lostinthespincycle · 1 year ago
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What if vampire's fangs never stopped growing, like beaver's and parrots? They'd just have random assortments of chew toys all over their house. And they'd have to whittle their teeth down so they are still sharp enough to bite into someone's neck. I can just imagine a group of vampires chilling together and just chewing on a piece of bone or helping their friend to sharpen his teeth because he can't see them. Adorable.
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athenamikaelson · 4 months ago
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Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 5
Word Count- 3.3k
Warnings- Swearing, violence, slight SA, Elijah being a simp.
A/N- This chapter wasn’t much but I wanted to get something out to you guys. NEXT CHAPTER though, there will be a lot of Elijah and reader. I am very excited to write that. And most likely the chapter after that will be the intro of our favorite Hybrid, which I know many of you have been itching for. 
ALSO, I want to thank you all for your support. It means so much to me that so many of you love this series as much as I do.
“Wait, so Rose is dead, werewolves are roaming the streets of Mystic Falls, and some bitch kidnapped you? All in a span of a week. ”
I look up to Caroline who is sitting behind me braiding my hair. She solemnly nods and frowns. 
“Ya, thankfully though Elijah’s witches came in clutch and helped save the day,” Caroline says as she moves my head forward to go back to braiding my hair. 
“Elijah helped,” I question Elena, who sits before me with Bonnie as they paint each other’s nails. Elena had called me an hour ago saying we were having a sleepover at Careoline’s but she never explained why. 
She nods, “Ya, I guess he is keeping his side of the deal.
Bonnie chimes into the conversation but I tone them out. Ever since that night in Elena’s room, my mind has been plagued by thoughts of the suited original vampire. His dark eyes haunt my dreams and when I’m awake I feel as if he’s not far away. I know I’m being delusional but I have these moments where I think I’m going to turn around and he’s going to be standing right behind me. 
“He’s kind of cute,” Caroline’s words bring me back to the conversation at hand. 
“Who?” 
“Have you not been listening,” She asks me, to which I just shrug my shoulders embarrassedly. Caroline and I have started to have an interesting friendship. Unlike my friendship with Elena in which we both have somewhat trauma bonded, my friendship with Caroline is more her talking my ear off and me enjoying not having to talk. I had originally thought that Caroline and I wouldn’t mesh well since I kind of hate people who don’t know when to shut up. But oddly enough we work well together. I don’t pressure her to stop talking and she doesn’t pressure me to talk. 
Bonnie and I on the other hand both talk much so when we’re together it’s mostly in peaceful silence. I think we both appreciate that though with all the hectic things we’ve had to deal with. 
“Elijah. I was talking about Elijah. He’s got that suave gentleman look to him, but he also looks like he’d be a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean,” She jokingly shoves me but for some reason hearing her talk about him that way makes an odd feeling rise in my gut, “He seems like your type Y/N.”
My eyebrows furrow, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Caroline shrugs her shoulder, “I don’t know, just an inference.”
“How about we order food,” Elena pipes up, I’m guessing she noticed the embarrassed look I had on my face and decided to rescue me from that awkward conversation. I send her a small smile as Caroline instantly agrees and Bonnie nods. 
Thirty minutes later, Bonnie, Elena, Caroline, and I are sitting on the floor of Caroline’s bedroom eating Chinese food. I watch silently as Bonnie and Caroline argue if we should watch The Notebook or Pride and Prejudice. Elena sits next to me watching and giggling at them. As I sit there silently watching all my new friends, I find myself smiling to myself. For the first time in years, I actually feel as if I belong. As if I’m a part of something. And I like it. I really like it. 
RING RING RING
I jolt awake at the ringing of a cell phone and groan as the morning light pierces my eyes. I’m not the only one annoyed from being awoken because I hear Caroline and Bonnie growling at Elena for answering her phone so early in the morning. I can hear some of what she and Stefan are talking about from her position outside the door but decide listening to them flirt isn’t how I want to spend my morning so I throw my pillow over my head and try to suffocate myself. I’m about to doze off when my pillow is ripped off my face. 
“First of all, suffocation really,” Elena glances down at me from her standing position, “Second of all you’re getting a call.” She hands me my phone. I glance down at the unknown number on the screen and groan as I answer it, already annoyed with the caller.
“What do you want Damon?” I asked annoyed as I waited for the vampire to respond. 
“I’m picking you up from your house in an hour you better be dressed to impress Mystic Falls’ elite.”
“What the hell are you talking about Demon?”
“Listen Pukey, I got word that our favorite original is going to be at the Mayor’s tea party and you’re going as my plus one.”
I frown at Damon’s mention of Elijah, “Why me?” 
I hear Damon groan from his end as if all my questions are annoying him, “For some reason, the suited one has a soft spot for you so I’m guessing he would be less inclined to kill me with you at my side. So get your ass ready and be ready or I’ll drag you to the party in your PJs,” Damon pauses for a moment, “You know what, feel free to wear what you’re wearing now. I'm interested to know what you wear to sleep. If anything at all.”
I loudly gag and Damon laughs and then ends our call. I groan and sit up. I turn over my shoulder to see Caroline and Bonnie cuddling together and sleeping. I slightly smile at the sight but freeze up. Elijah. I’m seeing Elijah today. 
“Well, don’t you look darling,” Damon smirks at me as I get into the passenger seat of his Mustang, “Elijah’s going to eat you right up.” 
I visibly shake at his words and shoot him a glare.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Elijah doesn’t have a soft spot for me.”
Damon just hums to himself, “Sure. Whatever you say Pukerella.”
As we climb the stairs of the Mayor’s house I nervously fiddle with the hem of my dress. I tried my best to find something suitable for the Mayor’s tea party but unfortunately, I didn’t have the funds for expensive beautiful dresses like my peers so I had to settle for a simple white sundress that stops at my mid-thigh. There is dark red lacing that lines the hem. I matched the red thread to a hair ribbon I had and used that to put my hair up. What is making me the most uncomfortable though is that I got this dress a long time ago, so I’ve filled it out in places that are quite visible. 
“Stop fiddling,” Damon says as he grabs my arm in his and holds it to his chest like we’re some cute couple and he’s a gentleman. Both are very much false. I try to shake away from him but his grip only tightens. He leads us up the steps and through the door where classical music fills the room. Many old women converse together as we pass.
“Damon and Y/N, what are you guys doing here?” Jenna questions him as she walks over to us, she notices me and a look of confusion contorts her face as she notices our interlocked hands.
“Hi, you came,” Some blonde woman comes up to Damon and kisses him deeply on the lips resulting in a gag from me. Thankfully the distraction made Damon unlatch his arm from mine so I squeezed past them and go to stand behind Jenna. This doesn’t last long as Damon thanks Jenna for introducing him and his “friend,” as he walks back over to me grabbing my arm and leading me away from them. I almost trip when I see where Damon is leading us. Right towards Ms. Lockwood and Elijah who is unsurprisingly wearing a suit that looks like it was made just for him, which I’m guessing it was. I lock eyes with him and his lips turn upwards into a small smile but it slightly drops as his gaze drops down to my dress. 
Damon and Ms. Lockwood achieve pleasantries and she introduces Damon to Elijah, who still has his eyes locked on me. Damon pulls me closer to him which catches Elijah’s attention. His once soft eyes darken as he stares at the arm Damon has wrapped around my waist.
“Such a pleasure to meet you,” Damon extends a hand to Elijah and I feel as if I’ve lost all the air in my lungs as Elijah reaches his hand up to Damon’s.
“No. Pleasure’s mine,” Elijah claims but as I notice the grimace on Damon’s face as he contracts his now-redden hand from Elijah’s I’m guessing he’s not being entirely truthful. 
“And oh! Y/N, I didn’t know you were going to be joining us today,” Carol finally notices me as she gives me a once over, “This doesn’t really seem like your crowd.”
I bite back the urge to tell her I’d rather be sticking pin-needles in my eye sockets than have to listen to any of the pompous bitches, but just politely smile at her. 
“Oh, Miss. Y/L/N here is my plus one,” Damon chimes up. Carol looks at me suspiciously as if I shouldn’t be here. 
“I didn’t know you and Y/N were friends.”
Damon throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him, “Oh, yes. We’re great friends. Practically best friends if you will.” Carol just nods her head as if she doesn’t completely believe it but relents as she turns to Elijah who hasn’t moved his eyes from Damon’s hand. With all the attention my skin starts to crawl and I raise my left foot slightly and kick it down onto Damon’s right one resulting in a painful hiss to escape his lips. His hand instantly drops from my shoulder and within a moment I feel another hand lightly grab my wrist and pull me away from Damon. I’m almost happy until I see the hand that has grabbed me belongs to no other than Elijah. For some reason though as soon as he has pulled me away from Damon he drops my wrist and lets me stand on my own. I know I shouldn’t but I send him an appreciative smile. For a moment Elijah just stares at me blankly before nodding his head, he quickly turns his attention back to Ms. Lockwood but before he’s fully turned away from me I could’ve sworn I saw a light pink hue on his cheeks. Was he blushing? Wait. can vampires even blush?
“This is a bad idea, why are you trying to provoke an old ass vampire who could quite literally kill everyone in this building within a blink of an eye,” I frantically ask Damon as he leads me into an empty office in the Mayor’s house. 
“He’s not going to kill us, he made a deal,” Damon responds nonchalantly but from the look in his eyes, I don’t think he truly believes himself either. 
“You’re quite right Damon, I did make a deal,” I whip around to see Elijah coming into the office and shutting the door behind him, “But, I made a deal with Elena, not you. So tell me, what can I help you with?”
“I was hoping we could have a word,” Damon smirks at him.
“Where is Elena?”
“Safe with Stefan. Laying low, you know bit of a werewolf problem,” Damon answers his question. Elijah nods his head. And my eyes watch as his fingers draw circles on the chair he’s leaning on. 
“Oh, yeah. I heard about that,” Elijah responds and I glance up from his hands to see him staring at me with a small smirk on his face. Fuck, please god tell me he didn’t see me ogling his fucking fingers. He taps his index and pointer finger twice on the leather seat in front of him once more as if he knows that’ll answer the question I just asked myself. I whip my view from him to the wall beside me as Damon and Elijah keep talking. Although I can't see him I can still feel Elijah’s eyes burning holes onto the side of my head. 
“I’m sure you did since it was your witch who saved the day.”
“You are welcome.”
“Which adds to my confusion on exactly why you’re here,” Damon stop fucking questioning him before he rips your throat out!
“Why don’t you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me,” Elijah turns like he’s about to leave and I release a breath but Damon speeds in front of him stopping him.
“Not good enough.”
I sit there holding my breath, as Elijah stands there still looking at Damon.
“Elskan,” Elijah turns his head to glance at me, “Please turn back to the wall.” 
I don’t fight him on this as I whip back around and continue staring at the wall I had previously stared at. I flinch when I hear Damon hit the wall by the desk. I almost gag when I hear the sound of bones cracking and Damon grunting in pain. 
“You young vampires, so arrogant. How dare you come in here and challenge me?”
“You can’t kill me, man. It’s not part of the deal.”
“Silence,” Within another second a squelching sound hits my ears and Damon starts grunting in pain. I’m glad Elijah gave me the heads up or I’d be throwing up right now. 
“I’m an original. Show a little respect. The moment you cease to be of use to me, you’re dead. So, you should do what I say. Keep Elena safe.”
I hear Elijah’s footsteps retreat towards to door but I hold my breath as they stop.
“Elskan,” I slowly turn and quickly avert my gaze from the bloody Damon and look up at Elijah who is standing at the door, “I will be seeing you shortly.” He stares at me momentarily before speeding away. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“Why am I here again,” I question Damon as he leads me and Alaric into his mansion of a house. 
“Because I needed a drink asap,” He turns over his shoulder to look at me, “Unless you’re offering?” 
I cringe in disgust as Alaric comes to stand in front of me. 
“Leave her alone Damon,” Damon just rolls his eyes and makes his way to the couch, and pours himself a drink.
“Let me talk to him for a few minutes then I’ll take you home myself,” Alaric sends me a small smile, and even though I know there are no bad intentions in his proposition being alone with an older man I barely know unsettles me. But since it’s getting dark outside and I live on the outskirts of town, I need a ride. Better a history teacher than an alcoholic vampire. 
“Ok, thanks,” I send him a small smile and then turn to Damon, “Where’s your bathroom?” I glance down the neverending hallway.
Damon throws his hand up and waves it around nonchalantly, “There’s like 30 of them, go hunting.” Alaric sends me a sad smile and gestures towards the hallway to our right. I nod and walk away from the men 
After five minutes of walking down hallways and opening up random doors, I find myself in a bathroom bigger than my entire living room. Fucking rich people. After using the bathroom and wiping my face with water to try to wake myself up I start walking back towards where I think the living room was. I freeze though when I notice I don’t hear Damon’s annoying voice, matter of fact I don’t hear anything at all. I get a bad feeling in my gut so I go to turn back around but something smashes into my skull and the world goes black. 
— 
“Ah, there she is. Morning sweetheart,” I frown as an unfamiliar voice grates my eardrums. Mixed with the pounding headache I have I think I’m going to be sick. God, I have got to start taking Tums. I try to move but something cold and heavy is holding me back. I slowly open my eyes to see chains wrapped around me holding me in place in a chair. No matter how hard I try they won’t budge. 
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing,” A man’s voice registers as I look up to see an ugly-looking man staring down at me. The look in his eyes makes my heart drop to my ass. I flinch back as he drags his finger down my face and fight the urge to cry as the finger makes its descent down toward to center of my chest. 
“Leave her alone,” Damon, who I’ve now realized is sitting next to me chained up and bloody, yells at the man. The man only laughs sickly but thankfully lifts his hands away from me.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt her,” He claims but the look in his eyes has me thinking otherwise. Damon must think this as well because he lets out a low growl. 
“He might not hurt her but I will,” I woman’s voice chimes in but before I can find where it’s coming from a sharp pain slashes into my leg and I scream out as waves of agony wash over me. Damon’s yells are all I hear as I look down to my thigh which now has a small dagger in it. Tears involuntarily spill out of my eyes as my blurry vision looks up to see my assailant. A blonde woman stares down at me with a smile, but nothing about it is friendly and warm. Her smile deepens as she reaches her hand back down and within another moment I’m screaming again as she pulls the knife from my leg. 
“You fucking bitch,” I cry out, resulting in a deep laugh from her. 
“Hey, fleabag! Leave her alone alright, I’m the one who pissed all over your kibble, come stab me.” Damon tries to coax the woman. 
She just smiles again, “We want the moonstone. Where is it?”
“Get over it, honey. You’re never going to get it.”
I verbally groan at Damon’s response and try to fight back against the waves of tiredness of feeling. I know with the amount of blood I’m losing that if I go to sleep now I’m most likely not waking up. And there’s no way I’m letting this bitch with dead ends be the reason I meet my demise. 
“Looking for this,” I almost let out a cry of relief as I looked up to see Elijah leaning against a wooden pillar. His nonchalant attitude instantly changes as I catch his eye. His dark eyes furiously move over my face, his nose crinkles (almost cutely), and his eyes look down to my bleeding thigh. My once-white dress is now as red as the ribbon in my hair. 
I try to stay awake as Elijah makes his way down the staircase with the stone in his hands. My eyes keep opening and shutting though as my vision keeps blurring. I hear bits and pieces of screams and bones cracking before I feel the weight of the chains around me disappear and a warm hand raises to my lips. 
“That’s my girl, come now Elskan. Drink.”
I wake up in my bed with a loud groan. My hands stretch out beside me as I feel the white fabric of the comforter. Wait. White? I quickly sit up and instantly regret it as a wash-up pain flows through my body. But the fear that I had just awoken in a bed that is not my trumps that pain. What the fuck happened last night? “You’re awake, wonderful,” A deep voice comes from the edge of the room, “We have much to discuss, Elskan.”
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pinkydevil16 · 2 years ago
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Dark! Xavier Thorpe x reader: part 2
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Y/n sat with Xavier in every lesson, she did find it odd how he always had a seat available next to him but she was glad to have a friend than have to sit at the back and be lonely, lunch rolling round as she laughed at Xavier's jokes his hand moving to push her hair out her face as he looked at her smiling. He wanted to sketch her as she smiled at him, he hadn't sketched her without her purple eyes but they looked so beautiful with the bright sun reflecting in them. 
"Y/n! Xavier!" Enid shouted across the Quad as Y/n turned her attention taken away from him as she moved to the table where their friends sat, Enid and Ajax both too shy to talk to each other more than a few words Y/n sitting next to the bubbly werewolf as they asked her how her first day was going. Y/n telling them everything including Xavier as Ajax gave him a smirk when Y/n said they sat together and chatted for most of the lessons, the art he'd shown her and how she was actually enjoying the school. Enid telling Y/n all the gossip as Xavier tried not to get upset at no longer having all of Y/n's attention, he liked that she only spoke to him, sat with him and had all her attention on him. She liked his art and enjoyed when he made it come to life, she didn't care if Bianca glared at her because she was too busy playing with her floating pen. Enid started complaining about the plans for the year, her roommate hadn't been assigned yet so it seemed she would be on her own for the year Y/n smiling as she used her powers to make a rainbow appear, Enid's eyes sparkling as she glowed with happiness.
"You'll get a roomie eventually, if not you can always sleep with me if you get lonely." Y/n said shrugging as Xavier thought of about her, his mind going back to his dream but it was fuzzy now as he looked at Y/n, Enid squealing as she squeezed Y/n close thanking her and asking to have a sleepover that night. Y/n nodded whilst rolling her eyes and grinning at the boys as Enid ran off to tell Yoko, Y/n turning towards them as she leaned forward stealing some food from Xavier with a cheeky smile. 
"Is she always so happy?" Y/n said as she looked over at Enid, Yoko showing her teeth to the colourful girl as Enid went to hug her stopping when Yoko raised an eyebrow at her instead Enid laughing nodding and running back to the group landing next to Y/n and leaning into her.
"Yoko is going out for a late night bite with the other vampires so she was going to stay with them tonight anyway. This is going to be so much fun! We can paint our nails and do face masks, do you have snapchat?" Xavier stopped listening as Enid listed off all the fun things they could do, Ajax's face going into one of pure content as he leant on his hand watching Enid a small smile on his lips, Xavier looking the same at Y/n as she encouraged Enid. 
"You're gonna be up all night." Xavier said with a grin as Y/n winked at him before the bell went Enid rushing to get up her and Ajax walking off to class as Xavier stood waiting for Y/n as she collected her stuff and walked next to him.
"What class is next?" Y/n said trying to find her schedule as her eyes turned purple things flying about as she huffed realising she must have lost it as she put everything back, Xavier reaching into his pocket and handing her the schedule. Y/n's eyebrow raised as he scratched his neck.
"It fell out earlier and i forgot to give it to you, also it's english." Y/n looked at him for a minute before laughing as they walked, Xavier looking at her oddly as she pushed him gently.
"So we've had a class about carnivorous plants, studying the moon and stars, potion making and now we get english? You'd think it was a normal school." Y/n rolled her eyes as they arrived, Xavier glaring at someone until they moved letting him and Y/n sit together as Y/n gave him and odd look.
"Did you just get that poor guy to move?" Xavier went red as he began to stutter trying to hide that he had been doing it all day, Y/n getting out her notebook as she poked him with her pen.
"Don't stress so much, it's cute you want to sit with me." Xavier went to say something but the teacher interrupted, Y/n's eyes moving back to the front of the room as she nodded along taking notes. Xavier started his notes but soon started sketching Y/n at the bottom of his page, Y/n looking over as she nudged him his hand dropping to cover it as he smiled at her.
"Whatcha drawing?" Y/n said in a hushed voice as she kept flitting her eyes back to the teacher as they wrote down quotes, Xavier covering his drawing with his arm as he quickly sketched a sunflower moving his arm so she could see the flower making it bloom as Y/n grinned at him.
"How did you know sunflowers were my favourite?" Y/n whispered, Xavier looked at his drawing he had drawn it so fast he hadn't thought about it but to him it made sense, he knew her better than she thought he did and he felt proud of himself. 
"Lucky guess?" Xavier said, it wasn't even a lie although he hadn't guessed just instantly drawn it without thinking, he felt connected to her as she watched the flower bloom over and over with a wide smile on her face.
"Mr Thorpe, Miss L/N, are we interrupting you?" Y/n's eyes shot up as she realised how close they were, her head almost on his shoulder as Xavier looked down at her both turning to the teacher as they turned red Y/n shifting back to sit normally as she mumbled an apology. The teacher staring at them a moment longer before moving on as Xavier ripped his page passing Y/n the drawing of the sunflower as she smiled at it putting it in her notebook. Her hand smoothing over it as she wrote her notes Xavier watching her as he leaned on his elbow trying to not make it obvious as he enjoyed how she kept looking at the drawing, he wanted to paint her a thousand sunflowers just to see her smile at his work. 
Xavier fenced with Ajax as they waited for the class to start, Bianca trying to talk to him but his attention turned to Y/n as she walked in tying her hair up as she walked towards the three of them a friendly smile on her face as she looked at Bianca.
"Hiya, i'm Y/n." Y/n extended her hand towards her Bianca looking her up and down before turning to Xavier.
"Really?" Bianca looking back at Y/n before walking past her bumping her shoulder as Y/n looked at her confused then facing the boys as Xavier fidgeted looking down as Ajax snorted hitting Xavier in the arm.
"Come on loser." Ajax said pulling his helmet down as he got into place, Xavier giving Y/n a lopsided smile.
"Sorry about Bianca, she's...Bianca." Xavier moved away putting his helmet on with a smile as he got into position, Y/n watching him as he and Ajax started fighting, his confidence growing as he got the first point hoping to impress Y/n before she turned feeling someone poke her. Bianca on the end of the sword as she challenged her with a smirk, Y/n raising an eyebrow shrugging as she put on her helmet, Ajax stopping as he waved at Xavier both pulling up their helmets as they watched. Bianca stood on one side as Y/n leisurely moved cracking her neck.
"What rules?" Y/n said her tone playful as she flipped her sword catching it as she rolled it between her fingers like a baton as she grinned at her behind the mask, the teacher explaining normal rules as the two started to spar, Y/n letting Bianca get a hit on her. Bianca taunting her as Y/n pretended to be annoyed letting Bianca get another hit before throwing her helmet off in annoyance.
"Alright, one last round, no rules, no helmets, first blood?" Bianca smiled as she chucked off her helmet, Y/n turning around with a wink to Xavier as she got back into position letting Bianca think she was winning until the last moment, her sword clashing harshly against hers as she spun knocking her to the ground with a small trip up placing the blade against Bianca's neck as she nicked her cheek. Xavier's jaw dropping as Bianca glared at Y/n's wicked smile, a fake pout coming on her face.
"Really Bianca?" Mocking her as she moved the tip away reaching out her hand to help her, Bianca slapping her hand as Y/n held them up in mock surrender watching Bianca as she walked off her group glaring at Y/n before following her. Xavier coming up behind Y/n as he placed a hand on her shoulder with a smile, Y/n's face turning back into a smile as she poked Xavier's side making him poke her back as she moved to grab her helmet Xavier quickly looking up as she bent over trying not to be a perv but his eyes dropped back to her. Ajax poking him with the sword making Xavier jump and look away from Y/n as Ajax rolled his eyes, Y/n now moving to stand next to them as she placed the rubber tip back on her blade.
"So who wants to go next?" Y/n said with a grin as she looked between the boys, Ajax bowing out quickly leaving her with Xavier before the teacher came over.
"Y/n Principle Weems would like to see you." Y/n nodded waving bye to Xavier and Ajax as she went into the changing rooms. 
"Hello Miss L/N, i hope you are enjoying Nevermore so far." Y/n sat down placing her bag on the ground as she adjusted the long skirt looking at Principle Weems with a small smile.
"It's a good school, i'm enjoying it compared to my last one." Principle Weems grinned at Y/n as she leaned forward dropping her eyes to look over Y/n's file which was larger than most with multiple tabs.
"I was reading through your file and wanted to introduce myself personally, you are a gifted student but this is your 5th school in 3 years due to behavioural issues." Y/n sighed as she crossed her legs leaning back in the chair her eyes turning purple as she flipped the folder open to the last report sent in by her previous school.
"I don't have behavioural issues normie schools just so happen to enjoy bullying Outcasts which i don't enjoy. I promise i won't be a problem to you or the normies in the nearby town. I know this is a last resort for my mum since i gained my powers and you and i both know she was more than happy to ship me off so the chances of her taking me back are slim. I'm already making friends and fitting in, i plan to join the poecup club with Enid as one of her ladies graduated last year." Principle Weems lip curled as she looked at the report.
"Miss L/N dangled a boy in the air after he teased a younger boy from a different class, when asked to put him down she dropped him down spinning him at the last moment to land him safely but she showed no remorse." Principle Weems sat back in her chair waiting for Y/n to elaborate as she shrugged her shoulders twirling her finger with purple mist surrounding it.
"He pushed an outcast kid to the ground and called him an abomination, i asked him to apologise and he threatened me. I did everything they asked me to, apologised to him and no police report was done. Principle Weeks, i am not a bad student this is my last year and i'll be 18 in a few months. I hope we can look past my file." Principle Weeks stood up towering over Y/n as she stood up aswell, her red lips stretched into an annoyed smile as her eye twitched slightly, Y/n grinning at her as she picked up her bag.
"Have a good day Miss L/N, i hope i won't see you in my office often." Y/n nodded leaving with a small wave of the hand the door opening and closing behind her as Principle Weems sat back in her seat looking over the file before storing it with the other troublesome cases. Y/n walked through the halls the classes finished a few moments ago as she made her way to the dorms opening her door as she placed her bag down Enid already sat on her bed legs crossed texting away. Y/n raising her eyebrows as she looked at Enid who stood quickly with a wide smile pointing to her sleeping bag.
"Hey Y/n, hope you don't mind Yoko let me in." Y/n smiled sitting down on her bed and throwing her shoes off as she pulled her hair free and dropped backwards. Enid perching next to her as she bounced waiting for Y/n to talk to her, Y/n looking at her before huffing.
"I don't mind do whatever you want in here, what's the plan?" Enid squealed moving to her bag as she pulled out blankets and pillows aswell as her laptop placing them on the bed as Y/n moved to let her place them down.
"Ajax and Xavier invited us to Crackstone's crypt to hangout for a few hours then i thought we could come back and do all the fun stuff!" Y/n rolled over nodding as she groaned sitting up, Enid rushing around as she pulled out multiple outfits asking Y/n's opinions. 
Xavier sat in his room his pencils all spread out on the bed as he twirled one in his hand tapping it against the paper as he looked at the sunflower, the colours blended but he wanted it to he absolutely perfect as he looked at all the different scrunched drawings of sunflowers he'd started and decided they weren't good enough. His mind reeling as he looked through his book landing on the image of her pointing her sword at Bianca, her stance beautiful and captivated as he started drawing the person under her, his hand drawing without thinking as he drew himself under her sword. Running his hand over it as the drawing moved showing her pushing him to the ground and grinning at him, his mind running wild as it kept moving until she straddled him her lips grazing his as she mocked him, his hands running along her legs as he pulled her closer her lips about to drop onto his when his dorm room door opened Rowan walking in with a small wave to Xavier. The sketchbook slamming shut as he panicked waving back hiding the book under his pillow as he adjusted his position trying to hide how the drawing had made him feel as he pushed his hair back sighing deeply. He wanted to keep drawing her, watch how the scenes played out in his head, he wondered how far he could go in his drawings.
Y/n sat next to Enid on the balcony waiting for Ajax and Xavier, Y/n dressed in a dark blue wrap top and jeans with a denim jacket, Enid in a rainbow coloured jumper and skirt her hair nicely curled and nails repainted. Y/n had done some small make up on her with her magic, Y/n doing black eyeliner and blue eyeshadow making her eyes pop as the moon beamed down on them. A stone coming over the side as the two girls moved to look over seeing Ajax and Xavier smiling up at them as Y/n used her powers to float them down, their boots landing softly as Y/n smiled at everyone. 
"You guys ready?" Ajax asked as he looked at Enid, she looked so pretty he couldn't keep his eyes off her as Xavier walked beside Y/n the two others in front as they kept trying to talk only able to have small conversations before looking away awkwardly and interrupting the other. 
"Hey i drew this for you." Xavier handed Y/n a folded piece of paper, Y/n unfolding it to find a beautiful sunflower which looked vivid even under the shady moonlight as they walked, grinning at Xavier as she used her powers to move into the picture and pull it out holding it against her chest as Xavier grinned at her.
"Thank you, it's beautiful." Y/n smelt it, touching the petals before placing it back inside the picture his drawing returning to normal as she ran her hand over the colours feeling the pencil marks and how much effort he'd put into it.
"You're so talented, have you ever sold any?" Xavier felt his blood run cold as she kept touching the drawing loving how she could tell he had done it over and over, the subtle lines where he'd drawn different versions and the changing of colours as he wanted to capture the best lighting. 
"Sometimes, my dad wanted me to do him one for his shows so it would move when people came near but he kept saying it never looked right so now i only draw for my personal collection." Y/n folded the drawing placing it in her back pocket as she looped her arm with his leaning her head on his arm as they kept walking.
"Well your dad is wrong, your art is awesome and i would love to see your personal collection sometime." Xavier blushed happy for the dark lighting as they kept walking all four of them chatting as they arrived at the crypt. 
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bbboar · 1 year ago
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weird asks: ALL hehehe
chaotic good, i love it!!
who is/are your comfort character(s)? Dont rly have comfort characters but during the 2020 lockdowns Breq Imperial Radch was my comfort character bcs i was going through some shit and she was a force of nature and justice Basically i get why Seivarden was down bad.
lighter or matches? Dont smoke
do you leave the window open at night? Absolutely not. It does not close properly and theres spiderwebs outside!
which cryptid being do you believe in? None of them but love to hear stories
what color are your eyes? Brown
why did you do that? What?
hair-ties or scrunchies? Ive never used a scrunchy so i cannot judge effectively
how many water bottles are in your room right now? Only one (i have 2 metal water bottles, one for home and another for work)
which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Depends on the season! Hot for winter but cold for summer.
would you slaughter the rich? i understand the craving for violence but personally i think it would be more torturous to have them watch as their wealth is redistributed and they have to live like normal people and work and have a budget and shit lol Like i know i doesnt sound bad but the way some of these people live....theyd be crying screaming shitting throwing up etc
favorite extracurricular activity? Girl im 27, i dont go to school anymore. All my activities are extracurricular
what kind of day is it? Thursday. Actually its after midnight so its Friday now
when was the last time you ate? Like 5 hours ago, i had some chocolate
do you love the smell of earth after it rains? Yeah!!!
are you a parent? (all answers qualify) no
can you drive? No but god do i need to learn to make my life easier
are you farsighted or nearsighted? Neither to my knowledge
what hair products do you use? Lmao none?? Unless im curling my hair and using hair spray. Oh i also use a hair mask each time i shower.
imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? omg of course, bestie!
do you say soda or pop? Im Australian, i say fizzy drink
something you’ve kept since childhood? I have a sonic tshirt that ive had since i was 12 years old and i will not throw it away until it comes apart
what type of person are you? Vampire coded werewolf
how do you feel about chilly weather? I get sad when the weather starts getting colder bcs summertime is my favourite, but after that transition period, i think its fun to go into cozy mode! I love my big comforting jackets and my oodie and having tea every day.
if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Looking at the starts, laughing, having deep conversations.
perfume/body spray or lotion? Personally i dont use perfume or body spray. The only lotion i use is moisturizer bcs my skin is dry
a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? So many of them, lets not get into it
about how many hours of sleep did you get? Yesterday? Probably ~7
do you wear a mask? Yeah although not as much as i used to ngl
how do you like your shower water? Warm.
is there dishes in your room? Nope. The most there is at any given time is 1 tea mug and maaaybe a plate if ive had a snack or smtn
what type of music keeps you grounded? This doesnt apply to me
do you have a favorite towel? Not really?
the last adventure you’ve been on? Took public transport to an area id never been before last week. To me thats an adventure lol
is there a song you know every word to by heart? Yeah, theres a bunch where as soon as they start, ill know all the lyrics and be able to sing along but if the song isnt playing? Head empty.
what’s your timezone? Australian Eastern Standard Time
how many times have you changed your url? Over 5 for sure
someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Damn i think ive known Kieran Teeniepaws for 10+ years (Kieran if youre reading this sorry for not tagging you, this post is sooo long)
a soap bar that smells good? I dont use bars of soap??? I dont find them that practical. But ive sniffed a lot of them in shops and like 80% of them smell rly good
do you use lip balm? I have to bcs my acne medication gives me super dry lips
did you have any snacks today? Yeah i had some chocolate after dinner
how do you take your coffee? I just have a regular latte no sugar unless its more bitter than im used to. Then 1 sugar
an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Twitter lol, podbean, spotify, youtube and as of recently pokemon go
what’s your take on spicy foods? i love spicy food! i actually bought some sriracha the other day bc i missed having it
you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? who are you? The fbi? Im not going to tell you
can you remember what happened yesterday? woke up, took the bus, went to work, kept thinking about touchstarved (game) while at work, tried to play some sneaky pokemon go during work bcs i ran out of pokeballs and needed to spin the local pokestop to get more, went home, made dinner, made a touchstarved thread on twitter, went to sleep
favorite holiday film? Not to be a grinch but i dont like holiday films and im sooo sick of the xmas films that come out every year.
what was the last message you sent?
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when did you first try an alcohol beverage? Pretty sure i was 14,i had a glass of wine and fell asleep almost right after lol
can you skip rocks? I think its fun to do but i am bad at it
can i tag you in random stuff? If youre a stranger? No. If youre a mutual, sure! Go ahead.
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suplexjones · 2 years ago
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hi im up on this fine sleepover saturday avoiding work! updates from me are that im writing a scene where the girlbucks paint each other's nails, and also im crocheting a giant slug.
what's a piece of media you could watch a million times and not get tired of? ive watched hannibal about 4 times with various friends, and it's still so good. also the original 1978 Halloween movie ive watched a lot
Hi, El! I can't wait to read that scene one day. Also, send me a picture of the giant slug when you're done please. It sounds really cool.
Hannibal is so good. But for some reason the only episodes I always rewatch the first 2 🤷
I hope you don't mind me leaving a big list below? Before I got into wrestling a lot of my brain concentrated on bingeing movies and tv shows so...
My movies are Tuck Everlasting, Beetlejuice, Ravenous (1999), The Lost Boys, The Dreamers (2003), How I Live Now, Stand By Me.
My tv shows are The Terror, The Haunting of Hill House, The Walking Dead (the first 2 seasons), The Vampire Diaries (the first 2 seasons), Supernatural (the first 2 seasons)
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since0202 · 4 years ago
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Chapter 19: Claim
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Warning: Implied Sexual Content
The hunt for Victoria was on. 
Now that the Cullens were back and they realized the danger that Victoria still presented, they doubled their efforts of tracking her on their territory. Grace was swamped with finals prep and Sam told her they had it handled for the time being, so she sat out on night rounds for now. 
Jake was busy hunting Victoria so he hadn’t stopped by her texted since that afternoon they fell asleep together. She promised herself that as soon as things calmed down, she was going to ask him the questions she needed to: Why did he try to kiss Bella? Was he in love with her? What did that make Grace to him? What did this all mean? 
The questions circled her head as she sat in her AP English class. Bella tapped her shoulder with the eraser end of her pencil. Grace looked over and gave her a gentle smile 
“Hey, you okay?” Bella asked. Grace nodded and turned back to her notes. 
Grace did know that she could just ask Bella about what happened between her and Jake. She would be honest at least and forthcoming. She had Edward so there was no reason to stymy any details. But Grace knew that Bella didn’t feel intensely for Jake, so it wasn’t really her feelings that she needed to clear up. Still, she might as well ask. 
Just as she went to raise her hand to answer a question her teacher posed about the significance of the birds in James Joyce’s novel “Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man”, her phone buzzed. Sidetracked now, she flipped it open. 
SMS Text— 2:33 p.m.: Paul
Are you ready to talk yet? 
I promise I’m cool as a cucumber. 
And then there was Paul. Her heart ached every time she thought about him. In any other life, Grace knew she would have readily chosen Paul to be with for the rest of her life. He was so kind and soft and gentle with her. His anger was frightening but never directed at her. She always felt exceedingly safe with him, however, this wasn’t any other life. And being with him meant understanding that something was always going to be missing, no matter what he did. And that wasn’t fair to him. 
Grace had asked him to give her some time, what with finals coming up and needing to wrap her head around everything. She also wanted to give him time to cool off as his territorialness over Grace increased once he found out about her and Jake’s afternoon together.  
She wrote a hasty reply back saying they’d talk this weekend, in person, and then shut her phone and buried it deep in her bag. Bella had been watching her do this the whole time and Grace looked over to give her a reassuring smile. But worry was painted clear on Bella’s face. 
Once the day was over, Grace and Bella walked toward their truck. Relieved that it was finally the weekend and the start of Spring Break, Grace began organizing all of the studying, essays, and projects she needed to do in her head. She had as far as next Wednesday mapped out when Bella slammed the driver side door of the truck and looked over at Grace. 
“Hey,” Bella said, her face a little unsure. 
“Hey,” Grace said, a little confused. 
“Um, so. Would you want to have a sleepover with me and Alice?” As the words tumbled out of her mouth, Bella outwardly cringed. 
“We...we sleep in the same room every night. But yes? I guess?” Grace said laughing a little. 
“No, I mean, Edward still won’t let me go down to the rez and everyone except Rosalie and Alice are going hunting. And so he asked me to stay the night at his place with Rosalie and Alice just to be safe.” Bella said all of this very quickly. Grace looked at her skeptically for a moment. 
“I thought you liked Alice,” she said. 
“I do!” Bella said, “I just, I would just feel better if you were there. And I know we haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time together since Edward got back and I--” Bella looked at Grace’s face that was pulled into a broad smile, “Just forget it. It’s stupid.”
“No! No, Bella!” Grace laughed, “It’s just not very….you? I don’t know. Of course I’ll have a sleepover with you. In a vampire coven’s home. On land I’ve been specifically forbidden to enter.” 
Bella’s eyes went wide in distress. 
“Sounds fun,” Grace concluded. 
“Oh god,” Bella said, “If this is gonna get you in trouble with Sam or…..Jake.” Bella again lightly cringed when she said his name, more for Grace’s sake than hers. “Then really. Do not worry about it. I just thought-” 
“No, I’m coming.” Grace interjected joyfully. It was true, Sam had told her to never go to the Cullen’s house again. But she wanted to prove once and for all that they posed no threat to them. Sleeping over seemed like a dangerous enough feat that would show that. Plus, if Grace gathered any intel on the vampires, that might be enough consolation for Sam not to totally take her head off.
Or maybe, it was just the old rebellion rising up in her again. She hadn’t felt this need to disobey every order thrown at her since right after her father died. Something in her kept telling her to push harder and harder, just to see how far enough she could go. 
Bella gave a small smile and said “Thanks.” 
When they got home, they both bolted upstairs to pack a bag, a weird pulsing joy moving through both of them. Grace felt like she was a 6th grader, invited to the popular girl’s party and she didn’t know why. Bella was just thrilled Grace was coming. 
When they both tumbled back down the stairs together, arm and arm, and whispering about something they had heard that day, Charlie was just coming through the front door. 
“Where do you two think you’re going?” Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Far as I know, you two are still grounded.” 
“Dad,” Bella groaned. 
“Jessica invited us to a slumber party at her house to kick off spring break,” Grace quickly interjected. She thought mentioning a town girl instead of a rez girl would keep Charlie from double checking a story since he knew of Jessica, but didn’t have enough face time to place her in town. 
“Jessica?” Charlie said. 
“Yeah, is that okay? We wanted a,” Bella paused, the words making her cringe ever so slightly, “A girl’s night.”
Charlie seemed pleased that this seemingly had nothing to do with Edward. 
“Pleeeease, please please please,” Grace feigned begging. 
“Alright, alright,” Charlie said. “A slumber party?” 
“Yes!” they both said in unison. 
“No boys?” Charlie confirmed. 
“Dad.” 
“No boys allowed!” Grace replied. 
“Alright then, have fun.” Charlie said stepping aside and trying to conceal a smile. 
“Yessss!” Grace bounded out the door and Bella lagged behind to hug Charlie goodbye. 
When they pulled into the driveway of the Cullen house, Grace had to stop herself from admiring the sheer immense beauty of the home in the daylight. The windows glittered in the low light sun still and the trees shimmered in bloom. As they hopped down from the truck, Edward was already down the steps to greet them. 
“Grace. Good of you join,” Edward said politely. He wrapped his arm around Bella pulling her into his side and taking her bag. 
“Of course. Any chance to hang with some vampires,” Grace said nonchalantly. As they walked through the house and up the stairs, Edward guided them toward the kitchen. When the huge island countertop came into view, Grace gasped at the fanfare of food, party snacks, and candy littering the counter. 
“Thought we’d lean into the sleepover theme,” Esme said kindly from behind the counter. 
“You didn’t have to go to this much trouble,” Bella breathed. Esme waved a dismissive hand at her and beamed. 
“Wow,” Grace breathed. Suddenly Carlisle was beside her taking her bag from her shoulder. 
“I’ll place this up in the guest room for you. Good to see you, Grace,” Carlisle nodded. 
“Likewise,” Grace said sincerely back. Something about Carlisle’s calm demeanor and sincere stare put Grace at ease. 
He was back in a flash and then nodded to the others, “Ready? We should get going if we’re going to make it by nightfall.” The others agreed and said their goodbyes to their partners. Edward held onto Bella for just a little bit longer than anyone else and then quickly departed leaving Alice, Grace, and Bella in the kitchen. 
“Rosalie’s just running a quick errand, she’ll be back,” Alice said. “Okay, so what first! Nails? Face masks? Hair braids?” Alice was clapping her hands together on every suggestion. Bella’s anxiety climbed more and more and Grace’s eyes grew bigger and bigger with glee at each suggestion. 
When Rosalie entered the converted dining room that Alice had made into a very high end blanket force with gauzy curtains, colorful pouf pillows, and lush faux fur blankets, she was surprised to see everyone on the floor in some state of disarray. Sleepless in Seattle played on the too big TV above the fireplace. Grace was pulling on Red Vines and clasping a magazine in her hand, staring at it seriously, with mashed avocado smeared across her face. Bella, also clad in green avocado, had an intricate braid winding over her most of her head that Alice had perfected and placed flowers throughout and was taking bites of pretzels and popcorn while tracing her pencil over a crossword puzzle. She intermittently answered Grace’s questions while Alice bounded from the tent and back again with another concoction from the kitchen to now slather over Grace’s free hand. 
“When you’re alone, what’s your favorite activity to do together? A) Gaze adoringly into each other’s eyes in a field of flowers….Bit specific.” Grace said in between bites of her Red Vine,  “B) Do some dare devil defying feat. C) Go out to eat followed by a late night movie. Or D) Go to a party and get silly.” 
“What are you three doing?” Rosalie said a little surprised, with wonder filling her face. 
“We’re trying to figure out how old Edward is based on their relationship traits with this Cosmo quiz,” Grace replied, her eyes still focused intensely on the page in front of her. 
“Oh.” Rosalie said looking around the room, “You should really condition your hair with egg whites.” She suggested as she saw Alice rubbing coconut oil through Grace’s hair. 
“Is this a way for you to get to crack eggs on my head or something?” Grace asked as Bella tried to conceal a laugh. 
“No! It’s just an old trick I remember from my time,” Rosalie said matter-of-factly, “Here I’ll show you.” She strode over to the refrigerator and started gently separating eggs in a bowl. 
“Answer the question, Bella,” Alice prompted. Bella snapped back to attention. 
“Ummm, A I guess?” She replied with an embarrassed smile.” 
“Yeah, we all knew it was A, no need to fret,” Grace said pressing on. Rosalie settled behind Grace expertly draping a towel over her shoulders with a satisfied smile on her face before expertly applying the whisked egg whites. 
The night pressed on with too much food, rinsing their hair in the sink and having to advise on temperature to two people who couldn’t perceive temperature, and quoting Roman Holiday. Bella fell asleep just after midnight and Alice carried her up to Edward’s room that was repurposed into a guest room. 
When Grace turned in for the night, she heard her phone beep. 
SMS Text—12:32 a.m.: Paul 
Meet me at my place and I won’t tell Sam where you are right now. ;)
Grace let out a surprised laugh. She expected someone to eventually figure out where she was but the cheeky jibe from Paul was unexpected. 
SMS Text—12:33 a.m.: Grace
Are you threatening me, Paul Lahote? 
SMS Text—12:33 a.m.: Paul
Come and find out, Spirit Bird. 
Grace was definitely intrigued. Maybe it was the expert styling of her hair from Rosalie or the glow from her avocado face mask, or the fact that she hadn’t heard from Jacob in days and she was starting to think he regretted it. Whatever it was, she gathered her coat and made her way out to the forest. Rosalie gave her a confused look as she passed the living room but didn’t try to stop her. 
She jogged the short mile and a half to the rez border and once she crossed onto her territory, she quickly recast and landed in front of Paul’s quaint home. It was a tiny little one bedroom with a wrap around porch and modest kitchen. He didn’t spend much time there, but Grace had been there once or twice before when he swung by to grab something before taking her home. She skipped up the porch steps and before she could even knock on the door, he pulled it open. Shirtless as always, he smiled and nodded his head over his shoulder to beckon her inside. She gladly ducked inside. 
Grace didn’t exactly know why she came. She thought about making amends, talking about what happened like he had asked, but when she turned to look toward Paul after walking across the short length of her living room, it didn’t really seem like he was all too concerned with betrayal anymore. He looked her up and down appreciatively, taking his time to take her all in. The old fire rose in Grace once again and she smiled warmly at him. While the ache of that familiar absence remained where she knew Jake fit, she was able to keep it quiet, just for now. 
“So do you always text girls past midnight who happen to be hanging out with low risk vampires?” Grace said nonchalantly. 
“I guess, at least I do when the girl looks as good as you,” Paul said seriously. Grace blushed. 
“So you’re not mad? Don’t want to yell at me about betraying the pack and all that?” Grace pressed. 
“Not if you don’t want me too,” Paul said, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Grace shook her head no. “Good, then I won’t and we can do something better instead.” 
“Better?” 
“Better.” he looked at her trying to figure out something before he said, “I’m tired of this back and forth. Who chooses who and all that. So, I’m laying claim.” 
“What do you mean?” Grace said, her heart starting to beat faster. She felt like she was on the precipice of something that she might not be able to come back from. Paul crossed the small room in three quick strides and scooped her up, pulling her legs to wrap around his lower torso and holding onto her back before saying in the softest voice Grace could ever imagine he was capable of: 
“I’m calling you mine.” With that, he pressed his lips firmly to hers, his breath hot and wanting as he parted his lips and ran his tongue across hers. Grace responded easily, allowing the feeling of warmth to crash through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. 
He easily steered them down the narrow hallway back toward his room without breaking the kiss. He was keen on keeping hands on her at all times. When he sat down on the bed, she perched in his lap, kneeling over him as he kissed her neck softly, running his hands gently down her sides before deftly pulling at her shirt. She obliged and slowly peeled off the soft t-shirt as he pressed his lips to her collarbone and shoulders, pulling one bra strap down gently with his index finger to gain full access to her shoulder. 
Grace shivered at his touch and let her hands roam down his neck to his chest and arms. He captured her gaze and stopped for a moment, searching her eyes lovingly before placing a hand behind her head and pulling her to him for a deeper kiss. With his other hand, he quickly unsnapped her bra and Grace let it slip from her arms and tossed it aside before pressing her chest to his. He let out a soft groan as their bodies connected and placed both of his hands on her naked back, pressing her roughly to him for a moment before swinging her around to lay flat on the bed. 
He kneeled over her now, leaning up to stare at her for just a minute before kissing down her neck and chest, his hands making quick work of her jean button. He shimmied her out of her jeans and quickly discarded his own shorts before gently sliding her underwear down her legs, kissing at her thigh and calf as he went. 
Grace let small gasps of breath escape, allowing herself to relax into this feeling with him. Whatever voice in her that was telling her no, she had stopped listening and the voice had grown quiet. When he finally slipped out of his boxer shorts and hovered over her, Grace opening to him and looping her hands confidently behind his head, he stopped for a moment once more. 
His eyes poured into hers and Grace felt intensely loved, more than she had felt in her entire life. The fact that a singular human would look at her like that made her whole lower body tremble.  
“Grace Alo, you are the most beautiful, mysterious, and frustrating woman I’ve ever met,” Paul said, heady breaths flowing across Grace’s face. She felt intoxicated by them. He paused again brushing his lips to hers and Grace arched her hips instinctively. He pulled away and leaned back for a moment to take his whole face in and said, “Promise me that you’re mine.” 
Grace looked up at him and cupped both hands to his face before whispering, “I promise.” He gave her another achingly sweet smile before pushing forward, resulting in Grace gasping and clutching tightly around his neck in wanting rhythm. 
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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago
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No sleep for the wicked
Platonic sleepover with reader, Dawn, Buffy, Willow and Tara. 
Request: okay i just saw your guideline post and i got a cute idea for a dawn fic platonic friendship oF COURSE but dawn and reader are bffs ever since she ‘moved’ to sunnydale with buffy and their mom and theyre having a epic slumber party with willow and tara and buffy cause tHAT would be so pure and wholesome. happy fic for all involved maybe watching horror movies or something idk
Requested by: @sunflower-stan​
A/N: Thanks for looking at my guideline post, I write Dawn so long as it’s platonic/familial. Reader’s hair is long enough to be plaited.
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You were super excited. You loved going to the Summer’s house. They always made you feel so welcome.
You knew all about demons and vampires and Dawn was so pleased. She didn’t have to hide anything from you, you both trusted each other which was something she had wanted for so long.
This house was like your second home – they all made you feel like one of their own. Buffy already called you and Dawn her annoying younger siblings. She said this with affection and you really did look up to these women. You and Dawn decided one day you would start your own world-saving gang when you managed to find some super-powers, obviously.
A short time after you arrived, Buffy grabbed some blonde-haired guy you had never met before and shoved him into the hall to talk to him or something. After a moment, Buffy came in to explain that they had to go out for a moment but she would bring back pizza for dinner which made you and Dawn cheer. Dawn started to give you the gossip on the blonde guy and Willow decided to get something to distract you both from worrying about Buffy seeing as she was most likely off fighting.
While you were waiting for your food, Willow smiled and brought in four pencils. She set them down in front of the rest of the room and you and Dawn shared a confused look.
“So long as you don’t tell anyone-”
“Willow, are you sure? Maybe we should take a break-”
“It’s harmless. They’re just going to try it without us, at least it’s safer if we supervise” Willow assured her girlfriend, but Tara wasn’t completely convinced.
Willow explained the spell and showed you on her own pencil how to levitate it without ever touching the pencil. You and Dawn gasped and squealed, you were finally being allowed to try magic. You were so excited you could barely focus.
After almost two hours of trying, where your pencil had vibrated slightly but not moved and Dawn’s had stayed completely still, you gave up. You tried so hard but it was no use. Willow giggled at your forlorn faces and told you both just to keep practicing, that she could see you both had potential.
You were young, but you could spot when someone was sugar-coating something. You did love Willow and how kind she was though. Tara seemed relieved that the magic making was over and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek before taking the pencils and putting them away.
Buffy eventually returned bringing pizzas and soda from Xander’s work. You all tucked in, Dawn dropped some down the top she had ‘borrowed’ from Buffy and you both ran giggling before she could notice to try and clean it off in the bathroom. It was no use, she had stained it. She changed and you both just hung it back up hoping she would think it was blood.
It had grown dark outside and you and Dawn had dimmed and turned off most of the lights, convincing the older women to listen to your ghost stories. They were silly tales that they had heard several times before when they were in high school themselves (Hell, Buffy and Willow had lived through worse in high school).
However, with your joint story-telling skills and a perfectly timed thud against the floor the women actually jumped. You both grinned, teasing Buffy especially considering she was the Slayer. Buffy shook her head at the pair of you, you could annoy her at times but she really was fond of you both.
You began to watch different films, you and Dawn were sat on the floor with the older girls on the sofa behind you. Buffy started to plait Dawn’s hair and Tara, ever the sweetheart, offered to attempt to plait yours. You nodded, a little shy she had seen you glancing at Dawn and Buffy.
You carried on through the evening, watching films and making commentary. The others told you to calm down a little but you and Dawn were having too much fun.
Eventually, towards midnight, you were watching a spooky movie and you and Dawn were hiding behind pillows, more because it was fun than the fact you were really scared. You knew you had a slayer and some powerful witches on your side. You often shouted advice to the screen but the characters just would not listen.
You looked up from behind your pillows to ask Buffy if she would have staked the vampire straight away or kept him around on purpose to get information from him (trying not to giggle over Dawn whispering she would probably just try to kiss him instead).
When you turned though, the three women that had claimed the sofa were fast asleep. Tara and Willow were curled up together and Buffy was cuddling a cushion to her chest as she slept soundly.
You had tired the others out evidently. You looked back at Dawn and shared an eye-roll at your older friends. You and Dawn were still wide awake. Giggling and agreeing to aim to stay up for the entire night.
Why did they get to be the adults when you were the ones with all the energy to go out and have fun? So not fair.
You painted each other’s nails and ate as much candy as you could stomach. The others would wake up to find you passed out at 8am after the most epic sugar high of all time.
But, for the meantime, while they slept you and Dawn got to work. Giggling and falling over each other pretending that you were drunk you ran outside into the early morning light. You danced and sang at the top of your lungs.
That’s why you liked Dawn, she wasn’t afraid to be giddy with you. She was your best friend and the closest thing to a twin you would have.
You pretended you were famous singers, coming up with the most cheesy dance routines. You were directed by Dawn, who was surprisingly a half-decent choreographer. However, sometimes as you started from the top, you wouldn’t be able to continue. You fell into fits of laughter, unsure how you hadn’t woken up the entire street.
You kept catching laughter from each other, she would start and you would catch it and eventually tail off. Then something tickled you and you couldn’t stop giggling, sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
When you got bored of that you sat around throwing and catching candy in your mouths and whispering to each other your secrets. Finding out who Dawn’s secret crush was which made you shriek with laughter. Meaning she threw a pillow at your face which almost knocked you backwards.
It was nice to have so much fun with your friend. To feel safe and cosy, despite all of the demons that surrounded you all. These women, your best friend, they were like family.
You were so grateful to have them in your life, and to have your chosen family all around you.
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Hi, i will love to read some jealous drarry. I been thinking that Draco is a lot more jealous than Harry, but not always shows it and that Harry's reaction to it would be priceless.
Hey anon, thanks for the ask!! I totally agree with this headcanon 🥰 I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, but have some Halloween party jealous Draco along with many other gay side ships hehe (also posted on ao3 if you want to check content, although there are no warnings) 
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Draco sighed, spiked pumpkin juice sloshing over the rim of his mug.
“If you care so much, just go talk to him,” Pansy said, leaning back against the wall and admiring her red painted nails.
They were in the room of requirement, the walls done up in varying degrees of black and orange—from the streamers to the charmed bats flitting about the ceiling, it was every bit the Halloween party. It had all been Pansy’s idea, surprisingly. She had always loved a bit of gothic couture, and now they were all suffering for it, at a party planned by her and Granger, of all people. They had done it all under the nose of the teachers, not bothering to ask for permission, even if they probably could have gotten it. No one was going to know regardless—it was going to be a huge Halloween sleepover.  
They had all worked hard to set up the room, everyone delegated a different task. Granger and Pansy had overseen the most important one; decorations. Candles floated around the outskirts, lighting the room with a haunting glow, flickering across the dance floor. Pumpkins were stacked like sentries around the room, their smiles ominous, cobwebs in every corner, and a charmed skeleton next to the doors that insisted on heckling people. The atmosphere in the room was perfect, even Draco had to admit, creepy and exuberant in a terribly fun way. They had put Luna and Daphne in charge of music, and it had been a playful mixture of haunting organ pieces and the most recent dance hits, from Hex a Wix to the Weird Sisters. Longbottom and the Weasley girl had done the food, and it was obvious who had got what, the table split into candied apples, pumpkin pie, and the like, the other side hosting severed fingers (transfigured chocolates), a jar of eyeballs (transfigured gumballs), spiked pumpkin juice, and firewhiskey gummy worms.
And of course, everyone had come dressed in costume. A slightly muggle convention, but muggle was in post-war, and who were the eighth-year students to fight the trends? Draco had been there early with Pansy and Granger, and he had mentally taken note of each costume as people walked in.
Pansy, always a lover of dramatics, had come as the muggle version of a vampire. It was bold, it was gothic, and it was slightly controversial considering vampires did exist. She had temporarily transformed her teeth into fangs, and the exaggerated canines added to the sharp lines in her face, contrasting the glamoured red eyes and her black bob. Draco had to admit, she looked brilliant in her flowing, high collared black cape, the inside lined red, her tight leather pants, and black men’s button-up.
In contrast, Granger was wearing a long black dress that made her look like she had just stepped out of the 1800s, and apparently, she had… As Marie Curie, the muggle scientist. She had charmed her wand a glowing green, “radioactive” she said, and her bushy brown hair was put up in a high bun.
She looked atrocious in Draco’s opinion, but Pansy couldn’t stop staring at the nape of her neck, or admiring the stray curls framing her face. He had also noticed Granger assessing Pansy’s toned legs, giggling madly at everything Pansy said. It made him want to vomit.  
Luna had arrived promptly to set up the music, brown paint smudged across her cheeks, and bright yellow petals sticking out of her hair. A sunflower, the symbol of joy and adoration, she informed Draco serenely.
Next, most of the Gryffindor’s had shown up together, being boisterous and joyous, so making Draco’s eye twitch in annoyance.
Weasley had wrapped his Gryffindor tie around his head, tucked his white shirt loosely into tattered beige slacks, put a sword on his hip, and called himself a pirate. The epitome of lazy.
The girl Weasley was no different, dressed in her Quidditch uniform she was, gasp, a Quidditch player. She had quickly sought out Luna, flexing brashly. Disgusting. Although the way Luna had lit up at seeing her, becoming ever more the sunflower, had brought a small smile to Draco’s face.
The rest of the Gryffindor’s were boring enough; Longbottom the gardener, muggle versions of witches, Thomas a muggle football player, Finnigan apparently the football.
There were, of course, a few Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw editions to their little gathering, but Draco couldn’t be bothered to look up from what he was doing, their costumes as boring as he would have expected. Although Zacharias Smith seemed to have put a lot of effort into looking like an absolute idiot, his dragon handler costume was completely unrealistic. Draco had never wished to see that much of Smith, his cloth shorts and thigh-high boots, fake dragon tooth necklace, and bare chest, made no sense when handling a fire breathing beast. Weasley had no issue telling him as much, his sister whipping out a camera, “to send to Charlie,” she snickered.
Finally, the Slytherins had arrived, fashionably late as always.
Theo walked in smoking a pipe, wearing a trench coat; “I’m Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes! The greatest detective in history!” He exclaimed in annoyance as only Granger recognized him.
Crabbe and Goyle had shown up as surprisingly well done-up monsters, Crabbe’s face painted a sickly green, Goyle wrapped head to toe in toilet paper. “M a Mmmy,” he muttered through the costume.
Millicent had thrown on a pair of devil horns and a tail, calling it a day.
Daphne had come as an ice queen, her blond hair streaked with snowflakes, her blue dress shimmering in the candlelight. She looked almost too good for their little affair, as if she belonged in an arching ballroom, glass slippers on her feet.  
That was nearly everyone, and Draco had been about to go back to the fake bats he was charming, and that was when he had arrived.
“Harry, mate!” Weasley yelled, “where’s your costume?”
Potter was wearing a white button-up and slacks, his Gryffindor tie hanging loosely around his neck—so exactly what he wore under his robes all day. His hair was an absolute mess, definitely the most frightening thing Draco had seen all day, his round wire-framed glasses skewed.
“Er—I didn’t realize it was a costume party.”
“It’s bloody Halloween, Potter,” Draco quipped, “what did you expect?”
“You don’t seem to have put in much effort either, Malfoy,” Potter retorted.
That was decidedly not true; Draco was wearing all black, from his turtleneck and slacks, to the fuzzy cat ears nestled in his blond hair, to the tail pinned to his arse that seemed to have a mind of its own.
“I am a black cat, the most mysterious and magical of animals.”
It was at that point that Blaise had decided to show his face.
“Zabini,” Weasley growled, “what did we do to deserve this honour?”
“I wouldn’t miss your pretty face,” Blaise said, nearly purring, and Weasley’s face turned beet red.
“No costume, Blaise?”  Pansy asked. “Seems you and Potter missed the memo.”
For the first time, Blaise and Potter acknowledged each other, and Draco hated the cunning smile that spread across Blaise’s chiselled features.
“Actually, Harry and I planned this.”
“What?” Draco bit out, unable to catch himself.
Blaise walked forward, snaking a hand around Potter’s neck, and slipping off his tie and replacing it with his own.
“I came as a Gryffindor, he’s a Slytherin.”
Harry—and Draco reasoned with himself, if Blaise could call him Harry, then he bloody well could too— looked stunned for a second, and then a grin split across his face, his green eyes lighting up, highlighted somehow by the tie around his neck.
“I can’t just go and talk to him,” Draco moaned, now, “and he’s all distracted.”
“You could be the one doing the distracting.”
“But he’s flirted with almost every other Slytherin; shouldn’t he come to me?”
“You’re too intimidating over here.”
“I’m not!”
“Just go talk to him, Draco.”
“I can’t, Pans!”
“Sweetie,” Pansy said, cupping Draco’s face, “you’re starting to get tiring.”
She slipped away, leaving Draco to be the fuming wallflower by himself. She slid up next to Granger, surprising her from behind and pulling her onto the dancefloor.
Draco scanned the room, growling when he saw Harry and Blaise talking in the corner. It wasn’t fair, Blaise wasn’t even interested, and he knew how Draco felt.
Suddenly, he caught a flicker of blue and silver, and he watched with wide eyes as Daphne pushed past Blaise, her blond hair done up in a loosely curled bun, and pulled Harry onto the dance floor. Oh, that was just rich. He watched as Harry and Daphne twirled around the dance floor, until suddenly there was Theo, pipe still hanging from his mouth, trench coat thrown open. Daphne curtsied, and Harry bowed, but instead of Theo taking Daphne’s hand, he pulled Harry towards him, dipping him low.
Draco watched with growing anger as the tips of Harry’s ears turned red, and he stalked over to the food, actively avoiding the dance floor.
He took a handful of firewhiskey gummy worms. If he was going to watch Harry get propositioned by every Slytherin, he was going to do it absolutely pissed.
“Drinking away your troubles, too?” Weasley asked, a cup of pumpkin juice gripped firmly in hand, a glower plastered on his face.
Draco followed his gaze to Blaise taking Harry off Theo’s hands. Blaise looked up, eyes skipping off Draco to land on Weasley, his face splitting into a challenging grin. And then Harry looked at what Blaise was looking at, and his eyes were locked on Draco’s, he seemed as if he was going to come over, and then Blaise was spinning him away.
“The nerve of some people,” Weasley said.
“He’s obviously taunting you,” Draco drawled, realizing how hypocritical he sounded. “Why don’t you just talk to him.”
“Because I—” Weasley spluttered, “I can’t just—”
Draco rolled his eyes, biting down on his tongue as he watched Millicent drag Harry out to dance, dwarfing him with her broad shoulders and height.
“Why does every Slytherin want Harry tonight?” Draco fumed, biting down hard on a gummy worm, relishing the bitterness that came with it.
“Maybe you should go talk to him,” Weasley said, enjoying turning Draco’s own words on him.
“Thanks for that, Weasley.”
“How impressive we are,” he said, “standing here like idiots.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Take a shot with me?” He said, handing him some fire-whisky.
So, Draco and Weasley did a shot together, the drink burning their throats, and they stood together darkly, dwelling in their shared jealousy.
“Look at that,” Draco said, and they watched as Thomas and Finnigan stumbled into cobwebs, unable to get out. “Pansy got me to charm them so that you can’t leave until you kiss.”
“Why is everyone so happy,” Weasley moaned, looking away as the kiss deepened, Thomas and Finnigan dropping onto a nearby couch to continue.
“Beats me,” Draco agreed, angrily watching the Weasley girl spinning Luna around, their faces radiating; Pansy standing with her arms around Granger, head leaning on her shoulder; Theo and Longbottom dancing happily, albeit a little awkwardly, and everyone else that wanted to be paired off with everyone else, and it was just so infuriating.
“Hello Ronald,” a sultry voice said, and Draco and Weasley both whipped their heads around to find Blaise standing there, top buttons undone, tie loose.
That was it, Draco thought, as Blaise led Ron away. He had had enough. Potter was nowhere to be seen, and he wasn’t going to just stand here watching everyone be lovey dovey and absolutely deplorable.
He put down his glass, shooing away a bat that was trying to settle in his hair, and stormed out of the room of requirement, his tail twitching angrily. Outside, the candles flickered ominously, the hallways silent. He skirted around the suits of armour, looking out for Filch, Mrs. Norris, or Peeves, and let himself finally take a breath.
He revelled in the quiet, and found himself in the courtyard, the stars twinkling with an extra Halloween specialty. He sat down on a bench, casting a quick warming charm against the cool night air, and allowed the silence to wash over him.
It wasn’t fair that everyone else got to be happy, discovering that when they got over their prejudices, they got along well. Draco had been pining after Harry for years, years, and here Pansy and Granger had only started getting along a few months ago. Certainly, Blaise and Weasley hadn’t been after each other before now. He grumbled to himself, kicking the rocks at his feet, until he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
“Malfoy?” A voice called out, and he cursed inwardly. Of course. He turned around on the bench, his tail flexing with the chill that curled down his spine, nothing to do with the weather.
“What do you want, Potter?” Draco asked harshly, as Harry came round and sat next to him.
“I wondered where you went,” he said, brow furrowing with worry as he shivered.
Draco rolled his eyes, casting a quick warming charm on Harry, too.
“Weren’t you having fun being the complete center of attention?” Draco asked, looking away so Harry didn’t see how serious he was being. “There wasn’t a Slytherin in that room who didn’t flirt with you.”
“Except for you,” he replied, inching closer.
“What?”
“You never flirted with me, you barely talked to me,” he said, a breeze running through the courtyard ruffling his hair, a far-off owl hooting. “Did I do something wrong?”
“I—No, Potter, you are so dense,” Draco spluttered, not sure how to put it into words. “You were the one who never talked to me!”
“I wanted to, but you seemed so angry.”
Draco rolled his eyes.  “You really are an idiot, Potter,” he said, and he leaned forward, looking closely into Harry’s eyes, admiring the different shades of green flecked around his pupils. If there was any night to forget his cowardice, it was this night, with eldritch magic on the wind and ethereal energy permeating the air.
“What are you—” he breathed, realizing what Draco was implying. He swallowed nervously, and Draco felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the delicate skin of Harry’s throat.  
“Can I kiss you, Harry?” he whispered, “because this is what I’ve been wanting all night.”
Harry just nodded dumbly, Draco closing the gap between them and bringing their lips together, running a hand through Harry’s messy black hair, coming to pull on the Slytherin tie around his neck. He tasted like sweetness, a hint of alcohol on his breath, his glasses digging into the bridge of Draco’s nose. He flicked his tongue against Harry’s lips, gently prying them open.  He let Harry explore his mouth nervously, until he bit down on Harry’s lower lip, sucked, shuddered as Harry gasped into his mouth. The kiss deepened, their noses brushing, teeth clicking for a moment, and Draco let a hand snake under Harry’s shirt, gripping the skin he had wanted to feel for so long.
When they finally pulled apart, Harry looked even more of a mess, and Draco’s cat ears were lopsided, his tail stroking up and down Harry’s arm.
“Er—“ Harry started, his lips kiss swollen and attractive, “I mean—Shit, Malfoy.”
“I think maybe we’re past last names.”
“Okay, Draco—But, I—Was that why all the Slytherin’s were dancing with me?” He asked. “To make you jealous so that,” he motioned between them, “this would happen.”
“Actually… That makes a lot of sense,” Draco said, making a mental note to torture Pansy. “I guess we should make,” he mimicked Harry, motioning between them, “this happen.” And he pulled him forward by the tie and kissed him again, making another mental note to make Harry wear Slytherin colours more often.
Draco smiled into the kiss. Apparently, a bit of jealousy could be beneficial, and he thought that everyone being happy and in disgustingly in love probably wasn’t so bad.f anything, it would be nice to feel wanted for a change. Somewhere, candles in pumpkins were blown out, bags of candy dumped out and counted, and the first of November was coming in without fan fair, Halloween stalking back into the shadows. Until next year, Draco thought, and if he could want Harry for six whole years, they could probably last for one. They could wear a couple’s costume next Halloween, something absolutely atrocious, like darkness and light.
Meanwhile, Harry was thinking, through the pleasure that was beginning to flood his body, that having an anniversary with Draco on Halloween wouldn’t be a terrible thing. After all, he had been looking for distractions today, and he had been lucky enough to find the best one. A little black cat he could call his own.
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Mash up of two very amazing requests.
Requested by Anon:  Hello!! I love all of your work so much it makes me so happy and I was wondering if you could make a super fluffy imagine with Loki where you two started off a distant, living in Stark Tower, but grew closer as time went on and you teach him new things every day and today is sleepovers?? Like you got together in your room, watched movies, played games (truth or dare), and (after lots of begging) convinced him to let you braid his hair (but you know he loves it) Thank you so much 💕💕
Hii i was wondering if you could do an imagine where you're with Loki when everyone else is out on a mission or something and you're playing around with the filters on snapchat and it's really fluffy and carefree?? thanks if you can :))) btw I love all your work so much it makes me so happy you don't understand 💕
A/N: Wow thank you so much. These requests are gold. 
Warnings: none just fluff
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The thing about platonic relationships is that they are so fulfilling in the most prude kind of ways. You don’t have to be sexual in any way; just enjoy each other’s presence. Of course, you and Loki’s relationship started off as distant evil stares and snarky remarks.
“What is he even doing here?” 
“It wouldn’t be fun if I wasn’t.”
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Yet you always found yourself alone with the God of Mischief in the tower. You’d stick to watching your shows and he’d be up to God knows what in his room, which he always referred to as his chambers. He was an extremely reserved person; always kept to himself and especially loved his secrets. 
But then one afternoon he caught you watching Vampire Diaries and he couldn’t help but drop some snarky remarks about vampires. He stood in the kitchen with a glass of Chardonnay and just kept yelling things across the room. “Those vampires are way too pretty to be vampires,” he yelled. 
“What would you know?” you yelled back. 
He shrugged, sipping on his drink. “They’re usually really white, almost green, and they have these obnoxiously long fangs and red eyes. They’re gross too. They never wash.” He visibly shivered, which made you giggle. For some awkward reason, since that day, you were like two peas in a pot. 
You guys started off with some shopping sprees to get Loki some very much needed modern clothes. Then Loki decided you needed some good makeup tips, and also a wardrobe change because most of your clothes consisted of sweat pants and grey hoodies. 
After the initial wave of shopping and tea sipping, you guys started listening to shows together. You’d show Loki how to navigate Netflix and how to listen to trailers on YouTube. He’d show you some quick magic tricks and you’d tease him, calling him a warlock. Loki would indulge in binge watching Vampire Diaries and Riverdale, but his favorite show was obviously Vikings. You’d sit beside him and paint your toe nails or play catch with popcorn. 
“These shows are stupid,” he’d say while he pressed the button to start the next episode. 
“Then why do you keep watching it?”
You’d play some stupid board games and cards until the little hours of the morning. Loki would get curious about phones and you’d have to show him what an e-mail was or a text.
Then there would be the times when the team would be out on a mission, leaving just the two of you and the entire tower to yourselves. Loki would take our the rhum and glasses, you’d put on the music. You’d both get hella drunk, giggling and laughing over who fell over first. 
Then you’d play games. The best part. 
“Truth or dare!” you squeaked.
“Lame!” he’d call from the kitchen, while you giggled on the sofa, watching him fill up the glasses again. 
“You’re pathetic and a coward if you don’t play.”
“Fine, but I get to go first!” He was always the one to make the rules, but that didn’t bother you. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Do you find Bucky cute?”
Loki caught the pillow that you threw at him, laughing when he caught the look of anger on your face. “First of all,” you growled, “I like women. Second of all, that would be none of your business.”
“Oh, come on,” he drawled, smirking like a little devil. “Then you like Nat.”
“Wanda.” The look of utter seriousness on your face baffled him. His mouth opened in a little “o” and then he started guffawing, bringing the glasses to the table. 
“I am eternally surprised by you.” 
“My turn,” you said, smiling, clinking your glass with his. “I dare you to let me braid your hair.”
He plopped down on the couch next to you, sighing, sipping on his rhum and coke. A moment of silence passed until he leaned his head into your lap, smiling like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “My weakness is hair play,” he teased, his tone suggestive. You slapped his shoulder, but nonetheless dug your hands into the silky smooth texture of his midnight hair. 
You braided his hair into cornrows along the curve of his skull. He let you braid until he had a dozen little cornrows braided in his dark hair. “Now you look gangsta,” you giggled, taking him by the shoulders to straighten him up. 
He was sleepy, looking goofy and dazed, eyes glazed and a lazy smile on his mouth. 
“Let’s take some pictures,” you suggested, taking your phone out and opening Snapchat. “This is going to be the best story ever.” 
He didn’t say much. He was too drunk and sleepy to say anything but mumble here and there. He let you take selfies with him, changing the filters from goofy, to reindeer, to a crown of hearts. “Oh, that one makes me look gorgeous,” he cooed, posing, puckering his lips like a girl would. 
“Wait, check his one out.” You changed the filter to the googly eyes and Loki yelped, leaning closer. 
“What is that?” He was actually concerned, which made you giggle uncontrollably. 
You switched the filter to the golden crown of butterflies, making Loki gasp and strike another pose. “I look like a diva,” he muttered.
“That’s because you are,” you answered, shoving him with your shoulder. “And this is going on Instagram.” You saved all the pictures you took and posted them on Insta with the caption “Here is a full-tilt diva with me next to him.”
Safe to say you got close to a thousand likes on those pictures. 
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