#it will be a little side table thingy no idea what to put in it yet tho

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

i FORGOT about the entire cabinet in my car. that i bought on MONDAY.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unorthodox 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you bring order to the disordered life of Captain Syverson.

Characters: Captain Syverson, this reader is known as Izzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Conrad kisses your hand before you go. It’s enough to make you roll your eyes but you maintain your veneer. As it is, you’re more worried about your boss. Sy hasn’t quit huffing and puffing all night. Usually, a good meal puts him in a good mood but not this time. 

“So,” you open the folder Conrad handed over. “I think it’s a good deal. Almost a partnership, which you know, we could use some consistency.” 

Sy grumbles but doesn’t answer as you head down the hall. He drags his feet as the caftan flaps around your hips. The sleek fabric sends chills through you. You stop at the first corner. 

“Wanna point me in the direction?” You prompt. He points, head down, and traipses beside you. You frown. “Sy, what’s going on?” 

He growls and shakes his head. He sniffs and rubs his nose, “nothin’.” 

“Right.” You accept dryly, “I’ll give it a look over tonight, you should too--” 

“You know, I think you look good.” He says abruptly. “In that dress thingy you got on. Wasn’t meanin’ it earlier, just playin’, you know?” 

You arch a brow at him as you slow. You glance around again. You’re really lost in this maze of hallways. “Alright, Sy,” you chuckle, “it’s fine. It’s not exactly my style.” 

“Just wanted you to know, Iz.” 

“Mhm, got it.” 

“He talks a lot.” Sy stops and taps a door. You think it’s yours? “Worked together back in the service days. He always had some local gal on the hook. Interpreter. He could chatter all night. And he did.” 

You eye him and giggle. You can’t believe him. Does he really think so little of you? 

“This is business. I’m working, right now, Sy. I have no interest in Conrad. Not beyond this.” You wave the folder. 

“Well, I know that.” He rubs his neck and looks away bashfully. “Wouldn’t expect that of ya, just warnin’ ya. He can be convincin’.” 

“I thought he was an old friend.” 

“He is, but don’t mean I agree with all his ways.” He shrugs and crosses his arms. 

You hug the folder, “thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Now, I need to lay down. I’m exhausted.” 

“Yeah, me too.”  

He turns and opens the door. He pushes it inward and waves you in. You enter and stifle a yawn, your eyes wetting at the corners. You lay the file down and a shadow moves along the edge of your vision. 

The door shuts behind Sy. On the wrong side. 

“What are you doing?” You scoff. 

“Oh, uh... habit. We usually share, don’t we?” 

“Yeah, when all we got is a backseat. Not to be rude, but you snore like a hog.” You snip. 

“Ah, yeah, well, I told ya to poke me.” 

“Yeah, I tried that. Sy, please.” You put your palms out. “We could both use a good night’s sleep.” 

“Sorry, I... I’m tired. Wasn’t thinkin’ straight,” he chuckles. A grizzly noise. “See ya in the mornin’ then.” 

“You too,” you nearly sigh in relief. 

You wait for him to go before you can relax. You sit down at the small table and resume your review. You should just lay down but you don’t know what he has in mind for tomorrow. Could be another plane ride, could be nothing. 

When at last you sleep, it’s deep and undisturbed by the bump of the axel or the rumble of a snoring beast. You dream of your old office job and angry printers. You even dream that you’re late for a boardroom meeting only to be awoken by a pounding at the door. 

“Izzie!” Sy’s roar shakes you awake.  

You nearly fall out of bed in your scramble. Your vision is bleary and your head is heavy. Your bearings are all scattered as you stumble across the room. You pull open the door to find your boss on the other side. 

“Brrg, what time is it?” Your tongue is uncooperative as you speak. Maybe you had a bit more wine than you thought. 

“Huh, uh,” Sy’s face turns red and he runs his hand over his beard and coughs. His eyes flick down then side-to-side. “Uh, it’s... it’s only nine. I—I—Iz.”  

He points down and you look at your body. Shit. You only remember stripping off the caftan and falling face first into the bed. No bother for your sports bra or boy shorts. Thank god you didn’t get that comfortable. 

“Ah damn, sorry, Sy.” You close the door and retreat. 

You pull open your bag and fish out your usual; leggings and long-sleeved tee, a zip-up to go over it. You roll your socks on and tie your boots, snatching up your vest as you breeze back to the door. As you pull it inward, Sy sways and peers in shyly. 

“Got everything?” 

“Uh, yeah,” you loop the vest on one arm as you tie a bandana around your hair. “I was passed out. Sorry. Haven’t slept like that in years.” 

“Ain’t no worry.” His cheeks are still pink. His eyes keep scouring up and down. 

“Stop that.” You punch his arm as you step into the hall. “Oh, wait.” 

“Shouldn’t need your vest,” he says. 

“Oh,” you toss it on the bed as you swipe up the folder. “Well, got my notes.” 

You come back out and nearly collide with him. He moves around you awkwardly. He hovers like your shadow and you grab his arm to guide him. 

“Sy, what’s up?” You chide. 

“N-nothing. I just--” He huffs out through his nose. “Was worried ‘bout ya. You’re usually gettin’ me up, is all.” 

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

it's very bad no good cupcake baking time for the hotel crew (save them) (charlie did you think this throu-) (NO)

Charlie: “I have! The most brilliant plan for a group bonding activity!”

Angel Dust: “Oooh~ Bondin’ or bond-”

Vaggie: “You live here for free.”

Angel Dust: “Buy my silence, Vaggity Fair, cause’ it sure ain’t free.”

Vaggie: (groans) (slips him a twenty) “Go on babe, what’s the mission statement?”

Charlie: “We should all bake CUPCAKES together!!”

Hotel Crew: "......"

Husk: “…Why.”

Charlie: “Beeeecaaaause it’d be so SWEET!”

Vaggie: “And you also live here for free.”

Husk: “Not of my own free will I don’t.”

Charlie: “Aw c’mon Husk, please? Baking is probably KINDA like drink mixing, right?”

Husk: “It’s not.”

Vaggie: (SIGHS) (slips him a twenty)

Husk: “I’ve got cooking sherry around here somewhere, I think.”

Alastor: “How thrilling! Extreme heat sources, flammable liquids, and so many little bottles and vials that couldn’t possibly get mix up with anything in the pest control cabinet!”

Niffty: “Hee hee hee…. Rat poison~”

Vaggie: “Twenty bucks and you LOCK that cabinet, okay?”

Niffty: “Thirty and a new knife set!”

Vaggie: (has given up) “Fine.”

Niffty: “OKAY!”

Charlie: “We need to go shopping anyway. We’ll need flour and sugar and uhhhh flavory things of some kind probably and um, those little paper thingies- the cup cake… skirts?”

Alastor: “Glad to see how prepared our intrepid leader is for this marvelous expedition!”

Charlie: “Cup cake… dollies…?”

Vaggie: “I’ll handle it. You remember how to pre-heat the oven?”

Charlie: “NOT with actual fire!”

Alastor: “Aww.”

Angel Dust: (handing back the twenty) “I want a new pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Mine broke~”

Vaggie: “I don’t want to know.”

Husk: (handing his twenty back too) “Beer.”

Vaggie: “Beer? You run the hotel BAR.”

Husk: “What, you think I nip stuff under the table at work?”

Alastor: “Oh there isn’t much thought needed when it comes to you, I’m afraid.”

Husk: “You think I LIKE that I do that? That’s the stupid hotel’s shit, can’t relax sneaking shots that aren’t mine, racking up a tab like that. This beer is gonna be only for me.”

Charlie: “Husk…”

Vaggie: “Great whatever, guilt free beer for the alcoholic.”

Alastor: “How touching. And I require-”

Vaggie: “What YOU need is a-”

Charlie: “Happy place!”

Vaggie: “-which I’m not picking up for you. I’ll get more cleaning supplies too while I’m at it.”

Charlie: “More? Vaggie, have some faith! We’re all adults here! It’s not gonna be THAT messy. We just need to measure things, maybe chop some stuff up first-”

Niffty: “KNIVES.”

Charlie: “-put all in a- blender-? A blender would work for mixing, right? Then pour the batter in the things and into the oven! Which I WILL remember to preheat this time. Without fire.”

Vaggie: “Good point.”

Charlie: “See!”

Vaggie: “We should stock up on first aid stuff too.”

Charlie: (pouting) “We’ll talk about it on the way.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, thanks for wanting to help carry groceries, but I really think we need to divide and conquer here.”

Charlie: “Huh?”

Vaggie: “Husk is already halfway to the wine cellar.”

Charlie: “He wh- Husk wait! You can’t help make friendship cupcakes if you’re blackout drunk!”

Angel Dust: “Toots that’s the whole idea.”

Vaggie: “Fifty bucks if he’s still conscious when I get back. I’ll need him in the kitchen later if we’re gonna get through this alive.”

Angel Dust: “Spend it on getting’ him a really NICE beer and you’ve gotta deal.”

Vaggie: (eye twitch) “Why is all my money turning into drugs and sex toys?”

Niffty: “And KNIVES!”

Vaggie: “The one silver lining…”

Alastor: “You know, if you won’t extend simple shopping list courtesies to me, then I suppose I shall have to go shopping myself as well.”

Vaggie: “Keep your shopping on the other side of town from me or I’m coming home with a flat screen tv.”

Alastor: (annoyed channel switch sound) “….Noted!”

– LATER –

Hotel Crew: “………….”

Oven: (DING)

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “….cupcakes are done.”

Charlie: “Oh yay. Whoo. Hoo.”

Hotel Crew: “…….”

Vaggie: “If no one takes them out they’re gonna burn.”

Angel Dust: “Let ‘em.”

Husk: “Little fuckers deserve to fry.”

Charlie: (exhausted) “No one deserves to burn for all eternity.”

Niffty: “Yeah! I wanna RIP THEM APART and STAB THE CRUMBS.”

Alastor: “Well that’s two votes for burning and two for rescuing, to a certain extent. I myself would like to try out these DARLING cupcake toppers that I found while out doing my shopping completely alone.”

Vaggie: “Oh my girlfriend’s dad shut up. You won’t die just because no one was listening to you for ten minutes.”

Alastor: “In any case, that makes three for rescue and two for burn, with you as the undecided vote, Vaggie. Choose wisely~!”

Vaggie: (sighing) “Someone hand me the oven mitts.”

Husk: “They’re in the fucking blender.”

Angel Dust: “What’s left of ‘em.”

Vaggie: “Fine. Someone move the pile of dirty dishes off Charlie so SHE can be our oven mitts.”

Charlie: “It’s so peaceful under here…”

Vaggie: “The friendship cupcakes are dying, babe.”

Charlie: “UggghHHHHHH ‘kay. Coming.”

Angel Dust “That’s what she sa-”

Vaggie: “KNIVES.”

Angel Dust “-cough cough cough! I didn’t say nothin’, I got a piece of walnut shell stuck in my throat!”

Alastor: “Usual night for you then, hmm?”

Husk: “Who the fuck put in walnuts?”

Vaggie: “Who cares. If they shelled them then it’s at least better than the coconut thing.”

Charlie: “Did we add anything that wasn’t nut related?”

Vaggie: “Uhhh.”

Angel Dust “Nope!”

Husk: “Is that the only thing you were keeping track of.”

Angel Dust “Hey I know my strengths and I’m stickn’ to ‘em!”

Charlie: “Speaking of strength and sticking… um…”

Hotel Crew: “……….”

Charlie: “They’re bubbling.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “Or, breathing?”

Vaggie: “Yeah…”

Charlie: “Is that normal? It feels kinda… not normal.”

Vaggie: “It’s. Impressive.”

Niftty: “They’re ALIVE!” (knife) “For now.”

Charlie: “Well I guess we shouldn’t REALLY judge them until we’ve actually seen what they taste like-”

Angel Dust “Not it!”

Husk: “Fuck no.”

Alastor: “I’m terribly afraid that I am on a diet.”

Vaggie: “You eat rotting deer carcasses.”

Alastor: “And THEY aren’t still moving when I chow in, ha ha!”

Charlie: “Okay well, I guess I’ll just…”

Vaggie: “Wait. You’re probably immune to half the stuff that’d kill us.”

Charlie: “Right, so I should-”

Vaggie: “You’re not a good example of what happens when a non-demon princess person eats these, sweetie. If wanna test for uh, quality control, it shouldn’t be with you.”

Hotel Crew: “…..”

Vaggie: “….hand me a cupcake.”

Husk: (edges out of the splash zone)

Charlie: “You don’t have to do this.”

Angel Dust: “But you totally should! After I get my phone out though, hold on a sec-”

Vaggie: “I’m standing right in front of Radio Head over here so don’t even THINK about recording this.”

Alastor: “Aww my dear little angel-”

Charlie: “Alastor.” (calm smile) (horns out) “Her name is Vaggie.”

Alastor: “-Vaggie, yes, I would almost be willing to make an exception to my own morals for you.” (grins at angel dust) “Almost.”

Angel Dust: (lowering his phone) “I was jus’ takin’ a selfie. You know. Since I’m covered in sticky white shit anyway.”

Husk: “This fucking sucks.” (shakes his paws)

Vaggie: “No. THIS does.”

Vaggie: (bites cupcake)

Hotel Crew: “……………..”

Vaggie: “….hm.”

Hotel Crew: (STEPS BACK)

Vaggie: “It’s… well it’s kinda…”

Charlie: (cringing) “Break up worthy??”

Niffty: “PAINFUL?”

Vaggie: “It’s.. Fruity..?”

Hotel Crew: (stares at still moving cupcakes)

Angel Dust: “No. Fuckin’. Way.”

Husk: “Since the fuck WHEN did they have fruit in them?”

Angel Dust: “They didn’t! I swear I checked!”

Charlie: “Are they, um, edible?”

Vaggie: “Well I wouldn’t sign them up for a baking competition but I’m not dying either, so.”

Charlie: (excited) “So we did it? We all made actual cupcakes together?”

Vaggie: (smiling) “We did it. Mission cupcake completed.”

Charlie: “HAHA YUS!” (fist pump) “FRIENDSHIP POWERRRRRRR!!!!”

Alastor: “Now now now, no cupcake is fully complete without a lovely floral topper!”

Angel Dust: “Ain’t THAT the truth~”

Alastor: “Which I bought. Alone. Without any second opinion to rely on.”

Vaggie: (rolls eye)

Charlie: “And they’re so cute! Thank you Alastor- you picked wonderfully. Everyone, get decorating!”

Niffty: (drooping) “No stabbing?”

Vaggie: “You can poke ‘em each with a knife to check that they’re done.”

Niffty: “HEHEHEH.”

Vaggie: “Poke them with the knife ONCE Niffty- hey- NO- don’t leave it inside-”

Angel Dust: “That’s what-”

Husk: “Will be on your gravestone if she fucking hears you.”

Charlie: “Awww~ Now they’re adorable AND delicious!”

Husk: “Don’t.”

Angel Dust: “I didn’t say nothin’!”

Vaggie: “I actually kinda wish you’d go back to sex jokes instead of whatever you’re doing to that cupcake”

Angel Dust: “There’s more than one kind of oral performance in the world~”

Vaggie: “Say that and then look at what Niffty’s doing to her cupcake.”

Husk: “Unholy fucking shit!!”

Niffty: (GLEEFUL CACKLING)

Charlie: “Okay well, we clearly each have our own… unique ways of enjoying these cupcakes. Some more uh, graphic and concerning than others-”

Angel Dust: “Why the fuck are the insides RED like that?! Who put in red dye???”

Charlie: “-but the point is we all came together to make these sweets! Which. Taste like strawberries?”

Vaggie: “I didn’t buy strawberries.”

Charlie: “A-at least it and the redness go with the rose themed toppers!”

Angel Dust: “Yeah, I mean, is it weird that out of this whole maybe-living cupcake thing, the professional spun sugar parts are the ones with the funkiest taste to ‘em?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “Alastor. Where the fuck did you buy the rose themed cupcake toppers.”

Alastor: “Hmm? Does my private, SOLITARY shopping FINALLY interest you?”

Vaggie: “Where you literally on the other side of Pentagram City from me.”

Alastor: “I do believe that is what you requested, and I, being a proper gentleman even to someone who might be considered a less than proper lady, was only too happy to oblige!”

Charlie: “Vaggie are you okay? You’re looking kinda pale.”

Vaggie: “I’m.”

Vaggie: “Alastor did you get these rose themed toppers-"

Vaggie: "-in Cannibal Town?”

Angel Dust: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Alastor: “I did.”

Angel Dust: “FUCK!!!”

Husk: (hairball noise)

Charlie: “Oh no.”

Alastor: “Dear Rosie gave me quite the discount. Wasn’t that sweet of her?”

Charlie: “Oh. Nooooooooo-”

Alastor: “I think it utterly darling of her~”

Niffty: “Alastor, hey hey!”

Alastor: “Yes, murder of my eye?”

Niffty: “I stabbed my cupcake topper heheheh WHO did I just stab????”

Charlie: “NOOOOOO-”

Alastor: “I believe it was an unsatisfactory husband by the name of Bill.”

Niffty: (grinning) “A BAD boy?”

Alastor: “Not bad enough to escape Rosie’s Emporium intact but yes, in a manner of speaking.”

Niffty: “Oooh.”

Niffty: (snatches up another cupcake and hugs it) “For my collection.”

Charlie: “GAAAHM NOT HEARING THIS! I DIDN’T HEAR IT!”

Angel Dust: “GREAT CAN YA MAKE IT SO’S I DIDN’T EAT ANY OF IT EITHER!??!”

Alastor: “Not to your tastes, Angel Dust? And here I though you enjoyed have strange men in your mouth.”

Charlie: “DO WE KNOW HIS ADDRESS SO I CAN SEND AN APOLOGY LETTER???”

Alastor: “I suppose his business card might still be in the hand Rose tore off him-”

Charlie: “AAAAAGH!”

Vaggie: “Hostia. You really can’t not be the center of attention for five minutes can you.”

Alastor: “I can, truly I can and very happily! It seems however that YOU cannot withstand the consequences of your own, short-sighted actions.”

Charlie: “Um guys-”

Vaggie: “Oh yeah? You’re not the only monster here, dumbass.”

Charlie: “We’re getting a little off topic-”

Alastor: "But as I am the only one not mired in glorious self-pity, certainly I am the most impressive specimen here.”

Charlie: “Okay this is going a bit-”

Vaggie: “Impressive HA! Fuck your empty grin and your stupid suits. You’re not even the one with the highest body count.”

Angel Dust: “Are we talkin’ sex stuff orrr-?”

Vaggie: (takes topper off her cupcake and pops it in her mouth)

Hotel Crew: “………”

Vaggie: “What?”

Charlie: “Vaggie, um. Person.” (points) “Person food.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, you know how murder crazy exorcist are. You really never thought we didn’t lick a little blood off our weapons now and then, to feel extra badass about slaughtering people sometimes?”

Charlie: (dazed) “I’m thinking about it now.” (covers cheeks)

Niffty: “BLOOD!”

Angel Dust: “Oh ew. Oh you're getting off on that- Oh that’s just-”

Charlie: “Part of her past, a thing EVERYONE has.”

Angel Dust: “BLEH.”

Husk: “Also step one to seeing her shitfaced.”

Charlie: “Ha haaa…” (claps hands) “Okay everyone- that’s a wrap on today’s bonding activities! I uh, I think we can save the clean up until we’ve all recovered from the actual cupcakes a bit, right Vaggie?”

Vaggie: (shrug) “Whatever.”

Husk: “About damn time.” (sighs) (walks out) “I’ll get the fucking vodka.”

Niffty: "HEE HEE." (carrying cupcake over her head) "TO THE COLLECTION!"

Angel Dust: “Hold up baby! I wanna get shitfaced too after this!”

Charlie: “Well I think it’s all very interesting! Angel stuff is interesting, isn’t it Alastor?”

Alastor: “Yes. Quite.”

Vaggie: “Uh-huh.” (slumps and drops cupcake) “Bill tastes boring as hell, by the way, maybe let Rosie know before she sells anymore of these.”

Charlie: “Oh? Maybe THAT’S why she gave such a steep discount?”

Alastor: “Perhaps.”

Charlie: “Awww cheer up Alastor. You can bring her some of our cupcakes as a thank you, now that we uh, we’ve um, had our fill of them already.”

Alastor: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: “Think I’ll head up now.”

Alastor: “While grabbing a drink along way, hmm?”

Vaggie: “Yeah. Why not.”

Charlie: “Vaggie-” (catches her hand) (squeezes) “-grab one for me, too? I’ll be right behind you.”

Vaggie: “…wine from the cellar then, huh?”

Charlie: “I’m having whatever you’re having.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, you hate the shit I drink.” (small smile) “I’ll get us something from the cellar. Meet you up there.”

Charlie: “In a heartbeat.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “Alastor.”

Alastor: “Oh don’t scold me for her baggage, dear, I don’t make her carry it.”

Charlie: “I’m not scolding. I just- I get that you have this whole-” (air quotes) “-annoying big brother who hates being ignored thing going on with Vaggie, and while it IS kinda sweet-”

Alastor: (microphone feedback) “Excuse me?”

Charlie: “Could you turn it down a tiny bit when it comes the exorcist stuff?”

Alastor: “I do not-”

Charlie: “I know I know you don’t mean to make her all droopy like this, it’s boring for you, totally a killjoy-”

Alastor: “There is NOTHING enjoyable about that woman!”

Charlie: “-So maaaaaaybe back off a little when things get too serious?”

Alastor: “NO!”

Charlie: “Think about it okay?” (pats his shoulder) “Anyway, thanks for sticking around for the friendship cupcakes, see you at the next hotel bonding session, Dadastor!”

Alastor: “At the next-”

Alastor: “………”

Alastor: (hissing) “DADastor!?”

[yawneon]

PROJECT : REBUS !

a/n : my second little fic thingy on this app 🤭 i’m writing this at 4am, sorry if there’s any little mistakes. (i’m feeding my own mattheo riddle delusions)

pairing : mattheo riddle x gn!slytherin!reader

summary : you hated mattheo riddle, loathed him almost but all shit hits the fan when things go missing in your and his dorm, so the only logical thing to do is to band together and find out what in merlin’s name is going on.

!!! : sherlock holmes era, im funny i swear, fluff, enemies to teammates to lovers, im gonna write this one longer promise, a little bit on y/n (we love them), nicknames, references of non-canon slytherin characters (lorenzo berkshire, mattheo riddle.. obviously 😭😭), half-blood reader, mattheo is annoying

part 1! / …

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it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mattheo riddle, son of the dark lord, to be annoying you in some way. it was his hobby, (or atleast that’s what he’d like to call it). no matter how many times you tell him to fuck off or leave you alone he just could never grasp the idea of it, it was out of his nature to leave you alone because it was like you two were made for eachother (again what he would like to describe it as).

“back off riddle.” you warned. you were currently at a slytherin party, your team had just won the quidditch match and your whole house seems over the moon. well everyone but you.

“come on, jelly bean.” mattheo looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. he pokes your side causing you to swat his hand away in an instant. it was hard to hear him over the blasting music and the sight of blaise on a table singing his heart out but you just knew that whatever he said was a teasing little snarky comment. “riddle.” you warn again giving him a stern look, “just one dance cookie and then i’ll leave you alone..” he gives you a fake pout, his bottom lip jutting out. looking him up and down you fake gag causing him to pout even further, a cheeky smirk ghosting on his lips.

you roll your eyes at him and your legs move away from him (for what felt like the fifth time that night ((it was.)) and he tries to follow you to annoy you further but he’s interrupted by a soft hand on his forearm pulling him, with one quick look to the hufflepuff student who somehow found themselves snaked into the party. his gaze leaves you as he’s quickly distracted by the person and you keep walking. it was going to be a long night obviously so since they had only just started.

you find yourself stood with your friends pansy, daphne, theodore, and draco . you stood around drinking a mystery concoction made by lorenzo and you wonder to yourself who the fuck gave him the job of making these drinks. “these are deadly, merlin.” you groan wincing at the burn in your throat as you swallow the liquid in the cup. pansy snickers at your comment bringing the red cup to her lips, “i mean yeah look who’s behind them.” she laughs taking a sip. “hey [name], are you and mattheo like a thing?” daphne ask, fiddling with her golden necklace that hung around her collarbone. you almost spit your drink out and the two boys around you chuckle at your reaction. “why would you ever make such an assumption?” your face must contort into a disgusted confused mix because everyone around you starts chuckling to themselves.

“well, i’ve got a friend in ravenclaw and i’d think they’d be a great match. it’s just that he’s always around you so i just assumed you guys were i don’t know.. into eachother?” daphne smiles shyly, her intentions seem true and you knew that she doesn’t like mattheo since he’s not really.. her type. “daphne..” you put a hand on her shoulder comically, “you can have him.. on one condition.. you make sure he never speaks to me again.” you snicker, daphne beams and nods profusely promising you that you will not be disappointed.

you and mattheo had been what seemed like enemies since like forever. the first thing he did to make you hate him was when he dunked your head into a volubilis potion in first year causing you to sound like a chipmunk for 3 days and since that day you have never had a break from mattheos constant efforts to humiliate you. first it was the potion, then pushing you off your broom, setting your robe on fire in transfiguration, the list goes on really. but mattheo continued to play dumb all the way up to sixth year. it was weird, the fact he acted absolutely oblivious, but you thought he was just teasing you again.

the night died down slowly and after about 3 hours of talking, laughing and drinking you head back to your dorm. you arrive at your dorms door, met with it slightly ajar. you think that it was weird before venturing onwards sinking yourself into the chair at your desk, you were a lucky student, having a dorm to yourself was a blessing. hearing daphne’s and theodore’s constant complaints on snoring, messiness and fights you found yourself encapsulated in the warm fortunes of being able to have a room to yourself, (even if it did get lonely).

sitting up from the wooden chair, you shower and change into more suitable sleeping attire which was obviously your pajamas you brought from home accompanied by slippers. you fall into your bed with a tired sigh, your eyes wandering over your dorms ceilings, then walls, the lights, the desk and your jewellery stand in which your rings that your family have kept as an heirloom for years centuries were missing.

they were missing.

the. rings. were. missing.

you sit up from the bed in a comical way, you could’ve sworn there were onomatoepias surrounding the air around you. jolting up quickly you rush to look for the rings. you check in the holder, on the desk, on the floor, in the blankets, under the pillows, anywhere you could think of. if you were found to have lost your prized family heirloom your mother would have your head on a stick and you would be fed to the dogs. you HAVE to find the rings. even if you died doing it.

you were searching for that shit, like it was your life elixir. as if it was the elder wand. people would hate thought you were crazy by the way you were looking. it was funny almost seeing someone squirm and rush around such a small area. your sheets were being yanked off your bed and your chest at the foot of your bed was being emptied and rearranged. you looked like you were on drugs, it was bad. you looked like a lunatic, it was horrid. but you gotta do what u gotta do..

to say you were panicking would be an understatement. you were frantic, desperate even. you were on all fours checking every single crevice and crack of that room 15 times over just for there to be nothing. it hasn’t even been an hour since you stepped foot into your dorm. your eyes are wide with anxiety sinking in and you unconsciously start pacing your room.

your mind runs laps thinking about any and every possibility. maybe they grew legs and walked away, maybe there was no rings in the first place and you were just crazy, maybe you’re family was crazy. maybe nothing was real like ever.

you paced up and down your room, hands in your hair basically clawing at it thinking of every scenario possible and every single step you took that day.

1. you woke up.

2. you went to the bathroom and did your business.

3. you changed into your uniform.

4. you checked the rings were still there, they were.

5. you went on about your day.

every single day you check the rings are there. you wouldn’t wear them incase they got damaged so you settled with keeping them on a porcelain plate next to your notebook. every single friend and basically everyone in your year knows how valuable they are and you would a word (avada kadavra) anyone without hesitation if they touched them so no one ever did.

well there is one person that might have and would if he felt especially annoying that day.

-

you found yourself pounding on mattheo riddles dorm door. the knocks echoed throughout the hall. some partygoers are still hung around in deep conversation, lorenzo seems to be off his shift as the bartender and he is seemingly in his dorm.

you wait for an answer at the door for what feels like eternity (2 minutes) and you being hammering at the door next.

a muffled voice pleads for you to stop and blaise opens the door groggily, fatigue from the party taken over his state of mind.

“where is he.”

“where is who?”

“you know who blaise.”

blaise looks behind him, looking over the beds in his dorm. enzo is in bed, and blaise just got out of his. he looks at mattheos bed and its unmade but its empty.

“not here.” blaise sighs, wiping a tired hand over his eyes.

“then where is he?” you grumble.

“astronomy tower maybe, he likes taking a smoke out there at night. to see stars or some sappy shit.” blaise replies.

you thank blaise quickly and you apologise for the intrusion before quickly picking up your feet from the floor and going to the astronomy tower.

the halls of hogwarts when it was empty were always cold and a bit uneasy when you walk through them at night. knowing that there are ghosts in the walls and there might be other students or things around frighten you but the only thing your running on right now is the drink lorenzo made and pure anger.

your slippers tap on the tile beneath your feet echoing through the walls. you twist up the astronomy tower stairs quickly and you silently enter the icy breeze of the open class. the smell of smoke quickly comes over you, foretelling you that your target was indeed here.

-

“riddle.” you growl looking at the boy. he felt as if your eyes were piercing holes straight through him and he turns around slowly cigarette still in his mouth. mattheo’s eyes were wide and his face looked guilty.

“i swear whatever theo said he’s lying.” mattheo blurts out quickly. his eyes trail down to your slippers up your long fuzzy pajama pants and then to your night shirt, a quiet smile grows on his face but he’s quick to hide the pink on his cheeks with a snarky remark. “cute outfit, [name]” he laughs taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“did you steal my stuff mattheo?”

“who?” he replies, his lips curl into a smile.

“what?” you make a weird face at him, “did you steal my things?” you say again.

“you said my name.” he laughs out softly his eyes meeting the sky above him. “also no.” mattheo sighs out.

you walk to the ledge of the astronomy tower where he stood and you lean your elbows against the chill metal. “riddle-“ you try to begin but your cut off instantly, “mattheo.” he says. “call me mattheo please.” he says almost shyly, you narrow your eyes at him before shaking your head giving into the boys request.

“mattheo i really need you to be honest with me okay?” you turn to look at him, “did you steal my stuff?”.

“i didn’t [name].” he looks back at you, “right.” you reply, slight mistrust laces your tone but mattheo ignores it as he finishes up smoking his cigarette.

“im being serious!” he whines, the top of the cigarette being dragged across the railing. you give him a nod, coming off a tad sarcastic but mostly trusting.

“my stuff went missing too.” mattheo blurts out, he looks at you breathing out a smoky sigh. you look at him puzzled, you squint your eyes at him trying to read his expression.

with your squinted eyes and mistrusting expression an idea pops up into your head.

not one you like and most definitely not one you’d pitch to mattheo riddle.

but it was better than just sulking around.

“well if we both got robbed, on the same night what are the chances it was the same person?” you sigh out your eyes drawing to the stars above you.

“high?” he replies,

“so as much as i hate this- why dont we help eachother out and look for them together.”

“are you asking me to become your detective partner, honey bun?” he teases you with a sly grin.

“don’t make me change my mind riddle.” you glare at him.

“fine.. i will since your prrrractically begging me to ~” he smiles childishly, a slight gleam in his eyes.

you roll your eyes and groan,

this was a bad idea.

-

@yawneon

[natashaslesbian]

Babysitter

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Natasha had no choice but to leave you with Uncle Bruce when she goes away for an overnight mission. It turns out, Bruce isn’t the best babysitter

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Bruce Banner x Kid!Reader) (Wanda Maximoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings: none I think :)

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“Ok tiny dancer” Natasha said as she left a gentle kiss on your cheek “you be good for uncle Bruce ok?” You nodded your little head and gave your mama a sad smile “I’ll be good. I promise” your mommy gave you a tight hug and made a quick exit. Trial and error had discovered that a short goodbye left you much calmer than a long buildup causing you to breakdown when Natasha closed the door. You turned away from the elevator and headed back towards the avengers private living room “Natasha will um- mommy will be back soon y/n” Bruce tried his best to console you, he was still pretty new at this. Until now, Dr Banner had never looked after you alone, he had always shared the babysitting responsibility with Clint or Tony or whoever was at the compound while Natasha was away for a mission. “You wanna…watch tv?” Bruce said “yes please” you replied as you took his hand, much to his surprise.

You spent 3 hours in front of the tv, you usually did right after Natasha had left for a mission. It took a little while to bring out your bubbly personality. “heeeyy y/n” Bruce said as he returned with your dinner “I’ve made your favourite!” Beckoning you towards the dinner table “Dino nuggs?” You asked “yes. Dino nuggets indeed” your uncle said as he helped you up onto the chair. Natasha had left strict instructions on how you liked your dinosaur nuggets to be made and what you would eat them with, you were horrified when you looked over the plate of burnt nuggets and cabbage as a side “ew!” You exclaimed “what’s this?” Bruce had tried his best, he couldn’t find the sweetcorn you usually had with this meal so he settled for cabbage in the hopes you would at least try it “it’s some yummy cabbage y/n, with your dino nuggets” he handed you your little plastic pink fork which was instantly thrown across the kitchen and clattered on the floor. “Don’t want caby thingy!” You yelled “what about the nuggets?” Bruce tried to deflate the situation “they’re b-burnt!” You started to cry “don’t lik-like them burnt!” You climbed down from your chair and made a fast exit back to your bedroom. “Great” Bruce huffed.

Uncle Bruce tried to tempt you with every other option he could think of for dinner, even takeout. You, however, were having non of it, you wanted your dino nuggets. Dr Banner accepted defeat and returned to the kitchen where he spent 3 hours perfecting your dinner to your high standers. It was almost your bedtime when you finally sat down for your second attempt at dinner, you had long ago stopped complaining about your rumbly tummy and could barely keep your eyes open while you ate the last few bites. There were still more mountains to climb before bed, but luckily you were exhausted so you didn’t put up much of fight during bath time. You fell asleep way after your usual bed time and Bruce near enough collapsed into his bed down the hall.

The scientist felt a small breeze against his hand in the early hours of the morning. He shot awake when his handed was tightly tugged. His minor scream as he awoke had you backing into a corner immediately “sowry uncle Bruce” you whispered “oh y/n” he panted “it’s alright, um- are you okay?” He asked as he pulled back the covers “I had a bad dweam” you whispered “oh- ugh” Bruce was baffled, having no idea how to help you “do you wanna- um - have some milk and then um go back to bed?” He offered “well, mommy usually lets me stay in her bed” you sadly said, missing your mama so much. “Right, well” your uncle scanned his brain for any ideas, sharing his bed with you wasn’t exactly his first choice “would you like me to read to you?” He offered again. You drew your gaze down to the floor and sighed “no, it’s ok” you said as you turned on your heels and went back to your bedroom. Bruce gave you a sympathetic smile and rolled back into bed.

It wasn’t until a little while later that he realised the problem hadn’t quite been solved. He could hear your small whines out in the corridor and prepared himself for your re-entry. “Shh y/n, it’s alright” a familiar voice said. Bruce tumbled out of bed to investigate further. Upon opening the door he found an exhausted looking Wanda holding you snug in her arms pattering up and down the corridor. “Wanda?” Dr Banner asked. The brunette must’ve just returned from her solo mission. She shot her crimson eyes at the scientist and he immediately cowered away “why did you send her back to bed crying?” Wanda managed to whisper but also shout “she-she just walked away, I didn’t know what to do!” Bruce stammered, scratching the stubble on his chin. “She just needs some love and cuddles Bruce, just go back to bed I’ll look after her. Properly” the witch didn’t spare a second glance as she took you down the hall to the living area. Bruce excused himself to head back to bed, feeling very defeated. It wasn’t all his fault, he had zero experience with caring for kids and he did try his best.

Natasha wasted no time in heading straight to your bedroom when she returned in the early hours of the morning. She came to a halt in the living area when she saw you fast asleep on top of a dishevelled looking Wanda, who was also fast asleep. The widow was confused but before she could find Bruce a small whimper caught her attention “mama?” You whispered “hey baby girl” your mommy said as she came and scooped you up into her arms. Finally she was home and you were back in the safest place on earth “where is uncle Bruce?” She asked “uncle Bruce is a bad babysitter” you crossly said as you rubbed your eyes, Natasha couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “It’s okay sweethearts, mommy’s here now” she said as she kissed your hairline. You let out a big yawn and another pair of hands came to hold you “hey Nat” Wanda said “Bruce is in his room, I’ll take her to bed” she said, knowing that deep down Natasha was probably quite angry with Bruce. You willingly let Wanda carry you back to bed and fell straight back into dreamland, knowing your mommy was home again.

You woke up an hour later to a commotion outside your bedroom. “I gave you the easiest job Bruce!” Your mom said “how do you burn nuggets? I mean seriously!” You giggled slightly and crawled out of bed towards the door to listen closely “I’m so sorry Natasha I just didn’t know what to do” Bruce pleaded “if Wanda hadn’t had come home she would’ve been left scared and afraid because of you! I am never leaving my daughter with you again Bruce!” Your bedroom door clicked open and both avengers turned to you “hey baby, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha said as she came to give you a cuddle, you hummed contently and lifted your arms up signalling that you wanted your mama to lift you up “let’s go get some breakfast yeah y/n?” Your mom asked “yes pwease” you tiredly said as Natasha headed for the kitchen. You pulled back from her shoulder and looked back Bruce, he smiled. You on the other hand stuck your little tongue out and have a cheeky look at your uncle.

It was safe to say that Natasha wouldn’t be leaving you with Bruce anytime soon.

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This is crap I know I’m sorry :/

-Astara

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Torture:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Seungmin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: IN and Minho 

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: swearing, flustering tool thingy, raspberries

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages

Prompts: 

“Do you want to die?”

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

“you have such a cute laugh!”

“apologize!”

“i’m gonna get you!”

“i’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

“be quiet! other people might be able to hear you, you know!”

“Hey Jeongin! Look what I got!” Lee Know exclaimed, barging into the maknae’s room. 

He was holding what looked to be the head of a sink brush, round with soft bristles. 

“What’s that? Something you pulled off of Grandpa Chan’s kitchen cleaner?” Innie teased, raising an eyebrow when Minho shook his head. 

“Then? What is it?” The maknae was suddenly curious. 

“Well, I’ll show you!” With that, Lino bounded over and lifted Innie’s shirt. He pressed the object to the maknae’s belly and pressed a singular button. 

The brush immediately buzzed against the vocalist’s side, bristles spinning. 

“AH! HYUHUNG!” Jeongin immediately pushed away the tool along with Lee Know’s hand. 

“Where did you even get that thing?!” Innie squealed when Minho ducked it closer to tease him. 

“Amazon! It’s used to tickle people!” Minho giggled in excitement. 

“Yeah, no shit.” Jeongin deadpanned. 

“I need someone to help me test it out. Do you wanna?” Lee Know offered. 

I.N knew that if he refused, Minho would wreck him. So naturally, he agreed. 

They searched around the dorm for a worthy lee, and stumbled upon their favorite puppy sprawled on the bed, reading a book, feet kicking up and down in their socks. 

That gave Minho an idea. He slowly opened one end of Seungmin’s sock, turned on the brush…and just casually dropped it in. 

The brush’s bristles spun against Minnie’s sole, effectively tickling the younger to pieces.

A loud scream erupted out of Seungmin’s throat as he immediately dropped his book and thrashed around, cackling his head off as he pulled the brush out of his sock. 

He glared at Minho and Jeongin, who were practically in stitches. 

“Ugh, brats…” Seungmin rolled his eyes, tossing the brush tool back to Lee Know. 

“Do you want to die?” Minho narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“Maybe-” Seungmin sarcastically responded, putting his book on the bedside table. 

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.” Came Jeongin’s response. 

Seungmin’s eyes widened, and he started begging. 

“nonono! please!” He pleaded. 

“I’m gonna get you!” Minho cooed, grabbing his wrists and handing them to I.N. 

Seungmin coninued to beg for mercy, wide eyes staring up at Lee Know as he straddled his waist.  

Minho squeezed at Seungmin’s side, not expecting a response, however, the giggle that Minnie produced had the older cooing and wiggling his fingers, only flustering the puppy more. 

“Your laugh is so cute!” 

“noho…”

“*gasp* YES IT IS! Apologize!”

“Please. I’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

“Says the one who was begging for mercy like, five seconds ago!” Jeongin laughed. 

Minho decided to start, immediately dipping his finger into the younger’s sensitive navel, eliciting a loud scream of laughter. 

“NOHOHO DEHEATH SPOHOTS!” Seungmin begged. He clearly couldn’t handle much. 

“Too bad!” Came Innie’s cheery voice as he scribbled over Minnie’s armpits, only causing the middle to buck up with a desperate cry for mercy. 

“NO! NOOO! LEE MINHO!” Minnie screeched as Lee Know turned on the brush and attached it to his belly button, driving the younger insane within seconds. 

“NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE TUHURN THAHAHAT THIHIHING OHOHOFFFFF!” Seungmin bucked and squealed, trying to pry off the little brush. 

He shook his head back and forth, eyes squeezing shut from the pure sensitivity. 

That’s when the raspberries came.

Seungmin screamed as loud as he could. Anyone else would probably think he was getting murdered. 

However, this was a common occurrence in the dorm, so nobody paid it any mind.

“Shhh! People might hear you, you know?!” Lee Know scolded playfully into Minnie’s stomach, and the younger’s laughter went silent. 

“Much better!” Jeongin decided to let up, Minho too, however, Seungmin was still squirming.  

“AAAAAGH STOHOHOHOP!” He screeched. 

“But, we’re not even doing anything…?” Innie asked, confused. 

“THEHE FUHUHUCKING BRUHUHUSH!” Seungmin laughed. Minho gasped, lifting the younger’s shirt and grabbing the little brush. 

“Sorry, puppy!” Lee Know giggled, stowing the brush away safely in his pocket. 

Seungmin just grumbled, burying his head into Minho’s chest and promptly falling asleep. 

Minho lovingly stroked at his hair, placing a kiss onto the sleeping boy’s head, forgetting the maknae who watched in awe at his hyung.

Lee Know caught the younger staring, and a stubborn blush rested on his cheeks. 

“Tell anyone, and you’re next.”

He still told everyone…

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[libcaro]

The "I forgive you" analysis no one asked and probably no one needs and PROBABLY someone already did but wth

just analyze this out loud with me, correct me if I'm remembering things wrong. S1 Crowley is cursing the great big plan, Azira says something like "may god forgive you" and he replies "I'm not forgivable, that is inside a demon's job description". they fight, part ways because Crowley is scared of the end of the world and doesn't want to be there since they couldn't stop it, he gives up, and Azira debates if telling Crowley is a good idea and that he only needs to reach the right people, heaven people but as we know he fails, everyone wants the end of the world happening even head office.

Now the offer in season 1, Crowley has been discovered as the one who messed up the "changing of babies thingy", and runs to Azira to leave together before they find him. they talk again and Crowley says mean things to him, how stupid he is for believing all will be resolved by just talking to the "right people" when all of us know they don't care. he says "I forgive you" this time coming directly from him, letting him know that he is indeed forgivable and that what he said was again, offending God or something like that.

THEN! They are fighting again, because of the same thing, Crowley expressing his real feelings "I would like to spend..." We all supposed he meant "the rest of my time with you" or something of the sort. then Azira is like come to me to Heaven, I will do things right and yada yada yada and AGAIN, Crowley is like no! They put you through literal hell, let's run, yada yada, AGAIN! (XD) Crowley puts the bookshop on the table, Azira will leave that behind too, he is about to leave! Azira stops him "I need you! You don't know what I'm offering you" (Here I would like to suppose that idea some people have(me included) that he was indeed a powerful angel in his days and knows exactly what he is talking about) then Azira gives up "there is nothing else to say" Crowley pushes the issue now, "We could have been ... us" because the bloody idiot can't say "couple" yet (XD).

Then he kissed him, we all agree is because he was trying to convince him to stay and yes... we could say he was, like he tried to convince him before but not with his body 😏, with reasoning, like the whole first chapter S1 interaction between them was Crowley trying to convince him to stop the Armageddon with him. huh now I'm discovering myself here also, how Crowley is always kind of tempting Azira to do different from what it's thought as an angel🤔.

Anyway, having all of this in mind, his face after the kiss goes from shocked to... kind of angry, he might be thinking again "he is just trying to deviate me from the path of God, again". deep down the little Angel hasn't given up the idea of good and bad, he deep down believes he is the "good" one and Crowley is the "bad" one just because, I'll dare to say, superficial things, their status, clothes, way of being, ignoring how Crowley has done good and Azira has done bad things, is a matter of choice for Angels and Demons as well as humans. deep down I think Crowley thinks this way too, "it's what I'm supposed to do" he kind of established that when he said he is unforgivable. now the "I forgive you" at the end is Azira recalling himself and Crowley they are from opposite sides and his duty is in heaven. he touches his lips as if to process the whole thing, but then leaves anyway though he hesitates for a bit, he believes Crowley is deep down a good person but that dichotomy never leaves their minds. "don't bother" is like him saying, "don't waste your energies trying to spare my soul as you had before because this is a lost cause, the ineffable plan, what is meant to happen always, we are always on opposites sides" Azira still cares about the sides, even though he strives for good authentically, he hasn't disposed yet of "me an angel you a demon".

[mystic-helena]

hello! can i request a kuroo x reader where kuroo and the reader are childhood friends but he doesn’t know how to tell her he loves i love your blog by the ways its really cute ok have a great day bb hope you’re doing well ♡︎

Childhood crush ft Kuroo!

a/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS ITS BEEN SO LONG I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE HOW SORRY I AM OH MY GOD IT ISNT EVEN GOOD

Kuroo had always been there for you and you’ve been always there for him.

Since the beginning of times—okay, maybe not the beginning of times, but the beginning of your life—Kuroo has been there, it could be laughting at you when you fall after helping you get up or simply existing beside you on a sleepover at a half past eleven when you both should be sleeping—because for twelve-year-old kids that is pretty late according to his parents—but are instead looking at the bedroom ceiling and forming constellations with the glow-in-the-dark stars he has over his bed.

Right now, as strange as it may be for you, Kuroo isn’t glued to your side...

...because he’s talking to his reflection in your bathroom.

For the past twenty minutes.

His hands are on both sides of the sink, upper body leaning towards the reflective surface, brown eyes digging holes into it, as if starting too hard would magically put his ideas in order.

“Tetsuro, we both know how the childhood best friend never gets the love interest—he said while pointing at the mirror, eyes fixed in his own face—, but, we also have advantage because our fate isn’t written as if we were mere characters in a book. Wait, maybe that’s even worse”

“Tetsu, you’ve been there for forever, come out already” you practically yell, cheek pressed against the coffee table in your living room “you know I promised I won’t laugh-”

Oh, right. He almost forgot about it. The reason why he was at the bathroom.

“-if you finally admitted you are shit putting make up on and finally let me help you.”

Many ‘make up stuff’ as he named it, was untouched in front of him. All of it belongs to your cousin, who also implanted the idea of downloading tiktok in your head. Which is also the reason why he was supposed to make himself look like one of those people who had glitter almost all over their faces, imitating the Euphoria series look, thing he agreed to do just because you asked him with the only reason of him being ‘pretty’ and having perfect skin. And yes, his heart skipped a beat when you called him pretty.

“I’m done y/n, just give me five more minutes” he says as he rapidly tries to find the ‘black thingy’ they used on videos to ‘paint lines on their eyes and look like a cat’. He thinks he should have paid more attention when you were telling him which thing does what. But five seconds prior that you called him pretty. Not handsome but pretty, how is he supposed to feel about that? He has mussels, has a deep voice, is tall and is very intelligent. Why would you call him pretty? I mean, being called pretty is better than not being called pretty. And now he’s back to staring into his reflection.

With much difficulty he steps out of his spiraling thoughts and finds the eyeliner—that’s what it’s called, he celebrates—and tries to paint a straight line on top of his eye. It’s comes out pretty decent, he’s glad his hands are steady. He goes for the other eye. This one is a little bit wonky but probably you won’t notice, he thinks as he puts down the eyeliner and looks for the glitter. He’s gonna regret this later, glitter gets everywhere when he opens the little container. He coughs and closes the glitter container.

“Are you ok over there? You sure you don’t need help?” you sound concerned and he cringes when he looks at the mirror and sees the glitter got into his mouth. How did he do that? Shit, that will be a pain to take off. Well, another problem for future him, he shruggs and thinks a way to stick the glitter to his face and make it look good. The lipgloss is looking at him and he’s looking back.

Kuroo opens wide the door—he was in there for more than 5 minutes—and looks at you. You were about to fall asleep on the couch but bolt right up at the sound of the bathroom door slamming against te wall.

“Took you long enough” you wipe your eyes and stare at his face for a couple of seconds. He stares back and hopes he’s not turning red, why are you staring at him? Did he fuck up that badly? Are you amazed by his make up techniques? Maybe he should say something. “Take a photo, it will last longer” he winks at you and smiles when he sees your eyes widen for a second.

What were you thinking in that moment? You looked shy for a moment before smiling wide and getting up. You walk towards him and grab him by the wrist and drag him to the couch. Kuroo sat and watched as you did the same next to him, and he knows he should be thinking about what to do on the tiktok you were about to do but instead he was getting distracted by how close you are. Maybe one day he would tell you how he feels but for now being your best friend was more than enough.

[epithet-beloved]

DO ONE FOR RAMSEY I BEG YOU THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ROMANTIC READER INSERT FICS OF HIM OUT THERE!! as for a prompt, imagine the reader visiting ramsey in those rooms with the phones and the glass dividers and the reader is (lovingly) scolding him for getting caught by the cops and they bicker like an old married couple

VISITS

synopsis… a few days after his latest encounter with law enforcement that led to his arrest, you decide to pay ramsey a visit.

ft. ramsey murdoch

tags… established relationship, banter, ramsey being himself, mod has no idea how those phone booth thingies actually work and made up what sounded funnier

word count… 1079

a/n… FIRST POST HERE RAAAHHH you're so right Ramsey deserves all the love I adore this stinky rat man sm !! I had a lot of fun writing this I love love LOVE writing him being silly !! ✧ 🦇

The atmosphere of the waiting room made you uncomfortable. 

Maybe it was the camera in the corner of the room, or the strangely ominous whirring of the fan on the security guard’s desk; maybe it was the security guard themselves, or the fact that you were the only person in that room with them, waiting to be called for visit hours in an otherwise completely silent room.

You weren’t that surprised to see the room devoid of people: nobody would want to spend any amount of time in a prison housing some of Taiga Country’s worst criminals, despite the place’s reputation of having some of the most advanced security known to law enforcement.

So why were you even here, if the place made you so uncomfortable that the more time passed the more you tried to shrink into the creaky chair you were sitting on?

Well, the answer seems a bit obvious, doesn’t it?

-𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪-   

“Murdoch.”  The sound of the warden’s voice echoing in the halls of the prison caught his attention immediately as the sound of the keys twisting in the metal door accompanied it, interrupting the screaming match he had been engaging in with his poor cell mate.

“Warden!”  Ramsey’s tone shifted to a more pleasant, slightly higher pitched one, desperate to put up a pretty face with the strict man. He was still recovering from being tased a couple days before. 

“What can I do for ya?” He asked, and the bigger man just shot him an unamused glance as he did.

“You have a visit. Come with me.”  A visit? Oh boy! A little bit of excitement surged through Ramsey’s body as he followed the warden out of his cell and down the prison halls with a skip in his step and a smile so wide on his face his golden tooth shined every time he walked under one of the lights in the ceiling.

-𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪-

Were all the chairs in this place just deeply uncomfortable? Despite the cushion (you assumed it was a cushion, or at least what remained of one), you still found it hard to sit comfortably on the wooden chair, if you could even call it a chair.

The air in this room was suffocating, and it was probably due to the lack of any windows in it. 

Your fingers idly drummed on the surface of the small table you were sitting at as you sighed, growing more impatient with every minute that passed.

A faint whistling coming from beyond the door on the other side of the room caught your attention, and soon after said door swung open to reveal the source of said whistling and the man accompanying him who looked, and sounded, extremely annoyed.

“30 minutes.” The warden scoffed, and you were pretty sure that was not quite the correct time you should have had, but Ramsey let out a delighted squeak nonetheless as he sat across from you.

You stared at each other through the glass divider for a few seconds as the warden closed the door again, now leaving only you and Ramsey in the room. He had the biggest grin on his face, and it made you want to punch him, if it wasn’t for the glass in the way.

… Affectionately, of course.

The grin remained plastered on his face as he reached for the phone receiver on his side of the booth, and you did the same on your side.

“Well what do we have heereee,” His voice rang out through the receiver, and it was the first time you’d heard it in days. You were almost happy to hear it again. You couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face, despite your efforts to maintain a somewhat annoyed expression at him.

“Now, now, I see that smile,” He continued blabbering, “Who was it that said ‘don’t come crying to me if you get arrested, I won’t even visit?’ Oh wait, it was you!” He exclaimed, exaggerating his words with gestures of his hand, “But here you are! Here just to visit me.”

He sounded smug. Happy to see you, but smug. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“You still got arrested,” You began to comment, but he interrupted before you could continue: 

“And ya came to visit me~”

You scoffed, “What’s got you so cheery today?” You question him, and the grin just grows wider on his rat face as he simply taps his index against the glass.

“You’re here.”

“Stop that.”

“Ya love meee!"

You hang up the receiver on your end.

You see Ramsey yell out a “NO!!” as you do; you can’t hear him through the glass, so his face just seems to contort in all sorts of pained expressions as he despairs and presses his hands on the glass in dismay. He’s so dramatic.

You pick up the receiver again,“As I said, don’t come crying to me.”

“You are SO MEAN to me!!” He yells, and you can’t help but laugh hearing how distressed he sounds.

“Maybe I am.”

 “Unbelievable, unbelievable!” He shakes his head vigorously, and you notice his golden eye slightly moves in its socket as he does. “You dare betray me like this!?”

“Well, if you had listened to me, maybe we wouldn’t be here now.” 

"Unbelievable!!" He despairs again, clearly distressed from such a betrayal in trust from his lover.

You can’t help but laugh at his antics, and from his position of laying the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically he peeks over as he hears you laugh through the receiver. There it is, the sound he’s missed so much.

He regains his (terrible) usual posture and simply smiles at you through the glass.

“Made ya laugh.”

“Oh, shut up!”

You both giggle this time, and you notice he’s twirling the phone cord on his side like some sort of schoolgirl.

“Will I see ya again, gorgeous?” He asks you, making it sound like you just went on some sort of date instead of visiting him in a maximum security prison.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you will.” With a small smirk, you raise your finger to tap your chin as if you were really putting deep thought into your answer. 

Ramsey tilts his head and flashes you an exaggerated pout, “I’ll be very sad if I doooon’t!” He speaks in a whiny tone, and you have to stifle a snort.

“Well, maybe I won’t come again then.”

“MEAN.”

[bookwormscififan]

It's Not A Euphemism If Mad Says It

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A/N: I was talking with @iamvegorott yesterday about baking pies in fanfiction, and I had this idea of Mad not knowing the meaning of a certain step in the recipe and going to ask the twins about it. And of course, the twins need a moment to get more context.

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Mare and Phantom were enjoying a rare afternoon of peace and quiet, sitting on opposite sides of the couch with their own things to work on, when Mad stepped into the room.

“What’s docking?”

Mare blinked at Mad’s question, slowly lifting his head to look at his boyfriend before tilting it in slight confusion. Phantom, on the other hand, almost choked on his mouthful of coffee, spluttering before turning to look at the scientist.

“Dear heart, I’m going to need some context here,” Mare said slowly, setting his work aside as he waited for Mad to explain. He shot his twin a glare when Phantom gave him an incredulous look, eyes saying that Phantom’s mind was in the completely wrong place.

“I wanted to bake a pie,” Mad began, not noticing Mare’s look of relief as he continued his explanation. “A blackberry pie, with the leftover shortcrust pastry you’d gotten from Phan, but the recipe mentioned ‘docking’ and I didn’t know what it meant. Judging from Phan’s reaction, I assume it’s another word with a double meaning?”

“Don’t worry about that, darling,” Mare said with a chuckle, flashing Mad his signature smile. “The recipe is basically telling you to make small holes in the base of the pie crust so that it’s got airflow when you blind bake it. I do know how pastry works,” he added with a pointed look at Phantom, getting an eyeroll in return.

“Why’d you want to bake a pie, anyway?” Phantom asked, tilting his head as he looked at Mad. “Is there some obscure anniversary of yours I’ve failed to remember? Is this an experiment to find out Mare’s favourite dessert flavours?”

“Oh, he doesn’t need to experiment that,” Mare scoffed with a mischievous smirk. “He knows what I like for dessert better than anyone.” He grinned when Mad squeaked, cheeks dusting red.

“Okay, gross,” Phantom retorted, cutting off Mare’s protest about himself and Jackie. “Mad, why are you baking a pie? And do you want some help?” He put aside his own work, ready to leave the conversation if Mad needed his help.

“I think I’m good,” Mad replied, twisting the sleeves of his jumper around his hand. “Do I need a specific tool to make the holes in the pastry, or can I just use a fork?” He asked, looking past Phantom at Mare with curious eyes.

“I mean, there is a roller thingy with spikes to do it,” Mare stated, pulling his work back onto his lap. “I just use a fork, though. You don’t need to make any specific patterns, just make sure there are enough holes for airflow.”

“And a tip?” Phantom called as Mad left the room, holding a finger up as an idea struck him. “Add a little bit of cinnamon into the filling.”

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“I don’t get it,” Jackie stated, staring blankly at Phantom as he sat at the table that evening. “What did you think that could have made Mare so upset with you?”

“I’ll give you a clue,” Mare chuckled, giving Mad an adoring smile when the scientist came by with the pie. “Phan was filling out incident reports for his bar. I believe he was specifically filling out the form for the desk you both broke.”

Phantom shot Mare a look as Jackie flushed, opening his mouth to speak before Mad interrupted him by clearing his throat, face anxious as he set the pie on the table.

“They say baking is a science,” Mad began, flashing a nervous smile before picking up a knife. “I don’t know if I did this completely right, but I did make a pie that looks like a pie, so I think that’s something. Phan asked me earlier why I wanted to make a pie, and at the time I didn’t have an answer.”

Mare watched as Mad carefully cut the pie into four big slices, gently dishing them onto plates, and he reached across the table to touch his hand lightly when Mad’s face fell slightly at the pie deflating. He offered Mad a sympathetic smile, giving a slight nod to assure him that the sunken slice on the plate wasn’t his own fault, feeling his heart flutter when Mad gave him a grateful smile in return.

“I wanted to make a pie mostly to see if I could,” he began again, handing out the plates before sitting beside Mare. “I want to be able to make Mare things without asking Phan for help. So far, all I can make is cookies and coffee for Mare, but I want to eventually be able to just treat him with things.”

“Hey, you know you treat Mare no matter what you do!” Jackie exclaimed, taking a mouthful of pie and pulling a face, swallowing his bite before forcing a smile. “This pie is great, Mad.” There were tears in his eyes, and his death-grip on Phantom’s hand contradicted his compliment.

“I’m sure Mare doesn’t mind what type of treat you give him,” Phantom added with a smirk, motioning toward the heart eyes that Mare was giving Mad. “You are honestly the best guy for him, anyway.”

Mare gave Mad a whispered thanks before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, digging into the pie and pausing after taking a bite. Draping an arm around Mad’s shoulders, he held him close as he continued to eat, ignoring the surprised looks of his brother and Jackie as he rested his head on top of Mad’s.

“I know Phan said to add cinnamon,” he said to Mad, glance flicking up toward Phantom as he moved his food around with his fork, “But maybe you could use a little less cinnamon next time, and a little more sugar. And also, you know full well you’re my favourite treat,” he added in a whisper into Mad’s ear, smiling when he blushed bright red.

“I don’t want to know what you told him, because I’m sure it’s grossly cliched,” Phantom groaned, taking Jackie’s hand and getting up from the table, holding his slice of pie in his free hand. “We’re going home. You two continue being sickeningly sweet without me here, otherwise I’ll puke on your table.”

“The only thing sickeningly sweet about us is that you’re leaving us three slices of pie,” Mare retorted, laughing as Phantom sent himself and Jackie away before turning back to Mad. “Thank you for experimenting, dearest.” When Mad smiled at him, he leaned forward to kiss him, letting Mad taste the blackberry filling on his tongue as he held him close.

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@brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons @rattyboyisemo

[yippeesizedifgohard]

Plush (day 3 of gt July)

Carter loved his teddy bear, just as any other eight year old would love the plush they cuddled to sleep at night. But, after he had brought it to school, a rip had formed at one of the seams.

"Oliver, Bartholomew has a rip!" He whined to his big brother the morning following the incident.

"I told you it was a bad idea for you to bring it to school." Oliver tutted, pouring milk into the younger boys cereal bowl. Carter harrumphed with exaggeration. Oliver set down his breakfast, then sat across from.his little brother. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Can't you fix it?" Carter asked, fiddling with his spoon in his cereal. "You have all that thread and the pointy thingy." Oliver smiled warmly, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, I promise it'll be all fixed when you come back home." Oliver said, grabbing his little brother's backpack. "Do you want me to walk you to school, or do you want to go with Ray and her mom?" Carter pushed out from the table and scampered to get his backpack.

"I wanna walk with Ray!" He said, excited. "Please." He added, remembering the conversation they had about being polite. Oliver opened the door.

"Okay kid, you have a good day!" He called as Carter rushed to catch up with his friend.

"Bye!" Carter yelled back. "I love you!"

Once Oliver closed the door, he knocked on the wall.

"Miss Goosefoot? Would you mind helping me out?" That was the thing Carter didn't know about the needles and thread. They weren't exactly for human use. Oliver had no idea how to sew.

Soon enough, a small woman in a dark pink dress emerged from the walls, still putting her brown hair up in a bun. Her tail flicked and her long ears perked up as she approached, walking on the countertop of the kitchen.

"What would you like me to help with?" She asked nicely. Oliver offered her a hand to stand on.

"Carter's bear has a rip." He admitted. "I was hoping you had the time to fix it?" Miss Goosefoot nodded.

"I haven't got a groundling in the program at the moment, so you grab that radio and some thread and we'll make a day of it." She winked, stepping onto his hand and sitting down gracefully. Oliver smiled, carrying her to his bedroom and dropping her off next to his alarm clock, which doubled as a radio. Once Miss Goosefoot hit the button on the side, he went off to grab the bear and thread.

When he returned, he sat at his desk right in front of Miss Goosefoot. Once she was settled and found the right position to sew up the bear, which was about five times her height, he pulled out his laptop.

"You wouldn't happen to have any advice for a resume, would you?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Well, I can't exactly write your letter of recommendation, but I do know that you are most likely qualified for whatever you wish to do." She said, threading the needle with ease. "I'm just glad you finally quit that janitorial job. I did miss you, you know. Can't blame an old lady for not staying up until midnight." She joked.

"Yeah, at this point I just want a decent paying job without being on the nightshift. Carter didn't like that much either." He sighed, propping up his head on his hand. During that time, Oliver almost never saw his brother. It was breakfast, dinner, and then he had to leave. Carter hated it, especially because he couldn't fall asleep without someone else in the house.

"Ah, yes, I remember." Miss Goosefoot replied without looking up from her stitching job. She tied the last knot and finished it off cleanly. "I just about revealed myself when he woke up crying that one night." Oliver clicked something on his computer.

"I know, and again I'm sorry you felt like you had to-"

"Oliver. You know I'm perfectly fine with humans. You and Carter don't scare me." She looked at him.

"I-I know that." He paused, closing his computer with a sigh upon realizing he wasn't going to get much job hunting done. "I'm just worried about his reaction to meeting groundlings." He ruffled his hair. "He doesn't know how to be gentle yet, I can't let him hurt anybody and he certainly can't start seeking you out, what if you have a patient and they get spooked because he started calling out for you? I refuse to jeopardize your work." Miss Goosefoot was silent.

"I appreciate all that you do for me and my patients, but maybe it would be good for Carter to learn about all of this?" She asked, not saying exactly what she wanted to, which was: If not now, then when will you let him learn?

"Not today. Probably not tomorrow either. I promise I'll find a good time, and I'll teach him."

When Carter came home, Oliver was waiting for him with Bartholomew in his hands. Carter was happy the bear was fixed.

And Miss Goosefoot was happy that her humans were happy.

[gutzluvrrr]

hehehe back at it again

Alright so the origin for this story (I have no idea why I said origin) was that I really wanted to see someone write an izuru Kamakura x reader story where reader was like yumemi yumemite (best girl) from kakeguri only to come to the sad realization.. nobody wrote a story like that So im becoming my dream and writing it for myself (and all my other lovely izuru simps) (tell me why I wrote Simps and it auto corrected to Simpsonville..) Anyways I'mma shut up now with the boring origin and get on with the story 😚 (damnit I said origin again - modhiyoko after finishing the story)

Izuru Kamakura with a S/O that's like yumemi yumemite

p. s this is so long I almost fell asleep before finishing it

another p. s I'm so sorry for my masculine readers but the reader for today's story is female Sorry!

okay so for this we know that you are the shsl popstar (aka super high school level popstar)

(I added that because my idiotic self didn't know what shsl meant until a few months ago)

also rl quick I'mma define who yumemi yumemite is rl quick

(IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED KAKEGURI YET THERE ARE SPOILERS)

Yumemi yumemite is a popstar who only became a popstar because it was supposed to be a temporary hold until she became an actress but she realized that she went places she never thought she would have gone before by being a popstar (she actually said that in one episode) She realized that playing this character was really fun and worth much more then she thought she did hate her fans but even after getting exposed her fans still loved her but she has anger issues either way (like me 😘) so basically she's a batshit crazy popstar and you either love her or hate her because she's a Psycho but adorable (hope that explains it)

okay now I'm actually gonna start with the head cannons

(BTW this is all from my perspective and what I think would happen it's probably a little fannon instead of cannon

Starting off I'll say this everytime you were very interesting to him

on how you could hold up the sweet act for so long in front of a person who disgusts you

how you could fool everyone into thinking that you loved them when you absolutely loathed them

that caught his attention

what also caught his attention was your adorableness

but he could also perfectly see through all of that adorableness was anger and something not so sweet

(a lot of this next part is based off of the episode where yumemi goes up against her icon yukizome in a gamble)

he was for once surprised on how you would have the courage to break your own finger for an act

just to win a gamble

he was truly mesmerized by you

now this is relationship hcs

your anger issues where not a problem for him

he is very patient and is amazing at calming you down

(when she gets mad she litterly flips over tables in her dressing room)

so if you made a mess like this after helping you calm down like he would cuddle you and play with your hair of gently kiss you and bring you somewhere more quiet and alone (probably his dorm or something)

he would help you calm down more there

but he would refuse to leave you alone

he won't leave until your calm because he doesn't want you to go through something like that alone

and after your calmed down he would go back and help put every thing back in its place

if you tried to apologize for acting up

he would immediately shut it down and reassure you it's alright and not your fault for getting angered easily

also if your having trouble with stalker or creepy fans you got a bodyguard by your side

all in all this man loves you very much whether or not your a pretty little Psycho

I got one last little thingy for y'all hehe

am I going to tell you what it is NOPE it's a surprise one shot

(here's a hint if your a girl who loves flowers you'll love this oneshot)

One of yours shows was about to start and you where a nervous wreck why? because this is the first show your boyfriend izuru Kamakura was going to be at but even through all that nervousness you stepped on that stage ready to perform this wasn't a gamble show just one of your usual concerts but you were even more nervous about this rather then your gambles

but your going to give it your all

after the show

Hearing all of the people in the audience giving their applause you gave a bow and said your usual thanks for everyone coming walking into your dressing room you got a text from your boyfriend izuru Kamakura

izuru: I have something for you

you: oh?.. what is it?

just then you heard a knock on your dressing room door your assistant offered to get it but you did instead you open it to find izuru Kamakura standing outside your door holding something

you were very nervous on his thoughts on the show but you were still curious about what he had for you

hello ízuru you smiled at him walking out the dressing room closing the door behind you

he didn't reply but he did hand you something

a bouquet of [insert favorite flowers]

you blushed at it then looked up him

he then spoke softly "I got these because there not only as beautiful as you but now I realized their also beautiful like your singing"

you were about to say something before he continued

"don't doubt if when I say you truly are beautiful and might I say adorable when you smile after your performance how you are so full of energy on stage how you don't fail to thank everyone for being there... it's seems I have found myself falling more and more Inlove with you each time you show me a new side of you" he said then smiled a bit before placing a kiss on your lips

i-izuru you said tumbling your words not being able to even tell if you were still awake

you felt like you were going to collapse or melt from all the sweetness

he pulled you into a hug once he noticed your blushing form leaning forward

"don't faint dear" he chuckled

I can't it's to sweet you replied

"you think this is sweet I'm just merely showing the surface of sweetness because -" he cut off before leaning down to whisper in your ear before continuing

"I have a lot more sweetness saved for you later tonight"

EEEEEEEK I hope this was a good enough make up for the last story I half assed.

who wants a NSFW part two? just me? alright 🥲

stay spooky-modhiyoko

[cassieb1617]

I love your writing! For a possible request I was wondering if you could write something or do headcannons for George Weasley falling in love with a very shy reader and how he asks them out and the first time he brings them home to meet the family

Yeah sure I love that idea! <3

George Weasley falling in love with shy!gn!reader💌

Pure fluff

Warnings: mention of death and war, I think that’s it

A/N: I hope you like it <3 I got a bit carried away sometimes

Headcannons about George falling in love with a shy reader

You met him in first year

He and Fred searched for an compartment because they were thrown out of the one they were in before

He found your shy-self just purely adorable

The way your cheeks would turn a light pink whenever he spoke to you

He had a crush on you but didn’t really notice it

Not that you were different

The younger twin was just so sweet to you and he was funny

When the sorting started he hoped for you to be in Gryffindor just like him

He was happy for you when you were put in (y/h)

When you had classes together he always seeked out for you

Fred always teased him how you had him wrapped around you little finger

And it was true you just didn’t know it

You were often seen with your friends in the courtyard or in the library

It wasn’t until third year that your ways crossed again properly

He and Fred were running away from Filch when they bumped into you

You helped them escape and told them to go through one of the secret passageways to get to the Gryffindor common room and you told Filch that they were running in another direction

After that they came to you for ideas or George just to see and talk to you

He talked mostly and you just laughed or commented to his stories or whatever he was telling you

You always admired their ideas for pranks and how open they are

And you got insecure because George was so open and funny and you were just this shy person with a handful of friends

You thought he didn’t like you

But he did. A lot. Especially after you opened up and rant about the book you were reading or that professor Snape was an arse because of how much homework he was giving you

He also liked it very much that you say George and Fred and not the other way around

In fourth year George didn’t leave your side often because of the whole muggleborn petrifying thingy. He was just so scared.

Fred third-wheeled a lot but he didn’t mind

He was really happy that George finally had the courage to talk to you. And you were kind and funny. A sweetheart really.

Once George got sick and you baked him cookies. You told him that they always made you feel better

He knew in that moment that he fell in love with you. And he fell hard

Constant dropey smile whenever you were in ten feet reach

He loved the way your eyes were lightning up when he remembered something about you

Or how you would blush when he put his jacket around you when it was colder

Or your cute smile when he complimented you

You were just so adorable

In fifth year he asked you finally out

It was after Sirius Black, the notorious mass murderer was in the castle, that he knew he had to ask you out before it was to late

So he did. At first you thought it was an prank and just looked around for Fred but when you didn’t see him you finally agreed

He was on edge the whole time until you answered

A gentleman at the date

He took you to the three broomsticks

Bought you a butterbeer even when you insist you could buy it yourself

“George I have my own money for a reason. You don’t have to buy me anything.”

But he didn’t listen

He hold your hand the whole time

On the table

On the way to another shop or back to the castle

You both laughed a lot

On the holidays to sixth year he finally let you meet his mother

Molly loved you

Arthur asked you about muggle stuff

“(Y/n) dear, what exactly do you need a television for?”

His older brothers adored your shyness

Ginny surprisingly didn’t like you at first

She thought that George didn’t know you enough considering you were always really quiet

But she soon noticed that you were just extremely shy when she saw how you talked with George. Or Fred.

Oh and by the way Fred is super protective of you

Count him as you best friend/brother

George would pout the whole time if you ignored him while talking to Fred

Ron thought George joked at first when he told him that you would come

“I’m not that naïve.”

Ron heard about you from Hermione

She admired how smart you were, even telling the boys that you were one of the best in your year and helped her if she doesn’t understand something

So he didn’t believe what the ‘great (y/n), Hermione’s idole’ would want with his git of an brother and was shocked when you really turned up in the burrow and hugged George

Percy would think that you were pleasant to be around. You were kind to him

Harry, well Harry didn’t really have something to say. He liked you. You helped him a lot jn first year

Overall his whole family loved you

You helped them with the aging potion even though you weren’t fond of the tournament

“George it’s dangerous and if you get killed I will bring you back alive and kill you all over again.”

He wasn’t scared at first

But them you glared at him and he practically pissed his pants

He whined to you the whole day when the aging potion didn’t work and you laughed about his ridiculous beard

“Stop laughing it isn’t funny!” :((

You went to the yule ball in sixth year together

He asked you in private

He was stunned when you were meeting him at the entrance of the great hall

“You look absolutely beautiful, stunning, my love”

You blushed even harder at his compliment than when he complimented you every other time

And he thought he could melt at that sight

You were just this purely adorable thing in this beautiful dress/suit looking just gorgeous with the red cheeks

You danced until midnight

He stole a lot of kisses that night

Dancing next to Ginny because -

“I’m her older brother. I have to take care of you and her at the same time.”

“George she isn’t eight years old anymore”

“Doesn’t matter. No boys until she’s fourty.”

It was a really good night

Oh by the way did I mention? Your family was in the order as well so you stayed with him all summer to seventh year

At first he was shocked when he stepped in 12 Grimmauld Place only to find you and Sirius Black, someone who was known for killing a lot of people, on the couch talking like good friends

You explained it to him, of course

“He is an family friend, Georgie. I haven’t seen him since I was three.”

He was shocked. You didn’t mention that in fifth year

Oh by the way he loves it when you call him Georgie. It makes him all warm inside

In seventh year he didn’t let you getting detention because he didn’t want to see you hurt

Joining D.A. together

Both of your memories for the patronus was your first date

When the twins left the school you supported their business with all your heart

Many, many owls and letters

He picked you up on the train station when you graduated

He was always proud of you

You helped him and Fred in his shop a lot and they were really thankful for that

Continuing fighting with the order

He proposed to you right before Bill and Fleur’s wedding

You said yes, obviously

George was so happy

But then hell broke out and you both were fighting all of the sudden against death eaters

You went into hiding together with Fred and Angelina

When the battle of Hogwarts started you had one last kiss and ‘I love you, forever’

Fred didn’t die. Fight me on that.

You comforted George in St. Mungos when visting Fred because he got deeply injured but survived

Both of them were forever thankful for you blasting him out of the way from the wall

After the war you got married and had three children

One set of twin boys and one little girl

All in all George would be the absolute perfect boyfriend/husband

He wouldn’t get over your shyness that still exists even though you fought in a war. Precious.

“(Y/n/n) you fought in a war and saved lifes. Don’t worry about asking the worker if the book is still there.”

I want an George Weasley :(

[trivialbob]

Today I didn’t work. After doing some household stuff and laundry I decided to check out a mall.

This is the first indoor mall in the United States. I grew up not far from it. Kids in my neighborhood would ride our bicycles or take the #6 bus to go hang out there.

My favorite store was Schaak Electronics. The Minnesota chain sold stereo components. I’d walk around the store, carefully designing my kick-ass system. Receiver, the backbone of the system. It would have many watts. More watts, cooler receiver. A tape deck (dual decks, so I could copy tapes). The phonograph. It would have to have the little red strobe like thingy that flashed on the checkered side of the table. That allowed you to fine tune the speed. Maybe some albums rocked harder at 34 RPM instead of the usual 33? An equalizer was necessary too. I had no idea what the many sliding switches actually did. But by God, no stereo system would be complete without an equalizer. Spend more money and the equalizer would have rows of lights that flashed with the music, indicating... well they indicated something, but who cared what it was. More lights meant you could rock out harder. Then the speakers. The best ones were the size and weight of a coffin (including a corpse). A fabric screen covered the woofer, mid-range and tweeter. You could remove it to watch that woofer, preferably the diameter of a car tire, vibrate. Someone said fiddling with the equalizer could make the woofer vibrate more vigorously. The employees at the store didn’t let us experiment with that.

Sony, JVC, Onkyo, Pioneer, Klipsch, Bose, Yamaha... those names would grace my bedroom shelf someday and later my dorm room, right? Nah, I saved my money. I did get a mid-size boom box. It could play one side of a cassette tape before the two-dozen or so C-batteries died (and they were not rechargeable either). Not willing to buy that many batteries, mine remained plugged into a wall outlet, preventing me from rollerskating with it on my shoulder.

The mall also had a Woolworth’s store were we’d buy candy. Spencer Gifts, for lava lamp, black light, incense, and wild posters needs. County Seat sold Levis. An arcade occupied the mall’s basement. Local moms told their children never to go down there. Rumor (I’m not kidding) had it that some kids were kidnapped from the mall’s lover level in the 60s. No one could actually name an actual missing child, but I mostly refrained from taking the escalator to the lower level. In hindsight, maybe the moms just didn’t want us pouring quarters into pinball machines all day.

Today the mall was sad. The Muzak seemed really loud, because there were so few people inside talking, eating, and shopping. A mall Santa aimlessly paced a walkway, no children in sight. Some stores don’t open until noon or later. A few aren’t even open seven days a week. I walked the hallways, trying to remember stores of old. My other favorite store was Radio Shack. I bought a police scanner there, as well as assorted electronic items when I felt like playing electrical engineer. Radio Shack was a cool store. It’s long gone :(  The only place that had more than two customers was the Apple store. I left the mall after twenty minutes. If the stereo store was still there I would have taken the time to figuratively put together a new kick-ass stereo system.

[adampage]

Sweethearts | Hangman Adam Page

Chapter 1: Call Me When You Want

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC (Raquel “Kelly” Montero)

Word Count: 2,459

Warnings: Mox & Nora make an appearance so if children in fics kinda throws you off, then this isn’t for you. Also there’s cursing.

Author’s Note: Hello, everyone! It’s been a minute since I actually finished something. I hope that y’all enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated! Send me an ask if you want to know more about them, I’m not gonna lie when I say it’ll help spark ideas for me to continue this further :]

She could see him from across the banquet hall screwing around with the dark order. Brandon was with them, camera pointed at the group while they tried their best to get through their BTE segment without laughing. They were playing a card game of some kind, sitting around a folding table. He was sitting chest to chair back, one arm across the curve of it, staring thoughtfully at the cards in his other hand. His tongue poked out and ran along his lips. She could hear someone - Uno probably, though she couldn’t be sure because her eyes were preoccupied - say something that made the entire group giggle, which immediately brought the most beautiful smile to his face. He was absolutely beaming. And to make matters worse, he cocked his head to the side, leaning it sleepily on his arm.

Wow, she thought, looking back down at her book. She had held it up to her face while she gazed at him. He is so fucking pretty. Too bad he’s literally never noticed me ever.

And then she felt it.

The feeling in the back of her spine, at the base of her neck. The little tug at her mind that begged her to pay attention.

Shh! It said. Somebody's watching you.

She looked up, horrified but curious.

Bright eyes met her dark ones. The color was unfathomable from the distance, but she had heard him say it once in an interview. They were green. If she had to describe them, though, they were ocean eyes. Sometimes bright blue, sometimes green, sometimes grey or almost brown, depending on the colors that surrounded him. The colors that he reflected. Just like the ocean.

Her eyes widened. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He was looking at her.

What the fuck.

He didn’t seem to notice her mental breakdown. He ran his tongue across his lips again, and she could feel something deep in the pit of her stomach. John was next to him, flexing his bulging biceps at Brandon’s camera. All the men of the dark order were entranced, ogling him. Meanwhile, this one, the handsome one with the green eyes, was staring at her.

Her heart was racing. She wondered if anyone could hear it.

She pulled her book back up to her face, breaking eye contact. “That’s enough risk-taking for one day,” she mumbled to herself.

“Raquel ‘Kelly’ Montero, you are a professional wrestler.” A voice from behind took her by surprise. She whirled around and dropped her book with an echoing thud, catching the attention of everyone in the open banquet hall. She reached for her book, embarrassed by her lack of poise, and tried not to think about how he was probably looking at her again right now. She looked up, finding the familiar face of Jon Moxley, looking particularly amusing with one of those baby carrier thingies strapped across his chest, a chubby little Nora in tow. “Now what could possibly be more tied to taking risks than that?”

Kelly’s mouth formed a thin line. Was she gonna tell him? No. She couldn’t. This wasn’t something you just tell a guy. Certainly not her best friend’s guy. She could just hear Renee in her head: I cannot believe you told Jon before you told me!!

“I—“

“It’s Hangman, isn’t it.” He said it so dryly it didn’t even feel like a question. As if the question was just a courtesy. Nora babbled at the sound of his voice.

“How did you—“

“—Renee.”

“But I haven’t even told Renee yet!”

“I don’t know what to tell you. But she knows.”

Kelly sighed in exasperation. Unbelievable. She pulled on the duffel bag beneath her chair, figuring it was probably best to put her book away for now, and zipped it back up.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?”

She shook her head so quickly she was surprised it didn’t twist off. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Fine. Look, I’m not one to talk because I usually don’t fuckin’ talk or give a shit, but I’m trying to reason this out from your level.” He motioned for her to scoot a bit so he could sit on the edge of her chair, and she obliged him, giving Nora her index finger while he continued. “He’s a locker room leader. Came with the title. You gotta say hello. It’s common practice and everyone will think you’re a piece of shit if you don’t.”

Raquel squirmed. He had a point. It’d been a few weeks and she still hadn’t had the guts to shake his hand. That probably looked bad to somebody, and she couldn’t handle that kind of judgement. She groaned, making Nora’s eyes go wide. “Sorry, sweetie.” And then to Jon: “Fine, but I’m gonna be mad about it.”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds to calm herself and steel her nerves, but she realised the longer she took the more she tried to talk herself out of it. “Fuck. Okay. Fuck it.” She launched herself off the chair.

“Atta girl.”

Before she could even think, she was halfway across the banquet hall and she could almost see the grassy green of his eyes. Hahaha, oh shit.

“Hey, Kelly,” Brandon looked out from beneath his camera and waved. “We were just finishing up a BTE segment for next week.”

“Oh, hey, Brandon!” she mentally smacked herself for sounding as if she just noticed him when she had in fact been gunning in his and the dark order’s direction. She suddenly felt exposed and awkward. “I actually came to introduce myself? I realised I haven’t even met everyone and I’ve already been with y’all a few weeks.”

Brandon smiled and nodded. “Yeah, sure, lemme help you with that. Everyone, this is Kelly Montero, she’s one of TK’s newest acquisitions.” The members of the dark order took turns saying hello and shaking her hand, while Brandon told her their names. “And this,” he said, gesturing towards Hangman, “is our AEW world champion, Hangman Page.”

It was the first moment she allowed herself to look him in the eyes again. He stood up from his chair, beautiful green eyes meeting hers as he reached for her hand. “That introduction was embarrassing, I’m so sorry,” he said, and tripped over his chair. He sighed, pulling himself together. “That, too.”

She laughed, attempting a second time to shake his hand. Kelly noted his hand was a bit rough, but not in a way that was unpleasant. “Hi, Hangman. Nice to meet you.” She shyly pulled a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Oh, don’t-it’s Adam. Just Adam.”

“Okay. Adam.”

He seemed pleased. It was only then that Kelly realised they were still holding hands, and pulled away, blushing. A small smile played on his lips. She wondered if it meant something.

“Uh, Brandon called you Kelly, is that really your name?”

At this point, everyone in the dark order had stopped paying attention to her, talking amongst themselves while Brandon sat down across from them to survey his footage.

“It’s…Raquel, actually. But everyone calls me Kelly.”

Adam’s eyebrows furrowed as he gestured toward the chair John had vacated beside him, and her heart leapt. She sat down next to him as he spoke. “Do you prefer Kelly?”

She squirmed in her seat, rubbing the palm of her hand with the opposite thumb. She couldn’t bear to look at his eyes anymore. It was like being completely and totally exposed. It was horrifying. And yet, somehow, it was the most she’d felt in her soul in years. “Actually, I hate being called Kelly. I just let them because people say Raquel is hard to say?” She shrugged. “I dunno, it’s just always been like that.” An awkward laugh erupted out of her. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this? You don’t even know me.”

Adam smiled, leaning back in his chair. He looked positively mesmerizing, splayed out on his chair like a lazy house cat. He did that little thing she’d noticed before, where his head cocked to the side and rested on his arm. “Maybe not. But…” he paused, catching her eyes, “...I’d like to, if that’s okay.”

She blinked. Twice, three times. Finally, “Uh. Yeah. Yeah, definitely.”

From his back pocket, he pulled out his phone. He started typing. “Ra….quel. Mon. Tero. Parenthesis, Not…Kelly. Close Parenthesis.” He handed it over to her. “Here.”

She took the phone shyly into her hands, forcing herself not to notice that their fingers had brushed and a fire had lit beneath her skin. Staring at the little screen, she smiled, a small moment of curiosity flashing across her face. Wetting her lips, “You spelled my name right.”

“I did?” He sighed, his mouth animatedly turning into a circle and letting out air, “that’s great because I feel like I embarrassed myself enough today.” They both laughed.

“You? Embarrassing? Nuh uh, no way. Champions don’t get embarrassed!” Raquel flirted, mentally kicking herself for allowing herself to be one of those girls. But wait. Literally why shouldn’t I be? Who cares?

While Raquel battled herself on whether it was okay to flirt, Adam answered her bashfully, scratching at the base of his neck. “Well, you’d be surprised.” He pulled himself out of his resting position, making to stand. “Guess there’s a lot about me you still need to find out.” His eyes brightened. Man, was he perfect. His golden curls framed his face in a way that could make a pageant girl jealous.

She stood up too, flattening out her skirt with her hands, cheeks flushing red. God. God! Then, “Oh! Wait.” She pulled out her phone, opened a new contact page, and handed it to him.

“Don’t trust me?” He joked. “Not like you don’t know where to find me.” His eyes gestured around them, then he smiled at her radiantly. Everything about him made her heart flutter.

“Whaaaaaat? No!” She smirked. “No, actually, I - I don’t answer strange numbers.” Her arms folded across her body.

“Oh,” he squinted at her, biting his lip. Amused. Flawless. “Reckon that makes sense.” He finished typing his contact in, handed it back.

She stared at her phone. Raised an eyebrow. “Man with No Name?”

He shrugged. “Well, y’know.”

“You really stick to that cowboy gimmick, don’t you?”

He focused on the ground, one of his caiman leather boots scuffing the floor. Tugged lightly on his belt loops. “Like gum on a boot.”

“Oh, my god.” She hid her face behind her hand.

He smiled. Looked back up at her. Moved a little closer. “What?”

The air had been sucked out of the room. Raquel tugged at her loose cardigan, suddenly very aware of the short distance between her mouth and his, a finger’s width away. She wondered if he could hear the loud thumping in her chest. Her eyes fluttered. She wouldn’t allow herself to look down at those lips he so often ran his tongue along, choosing instead to meet his eyes through her fingers.

She could scarcely speak, her voice but a whisper. “Nothing, I just —“

The moment was shattered by the wail of a baby. Turning away from Adam, Raquel’s eyes found Mox and Nora across the banquet hall. He looked to be arguing with her while she sobbed, red little cheeks painted with tears.

She turned back. “I better go help him. Renee’s busy with an interview.”

Adam’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes giving a hint of disappointment. As if maybe he enjoyed her company. Raquel didn’t want to relish that thought too much, for fear she was wrong.

By the time she reached them, Nora was full-on shrieking. If she wasn’t happy, nobody could be happy. “Mox, what did you DO to her?!”

A bag crinkled in his hands, and Raquel could see the brightly colored shape of gummy worms in the packaging. Mox pulled one out, bringing his hand back up towards his mouth, when Nora tried to reach. “I didn’t do nuthin’ but what I was told. Renee said no sugar for the baby.”

Raquel rolled her eyes, incredulous. “So you thought it was a good idea to dangle it in front of her?!” She reached for Nora as Mox sat down to help pull her out of the baby bjorn.

“Kid’s gotta learn you don’t always get whatchu want,” he mumbled as he bit the tail end (or was it the head?) of a gummy worm, “it’s an important life lesson.”

Nora settled the opposite of gently onto Raquel’s hip, still upset but immediately lowering her volume as she noticed the change of hands. Raquel beamed at Mox, who just rolled his eyes. “I guess she knows who her favorites are, don’t you, sweet pea?” she said, falling into a fit of baby talk.

“Hey, eh. None of that sh-well. None of that,” he said, waving another gummy worm in Raquel’s face, who ceased the baby talk. “Kid needs to learn to speak English.”

“Oh, boo to that,” Raquel said, shaking her pinkie in Nora’s little fist as they bobbed gently. The baby’s weight felt comfortable on her hip, like it was always meant to be there. “Also, you realise you already said the f-word and the s-word in front of her today, already, right?”

“Well, fuck it, then. So how’d it go?” Mox nodded, biting off the head (or tail?) of another worm, looking very bluntly in Adam’s direction with no sense of discretion whatsoever.

“Um. Okay?”

Mox scoffed. “Okay? Dude was smilin’ the entire time and phones were in hands. You’re tellin’ me that went just okay?”

Raquel sighed, rolling her eyes, but eventually giving way to a happy grin. Her voice went up a couple pitches but she tried to maintain control of her excitement by whispering. “I have his phone number! He has mine!”

“Oh my god, it’s a miracle,” he replied sarcastically.

Raquel frowned. Then, realised she’d forgotten something. “Thank you.”

“On account of?” He grinned at his baby, who began to squirm in Raquel’s grasp. Nora wanted her daddy back.

“Encouraging me.” Raquel sat down next to Mox, handing the baby over. “Here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “you’re welcome. But ol’ Mox can’t always be here to take care of you, ya know.”

Raquel smiled, nodding. “I know, I know.”

Mox held Nora up for a second, looked into her eyes and listened to her quiet babble. “Sometimes It’s gonna be Eddie.”

Which made Raquel burst into a fit of laughter.

Across the room, the cowboy’s ear perked up at the sound. He couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to hear that sound, again and again, and again, for the rest of his life.

[marvelous-harry]

heyy ur doing blurb night and maybe my thingy got flooded or sun but i really want a blurb on h/flo/y/n joining flo in a live stream maybe cooking with flo?

+ Another Flossie x Harry x reader... r wants to help cooking and cuts herself with a knife? Little angst/fluff because r can't handle blood...

Cooking With Flo Harry/Florence/Reader Words: 2.5K Warnings: Mentions of blood, passing out. Summary: You join Florence for a 'Cooking with Flo' livestream... It ends in tears, blood, and lots of cuddles.

"I'm so excited! I haven't joined you on a Cooking with Flo in forever!" I grinned as I jumped up and took a seat on the counter.

Florence unpacked the groceries, putting away all the things we didn't need. "Should be fun. Been a while since I've done a live too," she smiled as she doubled checked she had everything. "Could you go remind Harry we will be going live in a bit so if he could keep the volume down that would be great,"

"Sure," I replied and jumped down off the counter. Walking up the stairs, I knocked on his office door and waited for his reply.

"Yeah?" he called out.

Opening the door, I skipped over to him. "We just wanted to remind you that we will be going live on Instagram in a few minutes so please don't shout anything inappropriate but if you wanted to take off your shirt and walk around in the background it would greatly improve our numbers of viewers," I grinned.

Harry chuckled and pulled me onto his lap, tickling my sides. "You're very cheeky you know that?" he said as he looked at me.

"I don't even know what that means," I replied innocently, grasping his hands tightly to stop him from tickling me more.

"Sure you don't. Alright, I'll be quiet but I will keep my shirt on, thank you very much," Harry smiled as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

I sighed. "Shame," I told him before getting up. "You're free to join us if you want," I added, giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled back. "You can leave the door open,"

Going back downstairs, I rolled up the sleeves on my hoodie and clapped my hands together as I stepped into the kitchen. "Let's cook some shit!"

Florence finished tying on her apron. "Please try and don't swear too much during this," she said as she gestured me over, grabbing another apron off the counter.

"I promise," I chuckled as I walked over and let her put the apron on me before spinning around so she could tie it up in the back.

"Okay, go wash your hands and we'll get started," Florence once again checked she had put everything out as I went to wash my hands.

Drying them on a kitchen towel, I let her know I was ready.

Florence started up the live stream and waved at her phone that was propped up against a bag of flour. "Hello everyone, hi!" she said excitedly as she watched everyone joining.

"So we thought we would do a little cooking with Flo today!" she smiled as she read all the comments. "I of course have my lovely assistant with me,"

I grinned as I leaned into the frame, standing close to her as I waved at the phone. "Hi!"

"Okay, we will be making a dish called creamy pasta primavera. We've had it many times and it's always a hit," Florence explained as she put her hand around my waist.

I nodded. "It's super good. It's healthy but it doesn't taste healthy, you know?" I told them.

"What do you mean doesn't taste healthy? What does healthy taste like?" Florence laughed as she looked at me.

"You know! Healthy taste like kale or a green smoothie or something. Disgusting," I replied with a grimace on my face.

"Oh shush!" she said and bumped me with her hip. "Should we start the actual cooking?" she asked, looking between me and the phone.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” I replied and put my hands on my hips as I took a step back.

“Since we love this dish so much I will be doubling the recipe so the first thing we’re going to do is get a big pot, fill it up with water, and put it on so it will start boiling,” Florence explained as she pointed to the pot she had already picked out.

Grabbing the pot, I walked over to the sink and started filling it with water.

“For the vegetables, we will be using up some we had lying around from previous meals this week so we have some different coloured bell peppers, a bit of broccoli, half a can of sweet corn, some zucchini, and a few carrots. I’ll probably throw some onion and some garlic in as well cause it’s just so tasty,” Florence said as she picked up the phone and filmed over the vegetables.

“The heavy cream and the parmesan cheese is still in the fridge for now,” she explained as she put the camera back against the flour bag.

“Is this enough water?” I asked as the pot was filled about ¾ of the way.

Florence came over and looked. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you, darling,” she smiled.

Grinning back, I picked the heavy pot up and put it on the stove, turning the plate on to the highest setting before grabbing the salt grinder and putting some into the water.

“Wonderful, while that starts heating up we have some chopping to do! I’m just going to get the frying pan out and start heating up some olive oil in it real quick,” Florence said as she turned around.

Walking over to the phone, I smiled as I read some of the comments coming in. “Oh! Deb! Hi Deb!” I waved excitedly at the phone. “Flossie! Your mum is watching!” I told her, glancing back at her before looking back at the phone. “I can’t wait for our lunch! I’m so excited,” I said and waited to see if she would write anything more. “Call me or text me later so we can chat,” I told her as the comments started going by really quickly.

Florence came back over and looked at the comments as well. “Hi mum!” she said and did a little wave. “You can also text or call me but I know she’s your favorite. Can’t blame you, look at her cute face!” she gushed as she pinched my cheek.

“Flossie!” I whined and pulled away.

She just chuckled and turned her attention back to the phone. “Right! Chopping!” Florence said and clapped her hands together. “I’ve got you your own chopping board and knife right next to me,”

Standing in front of it, I grabbed the onion and put it on her board. “I don’t want to chop that. I’ll chop zucchinis,” I said and pulled them into the middle of my chopping board.

“That’s fine,” Florence smiled. “We’re just going to be cutting them into smallish pieces. Not too small cause we want that crunch and flavour to remain quite a bit as we cook it and mix it in with the pasta. Obviously, you can cut them into the size you prefer,”

Cutting the zucchinis into halves, I poked my tongue out as I started cutting them into long lines.

“As with most of my recipes, it’s a dish I learned from my dad. He would usually have some sort of beef meat or sausage with it but I really do like this with just the veggies in it,” Florence told as she made quick work of chopping up the onion and putting it into the frying pan to start sweating them.

As I started cutting the zucchinis into small bites, I glanced up at the phone before taking a sharp breath as I felt a flash of pain. Dropping the knife, I grasped my hurt hand tightly. “Flossie,” I whimpered and stared at the blood that was showing.

Florence whipped her head around and looked at me. “Did you cut yourself?” she asked as she rushed over and looked at my hands.

“Yes,” I whimpered and felt slightly light-headed.

“Okay, look up, take deep breaths. I’m going to put a kitchen towel around your hand,” Florence said calmly as she kept an eye on me while grabbing a clean kitchen towel off the counter and putting it around my hand.

I looked towards the hallway as I heard Harry running down the stairs. “I cut myself,” I said quietly as I looked at him scared.

“Yeah, I saw that. You okay?” he asked as he came over. “Come on, let’s go sit down in the living room,” he looked at the camera and did a quick little smile before keeping me steady as we walked into the living room.

“Is it bad?” I asked squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled. “I’m sorry for ruining the live stream, Flossie,” I whimpered and felt a tear running down my cheek.

“Oh, darling. You didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry about that,” Florence said as she wiped away the tear and stroked my cheek gently. “I’m going to go turn it off and then I’ll come right back okay?”

“You don’t have to stop for me,” I cried, feeling super guilty.

“I want to, darling,” she smiled and pressed a kiss to my cheek before walking quickly back into the kitchen.

Letting out a sob, I leaned against Harry as he pulled me into his lap.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m going to lift away the kitchen towel and have a look,” Harry murmured as he rocked me back and forth just slightly. “Look away or close your eyes, yeah?”

I nodded and kept my eyes firmly shut as I turned my head against his chest.

“Good girl, that’s it,” Harry praised me as he started lifting away the kitchen towel, putting it under my hand. “Can you take your other hand away, please? I need to have a look at the cut, baby,” he said as he stroked my hand.

I shook my head as I gripped my hurt thumb tighter. “No!” I whimpered and let out another sob. “I’m scared,” I cried, leaning on him.

“I know, it’s okay. We’re going to fix you up, baby,” Harry comforted me. “Could you get the first aid kit?” he asked as Florence came back.

“Can you look up at me?” he asked as he cupped my cheek and tilted my head a bit.

Whimpering, I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He gave me a little smile as he stroked my cheek. “Florence is getting the first aid kit. Then we’re going to have a look, we’re going to clean it and bandage it up. Three nice little steps. We’ll be so gentle and go as quick as we can,” he explained.

I couldn’t help but let out another sob. “Is there a lot of blood?” I asked as I heaved for my breath.

“No, there’s not a lot of blood. Just a little. The normal amount,” he said as Florence pulled the coffee table close to the couch and took a seat on it.

“How about you and me stay just like this and Florence has a look at your hand, baby? Is it your thumb that’s hurt?” he asked as he glanced over at Florence.

“I think so,” I replied with a sniffle.

“I need you to let it go now,” Harry nodded as he kept stroking my cheek and keeping eye contact with me. “If you want to hold something you can hold on to my shirt or the kitchen towel,” he added.

Slowly letting go of my thumb, I whimpered as I could feel the blood pumping in it, pain spreading. “No, it’s not good!” I cried and went to grab it again.

Harry shifted me around slightly so he could hold me close and grab my good hand, keeping it away from my thumb. “Keep looking at me, I promise everything is fine,” he said as I whined.

Florence grabbed my wrist firmly to keep it still. “Darling, I’m going to gently hold the tip of your thumb and turn your hand a bit,” she told me.

“Is there a lot of blood? Is it deep?” I asked as I tried to take a deep breath. “I bet there’s a lot of blood,” I mumbled as I started feeling faint again. Whimpering, as I blinked quickly as black dots appeared, I gripped Harry’s hand tightly.

“Baby? Take deep breaths, yeah?” Harry said and shook me slightly.

“She’s out,” Harry said and held you close.

Florence glanced up at your face and quickly grabbed the wound cleanser from the box and opened it. “Right, I’ll try and clean this up real quick then,” she said as she poured some over the cut, using the kitchen towel to get the blood off around the fingers and sanitizing the wound.

She had almost cleaned away all the blood and had checked the cut and decided that bandaging it would be enough, no need for strips or stitches when you started coming to.

Groaning, I took a deep breath as I opened my eyes and looked at Harry.

“Hi, baby,” he smiled as he let go of my hand so he could stroke a hand over my hair before stroking his thumb back and forth over my cheek again. “How you feeling?” he asked.

“Did I pass out?” I asked, trying to not think about what Florence was doing.

Harry nodded. “Just for a bit. Maybe for a minute or so,” he smiled.

“Your thumb looks good, darling. Just going to clean it a bit more than we can put a little bandage on,” Florence said as she kept cleaning the blood off.

“No hospital?” I asked as I sucked in my bottom lip and bit down on it.

“No hospital,” Florence replied as she gave my hand a squeeze before getting the bandage. She quickly put some gauze over the cut before wrapping a little bandage around it and securing it with some tape. “There you go! All done. Just going to clean up your other hand now,” she smiled as she picked up the kitchen towel that was quite damp with the wound cleanser and just cleaned away most of the blood with that.

“Let’s get this apron off, you’ll be more comfortable without it on,” Harry said as Florence put the bloody kitchen towel behind her.

“Okay,” I replied and slowly sat up a bit as Harry reached behind me and undid the knot and with the help of Florence took it off. Florence quickly looked at my hoodie to see if there was any blood on it but couldn’t see anything.

“How about we order some pizza for dinner? Does that sound nice? We can have the pasta tomorrow,” Florence said as she packed up the first aid kit.

I nodded. “Sorry I ruined dinner,” I whispered as I moved around a bit so I could cuddle Harry more.

“You have nothing to apologize for, darling,” Florence smiled as she gave me a little kiss. “Now you cuddle Harry as much as you can cause once I’ve put this away and ordered the pizza it’s my turn,” she said as she grinned.

“Okay,” I replied and wrapped my hands around him tightly as I listened to Harry and Florence jokingly fighting over who should get to cuddle me. Smiling, I closed my eyes and enjoyed Harry’s cuddles for now, full well knowing Florence would win their little ‘fight’.