#he was dramatic. she was m'lady

[seriousbrat]

As someone who has been in this fandom for a long time, I can assure you that the Marauders fandom pre-Jegulus also treated Lily very poorly. For example: Lili was often portrayed in fanfics as a completely humorless person who was a huge killjoy. Another very common thing was that her negative feelings for James were portrayed as a major flaw, several times a character would tell her: "Lily stop being a bitch James is amazing" It wasn't James who had to become a better person for Lily to like him, it was she who needed to wake up to the "great man" that James was. Another disgusting thing that was common in fanfics was locking Lily and James in a closet so that she would "accept her feelings for him" as if she had no right to choose. Her negative feelings for James were never valid either she was "too stupid to understand James" or they were "unresolved sexual tension."

Yes this is true! I've been in the fandom a while myself, but the era when I first started being active in specifically the jily fandom (2012-ish) coincided with the advent of third wave feminism and the MeToo movement, at least here on tumblr, so there wasn't as much of this in my personal experience or in my circles. By that time, usually anything outrageously misogynistic like that was quickly stamped on. And this predates Jegulus by a decade at least, so I think most of what you describe is pre-tumblr. Like Cassie Claire/livejournal-era LOL. Tbf idk what the fandom was like on other websites.

But that being said I think things did slip through the cracks even then, because misogyny is learnt and reproduced by everyone, and you could still see hints of what you describe in the fanfic that was being written at the time.

At this point the idea that James constantly asking her out and haranguing her was sexy was just starting to be questioned and pushed back against. Because those kinds of narratives were just starting to be questioned in general, similarly Snape's unrequited love for Lily started to be seen as less sympathetic and less romantic around the same time. So as I recall we started seeing more portrayals of James as Flawless Feminist King, which I now find unrealistic for a teenage boy in the 70s and a bit cringe lmao. I don't think he was harassing her but neither was he a virtuous woke paragon. Back then we were all (mostly) young girls/women writing our idea of the perfect man haha.

And obviously Woke King James was set against Evil Incel Snape (this was also around when the incel movement and bronies emerged, GamerGate happened, etc.) which led to the marauders/jily fandom largely justifying Snape being bullied, and this still happens today. (although these days he's also been upgraded to a raging homophobe lmao.) In my last post about that fan film I was complaining about the opposite haha, but for the record I've just had to close two separate jily fics earlier today for portrayals of Snape that were too one-dimensionally nasty for my tastes.

[singmyaubade]

the greatest heist

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy

a/n: my bad for taking so long.. enjoy & as always, i apologize if you hate this!

part 1 | part 2

SITTING in the Hospital Wing for the rest of your glamorous night was certainly not on your bucket list for the year.

You couldn't believe that while your friends were most likely on their next shot of Firewhiskey, there you were, sitting with an ice pack on your ankle and a yellow, now turning purple, bruise resting below it.

The scowl on your face couldn’t be more defined before a gentle squeeze on your forearm snapped you out of your angered thoughts.

A sweet, warm James sat beside you, his comforting smile as kind as ever. You gave him a shy smile in return, reluctant to admit that his presence made you feel just a little bit better.

"You know, you don’t have to stay here," You said, voice soft but sincere. "You don’t have to stay out of pity for me while the rest of our friends are probably on their fourth round of Truth or Dare." You snorted, trying to make light of it.

James lightly laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "I wanna be here," He replied sweetly, making your heart swell despite yourself. "I mean, I am partly to blame for your injury."

You snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, your vicious twirling of me is definitely what did it."

He yawned dramatically. "Yeah, I’m so strong," He flexed one arm with exaggerated pride, earning a laugh from you as you playfully swatted at him.

"Well, dearie!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, appearing suddenly from the patient beside you. "It seems it’s just a deep bruise—nothing a bit of Bruisewart Balm won’t fix," She stated, handing you the small jar of balm. "I’d recommend taking it easy on your feet for a day or two, but nothing too strenuous."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," You smiled as she nodded and moved on to her next patient.

"And to prevent more bruising," Pomfrey added with a sly smile, "I’d recommend staying away from Mr. Potter over here."

James frowned. "Oh Pops, how you wound me!" He said dramatically, making Pomfrey roll her eyes and walk away.

The tension in the room lifted, but as James turned back to you, the air between you two shifted. You met his gaze, and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, how the dim light of the Hospital Wing made them look even more intense. You felt your heart race in your chest as he cleared his throat.

"Well, it seems like you won’t need to stay overnight," James said, a little too casually, his voice softer than usual. "May I help you hop back to your dorm m'lady?" His hand extended out for you.

You blinked at him, a little surprised at his suggestion. "What a gentleman," You mocked, though your voice was lighthearted as he helped you carefully get to your feet, his hand steady at your waist and the small of your back.

You both started down the hallway, his support a comforting presence as you tried to regain your balance on your injured ankle.

"You know Emma’s going to kill me, right?" You said with a dry chuckle.

James huffed in response, his arm still around you. "She’s really not as deadly as you all make her out to be," he said lightly.

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I think there’s a reason all the girls in sixth year have stayed away from you, and it isn’t because of your looks or personality."

James laughed, but there was a tinge of embarrassment in his eyes. "Well, she’s just really protective, you know?" He helped you adjust your step as you hopped slightly, trying to stay balanced. "She cares about me."

You raised an eyebrow. 'Protective doesn’t mean bat-shit crazy,' You thought to yourself.

"But I am sorry for how she’s been treating you," James continued, his voice turning a little more serious. "We broke up over it, you know?"

You didn’t know how to respond. You’d heard they’d had a fight, but you hadn’t realized it had escalated to that point.

"Over me?" you asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah," He nodded, his voice almost sheepish. "I know we haven’t talked much in the last couple of years, but you’ve always meant a lot to me, you know? So, when she gave me that choice—you or her—I thought it was a load of bollocks, but in the end, I think it was what we both needed. To take a step back, I mean."

You felt your stomach twist at his words. You knew their relationship had always been complicated, but hearing it from him like this was not what you had expected.

"And how did she take that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.

James’s face softened, but there was a faint trace of sadness in his expression. "She yelled. Cursed me out for a bit, slammed the door, and I haven’t seen her since."

You nodded, processing his words. You hoped to feel happy and to be excited, but you only felt sadness for James. Despite your dislike for Emma, he had seemed to actually enjoy her presence.

And all you ever wanted for James was for him to be happy even if it meant the literal Anti-christ being his girlfriend.

"Well," You said quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that."

James looked over at you, his lips curling into a soft smile. "Thanks."

The silence stretched between you two as you hobbled along the corridor. You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and something about it made your heart beat a little faster.

"Can I ask you something?" You ventured, glancing up at him.

"Anything," James replied, his voice sincere.

"Why didn’t you ever... you know, talk to me about this before? You’ve been kind of distant, and—" You cut yourself off, not wanting to sound too accusatory.

James gave a small, rueful chuckle. "Guess I was just stupid, huh?" He looked over at you, his expression thoughtful. "I always figured things would work themselves out, and we would get closer in the future. But maybe I was wrong or just scared of Emma." He lightly laughed.

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet for a moment, your mind racing. The conversation felt like it was drifting toward a place you weren’t sure you were ready for, but at the same time, a part of you felt like you needed the conversation.

As you approached the Gryffindor Tower entrance, you could see the Fat Lady’s portrait in the distance, and the familiar weight of the evening was starting to settle back into place.

"This is me," You said, trying to keep your tone light as you stopped in front of the portrait.

"Yeah," James replied softly, a bit quieter now like he didn’t want the moment to end. "But, you know, if you ever need anything—"

"I know where to find you," You said, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

James looked at you for a long moment, and for just a beat, it felt like everything between you two shifted again. His eyes were intense, but there was something more in them now, something that made your heart flutter.

"Yeah," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "You do."

You turned toward the Fat Lady, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions coursing through you. You gave her the password, and as the portrait swung open, you took a last glance at James.

"Night, James," You said, your voice soft.

"Goodnight," he replied, his gaze lingering on you as you stepped inside.

And for a brief moment, you couldn’t help but wonder, maybe there was more to your friendship than you’d ever realized.

--

"He said what?!" Dorcas yelled excitedly, her voice carrying across the otherwise quiet Great Hall. You quickly shushed her, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching. It was way too early for this kind of drama.

You had both decided to wake up an hour earlier than all the other girls for two very important reasons: 1) You didn’t trust Emma, and 2) You really didn’t trust Emma.

A few third-years glanced up from their breakfast, clearly curious about the outburst. You snorted, trying to hide your smile as you took another bite of toast.

"And what did you say?" Dorcas asked, her eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.

"Nothing," You muttered, refusing to meet her gaze as you stared off into the distance.

"What do you mean you said nothing?!" She questioned loudly, banging her hand against the table with enough force to rattle your plate.

You grabbed her hands quickly, trying to calm her down. "Stop doing that!" You whispered, sending apologetic glances to the third-years who were now staring openly at you.

"I just mean you had a perfect opportunity to get back at Emma, get Potter on your side, and you said nothing?!" Dorcas exclaimed, her voice rising with the excitement of her accusation.

You sighed, guilt twisting in your stomach. "I can’t do that to him, Dorc," You said quietly.

She stared at you for a long moment, clearly processing your words. There was a flash of realization in her eyes before she grinned, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You like him!"

You felt your face heat up as you rolled your eyes. "I do not."

"You do," She sang, drawing out the words like she was taunting a child.

"I do not," You said firmly, refusing to let her win.

"But you do—"

"I do not!" You interrupted, suddenly shouting, not even bothering to care about the third years who were now openly staring at you.

Dorcas smirked in victory. "Yeah, sure you don’t."

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. "This can’t be happening to me. It’s been one day since the plan was made!" You whined, half-exasperated, half-amused.

Dorcas gently pried your hands away from your face, her fingers rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles. "You can’t just hold your feelings in. If you like Potter, then so what?" She said gently, trying to comfort you. "Better than that evil witch."

You snorted at that. "I can't, Dorcas. I refuse to like someone who has the craziest ex-girlfriend in all of girlfriend history."

She sighed dramatically, looking at you as if you were the most difficult person in the world. "So what’s your master plan now, huh? Avoid him forever?"

You put on a fake, thoughtful face. "Avoid him," You pondered with a smile. "It’s the only option. Great idea, Dorc!"

Dorcas huffed, shaking her head as she took her hands away from yours. "Yeah, maybe just avoid him," She muttered, clearly not sold on your brilliant plan.

You laughed and stabbed a fork into your eggs. "Exactly."

Before Dorcas could reply, a voice slid in beside her, smooth and familiar. "Isn’t it the prettiest ladies I’ve had the honor of seeing as I awake?" Sirius Black drawled, grinning widely. Dorcas immediately shot him a disgusted look, scooting a few inches away from him.

"What do you want, Black?" You asked, already annoyed before he could even open his mouth again.

"Why do you treat me so horribly when I just want your love?" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him deeply.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his antics.

"Are all of the Marauders this dramatic?" Dorcas asked, still eyeing Sirius in distaste.

"Believe it or not, yes," You confirmed, just as someone slid into the seat beside you.

"Good morning," James Potter greeted, flashing you that same sweet smile you had trouble getting out of your head.

You immediately felt a flutter in your chest. Your throat seemed to dry up as you turned to look at him. He looked radiant this morning—like the sun itself had decided to take residence in his smile.

You gulped, your brain scrambling for words. You quickly glanced at Dorcas, who gave you a subtle shake of her head, silently telling you not to do anything rash.

"Morning!" you rushed out, way too eager. You quickly gathered your things, mentally panicking. "I actually have to go study in the library for a while, so I’m just gonna go ahead." You stood quickly, trying to make your escape.

James stood up with you, looking at you with those shining eyes. "I can come with," He offered cheerfully, clearly not reading the room at all.

You shook your head rapidly, desperate to escape the conversation. "No, no! I’ll be fine!" you said a little too quickly, almost tripping over your own feet as you backed away. "I’ll just see you later."

James and Sirius exchanged a curious glance as you rushed off. You breathed a sigh of relief the moment you stepped out of the Great Hall and into the corridor.

Finally, peace and quiet.

But then you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James Potter jogging to catch up.

"Hey!" He called out, clearly not bothered by your earlier panic. "I decided to come with you since I’ve got nothing to do. Figured we could walk to class together after studying." He said it so cheerfully as if you hadn’t just escaped from his company a few moments ago.

You blinked, speechless. You hadn’t expected him to follow you. You didn’t think it would be this hard to get James Potter off your back.

He matched your pace, the two of you walking side by side in the silence that felt anything but comfortable.

And you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a moment, if your life had just become infinitely more complicated than you had planned.

"So, what did you need to study?" James asked, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he looked at you with that easygoing grin of his.

You quickly scrambled for an answer, the pressure of his gaze making your mind race. "Astronomy!" You replied a bit too quickly, the excitement in your voice betraying your nerves.

"But you've always been good at Astronomy," James raised an eyebrow, his gaze skeptical as he studied you closely.

You tried to shrug it off, but your voice betrayed you. "I'm afraid the subject's been slowly slipping from me," You said, forcing a smile.

His face softened, the skepticism fading into a more understanding look. "Yeah, Professor Sinistra does tend to move quickly," He said, nodding in agreement. "I even tried to cast a time-slowing spell on her once just to get down all my notes."

You laughed, the image of James trying (and likely failing) to slow down the Professor amusing. "And what did you get in return?" you asked, a teasing grin playing on your lips.

"Two weeks of detention," He said, smirking as if the whole thing was just a funny memory. "Totally worth it though."

You giggled, the sound feeling lighter in your chest. "Of course it was."

You both walked in silence next to each other, making your way towards the library. You were glad that the silence was comfortable but a part of you still thought avoiding James was the best plan.

You went to sit at a table before James rushed over to you, pulling your chair out for you as you rolled your eyes, "Do you just want me to keep calling you a gentleman?"

"A bit," He shrugged as he sat down across from you.

You opened your textbook for Astronomy, actually deciding to do work since you were there anyways.

You noticed James making paper planes and attempting to get them to fly over your head. By the fourth one, it hit you square in the forehead, and you let out a dramatic sigh.

"Do you need me to give you a task?" You asked, eyeing him with a look that could only be described as 'toddler supervision.'

James rested his head on his palm, his gaze staring off into space. "I just think there are more exciting things we could be doing right now," He replied with a bored sigh.

"Like what?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and offering him a light smile.

He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up with mischief. "I could teach you how to play Quidditch!"

You almost felt sick just hearing the words. You shook your head furiously. "I don't know about that," You said, looking back down at your textbook as if you could will the conversation away.

James grabbed your hand in an exaggerated plea. "Come on, it'll be fun!" He cheered, his enthusiasm making you laugh, but before you could say anything else, the librarian shushed him with a fierce look.

You giggled quietly, "Sorry, James, no," You said firmly, scribbling some notes in your textbook.

James pouted dramatically, laying his head down on the desk in defeat. You studied him for a few moments as he huffed, like a child who hadn't gotten his way.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist the pull of his antics. "I'm not falling for this."

He continued to pout, his face scrunched in exaggerated misery. He pretended to sniffle dramatically, looking up at you with his big hazel eyes.

"No, James, I mean it," You said, trying to keep your tone firm, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

--

And next thing you knew, you were on the Quidditch field.

You yelped loudly as you clung to James’s waist, the wind rushing in your face as he zoomed higher into the sky. "We haven't even made it into the air yet!" James laughed excitedly, clearly having the time of his life as you panicked.

"This is still really high!" You cried out, your grip tightening around him. You dared a glance down and saw the ground growing smaller and more distant by the second.

"Close your eyes, I’ve got you!" James shouted reassuringly, though it still sounded somehow delicate, soothing you.

With a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped him even tighter. The wind whipped around you, but James’s steady hold kept you grounded—physically, at least. When you opened your eyes, the sensation of rising fast into the air filled you with a mix of excitement and dread.

James cheered as you both soared, flipping through the air and spiraling in wide, dizzying motions. You screamed, the wind filling your lungs with cold, sharp air.

But then, as if sensing your panic, James calmed things down, steering the broom to glide slowly over the Black Lake.

You exhaled a long breath, your heart rate slowing as you took in the view. From this height, the lake looked more beautiful than you'd ever seen it before, its surface sparkling in the early morning light.

You rested your cheek against his back, staring down at the glistening water below. "This is really pretty," You murmured, surprised at how peaceful it felt up here.

James chuckled lightly. "It's one of my favorite things to look at when I ride." He smiled, but you could feel his warmth, even through the rush of wind. When you lifted your head to look at him, he glanced back with a grin that seemed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Is this where you disappear to during Quidditch games when you're supposed to be looking for the snitch?" You joked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

James's eyes widened dramatically. "You've figured me out!" he yelled, a laugh bursting from him before he abruptly swerved the broom again, causing you both to spiral upward with another whoosh of wind.

You screamed as you were whipped through the air, but James’s laughter was all you could hear. He cheered as the wind carried you higher, and you couldn’t help but laugh, even as you felt the thrill and panic collide inside you.

Seeing James so excited, gliding through the air, eased most of your fear. His laughter, the way he moved so effortlessly—it was impossible not to feel lighter in his presence.

You hadn’t realized until now how much you wanted to see someone smile like that, so carefree and alive. His joy was infectious, and it made you feel like maybe you were starting to enjoy this too.

James’s grin widened when he saw the way you were watching him. “See? Told you it’s fun up here,” he said, his voice full of that same infectious enthusiasm. He spun the broom gently, making you feel the rush of wind again, and for the first time, you didn’t mind it.

You met his gaze, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, it’s amazing up here,” You admitted.

James’s smile softened as he gently lowered both of you to the ground. You carefully dismounted the broom, your legs still a little shaky from the ride.

As James went to put the broom back in its rightful place, you glanced at your watch—(yes, you had actually bought one)—and your heart dropped. "Shit! James, we’re going to be late!" You yelled, rushing toward him.

He immediately sprinted over as you tossed his bag at him with a hurried "Sorry!" You grabbed yours, slinging it over your shoulder before running up the stairs.

After what felt like an eternity of climbing, you stopped at the first landing to catch your breath.

James huffed, leaning on the railing. "Maybe we should just skip," He suggested, looking at you with a mischievous glint.

You shot him a death glare as the stairs shifted back into place, urging him to hurry. "Not an option, Potter!"

You both barely made it to class, arriving two minutes late. Professor Adair gave you both a disappointed look and gestured to the empty seats in the front. The entire class seemed to turn toward you, exchanging curious glances.

James leaned over and whispered, "Hey, you did great today."

You flushed, feeling a little flustered. "Thanks," You mumbled, half of you still recovering from the flying.

"Think I can have a spot on the team?" You asked, grinning at him.

James grinned back. "Oh, for sure. Your flying skills are impeccable," He said, his tone light and teasing.

"Be careful, Potter. I might take your spot as Seeker." You nudged him, half-joking, but his hand squeezed your thigh lightly in response.

You were about to respond when you saw your friends walking toward you, with Emma trailing behind them. The glare she shot you could've melted stone, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of unease.

"And why were you two late?" Lily asked, her voice mock-stern.

"Well, Mom, we were out flying," James said with a dramatic pout, making you laugh.

Lily looked at you, wide-eyed. "You went flying?"

"How did you make her do that?" Remus asked, half-sitting on his chair in front of you as Sirius snored, head resting on his shoulder.

"I don’t think I’ve ever even seen Y/N jump ," Marlene chimed in, snickering.

You shot her a look, but the corner of your lips twitched. "It was a one-time thing."

"Oh, yeah?" James smirked, nudging you with his shoulder. "I think there’s still more flying to do," He teased, and you giggled.

Your friends exchanged suspicious glances, but Emma’s sour expression cut through the moment. She stepped forward, eyes fixed on James, her voice syrupy sweet. "Well, we’re thinking about going to Hogsmeade tonight," she said, ignoring you completely.

"Sounds fun," You said casually, but Emma’s smile faltered slightly.

Sirius yawned, not looking up from where he was practically asleep on Remus’s shoulder. "So, are you two in?"

James looked at you with a grin. "If M’lady is."

"Sure, why not?" You responded lightly.

Emma looked like she was about to cast the Killing Curse right there, but she held it together, forcing a fake smile. "Great, it’s a date," She said, her eyes burning into you.

You had a feeling that tonight was going to be very interesting.

[suna-cerely-yours]

a/n: I also want to be tutored by college!kuroo. And steal that black hoodie (also fun fact this was supposed to be a part of a college series)

warnings: fem!reader

Let’s be honest, you were good but there was no way you were passing this class without extra help. You groan, dropping your head in your friend’s lap, throwing your jean-clad legs over the armrest of the sofa the two of you occupied, in the corner of a very crowded frat house.

“I won’t pass, I’m sure of it. Probability distributions were bad enough, but now that he’s moved onto parameter estimation, I have absolutely zero idea what’s going on.”

“You’ll be fine,” your friend says, flicking you lightly on your forehead, “don’t be dramatic.”

There’s a series of cheers and noise from the direction of the kitchen, which has your friend craning her neck.

“I think they’re doing body shots over there.”

“I think I need a tutor.”

“The volleyball team is also there.”

“The professor’s such a hard-ass too.”

“I’m going to see if I can get their setter to do a body shot off of me.”

Slipping your head from her lap, she’s off, yelling something about calling you later. Groaning again, you rest your arm against your forehead, wondering if you should be spending your Friday night in the Statistics section of the library rather than the frat party you were currently at. You were about to get up when you feel the sofa sink with weight above your head. Moving your arm, you’re met with a red jacket and the smell of laundry detergent. 

“Ah, sorry- I’ll just get out of the way,” you begin, getting up and sitting properly on the couch.

“My friend aced Stat203 last year.”

You look questioningly at the man beside you, his eyes trained on his phone before him. Messily dyed hair tied in a low bun, red track jacket, black ripped jeans and a lip piercing- you were looking at the setter of your university’s volleyball team- Kenma Kozume.

“I- pardon? Are you talking to me?”

“He took the class for fun last year.”

“That’s- that’s great, uh but I don’t think I’m who you think I am. I-”

“You said you needed a tutor.”

You blink, eyes widening. Holy shit did the frat party actually turn out to be the correct place to look for a Statistics tutor?

“I am looking for someone to help me out a little, um, are you sure they would be willing to help me out?”

Kenma looks up from his phone, for the first time since you started talking, you notice. Golden eyes flick down your torso once, before meeting your eyes.

“I’ll give you his number, ask him yourself.”

                                                    .....

Setting your books down in the study room, you check your watch again, exactly five minutes before you and Tetsu were scheduled to meet. You still didn’t know who he exactly was, having no actual information about him aside from the nickname and the fact that he was Kenma’s friend. Apart from the initial awkwardness of messaging a stranger, the two of you had exchanged a couple of texts before deciding to meet for a scheduled tutoring session at the library. You’ve only started scrolling on Tumblr when there’s a sharp knock on the door, the person opening it before you can say anything.

Tall, is your first impression.

Red, is your next.

Hair, is your final- before realization sets in.

“Kuroo Tetsurou?”

Hazel eyes blink back as the captain of the volleyball team stands in front of you.

His eyes crinkle, lips curling into a smile as his enters the room, letting the door fall shut behind him as he drops into the seat before you.

" 's not fair that you know who I am and I don't," he says stretching back in his seat. " Kozume only said that a pretty girl needed some help."

Your eyebrow quirks at the pretty girl comment, but you don't say anything of it- opting to introduce yourself instead.

"Pretty name."

"Laying it on a lil' thick, aren't you?"

"All part of the charm m'lady."

You stop fidgeting with your textbook to look up at him and blink.

"M'lady?"

A pained look crosses over his face as he drags a hand through his hair, messing it up even more.

"Yeah, that might have been a little too thick."

Fighting the urge to smile, you press your lips together before murmuring a 'that's what she said', clicking your pen and flipping to a fresh page.

A snort escapes the man in question as he pulls your textbook closer to him.

"So, who's class are you taking this semester? Please tell me it's not Sakusa."

You chew on your lower lip in silence.

Kuroo glances your way once before sighing.

"Of course it's him."

"In my defense I didn't expect a man so pretty to be that much of a hard-ass."

"Hard-ass is putting it nicely."

You scowl, tapping your pen against the table lightly. "He teaches well, it's just- he's so unapproachable and he expects perfection and I have so much piled up this semester and I-"

"Woah, calm down pretty, it's okay. That's what I'm here for aren't I?", he smiles, a dimple popping in his left cheek.

You swallow before smiling back, nodding.

"Good girl, now where should we begin?"

This was going to be a long semester.

[ontherocks21]

Thoughts From Hyperspace:

Another Anidala headcanon here.

I love to think that the first time Padmé ever saw her man in uniform, her mind just shuts down. Like blank slate clean. No thoughts. She just stares, completely and totally entranced. The good news for her, despite the public setting (come on, it's a lot more dramatic and fun this way!), is her handmaidens are able to run interference. And they're pretty successful at it, too. Until Anakin realizes the effect he's clearly having on his wife and starts not-so-subtly (it IS Anakin we are talking about here) showing off for her.

At some point, Dormé just calls a spade a spade, and hands Padmé whatever the Star Wars equivalent of a handkerchief is. When Padmé blinks back to life and stutters, "Wh-- What's this for?" Dormé rolls her eyes, and says, "Your drool, M'Lady."

[changetyre]

THIS IS YOUR FAULT! || LN4 Ⓢ Ⓦ *Drabble*

SUMMARY: You thought the hardest part of your unplanned pregnancy would be the lack of sleep maybe the nausea but you would've never thought the ridiculous increase in your libido would be what was proving the most challenging. (Lando Norris x Pregnant!Reader)

WARNINGS: ***Smut 18+***

A/N: This drabble is quite short but I am willing to write other parts of this couple if requested ;)

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"This is all your stupid stupid fault." You whined as you spoke to your boyfriend on the phone after ranting to him for 10 minutes straight.

You heard him giggle on the other side which only made you angrier. "I'm almost home darling."

He reminded you of the fact he had literally only gone to the store down the street because you were craving some sour candies after Lando had eaten you out for the second time today and it was only 12pm.

"You're a goddamn professional driver for fucks sake it should only take you half a second to speed down the street in your stupid orange car and get back." You continued whining.

You felt like your body was literally screaming for your boyfriend to put his hands on you and relieve you from this need to feel pleasure...again.

"Baby I didn't take the car just to go to the store that is 5 minutes away walking." He laughed again.

"I hate you." you almost cried.

This is what the first months of pregnancy were looking for you, You thought that after being knocked up by your boyfriend by accident during your 2-year anniversary would be enough sex for a while but your body thought otherwise.

It was honestly ridiculous the frequency with which you needed to relieve yourself but you were incredibly thankful for the fact that you got pregnant on the penultimate race of the season and this horny symptom had only shown up after the season ended so you had your boyfriend home most of the time and for a few months.

At first, Lando was concerned with how needy you were even thinking something was wrong but after a visit to your OBGYN where she found his concern funny, she reassured you both that this would be normal and the antidote was pretty self-explanatory.

After this Lando quite enjoyed being so needed and being able to inject you with the medicine needed so often and initially for you it was fun too until it just started getting frustrating.

Yes, Lando had the exact skill set required to pleasure you exactly the way you needed repeatedly and bring you satisfaction rather quickly but the frustrating part was the fact that the satisfaction only lasted an hour or 2 sometimes even less, and sometimes Lando wasn't home to help which had you crying at times because relieving yourself was never nearly enough.

Lando had become such an expert at landing a helping hand that sometimes he would even be in meetings while secretly fingering you who would lay in front of him with your legs spread wide open. Sometimes he would even be eating you out while on a phone call shushing you when he would unmute his phone to keep talking.

"I love you too darling." You would've started crying if Lando hadn't come right through the door after this.

"FINALLY!" You called dramatically. "Eat!" You yelled pointing at your bare pussy where you had laid on the couch.

"With pleasure." Lando laughed setting the bags down.

"WAIT!" You yelled before he could walk forward. "I want my sour gummies." You extended your hand.

Lando could only laugh again at your antics reaching for them in the grocery bag and tossing them to you before finally kneeling down in front of the couch.

"Anything else M'lady." he joked.

"No, now eat." You pointed again in between your legs as you both began eating, you your gummies and Lando you.

[amphibiahawks321]

[Nami leans against the ship's railing, gazing at Y/N who was leaning against the railing first]

Nami : Well you've been quiet all day, something on your mind?

[Y/N starts scratching the back of his head]

M!Reader : Hehe, what did I make you worried? Been thinking about nothing really, well... Maybe thinking a bit about you

[Nami raises an eyebrow and is now smirking]

Nami : Oh? Since when do I occupy that much space in that head of yours?

M!Reader : Since I realized you're the brightest thing on this ship m'lady~✨

[He said dramatically making Nami's smirk softening into a warm smile]

Nami : Chuckles... When it comes from you, flatter does actually get you somewhere

M!Reader : Chuckles... Well good, because I meant every word y'know

Nami : But then again...

[Nami leans closer to Y/N's ear]

Nami : Get even more charming and it might just end you up on your knees~

[Nami said, leaving Y/N completely speechless and blushing as she left Y/N alone only for Y/N to turn around and see]

Nami :

M!Reader blushing : .......

[talaok]

Hey. I had an idea for pedro and reader

How about them having a little kitchen date, making pasta and just talk

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

"Like this?"

"no no no" you mumbled, shaking your head as you abandoned your own task to go help him with his.

"You're torturing these poor tomatoes baby" You frowned, looking down at the mush that he'd created on the cutting board "Here let me show you," you said, as he handed you the knife

"like this" you explained, cutting the tomato like any normal human being would have cut it "Got it?"

And from the look of it, he hadn’t gotten it, his eyes weren't even on the motion, they were only on you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

A small smile pulled at his lips

"I just love it when you get bossy"

You raised an eyebrow at him "oh yeah?"

"yeah," he nodded, inching his face closer to yours.

"We should put that to the test later" you teased

"How bout right now?" he purred before kissing you

You smiled "Not a chance, cowboy, we said we were gonna do this and now we're gonna do it"

"fine" he groaned, as you passed him the knife back.

"Good boy" you joked, getting back to your station.

he grinned, before starting to slice the tomatoes again.

"So how did it go with your mom today?"

"Good" you smiled "She almost cried when she saw me at her doorstep, she said she hadn't seen me in so long she was starting to forget how I looked" You huffed out a laugh "Dramatic as usual, you know how she is"

He chuckled in response, 

"We went for a walk and then stopped for coffee..." You lost interest in your own sentence as your ears picked up on the melody coming from the radio.

"They're playing our song" you breathed through a smile.

He stopped what he was doing to listen too.

"Care for a dance, m'lady?" he asked without hesitation, a thick British accent falling from his lips, as he cleaned his hands on the apron you insisted he wore, and then extended one of them to you.

"With pleasure, m'lord" you replied, mimicking his tone.

And before you knew it, you were dancing around the kitchen, completely ignoring the song's rhythm, as you smiled at each other like you knew a secret nobody else was aware of.

Just like you did on your first date.

"Did I tell you you look very beautiful today?" he asked, smooth as ever.

"You did" you smiled 

"Well I think it's time to tell you again" he murmured, "You look stunning, sweetheart"

"Thank you" You rolled your eyes playfully, before giving him a quick kiss "you look beautiful too, but we'd better get back to cooking" you said, as you freed yourself of his hold and walked back to the counter

He groaned, as he walked up to you until he was able to wrap his arms around your torso, hugging you from behind, and placing his head on your shoulder.

"There's something else I'd like to do much more right now..."

You gasped, turning your head to find him

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you scolded "You better get back to cutting those tomatoes right now"

He chuckled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your back.

He kissed your cheek, before doing as told

"So bossy" he smirked

[haikyu-mp4]

March

word count; 763 – f!reader

Hinata Shoyo was often in the library. He worked as a volunteer and helped the kind librarian, Haru, at least once a week. When he walked through the doors on a sunny day in March, several people greeted him, but he had to go looking for Haru. After looking around here and there, he found her talking to a woman by the table at the back. He took note of the many books you had lying around, along with your appreciative smile, and deduced that this was probably the woman that Haru had been mentioning in passing the last weeks. The sweet flower, as she so affectionately called you.

Sunrays seeped through the windows behind you and made your hair look like pretty petals. He walked up to you two and tried to take his eyes off you. "Hello, Haru."

"Hello, dear boy. How nice to see your smile today." When you lifted your gaze again, your eyes reminded Hinata of stars at night with their bright calming light. On the other hand, you looked up at him and wondered if he was the sun itself. Golden light hugged him, and his smile seemed to emit sun rays.

He bowed politely, and you returned it. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hinata."

"I'm y/n." Her eyes smiled back at him.

"I suspected so, Haru told me about you. Speaking of, what do you need help with today, Haru?" He tried to do what he was supposed to, but his eyes kept betraying him and straying to you. Flower was a good description, indeed.

"Now that you mention it, I just got in more books for y/n-" Haru glanced adoringly at you. "How about you go get them from the back?" Hinata nodded his head and got right to it. When he returned, carrying two books, the librarian had left to do something else. Hinata put the books down and decided to sit across from you with a dramatic sigh.

"You know, Haru told me about you too," you admitted after he settled down. He raised his eyebrows in wonder, even though it didn’t actually surprise him.

"Did she, now?" His smile was contagious, and you tried to hide yours by looking down at the open book on the table.

"Yes. You're nice." Your short sentences made him think you might be more of an introvert. "She said that you know everyone. That sounded crazy to me." Finally looking up at him again, your eyes fell on his welcoming posture. He genuinely wanted to talk to you. "But I believe her now."

His heart fluttered at your words.

The rest of the day, Hinata kept coming back to your table between his tasks. You talked about anything and everything, getting to know each other, glances getting a little sweeter every time. It lasted until the sun fell low on the sky and you had no choice but to go home.

You picked up your books, seemingly going to carry half of them in your arms when they didn't fit in the bag. Hinata was just checking on you before leaving the job and noticed this. His mother sure raised a gentleman. "Let me take those," he said and walked over to take them from you. He waited until you smiled shyly and thanked him, making sure he didn’t overstep.

"Thank you, Hinata. My bike is right outside if you want to walk with me?" you sort of asked, not wanting the sunshine to leave just yet.

"No problem, m'lady." He sent you a wink, and you had to look away to hide your blush. "So, what are your weekend plans?"

"I don't know yet, honestly. Wildflowers are starting to bloom, so I might go pick some," you thought out loud, thinking about all the pretty colours. "What about you?"

"Picking flowers sounds so peaceful," he stated, glancing at you with a hint of hope.

"You can come with me, I guess. If you want to?" The question sure sounded nervous, but his tone made you hope that he kind of wanted to.

"Really?" Somehow, that was the cutest thing you heard in a long time. You smiled and nodded. "In exchange, maybe you'll go with me to the club on Saturday?" He moved his head from side to side in a small dance.

"I don’t usually go to the club…"

"It’s so cool though! We can dance all night, I promise I’ll take care of you," he said affectionately, and you imagined it in your head.

"Weirdly enough, that sounds kind of nice."

The Schoolyear Series ║ masterlist

dedicated to @sobbiees 🩷

[monpetitchattriste]

Just another Christmas (perhaps)

@celestialtitania Happy spouse house secret Santa! My gift to you is a small ladynoir fic!

Summary: It's Christmas time, and for Marinette, it feels like just a normal night. She wishes that it felt like Christmas past. Hopefully, a certain black cat can cheer her up.

“Penny for your thoughts, m'lady ?” Chat’s voice broke the silence, warm and teasing as always, though there was a gentleness to it tonight, a quiet invitation rather than his usual dramatic flair. He stepped closer, the snow crunching softly under his boots as he moved to stand beside her. She didn’t answer immediately. She let the silence linger, her breath puffing out in soft clouds against the night air. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, almost lost in the wind. “I was just thinking how different everything feels this year.” Chat tilted his head, his catlike curiosity piqued. “Different how?” Ladybug turned to him, and for a moment, the faint sadness in her eyes stole the words from his throat. “It’s hard to explain,” she admitted, a soft smile tugging at her lips as if she were trying to downplay the heaviness she felt. “This time of year used to feel… magical. Like no matter what was going wrong in the world, Christmas could make it better. But now… I don’t know. It feels like—like there’s too much weight on my shoulders to enjoy it.” Her eyes become distant and she recalled thought of her childhood. “When I was little, Christmas felt... unstoppable. My parents would set up this tiny tree in the bakery—too small for all the ornaments we’d collected over the years. And my dad would always complain about the snow sticking to the windows, but I knew he secretly loved it. We’d stay up late, eating gingerbread cookies my mom made, and watch the snow fall outside.” She smiled faintly, her voice dipping lower. “Back then, the world felt so simple. Like nothing bad could happen as long as we had the lights, the cookies, and each other.”

[mysticraven20]

Adrien: So, “The Human Jawline,” huh? I can’t tell if I’m flattered or mildly concerned 🤔

Marinette: OH NO! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW! DELETE IT FROM YOUR MIND! DELETE IT FROM EXISTENCE!

Adrien: I mean, I’ve been called a lot of things—Chat Noir, Adrien, Handsome—but ‘The Human Jawline’? That’s new 😼

Adrien: Should I start posing more dramatically in battle?

Adrien: Or start sporting some stubble? Draw a little more attention to it!

Marinette: STOP! NO! 100% NO! OMG! YOU’RE MAKING THIS WORSE!!!!

Adrien: Okay, okay. I’ll stop. But I have questions…

Adrien: Like, step 4, is it just my “ridiculously bad puns,” or all my puns?

Adrien: Because that would be… a CAT-astrophe! 😸

Marinette: I walked into that one, didn’t I?

Adrien: You really CLAWED your way into it, M’Lady!

Marinette: 😩 WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!

Adrien: Speaking of which, Step 5 on your list? You don’t need to make me anything. Knowing I’m the ‘most purr-fect partner’ is already enough 😻

Marinette: That’s… very sweet.

Adrien: I mean it.

Adrien: And if you really want to know, you’re kind of my inspiration for my own resolutions 🤩

Marinette: UGH. Fine. Since you’re clearly enjoying this, why don’t YOU share your New Year’s resolutions, huh?

Marinette: Let’s see how embarrassing YOUR list is.

Adrien: Oh, mine’s simple. Step 1: Be a better hero. Step 2: Be a better partner.

Marinette: …That’s actually really sweet. But unneeded. You’re already a SUPER partner!

Adrien: Great pun! But, I’m not done yet…

Adrien: Step 3: Convince Marinette to let me bring her truffles to patrol because they’re miraculous and I know she loves them

Marinette: I do love a chocolate covered truffle!

Adrien: 😉

Adrien: Step 4: Use even more puns this year, just to see her reaction

Marinette: Woah! Woah! Woah! That is NOT a valid resolution! That totally goes against mine!

Adrien: Oh, it’s totally valid. It’s my resolution. Step 5: Make M’Lady laugh every single day.

Adrien: I’m already on a roll with that one. I saw you laughing earlier 😉

Marinette: You were thrown into a manure truck! Of course I laughed!

Adrien: How do you know it wasn’t just to make you laugh? I could have let the giant gnome throw me in there on purpose!

Marinette: You’re impossible, you know that 🙄

Adrien: And yet, you keep me around. Admit it, M’Lady, I’m paws-itively irresistible.

Marinette: If this is what I’m dealing with all year, I need a new resolution.

Adrien: Let me guess: Step 6: Don’t strangle Adrien Agreste.

Marinette: …How did you know? It’s like you could read my brain 😮

Adrien: You’d miss me too much, Bugaboo.

Marinette: You’re incorrigible!

Adrien: And you���re adorable. Guess we’re both stuck this way.

Marinette: And, to think, I used to believe you were a sweetheart!

Adrien: Don’t lie…you still do! I’ve seen the eyes you gave me earlier!

Marinette: Oh, please. Those weren’t ‘sweetheart’ eyes—they were ‘seriously, dude?’ eyes. Get it right!

Adrien: Wow, Marinette, that really stings. And here I was, dusting off your shrine in my cupboard. Guess I’ll just torch it now 🔥

Marinette: Sure…so, how was your New Year’s Eve in the end?

Adrien: Oh, you know, just the usual. Stopped an akuma, fought some monsters, gave a few puns to keep the mood light…

Marinette: Dived head first into a manure truck…

Marinette: Actually…I can scrap step 3. Your hair was a bit CRAPPY yesterday!

Adrien: Ding! Ding! Ding! Round One. Mlle. Dupain-Cheng has come out for a pun war.

Adrien: Don’t start something you know you can’t finish, M'Lady 😉

Marinette: Says the guy who can’t send everything he wants to say in one message 💬

Adrien: Me-ouch! Someone didn’t get enough sleep last night. What did I ever do to you? I thought you said I was the purr-fect partner?

Adrien: (See! I can send it in one message)

Marinette: Two…so your New Year?

Adrien: Apart from missing you and dreaming of a kiss at midnight? Not a lot! I went home and celebrated in the most Chat Noir way I could—by taking a nap in front of the TV with a pizza. It was glorious 😍

Marinette: That sounds… actually really nice

Adrien: Well, I am a good kisser. You should give me a try sometime 😘 oh wait, you already have…multiple times!

Marinette: If the modelling doesn’t work out, you should try to become a comedian!

Adrien: One step ahead of you, M, I’m already writing a joke book

Adrien: You know, using M would be so much easier…it can stand for Marinette, or M’Lady…

Adrien: …Or mine (delete)

Marinette: I can live with that! But if I’m M, you have to be A

Adrien: For ‘Awesome’, right?

Marinette: Or annoying…

Adrien: Whatever you say Miss Moneypenny 👀

Marinette: 🙄

Adrien: What about you? How was your night? Hopefully not too many disasters.

Marinette: Surprisingly not. I spent most of it with my parents, so...

Marinette: But I did almost spill hot chocolate all over the floor trying to carry too many mugs at once 🤦🏻‍♀️

Marinette: But hey, step 3! I didn’t trip! Progress!

Adrien: I’m proud of you, M 😉♥️

Adrien: And if you ever did spill anything again, I’d be right over to save you

Marinette: Awww, you’re too kind. But you’ll have to beat my new and improved cat-like reflexes to it first meow 😼

Adrien: Challenge accepted. After all, you can’t beat the original

Marinette: I won’t disagree with that! Tell Plagg he’s always my number one

Adrien: Step 7: Be nicer to Adrien Agreste

Marinette: I am nice! I’m telling you, you can come over for hot chocolate ☕️

Adrien: Let me just get my shoes on…

Marinette: Wait, you’re really coming over? Now?

Adrien: I’m just trying to keep my New Year’s resolutions on track, you know? I did say I’d be a better partner…why not start with hot beverages?

Marinette: …I think you’re making your own excuses for seeing me, Chaton.

Adrien: Guilty as charged.

Marinette: See you in 10 ♥️

Marinette: Oh, and come in through the front door. My papa’s starting to ask questions.

[goddess-of-bubblegum]

~your court jester~ leo x daughter of zeus!reader !medieval AU!

(I did the chap!!)

You were a child of Zeus, king of Olympia who was married to Queen hera, which whom he had triplets with, Jason, Thalia and you, with you being the youngest 

Today was the day a ball was being held, where you could see your cousins and friends. You knew for certain that king posidon and qeen amphridite of atlantia would be there, along with his children; prince percy and tyson and king Hades and queen Persephone of Elysia and their children nico and hazel would be there too, but it wasn't them you were exited about.

Nor was it lady athena , the war-rstrategist with her children, and it wasn't lord Ares (war commander) or anyone else of the sort.

In fact, it wasn't even a noble person at all!

It was leo , the child of the palaces blacksmith. You felt a familiar flutter in your stomach as you thought of him, but you knew your mother and father would have your head on a platter if they ever knew.

They wanted you to marry a nobleman (or woman), or atleast someone in a position of power, not some pesant child of the palaces blacksmith! Alas, they found you weren't happy with any of the suitors they showed you, but hope was (unfortunately) not lost for them.

》I just don't understand it piper!《 you grunted as she pulled the corset strings tighter, the handmaiden child of Aphrodite,  the tailor for the royals hanging on your every word.

 》what is it that you don't understand, m'lady《 you blinked and pushed some of her styled hair out of her face

》no need to call me that and I just....I dont know why I'm not falling for any nobles! I mean, there's percy, who looks like a God, hazel who looks stunning, and even from the  people who aren't nobles who my parents would approve of, like lady annabeth, aren't that interesting!《 

》well, I know you've been looking at the court jester, leo, you do know he's a close friend of mine, Right?《

she finished adjusting your cosetband moved on to fixing your gown

》plus, prince nicholas-《

》He preffers to be called nico《 you interrupt

 》Prince nico is dating the local bard, William, and his parents seem to approve 《

You sigh as you push another strand of hair away from your [e/c] eyes 》well yes, but bard and jester are two different things! And Williams father is a well respected bard, Leo's dad is the blacksmith of the palace who is highly unliked for his looks, not that leo inherited any, of course! But Apollon the bard does have strong ties with King Hades, so of course nico dates him! Whereas my mother and father both hate hephastios the weaponmaker《 

Piper sighs, mildly exasperated with how dramatic you were 》well who are they going to introduce you to next, a guard?《 she makes an attempt at a joke, trying to lighten the mood

》not too far off, actually,  you know the soldier lityerses? The child of lady demeter?《 you sigh and try not to ruin your make-up by face-palming

》oooh, he's a catch! But I must say I prefer shel...《 Piper thought fondly of the village baker-girl, with whom she was absolutely smitten with

》ya know, sometimes I wish I was a commoner.....then it wouldn't matter who I'd married....《 

Piper looked at you with pity in her eyes, before subtly looking at the window, seeming to say I told you so to leo with her eyes, who was standing outside the window all along

☆le time Skippy because idk what else to put here☆

You tapped the heel of your shoe against the floor at random intervals while playing with with a strand of your hair, your cousins have already arrived, that's not what you were nervous about, but it was now time to "entertain" the royals , which means you would see leo, the favorited court jester 

》M-mother?-《 your tried to hide just how much your voice trembled, which your mother always found endearing

》w-when are the entertainers coming?《

》in a bit, my little peafowl, leodinaidas (i-i.....I butchered that, didn't I?) being the first to arrive 《

》o-okay....《 you sighed and looked out the window, seeing Piper laughing and cuddling with shel, and sighed wistfully You werent at all joking when you said you'd love to live a commoners life,  close to no responsibilities, not having to deal with potential suitors and being able to love who you wanted to love.

Nico and will were on your right, and were laughing at something,  will was nicos personal medic and bard, and they were dating which is parents did accept as will and his father were high in status.

He could date him without problems.

But you couldn't date leo

Speaking of-

You blushed hard the moment you saw leo enter the ballroom. 》my ladies,  lords and lieges! It is I, leodinaidas the court jester! But you can call me leo , and pretty people can call me love~《

zeus chuckled at that, while hera rolled her eyesYou blushed and quickly looked away, gods why is he like this...... he continued with his jester bit, making jokes and making fun of everything

Eventually,  his act died down and will started playing music for people to dance to, [I mean, they were in a ballroom] and you were just standing awkwardly on sidelines, watching your siblings and cousins dance with their partners.You sighed sadly and were deep in thought , only being pulled out when someone tapped your shoulder.

》huh?《 you looked behind you, not seeing anyone, before you felt someone take your hand in theirs 》hello gorgeous-《

 You looked infromt of you, and flushed red immediately Infront of you was, who else would it be, leo

》l-leo?!《 you breathed out

》Hi gorgeous~ would you indulge me , a humble jester, in a dance with a stunning woman like you?《 You smiled nervously and looked over to where your sister, Thalia, was standing, who was grinning and giving you a thumbs up, zeus smirking and rolling his eyes as he looks at the both of you

》y-yeah s-sure......《 you tripped over your own words

He smiled and led you out to the dance floor, putting one hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist, starting to dance a slow waltz with you

You smiled and let him lead your moves, smiling widely for the first time in a whileAfter a while of dancing, you tripped and almost fell down, if it weren't for leo catching you bending down to your level, his lips only inches from yours.You blushed and leaned closer into his lips, only a breath away from touching his lips, so close you could almost count every single freckle on his face.

》may I?-.....《 he breathes out

You nod and inched closer to him, feeling butterfly's in your stomach as his lips touch yours, him kissing you being the best feeling you've felt for a while After a minute that felt like far more than that, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours

》Pipes told me You had a crush on me.....and I thank whatever force is pulling us together because I never thought my feelings would be reciprocated.....I love you《

And without thinking of potential consequences and pushing any judgement from your parents , the words fell out of your mouth 》I love you too《

@bast-the-best26 @reyna4ever @deciduowl

[starwarsmum]

Mastermind is the prompt for day 19!

@maribat-calendar-events

Tim was working on the report for the Jason mess when Ladybug approached him. Even though he was fairly sure he was moving on from his brief infatuation with her, he still felt his pulse skip when she beamed at him.

“Hey, heard you had an exciting couple of days,” she said in a quiet voice. He grimaced and she gave a short laugh, gazing at her hands. “My team let me know what happened at the warehouse, I wanted to thank team Bat for keeping Marinette safe.”

“She's a Gotham resident, we always do our best to keep them safe,” he said, willing the heat in his cheeks to dissipate. Thinking about Marinette back safe at her own apartment made him want to visit her but he couldn't yet. She also hadn't reached out since everything had happened so he was trying to give her some time.

“Regardless, some of my team have a soft spot for her, so thank you.”

“Chat mentioned that she'd wielded a Miraculous before,” he said, curiosity getting the better of him. She tilted her head but waited for him to continue. “I guess I was just wondering why it didn't take. Was she bad at it or something?”

“Oh, nothing like that,” Ladybug said hastily, hands flapping a little. “She revealed her identity as a hero so, unfortunately, she wasn't able to go again. But she was reliable and helped out in multiple situations.”

Robin hummed but didn't say anything else as he typed up more notes. There were several seconds of silence before Ladybug started talking again.

“I…got a description of the guy from Rena and Carapace,” she said at last, hands twisting in her lap. “The way they described him…he sounded a lot like the guy who- the assassin we were fighting, in that last mission for intel.”

Tim thought back and realised that she was right. The white streak was distinctive, though he'd dyed it when he had dressed as his former self. Marinette had mentioned that he'd coloured the streak at her home, while waiting for Tim to show up.

“Huh, well that answers some questions me and B had about where he's been for the past couple of years. And about how he's not as dead any more.”

“The thing is,” she said as he moved to message Batman. “The thing is, I'd like to have a chat with him. Tikki, my Kwami, mentioned that some of the chaotic energy I sensed off him when I met him might be something we can help with. She called it Pit Madness and that it's based on old Kwami magic. I didn't fully understand it all but I'm happy to try if it'll heal something in him.”

Tim didn't hesitate to contact Batman again, requesting a meeting to talk about Jason.

_ _ _

Marinette paced the length of the Batcave, arguing with herself while Chat was given a tour of the different sections. She would have gone for one as well but she wouldn't have been able to concentrate anyway. She eyed Robin as he tapped away at the computer, biting her lip as she thought about the last few days.

Now that she knew it was Tim under the mask, she kept seeing similarities. She could see that they had the same build (and tried hard not to think about how muscular Tim must be under the grunge aesthetic clothes he wore) and that they were both incredibly smart. He also had the same smile; kind of cocky, completely charming.

“M'lady, have you seen the T-Rex? I should totally buy a T-Rex,” Chat said excitedly, bounding over to her. 

She was saved from answering when Batman swept towards them, cape billowing dramatically. Chat gave an awed gasp but Marinette couldn't help but see Bruce ‘Brucie’ Wayne the one time he had visited the Fashion department of his company. Not only had he been goofy and overly charming, he had tripped over a box of fabrics and almost destroyed a nearby computer. Though she got the feeling that his clumsiness was probably manufactured, since his identity wasn't magically protected.

“The containment units are this way,” he said, voice hardly above a growl. Christ, didn't that hurt? She had fooled around for ten minutes making her voice all gravelly like that and she'd needed an entire pint of water to stop coughing. “Robin said that you think you could…help him.”

“That's what I'm hoping,” Marinette said, avoiding looking up at the man for fear she would start giggling nervously. “But you should know that this Pit Madness - if that's what this is - doesn't change his thoughts. Or his feelings, really. It can push anger further, can make him more likely to act on impulses, but the thoughts that got him there are real.”

“Thank you for letting me know,” Batman said after a pensive moment. 

Stepping into the containment area, Marinette suppressed a shudder at the glare Jason sent her way. He had no way of knowing who she was, Pit Madness didn't give him the ability to see through the magic. And she was sure of that because she had quizzed Tikki pretty hard before daring to turn up in the suit.

“Oh goodie, more ‘heroes’,” the captive spat out, the blue of his eyes mixing with a familiar toxic green. 

“I need to be able to touch him, for this to work,” she said, ignoring him.

“Maybe buy me dinner first, sweetheart,” he drawled back. She pinched the bridge of her nose but otherwise didn't respond at all. She took a centring breath before nodding at Batman to let her in. “And I thought B was mad at me, but he still gets me such lovely presents-”

“Shut up,” Chat hissed as he followed her into the cell. Marinette ignored them both as she focused on what Tikki had told her to do, and felt warmth gather in her palms. The cell was bathed in red after a second, the glow taking over her hands and up to her elbows. 

“Okay, this doesn't look like a good time to me, what's the safe word?” Marinette thought she could hear a tinge of panic in his voice as she stepped closer to him. Chat’s eyes started to glow green and his hands took on the same colour too. They trapped Jason between them and she tried to give him a smile as she placed her palms on either side of his face but she thought that it was maybe a little frightening anyway.

She thought she might have heard someone curse as the colour bled from her hands into Jason, Chat's hands on top of hers and the green and red swirling together. And just like that, it was over. She fell back, unsteady, and sat down on the bed heavily. Chat looked almost as tired as she felt but he caught the larger man and lowered his unconscious body onto the bed too.

“Man, that was exhausting,” he said with his trademark smile missing. “You okay, Bugaboo?”

“I'm fine, Chaton,” she replied, yawning straight after. “We should head on up to the WatchTower and get some rest.”

_ _ _

Tim continued to type, even though what he really wanted to do was watch Ladybug and Chat Noir work on Jason. But every time he got anywhere close to the second Robin it was like the man lost all humanity to vitriol. He didn't want to make things harder for her- erm, for them if he didn't have to.

But the second they stepped back out of the containment area he was on high alert. They didn't look injured at all but it had definitely taken something out of them to do it. Ladybug gave him a smile when he approached the pair and he returned it, albeit slightly nervously.

“We're all done here so we're going to head back to the WatchTower. I hope…” she didn't seem to know how to finish the sentence and let it trail away before letting Chat steer her over to the Zeta Tube.

“How's Jason?” He asked Bruce as soon as they were gone.

“He's alive,” came the reply, weary as it was. “No idea if it worked, but Ladybug seemed confident that it would. How goes tracking down his movements before he found Dupain-Cheng?”

“He definitely had training while he was gone. How she spotted him tailing her that day that Dick took her statement is beyond me. But this is what it looks like he was doing, and I think I found his re-entry to Gotham,” he said, pulling up a video. 

“Hmmm, but this plan of his to capture you…it doesn't exactly take a mastermind to see that it didn't come solely from him,” Bruce said thoughtfully. He pulled the cowl from his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Ra's probably had a hand in all of it, though I doubt we can prove anything. But all we can do now is wait, so you should get some rest.”

Tim nodded, closing down his reports and any videos while Bruce headed back down to the containment cells. It was clear he wasn't going to take the same advice, not that Tim could blame him. His greatest regret, brought back to life; how could he bear to spend any time away from Jason?

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Six

Previous

Anakin and Lovisa layed in the grass, watching the clouds, neither one had spoke, in a while, just enjoying each other’s company, but that’s when a thought had entered the Princess’s mind.

"When this threat is over, and I go back to the palace, will I see you again?" She asked him.

"Why? Trying to get rid of me, already?" He turned his head to look at her, the corner of his mouth raising.

"Perhaps." She played along, as her own lips turned upwards.

"Oh! You wound me princess!" He pretended to stab his heart, as he rolled away from her, dramatically.

"Hey!" She laughed, rolling after him, but as she got close enough, he had pulled her on top of him. "You're an idiot." She slapped his chest.

"And you look wonderful, from this angle." His hands moved to hold her back, and her waist.

"Only this angle?" She asked, teasingly, as she moved to sit on top of him more comfortably.

"M'lady, you look phenomenal, no matter the angle, the time of day, or the setting, but particularly right here, may be one of my favourite times to see you."

"I grow more and more confused, everytime you open your mouth, wondering how on earth you became a Jedi, when you could be writing poetry."

"Well, princess, I have many talents." He smirked.

"Oh, really? Well, enlighten me." She pushed. Lovisa had the deepest urge to know every single thing about this man, as her hands rested beside his head, keeping her up and looking at his perfect face.

"I can fix things, and I build stuff, very talented with my hands." He squeezed her waist, as he said this, and she could swear his eyes even lit up, as she blushed. "And I'm a damn good Jedi, it's disappointing you've never seen me in combat, then I know you would never be able to resist me."

"You're awfully full of yourself." She chuckled.

"No, your highness, just confident."

"Ani, stop with the titles." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lovisa, but I'm rather nervous, having the kings daughter on top of me, right now, y'know, if anyone was to discover us, right now, I'd probably be hung."

Lovisa looked around the vast land of space, not a person was in sight.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing that nobody is around, then."

"Oh, my, you are truly scandalous, what would people say?" He gasped.

Lovisa laughed at his dramatic tendencies, before kissing him, softly, she needed another fix, too many hours had passed since last night, and he was just too intoxicating to resist, it was almost insufferable.

Anakin's eyes fluttered shut instantly, as he followed her movements, taking everything in, memorising it.

"See, you couldn't even last a day, I knew you found me attractive." His eyes were still closed, as his head fell back down, in the grass.

"You're lucky, that's all you've got going for you." She lied.

Anakin then rolled over, so that he was now on top of her.

"Admit it, you find me irresistible, and charming, you think I'm extremely funny."

"Oh yes, the funniest thing you do, is when you don't even mean to, when you think you're being taken seriously, that is hilarious." She rolled him over again, so she was back on top.

"That's it." He pulled her against him, and they ended up rolling down the hill, laughing loudly, until eventually they came to a stop, and miraculously, Lovisa was still on top.

She kissed him again, and she didn't pull away anytime soon, and neither had he.

His hand moved from her back, to intertwine in her hair, keeping her head close to his.

As the days in their solitude went on, Lovisa and Anakin often spent their days together, whether it be layed in the grass, his head in her lap, as she read aloud to him, or he'd watch as she painted the beautiful sight of the lake district, which he was elated to discover that she was a phenomenal artist.

But Lovisa kicked herself, when she realised that Anakin had been right, because watching him practise with his sword, had her thoughts whirring so much, that she couldn't even make sense of what they were.

She found that she couldn't even keep her eyes off him for a second, she even forgot to blink, until her eyes were tearing up, and stinging.

And he hadn't even noticed, not at all, he was too deeply rooted into his movements.

She was starting to wish she had been a Jedi, just to watch him at this all day, everyday.

When he had finally put it down, he didn't have a second to even move, before she pounced on him, kissing him hard and desperately, and of course he was quick enough to catch her, and meeting her needs.

They had also spent their time, sneaking around the castle, from her sister, and the staff, making out in dark hallways, refusing to get caught, but not being able to resist the temptation.

A small inkling in Anakin's mind made him think that's what was fuelling the fire in their intimacy, the thrill of them getting caught was what made it even more exciting, for Lovisa, but he pushed it away, instead telling himself, that she really did like him, and her title and his job was just an obstacle in their happiness.

Twelve days had passed, when the two walked into the dining room, for dinner, Padme and Senator Rush Clovis were sat at the table, their handmaidens were where they were normally supposed to be, stood at the wall, waiting to be needed.

"Hello, Lovisa" Rush smiled at her. "And you must be the Jedi, looking after our beloved Princesses."

"I am, sir, senator, my name is Anakin, Anakin Skywalker." He introduced himself.

"What is he doing here?" Lovisa asked Padme, staring at the man.

Anakin subtly guided the girl to the table, and he sat down beside her, but made sure to keep his distance, like they normally did, around people.

"Rush was kind enough, to come see me." Padme told her, a warning in her eyes. "We just missed each other,

terribly."

"Its barely been a week." Lovisa pointed out, bluntly.

"Lovey, its nearly been two weeks."

"No, it hasn't." She shook her head.

"Yes, it has." She laughed, unsurely.

"Well, why did he come, why not Mother and Father?"

"Can you not be so quizzical, and just be happy for me?" She almost begged her little sister.

"You know, Lovey, I actually have a friend, that asks about you, often, He's also an senator, I would love to set the both of you up, with your parents permission, of course." Rush spoke to her, a smile on his lips.

Lovisa could feel the jealousy rolling off of Anakin, wow, he must be really serious about me, she thought.

She picked up her glass of strawberry milk, and sipped it, slowly, until eventually, she was just sucking air through her straw, making that god awful noise.

"It's all gone." Padme told her.

Reluctantly, she set it down.

"Rush, that will not be necessary, I have no interest in associating myself with anyone who has the power to fix issues that they act ignorant to, I have no desire to date, either." She told him, bluntly.

His face dropped.

Anakin wanted to impale himself on his own sword, when he had mistakenly made eye contact with Lovisa's sister, who had instantly darted to look at him.

She knows His head screamed at him. No, she doesn't, calm down, It also said.

"May I ask again, why are you here?" Lovisa asked "Senator Rush Clovis?" She made a point to call him by his full name, a reminder to him, to use hers, only people she cared for, got to shorten her name. Not even Anakin had called her that, yet, and she had his tongue in her mouth, more times than she’s ever even spoken to Rush.

"Well, Princess, I actually had something I wanted to ask your sister." He nervously looked around, as he scratched the back of his head. "If we could have some privacy" He looked to Anakin.

"The Jedi stays." Lovisa decided. "He is here for our protection, you know, someone is out there, after the both of us"

"Yes, well, I doubt anyone is going to attack you in here" He teased. "It is only I, and I can assure you, that you are safe with me."

"I haven't ruled you out, yet."

Padme continued to glower at her sister.

"So, whatever you have to say in front of me, you can say in front of my Jedi."

"My Jedi" Anakin's inner voice screamed.

"Very well." He cleared his throat. "Padme, my love" Rush then pushed out of his chair, as he stood in front of the oldest Amidala sister, taking her hands in his, then he dropped to one knee.

Lovisa's eyes bulged out of her head, as she watched what he was doing, he was taking her sister away from her.

"Will you make me the happiest man on the planet, and marry me?" Rush asked, opening a small box, containing a ring.

Lovisa hated that it was beautiful.

"Say no, say no, say no, say no, say no, say no!" She chanted, mentally.

"Oh, Rush!" Padme gushed. "Of course I'll marry you." She kissed him.

"Ahem!" Lovisa coughed, loudly, forcing them to pull apart. "Not only have you ruined my appetite. But you also leave me with a question."

"Which is?" Padme asked, annoyed that her younger sister was ruining her big moment.

"How are you supposed to get married, if you're to become queen, and you're a Senator? I'm pretty sure that's not allowed" She knew full well it wasn't allowed. “Are you planning on quitting your position?” She turned to the man.

"Funnily enough, we've discussed this." Padme replied. “With Mother and Father.”

"You have?" She furrowed her brows.

"Yes, and I decided that ..." She grabbed Rushes hand, as she took in a deep breaths. "I'm giving up my heritage to the throne, instead, I've also been offered a seat, as a Senator, so that I can still be involved in Naboo, Father offered me it."

"What?" Lovisa gasped. "But, Padme! You're next in line! If you're not to be queen, then who will?! It won't be in our family anymore, what will happen to the Kingdom, You're throwing your whole future away for what?! Some guy?! Being in love?! Why the hell would you even think about throwing your life away for a man?!”

"Lovey, The crown will still be in our family, because you will reign." Padme reminded her, "I'm passing over the job of being the heir, to you."

"No!" Lovisa stood up. "How could you do this, without even consulting me! I'm not fit to be queen! That is not my role. You were born for it, conditioned for it, I can't take your place."

"Well, you have to." Padme shrugged. “Father agreed, he’s already decided.”

"How long has this been planned?!”

“A while.” She answered, casually.

“What?!” She threw her hands up in the air. “You all knew, and no one told me?! Why would no one tell me?! This is unfair!”

“Because Mother knew this was how you would react, Father was planning to do it, but, I didn’t exactly know I was being proposed to, honestly Lovey, you are ruining my big moment, you’re being rather selfish.” Padme folded her arms across her chest.

They both had forgotten they were not alone, until now.

“I can't be queen, I've made too many mistakes in my life."

"Lovisa, You're 19." Padme rolled her eyes.

"I don't need judgement from you." She scowled, standing from the table. "Ani, Ahsoka."

"Yes, your highness." They both said, at the same time, following after her, each earning a glare from the girl, as they side eyed each other.

Next

[allthingsfangirl101]

Love Through Makeup–Joe Keery

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"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see Joe jogging toward me. I shoved my hands in my back pockets, nervously chewing my bottom lip.

"What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor," he said when he caught up to me.

"Of course," I shrugged. "What do you need?"

Four years ago, I got a job doing the hair and makeup for the cast of Stranger Things. I was fresh out of cosmetology school and the Duffer brothers took a chance on me. My specialty was makeup special effects but doing a show as intense as Stranger Things was a lot of pressure.

A lot of the makeup was CGI but there was still some that I had to do, especially on the characters that get dragged into the UpsideDown. After season one came out, people flipped. The show exploded and the makeup got more challenging. Season two, I was hesitant. When fans started freaking out about the makeup, I got more confident. Now I did a lot more than on-screen makeup.

"I have an interview tonight and I don't really trust the makeup team they have," he said. "Last time I went there, they used that horribly cheap makeup and I ended up breaking out right before award season. I could really use your help. You in?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "I can meet you at the studio or. . ."

"How about my place?" Joe immediately found a solution. "Maybe we can get dinner before?"

"I can't," I said a little too fast.

Joe and I have a kinda weird relationship. We started as friends. As the show went on and we spent more and more time together, our friendship turned a little 'flirty'.

"My mom is redecorating her house," I stuttered out the first excuse I could think of. "She needs my help choosing paint colors and fabric swatches. It's a whole thing. But I can meet you at the studio."

"Sounds fun," he said, sounding like he wasn't fazed. "See you then."

I turned on my heel and started walking quickly back to the makeup trailer. When I got there, I closed the door and let out the breath I've been holding.

The first three seasons of our show, Joe and I flirted back and forth. But this last season, things have changed. The harmless flirting seemed to get more serious. At least the butterflies in my stomach got more serious.

Whenever I do Joe's hair and makeup, all that one-on-one time with him, makes my butterflies turn into an entire zoo. The idea of going to Joe's apartment, and maybe getting dinner, made the zoo uncontrollable.

I stalled going to Joe's apartment for as long as I could. When I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed the travel case of makeup I take on the road and drove to the address that Joe gave me. I shakily got out of my car and headed up to his apartment. I put down the case before knocking on the door while holding my breath.

"There's my girl."

My heart jumped into my throat at how Joe answered the door. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm hurt."

"What?" He asked, his face dropping.

"Your hair isn't a complete mess," I teased, "which means you had someone else do it. So, tell me, Joe. What hairdresser are you cheating on me with?"

I sucked in a breath when he quickly grabbed my hands and pulled me closer.

"I swear to you, my perfect Y/N, I would never cheat on you. You are and forever will be my hairdresser."

"I'm touched," I chuckled as I slowly pulled my hands out of his hands. I leaned down and picked up my makeup case. "Should we get started?"

"M'lady," he said, dramatically bowing as he gestured back inside.

I teasingly curtsied before walking into his apartment. I followed him through his house to his bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet as he waited for me to finish setting things up.

Neither one of us said anything as I cleaned his face and put on his usual interview makeup. It wasn't much. Just enough to highlight his best feature; his eyes.

"There you go," I said as I finished.

"All done?"

"Look for yourself," I shrugged as I started cleaning everything up. Joe stood up, teasingly squeezing my elbow as he walked over to the mirror.

"Perfect," he chuckled. "You always make me look awesome."

"It's my job," I shrugged. I hated when he praised me. It made my stomach flip and my heart jump into my throat. I could feel Joe watching me but it took everything in me to ignore him.

"Still," he chuckled, "you came all the way over to my place on your night off just to do my makeup. Thanks, Y/N."

"No problem."

I was about to leave the bathroom, but Joe grabbed my hand. "I really appreciate you doing this, Y/N," he said softly. "You didn't have to."

"It's really not a big deal," I whispered, barely able to breathe.

"It is to me," he whispered. My breath got caught in my throat when his eyes dropped to my lips. I pulled away and cleared my throat.

"You should get going," I barely got out. "You're gonna be late."

                                * * * * *

Ever since my house call to help Joe, I've been trying to stay clear of him. Which is pretty impossible to do when your job is literally to sit in front of him and do his hair and makeup.

Usually, on Fridays, I use my mobile cart to go to set and hang out with the cast. This Friday, I stayed in my trailer all morning. Around lunch, I was reorganizing my makeup for the third time. I jumped when the door was roughly opened.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

I spun around, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Joe walking toward me.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You've barely said ten words to me all week. What's going on? Did I do something? Was it because of the house call last Sunday? Seriously, Y/N. What's going on?"

"Nothing's wrong," I stuttered, still shocked by his sudden outburst. "I've just been busy. That's all."

"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. "I know something's been off between us. Just tell me what I did so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," I said, my voice dropping.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by asking you to come to my apartment and do my makeup. I know it was odd but I didn't trust their makeup team. I honestly only trust you."

"Joe. . ."

"You can't say there isn't something between us," he said, dropping his voice.

"Well. . . I guess. . ."

"Is there?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "Is there?"

We both opened and closed our mouths, neither one of us able to find the right words.

"Y/N," he whispered, stepping closer to me.

"Hey, are you guys coming to the bar tonight?" Maya asked as she ran into the makeup trailer.

I turned around and started fake organizing my brushes. Joe glanced at me before turning toward Maya.

"I'll be there," he said. He glanced at me and asked, "Y/N? Are you coming to our weekly bar-venting session?"

"I'll try," I said, not turning around. "But I'm still helping my mom redecorate her house. This week we're reorganizing her craft room. It's packed and full of things she doesn't even know she has. I'll be spending all weekend surrounded by crafting supplies older than me covered in dust bunnies as old as my parents' house."

"Sounds fun," Maya laughed. "Try and stop by."

As quickly as she came, she left. Soon, it was just Joe and me. I looked into the mirror to see Joe slowly turn toward me.

"Please come tonight," he whispered. "I'd really like to see you."

                                * * * * *

Against my better judgment, I got dressed up and went to the bar the cast was meeting at. The second I walked in, Maya and Natalia ran over to me. They grabbed my hands and pulled me over to the booth in the corner they already had.

I sat down, instantly looking up and making direct eye contact with Joe. He smiled softly at me as he handed me one of the beers the waiter had just brought over. That was only the beginning of endless drinks. Soon, I could barely stand.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

I turned around and gasped when I saw Joe walking over to me.

"There you are!" I giggled. I caught him by surprise as I threw my arms around his neck. I think I kissed his cheek.

"Whoa," Joe chuckled as he had to catch me before I drunkenly collapsed. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"I don't know," I mumbled drunkenly. "Enough to know I have to tell you something."

Joe laughed when I grabbed his face and smushed it in my hands. "Y/N," he said through smushed lips, "maybe I should take you home."

"But first," I gasped, "I have to tell you something. It's really really really really really really really really really important."

Joe reached up and gently grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands from his face. "What do you have to tell me?"

"It's really embarrassing," I pouted as I looked down. He gently used his finger to lift my head.

"You can tell me anything," he whispered.

"I like you," I blurted out. "Like-like you. Like I really like you, Joey. But I know you could never like me back."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," I scoffed, "you're you, Joe. I'm just me."

I tried to walk away but the booze had gotten to me. I would've fallen if Joe hadn't caught me.

"Let's get you home," he chuckled. I cooed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and started leading me out of the bar. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the passenger seat of Joe's car.

                                * * * * *

I woke up to the sun shining through my window. The second I opened my eyes, my head felt like it was on fire. I slowly sat up and looked around. I jumped when I heard something coming from my kitchen. I sat up, instantly hit with a wave of nausea as I shakily got to my feet.

I slowly moved down the hallway, too hungover to think this through. I froze when I got to the kitchen and saw the last thing I ever thought I'd see.

Joe Keery was standing in my kitchen, making eggs. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"There she is," he chuckled. "How you feeling?"

"Like a classroom full of kids is screaming at me while walking through a construction zone," I sighed as I sat at the counter. Joe just smiled as he grabbed one of my Tumblers and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I groaned.

"It's a smoothie," he smirked as he drank his own. "It's my dad's anti-hangover recipe."

"Do I want to know what's in it?" I asked, scrunching my nose. Joe thought about it for a second before shrugging. The smirk on his face made my stomach flip. That flip almost made me throw up.

I shrugged as I took a sip. Joe smiled at me before finishing the eggs. He grabbed two plates and split the eggs between the two. He then grabbed a fork and put a plate in front of me.

"These are my mom's hangover recipe," he said as he grabbed the other plate and sat next to me.

We ate in silence, my stomach nauseous for multiple reasons. When we were done, Joe stood up and started clearing our plates. He put them in the sink but didn't move.

"Thank you," I whispered. He looked up at me with a strange expression on his face. He pushed off the counter and walked back over to me. He sat next to me and scooted a little closer to me. When he still didn't say anything, I pushed. "Is something wrong?"

"What do you remember from last night?" He asked instead of answering.

"Drinking," I scoffed.

"Anything else?"

Of course I remembered everything from last night. I wasn't that drunk. Besides, one of my curses is always remembering what I did when I was drunk. I didn't get that luxury of forgetting.

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to admit it. Did he know? I don't think he was as drunk as I was. . .

"Well," I whispered, "I do remember something. . ."

I gasped when Joe leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and slow. Our lips moved in sync as we melted into each other. Joe broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I remember telling you how I felt," I whispered. Joe leaned back and smiled at me.

"I didn't get the chance to respond," he said softly.

I held my breath as I waited. Joe leaned in and pressed his lips back to mine. The kiss was deeper but we broke apart faster. When we pulled away this time, Joe had a different look in his eyes.

"I like you too," he whispered. "Like-like you. Like I really like you, Y/N. But I didn't think you could ever like me back."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," he smirked, "you're you, Y/N. I'm just me."

"I think you're pretty great," I said, my face burning. Joe gently cupped my face as he leaned in and kissed me again. Our lips moved in sync, slowly deepening. We broke the kiss when neither one of us could breathe.

"Y/N, can I take you to dinner tonight?"

"Lucky for you," I whispered, "my mom doesn't need any more help redecorating."

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Odd Ones In" Episode Followup, Part 3

And so we move on to Part 3, la-dee-dee, la-dee-dee.

Let's go!

I noted this before, but the fact that they now have a special effect for when gadgets are combined so that it makes a new gadget entirely is a fucking hell of an upgrade over the "stacking" we got before, so to speak. Keep it up!

Not gonna lie, I half-expected the man to whip out a fedora and throw it on his head and do the "m'lady" meme.

Opie being in the Mail Department before going to the Department of Help is honestly a move I was not expecting. Though it does make her promotion to the latter department make a lot of sense.

*slowly raises hand*

...

Are they lesbian mo- *bonk x3*

Had I not seen an ice cream shop in a garage with barn doors before, I'd have laughed at this and said this was insanely weird shit.

...Okay, maybe not for Britain...but still.

The audio balancing is so awful here that even I had to cover my ears. And keep in mind that I may have autism, but my hearing sensory issues largely ebbed away a good several years ago and things like vacuums don't bother me as much anymore as they did in childhood.

That being said, I'd scream if I were being served to people so they could eat me, too.

Keep hammering it in, episode, and maybe your audience's feeble minds will be able to comprehend it as real soon enough.

ONE MORE SHOT FOR "ASSISTANT'S CREE-EEEED", ONE MORE SHOT OF WHISKEEEEEEEEEEEY-

The fact that an Un-Scream-inator exists at all raises some very horrifying questions.

It also makes a wonderful prompt for a horror fic...and my gears are turning already.

See, this is amusing to me because Full Circle, a well-known fic in the fandom, had Olive and Oscar being given free meals for saving the world.

In a way...I guess you could say this makes that canon, even if it's just ice cream.

*the most bitter, fake laughter ever seen in man*

I can see now why he's associated with the Terrible Three. The bastard spins stories with enough skill to make it in fucking politics and denies a girl a chance for free ice cream when she just arrived in a new city.

But also, Orla was also involved in a pastry war, does not enjoy traditional cakes (at least not until later), and is one of the "living legend" agents I mentioned earlier. Thread's been cut, and fuck you and your scummy shit, Ozzie.

the man fakes his new friend having trauma from fighting in a war

she eats the ice cream anyway

The irony is rawer than freshly-cut steak.

...I'm sorry, I had to replay this at least five times to make sure I heard what I heard...

The Odd Squad History Book?

There's a fucking history book???

Then what in the ass-laden fuck did we need Olympia's eidetic Odd Squad memory for? What did we need Olive's little historian side for? What kind of ASS-BACKWARDS BOOK IS THIS.

I'm sorry, but I need them to rectify this yesterday because the only way they could possibly add insult to injury is to shout me out directly, and that has a 0.001% chance of actually happening.

Fandom, let's get crackin' on making an actual history book that's accurate. With blackjack, and all 13 living-legend agents!

"I'm Orli with an 'i', from Niagara Falls."

"Which side?"

"I- what?"

"There are two sides, no?"

"...The Canada side."

"Oh."

"Anyone who goes to the New York side is deemed unfit to serve."

"...Oh."

"You don't wanna know."

"No, I don't."

"It seems that all the oddness has been getting under control."

Suddenly the plot of the finale is making a lot more sense to me now. "Strength in numbers" is a very lost concept on this Director and her agents.

"Hold on, that thing was an egg?!"

Suddenly the theory of Opie not being here for very long makes a lot more sense to me now. "Failing a spot check" is a very lost concept on this agent.

Oh, this guy and his dramatic gasps...Lord, I love him.

If Ozzie thinks some random-ass agent named Orly from Texas is the best agent in the world, then do I got about 13 bridges to sell him.

And before I sell him those bridges, I'm knocking down the pedestal he's placed Orly on.

To be fair, she does have a point...but the girl is taking being in a new country a bit too casually for my liking.

You're telling me my dumb lil' American ass can land in Britain and be accustomed to it in the span of a few hours? Off you will fuck. No way in hell.

"Everything seems really quiet here."

Even if I hadn't read "and Captain O unable to help" from the synopsis, I would have already taken this as a red flag shoved into my eye holes.

Oh, the inverse dolly zoom! I don't think we've seen that trick before. Nice to see!

Onom's busy running in place telling them about the egg, and Orli, the cheerful innocent gal she is, decides this is a good time to introduce herself.

Bless her heart, and I mean that so genuinely it even hurts me.

Okay, I wasn't expecting the screaming and running agent-in-training in the background. That's a delightful touch and a great mix-up from the days of yore when background agents, for the most part, just existed.

It's...his name...IS SHORT FOR ONOMATOPOEIA????????

WE ESTABLISHED THAT WAS DR. O'S FULL-ASS NAME IN ODDTUBE FOREVER AND A HALF AGO HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

This, folks, is why the staff needs fans on the team.

Let's be honest: if this episode weren't all over the place, this would have been a much longer gag than it actually is.

And frankly, I'm glad it wasn't that long at all.

Oh they didn't just seal her in an ice cube -- they sealed her in ice IN THE FUCKING ROOM OF ODDNESS.

For a newly-hatched creature, that is downright fucking sadistic, strong-ass Director or not. At least when Oprah was frozen in an ice cube she was fine. Same goes for Oscar, and same goes for the Mobile Unit agents.

Aaaand another shot of alcohol for "Dance Like Nobody's Watching" ripping!

...mmmmmthworldspsinnign...

Onom is easily my favorite character of the main cast and I haven't even gotten through the entire episode yet. The man is just vibing. He's a chill vibin' man. How can I not love him?

Okay, this is just as sadistic. It's trapping agents in rooms and letting them freeze to death, which is arguably worse than just trapping them unmoving in blocks of ice.

(On to Part 4!)

[lady-dragon-rider]

Who are you, really? Pt. 1.5

The events following are in Aerons POV (3rd person) as he reflects. Happens after (Name) closes the door on him.

Contains: sad puppy Aeron, silent treatment, mild angst (comfort incoming i promise!), injury/blood

Feautring: Brackwood rivalry, blackwood bois being little shits

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The soft click of the door closing wakes him from his stupor, his mind still reeling. He had shouted at her. Actually shouted. His mouth felt dry at the thought, having never conceived a situation in which he would ever have had to raise his voice at her.

She use to be so kind, so gentle. And while he still saw these sides of her, there were too many gaps as to who she was now versus the picture he had had of her until recently.

Standing here isnt going to solve anything he ponders, still outside the door to her chambers. i need to blow off steam.

Which is where he found himself, whacking a training dummy in the late afternoon sun. Despite the coolness of the time, he face and body was slick with sweat; his top now discarded. Memories of the past few week seep into his mind as Aeron’s muscles flex, bringing down the training sword down hard on the dummy.

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“Are you sure we are allowed to be this close to the boundry? Wont the blackwoods get upset?” She had whispered, clinging tightly to his back.

“No stress my dear, see those stones?” He had pointed to the boundary stones as they cross the field. “Provided we dont get too close to those stones we will be fine. But if the blackwoods do try to cause trouble, ill protect you.” He teases. The day itself was peaceful, not many clouds in the sky and warm breeze rustling the grassy plain. If only it had remained that way.

“BRACKEN!” A loud voice bellowed across the field. In hindsight, Aeron shouldve kept the horse going, avoiding the confrontation as a whole knowing the blackwood boys that were making their way over wouldnt dare step past the stones. The stop, thankfully at the cusp of the stones, murderous glares in eyes setting his body on edge.

“Oh? And whats this? Have you taken your dear lady love out of a little stroll?” The leader, Benjicot teases menacingly, lips curled in a twisted sneer. The yound men standing behind him make fake kissing noises, whooping and hollering at their own lame humor. “Trying to show her lands that arent yours?”

Aeron feels his hackles raise when he senses his love tense. “Watch how you speak in the presence of my lady” he seethes. The group before him start drop their voices in a low ‘ooooo’ clearly undeterred by his aggression.

“Youre right, its not her fault she marrying into a family of stuck up, pompous pricks” Benjicot aggrees, bending himself at the waist in a dramatic bow he adds “The name is Benjicot Blackwood m'lady, remember it if you ever get tired of that poor excuse of a knight” the blackwood heir casts his gaze and does not attempt hide the wink he sends her.

Aerons grunts and urges the steed forward, entering a brisk trot to escape before he does something he would regret having the young lady Tyrell see.

“Thats right Bracken! Off you fucking trot!”

Aeron could hear them cackle at their joke, his hand that was on the reigns tightened, as the other moved to his companions around his waist to give them a comforting sqeeze.

The rest of the ride back to stone hedge became a little awkward as the horse walked in silence. The young lord mentally curses those little shits for ruining the mood and upsetting his future bride.

How dare those craven bastards speak and act that way in front of a high-born lady, i understand that blackwoods are boorish thungs and brutes but even for them this is too much-

“Are you ok Aeron?” Her sweet voice asks, cutting the silence as she peers around his back to catch a glpse of his face.

“Yes love, just frustrated at the poor timing. Im so sorry you had to witness that. It must have been stressful.” He replies

“Not at all, you handled the situation perfectly. Im sure they were just teasing you because they knew it would affect you, your rivalry is imfamous afterall” (name) cuddled closer into his back in reassurance, kissing in between his shoulders for good measure.

“Your kindness and understanding would surely be lost on their ilk my dear. But they bring me much comfort”

I truly am so lucky to have her here… he thinks dreamily as the warmth of her body flows into his.

However the good mood is once again disrupted as the mount they are both on suddenly begins to panic. It whinnies and bucks around violently from a cause he cant see. Bile and stress pool at the base of his throat as Aeron desperately tries to wrangle the beast. When things finally settle he turns slightly to reassure his lady, but she was not there. In all the commotion he hadnt realised that their were no longer any arms around him. Frantically looking around he spots her on the ground, lying motionless. As he reaches her his blood freezes further, a small pool of growing red liquid seeps onto the dirt behind her head.

“No, no, no….” he whimpers placing his head on her chest in search for a heartbeat. He finds one and praises the gods for not being so cruel that they would rip him of (name), but her state stressed him still. As Aeron lifted her gently he could feel her form go slack. Heartrate increasing he situated them both back on the steed kicking it into the fastest run it could manage. “Please stay with me… im right here, we are almost home…. just hang on” he whispered the gates of stone hedge closing in.

“Open those damm gates and call a measter! NOW!”

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He remembers being near inconsolable upon your not-so-safe return. As he makes his way to where his shirt and towel lay, he thinks back to the buzz the castle was in. All whispered worries and frantic actions.

But when had this change of your character occured? The moment your head that hit that patch of dirt? Or in the moments you lay in those chambers, sick with fever from the shock and loss of blood?

His stomach rumbles, alerting him to the need for food. Placing his shirt back on, he turn to head back inside when Aeron notices his father had bern watching.

“Your form got sloppy toward the end there.”

There is a hum of acknowledgement in the back of Aeron’s throat as he looks at the lord of the house.

“Anything else father?”

Amos raises a brow, but if he caught Aeron’s attitude, it slips past unmentioned.

“Only that dinner is being served and that you may wish to freshen up. I doubt your lady would like to sit next to a man who reeks of sweat and dirt” he muses.

The mention of (Name) has him stiffening.

“Of course father… I will be ready for the feast shortly”

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The dinner itself was uneventful. The vassals and minor lords chatted quietly to themselves as the night moved forward. The head table however held slight tension. Aeron felt like all eyes were on them, having crashed the meeting earlier in the day. He felt awkward sitting next to (Name), barely even able to look at her. He takes a peak from the corner of his eye. She sat perfectly straight, neatly cutting pieces of rabbit and vegetables before placing them delicately into her mouth. Her face gave nothing away, as if she hadnt scolded a room full of lords and accused them of committing possible treason. He finds himself thinking about his harsh words hours earlier, as well as her own response.

“Who are you really? And what have you done to the girl I love?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about. I am as i always was”

It makes his heart ache. That she could change so much without him noticing, over an accident he shouldve been prepared for. And at the thought that if he couldnt convince his father to change his mind, that he would lose his love forever. The clinking if cutlery shocks him out of his depressive spiral. He turns his head and realise that (Name) had finished with her food.

“Thank you for the food My Lord” she says, adressing his father “give my compliments to the cooks. I shall retire for the evening.”

“Allow me to escort you to your rooms my lady” Aeron interjects, the thought of being able to get you alone to chat again finally urging him to move.

But if you heard him you make no acknowledgement, and begin walking away from him.

Move your legs you dolt she is getting away!

He hurries after (Name) damn near stumbling like fool in front of his father and his vassals, but barely cares as he manages to reach the door before the young Tyrell to hold it open.

She spares a glance it him that makes his heart flutter unwillingly. The moment he closes the door he sees you already a pace in front of him, and once again he is speeding to keep up.

“Can you please speak to me? I apologise for my abrasive behaviour earlier, but, it seems i never know what is going through that beautiful head of yours. Not like i use to…” Aeron speaks, more and more of his inner thoughts falling from his mouth “you said in that meeting you wished to support me, i wish to do that for you as well. But only if you tell what it is that furrows that brow so”

He reaches for her, she pulls away slightly.

“You wouldnt believe me if i told you… im not even i sure i fully do. All i know is that this war will destroy everything and burn away all it touches. I cant stop it. But if i can at least spare some bloodshed… yours and that of your family in even a small inconsequential way…. i have to try.”

“What are you saying? Your speaking nonsense love” he says. “You speak as though ill die before you. Im here to protect you. Im right here-”

“You dont get it. Look, if you truly wish to make amends… and you TRULY wish to know what troubles me… then promise you will do this for me.”

“Anything. Name it and it shall be done” he sighs in relief, happy to know that the storm of aurging is passing.

“Take me riding again. We will need the privacy”

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