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do you have any headcanons about daeron ii's and myriah's daughter-in-laws?
Oh boy DO I!!!!! I’m gonna organize them in lil bullet point forms cause I have so many thoughts abt them!
Jena:
- Honestly I think it might be a bit weird to say but I think she was the westerosi equivalent of a goth skater girl. Like, there’s probably some old painting of her in Blackhaven as a teenager where she has dyed black streaks in her hair and way too much eyeshadow with a medieval skateboard (horse). I need this to be true in my life
- Her betrothal to Baelor I imagine was to ease up relations with the marcher lords since they probably weren’t too happy about the Dornish having a strong influence on the throne. I wouldn’t be surprised if Myriah suggested the match, and they happened to pick Jena because she was the closest to Baelor’s age
- That being said though, their match went pretty well! I mean for a while it was pretty obvious that Jena and Baelor were basically a pr relationship but over time they did come to care for each other! They didn’t really have the slow burn romance that Daeron and Myriah had but they still had some kind of affection
- She did have her kids pretty young, but not really early in the marriage because I have to believe her weird late teens goth angst was why she named her kids Valarr and Matarys of all things or it might kill me
- If I could give her a friendship with any of her sisters in laws it would probably be Aelinor? But they weren’t like friends friends, they were just able to get along pretty well because they grew up in the same region even though their interests are wayyyy different from one another
- Ngl she probably had some crazyyy beef with Dyanna. Like, those ladies could not sit next to each other at the family function cause it either ended with them fighting (mostly about who’s kids are the worst),or them ganging up to bully another noble while absolutely hammered on some of that dornish red
- Also it needs to be said, Jena was probably absolutely a stunt queen when she had to grow out of her goth phase. Like, she went to the Alyssa T school of Being a Bad Bitch because she probably went riding and sailing with her kids all the time while they were still babies. If Baelor had a dragon she’d be bullying him to take her flying literally every day and get it to shit on the roofs of people she doesn’t like. Myriah’s mentality was “Oh I’m gonna be queen so I have to be careful about what I do” while hers was “Whoah I’m gonna be queen I can do (almost) whatever the hell I want!!”
- Unfortunately tho, it’s highly likely she died with her kids during the great Spring Sickness, but to add tragedy for flavour I think she died after both her sons. Rip queen :(
Aelinor:
- Okay so figuring out the whole timeline/relation with her kinda drove me insane, but my theory for the time being is that she’s Elaena’s stepdaughter through Ronnel, which does make her technically cousins with Aerys through marriage? I think she’s still probably a few years younger than him tho
- I also kinda think Elaena’s behind this betrothal a bit tbh- I think Aelinor really liked Elaena but saw her a lot more as a mentor she aspired to be like rather than any kind of surrogate mother figure
- Personality-wise girlie’s a completeee introvert. Like, I think she wants to be social and charming and all that, but she got that social anxiety that makes it so she’s scared to talk to people and spends most of her day inside reading
- For her hobbies….. I can see her being big into reading and research but idk I also really like the idea of her being big into poems, she likes really analyzing people from a distance and writing lil blurbs about them to spend the time. She’d literally rather die than share any of her works with anyone though, even if it’s really flattering to them lol
- So, I think her social circle’s kindaaa limited to the royal family, I think her best friends would be Aerys, Alys and Shiera cause I think that’d be kinda fun (and also I think she had a bit of a thing for Alys cause….. yuh) :)
- She and Aerys probably slept together like, once on their wedding cause they were completely convinced they would only have to do it one time…. They both regretted it
- And ngl despite the Horrors™️, and the whole of house Targaryen dropping like flies I think she was a lilll glad that Aelora was heir? Not because everyone else before her died, mostly due to the fact that she really liked Aelora specifically and maybe liked to pretend she was her daughter whoops
- Anyways my fun lil tragedy for her is that she outlives pretty much everyone she loves <3 she’d still be kicking during Maekar’s reign as a sorta dowager queen but she’s not doing much with that title, I diagnose her with…… death via heart attack while trying to write her will
Alys:
- Honestly this lady reads as a complete social butterfly to me lmao. Like, really bubbly, charismatic, and likeable as a person- I think she came in as a companion for Daenerys and both Daeron and Myriah decided to set her up with Rhaegel just cause she was really kind (and being from a major house definitely didn’t hurt either)
- For hobbies I can absolutely see her as a lady that was just crazy for birds lol- and that’s an interest I could see her bonding with Daeron over! She loves hawking and keeping some pet songbirds and feeding ravens, ngl I could see her and Aelinor working on a giant bird encyclopedia together lol
- When it comes to her and Rhaegel, I don’t think it was really love at first sight? Like, I think they got along and did eventually bond after the twins were born, but they only fell in love a few years into their marriage
- Speaking of the twins though! I really don’t think she was cool with the idea of them marrying, honestly it kinda horrified her but she saw how weirdly close they became and tried to cope by justifying that they’d be better together than apart with other people cause…. Tbh how the hell else can she get over the fact that her own children are marrying when that hasn’t really been the norm for a bit-
- Oh and she was especially nottt at all happy about Daenora marrying Aerion. Since by then I can imagine she’s lost both her husband and oldest children, she would be f u r i o u s that Maekar would even allow her last daughter to marry his craziest son, even if he wasn’t the one who suggested the match in the first place
- Girlie probably didn’t stay after Aerion died, like- she was quick to pack Daenora and Maegor and haul ass back to the Vale. No she didn’t give a flying fuck that they were considering her grandson as heir, they’re living in the Eeryie forever now!
- She did miss Aelinor after she left though (clueless about Aelinor’s kinda gay feelings rip) so the two probably shared a lot of letters, but I think Alys passed not too long after being back in the Vale from….. honestly imma say slipping on a toy and cracking her head open. At least one of these gals gotta have a sorta silly death
Dyanna:
- Ngl she’s probably second to Alys in being one of the sweetest in the group, but she takes NO bullshit from anyone. As stated before, she’s ready to throw down with Jena at the drop of a hat but tries not to start too many fights
- She and Maekar married out of love. To me!!! Like, idk they don’t seem like a politically advantageous match, so in my brain Dyanna was probably the daughter of one of Myriah’s ladies in waiting and the two ended up falling in love as teens cause idkkkkkk that’s kinda cute <3
- As for hobbies: absolutely cracked at weaving. 85% of the decorations at Summerhall are her tapestries and the other 15% are crafts by other artists that she really liked. She probably weaved most of her childrens’ baby clothes herself and regularly gifts handmade crafts to her family and friends
- Idk if she really had a favourite with any of her kids, but I can kinda say for certain that she definitely had a hard time with Aerion because she felt like she needed to be overly strict with him specifically which….. probably maybe perhaps gave Aerion some mommy issues idkkkkkkkk
- I like to think she had a cat at some point too, and when it had kittens she gifted them to each of her kids but they mostly became general household cats over time (except for Egg’s cat, that was his own and it…. Found itself at the bottom of the well whoops-)
- Canonically she died first out of the gang, and the narrative implies that she died giving birth to Rhae but I’m ignoring it because one fic I read a while ago had her die from breast cancer and honestly while it’s still tragic it also makes it so Dyanna’s not reduced to “woman who died in childbirth #67” which gets some originality points from me
Idk these are all my headcanons, I hope you like them! <3
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THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS. (Headcanons+Opinions of each charecter/the pilot)
THE MUSIC??? DUDE THAT THEME SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I AM AOJAY WITH THAT.
HELLO CAINE X MOON??? /J PLEASE— Ok but for real tho I really like Caine as a charecter. "YOU PARASITE—" has been in my head since i watched the pilot. Honestly I think I could do a whole headcanon/blurb post about him...
Jax is my favorite. Bro this polygonal thing is the william afton and sam the bunny love child that i definitely needed in my life. Cocky bastard litterally made me die laughing when he said "ohno they killed zooble. Y'all hungry?" but also i kinda want to smack him cuz GANGLE DIDNT DESERVE THE MASK BREAKKNG.
Jax gets TWO paragraphs cuz he's cool. Dude he's the youngest out of all of them so (assuming they age like they do irl cuz we don't know if they do or not) he could've been here since he was a teen. Bro. Seriously. I can't. He's probably been the closest to find the exit and he just doesn't say anything cuz "There's no adventures in the real world." or something i dunno 😭. Ya know the keys he has to everyone's door? I feel like thag could either be an episode or it could like be a way to show off all the rooms. He's so silly i love my little dumb bunny.
I saw a tiktok whrrr it was caine and jax thinking something about tumblr sexy man AND IM SUING THE WEBSITE IF EITHER IR THEM ARE EVER APPEAR AS ONE.
Kinger is silly goose and DEFINITELY not nuerotypical. CMON PEOPLE WE SEE HIM NESTING AND HE HAS AN INSECT HYPERFIXATION.
Oh and CMON THE CLOWN HAS SUCH A CUTE DESIGN WHY DID HE DIE IN THE PILOT 😭
Zooble is so real for being done with the world. They do not give a 🎪🌀‼️ if they cannot swear and does it anyway.
Awww my lil ribbon thing gangle. Again, such great charecter potential in them. I feel like thier mask could make a whole episode like if they have no mask and is just ribbon or gets more masks and stuff (GLITCH HIRE ME/J)
Ragatha is so real. That's all. I love her charecter. i love love love her. but man does this girl need a hug.
Look I usually hate main characters BUT GOD POMNI IS SO LOVEABLE. My lil anxious i love her so much. I love her design and her womp womp face on her door. I think overtime she's gonna grow to love this place or just live in this constant line of abstracting.
i think that's all the characters but yeah new hyperfixation when i have time and energy i'll post about what i think their rooms look like ok byeee (i was putting tags and realized i forgot pomni so that's why she's last😭)
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc jax#tadc pomni#tadc caine#tadc kinger#tadc ragatha#tadc gangle#theyre so silly
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I would consider myself small and skinny and even I hate when writers describe readers as small 😭 it makes me so uncomfortable bc I know there are so many people reading who probably don't fit that and it's strange to me that they don't consider that when writing. it's why so try to be super conscious of how I describe reader (which I barely ever describe ANYTHING physical about them, I hate even when people describe putting hair in a ponytail or something) and even try to be conscious of actions that might not be inclusive (such as being lifted, wearing bfs shirt, etc).
I'm really sorry that you are finding so many fics that aren't inclusive :/ with smaus that use ulzzang pictures, i always try to imagine that it's just the aesthetic/pose writer is going for but it still breaks the 4th wall for me bc it sticks out like a sore thumb being like "that's not what i look like/most readers look like"
hi nonny ur cool and very nice i love u
also god... the ponytail thing gets me every time as someone who typically cuts her hair short lmao literally i kinda run my hand through my hair like how... how did i do that... magic.......
i think the thing that gets me is that it's like... really not that hard to write an inclusive reader fic imo? like why is it important for reader to be thin/tiny/petite/small/whatever word you wanna use to designate that they're small? is it really that important that you have to derail from your writing to include something like that? also, who thinks of themself like that? it's also annoying in first person (both fic and published works) when people do the "my blue eyes" shit because no one consciously thinks like that. there's a big difference between a new writer saying "i open my blue eyes and run a hand through my long blonde hair" and maybe using it to set something up. maybe your character has contacts or maybe their eye color mysteriously changed because ~magic~, or maybe they're on the run and dyed their hair and chopped it all off. but in reader fic? where the whole point is projecting onto a blank slate to imagine yourself in these situations? i don't need to tell you what you look like. you already know what you look like.
whats the point? it's fine if you want to write something for yourself and for other people like you. genuinely, it's okay to do that as long as you tag it so people know. i respect smaus with ulzzangs that outright say that the writer used pictures for reader. i'm personally not going to read them, but at least i actually get a warning. even if its easier to just not include the pictures, i respect works that tell me outright whether it'll actually be for me or not. i write chubby!reader fics sometimes where all that's specified is that reader is a bigger person. i don't think i've ever specified how big, but the sentiment is still there. people write fics for people of color and they tag them.
i think it's completely okay to write works for yourself and people like you, but it just kinda feels unfair that if you fit into this "other" category (not thin, not short, not white, etc.) you have to tag it. everyone should tag their stuff. it just makes it easier to navigate and for people to find works that they can potentially see themselves in.
anyway i don't really read smaus that aren't written by my mutuals, tbh. i think there's one i started but then went "oh i'll come back to it" and then failed to do that lmao (i'll get around to it sometime tho!! it actually seemed super cute and i don't think there were any ulzzangs Anywhere, bless).
but if you want inclusive smaus... u should check out my mutual, ursa @thepixelelf !!! she's very funny and cool and also she talks about inclusivity in fics and why its important <3 she's the one who made a lil text convo with the vernon idea i posted about he + reader saying they're expecting when they're literally just getting a cat together hehe <3 but shitty fanfiction + the entirety of been there, done that is very good!! for a completed work... u should check out first to fall (cheol x reader) <3
also you should just check out ursa in general tbh she's one of the best ppl i know and i'm very thankful to have a mutual like her? i think everyone i'm mutuals with is someone i care for a lot and people who i think are extremely kind, but ursa has the biggest heart and i truly appreciate everything she does.
#wooahaes.ask#asks.anon#one day i'll get around to making my writer recs list but i'd have to sit down and like. read through a lot of my mutuals works#and decide how to describe it + what works i'd suggest the most?#since i was gonna do a lil blurb for each and say like... why i like them and what their work brings and what i'd suggest + why#i only got through ursa and livvie's before i set the idea on the back burner since i have more writers i'd like to recommend/promo#and i just haven't really had the time or motivation to sit down and really say what i want to say#also no readmore on this one since i think its important + u should follow ursa
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i can imagine that nathan drake is a massive tease. that cocky shit lol. could you please write something where it’s him and the reader out on the road to find something where he is just his lovely teasing cocky self. thank you <333
back to work
ask box | taglist | blurb masterlist | main masterlist
w/c: 679
warnings: swearing, gets a lil saucy at the end
a/n: there’s nothing i love more than cocky nate whew! also friendly reminder to add yourself to my new taglist & happy reading friends
you and nathan are searching tunnels to find treasure that’s supposedly buried in them. you’re in charge of navigating, and nate is leading the way. you’d asked him to join you because you two often pair up on expeditions. it’s hard to find people you can trust in this game, but you trust each other.
nate stops when you come to a crossroads. there are two tunnels.
“which way are we going? right or left?”
“um…”
your eyes scan the map spread out in your hands, trying to make sense of it.
“i can’t read this part. i think it’s in another language or something.”
“you don’t know it?”
“we’re not all bilingual like you, nate.”
“clearly.”
you can hear the smirk in his voice. surely enough, there’s a smug expression on his face when he turns around.
“let me check it out.”
you give nate the map. he puts the torch he’s using to light your path in a nearby holder and looks it over.
“it’s latin.”
“oh my god, you’re kidding.”
“nope. i would know, i’m fluent.”
“i thought it might’ve been latin, but isn’t it a dead language? how old is this thing?”
a chuckle leaves nathan’s lips.
“i actually was kidding. it’s just upside down.”
he flips the map over and holds it out to you.
“rookie mistake. cartography has never been your forte.”
you take the map and hit his chest with it.
“of all the things you’re good at, pissing me off is what you do best.”
“what are the other things i’m good at?”
“like your ego needs any more stroking.”
“it could never get enough.”
you continue walking, going ahead of nathan. nathan grabs the torch and catches up to you.
“so what does the map say?“
“i don’t know, why don’t you take over navigation?”
“because i’m holding the torch.”
“then i’ll hold it.”
“you can’t.”
“why not?”
“the big, strong man has to be in front to protect you.”
“can’t you ever take anything seriously?”
“where’s the fun in that?”
you groan and slide down one of the cave walls, slamming the map down beside you.
“uh oh, angry y/n.”
“i’m furious.”
nathan sets the torch aside and sits down next to you. your knees are pulled to your chest, face hidden in them.
“cheer up, buttercup. you know i’m only messing around.”
“that’s the problem. all you’re doing is messing around.”
you press your cheek to your knee, looking over at nathan.
“what we’re looking for, nate, it’s gonna be huge if we find it. i wanted you to come with me because you’re good. you’re really good, and i needed your help.”
“and since i’m so good, i don’t see the harm in goofing off every once in a while.”
nate tickles your side. you laugh instinctively, but push him off you. he looks you up and down.
“is that the only reason you wanted me to come?“
“no, i also wanted to share this with someone. with a friend.”
“who said we’re friends?”
nate smiles, a real smile. you smile back.
“you’re good too, y/n/n. you found the map, you found this place, and you’re gonna find the treasure. you can unclench.”
“maybe you could show me how.”
nate’s eyes lock with yours, then flick down to your lips, then back up to yours. you sit up and shift towards him. nate slowly leans in closer, never once breaking eye contact. his t-shirt is so tight that you can almost see through it, and the strong scent of his cologne is overwhelming. he’s always been attractive, but god, never like this.
nathan gazes at you though his lashes.
“can we be friends who kiss?”
you nod, instantly.
nate closes the space between you two with a soft kiss. your lips slot deliciously with his, and you sigh as his tongue finds yours, a hand on your bare arm.
add kissing to the list of things nathan is good at.
much to your dismay, he pulls away. he flashes you his goddamn infamous smirk.
“back to work.”
#nathan drake#nathan drake fic#nathan drake smut#nathan drake fluff#nathan drake x reader#nathan drake x you#nathan drake fanfiction#uncharted#tom holland#tom holland smut#tom holland fluff#tom holland x reader#tom holland x you#tom holland imagine#tom holland writing#tom holland uncharted#tom holland fanfiction
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Hii bby can I please request a scenario of sakusa, Bokuto, kuroo e kenma thinks you're pregnant??? ❤️❤️ XOXO from Brazil 🥰
THEY THINK YOU'RE PREGNANT
CHARACTERS: bokuto + kenma + kuroo + sakusa + (gn!reader––no pronouns are used but they can get pregnant sjkhdfg)
WARNINGS: none rly but kuroo's is suggestive
NOTES: i made it so that the reader isn't pregnant ! and they're all lil blurbs + never rly think about where my followers are from but i find it so cool that you're from brazil sjkfhg idek why but it's cool that my followers could be from anywhere tbh
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR
bokuto was planning on keeping his suspicions to himself for a little bit to see if you'd say anything but in reality he really only lasted like half an hour. the whole time he was staring at you, wide-eyed as if he were waiting for you to say something.
you looked over to him on the couch and as soon as you opened your mouth to question him, he was practically bursting out of his seat, his hands on your thighs as he scooted closer to you. "i just want you to know that i'm ready to support you," he paused and looked down at your stomach. "the both of you and i'm kinda scared to be a father but if it's with you then i'm ready and i love you so much––"
you cut him off, bug-eyed because what?? "kou where did you––i'm not pregnant–"
he surprisingly and visibly deflated and the both of you sat in silence for a little bit.
"so..."
he looked at you sheepishly, "so..."
"maybe we should talk about..."
he nodded, a hopeful look in his eyes. "yeah––"
kenma was waiting for you to tell him. he had his suspicions and though he'd never thought about having a kid, surprisingly enough, the thought of having one with you didn't sound too bad.
deep down he knows he's not really ready to have a child but he's ready to support whatever you want, give you anything you need.
it's not until he sees you about to drink one of his redbull's that he says something, "should you be drinking that?"
you roll your eyes, "i know it's not the healthiest, but you drink it too so i don't want to hear it."
he placed a hand on your waist, "i know but...is it safe?"
you looked at him confused and asked him what he's talking about, making him blink at you.
"aren't you...you know?" when you simply stared at him, he went on. "pregnant."
you blinked at each other for a few seconds before you spluttered a frantic, "no???"
kenma sighed, relieved. "oh. okay then go ahead."
after a few seconds of silence, you both silently agreed to just go about your days.
kuroo had been watching you subtly for some time now. he had a feeling you were pregnant but he didn't say anything, he wanted to make a whole thing of it. partially because he wanted to spoil you, the other part because he loved teasing you.
he went all out and got chocolates, flowers and your favorite dinner on his way home from work. you were in the bedroom when he got home so that gave him the opportunity to set everything up quietly.
when he was finished spreading everything out and setting the table he called you out as if he'd just arrived. "honey, i'm home!"
you smiled and rolled your eyes at the cheesy line before making your way out, only to stop in your tracks, your smile becoming more confused when you took in everything in front of you. kuroo was rolling up his dress shirt's sleeves as he walked up to you. "hi kitten." he placed his hands on your cheeks and gave you a quick kiss, unable to stop his smile.
"hi–" you looked up at him, dazed. "what's––" you looked around when he slid his hands down to your waist. "what's all this? valentine's day was months ago, you know."
he chuckled, "i know, but..." he slid a hand down to your stomach and you looked up at him confused. "i wanted to do something special since, you know."
you furrowed your brows and he rolled his eyes playfully, "oh come on, how long are you gonna try to keep it a secret."
you shook your head slowly, "keep what a secret? i don't know what you're talking about testu..."
his smile slowly slid off his face. "so you mean you're not...we're not having a baby?"
your eyes widened almost comically wide. "a baby?? where did you get that idea from??"
his hands fell back to his sides and he looked away, his presence a lot more dim than before. "i don't––i don't know i just thought..."
you paused and swallowed nervously. "you know we...never really talked about kids." he nodded absentmindedly. "you seem upset that i'm not actually pregnant." you said hesitantly.
he looked back to you and smiled sheepishly, before shrugging. he smirked, leaning in closer to you. "well maybe we should start trying, hm?" he leaned in to graze his lips against yours, "what do you say, kitten?"
you had a feeling it wouldn't take much convincing––
sakusa didn't waste much time. the same night he first got the idea that you were pregnant, when you were getting into bed he sat up and you could sense his slight nervous energy.
you turned to him, "omi what's wrong?"
he opened and closed his mouth a few times. "i––" he looked into your eyes, "i have a question." you nodded and he went on, "and i want you to know that i'm not upset or anything i just want to know. because if it is true, you shouldn't be going through it alone."
you smiled anxiously, "you're making me nervous, babe."
he took your hands in his and gave you a small smile to ease your nerves, "...are you pregnant?"
your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. "pregnant?" he nodded and you shook your head, "no, no i'm not."
"oh," he let out a breath and nodded again, "okay."
"did you...want me to be?"
this time, his eyes widened. "i mean...honestly," he looked at you earnestly, "i'm ready to start a family with you whenever you are."
that night you both went to bed with a lot on your minds and smiles on your faces.
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#bokuto#bokuto x reader#bokuto blurb#bokuto fluff#kenma#kenma x reader#kenma fluff#kenma blurb#kuroo#kuroo x reader#kuroo blurb#kuroo fluff#kuroo smut#sakusa#sakusa x reader#sakusa blurb#sakusa fluff#haikyuu blurbs
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NOW COMPLETE!! masterlist is here!
morosis is now arriving at: 400 followers!
YALL ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY I SWEAR 😭😭 I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU SO SO SO MUCH ITS NOT FUNNY
at this point tumblr is one of the things that keep me going and im so grateful for everyone ive met/will meet~ THANK YOU SO MUCH IM SCREAMING WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YALL
HUGS AND KISSES FOR ALLLLL!! IF YOU DONT LIKE THOSE,,, HAVE A HIGH FIVE DJJDJRJR
technically im only like halfway done with my 200-350 followers event, SO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO HAVE A MORE "INTERACTIVE" EVENT!!
this time, you’re writing something rather than me!
OKAY!! i wanted some sort of theme for this event, like my sleepover, sooo everything is a bus ride i came up with this idea at 1am!!
each prompt is a city, and each blurb you write becomes a bus stop in that city! that makes no sense shut up morosis
BASICALLY ill give a couple prompts in a moment for you to choose from!! using one of the prompts below, you write a lil blurb & post it for me to read! make sure you follow all the guidelines!!
ill make a masterlist/bus map at the end of the event!
pick one of these prompts!! either choose a city or a piece of dialogue: your pick!
[on a side note, these city puns took forever to create in my head please give me some creative credit </3]
city 1- los AU-geles (Los Angeles, California)
-> write an AU!! the AU can be literally anything: royalty AU? road trip AU? GO FOR IT!! just as long as it’s not in the canon era hehehe
city 2- lon-DONE (London, England)
-> breakup fic time </3 you can make it an angsty breakup, or a fluffy exes to lovers!
city 3- BRRR-lin (Berlin, Germany)
-> BRR AS IN COLD OKAY what would the character do if you were cold? laugh at you? give you his jacket? take you inside? buy you something warm? POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS
city 4- b-ILL-bao (Bilbao, Spain)
-> b-ILL-bao BECAUSE “ILL” AS IN SICK BKJKSDJ- IVE WRITTEN SO MANY SICKFICS ITS NOT FUNNY- but since they're lowkey 99% of all i write, i figured it was your turn to write one!!
here are some whispers on the bus... (dialogue prompts! feel free to use these if you’re more comfy with dialogue prompts hehehe)
passenger 1 says, “You’re an idiot.” another replies, “I’m your idiot.”
passenger 2 says, “Wait. Stand right there, I want to take a picture of you.”
passenger 3 says, “Why aren’t you asleep?”
passenger 4 says, “Can you just hold me for a bit?”
passenger 5 says, “I’m not threatening you!” another replies, “Well I feel pretty darn threatened.”
passenger 6 says, “Can you come over?” another replies, “I’m already here.”
just a couple before we start...
- include a title, genre, summary, and word count!
- put the blurb under the tag "#morosis's 400 followers bus ride"! this is so i can find it when i make a masterlist of all the work!
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And I figured out we’re dating in this Chili’s tonight
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Request: Mother Nature and warren have my whole ass HEART!!!!! I loved flower so much. I know you’re gonna write lil dates one day I wonder if you’ll write something of how they officially got together?? Like who asked who to be each other’s girlf/boyf . Would be so cute I know you’re busy but either way all your fics are *chefs kiss* —(I think this was from an anon!)
Blurb: Mother Nature and Warren are officially dating! They figured it out!
Warnings: some language and mentions of sex
Word Count: 7.6k
A/N: the timeline is kind of all over. This is set before Decay but I posted it way after! Anyway! Enjoy!
Warren was on Instagram as Scott explained the plot of Fast and The Furious 7 to Jean.
“It’s not good— but my dad loves them— mostly for the cars— but it’s supposed to be the last movie in the franchise. I think…”
Warren rarely posted— on his story and his main page— but he looked at what his friends were up to.
He tapped on (Y/N)’s profile icon to view her story— the highlight of his lunch period. She wasn’t around for the time being— she had mentioned a test she was retaking, which made Warren sad. He wouldn’t get to sit next to her and share whatever fruit she grew for lunch, but he also wanted her to do well and get good grades.
(Y/N) had posted a photo of a movie poster with the caption, “OHMYGOD!! ” followed by a blue and yellow shocked face emoji and a heart-eyed emoji. The movie poster in question was for the animated Addams Family movie.
“Is there a new Addams family movie coming out?” Warren asked.
“Yeah, (Y/N) watched the latest trailer during class. She’s really excited about it,” Jean told him.
Warren felt himself get shaky with nerves and excitement. He could ask her to go see it with him. Just him. Not with the whole group, or Jubilee third-wheeling, or Jean and Scott with them, making out in the seat next to them.
Wait.
Am I going to ask her on a date? Is that what this is? A date?
“You good?” Scott asked.
“What?” Warren glanced at him. “Oh, yeah… Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay.”
Warren went back to his phone, pressing reply to (Y/N)’s story post about the Addams Family movie coming out.
He started to type out a message.
“Hey. Would you want to see this together when it comes out? We could also go out for dinner?” Warren then promptly deleted the entire message.
No, no. That makes me sound like a lonely middle-aged mom. He thought to himself.
“I think it was fine!”
“Ah!” Warren flinched. “Did you read my mind, Jean?”
“No…” Jean denied.
Warren frowned.
“I was curious as to what you were doing, and you were really nervous and your thoughts are loud anyway.”
“What?” Scott asked.
“Warren’s trying to ask (Y/N) out on a date to the movies,” Jean explained.
“It’s not a date!” Warren tried to defend.
“When is it ever going to be a date?” Scott asked. “It wasn’t a date when she slept over in your room and you watched Phineas and Ferb and ordered pizza. It wasn’t a date when you spent three hours at the library studying together. It wasn’t a date when you spent the afternoon together and she told you her secret brownie recipe! When is it ever going to be a date?”
“I… I don’t… Those were not dates...”
“They kind of were,” Jean admitted. “That’s what people do on dates. Scott and I do stuff like that all the time…”
Warren blinked.
“You’ve dated people before, right?” Scott asked him.
“I mean “date” is a loose term but, yeah…”
Scott decided he didn’t have time to unpack that sentence. “Okay. What did you do with them to like, spend time together, and stuff?”
“We mostly just got drunk and hooked up…”
Scott sighed, “You sound like my brother after he got out of jail.”
“Warren, have… you… never been on a real date before?” Jean asked.
“Well, um, I mean, my last “girlfriend” and I went to clubs and stuff in Germany, but we’d usually go with some friends…” He admitted.
“Oh my god…” Scott mumbled.
Warren panicked. “Wait, did— Did (Y/N) think we were dating this whole time?”
“I don’t know,” Jean shrugged.
“Everyone else thought you guys were,” Scott muttered.
“So we’ve been dating this whole time?”
“I mean, kind of…”
Warren paled. He had no idea what to do. Were they dating? Were they not dating? What was he supposed to do as a boyfriend? Or not a boyfriend?
“Just ask her, ‘what are we?’ That should clear things up.”
Warren gawked at Scott. “What are we? That’s the cliche that makes guys run for the hills! I can’t ask her that!”
“(Y/N)’s reasonable,” Jean reminded him. “If you ask her that, she won’t run away.”
Warren didn’t say anything back.
“Just ask her what you were originally going to say on Instagram.”
Warren whined.
“Do it now.” Jean advised. “Before Jubilee makes plans to see the movie with her.”
Warren paled at the possibility of (Y/N) not being available. He quickly typed out another message and sent it.
“Oh my god! Oh my god, I just did that! Hhhhh…” Warren quickly threw his phone on the table and refused to look at it.
Jean chuckled and rolled her eyes, taking his phone to see if (Y/N) replied.
—
(Y/N) finished her test early and decided to check up on some of the plants in the attic greenhouse before her next class.
She had been focusing on a baby caladium, making sure it had plenty of sun and water and was growing at a healthy pace.
(Y/N) named it, Warren Worthington IV, but she told no one and would take that piece of information to the grave.
As she was poking Warren the Fourth’s soil to see if it needed water for the day, she felt her phone vibrate against her thigh in her pocket.
She pulled it out to see that Warren— the Third— had replied to her Instagram story. Her eyes turned pink just by reading his name on her phone screen.
“Do you want to see this together Friday night? We could go to Chili’s before and get dinner?”
(Y/N) read the message over at least ten times. Dinner and a movie? Was Warren asking her on a date?
Her eyes were orange in confusion and purple due to nerves.
She took a few minutes but finally responded with, “Yeah! There’s a showing on Friday at 9 at the theatre by the mall. Does that work?”
Warren immediately hearted the message and said, “Yeah :)”
(Y/N) hearted his message. Excited and a bit nervous for Friday, she left the attic and headed to her next class.
—
(Y/N) ignored any work she had after class and immediately went through her closet, rummaging for clothes.
“Whatcha doing?” Ororo asked, setting her books on her bed.
“You’ve been on plenty of not date dates,” (Y/N) began. Ororo gave her a curious look. “What would you wear?”
“Are you going out on a date?” Ororo asked.
“Well, not exactly…” (Y/N) confessed.
Ororo smirked as she opened her notebook and started working on an assignment, “Is it with Warren?”
“Who else would it be?” (Y/N) asked.
“I don’t know… Dylan from math class? Ruby from my yoga class? The handful of people from Bayville you’ve kissed at house parties before you even knew Warren? There are options.”
(Y/N) was not amused.
“Are you and Warren going out on a date? Or is this a ‘we’re just hanging out… alone together… but just as friends! Because we are friends! Who like each other very romantically! But we refuse to do anything about it!’”
(Y/N) sighed. “Okay, so he didn’t explicitly say it was a date, but we’re seeing the new Addams Family movie and going to Chili’s.”
Ororo blinked in shock, Warren asked (Y/N) to see a movie about one of her favorite franchises and go to one of her favorite go-to restaurants, and he didn’t clarify if it was a date or not?
What a dumbass, Ororo mused, tearing herself away from her work to go on her phone.
Ororo
Are you and (Y/N) going on a date?
No response.
Ororo went back to her homework, glancing at (Y/N) every so often to give feedback on the numerous items she pulled out of her closet.
“Is a dress too much?”
“Definitely,” Ororo stated without looking up. “I’ve only worn a dress twice since I came here and one I borrowed from Jubilee.”
(Y/N) sighed and kept looking for options. Ororo’s phone screen lit up, and she quickly grabbed it, checking to see if Warren responded.
Warren
I think so???
Ororo
What do you mean? “i tHiNk So”
Warren
*not amused emoji*
I’m not sure if we’re dating or not. We were gonna talk about it at dinner.
“Are you and Warren dating?” Ororo asked.
(Y/N) froze at the question, unsure what to say. “I mean… no… but like, we like each other— or I like him. I think he likes me. Sometimes I’m not really sure—”
“—(Y/N),” Ororo interrupted. “He likes you a lot. Assume this is a date.”
“Assume— What?” (Y/N) gaped.
Ororo looked at her phone again, seeing five text messages from Warren in panic, asking why she didn’t respond.
Ororo
Calm down!
You should thank me
Warren
Ro…
What did you do?...
Ororo
You have to trust me… ;)
Warren
*Not amused emoji*
Ororo left Warren on read and continued her assignment. Until someone barged into the room, unexpected.
Jubilee came in, bubbling with enthusiasm. “I heard from Jean! Oh my god, I have to help you pick out an outfit! This is huge!”
“It’s not a date…” (Y/N) awkwardly tried to explain.
“Oh, no— it definitely is!”
Ororo and (Y/N) were both confused.
“We all know Warren is a little… emotionally hesitant…” Juilee carefully stated. “But like, if it was anyone else they would have literally said, “Wanna go on a date with me and see The Addams Family?” Warren’s just scared you’d say no— which you’d never do.”
“Is he— I thought he knew I liked him?”
“He’s a guy,” Jubilee explained as she looked in (Y/N)’s closet for something she could wear. “They never know what they’re doing.”
(Y/N) sat on the floor, with more questions than answers from everything Jubilee had said.
“This would be perfect!” It was a black skater skirt. “Skirts are your best friend in times like these.”
“Huh?”
“Incase anything happens… Duh!” Jubilee stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. (Y/N) didn’t respond, causing Jubilee to groan.
“From That 70s Show? Skirts are your best friend for sex. Zip, zip, bim, bam! You’re done, you’re dressed, you’re back to whatever you were doing. Nobody suspects a thing!”
“Jubilee, they’re seeing a kids movie, not having sex,” Ororo told her.
“Hmm…” Jubilee crossed her arms. “You should still wear the skirt. You look really pretty in it anyway.”
(Y/N) sat there, eyes wide and purple, mind reeling, trying to process what Jubilee said.
“We’re… We’re not going to have sex, are we? I’m not— I don’t think— I don’t even know if we’re dating or not!”
“Hey, hey— Jubilee’s just messing around.” Ororo moved from her bed to sit next to (Y/N) and rub her back. “She’s just used to Scott and Jean’s shenanigans. Plus, Warren’s a good guy! He won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to and he’s too nervous to do anything like that anyway.”
“Warren’s like, obsessed with you, in a good way. And if he doesn’t respect your boundaries I can snap his neck for you.” Jubilee innocently smiled and batted her eyes.
“Thanks… Do you think my soft dark green sweater would look good with the skirt?”
“Oh my god yes!” Jubilee grabbed it out of the closet and set it on (Y/N)’s bed. “And with your Doc Martens? Goth little plant goddess vibes. I love it.”
“You think I’ll be warm enough? Should I bring a jacket?” (Y/N) checked the weather on her phone.
“You should be fine! Besides, if you’re cold…” Jubilee smirked. “You can always cuddle with Warren in the movie theatre.”
Ororo smiled and rolled her eyes, while (Y/N) decided to humor her, “I’ll keep it in mind.”
—
Friday couldn’t come soon enough— Warren kept thinking about how (Y/N) said, “Yes.” And about what might happen, how he would bring up the question that would change everything. He was distracted during training, nervous, and lost in thought. He constantly talked about his weekend plans with some of their friends.
Some found it annoying at first, but most had never seen Warren so passionate about something before. It was sweet.
“I dunno, I just want things to go well. But what if I make things awkward? I say or do something really stupid? What if I spill my drink all over my crotch and then it looks like I peed myself?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Ororo reassured him.
“What if our server flirts with her?”
“Just glare at them. You’re scary enough.”
Warren sighed, wishing time moved as fast for him as it did for Peter.
“Just be yourself and have a good time. Open doors for her, tell her she’s beautiful, if she’s cold give her your jacket, walk her back to her dorm room— things like that.” Ororo told him. “Those will make it obvious that it’s a date. Because you guys do date activities all the time, and you refuse to admit it’s a date.”
Warren huffed at her. Ororo stuck out her tongue.
—
It was Friday.
(Y/N) had been antsy in all of her classes, just wanting them to end so she could get ready for the night.
She had her outfit picked out and ready. (Y/N) planned on light makeup— a little eyeshadow and lipgloss— and she had a small little purse packed with a few things.
(Y/N) started to doubt herself. “Maybe a skirt is too much… It’s dinner and a movie… Maybe I should just wear jeans…”
She huffed as she held the skirt up to her waist. “But I wanna look cute… Screw it!”
(Y/N) slipped the skirt and sweater on, doing a french tuck, and then started to apply makeup. She was done in under thirty minutes, and then looked over her hair in the mirror, trying to hastily pluck out leaves and shove flowers into different areas of her head and strategically place them under specific sections.
Once (Y/N) was satisfied with how she looked, she checked the time. It was 5:30, and (Y/N) and Warren weren’t leaving until six. So she had time to just sit around and wait.
(Y/N) pulled her phone out and opened Snapchat, choosing to take at least a hundred selfies with different filters.
Holding her phone from different angles, making different faces, posing in slightly different positions, and choosing a new filter every five photos, almost like a mini-photoshoot in the palm of her hand. Some selfies got posted to her Snapchat story, others were sent to Jubilee and Ororo, and the remainder were saved but would probably never see the light of day. She huffed and tapped through people’s Snapchat stories to kill more time.
Warren asked Jubilee for help.
Well, he didn’t exactly ask, she just texted him, “I’m helping you get ready.” And he thanked her.
“One of the hottest things a guy can do is have good hygiene. You, surprisingly, already have accomplished that—”
“Hey!” Warren frowned as he pulled his leather jacket out from his closet. “Did you, like, think I didn’t?”
“No! I’m just surprised you know what exfoliate means… Do you have a different jacket? That one is cute and everything, but it’s a bit much.”
“It’s the easiest one I can get my wings out of,” Warren explained while slipping on a black shirt.
“Why? Also, do you only wear black?” Jubilee complained.
“In case (Y/N) gets cold…? Also, no, I have that one yellow sweater you made me get and some white shirts.” Warren defended.
Jubilee almost scoffed, “(Y/N)’s not going to get cold. You’re going out to eat and the movies.”
“Well, Ororo said I should give her my jacket in case she is cold.”
“Fair enough,” Jubilee mumbled. “I was supposed to hang out with Ororo tonight… We were going to make Tiktoks and watch Wonder Woman.”
“I thought she went stargazing with Kurt?” Warren asked as he laced up his boots.
“Yeah! And they didn’t invite me!” Jubilee flopped onto Kurt’s empty bed and huffed.
“Jubilee— I don’t think—”
“I’m a fucking delight to be around!”
Warren’s eyes widened, “I didn’t say you weren’t.”
“It sucks because Kurt’s got the accent, he can sword fight, he likes movies but hates Tarantino, he’s respectful, god and he’s just as hot as Ororo.”
“Um…” Warren furrowed his brows. “Do you think, maybe— maybe uh, Ororo thinks you like Kurt?”
Jubilee looked at him with a deadpan expression. Warren panicked, thinking he said the wrong thing.
“I like both of them, Bird brain! It’s the fact they haven’t expressed liking me at all and probably don’t want that. Also like half of the girls at Bayville think Kurt’s hot and try to kiss him at house parties.”
“Oh…” Warren hadn’t considered that. “Um… I uh, I had a threesome once—”
“Oh my god! Stop!” Jubilee cringed. “I don’t wanna hear about that right now! Go get your girlfriend, and like, yawn, and stretch your arm out over her while Gomez confesses his undying love for Morticia for the millionth time.”
“Okay, okay.” Warren grabbed his phone and wallet. “Don’t spend all night in here,” He advised, leaving Jubilee alone in his room.
—
Warren sent (Y/N) a text, asking if she was ready. She said yes, and asked him to meet her in the common room area.
Warren found her sitting in a lounge chair, talking to a student. (Y/N) turned her head and saw Warren. She got up and smiled, bid the other person goodbye, and then walked over to Warren.
“Hey!” She greeted him.
“Uh, hey.” Warren tried to discreetly check her out. She looked nice. “You look really nice.”
“Oh, uh, thanks.” (Y/N)’s pink eyes shifted to a slightly purple hue. “You do too.”
“Thanks… Are you ready to go?”
(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah. What car are we taking?”
“Um…” Warren realized he didn’t decide on which one of Xavier’s numerous cars he was taking out for the night. Not that it mattered, but he was a bit frustrated with himself on that one.
“I don’t know…”
(Y/N) snickered to herself. “That’s fine. It doesn’t matter. Jubilee and I do have a rule though.”
“What is it?”
“Whatever car Scott and Jean took last, don’t even touch it.”
Warren blinked, “I don’t get it.”
(Y/N)’s eyes turned purple completely.
“Um, uh, it’s cause um— it’s not... clean...”
“Oh…” Suddenly, everything connected in Warren’s mind.
“Oh!”
(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah...”
“Scott likes the Oldsmobile rocket. Maybe we should avoid that one…”
“Yeah. Yeah…”
They picked a different car. Warren didn’t get a chance to open the door for (Y/N), but he told himself the night had only just begun, and he’d get another chance.
“Want me to play some music?” (Y/N) asked.
“Sure! Play whatever you want.”
“You don’t have a preference or anything…?” She questioned, while her thumb hovered over the play button of a playlist.
“Not really… Besides, I can pick next time.”
(Y/N)’s eyes flashed purple and she mumbled in agreement and started a playlist.
Warren cursed internally to himself. Why would I say that? Why did I say that!? As if I’d have the privilege of going out with her again after that dumbass sentence.
Warren made a lame attempt to change the subject. “Are you excited about the movie?”
“Yeah! They announced the cast like a year ago, and I thought it was going to be live-action, but animation is probably better for The Addams Family. It’s supposed to be really good! Oscar Isaac is voicing Gomez—”
“—Who?”
“Poe from Star Wars…”
“Finn’s boyfriend?” Warren asked.
(Y/N) smiled, “Yeah, yeah. Him.”
“I haven’t seen anything else he’s been in, but Kurt and Scott say he’s a really good actor.”
“Hmm…” I wonder if she thinks he’s hot… I mean Oscar is, but I doubt I can compete with that.
No, no, Worthington. Remember what Jean said, “No self-deprecating thoughts.”
“Pugsley’s voiced by Finn Wolfhard. He was in Stranger Things…”
Warren nodded, he knew what Stranger Things was. He watched it with Jubilee, Kurt, and Ororo over Labor Day weekend.
“He plays Will, right?”
“No. Finn has curly hair…” “Dustin?...” Warren was unsure about his answer, but he knew Dustin had curly hair.
“Mike. Eleven’s boyfriend? Black hair?”
“Oh… Okay… I feel really stupid. I should have known that.”
(Y/N) scoffed, “You’re fine. There’s like seven of them, and that’s not even including the adults and the characters our age.”
“Yeah, that’s true, I guess. I might rewatch it…”
An idea came to (Y/N), “We should have like, a marathon with our friends! We could also play D&D.”
“I never played before,” Warren admitted.
“I haven’t either really… but I kind of know how to play… Scott’s played before! He was really into D&D before he came to Xavier’s.”
Warren chuckled quietly, “That doesn’t surprise me.”
“Yeah, he’s kind of a dork, but just because you play a board game doesn’t mean you’re lame.”
“Yeah— Do you see any parking spots?” Warren asked.
(Y/N) shifted in her seat, looking for an empty spot, “Yeah, right there.”
Warren slowed down and started to pull in. “God, I’m so bad at parking. Please don’t judge me.”
(Y/N) laughed, “You can’t be bad as Jubilee. She tried to park at the mall and ran over a curb. We thought the tired popped off!”
“No!” Warren gasped.
(Y/N) nodded, “The car was fine, but Jubilee had Jean drive home.”
Warren snickered as he put the car in park and then turned it off.
(Y/N) got out before Warren could open the door for her. He bit his lip in frustration.
“Oh, the sun is so pretty!” (Y/N) cooed. “I love golden hour sometimes.”
“I don’t… What?” Warren wasn’t too sure what golden hour was. Jubilee had mentioned it before, but he never asked what it meant.
“Come here—” (Y/N) pulled out her phone and held it horizontally. “Get in the frame and smile!”
Warren obliged, smiling and doing an awkward peace sign. (Y/N) grinned, also doing a peace sign, with her eyes closed and tongue poking out slightly.
“Let me see how it turned out— Oh my god! We look amazing.” She was practically gleaming as she angled the phone towards Warren so he could see the photo.
Warren smiled.
“Want me to send this to you?” (Y/N) asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
“There!” (Y/N) smiled. “I sent it.” Warren thanked her and they headed into Chili’s.
He managed to open the door in time for (Y/N).
“Oh…” Her eyes shifted to a slight violet hue, the nerves of is this a date or not? Coming back to her. “Thanks…”
“You’re welcome.”
The hostess greeted them and asked how many were in their party.
“Two,” Warren responded.
“Alright, follow me.” She grabbed two menus and had them follow her to a booth.
“Here you guys are. Your server will be with you soon.”
“Oh my god, I’m really hungry…” (Y/N) unfolded her menu and buried her nose in it.
“Uh, me too…” Warren browsed his menu.
“Hi, I’m Ariana, I’ll be your server tonight! What can I get you guys started with to drink?”
“I’ll have a Coke Zero,” Warren told her.
“I’ll have a strawberry lemonade,” (Y/N) answered.
“I’ll get those right out for you.”
“Thanks!”
She walked off, leaving Warren and (Y/N) alone.
“Do you know what you’re gonna get?” (Y/N) asked. She was eyeing the nachos and the chicken crispers.
“Uh… Not really…” Warren awkwardly admitted. “The fajitas look good, but that’s a lot of food.”
“Yeah, they’re good though.”
Their server came back with their drinks asking if they needed more time to look at the menu. She smiled and said she’d be back.
“You’ve been here before, right?” (Y/N) asked Warren. She swore he had, but perhaps she was wrong.
“Once, with the guys. We were comforting Peter after another failed Tinder date. I think I got... nachos? I don’t remember.”
(Y/N) chuckled to herself. “Peter needs to try another dating app.”
“He’s got like three.”
“Oh, jeez— Jubilee almost downloaded tinder but she doesn’t need it.”
Warren furrowed his brows, “Huh? Isn’t she into that one dude from Bayville? And Ororo?”
(Y/N) nodded and took a sip of her lemonade.
Warren jokingly rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand her.”
Ariana came back, asking if they were ready to order.
“Yeah, um, I’ll have the nachos with chicken,” (Y/N) told her.
“Nachos with chicken,” Ariana repeated. “And you?” She asked Warren.
“I’ll have the Santa Fe chicken salad.”
She wrote it down on a little notepad, “Santa Fe chicken salad. Alrighty! Those will be right out.”
“Thanks.”
“Thank you.”
(Y/N) took another sip of her lemonade, letting it fill the silence.
Warren was suddenly very nervous. “Um…” “You okay?... Is there something on my face? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?” (Y/N) started to worry.
“You don’t have any lipstick on…” Warren stated a bit dumbfounded.
“Oh…”
“Um, anyway, I um— I like— I want, no. Um, is this— Is this a date?”
“Um…” (Y/N) froze up for a moment. “You asked me out.”
“Um, yeah, if you don’t want this to be a date, it like, isn’t then, you know? I mean, I didn’t really specify.”
“I kind of thought this was a date,” (Y/N) admitted.
Kind of… That’s good— Wait. Does she not want this to be a date?
“Do you want this to be a date?” Warren asked.
“Uh, yeah. I wouldn’t mind if it was, but like, we’re just friends so if you didn’t mean for it to be a date then that’s cool. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”
(Y/N) avoided eye contact as she drank more lemonade, her eyes fully purple.
“No, no! Um, I do want this to be a date. I um, I really, uh, I really like you.” Warren nervously confessed.
God, I hope I die here, right now, He silently pleaded.
“Uh, yeah… I like you too… That’s kind of why I’ve been like, hanging out with you, alone, um, a lot…”
“Me, um— me too.” Warren awkwardly took a sip of his soda.
“Great.”
“Great.”
“...”
“...”
“Are— are we... dating?” Warren asked.
“Uh… I guess so?” (Y/N) wasn’t too sure how to respond, but when she saw Warren’s face fall slightly she quickly changed her words.
“I mean, I think we are. I hope so. Um—”
“—We’re dating then?” Warren asked.
“We’re dating!”
“Great!”
“Great!”
Soon as they figured it out, Ariana came in with their food.
“Alright, I’ve got the Sante Fe chicken salad,” She set the plate in front of Warren. “And the nachos with chicken!” She set that plate in front of (Y/N).
“Do you guys need anything else?”
“I think we’re good for now,” Warren told her. “Thanks, though.”
“Let me know if you need anything!” Ariana left the couple to eat their food.
“Oh my gosh, yours looks really good,” (Y/N) commented.
“You can have some if you want,” Warren offered.
“Oh, thanks!”
“Yeah, of course.”
The conversation died down a bit as Warren and (Y/N) focused on their food, but Warren was internally stressing.
I have no idea what boyfriends do. Am I doing a good job right now? What if she tells Jubilee and then Jubilee murders me because so far I’m a shitty boyfriend?
Maybe I can hold her hand while we watch The Addams Family… How do I initiate that? What if she doesn’t want to hold my hand?
Why do I want to hold her hand?... Warren almost visibly shuddered at the feeling of love. Ew… feelings…
Warren snapped back into reality for a moment, watching (Y/N) spill a piece of chicken into her lap.
“Shoot!”
Warren didn’t need his eyes to turn pink to show he was awestruck by her. She’s adorable… I’m so lucky to be her boyfriend…
—
Once they had finished, their server Ariana came back asking if they needed to-go boxes and if they wanted the check.
“Do you want it separate or together?”
“Together,” Warren told her. (Y/N) furrowed her brows for a moment, eyes a bit orange, as Ariana left to go get the check.
“I’m paying,” Warren stated nonchalantly as he got his card out.
“Oh, okay.”
Ariana came back with two to-go boxes and the check.
Warren handed her his card and she walked away.
(Y/N) started to put her leftover nachos in her box. Warren scooped his leftover salad into his to-go box.
“Alright! Here’s your card and receipt,” Ariana handed those to Warren. “Do you guys need anything else?”
“I think we’re good.”
“Alright! Have a good night!”
“You too!”
Warren was figuring out how much to tip. “Is like, $10 good?”
“What?” (Y/N) asked.
“To tip…?” Warren awkwardly said.
“What’s the total?”
“Uh… $28.76.”
“Warren, that’s like a 35% tip, right?” (Y/N) asked.
Warren shrugged. “Look, servers don’t get paid enough.”
“You’re right.”
Warren finished filling out his receipt, then he looked at (Y/N). “Are you ready to go?”
“Yep! I’ll get the boxes.” (Y/N) picked hers up and reached over for Warren’s.
“No, I got it. I can carry them.”
“No, I can carry them,” (Y/N) insisted.
“I’m your boyfriend, let me carry them,” Warren insisted.
(Y/N)’s heart did a flip at the fact he said, boyfriend.
“... Fine…” She let Warren carry the to-go boxes.
He also managed to open the door for her when they left.
(Y/N) was still trying to process the fact they were dating.
What’s the date? I should write it down. So I can remember for our first anniversary!
Will we last that long?... I hope so… I really like Warren… Maybe I should tell him?
No… That’s kind of embarrassing…
“So…” (Y/N) trailed off.
“Yeah?” Warren asked, eyes on the road.
“I don’t know…” She admitted.
“Oh…” Things were starting to get awkward. Warren didn’t want things to be awkward. Awkwardness would ruin the relationship.
But Warren was bad at small talk. He was bad at socializing, period. And while he had improved, he still got nervous. He hated being nervous— scared. He didn’t want to come off as weak or vulnerable.
But he didn’t want to come off as scary or cold-hearted either.
It was a hard scale to balance.
“Okay, I don’t want to be rude, but who taught you how to drive?” (Y/N) asked.
“Sean…?” Warren stated.
(Y/N) face practically lit up in realization, “That explains a lot.”
”What do you mean?”
“You were taught how to drive by someone who originally learned how to drive on the other side of the road!”
“That— What does that have to do with my shitty parking?” Warren asked. “I drive on the “right side of the road”.
(Y/N) laughed.
“Look,” Warren explained. “If I’m bad at parking that’s on me. The lines caught me!”
“Haha! Yeah.” (Y/N) laughed. “At least you don’t hit curbs like Jubilee.”
Warren laughed, “Yeah!”
“Come on— I want to get good seats!” Warren put the car in park and turned it off. (Y/N) and he both got out and walked towards the theatre. Along the way she (not-so) discreetly slipped her hand into Warren’s. He blushed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. (Y/N) did her best to not grin her face off.
Warren had to let go of (Y/N)’s hand momentarily, so he could open the door, causing her to frown a bit and her eyes to go a bit grey.
This is a crime! I don’t want to let go of his hand!
Warren slipped his hand back into (Y/N)’s once they were inside, and her eyes went back to their “normal” pink shade.
Warren paid for their tickets and they picked out seats in the back row. They weren’t in the center, but sitting in the back row was best due to Warren’s wings.
“Auditorium three is on your left!” The ticket ripper told them as she ripped their tickets in half and handed them back.
“Thanks!... Do you want any snacks?” Warren asked (Y/N) as they passed the concession stand to auditorium three.
“Nah, I’m not hungry,” (Y/N) said. “You?”
“No, not really.”
They walked into auditorium three and looked around for their seats.
“Wow, it’s really crowded,” Warren observed. He was a bit nervous, folding his wings back tightly as he could.
“Yeah, it’s opening night,” (Y/N) reminded him. “Row G is up this way.”
He was used to the stares for the most part, but he hadn’t been exposed to many kids and soccer moms outside the mansion— not that there exactly were any soccer moms at Xavier’s.
Luckily, Warren didn’t see anyone glare at him or (Y/N). They both got into their seats without any problem. Their seats were recliners, where if you moved the arm up, you could almost be on top of each other.
Warren thought this would be perfect for him to maybe wrap his arm around (Y/N), but he was far too nervous. Their hands were still intertwined, which was good enough for him, but Warren was trying with all his might to not have his hand get sweaty.
That would be so embarrassing…
Once they got situated, and the movie trailers began, (Y/N)’s eyes were focused on the screen. Warren glanced at her for a moment, once the lights dimmed, but his gaze quickly flickered to the screen as to not get caught.
“That movie looks good!” (Y/N) whispered into Warren’s ear. He nodded, not exactly sure what he should respond with.
Halfway through the film, while Gomez was saying something stupidly romantic to Morticia, Warren did something risky.
Well, not necessarily risky, but if Jubilee or Scott caught him doing it, they’d tease him relentlessly.
Warren yawned, not very loudly, and then stretched his arm out and over (Y/N)’s shoulders. He fiddled with a leave that dangled from her head.
His heart was racing. Oh my god, she’s going to think I’m a weirdo. Why did I do that? Who even does the yawn and stretch move anymore? Literally no one!
(Y/N)’s heart started racing when she realized what he had done, Oh my god! Oh my god… This is happening! Oh my god! Just relax, (Y/N), just relax. Be cool. Warren’s cool… he’s being effortless at this “dating” thing…
They were both too nervous to initiate any further and decided to get reabsorbed in the plot of the movie.
—
As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, Warren and (Y/N) gained space between them awkwardly pretending like nothing happened.
(Y/N) filled the awkward silence by raving about the film.
“I loved it! I thought it was so cool, you could see all the family members in the background and like, the backstory they gave them was really creative, and just oh my god the animation style was super neat too! I liked what they did with Ophelia’s design, even though she wasn’t in it very long.”
“Who’s Ophelia?” Warren asked.
“So she’s Morticia’s sister— they look almost the same, except Morticia is goth and Ophelia is more like me. She has flowers growing on her head and stuff— she was in the background, you probably missed her.”
“That’s cool,” Warren mused.
“Yeah, she was more in the TV show… What did you think of the movie?”
“Oh! I thought it was really good! I liked it. The story really, like, reaches out to modern issues and stuff…”
“Like how everyone was rude to the Addams family because they were gothic and a little different?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed open the door.
“Yeah. I think if the Addams were real, they’d be mutants,” Warren said as they walked out on to the parking lot.
“Oh definitely!” (Y/N) agreed.
Warren smiled as he fished the car keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the car.
(Y/N) and Warren both got in the car and put on their seat belts. Warren then backed out of the parking lot and made his way onto the main road to drive back to Xavier’s.
“So uh… Are we gonna, like, tell our friends we’re dating?” (Y/N) asked.
Warren blinked.
“Yeah? Did you— do you not want to?” Warren felt like he had just seen someone kick a puppy.
“No!— No, I do!” (Y/N) clarified.
Whew!
“I just— I don’t know how I guess? Jubilee walked in on Jean and Scott making out in her room and then she told everyone and then Scott was all, like, super awkward about it, but then they admitted they were dating.”
“Sounds stressful,” Warren decided. “We could just like, text the group chat?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) shrugged. “That works.”
X-BABES
(Y/N)
So… Warren and I dating
Jubilee
Finally!
Scott
^^lol. Congrats.
Kurt
Weren’t you already dating?
(Y/N)
No?...
Kurt
…
……….
(Y/N) laughed quietly to herself.
“What’s up?” Warren asked.
“Kurt thought we were dating this whole time,” She explained.
“Oh… Oh?”
(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah.”
“I didn’t— I didn’t tell him anything— that like, wasn’t true. I don’t know why he thought that—”
(Y/N) giggled. “Ren, it’s fine. We’ve shared a bed before— in your guys’ room no less— he’s gonna assume stuff.”
“Still…”
“Well, we’re dating now… So, it doesn’t really matter,” (Y/N) pointed out.
Warren couldn’t hide the blush on his face at the fact they were finally dating. He hoped it was too dark for (Y/N) to see it.
“Do I turn left here?” He asked.
“Yeah, then you turn into the gates.”
Warren did so and drove around the X-Mansion, into the garage.
“I’ll grab the food and put it in the fridge,” (Y/N) told Warren as he turned the car off.
“Okay.”
They both got out of the car— (Y/N) opening the back door to grab the white to-go boxes.
Warren followed her into the mansion.
They stopped in the kitchen and (Y/N) set the boxes on the counter. “Do you see a sticky note or a pen or something? I need to mark these as ours.”
“Uh…” Warren looked around the room before spotting a marker. “Here,” He handed it to (Y/N). She scribbled their names down and shoved the leftovers into the fridge.
“Now what do you wanna do?” (Y/N) asked Warren.
“Uh… we could um… like, go upstairs maybe?”
“Do you want to?” She asked.
“I mean if you want to, yeah.”
“Oh, um, okay.”
Warren panicked a bit. “If you don’t we don’t have to. We can, like, just kind of chill and see what our friends are doing.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
“Oh, okay.” Warren avoided awkward eye contact as they headed upstairs.
“We could, um, go to my room…?” (Y/N) offered up.
“Uh, yeah, that sounds good,” Warren was nervous. He wasn’t sure why— He had no reason to be. He’d been in (Y/N)’s room before. Alone. They’d also spent loads of time together alone doing “couple things” as Scott put it.
So why was he nervous?
Warren didn’t have time to linger on the thought as he walked into (Y/N)’s room.
It was a bit cluttered, but he wouldn’t consider it messy. With plants strewn everywhere— floor, walls, ceiling— and some books, posters, and other things you’d expect in (Y/N) and Ororo’s room.
Ororo wasn’t there though.
“Um, I had a really fun time tonight,” (Y/N) said. Her back was facing Warren for a moment as she doted on a small potted plant.
“Me too… um… what are you doing tomorrow?”
“Uh, nothing? I mean Jubilee mentioned going to the skate park tomorrow to take pictures… but she didn’t really say when…” (Y/N) trailed off and turned around to face Warren.
Their eyes met. (Y/N) stepped forward, towards him.
She glanced at his lips for a moment too long.
Warren gulped.
“Can I kiss you…?” (Y/N) murmured.
Warren’s mouth gaped. “Uh, yeah.”
(Y/N) leaned in to kiss him, her hands cupping his face. Their lips met. (Y/N) shifted her head a bit as her lips pressed onto his and kissed him. She hooked his bottom lip with her teeth, lightly biting it for a moment. Her hands grabbed the hair near the nape of his neck.
Warren’s arms were wrapped around her waist, his hands resting on the small of her back.
(Y/N)’s tongue snuck into his mouth, their lips still pressing together. Warren could feel her smiling. Warren had to break away, for a moment, and regain compulsion.
(Y/N)’s eyes flashed grey for a split second. She didn’t want to stop. She had become ravenous for Warren’s lips, his tongue… for him in general. It wasn’t exactly a new feeling, but it was foreign, and she liked it.
She blinked. “Sorry, um, I didn’t mean— um, never mind.”
Warren’s jaw was practically slack. He was speechless. He was not expecting that. At all.
“Warren?” (Y/N) asked. “Are you okay?”
“What? Yeah, I’m fine!”Warren tried to seem chill. “I’m fine.”
“Oh… Well, um, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.” (Y/N) started to worry a bit, thinking maybe she went too far and he didn’t like it.
“I’m— I’m’ not uncomfortable— uh, far from it actually— um, it was, it was really nice, actually.” Warren hoped she wouldn’t look down.
“Oh, okay. Good.”
“Um, it’s kind of late—“
“—Yeah, definitely.” (Y/N) agreed.
“You said you were going to… Ulta?... With Jubilee tomorrow?” Warren awkwardly asked.
(Y/N) nodded.
“Um, I should probably go then… You don’t want to oversleep or anything…” Warren mentally scolded himself for being so awkward. He was usually better than that.
“Oh, yeah… I’ll see you tomorrow though…” (Y/N) reminded him. “We live here…”
“Right! Right…”
“...”
“...”
“I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight.” Warren quickly kissed (Y/N)’s cheek and headed out the door to his dorm.
(Y/N) stood there, still processing what just happened.
“Oh my god… Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” (Y/N) let out.
She buried her face in her hands. “HOLY SHIT! I like— Oh my god! I did that. I kissed Warren with force and passion and with tongue!” She exclaimed.
“I kissed my boyfriend with tongue. I cannot believe I did that! Oh my god!”
Unbeknownst to her, Warren had heard most of her excited screams as he left her room. He was ecstatic by her enthusiasm.
Warren went down the halls to the boys’ dormitory. Kurt wasn’t in their room, leaving Warren alone. He wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts for the first time in a long time. Warren wanted to lay in his bed and have the night’s events replay in his mind as he fell asleep.
Warren was officially dating (Y/N).
He didn’t have to assume things, dance on eggshells wondering if he was doing too much, he no longer had to wish he was her, and Warren didn’t have to admire her in secret.
Warren wanted to text her, but he wasn’t sure what to say. He sighed, and slipped into some pajamas, and brushed his teeth, leaving his phone open. Hoping by some miracle (Y/N) would text first and he could spend the whole night overthinking what to say back.
(Y/N) hadn’t texted him.
Warren got under his sheets and settled into bed, lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling.
He grabbed his phone and decided to text her.
Warren looked at the last thing (Y/N) had sent him. It was the golden hour selfie they took together in the Chili’s parking lot.
Warren thought he looked rather silly, but he liked the photo nonetheless. He saved it to his camera roll and turned it into his lock screen background.
Warren couldn’t take it any longer, despite it only being a few minutes, he decided to text (Y/N).
Warren
hi
(Y/N)
heyyy I thought u were going to bed *side eye emoji*
Warren
Couldn’t sleep
(Y/N)
ohhh
whatcha doing right now?
Warren
Laying in bed. not much really
(Y/N)
lol, me too. I just finished spraying the ivy hanging above my bed and my air plant, Clark
Warren’s heart swelled and he smiled at (Y/N) being so passionate about her plants.
Warren
Is that the one in the llama pot?
(Y/N)
Yea! he’s grown a lot since I got him *bug-eye emoji*
Warren
That’s good! :)
(Y/N)
Yeah!!!
I hate to do this but I’m really tired, so I’m going to go to sleep
Warren
That’s okay!! I’m going to watch some YouTube or something to fall asleep.
(Y/N)
Okay
Goodnight! *kissy-face emoji with closed eyes and blush* *smiling and blushing face with closed eyes with three hearts around it*
Warren
*bug-eyed emoji* night, flower
Warren set his phone off to the side and shifted to a more comfortable position before drifting off to sleep.
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l "I Think I Could Convince You To Stay" l requested prompt |
Woody McClain x Black Reader
(Tried to make this little blurb lighthearted cause I'm always writing something angsty lol.)
"I think I could convince you to stay." Woody mouths against your neck as he leaves little open mouthed kisses along it.
You hiss softly when you feel his tongue make its way up too.
His hands slide up from your hips to your waist and you wrap his hands in yours to stop him before he got a chance to go further with unbuttoning your top.
You take one glance up into the mirror at the pleading man with a small pout on his lips as he looks at you with them warm brown eyes.
You fasten your earrings and giggle at his incessant attempts to get you to call off from work.
"You've given me many many reasons last night why I should've never left the bed. But its called an appointment for a reason. I thought we agreed that we'd keep it casual? It was your idea. "Are you sure you're okay with it because sometimes women be getting attached." Those were your words and I like our little thing we have going. Its fun and uncomplicated" You question while turning to face him.
He cups your face and leans in to give one last kiss to your soft lips.
Woody takes a pause like he's trying to gather what he wants to say to you before letting it roll off of his tongue.
"I know but that was before we started spending nights at each other's house and drinking our coffee together in the mornings. I like hearing you talk about your day.. I be missing you when you're not here."
"All I'm saying is that , I wouldn't mind if your face was the first I got to see in the morning and the last thing I see before I go to sleep." He says placing his hands on your hip .
You scoff and shake your head deciding to tease him and make him sweat a little.
"You're not proposing are you? Because my nails aren't even done. Like you gotta warn a girl before you do all of that." You tease and button your shirt before giving yourself a once over in the mirror.
"Yeah yeah smart ass. I wanna be with you. Tell me I'm wrong. That you don't wanna be with me just as much?" He asks and for a moment you drop your witty and sarcastic reply when you see the look on his phase and the gaze he had on you.
"Alright , you've got me I've been dreaming about you and writing in my diary like Moesha about you since we first met. You big strong handsome hunk of man. My man." You half jokingly announce and he breaks out into a loud laugh at how you can never be serious.
"Okay okay , for real I've got to go to work. Do i look like teacher of the year in this? Cause they be trying me every time I wear this pencil skirt. I'm too old to be dress coded. I gotta double mask and wear gloves to keep me and my kids safe and they worried about a lil curve." You rant and give Woody a little twirl and you can hear this man let out a groan while watching you.
"You look good as hell. I think I'm gonna need lessons later on." He teases and you playfully push him off as you check your watch. You grab your phone off the counter as he walks you out and gives you a quick peck to your lips.
"Dinner tonight , 7:30, my place don't be late. Have a good day!" you call over you shoulder waving with the banana you swiped off the table on your way out.
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This bloody door
a lil blurb of complete fluff - readerxharryholland
“THIS. BLOODY. DOOR.” You shouted at no one in particular, really hoping the door would get the message of how much of a bitch it was being, not letting the key that was crafted just for it to work, instead of relying on a shove from your left shoulder. Which of course it wouldn’t get the message - because it was a door. A plank of wood.
That didn’t matter though. After the possibly the worst day you had ever experienced everyone was in for it tonight, the shoe that had given you such bad blisters that now you were absolutely ruining them by wearing them as slippers; the door; and let's not forget the lift that wouldn’t whisk you away quick enough to hide your tears after… after the presentation from hell. The lanky selfish prick, that most people called James but you simply called the fuckwit of a boss, had literally shredded apart your project in 10 minutes - that had been months of work. He was a dick, the lift was a dick and the door to your shared flat also had many similar characteristics.
“You know it won’t like you if you shout at it” Y/f/n, your best friend and flatmate spoke calmly as she rounded the corner into the hallway - looking at you sympathetically. You weren’t one to blow your top often, she knew today must truly have not gone your way. Replying with a cold hard stare at her, it took a moment before Y/f/n offered any solution. “You wanna rant?”
“Well for one we need a new shitting door because I just almost dislocated my shoulder getting in.” You started sarkily, earning an amused scoff from Y/f/n which didn’t really help your mood. “But chronologically? Well some randomer poured half their coffee down my blouse on the tube this morning which you know was annoying because of my presentation. Then got to work,Fuckwit made a comment about me not scrubbing up well because of the coffee stain- even though he looks like a horse chewed up some hay and then just spat it on the top of his greasy head- and THEN he shat all over my fucking presentation simply because he’s an ignorant arsehole who doesn’t care about the environment EVEN THOUGH sustainability is now a big selling point and I know for a fact we’d be getting double the amount of profit if he launched my range!” Hands were flying all over the place as you raged, Y/f/n just standing opposite with a sympathetic nod.
You had this agreement with Y/f/n - sometimes people just needed to let it all out, no filter, no judgement and no crappy advice. So sometimes, if either of you needed it, the other would just stay quiet and instead just really really listen. It was one of the many reasons you completely loved your best mate.
“And you know I was sobbing and almost ran out the conference room because you know, it was absolutely mortifying. And when I felt like that there was only one person I wanted to talk to, no offence to you but, I wanted to call Harry. And I pulled out my phone to, you know to ask for a bit of sympathy from my boyfriend but instead, I was cruelly reminded of the fact he left me on read almost two days ago. And I’m not a possessive girlfriend who wants to know where he is all the time or whatever, even though I think most people probably would because you know his job means girls literally fall at his feet, but no it's not me. Still though…2 DAYS? I mean he was the one who asked me to be his girlfriend, and I get he’s busy directing on the other side of the world but all I need is a single text saying sorry I’m a bit busy at the moment.”
“Y/n” That wasn’t allowed during a rant, you weren’t allowed to interrupt the other. So naturally, you just completely ignored Y/f/n chiming in.
“And like it's even worse because you know he’s been away for ages and I kind of had a realisation a couple of days ago. Before you say anything I know I don’t know what love is right? I know that but-but I think I maybe possibly might actually love him. And that terrifies me but its the truth. I really do think I could quite possibly be in love with him. So-so now” Your voice broke a little at the point, the rage and anger dissipating into sadness - and there was no other word for it. Just this heavy thing that felt like it was weighing you down.
“Y/n I really-“
“So now I have a boyfriend who I love but is ignoring me, have probably lost my job” The voice breaking now was you gulping down an almost sob, again completely ignoring your best mate “and the door is still a dick” Y/f/n laughed a little at that, however, was too busy staring intently at you to take any real appreciation for your comedy in a time of almost-break down.
“…you’ve got nothing to say?” After what felt like minutes of silence, you prompted Y/f/n to speak - it took her opening and closing her mouth but she got there in the end.
“Sorry just a shock um… I think… I think maybe you should go sit on the sofa.”
“God fucking Einstein aren’t you? How could I forget the sofa fixes a broken heart, unemployment and a door?” You didn’t mean to be so sarcastic and cruel, and Y/f/n knew that too - she wasn’t going to take offence after how angry you are at the world.
“Y/n just shut your mouth and go into the living room” You rolled your eyes but followed her orders, marching angrily into your small and simple living room. Sure it wasn’t a luxury, but renting a two bed in London wasn’t exactly the most affordable thing - both of you had still managed to inject a nice cozy vibe into it though, with fairy lights and throw cushions and blankets.
However this evening it had a certain new piece of decor that definitely wasn’t there when you left this morning. Sitting bolt upright with a shit eating grin was a sight that was almost impossible. A curly haired, skinny but oh so safe looking man perched on the couch. Your curly haired, skinny but safe boy. It was almost impossible but at the same time, somehow, very very real.
“Hi” He uttered awkwardly, almost looking scared of your blank, confused expression. You just didn’t get it you didn’t understand and stood their frozen, hands held out slightly as if you were waiting for someone to pass you a plate or something. After a couple of seconds, Y/f/n got bored of the nothing - gently shoving you from behind, meaning you had no choice but to lurch forward, run and then almost jump on Harry, his back pushed into the back of the sofa with your momentum.
Everything just felt so much more right as you listened to his deep chuckle reverberate around his chest. From your position straddling him and arms clinging round his neck as though you were some sort of a koala, Harry finally had all of you in his grasp after months apart. That’s why he’d arranged this whole thing with Y/f/n to surprise you by coming home earlier than what he had told you- it was also why he had been leaving all your messages unanswered, he’d been on flights back and also thought it would be an even better surprise if you hadn’t spoken in a while. Now though, he just felt extremely guilty as your chest started shaking in a way he’d never seen before.
“Hey it’s okay.... just take a minute yeh?”
Because of course he had heard you shouting from the doorway, the flat was only small. He knew you’d had an incredibly shit day, also knowing that sometimes you need a cry just to let it all out. And so he let you, gently rubbing up and down your back while you sniffled into his chest. With a small nod to Harry, Y/f/n made herself scarce - more than reassured Harry had the situation under control.
It must’ve been a couple of minutes, of you just quietly crying into his chest whilst his heartbeat calmed you down. Eventually, though, you leant back but still with your arms round his neck, just enough so you could meet his eyes. “Hey” Harry whispered, as he moved one arm from around your waist to gently wipe away a singular tear drop on your cheek.
“You’re so bloody annoying” You laughed, a sort of wet and congested laugh but still with oh so soft eyes for the boy in front of.
“That's seriously how your gonna greet me? I flew halfway across the world to see you!” He quipped back, gently squeezing you hip as he spoke.
“Yeah well, you didn’t reply to me!” It was a jokey statement with a faked pout - because not to be cocky but having him infant of you like this you knew. Harry wouldn’t have flown home for someone he didn’t care about, his pupils wouldn’t be so incredibly wide and your heartbeats wouldn’t have exactly synced up - which you had noticed as you were lent against his chest.
“I was just trying to surprise you! But yeh was a bit of a dick move.”
“As long as you know it” He laughed at that and you took the opportunity to try and clamber off him somewhat - yet Harry just clamped you down with his hands again, not letting you move from your position straddled over him.
“So have I made the worlds shittest day a little less shit then?” He taunted making you roll your eyes but instead of sassing him back you just leant down and feathered your lips on his momentarily. He whined when you pulled away since your lips had barely ghosted over his; your hands now cupping his sharp jaw and cheeks. Both of you just took a moment to look at each other, for the first time in too long, trying to commit every aspect and little perfect imperfection to memory.
“So” you whispered, biting your lip, with the knowledge Harry had heard everything you’d shouted at Y/f/n when you came in and knowing Harry well enough to know he would definitely bring it up - to no doubt mock you.
“So… you think you could ‘maybe possibly might be in love with me’ is that right?” There it was, Harry was never one for beating round the bush. Moreover, that just proved you knew him like the back of your hand - it made you chuckle almost silently, shaking you had with amusement. “Well I was wondering what could make you a bit more certain of that and… and I’ve already asked Tom and all his year of carpentry experience to fix ‘that bloody door’”
“And why would you want me to be more certain?” You only asked because you knew. You knew him and you could read everything he was feeling like a book. And you liked to tease him
“Perhaps because I maybe possibly most definitely am in love with you?… what do you say huh?”
“Fix my door first., then we can talk.”
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magical moonlight - jj maybank
summary: a mysterious girl catches jj’s eye, but is it possible she only caught his?
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pairing: jj x reader
word count: 1,524
warnings: spooky vibes, probably typos and a touch of supernatural spirits!
A/N: this is a short lil’ halloween imagine, which was actually supposed to be a blurb. ofc i’m late per usual and posting this on november. also, this is kinda supernatural which i don’t usually do, but it was halloween, so why the fuck not!
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“What the hell are you doing JJ? Quit staring, you’re gonna scare her away,” Pope remarked snapping JJ out of his trance like gaze.
“What? I was not staring”
“Was too. By the way, you’ve got a little drool over there” John B. said mockingly, marking where he should wipe. JJ mimicked his actions sarcastically, punching him lightly in the arm.
Like every year, on the same spooky night, Ward, Rose and Wheezie were out on the main land, leaving the Cameron residence in the hands of Rafe and Sarah, and like every year, they threw a Halloween bash. It was a pogue tradition to crash the party since they weren’t invited, except this year, they were, for Sarah and John B. started dating.
This year, JJ dressed up as a boxer, John B. and Sarah as Bonnie and Clyde, Pope as Luke Skywalker and Kiara as a mermaid. JJ absolutely loved Halloween, and so did the rest of the pogues, they adored the feeling of equality, for everyone was dressed up, each individual hiding behind their own mask or face full of makeup, covering their true self. No judgment.
Most of the girls at the party were either dressed up as slutty cats, cops or witches, which was usually the type of prey JJ would go for, knowing they were east territory, however this time, a particularly mysterious girl caught his eye, one wearing a black widow costume, a red solo cup in her hand as she made conversation with Sarah and Kie.
John B. and Pope teased JJ the entire time about how he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, making his cheeks heat up until eventually he decided to approach her.
He thought about what he could say to her but nothing came to mind and he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.
“hey gorgeous, haven’t i seen you some place before?”
A pickup line. He mentally facepalmed himself.
She was a bit taken aback by his question, but recovered quickly answering “yes, that’s why i don’t go there anymore”. She then walked away, mumbling under her breath “typical fuck boy”.
JJ was confused to why she wasn’t interested, although he did realise he sounded quite stupid, he was yet to discover a girl who didn’t fall for his charms.
He walked up to her once more. “Let me start over, hi, I’m JJ”
“Good for you”
“Look, I’m sorry for that, okay? I promise I’m not like that”
“You’re lying” she said effortlessly seeing through his act.
“Are you sure this is just a costume or are you actually the black widow” he questioned pointing at her suit, for he was surprised, usually girls would follow him blindly, but not her. She giggled at his words but immediately averted her attention to anything other than him.
He begged her to give him another chance until she agreed.
They spent the majority of the night talking at the party and getting to know one another, although he was the one who did most of the talking, she mainly just listened.
He eventually suggested they leave, since the party was coming to an end but he didn’t want the night to as well, and neither did she.
An idea formed in her mind, “follow me” she said eagerly and he followed close behind as she led him up the stair case.
The music was muffled by the walls, fading more and more as they made their way up and farther away from the rest of the party.
They climbed out the window on the top floor, and laid on the roof beside one another as they gazed up at the stars, a comfortable silence washing over them.
They relished each other’s presence in that spooky night, as the wind howled through the trees, yellow leaves falling from them as a result of autumn breeze, making a crunchy sound when people stepped on them as they left the party.
The unearthly moon was full, reflecting in the eyes of the mysterious girl, her skin beaming in the moonlight and he was very much enjoying the view.
She looked back at him smiling then sat up, announcing she was leaving since it was getting late and her parents were probably worried.
“Good night JJ,” she smiled weakly “I like your name by the way” she added, a faint smile painting her lips.
“Thanks, got it for my birthday” he shot her a witty grin and her’s turned into a smirk. as he watched her attempt to get back inside, he remembered the burning question he forgot to ask.
She had one leg out the other side of the window when his voice chimed in her ears.
“Wait! I didn’t catch your name”
“That’s because I didn’t throw it” she retorted, leaving the rooftop and heading back inside.
He was mesmerised by her essence, there was something quiet magical about her.
He watched the front door carefully from the roof, yearning for her, to see her once more, even if it was just for a split second when she leaves the property.
He sat there patiently when five minutes turned to ten which turned to twenty quickly turning into an hour - at which point he was worried.
He went downstairs, seeing the other pogues all gathered by the kitchen counter, when he caught Kiara’s eye. “There you are JJ! We looked all over for you” She shouted, letting out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I didn’t see you all night, where were you?” Pope asked.
JJ proudly wore a grin on his face, shooting them furrowed eyebrows as to why they were asking him such questions when they obviously knew the answer.
“Pope, do y’all have like short term memory or something? You guys know I was with that girl”
“What are you talking about? What girl?”
“You know what girl! The one you and John B. were teasing me about before, she was in a black widow costume,” he said as if it was obvious and they were just playing dumb.
They all gave each other worried looks with muddled expressions. “Come on you guys don’t remember?? Kie, Sarah, the two of you talked to her earlier”
“Is he imagining things now, or is it just the spooky spirit of Halloween taking over him?” Kie whispered to Sarah, loud enough for the rest to hear and they all cackled with laughter making JJ roll his eyes.
“Dude, I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. The minute we got here you disappeared” John B. said putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manor.
“Well you couldn’t have missed her coming down the stairs, which brings me to why i’m here, did you guys see her leave?” He asked, desperate at this point for a positive answer.
“You were the only one up there JJ” Sarah gently said.
“Are you guys serious? Is this some kind of joke?”
“No, we seriously have no idea who you’re talking about” Sarah trailed off giving him a concerned look, then shrugged her shoulders “sorry...”
JJ got annoyed that instead of listening they just gave him the feeling like he’s gone insane, he didn’t imagine it, he couldn’t have, right?
He couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious girl, how no one believed him, he looked for her everywhere, during each year after that, on Halloween, he went with the same boxer costume he wore the night he met her, in hopes she’d be where he goes and have no trouble recognising him.
He never saw her, until one night, he did.
On Halloween, five years after his encounter with her, JJ and the pogues went to a “haunted house”. John B. suggested they go to the old house on marly street, the abandoned one, he claimed it would be an adventure, especially on such a chilling evening.
A picture of her and her family members hung above the fire place in that dark house.
“oh my- HA! Guys come quick!” JJ squealed impatiently once he recognised her. The rest of the pogues all came running in his direction, afraid something bad might’ve happened.
“What is it JJ?” Sarah asked out of breath once she saw he was fine.
“Look, you guys! See?! I told you I didn’t imagine her!” He said enthusiastically pointing at her figure in the framed picture. “She’s real, I knew it! And you guys didn’t believe me!” Seeing the picture gave him a flicker of hope, he might get the chance to see her again.
“Now all I need to do is find her”
To Pope though, something still felt wrong, weird. He moved closer, observing the picture carefully from a better angle, when it hit him.
“Umm... JJ?”
“Huh?”
“I wouldn’t count on that...”
“And why is that Sooby-Doo?” he questioned sarcastically once he noticed Pope’s terrified expression, whose face went pale in fear as he spoke.
“Because that’s Y/N Y/L/N. She died in a fire in this house with her entire family. Exactly eight years before you supposedly met her, on Halloween.”
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Guitar Talk
Blurb Synopsis: Although thousands of miles away, you wouldn’t give up guitar lessons with your boyfriend, Niall, for anything. Even if he can be a little shit.
Genre: Lots of fluff, although a little sad.
Word Count: 4.5k words
Pairing: Niall x Reader
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The red circle blinks in front of your eyes. Your eyes flit to your hands that begin to move effortlessly, music coming from them. Well, actually it’s coming from the guitar strings you play. Picking the strings, you play a D suspended chord before moving to the G major 7. A smile bends your lips when you play the next chord, B minor 7 without a hiccup, and the A suspended chord too. But when you get to the G major 6 chord, your fingers struggle with where to go on the strings. You stop there and make a funny face at the camera. The red circle stops blinking and you exhale, feeling the nerves worsen.
Now your fingers tap along the screen, a message composing before your eyes.
Does this sound better?
With the guitar sitting in your lap, you hit the send button. Saving the message, you swipe over to the home screen. After viewing a few snaps from friends, you reply with random selfies and messages. When you return to the home screen, the arrow in front of his name is empty. Opening the conversation again, his little brunette haired bitmoji pops up. A white cloud above his head with an ellipses appears too. Niall is typing, it says. The sound of a bubble popping greets your ears and new words appear.
sounds good luv. but looks like ur struggling with that last chord. here’s a tip - the 2nd time u play the lil sequence through, use the same finger to press down for the same two notes on that string. way easier than adding another finger to the mix. does that make sense ? xx
Your eyebrows knit together over your tired eyes. Rubbing them doesn’t help, because the words in front of you still don’t make sense. Holding your thumb down on the message, you tap Save. It’s always annoyed you how you can never remember what was said last time in a snapchat conversation, if you don’t save it. Exhaling, you try to read through his message again, but the second time isn’t the charm. No, not when Niall starts talking in guitar language. One you’ve just started to learn, with his help. But it’s always been easier for him to teach you guitar when it’s not over fricken Snapchat, you think to yourself with a silent groan. You’re tempted to go and put the guitar back on the stand in the corner where you’ve wanted to leave it since he left. But you try to play that sequence over again, but once again you mess up. Your phone chimes again with the popping noise.
Snapchat from Niall
Dragging your thumb across the screen, you sigh from frustration.
hello luv ? did u try that ? xx
Tossing your phone onto your bed, you set the acoustic guitar on the mound of bed covers. Padding out of the room in your fuzzy socks, you turn down the hallway. Even though it’s been almost two weeks, you still can’t get used to how quiet the house is without him.
Usually there would be a football match on the tv, his singing or guitar playing echoing throughout the house, or him blasting music while working out or cooking. Your most favorite of all is how he could never fail to scare you.
Whether it was walking into the study while you’re doing homework, and giving jumper cables to your sides.
Yelling ‘boo!’ when he walked in on you cleaning the kitchen, making you drop the cleaning spray.
Opening the door to the shower quietly and whispering something into your ear.
Suddenly saying ‘ah!’ while grabbing your side in the middle of a movie - a horror movie or not.
Whatever he did, you always jumped to high heavens with a scream. Although it got on your nerves sometimes, and almost made you cry when you were half asleep or the movie was scary, you miss it. You miss him.
His contagious laugh. Those wicked blue eyes. The empty cans of sparkling water sat around the house, although they annoyed you. Him yelling at the referees on the tv, even though he knows they can’t hear him. His sometimes annoyingly loud singing. Even if he always left the seat up on the toilet, but to his defense he kept saying he’d remember next time and that no, you didn’t need to get one of the fancy seats that lifted itself. You missed well, everything. His advice, that of course, you can still get, but it’s not instantaneous anymore. You can still see his smile over FaceTime or through pictures, but that’s delayed too. So is saying goodnight to him, because you have to figure out the time zones and his schedule. Getting his help on something, whether it’s figuring out where he put the strainer for the pasta, or his advice on an essay you wrote. Now, even his guitar lessons that he insisted you continue while he’s away are even harder with his absence. Although they’re frustrating and his guitar language is unintelligible at times, it’s made you feel closer to him. And that’s not something you want to give up, especially now.
You’ve kept telling yourself that it will all be over soon. He has a few more shows until he’s done with this leg of his tour, and then he’ll be home. Well, just for a few weeks before he goes out again. But then you can join him, because your courses will be done for the semester. You would have tagged along with him in a heartbeat, like you so often do. But two of your classes this semester were only offered on campus, and with the end of your degree nearing, there wasn’t any way to get around it. As you wash your hands after using the bathroom, you recall the look on his face when you told him last November. He tried to hide his disappointment, but after he asked you why you couldn’t take them online or wait on them, he found it impossible to mask any longer.
Shaking your head of the unpleasant memories, you turn off the bathroom light. The memories you shared in there still linger - Niall’s first bath bomb that left glitter on him for days, messing each other’s shampooed hair up into different dos in the shower, and the Eagles picture he has framed above the toilet that you still laugh at. Only he would hang that picture there to look at while he takes a leak. But the memories are whisked away when you hear your ringtone, a recent favorite song of yours. Then your Macbook chimes in as well, receiving the call too, because it’s synced to your phone.
Rushing to your shared bedroom, you plop onto the large bed. Huffing, you find your phone in the sea of covers after a few seconds. Your rapid heartbeat from the fear of missing the call only increases when you see the name. Or more like the picture lighting up your screen. Your heart warms at the smiling picture of a brown-haired little boy. And then it aches.
“You’re supposed to be getting ready to leave for the arena, you said,” the words fall from your lips in an annoyed sigh.
“Oh, t’anks. Jus’ wanna talk t’ me lovely girlfrien’, but guess not. ‘ll jus’ go then,” Niall responds sarcastically.
“No don’t. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to make you late.”
“Ya won’. Jus’ answe’,” he replies, knitting your eyebrows together. But before you can ask what you’re supposed to be answering, your phone twinkles, and then your Macbook.
You can’t stay upset as you see the message flash on your screen. Ni wants to FaceTime.
“Ni,” you begin, trying to sound stern.
“Jus’ answe’ tha bloody FaceTime befo’ I change me mind,” he tells you, his words ending in a laugh. “C’mon, love, I don’ got a lotta time.”
“Okay.”
Pressing the green Answer button, you let your phone fall into the cream covers once again. Criss-crossing your legs, you drag the laptop over to sit in front of you. A hum leaves its speaker as Niall’s image materializes on the screen in front of you. A warm smile paints his stubbly face as one soon covers yours.
“Hi, love.”
“Hi. Why the FaceTime? I mean I’m not complaining, but I thought we were going to wait until tonight,” you say, confusion rolling off of your words.
“Grab yer guitar,” is all he says, his favorite Lowden guitar suddenly appearing in the frame. “‘m gonna help ya wit’ dat part befo’ I hafta go.”
You try to hold back the smile inching up your lips, but it’s hard. You’re sure some body part of yours fills his screen as you lean over the laptop to grab the guitar.
“Oi! I thought ‘d brought t’ose shorts wit’ me. I see where they’ve gone now, ye li’l thief!” Niall exclaims from the computer. Giggling, you sit back down, the bed moving as you get comfortable. “Wha’d ye go in me suitcase befo’ I left an’ take what ya wanted?” he guffaws in his famous laugh, it having been too long since the last time you heard it. If only a couple of hours. You try not to think of how many days it’s been since you heard it without a phone in between you two.
“No!” you scoff in disbelief, settling the Gibson G-45 Studio on your lap. A present from Niall for your birthday after you agreed to let him finally teach you how to play guitar. You told him again and again not to spend a lot of money on it for you. Unbeknownst to you if he did, he only said that he wanted to get you something of quality. And he said something about how there’s no point in playing something lousy that won’t hold up to the music. Then he wouldn’t shut up about how good Gibsons are and how many guitars of theirs that he has.
“Sureeee. Now le’s jus’ try dat first verse yer learnin’. See how I can help. Oh an’ fo’ tha record, ‘m goin’ through yer drawers when I get home t’ see what else ye took o’ mine,” he smirks, shaking his head as he mutters your name.
A red blush covers your cheeks, giving him the guilty verdict he was looking for. Rolling his eyes, he rakes a hand through his flat brunette hair. He tugs on the collar of his Fleetwood Mac shirt, the frame of his hotel bed behind him. “Ye li’l shit, you,” he mumbles affectionately with another shake of his head. Sticking the white guitar pick between his lips, he holds onto it there before moving something out of frame.
Thoughts of missing his lips and what they could be doing to you right now muddle your thoughts. They cause you to fudge up the very first chord you pick. But with encouraging words from him, you carry on. It happens again when you get to that dreaded G major 6 chord.
“‘Kay, since ye ignored me Snapchat ‘bout tryin’ it wit’ tha same finga, watch me,��� Niall insists, humor sticking to his words.
“I didn’t ignore it! You don’t make sense when you talk guitar, you know that? I told you that you have to dumb it down for me. Plus, I had to go pee, so there were more important matters,” you argue, resting your hands on the top curve of the natural colored wood.
“Oh ‘m sorry, love. Yer right, I gotta rememba dat. ‘Kay, so watch me now. Watch how I use tha same finger t’ play tha next note on dat string. So I pluck tha fifth string wit’ me finga on tha second fret. Then next it wants me t’ pluck tha same string, but on tha third fret,” he explains, looking back and forth between the guitar and you. He walks through every step as he plays the two notes slowly. “So ‘m gonna use me pointa finga, coz tha’s what works fer me. ‘ll play tha first note on tha second string, an’ then almost drag it down t’ pluck it again, but on tha third fret. Make sense wha’ ‘m sayin’? You try it now.”
Your head goes up and down at his words, mumbling an ‘okay.’ Hands leaving your guitar, you drag Niall’s image to the side of the screen. The note showing the guitar tablature Niall wrote comes out of hiding to help you. You scroll down until you find the G major 6 chord. With Niall watching, you nervously try the technique he showed you. It’s rocky at first, because the fingerpicking is different from the previous chord, but soon you hear applause.
“There, tha’s it. Yer gettin’ tha hang o’ it, love. I really t’ink that’ll be easier fer ye. Jus’ keep tryin’ dat technique I taught ye. An’ go slow, ye don’ need t’ speed up ‘til yer comfortable playin’ dat. Ye start off slow ‘til ye can start t’ speed up. T’ink o’ it dis way - if yer makin’ too many mistakes, then yer playin’ it too fast. But if yer not makin’ any mistakes, then speed it up a li’l,” Niall narrates, almost losing you for a second with the guitar talk again.
“Okay, I get it. Thanks, I’ll try that,” you murmur, tearing your eyes away from the screen awkwardly.
“Wha’? Why ye bein’ all shy, love? ‘s jus’ me, nobody else ‘s here wit’ me.”
“You know it’s hard playing in front of you,” you begrudgingly reveal, repeating this for perhaps the hundredth time.
But it never makes you settle, because it’s just as nerve-wracking each time you play for him. Or send a snapchat recording. Or when you know that he’s listening in the next room, well because he used to make comments, but that was until you got annoyed and he stopped. Or when you’d play outside in the garden to escape his ears, sure he’s eavesdropping somewhere. You know, because he did the same thing before with your singing. He’d crack the bathroom door open just to hear a hint of you singing in the shower. Or stop just around the corner from the kitchen when you sang along while cooking.
“I know ‘s nervewrackin’. It was fer me when I first started, an’ sumtimes it still ‘s when ‘m ‘round otha guitar playas. But, babe, ye gotta let dat all go. Coz ‘ve learned if ya don’t, yer not gonna get anywhere. Hey, look at me, will ye?” Niall coos from the screen of your laptop. Lifting your eyes from the covers, they return to his smiling face. “An’ I hope it counts fer sumthin’ dat ‘m yer numba one fan.”
With that, all of your nerves go out the window. He puts a smile on your face and you can’t help but nod in response. “And I’m yours,” you respond, immediately seeing his head go up and down.
“Believe me, I couldn’t forget. I know ye always will be, darlin’,” he smiles, his bubblegum lips spreading to show his straight white teeth. Memories flash in your mind from the hundreds of songs you’ve watched him perform with his guitar. On stage, and well, on the couch. “Now, will ye try it once mo’ fer me, my love?”
Nodding, you hear him cheer which sends you into a fit of giggles. Soon, his loud laugh pours from the speakers to grace your ears. One of your own trickles from your lips as you find your fingering on the guitar. He counts you off to 4, and then you take your time fingerpicking the chords. The G major 6 appears out of nowhere, but you use Niall’s trick again this time. The next words out of his mouth echo your thoughts.
“I t’ink dat went betta dat time too. Good job, love. Yer jus’ gettin’ betta an’ betta. Really, I mean it. Ever since we started t’ese lessons a year ago, yer doin’ so well. ‘m so proud o’ you, bub,” Niall grins, scratching his beard before his chin settles in his palm.
You’re choked for words, unsure of what you could say that could express your gratefulness. But you feel rest assured, knowing that he knows how much he means to you. As well as how grateful you are for him for teaching you how to play.
“Why d’ya wanna learn dis song o’ mine anyways? Neva gotta ask ya dat bit,” he questions, twirling the pick around in his finger. Absentmindedly, he kind of chews on it as he waits for your answer.
“I dunno, I’ve always liked it. It sounds so pretty, and you said it would be fun to play together since it has two parts,” you reply, the words finding their way.
“Mmmm, I see. So yer gonna finally let me play a song wit’ you, huh?”
“We’ll see,” you say, shrugging your shoulders.
“Hey, don’ go on teasin’ me. Wait, ‘s dat gray Eagles jumpa o’ mine yer wearin’? I was lookin’ all over da place fer dat when I was packin’!” Niall exclaims, his face getting closer to the camera.
“Um no, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hurry, pushing the laptop screen back to raise the camera away from your chest.
Shaking his head, he tsk-tsks your name once again. “Ye li’l bugga, you. I dunno what ‘m gonna do wit’ ye when I get home. Well actually, I might ‘ave sum new ideas since ye keep stealin’ me clothes,” Niall winks, a sly smirk sticking to his lips. His eyebrows dance amongst his forehead, sending your lips into giggles.
“Hey! They were still in your closet, so they were fair game!” you counter, inching your head forward.
Pressing his lips together, his head shakes fast. “No, no, no. Tha’s not how it works, an’ ye know it, love. Said ye can go bloody wild wit’ knickin’ me clothes, afta I packed me suitcases. I swear t’ God dat jumpa wasn’t in me closet when I went through grabbin’ stuff t’ pack. An’ it just so ‘appened t’ end up on yer body now, afta ‘m gone. Hmm, I can only wonder how dat ‘appened,” Niall quips, a smile soon peeking at the corners of his lips. You both try to hide the laughs you’re suppressing, but soon they fill the ears of the other. “Bloody hell, ‘m really gonn’ get ye when I get home soon. T’ink I might tear dat off ye soon as I walk in da door.”
“I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” you admit, a blush warming your cheeks. You savor the sound of his laugh in your ears, and the smile spreading across his face.
“An’ ‘m hidin’ it afta dat. Coz tha’s one o’ me favourite jumpas, an’ ye know dat, too!”
You try to act all innocent, but he knows you’re guilty as hell. He knows you. From how much milk you put in your cereal, what kind of clothes you like for when he brings you home new merch of his, what new song of his you’ll love before you’ve even heard it, often why you’re crabby although sometimes he claims not to know, and while he’s gone he always knows what time you’re doing homework or when you go to bed. He never forgets a goodnight call.
“What am I gonna do wit’ ye, bub,” he sighs, scratching at his stubbly neck. Although he tries to act annoyed, a smile finds it way back onto his face as he stares into the camera. “How’s yer day been since I talked t’ ya dis mornin’? Well, mornin’ fer me.”
“It’s been fine. It’s gross here - it’s all rainy and cold,” you explain, the words guiding your eyes to the misty windows. “It kinda makes for a good studying day, though. I got a few assignments done, and then I was going to make some dinner soon, seeing it’s half-past 6.”
“I s’pose I shouldn’ be sendin’ ye photos o’ tha hot an’ sunny day we’re ‘avin’ here, then,” Niall chuckles, a teasing gleam in his eye. “But tha’s good ye got sum stuff done. Whatcha gonna make fer dinna? Did ye eat up all t’ose frozen meals I made fer ya befo’ I left?”
“No, I still have a few left. That’s a good idea, though. I didn’t really want to cook,” you smile, watching his soon mirror your own. Fuck that few second delay, you think to yourself, finding it hard to ignore.
His face freezes for a few seconds, making you sigh. The picture grows blurry but then he starts moving again. “Sorry, love, connection got bad fer a bit there. What’d ye say ye were makin’ fo dinna?” he repeats, his voice sounding far away, reminding you that he’s halfway across the world. In your chest, your heart squeezes at the thought, one that you can’t push away as well lately.
“Oh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
“No, tell me. I wanna know. I like t’ hear all t’hese li’l details, coz they make me feel like ‘m there wit’ you,” Niall insists. You swallow, feeling emotions come back up. Yeah, no thanks, you say inaudibly to yourself.
“Um, I guess one of the lasagna pieces you froze. It’s been sounding good to me lately.”
“Mmmm, ye it does sound good. Maybe ‘ll ‘ave it fer dinna tonight, too. Can be like we had dinna togetha,” he says in his Irish lilt.
This time, the words hit you harder, and it’s hard to hide the effect they have on you. Tearing your eyes away from the screen, you try to focus on your breathing to will the feelings away.
“Ye holdin’ up okay, sweetheart?” Niall ponders, once again proving how well he knows you. Or maybe it’s just a coincidence, bad timing, or he’s feeling the same way.
Exhaling slowly, you swallow past the lump in your throat. Returning your eyes to his inquisitive blues, your insides tighten at the sight. One that is so comforting and relaxing, but at the same time, it can be so painful you can’t bear it.
“Yeah, I’m doing fine,” you mumble, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Ye don’ gotta lie t’ me, y’know,” he almost whispers, before his bottom lip comes between his teeth. “T’ese guitar lessons ‘ave made it a li’l easier fer me dis time ‘round. I mean, fook, ‘s neva easy, but it takes me mind off it. I hope it does fer ye too, bub.”
You can hardly see the tip of his nose as his head has fallen. The plucking of strings follows the sound of his voice, but you’re unsure if he’s distracted by his guitar or if he’s doing it on purpose. “I feel like I always come t’ love ye a li’l mo’ when ‘m away, but now teachin’ ye guitar makes me love ye a li’l more too. Didn’ even t’ink dat was possible,” Niall admits with a small laugh, his striking blue eyes returning to yours.
“Okay, you’re really going to make me cry now, so stop it,” you confess in tear-choked words. True to your word, tears obscure your vision within seconds. You laugh, but you know it sounds fake and out of place.
“Ye betta not start cryin’, or else ye know I will too. So ye knock dat off right now, young lady,” Niall says firmly, but you hear the wavering of his voice. “‘Kay maybe dis will stop yer cryin’. Imma hide all me jumpas when I get home so ye stop bloody stealin’ ‘em, maybe me gym shorts too. Ye think I don’ know, but I know where ye hide ‘em, love. Know ye hide ‘em in da linen closet. Found sum ‘d been searchin’ all ova fo’ when I went t’ put new bedsheets on da last time. So yer secret’s out.”
His bright laugh licks your wounds, but the effect doesn’t stay. Because then you hear him sniffle, and your eyes drop to your lap. “‘s hopefully da last time we’ll hafta do dis, with ye ‘avin’ t’ stay back when I go on tour fer ye courses, but-.”
“Yeah, I registered for the fall and my advisor worked with me to be online for the rest of my degree. I just spoke to her yesterday about it,” you reveal. Lifting your eyes to his reddening ones, a smile splits your lips as you deliver the news.
“Aw, babe, tha’s wonderful! Couldn’ ‘ave heard betta news today than dat. T’ink ye jus’ made me whole bloody day!” Niall grins, pumping his arms in the air with a cheer. But as his laugh fades away, you watch him wipe under his eyes. “I know it doesn’ take ‘way da pain right now, tho’. Coz I feel meself hurtin’ everytime I wanna tell ye sumthin’, show ye sumthin’, or when I reach for ye in da middle o’ da night. Even miss ye on t’ese video calls.”
His quiet sobs accompany yours as tears trail down your cheeks. Hiccuping, you let the feelings out that you’ve been packing away for a rainy day like today. With your heavy workload this week, you didn’t want to distract yourself with the tears. You left them until nighttime, lying in your cold bed with his side empty. No laughs heard under the covers, or his fingers dancing across your ticklish ribs, or waking up to kisses along your jaw with his voice floating across your skin. None of that. You think that although the house is empty and you can hear his voice over the phone, you feel the most lonely at night and waking up alone.
“Niall,” you barely get out in between tears, and heavy thoughts. As a tear spills onto your cheek, your eyes focus on his head of hair bent over his guitar.
“But I told meself dis’ mornin’, only five mo’ days, Niall. Then tomorro’ it’ll be four, an’ then t’ree an’ befo’ not much longa, ‘s zero. Then I getta t’ come home t’ ye wearin’ me clothes, dat I know I bitch ‘bout, but I really do love,” he divulges, guitar notes floating in the air amongst his words. “Five mo’ days ‘til I can slobber ye all ova wit’ kisses, an’ fall asleep wit’ ye in me arms.”
“And steal your clothes back, and play guitar together,” you hum, watching a tear splash onto the shiny surface of your guitar.
“Mmmmhmm, an’ ‘til then ‘ll keep teachin’ ye ova FaceTime an’ bloody Snapchat,” he guffaws, pulling up the corners of your lips happily. “An’ maybe if ‘m lucky ‘ll get sum otha pics on Snapchat.”
Shaking your head, you can’t hold back the laugh behind your lips. His loud one echoes yours soon after, your cheeks growing red.
“Oh God, only five more days,” you sigh, clucking your tongue. He lifts his head, and although he’s on the other side of the planet, somehow you can feel his eyes glassy with tears stare into your soul.
“Ye, an’ yer gonna get sick o’ me with how much ‘m gonna be lovin’ on ye.”
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The things you need to start the self publishing thing
This is a day late, doesn’t even follow the how to do the thing format, and my dyslexia is running rampant today so ther’s probably six billion typos and mispellings but fuck it let’s goooooooo
Shit you’ll need before you can even get to the shit you need:
A complete manuscript
I’m talking multiple drafts here people. Beta readers, self edits, tears, blood sacrifice, the works. Unfortunately, this isn’t 1920, we cannot publish our first drafts.
I mean, you can but its not gonna go well.
Money
Like. Lots of money. This shit is Expensive.
A Plan
Don’t be like me. Don’t just suddenly go “alright let’s publish” one day
Actually lay out a timeline for yourself
Expect delays
So Many Delays
Plan for publishing at least like six months in advance you will thank yourself later I promise
Ingramspark vs. Createspace or whatever they call it now. They changed the name the other day I think
I went for ingramspark
Because
Fuck amazon
Ingramspark is More Professional
Everyone else also thinks “fuck amazon”
You’ll be able to sell your book more places this way.
This one is a p personal decison so look this shit up yourself.
One you’ve got that shit, you can get this other shit
First things first, hire an editor. There are a shit ton of different editors out there, I’m not listing them all, mostly because I don’t remember them all and a lot of them overlap anyway. The majority of places will let you pick an editing ‘package’ that’ll combine several types. Go with that.
Alright I’ll list a couple kinds of editor. Just the ones I can remember tho, I’m not looking them up again.
Content Editor-looks over the big picture, the story itself. Fuck that grammar bullshit, this is about lookign for plot holes and character inconsistencies and shit. Basically a beta on steroids, I love these dudes.
Line Editor-this is what everyone thinks of when they say editor. They do the grammar shit.
Sensitivity reader-make sure you’re not making a dick of yourself, good thing to have.
Learn how to Format the book
This one you actually can do yourself, its not like...unattainably difficult, especially if you can get ahold of Microsoft Word.
The basics are:
Book Size
8.5x5.5 is pretty much the most common
And that’s the interior pages, the cover itself tends to add a lil bit onto that and so if you go measure a bunch of books you’re gonna get 9x6 or something
Font
12 pt. Times New Roman is the standard
Margins.
I think 1 inch is standard?
Listen, this shit gets complicated and its been like nine months since I did it, I’ll link you some things at the end so you can get a better idea.
Header and Footer
Pro tip: Center all of this shit, that way you don’t have to fuck around with aligning it right on the corners of the page.
Author name on one page, book name on the other
You can do evens or odds, I don’t think there’s a standard
Page number on every page
EXCEPT: the first page of a new chapter
Just to make things more difficult, nothing goes on those pages. Because fuck you.
Widows and Orphans
Yeah I know “what the fuck does that mean???”
You know how sometimes you’ll have this one sentence that’s just hogging a whole page? Yeah those
Or those times that a sentence goes onto the next page all on its own
I’m not sure which of those are widows and which ones are orphans tbh. I mean... I could probably guess but nothing is simple you know?
There’s some places that’ll tell you to do this manually by changing the line spacing and/or text size of each page?
Don’t fuckign do that
That’s ludicrous.
There’s literally a button for it on microsoft word
This is one of those things where the easy solution is actually the one you’re supposed to use.
Oh yeah, indents
No you can’t just press tab
That would be too easy.
And nothing can be easy, remember?
0.3/0.5 is the standard I think.
Also make sure everything is left aligned.
And the line spacing is usually double spaced? I think?
I want to say there was a certain number of lines per page that was standard and you’re supposed to fiddle around until you get that. So enjoy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IGkyMhsr28
https://firstmanuscript.com/proper-manuscript-format/
A Cover
Unless you’re like A Professional don’t do this yourself its way more complicated than you’d think
Have a Solid Idea of what you want your cover to look like. Just shrugging and going “idk man” isn’t going to help anyone.
This isn’t just the fun artsy shit either
Figure out where you’re putting the blurb and your author picture and your author bio, which, btw, you gotta write too. I’ll get there.
Author Bio
Jenna Morecci did a whole video on this so def look that up cause that’s pretty much the best info I’ve got for you.
But:
3-5 sentences
Written in third person
Yes its weird to write about yourself this way, just go with it.
Embrace your inner “whatever fictional character talks in third person” and go with it
One sentence on your experience with writing whatever this is
One sentence about yourself/shit you like
And one on something else, I’m not watching the whole video over for this. Just go watch Jenna, you’ll love her.
I don’t think I’ve ever read an author bio and I don’t know anyone else who does either but I guess somebody must so we all have to suffer.
A Copyright thing
Like. Register your book with the copy right office so that if someone tries to steal it you can tell them to stop.
Yes this costs money too. Becasue fuck you I guess.
This sounds really intimidating but honestly you just fill out paperwork and while that stresses me personally out beyond rationality its not really that bad.
Don’t forget to add the copyright page in your book too, there’s a thing on the format for it, lemme look
Here ya go:
https://blog.reedsy.com/copyright-page/
An ISBN
Most people upon reading this immeditaely went “what the fuck is an ISBN?”
If you didn’t then good job you’re more prepared than I was. Good on you.
An ISBN is like an identifying number for your book.
Actually, its an identifying number for specifically this format of your book. If you’re planning on doing a paperback and an ebook or a hardcover or an audiobook or whatever, you need to get an ISBN for Every Format of it
You can buy ISBNs ((in the US at least, I don’t know about other countries sorry)) on Bowker.com
Why did they name it that?
I don’t know
You would think that they’d maybe pick a more...I don’t know, relevant name for their site?
Listen, a fact of publishing a book is that everyone involved has conspired to make is as frustrating as humanly possible. You’re just going to have to accept that.
Why is their whole site mascot a bird?
Also don’t know. They’re having a good time with it I guess.
Maybe something to do with Bowker sounding like bough?
Also a barcode!
Yeah, didn’t think you’d have to buy that did you?
Neither did I but here we are
Actually you don’t have to buy one if you use ingramspark, they’ll give you one when you use their cover template thing apparently.
Know what price you want to sell the book for
Even in self publishing, the place you’re going through is gonna want a piece of the pie. Enjoy that.
Ingramspark has a calculator for that actually, its p cool
You can stick the price in the barcode
Idk if that relevant but that’s a thing you can do?
uhh…..I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting something….
You might want to get an author website set up?
You should probably have that before now but if youre doing this Chaos Style (™) like I did then you probably want it up before you publish so you can put it on the book somewhere.
People you need to hire:
Editor
Cover Designer
Possibly a formatting person if you decide fuck that shit
Which. Understandable
Shit you need to get a handle on
Formatting
If you decide fuck yourself
Which. Understandable
Copyright
Price
ISBN
OH yeah.
Marketing Junk
You honeslty need to have a handle on this shit Waaaaaaayyyy the fuck in the future. If you’re only thinking about it like...now its probably not great.
The Chaos Method is not generally a good approach
See: Ascendant’s release was essentially a flop and even tho people who read the book love the book I’m still struggling to get people to read the book
Psst read the book its great I promise
Your book release is like. The Biggest Chance for marketing shit
Get on top of that junk
Giveaways
Posts about it
Just
Everything all the time everywhere
You definitely need a schedule for this
Like seriously
Make a plan.
That’s pretty much it I think. I mean...look in other places too because like I said earlier, its been months since I did this and when I did do it it was the Chaos Method of me just going “I’m gonna publish now” and Doing That.
Get a plan, believe in yourself. Get a publishing mentor
Someone who’s done this shit before and can give you some encouragement and direction.
It probably shouldn’t be me but I guess if you need help I’m game to do what I can.
Also be prepared to like. Crash, mentally, So Hard. Its terrible. See my older post for all the shitty shit about publishing this way.
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Please write a lil blurb if you can about drunk harry going down on you!!!
Noise Complaint
a/n: pls be nice!!! i haven’t written anything in so long skdfjalksdfj this was a fun prompt to mess around with though … happy reading :)
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Everything felt more when you were like this.
The sheets were softer, the laughter was fuller; you were aware of everything, down to the movements of your eyes and how they seemed to lag behind when you directed them. If you’d been able to focus on them, you’d likely be able to individually count the threads of the sheets beneath you.
But there were other things demanding your attention.
Harry had guided you home, gingerly up the stairs to your flat, balancing both you and the keys with careful concentration. He was by no means sober, and his heavy footfalls combined with bits of laughter were a dead giveaway. Between the ring of keys (Harry kept forgetting which damn one was for the front door) and your shared attempts to quiet down, it would have seemed as if you were two teenagers sneaking out.
“Almost… goddamnit,” he muttered under his breath, squinting down at the mess of metal in his hands. “There!”
He pushed the door open with a dramatic sigh and proceeded to trip over a lone loafer in the hall. You couldn’t hold back the laughter bubbling up in your chest, and rushed to close the door.
“Could you be any louder?”
Harry rolled his eyes and kicked the shoe to the side of the hall. It landed against the baseboard and settled on its top, likely in the way again. “Fuckin’ shoe in the fuckin’ way.”
“They’ve already reported us twice for noise complaints,” you shoved past him, stumbling to the side when your balance was thrown. “And the note on the door said three was grounds for eviction.”
“These neighbors are all a bunch of pansies.”
“I don’t disagree, let’s just not shoot for three. I enjoy having a house.”
Harry muttered something else under his breath, and when you turned to face him, the smirk was still lingering on his cheeks.
You eyed him, the words forming in your brain but taking a while to process into anything verbal. “What?”
“Nothin’.”
“Liar,” you stepped in closer to him. “What did you say?”
Harry shrugged, biting back the rest of the drunken smirk. “Wonder when they would have called in the complaints, is all.”
You weren’t following, but remained intrigued. The look of mischief coupled with the laundry list of drinks swimming around in Harry’s veins was … troubling.
“You know,” he continued, “were they at night? Was it after a certain party?” He closed the gap between the both of you, backing you into the kitchen counter. As the distance became minimal, so did the volume at which he spoke. “Was it that time I came home to find you waiting for me in bed? Or maybe that afternoon where you wouldn’t stop screaming out for me?”
Warmth spread through your cheeks as he recalled the various nights (and mornings…and afternoons…). You shied away from him and looked up at the ceiling, a steady thrumming of your heart suddenly louder now that you were aware of it.
Harry took advantage of the new angle, and instead of waiting for an answer, proceeded to coax one out of you. He kissed down your neck, spending a delirious amount of time at your jaw and moving to your lips. He hovered there long enough for you to pull forward, hoping to complete the kiss.
“Let’s give them another reason to call in a complaint.”
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The marble was cool under your legs, the fabric of your skirt hiked up around your hips. Harry wasted little time in taking revenge on your “pansy” neighbors, especially when there was a reward involved.
You were his prize.
He wedged himself between your hips and kissed you deeply. One hand on your jaw, the other on your thigh; both with the purpose of keeping you still. The kisses became hungrier and he fought your drunkly-bold moves with ease (though you knew he appreciated a good fight).
The hand from your thigh snuck towards your center, still covered by a pair of black panties. Harry teased you through them with just enough friction to elicit a few whines from your mouth. Luckily, for your neighbors, those were quickly hidden by another kiss, and you moaned into his mouth.
He rubbed a few quick circles over your clit and your hips followed in suit. A few hitched breaths and the small squeak of a moan later, he calmed his movements down. This pattern of playful tease sped up and slowed down a few times, warming you up for what was to cum come.
“Feels good?” He asked.
You moaned in response, seeing as his hands sped up at just the moment you’d give any coherent answer.
Reaching up, you drew him in with both hands on his face. Your head felt light as a feather, and there were few reservations in your mind that you’d need anything other than a dirty makeout session in your kitchen to satisfy the drunken energy.
Harry, alternatively, had other plans.
Pushing your skirt up even further on your torso, he hooked his fingers around the tops of your panties. The shifting your hips and balancing on the counter was far from graceful, but they were quickly tossed to the side and given no second thought.
He took your legs on either side of him and planted a hand firmly on each thigh. Kissing down one, over the top of your pubic bone, and then back up the other. Back the other way. Around your pussy. Each time, he came closer and closer to where you wanted him most, and you could hardly contain it.
“Please, Harry,” you whined, shifting from where you sat on the counter. Your filter was severely lacking any capabilities at this moment, and your pleas increased tenfold. He’d hardly touched you and you were already begging.
Harry simply chuckled, slowing his kisses and looking up at your through his lashes, literal inches from your clit. “Louder, baby.”
“Please, Harry.”
“Can’t hear you, love.”
You whined and threw your head back. Pleading and begging felt so belittling the early on, but the need between your legs was undeniable. “God, fuck! Please, please, please, Harry. Just fucking do something already!”
He kissed a trail ever so slightly closer, before stopping again. “Promise me you’ll be loud?”
“Oh my god, Harry, I swear if you keep playing like–!”
And then you swore you could see stars.
His hands held your thighs down, pressed into the cool countertops as his mouth covered every inch of you. Broad licks up, measured flicks on the way down. Circles over your clit. Never stopping, always moving.
He pulled whines and moans out of you like you’d never been touched before.
Your hands found their way into his hand and pressed him closer to you. Harry mimicked your whimpers in pleasure with small groans, muffled by the heat of your core. He licked and ate and suckled over you with no end in sight.
“Fuck,” you breathed out, feeling yourself begin to grow impatient with the orgasmic build up.
“C’mon, baby. You can do better than that.”
Harry dove right back in without hesitation, and brought one of your legs over his shoulders. Your hips were open to him and he continued to press your thighs away from each other. There was no escaping his mouth until he was absolutely finished with you.
He focused in on your clit and wavered his tongue over each side; back and forth, back and forth; likely a million times. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and anticipation, the tension budding quickly.
Suddenly, there was a new sensation.
You cried out as his fingers, one at first, then two, curled up inside of your cunt. They slid in with no problem, as his teasing work had been paying off, and you squirmed around his touch.
“Oh my god,” you cried out, trying to find a way to rock against his fingers while his tongue fought to remain focused on your core.
He smirked against you, your moans encouraging the speed of his tongue (and now his fingers, too). Harry looked up at you every so often, sneaking glances of your face twisted in pleasure. His eyes were glassy with lust and eager with drunkenness, both equally dangerous in this situation.
“There she is,” he murmured, taking a break with his mouth to piston his fingers inside of you. He kept talking to you despite the newfound attention being paid to your g-spot, and it was unbearable. “Bet the neighbors are worried sick about you, baby… all this noise?”
You couldn’t even form a string of words as a response. The more his fingers moved inside of you, the more your brain seemed to short-circuit.
“C’mon,” Harry cooed, “Know you’re close. Gonna cum for me?”
Your head nodded feverishly, focused solely on the goal here: to cum.
Harry moved back down to your clit, tongue moving in full-force over the blushing bundle of nerves. He knew just how to move over it and around it, making your hips buck up and cries whine out. The combination of his hands and mouth moving in perfect harmony was building up rapidly; it felt like too much.
“Please, please!” You repeated over and over again, chanting out the pleas of his name and the promise of an orgasm. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you saw white as the waves washed over you.
You came around his fingers, clenching over them with an accompanying whine with every pulse of your cunt. He slowly worked you through the remaining shudders before pulling out, and moving to your mouth. Sleepy from your orgasm, you took them gratefully in your mouth.
“Figured I’d share, since I already have you memorized after that, love.”
With his fingers in your mouth, you grinned, humming a bashful acknowledgement. You swirled your tongue over his fingers with a final ‘pop!’ and sat on the counter, shoulders slowing down as your breathing became regular.
Harry stood for just a moment before kneeling down again. Your eyes widened.
“They can’t call til the morning anyway…,” He looked at you with a sly eye. “Why not get a fourth complaint on our name?”
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thanks for reading!!! i am so thankful to all of you for being patient with me as i get back into the swing of things … i love you so so much xx han
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Hey! Congrats on 1k, that's brilliant! Can i please request a blurb with prompt 51 from the first list and prompt 10 from the second list ❤
thank you, love!! sorry it took so long to get to!! also, there wasn’t a 51 on the list so I went with 41 I hope that’s okay!! and it’s so long I got carried away lol
**the reader is pregnant in this as a lil nod to my fave @nnatasha :))
“How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”
“Were you just touching yourself?” ‘Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?’
It was a lazy Sunday in the Holland house and you were propped up on the couch next to Tom, a bowl of chips resting on your belly. He was watching some golf tournament, but you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you were focused on his hands, his fingers, that were drawing shapes absentmindedly on your thigh. It was something that he did all the time anyway, but for whatever reason it was driving you crazy today.
Ever since you’d gotten pregnant you’ve been unbelievably horny, and at first, it was great. You dragged Tom to bed every chance you got, and he certainly didn’t complain. You left dinners, parties, and even movies early, unable to go another minute without having him inside you. Watching Tom sneak out of bathrooms and closets after messing around with you, cheeks pink and hair tousled was one of your favorite things and often led to an immediate round two. You were insatiable, and Tom had always called you out for it with an appreciative smirk and nip at your bottom lip.
But as the months passed and your body started to change more and more, your confidence began to dwindle. You still wanted Tom all the time, but you didn’t think he felt the same way. With your fluctuating weight and growing stomach, how could he possibly find you as attractive as he had before? He hadn’t said anything about it of course, but you knew he was too nice to. And it wasn’t just that. You didn’t feel as sexy as you used to, you weren’t as sure of yourself and your body. The pounds you were gaining weren’t just around your stomach and it made you insecure, all of it made you insecure.
You attributed any advance he made towards you as something he felt obligated to do, and shrugged him off with an apologetic smile, so after a while he stopped trying altogether, content to spend afternoons together with you like this, relaxing and watching tv together.
What you didn’t know was that he thought the exact opposite. Seeing you like this actually turned him on. He was in awe that over the fact that your body was creating a whole new life inside of it and you acted like it was almost nothing. You were the strongest woman he knew and all he wanted to do was worship your body and pleasure you for carrying his child, but your sex drive had seemingly taken a dive and he wasn’t about to be selfish while you were doing all the hard work. So he resolved to quietly getting himself off in the shower to thoughts of you and keeping himself in check when you spent time together.
You always tried to pay attention to golf even though you hated it, just for the sake of being able to make conversation with Tom while it was happening, but today your mind was on other things. You watched as some guy you’d never seen before hit a golf ball into the lake and tensed as Tom’s hand squeezed your leg as he exclaimed at the tv.
“Oi, that was fucking awful!” he shouted, not releasing his grip on your leg.
You fought the urge to squirm as heat rushed to your core and sucked in a deep breath through your teeth.
“You alright, love?” Tom asked as he ripped his attention away from the tv, his voice laced with concern.
You shifted on the couch and rolled your neck, rubbing it lightly with your hand.. “Just a muscle cramp,” you lied and cleared your throat.
“Want me to rub your neck?” he offered, turning his body towards you.
“Um, yeah sure,” you agreed (like an idiot), hoping it would take your mind off of what you really wanted him to do to you.
You put the bowl of chips on the coffee table in front of you and scooted back closer to Tom so that you could sit between his legs. He brushed your hair out of the way softly and put one hand on each shoulder, just underneath the collar of your shirt. His hands were cold at first, and you shivered as he moved his fingers along your skin and began to apply pressure. He worked his thumbs into the muscles of your neck as he half-watched the tournament, pressing a little harder whenever a player made a particularly good or bad shot.
The burning between your thighs didn’t subside as he massaged your neck, you didn’t know why you thought it would. You groaned as he started to press a little more firmly, wishing his fingers would wander a little further under your shirt.
“Feel good?” he asked with a little smirk.
“Mhm,” you replied with a nod of you head.
“I’m glad. Is your neck feeling any better?”
You sat up straighter and leaned away from him so that his hands fell away from your shoulders. He looked at you in confusion.
“Um, yeah, thank you.” You swallowed thickly, pressing your legs together.
“Darling?”
“I’m feeling a little sick actually, so I’ll-I’ll be right back,” you leapt up from the couch and made a run for your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You knew Tom wouldn’t follow you because you didn’t like him to see you getting sick, even though he wanted to take care of you.
You heard him call out after you, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your mind was ironically too cloudy with thoughts of him, of his hands and all the things he could do with them to make any sense of what he’d said. You shrugged off your t-shirt and sweatpants in record time, leaving your socks on, and jumped onto the bed as quietly as possible. You didn’t waste any time slipping your fingers under the waistband of your panties, gasping when you finally applied pressure to where you needed it most. You were even wetter than you thought, making it easy to work two of your fingers inside of you at once.
You bit your lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Your back arched off the bed when you brought your thumb to your clit and you cursed under your breath. The combination of relief and pleasure was indescribable and you felt yourself getting close fast.
You imagined Tom’s fingers pumping in and out of you and his lips on your neck and couldn’t help but moan out a little.
You were nearly over the edge when you heard the bedroom door open and froze, eyes wide, and saw a very red faced Tom.
“What the fuck?” he asked. You read a mixture of anger and lust in his eyes and gulped. “Were you just touching yourself?”
“Um, it isn’t what you think?” you lied even though it was futile.You knew it looked pretty bad, you were completely naked on the bed, hand down your panties, all sweaty and blissed out.
He crossed his arms. “I was listening at the door, y/n, don’t play dumb.”
“You were listening?” you accused, still aware of how guilty you looked with your fingers still literally inside of you.
“Yes, because you said you were sick! I wanted to make sure you were okay!”
“Well, I’m almost done, or at least I was. Don’t worry we can keep watching golf in a minute.”
“I don’t fucking care about golf, y/n,” he spat, then softened a little. “Why didn’t you ask me to help? With, y’know...” he trailed off nodding in the direction of your hand.
Your lip began to tremble. “I didn’t want to make you.”
“Make me? What are you on about?”
You glanced down at your body and shrugged. “I know my body is different and bigger and just...not like it used to be, so I didn’t want to make you do anything if you didn’t think I was as attractive anymore.”
You thought Tom’s eyes might pop out of his head the way he was looking at you. “What on earth made you think that?”
“I dunno, I just don’t feel like myself I guess, and I thought you might think I was gross now or something.”
“Love, no- absolutely not. If anything, it’s the opposite! You look...so gorgeous like that, what you’re doing, creating life, is fucking incredible. I get hard just thinking about you these days,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Wait, really?” you asked, sitting up a little more.
“Uh yeah,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Controlling myself around you has been really hard, but I thought the hormones had kicked your sex drive so I didn’t want to push you. I mean, especially because you’re already doing so much.:”
“I’m always horny,” you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillows. “I think it’s worse than before?”
“Really?” Tom asked eagerly and you could swear you saw his cock twitch in his sweatpants.
“Really.”
“Have you, uh, have you come yet?” he asked, licking his lips.
You shook your head, starting to move your thumb over your clit again. “How ‘bout you come over here and help me out, huh?”
“Don’t need to ask me twice,” he said cockily, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.
He wiggled out of his sweats too, and hopped up on the bed next to you. He kissed you harshly on the lips before moving in between your legs.
“Wanna taste,” he mumbled, taking your hand that was still occupied by the wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth, sucking all the way down to your knuckles. He looked up at you with your fingers in his mouth, eyes nearly black with lust. You moaned and arched towards him. He released your wrist and grinned.“That’s it darling,” he said lowly, “want to make you feel so good.”
You managed to raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
He nodded. “What’d you have in mind?”
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75 and 76 with harrison/reader
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHOHOHO. OKAY. y’all choosing one of the trinity of tropes. i’m here for it. but the question is: can you handle it? answer: ya you probably can, and i’m being so dramatic. what else is new? same as the others - it’s both bullet points and blurbs ( i think this is longer than the last one?? oh god. i don’t wanna check. )
75. bed sharing / 76. did they or didn’t they?
For years you had been close friends with Harrison. You saw him around before the two of you actually met, but it wasn’t until your friend Lacey introduced the two of you that you got to know him. Almost instantly the two of you had a connection, quickly becoming friends. He was your “person”, your closest companion. The two of you texted one another daily, sharing funny stories or dumb photos. He was the person you called in the middle of the night, asking to kill a bug for you. (What’s nice was that he actually came over and did it, despite calling you dramatic.) You confided in him with just about everything. Well, everything except for the fact that you had a major crush on him.
both of you are part of this tight knit group that always hangs out on the weekends with one another, usually partying at someone’s house or at a bar. to be honest, you preferred hanging out with friends because it meant there was less of a chance of you watching harrison flirt with random girls
but there’s one night where everyone’s partying at tony’s place. it’s getting pretty late that you decide that you’re just going to stay over and sleep in the guest room.
and that’s the thing about being part of the group; it wasn’t weird sleeping over unless someone made it weird
anyways you’re settling into the bed, getting comfortable when harrison peeks his head in
“You mind if I crash with you?” he requests noticing that it’s just you in the bed. “Remy took the couch, Sam called dibs on sharing Tony’s bed, Lacey’s taken the futon, and Tom’s passed out on the floor.”
“I’m sure Tom wouldn’t mind the company” you tell him sweetly. He rolls his eyes at your playful demeanor.
“Hardy har har. C’mon. Please? You’d let your ‘person’ just sleep on the floor?” He juts out his bottom lip, shooting you the most adorable puppy look. You raise a hand, trying to cover his face.
“You know I can’t resist you when you do that.” He hears this as a joke, but you’re being dead honest. That face would make you commit sins for him.
so you gesture for him to come join you in the bed
it’s not like the two of you haven’t shared a bed before. in fact, you’ve done it multiple times. and every single time your heart leaps out of your chest, anxious about his presence being so close
but you keep reminding yourself “this isn’t weird unless you make it weird”
except it gets weird in the morning
tom comes bursting through your door the next morning like “rise and shine, bitches!”
and then he makes a face, unable to process what he’s witnessing
which is harrison with his shirt off having his arms wrapped around you while you’re snuggled against his chest
so with wide eyes he backs out of the room slowly before gently closing the door. and then he takes a deep breath. then begins yelling “OH MY GOD I THINK HAZ AND Y/N DID IT LAST NIGHT” as he waves his arms and dashes through the house with the news
this obviously wakes the two of you up because why is tom so loud?? it’s way too early for this. you both kinda stumble out of bed before you realize that harrison is shirtless
when you point out he’s not wearing a top, he simply picks up his discarded shirt from the night before and slips it on. you can’t help but wish he was shirtless for a little longer because that was a view
and when the two of you leave the guest room, all your friends are standing outside like “did something happen??”
the two of you look at one another and in synch just shrug your shoulders
so now everyone’s speculating whether or not something happened. some people are sure the two of you did it because they’ve seen the way you look at harrison even though you insist the two of you are just friends. others are like “there’s no way that would happen. y/n would never ruin the friendship like that” which, true. but they don’t have to say it so bluntly
both of you play it coy just simply shrugging and making simple faces and gestures in response. this is driving your friend’s crazy, which is honestly kind of fun
and then the next day you guys are walking together out in the city
he mentions tom’s been bugging him about it, asking what actually happened. he laughs at how silly it sounds for everyone to be involved in this when nothing clearly happened. you’re not sure why, but it irks you that he’s laughing
“We can say we did” you suggest nervously. He looks at you, unsure of what to say. “I mean, I don’t care.” You do your best to sound nonchalant despite the multiple implications this would mean. “There are worst rumors people could spread about me.”
He remains quiet, glancing down at his shoes. Was this a bad idea? Probably. But it’s not like it’s harming anyone.
“I mean, it’ll be fun to see everyone’s reaction.” You try and keep this light and fun. If you prove that you’re game for just a funny joke, he’ll buy into it. “It’s really not a big deal.”
He hesitates. You can see him on the verge of shaking his head, but for some reason you want him to play along. You want to believe that the two of you are capable of something more, even if it’s simply a one night stand. “Really, I don’t mind” you add.
“A-Are you sure?” You nod in response, unaware of the consequences you now faced.
so the two of pretend that you slept together just for kicks. because why not? it’s a fun joke. that’s what you keep telling yourself.
and both of you are pretending this whole sleeping together is not that big of a deal. people do it all the time. it’s sort of impressing your friends how you guys are acting mature, as if it doesn’t really mean too much
but the dynamic between the two of you has radically shifted
he’s a little more gentle with you, courteous with his actions. he’s checking in on you more than usual, more affectionate than normal. not that you’re complaining.
but in turn you find yourself a little shyer around him. everything he does is so sweet that you’re not sure how to handle this
anyways there’s another outing and this time y’all crash at tom’s place since he’s decided to play host
tom’s like “y’all can sleep in the guest room again wink wonk. just please don’t soil my sheets too badly or i’m making you pay for the drycleaning” he’s such a div, but he thinks he’s hilarious
and the two of you are lowkey freaking out
you know you shouldn’t because nothing happened last time and nothing’s going to happen this time right??
both of you are hesitant of your every move, afraid it might be too much. at first when you get under the covers, you’re a bit nervous even though he is as well. it’s just the two of you under blankets for god’s sake, but it feels nerve-wracking
he’s trying to play it cool, attempting to have a regular conversation with you. and honestly it helps a bit. you’re finally starting to relax around each other, starting to feel like things are going back to normal. you guys are leaning in to one another, smiling at your silly inside jokes
harrison keeps scooting in closer to you, way closer than before. and you keep saying to yourself that he’s probably just cold or doesn’t wanna talk too loud. except you know what’s happening even if your brain is taking forever to process it
The next thing you know, his lips are grazing yours. He never kissed you before, not even on the cheek the way some of your guy friends palled around. This was special, a tender kiss that made your heart flutter.
it starts to get a lil more forceful, your hands roaming through his hair, tugging on it while he’s getting handsy. and you’re so eager for this to finally happen that you help him slip out of his shirt and you’re kicking off your pants.
and then the next thing you know he’s stopping and like “i, uh, i…sorry.” you’re confused because you thought that the two of you were enjoying yourselves, but he turned so quickly on you. he rolls towards the other side, scooting towards the edge of the mattress
“did i do something wrong?” you ask concerned. you touch his back and he stiffens. “no, it’s just…i can’t…i can’t do this right now” and you get the sinking feeling that you’ve ruined everything
so you turn to your side, trying to steady your breathing so that you won’t cry
the next week or so is agony because the two of you are both actively avoiding one another
you don’t text, you don’t hang out, and it feels like you’re not one another’s “person” anymore. the loneliness is eating at you, but you don’t know how to deal with this misery besides wallowing in it
saturday night swings around and it’s some dumb house party. you only go, deciding that you’ll only stay an hour
you’ve managed to find a secluded area where you won’t be too bothered and that’s when tony slides into the space next to you.“wassup y/n” he greets you but his smile fades when he sees you looking miserable
so he asks you what’s going on. you don’t want to explain, ashamed of what happened. but tony’s always been there for you and insists he won’t judge. so you decide to tell him everything. how nothing happened before. how you decided to play pretend. and how things got more intense. and now you’re at the point where you don’t know what to do about haz. tony’s like “oh.” because it’s a lot of information to process. he feels bad about the whole situation, and tries to convince you that you should just try and forget about it for tonight. “that’s not great advice, tony.” “sorry, i’m not good with this when i’m drunk”
so later you’re out on the patio and you’ve kinda decided that you’re gonna leave - this isn’t fun and you miss just having your friend being by your side. things just aren’t the same without harrison as your friend.
You ignore the sound of the glass door sliding open, assuming it’s Tony come to convince you to stay. “I’m not telling Harrison” you announce, shaking your head.
“Not telling me what?” You swivel around, surprised to see Harrison holding on to the door, curious about your words.
“Not telling me what, Y/N?” he asks once more.
“It’s nothing.” You don’t want to discuss this with him, especially feeling as lousy as you do. You try to walk past him, but he’s in the way. “Please move” you request, but he doesn’t budge.
“You haven’t talked to me since last week. What’s going on?” he pleads, wanting to fix the relationship.
“Neither have you!” you exclaim. “You’ve been avoiding me!”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes, it is!”
It’s clear that Harrison isn’t going to agree with you anytime soon.
“Please…Just tell me what’s going on.”
You feel so helpless around him. Frankly you’re sick of how pathetic you’re being. It was awful being in love with your friend, feeling that he would never understand how you cared for him in a different way than the rest. So you let honesty take the reigns, spilling out your emotions.
“I liked you Harrison” you blurt out. “I’ve liked you for, like, forever! And I know you’d rather us just stay friends, but that’s not fair to me. And when you just rejected me like that the other night...It sucked! Like, it really sucked, Haz!”
you don’t feel eloquent in the slightest and it’s so frustrating knowing you have all these emotions that can’t be properly explained. he’ll never understand how you fell in love so quickly with him and it’ll take three times as long to get over him. and honestly you’re still not sure you want to get over him
anyways he’s looking away from you and he mutters “i knew it was a bad idea”. it’s like a punch to the gut, but he continues. “i shouldn’t have gone along with your idea in the first place.” that hurts to hear, and you begin tearing up.
“i’m sorry the idea of sleeping with me is so disgusting” you choke out, trying not to cry. he looks up and sees your face, and immediately regrets what he said.
“oh! y/n! that’s not what i meant! that’s not what i meant at all” he’s reaching out for you, but you slap away his hand because you don’t want pity. not now, not from him.
he’s frustrated, tugging at his hair as he tries to figure out what to say. “i just didn’t want...i didn’t want that. i can’t sleep with you knowing that it’s just going to be part of another rumor. you deserve better than that. i just wanted...i wanted to be with you, but not that way.”
he’s not really making much sense and he can tell. he lets out an upset groan as he squats down trying to properly express himself. and when he looks up at you, still looking a bit distressed, he decides he just has to go for it
“i like you, y/n! obviously i like you!” you stop tearing up hearing this, caught off guard by the confession. “i just...i dunno! i’m bad at this! i didn’t wanna jeopardize the friendship if you didn’t feel the same way! you’re my “person” for god’s sake! and i’m sorry i hurt you. i am! god, i am so bad at this....christ, why am i so bad at this?”
you’re blinking back tears. “you like me?” “of course i like you. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with y-OOF” he’s not prepared for you to throw your arms around him, tacking him to the ground
You squeeze him tightly, so delighted to hear those magical words from him. Nothing about this was fake or a rumor; it was Harrison laying every truth on the line with you. “Say it again” you whispered in his ear.
“I like you, Y/N.” You felt his arms wrap around you, pressing a kiss in your hair. “You’re my ‘person’. Forever and always.”
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hiya! i didn’t realise that requests were open, much less for christmas ones - even better. can i request a blurb with james potter and christmas prompt list 18 and 134? i really love your writing hsksjshsj did this even make sense
Word Count: 1,009 (i got a lil carried away)
As soon as Sirius decided to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, it became tradition for the marauders to stay with him. The four boys, along with Y/N, would stay back, decorate the common room, bake Christmas goodies, and on Christmas Eve, they would all draw ribbons and the two that got the shortest ribbons were in charge of setting up all the presents early the next morning while everyone else was still asleep.
“I don’t understand why we have to put the presents out so early,” James groaned as he met Y/N in the common room. “Because some of you decided to snoop around and ruin the fun of presents when we kept them out the first year,” Y/N reminded him with a playful smile. “Peter and I wanted to know what you got us so we wouldn’t buy it for ourselves!” James whined. “That’s not how Christmas works,” Y/N laughed, giving him a playful shove as they approached the tree in the common room. “If you say so,” James playful rolled his eyes and lazily waved his wand “Accio presents.” Soon enough, all of the presents were sitting in a messy pile under the tree. “Alright, we’re done. Let’s go back to sleep,” James sighed, putting his hand on Y/N’s waist and started to lead her back to the dorms.
“Absolutely not! That is such a mess! We have to make them look nice!” Y/N insisted, turning around and grabbing James’s hand.
“Come on, we can get more sleep tonight,” she smiled. “I should have known you wouldn’t have let me off that easy,” James smiled, shaking his head. As long as James had known Y/N, she had liked things to be neat and nice looking, especially when it was for people she cared about. They met on the train to Hogwarts their first year, and James had harbored a small crush on the girl ever since. “Are you going to help me arrange these presents, or are you just going to stand there and watch?” Y/N playfully called over her shoulder.
“Well, if watching is an option…” James smirked. “It isn’t! Now get your frumpy arse over here and help me arrange these so they’re aesthetic!” Y/N laughed, trying to pick up the largest of the presents. “Merlin, Y/N! You’re gonna break your back! Let me help you,” James rushed over and took the box from her and set it down. “I know you like to make everything difficult, but you’re going to hurt yourself,” James warned. “Just levitate them. Wingardium Leviosa,” he lifted the large box. “Where do you want it?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he concentrated on the box. “Um, over there is good,” Y/N pointed where she wanted the present to go, and James quickly glanced over before placing the box there. “Thank you,” Y/N smiled sheepishly. “‘Course, Love. Just looking out for you,” James dramatically threw his arm over her shoulder and mussed her hair.
“That’s enough of that!” Y/N laughed as she shoved James away and started arranging the rest of the gifts. For the rest of the morning, Y/N gave James instructions on where to place the presents and the two of them arranged all the boxes and bags into a neat pile. Y/N was levitating the final gift into its place when James decided to mess with her a little bit. “Wingardium Leviosa” he muttered, aiming his wand at Y/N. It took a few moments, but when Y/N finally stopped concentrating on the box she was lifting and realized how high off the ground she was, she shrieked and broke her concentration on the box completely, leaving to fall and bump James on the head. “Oi!” He exclaimed, raising a hand to rub the top of his head, causing Y/N to begin falling.
“Oh, shit! I’ve got you, angel!” He called, leaping over and catching Y/N just in time. “James Potter!” She yelled, still shaken up a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Are you alright?” He asked, putting her down and gently pushing a piece of hair behind her ear and looking for any injuries. Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. “I think so. It just frightened me a little,” she decided. “You’re sure you’re okay?” James clarified. “Yes,” Y/N nodded again, more sure this time. James burst out laughing, ”Oh, Merlin, you should have seen your face!” He laughed. “It wasn’t funny!” Y/N protested, but soon she was laughing along with him.
When the two of them finally stopped laughing, James looked at Y/N with a dreamy smile, and the two of them realized how close they were still standing to each other. “What?” Y/N asked softly. “It’s just,” James started, “I’ve been meaning to tell you-“ he sighed. “I think I love you,” He finally said. “Wow, that sounds so cliché,” he muttered, looking to the floor and shaking his head. “James,” Y/N said softly. James raised his head to meet her eyes. “I love you too,” she said with a soft smile. “You do?” James couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Yeah,” Y/N nodded. “I do.” The two stood, just smiling at each other for a moment before James spoke up.
“Hmm,” James hummed, “I wonder where that mistletoe came from,” he smiled mischievously and looked above them. “Smooth,” Y/N commented, shaking her head as she glanced at the mistletoe levitating above them. “Very smooth,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. James smiled into the kiss, pulling her closer and nibbling lightly on her bottom lip before pressing his lips against hers with a little more fervor.
“Moony, look! It’s a Christmas miracle!” Sirius’s voice came from the stairs, “Prongs finally made a move!” “Oh, shut it, Padfoot,” James reached down for the gift that Y/N had dropped in her shocked state and chucked it at Sirius. “Happy Christmas to you, too, mate!” Sirius grinned. James rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to Y/N’s once more before everyone began opening their presents.
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