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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years ago

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Friendship, Love, Courage

MY FIRST EVER COLLAB!! HOSTED BY THE WONDERFUL @danishmiilk

Characters: Renjun x reader, NoMin!

Fluff romance

Warning : mentions of “stealing”, quite a broken trust but its ending nicely

TW : Stress (?)

HERE WE GO!! I worked so hard on this (even had 2 other friends checked on this and they approved this thanks to both of you #they’re_not_in_tumblr

word count : 12 pages idk how much but come on finish it for me 🥺🥺🥺 thanks

tagging @yutahoes @neopalette @full-hd-sun @swagmonsterofficial @nini-eexxo @hen-marks99 At this point I'm just tagging my moots coz this was my first attempt of collab and i deadass worked so hard on this... it better be read by someone even if they don't like it but they read it 🤭💖 @superm-net @multifandomnet @trashlord-007 @ahsshilee-me @charmingyong

You smile shyly when the cute prefect in blue robe tosses a small smile to you when you pass by him on the moving stairs. He continues his tour of guiding the new wizards and witches into the magical castle, telling them stories, showing them the common room, and helping them adjust to the new living area.

You gasp when you feel a slap on your shoulder, quickly you turn your head to face the now annoyed friend standing beside you.

“Really (y/n)? You’re once again frozen in place when that honey boy you adore walks by.” Jaemin, in his green robe, slicks his blonde hair away while throwing some flirty smile to the younger girls passing by the two of you. They chuckle and blush at his action, unaware of the fact that Na Jaemin already has his eyes on someone.

You glare at him, quickly covering his mouth before catching attention of the living paintings hung on the walls. No, not even the paintings should know about your feelings to that cute Ravenclaw prefect.

“Shut that big mouth of yours please. Don’t you know the walls have ears here?!” you dust off your red robe and continue walking to the dining hall. Shaking aside the cute smile of Huang Renjun away from your head. You’ve met Renjun from the first day of school, he was pure blood with the Hatstall incident at his sorting ceremony. The sorting hat spent a good five minutes pondering if he should be in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Alas the house of the witty won the cute half-blood. As much as you wish to get sorted into the same house as his (mainly because he is cute), once the hat is on, it sorted you to the house of the brave. You’re still happy though to be one of the brilliant half-bloods in the Gryffindor house.

Renjun was very nice of you, when you first felt lonely in the big school (funny how you, a Gryffindor can feel lonely eh? But that’s your life). When you were struggling to find your way through the halls you had to thank Renjun for accompanying you whenever you had to move classes. But your relationship with him is purely just as close as a stranger. Renjun never sits beside you, nor does he hang out with you, he sits with his own smart gang. For two years he purely just helped you get around the halls. Instead of befriending Renjun, you become friends with the two wizards in your batch, the generous Hufflepuff who helps you ace your Herbology class: Lee Jeno. He is your first bestie, and since he enjoys your loud and fun personality, he calls you one of his friends.

The handsome blonde in green robe by your side earlier is your other best friend, Na Jaemin. A pureblood descending from the Slytherin family. You don’t know how Jaemin wants to be friends with you, a Gryffindor, but here you are. If Jeno helps you with herbology, Jaemin is there for you in potion classes. Though at first you think Jaemin is just using you to help him pass transfiguration and magical creatures. Turns out it was the total opposite, Jaemin is interested in Jeno, and the only person he sees is nice enough to be his wingman is you.

You don’t mind this though since you’ve seen how sincere Jaemin is when it comes to defending you and cheering you up. You know it’s just his ego that doesn’t let him say he is being friends with you because you two click. Screw anyone who made the unwritten rules that a Slytherin and Gryffindor cannot be friends. Well you understand since he is a Pure Slytherin. No one expects Slytherin to befriend Gryffindor even worse a half blood.

Back to the mean time, you walk with Jaemin on your side to reach the library where Jeno has reserved a place for you two. It’s your fourth year in Hogwarts which means you and your friends have to start preparing for the O.W.L test to be taken in your last fifth year. Although the three of you are gifted with brilliant heads, no one can slack their O.W.L and expect to pass. Here you are, limiting your free time and getting your ass dragged by Jeno to always study when you have free time.

“I miss playing quidditch.” You whisper after one hour of sitting down in the library and sticking your nose into the lines and lines of scribbles.

Jeno snickers, “You miss quidditch or you miss being in the same air as Renjun?”

You slap his hand that lays on the table and the young boy groans, “You’re evil! You could be in Slytherin, gosh thank heaven you’re not there or you’ve turned me into a stone.”

Jaemin just smirks, well he likes this side of you. The semi-evil part in your innocent-like façade.

“Dramatic, Lee Jeno. I love flying on the broom and chasing the balls.” You lied and if someone had given you the Veritaserum, Jeno’s guess was right. Your team likes to practice with the Ravenclaw’s team; don't ask why when your team captain is clearly flirting with the Ravenclaw’s captain.

“Come on, no one will buy that lie. It’s been four years of secretly crushing Renjun, why don’t you try to at least “befriend” him.” Jaemin sets aside his book and rests his chin on one of his hands.

You focus back on your book, trying to not fall into Jaemin’s hypnotizing eyes that can make you spill truths. “I am his friend. He never calls me an enemy.”

“Yeah not like that, I mean bring him here to our group study, ask him to sit with you during mealtimes. Invite him to join us when we’re strolling around Hogsmeade.” Jeno whispers.

The three of you shut up when a shadow appears on your table and drop a pile of books.

“Excuse me, mind sharing the table? The place is full and yours is the only one available.” A soft voice greets three of you and like robots, you turn your heads slowly to widen your eyes and gasp when the guy of your gossip is standing here.

“Oh Renjun, yes you can. Please,” Jaemin kindly brings his books to his side and you throw him a death glare. Well, the available space is the one on your side.

“Thank you, hey (y/n)! It’s been a while,” Renjun smiles at you. You just smile and nod, well yes you rarely see him in class, mostly because your schedule didn’t match his and both of you stopped playing quidditch.

You swear, that was the longest one hour in your life. Renjun’s soft sweet fragrance of sweet baked vanilla from the side is enough to make your heart beat faster, not to mention how cute he looks with his glasses when he is focusing on the charm textbook. You know if this guy is going to sit here all day, none of the materials written in the book will be planted in your brain. Still, Jeno and Jaemin had the audacity to invite Renjun into your small study group.

“Hey Renjun, next time why don’t you join us to study for O.W.L?” Jeno asks when all of you clean up your belongings and head for dinner.

Renjun’s smile lights up and he laughs nervously, “Well if that is okay with three of you, I don’t have any friends to study with yet.”

“You’re most welcome here! Just ask (y/n) later about our meeting times. Jeno can help with herbology and I can help with Potions. You can help us with charms! (y/n) here is the queen of transfiguration.” Jaemin welcomingly says all of this. Though most people may be blinded by his sweet words, you want to smack the life out of him when you see his glinting eyes taunting you.

You want to object, saying that his schedule won’t work with yours, but the cat has your tongue and all you can do is stay quiet as Renjun thanks Jaemin for inviting him to the group.

With that, Renjun chooses to walk around the grounds for a while before dinner. Your heart is bursting any second whenever he looks up to glance at the sky and you can see his perfectly sculptured face. No, it is not awkward, he casually talks with you about how he also misses quidditch, he also shares funny stories of the first-year students getting lost in the hallways just like you. Is he teasing you about getting lost in the hallway? Well since it is Renjun you just smile, had it been Jeno or Jaemin their hairs would already be in your hand.

“They’re just like you. Looking so cute when they’re lost and confused, afraid to miss their class.” Renjun stares at you and you laugh.

“I know, it was hard okay memorizing this big hall! Not to mention the moving stairs.” You finally feel less nervous and you can start talking with less stuttering.

“Well, if you’re ever confused just call me. I’ll assist you again like back then.” He chuckles and you laugh.

Well, you sort of have to treat Jeno and Renjun for a butterbeer maybe, thanks to them you finally get to walk around and talk with Renjun on the ground after four years.

That night on the paved grounds. You sit down while playing with your wand, swishing it while practicing some chants (without actually doing it). You sit on one of the grounds, leg straight while you lean on one of the pillars there. There is a soft footstep coming to you and someone took the opposite part of the pillars. You turn your head to catch Renjun’s body mirroring yours, but he is holding a book.

“Complicated.” He shrugs coyly.

You toss your head to the side and smile "Renjun, how did you find me? " Your easy-going Gryffindor traits show up and Renjun calmly looks up from his book to look over his shoulder to you too. “Maybe from this?” he offers you a Marauder’s Map and you gasp.

“How can you have one?” you want to take it from his hand, but he is faster.

Before you can ask more questions, Renjun diverts the topic and asks you about the group study. "So, are you sure your Slytherin and Hufflepuff boys want me to be in the group?" Renjun bashfully asks you this.

You laugh "They're more than happy when you accept their offer. Truth is we all suck at the hard charms. We need a tutor and we also need one more friend to make the space full. You're on our first list."

"I am honored to be first in the list, and I also like having friends to study with. So, tell me what the schedule is." With that, you wave your wand to bring you a piece of paper. "Accio schedule." The schedule paper lands on Renjun's slender fingers from your small pocket and the soft looking boy runs his eyes through the timetable. "Great, I can adjust my classes for this." You feel your heart can't take it anymore when he looks into your eyes deeply.

"So, see you tomorrow afternoon." You stand up trying to leave the ground, since the sleeping hours are coming, but his hand reaches for your wrist. "Sorry, do you want to go watch the quidditch practice between our team tomorrow? It's after lunch." Renjun scratches his neck. You nod "I will!" He smiles "Great, see you! Good night."

You raise your eyebrow "My hand" And he gasps as he lets go of your wrist. "Sorry" Both of you laugh and you finally go back to your room. Things were great, you and Renjun slowly became closer.

You hate the silly rules of staying over your own common room. Like dang you want to meet Renjun in his common room, but you know you’re not the smartest one to unlock their password. Not to mention you are not ready to have eyes pierced on you as you enter the room (if you ever succeed)

So, you end up only able to meet Renjun when he sees you on the hallway and with Jeno and Jaemin. He sometimes appears to you in the garden and you once found him chilling on the school’s astronomy tower in the middle of the night. He’s daring enough to leave his bed and you found him stargazing.

After your one encounter on the astronomy tower, that becomes your regular meeting place with Renjun.

Like tonight, both of you sneaked out of your beds, tiptoeing perfectly through the stairs. Somehow escaping the ears of Mr Filch and voila both of you are smiling ear to ear as the moonlight glows through your faces.

You sit on the porch, suddenly regretting your stupid head for forgetting the scarf. The wind is pretty harsh, and you try to hug your body. Renjun is busy watching the sky through his binoculars. You gave him your binoculars when you discovered he also loves space and the galaxy.

“Want to look at the stars?” Renjun looks at you and hands you the binocular. You nod your head while trying your best to not shake from the cold, but it is cold.

“Silly, forgot your scarf?” he unwinds his own blue silver knit scarf and steps closer to wrap it over you.

“What about you?” you feel worried about his condition. Renjun only shakes his head, “I wore warmer clothes. Also, you shouldn’t fall sick. You need to prepare for your O.W.L tomorrow. Just watch the sky.” He quickly changes the topic when he sees your annoyed face of bringing up O.W.L

You take his advice when he pushes your body to face the sky and you bring the object to your eyes. He was right, the night sky is always mysterious and calming, somewhere out there two of you believe another universe with aliens exists.

Renjun secretly watches you in admiration. He never expects to get this close with you, physically and mentally. By now, he knows your most embarrassing story, your favorite food, and your favorite star.

“Renjun! Quick make a wish!” you tug on his sweater and pull his hand when your eyes catch a shooting star.

Renjun is quick to realize your hand is still squeezing his arm, but he closes his own eyes and makes his own wish. You wish with all your might, things will be better for you and Renjun. You want him, you love him and basically, you’re so ready to risk everything just to get him. Creepy? No, that is love.

“So, what did you wish for?” he whispers near your ear, you see him shivering so you naturally take off the scarf and try your best to share it between both of you.

Renjun’s cheek blushed, “Didn’t think of that. You sure are smarter at things like that.”

You giggle “About your question, don’t you know a wish should remain secret or it won’t work.”

The young man scoffs, “You believe that?”

You nod “Well I thought you do too.”

Renjun smiles, “Fine. I will also keep mine.”

You can no longer hold back your yawn and you realize if both of you stay in this cold air, you’ll need to call in sick and that is not happening. Not when you need to catch up on all class materials.

“See you Injun-ah,” you wave as you drape the scarf back on him. He smells your sweet musk perfume and something tingles Renjun’s mind.

He remembers he had smelt that same hint of scent somewhere, but where. In confusion, the Ravenclaw walks back to his room. Only when his head hits his pillow does he finally remember where he encountered that smell. None other than that silly amortentia potion class. Take a whiff and you’ll know who that special person is.

“Tell me again how he always managed to find you?” Jaemin asks you about how Renjun always finds you. Both of you are sitting in the garden, taking a whiff of fresh air.

You sigh, you know you shouldn’t be telling him this, but you think Jaemin can keep secrets.

“He has a Marauder’s map.” You whisper under your breath.

Jaemin’s eyes lighten and his jaw drops. He really looks glowing with happiness like he won a lottery.

“(Y/n)~” his sing-song tone comes out and you mutter a curse under your breath. Oh no, he is going to ask you something. Which is true.

“Is it possible if you borrow the map from Renjun? Just for a second.” He pouts and draws random lines on your arm. You pull your hand away and slap his hand “What are you thinking? Go borrow by yourself.”

He drives his eyes to his feet, “I really need it, but I guess Renjun won’t let me borrow it.”

You scoff “You know it already. I never even touched it Jaem, it’s really precious after all.”

Jaemin, a total charmer, looks you in the eyes with his sickening puppy eyes “Please, I need it to meet Jeno secretly too! He seems tired but he is hiding it from us…”

“Your point?” you cut the crap out of him.

Jaemin smiles and you see his cunningness really popping up when he bribes you to help him “Point is, can you just take the map from him for a while and then I’ll use it to find Jeno, then you return it to him. Simple!”

You groan “How is that simple? That’s stealing!”

“Borrowing, just that he won’t realize it’s ever gone from his hand.” Jaemin shrugs his shoulder

“It’s not an honest game. You said ``borrow not steal and return.”

“Then try borrowing it from him, he doesn’t talk to me about the map so it’ll be weird if I ask him about that. He will be mad at you for spilling secrets and I know you love him so much.” He smirks, knowing that he won your internal battle.

You sigh, Jaemin really traps you in the mouse trap eh?

“Fine, let me try to borrow it from him. What will I get in return?”

“Woah you're so calculative! I thought we are friends and friends help each other?”

You really regret not joining Jeno to study with Renjun, this Slytherin man is really cunning… luring you to leave the library to “take in the fresh air” but ended up dealing with a dangerous project.

“Okay if you insist, I’ll say if the map worked, I’ll be able to accompany Jeno and he will be happier and you want to see Jeno happier right? Also you’re my best greatest courageous friend, isn’t this like a challenge?” he stares at you with great compassion plus hitting your chivalry ego and since no one is there to slap you, you nod your head.

“Okay Jaemin.” The Gryffindor spirit of not thinking about an action carefully is here.

Jaemin smirks and waves you goodbye after slipping a small tube of potion to your hand. He disappeared like that and you start to think of a way to talk with him about the map, while staring at disbelief for the Felix Felicis in your hand. Dang that Slytherin boy really is questionable.

You spend the afternoon thinking of a way to get Renjun’s map and you finally choose to ask him slowly.

“Renjun! What are the things you always keep in your bag?” you ask randomly but Renjun and you did this a lot of time, so he doesn’t smell your smoke.

He thinks for a while, “Nothing much, books and the map, some quills and chocolates? Why?”

You nod “It’s okay, just curious.”

He doesn’t pester you about it, only talking more about different things.

“Hey, tomorrow is Sunday. Mind to just sit and enjoy the day off? We sit in the fountain courtyard.”

Your brain finds a chance to take his map and so you nod your head.

You drop the Felix Felicis potion on your breakfast tea that Sunday morning and you meet Renjun who is looking so good in his casual outfit.

You’re nervous, though luck is favoring you, you are still battling yourself whether you should just snatch the map or ask him nicely.

After talking about different things and driving his attention to other things, you inch closer to Renjun and stare at his lips. Somehow your brain is focused on his lips and oh did you forget you took a potion this morning?? Because your silly head wants to kiss his lips so bad and luck is really on your side.

“Why are you staring at my lips? You really like them don’t you?” Renjun boldy asks, something so uncommon about him.

You gulp and blush, but your heart secretly wants to kiss him.

“Come here,” he pulls your hand closer and once your shoulder crashes with his, he kisses you right in the middle of the day when everyone can see you two sharing a slow kiss.

Your head almost stops working but suddenly Jaemin’s shadow appears in your mind and you quickly put your hand into Renjun’s bag. You didn’t know the lucky potion could be this wonderful because once your hand enters the bag you find the paper already.

Renjun was so focused on the kiss that he didn’t notice your hand slipping the map to your pocket. Only when you’re done did you finally break the kiss.

He blushes and you chuckle “That was intense.”

Yes the kiss was intense but the reason your heart beats super-fast is because of the action you just did. Stealing.

“I love you Renjun,” you whisper, feeling a bit sad for lying to him… but you don’t want to be embarrassed after what you did go well.

“I love you too, I didn’t know our feelings were mutual.” He innocently rubs his burning face and you want to die from lying with him.

“Renjun, sorry for suddenly leaving, but I have to go, I got something to do.” You stand up from the grounds.

“Huh? Oh okay I guess you look rushed.” He stands up too, “Where do you have to go? I can walk you there.”

You shake your head and reject his offer, “No, it’s personal. If you don’t mind, I’d rather go by myself. Bye Injun! See you!” you run away from him and disappear before he can even bid his farewell.

The ravenclaw just shrugs his shoulders and returns to his common room. When he kisses you earlier, he feels so fuzzy and fireworks are popping in his heart. As weird as it sounds, the kiss made him come up with a new imaginative creature.

Yes, Renjun is a ravenclaw who enjoys imaginative creatures. He is talented in drawing, so he spends his time sketching and naming creatures he has in his head. Though you may ask how a Ravenclaw believes in uncertain things with no concrete proof, Renjun has been hiding this guilty pleasure from anyone.

He hums as he sits on his chair and starts arranging his paints. The sun is angled perfectly at this time and he is more than excited to paint the new love creature he has in his mind.

On the other hand, you are running to meet Jaemin.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no goods.” You tap your wand and open the map to quickly find Jaemin.

There he is, somehow lurking in the dining hall. Weird.

You pocket the map and make your way to him.

“Use this quickly. I don’t know how long it takes for Renjun to notice.” You stuff the map into Jaemin’s pocket.

His eyes twinkle “Oh gosh you did it. You do this for me? Thank you!” he taps your shoulder and flies away “I’ll return it to you once I am done. Promise.”

You just wait for him with anxiety crawling in your heart. Something about stealing, lying, and using potion is just not settling well in your Gryffindor heart. You let out a deep breath, and relax a bit.

Only that it didn’t even last long and things are going downhill from here.

While you wait nervously in the dining room, you find yourself face to face with a fuming and disappointed Renjun. “You stole the map, didn’t you?!” he holds back all the anger inside to avoid reaching for your collar.

You gulp, of course he noticed. It’s been almost two hours. Couldn’t Jaemin find Jeno, bring Jeno to return the map to you then go disappear somewhere. Why should you wait for this long.

“I-“ you stutter “I’m sorry.” You apologize, your heart tells you lying more will just bring you to a deeper pit.

Renjun shakes his head, “You stole but I’m hurt you tricked me! Did you mean the kiss or not?”

Your eyes widened, he was just confused about the kiss? Oh how cute. You want to open your mouth, but it looks like the cat got your tongue again and Renjun was faster in assuming things when he is angry.

“You know what? I don’t care about your kiss, I don’t even care about your explanation. Give it back.” His palm opens up to you and you bite your lips “It’s not with me.”

His eyes would pop off from his head “You what? You lost it or gave it to someone?”

Damn Ravenclaws and their quick brains.

“I’ll give it back to you, I promise.” You reach out for his hand, but he snatches his hand away to his chest before you can appeal to him.

“You know what? I found it already.” He looks over your shoulder and sees Jaemin coming to you with a troubled face.

“And by the look of Jaemin’s face, I guess this is not my day.” Renjun sounds super sad and you hate yourself for actually starting all of this. He was in a super good mood earlier and you ruined everything. Now will you ruin your friendship too? and love interest.

You heard Jaemin apologizing (something so uncommon) about something and the next second, you don’t hear anything from Renjun’s lips, just an eerie silence between them and suddenly the man in blue sweater runs away from you and Jaemin.

“I may or may not have accidentally been caught by some other Slytherin, and they wanted to see the map. It ripped.” Jaemin mutters slowly and you feel your world has stopped turning and you should just leave Hogwarts before facing Renjun.

Renjun left both of you and there’s nothing you can do. There is, but your brain stops working and your Gryffindor heart cowers and runs away. You sit devastated on the ground and Jaemin copies you.

“We can try to fix this map,” Jaemin tries to cheer you up but you shake your head “We can’t. Even if we can, I don’t think the bond of our friendship can be fixed.” you pull your knees to your chest and put your chin on them

“I’ll find a way to fix this. I promise, I broke the map so let me take the blame for this.” Jaemin stands up with the ripped map and he casts the repair charm.

You just stare at it soullessly. Well the map did come back into one piece, but Renjun’s disappointment can’t leave your head.

“I am sorry (y/n).” Jaemin sincerely apologizes to you and you just hum a silent reply

“Look, I believe Renjun will forgive you. He might not forgive me, but I deserve this. This is not your fault. I made you trick him. I am the guilty one.” your best friend tries to cheer you up, but your mind keeps on thinking Renjun.

That young ravenclaw did come into dinner, well he has to as he’s the prefect. But when you leave your chair to tap his shoulder and talk with him, he already leaves with the big group and you find yourself alone, losing your chance.

You ask around where he is, and everyone says he’s in the prefect bathroom enjoying a long bath. You hate how he has a hideout you can’t come to. So, the only thing you can do is wait.

You think of ways to apologize and how he can forgive you. Should you do his chores? Should you do his essays? gosh no he’s smarter than you. Should you buy him some new paint and drawing books? He likes to draw right, but you bite your lips when you remember your allowance this month was finished for good when you bought that new broom.

You go to the toilet, and come back to ask where he is on a passing Ravenclaw, only to curse when they said he is already in the common room.

Great, now you really won’t be sleeping tonight.

“Hey (y/n), I handed him the map already and asked sorry.” Jaemin suddenly taps your shoulder when you are walking to your room.

You just nod “Lucky you, looks like he is not that disappointed at you. Must be because he is afraid you’d turn him into a frog.” you try to tease Jaemin but even your own joke doesn't taste good in your tongue.

Renjun tries his best to avoid you, or more likely avoid hearing your apology or explanation about what happened that day. It’s as if you’re a deadly plague! He did show up a couple of times to the group study meetups, but he never talks to you about anything other than asking your question about the lesson or when the boys ask him about his nerves about the test.

You feel sick from all of the studying, but most of your stress comes from Renjun’s constant ignorance towards you. He did talk to you about other things, he explained to you the lessons you’re still struggling with but he never speaks of that day as if it never happens. Though some people like that better and just brush it off, like Jaemin for example. You’re not satisfied with this. You need his real acceptance of apology or you can’t feel ease in your heart.

You tried all you can, sending him a message filled with handwritten apology, a chocolate of his favorite brand, a chocolate frog, some badly drawn apology painting, a poem, and even try to bring up the conversation whenever you meet but he always finds a way to smile and drive the topic to another thing.

His playful gaze can still be felt by you and he still helps you occasionally in classes you struggle in. He even helps until the last days of the O.W.L test and the guilt in your heart is just piling up.

“Good luck on your O.W.L '' Renjun one night smiles at you after cleaning up the books and quills. You gasp “Thank you, you too and Renjun I am sorry.” you finally get the chance to utter your apology intimately without anyone else near you.

Renjun sighs “You’re still sad about that?” you bite your lips and nod “I can’t take it off my head.” The man in blue robes chuckles and messes your hair “Silly. Stop worrying about that. Just focus on your studies okay so that you can pass this O.W.L” you turn red from his action, heart beating super fast upon seeing his cute smile and hand touching your head.

“Alright, I need my sleep. You go to bed too okay, see you for breakfast tomorrow.” he tucks a hair away from your face and bops your nose. You see him walk away after saying good night and when you want to go to your room, you notice a blue scarf he left on the chair.

“Renjun forgot this.” you wrap it around your neck because you have lots of stuff to bring back and slowly you walk to your room, enjoying how his scent softly brushes your nose when the wind is blowing in your direction. You feel calm now that Renjun told you not to worry about it and seeing how he’s back to playing with your hair makes you feel less guilty.

“I’ll return this tomorrow,” you mumble to yourself only to wrap it tighter to your neck when you sleep.

The O.W.L this year is nerve consuming and stressful. You and the other students are all squeezed and no one is having their energy other than studying, eating and sleeping. You’ve talked less with the boys, you’re busy isolating yourself in the study room or just in the garden to study and focus on yourself. You also forget about Renjun’s scarf and he seems to forget it too, judging by how he is using another scarf.

All of you made it through the excruciating exam and finally you’re packing your suitcase.

“Are you ready to go home?” Jeno puts his face into your face on the morning of the beginning of the holiday. You have a beaming smile on your face and you happily hug him “Thank you for your help! I did my O.W.L nicely because of your help!” Jeno only chuckles and laughs at your remarks. He only plays with your hair and pushes you away only for you to hit Jaemin’s chest and the cheeky guy is not ready to catch you. You close your eyes, preparing yourself to hit the hard ground and be embarrassed for the rest of the year in Hogwarts, but you didn’t hit the ground. You open your eyes and see Jaemin already standing next to Jeno, eyes running through the hall as he winks and waves his hand to the passing students. So, who is holding you?

“Hoah easy Jeno, you pushed her too hard!” A soft voice you missed. A voice that sounds so cute when he whines or complains. A voice that has been whispering all day all night in your head. Renjun.

“Renjun! Sorry.” you brush yourself as you stand up and tidy your looks. Suddenly feeling conscious if you’ll look good. Renjun smiles, he has his trunk by his hand too, looks like every one of us is going home this Christmas.

“It’s great to see you before the long holiday, (y/n)!” Renjun pushes a small smile and you are busy reaching into your backpack for something. “I need to return this! You left it in the library last time.” you hand Renjun the neatly folded blue scarf which surprises him. “Oh it’s with you! I thought I lost it.”

You laugh “Sorry, I forgot to return it to you.” you extend your arm to him. Renjun quickly takes the scarf and opens it, the next thing you know is that he inches closer to you, wraps the scarf softly on your neck and his lips hover above your own lips. When you look into his orbs, you see how he’s waiting for your permission and while Renjun still has his hand holding on to the scarf on your neck, you close your eyes and feel him pull you by the scarf and seal your lips with a long quiet kiss.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as he gently keeps his hands moving to secure your neck and your heart is thumping so hard.

“I forgive you, go enjoy your Christmas.” Renjun sincerely laughs and kisses your cheek “So, from today is it day one?”

You nod “Day one!” Your heart feels light, the heavy guilty feeling in your heart is gone, his kiss shows how he is not angry at you and you feel his passionate and sincere desire to have you as his significant other.

Jeno and Jaemin pretend they don’t see both of you, just waving their hands to any passing students, telling them to send owls, saying they’ll see them next year and all the season greetings.

“Alright, my train is leaving love. I’ll see you next year. Send me an owl , okay!” Renjun pinches your cheek that’s super red from his sudden actions. You just have a big smile on your face as you nod and wave “See you soon!”

Jeno and Jaemin help you put your stuff into the car your brother has sent to pick you up. You thank the boys, hugging them for being here with you through ups and downs and you’ve made peace with Jaemin. That guy promised you he’ll bring you back your favorite candy from his hometown.

As you sit down in your car, head looking back to the majestic and mystical castle, you smile when you remember how Renjun pulls you into a very sweet kiss and that’s enough to show you how he’s not mad or disappointed at you. You were overthinking, but that’s you. That’s something about your gryffindor heart, always wanting to be responsible for your faults and it feels good to finally see Renjun saying he forgave you already.

Magic and love. Might work side to side, might not. Whichever that is the potion or your attitude, Renjun loves you the way you love him too and that’s what matters.

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#hogwarts au #nct hogwarts au #renjun x you #renjun x reader #renjun fluff #renjun scenarios #renjun imagines #jaemin x reader #nct dream fanfic #renjun x y/n #renjun angst #nct dream x you #jeno #jaemin #jeno x you #jeno x jaemin #nomin

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zafirosreverie · 3 years ago

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Lady (Fernanda Meade x Fem!Reader)

a/n: I’m not even going to pretend this one isn’t totally for myself, because it is. And I regret nothing! Thank you to the anon who “requested”it tho.

a/n 2: Lyrics by Alejandro Fernandez.

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Fernanda sighed and tried to keep her expression neutral, but the force with which she squeezed her glass gave her away. She was grateful that her sisters and the rest of the staff seemed too busy gossiping to pay any attention to her.

She knew that she should be paying attention to the conversation, listening, understanding and contributing to make the concert a success. But she trusted Ila and May, and even if something went wrong, she could always improvise something on stage, she had always been good at that.

She wished she could say the same about hiding her jealousy.

She had no right and she knew it. You were just helping them with the chorus, you were so much younger than her, you probably didn't even like women. And most importantly, you were decidedly taken.

That had been clear from the moment you put a foot in the studio, smiling and with your arm entwined with Carlos. You looked happy.

Since the day that I looked at you

You were in good company

You went with him by the hand

Suddenly you were laughing

But she couldn't convince her stubborn heart of that. And less when there were times when it seemed that maybe, just maybe, you could feel something similar for her.

They were subtle things, like a discreet smile, a tease that she felt too intimate, brushing her hand when you two walked down the hall, or the fact that you were often looking at her discreetly, even when Carlos was right next to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you looked at me

Fer was not a woman who considered herself conflictive, she didn’t even like to raise her voice when Isabel and Mayte argued, choosing to simply roll her eyes and listen from afar. But she wasn't the type to deny her feelings to herself either, so it had been easy to confess that you had already held a special place in her life.

The hard part was having to live with it. Having to see you every day holding Carlos' hand, feeling so close and at the same time completely untouchable, feeling her entire body warming up when you hugged her and then seeing you come back to his side. It was a torture.

It was not that she had a very close relationship with Carlos that she was afraid of breaking, but she respected him and would never dare to hurt you, or to get in the way of your relationship. She was not like that. She was a lady.

He is not my great friend

But of course I know him

And i'm usually the one

That doesn’t care with whom

I try to be respectful

She slowly approached you, trying to appear casual as she asked you if you could join her for a moment. You smiled at her before apologizing to Carlos and following her. The older woman could feel her heart beating faster and faster in her chest as you walked beside her, the back of your hand brushing hers.

She took you into her dressing room, knowing it was the only place you could be alone for a moment. And god knew she needed to do this without prying eyes from the team.

"Are you ok?" you asked, noticing how nervous she seemed all of a sudden.

Her green eyes locked on yours for a moment, wanting that with that gesture you could understand everything she needed to tell you.

It's the only time I'm going to tell you my secret

If you had no commitment, I would lose respect for you.

"I-" she started, but the words stuck in her throat.

How do you tell someone that they have stolen your dream? That you can no longer get her out of your mind and that you only want to be with her for the rest of your life? How do you tell a girl half your age that she has you crazy and in love? That she is why your day is better?

How do you tell someone you love her, when she belongs to someone else?

And if I wasn't a lady, I swear

I would tear you out of his arms without thinking for a second

You are the woman I like the most in the world

But I have respect for that lucky guy

Carlos's name came to her mind and the image of you hugging him boiled her blood. She didn't want to hate him, but it was hard not to when he had everything she wanted.

"Fer?"

To hell, she decided.

She took a step closer to you, her hands burning with the desire to touch you, to feel you hers and close. It would be easy for her to just press you against the wall and take you into her arms. Taste your lips and swallow all the moans that her fingers could get out of you.

And if I wasn't a lady

I would stole you, and not a kiss, but all week

To make love to you until you get tired

"I, I wanted you to help me pick a special song" she lied, pulling away a bit.

You could immediately feel the change in the atmosphere, and you knew something was not right. You adored Fer, maybe a little more than you should, and you didn't want to see her wrong. But you couldn't push her. She would tell you the truth when she was ready.

"Especial?" you asked

"There will be a special person for me at the concert" she admitted "I would like her to know how I feel about her"

"I see" you smiled, ignoring the twinge in your chest "What about, Cosas que nunca te dije?"

"Perfect" she gave you a sad smile.

She internally cursed herself for cowering like this. But when you came back to rehearsal and she saw you hug Carlos, she knew it was for the best. It didn't matter how different the story your eyes were telling hers was.

But I am a lady and I better

don't tell you anything

#reader insert #x reader #imagine #pandora imagine #pandora fic #fernanda meade x reader #fernanda meade #fernanda meade x y/n #fernanda meade preference #fernanda meade imagine

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j-amespotter · 4 years ago

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★ epiphany – r. l.

"with you, i serve. with you, i fall down."

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Nymphadora Tonks (if you squint)

x. x.

Summary: Throughout his life, Remus fought many battles. Only once was he ever on the brink of victory.

Genre/Warnings: angst, war, death, torture, mentions of lycanthropy

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: i'm officially on summer break, so expect more writing from me!! this one actually took a lot of time and effort so please share your feedback. not a reader insert, just some canon character insight. i think about remus's last moments a lot :( let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist!

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1978 - With you, I serve.

The moon was bright but not quite full. It shone on two boys, both fresh out of school and on the precipice of becoming men. As much as they tried to deny it, there was an aura of naiveté surrounding them, one that would soon deteriorate beyond their imaginations.

“Come here,” said Remus Lupin, a tall, tired boy, tugging his companion’s sleeve. “Behind the bushes.”

“It’s child’s play, this job. What’s Dumbledore playing at?”

Remus was paired up with James Potter, who was growing more and more impatient by the second. “Prongs, we are trainees. We’re lucky to have an assignment at all.”

The two friends were seated on a small hill overlooking a large, dreary house. It belonged to the Travers family, a family notoriously pureblood, notoriously Slytherin. A family most likely in league with the greatest threat to the Wizarding World in several decades—Lord Voldemort.

The severity of the situation remained unspoken between them. If caught, James and Remus would be killed within seconds. Remus silently wished he shared James’s conviction regarding the ultimate invincibility of the right cause. But there was something inside of him that would remain unconvinced for a long time.

“There’s no way Travers isn’t a Death Eater,” said James. “I say we attack. They know we’re careful. They’ll never see it coming.”

“Perhaps,” said Remus. “Although, I doubt they are unprepared. Stealth is the only path to success.”

James snorted. “Okay, Professor Moony.” Years later, the same voice on a nearly-identical face would be addressing him in the same manner, with an amount of long-faced sincerity that would destroy him. But Remus did not know that yet.

After a while, Remus broke the comfortable silence between them simply because of a lingering curiosity manifesting within him. “Do you really think we can win this?”

James turned toward him. When he spoke, Remus thought he sounded a little scandalized. “Of course I do. And even if we don’t, there isn’t a single part of me that won’t die trying.”

Remus hummed, though he could feel the hesitation brewing inside of him, the same hesitation he found himself constantly suppressing around his friends. It was not as though he didn’t share the same sentiment; that wasn’t the case at all. It felt blasphemous to let his thoughts wander at times, but he couldn’t help himself. The truth was loud and clear. Remus was fighting this war for those who wouldn't do the same for him.

Something about the setting and the shape of the moon kept him lost in his muddled thoughts. “Why did you become an Animagus?”

James looked slightly taken aback, running a hand through his hair. “You know why.”

“Indulge me.”

“Because, Remus, we care about you. We wanted to help you,” said James. “We still want to help you.”

“You have done more than enough, James.” And it was true. James Potters didn’t exist in the real world, and that was a fact that was becoming blazingly clear the longer Remus spent in it.

There was nothing more to be said after that. James only sighed, staring out with a strangely thoughtful expression. “You know something?”

��What?”

“Think I’m going to ask Lily to marry me.”

Remus swallowed. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” said James. “I haven’t told anyone.”

Remus found that hard to believe. “Not even Sirius?”

“No, not even Sirius. Just thought of it, actually. Besides, something tells me Sirius would laugh in my face.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” said Remus, though it was always hard to tell with Sirius. The idea of James getting married sounded so far-fetched, and yet, made more sense to him than anything ever had in his entire life.

“So, what do you think?”

What did he think? Honestly, he felt a twinge of envy that James had someone to propose to, that he didn’t have to think twice about it, that in all likelihood, when this war ended, James would live a long, happy, healthy life with his wife and enough children to form his own Quidditch team. “I think that you definitely should.”

James’s face broke out into a wide grin, one that made Remus feel warm inside. One that told Remus that it wasn’t actually a whim, that James had been thinking about it for weeks, and that when it came to Lily, he always seemed to turn to Remus. It was a bittersweet sentiment, but one that he had come to appreciate.

“Guess I’ll need to figure out who my best man will be,” mused James.

Remus rolled his eyes. “She hasn’t even said yes yet, Prongs.”

James harrumphed. “Of course she’ll say yes to becoming Mrs. Arrogant Toerag.” He puffed out his chest dramatically, only to lose his balance and fall forward into the bushes. “Wow, we really suck at this whole ‘stealth’ thing, don’t we?”

“Shut it, will you?” whispered Remus, though if he had known how few moments he had left to share with James, he wouldn’t have reprimanded him at all.

Suddenly, a scream coming from the direction of the house interrupted them.

“What was that?” asked James. Both boys had their wands at the ready.

“They’re torturing someone,” said Remus, suppressing a shudder. He winced at the sound of another piercing scream, one that shredded his insides with every resounding decibel.

James began to rise. “We have to go in and help them.”

Instantly, Remus grabbed his arm and pulled him down. “James, we can’t. We will blow our cover, we’re likely completely outnumbered, and we were told to call reinforcements if anything got serious. We are trainees, remember?” When James begrudgingly slunk down next to him, Remus nudged him again. “Send a Patronus to the Prewetts.”

As James retreated several yards into the woods to conjure his great silvery stag, Remus turned his attention back to the house in front of them. After hearing another scream, he was beginning to lose his nerve. We can win this, Remus chanted to himself like a sacred mantra. We can win this. We can win this. We can win this.

Three years later, wizards all over Britain would celebrate their victory over the Dark Lord. But with three dead friends and one a murderous traitor, Remus Lupin would have nothing to celebrate. And he wouldn’t for a very long time, not until he stared into a pair of startlingly green eyes in a train compartment several years later.

1998 - With you, I fall down.

His heart raced as he watched the silver dome shatter around the castle. A swarm of dark, hooded figures made their way towards them. With one hand over the photograph in his pocket, Remus thought of Teddy—his vibrant, turquoise hair, his soft coos, and the sparkly eyes that looked just like his own.

We can win this. We can win this. We can win this.

It is different now, he thought to himself, I have Harry. A son. A wife. For the first time in his life, Remus Lupin had a proper family.

We can win this. We can win this. We can win this.

He was able to see his reflection on a window. Under all the worry pooling his features, Remus saw the ghost of a smile that looked so achingly familiar— the weary but indestructible smile of a new father, the one he last saw during his final moments with James many, many years ago.

He thought of Dora, who, despite his desperate pleas, followed him to Hogwarts to fight what was beginning to feel like the end. After he righteously begged her to return to safety, she scoffed teasingly. “Honestly, Remus. You should know better.”

She was right, and there was nothing more to say. She kissed him hard before they went their separate ways for the last time. Remus weaved through crowds of warriors, gaze wandering from time to time for a glimpse of either his wife or his young protege. Any sign that Dora and Harry were alright would ease his ever-growing nerves.

We can win this. We can win this. We can win this.

He thought of a late-night in his dormitory. It was the end of his seventh year. The four Marauders were sitting on each of their four-poster beds, picturing this moment, having no idea what was to come, just the confidence that it would and that they would win.

“I think it’ll be at the Ministry,” said Sirius.

“Or Diagon Alley,” said Remus thoughtfully.

“With Dumbledore leading the charge,” added James, a note of excitement in his voice. “I’d give anything to see the end of him.”

“Me too,” grumbled Sirius, struggling to hide the bitterness lacing every word. It had only struck Remus then that Sirius would be fighting his own flesh and blood on the other side. He knew better than to mention it.

“We could die,” said Peter quietly.

“We could,” affirmed James. “But I have a good feeling about it. It’ll be our moment, lads.”

Remus had only heard of Wormtail's death from Bill, who heard it from Harry. Peter, so afraid of death, so willing to do anything to avoid it, killed by his own hand. The last of his friends to go. In his wildest dreams, Remus would have never thought that he would be the last Marauder standing. Alone.

But he wasn’t alone. Not anymore. He had Dora, Teddy, and Harry. Harry, brilliant Harry, the Boy Who Lived, the boy who, unbeknownst to him, changed Remus’s life. The boy who would carry out his father's dream. The boy who would win this for them all.

We can win this. We can win this. We can win this.

Remus heaved a tired sigh. His legs felt as though they were about to give out. Despite his unique set of skills, Remus spent more time sickly than able. Especially now, nearing the age of forty. No longer did he have the agility or stamina of his youth.

He was in the center of the fighting in the courtyard. Suddenly, Remus felt a sinking, silencing feeling inside of him. Swallowing it away, he turned around, grip on his wand accidentally loosening for the quickest second.

The man in front of him was smirking, a forthcoming light blinding any identifying features. Remus's wand slipped from his fingers.

The last thing he saw was green, consuming his vision like a swarm of Dementors closing in on him. The spell hit him squarely in the chest.

He always wondered what death would feel like, often equating it with the debilitating pain of his monthly transformations. But it wasn't like that at all. Death was like falling. An eternal, endless fall into nothingness.

Moments away from victory, Remus Lupin fell down.

Mischief Managed.

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hallospaceboyy · 5 years ago

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Hey, I'm not sure how you take your requests but if its okay may I please request a Madam Spellman (or just one of them if you prefer) oneshot with a reader who is a bit touch starved but is nervous about asking for affection? Thank you 🖤

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Warning for implied smut, but no detail.

You’ve always been a little nervous to ask Zelda and Lilith for anything since entering a relationship with them, content yourself with just accepting what they’re willing to give. The sex is great, wouldn’t change that for the world, but neither of the women are particularly... cuddly, and as of late you find yourself craving affection, craving soft touches and just being held. But you're too scared to ask, don’t want them to think of you as needy.

You know they’ve noticed that something is bothering you though, for you forget yourself at times. You find yourself resting a hand tentatively on a thigh when sat beside them, before pulling it away, as if worried they'll bat your hand away themselves. Occasionally you’ll reach out and brush a hand, wanting to hold it, entwine your fingers, and then you’ll pull away as if burned, a blush painting your cheeks, and both of the women regard you suspiciously, before meeting each other's gaze, as if they're communicating without using words. Sometimes you’ll forget, and rest your head on a shoulder, until you feel the body beneath you stiffen at the sudden weight, and you'd shift away, feeling dejected.

You lay beside them in bed one night, Zelda sat with a book nestled in her lap, and Lilith is curled beside her, looking at the book over her shoulder, head resting there. Zelda is reading aloud in a soft voice while Lilith listens, and you're supposed to be listening too, but can’t focus, even on Zelda's velvet voice. Neither of them seem to notice your trepidation, the way you're watching the both of them, curled in on yourself, feeling entirely alone for someone sharing a bed with two other women. They always seem so comfortable, just the two of them, and they had been together before you came along. You feel like an intruder at times, an outsider looking in on something you're not supposed to be seeing.

“You know you can ask us for anything, kitten, don’t you?” Lilith murmurs, although she doesn’t look at you, blue eyes still fixed on the pages in Zelda's lap. Your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say.

“You've been acting so strangely, darling. We're worried about you.” Zelda's eyes do fix on you, and your cheeks flush, both at the intensity of her gaze and the thought of them discussing their concern for you. It makes your heart swell, instils you with some courage, that maybe the women do care for you enough to allow you what you want, what you need.

“I just-" You stop, worrying at your lip with your teeth and looking down to the covers beneath you, and you can feel the stare of both women on you now. “I know neither of you are particularly... affectionate. It's just that I am. I like to be held, the little gestures, holding hands, soft touches... I-Um.”

You swallow thickly, your cheeks heating with embarrassment, realising how stupid you must sound, and then you feel a soft grip on your chin, and Lilith tilts your head to look at her, and there is a profound affection in her gaze, a softness that relaxes you, just a little.

“You've been acting this way because you were too scared to ask for a hug? To hold hands?” You huff and pull away from her, can feel tears stinging at your eyes. This is what you were afraid of, them mocking you.

“Oh darling, I’m not making fun. But we're not really that scary, are we?” Lilith asks, raising her eyebrows as you meet her eyes again and she entwines her fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb.

“Not scary, I just- I didn’t want to ask too much of you.”

“You could never ask for too much, sweetheart. We would grant you anything.” Zelda crawls to position herself on the other side of you, book abandoned to the end of the bed, and she pulls you into her arms, and you sigh with relief, melting into her as you settle yourself in her lap, nuzzle your face into her neck. Her hair tickles your nose, but you don’t mind, it smells divine, and you inhale her scent, let it envelope you.

Lilith scoots closer and curls into Zelda's side, and she brings her hand up to your hair, combing her fingers through it, massages your scalp, and you whine against Zelda's neck, fast becoming boneless at Lilith's ministrations, and Zelda's fingertips grazing softly up and down your back, her other hand resting on your thigh, holding you tight.

“I feel as if I don’t belong sometimes,” You whisper, and Lilith's hand stills, just for a moment, and you can feel Zelda head turn slightly to look at the demoness, sharing another of their secret looks.

“You two were together first, always seem-I don’t know, closer. I feel like an outsider, like it’s the two of you and I’m just here for a little bit of fun. That’s why I was scared to ask.”

Zelda gently pushes you away so she can see your face, and your bottom lip trembles as you meet her green eyes, see the look of sadness there, her brow furrowed in concern, and the same look is on Lilith's features when you glance to her, and she strokes your cheek, sends you a soft, sad smile.

“We love you so very much, darling. I’m so sorry we made you feel that way. It's always the three of us, now. We're a team, a unit. I don’t love you any less than I love Lilith. You're both my girls. I couldn’t be without either of you.” Zelda presses a kiss to your forehead, and a tear slips down your cheek, and Lilith wipes it away tenderly.

“Zelda's right, Y/N. There's no contest. I love you both equally. I wouldn’t dream of it going back to just Zelda and I now. You complete us. The missing piece.” Lilith leans forward and kisses you softly then, and you sigh against her, parting your lips as her tongue flicks at the seam of them. When she pulls away, you look up to Zelda, and she does the same, the kiss gentle and tender, a caress to your lips as her arms wrap tighter around your waist.

You're breathless when you part, and Lilith's hand grazes up your bare thigh, sliding beneath your nightdress, and she looks to Zelda and smirks.

“How about we show our girl just how much we love and appreciate her, hm Zelds?”

Zelda chuckles and nips at your earlobe, and you bite your lip, letting your eyes drift shut.

“I think that's a marvellous idea. We're going to worship you, little one.”

You let them lower you to the bed, allow yourself to succumb to the gentle kisses peppering your body as they strip you, feeling boneless, light headed, as if you're floating as hands caress at your skin, both women whispering sweet words of love, praising you, worshipping you, devouring you. They make you feel desired, wanted, and loved, and when the two women have taken turns coaxing you over the edge several times, you fall asleep entwined with the both of them, legs tangled, hands squeezing yours, and you feel safe in their arms.

#madam spellman x reader #madam spellman #madam satan #madam satan x reader #lilith x reader #lilith #zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman #caos fanfiction #caos

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veenussposts · 5 years ago

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Taeyong as a wizard (and your boyfriend)

Taeyong's family was recognized in the world of magic because they all held important positions in the Ministry of Magic. And your family was important too. For this reason, both have known each other since you have memory.

Both have been inseparable since the day you met. You two were like a wizard and his wand because you couldn't be separated for a long time.

You two went to Hogwarts together as you were the same age. Everything was happiness and giggles but when it was time to sort the house to which you would belong, Taeyong's world collapsed when he was sorted in Slytherin and you in Ravenclaw.

At the beginning he did not understand why it hurt so much not to be with you 24/7. At first, he thought it was because of the habit of always being with you, but as the years went by, that feeling did not disappear but grew bigger.

Obviously you kept in touch: you talked every day, sometimes you had lunch together and even if Taeyong needed help with his homework you were there to help him. But that didn't stop Taeyong from frowning every time he saw you talking with your friends about riddles or his heart breaking every time you chose a Ravenclaw student to be your potion partner instead of him.

“You are jealous” Said a Ravenclaw girl who sat next to him because you had sat down with other person. "You're jealous because you're in love with him"

"I'm not in love with him"

"Tell that to your eyes then because they shine every time you see him"

He was in love with you?

That question had no answer until one year after being asked when both were about to start a duel. The wands of both of you were pointing towards each other, waiting for the professor in charge of neither being injured giving the okay to start. Taeyong's hands were shaking and his eyes couldn't help staring at you.

When the duel began, he froze and no spell came out of his mouth because he simply couldn't do it. Taeyong couldn't hurt you, or send you flying through the air or make you feel embarrassed in front of your friends.

He just wanted to hug you, protect you and be by your side.

That day, after you won the duel with a simple "Expelliarmus", Taeyong realized that he was totally and madly in love with you and that he had been denying it for all these years.

But now he had another problem beyond his feelings. Did you feel the same about him or did you just want him as a friend?

At that point, Taeyong had nothing to lose and if he had something to lose, it was better to risk it everything.

Maybe in the most remote part of your heart you felt something for him.

Taeyong planned for weeks the best way to confess: riddles. You loved them, you could spend hours solving them so he thought of a series of riddles that would take you through special places in the castle where both had spent beautiful moments.

From the first riddle that he left anonymously tied in your cat's neck with a cute green ribbon, you started to go crazy solving them. It took you three days to solve all the riddles and find the last one that asked you to go to the dueling room when you were ready to discover the mystery behind all those riddles.

Of all the emotions that Taeyong could have felt when he saw you enter through the great door of the dueling room, he could only feel tranquility and love. Only you had that effect on him, only your rare and tender smile could calm all his nerves in just an instant.

"Oh Tae, what are you doing here?" You said a little bit confused to see him standing there, playing with a small roll of paper. "Don't tell me you..."

Taeyong couldn't help laughing at the sight of how your eyes widened and your mouth opened so much that he could fit two apples inside. You put your hands on your head simulating an explosion while you made strange noises with your mouth.

"My brain exploded but... Why have you done all this?"

"There is still one more riddle"

His fingers touched yours for a moment when he gave you the last piece of paper. According to him it was the most difficult of all since it simply said a word: "beginning"; but for you it was a piece of cake.

Your hands went into the pockets of your robe and you took out all the previous riddles that you had already solved. Without thinking twice, you began to read the first letters of all the sentences, realizing that they formed a phrase that made your heart pound like crazy.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" You read aloud and for the second time in the day your childhood crush and best friend managed to exploit your brain. "Did you do all this for me?"

"You deserve the best" His eyes closed automatically when your soft hand caressed his cheek.

"You deserve the best too" You leaned towards Taeyong and laid your lips on his, printing on that kiss everything you felt for the Slytherin. You kissed him slowly, savoring the brush of his lips against yours. He responds instantly, his arms tensed and he pressed you against his chest. "That's why only I can be your boyfriend, I'm the best wizard in the castle"

"If you say so, my little raven"

Taeyong is a small cinnamon roll around you and he can't stop smiling at how happy he is when he is with you.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me”

CLINGY

Doing homework together in the library.

He believes absolutely everything you say because he thinks there is no one smarter and wiser than you. Please, never tell him the wrong answers when he asks you for help with his homework because he will write anything you say even if it makes no sense for him.

Taeyong loves annoying you for attention. In the other hand, you want attention too but also don’t want to be bothered when you study.

Everyone is afraid of Taeyong because of his rough face but in reality they should be afraid of you.

Once a student made fun of your boyfriend for losing a duel and a week later, when he had to compete with you, you sent him to the infirmary with a spell called “Contracturo”.

Very protective.

“I promise to be always there for you. We are a team, you and me. I'm on your side, to support you and to build you up when you are feeling down. I'm here to encourage you and to cheer you, to be your best friend and to love you ”

He calls you "my wise raven" or "sugarplum".

He understands your perfectionist side and he always makes sure you remember to eat and rest eight hours.

POWER COUPLE

Together you two are invincible in whatever you set out to do.

Both always send to each other flying kisses from across the Great Hall.

Gets very flustered when you compliment him.

He loves to see you excited because you start to make small jumps while you clap. He could spend hours listening to you talk about random things while he plays with your cat.

“I'm head over heels, deeply and crazily in love with you”

#kpop #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x male reader #kpop x you #kpop x reader #nct u #nct 127 #nct taeyong #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x male reader #nct x reader #nct x you #the next one is johnny 🦡

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rinasred · 5 years ago

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Night falls, I'm cast beneath her spell.

An hournite fic -

Summary: Rick has been engaging with a mystery girl online, he hopes that she reveals herself to be his long time crush beth... maybe he gets what he's hoping for. <3

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Rick had always been good at keeping things to himself. He never understood how some people can go around telling others every aspect of their own lives. He was especially that way in school and on social media. His classmates knew absolutely nothing about him, if you asked them they'd probably just say he's the angry kid with the drunken dad (of course no one knew he’s actually his uncle). Or recently they'll mention how he hangs out with those weird girls all the time, meaning Beth, Yolanda and Courtney. But that's about all the knowledge Rick's peers have about him.

Sitting on his bed rick scrolls through his Instagram feed, where he keeps himself anonymous. A noise comes from his phone to show that he has a notification. It's a message, and there's only one person it can be from. He checks it to see that it's from a user by the name of BubblyGirl04. A grin comes across Rick's face as he reads the notification. Rick and this girl have been messaging non stop for the past months, they've been talking even before he found out about hourman and the JSA.

With a giant smile on his face Rick opens the message to see an image attached, it's a photo of delicious looking pasta. Under it the mystery girl wrote.

Bubblygirl04: So... What do you think? Do i just get better or what?

YellowMustang: It looks amazing, my mouth is actually watering up... And to answer your question, yes, you do in fact get better.

Bubblygirl04: Thanks!! You're too sweet for you own good!! <3

Rick looks up from his phone, his face heats up as his cheeks turn a reddish color. Luckily he was alone in his room, he would die if anyone caught him blushing the way he is now.

BubblyGirl04: So tell me, do you think that i should join the cooking class at our school? I don't want that to make it easier for you to figure me out.

YellowMustang: Join as you please, I don't think the cooking instructor will see you coming. She's probably gonna have to call up Gordon Ramsay to our school.

YellowMustang: Alsoooo... What's so scary about me figuring out who you are??

Bubblygirl04: Lmaoo Gordon Ramsay? No i definitely can't handle the pressure of him tasting my food, i would go into anxiety overload. And we talked about this, I don't think i'm ready to reveal who i am... Not quite yet anyway.. sorry :(

Just like that, he could feel his heart sink in his chest. Like blades being pulled out of it, he would always suggests that she tells him who she is, but she never seems to be ready. But Rick could understand, he wasn't sure if he was ready to reveal himself to her yet. He would never admit it but he was afraid she'd be disappointed. She's sweet, smart, talented and funny, he couldn't imagine losing her because he wasn't good enough.

Yellowmustang: Yeah ok, don't be sorry, i understand.. it's just.. sometimes i wish we could be something real.

Bubblygirl04: We are real?? Are we not??? We talk everyday, and we tell each other everything about our lives?

Yellowmustang: ... It's not real until i get to hold you... It's not real until i get to whisper in you ear that you're mine..

-read-

Rick's mind made up so many situations as to why she didn't reply, it's been forty minutes since he had sent the text and still, nothing. He lays down on his bed with both palms covering his face. He groans when the thought of his message comes across his mind. He wonders if he should get up and do something to distract himself, but honestly nothing can really take him mind of this girl.

A ping can be heard from his phone, Rick jumps up and sees the phone laying at the bottom of his bed. He chuckles with the hope that it's a text from the mystery girl. Leaning forward he grabs the phone and checks the notification. The banner across his phone reads "JSA GC". It was from the imessage group chat that him and the girls made a few weeks back. His excitement toned down when he realized it wasn't from the girl he had hoped.

Courtney: Rick!! WTF!?!??! You're like super late, where are you??!?!

Yolanda: Relax Court, i'm sure he's just held up... Rick we need you here, pat has a whole thing set up for us... You know how he is.

Rick: Sorry, i had something come up. But i'm on my way.

Rick sends the text and quickly gets up and puts on his shoes. He puts his hoodie on and rushes out the door. He knew that if he were any later, he would never hear the end of it from Courtney. He gets in his yellow mustang that belonged to his father, thanks to pat it's now a working engine. Driving to the Pit stop where the group is, Rick couldn't help but ponder on everything that happened with the mystery girl. But he knew he couldn't think about that at practice, he needed to have his full attention on practicing, the injustice society was still out there somewhere and they needed to be stopped.

Arriving at the pit stop entrance Rick is approached by Courtney immediately.

"What the hell rick? It took you long enough, doesn't taking down the ISA mean anything to you?" Courtney lectures.

"Yeah of course it does you know that, i just.. got caught up in something but it's fine now."

Yolanda walks towards Rick as she stands besides Courtney. "You okay rick?" Yolanda questions. She looks at Rick with a sincere concerned look, she could tell something had been bothering him.

Rick pretends not to notice her concern. "Yeah, i'm fine. Can we just get started already." He says while walking further into the pit stop. He notices Pat has dummies of the ISA up again, well at least they aren't as cheesy looking as the ones Courtney destroyed. There are around four cpr dummies on sticks decorated with makeup and costumes resembling the ISA members. Wow, is this what pat spends all his free time doing? Rick thought.

"Rick! Good to see you buddy. Alright now that we're all here, i'll tell you what we're going to be studying today." Pat stated to the four teens as they stand in front of the bleachers awaiting his instructions.

While Pat was rambling on about teamwork and it's important on the field, Rick zoned out after noticing Beth. Something was different, her hair wasn't down as it usually it, it was braided down into crown braids. Rick stared in awe as she shyly looked at Pat while paying close attention to what he was saying, she cared so much about these missions and never missed a single practice. Rick admired her efficiency, he admired her everything.

"Alright so today we're going to be focusing on how your abilities work together on the field. So we will start off with each of you being paired with one another and we'll see how you can use your powers to help each other out. Then we'll do one last practice with all four of you, got it?" Pat explained.

"Got it." The three girls say in unison.

"O-oh, yeah got it." Rick says shortly after them once he's focus is back on pat and off of beth.

Pat sets the dummy of icicle in the center of the room. "Alright first we need Courtney and Yolanda, let's see how stargirl and wildcat can work together to beat icicle." Pat states.

Courtney picks up the cosmic staff from beside her feet, she gets in a fighting stance. "Alright, i was born for this." She lets out eagerly.

"Uhh, Yeah me too!" Yolanda adds on.

"Okay let's go, and while we're practicing, Rick and Beth you guys can wait on the bleachers until it's your turn." Pat explains.

Beth goes to seat in the middle of the bleachers and sits down before taking out her phone and staring at it longingly. Rick's eyes follow her as he can't help but to gaze at her.

"Gee, i get lectured for being late only to be benched? Quite a team we have going here." Rick complains sarcastically before walking to sit next to beth, his legs began to rush because of his excitement of finally be able to be with her all day but he tries to slow down as to not seem too eager.

Booms and zaps can be heard as Courtney and Yolanda practice on the dummies. As always Courtney is complimenting herself after every success and Yolanda is just excited to put use of all the amazing things her cat suit can do. Rick watches them practice for a second before turning to Beth, she still had a sorrowful look on her face as she stared at her phone.

Rick notices she hasn't said a word to him all day, which was unusual of Beth, she's usually the first to initiate every conversation. She didn't ask anyone how their days were or talk about all the amazing things her and chuck talked about, nothing.

Taking a deep breath Rick tries to think of something to say to break the silence. "So... How are you beth?" He asks, sliding closer to her on the bench.

Beth looks up from her phone and towards Rick, their eyes meet. Rick heart begins to beat out of his chest as he glanced into her honey brown eyes.

"Oh hi rick.." Beth says looking up from her phone. "I'm fine... Super excited for practice.. How about you?" Beth says, not sounding like her normal chipper self.

Rick couldn't help but think back to the mystery girl, because for a while he had hoped beth would reveal that she was behind the account. It made sense, both beth and the mystery girl had so much in common. They both are have no siblings, they have distant parents and not to mention their talent for cooking and baking. But Rick thought he was just getting his hopes up, he felt as if he let his existing crush on beth cloud his judgement.

Even though Rick really liked this mystery girl, his heart belonged to beth since the first grade. Ever since she was the only one to remember his birthday (rick's asshat of an uncle was too drunk to bother remembering). She brought him in cupcakes that she made herself, they were chocolate and fudge, with vanilla frosting and the words "happy b day rick" written on top in green frosting. Him and Beth sat together at recces that day and at the cupcakes on the bench.

Rick was never the type to remember specific details, but he could easily go on about the gorgeous blue sundress beth wore that day, he remembered her telling him she wanted to wear something special for his big day. She sang him happy birthday in the most beautiful harmony. He never forgot how beautiful she sounded, even when the teachers couldn't bother to do something for his birthday, he knew he could always count on beth.

"I'm okay i guess." Rick responds fidgeting in his seat.

"Well thats good to hear." Beth says going to look back at her phone.

Rick notices how often she had been staring at her phone screen today, which was fairly unusual. Beth was never the type to use her phone during conversations. "You waiting on a text?" Rick suggests, hoping to get some type of explanation out of her.

Beth jumps and quickly puts her phone away upon hearing those words. "No, it's nothing i was just thinking about something a friend of mine sent me." She says vaguely, turning her vision to rick finally.

He could tell something was wrong, he knew her better than he knew himself. "Hey, how about we let wildcat and stargirl do their thing in here, and go get some fresh air while we wait for our turn." Rick suggests, hoping to get some alone time with beth for the first time today.

"Sure! I could use a breath of fresh air." Beth responds, getting up and walking towards the exist, rick follows behind her.

The summer sun rays touch Rick's skin, the heat was really starting to come in now that summer has officially started. He smiled and watched as beth took off her cardigan and tied it around her waist.

"So, umm beth... I think i have something that i want to ask you, i mean i have been wanting to ask you about this for some time, but i was a little too embarrassed in case you'd say no and it's well its a lot-" Rick rambled on, preparing himself for what he was about to ask, he couldn't believe he had finally gained the courage to do so.

Beth walk closer to rick, placing her hand gently on his arm to calm his nerves. "What is it rick? You know you can tell me anything!" She reassures him.

He did know, thats what made her so amazing. "Beth... I have feelings for you." Rick admits.

For a second it felt like time had stopped as rick glanced at beth's precious face to see her reaction to his words. She gapes her mouth and her eyes widen in shock. He soft hold on Rick's arm becomes a soft grip.

"You... have feelings for me?" Beth asks rhetorically. Rick nods his head in responds, he slightly pouts, afraid of what she might say next.

"Do you feel the same way?" He asks. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, his palms were dripping with sweat. He felt as if he could faint any second.

Beth eyes light up, her shocked expression turns into a grin. "Oh my god- RICK!?!? OF COURSE I LIKE YOU!" She shouts as she rushes in for a hug.

The warmth of Beth affection calms Rick down immanently, a grin as bright as the sun comes across rick's face as he sighs out of relief. They embrace each other for some time, not even realizing how much time had passed.

Once the hugs ends, beth lays her hands on rick's shoulders, as he grabs her waist slighting to bring her closer to his height. Rick's heart flutters as he stares into beth's eyes, he would always catch glances of her eyes when they hung out, but he was always to shut to look into them for too long. But not today, he felt like he could stare into her eyes forever, looking at her had always made him feel safe.

Rick couldn't even think about the mystery girl, whoever she was, if she wasn't beth, it didn't matter to him.

"Can i confess something to you Rick?" Beth questions, with a look of concern in her eyes.

"You can tell me anything, beth." Rick replies, he knew that she couldn't say anything that would dim his happiness. The girl of his dreams had just admitted to having feelings for him too, this moment was too special to be ruined.

"Well, i've kind of been having a thing with this guy-" Beth begins, those words sank Rick's heart. He never experienced such intense jealousy in his life, the euphoria he felt had slowly began to fade away as he listened to beth speak.

"And well we met online and never actually talked in person, in fact i'm not exactly sure who he is. And I don't know if i'm gonna keep talking to him, because... whenever i talk to him, i've always imagined you." Beth lets out.

Rick's joy comes rushing back upon hearing the end of beth's sentence. She imagined him, even when she talked to other guys, he always dreamed of being on her mind as much as she was on his. Then slowly, rick's logic comes into play when he ponders upon beth's situation with this guy.

He thought back to how he was in an exact similar situation but with a girl, could it be? After all this time imagining beth, could it actually be that Rick was right.

Before he could even think of the words to say in response to beth's confession, rick leans in his lips brushed her, delicately. The warmth from her lips caused rick to shiver as he cupped the back of her neck with his right hand.

After a while, when the kiss is over, rick dazedly stared into beth's eyes again. She stared back, her face surprised but pleased with Rick's response.

"Hey beth." He says.

"Yes?" She replies.

Rick leans into her ear and whispers, "You're mine." He could feel beth freeze up upon hearing him speak those words, just like that it clicked to her as well. "Now it's real." He says finally.

#hournite #hournite fic #fanfic #beth chapel #rick tyler #Courtney Whitmore #Yolanda Montez #pat dugan #stargirl #dc stargirl #my work

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lost-your-memory · 5 years ago

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"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified." For Supercat. 😊

Okay so this is an AU in which Kara’s a student at NCU and also the captain of the all girls soccer team. Cat is a single mother with a five years old baby Carter who loves Dinosaurs and Spaghettis. Also, Alex and Lucy are a couple. Hope you like it, it’s full of fluff.

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“This day can’t possibly get worse,” Kara grumbles, carefully placing her coffee on the table before sitting down in front of it.

In front of her, Alex barely glances up from her laptop. Dark circles underline her eyes, she looks a little disheveled and her pale-blue shirt is crumpled, showing a little red stain near her collar.

“All things considered, maybe my day isn’t going so bad … you look terrible,” Kara frowns, tilting her head to the side. “When was the last time you took a shower?”

“Fuck off,” Alex groans, her fingers hitting the keyboard with a little too much force. The laptop is a little old and the keys make a lot of noise, especially under the older Danvers stressful typing.

Kara winces but decides against saying something. Instead, she simply grabs her cup and raises it to her lips.

“Ah, the Danvers sisters!”

She jumps in surprise and almost spills her coffee, catching herself at the very last second.

“Geez Luce! Don’t do that again,” Kara protests before looking up to greet one of her best friend. As soon as her eyes land on the younger Lane, her mind goes blank. “Uh …”

Lucy’s wearing her full business attire, a pencil grey shirt and matching jacket, a perfectly ironed white shirt and a pair of Louboutins. She’s perfectly put together, from the light make-up to make her skin glow to the way her hair softly flows in waves around her features.

“Damn girl, you look good!” Kara eventually smiles, finally recovering the usage of her voice.

“Why, thank you! It was mock-trial this morning,” Lucy replies, her smile a little smug and her voice lined with pride. “Hi babe. Still working on your paper?”

Lucy sits down next to Alex and drops a kiss on her cheek, earning herself a smile. It’s brief but it’s sweet and the older Danvers slows down in her typing. She seems to relax a little next to Lucy and even though she doesn’t stop writing, she seems a little more at ease.

“The deadline is tomorrow and I’m nowhere near finished,” Alex nods with a frustrated sigh.

“What do you need?” Lucy asks, stealing a sip off Kara’s cup.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Kara protests, retrieving her coffee and keeping it in her hands.

“I need Mrs Luthor to come down with a bad case of whatever disease will keep her in bed for at least a week,” Alex groans, sounding tired and a little whiny.

Kara shakes her head and gives her sister an apologetic look “Lena says her mom’s never sick …”

“I know! It’s so unfair,” Alex sighs again.

After that, she gets back to her writing and Kara and Lucy start up a conversation about the upcoming spring break.

---Kara’s strolling down the aisles of the supermarket, looking for Alex’s specific beers, when something crashes in her legs. She lets out a painful gasp before looking down, her eyes falling into a pair of sheepish, shy blue eyes that belongs to a very young boy.

“Whoa, easy buddy! Are you alright?” Kara asks, letting go of her cart to crouch down in front of the little boy. He doesn’t look much older than six or seven, dark blond curls bouncing around his face and there’s a few cartoon dinosaurs plastered on his navy sweater. “Are you hurt?”

The boy shakes his head no and then offers her a tiny, uncertain smile. Kara instantly returns the gesture, widely smiling at the boy.

“Cool sweater, by the way. I love dinosaurs,” Kara says, pointing toward the clothes.

That seems to do the trick because the next thing she knows, the boy is suddenly babbling about tyrannosaurus and velociraptors and Kara would have never thought, not in a million years, that someone so young could so easily cite dinosaurs species.

“Whoa, slow down kid. First thing first, what’s your name? I’m pretty sure it’s not T-Rex …” Kara teases and the boy giggles, shaking his head no.

“No, silly! I’m Carter,” the boy says with a grin. “What’s your name?”

“Very nice to meet you, Carter. My name is Kara,” Kara replies and very seriously extends a hand to him. He looks very pleased and takes it without hesitating. “Now, where are your parents? You look a little young to do your grocery shopping all by yourself.”

“I dunno,” Carter says and he suddenly looks a little afraid. “I wanted to see the stuffed pandas, but … I can’t find them.”

His lower lip wobbles and Kara can see the tears gathering in his blue eyes. She smiles and offers him her hand again “Well, let’s go find the pandas!”

Carter hesitates for just a few seconds before placing his hand in hers. Kara grabs her cart with her free hand and starts pushing. “Who’s doing the shopping though, if you’re only here for the stuffed animals? I’m pretty sure you don’t eat stuffed animals … right?”

Carter giggles again. “You’re silly! Mom’s buying the food.”

Kara laughs “Oh, I’m very silly, my sister always says so. Now let’s go find your mom and then we’ll ask her to show you the pandas. How about that?”

Carter nods, looking a little more peaceful now.

“What does she look like, your mother? Does she like dinosaurs too?” Kara asks, keeping an eye on all the women they cross path with. She figures the first panicked one she sees will be Carter’s mother.

“I dunno, she don’t talk about it much,” Carter shrugs.

“She doesn’t,” Kara corrects, absentmindedly. Carter glances up at her with a frown. “She doesn’t talk about it, not she don’t.”

He shrugs again and stays quiet.

“What’s your mom’s name?” Kara asks and when Carter looks at her, she sees the incomprehension in his eyes and figures he must be even younger than she first thought.

“Mom,” Carter replies, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It makes Kara chuckle, lightly.

“Of course, my bad. So, what does she look like?” Kara pushes, because it’s a big supermarket and the aisles are wide and long. She doesn’t want to leave a panicked mom waiting.

“Like me,” Carter answers with another shrug and Kara thinks she might need to go to the cashiers and ask one of them to make an announcement.

She’s considering it when a shout echoes behind her. “Carter!”

Kara and the little boy turn around at the same time to see a woman run their way.

She’s small but fast, with short blond hair flowing around her features as her heels hit the bland floor tile and dressed in casual blue-jeans and a soft grey pull over, a purse hanging from her shoulder.

“Mom!” Carter says, letting go of Kara’s hand to run toward his mother.

Kara stays back and watches as the woman sweeps her son off the floor and hugs him tightly, a little desperately even. She doesn’t hear what Carter says to his mother but after a little while, the woman approaches her, the little boy still in her arms.

“Thank you, so much,” the woman eventually says and up close, Kara can see the hazel green eyes. They’re shining with relief and she sounds extremely grateful. “Carter says you were trying to find me …”

“It’s nothing, really,” Kara smiles and shakes her head. “I was about to head to the cashiers so they could announce it in the mic …”

“I’m really grateful you found him, I don’t know what …” the woman chokes on her words and hugs Carter a little more.

“It was a pleasure, we had some fun talking about dinosaurs and stuffed pandas,” Kara explains and she waves at the boy, who returns it with a grin.

“Kara like dinos!” Carter explains, one hand playing with his mother’s hair and the other waving in Kara’s direction.

“Does she, now?” the woman smiles, looking a little more at ease now. “I’m guessing Kara is your name?”

“Kara Danvers, yes. Despite the circumstances, it’s a pleasure to meet you and your son,” Kara extends a hand again. The woman’s handshake is firm, commanding but her skin is soft and warm.

“Cat Grant,” the mother introduces herself. “The little runaway here is Carter Grant but you probably already know that.”

“Don’t worry, he was a perfect gentleman,” Kara grins and she then starts to walk away. “Have a nice day, Miss Grant, Carter …”

“Don’t go!” Carter calls after her and Kara stops, not knowing what to do. She throws a helpless look at Cat and to her surprise, the woman is smiling.

“Seems like you got a fan, Miss Danvers,” Cat says before she looks at her son. The little boy moves to whisper something in her ear that has Cat nod. “How about we all go together for a coffee, a tea, or whatever drink you millenial like nowadays?”

Kara chuckles, a little surprised by the witty comment.

“Hm, I don’t want to intrude … And uh … I’m supposed to meet with my sister in a few hours,” Kara replies, looking a little uncertain.

“It’s just a non-alcoholic, child supervised drink, Miss Danvers,” Cat sasses, rolling her eyes. She looks amused now, despite the few traces of fear still flashing in her green eyes.

Carter is looking at her and his bright blue eyes are so full of hope she doesn’t have the heart to say no. She’s always been too soft when it came to kids.

“Alright, alright,” Kara relents, helpless in the face of Carter’s happy smile. “I’ll meet you in front of the supermarket in half an hour, I still need to do some actual shopping!”

Carter waves as she goes away and she hears him say “See you!” It’s the first time she smiles all the way through grocery shopping.

—

“Kara” Alex calls, looking up as her sister crosses their living room. “Is there something you want to tell me, about this babysitting gig?”

Kara narrows her eyes at her sister. “What do you mean?”

“Kara, you’re wearing a dress,” Alex gestures to her sister’s outfit with a knowing look in her eyes.

“So? It’s almost summer, what’s wrong with a dress?”

“Nothing’s wrong with a dress. Just, it’s not something I’d wear if I was on my way to babysit a five years old boy,” Alex retorts without missing a beat.

“Alex, leave Kara alone,” Lucy interrupts, coming out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. “I know her crush is visible from space but it’s not a reason to tease her about it.”

Kara sputters and stammers incoherently as Lucy crosses the room and drops a kiss on Alex’s lips before disappearing in their bedroom.

“I do not … I’m not … it’s not … I’m … Whaaaat?”

“Your eloquence is … impressive,” Alex sasses, eyebrow up in a sarcastic call-out.

“I don’t have … it’s not a crush,” Kara eventually manages to say, not sounding very convincing.

“Sure it’s not,” Alex laughs, picking up her book from the coffee table. “Have fun babysitting, Kara. Let us know about that non-crush of yours when you come back.”

Kara wants to protest but then her phone chimes with a text and it’s from Cat.

The smile that graces her lips is so impossibly soft and sweet, Alex rolls her eyes and mutters something about Kara being whipped.

Kara doesn’t hear her, she’s too busy tying an answer.

—

“Hi buddy!” Kara greets the little boy with a smile as she steps into Cat’s penthouse. “Have you behaved yourself while I was gone?”

Carter runs to her and raises his arms for Kara to pick him up, so Kara does. He smells like kid’s shampoo and her smile widen when he burrow his nose against her shoulder.

“I missed you,” Carter mumbles, making Kara’s heart flutter with love and affection. “Don’t go again.”

Kara laughs and hugs Carter, bringing him back to the living room as she explains “Aww, but I had to go, my mom was missing me too. It was only gone a month and she was as happy to see me as you are now.”

“Did she hug you, too?” Carter asks, not letting Kara put him down.

“She did!” Kara says and the little boy looks a little lost, almost sad, so Kara rushes to add “She’s a grown up though, she doesn’t give as good hugs as you do. Your hugs are the very best!”

“You should stop spoiling him, you know?” Cat’s voice echoes from a little further in the penthouse and it takes a minute before she steps into view. Kara’s heart skips a beat at the sigh of her.

She’s wearing a strapless, deep-blue cocktail dress that hugs all her lines and her curves in every right ways and her hair is a little longer now, brushing her naked shoulders with every moves she makes. She fixing a pair of silver earing that matches her necklace and her smile is wide and soft when her eyes meet Kara’s.

“Hello Kara,” She breathes, the name rolling of her tongue. “I’m happy to see you again.”

“What, no hug? Pfff,” Kara manages to joke, making Carter giggle against her shoulder.

Cat rolls her eyes but her smile doesn’t waver.

“He has already had a bath, there was some chocolate incident this afternoon …” Cat explains, moving forward to cross the living room. “Dinner’s in the oven and I should be back a little after one, is that alright with you?”

Kara nods and tries to put down Carter again but he’s clinging to her like a koala, so she keeps him in her arms.

“No problem, enjoy your evening,” Kara replies with a smile.

She feels that familiar twinge of longing and jealousy in her stomach but she’s used to it. She knows Cat Grant is out of her league but every time she sees the CEO getting ready for an evening out, she feels it hurt a little.

“Kara, dinosaurs!” Carter suddenly comes alive in her arms and she puts him down on the floor.

“Whoa buddy, easy. I still can’t read your mind, you need to speak in sentences,” Kara laughs and Carter grabs her hand.

“I got new dinosaurs, come see!”

Kara throws one last glance at Cat, who waves her away with a soft smile, before she follows the little boy to his bedroom.

—

“How did it go?” Cat asks, stepping into the living room with her heels in one hand and her phone in the other.

Kara looks up from her book and smiles. “I struggled a little to put him to bed, he kept saying he didn’t want me to go again, but after a two stories, he was fast asleep. Otherwise, he was a perfect gentleman, like always.”She gets up and stretches, hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand.

“How was your time away with your family? You look good,” Cat says and Kara blushes a little.

“It was good! I spent my time sleeping, eating, reading and surfing. Coming back is a little weird, but I’m really happy to see Carter.” Kara explains, moving around to gather her belongings.

“You surf?” Cat sounds a little impressed. Kara nods and brings up her phone to show her a picture.

“Alex wanted to try her new camera, so here’s some proof,” Kara says, letting Cat have a look at the few pictures that show her riding a wave.

“Not bad,” Cat praises and she drops her heels next to the couch before moving to the liquor cabinet. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No thank you, I should probably go,” Kara shakes her head. “I have a game coming up tomorrow, I need all the sleep I can take.”

“Game?” Cat frowns, pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

“Soccer, Miss Grant. I’m the captain of the NCU all girl team …” Kara explains, not missing the glint of interest that sparkles in Cat’s hazel eyes. “You and Carter are welcome to come and cheer on us, if you want.”To her surprise, Cat jumps on the invitation “We would like that, yes, very much so. Text me the time and the address?”

“Sure thing,” Kara nods and she steps away toward the exit. “Good night Miss Grant.”

“Good night, Kara. Thank you for tonight,” Cat replies, softly.

—

“Well damn Kara, she’s hot!” Lucy whistles, eying Cat as she sits in the bleachers, Carter on her lap.

“Stop ogling!” Kara warns, through her gritted teeth.

She waves at Cat and waits for her to tell Carter where to look before waiving again. The little boy gives her a wide smile and two thumbs up.

“Awwww that boy is so cute!” Lena comes trotting to them. “I’m guessing this is Carter and the woman holding him is the infamous Cat Grant, Kara’s big crush?”

“I hate you,” Kara groans, hiding her blush in between her hands.

“Nah, you don’t. Now, where’s your sister? Coach Henshaw is looking for her,” Lena laughs, efficiently distracting Kara.

“She’s over there, I think she’s talking to Sam,” Kara waves in the general direction of her sister, who seems to be engrossed in a deep conversation with their new attacker. “I’m just going to go say hi, I’ll be right back.”

“Sure,” Lucy and Lena say at once, a knowing smirk showing on their lips.

“Shut up,” Kara groans before trotting up to Cat and Carter.

“Hi buddy! Hello Miss Grant! Thanks for coming,” Kara greets them with a smile, fidgeting a little with the hem of her white and blue jersey.

“You look very sporty, in this outfit,” Cat says with a mocking smirk but Kara notices she keeps glancing at her bare legs and exposed arms. Instinctively, she flexes them and watches as Cat swallows, hard.

“Go win!” Carter cheers and Kara laughs, leaning forward to drop a kiss on his forehead.

“Thanks buddy! See you!” Kara jogs away, back to Lena and Lucy and the way they knowingly waggle their eyebrows at her.

—

Her phone goes off in the middle of the night and Kara jolts awake, her eyes wide and her breath laboured.

Her first reflex is to stretch but her muscles burn in protest. She’s still so sore, recovering from the few unfair tackles she had to endure during the game. She eventually reaches for her phones and sees that Cat’s calling, at 3am on a Sunday.

“Miss Grant? Is everything alright?” Kara says, pressing the phone against her ear.

“Kara! I didn’t know who … else to call, I’m … sorry …” Cat sounds panicked and breathless and there’s only one thing that would cause such a reaction from her. Kara jumps out of her bed and starts dressing up.

“Take a deep breath, Miss Grant. Now,” Kara commands and Cat does as she said. Kara waits another handful of second before asking “What’s wrong?”A strangled sob echoes in the line before Cat comes through “I’m in the hospital, Carter started throwing up a few hours ago, he’s burning hot with fever and he has trouble breathing … I …. I didn’t know who else to … I’m sorry …”

“Where are you? Which hospital?” Kara asks, grabbing her car keys and her leather jacket before exiting her room. She’s as quiet as she can when she leaves the apartment she shares with her sister and Lucy.

Cat gives her the hospital’s name and floor.

“I’m on my way,” Kara says as she climbs in her car.

—

Something brushes against her cheek.

It’s soft, warm and very light but Kara feels it anyway. It starts again, stroking her skin with just a little more pressure and so Kara open her eyes, blearily.

She’s curled on the couch in the penthouse, Carter held tightly in her arms, and Cat’s leaning over them.

Kara’s still half asleep but she can see the softness in Cat’s hazel eyes, the tenderness in her smile and the affection in the way she presses her fingers against her skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kara whispers, not wanting to wake up the little boy.

She slowly moves away from the warm body pressed against hers and stands up. Without asking, she gathers Carter in her arms and brings him back to his bed. She pulls the cover on him and drops a kiss on his forehead before returning to the living room.

“I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep at some point and he decided to join me,” Kara explains, sleepily. She starts moving to gather her belongings. “I did put him to bed earlier in the evening but he kept waking up and asking for more stories …”

“It’s quite alright, Kara, don’t worry,” Cat gently says, waving away Kara’s apology. “He’s still having nightmare about the hospital trip and I’ve been told it’s normal, it will pass.”

Kara nods and rubs her eyes, trying to keep herself awake. She’s spreading herself thin lately, in between her classes, sports and the babysitting, not to mention trying to reign over her unrequited growing feelings for Cat.

“You should stay. You’re exhausted,” Cat says, stepping closer to Kara.

They rarely touch and Kara thinks Cat doesn’t like to be touched by anyone who’s not Carter. There has been a few times, like after the soccer game or at the hospital, where Cat had carelessly grabbed Kara’s arm or hand but it had been in the heat of some strong emotion.

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’m not too far away,” Kara shakes her head no.

She stifles a yawn and then moves toward the door.

“Please, stay,” Cat asks again, her voice soft and almost shy. “There’s a guest room for you, it’s safer than for you to drive back to the other side of National City in your state of exhaustion.”

Kara has to admit, it sounds very tempting.

She’s tired to the bones and she knows it would take her too long to drive back, she wouldn’t get much sleep before she needs to get back up to go to her classes.

“You might be right,” Kara sighs and Cat chuckles lightly. “Alright, thank you,”

Cat doesn’t say anything, simply gesturing for Kara to follow her to the guest room.

—

“Alright, you have to tell her,” Alex says, closing her book with too much force. “This has been going on for almost six months now, you have to say something!”

Kara looks up from her bowl of cereals and frowns, looking lost.

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t play dumb with me,” Alex insists and this time, Lucy doesn’t swoop in to take Kara’s defense. The younger Lane, sat down next to her girlfriend, looks a little hesitant.

“Your sister has a point,” Lucy eventually sighs. “You’ve been pining for Cat ever since you’ve met her, it’s not exactly healthy …”

“Not you too,” Kara groans, putting more cereals in her mouth and avoiding looking in the general direction of her sister.

“Come on. You’ve been really sad lately, it’s like you’re nothing but the shadow of yourself and the only times we get to have you back is when you talk with Carter on the phone,” Alex says and despite the cutting edge in her voice, Kara knows it’s because her sister is worried about her.

“That’s not …”

Alex cuts her off before she can finish her sentence. “It’s the truth and you know it. Lena’s worried about you too, even though she doesn’t want to be the one talking to you about it.”Kara can’t help the feeling of betrayal that creeps into her heart. “Don’t blame Lena, we all know you’ve been neglecting soccer, the team, you barely manage to stay afloat with your classes …”

“Alex,” Lucy calls out, throwing a meaningful glare at her girlfriend.

“You’re depressed and I don’t like it,” Alex finishes, crossing her arms over her chest. The look in her eyes is full of worry and sadness, something like determination too. “Either you tell her about your feeling or you quit, but you can’t go on like this.”

After that, Kara burst in tears.

—

“You quit?” Cat asks, disbelief and hurt clear in her voice. She looks a little angry, Kara notices.

“I do, yes. I’m really sorry,” Kara amends, not meeting Cat’s eyes.

She couldn’t bring herself to talk about her feelings, too terrified it would cause Cat to take her distance and preventing her from seeing Carter anymore. Instead, she did as Alex asked and handed over her resignation letter. She’s heartbroken and feeling sick in her stomach but she tries to trust the voice in her head that says it’s for the best.

“Why?” Cat asks, her hands still holding Kara’s resignation letter. “Is it something I’ve done? Something Carter’s done?”

“Oh no, Miss Grant, please don’t think that. Ever,” Kara retorts, sharply looking up to meet Cat’s eyes this time, because she’s desperate for Cat to know it’s not their fault. “Carter is nothing but an angel and you’ve never said anything or done anything that made me feel uncomfortable or anything …”

“Then why are you quitting?” Cat asks again, a little louder this time.

“I’m …” Kara trails off, shaking her head. She can’t tell the truth, so she gives another form of the truth. “I’m behind in my classes and in my sport activities. I need to focus back on my Master and on the championship …”

Kara can tell Cat doesn’t believe her.

“That’s not it,” Cat counters, standing up from the couch and stepping closer to Kara, who takes a step back.

“Please, don’t,” Kara whispers, unable to stand being too close to Cat anymore. She’s nothing but agony, knowing she could never have Cat that way, and being too close only makes things worse.

“Kara,” Cat says, a little breathlessly. She steps forward again and invades Kara’s space, smelling like sandalwood and spices. It’s a little dizzying. “Why are you leaving?”

“I can’t …” Kara shakes her head again. Her already too fragile will is fading under Cat’s hazel eyes, melting like ice under the sunlight. “I can’t tell you that. Please, just let it go.”

“No,” Cat retorts, stepping closer again. She’s inches away now and Kara can’t think of nothing else but Cat. The tan on her skin, the hints of peach shampoo that waft everytime her hair moves, the sandalwood and spicy perfume, the golden freckles in her ever so green eyes, the faintest pink lipstick on her lips … She’s everywhere, unavoidable, unattainable.

Cat’s watching her with an unwavering look that makes Kara crumble and cave.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Kara breathes, the words escaping her lips before she can catch them back. She closes her eyes, knowing it’s too late, and finishes “And I’m terrified you won’t let me see Carter anymore, now that I’ve told you.”

For a moment, nothing happens. Cat doesn’t say anything so Kara keeps her eyes closed. She can’t bring herself to face the look of disgust or pity that’s probably etched on Cat’s features.

Soft lips suddenly land on hers, warm and a little inquisitive, demanding. Kara’s heart stops in her chest before it starts again, frantic and ecstatic. She answers the kiss without hesitating, drinking in the feeling of Cat’s mouth against her, tasting the notes of wine and chocolate and already learning the shape of Cat’s lips.

“Oh, you silly girl,” Cat whispers as she pulls back just a little. Kara opens her eyes, breathless and stunned. “I have dreamed of doing this since the moment I met you.”

Kara stares, unable to speak.

“You were standing in the coffee aisle of the supermarket and Carter called for you, asking you not to go,” Cat explains, dropping a kiss at the corners of Kara’s mouth. “You turned back and I just, I knew.”

Kara blinks, recalling that day in the supermarket, the way Carter had whispered something into his mother’s ear, the hopeful look he’d thrown his way afterward.

“You never … why didn’t you say anything?” Kara asks, hesitantly reaching a hand to brush away a few strands of Cat’s hair. Cat tilted her head into Kara’s palm.

“I’ve been such a coward, Kara. It’s ridiculous, truly,” Cat laughs a little. “I didn’t know how to keep you close without … so I asked you to be Carter’s babysitter. I started to go to all of my company’s events, event though I never did in the past. It was just an excuse to see you.”

Kara arches an amused brow. “That’s … quite an elaborated stratagem, really.”

“Tell me about it,” Cat laughs again, a little louder this time. “My favorite moment though, was when I got to steal a few minutes with you at the end of my night, before you left. I’ve always hated letting you go,” Cat says, looking a little sad.

“Why didn’t you say so? I hated leaving too,” Kara admits, leaning forward to kiss Cat again.

This time, she takes her time to truly explore the valleys of Cat’s lips, to discern the red wine from the strong chocolate and to tease with her tongue just enough to leave Cat breathless when she pulls back. Cat’s eyes are a little wide and unfocused after that.

“I … you’re so young and I’m … older,” Cat replies, suddenly looking very unsure, almost small. “I’m a business woman, a CEO, I have a media empire and a son … I also figured you probably had … someone in your life, someone younger. I didn’t think I had any chance at all.”

When Kara kisses Cat this time, it’s passionate and furious, full of passion and love. She’s not hiding anymore, not when she now knows she can have it all. It escalates to an open-mouthed kiss that leave them a little unsteady when they stop, all laboured breath and glazed eyes.

“Please, don’t go,” Cat asks, raising a hand to caress Kara’s cheek, pleading with her eyes.

“Oh no, I’m not going anywhere,” Kara smirks, eyes still a little hooded but her voice sure and strong.

Cat smiles in return and tugs Kara along to her bedroom.

—

“Where are you?” Alex demands, sounding very worried.

“Morning sis’,” Kara yawns in her phone, searching for a clock to see the time.

“It’s 2pm, not morning anymore,” Alex retorts. “Where have you been?”

Kara sits up in the bed and notices it’s not hers. She also realises she’s not wearing anything. Memories of last night flash in front of her eyes and she smiles, lazily so.

“Well …. I followed your advice and I went to see Cat to quit,” Kara replies, letting herself fall back into the pillow.

Alex doesn’t say anything for a while and then Lucy’s voice comes through.

“Since you didn’t even bother to send a text saying you weren’t coming back … Are we to assume you never left?”

“I never left, no. I … spent the night,” Kara giggles, feeling a little punch drunk with love.

“You go girl!” Lucy cheers, sounding genuinely happy. “Now, it’s all good and well but we do have a game in like one hour, and the team’s asking for their captain …”

“Oh crap!” Kara swears, scrambling up from the bed and looking for her clothes.

“Oh Kara, bring Cat and Carter along, it’s about time you properly introduce us,” Lucy says before hanging up.

Kara finds her underwears and her jeans and she’s closing the button of it when the door opens and Carter all but barges in, barrelling into her legs with a happy shout. “Karaaaaa!”

“Hi buddy!” Kara greets him, picking him up and holding it in her arms, despite the fact she still has to put on a shirt. “I thought you were with your father this weekend?”

“Mom come pick me up,” Carter shrugs. “Dad’s busy.”

Kara sighs and kisses the little boy on his forehead, not correcting him this time.

“Good morning Kara,” Cat says as she enters the room, holding a shirt in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other one.

“Oh my god, coffee, yes!” Kara perks up at the sight, it makes Cat laugh. “Also, as my sister so eloquently said, it’s not morning anymore and I am very, very, very late. I have a game in one hour …”

Cat looks a little dejected at this, so Kara steps forward and kisses her. It’s soft and tender, she still has Carter in her arms but it’s deep nonetheless.

“Wanna come with me? We could … go have dinner together afterward?” Kara suggests, eyes on Cat. “Also, my sister and her girlfriend would like to meet you.”

Cat’s eyes flash with fear but Carter’s already cheering, loudly “Yes! Soccer game and then spaghettis!”

It makes both women laugh with affection.

—

“You’re dirty,” Carter points out at all the grass and mud stains on Kara’s soccer uniform, scrunching his nose.

“It happens yes,” Kara laughs and kisses him on the forehead before claiming a kiss from Cat, who happily gives her and then scrunches her nose as well. “Alright, I can see you both have sensitive nose, I’m going to hit the shower. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Spaghettis!” Carter shouts after her, earning a laugh.

“You must be Carter,” says a woman with short brown hair as she steps closer. She’s also wearing a soccer uniform but it’s clean. She extends a hand to the little boy, who eyes her curiously “I’m Alex Danvers, Kara’s older sister. I’m the one calling her silly girl all the time.”

That does it, Carter instantly takes to her and shakes her hand. “Do you like dinosaurs too?”

“I do!” Alex cheers, a smile on her face as she looks up to Cat. “Speaking of it, I have something for you.”

She pulls of a stuffed dinosaurs from behind her back and Carter cheers, loudly.

“Very nice to meet you Miss Grant, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Alex eventually focuses on Cat, who looks a lot less comfortable than her son. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to give you a shovel talk or anything like that. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?” Cat asks, a little confused.

“You could have let her quit, instead of making her tell the truth,” Alex explains, a soft smile on her lips. “She’s been … running away from good things a lot in her life and it was killing me to see her so miserable lately. I’m glad you’re in it with her.”

“Oh,” Cat breathes, a little taken aback by Alex’s speech.

“Also, if you ever hurt her …”

“Alex!”

Another soccer player jogs down to them, looking at Alex with a meaningful glare. “We said no shovel talk!”

“But, I’m the big sister it’s my …” Alex starts to protest, looking a little chastised.

“No,” The woman orders, before turning to the mother and son. “Sorry about that. I’m Lucy Lane, Alex’s girlfriend and Kara’s best friend.”

“Hello,” Carter says, looking up from his stuffed dinosaur. “You’re very pretty.”

Lucy is awed and Alex nods approvingly, a soft smile on her face.

—

“Did Alex say something?” Kara asks, a hand trailing down Cat’s naked waist.

“She tried, I think, but Lucy came and shut her down,” Cat giggles, the sound echoing in the room like a sweet melody.

“I knew she’d try,” Kara shakes her head and drops a kiss against Cat’s shoulder. “She’s always been overly protective.”

“She loves you, I can only respect that,” Cat whispers before closing her hands around Kara’s face to pull her in for a kiss. “Will you stay?”

“I don’t know,” Kara says feigning to think about it. “Carter’s bed looks really comfy, I might be better off there …”

“Silly girl,” Cat laughs and then breathlessly kisses Kara, tugging her down in the bed with her.

#supercat #Kara x Cat #Supercat AU #Sentences prompt #baby carter #Alex x Lucy #University AU #Carter loves dino and pasta #Kara is a soccer player #Cat's hot #Alex is the MVP but Lucy is too #Fluff #so much fluff #i don't recognize myself #I need to write more angst

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emcon-imagines · 4 years ago

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Hello♡ Could I please request Thanksgiving headcanons for the Guardians of the Galaxy? (Especially Rocket, Drax, Nebula, Kraglin and Yondu, but I love the whole team♡). To be honest, I'm really boring and my personality is extremly paradox. I always feel like I don't belong anywhere, that's probably why I have a soft spot for anyone and anything different. I suffer from autism and depression. I admire people who are bold and straight-forward with their feelings. Because it's hard for me to express my own and, sadly, I usually don't "see" others. And, even though I'm not at all funny, I like people who are. I'm lazy as hell. I am incredibly understanding and almost impossible to get upset, so I am always calm. I'm always wearing black. My ideal day would be spent with cuddling, listening to music (my favourite singer is Yungblud, so it's kinda punk-rock?), watching movies (I love movies that make me feel something, with a heavy atmosphere, but I also enjoy fantasy movies), having in-depths conversations and drinking tea on a rainy day and to take a walk in the rain. I'm extremly loyal and I honestly try to be as kind/polite as possible. Music is very important and therapeutic for me, I could never live a day without it. I always try to act against injustice, even if being the center of attention makes me uncomfortable, but I also like the darker things. I'm not at all dominant, but that's not a problem to me. My favorite colours are green and black. People always tell me that I think too much. I have a really, really big problem with laws, rules and authority and I'm not afraid to speak up against them (which is surprising to most people because I'm usually very shy, insecure and quiet). As a quiet person, I like talkative people because they are willing to do the talking themselves and don't expect me to keep up my end of it. I really have no sleep schedule. I'm open-minded and have a kind heart, I see the good in nearly anyone. I secretly crave affection and attention, but I feel like I don't deserve it. I'm barely able to make eye contact and am sometimes painfully awkward. Nevertheless, I love animals and I'm more comfortable with them (they are far easier than humans). I'm a feminist and anarchist with my whole heart. I don't know if it's true, but I think I annoy people. I have trust issues and I'm therefore more cautious around others. I really struggle to say what's on my mind, sometimes I can't even build the easiest sentence. I think that one of the best feeling is that of a hug or cuddling, but I could never ask anyone for one. I'm probably the clumsiest person. I only judge people for what I experience, so it doesn't matter to me what is said about that person or what their heritage/beliefs are.

I hope that is not too much. Thank you! ♡

You and the crew always have music playing on the ship and fight over who controls it. It’s really nice to always have beats going, almost comforting, in fact. Even if it’s Rocket’s turn on the aux.

You fit right in when you join the crew, and they immediately accept you as a member of the family, ready to break laws or ride or die with you in an instant. Even if you feel that you don’t belong anywhere, Rocket’s like “well, yeah, cause you belong with us”

You and Drax both like when people are up-front with things, so when they’re not, you guys talk after like “do you have any clue what they’re on about or just me?”

You and Nebula have lots of deep, late-night conversations in the cockpit of the ship when you’re on watch together (you’re the only people up that late usually), because she feels like she can open up to you? and you wouldn’t judge her. that was the biggest thing for her.

Groot loves to give you hugs and just sit with you. He finds your presence calming!

The whole gang is a little awkward in different ways, so it’s usually Peter Quill who breaks the ice for you guys, saying something funny to break the tension

Yondu taking you under his wing and being like “have you ever considered being a pirate?”

Gamora is unusually soft with you? Like no one knows why it’s just you but she’ll sit with you, lean her head on your shoulder, just like let her walls down a little

You love to just take a back seat and watch chaos unfold on the ship between your crewmates. There’s never a dull moment.

#thanksgiving 2020 headcanons #lunamooney2406

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i-do-ships-and-stuff · 4 years ago

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Hello!♡ Could I please request a male ship for Legends of Tomorrow, Sherlock Holmes and the MCU ? What my sexuality is? That's a good question I don't have a answer for. I'm a 5,4 high, pale female and have blue-grey eyes, white blonde hair with green and purple tips (one color on each side) and a few ear piercings. To be true, I'm really boring and my personality is extremly paradox. I always feel like I don't belong anywhere, that's probably why I have a soft spot for anyone and anything different. I suffer from autism and depression. I admire people who are bold and straight-forward with their feelings. Because it's hard for me to express my own and, sadly, I usually don't "see" others. And, even though I'm not at all funny, I like people who are. I am incredibly understanding and almost impossible to get upset, so I am always calm. My ideal day would be spent with cuddling, listening to music, watching movies, having in-depths conversations and drinking tea on a rainy day and to take a walk in the rain. I'm extremly loyal and I honestly try to be as kind/polite as possible. Music is very important and therapeutic for me, I could never live a day without it. I always try to act against injustice, even if being the center of attention makes me uncomfortable. I'm not at all dominant, but that's not a problem to me. My favorite colours are green and black. I have a big problem with authority and I'm not afraid to speak up against them (which is surprising to most people because I'm usually very shy, insecure and quiet). As a quiet person, I like talkative people because they are willing to do the talking themselves and don't expect me to keep up my end of it. I have a kind heart and I see the good in everyone. I secretly crave affection and attention, but I feel like I don't deserve it. I'm barely able to make eye contact and am sometimes painfully awkward. Nevertheless, I love animals and I'm more comfortable with them (they are far easier than humans). I'm a feminist and anarchist. I don't know if it's true, but I think I annoy people. I'd love to live one day in the UK (if I could choose my heritage, it would be britain). I really struggle to say what's on my mind, sometimes I can't even build the easiest sentence. I think that one of the best feeling is that of a hug or cuddling, but I could never ask anyone for one. I'm probably the clumsiest person. I only judge people for what I experience, so it doesn't matter to me what is said about that person or what their heritage/beliefs are. Or even how they act towards others, as long they treat me right.

It would be great if you could give me a description, but I'm thankful anyway ♡

Hey there!!! You seem like the sweetest of the sweetest. You’re the type of friend everyone needs!

I ship you with...

Ray Palmer

Ray Palmer is a FEMINIST and you love him for that. Ray is more than willing to do the talking when you don’t feel like carrying a conversation. He would just babble on and on, filling your ears with scientific facts that were way out of your reach of knowledge and tell you the most wonderful stories. He likes to listen to music when he is inventing or studying, but if you’re around he will always let you pick, and he’ll compliment your music, whether he truly likes it or not. If you ever got sad or stressed out, Ray would stop his work immediately and suggest a fun, happy activity for the two of you, but when you would insist that you were fine and he could continue his work, he would look you in your eyes and say “it’s nonnegotiable”. He’s so overly kind and polite that the two of you have a hard time commanding respect as a couple. Often when looking for you the team will simply sigh and say “where’s mom and dad? They should be here by now.”

Sherlock

Like you, Sherlock Holmes suffers from mental illnesses that can bring a boundary between him and other people. However, he is bold enough to always tell you what he’s feeling, you’d never have to guess. He would love to listen to music and drink tea with you, then spend the better part of his afternoons off cuddling, purely for the purpose of releasing dopamine in the brain so that he can work more acuratetly on his cases. He was blow off Watson in an instant if it meant he could work with you. Sherlock would often chide you for being so polite to everyone, since he believes everyone is against him. When Sherlock isn’t working, the two of you could talk til the days end. You loved to tell him about your day, your interests, or any weird new facts you learned that day, and in response, Sherlock would smile and make funny faces to show his interest. Through you. Sherlock became a more understanding, loving person.

The Hulk

Here’s the problem. You’re both so polite, and neither of you is super interested in talking, so starting a conversation could be hard. More than anything he loves your company and your kind touch. Being with you makes Banner feel loved and appreciated, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. At first he was afraid to cuddle with you or even climb in bed with you, worried he would hurt you somehow. Over time, banner came to LOVE cuddle sessions and quickies because of your gentle touches and affectionate manners. You assured his that he could never hurt you, and that no matter what he turns into, you love him for who he is. He is an avid gift giver, to show his love for you. Your favorite gift from him is a beautiful modern record player and boxes full of vinyl records. His love language wasn’t hard to read. All you have to do was touch his softly, his hand, arm, face, etc. and he would get so shy, look down and tell you he loves you.

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spnsmile · 5 years ago

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Outbreak (destiel drabble) 😷☕

Cas looking sadly down his phone with iron grip after texting his husband 30 minutes ago that he's just tested positive of corona virus, tries not to hold the burning tears at the back of his eyes while he sits alone inside the isolation room.

It had been a sweet beginning of the week with Dean kissing him good morning with a tray of breakfast in bed, hot soup and energy booster stuff. Dean is great at home cooking. Everything he prepares is like a meal shared with the gods guaranteed to make your day. Had he known he won't be able to see Dean for days next, he would have spend more time with his husband.

Cas is a doctor and the days went by alarmingly tough with rising numbers of people infected. He tells Dean he isn't in the ICU unit, being a Pediatrician, he's not much exposed like his fellow doctors, doesn't mean the kids don't get sick.

He assures Dean he is okay and keeps urging his husband to wash his hands, eat healthy food and almost everything he knows that can keep his husband safe while he takes care of those arriving in the hospital.

Dean is a firefighter and thus knows the importance of self-preservation in order to save many.

But five days later, Cas ends up positive.

Gone are the days he and Dean are worried about another kind of testing, but hey.

An hour later, here he is, alone and afraid of what's to come.

He imagines Dean receiving his text with dagger stabbing both their hearts. He couldn't call him without breaking. If he starts crying now, Dean will absolutely rush here and look how much good that will do them. Dean hasn't replied yet so maybe Dean hasn't read but...

Cas thinks of Dean finding their home empty, thinks of Dean reading the message plastered on their refrigerator with his three xxx. Hopes Dean doesn't touch it, seems pretty stupid now. Dean knows the importance of self preservation to save many.

He thinks of Dean in his uniform, watching the news with the others with arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles outlined. He imagined Dean changing his boots then quickly looking at the message with his green eyes, usually bright, slowly round in surprise. He thinks of Dean... been thinking of him forever with his boyish grin and dumbjokes, Cas is sure his husband's top priority would be to cheer him up despite this crisis, because only Dean could...

But he can't be with Dean and the thought hurts.

Can't be with Dean... but he can't be without Dean... but also... staying away... For Dean.

Memories flash like a slow movie wrapped in soft lights fill his eyes, and mostly it's just Dean. All of it. His head is full of Dean.

The firm lips he'd been biting on begin to quiver. His eyes blazing of flames and waterworks rush out on display.

Much more than his own pain is the picture of Dean waking up to find himself alone on the bed, in the kitchen, in the garage, on the couch they both love and make love on.

Had he known last Monday was the last time he'd see Dean, he would have told him how much he loves him and would like another lifetime with him. It breaks his heart to leave Dean when the world is dark and uncertain, the lonely place they both left behind to be together now clawing them back to its empty center.

He promised Dean he wouldn't ever leave. Promised him he would stay. Now they won't even be allowed to touch, let alone, see.

Cas doesn't know what's going to happen to them, to the world, or when it will stop and when the world will be okay. Like everyone else fumbling over the pandemic virus unprepared of its horror and colossal damage to mankind, Cas fears the future.

Roller coaster of emotion hits him real time but he wills himself to calm. For Dean.

To be strong. For Dean.

But waiting for Dean's message is nerve wracking and Castiel figures out it's only just the beginning.

Swallowing his heart, his body unusually hot and aching, Castiel leans on his knees, bows his head and wraps both hands at the back of his head waiting...

He doesn't know what.. The good news? The bad? He knows Dean will try to reach him but with the hospital already infected and probably nearing quarantined?

He wished he told Dean how much he loved him. Wished Dean didn't have to be so groggy when he kissed him goodbye. He closes his eyes and prays.

I want to see him.

Loud voices outside alert Castiel who raise his head to the door in confusion. Seconds next, the door burst open and to Castiel's horror and relief, Dean comes barging in, eyes glaring like a mad dragon hot and flaring and searching for its unabandoned treasure.

Their eyes instantly locked and whatever it is that's keeping Castiel's expression deadpan, crumbles to pieces when he sees his husband whose green eyes flicker over him-

"Cas!" Dean yells like his life depended on it.

"D-Dean!" the voice didn't belong to him. Emotion hits skyhigh and before he knows it, he's standing up and the angry growl of command comes washing everything out of his system. "You get the hell away from here, Dean!"

Dean startles because Cas is really angry. At the back of his mind, he knew Dean was gonna pull this. That Dean would break heaven and hell to get to him but to see it in progress- one emotions remains.

Love.

So much love for Dean to the point of sending him away. He sees Dean's eyes on him for a moment, then he's gone and in three steps yanks Castiel on his arms.

"Idiot." Dean hisses, warm cheeks pressing hard on the side of Castiel's head, making the doctor's heart thunder against their pressing chest.

Cas smells ash and singed hair on Dean as the doctor tries to pull away, but he's weak against the strong arms he didn't know he's been craving a lot. Dean whose presence immediately send sparks of life in his dull existence, "Kinda little too late for that, don't you think? I think I'm positive already."

"What?"

"There's fire on Fifth ave right before you messaged. Had to rescue an old man on wheelchair stuck on the 10th floor. He's on quarantine already. They don't think he will survive."

Castiel gasps on his husband's chest, his hands curling on the man's waist.

"Dean... Are you...?"

"I think so." Dean noses the back of Cas ear, leaving warm on the places his mouth while Cas shuts his eyes as if in pain.

"It's alright, they are husbands." says a voice flatly coming from the door where a medical worker in full equipper suit against contamination is frowning. "Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to stay still until we get more personnel-"

"I'm not going anywhere." Dean rumbles, his arms around Castiel digging solid and pulling even closer, almost rendering his husband breathless. Castiel stays in those protective arms feeling light headed and safe.

"Dean..." he begins softly, all emotions given in one name.

"So... This is us making do on till death do us part?" Dean chuckles but his quaking voice betrayed him. The way he holds Castiel like he can hold him forever.

"We don't even know if you're really infected, Dean! I don't want to think of you dying..."

"What are you talkin about? I'm already dead without you, honey..."

"That's a depressing thought." he tightly grips the fabric of Dean's jacket and buries his nose on the burrow of his husband's neck. Delight and dread mixes together, but it's hard not to cling for support when he's so weary and so alone.

"We won't die, Cas. We'll win this thing too like how we won the others. Okay?"

Castiel's logic wants to argue, wants to point out hundreds of scenarios why this hugging and embracing is bad. He thinks of the many cases already spreading in the world and of Dean adding in theit number. In a world where the future seems bleak, one voice speaks the loudest in his ears.

"We'll get through this together."

"Mr. Winchester," says a voice from the door again, "I'm afraid you're gonna have to let go of Mr. Winchester. For now, if you please."

Dean sighs and he and Cas parts a little to get a good look at the other. Cas almost whimpers because he thought he'd never see those green eyes, those freckles that makes his husband...

"I hate em polite people. Makes you guilty after punching one of their security off."

"Dean!"

"He's wearing the helmet and covers, alright? It's my hand that hurts."

Castiel clicks his tongue. "So what are we going to do now?"

Dean looks over his shoulder to the waiting medical team, then whips his head back to his husband, cups Cas' small frame on his large hands and pulls him- just pulls him into a very mouthwatering deep kiss.

And nobody stopped them.

At least till the doctors are groaning and calling for support.

"You're gonna have to bear for a month till you're both cleared, Mr. Winchester, Mr. Winchester. Let's try not to make another string of the virus. I would not need to remind you to wash your hands, but for fucksake, hands off."

It was better safe than sorry.✨

#would like to thank the real heroes fighting corona 😷 stay healthy and please be strong!

#not intended for any offense ✌

#destiel in context fic #destiel fights corona #doctor cas x firefighter dean #destiel ficlet #ficlet destiel #deancas #casdean #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #love husbands #lets fight corona #thank the heroes

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merinmunson · 6 years ago

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I am my own hero

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You're Tony's sister and you worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. before you found out it had been taken over by HYDRA. HYDRA agents were trying to turn you into a Winter Soldier, when Loki tries to save you. But will he?

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood and angst.

S.H.I.E.L.D had collapsed and the Captain, Natasha, Sam and you were responsible. Bucky, Steve's best friend was alive and had been turned into a weapon. All the people you had worked with over the years... most of them served HYDRA. You used to have blood on your hands, but now it was better depicted as hands in a pool of blood. You had killed people you thought to be close with, people you'd trusted with your life... Those memories did not leave your mind any second of any day since you would find yourself remembering all that pain, all those perfect pictures of betrayal and death. And you were to blame.

Moving on from that came with a cost, you'd always have nightmares. But eventually you were able to find peace and rest, although you still had those horrendous bad dreams from time to time. A lot of HYDRA groupies were still on the streets, either camouflaged of just plain hiding from the new S.H.I.E.L.D and especially the Avengers (a team you weren't ashamed to say you belonged to), despite what most thought, you were not afraid of facing those thugs. There was a reason you were on the Avengers, you had superpowers and boy, were they amazing. You could control energy.

What did come as a surprise to you is that HYDRA was planning on turning you into their new Winter Soldier since Bucky had already been freed.

***********

You were all alone in your apartment talking to Tony over the phone.

"Y/N, what would you say if I bought an island?"

"I thought you already owned an island"

"What made you think that?"

"You're probably the only billionaire who doesn't own an island"

Then you started to hear vague noises coming from outside your apartment, near the door. The best course of action was to alert Tony that something was going on.

"Well, brother, I gotta say, it's a shame Cap's lost his shield"

He understood the reference immediately.

"It is, but I'm on it right now"

And with that, you knew whatever happened you'd be safe. Carefully planning your next steps you hunged up the phone knowing they'd come without hesitation, whoever they were. And so it happened. A whole tactical HYDRA team broke into your apartment, a burnt Rumlow leading the way. You got on your knees with your hands on your head aware that there was no point on fighting, they were, after all, heavily armed. It took one punch to put you to sleep.

When you opened your eyes you found yourself tied up, obviously, to a chair. Your only advantage was the fact that none of them knew about your powers. Most of the time you would fight with weapons or just your body, only your team mates knew about your powers. You waited a short amount of time until one HYDRA agent showed up.

"Y/N Y/L... Who would've thought that the one to kill us, would be our salvation" he showed you a dark smile.

"What do you want? Who are you?"

Not only were you going to buy time until Tony and the others arrived but you wanted to solve this problem by yourself too.

"I suppose I can answer both of those questions, since you'll obviously forget in no time..."

Then it hit you. They wanted to turn you into a Winter Soldier.

"What, the Black Widow wasn't available for the job?" You joked, both Natasha and yourself were really good at fighting, but she already spoke many languages, that made her a perfect candidate for Winter Soldier. You would have had to be taught some stuff.

"That's one of the main things we like about you, you're smart. Too much, if you ask me. Unfortunately, we do not know where Miss Romanoff may be, unlike you. Not so hard to track you down."

"Huh, and here little old me thought changing apartments would do... guess I should have gotten myself out of the internet, shouldn't I?"

"Yes. You should have"

"But man, do you know how hard it is to live without Wi-Fi?"

He punched you straight on the jaw.

"That's definitely leaving a bruise"

He punched you again, this time near your mouth. You bit your lip and blood started dripping.

"Shut your mouth or we will sew it"

"Don't you need it open for me to talk in different languages? You seriously have to put your plan together..."

He was about to hit you again when suddenly, he stopped mid air.

"So you're stalling me, huh?"

Now you were terrified.

"Let's see if you talk so much shit after being wiped!"

He called for some agents to pick you up and take you to the machine were they'd turn you into a monster. On the way you tried to free yourself and hit the men carrying you, you screamed your lungs out hoping they would stop or drop you to cover their ears. All of that in vain. When you reached the room, one of them held you by the neck and the other untied you, both of them placed you and trapped you on the machine.

"I'm gonna kill you all!! Get me out of this!!"

All they did was look at you with an empty stare and wait for the magic to happen. Now was the time to use your powers. Looking at the source of the machine's powers you concentrated and saw clearly its energy, with a little effort you absorbed the energy into your own body and waited. You could easily take them all down now, but you wanted to see their boss.

"Won't you at least tell your boss to come here?!"

"Baron Strucker will see you after you're ready "

Now you had a name and you knew he had to be somewhere inside the building.

"Wow, I get to meet HYDRA's crème de la crème"

They took it as your last joke and pulled the lever. Right then you all heard a loud crash and witnessed how a man dressed in green with a mischievous smile, two daggers and black hair walked into the room. Two HYDRA troops appeared to fight him as you sighed, annoyed. It was Loki and he had ruined your goddamn plan!

You got out of the machine, breaking the metallic grips with your acquired superstrenght, product of the energy you absorbed, and fought HYDRA while they were too busy looking out for Loki. He had become an Avenger not so long ago to redeem himself from his past sins, you were completely okay with giving him a second chance and all that, you had to admit you were close to him. Nevertheless you didn't trust him enough to tell him about your powers.

They tried to shoot you and you simply dodged the bullets and shot them with the guns you took from your first victims. Once all of them were down and Loki was simply standing there since you acted faster than him, you turned around to actually face him. An exasperated sigh dropped from your lips.

"Why the hell did you come? I had this under control! Now their boss is probably out of reach, goddammit!"

"They were gonna turn you into their weapon, they hurt you, I can see the blood in your face and the bruises. Did you honestly expect me doing nothing to stop them?!" He asks not believing what he's hearing.

"It was all an act!" You shoot the remaining bullets against one of the lifeless bodies on the floor. "Fuck you, you son of a bitch" you tell the body.

"Your brother sent me here to save you, the least you could do was explain to me how did you do all that and say thank you."

"I'm not thanking you for saving myself"

"Come on, Y/N, you're the only one I would do this for willingly. I am kinda like your personal hero" he finished joking.

"Okay. Thank you, Loki. For standing there doing nothing." you tease him, now relaxed as you remember you still have the name.

"You do love to tease me, don't you, love?" He had never called you that, but hearing his voice whisper that to your ears sent shivers all over your skin.

"Who's teasing now, huh?"

"You still have to tell me how you did that"

You wondered if it was safe to tell him. He saw your consideration and told you to trust him, he told you he would never do anything to hurt you. You knew you had feeling for him and you also knew he had feelings for you too, the only reason you two weren't a thing was because of your trust issues.

That was when you finally decided it was time to let him into your heart.

"This is supposed to be a secret... I have powers. I control all kinds of energy"

"Does that mean that you could take all energy out of me right now and kill me?"

"If I knew how, yes. I haven't really used them much, I prefer to fight fair. And by the way, love, I am my own hero"

"How am I not surprised by that" he closes the space between you two. "I promise you, I will keep it a secret"

"Loki... do you... like... do you like me?" You ask afraid of the answer, not capable of being apart from him.

"No. I don't. I don't like you, Y/N... I love you"

You kiss him cupping his head on your hands as he grabs your body firmly, once you separate he looks at you smiling.

"We should have done that earlier"

"WHAT THE HELL, LOKI?! I TOLD YOU TO SAVE MY SISTER NOT TO MAKE OUT WITH HER!" Tony and the rest of the team appear and see the scene.

"Uh... Y/N are you okay?" Both Steve and Clint ask examining you whole. Loki steps aside to face an angry Big brother!Tony, Momma!Bruce and Momma!Nat

"If you hurt her in any way, I'll kill you" Nat threatens him.

"Just for you to know, Hulk is ready for round two"

"YOU HURT MY LITTLE SISTER OR DO ANYTHING THAT MIGHT GIVE ME REASONS TO KILL YOU AND GUESS WHAT?"

"You'll kill me?"

"NO, I'LL KILL YOU DEAD"

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icantbelievesomeone · 8 years ago

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What she said: I'm fine

What she meant: Since some of you act like you’re dying to date a hockey player or think you’ll be a perfect fit with one, if you can follow more than half of these then you’re probably mentally mature enough to date a hockey player. I’m here to tell you straight up that it’s not all happiness rainbows and flowers and cuddles, there are hard, not cute or fun things to deal with and you have to be grown up about it. That being said, you’re also 18 or older because none of these guys are trying to go to jail by dating/having sex a 15 year old, just being honest. So here it goes, take this as you will:

1. Don’t talk about hockey a lot because it’s what they do 24/7 and often they want a break from hockey in their personal life.

2. Don’t cause drama with anyone (him, teammates, other girlfriends) If he warns you about a teammate who doesn’t know boundaries, don’t hang out with said teammate under any circumstances. Even if you’re mad at your boyfriend don’t do it just to get back at him. It’s called being petty and a hoe if you do.

3. Realize that his world (not by choice) revolves around his hockey schedule and team things during the season, you are still a priority in his life but hockey pays his bills and you being pretty doesn’t.

4. That being said don’t get upset when things like dates get cancelled last minute because something came up with his team. It happens often, there will random speakers that will come in to pump up his team before big games, there will be team bonding exercises (a lot of times golfing, sports games, paintball or bowling) or he may even have a meeting with someone important to talk about his future as a hockey player. Don’t take it to heart if things get cancelled. If he’s a good guy, he WILL make it up to you.

5. If you’re the jealous type; turn around and walk out the door. This is not the life for you. There will be times after games where female fans will take things too far but all you have to do is stay calm and trust your guy, know he’s not going to do anything. Same thing goes for snapchat, Instagram and any other social media. TRUST IS KEY. If there’s a girl leaving hearts under his pictures, asking him about it. Don’t go assuming anything.

6. Long road trips do NOT mean he’s going to cheat on you with some other girl or girls. Don’t be constantly trying to get a hold of him on a road trip either. He’ll call/text you back when he’s not busy. Don’t be overbearing or needy.

7. Road trips = Guy time. Which means it’s probably best if you don’t follow him around on a road trip. It’s okay to go to one or two games on the road during the season but not every single game on every single road trip. It’ll make you look clingy and he probably won’t appreciate the “backlash” so to speak from his teammates.

8. They’re their own person. You can’t tell them what to do. If you tell them not to go out with their friends, it’s not happening. He’s still going out to the bar and you need to realize that the girl in the background on so and so’s Instagram story is probably no one to worry about.

9. Don’t become friends with his whole team. It’s weird. Be “friends” with his friends, don’t talk to the guy on the team that your’s never hangs out with. You’ll look cheap.

10. You do NOT under any circumstance have to come to every game dressed up, especially in the OHL. I’ve gone to plenty of his games in leggings and a sweatshirt. You don’t have to wear jeans, heels and a nice shirt/jacket to every game. Also learn the difference between classy and cheap. Stilettos don’t belong at a hockey game, they belong at the club and you’re going to look like a baby deer going up and down the steps to/from your seat. Another tip - you don’t have to be blonde to be a hockey girlfriend. I’ve met plenty of brunettes.

11. When he’s tired - let him take his nap. When your car runs out of gas you can’t force it to drive ten more miles and you shouldn’t make your guy stay up either. And if that doesn’t help think of it like this - you know how little kids get when they don’t get their naps? That’s how it’s going to be.

12. Video games. Don’t complain about him playing Xbox 9 hours out of the day and not spending time with you. He is spending time with you, you’re just unwilling to sit there and try something he likes to do. Lay on the couch next to him & read your book or whatever while he plays his games. He doesn’t need to be looking/touching/talking to you constantly for it to be quality time together.

13. No matter what, under any circumstances, DO NOT tell him what he did wrong during his games, especially when his team loses. Oh my god don’t! Unless you want to see the calmest, sweetest guy turn into the hulk. If you can constructively and nicely point out something he could work on, then do it but 9/10 times JUST DON’T.

14. Always tell him he played good/looked good even if he just sat on the bench most of the game. It’ll help boost his confidence. (Same thing goes for his suits. Even if you ABSOLUTELY HATE his god awful green plaid suit, just lie and tell him he looks hot in it)

15. Practices range from 2-4+ hours long. They’re not always skating or lifting weights. Sometimes it’s watching film or he’s just screwing around, pranking his teammates in the locker room or sitting in the ice or hot tub. Don’t bother him with texts, learn his schedule and it’ll help both of you out.

16. Have a life outside of his. Don’t be afraid to hang out with your friends. Maybe even ask your guy for an extra ticket or tickets occasionally so you and your girls can hang out at one of his games. He’ll enjoy having a personal fan section that isn’t just you and his mom. Don’t be afraid to go to the bar with your friends without him too, a lot of times it’ll just be awkward for him to be the only guy joining your girls night. If you feel guilty about going out without him, think about all the things he does with his friends without you. It’ll be alright just don’t go out every single night/day without him.

17. If you live in two different cities/countries in the off season - don’t worry about it, especially if his season is still going on. Live in the moment with him and don’t make plans for four months down the road. Who knows what’s going to happen between you two. When off season comes and you’re still together then make plans to go to whoever’s city for a weekend or two.

18. You have to be strong and thick skinned. Whether it be his teammates with their “playful teasing” or other girls/girlfriends, things will be said about you and you have to be able to smile and shake it off. There was a girlfriend on my guy’s team who got talked about a lot for cheating on her guy. Whether it was true or not she held her head high like a champ and she’s still with her man. (TBH I don’t think she ever cheated on her guy, I just think some of the guy were jealous that his girlfriend looked like a Victoria’s Secret model)

19. You also have to be grown up and mature acting/thinking/talking. If you’re still acting like this is high school, you’re not going to stick around long. Hockey players won’t deal with shit anymore once they go pro. Girls are disposable and if you act like a Barbie he’s going to get bored and your novelty with wear off. The key to sticking around is being grown up and not acting like a bimbo.

20. Lastly, don’t be dependent on him. Be your own person and don’t throw away your life completely just because you want to try and always fit in his schedule. It’s never going to happen. There will be times where you won’t see each other for a while and it’s going to suck and you’ll think you’re growing apart, but when you do get to finally see each other it’s what makes it all worth it in the end.

#rules and tips for dating a hockey player

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ethereal-smoke · 8 years ago

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1-155? Sorry I'm nosy. You don't have to if you don't want. Whatever you wish to answer is fine by me.

hahaha i’ll do it. i’ll just omit ones i don’t want to answer, if there are any.

1: Name: bridgette2: Age: 183: 3 Fears: vomit, falling, needles4: 3 things I love: tattoos, matt, art5: 4 turns on: biting, choking, grinding, touching my neck6: 4 turns off: being gross, touching my neck in a bad way, not being confident in what you’re doing, too aggressive7: My best friend: shannyn 8: Sexual orientation: bisexual9: My best first date: going to deadpool, then going to see captain america right afterward10: How tall am I: 5′5″11: What do I miss: having a lot of close friends12: What time were I born: 3:21 pm13: Favourite color: black14: Do I have a crush: my boyfriend15: Favourite quote: nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody’s gonna die, now come watch tv.16: Favourite place: colorado17: Favourite food: orange chicken? cheeseburgers?18: Do I use sarcasm: yes19: What am I listening to right now: the gentle hum of my laptop20: First thing I notice in new person: their attitude21: Shoe size: 8.522: Eye color: green23: Hair color: currently? red24: Favourite style of clothing: black hahaha25: Ever done a prank call?: yes27: Meaning behind my URL: i just wanted to sound cool28: Favourite movie: donnie darko or watchmen29: Favourite song: millstone, nightmare, idk30: Favourite band: i don’t really have one anymore i listen to a lot of things31: How I feel right now: tired32: Someone I love: matt33: My current relationship status: taken34: My relationship with my parents: interesting but better than it used to be35: Favourite holiday: halloween36: Tattoos and piercing i have: one piercing, three tattoos37: Tattoos and piercing i want: a million tattoos, one more piercing38: The reason I joined Tumblr: i was really into fandoms at the time39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: no but we also don’t ever talk40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: YES i love them41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: yes :042: When did I last hold hands?: yesterday43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: like an hour44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: no shhhh45: Where am I right now?: my bed46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: shannyn47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: loud lol48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: yup49: Am I excited for anything?: the future50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: i do now51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: too frequently52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: today53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: it better be for a damn good reason or someone is getting punched54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: not anymore you fucking snake lol55: What is something I disliked about today?: missed opportunities56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: idkkkkk something dumb like lana del rey57: What do I think about most? the past58: What’s my strangest talent?: i can fold my tongue into thirds59: Do I have any strange phobias? i fucking hate escalators omg60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: behind61: What was the last lie I told? that it was no big deal62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: phone63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: both64: Do I believe in magic?: yeeeeeee65: Do I believe in luck?: of course66: What’s the weather like right now?: cloudy, cold67: What was the last book I’ve read?: fight club68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: lol yes69: Do I have any nicknames?: bridge, babe70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? i bent my wrist all the way back once, fucked it up pretty good71: Do I spend money or save it? a good balance of both72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? nope73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? no fuck that74: Favourite animal? ilove snakes tbh75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? sleeping lol76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? satantino77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: anything by cage the elephant or glass animals78: How can you win my heart?: with puppies79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: suck my fuck80: What is my favorite word? sonder81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: lol no82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? my fav quote probably83: Do I have any relatives in jail? hahaha not to my knowledge84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? ability to change the past85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? who i hate the most86: What is my current desktop picture? idk some default one i’m laazy87: Had sex? yup88: Bought condoms? nope89: Gotten pregnant? nope90: Failed a class? nope91: Kissed a boy? yee92: Kissed a girl? yup93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? yes94: Had job? of course95: Left the house without my wallet? unfortunately96: Bullied someone on the internet? no97: Had sex in public? define public98: Played on a sports team? hahaha does marching band count99: Smoked weed? lol yeah100: Did drugs? yup101: Smoked cigarettes? nah fuck that102: Drank alcohol? yes103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? nope i love burgers104: Been overweight? nope105: Been underweight? kinda106: Been to a wedding? yup107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? longer than that108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? lol what a joke109: Been outside my home country? no :?110: Gotten my heart broken? oh yeah111: Been to a professional sports game? nah112: Broken a bone? nope113: Cut myself? yes114: Been to prom? yup115: Been in airplane? no116: Fly by helicopter? nooooo117: What concerts have I been to? omg like 53 i’m not gonna list them all118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? yeah haha that worked out119: Learned another language? sortof120: Wore make up? yes121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? nah i was 18122: Had oral sex? indeed123: Dyed my hair? yes124: Voted in a presidential election? yup!125: Rode in an ambulance? noooooo126: Had a surgery? oral surgery127: Met someone famous? yes128: Stalked someone on a social network? lol hahaha 129: Peed outside? no haha130: Been fishing? nope131: Helped with charity? mhmmm132: Been rejected by a crush? yeahhhh133: Broken a mirror? probably134: What do I want for birthday? that d135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? none i hate kids136: Was I named after anyone? the saint probably137: Do I like my handwriting? no lol138: What was my favourite toy as a child? a stuffed bunny named...bunny139: Favourite Tv Show? always sunny in philly140: Where do I want to live when older? colorado141: Play any musical instrument? clarinet142: One of my scars, how did I get it? box cutting incident143: Favourite pizza topping? cheese i hate shit on my pizza144: Am I afraid of the dark? not so much145: Am I afraid of heights? no but the sensation of falling is the worst146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? nope147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? my life hahaha i’m joking... lol148: What I’m really bad at. being good at keeping relationships149: What my greatest achievments are: getting straight a’s my first semester of college, getting into art shows, that sort of thing150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: idkkkk151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: cry a lot because the biggest source of my anxiety is money :////152: What do I like about myself? my eyes tbh153: My closest Tumblr friend: idkkk154: Something I fantasise about: making out with christmas from the bond movies omg what a lady

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