#if you squint you can see Hermione's baby bump

[hey-there-juliet]

Fremione Forever Secret Santa - 2022

Prompt: Santa

For @possumwritesfics

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[herherteartear]

blanket kick

précis— Peter's not the suave man he would hope to be in front of his crush. instead, he's a blushing mess that haunts his memories and causes him to take out his frustrations on his blanket. luckily, you prefer cherry cheeks over smooth lines any day.

pairing— Peter Parker x enhanced!maximoff!reader

a/n— this is my first standalone written story and my first time writing for marvel! i hope you guys enjoy thisss<3 i'm also open to creating drabbles to continue this if anyone's interested????! pls enjoy and pls comment and let me know ur thoughts!!!

there are many ways to describe Peter Parker, but none could ever wholly capture the true essence of the boy

besides the obvious stuff,, his intelligence , his insanely good looks , his teenage awkwardness,,

it was a hard feat to string along words to describe the way he carries himself , the way he is with others , the way his heart loves with the same ability a sponge soaks up water and soap

Peter's had crushes before

perhaps more than he'd like to admit

(can't blame the boy, who gave Ty Lee the right be that cute!?)

but when he sees her, his heart begins to swell and suddenly, he forgets how to breathe..

or how to think... talk. y'know normal human stuff

in all honesty, Peter has tried his absolute hardest to block out their first meeting from his memories

he doesn't regret meeting her, of course not! never would he even repent that embarrassingly wonderful day

he only wishes it would've gone a little differently

let's set the scene, shall we?

the sun was shining brightly, the sky was a Carolina blue, the clouds were the prettiest porcelain color, rimmed with lace

Peter was riding in an awfully silent car that Happy was driving to the airport. despite being terrified of what's to come,, the fight Mr. Stark had recruited him for,, the boy was thoroughly enjoying this adventure.

the car came to a stop, which did little for Peter's nerves. he gathered his courage before stepping out, eyes squinting at the brightness of the yellow sun. once his eyes adjusted, they landed on the prettiest head of hair he had ever seen

(although he did think the same for Hermione Granger)

Peter had never been on a plane before that day. but even then, his sparkling eyes stayed trained on her,, completely ignoring the brilliant private jet behind her

"oh? Happy, i thought it was just us?" her voice made Peter's ears burn. he swallowed thickly. you blinked at Peter, curious but also intrigued , you smiled.

to which Peter choked. on air. your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"a-are you okay?"

"god, kid, get ahold of yourself."

"i-i'm okay! it's– i'm– i'm fine!" Peter quickly stuttered out.

"well, Yn, this is– uh,, what's your name again?" Happy turned towards the boy who's cheeks were now redder than a firetruck.

"oh! i'm Peter– Peter Parker. it's nice to meet you- not that i don't know you. well i don't, y'know not personally. but like from the news.. not that i believe the news! they're awful to you, but i mean i guess i do sometimes– but never about what they say about you–"

"i'm Yn Maximoff. it's nice to meet you too, Peter." you cut him off before Happy strangled the cute boy. you had an amused smile

he was cute

finally getting on the plane, Peter had hoped he would be able to sit far away from you and wallow in his embarrassment,

maybe sneak a glance or two.. imagine a couple of scenarios where he wasn't a doofus,

but that's not quite what happened.

after witnessing just how much the new kids was able to ramble,, Happy was not about to spend a whole ass plane ride remotely close to him

so he took it upon himself to make the kiddies sit together.. much to Peter's dismay.

like!!? did Happy not see how Peter crashed and burned in font of you?!

you, on the other hand,, had the opposite reaction.

being the youngest avenger, you don't get to be around people your age too much,, which isn't something you're complaining about!!

you totally made the decision to be an avenger and you happily welcomed the consequences..

that didn't mean you didn't get lonely at times. especially now with the accords and the team breaking up., things got a whole lot more lonely

your sister, Wanda, had made her choice to leave the compound. you completely understood why, but a part of you had hoped she would've taken you with her

although, staying at the compound did ensure your safety.

it was a weird time for the avenger's , it felt wrong for you to say some of your teammates were criminals

it left a sour taste in your mouth

you glanced from the window seat to see Peter nervously wringing his fingers. you frowned.

"are you okay?" you asked, gently. Peter's eyes widened and his heart jumped to his throat. he wanted to say something, something cool or aloof, something that would make up for his ranting earlier

"i've never been on a plane before." Peter squeaked out. he dropped his shoulders, rolling his eyes at himself. that was the highest pitch he had ever heard his voice. you took in his clearly anxious posture.

"lets switch seats? maybe looking out the window will help you." you stated. before Peter could quickly shake his head, because how rude would it be of him to take your seat?, you were already stood up.

"oh god!" Peter breathed. he quickly shifted over to the seat you once occupied. he wanted to put up more of a fight, but the way you were swaying due to the turbulence, made his palms sweat in fear for your safety.

"you, like, swing from buildings and stuff, right?" you asked. he turned to you with a nod. "are you afraid of heights? or do you just not like planes?"

oh god. oh. no. you thought– you thought he was scared of being on the plane. Peter wanted to shrink in a hole and hide. you probably thought he was such a baby! that he could handle swinging from hundreds of feet in the air, but a plane is where he drew the line?

but what else is he supposed to say? 'oh, no! it's not the plane I'm scared of. it's just your beautiful smile and the way you smell like cocoa that gets me sweating'

wtf.

that was so wrong in so many ways.

"um, no, no. i'm okay, just– just a little nervous, is all." Peter tried to force out a chuckle. but it come out more like a cough. you mouth formed an 'o.'

"ohh, okay." you paused before your eyes lit up. "how about we play a game? to distract you?"

"o– okay.."

"can you talk with spiders?" Peter lifted his eyes from looking at his hands hovering above yours,; he let out a much more relaxed laugh than earlier.

you took advantage of his distraction to swiftly bring your palm from underneath his and slap the top of Peter's hand. he jumped.

"ouch!" he playfully pouted. you eyes glanced down at his lips. you giggled nervously. your hand went to hover over his, him now being the one to do the slapping. "of course i can't talk to spiders! i– i feel like i should probably be able to shape-shift into a spider in order for that to happen, y'know?"

you nodded thoughtfully. "that's true.. you didn't hear this from me, but i heard there's an Ant-Man going around." Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

"no way! that's crazy! does he like turn into an ant?" you bumped his hand with yours in order to get his attention back to the game. his hand burned at the feeling

"i don't know-" you said in a singsong tone. "it's just what's being said around the compound." you quickly slid your hands to avoid Peter's attack. he huffed.

"how are you so good at this?" he knitted his eyebrows to focus on how to attack quickly without hurting you.

"it's a game i used to play with my brother and sister." you answered. Peter finally took his chance to slap your hands, to which you squealed excitedly as you had tried to move in time. Peter and you fell into a fit of giggles.

you both leaned against your seats, still facing each other. your hands fell on top of Peter's.

the brown haired boy quickly slid his hand out from under yours, not because he didn't enjoy the contact, but because he was worried you'd feel how clammy his hands were

you frowned slightly at the loss of contact.

"a– are we really fighting your sister?" Peter wondered out loud, without a second thought.

you shifted uncomfortably. Peter quickly noticed; his heart sped up and he mentally scolded himself for being so inconsiderate.

"not because i think she's evil! i mean,, i know that's what the news says.. but they also think Spider-Man's like thirty. and i'm not thirty! its just everything's crazy right now.. with the accords., i can't even imagine how you're feeling! probably terrible.. oh, g od wait, not terrible, i'm s–"

you had been watching with an endearing look in your eye. you had come to find that you enjoy watching Peter ramble.

his eyes would become unsettled and shaky, his body would begin to become more and more animated, but his voice

gosh, his voice was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of your life

but you could tell he was getting more and more skittish. so you put him out of his misery

"terrible probably wouldn't be my go-to word, it's up there though.. at least i got to meet you." you smiled softly.

Peter's eyes ran over your soft features. night had fallen, so the windows of the plan displayed an almost picturesque display of the moon and stars. the light hue of color the moon provided painted your face in a way that clouded Peter's thoughts.

with your comment of being grateful to have met him, Peter wasn't in control of his mouth for much longer.

"so pretty." he breathed. both of you guys froze.

Peter's face quickly morphed from love-sick to mortified. you blushed violently.

deciding you didn't want Peter to fall into another rant-like apology (because if you got to listen to him talk for that long in this setting, you might just drop the 'L' word) , you said,

"let's watch a movie?"

the two of you sat, shoulder to shoulder, watching Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, but being too hyper aware of their thighs pressed together and brushing hands to actually pay attention

upon arrival, both teenagers walked off the plane, sleep deprived , but with thumping hearts and dazed grins.

Peter threw himself on his hotel bed that night,, hiding under the covers

his thoughts replayed your interaction over and over (and over and over) in his head

the boy shoved his head, face first, into the stiff hotel pillow and let out a muffled groan

Peter flipped himself over, stared at the ceiling, before remembering his spouts of unnecessarily long explanations

he thrashed his body, kicking his poor blanket in frustration but most of all, out of embarrassment

he calmed himself down once his memories refreshed themselves over your gentle giggles and how soft your hands were

Peter fell asleep with cherry red cheeks and a blissful grin.

because despite those small mess ups, despite the futile way he beat his covers in humiliation, Peter treasures that day like no other.

[kpopmalereader]

costumes ; koo junhoe

• summary: you and junhoe figure out what your halloween costume will be • pairing: koo junhoe x male!reader • word count: 1310 • to do

“There’s so much glitter.” You mumble, flicking a few pieces off the back of your hand.

Junhoe scrunches his nose. “Are you putting glitter on my face? I don’t think Pennywise has glitter on his face.”

“I’m making you Glittery Pennywise to set you apart from all of the other people that will definitely be dressed up as Pennywise.”

Junhoe attempts to open one of his eyes to examine your expression as you speak before the brushes pushed up towards his face make him close his eyes again. “Are you joking?”

You smile and nod your head, tilting his head up. “Yes, I’m joking. I did one of my friend’s makeup yesterday and she needed glitter so now it’s all over everything on my kit.”

“Try not to get any on me.”

“I’ll do whatever I want.” You shake out your hand and switch sides. “I’m the one doing your makeup, with one swipe I can turn you from Pennywise to Ronald McDonald.”

He can hear your expression, slight smile and roll of your eyes. “Do you really think there will be a lot of people dressed up as Pennywise?”

You shrug your shoulders and brush his hair back. “Even if there are, a lot of them will be wearing masks or lame dollar store makeup. And so what? Even if they all have amazing special effects makeup on, you like IT, celebrate the movie, wear the costume.”

“Will you dress up as a balloon when we go trick or treating?” He asks.

“I don’t know who you think you are if I would be caught dead with you wearing the same costume twice.”

“Have you decided on what we’re going to be? We only have like a week left.”

“Don’t question my artistic process. Just like last year I’m going to do everyone else’s makeup and costumes and two days before I’ll get an amazing idea for us and I’ll knock out some of my best work without getting an ounce of sleep.”

He smiles and you huff, flicking his cheek lightly. “Would you be upset if I pick something this year?”

“Hm…” You think as you continue. “Maybe, it depends. Yes. I don’t want to do anything too cheesy or stereotypical but if you find something and seem excited about it, I’ll even go as like a ketchup bottle or saltshaker or something.”

“I’ll think of something good. Make you proud.”

You step back and set your brushes down. “I think I might be done, open your eyes.”

He opens his eyes and sits up, trying his most menacing stare.

“Terrifying, it’s great.” You nod at your work. “Halloween is my favorite holiday. I like spending it with you even if we don’t have amazing makeup or outstanding costumes. If we end up going in t-shirts because I get too preoccupied with someone else, whatever.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You breathe out and drop in his lap. “No, but I wanted to seem romantic. I really do want to dress up.”

“We will.” He hums and turns around to face a mirror, checking out his makeup. “You did amazing, once again. You’re so talented.”

“I know.” You peck his lips lightly, extra careful not to mess up anything. “You should finish getting dressed. Your outfit is in the bathroom.”

“You’re so wonderful, you know that?” He ruffles your hair and slowly stands you up. “Painstakingly perfect makeup and hand-stitched costume.”

You fall into his seat after he gets up. “Does it still count as hand-stitched if I used a sewing machine?”

“Definitely, you worked hard.” He calls and you can tell his shirt is still halfway over his face.

“Tell me if you need any help, don’t rip anything.”

“It’ll add to the feeling of the costume.”

You hope he knows better than to be serious about that and close your eyes, finally relaxing after a long day.

“Okay, I’m gonna go.” Junhoe steps back into the room, saying his goodbyes before seeing you halfway asleep in his chair. “Baby. Love.”

He hesitates to get closer to you due to his costume, smiling at your state. You sit up slowly, opening your eyes wide.

“My ride is outside, I’m leaving. You should go take a nap, then when I get back we can watch some horror movies, yeah?”

“Text me when you get there and when you leave,” You blow him a kiss stretch up. “If I’m awake when you get back we’ll watch some movies but if not wake me up like an hour after you get here.”

“Mhm.” He kisses your forehead softly. “Sleep well.”

*

You cross your legs over Junhoe’s legs and squint at the TV. “Can we do a couples costume this year? Or like a matching costume?”

“With your amazing costumes and my striking good looks we’ll win the couples contest with ease.” Junhoe mumbles, captivated by the scenes unfolding on the screen. “Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“No, I was just thinking, we’ve always done different people or vaguely similar costumes but we could do something like Steve and Robin, or Blaine and Curt from Glee, Jack and Sally. Get somebody to dress up as Hermione and we can be the golden trio.”

“Joke and Harley?” He offers, smiling to himself.

You roll your eyes and dig your heel into his leg. “I’m all for dress who you want to dress as, but I swear 70% of the people I do makeup and costumes for, are one of those two, I don’t feel like doing that.”

“I was just trying to get on your nerves.” He pulls you closer and kisses your knuckles. “What about Morticia and Gomez Addams?”

“Am I Morticia or are you Morticia?”

“Both of us can rock a black dress. I think I have the legs for it though.”

Your attention fades back to the movie before Junhoe bumps his shoulder into yours.

“We can be Chucky and his Bride.” He winks and leans closer to your face. “I think I might just want to be fake married to you for a day.”

“We can be real married for the rest of our lives if you’d finally man-up and give me a ring.” You smile brightly. “Oh, by the way, just as a pre-warning, if/when you propose to me, please don’t do it on Halloween.”

He nods and looks at your left hand. “I know better than to do that. I’m not going to propose to you on a day that is both so important to you and also very stressful for you.”

“Good,” You switch positions, leaning into his side. “Wait, I just realized,”

“Hm?”

You lift your chin up, looking at his face as good as possible from your position. “You said you wanted to pick out our costumes. I forgot.”

“You get excited about costumes. I wasn’t going to stop you.”

“No, I want you to pick them out. I want you to have the stress of thinking about it, but since I know how you are, please get the idea back to me within like two days because I do need to work on it and everything.”

He kisses the top of your head and pats your chest. “We both know that I’m going to be nowhere near as stressed about picking something as you are. I’m not as thorough.”

“You don’t have to worry about making it.”

“Hey, I offer to help you whenever I can.”

“And I will try to put you to work as often as I can with the product still being at my level.”

“I’ll worry about our costume later,” Junhoe cuddles closer to you and smiles into your hair. “Let’s watch the movie so I can pretend I’m not the one who flinches at the jumpscares when I am very clearly the one who flinches.”

[iflostreturntosteverogers]

It’s Time To Take A Break

Characters: Sam x Reader, Cas, Dean (Mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Use of an IV

A/N: This is the second chapter to the It’s A Hard Knock Life series, requested by @awesomesusiebstuff​. Beta’d by the lovely @fictionalabyss​

Series Masterlist.

      I groan as something jostles me causing pain to spread throughout my body. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Cas whispers in my ear. He has his arms wrapped around me, bracing me against his chest as Sam cuts the ropes from my wrists. I’m limp in Cas’s arms, my body too weak to even lift my head from his shoulder.

Cas carries me to my room and lays me on the bed. “I would heal her, but I’m too weak.” He hangs his head almost ashamed, Sam pats him on the back.

“It’s all good, man. I’m just glad you made it.” 

“I’m going to see if I can find and keep an eye on Dean until we have a plan.”

“You’re leaving already?” I ask, my voice is raspy and quiet.

“Yes, I don’t want him to have too much of a head start.” He gives me a small smile and walks out the door, leaving Sam and me alone. 

Sam brushes my hair back from my face, “I’m going to check the med stash for an IV and bag of fluids, then later I’ll help you take a shower. Okay?” I force my muscles to work and nod. He leans down to kiss my forehead and stands to leave. “I love you, and I’m so sorry.” He turns his back and disappears through the door before I can respond.

      Sam inserts the needle in my hand, making me wince. “I’m sorry, but it’s the fastest way to get you hydrated again and to give you some pain meds.” An alarm goes off in my head at the mention of pain medicine. I try to sit up but Sam gently pushes me back down. “You need to rest.” He tapes the IV line in place and checks the fluid bag and drip above my head. I bite my lip waiting on him to finish. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Sam, I have to tell you something.” He looks at me intently, waiting. “I’m pregnant,” I whisper. Sam’s eyes widen in shock. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but you’ve been so stressed out and I didn’t want to make it worse.” Sam leans over and kisses me, cutting off my explanation.

 “I’m not mad.” Sam strokes my cheek, lovingly. 

“Lay down with me? Please?” Sam walks around to his side of the bed and sits down, taking off his boots. He crawls over to me and lays his head on my chest. I run my fingers through the remnants of his hair, feeling him relax against me, his hand coming to rest on my barely visible bump.

“It’s time to take a break, Sam,” I tell him quietly. He nods against me. 

“I will, I promise.” 

6 weeks later

      “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Wesson, looks like you’re having a girl,” the ultrasound tech moves the wand around my belly, showing us the image of our little girl. Sam squeezes my hand and I look up to see tears in his eyes. “Everything looks great with the baby and with you. Do you have any concerns or questions?” She asks as she hands me a paper towel to clean the gel off and smiles at us.

I shake my head, “No, I don’t think so.”  

“We’ll see you in a couple of weeks then,” she hands me the ultrasound pictures and leaves the room. 

“I can’t believe it,” I’m nearly bouncing as we leave the doctor’s office. “It’s a girl!” 

“I know,” Sam chuckles, pulling me close as we walk to the car. “You lost your own bet, by the way.” I purse my lips in a fake pout, making him laugh harder. 

“Alright, Mr. Winner, what would you like for lunch?” Sam opens the car door and I settle into my seat. He reaches over and does the buckle for me, making me smile. He’d gotten extra protective and extra sweet since finding out I was pregnant. 

“How about that diner on 5th?” He smiles, knowing it’s my favorite place in town to eat. He walks around the car, getting in the driver’s seat. “Or we can skip the diner and go get some ice cream.” I grin, excitedly. 

“Or we could do both,” I say hopefully.

“I think we can do that,” He laughs.

Sam POV 

“Hermione had managed to free herself before the plant got a firm grip on her. Now she watched in horror as the two boys fought to pull the plant off them, but the more they strained against it, the tighter and faster the plant wound around them. “Stop moving!” Hermione ordered them. “I know what this is—it’s Devil’s Snare!” 

Walking towards the library I could hear Y/N reading to her bump, I smile and shake my head. She’d insisted you’re never too young for Harry Potter, she even read with a British accent. When I had pointed it out, her face turned bright red and she’d stuck her tongue out at me. 

I lean against the doorway, just listening, admiring her curled up in a chair. “Oh, I’m so glad we know what it’s called, that’s a great help,” snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck. “Shut up, I’m trying to remember how to kill it!” said Hermione. “Well, hurry up, I can’t breathe!” Harry gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around his chest. “Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . what did Professor Sprout say?—it likes the dark and the damp—“ 

She senses me watching her and turns to smile at me, placing her book on the table beside her chair. “Come here,” she beckons me to her, and I squat down in front of her. She grabs my hand and places it on her belly. “Talk to her.”

“Hi, sweetheart. Were you enjoying your story with Mommy?” I lean over, placing a kiss on her belly. 

“She loves your voice. Can you feel her moving?” Y/N smiles at me, her eyes shining. 

“Not yet, love,” I tell her, standing up. She pouts her lips. 

“C’mon, baby girl, you’ve been kicking me in the bladder all day. You can’t kick your Daddy?” I laugh at the seriousness in her voice. 

      My phone buzzes on the nightstand, I squint my eyes in the dark, rolling over to answer it before it wakes Y/N. “Cas? It’s 2 in the morning. What’s going on?” 

“I’ve found Dean. We have to act now, Sam.” I sit up in bed, scrubbing a hand over my face. Y/N stirs in her sleep but doesn’t wake up as I get out of bed and head towards the library. 

“Okay, so what’s the plan? Do you think we’ll have to start over with the blessed blood or will the last injection be enough?” 

“The last injection should be enough. I’ll text the address to you. Hurry.” Cas hangs up without another word. I lean my elbows on the table in front of me and put my head in my hands. 

“Sammy?” Y/N’s sleepy voice comes from the doorway. I look up to see her standing there with just my shirt on, rubbing her eyes and yawning. I hold my arms open to her and she crawls into my lap and curls up, her head on my chest. I kiss the side of her head and run my fingers through her hair. 

“Cas called. We’re getting Dean back.” 

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