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pottersmiracle · 1 year ago

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Studying

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

warnings: fluff-harry crushing on reader-use of y/n-added in that every student has their own dorm-first kiss 🙈

summary: harry never seems to focus when he studies, until now.

a/n: kinda long but swet <3

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Harry was sitting in the library as he studied for their upcoming potion's quiz for Professor Snape's class. Harry was growing bored by the minute, every time Harry tried to doze off Hermione would notice and snap her fingers in his face or hit him with her wand. Which hurt quite a bit, and he definitely didn't want that again. But, he also just felt like he couldn't focus. He kept drowning out Ron and Hermione's constant bickering.

"Hermione can he please just take one break?" Ron pleaded noticing how tired he was. “Just watching him doze off is making me tired.”

“No Ronald! Do you really want him to fail another potions quiz and have Snape pressuring him even more? If you think he’s tired now i’d like to see him after that.” Hermione mumbled the last bit.

“She’s right Ron. I just.. need to find something to focus on so i can stay awake.” Harry said making Ron roll his eyes, “she’s always right.” Hermione hit him with her book making him groan and apologize.

Harry ignored them again, letting his eyes wander around the library. Then he saw her, y/n, the girl he’s been crushing on since their first year. They were best friends but he wanted to be more, so much more.

She noticed him almost immediately and smiled at him, he hoped she didnt notice the slight red hue on his cheeks as he smiled back at her. She said something to her friends and started walking over to him, making him instantly sit up straight.

“Hey Harry.” She said walking up with a smile. “Hey, uh, how are you?” He asked swallowing his nerves. “Better now that i’m talking to you.” She said with a smile. Now his blushing had to be noticeable after that.

He laughed and Hermione cut in, “thank goodness you’re here. You’re great at potions aren’t you? I’ve heard you in class you’re brilliant.” Y/n was taken aback at Hermione calling her a genius, Hermione was known as one of the smartest wizards of her age by most of the teachers after all.

“I’m certainly not a genius but i am fairly good at potions yes.” She answered. “Great. Could you try getting Harry to focus? Trying to get him to actually learn something is incredibly difficult.” She complained as Harry looked honestly offended.

“I can surely try.” She said laughing at Hermione’s comment. Hermione scooted over so y/n could sit across from Harry. Harry was certainly focused now and they hadn’t even started studying yet. This should be fun.

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It had been almost an hour since y/n had sat down and started studying with Harry and Harry had already learned more from her then he had from Snape in the past 4 years. Hermione and Ron had certainly noticed that Harry was listening the whole time, and getting questions y/n asked him right.

“Students, it is now time to go back to your dormitories, the library is closed.” Professor McGonagall announced walking into the library. Y/n looked at Harry, “wanna continue this in my dorm? We only have one other chapter to go in this lesson if you’d like to finish it up.”

Harry wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t gonna say no to this. Not only was he actually learning something but he was just getting closer and closer to the girl he was in love with. “Yeah absolutely.” Harry responded. Y/n gathered the books as Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, Hermione was rolling her eyes and shaking her head with a smile, Rom subtly elbowed him and smirked at him.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow morning at breakfast yeah?” Harry said. “Yeah we’ll see you both tomorrow. Goodnight y/n!” Hermione said, waving to y/n who was putting away the books they didn’t need. “Night you two!” She responded waving back before handing Neville a book he had been waiting to read after they were finished.

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They were in her dorm on her bed sitting across from each other. They had finished the book and was now just talking. About class, quidditch, family, anything they could think of. Harry was loving every second of it, he didn’t know that y/n was too.

As she closed the textbook to put it away, a charged tension lingered in the room. Their eyes met, and he couldn't help but stutter, "You know, this studying thing was... surprisingly enjoyable." She smirked, replying with a teasing tone, "Yeah, who knew potions could be so thrilling?" In the hushed atmosphere, their lips finally met, setting off a bomb of emotions that had been building with every exchanged glance and stolen touch during their study sessions.

After their lips parted, a gentle silence enveloped them. He chuckled nervously, breaking the quiet, "Well, that wasn't exactly studying was it." She blushed, "No, but I'd say it was more interesting." They shared a lighthearted laugh, the awkwardness fading into a newfound comfort.

He gently grabbed her hand, holding it in his as she rested her head on his shoulder, both smiling and laughing with each other.

It was perfect.

#Spotify #harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry james potter x reader #first kiss #harry potter imagine #still don’t know how to tag

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hello-from-nrc-infirmary · 2 days ago

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Vern's Hometown: Centennial Celebration

Book 5: Finale

Chapter 3: Sunset

Formal is irrelevant. The firelight gains prominence as daylight fades. More logs are added, allowing smoke to fill the air. The younger children slowly leave for their beds. Others stay, laughing with friends. Their joyful cacophony is almost drowned out by the rambunctious music.

Smoke and ash wisp into shadows. The kaleidoscope of prancing images twirl around them. An illusion of flowers dance underfoot. If any attempted to touch them, they would vanish.

Soot is kicked up with every step. Vern's stained skirts flare out on another spin. It's strange and comforting to have a partner. A familiar dance he can do in the deepest of sleeps now flutters anew with every beat. A few steps bring them back.

Sweat shimmers across their foreheads. The minutes and hours bleed together. One melody into another. An iridescent fish ballet weaves around the dancers. A bubbling laughter spills from Vern. Steel smiles, his own airy laugh joins in.

"What's... so funny?"

The sprite meets his gaze breathlessly, "I'm... really happy."

"Eh?"

Joined hands lift above to spin around. The area around them is barely a blurr. Focus returning to Steel, the sprite tries to calm himself. "I-is he still umm..."

"Yeah, on my six."

"... let's um... not think about him," Vern tries. His head feels light, a mild dizziness buzzes down from it.

".. okay."

He welcomes night's breath cooling his skin like autumn rain. Vern can tell when some musicians would take a break and join back in. A simple rotation, yet easy to get lost in. Forgetting the world is hard, yet indulging in a moment is effortless.

For this bubble in time, emotion vibrates the air. Colorful shapes morph to each beat. It has been too long since his muscles felt like a newborn foal finding it's footing. Who is keeping who from collapsing is unclear. The firm earth underfoot is the only certainty.

A gasp from the onlookers is nearly drowned by the rhythm. A string pulls at his mind. His eyes want to follow, yet a turn blocks his view. His brow creases as he attempts to see behind Steel. "Ver.."

Pink dusts the sprites cheeks. It's only one word, a fraction of his name. The syllables spoken softly warms him. Tearing his focus back to his friend, he tries to stay on his toes.

"Almost," Steel winks, "we have to finish this one."

"Y-yeah," Vern manages a dizzy nod. His amber eyes sting, but not from the smoke. A soothing wave rolls through his veins, easing his tension. He almost misses a familiar, icy crack.

Chapter 4: Dusk

A tight spin jostles his focus. Flashes of magic collide. The music falters as smoke billows through the remaining crowd. Vern squeezes his eyes shut against it. Tucking himself against Steel, he waits for the air to settle. He flinches, as a drop hits his cheek.

"Er.. sorry."

The sprite swears the liquid away. Checking his bandages, he finds an inky substance he's well acquainted with.

"It's alright, I um..." he pauses, ducking as Steel casts another counter spell, "don't mind."

Sparkling green mist flares from Vern's hands. Vines burst from the ground to restrain Victor. "Enough!"

Snowflakes drift around them. Citizens that stayed murmur in uneasy awe. The spring sprite trembles slightly, his muscles begging for rest. "Do you forfeit the challenge?"

There's a rumble underfoot. Stumbling, Vern's spell loosens as spikes of ice shoot out of the dirt. He's tackled. Air is knocked from his lungs despite the cushioned fall.

"You alright? Any injuries?"

Vern slowly blinks up at Steel, gasping while registering the questions. "U-umm... I'm fine... I think..."

"Why," Victor's voice rings out above the chaos, icicles forming in the air around him. "Why do you reject everything I do for you?!"

Ooc// Welcome to the final boss fight.

Tag List: @nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain

Songs for the dance:

There's Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes

A Bar Song (Tipsy) by Shaboozey

I Don't Wanna Wait by David Guetta & OneRepublic

Roundtable Rival by Lindsey Stirling

Élan by Nightwish

Songs for Everyone vs. Victor:

It Ends Tonight by All-American Rejects

Liar by Jelly Roll

Ready For This by All Good Things

Trophy Hunter by Within Temptation

#Vern's hometown #Centennial Celebration #stealing steel #ooc// finally...

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itoshiexx · 1 year ago

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wonder

synopsis: sae wondered what it was like to be loved by you.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 800 | warnings: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, sae is stupidly in love with u

notes: why hello! i'm barely alive! i know i kinda disappeared but i was struggling with personal issues and my mental health, so i didn't really have creativity to write. i'm not sure i like this either, but i couldn't let sae bae's bday go by without posting anything. also this is slightly inspired by the song "wonder - shawn mendes". thank you for your love and patience! <3

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there are certain things itoshi sae would never admit. like the way he loved calm walks at the beach or how seagulls were his favorite animal. how he secretly regret hurting his little brother’s feelings when he was a stupid teenager. how his life was way lonelier than the world could even imagine, making him hate the walls of his oh so empty apartment.

mostly, he would never admit he wondered what it was like to be loved — not just by anyone, though, but to be loved by you.

he’s not sure when it started. he can’t pinpoint the exact moment his heart began beating faster and his black and white world was filled with color, but he does know that, inevitably, it all comes back to you, like you’re some sort of big bang that created his whole existence. itoshi sae doesn’t think he was actually himself before he became yours.

if you ask him, he’d say it’s a bit pathetic, really. he was never a guy that cared about romance, and he definitely didn’t believe in the concept of a love that could sweep you off your feet, like the hollywood movies desperately tried to sell. perhaps one of the reasons he liked you so much was because you managed to prove him wrong, and not many people were able to do that.

sae was usually right. but you, in his life — that was even more right than his stupid beliefs.

“sae, i need to get up,” your voice breaks him from his stupor, and, instinctively, his hold on your waist tightens. it’s some sort of protection, he thinks. not to you, but to protect him from the pain of having you stray away.

(he never wants to let go).

the football player twists his body to trap you even further on the mattress, burying his face on your chest and tangling his legs with yours. your giggle reverberates through his whole body and brings warmth to his cheeks. his heart flutters, and he can’t even find it in him to hate it.

you must have put a spell on him, he concludes.

“i’m serious. i need to make breakfast,” you say again when he doesn’t answer.

“don’t wanna.”

“you don’t want breakfast?”

“nuh-uh.”

you giggle again, and this time, you seem to give in, relaxing your body and welcoming him in your embrace. sae can only sigh in satisfaction when you card your fingers through his reddish-brown locks, relishing in the peace only you seem to be able to give him.

“i wonder what people would think if they knew how clingy the all mighty itoshi sae can be,” the teasing lit in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and you earn a scoff.

“shut up,” he quips, although there’s no real bite in it. “you love me.”

and you must not be from this world, because it’s easy — the way you pick up on any slight nuance of his voice or demeanor. it’s so fucking easy for you to read him like an open book and to give the reassurance he so desperately needs; albeit unaware.

your voice becomes impossibly soft, “i do, baby. i love you so much.”

you kiss his forehead, and after wandering around for so long, sae thinks he’s finally home.

for a while, you two just stay there, in bed, wrapped in each other in a way you can’t know where he starts and where you end. the thought of being one with you makes him happy, but that’s just another item in his long list of things he would never admit.

your sweet voice breaks the silence.

“we’re gonna be in bed all day?” there’s nothing but pure curiosity in your voice. no judgment — you never judge him, despite the way he deserves it sometimes. the thought makes his chest tighten with the amount of love he has harbored just for you.

sometimes he thinks he’s too small for it, and he’s scared all this love will overflow and consume him whole. though, it’s even scarier to think he wouldn’t mind: sae is yours. you can have all that he has and all that he is.

“just a little longer,” he whispers, a little more vulnerable than he would like. but it’s okay. it’s always okay when it’s you. “please?”

you hum in agreement, continuing to caress his hair.

“of course. whatever the birthday boy wants.”

sae allows himself to close his eyes and bask in your warmth, on the safety that you so effortlessly gave him. by smelling your perfume, he’s filled with gratitude for all the times he wondered what it was like to be loved by you.

“happy birthday, love.”

he’s glad he doesn’t have to wonder anymore.

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mischiefmaker615 · 4 months ago

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Señorita

Inspiration: "Señorita" by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes

Summary: One that beautiful just can't possible be ignored..

Rating: R *warning!*

Requester: @MeenuKumari7 (wattpad)

Note: i TRIED to make this cute!! i really did!! but sometimes the darkness has it's way of showing up and taking over the story.. sorry!

The setting couldn’t be any more perfect..

As much as I hate having to be dragged along with the idiotic heroes the world thinks they need, opportunities tend to rise here and there where the ‘community service’ doesn’t seem to bad.

The plan was simple.. we were placed upon some luxurious- as far as what Midgardians think luxury is- hotel where we were to remain undercover with our eyes out for a particular being set to meet at any place, any time.

Hydra.

Honestly, these humans pick the most tedious enemies. I have faced bloodshed, giants and things the human mind couldn’t even fathom. These mere humans who stand under a cursed society is what they consider dangerous? They are but a mere handful of cockroaches compared to what I’ve had to dispose of realms away from this pathetic one.

So I remained ‘undercover’ and to their unknown knowledge, couldn’t care less at trying to find this mysterious being. Still, the pool side wasn’t the worse place to remain during the day time, especially since the last few days I have had a particular Midgardian catch my eye and yet we haven’t uttered a single word to each other.

I have literally been in the presence of goddesses and yet the still couldn’t compare to this mysterious woman. I was quite surprised that a Midgardian was even capable to capturing my attentions as she tended to walk past me ever now and again on a daily from my chosen spot under a canopy by the pool. This seemed to happen for three days now.

It could be that ironically, she was set to vacation the same amount of time of us being here. The first day I saw her, I caught her scent immediately and my body refused to forget it. Now I find myself inhaling just to reignite it when she would walk past my chair, barely sending me a glance with a gentle look before she would continue on her way. On the second day, I could see her grazing amongst my chest. The attire for this setting was to be shirtless if one wished to swim. I never did, but chose the attire not only to blend in but now to also resee the lustful look in her eyes I would barely catch before she would keep walking.

Today was the third day. She had walked past me and each time her eyes would linger perhaps a second longer. By the grace of the gods by the fourth time of her passing- for reasons I was not to sure on but my complains would foreign, a waiter with a tray of drinks was coming along about the same time.

A perfect opportunity.

This time when she got about two steps away in front of my chair, glancing to what it seemed like she was interested in what book I held in my lap, the waiter turned to pass by her closest to the pool side. As my hand moved to close my book, I pointed a finger towards him at the same time, blending in the action to appear uninvolved but just enough to send a flick of magic to his tray.

When the tray is hit, sheer panic fills his eyes in which he jerks his body to try to rebalance the tray, his body bumping right into hers where she loses her balance as well. What becomes of the waiter doesn’t even scratch the surface of my attentions when I have something much better falling into my lap.

Literally.

With a light grunt, she falls down and lands above me, knees on either side of my legs with her dainty hands catching herself on either side of my forearms. Her face is almost two inches away from mine, eyes wide where I could practically memorize ever detail of their wonderful color and her gentle breath brushes my face with her hair resting against my chest that falls over her shoulders.

I keep my hands at my book in my lap, though my fingers clutch at it subconsciously with the need to feel her skin instead while I smirk up at her.

‘’hello darling, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced considering how often we find ourselves amongst the common grounds.’’

‘’s-sorry-‘’ she says nervously with a sheepish smile, a redness to her cheeks that clearly indicates how bashful she is at falling practically in my lap. She gives a small shiver but her face doesn’t show any sign of discomfort but her skin is covered in light goosebumps.

My eyes rise and I notice a few clouds have settled in, making a grin tug at my lips as I look back at her. ‘’perhaps we should bring this introduction elsewhere? Unless of course you find yourself comfortable here..’’

Her eyes widen as she glances down, almost as if she had just noticed where she was and linger at my chest, her eyes giving a brief scan before she pulls herself away to stand while I follow her up. ‘’t-that might be a good idea, Mr.?..’’

‘’Laufeyson. I’m here on a bit of business with the companies around the area and tend to just stay around until things are finalized.’’ I fib about business before I indicate to her. ‘’and might I ask,’’

‘’Y/N,’’ she gives a gentle smile and I instantly want to hear it on my tongue as I repeat her name, instantly loving the sound of it.

‘’beautiful’’ I breath, wishing I could repeat it a few more times if the action wouldn’t be seen as strange. I then nod my head over to the bar inside the hotel, feeling light rain drops beginning to fall down while I watch them spot over her chest shamelessly that is merely covered by a simple, fitting bikini. ‘’care for a drink?”

‘’I would like that.’’ She smiles, seeing very subtly how she straightens herself that helped puff out her chest even more, seeming like she would hope that I would keep staring while I pull my eyes back up and join at her side.

‘’my lady,’’ I grin, a hand offering for her to walk ahead first. The gentleman in my wished it was because a lady goes first, but the other side of me merely just wished for the perfect view of her well-shaped ass. The mere sight of it as she walked, while her hips swayed was enough for me to feel a bit of pressure at my groin, making me have to shift a bit so it wouldn’t be to distracting as time would go by, but something told me it was going to be a repeated action throughout the night.

It was interesting that Midgardians would allow each other to walk about in skimpy swim wear practically anywhere as long as there was a swim area around to indicate the excuse. I wasn’t quite used to walking about shirtless amongst the indoors if it wasn’t in my chambers but I resisted the urge to use magic while I remained undercover. If the heroes caught me in the presence of this woman, I was fully prepared on using her as a suspected witness so they could go about their business. After three days, my chance to be around her will not we squandered merely because of a tedious job that may not even have the individual in the building.

“two tequila sunrises’’

The words got my attention as she slid onto a bar stool in front of the bartender, bringing my brow up in interest that someone would actually take initiative on getting me a drink.

“I am quite flattered darling, though I am interested to see just what tastes you have if this is the drink you are selecting for me.’’ I chuckle and slide onto my own bar stool beside her while the bartender begins making the drinks. I already have my card sliding forward while she shakes her head.

‘’I figure you might want to try something strong since human alcohol might be harder for you to feel.’’

I raise my brow while my body turns itself more towards her. ‘’you know of me?”

‘’you were all over the news several months ago, who doesn’t know of you’’ she laughed and rested her chin on her palm, looking at me as if something she were to study with her gentle eyes.

“I appreciate that you offer me your time then with no fear behind those beautiful eyes.’’ I smirk, my eyes studying her features while they threaten to dip down to her chest and I get that same urge in my palms to reach out.

‘’let me know if I could get anything else for you guys.’’ The bartender chimes in and sets down a drink for each of us where I take hold of the glass and raise it to her.

‘’to old friends.’’ I smirk.

‘’..what do you mean?” she asks and with small hesitation, clinks her glass amongst mine before I let her simmer with that information while I take a long sip.

To my pleasure, the drink it quite strong, even for me. Not enough to have me stumbling, but I do worry for the Midgardian before me and its strength in contents. ‘’the more I look at you, the more and more familiar you seem to get.’’ I offer her more pieces, squinting my eyes dramatically that has her smile and almost laugh.

‘’it’s a small world surprisingly, and we did pass each other quite a bit these past few days-‘’ she started, raising the glass to her lips while I shake my head.

‘’no darling, you passed me for the past few days. I am quite pleased you’ve noticed just as I have, but you’re getting sloppy if you wish to remain under cover.’’

She pulled her drink back and hesitated. ‘’..i don’t know what your-‘’

‘’I know a set up when I see one darling, and Hydra seems to have that familiar smell of betrayal and lust. Or at least.. you do..’’ I purr, a small shiver running over my body at the mere memory of her scent that has me leaning in my chair for more, causing her to lean back as she shakes her head and takes a casual sip, trying to play it off.

‘’I have no idea what-‘’

‘’no? do you really think lying to the very god of lies is a good idea?” I challenge, almost humored as I take a sip of my own drink with the same casual tone.

‘’I’m not ly-‘’

‘’how about this, the truth will come out whether you like it or not’’ I chuckle and notice her light sways. ‘’I’m quite impressed you dared to drug me darling, but I’ve tipped the bartender long before you even moved to put on that alluring bikini..’’ my voice gets noticeably deeper as I get distracted by my own thoughts where I allow my eyes to finally travel down to her pillowed breasts. ‘’which is why he had swapped our drips. I’m quite enjoying mine, how about you?”

As I flick my eyes up briefly to hers, panic has merely filled hers as her hand grips the bar’s edge to keep her balance on the bar stool. Her senses were getting effected quite, probably with the large dose she had chosen to try to affect a god, I could only imagine how it could affect a human as she jumps at the sound of me setting my glass down.

‘’easy darling, I’ve got you. You just have a few things I need to find out.’’ I keep my voice calm, hoping it would at least calm her panic as I take her glass from her hands and set it down before she could possible think on dropping it.

‘’you.. you don’t know what you’ve-‘’

‘’done? Well I do believe I’ve helped the other’s out without merely trying, let alone caring in the long run. Yet I do believe I do deserve a reward for my efforts, don’t you think?” I ask, standing up casually as I notice her body beginning to shake and tense. ‘’yet I know they will just put it on my tab for shorting my community service, so you will have to do..’’

Her beautiful lips part in questions, trying to will her body to move faster that it wants and I could only imagine how things seem to be in slow motion for her. Whether she could hear me or not, I’m not to sure either. But I do hope to get her to a safer spot if I am to get this interrogation over with, which is why I move myself behind her and finally.. finally rest my hands on her bare hips that had her skimpy bikini bottoms just below her hip bones.

Her body didn’t even tense, most likely because she was beginning to feel numb to where my hands felt like they were ghosting across her flesh. My nose pressed into her hair, her scent causing my eyes to flutter in intoxication far more than the drink was as I noted my mild buzz.

‘’the way you were going back and forth.. back and forth before me these past few days, one could only guess you were keeping an eye on your biggest threat?” I didn’t so much ask but I did feel honored as my thumbs began to rub her skin while her hands now clutched the bar top’s edge. Interesting.. so she doesn’t seem completely numb.. ‘’I would hope my comrades have been busy seeking out the rest of you while you and I have been growing our relationship.’’

As I felt her inhale to reply, I pulled her backward, her legs having to spread so the bar stool could pass from under her before she landed on her feet with her back against my chest. My hands kept a firm hold on her hips still as her dainty hands moved to clutch at my wrist and fingers, feeble attempts to pry me off as I also helped her to remain standing.

Her body fits perfectly in my hands, it’s incredible how she’s made me feel this way even before I received her name. what a gem this realm had hidden, and how lucky I am to have this mission be all mine, in every possible way going right as the gentle fall of summer rain aided to mask any form of sound that might happen tonight. Even the bartender has elected to depart and very few people that sat and scattered amongst the room waved us off as a mere couple wanting to dance to the faint background music. What a fine idea..

‘’I won’t tell you anything..’’ she murmured, almost sounding as if her tongue had swelled up but she was merely incapable of formulating words.

The poor thing..

‘’ahh so Y/N finally admits she is who I’ve claimed to be.’’ I smirk in triumph, a hand running up her front until I have cupped her throat perfectly with my hand, her head being encouraged to fall back upon my shoulder while my other arm wraps around her waist.

‘’you already kne-‘’

‘’verbal confirmation my darling, I can guess and claim all I wish. But apparently in your Midgardian customs, you need a verbal answer for it to be true.’’ I correct, being reminded just how silly the concepts are here. If a man is shown obvious proof with all facts pointing to him, why further complicate things?

The thoughts didn’t peak my interest very long once I’ve noticed our new position had her perfect ass pressing up against my straining erection. It’s a cruel torture but I enjoy where she is all the same as I begin to sway us both to the music, noticing how she had to slightly widen her stance to keep her balance a bit more, causing me a chuckle.

‘’fear not darling, I will not drop you.’’

‘’let me go..’’ she whispered, finding the ability to speak only in that volume while her head rotated amongst my shoulder, showing how dizziness was overtaking her.

‘’you and I both know that is not how it works. Unless of course.. you tell me everything I need to know, then I might consider offering you a quick escape while I turn my back.’’ I smirk, though I knew there was enough cameras to catch everything that might turn things against me instead. I thought about removing them with magic, but I figure to save my strength if those idiots fail on their part and I have to deal with the Hydra nuisances.

‘’why would I risk with a might?” she snapped, a hand grasping my wrist where my hand grasped her perfect throat with a weak attempt to pry it off.

‘’what other choice do you have? You don’t possibly expect to escape from me.’’ I chuckle, highly doubting she had any form of backup plan but the thought did pry at my mind as I sway her more not so much to the music but so I can merely feel her more against my body that screamed for some relief. Call it selfish, but Midgardians do have their fair share of flesh that even a god could crave.

‘’we are trained to give our very lives instead of choosing betrayal-‘’

I could practically feel the growl in her voice vibrating against my hand. My mind quite imagined how’d she sound with her lips around my cock and it hand both my hands move back to her hips to bring her even closer against me as we continued to sway.

‘’quite the happy couple’’ a bystander winked while tipping his hat towards me, paying no mind of the true situation as she dug her nails into my hands.

‘’we’re just friends.’’ I smirked, quite liking how uncomfortable I could turn someone as his expression fell while he hurried along with a faster pace. My eyes slowly drew back to her, studying the top of her head as I leaned myself forward, pressing my chest against her back more so I could whisper in her ear ‘’of course darling.. friends don’t know how you taste..’’ to make my point, I ran my tongue right against her earlobe, savoring her taste as I felt her shiver against me.

‘’you might as well kill me, you’re just wasting your time.’’ She snapped, withdrawing her claws that I paid no mind to.

‘’and waste such perfection this world actually managed to snare? I must tell you, you are far mistaken if you think that is what my intentions are.’’ I clarify, shock slightly coating my voice at the mere suggestion she had throw me.

‘’and what is your intentions?” she slurred, almost having to repeat her question by how the drug seemed to be affecting her and I begin to feel her legs give as I quickly spin her around to face me, almost perfectly with the music, which eased my tension of other’s catching on while she automatically wrapped her arms around my neck to support herself.

‘’if I could have you like this a bit longer, I’m sure you could figure it out..’’ I smirk before i feel my body tense up, a sharp and intense pain in my groin draws my attention to look down to find her knee had made contact.

By the gods even with her mortal strength, it was enough for me to lose words and crumble just a tad where I feel her arms tighten a bit around my neck, seeing her realization that she could have lost her only support beam as I regain my footing with my hands gripping her hips.

‘’now that was uncalled for..’’ I grind out with a warning in my eyes that had her sober up for a mere second until I hear the faint commotion behind me that grew louder.

Damn.

With my saved energy, I use a bit of my reserved magic to fade away the pain she bestowed on me while I snatch up her wrists, pushing her backwards into the wall where she stumbled back and found herself pinned. By the time I had a hand pinning her wrists above her head, I could hear the Solider enter, along with other of those fellow agents of his follow behind and surround the room.

‘’I’ve got it from here Rogers.’’ I warn, not even bothering to face him as I keep my eyes glued to hers that seemed to daze in and out by the quick movement I forced her to perform. Her eye lids fluttered, feeling how her weight pulled at her wrists but I forced my other hand to remain at my side- no matter how much I wished to help suppose her up.

‘’everything else is handled, I’m glad you managed to catch the last one. Nat’s pulling up the jet upstairs.’’ Steve reports, his irritating voice telling two of the agents to come over so they could take her from me.

My body tenses.

As I hear them near, I raise her soft chin gently with a single finger, tilting her head up enough so she could look at me- or at least try while I lean forward so only she could hear.

‘’consider yourself lucky I’ve claimed your interrogation. Don’t think I will forget what you just did darling, I do believe you Midgardians have a saying that you’ll..’’ with a smirk, I couldn’t resist leaning in a bit closer to where my lips barely.. barely brush up against hers..

‘’kiss it better..’’

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Any Time You’re Ready

After another lousy date, Oliver’s parents remind him that love might be closer than he expects.

Oliver Wood x Fem!Reader

1.7k words

Warnings: none, fluff, kissing, embarrassing parents

A/N: Inspired by the Shawn Mendes song “When You’re Ready” because I’m obsessed with “What if my dad is right/When he says that you're the one”

“Goodnight, Oliver.”

“G’night, Casey.”

The girl stepped into the green flames in the Wood family fireplace, called out her address, and was gone. As soon as the flames resumed their usual orange tint, Oliver turned around and strolled into the kitchen. He found his parents, sharing a slice of cake and sipping tea. Their heads snapped up as he walked in.

“So, what’d you guys think?” Oliver grinned as his parents.

“She seemed nice,” his mom answered with a shrug.

His dad nodded. “Yeah, Cadie seems like a nice girl.”

Oliver’s face fell. “Casey, Dad. Her name’s Casey.”

“Right, right.” His dad took a sip of tea, clearly not embarrassed by his mistake. “But what about-”

“Dad, stop,” Oliver groaned. He already knew what his dad was going to say; he said it every time Oliver showed interest in a new girl.

You and Oliver grew up next door to each other and had been best friends from the time you could walk. Going to Hogwarts only brought you closer together, with all the time you spent together both in and out of the classroom, practically attached at the hip. And both of your parents had been convinced for years that the two of you belonged together.

Oliver’s dad held up his hands in defense. “’m just saying, son. I don’t know why you bother going out with these other girls. You’ve already got a great girl right next door. You’ve been friends since you were born. And everyone knows a friendship like that is the foundation of a solid relationship. Just look at me and your mother.”

“Dad,” Oliver said slowly. “You asked Mum out on your very first day at Hogwarts.”

“Yeah, and we were friends for the whole trip on the Hogwarts Express before that. Good foundation, like I said.”

“Right.” Oliver grabbed a tin of biscuits from the counter. “Well, ’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.” He waved at his parents and headed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

He should have been more surprised to find you lying on his bed, reading a book.

“How was your date?” you asked casually, eyes still on your book as he closed the door behind him.

“Fine,” he answered, crossing the room to close the window you had climbed through. He lied down next to you and opened the tin.

You took a cookie and shoved it in your mouth. “What do we think? Potential girlfriend?”

Oliver shrugged, helping himself to a cookie. “Probably not,” he admitted.

“It’s just as well,” you said, closing your book and tossing it on his nightstand. “She’s a bit of a dolt, if you ask me.”

A snort flew out of Oliver’s nose. “I don’t remember asking you.”

You elbowed him. “Well, you should’ve. I could’ve saved you a night of ‘Oh Oliver, you’re soooo funny, let me grab your muscles.’” You let out a fake high-pitched giggle and squeezed Oliver’s arm.

He warmed at your touch. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he had finally admitted it to himself when he was fourteen: Oliver Wood was in love with you. So for the last two years, he tried to act normal, like he wasn’t thinking about you every second of the day, like you were just his best friend and nothing else.

But laying on his bed with you right next to him made it really hard to pretend.

“You’re so mean,” he laughed, trying to sound even. “Casey’s a nice girl.”

“Yeah, but she’s not right for you.” You wrinkled your nose.

Oliver turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, facing you. “Oh, and you know what’s right for me?” he challenged.

You mirrored his pose, your nose close to his. “Of course I do. That’s what best friends are for.”

He felt a little tug on his stomach at the word friends. “Yeah, sure,” he scoffed, trying to play off the sting he’d felt every time you called him your friend over the last two years. “What about you? Any dates so far this summer?”

“A couple,” you admitted. “Nothing worth mentioning.” You flipped back onto your back, gazing at Oliver’s ceiling. “Why do we have so much trouble dating?”

Oliver stared at your profile, admiring the shape of your adorable nose and your perfect lips. “What d’you mean?”

“Well,” you sighed, “think about it. We’re both very good-looking, popular enough, definitely not idiots. Yet neither of us can get more than a couple dates out of a person. What gives?”

“Mmm.” Oliver thought a moment. He knew why none of his dates panned out, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why you, the most beautiful and perfect girl he knew, didn’t have a boyfriend.

Not that he minded.

“It’s not like I don’t have theories,” you continued, ignoring Oliver’s non-response. “Personally, I think you’re just too good for any of the girls at school.” Oliver felt his cheeks go warm again. “As for me, I’m going to go ahead and blame you.” You turned your head and smiled at your best friend.

“Me?” he asked with a dry chuckle. “How do you manage to blame me for your lack of boyfriend?”

You shrugged. “Think about it. Boy, girl. Best friends. Boy is good-looking and could probably beat up most of the boys in our year.” You popped another cookie in your mouth. “So, no one wants to date his girl best friend.”

Oliver stared at you a moment. Despite the fact that he definitely did not want to see you all cozied up with any of the boys at school, he couldn’t help feeling bad. If you wanted a boyfriend, you should have one. He never wanted to get in the way of your happiness.

It was as though you could feel his guilt. “It’s alright though,” you assured him with that sweet smile you usually reserved for Oliver. “Not like any of those boys are worth my time anyways. You’re the only decent boy in our year honestly.”

“Oh really?” he asked in a teasing voice, as though his heart was not hammering. The two of you had been doing this a lot lately: compliments, teasing just this side of flirting, skittering around a line no one was quite willing to cross, playing a game of chicken neither of you was willing to lose.

Tonight, you were the one who broke first. “So what’d your parents think of Casey anyways?” Your eyes were back on the ceiling of Oliver’s room, following the wizards flying around his Puddlemere United poster.

“They thought she was nice,” he answered, following your gaze. “My dad’s just disappointed that she’s not-” Oliver stopped himself, his eyes darting back to you.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “Not what? Smart?” A smirk played on your lips.

Oliver thought a moment. You weren’t a mean girl typically. You were sweet, and you had plenty of girlfriends. The only people you were mean about were… well, the girls Oliver dated. The gears turned in his head as he calculated the risk he was about to take.

“Well, not you,” he finally admitted. “Dad’s disappointed she’s not you.”

“Oh.” You blinked a few times. Oliver could see the rapid thinking behind your expression. “And… what about you?” You sat up and looked down at Oliver, all the playfulness gone from your eyes.

Oliver heaved himself up as well. “I… I mean…” He licked his lips and sighed. Just spit it out, he told himself. “Sometimes I wonder if my dad’s… right?”

“Right about what?” You fidgeted with the hem of your t-shirt, a nervous habit Oliver knew well.

“He…” Oliver cleared his throat and took your hands in his. He saw your eyes flicker to them before meeting his gaze again. “He says that you’re the one.” Oliver winced, preparing himself for rejection and the end of your friendship, the thing he’d been dreading for two years.

“The one?” you echoed, your hands still in Oliver’s.

He nodded. “You know. The one.”

The smirk playing on your lips broke some of the tension between you. “What would that entail? If I was the one, I mean.”

His fears melted slightly at the sight of your small grin. “Well, it would probably start… with this.” Oliver closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against yours.

Much to his relief, you kissed him back, letting go of his hands and wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands settled on your hips. He could taste your bubblegum flavored Chapstick, the one he borrowed annoyingly often, and you could taste the chocolate from the biscuits that now sat forgotten near the foot of the bed.

When Oliver let go, he didn’t bother trying to play cool; instead, he grinned from ear to ear, not caring how goofy he looked.

Likewise, you couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled out of your mouth, your hands still on Oliver’s shoulders. “Starts with that, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s just the beginning.” Oliver leaned forward again, his mind racing with excitement. He laid back, pulling you on top of him-

“I think you mean that’s the end of the night,” came a voice from the door neither of you noticed opening.

Color rushed to your cheeks as you scrambled to sit back up, pushing Oliver off you. “Hey Mr. Wood,” you managed, as if he caught you making out with his son all the time.

Your best friend’s dad nodded pointedly. “You should probably head back out that window, young lady. I’m sure we’ll see you tomorrow. When you use the front door.”

With one last awkward smile to Oliver, you jumped off the bed and opened the window, clambering out the way you’d done millions of times before. Trying to be a gentleman (especially in front of his dad), Oliver watched carefully as you climbed down the tree by his window, tiptoed across his backyard, through the gate between your houses, and through your first-story window, where you disappeared after a quick wave in his direction. When Oliver turned around with that still dopey smile, his dad was still in the doorway, a smug grin on his face.

“Told ya so, son.”

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