drinks and carrying them into the living room.

  “Thank you!” Rapunzel, ever the literal bundle of sunshine, called out as she graciously took her tea from Hugo and had a sip. “This is perfect!” she declared, shuffling back into her seat as an awkward silence preceded her words. Yet again, Varian was left to try and figure out everything he desperately wanted to say or more specifically, how to word it. He felt his breathing and heart rate quicken as the anxiety started to build. What if they didn’t like Hugo? What if he wasn’t allowed to see the other boy again? What if-What if-

  “I’m sorry.” Eugene’s voice echoed through the apartment, plain as day, as he looked over at his brother-in-law. “I was wrong to say no one can change - as me and you are prime examples of that. But you have to understand that I was so...scared of you being hurt since you didn’t show up to dinner, and I immediately assumed you were in danger. It didn’t help that your boyfriend just so happens to be a pickpocket, so it’s...kinda hard to let that slide.” 

  “Actually, redeemed pickpocket! I don’t do that anymore.” Hugo interjected, curling into himself as Eugene shot a glare in his direction. “Sorry.”

  “Anyway, what I was saying before I was oh so rudely interrupted .” He cast another glare in Hugo’s direction, prompting Varian to chuckle. “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. It wasn’t fair and...ridiculously hypocritical. So...I’m sorry.”

Varian rose to his feet, walking over to him and wrapping his arms around his brother in a tender embrace. He stepped back and locked eyes with Eugene. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left you in the dark about the sudden change of plans or just left the car like that. I should’ve handled it more maturely, but in the heat of the moment, I panicked and just did the first thing that came to mind. So Eugene..I forgive you, and I’m sorry too.” He finished with a smile, bringing Eugene back into the embrace they had previously started. They stood like that for a moment - just content to be in each other’s company, before Rapunzel broke the silence.

  “As cute as you two are, which is extremely by the way, your dad is worried sick so we should probably get you home.” she commented, standing and walking to Hugo. “Thank you for letting him stay here last night.” Hugo raised a hand to silence her, a smile on his face as he confirmed to her that it really wasn’t a problem and Varian was a pleasure to have in his company. He shot a wink in his boyfriend’s direction, relishing in the blush that formed on his cheeks and breaking out into laughter when the younger boy punched his arm.

  As they headed towards the door, Varian turned and quickly wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. His head rested on his chest, just below his chin, and his boyfriend pulled him flush against his chest. His locks were twirled around Hugo’s nimble fingers before he pulled out of the hug, gazing up at the man who looked at him with nothing but love in his eyes. He really didn’t want to leave him again, just wanting to relive the night before with the boy he loved, but he guessed things didn’t work that way. “I’m gonna miss you.” he forced out.

  “I’ll text you later, darling.” the blonde muttered, placing a tender kiss to his forehead after pushing his fringe out of his face. With one last embrace, Hugo headed downstairs with the others and leant in the doorway with a saddened smile as Varian walked away with Rapunzel. He was going to miss the boy so much. But wait. Upon closer examination, he only saw two heads. So where was...-a hand grasped his arm and pulled him aside in the doorway, brown eyes meeting his confused ones. Ah. So that’s where Eugene was. Interesting. The grip on his arm was akin to a clamp, making his arm go progressively more numb as it persisted. However, he had to make a good impression, he kept telling himself. “Can I help you, Fitzherbert?”

   “Okay first off it’s Eugene. Second of all, I’m sure you’re smart enough to know what I’m about to tell you...but if you break his heart, I will get you arrested for your previous crimes without remorse.” Eugene frowned, leaning forward and placing his hands on Hugo’s shoulders. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy, but Varian’s been through a lot. I would say ‘ hurt him and I’ll break your kneecaps’ but, to be honest..if you broke his heart, Varian would probably have that department covered on his own. The kid’s freakishly strong. Anyway. He’s just...he’s my little brother and I never want to see him broken-hearted over some stupid boy. Capiche?” 

  “Okay, Fitzherbert. I’ve got it loud and clear.” Hugo replied, rolling his eyes in response to the brunette’s rambling. A sigh of relief passed through his lips as the brunette finally stepped away and gave him some air. It wasn’t as tense as he thought it would be, if he was being honest...he thought the man would be more stern with him...oh well. At least it was over now!

  “Didn’t I just tell you to call me Eugene?” he commented, though the grin on his face told Hugo that Eugene didn’t really care. “Anyway, kid. Nice meeting you. Sorry we got off on the wrong foot.” He added before waving and walking away to the car, Hugo heading in the opposite direction to go back up to his apartment. 

  So! He’d just met the family! It went...better than he’d expected in all honesty. If Donella cared about his life other than school, she’d probably have given Varian a hard time. She was like a mother to him, if a mother was cold, uncaring and only kept you because you were smart and could make her more money. That was another thing. He’d have to make sure Donella and Varian never met. If Varian met that woman...boy howdy, that would be interesting. He pushed the thought away, unlocking the door to his apartment, ready to start his homework for today.

  Meanwhile, the raven haired boy moved into the back of the car (Eugene had called it ‘Maximus’ as soon as he got it, Varian finding it kind of dumb.) while Rapunzel took her seat on the passenger's side. They shut the doors once they were both settled, Rapunzel immediately turning back to face him with a smile.

  “So! Your boyfriend seems nice!” She began to say, leaning forwards in her chair as she spoke. “I mean, you sure know how to pick them! I saw all of the books he has are about engineering and all that, which is honestly very interesting. Also there’s an abnormal amount of green in there. Not that it’s a problem, but it’s just a random observation I made! You should invite him to dinner next week. Anyway, back to what I said, he seems really nice!” 

  “I..yeah. He is. He’s really sweet once you get to know him.” He added shyly, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. Hugo really was a sweet guy if he wanted to be - always checking on Varian after his classes and messaging him on a night to help him sleep better. Sure, he was confrontational with Nuru and LOVED to tease her, but he knew it was all in good fun. He loved the girl, really.

  “Tell me a little bit about him, then! I want to know all about how you two lovebirds met.” She giggled excitedly and looked directly at him with an eagerness he’d grown to love. Sometimes she could be such a hopeless romantic - but she just wanted everyone to find their new dream, as she put it. He didn’t get that, but he ignored that in favour of telling her the story of his and Hugo’s first meeting.

  “Well, I was walking back from my classes and there was a really bad snowstorm. At first I thought I could make it home before it got any worse, but after time I decided to duck into the first store I could find - a coffee shop. I took a seat at a booth by the window and Hugo came over asking to sit by me as every other table was full. I obliged and he bought me a drink to say thanks. We talked for hours about chemistry and engineering, until eventually he had to leave. But he wrote his number down on a napkin and when I got home, we texted all night! He even asked me out again for Thursday so, of course, I said yes.” 

  “On Thursday, we met up at the coffee shop again in the same booth and kept on talking and talking. Hell, Rapunzel, we almost kissed..and I think he just..he’s the loveliest guy in the world, well - to me he is..and I just desperately wish that you and Eugene like him too.” He finished, a soft smile on his face at the memories.

  Rapunzel bit her lip and smiled widely. “Varian, I’m happy you’ve found your dream, although you might wanna hide those before Eugene gets in the car if you want your boyfriend to survive this week.” she added, gesturing to Varian’s neck. He hastily pulled up the hood of Hugo’s hoodie and bit his lip, nodding in agreement just as the brunette got into the car. He desperately averted eye contact, finding the touch screen in the car VERY interesting in his embarrassed state. 

  “Alright kiddo. Let's get you back home.” Eugene uttered under his breath, starting the car and driving down the road. Varian averted his gaze to Hugo’s apartment building, committing it to memory as they slowly drove away. He wouldn’t mind living there with his boyfriend, he pondered, watching the building gradually get smaller and smaller till he could no longer see it. The apartment was scarily small, but that didn’t bother him. It was homey, and reflected Hugo’s personality so well with how it was laid out, organised and even decorated, a unique spin on every room, despite it all being mostly green. 

  He continued to stare out of the window as they drove, lost in thought. He’d never felt this way about anyone in his life before. He remembered Eugene used to say that as soon as he laid eyes on Rapunzel he knew he’d ‘found his new dream’, whatever that meant. But Varian was sure he’d felt a spark when him and Hugo met. Something strong. Was that what Eugene had been talking about? That he just knew he’d end up marrying Rapunzel one day? Either way, Varian knew that, whatever it was, he wanted more from Hugo. So much more.

  Twenty minutes later, the car had stopped and he opened the door. After shutting it, he trekked up the path to his house, jumping up the steps. He turned back, gazing at Rapunzel and Eugene, the pair giving him a reassuring thumbs up as he let out a deep breath and opened the door in front of him.

  Immediately, he was met with the sight of his father, his arms folded and a disappointed look on his face. He seemed to be furious despite his mostly neutral expression as he looked down at his son. Varian bit the inside of his chin. Looked like he wasn’t getting off the hook this time.

  “You’re grounded.” Quirin stated, point blanc. No sugar-coating, no ‘are-you-okay?’, none of that. Just straight up. Grounded. A frown crept his way onto his face as he stared up at his dad in silence. 

  “I-really, dad? You’re never even home to ground me!” He responded, rolling his eyes as he moved towards the staircase to head upstairs. The giant figure of his father blocked the way, stepping in front of it and grabbing his shoulders. 

  “You-Okay so, your mother left and I’m trying to support both of us, which we both knew would include me taking extra shifts! The one night I’m home this week, I get frantic calls from Rapunzel and Eugene telling me you weren’t around theirs for dinner - where I thought you were, and then hours later that you’d just-wandered off into the night! And you expect to not be punished for that?” He exclaimed, his stoic expression replaced with one of anger, gradually building up the more his son argued. “Who even is this boy anyway?” 

  “He’s just a friend alright? God, just-I’m sorry I wanted to spend time with friends instead of being here alone all night! I just wanted a damn break!”

  “Are you sure it’s ‘just a friend’? And what the hell is that on your neck?!” Quirin pulled the boy closer and his eyes widened when he saw the purple bruises scattered all over his son’s neck and throat. “‘Just a friend’? Care to explain how in the hell you got these then?” he gripped his son’s wrist in a harsh hold.

 “Let go of me, dad!” Varian stuttered out, tears threatening to roll down his cheeks.

  “No, Varian Ruddiger! You explain this to me right n-”

  “LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!” Varian screamed out as he shoved his dad aside into the wall and stormed up the stairs, slamming the door behind him and sitting at his desk. He groaned and rubbed his eyes to try and brush away the tears building in them. His dad was never around anyway so why the hell would he care what he was doing and who he was with? He was happy, goddamnit. And now he couldn’t go out and meet his boyfriend for god knows how long...he let out a frustrated groan and pulled out his phone, Ruddiger jumping to sit in his lap as he pressed on Hugo’s contact.

Varian : Heya. I’m officially grounded so...dates may have to wait 

Hugo : =(( 

Hugo : Bold of you to assume that’s gonna stop me from seeing my handsome boyfriend <3 

Varian : Im serious, Hugh. I don’t want you to get in trouble 

Hugo: mmmmmm okay then sweetie pie.

  Varian shut off his phone, placing it in a drawer in his desk and shutting it before resting his head on the desk. Oh well, at least now he had some time to start his chemistry homework. He reached into his bag and pulled out the various different sheets along with a textbook, likely weighing a tonne. He dropped it all onto the desk in front of him, opening it and skipping to the appropriate pages. With a deep sigh, he began to work.

  Sitting in his room alone and trying to do his homework was a particularly stressful task when all he could think about was how the blonde’s arms had wrapped around him the night before. How nice it had felt to be in his arms, how bitter his lips had tasted as they’d kissed...he just wanted to see the boy again. He was addictive. Everything about him was. From his laugh to the way he’d make Varian flush with even the slightest of touches. He needed to see that boy again. Just as that thought appeared, the sound of rocks clinking against his window broke him out of his trance. He strode over and saw Hugo, a wide smile on his face and a mass of pebbles in his arms. 

  “Hey hairstripe!” he called out, beginning to climb up the side of the wall - using the lattice his dad had installed countless years ago. Hastily, Varian opened the window and allowed his boyfriend to enter his room. “I know you’re gonna yell at me, but I had to see you again-” Hugo started, Varian kissing him to shut him up. 

  “My dad will kill you if he finds out you’re in here. I’m not even kidding.” Varian whispered, loud enough for the other boy to hear. Hugo seemingly didn’t care, lifting his boyfriend into the air and pushing him against the wall. He trailed kisses along his neck, leaving light bites as he did. Varian’s hand rose to his mouth, him biting it harshly to prevent himself from moaning. God, Hugo knew how to kiss. “Hugo, I’m being serious-”

  “Hi being serious, I’m Hugo.” he replied smugly, moving to place a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips as he cringed at the terrible joke. “Relax, Varian. He won’t know I’m here. And before you ask, Nuru let me know your address so I could surprise you. I just had to see you again, y’know?” he tilted his head cutely before placing his boyfriend on the floor and laying on his bed. “Nice place, by the way. Though, I’m seeing a distinctive lack of green..”

  “Oh shut up, green can’t be everyone’s color.” Varian rolled his eyes in response before joining his boyfriend on the bed, resting his head on his chest and tracing circles on it with his finger. This was nice - it being just them. He closed his eyes, content in the moment before Hugo stirred beside him. “What?”

  “You wanna talk about what happened with your dad, or is that a strictly ‘you-and-him’ kind of situation?” Hugo looked down at his boyfriend, an eyebrow quirked up with a concerned expression on his face. God, he loved this boy so much.

  “Well, he grounded me, as you know. And he saw my neck, no thanks to you.” Varian began. “He kinda...figured out we weren’t just ‘besties for life going and spending a night at one another’s apartment for a game of smash ultimate’” 

  “Yikes. Sounds like he thought you were looking for a different kind of smash.” Hugo joked, Varian’s face contorting into a look of utter betrayal as he stared at the boy above him. Never mind. He took it all back. The dad joke was hard enough to deal with, but this? This was crossing a line. 

  “Oh, shut up.” He muttered, rolling his eyes and trying to suppress a laugh at Hugo’s betrayed expression. He could be so funny sometimes. Only sometimes though. The thought made him chuckle slightly.

  Hugo retaliated by pulling Varian into his lap with a wicked smirk on his face, peaking Varian’s excitement. “How about you make me shut up, hairstripe?” He challenged as his fingers dug into Varian’s waist, only adding to the pure excitement he was feeling at the moment. Varian murmured ‘with pleasure’ before leaning down and locking lips with his boyfriend in a passionate and rough kiss.

  One of Hugo’s hands moved to the back of his head, the other squeezing Varian’s waist to ground him while he was on cloud nine. The younger boy’s hands rested on his boyfriend’s chest as he took in the taste of blueberry in the blonde’s mouth, exploring it contently. His hands twisted the cloth he was gripping, before they both let the kiss slow down, fading into small pecks on the lips and little giggles. 

  After a while, Hugo propped himself up on his elbows and gazed into the other boy’s eyes. He shook his head, seemingly to clear it before clearing his throat with a smile on his face. “I’m gonna give you a choice. So, we can either stay here for tonight..or I can take you out to where I originally intended.” he said, sitting up and looking down at Varian. His raven locks fell into his face, Hugo promptly fixing it by tucking that hair behind his ear. “I don’t mind either way.”

  Varian thought for a moment. A night out would get him into way more trouble. But only if he got caught. It was risky as hell too. What if they didn’t get back before Quirin went back to work? He glanced down at Hugo’s face again and smiled. It would be one hell of a risk, but he did wanna spend time with his boyfriend…screw it. What did he have left to lose?

  “Alright. Let’s go.” he decided, sitting up and packing his bag with essentials. With a nod of confirmation, they began their journey to leave the house. Hugo climbed out of the window before he did, Varian joining him soon after. As he reached the bottom of the lattice, Hugo grabbed his waist to steady him as he stumbled forward. A smirk appeared on the blonde’s face, barely visible in the low lighting they were now exposed to. He took a second to place a kiss to the taller boy’s lips before they both headed off into the night, hand in hand. 

[artificialqueens]

You've Got a Shot, Though (Gigi x Jackie) - Strawberry & Cobblestaubrey

Summary: Gigi Goode, Jackie’s sworn enemy.

Okay. Not sworn enemy. She wasn’t sure if Gigi even knew who she was. However, that didn’t stop Jackie from feeling something when Gigi was around. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but it must’ve been envy or jealousy. The blonde girl was rich, and beautiful, and Jackie felt drawn to her whenever she was around. Did she want to be Gigi Goode? That had to be it.

And it pissed her off.

Jackie runs for student council president. So why does Gigi freaking Goode have to, too?

A/N: Hi everyone!! Basically @cobblestaubrey and I wrote this together and posted it on AO3 and we decided to bring it over to AQ as well! It’s half serious and half crack fic if you’re into that, I hope you enjoy :)

“I’m just sick of people not taking me seriously. I mean, who cares about student council treasurer?” Jackie threw her hands in the air, continuing to pace around the emptying hallway.

Nicky furrowed her brows. “There’s a student council treasurer?”

“Yes! Me!”

Jackie had been treasurer since her freshman year of high school, yet no one seemed to know who she was. She had tried to put herself out there time and time again to no avail, and she was fed up with consistently failing at it.

Nicky at least had the decency to look sorry. “Oh… On purpose?”

“Yes, Nicky, thanks. A good friend you are.”

“Not what I meant!” Nicky held up her hands in defense. “I’m just wondering if you’re stuck there? Have you tried running for something else?”

Jackie had never thought about leaving her spot as treasurer. No one had ever tried to snatch it from her; it felt like she owned the position. Nicky was right, though, a change of pace could be what she needed. “I guess Vice President would be nice?”

“Mm. Not big enough,” Nicky responded almost immediately.

“But, the only other option is…”

Nicky smirked. “Exactly.”

“I can’t run for student council President!” She couldn’t believe what Nicky was suggesting. It would be a total long shot.

Shrugging, Nicky continued. “Why not? The position is open,” she leaned forward, nudging Jackie with her elbow. “We all know what happened to the last President.”

Jackie grimaced, remembering the fate of Dahlia, who had been President since freshman year. She had been popular and easily snagged the votes of every boy in the grade. The only problem was she had no idea how to be President and basically had faked it the entire time, until it all finally caught up to her. Her Vice President, Jaida, had ratted her out for fulfilling none of her presidential duties, and Dahlia had ‘stepped down’ before the student council could impeach her.

“Do you really think I could do it?” This would be a big decision; it would put Jackie way out of her comfort zone.

“Why wouldn’t you be able to? You’re smart, and you’ve - apparently - been in student council this whole time. You have the experience.”

Jackie couldn’t remember a time Nicky was so unabashedly supportive, but she couldn’t complain about being buttered up.

“I don’t know…”

Nicky pursed her lips, before speaking again. “How about this, I’ll be your advisor!” She could see Jackie was still not convinced, and continued on,  “I’ll tell you what to do, make sure you don’t make any of those stupid puns you like-”

“Stupid?”

“Yes, Jackie, they’re stupid, and no one’s gonna vote for you if you say them.”

Jackie sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll think about it, alright?”

“I think it would be… good for you.”

That sounded weird. “O-kay…”

“Well, I’m about to be late for cheer,” Nicky started, turning on her heel, before looking back at Jackie, “but definitely think it over.”

The conversation was definitely odd, but Jackie was too preoccupied with thinking about all of the things she could get done, and the power she would have if she were President.

Dahlia had never listened to any of her ideas. Jackie had spent so much time calculating how to reallocate money from their failing sports teams to the underfunded arts department, but Dahlia was failing ninth grade algebra in junior year and didn’t know how money worked.

On her way out of the school, towards the parking lot, Jackie had kept her eyes on the floor, and nearly ran into a wall. Stumbling backwards, trying to catch her balance, she got a good look at what was on the wall.

“No freaking way.”

Gigi Goode, Jackie’s sworn enemy.

Okay. Not sworn enemy. She wasn’t sure if Gigi even knew who she was. However, that didn’t stop Jackie from feeling something when Gigi was around. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but it must’ve been envy or jealousy. The blonde girl was rich, and beautiful, and Jackie felt drawn to her whenever she was around. Did she want to be Gigi Goode? That had to be it.

And it pissed her off.

Nicky did not have cheer practice that day. She wasn’t even wearing a cheerleading uniform - she wasn’t sure how Jackie missed that - but she was grateful for the brunette’s obliviousness.

Instead of going to the gym, Nicky headed down to the art wing, where Rock was. Walking inside one of the classrooms, she found Rock devouring a glue stick.

“What the fuck?”

“My mom didn’t pack me a snack and you took too long,” Rock spoke around the glue, continuing to munch on it as Nicky watched in horror.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I convinced Jackie to run.”

Rock’s eyes lit up, and she finally put the glue stick down, brushing her sticky hands on her pants. “Seriously?”

“It actually wasn’t that hard. Did you know she was treasurer?”

Rock sent her an exasperated look. “Yeah that’s the whole fucking point, Nicky, we talked about this.”

“I was a bit distracted,” Nicky smirked, giving Rock a once over, which made Rock roll her eyes.

“Slow down, Casanova, we have a different couple to get together first.”

Crossing her arms, Nicky raised an eyebrow. “How am I supposed to trust you when you eat glue sticks?”

“It was one time!”

“There are three empty glue sticks right there.”

Rock quickly shoved them off the desk, wincing as they clattered onto the floor. “No there aren’t. Anyway, you don’t have to trust me. Gigi Goode gets what she wants, and she wants Jackie.”

“Are you sure you two are even friends? How does this work?”

Rock scoffed. “I’ve known Gigi since she was in designer diapers. We go way back.”

“Suuuure.”

Rock rolled her eyes, and then got out of her seat. Walking over to the printer in the corner, she pulled out a large sheet of paper from the printer tray, and held it up for Nicky to see. “Now, come on, we have more of these posters to put up.”

Jackie had given in and signed up to run for President, and now she was sitting in the library, waiting for the first meeting. She had arrived twenty minutes before it was supposed to start, like she always had done.

A few students had taken residency in the chairs in front of her and behind her, but it wasn’t as many people as she originally thought. Her competition wasn’t too steep, either.

There was Jan, who had never won anything in her entire school career, and Scarlet, who was funny and personable, but couldn’t tell the difference between “President” and “precedent”. The others were no names who Jackie had never even seen in the library, and her confidence was on the rise.

Until Gigi Goode walked in, two minutes before the meeting started, and took a seat right next to Jackie.

Great. The last thing Jackie wanted was to have Gigi sit next to her.

Gigi sent her a soft smile, which Jackie pointedly ignored, crossing her arms and facing towards where the principal would begin speaking.

“So you’re running too?” Gigi asked, flashing her another smile.

“Uh, yeah. That’s why I’m here,” Jackie finally spoke to her, annoyed at Gigi’s ignorance.

Gigi looked firmly chastised, folding her hands in her lap and nodding. “Cool.”

Luckily for the blonde, the principal finally stood up to address the room, saving her from the awkward moment with Jackie.

“Alright, I assume you’re all here for the student council President position?”

Most everyone nodded at that, except for one student who got up and left.

The principal, after watching said student leave, turned back to the group. “Alrighty. Well, as you all know, being President means holding a lot of responsibility for not only yourself but your classmates and their time here…”

Jackie, having heard a similar speech before, began tuning the principal out, letting her eyes wander around the room.

Eventually, she was pulled out of her trance by Gigi, who elbowed her lightly. “Treasure her? I barely know her!”

Jackie flinched away from Gigi’s arm, sending the girl a glare. “What?”

“Treasurer, ‘treasure her’, get it?” Jackie stared blankly, causing Gigi to falter. “You’re the treasurer, right?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

Jackie couldn’t believe that Gigi was trying this hard to distract her. Shouldn’t Gigi be focusing on what the principal was saying, and not on Jackie?

She rolled her eyes. Gigi must’ve thought Jackie was real competition if she was willing to stoop so low. Jackie knew it was all a plan to get her in trouble, so she was trying her best to ignore all of the terrible puns Gigi was throwing at her.

By the end of the meeting, Gigi had finally stopped trying to speak to her, and Jackie was thankful for the silence so she could go back to zoning out. However, when everyone was dismissed, Jackie could see out of the corner of her eye that Gigi was still there, waiting.

“Well,” Gigi began, scratching the back of her neck. “Good luck!”

Jackie did her best to not react. “Thanks,” she muttered, slinging her backpack around her shoulder and leaving, barely avoiding a collision with Gigi’s shoulder.

Election season was now in full swing, and candidates were dropping like flies. Now the only two people left were Jackie and Gigi. Jackie was extremely confident that she was doing fairly well, as everyone she had asked said they would be voting for her.

Jackie had sauntered up to Nicky, leaning on the blonde’s locker as she always did in the morning, but Jackie wasn’t as tired as she usually was. Instead, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet. “How are the polls looking, Nicky?” Jackie asked, watching Nicky pull up the results on her phone. She had heard she had been doing better recently thanks to the few posters Nicky had made for her that hung around the halls, and couldn’t wait to see the polls.

The blonde skimmed the page, before looking up and smirking. “You’re up three percent.”

“Really?” Jackie grinned, trying to look over Nicky’s shoulder at her screen. “What’s my total?”

“Three percent.”

Jackie’s eyes went wide, searching Nicky’s face for the joke.

“What? But… Everyone said they’d be voting for me!”

Rolling her eyes, Nicky put her phone back into her pocket. She crossed her arms and raised a pointed eyebrow at Jackie. “You asked three people, and I was one of them.”

Jackie ignored her, shaking her head at herself. “How is this possible?”

Looking down the hallway, Jackie spotted Gigi talking to a girl Jackie recognized from her BC Calculus class. Wait, was Gigi handing her money?

Nicky had begun talking about something or another, but Jackie couldn’t be bothered to care. She had bigger problems right now. She stalked towards Gigi, ignoring Nicky’s calls behind her.

“Hey!” Jackie shouted when she was close enough to be sure Gigi would hear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh hey, Jackie,” Heidi, the girl next to Gigi, said, “Have you done the homework yet?”

“Um, yes, obviously I did the homework, but that’s not important right now,” Jackie flared her nostrils, giving Gigi a piercing glare. “Are you bribing her? Seriously?”

Gigi continued handing the girl the money, albeit slower, as if she assumed that if she was quiet enough, Jackie wouldn’t notice. “No.”

“I can see you, that is, like, fifteen dollars.”

“Actually, it’s twenty!” Gigi smirked. “And there’s no rule against it, the principal didn’t say I couldn’t bribe people!”

Putting her hands on her hips, Jackie scoffed. “Is this how you get through life, Gigi? Buying your way into anything you want?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be here right now,” Heidi said, looking between the two. She quickly pocketed the money and slipped out while the two other girls were busy staring each other down.

Gigi rolled her eyes. “Would you rather have me slander you? I’m sure I can pull up some sort of blackmail.”

“Good luck with that, I haven’t done anything remotely as bad as you have. I should be slandering you!”

“Oh, yeah,” Gigi crossed her arms, smirking, and Jackie knew this was bad news. “Freshman year, dress coded in the hall.”

Jackie sputtered, “that wasn’t my fault! It was the rampant sexism!”

“But the forty percent of undecided male voters might say otherwise.”

Jackie stopped in her tracks. “Really, forty percent?”

“Yeah, I think they hate women and don’t want to vote for one.”

“Well, they don’t have a choice.”

“Right? It’s actually ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Jackie nodded, before lowering her eyebrows and looking away. “Wait, no! I’m mad at you! You can’t blackmail me.”

With a flip of her hair, Gigi began to turn away. “Then I’ll keep bribing whoever I want.”

As she started to walk down the hall, Jackie called out, “You won’t win this way!”

“Are you serious, Jackie? Yes I will,” Gigi laughed, causing Jackie’s cheeks to burn at the sound. Whether it was from embarrassment or something else, Jackie wasn’t sure, but she was angry, and she wanted to win.

If there was one thing Nicky hated, it was being interrupted while kissing pretty girls in her bed, but if there was anything she hated more, it was how oblivious Jackie was to everything around her.

Rock pulled away, her forehead creased. “Why is your ringer so loud?”

Nicky rolled her eyes, pulling her phone out of her back pocket. “Shut up. This better be worth it.”

[jackie.cox] Gigi is SO annoying! She’s bribing people left and right, and has no qualifications, and she keeps… smirking at me!

“Well?” Rock leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse at Nicky’s phone.

“Definitely not worth it,” she muttered, “It’s Jackie, ranting about Gigi as always.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be her advisor?”

Nicky laughed, “Yes,” before sending a message back to Jackie.

[nickydoll69] u r dumb

[jackie.cox] ??? I have a 4.0 GPA ???

[nickydoll69] dumb

Nicky looked back up, raising an eyebrow at Rock. “Gigi is bribing people?”

“As her campaign’s financial advisor, I completely support this.”

“Well, Jackie’s having an aneurysm over it.”

“Lemme see,” Rock scooted off of Nicky’s lap to sit by her side, taking her phone. “Really? She’s mad at the smirking? That was like, the opposite of what Gigi wanted.”

“Gigi planned this?”

Rock shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, she said something about no girl being able to resist the ‘Goode Charm’,” she made air quotes with her fingers, “She’s ridiculous.”

“But is she wrong?” Nicky asked, showing Rock the newest text on her phone.

[jackie.cox] I hate her and her stupid smirk on her stupid pretty face!

“That sounds kinda gay, Jackie.” Rock commented, and then looked back at Nicky. “We’re getting somewhere.”

“No we are not,” Nicky scoffed, “It’s going to take her two years to realize she likes Gigi at this rate.”

“Trust me, if Gigi ups the ante, there’s no way Jackie can resist her.”

Sending a quick text back to Jackie, Nicky put her phone down and pulled Rock onto her lap. “This sounds fucking stupid.”

Rock simpered, leaning closer. “It is, but it’ll work.”

Jackie was still fuming by the time lunch rolled around the next day, but she tried to keep her cool, as she was with Nicky and Rock. Gigi’s table of rich, future socialites was only ten or so feet away, but Jackie tried to block the blonde’s voice out nonetheless.

“Have you guys seen the TikTok where-”

“No Rock, I have not seen whatever anime TikTok you’re about to describe,” Jackie pointed at Rock with her spork, before piercing one of the cubed peaches in front of her.

“And I have seen it, and probably hated it,” Nicky added. “I hate all of the TikToks you send me.”

“Even the-”

“Yes. Even that one.”

“You guys suck.” Rock pouted, picking up her Capri Sun. “I send you guys the best ones!”

Jackie was about to respond, a quip on the tip of her tongue, until she heard an obnoxious, loud male voice behind her.

“I don’t think gay people should be allowed to run for anything, let alone president…”

It wasn’t like Jackie hadn’t heard something like this before, but with her losing numbers in the poll, this only made her angrier.

Before she had the chance to turn around and begin degrading whoever had spoken, another voice rang out.

“Hey!”

Jackie watched as the boy who had spoken and his friend turned away from her, only to come face to face with Gigi Goode.

The blonde’s glares were usually cold, but this one was especially sharp. “Jackie being gay has nothing to do with why she’s going to lose!”

“Very nice, Gigi, very cool,” Jackie muttered to herself as she watched this go down.

“Because she’ll be losing to a lesbian, anyway.” Gigi stared the boy down, “how do you feel about that, Jake?”

Sputtering, Jake looked around the cafeteria where half of the student body had been watching. “But you’re so hot, you can’t like girls!”

“And why not?” Gigi cocked an eyebrow.

“Because!”

“Because…” Gigi leaned forward, urging him on, “You’re an idiot?”

“Yes!“ He said with his full chest, and then pulled back, scrunching up his brows, “Wait - no! What?”

A few spectators began to laugh, as well as Jake’s friend, who had backed up to put space in between them. Gigi smirked, taking in the crowd, before meeting Jake’s eyes once again. “Do you think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough, or should I keep going?”

He rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Whatever. Bitch.” He walked away, motioning for his friend to follow him.

Jackie swallowed, unsure what to think. She had been so rude to Gigi these last months, but Gigi had just stood up for her, and she was gay?

“Uh,” she started, inwardly cursing herself for sounding like a moron. Gigi turned to her expectantly. “Thanks.”

Gigi nodded once. “Yeah.” She turned away swiftly, giving Jackie no chance to say anything else.

When she swiveled back around to Nicky and Rock, the two appeared to have been listening with rapt attention. However, when they noticed she could see them again, they switched positions, looking anywhere but at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Rock asked, studying her lunchbox. “Nothing, we just - oh did my mom pack cookies? Sweet!”

“Wow, so cool Rock! No glue this time?” Nicky asked, her eyes way too wide and her excitement too over exaggerated.

Rock deflated at the comment. “I wish.”

“Uh… okay.” Jackie looked between the two, wondering what moment she had just interrupted.

Silence fell over the three, before Nicky spoke again. “So… That was really nice of Gigi.”

“And she’s gay,” Rock added, helping no one. Nicky kicked her underneath the table, which caused Rock to yelp.

“Yeah, that was really nice of her to come out to defend me,” Jackie shrugged.

“Yeah… it was… very kind of her to do that…” Nicky emphasized the thought, leaning forward in her seat.

It was really nice, Jackie thought to herself, twisting slightly in her chair to catch a glimpse at Gigi’s table. The blonde was laughing with her friends, her wavy hair going past her shoulders. Jackie let her eyes stay on Gigi for only a moment more, before she slid them back to the table. Maybe there were two sides to every story, and Jackie had written Gigi’s side without even getting to know her. She had stood up for Jackie, seemingly without a second thought, would Jackie have done the same? Of course, but… Jackie was a good person, right? Could Gigi be a good person, too?

Jackie was pulled out of her thoughts by the conversation Nicky and Rock were having at the other side of the table. “Do you think it’s working?” Rock had whispered, glancing between Nicky and Jackie.

“What are you two talking about?” Jackie asked, furrowing her brows.

Rock’s eyes went wide, before she stuttered out “Anime! Crunchyroll on mobile is so glitchy!” She gave a tense smile, and let out a high pitched, fake laugh.

“Right…”

Though she was still confused, Jackie wouldn’t let Gigi throw her off completely. It was almost the end of the election season, and Jackie knew her only way to reel in the undecided voters was to nail her speech. She had begun writing it, but had no direction. After what had just happened, an idea finally hit her.

By the time speeches rolled around, Jackie was filled with confidence. She was extremely proud of the speech she had prepared, she had been rehearsing it every single night and was ready to crush Gigi’s dreams of being President.

The two sat to the left of center stage in the auditorium where the speeches would take place. Their entire class trickled in slowly, making their way into the rows. As more and more piled in, Jackie’s anxiety rose. She could feel dozens of eyes on her. The principal began introducing the two candidates, redundantly, if Jackie had to say, and then gestured to Gigi to step up to the podium.

Gigi stood up swiftly, walking up to the stand, the clack of her heels echoing through the large room. All eyes were on her now, so Jackie could finally relax.

With bated breath, Gigi finally began her speech, dragging her eyes along the audience.

“Hey guys! My name is Gigi God, I mean Goode, fuck, I mean, not fuck, I mean, shit, I mean, hey!” She turned to the principal, cocking her head, “Am I allowed to keep going or am I suspended for that?”

He nodded, gesturing for her to continue.

“Cool. I decided to run for President because we need someone who can work! And I can, even though there’s a rumor that I can’t. Thanks, Dahlia. You wish you could be up here.”

“No I don’t,” a voice called out from the audience.

“Shut up, Dahlia. I hope that was Dahlia. Anyway, I am really good with an E, get it, Gigi Goode? Wow, funny, too? You guys are really gonna miss out if you don’t vote for me.”

Jackie watched in horror as Gigi’s speech devolved into absolute chaos. She had no idea where all of Gigi’s confidence came from, as it appeared as though she was an absolute moron when it came to public speaking.

“So, if you don’t vote for me, know you are not cool. You probably are a nerd and want to vote for Jackie for, I don’t know, longer Dungeons and Dragons meetings. Sorry Rock. Peace!”

With that, Gigi pulled away from the podium, and walked back to her seat, a smug smile on her face. “Beat that, Jackie.”

Jackie sent her an incredulous look. “I would be worried if I couldn’t.”

Letting out a deep breath, Jackie got up from her own seat, and walked to the center of the stage. She gripped the podium tightly, bending down slightly to speak into the microphone.

“Hello everyone. As you know, I am Jaqueline Cox, your treasurer, and, hopefully, your future president. I have the experience of being in the student council, and I am fully confident that I have what it takes to be the greatest President this school has ever had.” She took another breath, looking down to read the next line of her speech.

“Coming into high school was difficult, as it was for many of us. Figuring out who we are, who we want to be, who other people think we should be, it’s like we’re placed in a box before we even know how to break out. Now, look at us.” She tried to find a few familiar faces, smiling gently at Nicky and Rock, who were situated a few rows to the left. “Soon we’ll be going into the real world, where more boxes will be built around us, some less temporary than others. I want to help give each and every one of you the tools to break out of those boxes, regardless of how daunting it may seem.”

She had spent hours figuring out what her speech was going to be about, and hit several walls. However, thinking back through her own high school experience, it was not her intelligence or her drive that made her happy or successful, it was her bravery. It was her fearlessness in being herself. That was all she ever wanted for everyone else, as well.

“Because of my upbringing, my boxes were always so rigid, and I was always afraid to break out and be myself. But coming here, and seeing all of you, and finding out who I am, I’ve learned that the only way to live is to live truthfully. There is always going to be fear and danger in subverting expectations, but are you really living, if you aren’t you? Allowing diversity into our school, and allowing it to flourish, would be the best opportunity we would have to create a graduating class of unique individuals who are ready to break out of societal confines, and be exactly who we all want to be.”

Jackie scanned the audience, looking for any reactions. Everyone’s faces were blank, besides Crystal, who was sobbing in the front row and Gigi, who was staring intensely at Jackie.

“If you elect me as your president, I promise that I will fight each and every day to ensure that everyone gets to be themselves. There will be no fear in my hallways.”

Crystal stood up, starting to slowly clap, looking around and waiting for the other students to join in. They didn’t. She sat back down immediately, trying to pretend she didn’t embarrass herself in front of the entire student body.

“Um. Thank you,” Jackie spoke, shifting her eyes around the unreactive audience.

With that, she turned to go back to her seat. Gigi held up her hand for a high five, which Jackie stared at for a little too long, before slowly bringing her hand up to meet Gigi’s.

“And for our final announcement of the day, the new heads of Student Council…”

Jackie listened closely, tapping her sneaker on the cafeteria floor to keep her occupied. It was the end of the day, and after what felt like thirty activities and announcements, it was finally time to learn who had become the president. She had been in study hall for her last period, and with little homework to occupy herself, had been terribly anxious and snappy while waiting.

“Our Secretary is Widow Von Du…”

Jackie rolled her eyes. She had run unopposed, what was the point in announcing this?

“Our new treasurer is Brita Havea…”

At least some good had come out of this race, Brita would be a fantastic replacement, and she voted for Jackie.

The principal paused, which only acted to further annoy Jackie, and her tapping foot became incessant.  

“And our new President and Vice President are… Gigi Goode and Jackie Cox, respectively!”

What?

“ What? ”

What had happened? Had she been Thomas Jefferson’d? Why was she the Vice President?

“I’m sorry,” Nicky said, putting a hand on Jackie’s shoulder to console her. “Gigi’s speech was God awful, but it was the most human thing she has ever done. She won by a landslide.”

Jackie turned her head away, accidentally finding Gigi amongst the sea of students, across the room. She was clapping for herself. Jackie looked away quickly, because Gigi’s presence and her joy were making her upset. She gathered her things and started heading to the library. Once she got into the empty hallway, she heard footsteps behind her that followed her rhythm, but they were getting closer. After listening closely, Jackie could tell that it was no other than Gigi, the last person she wanted to see.

“Go away, Gigi.”

“I know you’re pissed but listen to me!”

Jackie continued walking towards the library, bunching her hands up at her sides. “Why should I listen?”

“Because!” Gigi sputtered.

“Amazing argument.”

The loud groan Gigi let out shocked Jackie for a second, before Gigi started speaking again. “I… might’ve… offered the school some things to have you be my Vice President, because I knew how much this meant to you!”

Jackie stopped in her tracks. She hated the fact that Gigi couldn’t seem to stop bribing people, but then again, that money could go towards a lot of the programs that desperately needed funding.

“Why would you do that for me?” She asked, staring at the linoleum floors under her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been nice to you.”

“Does it matter?” Gigi asked, putting her hand on Jackie’s shoulder to turn her around. “You can make it up to me,” Jackie furrowed her eyebrows; Gigi actually looked… nervous? The blonde put a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, looking down, before looking back up at Jackie. “I was planning on going bowling tonight, if you want to join me?”

“You were going bowling… alone?”

Gigi nodded fervently, “Yeah! To, um, celebrate my win!”

“…Alone?”

“No one else won the presidency, did they?”

Jackie chuckled, shaking her head. Gigi was a lot more than the bitchy front she put up in the past, and Jackie was actually enjoying getting to see this other side of her, in a weird, ironic way.

Jackie finally gave in, smiling despite herself. “You really bribed the school for me?”

“Yes!” Gigi laughed, and Jackie joined in, because the situation was ridiculous. “Go bowling with me?”

Jackie rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Sure, why not?”

“Great!”

There was a pause, before Jackie spoke again. “So, are you picking me up?”

“Um…” Gigi looked around, tapping her shoe on the floor pointedly. “You are aware I’m gay, right?”

Jackie took a mental step back. “What?”

“I can’t drive, Jackie, I’m gay.”

“Okay?”  Jackie was even more confused, now. “I’m gay too, and I can drive?”

“Yeah, but, you’re… sophisticated.”

Laughing, Jackie nodded. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll pick you up, just text me a time.”

“I don’t have your number, though?”

“DM me on Instagram,” Jackie said, giving Gigi another easy smile.

“Okay.” Gigi flashed her a toothy grin before turning around and heading back to the cafeteria to celebrate her win.

Jackie rolled her eyes, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

Clothes were strewn everywhere in Jackie’s room, covering her bed and desk. She couldn’t find a single, cohesive outfit she wanted to wear, but she had never cared before. What had changed?

Did Jackie… like Gigi? No, that couldn’t be possible, she had felt nothing but anger towards Gigi until recently. Everything Gigi did had made her mad, or confused, or nervous, or…

God damnit. She did like Gigi, but there was no way the blonde could feel the same way. Gigi was out of Jackie’s league, and she had no chance after she had been flat out rude to her the entire election season.

And now, they were hanging out, only because Gigi felt bad for her, and Jackie was going to be weird about it. Great. Gigi had done such a nice thing for her (ignoring the bribery), and even had offered up a friendship, and Jackie was going to ruin it by being a dumb lesbian.

It was less than thirty minutes until she was supposed to pick Gigi up, and having this crisis was not it. She looked over to her bed, where her phone was lying on her comforter, and wondered if it was too late to cancel. Sure, Gigi would be disappointed, but Jackie was not willing to put herself and her dignity through this.

She walked over to her bed, writing out what she would send to Gigi in her head (something along the lines of “Oh my God! I completely forgot that my mother wanted me to do xyz tonight, I’m so sorry!”), until she realized she had a notification from the other girl anyway.

[gigigoode] cant wait for tonight! this is the second thing im gonna beat u at today :)

Jackie laughed, despite how insulting that should have been. How was she supposed to cancel on her, when the blonde sounded so excited? Fuck it, she was going to have to put her feelings for Gigi on the back burner for tonight.

[jackie.cox] Jokes on you, I am a MASTER at bowling!

She wouldn’t say she was amazing at bowling, but she thought winning something against Gigi would help her shattered ego.

[gigigoode] :’(

Against her better judgement, Jackie decided to leave for Gigi’s early, in case she got lost. Gigi lived in a neighborhood she wasn’t entirely familiar with, so she was being prepared. She totally didn’t want to get there early on purpose.

However, when she finally arrived, she found herself overthinking everything. What if Gigi thought it was weird that she was early? But she couldn’t just sit in Gigi’s driveway like a stalker, that would be even weirder.

[gigigoode] are u at my house??

“Shit,” Jackie whispered, texting back a quick response before Gigi could think mean thoughts about her.

[jackie.cox] Yeah, sorry I overestimated the amount of time it took me to get here. Haha

[gigigoode] it’s okay just give me a minute and i’ll come on down :)

To Jackie’s relief, Gigi came out of her house only moments later, dressed in jean shorts and a striped blue button down, and it might have been the first time Jackie had seen her without heels, having swapped them out with a white pair of sneakers. It was the most dressed down Jackie had ever seen her, but it somehow only fueled her newly realized attraction. God damnit.

Although the car ride was a little awkward, and Jackie almost T-Boned someone because she got distracted by Gigi, they got there in one piece.

The bowling alley had a galaxy theme, with bright strobe lights flashing over the starry rugs and countertops. Children filled up almost every lane and every game that the arcade portion had to offer, throwing balls into gutters and stuffing their faces with pizza.

Jackie remembered being young without a care in the world, which was the exact opposite of how she felt right now, with Gigi’s hand brushing up against her own as they walked to the counter.

“I’m paying,” Gigi announced loudly, handing over her money to the gangly cashier, who was about as subtle in checking Gigi out as every other boy in their grade (which was not at all, ever). It annoyed Jackie, throwing a glare at the boy that she hoped he noticed.

They got their shoes from the counter, and headed off to their lane.

Jackie was feeling pretty confident after she found the perfect bowling ball, happy with the way her thumb wouldn’t get caught in it when she released it. However, after plugging in both of their names into the system, Gigi immediately bowled a spare.

As ‘SPARE’ played across the screen, Gigi did a celebratory dance, which Jackie found it boastful, but also cute at the same time, which she hated.

“You’re up,” Gigi looked back at Jackie as she walked towards their seats, smirking.

Jackie did pretty well, knocking over seven pins, having left two on the left and one on the right. She tried to hit the two on the left, but her ball ended up going straight through the middle of the lane.

“Oooh, not quite,” Gigi teased, walking up and grabbing her teal ball from the ball return. She took a few moments to align herself, sending her ball down the middle and knocking over all ten pins.

“Woo!” Gigi brought back the celebratory dance, stopping as soon as she saw Jackie’s face. “Uh…”

“It’s fine,” Jackie lied, standing up too straight.

She ended up knocking over another seven pins, which was still fine, but annoyed her further with how far behind she’d still be.

It was like Gigi picked up on Jackie’s irritation, because once it was her turn, she rolled a gutter ball.

“Oops! Silly me, I’m just too dainty to hold this heavy ball, it looks like!” Gigi pouted, letting her wrists bend down.

Jackie squinted and tilted her head. “Yeah…”

“I guess you’re gonna catch up…”

Jackie continued looking at her suspiciously, before shaking her head and getting up once more.

Gigi didn’t give up her act of pretending she couldn’t hold the ball, and Jackie ended up winning the game with a total of 73 points.

“Did you let me win?” Jackie finally asked, after watching Gigi manage to knock down one pin on her last go.

Gigi had the decency to look surprised. “Wha- I- Of course not! You’re just so good at bowling!”

“Do you want me to teach you, then? We can play another game.”

“Yeah! I’d love to.”

Every time Jackie would help Gigi hold the ball, she would feel Gigi lean into her touch. Surely Jackie was just imagining it, there was no reason for Gigi to want to do that. Despite her instruction, Gigi hadn’t been getting better, and had to keep asking for Jackie to repeat her instructions again and again.

That was, until the end, when Gigi finally got another strike. Her little dance came back once again, and Jackie found herself smiling at the blonde.

“Jackie! We did it!” She squealed, hopping off the platform to give Jackie the tightest hug.

“Yeah, we did. We’re a great team, I’m glad we were able to become such good friends after everything!”

She could feel Gigi still almost immediately, before pulling away from Jackie and giving her a cold stare. “Friends?”

Jackie swallowed. “Yeah? What else could we be-”

“I ask you to go bowling with me, and pay for it, and get you to ‘teach me’ how to bowl, even though I’m clearly better than you, and you call us friends?”

“Wait, so you were faking it?”

“Yes, Jackie, you idiot! So not the point!” She threw her hands up, balling them into fists and setting them back down to her sides. “I like you! I don’t know how to spell it out so you can finally figure it out, but I’ve had this massive crush on you for like a year!”

Jackie felt every word she wanted to say get lodged in her throat, watching Gigi grow angrier.

“And I thought you felt the same, because you said yes to this date!”

Jackie took a step back mentally. “This is a date?”

“‘This is a date?’” Gigi mocked her, “Of course it’s a date!” She let out a huff, closing her eyes and finally calming down. She spoke calmly, her voice sounding like it was on the verge of cracking. “Did you not want this to be a date?”

“No, I do! I just never thought you felt that way about me!”

Gigi laughed incredulously, shaking her head. “Seriously? I thought I was being totally obvious.”

Suddenly, a lot more of what had happened over the last few weeks made sense to Jackie. The reason why Gigi had sat next to her that day in the library, their arguments always being filled with tension that she couldn’t pinpoint, her own feelings towards Gigi. The way Gigi had always looked at her, intensely, and without shame.

“I’m not… the best at picking up on things…” She rubbed the back of her neck, her face beginning to burn. “I feel like an idiot now.”

“You should, honestly. I bribed the school for you to be the VP, and you thought absolutely nothing of it?”

Jackie rolled her eyes, trying not to let herself smile. “Way to make me feel better.”

Gigi grinned, leaning forward to nudge Jackie’s shoulder with her own. “Sorry, you’re just ridiculous.”

The two laughed, and Jackie felt all of the pressure of the night fall off her shoulders. She wasn’t sure what this would make the two of them, but for once, she couldn’t be bothered to care. She was having a good time, and she was having a good time with Gigi. “Yeah, but you like me.”

“You like me, and I bribe people.”

“Morals be damned in the name of high school crushes,” Jackie shrugged, laughing along with Gigi, before pressing her lips together. “Where does that leave us now?”

Gigi twisted her bowling shoe on the ground, quirking her mouth to the side. “I guess we could, you know, finish our date?”

Jackie could feel herself genuinely smile again, blushing under the strobe lights. “Well… I am positive I could kick your ass at the arcade games.”

Gigi smirked, leaning forward to grab Jackie’s hand, pulling her towards the Arcade. “You’re on.”

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Petals.

This one is dedicated to @nearly-memories 💕 Happy birthday, darling! Thank you for reading and commenting everything from the start...

Chapter 27: Goodbyes. (Part 1)

The air felt different. Draco didn’t like it. He had this undeniable hunch that something was meant to go to shit in the foreseeable future, and he was so scare that he started to say goodbye to everyone.

“Darling, you are scaring me. What’s wrong? Is it the Hanahaki?” Pansy asked with a worried tone. Draco shook his head.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you both.” He replied with a kind voice... Blaise didn’t believe him.

“Dragon. Stop. We still have time...”

Blaise said that because he knew, he was aware that Draco was leaving and he was not coming back. Much less with the few time he had left, he wasn’t about to spend it with his abusive father in the manor.

“This feels different. Just-“ He sighed. “Let me enjoy being with you as much as I can. Let’s not talk about it, but know that I’m going to miss you immensely.” And he pulled the both of them into a hug, tears started to come out of his eyes. “You do whatever you need to do to survive. Promise me.”

He felt Pansy resting her head on his chest, something wet started to stain his shirt... Her voice was so weak and pleading that Draco wanted to keep hugging her forever, just to make her feel a little better.

“That-... That goes to you as well. Do whatever you need to do Draco. You already have the death sentence, please try to have the option of being alive.”

Which was a very nice way of asking the blond boy to make Potter fall in love with him.

“I can’t promise you anything, I’ve been trying since I was eleven and it hasn’t work so far.” He said with a fun tone, trying to light up the mood.

The petit girl just took his face in her hands to force him to look at her.

“You haven’t. You were too afraid to do something about it, because of many reasons, one of them being your prick of a father.” She said determined. “I need you to forget about those reasons and just go for it. If we are lucky, we’ll see each other when this is all over.”

The tears were cursing down her cheeks; the other boy stood behind her with a sad look on his face.

“We’ll see each other at the end of this, one way or another.” Blaise said. “Let’s just hope that it’ll be in this realm.”

And they cried for a little longer, before planing what they were going to do that week. Draco was going to spend every minute, of every bloody day he had left, with them. He just wished it would be enough to say goodbye.

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Severus was in his office, revising some of the last essays that were handed in, when he saw Draco enter the room his eyes clouded with worried.

“Draco... Is something wrong?” He asked with a kind voice.

“I don’t know how this is going to work,especially with your particular situation...” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I just wanted you to know that I love you, Severus. I don’t know if we are going to see each other after the year is over, so I wanted to tell you.”

The man stood up and walked to where he was and pulled him into a hug. It wasn’t the first time that he hugged Draco, but this one felt different.

“I know. I love you too... I’m glad you have someone to take care of you. Even if it’s Potter and Black.” Draco smiled and then asked the most feared question on his mind.

“How long do you think we have?” His godfather stayed quiet for a few moments before responding.

“Not long.”

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The only good news about all of this was that he didn’t need to say goodbye to the Gryffindors. It was in moments like this when he was grateful of followed them to the ministry in fifth year.

One year with Hanahaki already, it could only go downhill from there.

He needed to say goodbye to Theo, though. He couldn’t find it in him, to be honest. He wanted the boy to defect and come with him... He was so sure that they could find a secure place for him to live alone and peaceful. And if not, Sirius and Mr. Potter would love Theodore, they had the same brilliant sense of humor.

He just needed to convince him, somehow.

He was walking towards the Room of Requirement in the seventh floor, he always needed to pass near the Gryffindor tower to get there. As he got closer, he started to hear Weasley talking.

“You can’t just do this, mate. What happened?”

There was no response; Draco started to walk towards the entrance of their common room. When he got there, the Golden Trio was standing next to the portrait.

“Harry, don’t ignore us. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us what’s wrong.”

“Hey.” Draco said with a hesitant tone.

The three of them turned to look at him. Potter seemed almost scare to see him, big green eyes looking at him. Then, the boy casually looked to the hallway that was the way towards the Room of Requirement.

“Draco... Hi. What are you doing here?” The boy asked. It was a dumb question, he already knew the answer. He didn’t want to fight, though. And every time the blond boy mentioned Theodore they ended up in an argument or an awkward silence.

“I was passing by and I heard you. Did something happen?” He asked curious. Clearly, something had happened because the boy looked like shit and the other two had worried faces on.

“Yes, ferret, Harry actually-“

“Nothing happened.” The boy cut Weasley short.

Everyone, except for the green-eyed boy frowned. The flowers inside of him were getting so angry and hurt, he needed to find Theodore before he started to have a coughing fit.

“Fine, have your little secrets. I have something better to do anyway.” He said in an aloof way and turned to walk off of there. He could swear he heard Potter mumbled something like: ‘someone to do seems more like it’. Draco didn’t have the energy to fight the prat who lived right now.

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It was weird, he was spending more time with Pansy and Blaise, trying to live as many things as he could with them before, well, everything.

It felt rather familiar to be watching the Golden Trio from his table, counting the times that Potter smiled... Which were like two, Draco was getting worried.

He didn’t see Potter with Ginevra anymore. He supposed that they evolved to be disgusting in private, as the adult and well behaved people did. But the boy seemed unhappy, and Draco did not like that, not in the least.

A paper crane flew to him, it had to be Theo’s, his mother used to teach them how to do origami and the charm to make them move... Draco took it in his hands and opened it.

‘Our bedroom tonight. Wear those indecent jeans that your cousin gave to you.’

Draco blushed terribly and put the note in his pocket. His face was Gryffindor red, he knew.

“Prince Charming?” Pansy asked with a smirk.

“Shut it, Pans.” He hissed as he took a sip from his tea.

When he looked again at the Gryffindor table, Potter was not there anymore.

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Draco knew that something was wrong since the moment that Theo entered the room.

They kissed and the blond boy knew that the boy was trying to tell him something with it. And with every touch it was more and more evident: he was saying goodbye.

Draco wanted to cry but he knew that it wouldn’t be good for either of them.

When they were done, they lay on the bed, looking at each other with kind eyes. Sometimes, Theo would look at his dark mark or hiss in pain.

It was calling for him, the blond boy was sure of it. He saw it with his father. Binding contract, worst than marriage, because you can’t divorce the Dark Lord... He is like this toxic husband that you either stay with or cheat on (like Severus did by putting his loyalties in the Order).

“I bought you this.” Theo said as he grabbed a chocolate bar from Honeydukes and gave it to Draco. It was his favorite. The boy smiled and kissed him on the lips.

“Don’t you want to eat it? You love that stuff.” He just shook his head.

And then the boy offered him some water, with an almost pleading tone in his voice.

‘Darling, do you think that I’m stupid?’

He pretended to drink the water, barely touched his lips, and Theo didn’t seemed to notice. He must had been so bloody nervous.

He was not dumb, so he pretended to fall sleep as well. After a while, he felt the brunette kissing him on the forehead before getting of the bed and putting his clothes on.

“I’m sorry.” He heard him whisper before closing the door behind him.

Fuck. He needed to stop him. Draco got up from the bed and changed with the same clothes that he had chosen to meet Theo that night. The ripped light-blue jeans with a plain white t-shirt. He grabbed his combat boots and marched off of there, wand in hand.

The castles was quiet, but not the kind of quiet that he loved... it was quiet because people was expecting something bad to happen. He tried to get up the stairs as fast as he could.

He couldn’t be seen, he couldn’t stop Theodore before it because he would get stupefied by him and that would be it. No, he needed to be smart about this. He took the short-cut to the Room of Requirement, the one that left him two hallways away from there.

He was so close, what the hell could he do? How could he stop him from doing this incredible stupid shit.

“Kid! What the hell are you doing here??” Mr. Potter hissed as he saw Draco walking by, furious. “Did every single one of you decided to be idiots tonight?”

Sirius was right behind him, putting a hand in his shoulder.

“James, again, we did worst at their age. At least this is for a good cause.”

“Shut up, Padfoot. This is a nightmare. Now I understand my parents, Merlin.”

The both of them were looking at Draco, he was actually speechless. Did everyone knew about Theodore trying to kill the bloody Headmaster?

“At least you drank the Felix felicis too, right?” Sirius asked. The blond boy just blinked.

“What?”

“The drops! Ginny said you all took some!” Mr Potter said with his very best indignant tone of voice.

“I- I gotta go to stop Theo.” Draco said as he started to walk again. “I don’t what the hell are you talking about, and I don’t care.”

He felt Mr. Potter grabbing him by the shoulders to stop him.

“Let me go! He can’t do this!”

“No, little cousin. Harry would kill us if we let you go over there without any protection.” Sirius said with a calm voice. Draco tried to free himself from the man’s arms but he couldn’t.

The noise of the fight started. The light from the spells were floating around, they saw Death Eaters running around the castle. Draco tightened the grip of his wand, tears started to appear in his eyes. He was so fucking useless, he could not stop him. Fuck.

“Well, well... look who we have here.”

That voice. Shit. The three of them turned around. Aunt Bella was looking at them with that vile smile on her face that Draco hated. Flashbacks of her trying to kill Sirius appeared on his mind.

He pushed his cousin behind him, and held his wand, ready for the fight.

“Now, Draco. Let’s not be hasty.” She said with her mouth fixed in a fake pout, before bursting into her maniac laughter.

“You touch them and I kill you.” He hissed back.

Mr. Potter tried to get closer but Bellatix fired a spell their way. Draco fired a Petrificus Totalus right back.

“You ungrateful brat. Cissy has been crying for you since last year.”

“Bombarda!” He casted at her. She moved so fast. She dodge the spell and pointed her wand at him again.

“Crucio!”

Unbearable pain. Everywhere. He heard Sirius and Mr. Potter screaming. They couldn’t fire anything her way because they could hit Draco in the process. His veins were on fire. Not the first time he felt it, though. His father loved to cast it for a minute or two when he was ‘disrespectful’.

Suddenly, everything was over. His aunt fell in the floor before him. He was falling right next to her, when someone caught him before hitting the ground. He blinked, slowly. He found worried hazel-eyes looking at him.

He tried to incorporate himself, cleaning some of the blood that was left in his mouth.

“How are you here?”

“The next- “ His voice came out rough. He tried to clear his throat. “The next time you want to drug me, do it in a more subtle way.”

“Little cousin! Are you alright?”

Draco just nodded and then he looked at Aunt Bella, lying on the floor. He raised his wand.

“Petrificus Totalus. Fucking lunatic.”

“Take him.” Theodore pleaded Sirius and Mr. Potter. They nodded and started to drag Draco away, the blond boy freed himself from his cousin’s hand.

“No!” And Then, he hugged the brunette so very tightly. Tears escaping from his eyes. “Come with us. Defect. I love you so much, please don’t do this.” He pleaded. Theodore just looked at him with kind eyes.

“I can’t. I can’t leave my father.”

And Draco started to cry even harder. He was ruining his entire life.

“Don’t make this any more difficult, Draco. Please.”

He looked at the boy. His eyes were so sad and conflicted. Draco just had to try. Maybe Theodore would hate him for this but he was running out of options.

He grabbed the hazel-eyed by the neck and put his mouth over his. He heard Mr. Potter and Sirius gasped behind them.

The kiss was passionate, raw, filled with need. ‘Run away with me please’.

Theo slowed down the pace of the kiss until they stopped. Their foreheads were touching, as the boy took a deep breath.

“That was goodbye.” He whispered so softly and kind. Draco felt so fucking useless. “Be safe.”

“You too.” Draco said, tears coursing down his cheeks.

He felt Sirius put his arm around him and guide him away from there. Draco felt so numb, he turned his head to look at Theo one more time.

The hazel eyed had his lips fixed in a fine line, when he saw Draco looking at him he mouthed:

‘I love you too’

And Draco started to cry again as he continued to walk away from him.

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[mysteryartisticwriter]

What’s Stopping You? // Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Oh look, an update or whatever. My procrastinating ass still hasn’t even finished the ones that were requested lmao. I’ll see what I can do tbh. But for now, have this.

Also, Peter and the reader will be 18 years old since Harley is 21 in Endgame because the reader needed to be legal so that Harley doesn’t really look like a pedo lmao

Reader - 18 years old

Peter - 18 years old

Harley - 21 years old

ENDGAME: TONY STARK LIVES AU

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BTW (FOR NOW)

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Cussing and a jealous Peter Parker ;))

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

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You remember meeting Harley in 2013 after your dad, Tony Stark, introduced the two of you. You didn’t have many friends at the time and you dad thought you and Harley would have worked out perfectly.

And you both did. Now, 2023 and the whole Thanos and snap thing had ended, everything seemed to be back to normal. Well, mostly.

When you came back and came to the battle against Thanos’ army, it was a lot to take in all at once. But once the battle was over, everyone was able to relax once more.

Natasha had been lost getting the soul stone with Clint, but a funeral had been made after the battle in her honor. You had loved Nat, she was practically your Aunt and when you first met her, you gave her the name of ‘Auntie Natie’. She loved it and thought of you as the child she could never had. You missed her dearly but without her sacrifice, the remaining Avengers wouldn’t have defeated Thanos.

Bruce, now known as Professor Hulk, had lost his right arm bringing everyone back. But you were forever grateful to him. Clint was now reunited with his snapped away family, but still distraught after losing his best friend. Steve had decided to go back and live the life Tony recommended him, being with Peggy. You supported him with his choice, but you knew Bucky and Sam would miss the old Captain America. Thor went with the Guardians to space and left ‘New Asgard’ in the hands of the new ruler, the Valkryie.

And your father, the famous Iron Man, Tony Stark had defeated Thanos by using the stones and snapping away him and his army. Luckily, he had survived but suffered the same fate as Bruce, losing his right arm. You’d rather have an armless father than none at all. He was extremely lucky but nonetheless, you were just happy to see him.

You and Peter Parker, known as Spiderman and your best friend since you met him in the first year at Midtown High as sophmores, were one of the people snapped away five years ago and now you were back as well as everyone else who was snapped.

Which comes to now, it was now a couple of weeks since then and Nat’s funeral, and your father was getting better, you met your little half sister Morgan (who you immediately fell in love with) and went to start college with Peter, Ned and MJ.

You and Peter had come back from checking out a few colleges that you might go to.

“Dad! Mom! I’m home!” You called out, throwing your keys on the table next to the front door.

“And I am also here!” Peter yelled after you, causing you both to laugh.

“(Y/n)!” You heard a little voice squeal out.

A grin formed onto your face as you kneeled and spread your arms for your little sister to jump into them. You spun Morgan around before attacking her with kisses on her cheeks and forehead.

Peter watched in admiration at the love you and your sister showed. It had only been a couple weeks and you were already wrapped around little Morgoona’s finger. He was too, but he could never match the love you two had.

Peter sighed internally, he’s been wanting to tell you how he felt since the moment you were being dusted away before him. How he urned to hold you in his arms too and kiss you. But you had been friends for four years, how could Peter ruin all of that just from his feelings? So he kept them all to himself.

“How’s my little gumball doing?” You asked Morgan after setting her down.

“Harley’s here! Harley’s here!” Morgan replied, jumping up and down in excitement.

Your grin only grew as you heard the name of your old best friend.

“Harley? Really? Then lead the way!” Morgan grabbed onto your hand and led you towards the couches, leaving a pouting Peter in the doorway.

Once you and Morgan got into the living room, you saw your dad, mom and a familiar brown/blond haired tall boy sitting on the couches facing away from you.

“Harley!” You said, joyfully.

Almost immediately, the said boy turned towards you and a smile broke out on his face.

“(Y/n) oh my god!” You then were tackled into a large bear hug by the boy.

Just then, Peter had walked into the room to see you hugging a random boy he hadn’t seen before. Jealousy bubbled in his chest as he saw the boy hold you, just like how Peter wanted to hold you in his arms.

Tony and Pepper saw the look on Peter’s face when he came in and smirked to each other. They knew the feelings he had for their daughter, although Tony was hesitant to agree to it, he realized Peter had the same look he himself had before he started to date Pepper.

Finally, you and Harley broke apart from the hug and smiled to each other.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” You said to him.

“You do realize it’s only been like two weeks, right?” You both broke out into laughter before you noticed your other best friend standing a few meters away from you two.

“Oh right! Peter, this is my old best friend, Harley! You remember him from Nat’s...funeral, right?” You were a bit hesitant to mention your Auntie’s funeral but Harley grabbed your hand in comfort when he heard your words grow soft.

Peter was not happy with this action but put on a face smile and held his hand out to Harley.

“Yeah...I remember you. I’m Peter Parker, (Y/n)’s best friend.” The brunette introduced, putting an emphasis on ‘best’.

Harley shook Peter’s hand and said:

“Harley Kenner, I am also (Y/n)’s best friend.” A few seconds of awkward silence went by before you broke it.

“Well...I don’t meant to be rude but, Harley, why are you here? I thought you went back home a while back?” You questioned.

Harley let go of Peter’s hand and turned to you.

“I did but I decided to come back for a couple weeks to help out with Tony. Besides, I couldn’t leave my best friend behind, could I?” Replied Harley, smirking in a casual way.

“Harley will be staying with us for a while until he can go back. But why don’t you guys talk while Tony and I make dinner.” Pepper cut in, getting up from the sofa and helping Tony.

“Can I go play outside?” Morgan asked, pointing to the play fort she made.

“Alright but be careful, don’t go any deeper into the woods.” Tony said. Morgan nodded.

“Can you come play with me, sissy?” The little girl asked.

“Okay but only for a little while.” Soon, you and Morgan were out the door, giggling.

It was just Tony, Harley and Peter in the living room and Peter still seemed to have the fake smile on his face but the ex-Avenger could see right through it.

“I’m gonna go help Pepper. Play nice boys, we just cleaned these floors.” Then Tony left to the kitchen, leaving the two boys in the room.

It was an awkward few minutes of nothing before Peter finally spoke up.

“Soooo....when did you meet (Y/n)?” The spiderboy questioned.

“When I was ten so maybe around 2013? But Tony was the one who introduced us, saying we would get along very well. Since I don’t live here, (Y/n) and I usually just call or text a lot.” Harley laughed at the memory.

“Yeah...Tony said that about me and (Y/n) too. But I met her in my sophomore year.” Peter’s jealousy only grew.

‘Okay so what if he’s known her longer? He lives in somewhere away from here so I shouldn’t worry about that, right??’ Peter thought to himself.

“Alright let’s cut to the chase. I saw the way you looked towards (N/n). You like her, don’t you?” Harley smirked at Peter’s shocked expression.

“W-well...I-I wouldn’t say I-I liked her....b-but she is very pretty and kind and smart...” Peter rambled on about his best friend and crush, making Harley’s smirk deepen.

“Aww...you don’t like her. You LOVE her. That’s adorable.” Harley almost laughed out loud when he saw the red face of Peter Parker.

“W-well what about you? Do you like (Y/n)?” Peter asked but dreaded the answer he didn’t want to hear.

Instead, a low chuckle escaped from the blond boy’s mouth.

“Nope. (Y/n) is my best friend, practically my sister so that would never work out. I love her, just not the way you do.” Harley’s words comforted Peter as he let out a sigh of relief out loud.

“Oh thank god-“

“But dude, you get jealous so easily that I can’t believe you two aren’t even together yet!” Harley exclaimed.

Peter almost faced palmed.

“Is it really that obvious?” Questioned Peter.

“Duh, I saw it, Tony saw it, Pepper saw it. Hell, I think even Morgan saw it!” The boys shared a laugh as Peter became less tense from Harley.

“I would have already asked her out by now but...so much has happened in the past month that it’s hard to find a good time to do so.” Peter said as he looked out the window to see you and Morgan play fighting.

You as the evil dragon and Morgan as the knight. It was an adorable sight and Peter found his eyes on you, your (h/c) hair seemed to glow more today and your (s/c) was smooth as a baby’s bottom. And most importantly, your bright and genuine smile was the cherry on top of your beauty. Peter Parker loved you. He just wished he could say it.

Harley looked to where Peter’s eyes were and saw the same sight that Peter was seeing, only he looked into Peter’s eyes and saw love, admiration and happiness.

“Well today might be a good time.” Harley said, interrupting the hero’s thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“Look at her, she’s happy, not really busy and there’s no battle happening right now is there?” Peter shook his head. “Then what’s stopping you right now?”

Peter looked at Harley then back to you. He was right, today would be a good time because there was nothing happening at the moment (besides you playing with Morgan). Peter took a deep breath and smiled as confidently as he could.

“You’re right.” Peter felt a hand go on his shoulder and saw Harley giving him a comforting grin.

“Go get her, Peter.”

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“Also if you hurt her, I’ll shoot you with my potato gun.”

“Wait what?”

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A/N: Lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my stories!

[marvel-random-shiz]

Parkner Halloween Week! Day One, October 25 - Ghosts, Haunted House “Are you afraid of the dark?”

“How do I look?” Peter spun around a few times in his living room to show off the white tee and jeans along with the small angelic wings perched on his back. Ned looked him up and down and clapped slowly,

“I’m glad you didn’t go with the devil, you’re too nice for that.” Ned commented with a chuckle earning a smack to the head as Peter passed him into the kitchen.

“I can be bad when I want to!” Peter whined and Ned just gave him the bullshit look before following him into the kitchen and leaning on the breakfast bar. Peter pulled himself up onto the bench and began to fiddle around with the halo he was attempting to attach to his head.

After watching Ned painfully attempt to put it on, Tony strutted into the room as he usually did and gave Peter a hand gesture to come closer, “here kid I gotcha.”

“Thanks Mr Stark.” Peter mumbled as Tony stepped back to examine the feathered and sparkly halo restraining Peter’s brown curls.

“What did I say about the Mr Stark thing?” Tony tutted and Peter shrugged and blushed a little,

“I like formalities.”

“Yeah well I don’t, it’s Tony or I’m kicking you out. Got it?” Tony gave Peter a pointed look and the teen nodded quickly not wanting to risk his place in the compound, “anyway Happy’s waiting out front for you two.”

“Aw yeah.” Ned beamed happily at the thought of leaving soon, not that he didn’t like Mr Stark but he really wanted to go to this party.

“All right, chop chop you two, no dilly dallying around. You know Happy’s tolerance levels.” Tony ushered Peter and Ned out the door.

“Thanks for everything Mr S- uh I mean Tony.” Peter quickly corrected himself and Tony grinned from ear to ear at finally getting through to the kid, talk about stubborn.

“Yeah yeah I know, have fun! But not too much fun if ya know what I mean?” Tony gave a wonky grin and wink to Peter as Ned had already left and Peter poked his tongue out in disgust.

“Don’t do anything I would do! Or in fact don’t do anything I wouldn’t do either!” Tony called as he waved from the front porch as Peter slid into the back seat beside an excited Ned.

“Y’know he’s pretty cool.” Ned broke the uncomfortable silence in the car and Peter raised his eyebrows gesturing for Ned to ellaborate, “like he really cares about you and trusts you. It’s pretty cool man.”

“Yeah I guess so, I think he’s pretty cool.” Peter replied and shrugged, trying to satisfy Ned’s rambling. It seemed to work because he didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride there.

“What exactly is it that you’re going to?” Happy asked as he pulled up out the front of a large house, much bigger than Ned’s or Peter’s, with disco lights streaming out and music thumping through the walls and down the streets.

“A party.” Ned grinned and slapped his hat on his head to complete his Darth Vader costume. It looked pretty radical too.

“Well no shit but what I meant was-“ Happy furrowed his brow and struggled to look for words making it very amusing to Peter who was often teased about his pauses between sentences and constant stutters, “will there be drinking and drugs?” Happy eventually finished with a flustered look on his face.

“Aw you care.” Peter mocked and Happy scoffed, “I don’t think there will be but you know me. I couldn’t deal with that sort of stuff anyway with...y’know my abilities.” Peter gave a not-so-sly wink at the end of his sentence making Happy groan and point to the door.

“Just have fun kids.” He mumbled and Peter and Ned exchanged an excited glance before jumping out the car and standing on the sidewalk to examine the party.

The two teens stood out the front for a few minutes, just evaluating it and working out if they should chicken out or not. The music was so loud Peter was sure he would have a sensory overload when he got inside but he needed to do this. He just needed to. Ned, being the great friend he is, was just waiting until Peter felt ready.

“I’m good.” Peter eventually nodded with a loud breath and Ned lifted his mask to examine Peter’s face properly to make sure he wasn’t bluffing.

“You sure man?”

“Yeah I’m sure. Let’s go do this!” Peter grinned and led Ned into the heart of the party. There were loads of new faces, definitely not from Midtown, and so many different costumes. Peter and Ned had to hold hands to weave past the bouncing elbows and drinks spilling everywhere. He wasn’t sure if they were alcoholic or not but it sure did look like it.

After at least ten minutes of rounds around the house they finally spotted MJ talking to some cute looking boy from another smart school.

“Hey MJ!” Ned beamed and waved as he and Peter tumbled into her line of sight. Her face instantly lit up a little and she flicked them the middle finger with a smile as they drew nearer. Before they reached her, Peter noticed her shove the masked boy away quickly with a blush.

“Hey losers, what took ya so long?” She greeted in her typical dry tone and Peter shrugged while trying to focus on her voice and not every single other one within a hundred metres of this house. His head was starting to spin and heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest but he breathed through it and focused on Ned and MJ’s breathing and heartbeats. It was comforting and grounding.

“There was a ton of traffic on the way here.” Ned yelled over the blaring music and constant chatter from around the house. MJ nodded and spun around to the drinks table behind her and handed Ned and Peter some kind of liquid in a plastic red party cup. They both exchanged a concerned glance before accepting and giving her a grateful smile knowing that neither of them would actually drink it. Not after the last time MJ convinced them to try her ‘masterpiece’.

The song suddenly changed and a booming, upbeat jam came on. Ned grinned and dragged his two friends onto the dance floor while they tried to break free of his grip. Once coming to terms with the fact that Ned wasn’t going to take no as an answer, a hesitant MJ and huffing Peter started to sway with the music along with their much too excited friend.

“I don’t like it.” MJ frowned at the jumping teens around her, wings, elbows and hats were being thrown around and shoved into one another as everyone danced to the song.

“You don’t like anything.” Peter pointed out while laughing and trying to ignore the growing throb in his forehead.

“I guess but I dislike this more than most things.” MJ shot daggers at Ned’s back who was talking to some girl in a red dress.

“Lighten up princess.” Peter chuckled and was nearly taken out by a drunk collapsing at his feet. The thud pounded in his ears on repeat, again and again. Soon it was taken over by his own pulse, drumming into his wrists and head.

“Shit you alright?” MJ asked, expression changing to sympathy for the first time ever, and Peter shook his head while taking it in his hands and stumbling through the crowd.

“I need air.” He mumbled, not really thinking that she couldn’t hear him. MJ tried to follow but was blocked by more people dancing and lost him in the crowd, she shrugged and assumed he wanted to be alone anyway.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut tight and slid down the wall of the hallway, dropping his head into his knees in an attempt to block the sound out a little. He focused on his breathing, in and out. His whole body felt dialled to eleven and the smallest touch of someone’s rough hand made him jump.

Peter looked up and his eyes locked with piercing blue ones. There was a tall teen, around his own age, with a sharp jawline and kind twinkle in his eye staring down at him. The sapphire blue eyes popped against the mix of blacks and reds from his devil costume and his dirty blonde curls fell loosely under the red devil horns on his head.

“‘M sorry man, I saw you were by yourself and wanted to check on ya. You alright?” The blue eyed boy had a kind tone to his voice which comforted Peter’s worries and he gave a short nod while biting his lip to stop it from trembling.

“I’m alright.” Peter croaked after the boy didn’t move. He had a soft gaze, not judging or unwelcome, but soft and comforting. The boys lips curved upright into a crooked grin and he gently offered his hand out.

“Wanna get some air?” The boy had a thick southern accent which made all of Peter’s insides melt. He felt the sounds around him fade away and calmed his breathing down while nodding and accepting the extended hand. The boy had a firm grip, his hand was rough and worn but grasped Peter’s gently as if he were made of glass and could break at the wrong touch.

The boy didn’t let go of Peter’s hand, just gestured his head to the front door and led Peter through the crowds of people and out into the cold night.

They walked for a few minutes in silence, still hands intertwined, which comforted Peter even more because he could feel the boy’s heartbeat thumping into his thumb which had been resting on the unknown teens wrist. They had been walking down along the footpath, the only sound was their feet crunching over the crystal like white snow littering the streets. Peter had been grateful that the other boy didn’t mention what happened back there, it would be much too difficult to explain it without exposing his identity.

“So what’s your name darl?” The blonde slipped his hand out of Peter’s and turned his head to face the brunette.

“Peter. Peter Parker.” Peter replied with a smile and could finally calm the buzzing in his head and look up from his feet. He felt the urge to grab the boy’s hand back but resisted knowing it would look odd.

“Peter.” The boy made a thinking face and pursed his lips before giving a friendly smile and adding, “I’m Harley Keener.”

“Where even are we?” Peter asked, moving past introductions knowing he would only make it awkward if he said something like ‘cool’ or ‘nice name’. The blonde, Harley, glanced up at the twinkling stars and breathed in the fresh night air.

“Well I didn’t originally have a plan because all I knew was you needed air.” He glanced down at Peter with a laugh in his eyes which made Peter’s stomach do flips.

“I- er yeah I- thank you.” Peter stammered and flushed a crimson, resembling the colour of Harley’s skin tight blouse.

“No problems.” Harley brushed off Peter’s nervousness and turned back to the sky, his eyes illuminating under its reflections and Peter literally saw stars in his eyes. His mouth grew dry and he didn’t know what to say, Harley smiled at his silence and looked ahead at the growing lights, “I ended up walking towards the new amusement park. Have you been?”

Peter shook his head and sighed, “No I’ve been really busy with school and...well other commitments and my friends are too chicken.”

Harley laughed and Peter instantly felt his breath hitch in his throat at the blondes angelic laugh. He was the definition of perfect. Everything about this new boy Harley was perfect, his perfect laugh, his perfect smile, perfect confidence and perfectly toned body.

“Well whaddaya say we go check it out?” Harley asked, southern accent drawling out with every word and Peter felt his entire face light up.

“Really? Would it even be open?” Peter frowned and then began to wonder if Harley meant breaking in and he knew he would be in lots of shit if Tony found out Peter, Spider-Man, had been breaking and entering just because he was with a cute boy. He would no doubt be grounded for life.

Harley seemed to notice the contortion on Peter’s face and laughed, “Hey don’t worry, it’s open I checked earlier because I was going to ditch the party anyway. You were just a bonus.”

Harley gave a flirty wink to Peter who felt his face heat up and he chuckled, “I’m a bonus? Why’s that?”

Harley frowned and glanced at Peter with his face scrunched up, Peter wanted to call the police because no one was allowed to be that cute when annoyed, no one.

“Seriously? That was such a good line and you just went all oblivious on me.” Harley laughed and Peter shrugged and felt his mouth open without permission,

“I’m sorry, I get nervous around cute boys.” He hadn’t realised he was actually saying it out loud until the words left his mouth and couldn’t be taken back, “fuck.”

“Cute boys eh?” Harley mocked and gave Peter a nudge in the shoulder while laughing. Peter felt his cheeks grow even hotter and knew they were most likely redder than Harley’s shirt now, lucky the night sky was like a blanket, covering and hiding all and any insecurities.

Harley didn’t say much after that but Peter didn’t mind, he was already nervous enough and didn’t want to have to talk much. They sat in a comfortable silence until they were standing outside of the buzzing amusement park. There were people bustling around with fairy floss and rides ten times as tall as the teens lining the sides of the large, dirt walkway.

“Wow.” Peter breathed out, in amazement and Harley smirked while they walked under the large clown archway,

“Wow indeed.”

The two began to wander in, avoiding getting lost in the crowd and Peter felt himself grinning for ear to ear and he couldn’t contain it. Harley was glancing up at all the rides and watching Peter get more and more excited the deeper they went in, until he spotted the one he’d been looking for.

“Let’s go to the haunted house!” Harley let his coolness fade away and looked just as excited as Peter had been while starting to make a break for the huge, cobwebbed building to the right of them.

“No way!” Peters jaw dropped and Harley stopped dead in his tracks to spin around,

“Don’t tell me you don’t like haunted houses.” Harley moaned and Peter scrunched his nose up in the most attractive way possible while letting out a laugh,

“What? No I love haunted houses, um I think? Well I’ve never actually been in one but it’s on my bucket list!” He skipped to keep up to Harley who let out a loud sigh and wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders.

“Good. I nearly had to leave you there, you’ll love it.” Harley smiled as they got closer and Peter saw the flicker of excitement a little boy had in his eyes. It was adorable.

“Cool, but I have one condition.” Peter stopped at the entrance ubruptly making Harley’s arm slip from his shoulders. Harley gave him a quizzical look and he grinned, “hold my hand if I get scared?”

Harley’s face twisted into a crooked grin and his eyes laughed, making Peter’s heart melt inside his chest again, “of course. Are you afraid of the dark?”

Peter bit his lip and shrugged, he honestly didn’t know anymore. When he was a boy he had been scared of the dark, his Uncle Ben had always been so gentle about it and always made sure he slept with a night light on. After Ben’s death, the fear of the dark and what lurked in it became worse, Yes Spider-Man worked in the dark but it was always different being Spider-Man to Peter Parker. He felt so much more exposed, vulnerable, when he was Peter and it brought back the little kid fear he never overcame.

Harley noticed the pause and Peter’s face grow a little darker so he gave a smile and reached his hand out to Peter’s. He clasped them together and Peter glanced down then back up at Harley and gave a small nod to say he was ready.

“If it’s too much, you’ll tell me won’t you darl?” Harley asked as he took the lead into the darkening hallway of the haunted house.

“Course.” Peter replied vaguely and felt Harley stop in front of him. Their hands were still together and the warmth from Harley was soaking into Peter’s shivering fingertips while he tried to make out the blonde’s thin figure ahead of him.

“Promise me.” Harley whispered and Peter felt him shift closer, Harley was gazing down into Peter’s chocolate brown eyes and searching for assurance while Peter was tracing his dark figure with his eyes.

“I promise.” Peter whispered back while looking up into Harley’s eyes. Harley gave a soft smile and spun back around to lead the way down the tunnel.

There were small jack o lanterns lighting the walls and giving an orange hazy glow onto Peter’s features as he took in the experience. It was definely more creepy than fighting bad guys in the middle of the night and that was saying something. Suddenly a loud creak from some contraption echoed in the fake wooden mine like hallway and Peter nearly jumped out of his skin. The hairs on his arms and back of his neck were standing up and his eyes were wide while his heart pounded in his chest.

“You alright?” Harley asked and turned to face Peter who swallowed and nodded quickly, “you’re a bad liar,” Harley laughed and gave Peter’s hand a squeeze.

“I’m alright, just freaky in here y’know?” Peter gave a half hearted laugh and allowed Harley to venture further into the maze of scary Halloween props. This was when he started to realise what the ‘trick’ in trick or treat meant.

As they turned the corner Peter caught a glimpse of the fake railway road on the floor in front of them but seconds after the lights flicked out suddenly. He held Harley’s hand like a lifeline and furrowed his brow while trying to make out the room in the pitch black.

The only sound in the room was Harley’s slow breathing and his heartbeat, thumping in rhythm to his own. Peter felt Harley shuffle across the floor a little and followed with their hands intertwined, he would admit the warmth of Harley’s fingers made it a little less scary.

“It’s alright, you doing okay Peter?” Harley whispered into the dark and Peter nodded while whispering a yes. They slowly stepped forward a few more steps until a loud clunk was heard and Harley’s hand was ripped away from Peter’s.

“Fuck.” Harley cursed into the darkness as he tripped over something on the floor and tried to look around for Peter. “Peter? You there?” Harley whispered and for the first time, started to feel a little scared.

“Harley? Where the fuck are- OW!” Peter started by whispering but it soon turned into a loud yell as he ran into something solid. A wall maybe? He couldn’t really tell.

“Hey hold still, I’ll find you. I just gotta-“ Harley assured gently as he pulled himself off the floor and squinted his eyes in the blackness, “talk to me Pete, I can’t find ya if I can hear ya.”

Harley heard a small snicker and moved towards it, “You aren’t from New York are you?” Peter asked into the darkness of the room and nearly had a heart attack when Harley whispered back from right in front of him.

“I’m from Tennessee, are you making fun of my accent Parker?” Harley smirked as he kneeled down to become eye level with the brunette in front of him. He couldn’t see him but he knew he was there.

Peter felt Harley’s warm breath on his face and his stomach started to grow butterflies at the closeness of their faces. Harley didn’t seem to mind because he dropped to his knees and leaned closer, “I’m not making fun of anyone.” Peter whispered with a smirk and Harley made a hum of disapproval.

“Well if you’re not making fun of it, then the only other reason would be that you find it attractive.” Harley bit his lip as he leaned even closer, his lips were just centimetres from Peter’s and if he moved any closer...

Peter felt his back push against the cold wall behind him yet he didn’t feel cold. He felt warmer than he had ever been before, he could feel Harley’s breath on his face as his own breath hitched in his throat and he whispered, “I can’t deny that one Keener.”

Harley waited for a few moments as he drew closer, he didn’t want to pressure him but when Peter didn’t pull back he closed the distance. As soon as his lips pressed against Peter’s he felt his heart flutter and body relax into Peter’s warmth.

Peter’s hands flew up in instinct and glided through Harley’s blonde hair, brushing the devil horns still neatly perched on the top of his head and Harley pushed his chest against Peter’s while leaning right into the kiss.

Harley pulled back to catch his breath and leaned his forehead against Peter’s while smiling and puffing. Peter felt his lips go numb from the pressure and was about to lean in again when the lights blared back on and lit up their sweaty faces.

Both boys grinned while glancing up at the lights then to one another, Harley now sitting on Peter’s lap as he sat against the wall where he fell. Harley glanced back into Peter’s glowing brown eyes and closed his own as he pushed his lips back against the brunette’s.

[valkerymillenia]

Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 3

Next!

Again, live blogging and posting my reactions all in one post to avoid spamming.

This post got accidentally deleted yesterday so I had to write or all again (twice!)

Oh, starting with a Klaus and Ben 1960 flashback! Ah, Klaus... You have no shame. Let my baby eat though!

Lol "Chanel". Boy knows his fashion, of course.

And there's Boney M playing!

You can practically read his mind when he sees that diamond. Sugar momma alert! 😆

Damn, loving the black outfit, very sexy.

LEVITATING KLAUS WAS BEN LIFTING HIM UP! Seems that one crack theory on the fandom was right 🤣

Ben's face though 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

These two are the best combo. I love them.

61, Baja, NM. Traveling hippie commune.

Is Klaus still sober? He refuses a joint here so I'm inclined to believe that he is but he isn't acting very sober... Then again that might be an act, just him embracing the hippy life.

CALLED IT!!! BEN FALLS IN LOVE, DOESN'T HE?! I FUCKING CALLED IT IN EP 1!

62, Varanasi, India. The river scene from the promos. Yeah, I called this one too. Klaus is already looking seriously uncomfortable and realizing this is getting out of hand.

63, San Francisco. Poor Klaus is practically suffocating under all the touching and nobody respects his space or his words.

Destiny's Children! 🤣 You are such a 90s kid, Klaus.

Run away, Klaus! Run! Escape the crazies.

Ok, let me paused to write out a thought...

So a lot of people were worried about the cult thing and Klaus's intentions but it's clear he had no malicious intentions at all. He charmed and impressed some people for survival purposes and thrived, he enjoyed the love and attention at first and the cult just grew around around him organically whether he liked it or not, more a hippy cult of personality then a religious sect, but at some point he saw that it had gone too far, the pressure and expectation became too much and he realized he'd bitten more than he can chew.

It's actually rather sad how he just wants to escape but the cultists objectify him to all hell, he has no privacy or personal space. The problem with Klaus is that he doesn't do anything mildly, he always goes too big until he's drowning. Boy is already self-sabotaging and I'm sure he's going to start self-destructing very soon as well.

End of thought. Clicking play again.

Ouch! Poor Diego 😰 Lila, that is not how you cauterize a stab wound...

"what happened?" -your dear daddy stabbed you, dude.

Did she really need to strip him so thoroughly? 😏 Yes, yes, she did.

Well, at least she's not sewing you up, Diego. No needles, yay.

"oh, he isn't dead." "Disappointed?" "To see you? Always 😊" -did I mention I love Five's sass? I did? Well, I do.

Old family friend 😆

"you don't untie him?" "Was I supposed to?" Oh Lila, you're adorable, poor Elliot.

Vanya, that is suspicious as hell, just mow down that weirdo!

Ok, good instincts but too slow.

Run, girl, run!

Got to admit, these Swedes are good battle strategy, they are surrounding her surprisingly well.

Is this were the badass Vanya promo was from? Show me badass Vanya, please.

BADASS VANYA! 💖

Ooooooh, very smart, Five!!!

One of the machines though? What are the others for? I'm curious.

Plano Street Rooming House for Solitary Men? That's real depressing, Luther.

It's the "the end is nigh" guy the same that was screaming with Luther in ep 1?

King Kong! Not sure if cute or rude af...

Ahahahah! Luther literally STUMBLING on "Allison" and then acting like an awkward Steve Rogers when the kids call him out 😆 Boy, when will you realize that your obsession is creepy?

Honestly, ALL the Hargreeves siblings can be divided into two categories- sweet awkward dork or sass king/queen, there is no in-between (but Diego and Klaus get to be both).

Convenient that Vanya would just sit there and wait to be found by Five but ok.

"I have a brother?" -honey, you have five (pun fully intended)

IKEA MAFIA! 😂

Nice crop circle, Vanya.

Five just rolls with the amnesia, huh? Doesn't even question it. Ok, then.

Why is Ruby, notorious mobster, sewing sequins? It's it for the dog? I bet, it's for the dog.

"Hargreeves. She your ex?" *Cue Luther's super awkward fumbling* "S-Sorta...Y-Yeah. Sure." - big boy, this is the point where you realize how creepy your crush on your own sister is, time to reevaluate.

KLAUS AND ALLISON REUNION! THEY ARE SO CUTE! 😭💜

Honestly, I need more Klaus and Allison interactions. They have so much bff potential.

*le gasp* "oh, you're married?" 😲 -yes, Klaus, you met him.

"dicks, drugs, debutants. My holy trinity" -ok so everything Klaus says should be taken with a grain of salt but does Klaus still do drugs or not? Considering the evolution of his powers with Ben I'd say no, but we aren't seeing other ghosts harassing him so... Hmm, I need confirmation.

"alternative spiritual community" my ass

Ah, Allison falls into the sass queen category.

Allison can have a little PTSD, as a treat. 😢

Those shoes! Hi, Handler.

Those shoes really are her signature by now. Those heels could kill a man.

Handler as a brunette...? She looks good but I like her bleach blonde.

What did she say to make that boy pee himself?? Damn, Handler, no wonder your kid is a mess.

These dudes need to start listening to my girl Allison, instead of following her husband like puppies.

Great speech, girl! ✊

What is up with that sandwich???

Oh wait, it's Ben right? Klaus is using his powers to get Ray out of jail, isn't he?

Yup, of course he is.

Ben being all sassy and cocky about it gives me life.

"high places" - 😆

Poor Ray, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.

"family barbecues are about to get reeeeeeeal weird" - I'd actually like to see that.

"leave the pot, dear" - you're such an old man, Five.

"any questions?" Five, if be worried if she DIDN'T have questions after all that.

"asteroid impact" -aww 💜 you really do care for her feelings, Five... But you have to tell her the truth sooner or later.

Harlan likes classical music, huh? Good thing he knows a good violinist.

Harlan and Sissy... 😭 My poor heart.

Ouch! What is wrong with you, Lila? You're right but what is wrong with you?

"I can't believe I got shanked by my own father" - can't you, Diego? Really? After everything else that man did to you and your siblings?

"man to man, that son of bitch wouldn't stand a chance" - yeah, he would, he taught you all you know, boy

Not sure if Lila's story is true or not but... I still have that one theory that she was born on October, 1989...

"I don't understand you!!!" - ahah, poor Diego 🤣

Really? Right in front of Elliot's tuna mold?

Man, Handler is really obsessed with Five...

Oh, Luther, you giant puppy...

This is so AWKWARD!

Bonbons, Luther? Really?

Ok, this small talk is even MORE AWKWARD! It physically hurts to listen to this.

The pain in his face and voice when Luther goes "S-so great" 😭

boy, this is the moment you realize it's time to move on, you're not isolated teenagers in a dysfunctional home anymore, let her be your sister and find love elsewhere.

The sit in!

"seven languages" sassy, sassy, I love her.

YOUNG DAVE!

Oh no... Klaus, no, baby... Oh, this is painful.

Ben, don't be mean, let your brothe have this.

What kind of gay man doesn't know what eggshell is? 😆

"is this considered stalking? 'cause I think you're stalking now" - well, BEN, following your brother 24/7 for 15 years can also be considered stalking

Oh no, Vietnam flashbacks... Poor Klaus 😭😭😭

"Vietnam fling"? Ben, you know it wasn't just a fling! Stop being mean.

Aw, Klaus just wants to save Dave... He's willing to sacrifice their relationship to save Dave's life... 😭😭😭

I know Ben is just worried but he could be less mean...

Damn, this sit in thing is really upsetting...

Why is Ray being weird? Is he suspicious of Luther and Alison's relationship? Or is he just unhappy that Allison kept secrets about her family?

Oh Luther, no... Self-harm by proxy is not going to make you feel better.

Oh, motherfucker! That coffee thing was such an asshole move!

Shit, this scene is so well written, the way something so small is making the whole protest escalate to all hell... The police brutality, the parallels with recent events... Disturbing and brilliant and deeply relevant!

Yes! Rumor that motherfucker, Allison!

Oh no, don't be scared of your wife, Ray! Don't be suspicious!

Poor Allison... 😢

Oh Luther, you dumbass... 😢

Lila going to meet mommy, huh?

Oh, she's still wearing Diego's bracelet. Cute.

I know this scene between Handler and Lila was supposed to be a shocking plot twist but after David Castañeda's interview slip up, I already knew.

Still, an excellent scene and very cool surprise.

Like I said before, I really like Lila, I don't trust her AT ALL but I like her.

...

THIS WAS SUCH AN EMOTIONAL EPISODE... Again.

My god, this show gives me life.

[jordswriteswords]

Clextober19: Fall Festivities

Back to school was the favourite time of year for most. Parents were overjoyed that their children would be supervised while they were working; children were overjoyed the see their friends again; teachers were overjoyed to… well, they were overjoyed for the weekends.

Madi, on the other hand, hated back to school. Being a half witch meant she had half the human antibodies, and half the witch antibodies, therefore, she was in for a whole dose of unrelenting colds during the first two months. She would get sick at least twice in that short amount of time, causing her to miss a lot of school and a lot of the time that children spent making and solidifying their friendships.

But, she couldn't go to school. Not when her nose was stuffy and running and she was sniffling and sneezing and turning her mother into an elephant, blowing her Aunt Raven up like fireworks, and sending her mama into the desert and back again in a wiggle of her nose.

But Ms. Indra insisted that she be present for the first field trip of the year. The kids were going to the apple farm, after all, and Lexa had volunteered as the class chaperone.

In hindsight, Madi should have known that her class would have been more interested in Lexa and her superstar status than the actual field trip. Even as the ten year old curled up in her mama’s shoulder, she was still having to deal with boys and girls interrupting to get a picture with her mama or ask for her autograph.

Madi sucked down the hot tea that her mama had packed in her travel mug, a blend of echinacea and magical herbs to fight off both sides of the cold virus. It relieved the aches and pains, and most importantly, stopped the sniffles for the time being.

The class wandered through the apple farm for a majority of the day, getting lost in corn mazes, learning how to bale hay for the animals, petting tiny lambs in the petting zoo, and drinking warm cups of apple cider and eating apple pie.

Madi had made it throughout most of the day without mishap aside from sneezing and blowing her mom across the corn field. Lexa snapped her fingers and fixed the holes that were created before anyone had noticed, though.

The last part of the trip was the horse rides around the farm. Each child in the class took a turn on one of the ten horses for a tour of the entire farm.

Madi brushed her hand along the nose of a chocolate pony. “Hey. Your name is Ryder. It’s cute.”

The horse stomped it's foot in the mud and shook it's head up and down. “I think my handler was a punny guy.”

Madi chuckled. “That’s actually funny.”

The horse took a step back. “No way you can understand me.”

Madi smiled up at the big nose, lifting her hands in deference like her mama had taught her to approach animals. “Duh. You speak English. You just have a weird accent.”

The horse neighed, catching Lexa’s attention. and she took a quick picture of her daughter smiling up at the giant and sent it off to her wife.

Ryder bowed his head and said, “Well I’ll be, aren't you just a smart lil cookie. Hey Cleatus! Lookie o’er here! We got us our own Dr. Doohickey!”

“Dr. Doolittle,” Madi corrected, and Ryder huffed at her.

A black stallion galloped over towards them and sniffed Madi’s neck. “She smells like apples. I love apples!”

She giggled at the contact, and pulled an apple out of her pocket, holding it out for Cleatus.

“You can hear us?” Cleatus asked.

Madi nodded and giggled more when he stepped right into her space, his giant eyeball looking into hers.

A white mare saddled up to Madi shortly after, nudging her bum with her nose.

“Ponyelope,” Ryder scolded. “She’s a good one.”

They were interrupted by the sounds of her classmate yelling. “Look at this weirdo!” Josephine Lightborne pointed at Madi, who was surrounded by horses. “She can’t make real friends so she hangs out with animals!”

Madi’s classmates pointed and laughed, and Lexa had to squeeze her hands together to stop them from snapping and giving all the ten year olds wedgies. But, if Josephine ended up stepping in a suddenly appearing cow-pie, Lexa was none the wiser.

“Don’t mind them, darlin’” Ryder consoled. “Let’s just go on a good ol’ fashioned ride. That’ll cheer ya’up, I promise,” he neighed.

Madi sighed, but smiled when Ryder rubbed his nose against her cheek. Ryder took off at a slow cadence once Madi climbed aboard, describing all the parts of the farm to her. He wandered as far away from the rest of the group as he could without drawing suspicion to point out the magical flowers in the fields and the magical animals that could only be seen by those with abilities.

The path wound around and through the pumpkin fields, and Madi tensed. "I'm allergic to pumpkins!" She hissed to the horse.

Ryder slowed his trot, but the cowboy handler that was leading the group circled around and forced him to carry on.

Her nose tickled, and she looked over to Lexa with fear in her eyes. She clutched at Ryder’s fur, and her heels dug into his sides.

"I'm trying, I'm trying," Ryder said, trying to console his rider. He tried to move faster, but his handler wasn't letting him, tired of his antics.

Madi sneezed and all hell broke loose.

She had turned the pumpkin patch into a giant, living creatures that scared Josephine's horse into bucking with her still on. She fell off the back of the horse and straight into the mud with a scream.

The rest of the horses followed suit, kicking and bucking their riders off so they could free themselves.

"Whoa, whoa!" The handlers tried, but the terrified animals wouldn't heed. The animals kicked and whined, and started to run off.

"What did I do?" Madi questioned, her voice shaky with sadness.

Ryder didn’t buck his rider off; however. He took off with Madi on his back, straight to the rest of the now free horses. All the horses had run about a hundred yards from the scare and we're circling the ground, huffing angrily.

"What was that?"

"I'll kill it!"

"I hate pumpkins!"

"Fight back!"

Madi jumped off the horse and approached the pack with her hands up. "Whoa, whoa," The horses were frazzled and frightened. "I know you're all scared. It's okay, it's my fault."

"Kill the girl!" One horse yelled, neighing and rearing back on its hind legs. Ryder moved in front of her. "Calm down, Otis, she's just a girl!"

"It was an accident!" Madi pleaded. "It was an accident. I can't control my powers."

"She scared us!"

"But we're fine!" Ryder said.

"Let's just all calm down," Madi said. "I'm sorry I scared you. I won't let it happen again."

The horses huffed and sneezed, but Madi wouldn’t move from the middle of the pack.

"Madi, no!" Her teacher called.

"Wait, wait," Lexa said, grabbing the teacher and stopping them from interfering. “They’re calming down.”

“Please, just come back to your owners. I promise, no more magic. No more pumpkins.”

Ponyelope looked around, her ears twitching with nerves.

“Please,” Madi breathed.

Ponyelope took one step, then two, then moved right past Madi and headed towards the handlers. The rest of the horses followed, and Ryder pressed his big head into Madi’s chest. She laughed and hugged his nose.

The class looked on as Madi corralled the horses and got them to follow her back to the handlers.

"How did you do that?" Aden asked when she got back.

Madi just shrugged.

"It's because - it's because she's a weirdo!" Josephine said, covered from head to toe in mud. "She doesn't have any friends so she talks to animals, and even they don't listen to her!"

A few of her classmates laughed at Madi, whose cheeks became warm with embarrassment. She ran back to the bus, and Lexa trailed after her.

"Hey, shut up!" Aden Forrest, they typically shy and well mannered boy, yelled. "She saved your life, Josephine! She saved all of us from getting really hurt!"

***

"Mads?" Lexa asked, slowly sitting next to her daughter on the large seat of the deserted bus.

The only sound was a sniffle, and then Lexa felt the soft flutter of snowflakes cascading onto her head.

"I hate this," Madi whispered. "I hate having magic! I hate being human! I hate that I'm just a weird half-thing!" The sound of her voice grew louder until she shouted at her mama. She turned and punched the seat in front of them as tears poured from her eyes.

"I'm sorry you feel that way Madi," Lexa said, dusting the snow off her shoulder and then wrapping her daughter in a warm hug.

Madi sniffed again as the tears fell and Lexa was pelted with sand and dirt.

Lexa snapped and created an umbrella to hover above her and her daughter to stop the onslaught.

"You have so many special gifts, Madi, but the best one is that you're kind. Don't let someone like Josephine take that away from you. What you did today made me more proud than you learning your first spell. You're a great person, and kids are just dumb. It'll get better, I promise. If you want to be sad right now, or if you can't help it, that's okay. I'm right here. But, never hate who you are. You’re the best parts of me and the best parts of your mom. You’re an incredible kid, Madi."

Madi leaned into her mama and hugged her tightly around her neck. "I love you, mama."

"Love you too, Mads."

Aden was the first student to enter the bus since the incident, and his heavy, awkward footsteps sounded until he was standing directly in front of Madi and Lexa’s seat. "Hey, sorry, Hi, Mrs. Griffin-Woods. I'm sorry to interrupt, but uhh," Aden said, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot. He had a piece of paper in his hand that he folded and unfolded methodically.

Madi hid her face in Lexa's collar, and it took everything inside of the brunette not to snap at the boy. "Yes, Aden?" She asked, already pulling her pen out of her pocket to sign his paper.

"Sorry, um, thank you for offering, but I don’t want your autograph.” He ran his hand through his shaggy blonde hair, “but can you give this to Madi for me? I just want her to know that she's the coolest person ever and say thank you for saving us." His earnest blue eyes pleaded with Lexa and he thrust the paper into her face. She gracefully retrieved it from his fingers and opened it only after he scurried away and off the bus.

Lexa’s heart melted at what she saw.

Aden had written a big 'thank you' on the cover of the card. Inside, all the students in the class signed the left side of the page. On the right side, he had drawn a picture of Madi with a cape and a horse. And on the back, he scrawled, 'Madi, thank you for saving us. You're a superhero. Can I sit with you at lunch tomorrow? - your friend, Aden'

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Queen Material - Chapter 3

Synopsis: It seems like Valkyrie has put some distance between the two of you since that awkward night. Nothing like a pasty drunk white boy (think a fraternity bro named chad type) to get you talking again. 

Pairing: Valkyrie x fem!Asgardian!reader

Words: 1.8+

WARNING: Alcohol use, swearing, brief sexual reference and very mild mentions of violence.   

After that very weird night with the King, you haven't really seen much of her. She hadn't been coming to the bar as often as normal. You kind of missed her lingering presence even if she didn't talk to you all that much. She was kind of like a badge of honor. A shiny medal, you could show off and brag about. You wanted them bragging rights back. But she only came in every so often and you hardly spoke. Every so often she'd catch your eye and offer a smile. You don't think she was avoiding you otherwise why show up at all? She could just come in when Kyle was in charge - which wasn't nearly as often as you were but still - so you imagine all her drinking is being done at the palace. She must have a great variety of liquor at her disposal so she didn't really need to go to your bar at all. Despite it all, you can't help but wonder what had brought Valkyrie into your bar that night. Had she planned it? People only get that drunk when there is something wrong. What makes the mighty king of Asgard tick?

Cloth in hand, you wipe up a spill as you listen to the woes of some lonely Midgardian traveler. He was looking for sympathy but you had none to spare. Staring off into the distance at the king who was nestled in a booth, arm wrestling with a group of locals. She had won every round so far but the guys weren't going down without a fight.

"So are you like... one of those people?" He drags your attention painfully back to him. You can't be sure if he's intentionally being rude or it's just casual so you take no offense. Offering him a tight-lipped smile, you stop to give him your undivided attention.

"If by those people, you mean an Asgardian then yes, I am."

"A-mazing," He practically slurs, reaching over the bar as his dirty eyes take you in. "You can't even tell the difference. You're fuckin' fit though."

"I can certainly tell," You disguise your words in a sigh, taking a step away from him. "Thank you though... I think?"

"It means you're attractive," He whisper-yells his explanation. Your eyes flicker to Valkyrie as she laughs loudly in the distance and then back to the Midgardian.

"Okay," From context, you had already figured out that fit meant attractive.

"That was a compliment,"

"A compliment I already thanked you for," You shot back.

"What's the difference between humans and you people?"

"Well," you started, kinda feeling like you needed a drink the longer this conversation happened. "for one we don't like being called you people. I am Asgardian. " You state proudly. "I guess one of the biggest differences is our strength and life span."

"Are we the same all over?" He asked, a smirk spreading over his pink lips. "I would love to find out."

Was that supposed to be flattering? You couldn't help but cringe "...ew."

As quiet as the words came out, it was clear he heard them and he was not pleased. "Too good for me huh? You fucking bitch." He spat. "You Asgardians really think you're better than everyone else."

At least he finally used Asgardian in a sentence even if he was trying to offend you.

"What was that?" Valkyrie walked up behind the blonde, towering over him like the beloved king she was. A few burly looking regulars stood behind her. "You have something against my people?"

He spun on the stool, knocking over his glass of beer in the process. You close your eyes and sigh to yourself. "Who the fuck are you?"

"The King of Asgard." She replies firmly, standing tall. There was a silent challenge behind her words.

The man bursts out laughing, completely unaware of the consequences. Disrespecting the king was not something to be taken lightly. "You can't be serious,"

"Choose your next words carefully, Midgardian."

You watch the exchange more than amused by the way her eyes narrowed in and her hands went to her hips. You slowly reach for a packet of crisps to munch on while the events unfold. It was almost like they were having a stare off except Valkyrie had like three huge guys backing her up.

"You know, as our king, she can have you executed right?" You add casually, bitting into a crisp with a loud crunch. "Haven't had a good beheading since Hela took over Asgard."

"You're telling me this little girl is in charge? No wonder you lost Asgard."

It was one thing to objectify you. It was another to make fun of the king. But to outright disrespect your homeland and its people was unacceptable. New Asgard was great, you were grateful to Thor for finding you a new place to settle but Asgard was the place that held your memories. The room was suddenly thick with tension and as angry as you were, you couldn't let this escalate into the fight that was brewing. "Actually we were under the rule of Hela at the time. The daughter of Odin and goddess of death so I suggest you leave before you say something that'll get you killed."

"But-"

"The lady asked nicely," Valkyrie interrupted. "So leave because I won't be so nice."

A weird silence came over you all, interrupted by how crunchy your snack was. You could practically see the gears turning as he debated his next actions. Thankfully, he got off the stool and headed out the door; smart movie. Jumping into his grave, the king took his place at the bar. Dismissing the men behind her who were clearly just there to make her seem more intimidating. "Seems like I jumped in at just the right time."

Placing the packet of crisps off to the side, you clean up the spill from earlier. "You really didn't need to do that, I'm used to dealing with arseholes like that.

"Must be exhausting."

There's a part of you that wants to remind her of that night she decided to invade your day off but you don't. You just flash her a smile before retreating into the back to collect a beer for her.

"Here. On the house." You slide the glass bottle over to her. It was the least you could do considering she decided to hijack your conversation which made it all the more enjoyable.

After a moment, you see a flash of realisation and her face lights up. Glancing from the large brown bottle to you. "Is this what I think it is?"

You return the smile, nodding a little.  "Most Midgardians can't handle the heat so I keep they locked in the back. Don't want my bar being burnt down."

Using a small dagger that came from god only knows where Valkyrie pops off the cap. It falls to rumble against the countertop as a small flame shoots out of the bottle. She quickly blows it out and takes a swig. "You spend far too much time in this place,"

"Ha, I could say the same about you," You quip, the sarcasm more than evident in your tone. You instantly regret it, unsure about how well she would take it. "I'm sorry, your majesty."

"Sorry for what? You're right," she chuckles, taking another but smaller sip of beer. "But you practically live here. Don't you get tired of serving idiots day after day? You could afford a little more time to yourself

"This bar is like my child. It's pretty much all I have since Ragnarok and I've watched it grow. Sure, you get the odd few who make your job tedious," You explain, radiating your shoulders in a small shrug. "I don't mind though, I love what I do. And I save money on staff if I do most of the work."

You weren't sure she was actually paying attention because her eyes seemed drawn elsewhere but then she glanced towards you. "Everyone needs a break."

"I allow myself the odd day off."

With the bottle to her lips, the king downs the rest of her beer before settling it on the bar with a loud clang. "Then it's settled." You wait for her to elaborate, brows knitting together as she takes an oddly long pause. "Tomorrow you're taking a day off."

You had a full shift tomorrow and it was Saturday which meant it was generally busier. If the sun was out like predicted you'd also get more guests. You don't want to leave that to Kyle. Not because you don't trust him but because he wasn't supposed to be working. "I can't just take a day off."

"You can and you will. Get that scrawny blonde fellow to take over."

"You mean Kyle?" You question. Was she just bad with names or...?

She gives you a firm nod. "Let Kyle take over."

"I can't-"

"That is an order, fair barkeep." She declares, sliding her empty beer bottle towards you. And so we're back to barkeep. "Going against my wishes could be considered an act of treason. You wouldn't defy your king now, would you?"

There was so much wrong with that sentence in the sense she was not only abusing her power but also manipulating you. Of course, you wouldn't defy your king. You'd always had a lot of respect for the rulers of Asgard. Odin, Thor, even Hela despite the fact she did some atrocious things: which you did not partake in. The verdict was still out on Brunnhilde. With a heavy huff of breath, you begrudgingly agree. "Fine, I'll see if I can get Kyle to cover for me."

"Just tell him, you'll be serving the king," She adds, giving you a warm smile. "It's not a lie considering we'll be spending the day together."

"We will?" You're confused as to why she would even want to spend the day with you. You had nothing to offer her and your not sure how great company you'll be. She smirks, giving you a firm nod. "What will we be doing?"

"I... do not know yet but I will think of something."

"I'm not sure about this.

The woman jumps down off the barstool, "Doesn't matter, I'm not giving you much of a choice here, now can I get another one of these? Add it to my tab. " She points at the bottle and you comply, returning with a bottle in hand. She takes it and turns on her heel "Now if you'll excuse me."

Valkyrie surveys the establishment before heading to a table where a pretty brunette sat alone. You watch as she pops the cap and the brunette's face lights up much like the king's earlier but probably for a different reason; She seems Midgardian. You continue to observe until you're summoned to the other end of the bar. Plastering on a smile, you walk down the bar. "So What can I get you, sir?"

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