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Feels Like Forever

Durmstrang! Pietro Maximoff x Hogwarts! reader

Discription: Y/n was not one to have silly things like crushes. However a cute boy in the library is very insistant and who is y/n to flat out say no?

A/n: i cried. while writing this. Here is the Yule ball au i talked about a few weeks ago. Like there were tears spilled. The story was not meant to go that way. This is the best thing ive written to date im so proud of it i didnt even check the word count.

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If the triwizard tournament wasnt enough, now Hogwarts is hosting a ball too.

Splendid.

You werent even in the tournament but it disrupted everything constantly. There were strange students from the visiting schools on the school grounds constantly and the tournament made everyone restelss. The whole school was to attend the tournaments but you found yourself in the back of the stands reading a book.

And now theres a ball.

A perfect excuse for all of the lovebirds to get to show off how mushy gushy their love for each other is while all of the single folk stand awkwardly aside with whatever date they scraped off the bottom of their shoe.

The only place of solitude was the Library and even then, Beuxbaton and Durmstrang students were allowed inside to attend to their estudious needs. They were guests after all and the headmaster would rather be caught dead then caught being a bad host.

Frankly, it made you feel displaced.

You could feel how they looked at you at your desk while they walked by, even in the corner its like they all walked by to put empahsis on the fact that they were there at all.

A few desks away along the wall, a durmstrang student would sit quite occasionally as well. He was usually alone although sometimes he had a friend or two.

When he was alone you couldnt help but steel glances. When he was alone that rigid need to be left alone evaporated in your brain.

He had bleach blonde hair but beneath it you could see dark roots (not that you were looking too hard) and he had some dark scruff on his chin as well. The hair was a shocking contrast to the bright red uniform and the dark brown furs he wore whenever he was around.

He was quite attractive although you’d never be caught dead admitting it. You were notorious for never chasing after someone let alone getting a crush.

It didnt matter anyways, you didnt know him and he didnt know you and at the end of this year he would be gone.

But for now you would admire him from afar.

Well, as of today you would admire him up close.

He is standing by your desk in the corner as you approach. Hes looking you straight in the eye and for the first time, as you draw nearer, you see the color of his eyes.

They were the most gorgeous part about him you could say. They were a sweeping shade of blue and as you looked into them in your mind you were skating on a shimmering frozen lake, balancing above unkown depths. The uniform colors were such a shame in this moment because if you weren’t paying too much attention youd notice the bright clashy red over the blue.

“You’re staring.”

You blushed as you realized you had indeed been staring. He was looking straight at you still.

You tried to recover, “Well I’m-i’m just not used to people here…” You did not recover well, “at this specific desk I mean, not here at this desk.”

The durmstrang boy let out a quiet laugh. “You were a lot calmer all the other times I was here.”

You were completely flushed by now, your face felt hot and your heart was hammering in your chest. You were not known for having crushes.

This boy was about to shatter your reputation.

“Anyways- i’m Y/n” Its rude to not introduce yourself. At least in your mind muddled state you could remember that.

The boys eyes sparkled, “My name is Pietro.”

An awkward silence filled the air only broken by the rapid pounding of your heart.

Pietro stared at you waiting for you to respond, but when you didn’t he cleared his throat a little. “I was wondering, with the Yule Ball so close, if you had a date?”

The pounding of your heart froze. Oh no he was not. You were not gonna be the last minute date scraped off of the bottom of a shoe. Nuh uh. No way.

He let out an uncertain smile, “I just thought it would be a shame letting someone as pretty as you not get asked.”

“You don’t need to pity me.” For the first time during the conversation you looked away from him. You put all of your focus on anything but him. You acted as if staring at ‘important remedies of the 1600’s’ was far more important than the man before you.

“I never did pity you, if you really dont want to go, come anyways. but with me. And if you have zero fun ill let you leave whenever.”

You moved past him towards your desk. “Are you striking a bargain Mr…”

“Maximoff.”

“Mr Maximoff?” You looked back at him and raise an eyebrow.

He nodded, looking at you hopefully, “I wont force you to stay, just please show up.”

You sighed, “Fine.”

A beat passed. You turned to your work and he stayed still.

He didnt move.

“If you want to pull a chair up you can study with me.”

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You and Pietro studied together daily in the weeks leading up the the Yule ball, always at the desk in the corner.

You found yourself enjoying his company more and more. You also found yourself looking forward to the Yule Ball more and more. Not that you’d ever say that.

You found the most gorgeous dress (or suit if you prefer a more masculine look although I think anyone could rock a dress) at hogsmeade a week before the Yule ball and you couldn’t help but hope that Pietro would like it too.

The study sessions got the point where whenever you were going to the library to study you’d seem Pietro out first and offer to let him join.

You’re little ‘falling for him’ thing got so bad that you started hanging out with him outside of the library.

You were in some deep trouble. Because now the idea of ‘whats the point of making friends when theyre just going to leave.’ was hitting you. You couldn’t just fall in love with a boy only for him to leave.

Thats not fair.

None of that would matter tonight though as you got into your dress (or suit) and styled your hair into an elegant style. You couldn’t help but feel giddy inside because this really amazing person asked you to the ball.

Your dormmates teased you for looking excited. Before Peitro had asked you to the ball you had bashed the whole idea. You didn’t care. Tonight was going to be perfect.

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You walked down the hallway where you and Pietro had agreed to meet, he hadnt arrived yet but the ball also hadnt started yet so you were in no rush.

You leaned against the wall as you waited, closing your eyes and realizing that this is the last moment of quiet before the big, crowded, loud ball.

“You look gorgeous.”

You jumped a bit to the side as you whipped your head over to where Pietro leaned against the wall.

You put a hand against your heart feeling how fast it was from that spook. “Jesus christ I didnt realize you were there.”

“Im just naturally sneaky like that.”

You scoffed, “Oh yeah, says the guy who knocked a whole shelf of books down one day in the library.”

Pietro shrugged, “I dont see any bookshelves around here so therefore i must be a ninja.” He offered his arm.

You took his arm and the two of you made your way to the ball. “I wasnt joking though, you look stunning.”

“You’re still wearing that same shade of red.”

“What does that mean?”

“It distracts from your eyes.”

Pietro smiled over at you, “Does that mean you like to stare into my eyes?”

You glanced at him briefly, “of course.”

You two came upon the great hall now a light shade of shimmering blue and you wished you could say it was the most gorgeous shade of blue youve ever seen but in that moment as you stepped into the hall you looked over at Pietro and saw the way it all reflected in his eyes and you knew youd never see a more gorgeous color.

He looked over at you again, “what are you staring at?” He lightly mocked.

“You see? This shade of blue compliments your eyes very well.”

“I can in fact not see that but I will believe your word.”

As the first few people stepped out to dance you failed to notice that you two were among the first three couples to dance.

Maybe you wouldn’t leave so early.

Maybe you didn’t want to leave at all. The night dragged on so slowly but at the same time too fast. On one hand you can barely remember how you and Pietro started dancing but as the two of you swayed in circles it felt like forever.

God, please let it last forever.

You cherished every small detail. You tried to melt every aspect into your brain. The warmth of his hands as he held you, the way he smiled, the lazy sway, the small talk, and the color of his eyes. Your own name dimmed in the importance these things held to you.

Peitro looked down at you warmly. “You’re better at dancing than i expected.”

“Would you rather I be bad?”

He laughed, “Well there is something painfully endearing about a girl who stumbles over my toes. But then i get to teach her how to dance.”

“Teach me anyways.” Anything to make the moment last longer.

And so he did, twirling you out in large movements and changing the pace, showing you different ways to place your feet and even dipping you at some point.

The dip. His face had gotten so close to yours.

You could have closed that distance.

Why didnt you close that distance?

Why were you so stubborn about not wanting to like him?

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“I am waiting for you, you know.” He whispered

days later was you sat at the edge of the forbidden forest, under a large tree.

You scrunched your eyebrows, “Waiting for me to what?”

“To accept that you like me the way I like you.”

You scoffed, “sure, if thats what you wanted to believe.”

Pietro shrugged, “You didnt have to stay at the dance until it ended at two in the morning. You didnt have to dance with me the entire time but you did. And you had a big smile the whole time.”

You opened your mouth in potest but he went on- “It may mean nothing but it meant everything to me.”

You felt your face flush and you looked away.

A teacher approached from over the hill, gesturing for the two of you to come up. You started getting up but Pietro shook his head at you, “They only need me.”

You dont know what made you listen and sit there but you sat and watched as he made his way up the the teacher.

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His eyes were cold.

The maze had gotten him real well.

The maze was deadly, everyone knew that but you hadnt paid much mind to what was happening. You couldnt find Pietro in the crowd so you decided the task wasnt worth your attention.

For someone who spends so much time in the library you were real stupid.

You sat with your nose in a book as those red sparks went up and you sat there still when his cold body was recovered.

All that time with him and you had never realized he was a champion.

The only reason you realized was the audience going up in hysterics.

You looked up and there he was.

Gone.

You saw him but all you could see behind the veil of tears was the ball. The way his eyes shone.

Without listening to the cries of the teachers around you, you stumbled down next to him. You kneeled despite all of the voices telling you to stay back.

His eyes were open. Unblinking. Unseeing.

Your tears fell upon his cheek.

“You’re staring you know.” You muttered mostly to yourself.

For someone who spent so much time in the library you sure were stupid.

Why were you so stubborn about not wanting to like him?

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He dances in your dreams. In your dreams hes warm and hes laughing and hes kind.

In your dreams you close that distance.

In you dreams most nights hes still waiting for you.

You dance slow. You dance slow and you tell him that he doesnt have to wait anymore because you caught up.

In your dreams you are with him forever.

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Reliable Liars Loki x fem!reader (fluff)

Summary: Loki being a simp for Y/N.

[ tw: mentions of blood, fight, suggestive language, cheesy pickup lines from the god of mischief ]

a/n: Tony is like a father figure here btw.

Stark Enterprises found itself under attack yet again. 

It was right in the middle of a meeting, so atleast most of the avengers were present.

“You can’t just throw your knives, you’ll run out of weapons!” Nat yelled, blocking one of the intruders by kicking its chest. 

“IT’S A TUESDAY, I WASN’T PREPARED FOR GIANT ANT-ALIENS!” you shrieked, throwing the last of your daggers at the creature who was closing in on you. It planted itself in one of its eyes, automatically disintegrating its body to dust.

More of them were now circling, obviously sensing your vulnerability. 

But when one opened its mouth, only a scream came out. The insects before you faded away into green dust, and there stood Loki with a smug smile.

“Always have to have a dramatic entrance, don’t you?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

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That's My Girl | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! A lovely anon sent me this request that I absolutely looooooved, and here it is! They asked for a "That's My Wife" moment, hence the John Mulaney gif!

Send me your requests and suggestions! 🥰

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Warm, calloused hands held your face gently, angling it so you could stare upward into Bucky’s deep, oceanic eyes. There was a look desperate worry consuming his expression, and if he could, he’d hold you here forever. “Just promise me you’ll be careful…” he murmured as he let his forehead rest against yours. You gave him a nod and your hands found his chest, lightly running your nails along the tight fabric of his T-shirt.

“I’m always careful, babe…” you whispered with a wink. Your lips found his in an ‘I miss you already’ kind of kiss. A deep sigh left Bucky’s chest deflated and he almost refused to let you go, until Tony’s voice cut through your heartfelt moment.

“Hey, Robocop,” he called in a condescending tone, “you’re not her chaperone. Wheels up in three minutes." Bucky's eyes rolled so far back in his head you thought they might get lost. He pulled you snug against him, taking a deep breath and memorizing the way your body felt against his. "I'll be back before you know it," you promised with one more tight squeeze. Bucky nodded and grabbed your bag, walking you to the jet just so he could get a few extra second with you. He threw you a wave of his metal hand as he watched you board the jet and take off, feeling lost without you.

Bucky hated when you were sent on missions without him. He knew just how violent and bloody things could get, and he always felt a sense of security when he was part of your mission team. He looked out for you, always keeping you in his line of sight just in case something happened. He knew you were more than capable of holding your own, but being there with you made him feel like you were protected. He'd look out for you before ever thinking of taking caution for himself, knowing full well that he would die for you if need be.

When you were on a mission without him, it was as if he couldn't breathe until you returned home. His mood was low and his anxiety high until you walked through the door unharmed.

According to Vision's calculations, this mission was only supposed to last about 27 hours-so Bucky began the countdown. He tried to focus on anything but your absence, and found himself sharpening his knives, maintaining his arm, familiarizing himself with new tech, and beating the shit out of every punching bag in the gym. At some point around the six-hour mark, he couldn't fight sleep any longer. He drifted in and out of a restless slumber, plagued by dreams of you never returning to him.

The buzzing of his phone woke Bucky from his stress dreams, answering it after the first ring and hoping it was you.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Barnes..." Nat murmured into the phone.

"Nat, what's the update?" Bucky asked eagerly as he threw the covers off his legs and stood, too full of nervous energy to remain seated.

"We're back- she's in the med bay..." Nat told him, cringing as she let the words fall from her lips.

Bucky's worst fears consumed him all at once and he felt the cold, familiar claws of grief sinking deep into his chest. Shaky legs carried him as quickly as possible down the many flights of stairs to the med bay, his anxiety making him too impatient to wait for the elevator.

"Woah, woah, Barnes. You can't go in there-" Tony shouted as he witnessed Bucky heading toward the treatment area. Tony's voice plucked an unshakable rage from Bucky's brain and put it on full display. With heavy steps, Bucky stalked across the room toward Tony, staring daggers at him the whole time.

"I told you you should've sent me with her. Why didn't you send me with her?" Bucky spat, shaking Tony's sarcastic resolved just a bit. "You're not in charge here, Manchurian Candidate. I am," Tony retorted, eying Bucky with disdain.

Bucky didn't have time for Tony's antics when you were injured- especially when he didn't know how severely. He turned on his heel and sped back toward the treatment area, ripping open the door in search of you. He was met with Sam and Nat, both looking worse for wear after the mission. "Buck, hey-" Sam began, before Bucky cut him off.

"Where is she?" he asked desperately, a mix of fear and anger dripping from his words. His eyes scanned the room, but came up empty, making knots form in his stomach. Without thinking, he sped toward the trauma area. A hand gripped his harm and pulled him backward, halting his quest for you. "You can't go back there, Buck," Sam told him. Bucky turned to see Tony joining Nat and Sam, "yeah, what he said," Tony quipped.

Bucky sighed a large huff and turned back in the direction of the trauma unit, desperate to get to you despite their words. Now, both of Sam's hands were on him, sending anguish coursing through his veins.

"Buck, stop-"

"That's my girl in there!" Bucky shouted, scaring Sam's hands off of him. He strode quickly away from the group, eliciting a dramatic groan from Tony.

Searching room after room, Bucky finally opened the door with you behind it. Dr. Cho stood behind you, stitching up a stab wound you'd taken to the shoulder. The sudden influx of breath at the sight of Bucky drew a sharp sting from your wound, making your teeth grit together.

"Baby..." Bucky muttered, quickly making his way across the room and taking your hands in his. "Fuck...I was so scared- I thought you were dead".

You stared at him incredulously, "What? Why?" you asked, hissing as the sting of the needle sewed up your wound.

"All they said was you were in med bay...no one would tell me why-they wouldn't let me back here..." Bucky told you, hating how broken he sounded. You squeezed his hands tight, wishing you could lean into his body but being limited by the stitches being administered to your wound.

"I'm gonna be just fine, Buck. Just took a knife to the shoulder-nothing out of the ordinary for us," you told him with a wink, hoping to assuage his anxiety a bit. He nodded and leaned forward, pressing his forehand against yours. He remained there until Dr. Cho was finished closing your knife wound, and swept you up into his arms when she finally said it was okay.

He was silent as he carried you all the way back to your shared bedroom. He knew deep down that if he tried to speak-to tell you everything he'd felt when he thought he'd lost you- he'd breakdown.

Finally back in your bedroom, he sat down on the bed with you still wrapped tightly against his body. You wriggled around until you faced him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stole the breath from your lungs with the deepest kiss you'd ever experienced, rendering you utterly speechless. The desperate want-the need-he felt for you had him in a stranglehold, locking his arms in place around you with no intention of letting go.

"I'm so glad you're okay...I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," was all he could manage to say. You nodded and pressed another light kiss to his lips, whispering an "I know, I know" as tears began to spill down his cheeks.

"I'm right here. I'm okay," you reassured him as you wiped the tears from his skin. He nodded, wrapping his arms around you even tighter. "I know you probably wanna take a shower and everything, but...can I-can I just hold you a bit longer?" he asked quietly, shattering your heart into a million pieces.

Your arms locked around him in a snug embrace, answering his question. A deep sigh fell from his lips as the visceral fear he'd felt all day began to subside and you felt his tight muscles go slack under your touch.

"Babe," you whispered, "You can hold me forever."

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breaking point.

a neville longbottom x reader wherein neville finally reaches his breaking point when it comes to you

WARNING: nsfw, 18+ (really, don’t read if you’re not.),dirty talk, light choking, oral (female receiving), semi-public, slight praise kink, unprotected sex and just plain nasty nasty lmao

A/N: look, okay, i have discussed this headcanon with @minty-malfoy​ and @slytherinsunrise​ about how neville is actually a dom underneath his soft and fluffy exterior and i just really wanted to write this akdjaksjf i love vanilla neville but honestly this hc is the death of me.

DO NOT READ UNDER THE CUT IF YOU ARE BELOW 18.

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There are certain moments in time wherein people make promises to themselves about keeping things hidden from the eyes of the public, that no matter what would happen, they would carry this burden ‘til they’re in the grave.

However, with you acting like this, Neville is finding it hard to keep himself in place.

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Frustrations

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: When making Amorentia in Potions, you and Fred Weasley - who you can’t stand - come to a horrifying realization of who your potions smell like.

A/N: I know this isn’t really how Amortenia works but just bare with me, I liked the idea.

Link to Part 2!

“Today, we’ll be making Amortentia.”

“Ooh,” you say, under your breath, shifting in your chair. You’d heard of Amortenia, so you are excited to see what yours will smell like.

“I swear, you’re the only person in this world to get excited over Potions,” your best friend, Cedric, whispers in return, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m not the only one,” you retort, “don’t forget about Snape.”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Diggory.” 

You look up at the sound of your name, cringing inwardly at Snape’s harsh gaze on you. Normally, your professor didn’t have a problem with you. You could say he liked you, even, considering you were normally the only one in the class to answer his questions.

“Miss Y/L/N. What is Amortentia?”

After rattling off a perfect definition, you hear snickers behind you, which without a doubt in your mind, comes from the Weasley twins. The two boys had always infuriated you with their pranks and their never taking anything seriously. Plus, they always went after you with Bludgers whenever your house played them in Quidditch. You knew they only did things to annoy you because they got a kick out of seeing you get so riled up, but you still fell for it every time.

Snape looks at you once last time before turning away. “Good. But enough with the chitchat in my classroom.”

“Yessir,” you respond, quietly.

Finally, Snape lets you begin. You carefully read through the steps, making sure you measure everything perfectly. Cedric watches you, grinning and shaking his head.

“You really are set on making everything perfectly, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Cedric,” you reply, not taking your eyes off of the substance in the cauldron in front of you, “I really am.”

“Oi, Y/L/N,” one of the Weasleys calls from behind you.

You sigh and turn around, raising an eyebrow as you meet the eyes of Fred Weasley. Fred was most certainly the more annoying of the two, in your opinion.

“What do you want, Weasley?”

“No need to be so harsh. I’m just asking what you think yours will smell like, that’s all.” You can’t help but notice the smirk that plays on Fred’s lips.

You narrow your eyes at him before turning back around. “I hate to break your heart, Weasley, but not you. Not in a million years.”

You risk a glance over your shoulder, just to receive a wink from Fred. “We’ll see about that, darling.”

You turn back around, huffing as you do so, before either of the Weasleys can see the blush spreading on your cheeks. You will it to go away before someone else sees either and gets the wrong idea.

Snape comes over to your table, peering into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you tell the class what yours smells like, Miss Y/L/N, since you’ve finished already?” he drawls, looking at you expectantly.

You lean over your cauldron, inhaling deeply as you try to place the scents that are wafting towards you.

“Mm,” you hum, naming the scents you recognize: “Smoke, like from a firework. And… sweets?” You sit back in your seat, now flushing deeply at the fact that your entire class now knows what you’re attracted to. “I-I think,” you add.

You hear the familiar chuckle behind you, and Snape’s head snaps towards the sound.

“Mr. Weasley,” Snape says sternly, “if you think it’s so funny, and considering yours looks like a disaster, why don’t you come smell Miss Y/L/N’s and tell the class what it smells like to you?”

Fred comes up behind you, so you scoot your chair over slightly so he can smell your Amortentia. You watch as he leans over, his hair falling over his face, and you get a whiff of the smokey scent again. You must be sitting too close to the potion still.

He inhales deeply, a confused look twisting his expression, and sniffs it again.

“Well?” Snape asks, impatiently.

Fred straightens up and shrugs. “Y/L/N is sitting too close to me. All I could smell is her perfume.”

The corner of Snape’s mouth quirks up in amusement as he looks between the two of you.

“That’s all I needed to know. Take a seat, Mr. Weasley,” he says, before turning away and walking to the other side of the room.

You look up at Fred, horror sinking in as you realize what Snape meant. You watch your feelings reflected on Fred’s face and the realization sets in for him, too, and he quickly turns away to head back to his seat.

You risk a look over at Cedric, who’s stifling a laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” you hiss at him, blushing again. Fred Weasley, attracted to you? He couldn’t be. All he did was tease you. And plus, there was no way you were attracted to him in return. I mean, what you smelled…

You start thinking about it, and it all makes sense, but in a terrible way. No, no, there had to be someone else who could be associated with those smells. Right?

Class ends, and you’re still deep in your thoughts as you gather your books. You have a free period next, so you’re probably just going to go hang out with Cedric at the library, like the two of you normally do. But as you’re leaving the classroom, your head lowered, you feel a hand on your back.

You look up in surprise, only to be face to face with Fred Weasley himself.

“What?”

He sighs at you. “Can I just talk to you? Without you hating my guts for five minutes?”

You blanch, guilt settling in at your harsh reaction, so you merely nod and let Fred lead the way down the halls, until you finally find an empty corridor. You both stop, standing somewhat defensively, in the middle of the hallway.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Fred begins, “or, actually, ever find out, but here we are.”

The boy standing in front of you isn’t the annoying, constantly teasing and joking boy you’ve known for years, and it shocks you. He looks at you sheepishly, waiting for your response. But, honestly, you’re speechless. You’d spent so much time over the years simply looking at the things that irritated you about Fred that you never looked at the good things. For example, you had to admit that he was very good at Quidditch, despite the many times he nearly sent you to the Hospital Wing. And looking up at him now, you can’t help notice that he is quite good looking. You’ve never been into gingers, but…

“Find out that you fancy me, you mean?” you ask, cocking your head.

When Fred doesn’t answer right away, you continue: “Why?”

He shrugs, his gaze locked on you, and you see the corner of his mouth beginning to twitch. You knew he couldn’t be serious for long. Oh, no, maybe this is all a joke. Maybe he didn’t actually smell your perfume, and maybe he just said that to mess with you, and-

“Oh, Merlin,” you say, breathily, cutting Fred off before he can even begin to answer your question. You’re so stupid, of course it was a joke. After all, it’s Fred Weasley you’re talking about. And to think, you were actually considering your feelings for him.

“This is all a joke, isn’t it?” you scoff, backing up. You watch as Fred’s face contorts, several different expressions passing over it in a matter of seconds. He steps towards you.

“No, Y/N-“ You can’t help but notice, through your embarrassment and anger, that this is the first time he’s called you by your first name.

“Y/N,” he continues, “it’s not, I-“

You step back once more, fuming, your back hitting the wall of the corridor.

“And how am I supposed to believe that, Fred, when that’s all everything is to you? Right? Oh, except for Quidditch, when you’re trying to kill me!”

Fred’s hand, palm splayed, lands on the brick wall next to your head, making you flinch. He leans close, frustration, heat, and that smokey smell radiating off of him. You look up at him, your heart pounding out of your chest and your breath catching in your throat.

“Y/N,” he repeats, his voice low and husky.

“What, Fred?” you respond when he doesn’t continue, your voice sounding shaky and far-away.

“If you’d just let me talk,” he says, slowly and quietly, making your stomach flip, “instead of being the know-it-all that you are all the bloody time-”

“Then what?” you cut him off, but you just can’t help it, not with all the feelings boiling inside of you. You’re angry and hurt and irritated and just a little turned on and- “Then you could laugh at me and tell me you lied about the Amorentia just to see how I’d react because mine smelled like you and you wanted to humiliate me?”

“Do you ever just stop talking?”

“Listen, you git-”

You’re cut off by Fred’s lips on yours. You fall into the kiss for just a second, taking in the softness of his lips, his smell, his body closing in on yours, and oh, Merlin, the passion and anger behind it, but once you process what’s going on, you put your hands on his chest and push him back, but not too far.

“Fred,” you say, at a loss for words between heavy breaths, because bloody hell, he’s a good kisser.

“Are you going to let me talk now?” he says, stepping back from you, much to your dismay. His eyes are dark, and as you watch him look you up and down briefly, you know it’s over for you. You have to give in. He’s just too damn addicting.

“No, I’m not.” you say, “Kiss me.”

That dastardly smirk appears on his lips as he steps back towards you, closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours again. Next thing you know, his hands are gripping behind your thighs and he’s lifting you, pressing your back against the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist and grab two fistfuls of his hair. The two of you meet each other’s hungry and ferocity, but it’s constantly increasing, as if you just want to one-up each other about who wants the other more. He bites your lip, hard, and you gasp, both from the pain and the pleasure.

“I knew it!”

Fred practically drops you as you both process the voice coming from down the corridor. You scramble to your feet, adjusting your skirt and hair as nonchalantly as possible, turning towards the source.

George Weasley and Cedric stand, staring at you and Fred with amusement. Well, George looks amused, while Cedric looks mostly concerned. You know you’ll have a lot of explaining to do later.

“I- we- it wasn’t-”

Fred picks up his books and begins walking down the hall towards his twin. But not before he turns around and gives you yet another once-over, winking at you with that smirk.

“See you next period, Y/L/N.”

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32 from trope list with george weasley x reader pls 💕

32.  A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss.

George is leaning in close to you, face inches from yours as you frown over at Ron and Hermione. His arm is looped around your waist as you lean back into the couch, the two of you enjoying the peace until the pair came barreling in. 

“I swear, Ronald, you’re the most insufferable person alive!” Hermione all but shouts, her hands in her hair and cheeks blazing red. Ron just sputters, eyes widening with every passing second. Hermione huffs angrily, shoving him once before taking off to her room.

Ron looks clueless, his eyes wide and mouth gaping as she storms past him. He doesn’t follow her, blinking a few times as if he truly can’t fathom what’s happening. “She’s a bloody menace!” He all but grumbles, eyes locking with George’s when he realizes you two are the only ones left. 

George would have agreed normally, never really understanding women and how they reacted. You, though, had made things different for him. He could see the tension and the hurt in Hermione’s frame, could see the desperation in her eyes and he knew somehow Ron was just being an idiot. 

“Go talk to her, mate,” he says quietly, earning a soft look from you. “Don’t let her go to bed mad.”

Ron grumbles a bit, a look of disbelief settling on his face as he shuffles away. You don’t catch any of his words, turning to give George a loving look. You don’t need to say it — don’t need to thank him for being a gentleman. He smiles softly, fingers curling under your jaw gently as leans in to press a loving kiss to your lips. 

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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Enraged Alpha

If there was thing hydra had got wrong, it was thinking Steve would give into their demands, oh sure he pretended too, but you knew, you knew him to well by now, he had plucked you out of your run down sad life and choose you as his mate and now these fools thought they could what?

Demand Steve comply with them?

Fools, the lot of them.

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Of course, those are really your last fleeting thoughts on the matter, soon enough they drag you to the chair….bucky’s old chair no doubt and then all you know is blinding pain.

You have fleeting thoughts of how much your arms hurt…all the track marks telling how much they have injected you with….whatever they have used on you. You didn’t know the human body could hurt so much, the smells of the others in the room, mostly beta’s but a few alpha’s makes you wanna be sick, but then your screaming again from the blinding pain in your head.

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Your head is limp as a rag doll, as someone speaks to you, but your ears ring too much. Your nose….your bond knows it’s Steve, but the thought is so drowned under all the pain, your brain feels like it’s full of cotton, painful cotton.

If you could see the state of you, you would be alarmed, but as it is, Steve has you in his arms, holding you close to his chest bridal style as he gets you out of that awful room.

Oh but when he near the exit, there’s a few men left and he’s itching to kill them. He hands you off to Bucky, the brunette looking at him and just knowing without words, he nods and takes you gently from him as Steve turns and glares at the goons.

He charges them full force, surprising them a bit and it’s all he needs, he tears them limb from limb, he makes sure they feel the pain of it all before they die, he makes them suffer, his shield covered in blood but doing such good work, tearing off limbs, here, there, everywhere.

By the time he’s done, he feels a bit feral, but once Bucky pats his back gently and then places you in his arms again he feels…calmer….more stable. His eyes go from all black to blue again and he looks down into your sleeping face and just….he kisses your forehead, the blood on his face marking your skin a bit.

He’ll clean you up soon enough.

“Come on, lets go.” He whispers gruffly.

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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Enraged Omega

Steve struggles in the restraints, unbreakable, that’s a rare thing, but possible, this is hydra after all. He’s strapped to the wall, ankles, and wrist. He hates fucking traps.

What he hates, even more, is you getting pulled into it because of him, there you stand, off to the side of him in the smallish room now full of hydra goons, you are outnumbered and unlike Steve, you don’t have amazing serum to help you out. You are just an omega agent.

They didn’t gag him, which was nice, meant he could keep throwing out insults and threats, he was ignored though, the top hydra goon laughing at you, and it makes you glare even more, but the fucking fool makes the deadly mistake of threatening Steve and now your scent turns so angry and sour, it’s like tires on fire.

You bare your teeth and still they laugh at you and Steve, well, “You guys really shouldn’t have done that.” He mumbles, he’s seen you go to bat for him, something he always finds cute and sexy, even if it also drives him crazy with worry, but now, oh they don’t know what they have done.

Steve is kind of curious to see what happens.

The goons look to him a bit confused, because they just don’t get it..

With a scream, you go on the attack surprising them, which is all you needed really. People always underestimate you. Fucking alpha assholes.

You’re nearly feral with the way you go on the attack, when these mother fuckers dared to say what they would do to Steve, how they would hurt him, kill him, you had simply….lost it.

She charges the first two men, swings around one, wraps her hands around his neck and snaps it, she ducks down affoiding the other one before she kicks up into his balls and kicks with enough force to bring him down, then she snaps his neck with a growl.

The six remaining men charge her at once and it’s then she loses herself in the fight, feral in her fighting, her brain just…shuts off. She gets the knife of one away from them and stabs him in the throat, she swoops down and slams her elbow into the gut of another, before slamming her head up into his nose, killing him.

Four remain as she gets away from their attacks by dodging and weaving away like a rabbit. She kicks out to one of their knees, breaking it before hitting him in the chest with her palm hard enough to make his heart stop beating.

Another guy goes to grab her from behind and she grabs his arm and breaks his wrist before swinging him around, taking his gun from his holster and shooting him in the head.

The other two come at her with knives and she disarms them and uses it on them right in their hearts repeatedly until they fall to the ground.

You are a bit out of it….standing there covered in blood spatters here and there….and your growling at an empty room.

When you stalk over to Steve, his eyes are wide and lust blown to high heaven, his scent like NOTHING you have smelled before and as soon as he’s free you are both fucking right there on the floor, dead bodies around you, blood, gore, doesn’t matter.

All that matters is he’s alive, your alive and anyone that threatens him won’t live long, “Fucking hell omega, fucking hottest thing I have ever seen, you are a goddess, my little killer.” He growls as he fucks into you brutally as you give his neck bite marks to last at least an hour.

His scent has never been so smug and you purr loudly at the praise.

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Size Doesn’t Matter Alpha

You had rushed to med bay, all you had heard was the words Steve’s hurt from Sam’s lips and off you ran, now you stand in med bay staring at….your huge tall alpha mate….skinny and smaller, but oh he’s still your sweetheart and you rush to him as he stands in a hospital gown clearly over all the test already if his face was anything to go by.

You hug him tightly from behind and just hang on, “Alpha.” You purr.

He melts against you before turning around and holding you tightly back, “My omega-mine.”

You scent each other and you relax in his hold, he was the same height as you now and just as skinny but…he was still your love no matter what, “Hi alpha-mine.”

His little unsure smile turns more relaxed as he holds you, seeing you don’t give a flying fuck over his changed body, “You still want me huh?” He partly teases and you playfully punch his shoulder, “I’ll always want you Steve, big or small, I told you this and it still stands now.”

His scent is so pleased by your words, he just rumbles all pleased like a cat and runs his lips over your neck, over your years old mating mark,”I can reach you a bit better like this.” He whispers.

It was true, normally your poor Stevie had to really lean down to scent you, unless you were in bed together, now he didn’t have to at all, “Are you ok love?”

He smiles more at your pet name, “I am sweetheart, I’ll be good as new in a few weeks.”

“As long as you’re ok.” You mumble.

He kisses you, not giving a dam who see’s.

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“I might be small, but i’m still an alpha who can kick your ass.” You hear Steve growl one day in the gym and when you enter to see what’s going on in your own workout gear on, you see, one of the new asshole recruits giving Steve a hard time.

Oh as his omega you want to rush over and protect Steve just as he always wanted to protect you as your alpha but….now you wonder if you should let him do this, maybe he needed it and you knew he could still kick their asses.

You sit back and watch as Steve does just that, while small, he still had everything else, meaning his strength was top notch and he lays out the moron easy as pie. You cheer for him and he looks to you in surprise before his scent turns smug and happy.

He makes love to you that night like a man possessed and you love it, while used to his much bigger 6′4 size, this 5′7 size was proving to be nice as well, you got to ride him more, and he was a bit more nimble when he wanted to 69 you.

You would love him no matter what, come hell or high water, he was your love.

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Stuck On You

Bruce Banner x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “for the song event lemme try Stuck on You by Lionel Richie with Bruce Banner? no pressure, and thanks!”//Stuck On You - Lionel Richie

Bruce had always harbored a little crush on you since the day he met you, a fellow gamma scientist. I mean, you were perfect to him. But Bruce, he had too many problems to share with a potential partner, so he pushed his feelings down as far as they’d go and continued to refer to you as nothing more than his colleague.

You on the other hand? You knew Bruce had a crush on you, you liked him just as much, buy you understood that he needed some time to himself before he got into anything serious. He can thank the Hulk for that. Never stopped you from flirting, though.

“Dr. Banner, could you pick up that pencil real quick?” You asked him in the middle of your own work.

“Yeah, no problem.” He plucked the pencil off of the counter and you continued.

“Now put it behind your ear.” You innocently instructed with a smile and watching him hesitate to do so, then slowly slide it over the top of his ear. “Looking good, Doctor.” You winked and took a break from slacking, typing up your research and whatnot as Bruce blushed at the compliment.

Bruce and you still didn’t start anything up for a long time, and he was usually oblivious to your flirting, anyways. But it wasn’t until the two of you were recruited by SHIELD that something changed. Some sweet remarks were overheard by Tony Stark himself and Mr. Stark doesn’t mind his business.

“Aw, that’s so cute! When’s the wedding?” He sarcastically asked while propping his head up on the counter. “You two are together, aren’t you?”

“We are not.” Bruce replied while working on his assignment to track the Tesseract.

“What?! It’s so obvious you two like each other, what’s taking you so long? Oh, is it...” Tony sucked his teeth, “it’s the Hulk, isn’t it? He doesn’t like y/n as much as you do?” You were trying so hard not to laugh as Bruce ignored every single one of Tony’s questions. “Y/N, what’s the deal here? Is there something I should know?”

“Well, Mr. Stark, I don’t think there’s anything you should know about us,” you began, earning an audible chuckle from Bruce, “but in all honesty, I’ve just been waiting for Dr. Banner to work up the courage to ask me out.”

“Oh, really? Interesting!” Tony switched his gaze between the both of you, crossing his arms while he evaluated the situation. “How long has he been working up said courage?”

“Eh, seven years, give or take.” You teased and watched Bruce shake his head at the two of you. It was entertaining, for sure.

“Good lord!” Tony gasped with a hand over his mouth, what a drama queen. “I don’t think I can be in the same room as either of you. It may drain all of the confidence from my body.” And just like that, Tony left the lab and you immediately cracked up with Bruce.

“Waiting, huh?” Bruce tapped against the counter and watched you nod with a stunning little smirk. “Well, thanks. Maybe I’ll work up the courage to ask you to dinner sometime soon.”

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Royal Prisons

Summary: Bruce stands tall as he looks down upon the woman whom he’d once played in the forest surrounding his castle.

Royal AU

Giggling as he hid around the cover of a tree trunk, Bruce slid against the tree and sat on the ground. His royal clothing was filthy and he knew his parents would be absolutely livid after they realized he had run away into the forest away from the festival that had been thrown in his honor; it was the day of his birthday. But he didn’t care at that moment. He’d made friends with a lovely young girl his own age— something he hadn’t quite been around his whole life, being an only child from the royal family. 

He’d suggested playing in the forest surrounding the kingdom, something the king and queen never allowed him to do; there was a high image to uphold, regardless of how young he was. He was a growing young boy and had an example to set for the people surrounding the kingdom. 

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ive always had such an obsession with bruce’s voice?? like he sounds so shy and i literally just stay up a night thinking about how he would sound begging and wimpering jfc the things this man does to me

hold on i’m thinking x

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The sound of your phone buzzing against your nightstand was enough to startle you awake. The faint moonglow peaking through your curtains had you squinting as you reached for the device.

Seeing Bruce’s name across the screen, matched with the time of 3.32am, that had your heart in your mouth.

“Bruce,” Sleep overtook your voice with a gravelly tone. “Is everything okay?”

He was quiet for a moment, maybe a shuffle in the background, but nothing to raise alarm or to say anything really. You heard it soon enough, however.

“I-god, I need you.”

Swallowing harshly, you set your heart back to its rightful place, replacing it with a searing heat that ran the length of you.

Another shuffle, it was a bed sheet, mixed in with a slick sound through the receiver of the phone. Your brain lit up with the exact knowledge of what the doctor was doing.

“What are you doing, Bruce?”

A whimper, the grown man let out the most pathetic whimper that caressed your ear and sent flutters straight between your thighs. This man whimpers when he wants it most.

“I’m stroking my cock and thinking about you.”

You hummed, hand running gently along your stomach as you left lightening touches along the way. Toes involuntarily curling, you could only imagine what he looked like.

“Thinking about what?”

A whine this time, strung out and just as pathetic as another slicked sound of his hand in his pants filled your senses. Grown man calls you up at three in the morning to jerk off? Perverted, you love it.

“The day you let me lay between your legs for hours- fuck,” His voice shook as he choked his cock. “Coming on my tongue and how sweet you taste.”

Slipping your fingers under your waistband you giggled quietly, sighing at the sound of him. He gets himself so worked up, he can’t sleep, he has to call you for a little relief.

“What would our friends think, Bruce?” You questioned, fingers slipping a bit lower to offer some relief. “If they knew how desperate you get for me?”

His chest opened up with a disastrous moan, filling up his room and feeding right back into the receiver. It burned hot in the pit of your stomach, pushing your back off the mattress.

“That’s right, I forgot you’d like that.” Humming down the phone, you listened to the way your words spurred him on.

“Baby-“ He choked out, another prominent sound of his hand around his shaft.

“Mmm?”

“Please let me listen to you come.”

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Hi can you do a Bruce Banner x Reader fic where the kink is the reader getting tied up ? For the 250 word marathon you’re doing :)) that would be amazing.

bruce banner x f!reader | bondage

ugh where can I order a bruce to keep me warm with cuddles and kisses and ... and dorky shit. literally love my best science boy

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"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Just like that, Bruce Banner engaged his perfect self-control yet again. As a scientist, he had to be precise and meticulous. Sometimes, lives depended on it - quite literally. Sometimes, his girlfriend's pleasure, which wasn't any less meaningful, really.

The beast inside of him rumbled quietly, expressing their shared contentment at the state of his lover's body. Spread and open for him, skin gleaming with sweat and her previous release. The neon green rope around her wrists and ankles as a devious ploy to appease his darkest parts; it worked, splendidly, every time.

Bruce's skin tinged green as his fingers brushed the spot where she was most sensitive; for once, he didn't mind it. Welcomed it even, because deep inside, both of them knew there was no other to accept them and love them like that. And both of them intended to repay the kindness in full.

"Baby?" His voice was coarse, on the way between beast and man. His other hand reached for the thick band of ropes that wrapped around his lover's neck, giving it a gentle but insistent tug.

"Yeah, yeah, more, please," Every time she became complacent and docile, both of them rejoiced. Submission meant acceptance.

His fingers tinted greener, becoming thick, pulsating steadily to the rhythm of his heart. The beast lurked on the surface, curious and hungry and he lost track of who was who. His world was tinted green, the same green as the fabric on his lover's body.

Both of them pleased.

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Y/N: Nothing in life is free

Tony: Life is free

Bruce: Knowledge is free

Natasha: Adventure is free

Pietro: Everything is free if you run fast enough

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Bad Dreams (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is always there to comfort you after a bad dream

A/N: Yes, this has the exact same plot as a Loki fic I’ve written. No, I do not care.

Warnings: Nightmares, very brief mention of death, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 420 (nice)

Gender Neutral Reader

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We Love Clingy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: A prompt sent into @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ by @buckobucho​. It was so cute and fun to write. Each section is a different moment Bucky has been clinged to. Enjoy!

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Warnings: fluffy fluff, some emotion, Bucky being the perfect cuddle bug (and gives the best hugs)

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭?

“I was thinking in watching an horror movie with Pietro,i feel like It could be his kind of movie so,the shy girl of the other request ;) and him are watching an horror movie,but she is not scared so he gets flursted ?”

thanks for the request @pilindielofgondor again (ˇᵋ ˇෆ and sorry for the lateness (you can ask for requests here) 

plot: pietro wants to say to you something important –but girl, you mess up his plans awe

since it’s halloween night, it’s kind of a tradition at you that you two watch horror movies

whilst pietro likes the retro slasher horrors, you’re comforted with each kind

and that’s what he doesn’t knows

pietro planned out your date as a plan: step 1: the two of you sit down to watch a new movie

step 2: you’re frightened because if the sight, he pretends like he doesn’t care about it

step 3: you snuggle to his hoodie, laying your head on his chest while turning your back to the tv

step 4: he asks why you’re doing this, then you admit you’re scared

step 5: he strokes your soft hair, whispering a little ‘i love you’, and maybe, maybe— you say it back

in his mind, all he wishes from the night is that three-worded sentence —to him, you’re his first serious girlfriend, and he don’t want to fuck up with being late, being not good enough for you

and about the timing, who wants to wait til valentine duhuh

so when the two of you sit down, he looks around

snacks? check. two liters from your favourite drink? check. blanket if you get tired or too panicky that you need to warm up with him? ultra-extra check, babe.

pietro just waits, the movie begins

after the first half of the movie, you don’t do anything that makes him think you need protection –okay, the rest gonna be bloody enough, he hopes

“are you scared, babe?” god, you’re so quiet sometimes with the others, how can you be not afraid from this?

or… no, you’re not a serial killer. sure, yeah, PLEASE?

“no, why, sweetheart?” you ask back, and he just wishes that his brain is as fast as his body

“nothing” he hums, but you notice the slight lifting of his brows –like you when you’re annoyed by your period, so is he having period too? 

god i’m being silly again sorry

“are you planning something?” you nudge him, leaning your head on his shoulder, his curly hairs tickling your temple, while you sneak your hand into his

pietro exhales, turning to you, running one of his hand through your hair, patting it a little bit. he looks down for a minute, but you tilt his head up, his jawline slims into your fingers to tenderly

at first he wants to lie to you, but then he immediately thinks that you don’t deserve lies –you deserve love, especially from him

“i just… fuck, you gonna think that i’m too sentimental and girly, but…” he babbles, running his fingers through his locks, whilst you look up at him with the most admirable eyes “…i wanted to say to you that i love you, after you get comforted by me, and maybe… you say it back, but it’s okay if you’re not, just–” 

he can’t end the sentence because of your forefinger, that makes him quiet –”that was the most utterly lovely things that everybody ever said to me, pie.” you whisper, nuzzling your cheek to his, brushing the soft skin behind his ear

“really? i mean, i wanted to admit it since weeks.. or months. time pass by fast when i’m with you, because… i love you.” he says it once again, now directly clear

you smile softly, tukcing some marshmallow into your mouth, changing for another movie with the remote

a little bit muffled voice –from the emotions but the sweets too– you tuck your head under his chin when you sit back, rubbing his knee with caring moves

“pietro?” 

“yeah, sweethcheeks?” 

“i love you too.”

happy post-halloween to everbody ♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ♪)