#ei ate the boots down on this one yall

[lvrcpid]

OUUUUUUUUUU I LOVE ME SOME THEM 🤝🏾

modern!atwow x musician!reader

modern avatar mlist!

desc. headcanons for modern avatar: the way of water teens with a musician significant other who’s in a band. reader plays a different instrument for each character.

a/n. if this flops i’m retiring. real shit.

— neteyam. ( guitarist ♪! )

he sleeps with a t-shirt of your band every. goddamn. night.

gives it back to you once a week so you can spray your perfume on it. you ended up bringing him a bottle of ur fave brand and he sprays the cologne on it every time he washes it (aka ever fucking week)

mans hooked. to both you and your music

listens to your band’s songs at least once a day. either w/ headphones or on full blast it doesn’t matter

his whole family knows all the lyrics

sometimes tuk comes to his room and jumps on his bed while playing air guitar and he absolutely joins

other times tho he closes his eyes to focus and pays special attention to the guitar while having your smile in mind

he once spent like 2 weeks watching youtube tutorials to (kinda) learn one song so he could play for you

was it good? no it was fucking hideous. was it the sweetest fucking thing ever tho? absolutely it was

always tries to pick you up after band practice

my boy would rather miss his basketball competitions than miss one of your concerts

this one time he actually tried to skip a match bc your performance was at the same time and the mf showed up backstage like “hEy🙂”

you had to call his mom for him to leave (u snitch that was kinda foul)

definitely knows abt “the rockstar’s girlfriend” aesthetic and makes it his personality. like he’s so into it

you got him a t-shirt that said “im with the band” as a joke but he actually wears it and its hilarious

— kiri. ( keyboard ♪! )

comes to your house just to hear you play

she brings a book and lays down on your bed while you make new music

ADORES watching you come up with new tunes!!!!!!

you always have that focused look on your face as you move your fingers over the keys at makes her want to take a picture (she actually has a few ngl)

always goes back home humming your new melody

you record covers of her favorite songs on your keyboard and give her a cd that she listens to on her discman (she defo owns old gadgets like that)

sometimes puts her phone down on her window stool, where she has her favorite plants, and leaves it there with your music playing. she likes to think it help her plants grow

lowkey gatekeeps your songs

there was this one time you couldn’t sleep bc she kept appearing on your mind, so you connected your headphones and made your “ode to kiri”

it was 2am when you vídeocalled her to play for her what you just wrote

and kiri being the sensitive person she is, swore she could feel your affection through the music, little tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes

it was truly a treasured memory in your relationship

until a loud ass knock on your door and an equally loud “FFS ITS 2AM!!!!!” almost made you drop dead

she absolutely laughed at you btw

— lo’ak. ( bassist ♪! )

brings you stickers so you can decorate your bass w/ them

“aye babe i got a new sticker for your guitar” “for the hundredth time lo’ak, its a BASS!!!”

yeah he knows it annoys you and no he’s not gonna stop

his lockscreen is a picture of you on stage with a bunch of lil hearts he drew around you

when he goes to your concerts he tells everyone you two are dating

“you see that one over there bro? pfft yeah, we’re together” “do i know you man????” 💀

when you told him your band didnt have a logo yet he showed up at your door 3 days after, super excited and with a bunch of sketches to show you

i also think lo’ak would be really into graffiti art

so he goes around the neighborhood spray painting your band’s logo on the streets walls

“lo’ak you’re gonna get us in trouble” “oh cmon, its good promo!!”

he messes up with your amplifier when you practice, turning up and down the volume, the treble, etc. until you throw your pick right into his fucking forehead and he’s like:

“ma fault 😨”

the moment he (finally) sits still he actually pays really close attention to how your hands move

“damn, you make it look so easy” “im just good with my fingers ig”

mf had the dumbest smirk on his face

— ao’nung. ( drummer ♪! )

imma just say it; he is popular. by that i mean ma boy has hella contacts

AND by that i mean he makes sure your band always has a venue to perform at. always first on every list fr

“ao’ stay the fuck away from my drums”

actually a fucking menace. tries to impress you by smashing the drumsticks everywhere.

“nah babe check me out i got it this time srsly”

rhythm left the room the moment he sat down

he even attempts some tricks he seen you pull off during your concerts, like throwing the sticks up or rolling them between his fingers.

they always end up either on the floor or hitting his dumbass head. it’s cool tho, u kiss it better (after a well deserved smack bc what did i tell u)

he’d still insist on learning so you two end up having a chick flick moment where you guide him by putting your hands on his

boy actually blushes. just a smidge

“your ears are red” “stfu no they’re not”

might not know shit abt making music but seeing the look on your face when you play is enough to make him see how passionate you are

loves being alone with you in your band’s backstage lounge

he’s so fucking extra he got his friend outside the door like some whack ass bodyguards. they’re so into it too bro

“aye keep walking man🕴️” “move along bitch aint nothing to see here🕴️”

whenever you’re about to go on stage he stays with you in your band’s room and massages your hands

makes sure you always put some baby powder on your palms before you perform in case you start sweating so you dont drop your drumsticks

— tsireya. ( vocalist ♪! )

she sings along to your songs whenever they play

ao’nung is sick and tired of listening to her and uses ear plugs all the time bc he once told her to stfu and got smacked

you two even make your own carpool karaoke and scream the lyrics together on the parking lot

and she NAILS IT!!!!!

like my girl can sing fr

in fact you’ve asked her to help in a few songs for harmonies and second voices

she helps you out a lot with your vocal practice and your breathing exercises

she sits down with you and counts each second with her fingers when hold your breath and when you try your best to hold a specific note

let’s be honest here. A LOT of your songs are abt her

you really don’t have to tell her, she knows they are. bc when you’re up on stage singing abt the perfect girl, you look right at her. and her heart beats faster every time

sometimes you send her your lyrics like “what do u think of this??” and it’d be a full on poem abt her that makes her smile so goofy. kicking feet and everything

every time you get in the shower and start humming/singing her phone is ready

actually has a video of you freaking tf out bc you had an idea for a new song while showering and you stormed your way out the bathroom, wet and hair full off shampoo

“REYA PASS ME A PEN QUICK” “NAH WHY ARE YOU BOOTY NAKED PLEASEHAhH”

you had to mop the floor after that

— rotxo. ( acoustic guitarist ♪! )

makes sure you are never out of strings to change

but since the strings are heavier from an electric guitar, he knows you sometimes hurt your fingers playing

so he bought you a bunch of finger protectors.

he’s a sweetheart, but those whack ass things he got you looked like this

yeaaah…. no. 💀

actually offensive he’d think you need that shit but you let it go bc he really just wanna be there for you

the actual definition of #1 fan

he’s on every concert

and i mean EVERY. CONCERT. front row, backstage, glowing sticks on one hand, phone on the other and zooming on you and only you

he goes to your house more than you go to his, just bc he always wants you to play smthn. and this way you dont gotta bring your guitar back and forth

when you’re together in your room, you get your guitar and he asks you to play some lofi style tunes

especially loves it when it’s summer and the both of you just lay down with the windows wide open and the breeze goes in and out. has a cool glass of your fave drink with a straw and he holds it up to you while you play

one thing ik for sure is rotxo is lowkey good at making beats/bases

the two of you have definitely made a few tracks purely for your enjoyment (like this)

many many many beach dates where you bring your guitar and he lays his head on your lap while the sun sets

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[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December Day 6

@daminette-december2019-2020

Oh what’s this? Two chapters in a row from Marinette’s pov? Sorry just couldn’t help myself, like I just had to man

Hope yall enjoy it~

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 6 – Comfort

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Marinette didn’t sleep that night.

Sure, negotiations had gone wonderfully and she, Cass and Steph had spent the afternoon discussing everything from fighting stances to Stephanie’s potential wedding dress. They hung out with Ivy again and went to the beach to pick up shells.

Most of the day's activities were Stephanie’s ideas but Cass and Marinette also enjoyed them. Now and then Jason and Dick would join them or Cass would go to do something or another, but Steph was practically attached to Marinette’s hip. She smiled, Alya and Chloe would be jealous.

She had fun, but when night fell and everyone had retired to their bedrooms, there was nothing to distract her from the memories.

His smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he was up to good mocked her whenever she closed her eyes. Reminding her that she’d never see them again.

When the birds started singing she’d given up trying to sleep. Marinette stood and for the last time she put on one of her black dresses. She put her hair in a single braid down her back and put on a practical pair of boots with it.

She stared at the silver necklace he gave her a month after they met. She hadn’t worn it since her week in isolation after he died. She'd kept it with her whenever she travelled but she’d never had the strength to wear it again.

She picked it up. On the silver chain hung an oval shaped emerald.

To remind you of me when I’m not with you, Bugaboo.

With shaking hands she tied it around her neck. It felt right to wear it this one last time.

She took a deep breath, she needed to be alone today, being around other people wasn’t something she had the energy for.

She eyed Tikki, still asleep on one of the many pillows on the bed. She loved her kwami dearly, but... she wasn’t in the mood for company.

She stood and walked over to where her writing supplies lie on the table. She quickly wrote a note for Tikki asking her to tell anyone who came looking for her that she was safe and that she’d be back by nightfall.

Satisfied, she grabbed her coat and her knife in its scabbard and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She didn’t want to eat, but she needed the energy if she was going to be out all day.

When she got there the staff were busy preparing the meals of the day, the smells made her stomach rumble.

She didn’t really know who to approach or what to do but before she could worry about it too much a middle aged man with red hair approached her, he wore an apron and gave her a slight smile, “You the Guardian?”

“Yes, that would be me,” she answered, before she could figure out how to ask for a basket of food or something similar he chuckled lightly.

“Your Majesty, Alfred said you might show up, he asked me to give you this and to tell you Bluebell is saddled up for you in the stables. He also said that George left a saddle bag in her stable for you,” he turned around and picked up a basket and a thick looking basket, handing them to her.

She stared at the objects in surprise, “How did he...?” she started, not even knowing how to phrase the question.

He seemed to know what she meant, though, and just shrugged, “He just does that sometimes. We’ve learned not to question it,” amusement shinning in his eyes, he continued, “But if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get back to work,”

“Please, don’t let me stop you and uh... thank you,” she said lifting the basket slightly.

She turned out of the kitchen and a small wave of homesickness surprised her. Nathaniel also always knew what you needed before you did, helpfully supplying it before you could even phrase the question.

It was an ability all of Duusu's holders had, knowing how to take care of people and enjoying the act of doing so.

She made her way to the stables as the first rays of dawn started lighting the sky. Small rocks and sticks crunched between her boots and the cobblestone.

The fresh, chilly morning air motivated her to don her coat. When she got to the barn she saw a young dapple grey horse saddled up in her stable. The name on the door said ‘Bluebell’.

“Hey girl,” Marinette held her hand out and petted her. She opened the door and attached the saddle bag to the saddle, putting the blanket in it. She tied the medium sized basket to Bluebell’s back the way she’d been taught since it distributed the weight best.

She lead her out and once they were outside she climbed onto her back. She lightly kicked Bluebell’s sides and made her way to the forest.

She followed the well trodden path through it for an hour, while the sun slowly rose over their heads. Eventually, they reached a beautiful meadow. The path continued on, but Marinette was hungry and wanted to stop and eat.

A river ran through the clearing. The woods stretched out the other side of it. In the distance she could see the range of mountains they’d passed on their journey to Gotham.

She took out the blanket and spread it out. Then she removed and opened the basket. Inside she found all her favorite foods, as well as a bundle that contained apples, carrots and sugar cubes for Bluebell.

She allowed the horse to roam free, but she never wandered far. Marinette ate a few grapes, a small bun of bread and a few bites of cheese.

She gave Bluebell an apple and a sugar cube. The rest she rewrapped in the cloths she got them in. She removed the charcoal and parchment in the basket that Alfred had added for her to sketch with. It was a nice surprise; she wouldn’t have thought of including it.

She wasn’t sure when she started talking to Bluebell but eventually she found herself telling the horse everything, from the moment she met him to her initial thoughts. She told her about things she hadn’t thought of in ages.

She told her about how his favorite color was blue and his favorite season winter. She told her about how hard he'd tried to hide it when he started realizing he was getting sick.

She told her about how weak his grip had gotten towards the end and how it taken every piece of her self control not to take his ring and wish it all away.

She wasn’t sure when she started crying but before long her cheeks were wet and she was sobbing as she spoke of the memories and the pain and just how tired she was.

And when she was done she realized that it was already afternoon. She fed Bluebell some more, even though she’d grazed for most of the day, then she packed everything onto Bluebell.

As she rode back she felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Today she’d found something in Bluebell’s presence that she hadn’t experienced for the longest time.

Bluebell didn’t have expectations of her, she was a horse, she didn’t put her on a pedestal like everyone else, to her she was just another human.

Maybe some people would find it funny that she’d found comfort in a horse, but Marinette couldn’t bring herself to care.

It was dark when she got back, she unsaddled Bluebell and brushed her.

She dropped the basket and blanket off at the kitchen and asked the staff to pass on her thanks to Alfred.

She made her way back to her room, passing the sitting room, just as Dick was exiting it. His eyes widened when he saw her.

He looked incredibly relieved, “Guys, I found her!” he called out, then made his way over to her, worry still evident on his face.

“Marinette are you alright? We were so worried,” he took her hand and seemed to be checking her over for injuries.

She frowned, had Tikki not told them that she was going out?

Steph suddenly appeared next to her, along with Jason, Cass and Damian.

Steph pushed Dick away from her, “She’s fine, Dick, you’re invading her space. I told you that Tikki said she’d be out,”

Stephanie’s hand rested on her shoulder. But she didn’t miss the way the girl’s gaze had caught on Marinette’s red rimmed eyes, along with the black rings under them, that clearly indicated that she hadn’t slept.

All the others still seemed intent on making sure she was fine for themselves, some less discreetly than others.

Jason took her cloak off before she even realized it and had folded it, asking a passing maid to wash it and fix the tears she hadn’t noticed.

Dick kept asking questions, but she zoned him out almost immediately.

Cass steered her towards a couch in the living room, and held her hand tightly, while studying her.

Damian was frowning at her muddied boots and a tear or two in her dress. It was an old dress, she was sure none of the tears were new, but she also had a feeling that wouldn’t ease his worry.

Stephanie started arguing with Dick, telling him to leave her alone and that she was clearly fine, though it seemed like she didn’t completely believe the words herself. She wasn’t the only one though, everyone looked worried.

Marinette was surprised, sure her court cared for her. But they never worried or asked questions about where she’d been, they trusted that if she looked fine she was.

So this, this was new.

She found that she didn’t mind too much. Well, she didn’t mind it in general. Right now, however, she was tired and emotionally drained and would rather explain everything later.

“Do you want me to take you back to your room?” Damian whispered from behind her, most of the others were too caught up in their own conversations to notice.

She turned around and met his gaze. Accept this time, she didn’t flinch. He seemed surprised too, maybe talking to Bluebell had done her more good than she’d realized.

She gave him a tired smile and nodded. He studied her for a moment more before looking up and glaring at his siblings.

“That is enough,” he said evenly, “She is clearly tired. If she so wishes, she will tell us what happened tomorrow. Now, I will be escorting her to her room so that she can get some rest,”

Most of his siblings stared at him in shock, while Cass smiled approvingly. Marinette stood and took Damian’s offered arm. He escorted her out of the room.

When they got to the hallway Plagg flew out and gave her a sad smile, “Hi, pigtails,”

She softly smiled back as they walked, “Hey, Plagg,”

He landed on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You should have seen him freaking out when you were missing. A true black cat, overthinking everything when it comes to their bug. He'll do well,”

He then curled into her neck and purred, she hadn’t missed the sad tone in his voice. Plagg was still grieving, it would take time before he’d truly bond with Damian.

She looked at the boy walking next to her, he seemed to be lost in thought, but he glanced at her every now and then, as though he was checking to make sure she was still there.

She spotted the ring on his finger, reminded of what Plagg said, she decided to break the silence.

“I'm sorry if I scared you guys, I figured Tikki and the note would be enough assurance,” she said softly, turning her head to look at him.

He glanced back at her, and she saw his gaze catching on her red rimmed eyes, “She showed us the note, but those have been faked in the past to hurt us before and we don’t know what your handwriting looks like, a lot of people have been known to target us and those we’re involved with, so we’re a bit paranoid,”

Suddenly she understood their reaction, they thought she might’ve been captured and her note was planted to buy the kidnappers time.

“I didn’t realize that. Though, in future, you should know that you would’ve been able to tell if something was wrong through the miraculous, thanks to Plagg and Tikki's connection,” she said, smiling at him, “Thank you, though, I’m not used to people worrying about me,”

He looked at her in surprise, but his voice was even when he spoke, “How so?”

She shrugged and looked forward again, “People tend to overestimate me,”

What an understatement. Everyone seemed to think she was practically invulnerable. Well, except for Damian and his siblings apparently.

She felt him tense slightly, he seemed to be pretty protective of her already. He had resonated quicker with Plagg than she anticipated.

They walked the rest of the way to her room in a comfortable silence.

When they finally got there he opened her door, but before she could go in he took her hand. She turned her attention to him and he studied her for a moment, clearly hesitant.

“Goodnight, Marinette,” he said softly, staring into her eyes, gaze searching.

She stared back at him and gave him a small smile, “Goodnight Damian,”

That night she slept better than she had in years.

Taglist:

@animegirlweeb @loysydark @toodaloo-kangaroo @forgottenfriends @wolf-for-life @heyitsbugette @f-rget-lt

[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - Part of your World - Harry Hook x Reader - part 18 - quiet

suuuch a fluffy chapter lol 

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You slowly woke up as beams of sunlight hit your face, you cracked open your yees and groaned, sitting up slightly to avoid the sun.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, smacking your lips together and dropping your hands on the sheets covering your legs.

Glancing at the clock you sighed.

7:37 am.

You hated waking up early on your days off, but you were still exhausted from the night before so you hopped out of bed, closed the shades to the window, and walked back over to your bed. flopping back down into the mattress and curling up underneath the sheets, turning your back to the window.

You fell back to sleep, face buried into Harry's pillow.

Harry stepped into the room minutes later, taking off his hat and tossing it onto the chair in the corner of the room.

He sighed, shaking his head and running his head through his sweat-soaked hair.

He was glad Uma had enchanted the lost revenge 2.0 with a constant temperature of 70°, so no matter how hot it was outside the ship, it was always comfortable.

A smile broke out on Harry's face as he spotted your sleeping form on the bed, the blankets curled around your form. He took tentative steps towards the bed and leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your exposed forehead.

He stood up straight and walked over to the bathroom, stripping out of his sweat-soaked clothes and tossed them into the hamper.

You woke up to the sound of the shower and sat up, blearily looking around the room.

You noticed Harry's shirt hanging halfway out of the hamper and his boots just outside of the bathroom door.

‘Harrys back from dock work’ you thought, stretching your arms, groaning as your back popped and hopped out of bed, walking over to your dresser and getting out some clothes for the day.

You stopped as the light from the reopened window hit your new ring, the ruby shining in your face. You smiled and brought your hand close to your face, biting your lip as you remembered Harry's sweet proposal.

Deciding to dress comfortably for the day, you grabbed one of Harry's tank tops and a pair of black leggings.

You tossed them on the bed and opened the top drawer, digging out a red sports bra and some socks, tossing those on the bed.

Mentally deciding on your black converse you turned and walked over to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

“come in!” Harrys muffled voice echoed back. You opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind you. “hi love” Harry purred, poking his head out from behind the shower curtain.

“hi~” you chirped, tiptoeing over to him and pressing a kiss to his lips “you’re wet”

“im takin’ a shower” Harry chuckled, slicking his long bangs back and shaking his head at you. He dipped back behind the curtain and continued to wash his hair.

You turned to the sink and did your morning routine.

A couple of minutes later the shower stopped, harry stepping out of the shower, and standing behind you, he leaned over you and kissed your cheek, giggling as you squeaked and smacked his shoulder.

He backed up and grabbed a towel drying off his hair before wrapping it around his waist. “thought yeh were gonna sleep in?” Harry asked, raising his brow at you as you tried to talk with toothpaste in your mouth.

“ughgh” you spit the paste out into the sink, turning to pout at Harry. “you woke me up”

“aw im sorry love” Harry chuckled, walking out of the bathroom and over to your shared dresser. As he got his clothes out you finished your routine, patting your face with a towel and walking out of the bathroom, a smirk growing on your lips as you passed by Harry who was leaning over the dresser.

*SMACK*

Harry stood straight, a small yelp ripping from his lips as he spun around, his cheeks a blazing red “(y/n)!!” he yelled, mouth gaping open in shock as he watched you giggle to yourself.

“i-im sorry!” you looked back at him, scrunching your nose “I couldn’t resist~ you just got too good of a butt to not smack it!”

Harry pouted at you and shook his head, turning back to his dresser and grabbed the rest of his clothes for the day.

You bit your lip as he dropped his towel and pulled out a pair of boxer-briefs, covering up that sculpted butt of his “yer staring” Harry chuckled, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his now too long bangs hanging over his eyes.

“im your fiancée” you snorted, rolling your ryes “I have a right to stare at your butt and you need a hair cut, hey that rhymed!” Harry blew his bangs out of his eyes and sighed.

“aye right,” he muttered, turning to you and walking over to the bed, setting his clothes next to yours. “ so what's the plan fer today?” Harry asked, shrugging on a tight white t-shirt, accenting his biceps.

“well, you already filled your quota for today for Uma and it's my day off, soooooo…..date day?”

“date day” Harry confirmed, leaning over and pecking your cheek, hopping into his pants and sitting down next to you to get his socks and shoes on.

Harry tied off his shoes and turned to you, raising his brow as he looked at your still pajama-wearing self “uh, yeh gonna get dressed?”

You perked up, looking down at your clothes “oh, I was just going to go like this? Problem?”

Harry chuckled and shook his head “well I wouldn’t have a problem” he eyed your exposed thighs “buuuut-“

“Alright alright,” you snorted, pushing his face away, breaking his eye contact with you “im getting dressed.”

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Harry swung your hands between the two of you as you walked the path of the enchanted forest, his other hand holding his chocolate shake.

The two of you decided on a simple date for the day, get breakfast, hang out at the lost revenge watching movies, get lunch, go to the enchanted lake through the forest and just chill watching videos on your phone.

To you, it was perfect, just spending a day with the love of your life.

You finished off your shake as you arrived at the lake, you released Harry's hand and skipped down into the grotto, hearing Harry chuckle behind you as he followed.

Harry set down the fast-food bag on the ground, settling down next to it and pulling off his backpack, he took out a root beer and (fav soda/drink) and set them down next to the bag.

He watched you as you took off your shoes, rolled up your leggings, and wadded into the water, starting to dig around the rocks.

“yee” you grinned, standing up with a nice shiny black and clear crystal rock “I think it's obsidian and quarts!” Harry tilted his head at you as you wadded towards the grotto “yeh sure?”

“I said I think, not that it is” you snarked, lifting yourself onto the grotto platform and shaking your legs to rid of the excess water “you sure you got your hearing ears on?”

“ouch” Harry snorted, grabbing the food bag and clutching his chest “no food fer yeh then”

“bitch I paid for it! give me my food!” you dropped to your knees next to harry, reaching for the bag as he cackled and leaned away from you, lifting the bag in the air.

“no~” he sang, yelping as you lifted your leg and placed your knee in his hip, halfway straddling him and grabbing the bag “hey!” you mocked his laugh and kissed him on the nose, turning around and sitting on his thigh.

Harry let out a small huff and buried his face in the crook of your neck, watching as you took out the food from the bag.

You set down Harry's burger and took out your (preferred fast food item) and started to eat, rearranging yourself to let Harry eat.

It was quiet as you ate and listened to the music coming from Harry’s phone and the waterfall in the distance.

You finished your food and crumbled the wrapper and tossed it in the bag, sipping at your drink as you leaned back against Harry.

“so,” Harry started, licking his lips “when’s an appropriate time ta talk ‘bout weddin’ stuff?”

“anytime really” you muttered, closing your eyes and resting your head on Harry's shoulder.

“soooo” Harry hummed, letting his cheek rest against your head “um, cake?”

“my aunts already on it” you chuckled “she offered to do it free of charge but I said we would pay her”

“of course” Harry smirked “she's a damn good baker, can't let her efforts going unpaid”

“Yep yep” you laughed “Evie offered to make my dress, and im gonna let her do that but im designing it mainly” you muttered with a slight tone of nonchalance.

“Is this about those Mal and Ben wedding stuff from yer world?” Harry asked, glancing down at you.

“yeah” you groaned “those designs were not Disneys best, nor were they Evie’s, so im designing and Evies making”

Harry nodded, grabbing his root beer and taking a sip “um, is she also-“ “yeah” you interrupted, glancing up at harry “shes also making yours”

“alright that takes care of tha’” Harry muttered, “where?”

“mmmm” you went deep in thought, tapping your chin “well we could to a beach wedding, a forest wedding, a classic cathedral wedding, we could get married on the revenge, anywhere really, im not picky as long as I get to marry you” Harry felt his face flush and he buried his burning face into your neck. “fuuuck I love yeh” he muttered, feeling your hand reach up and run through his hair.

“I love you too harry” you giggled, tuning and kissing his forehead. You relaxed back against him and closed your eyes, smiling as you felt harry grab your left hand and start to mess with your fingers and ring.

“still hard ta believe that this is all real” he muttered, you snorted.

“consider what it's like for me, im from a world where yall are fictional characters, how do I know this isn’t my dream” you hummed, squeaking as harry wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into further into his lap.

“if it was I would scavenge the multiverse to find you” he muttered in your ear.

You felt tears burn at your eyes and you hurriedly wiped your eyes “gosh your such a sap” you sniffed, turning in his lap and pressing your lips to his.

Harry hummed into the kiss and tilted his head, hands trailing up your back and landing on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek.

You groaned into the kiss as your phone suddenly went off, you leaned out of the kiss and almost fell out of Harry's lap reaching for your phone, if not for Harry's arms falling to your waist to hold you.

You picked up the phone and rose your brow at the id.

-AUNTIE

You pressed the answer button and set it on speakerphone.

“Hey what's up,” you said aloud, leaning back into Harry and tucking under his chin

‘hi hon, just a quick question, and I was busy so that’s why I didn’t just text you, im making some test batches for your cake and I was wondering what your favorite flavors are?’

“Ummm” you glanced up at Harry who nodded at his almost empty shake “harry likes chocolate, you know what I like, ummmm, maybe something light too? Like angel food?”

‘oooh~ angel food, okay thanks hon!’

“bye” you clicked off your phone as the dial tone sounded and set it back down on the ground. You leaned back and rose your brow as harry stared at you “you good?”

“mmhm” he hummed, bumping his forehead into yours and closing his eyes. You smiled at him, closing your eyes and once more relaxed against him.

It was a quiet date, just leaning against each other and watching videos as you spent the next two hours at the enchanted lake.

Around 3 pm you both decided to pack up and head back to the ship, Harry picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, tossing his arm over your shoulder, and walking out of the grotto with you.

“that was nice” you hummed, tossing the black and clear crystal rock in your hands “we should do that more often”

“aye,” Harry nodded, messing with his phone and pocketing it as music started to play. “I have next Tuesday off?”

“same here, then its set, day date next Tuesday!” you cheered, grabbing Harry's hand and swinging it in the air.

Harry chuckled and smiled at you, holding onto your hand and bringing it to his lips. “I can't wait ta be yers”

Your face burned and you let out a nervous snicker, sidestepping into Harry's side and rubbing your cheek into his arm “same”

“same?” Harry laughed, scrunching his nose “that’s all yeh have to say? Same?”

“shhhhhuuut up” you rolled your eyes, pushing away from him and upturning your nose “if you’re gonna make fun of me you can walk on your own” you speed-walked to make some distance.

“noooo” Harry pouted, running after you, a smile breaking on his face as you started to run. “hey!”

You cackled as you ran, “race you back to the ship!” “yer on!”

-end of part 18-

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Walking Borderline

Characters: Reader x Jensen, Jared x Gen, Misha, Robert Singer

Summary: Jensen has always had a hatred for you for no reason. When the Jared sets you both on a blind date with each other, what feelings are suppressed and which emerge?

Prompt: “This is not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: a little fluff, angst (if you squint), language

a/n: i don’t actually know what’s all at the Vancouver Boardwalk, so please bare with me. also, thanks to @atc74  and her beta for helping me edit this and get it all together. it helped a lot. feedback is appreciated. thanks. love yall xx

IMPORTANT: No hate towards Jensen or Danneel AT ALL! Love them both, but for the sake of this, Danneel is happy with someone else. 

Stepping out of your trailer, the brisk cold September air hit you, making your skin erupt in goosebumps even though you were wearing a sweater. The chill had calmed your excruciating headache, though. You hadn’t been feeling so well lately and everyone knew. Your acting was so off today. The only thing pushing you through today was the thought of going home and taking a warm bubble bath in a few hours.

“You’re needed on set,” you heard from away behind you. Turning to look, you found Jensen standing with his hands on his hips and a more than aggravated look on his face. For some reason, Ackles never liked you. No matter what you did (or tried to do) to make him happy with you, he never budged. You’d never thought you’d done anything wrong and had always been nice to the guy. You even asked Jared and Misha what his problem was, but knew no more than you. After a few weeks on set, you learned to just brush it off and not take it personally.

 So, you simply nodded and followed behind him. You were still immensely hot, but your teeth chattered anyway in the cold weather.

 You were thankful when the warm breeze from the set building hit you. Sighing in relief of the warmth, you heard Bob call out your name. Jared and Misha were currently sitting in the library set of the bunker talking casually as everyone took a small break until their next take.

 “Yes, Bob?” you questioned once you reached him.

 “Jared said he needs you,” he said, tilting his head toward your giant of a friend, “just make it quick. We’re starting back up in a few minutes.”

You looked to see Jared waving you over, but before he could say anything, Misha joked, “Hey, Y/N. So nice of you to actually join us on set today, lazy ass.” Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at the goofball.

 “I’m sick and I will cough on you Mish,” you threw back sarcastically. Misha shook his head with wide eyes. “Exactly. Now, I came here for Jared, thank you very much.”

 Jared intervened, breaking up your good humored banter with each other, “Yeah, can I talk to you?” When you furrowed your eyebrows, he chuckled lightly, “It’s nothing bad. I just need to ask you a question.” 

You nodded your head and you both walked away from everyone, or as away as you could get.

 “So what’s up?” you asked, looking up at him.

 “So I was wondering if you wanted to come to the boardwalk with me and Gen tonight. She asked if you wanted to join us. I know you’re sick and all and you’ll probably say no and—“

 “Jared!” you exclaimed to end his babbling. He looked taken aback, but he shut up. “I’d love to come, but don’t you think that’s like a date kind of thing?”

 Chuckling to himself again, he reached his hand behind his head and scratched at the nape of his neck nervously. “Well, I may have invited someone else to come with us.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. “Who did you invite, Jared?” you scolded in a teasing manner.

 Just as he opened his mouth to answer, Bob called his name to get back on set. “You’ll see,” he said as he turned and jogged, away with a big smirk on his face.

Oh, was this gonna be a ride. You’d have to kick this cold in the ass real soon.

It was 5:20 and you were freaking out. Gen had texted you to meet them at the boardwalk at 5:30 and you hadn’t even left your house, which was 20 minutes away. On top of that, you still had your atrocious migrane.

You were contemplating on going or not. You were already late and you would probably end up throwing up. On the other hand, you kinda already told Jared and Gen that you were going. Then you thought about your date; you didn’t want to make a bad first impression. What if he was the one and you screwed it up with being a baby about feeling sick? You knew you had to suck it up and be a big girl. 

After you grabbed your whole bottle of Tylenol, scooped up your keys off the kitchen counter, grabbed your ankle boots from the floor, deciding to just put them on in the car, and snatched your black beanie off your hat rack and pulled it over your head, you were finally out the door.

You may or may not have gone a few miles over the speed limit to get there on time, but you made it there just after 5:30, so you weren’t really worried. 

Genevieve called you over when she finally noticed you walking towards them. Jared was standing next to her with a smug look etched across his face. Something was up and it wasn’t going to be good. You just had that odd feeling in the pit of  your stomach.

 You headed over to them and hugged Gen with a smile. Noticing someone was missing, you raised your eyebrow at the taller Padalecki. “So, Jared. Where’s my friend?”

 He laughed, but before he could answer, Gen spoke up, “Oh, Jensen said he was going to be here a few minutes late.” 

Your eyes widened at her words. “You said who was gonna be a few minutes late?” you asked her, as you killed Jared with your eyes. Damn, you should’ve fucking known.

 “Jensen,” she said innocently. You had never told her about Jensen’s hatred towards you and by the looks of it, neither had her husband. It wasn’t that you didn’t want her to know, you just thought Jared would have mentioned it. He tells her everything.

Your voice soft, you looked at her and stated, “Your husband is the biggest asshole I know.” Jared had his hands on his knees, almost about to topple on the ground from laughing so hard.

She smiled, but furrowed her eyebrows. “You’re not wrong, but I’m not understanding why this time.”

You were getting to explain to her what was going on, but were cut off by Jared looking over you with the biggest grin on his face, “Oh, look. There’s my boy.” You turned to see Jensen walking towards the three of you. 

For a second, you didn’t breathe and your head simply stopped hurting. Does he always look like that? Who have I been looking at cause—no, he hates me.

Before he could see you, or before you thought he could, you quickly faced Genevieve. “I need to talk to you later,” you mouthed to her.

“Hey, guys,” you heard right behind you. You had to turn around because that’s what a normal person would do in a normal situation, right? You smiled at him, but when he saw your face, his smile immediately faded and he eyed Jared. Guess he didn’t know about this little charade either.

Before anyone could say anything to ignite the fiery tension, Gen broke it, saying, “Alright, let’s go!” She grabbed Jared’s hand and pulled him, leading you and Jensen. At that point, you’d just come to the fact that you couldn’t change who you were here with and you might as well just live in the moment. You weren’t going to let some stupid tension stop you from having fun with your friends.

All four of you stopped at a hot dog stand to grab something to eat before you walked the rest of the boardwalk for the next few hours. As the Padalecki’s ordered, you stood in line, Jensen right behind you. You felt Jensen’s breath on your neck before he whispered, “I just want to let you know this is not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” He pulled away with a heavy sigh. You rolled your eyes at him, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. You were somewhat upset at his words, but you expected nothing less from him.

After you all ate your hotdogs, you and Genevieve headed into a Bath & Body Works-like store, leaving the boys behind to do God knows what. Right as you walked into the store, Gen beamed in excitement. “Oh my gosh, what is going on between you and Ackles?” You just chuckled at her. It bothered you that you had to tell her it was nothing because she seemed so happy for you.

“Well that’s what I had to talk to you about,” you said softly as her smile faded. “You see, Jensen doesn’t even actually like me. He’s always had some problem with me even though I’ve been nothing but nice to him.”

For a second, she looked taken aback. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked you. Then it was your turn to be taken aback. “Y/N, it doesn’t look like that at all, actually. The way he whispered into your ear in the hotdog line. He’s so into you.”

“Gen, he only did that to firmly let me know that this wasn’t a double date, or any date of any kind,” you explained as you picked up a blue bath bomb. Gen hugged your side and leaned her head on your shoulder. Even if a hot guy didn’t like you, you had Gen who loved you and that’s all you could ask for.

When you two finished, you found the boys in Dick’s Sporting Goods. They seemed to be in a deep conversation until Jensen noticed you and Gen walking toward them. His face softened toward you and it was kind of weird for you because Jensen had never been soft or nice to you in any way, shape, or form.

It was now about 6:30 and you knew that the sun would go down soon, but the boardwalk was pretty at night, so you knew you must stay until it closed. Until then, the four of you sat down to eat dinner. You hadn’t planned on it, but the boys complained that even though they’d eaten a few hotdogs not even an hour before, they were “hungrier than a pack of wolves”. You all settled on eating at Chili’s. It wasn’t expensive, but still good.

 Of course, Jared and Gen sat on one side, which meant you had to sit next to Jensen. While the two of you ate, you felt his leg touch yours a few times. Although you know you shouldn’t, you liked the extra warmth that it gave you through your jeans. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you leaned into him slowly. At the start of the meal, you were almost a foot from each other and now all that separated you was only a few inches. By the time everyone was done and you had to leave. you were upset that the only thing to warm you up now was your flannel sleeves.

 The Padalecki’s decided to go spend some time by themselves at the end of pier. That left you and Jensen in awkward, lonely silence. The two of you sat on the wooden seats in the middle of the boardwalk looking at anything else but one another. You held your knees to your chest in order to keep warm.

Out of nowhere, he spoke up, breaking the silence, “Do you want my flannel? You look cold.” That was single-handedly the nicest thing he’d ever told you. You didn’t know how to react, so you simply did nothing. “Hey, Y/N, I’m really sorry about being a dick to you before.” His eyes bore at the side of your head, but you didn’t have the guts to look at him. You sighed, but stayed quiet and fiddled with the ends of your sleeves. “Can you say something? You’re making this whole ‘apologizing’ thing really hard.”

 After a few seconds, you finally said, “Is this some stupid, sick joke you’re trying to play me? So that after you start being nice to me you just say ‘sike’ and then make me look like a complete fool” You remained calm and managed not to raise your voide.  Still looking at your sleeves, you felt your cheeks go red and not in a good way. “Did Jared force you to do this? Is this why he wanted to go off with Gen somewhere? To get us alone together?” 

 “Noーwell, yes. Butー,” Jensen stammered, unable to answer you. Is he serious? You knew that you had liked him, or at least found him attractive, but it aggravated you that it took Jared for him to be nice to you. You were simply digusted that a person could be like this.

 “No, Jensen. Don’t ‘but’ me ‘cause that’s a whole load of bullshit and you know it. Just save it,” you protested, standing up. “You can hate me and all, and that’s fine, honestly, but don’t say shit you don’t mean just because Jared told you to start treating me like an actual human being.” Feeling tears brim in your eyes, you knew you couldn’t stay looking like this. “Tell Jared and Genevieve I said thank them for having me,” you choked out, walking away from him and towards the front of the boardwalk.

Before you even got a few steps away, you felt strong arms grip your waist and turn you around. Just then, Jensen’s lips were on yours. He tasted like a mixture of mint and beer, but you liked it. By the way he kissed you, you knew he meant what he said, that it wasn’t all because of Jared. It was sweet, but hungry. He wanted it.

After a second, you pulled away. You looked into his eyes, and they were soft, stunningly green. “Why are you so complicated, Ackles?” you breathed out.

“Y/N, that’s what I was trying to tell you,” he said almost in a whisper. Running his hands up and down your arms, he motioned towards the wooden bench you just sat on. “Let me explain myself.”

You two talked it out until Jared and Gen came back. When they both saw you sitting, cuddling, actually, together, they both had proud faces. Both of them knowing they’d get the spill from each of you later. 

[astereaes]

moonlight thief chapter eight

i have ascended to the astral realm two chapters left i shall live.

this is the longest chapter yet, over two thousand words. read and support on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9237890/chapters/21329852 leave comments, reblog not like, ect., ect. shoutout to @kanarael for being a support and beta reader n all that awesomeness. so here yall go

Chapter eight: homecoming.

“This is Axel, Lutz, and Loop. If it’s something with hair, they can do it.” Yuuri said, pointing to three identical girls, all with different hairstyles. “Yo girls!” He shouted, then held up armfuls of Victor’s hair. Their jaws dropped. As they braided Victor’s hair with flowers, the girls wouldn’t stop talking, much to Yuuri’s annyoment. “Uncle Yuuri, it’s been forever since you came to read to us.” “Uncle Yuuri, you’re gonna tell us the story of the missing prince tonight, right?” “Is this guy your boyfriend? He’s too handsome for you.” “Hey, mister, what’s your name?” “Vi-” Victor began. “-tya. Vitya.” Yuuri said. “I’m his guide.” “He looks a lot like prince Victor, right?” “Who knows what the prince would’ve looked like.” Yuuri said. “There’s no way anyone could predict what a child’s face would grow up to be.” “Who- uh, who’s prince Victor?” Victor asked. “I told you the country lost a prince a while back, right? He was kidnaped when he was around a year old. He’s never been found. The common theory is that there was a ransom note, but the king couldn’t pay it and the incident wasn’t publicized so that we wouldn’t know the exact financial problems of our government, which would probably incite a rebellion. The kidnapers were angry that they didn’t get their money and killed the prince. In mourning, no boy’s been named Victor since.” “But Yuuri doesn’t think the prince is dead, right?” Yuuri’s eyes snapped to Axel, who was holding some winter flowers to put in Victor’s hair. “He thinks he’s still alive, waiting to be saved, and when he does-” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yuuri said. “Then they’ll fall in love and he’ll make Yuuri the king!” “Okay, that’s enough. Is his hair done?” “Aren’t you gonna stay?” The girls whined in unison. “Vitya wants to see the festival.” Yuuri said, grabbing his hand and pulling him from his criss-crossed position on the cold cobblestones. Even in intricate braids, Victor’s hair still dragged on the ground. His neck leaned back. “It’s so heavy.” He said, rolling his head around. “No offense to you of course,” he said to the girls, “it’s beautiful and I love it. It’s how much I have that’s the problem.” “You’ll come by later and read, right? And talk to Celestino?” Lutz asked. “Yes, of course. I just need to take care of Vitya.” Yuuri said. “I’m long overdue to come by anyway.”

They bought festival food and ate it while they walked. Yurio left to check on the guard, but only after Victor made him promise not to rat them out. How he had made the horse promise is a mystery, but Yuuri put his faith in him. “What were those girls talking about? Going to read to them and all.” “They’re orphans from the orphanage I grew up in. Celestino runs the place. I drop by to read to them sometimes.” “And all of the politics? I thought you were a lowly thief.” “I stole the prince’s crown. I’m a very high class thief. I have to know my way around the political scene.” “This is starting to sound less like heists and more like fraud.” Victor teased. “I told you, I’ve done a lot of things.” Yuuri smiled. “Come on, there’s a dancing square over there!” “What?” They came to the edge of a bunch of people. Yuuri’s face fell. “Oh, it’s just a bunch of beggars. We’ll find another.” “What is it?” “Huh? A dancing square? Well- come over here, take of your coat.” “What? But it’s freezing out.” “Trust me.” Yuuri said, pulling off his coat and hanging it on a post. Victor took his off and handed it to him. Yuuri led him into the large square, stopping at the edge, and pulled off his boots. “Come on, Vitya, it’s better if you take off your shoes.” Victor blushed hearing the term of endearment from Yuuri’s lips. Again. “Okay.” Victor said, pulling off the boots, hopping from foot to foot on the freezing pavers. Yuuri held out his hand, standing in the square. Beggars were in the open space, laying on the ground. Victor took a step forward, onto warm stones. “What?” He asked, stepping around on them. “How come they’re warm?” “It’s a big part of culture to dance outside. But because the festival’s in winter, people couldn’t dance in the squares. So they dug out the space under it and burn coals to heat the stones. There’s a couple vents around, see?” Victor looked, and there were metal grates in the ground out of which black smoke rose. “And so you dance?” He asked. “We dance.”

Yuuri watched Victor enjoy the festival, dancing and talking. Despite his complaints about his heavy hair, he moved like a wood nymph, spinning about on bare feet. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind as he watched him, about what he felt and what he was going to do.

Victor couldn’t remember ever being this happy, dancing with the city people and talking with the children. Yuuri took off his glasses while he danced, his hair slicked back, and Victor felt the full effect of what his smoulder was trying to achieve in the tower that first day. It hadn’t been that long, really. Yuuri took off for a couple seconds to buy lanterns. This place was so bright, so happy so vibrant, Victor almost couldn’t take it. He was never going back to his tower.

As dusk settled over the festival, Yuuri took Victor by the hand and led him to the bay which surrounded the better part of the city. It was frozen solid. “Yuuri, what are you doing?” Victor asked. “Why do you have a giant bag?” Yuuri smiled pensively as he slung the bag off his shoulder. “If this has been your dream for the past twenty years, well, I want to give you the best seat in the house. Put these on.” Yuuri tossed a pair of ice skates to Victor. He eyed them skeptically. “What are they.” He said in a flat tone. “They’re ice skates. Because of how cold our country is, one of the best forms of transportation is over ice. It’s become ingrained in the culture. Do you need me to help you put them on?” Victor already had them on. I guess it’s in his blood. “H-how do you walk in these?” Victor asked, standing. His ankles caved inwards. Yuuri stood too, and stepped slowly to Victor. “They aren’t really for walking.” He held out his hand. “Come onto the ice.” Victor took his hand. It took Victor roughly two minutes to learn to skate forward. “There you go, you’re getting it!” Yuuri praised. “Do you think you can do it without holding my hand now?” “Without a doubt.” Victor said. “But I’d rather not.” “So, in order to skate backwards, you-oh! It’s starting.” The city had gone dark, the festival lights dead and not a single window lit. At the top of the palace, a low, shining light appeared, and after it, a wave of silver lights ran down the city’s curving streets. Thousands of lanterns were released into the air. The sky was as bright as day.

Victor glanced sideways at Yuuri, who was attempting to light their lantern. The memory of a tune came to him- something he had sung to himself or something he had heard somewhere, he didn’t know. “All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I’ve been Now I’m here blinking in the starlight Now I’m here suddenly I see Standing here it’s all so clear I’m where I’m meant to be-

And at last I see the light And it’s like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it’s like the sky is new And it’s warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything looks different Now that I see you.” Yuuri was looking at him, an indefinable look on his face.

He didn’t want to leave him. He couldnt. And yet, Victor was right. This was where he was meant to be. But not with Yuuri. But just for this night. No, just for this moment. For this second, with Victor looking at the lanterns and the city with wonder in his eyes, looking at Yuuri the same way. Then they’d fall in love and make Yuuri the King! He remembered Loop saying. He didn’t want a kingdom. He didn’t want any of that anymore. “All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time never truly seeing Things, the way they were Now you’re here shining in the starlight Now you’re here suddenly I know If you’re here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go-” Yuuri knew the tune, and the words came on their own.

“And at last I see the light!” He was skating figures, like he always did when his mind was on something else.

“And it’s like a fog has lifted.” Victor was skating with him- it’s in his blood, Yuuri thought again.

“And at last I see the light!” They curved around each other. Victor couldn’t be more beautiful in the silver light.

“And it’s like the sky is new~” A lamp fell between the two of them, and Yuuri tapped it back into the air.

“And it’s warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted. And somehow everything is different. Now that I see you.” The circles they skated came closer together, and they slowed, until the space between them was shrinking to slow for either of them to bare. And so Victor leaned down and then there was no space between them at all.

Whenever Victor was reading, almost always the same book- an old book of fairy tales- the first kiss between the prince and the princess was passionate, fast, and dramatic. Usually with high stakes and great confessions of love. This kiss was nothing of the sort. It was soft and sweet and neither of them were certain of how to go about it. The memory of their voices lingered across the frozen bay. When Yuuri pulled away, it was with tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Victor asked. “I’m so selfish.” He said. “I’m not going to let you go.” “Yuuri, I have to tell you something.” Victor said. The bag that he had carried with him, virtually unnoticed, was slung off his shoulder. He opened it, exposing the gleaming crown. “I was worried, I don’t really know why, but I was worried you’d leave me if I gave it to you. Silly, right?” Yuuri took the bag gingerly, his eyes darted to the shoreline, and his expression darkened. “I’ll be back in just a second.” He said, and brushed his lips across Victor’s cheekbone. “I swear.”

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