#one of our teacher gave her his scarf

[delisae]

Today I got called love by a Starbucks employee and I'm blushing so hard

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Don't Mess With The Doctor's Wife 💘 | Carlisle Cullen Snippet

Twilight Masterlist Part 1

Characters & Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x female!vampire!reader (romantic), Bella Swan x Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen x reader (platonic)

Content warnings: fluff, light angst, suggestive themes right at the end | female reader (she/her) | wc: 1.4k

Premise: Just some good ole fluff of a married vampire couple of a few dumbass teen immortals.

Note: So many people loved 'The Doctor's Wife' and asked if I could continue it! not sure if I'll make it long imagines but I definitely plan on making small snippets like this that is good ole fluff of the golden couple of the Cullens dealing with their chaotic teenage immortal children. Enjoy and thank you so much for the positive reception on my work!

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“Honey….,” Carlisle leaned against the door of their bedroom, treading carefully on water he knew better than to cross. But their whole family dynamic was at stake and as the patriarch--and coven leader--he needed to fix it. 

Without any bloodshed.

Her glare, however, spoke against his hopes for peace. “Don’t honey me, Carlisle Cullen.” Clothes flung everywhere, the room in utter disarray contrary to its usually unkempt nature. “He is being ridiculous and you know it.” Tossing a pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps into the suitcase she gave him another look, “And yes, I know he can hear me.” Carlisle had opened his mouth, but closed it, his wife not having to the mind reader in the family to know what he was about to say. 

“You have every right to be upset. I’m not happy about the situation either, but we have to do what’s best for our family.”

Carlisle came over to where she was, beginning to pack his clothes into his own suitcase. Brushing away the stray hairs that fell from her hair scarf, Y/n’s eyes turned serious, “What happened was unfortunate--and it is a shame Bella got hurt. He’s been beating himself over it the entire weekend and I understand that, Carlisle. But what I don’t appreciate is him uprooting us and using you as the excuse.”

Following Bella’s birthday party gone wrong, Edward didn’t waste a second in making the executive decision to the family that they had to leave Forks. Saying they were a danger to Bella and to ensure her safety and no more harm comes to her as a result of his doing, they needed to remove themselves from the picture. And Edward’s genius move was to tell Bella it was because the staff at the hospital were starting to notice Carlisle’s lack of aging. 

“His concern is valid. We’ve been here four years now. It was bound to happen.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve heard people talk at the hospital?” She challenged.

“I don’t need to hear them say it aloud, Y/n,” he tells her with a knowing look. “Their stares are enough confirmation. I had one nurse ask me last week if I had a skincare routine.” His attempt at a joke doesn't work. She doesn’t so much as crack a smile, but he tries again. “Soon they’ll be asking what botox doctor I go to.”

Y/n knew Carlisle had a point. It always happened wherever they moved. They settled down, spent maybe five or six years until all the kids graduated from high school for the hundredth time, then did it all over again. If it wasn’t nosy hospital workers, it was teachers. If it wasn’t the bakery owner she frequented asking how she managed to look 27 after seven years, then it was the engineer she was collaborating with on a project. 

“It’s not fair,” she goes on, carefully folding her dress shirts, skirts, and pants. Not looking forward to having to pack up her art studio. All the supplies, artwork, and projects she was working on. “And I feel so awful for her,” her frown made his own appear, “You see the way she looks at him. It’s utter devotion, as though he was a sentient being sent from the heavens. And Edward,” her voice drops to a whisper, “he worships the ground she walks on. And this decision not only punishes her, it punishes him.”

The pair fall into a silence when the front door opens and slams shut. Edward’s lingering scent disapparating, causing Y/n to groan and place her head in her hands. The anger and not caring if her adoptive son heard her rant suddenly vanished. Replaced with shame. 

Carlisle sighs, setting down the pile of towels he folded to walk over to her. Gently grabbing her shoulders, he brings Y/n into a comforting embrace, letting his hands fall to her waist, allowing her to sink into his arms with a content hum. 

“Listen to me,” she closes her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze where she’ll find judgement. “I sound ridiculous--and I’m being unfair to him and his feelings on the matter.”

“You care for him dearly,” Carlisle strokes her hair, “he understands that. And I think deep down he knows you’re right, but won’t admit to it because he believes he’s doing the right thing for Bella.” Carlisle leans back to look into her eyes, “Remember, he was turned at a young age--and has never experienced this type of love before. He’s learning all this for the first time.”

“I know,” she mumbles, deflated but understanding. They stayed in their embrace for a few minutes before separating to continue packing up. Edward returned later that night with brighter eyes, indicating he had fed to which resolved some of the tension between the two when they finally sat down to have the conversion they’d been dreading. Him apologizing for uprooting the family suddenly, and for the harm he was to cause Bella. And Y/n apologizing for the words she spoke before he left. They hugged it out, neither able to stay mad at the other, and Edward helped her pack the art room throughout the remainder of the night. 

The time away from Forks was odd but somewhat comforting. Carlisle and Y/n decided to spend their time on the island they owned just off the coast of Brazil. Rosalie and Emmett traveled to New York, Alice and Jasper in Mississippi and Edward in Rio de Janeiro. They spoke on the phone frequently, sent letters and postcards, or emailed. Edward would spend a night or two on the island to hunt, Y/n painted canvas after canvas, and Carlisle worked on a medical textbook he was in the process of writing.

“You hear that?” She asked one night when they were cuddling on the couch. A random movie playing on the TV.

“What?”

“It’s quiet,” she whispered, a grin spreading on her lips. “No kids. No animals. No workers. Absolute silence.” Carlisle mirrored her smile. 

“You’re right. We haven’t had complete silence in ages.”

“More like eighty years--give or take,” she snorted. 

When the shit hit the fan in Italy, Y/n nearly killed Edward herself. Not just for the danger he put himself in but for the whole family. Alice and Rosalie also met her wrath--Rosalie for not explaining clearly to Edward the vision, and Alice for dragging Bella to Italy. 

Yeah, none of them wanted the smoke. 

The sight of the three siblings sitting on the couch with their heads down and twiddling their thumbs while Y/n paced in front of them while shouting a motherly tangent had Emmett straining to hold back his laughter. Carlisle didn’t dare intervene. 

Back in Forks the family settled back into their routines. Carlisle in the hospital and Y/n working on projects. The kids in school and planning for the summer. 

Then shit hit the fan again.

This time in the form of a newborn vampire army created by the red-headed lover of the tracker they disposed of the year prior. Victoria. And she was out for revenge against Edward and Bella. 

Y/n was not the fighting type, but that didn’t mean she did not know how to throw down. She could get her hands dirty if she desired. Emmett and Jasper taught her the ropes, Edward taught her how to anticipate opponents moves. 

“C’mon old man!” she dodged Carlisle’s attack, giggling as she pivoted to kick lightly at his chest. “Don’t be getting sleepy on me now. That’s not like you.” Carlisle smirked, catching her off guard by grabbing her waist and flipping her onto the ground.

“I’d watch who you call old, sweetheart,” he mocked right as Jasper yelled, “Never turn your back on your enemy!” 

Let’s just say…they did more than spar that night once the sun went down. 

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 8

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This year everyone had outdone themselves with the Christmas market, making it look like something from those cheesy movies, and Julia was loving it. 

She had already bought an ugly jumper to wear on Christmas day, a few ornaments for our tree, and now we were looking for one especially for me.

"You are living with us now, which means that you deserve to have your own ornament to put on the tree" Lucy said. "It must be something that represents you."

"What was yours?" Rúben asked her. He was looking so cosy and handsome with his nice coat, his hat and his scarf... It was impossible not to stare.

"A shark."

"A shark?" I chuckled.

"That's what one of my teachers told me when I finished my career, that I was a shark. So I took it as my animal” she shrugged. “What's yours?"

"A cat" Rúben and I said at the same time. 

"Oh, twins!" Julia giggled. 

"Twins indeed" her mum said. "Though Rúben, I think you are more of a tiger. Because of your size, I mean."

"It's not the first time someone tells me that" he grinned before both he and Lucy turned to look at me.

"Let's see if we can find twin cats for you!" Julia said, grabbing me with one hand and Rúben with the other. Now she was the one being my guardian angel.

But after checking most stands and not finding anything, she finally gave up. 

"Mami, can we go ice skating? I'm bored."

"Sure. But I'm afraid that’s something Rúben isn't allowed to do, right?"

"I'm afraid not. But don't worry, Julia. We'll keep searching for those cats while you and your mum have fun" he smiled.

"Oh, perfect. We'll meet later where they have all the stands with food so we can have that hot chocolate. See you, guys" Lucy said before disappearing with Julia.

"Should we continue?" Rúben asked. 

"Ok" I smiled. Or tried to. I was alone with Rúben. At a Christmas market. Looking for ornaments for my tree. Why did this look like a date the two main characters of a romantic movie would have? 

"You know, if we can't find a cat, maybe we can find a piano" he said. "I know it is something kind of bittersweet, but you wouldn't be here if it wasn't because of it."

"I guess" I said, checking one of the stands and seeing a familiar face. "Is that..." 

"Uh?"

"Come" I said, grabbing his arm and walking towards the stand. "That's your friend John, isn't it?"

"That is him, yes" he chuckled, checking the ornament. This stand had personalized ones with both City and United's players, and they actually looked pretty cool. "Do you think they'll have mine?"

"Hello, can I help you?" the owner of the stand said.

"We were wondering if you had..."

"Oh, you!" the man said with a big smile. "I know who you are! Looking for yourself?"

"I actually am, yes" Rúben replied.

"I think there are none of yours there, let me check down here" he said, opening a box behind him. "Yours sell really well, especially among women. Wonder why” he chuckled. “Here you are."

"Oh, my God" I said, looking at the ornament the man was showing us. "Do you make them yourself?" 

"I do, miss. Do you think I make him justice?" he laughed. 

"This tiny version of him is much better" I smirked, looking at Rúben through the corner of my eye. He was rolling his eyes but also smiling.

"The good thing about this one is that he will fit under your tree. The real version is too big and there would be no space for other presents” Rúben said.

"Who says I'm asking to have you under my tree?" 

"Who says you aren't?" he replied with that smirk. "We'll take it."

"Oh, wonderful" the man said. "But it is a gift."

"No, no, I can't accept that. We are paying for it."

"But you are... You!" the man said, trying to not catch people's attention. "I can't make you pay for this!"

"You spent your time and money making it. It's the least I can do" he replied, his wallet already in his hand.

"Ok, then" the man said, putting the ornament on a small package. "My son won't believe me when I tell him I sold one of these to the man himself."

"Why don't you take a photo together?" I said. "That way you'll have some proof to show to your son."

"Oh, no, there is no need. I don't want to bother you anymore, have people recognise him, and ruin your date."

"We aren't..." I began.

"It'll be fine, don't worry" Rúben smiled. "Can I ask you something?" he said after I took a few photos of him with the man.

"Of course” he replied.

"Do you know about any stand that sells cat ornaments? We are looking for a couple."

"I don't know if I've seen any, but there is one that sells like cat miniatures with fur and everything. Kids love them, they aren't creepy” he laughed.

"We'll check it. Thank you very much, sir" I said.

"Thank you both" he replied. "And Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas" Rúben smiled.

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"I'll take over now" Lucy said, picking Julia from Rúben's arms. After meeting with them again and finally having that hot chocolate, she started to get tired and didn't want to walk anymore, so he carried her all the way back home until she fell asleep. "Thank you very much, Rúben."

"No problem.”

"You can keep the welcome party going, tho. There is no rush to come home" Lucy winked before closing our apartment's door. Well, technically it was hers, but...

"Do you want to come in?" Rúben asked. "We've been walking for a while, you may want to rest your feet."

"Sitting down and resting my feet sounds like a wonderful idea, yes" I said, following into this apartment. Despite being the same as Lucy's, Ruben's looked very different. And not only because there were no toys laying around. 

"What do you think?"

"It looks... It looks like you."

"What?" he chuckled.

"I didn't imagine you with a house full of stuff and furniture of different colours."

"Oh, you mean that I have a boring house because I'm boring."

"That's not what I meant and you know it" I said, sitting down on his couch. His very comfy and soft couch. "Oh my God."

"Comfortable?"

"You can't even imagine. Can I lay down?"

"Make yourself at home" he chuckled.

"This is the best, Rúben. Who cares if it's boring?" I said, closing my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep."

"Too late. This is it. See you in a week."

And maybe I didn't see him for a week, but half an hour...

"Good morning, sunshine" he said when I opened my eyes. He was sitting next to me, my feet on his lap. 

"What... what happened?"

"You fell asleep."

"I did?"

"Yup."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. But I guess I was way more tired than I thought. What time is it?"

"Almost dinner time. Do you want to stay? I can order something."

"Ok."

"Just don't fall asleep again" he smiled, putting my feet to the side and getting up.

"I'll try not to” I smiled back.

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"Don't forget this" Rúben said, giving me the package with his ornament.

"I thought this one was for you?"

"I'm not putting my face on my tree” he laughed. “Besides, we agreed you were the one putting it because the real me was too big."

"That's what you said."

"Does that mean that you will be asking Father Christmas to find me under your tree?" he smirked.

"If you come with that sofa, maybe" I said, matching his smile. And then we just stared at each other in silence while smiling, no awkwardness between us. At least until his phone rang.

"I better go pick that up" he sighed.

"I... Yes, you should."

"Good night, neighbour" Rúben said, opening the door with a little bow like Roger always does.

"Good night” I replied, trying really hard to not start smiling like an idiot and miserably failing.

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Medicine time

TW: nothing, I think? I mean just some talk about being sick but nothing actually happens (like throwing up)

Also I know Trelawney (probably) wasn't a teacher back in their days, but it was just easier for me to write that way.

Word count: 5 000

The little signs of the upcoming full moon had started slowly that day. When he first woke up, the morning sun coming through the window was just a tad bit too much, and his back had ached a bit more than normally in the mornings. The different smells didn't start to annoy him until lunch, and the potions lesson after that was horrible. He tried to ignore it the best he could, but when the barely noticeable headache he had had since transfigurations had turned into a pounding one by the fifth, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

He was glad that it was Friday, meaning he could just stay in bed in the dark until Monday once he was done with lessons. But the fact that it was this bad on a Friday when the moon wasn't full until Monday, told him something he didn't really want to know.

The last lesson was divination, climbing the many steps made him feel dizzy, so much so that he had to steady himself against the stone wall before climbing the ladder up to the classroom after James. Sirius followed behind him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder when the smells of different herbs and perfumes off the classroom hit him.

“Alright?” He asked, looking worriedly at Remus, who nodded slightly, giving him a small smile after a minute. Sirius nodded, grabbing Remus' hand and pulling him further into the classroom, looking for the table James and Peter had picked; it was in the back of the class, in the darkest corner. They were pretty much sure that Trelawney didn't even see that far. Well, at least they hadn't been told off for sleeping in class in that corner, or not participating in whatever nonsense she was teaching.

Remus took a seat in one of the armchairs, throwing off the burgundy see—through scarf that had probably been forgotten there. The scarf smelled so much like perfume that it made James cough when it was thrown his way.

Sirius rested their hands on the armrest of the chair as he dug out his divination book, just for good measure if Trelawney happened to walk by their table. Remus dug out his books too, along with his notes and quill, but just set them down on his lap, not bothering to even look like he was doing something.

For once, he was glad of the dim lighting of the classroom, usually it bothered him as he couldn't see what he was writing or reading, but today it didn't. It would be perfect, but the scent of the herbs made him want to throw up and her high misty voice sounded more annoying than normally.

Remus could feel Sirius' thumb slowly rubbing small circles on his wrist, he appreciated it, it gave him something else to think about. Even though all the scents annoyed his heightened senses and irritated his nose, it still made him quite tired and after a while he couldn't help but close his eyes, resting his head on his arms on the armrest. Before he actually fell asleep, he could feel Sirius start to play with his hair, it felt nice, and comforting.

Remus never slept in class, never. No matter how tired or sick he was, he'd never fall asleep in class. But there he was now, dead asleep, a few minutes after resting his head down. Sirius looked at his boyfriend, feeling so bad for what he had to go through and just for him. Even though he was sleeping, Sirius continued to play with his hair, barely listening to what the professor was teaching them about palmistry.

When the class had finally dragged to the end, Sirius gently shook Remus awake, who groaned, even though sleeping had helped just slightly. “C'mon moons get up, let's go to our dorm.” Sirius whispered, and Remus opened his eyes, looking around confused before he realized where he was. He blinked a few times before getting up, letting Sirius grab his hand again and lead him out of the class.

They walked slowly towards the Gryffindor tower, seeing Lily coming down the corridor after a while going in the direction of the library, but she stopped in front of the pair. “Where are you going?” She asked.

Sirius looked at Remus, who was looking at Lily, trying to think for a minute of what to say “To our dorm.” He said simply, adjusting the bag better over his shoulder.

“You promised to come study with me after lessons.” Lily reminded. “Is everything alright?” She asked, sounding slightly concerned as she looked at Remus.

The thing was, she didn't know of his \little problem. Remus coughed to get rid of the sudden dryness in his throat. “Mm yeah, I'm alright. Just forgot.” He smiled, trying to look as alive as he possibly could. “You go. I'll come in a bit.” Lily nodded, walking past them and continuing towards the library. Remus turned to look at Sirius, who looked worried.

“You could've just told her you're sick. Because moony, you need to be in bed.  Not studying.” He said, and Remus nodded, knowing Sirius was right. But he had already promised, so he couldn't tell her now that he couldn't.

“I'll be fine. It's only for a few hours.” Remus said quietly, and Sirius nodded, even though he didn't quite believe what he said. “See you at dinner?” He asked.

“Of course.” Sirius smiled, reaching up onto his tiptoes to give Sirius a kiss before walking off. Remus smiled slightly before turning around to walk to the library after lily. He found her at their usual table in the far back corner, it was quiet and other students rarely came there, and Remus really appreciated that right now.

He pulled out his transfiguration book and a quill, he had to write an essay, it wasn't due until next Friday, but he didn't remember any of the other homework they had been given. So he started to scribble something on the paper, something he knew he'd throw away later.

“Remus?” Lily whispered after a while, he looked up, humming slightly. “Are you sure you're alright? You look a bit, eh, peaky.”

“Just didn't sleep well, I'm alright.” He attempted to give her a smile, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded at that or not, probably not.

“You're shaking and haven't written anything down in five minutes, just been staring off to space.” Lily said, sounding actually concerned of him, and Remus felt bad for doing that. “Are you getting sick?”

“I feel okay, Lils.” He lied. “Don't worry.”

“You'd tell me if something was really wrong, right?”

“Of course.” Remus smiled, continuing to write his essay. He felt bad for lying to her, he always did when he had to lie to someone. But he couldn't possibly tell her. He wasn't sure if she'd understand, she probably would, but he didn't want to take that risk or make her think differently of him. So, he was sticking with the lie, even though he didn't like it.

Lily didn't ask more questions about his well-being after that, which was good, she just continued doing her homework. He sighed of relief when the two hours had finally passed, and they could stop and go to the great hall. He didn't want to go there though, it was so loud there, and he definitely didn't want to eat. But he had promised Sirius, so he made his way there, and sat down next to him.

He dropped his bag onto the floor, and rested his head on his arms on the table. He just wanted to sleep, and be somewhere quiet. “Rem?” Remus turned his head to the side to look at Sirius, he looked even more worried than before. “Wanna eat something?” He shook his head, burying it back into his arms.

Sirius quickly ate his dinner, before shaking Remus' shoulder to get him up. “Let's go.” He said, and Remus just nodded, taking Sirius' hand, who took his bag before starting to lead him up to their dorm. He just trailed behind Sirius as they made their way up to their dorm.

He didn't even really notice where they were until Sirius whispered the password to the portrait, and it swung open. He sat down on his bed once they were in their dorm, he just wanted to fall into it, and pull the covers over him and never get up.

Sirius set their bags down and went to dig out some more comfortable clothes for Remus because their school uniforms definitely weren't. He found Remus favorite jumper, it was a warm dark blue one with some kind of pattern going along it, then just found a pair of joggers. He gave them to Remus who had been watching him. "I'll be right back." Sirius whispered, kissing his forehead, before disappearing to the bathroom.

He came back after a while he had a towel and a bucket with him, then he went to switch the lights off before he came back over to the bed Remus was in. He set the bucket down on the floor, and the towel on the bedside table before sitting down on the bed, with his back against the headboard.

"C'mere, moons." He said, moving so he was on the other side of the bed. "Head on my lap, I'll give you a little massage." Remus nodded, laying down on the bed with his head on sirius' lap, it felt good to lay down after today. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you?"

"Everything." He mumbled. "head the most." Sirius nodded to himself, starting to thread his fingers through remus' hair, scratching his scalp at the same time.

"I have something I think might help you. With the headache." Sirius said, after a while, Remus hummed to show that he was listening. Sirius nodded, reaching for the towel from the bedside table. He had run it under cold water and then put a spell on it to keep it cold. "It's a bit cold." He warned before pressing it against Remus' neck.

Remus jumped at the coldness, before relaxing, it felt nice. "Close your eyes, love." Sirius whispered, going back to playing with his hair, Remus nodded, making himself more comfortable there. "Do you want to sleep?"

" 's too early." He mumbled.

"Mm, maybe a bit. How did studying with Lily go?"

"Didn't get anything done." He yawned, cracking his eyes open to find sirius' other hand and take it into his, he closed them once his fingers were intertwined with his. "She kept askin' if I'm alright."

"Well you don't exactly look alright, my lovely moons." If Remus would've had any strength left in him to smack sirius' arm, he would've had, so he just weakly tapped his forearm before taking his hand back into his own.

"Hey. Not true."

Sirius chuckled. "No of course it's not true because it is everyday that you look like you've just woken from the dead."

"Stop bullying me." Remus mumbled, hiding his face, but Sirius could see a small smile on his lips. He turned to look at Sirius after a while. "You're not allowed to make fun of me when I'm not feeling well."

"Am I not?" Remus shook his head, resting his head back down. "What if I still do?"

"You won't get my chocolate."

Sirius gasped. "Oh no, I better stop then." He chuckled and Remus hummed.

"You better."

"Do you have any chocolate?" Sirius asked, and Remus nodded. "where?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"You're gonna eat them all."

"I'd never do such a thing." Remus laughed quietly. "I'm being serious moony, I know better than to steal your chocolate. You'd murder me."

He shook his head. "I love you too much to murder, only torture a bit."

"Oh, how nice of you." He chuckled, going back to brushing his hand through remus' hair. "Well I can only hope that my non murderous boyfriend will learn to share at some point."

Remus hummed again, and a silence fell over them after that. Sirius was honestly surprised that Remus was this chatty because usually when the full moon was approaching he was really quiet, rarely saying anything. Maybe he was just overly tired, that tended to make him chatty. But he didn't mind. It was quiet for a while and Sirius was pretty sure Remus had fallen asleep.

"I feel bad for lying to her." He whispered quietly.

"To Lily?" He nodded. "have you- have you thought of telling her about our furry little friend?"

"Mhm." He mumbled. "I don't want her to think differently about me because of it."

"She wouldn't." Sirius said, trying to think of a proper answer, something that would comfort him at least a little. "You know, she'd probably understand. Because well, it's lily." Remus shook his head. "She'd find every book in the library that even has the slight mention of the word werewolf. Then she'd read them all so she could understand it all better, and then you'd get sick of her asking if you're okay."

"Do you really think that?" Remus asked, lifting his head to look at Sirius. He nodded, tucking a dirty blond curl behind his ear, it only barely stayed there, but it did.

"I don't only think that, I know that." Sirius said, in the most matter of fact tone he could find, and Remus smiled tiredly, about to say something when the lights suddenly flicked on. He ducked his head down, shielding his eyes from the bright light, Sirius ran a hand through his hair, sending a death stare to James who had just came into their dorm, followed by Peter. "Turn the lights off, idiot." He said, and James looked back at him with wide eyes, glancing at Remus before switching the lights off.

Sirius reached to draw the curtains close around the bed, to try to make it even more dark. "Come up here, I want proper cuddles." Remus slowly crawled over to Sirius, resting his aching head on his chest, throwing one of his legs over Sirius', half laying on top of him, but Sirius just smiled. He pulled the blanket over both of them, before wrapping his arms around Remus.

He let out a happy sounding noise, rubbing his nose against Sirius' collarbone for a minute, if it was any other evening Sirius would have laughed at his antics, but tonight he didn't, he just smiled to himself, thinking the boy looked really cute like that.

Remus' breathing started to even out after a minute of being there, Sirius closed his eyes, adjusting his head on the pillow. He decided to wait until Remus would fall asleep before letting himself drift off. "I love you, moons, sleep well."

"Mm, love you too." He mumbled already more asleep than awake. Sirius could feel the head resting on his chest grow heavier as he was pulled more into sleep. "We never sleep like this." He slurred after a while, clearly trying to fight off sleep.

That was true, it was usually the other way around, Remus liked sleeping on his back more, that way it didn't hurt that much in the morning, and Sirius liked to sleep curled up around his boyfriend, his head resting on his chest.

"We don't, but you need it now. I don't mind, rem." He whispered, running his hand through remus' hair. "Shush now, let's sleep." Remus nodded, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep after the day he had had, and Sirius wasn't that far behind him.

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Saturday was even worse. He felt weak and nauseous and just overall bad. He hadn't slept well, he kept waking up to sudden shooting pains in his head, and to the smallest noises.

He pulled the covers more over him and turned to his side once he heard the door open. It was already afternoon, but he had been sleeping most of the day off. Then he heard something being set down onto the nightstand and someone sit down next to him on the bed.

When the covers were pulled back, he slowly opened his eyes, only to see Sirius smiling at him. “Morning, sleeping beauty.” He hid his head on the pillow at that, trying to swat away the hand that came to brush his hair away. “Hey, no hiding, Re. You need to eat something.”

“Absolutely not.” He mumbled, looking back at Sirius.

“C'mon you need to eat, even if you don't want to. You haven't eaten since lunch. Yesterday.”

“It's gonna come right back up.” He argued, but Sirius shook his head. “Sirius, please no.”

“You start feeling more sick because you haven't eaten. Besides, I only got you some toast with butter and water.” Remus nodded, slowly sitting up and accepting the plate and water bottle Sirius gave him.

He ate slowly, not wanting to be sick or feel even worse. He ate the two lightly buttered slices of toast, and took a few sips of the water before setting the things back down onto the nightstand.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, once Remus stopped eating, and leaned against the headboard.

“Fucking horrible.” Remus said, glancing at Sirius, who frowned slightly.

“I could go ask Poppy if she'd have something to help you?” He suggested, but Remus shook his head. “Okay moony, but if you get any worse, I'm going.”

“Okay.”

“Something you want, need?” He asked then, but Remus didn't answer. “I can give you some cuddles, or I can read to you, or I can go away if you'd like.”

“Stay?” He asked, looking back at Sirius, who nodded, moving to sit down next to him. Remus leaned his head on Sirius' shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Want me to do something?” Remus shook his head, getting closer to him when Sirius shifted, so he was sitting against the headboard better. “Lay down, love. You'd be much more comfortable.” Remus did what he was told, shifting, so he was laying down, cuddling close to Sirius.

He hid his face partly into Sirius' stomach, who started to play with his hair, and took one of Remus' hands into his. “You've been smoking.” Remus mumbled after a minute, rubbing his nose against Sirius' jumper to get rid of an itch.

“Is it irritating? I can take the jumper off, if that helps.” Remus shook his head, for some reason that smell wasn't too much, it was something so familiar and just safe that he didn't mind it.

He closed his eyes again, feeling like he could fall asleep once more, even though he had already slept for most of the day. He listened to the slow and quiet humming, making him fall asleep almost immediately, the hand in his hair only helping.

Sirius was really worried about him, Remus hadn't been this bad before a full moon in almost a year. Usually, it was only the day before, not a few days like this. It was horrible and heartbreaking to watch his boyfriend be in so much pain, but at the same time, he was glad that he could make it at least a bit better.

He didn't mind that he had to be there to take care of him and just sit there to be used as a pillow. He didn't mind because he knew Remus would do the same thing for him, and he couldn't just possibly be away when Remus was feeling so horrible.

Even though he had fallen asleep, Sirius kept playing with his hair, just watching over him to make sure he was alright. He seemed peaceful while he slept, although the pained look on his face didn't go away even when he was sleeping.

He pulled the blanket over them when he noticed Remus shiver a few times, cuddling closer to him. He woke up after about an hour of sleeping, hiding his face in Sirius' stomach as he was pulled out of sleep.

“ 'm cold.” He whispered, and Sirius pulled the blanket better over them, tucking it tighter around him, before moving his hand up to Remus' forehead.

“You feel a bit warm, love.” He said, worried. Remus didn't get fevers often when he was like this, but he sometimes did and when he got them it was usually terrible. “Are you really feeling cold?”

“So fucking cold.”

“Okay, how about I get you another jumper? And maybe a blanket?” Remus nodded against him, and with that, Sirius got up from underneath him. He grabbed another jumper for Remus and his own blanket from his bed, before walking back over. “Sit up?” Remus slowly sat up, looking up at him, blinking a few times before pulling the jumper he was given over his head.

“Can I go get Poppy?” Sirius asked, biting his lip as he looked at the state Remus was in, but he shook his head, closing his eyes as the movement caused him pain. “Please Rem, I'm starting to get scared.”

Remus looked up at him, seeming to understand that panicked tone in Sirius' voice, even though his head was working really slowly. Sirius felt relieved when Remus nodded.

“Wanna lay back down?” He asked, and Remus nodded again. He helped him lie down, tucking both of the blankets around him. “I'll be right back, yeah?”

“Okay.” He mumbled, already falling back to sleep, as he got more comfortable under the blankets. Sirius nodded to himself before leaving their dorm. He pulled the covers better over him when Sirius left, mostly hidden under the covers now, but he still felt so cold.

His slumber was disturbed once again when the door of their dorm opened and two sets of footsteps walked over to the bed. Then he felt a hand come up to his forehead, he opened his eyes, seeing poppy standing next to the bed. She gave him a sympathetic little smile, as she pulled her hand back.

“You feel a bit warm, Remus.” She said, and he nodded a little. “Could you sit up, so I can check you over?” He nodded again, slowly sitting up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. “Can you tell me how you're feeling?”

“Everything hurts, but mostly my head.” He explained slowly, glancing between madam pomfrey and Sirius, who was sitting down at the foot of the bed, looking distressed. “It's really cold.”

“Okay, Mr. Black told me that this started yesterday? And I assume it's only been getting worse since that, no?” He nodded. “I'm quickly going to take your temperature and then give you some medicine that'll hopefully help.”

“Okay.”

She took his temperature, it was a bit high but not too bad. “This one,” she said, showing a small bottle to both Sirius and Remus. “Helps with your fever, and take this before you go to bed for the night.” She explained more to Sirius, though kept looking at Remus. “Then this other one should help with your headache and other symptoms, more or less.”

She gave a dose of both of the medicines to Remus, before handing the two bottles to Sirius, who nodded. “Is there something else I can do?” Sirius asked, biting his lip as he looked at his boyfriend. He looked absolutely miserable there.

“A lot of sleep and rest, there's really nothing else we can do, but if it does get worse during the night, please come to me in the morning.” Sirius nodded again before she left.

“Alright, moons, time to have some more rest.” He smiled, getting up and setting the two bottles on the nightstand before getting in next to Remus, slowly shifting, so they were laying down, and he could cuddle up to him.

He pulled the blankets over them, kissing Remus' head once he got settled down on his chest. “I love you, moony.” He whispered after a moment, hearing Remus mumble something similar in response.

Sirius fell asleep too with Remus, it wasn't that late yet, but he was tired too. When he woke up about an hour later, Remus was already awake, watching James and Peter playing chess in the dark.

“Feeling any better?” Sirius asked, yawning quietly as he looked around.

“A bit.”

"That's good, love. Still cold?" Remus nodded, hiding his face more into the jumper that was pulled up to his nose. "What time is it?" He asked, still feeling a bit out from just waking up

"Little over ten." James said, looking away from their chess game for a second, he was losing. He only had a few pieces left in the game while Peter was about two moves away from winning.

Sirius nodded, brushing his hand through Remus' hair again as he watched the two play. "Let me win for once." James groaned, flopping down onto the floor as he lost. Remus winced slightly at the somewhat loud noise. Sirius held his hand over his ear, trying to block the noise out as Peter and James started to put away their chess pieces.

After they got up from the floor, going to get ready for bed, Sirius closed the curtains around their bed. "Thank you." Remus whispered, looking at Sirius who smiled, leaning to kiss his forehead.

"Don't need to thank me, love." He said, but Remus shook his head. "I'm just glad you're feeling even a bit better now."

"My head is not that- foggy anymore." He said, trying to think for a better word.

"That's good. I was really worried about you earlier." Remus just nodded, not sure what he should say. "Hasn't been this bad in a long time has it?"

Remus shook his head. "Sorry for worrying you." He whispered, resting his head back down onto sirius' chest. "And for making you scared."

"It's okay, don't be sorry, rem." He whispered softly, rubbing his back. "It's going to be over soon, yeah?" Remus nodded, sitting up so he could pull off the other jumper he was wearing, bit quickly getting back under the blankets, and close to Sirius. This time, laying his head on the same pillow so he could look at Sirius.

"I'm really scared, Siri." Remus whispered after a while when he heard the quiet noises around the stop as both James and Peter climbed into their beds.

"What are you scared of?" He asked, brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear, watching as tears slowly started to well up in his eyes. He saw Remus glance towards the window, even though he couldn't see out of it right now due to the curtains. "Of the moon?"

He nodded, trying his best to blink the tears away. "It's bad." He whispered, slightly leaning into the touch as Sirius cupped his cheek, gently brushing his thumb over his cheekbone. That only made him want to cry more, unable to hold all the emotions in anymore. "I don't want to, Sirius. I don't -"

"I know, love." He said simply, wiping away the tear that fell down from the corner of his eye. "C'mere, love." Sirius whispered, pulling Remus close to him, and the boy hid his face into sirius' chest, tears slowly started to fall down.

"It's going to be alright, rem." He said, holding him close. He wasn't sure what he could actually say or do to make it better somehow, because there wasn't really anything to make it better. If he could he'd take all of it away from Remus, but unfortunately he couldn't do that.

Remus shook his head, letting out a few quiet sobs. "Shh, don't cry, it's okay, I promise, love. I know it doesn't feel like it now, but it's gonna be alright." He whispered into remus' hair, rubbing his back at the same time. "But remember you don't have to be alone, I'll be there yeah? And so is Jamey and Peter, right? We're all gonna be there, right with you."

He nodded slightly. "Y-you gonna stay? When it's o-over?"

"Of course I'll stay with you." He said, kissing his head. "You don't have to be alone with this, never ever." He nodded again.

They were quiet for a while, Remus slowly calming down, the tears slowly drying out and the quiet sobs turning to small sniffles. He only hid his face more into sirius' chest as the headache got worse from his tears.

"Aw, that's no good." He whispered, reaching up to gently massage his temples, to try to ease the headache at least a bit. "Want another cold towel? Did that help yesterday?" Remus nodded, frowning a bit as Sirius got up from the bed. But he came back soon, sitting down onto the bed and grabbing the two bottles from the nightstand. "Medicine time."

Remus sat up, taking the bottles and taking both of them before, laying back down. Watching as Sirius pulled of his jumper before getting back under the covers, pulling Remus close to him again.

He rested his head on Sirius' chest, jumping slightly as the cold towel was pressed against his neck, but closed his eyes after a minute. He listened to sirius' calm breathing and calm heartbeat.

"Sirius?" Remus whispered after a while, lifting his head slightly so he could look at him, he hummed, opening his eyes to look at Remus. "Thank you." Sirius was about to open his mouth to protest, but Remus interrupted him before he could say anything. "No really, thank you. F-for just being there."

"Of course I'll be here."

"But why?"

Sirius smiled a little sadly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "Because, I care about you and love you, no matter what. I hate seeing you like this, so if there's anything I can possibly do to make it even a little better, I'll do it."

Remus only nodded, when he laid his head back down. "I love you too." He whispered.

"I love you more, now go to sleep. You need to rest, moony."

"I can't sleep."

"Hmm, well what if I read to you and you try to sleep?" He suggested trying to think of something that would help him sleep, or relax at least.

"I'm not six, I don't need a bedtime story."

"Sixteen and six are quite close, no?" He asked, earning a small smile from Remus. "But no seriously, I can read to you if you want, it's no problem." Remus only nodded slightly, watching as Sirius reached for the bedside table and pulled out a book. He recognized it as the one he had found from the library a few days ago.

Sirius started to read quietly from the first chapter, and Remus listened, first following the text at the same time Sirius read, but closed his eyes after a while, slowly starting to drift off to sleep. Sirius finished the chapter, before putting the book down, almost sure Remus had fallen asleep.

"Goodnight love, sleep well. I love you." He heard a mumbled response from Remus, Sirius kissed his head, leaning more into the pillows, and slowly falling asleep.

A/N:

Alright, hello :)

Okay, that was long, I hope you liked it and that it doesn't repeat itself too much (I felt like that when writing but when I read it I don't think it is) anyway, I might be wrong.

Schools hit harder than I thought, literally someone help me please, anyway I've had this in my wip pile for a while and few days ago wrote the ending.

But like I said, school hit hard so I'm not sure how much time/energy I'll have to write but we'll see, right

Anyway, I hope you liked this

<3

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Guys i accidentally fell in love with this duo help I barely just came up with Niko

undercut @fruity-legos @murkystarlight

Summary:

Beau and Niko get a gun (Read blaster)

Additional Tags:

Aged Down Characters, they’re 12. Mr. Oz is mentioned. Oc-ified (technically) canon and does not appear in show character, try to guess who Niko is :3. they’re dumbasses your honour, who gave them a gun. gun - Freeform. Crack Treated Seriously. Niko and Beau are besties. Ficlet. No beta we die like the soup cans

Niko glanced up, away from her science textbook and over to Beau as she adjusted her glasses.

The two were hiding in an abandoned alleyway next to a noisy pizza restaurant, the cowboy himself pacing in front of her muttering lines from his favourite western movies under breath as he toyed with the strange looking gun he had in hand.

The gun was some sort of sci-fi looking blaster the two had stolen off of Mr. Ozwald early in the day once they had seen him carrying it around on his figure. Well, Beau had been the one to want to steal it, having instantly fallen in love with the gun at first sight. Yet Niko had also been too fascinated by the thought of why their science teacher had a gun to complain at all when Beau had talked her into helping him steal it.

“Put yer hands up partner!” Beau ordered, whirling around and causing his scarf to swirl as he aimed the gun at the empty soup can stack set up towards the back half of the alley.

“Or I’ll be forced to shoot um out … wait no that’s not the right wordin’” Beau grumbled as he lowered the gun. He buried his face into his scarf and chewed on it as he fiddled with the trigger on the gun.

Niko watched Beau for a bit before glancing outside towards the entrance to the alleyway cautiously, “Put that thing away dweeb, you’re gonna get us arrested,”

“Relax!” Beau insisted, face still half hidden in his scarf, “Plenty of people have guns!”

“ Right, “ Niko rolled her eyes, “plenty of twelve year olds have guns. ”

“You say as if I can’t hear the clear sarcasm in your voice,” Beau shot back, taking his face out of his scarf a little bit to shoot a grin at Niko.

“Haha,” Niko laughed as she sat back and placed her back against the alleyway wall, “look I’m just saying I can bail you out of detention but juvie is a different conversation entirely.”

“Aww come on Neeks, I’m sure you’d find a way. ‘Sides I haven’t even fired the gun yet, now how do you-” Beau trailed off as he continued to fiddle with the gun. Eventually it made a pop noise and Beau’s fingers slipped slightly in surprise only to end up pressing down on the gun trigger.

A blinding blast of white and bluish light shot from the tip of the gun and soar through the air.

The blast hit its mark easily, the soup can tower, and in an instant the whole middle half of the tower was reduced to ash leaving behind only the burnt remains of the outer cans which fell to the ground with a cacophony of clatters.

Beau and Niko stared in equal amounts of shock and awe.

What-

Beau slowly lowered the gun only to exclaim, “HOLY MOLY!”

Niko slowly turned to look at him, mouth still slightly agape in awe, “DUDE-“

Beau whipped his head around to stare back at her, “WHY DID MR. OZ HAVE THIS-“

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“WHAT DO WE DO!?” Beau yelled back, holding out the gun to the side like he was afraid it might go off again.

“I don’t- JUST GIVE IT BACK!” Niko responded, patting the sides of her face as fear started to swarm up in her mind. They were going to get into so much trouble!

“Great idea!”

Before Niko could quite register what was happening Beau had run over and looped his arm in hers so he could begin to drag her off. With a yelp Niko reached out and grabbed her science textbook off the overturned crate it rested on along with the strap of her backpack before Beau could pull her away completely.

“BEAU YOU DWEEB-“ Niko screeched as her best friend pulled her out of the alley as she struggled to shove her textbook into her backpack.

Hopefully the people over at the pizza place wouldn’t be bugged by the smell of burning soup cans.

[sterekbros]

someday soon (884 words) by Winchesterek

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Adopted Children, Kid Fic, Teacher Derek Hale, Fluff, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Derek Hale, Human Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Children, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf) Series: Part 2 of Teacher Derek AU For @sterekweekly threshold, @sterekfests baking, @sterekbingo domestic, and @warmandfluffybingocards free space.

The first thing that hit him when he came into the house was the fragrant scent of baked apples. Fall was Stiles’ favorite season. The way the air started to chill and it was just cool enough for him to wear a light jacket or hoodie, but not cold enough for him to wear something like a scarf. It never got that cold in California anyway.

But Fall. Fall was perfect. Everyone started worshiping pumpkin spice, even if Stiles didn't care for it, and the energy surrounding the changing seasons always gave him life despite the world dying around him.

“I’m home!” Stiles called into the house, locking the door behind him with one hand and gripping a grocery bag in the other.

Several little feet came trampling down the stairs before Hailey was yelling, “Daddy!” and Scarlett and James were shouting, “Uncle Stiles!”

Stiles laughed as they surrounded him and squeezed him tight with all their little werewolf strength.

“Where’s Derek?” he asked as he rubbed each of them with one hand, making sure to scent mark each of them.

“He’s in the kitchen!” Hailey practically screamed at him with glee.

“Making apples!” James put in.

“Not apples,” Scarlett chided her brother. “Apple pie! Like grandma used to make!”

That twisted Stiles’ heart in his chest, knowing that sometimes thoughts of his family weren't the best thing for Derek to relive. But pie had to be a good thing, right? Otherwise, why would Derek be making it?

“Oh, apple pie!” James repeated belatedly while Scarlett shook her head at him.

Hailey grabbed Stiles’ free hand and said, “Come on, Daddy!”

He, of course, couldn't deny her. So Stiles followed Hailey into the kitchen with Scarlett and James following behind him.

When they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, Derek was at the oven with the door open, peering into it.

“I brought the turkey breast for our Thanksgiving trial run,” Stiles teased as he raised the bag in his child-free hand. Derek turned around and closed the oven, casting them all a smile.

“Great. But you know we’ll need a giant turkey for our actual Thanksgiving.” Derek crossed the short space between them to take the bag from Stiles and pressed a kiss to his lips. The kids squealed like they always did when they kissed each other. It still made Stiles chuckle after a year of them being together.

“More like two or three turkeys. We might need one for each werewolf that shows up and then we have these little munchkins.” Stiles fake-growled at them and the kids giggled, running out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. Any other time of day and Stiles would be chasing them, getting them ready for bed, and then tucked in for the night.

But right now he needed Derek. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and kissed him again. “How many pies do you have cooking?”

“Three,” Derek replied, wrapping one arm around Stiles and holding him close. “One for the kids and two for us.”

Stiles laughed and kissed Derek again, smiling against his lips.

“Good. Maybe we can take one to bed later and have a snack ‘cause I think we might be up a little late tonight.” Stiles brushed his nose against Derek’s, teething his own lip. “I missed you a lot today…and I need you. All of you.”

Derek gave a muffled moan against Stiles’ neck before sighing and raising his head to kiss Stiles again. “Later,” he promised quietly. “I’ll knot you until you pass out.”

“My hero,” Stiles joked and reluctantly pulled away. “You want me to deal with the turkey?”

“It’s okay. I’ll do it. I’m sure the kids would love to show you their blanket fort where they’ve been having tea time. Then maybe you can get them washed up and ready for dinner? That way as soon as they’re done they’re off to bed after a story or two.”

Stiles smirked and gave Derek a once over. And damn, he was fine. Stiles knew he’d always see Derek this way, even when his hair and beard started to gray. “Someone’s thought this through.”

“Maybe just a little,” Derek replied, putting the bag on the counter. “I’ve had all afternoon to come up with a master plan”

Stiles snorted a small laugh and gave Derek a heated look, wanting to do nothing more than to push Derek up against the counter and drop to his knees until Derek was coming down his throat. But he couldn't do that. Not yet anyway. “Okay, I’m gonna go check out the blanket fort and maybe have a tea party too.”

“I’ll call you guys when dinner is done.”

“And we’ll be ready.” With one last look, Stiles turned and headed up the stairs. They’d grown so much during the last year as a family and Stiles couldn't wait for all the adventures that lay ahead of them.

And maybe someday soon he’d ask Derek to marry him. It wasn't as if Stiles hadn't bought the ring already, because some days it felt like it was burning a hole into his pocket. He reached down to feel if the small box was still there, just to make sure, and smiled.

Yeah. Maybe someday soon.

[eddiemunsons-stuff]

Lovesick

A/n sorry guys this is my first time writing anything like this so if I suck, l'm sorry :)

Background

Victoria 18 yrs old Steve's younger sister Parents aren't really in the picture so you and Steve have a place.

<3 word count 1k

September 18 Wednesday

You woke up to the sound of your blaring alarm clock as you grunt and reach over to turn it off. You lazily get out of bed as you go to pick out an outfit. You find a pair of ripped black jeans with a oversized Metallica shirt. You pack all your homework into your backpack, do your makeup, use the bathroom and brush your teeth as you rush downstairs to smell the sweet aroma of bacon and eggs sizzling on the stove as Steve looks over and smiles.

"Good morning sleepyhead" Steve sings

"Good morning mother Steve" you chuckle

You sit down at the table as you scarf down the food that Steve gave you. " is eddie dropping you off?" he asks. " yes. like every other day." "ok have fun love birds" he says as a horn honks, coming from the white van now outside your house. Eddie and you have been best friends since forever. You did everything together from sleepovers, to shopping, to passing notes in class.

Everybody thought you two were dating but you guys had always thought that was silly. Or so you thought.

Eddie's Pov

She looked so beautiful with her shoulder length dirty blonde hair, in her Metallica shirt, ripped black jeans, doc martins, and little accents of jewelry as she slung her backpack over her should and jumped in the car.

"woah slow down!" eddie said " sorry how late will we be?" Victoria asked. "only 5 minutes" eddie said. she chuckled and her nose scrunched like always, it was the cutest thing i'd ever seen, if only she knew how I felt about her.

Victorias Pov

"thanks" you said jumping out of the car. "anytime princess" eddie said intertwining his hand in yours. you didn't know why but it had given you butterflies, how weird was that. a paper ball had been thrown at eddie's head cutting you from ur thoughts. "hey freak" jason sneered with the other jocks. you just rolled you eyes and lead eddie inside.

"ughhh" you grunt realizing you have math, "what's wrong sweet heart" eddie asked "math" you say. but there it was again! the butterflies, what was happening? " well come on, i'll walk you there" "ok" you reply, as you arrive Eddie asks, "lunch at our spot?" "of course" you reply as you kiss his cheek.

"Heyyy!" Says a familiar voice behind you that makes you turn around. You met face to face with one of your favorite people, Robin. You'd been friends since the first day of kindergarten and had instantly clicked.

It was your first day of kindergarten as your mom walked you up to the classroom. You were super nervous that nobody would like you. Your mom pulled you into the room as you dragged your feet along.

"Hi! You must be Victoria! I'm Miss Rose! We are so excited to have you, you can put you backpack over by the cubbies and we've started working on our name tags to introduce ourselves!"

You put your backpack in an empty cubby as your mom started talking with the teacher. You chose to sit next to a strawberry blonde haired girl dressed in a pink shirt, white frilly skirt and sparkly pick high heels, and a brown haired boy with a plain blue shirt and khaki pants. Suddenly the girl starts speaking to you. "Hi! What's your name? I'm robin! Are you excited for school? I've never been so i'm a bit nervous but excited! Do you want help with your name tag? I think we also have to make another for our cubby. Oh, sorry for rambling i'm just really excited!

You were taken aback by all the information you were just given but happy that you could have a friend. You knew you guys would click instantly after her speaking. "Your ok, l'm Victoria, nice to meet you.

Let's make those name tags you were talking about!"

A hand waved in your face bringing you back to the present. "Hey, you ok?" asked Robin

"Oh ya sorry i'm fine. What were you saying?"

You replied. "I was saying that we have to hang out sometime cause we haven't for FOREVERRRR. Eddie's always stealing you away from me!" She says smirking at the end, you don't know why but she's always thought you 2 should be more than best friends.

"Oh ya that would be so fun! Also stop with the Eddie and me, never gonna happen."

"Sure, we all see the way he looks at you, like your the sun,moon, and stars all in one."

"Ok ya sure. Anyways catch you later a gotta run to class!"

You barely make it past all your classes, all you could think about was the butterflies you got from Eddie.

There couldn't possibly be anything going on. You couldn't like him, right? That would be weird.

The bell rings dismissing everybody from their classes on the way to lunch. You rush down the halls catching up with Gareth. You had also befriended Gareth the same day as Robin back in kindergarten.

Sitting next to your new friend, Robin, was that boy brown haired boy. You didn't wanna make him feel left out, so you introduced yourself. "Hi, I'm Victoria!

What's your name?" His face lit up, he never thought he was gonna make friends but here, this nice girl started talking to him. "Hi, Im Gareth!" He said with a big smile. And little did they know all the memories the trio would make in the years ahead.

"Hey!" you called to Gareth ahead.

"Hey." he replied back walking together into lunch getting ready to grab their trays to eat.

A/N

Hi guys! I hope that my writing isn't complete crap but here's the first chapter to Lovesick I'm rly excited to write this book bc i love Eddie!

[partyanimal167]

Helping Out- Grimmjow x Reader

I've been writing GrimmIchi fics for the girlies for years, but just randomly got the thought, I want a little piece of Grimmjow for myself. However, I couldn’t figure out a prompt and used a fanfic trope generator lol. So this is the result of it. I hope to write more and read more from the fandom. 

CW: Canon AU, fluff, black!fem!reader in mind, author knows nothing about medical field (be nice)

For once, Grimmjow might have to thank Kurosaki for something.

Grimmjow couldn’t tell you how he got in this position. But Urahara could! The former-Espada was nagging Ichigo for a fight since the young man kept rescheduling due to his busy medical school schedule. Grimmjow thought himself to be reformed enough (barely) and was patient. BUT! Everyone had their limits. Ichigo was listing excuses and caught up in how his class needed volunteers for an extensive role-play activity. Grimmjow couldn’t really give a damn about the trainings for healing weak human bodies, and flicked a paper projectile at the orange-haired head.

“Are you even paying attention to me?” Kurosaki asked. “No. You haven’t said anything related to rematch or fighting.” Grimmjow replied boredly. Ichigo held his scowl before a light bulb lit up in his head. He might have picked up his mentor’s tendency for plotting. Ichigo offered a deal. He agreed to fight Grimmjow if he agreed to throw on his gigai and show up to help. At first, Grimmjow outright refused. But...it had been awhile since he felt his blood thumping the way it did when going against that supernatural mutt...

Grimmjow yawned as he slumped in a chair while a woman addressed the somewhat eager group of students. He really had no idea what he was doing here. His initial plan was to make everyone as uncomfortable as possible, so he could be asked to leave. However, just as he was about to move his plan into motion, the woman had walked up to him and gently read the card around his neck.

You tried to keep your voice steady as you leaned slightly over and read the card on who was probably the most attractive gentleman in the world. “Here, we have a gentleman who has been waiting rather long in the emergency room while more urgent cases were dealt with. While this can be a frustrating situation for both you and the patient, remember to be reassuring and kind to them. Letting our negative emotions fog our mind can put many people at risks.” You looked into the prettiest blue eyes known to man. There’s no way that could be natural. “I appreciate you waiting sir. I know that you’re in a lot of pain. I’ll be glad to take care of you.” You gave him an affirming squeeze on his shoulder and smiled. You quickly pulled away and addressed the next steps in the process of the man’s imaginary wound.

What the actual fuck was that? Grimmjow was not used to being on the receiving end of genuine care and affection from a stranger. Those were emotions that were rarely showed in his world and even as he visited the World of the Living, he wouldn’t say it was one he received often. He continued to look at the woman who stood near him and spoke to the class. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs that look great on her smooth skin. Her hair was wrapped up in a bun and covered with a scarf. A loc or two peaked out. She radiated confidence as she spoke to the class and continued down the line of pretend patients, answered questions, and encouraged problem-solving from the students. There was definitely something intriguing about this human.

Ichigo jumped when the tall man suddenly appeared at his side at end of the class. “Shit! You need a bell.”

Grimmjow didn't even argue. "Who is that?"

“What?”

“Don’t fucking what me, Kurosaki. Who is that?” he hadn’t even looked at his rival and kept his gaze on you as you chatted with the volunteers and students.

Ichigo looked and tilted his head slightly. “Y/N-san? That’s the teachers' assistant in this department. I don’t know her too well, but she’s really smart. I’ve texted her a few times when I needed help. She-,”

"Will she talk to me if I bring her broken bodies?"

"What-,"

"Actually, fuck it. This gigai can't cause me that much pain. What if I break a bone?"

"What the hell, Grimmjow? She's not a doctor yet. I don't think anyone would want to deal with you if you're doing crazy shit like that."

A pause. “Give me her number.” he still was looking at you.”

“What-”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Grimmjow, I can’t give you her number. It’s creepy to give out a woman’s numbers to strangers. You’re not even a student-,” Ichigo argued.

“Hey guys,” you greeted and smiled, “good answers, Ichigo. It’s nice to see how you experience already gives you a different perspective as your peers.” Grimmjow muttered under his breath as the man received your praise. “Who’s your friend?” 

“Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez,” he answered and held out his hand as he had seen humans do before. You shook it firmly. He grinned; there was something respectable about a good handshake. 

“Thank you so much for coming, Grimmjow. It’s nice when people from the community use their time to help students out.” you explained.

“I’m always happy to help.” Ichigo tried to not gawk at his lie. 

You nodded and giggled. “That’s so sweet. It can be hard to get people. There’s another one of these later today that I almost had to cancel. I’m still short a person, but I’ll make it work.” you went on a little.

“I can help.”

Ichigo was damn near losing his mind on the inside.

You were a bit surprised, “Oh, uh, I’d love that really, but it’s like three hours from now. I wouldn’t want to mess with your plans for today.” you scratched at your cheek.

Grimmjow snickered and shrugged. “I have no plans today. I can kill some time, find something to eat.”

That gave you an idea. “Well, at least let me buy you lunch then! I couldn’t imagine-,”

“Tch, like hell would I let a pretty woman buy me food. Don’t worry about it.”

You blushed at the compliment. “Huh well,” you reached into your pocket for a random business card you occasionally kept. You underlined a part of it, “Here’s my personal cell. I have to clean up and finish some paperwork, but we can find something close by to eat.”

Grimmjow chuckled as he took the card and looked at it. “It’s a date then.” You smiled then waved at the two men as you walked off.

“Heh, look Kurosaki. Seems I didn’t need you after all.”

The med student just dazed off in the direction that you were just at. “What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

~~~

We have a thing for Grimmjow in uniforms; he should have the same. I slipped in a personal detail with y/n having locs. I never see it (imagine that man gripping on them). I love Ichigo being shocked by a confident, committed Grimmjow. I feel like I can continue this one. I’m gonna go to sleep though. Requests are currently open. Thanks for reading!

[mysteroads]

Hangovers, Detainment, and a Three Teacher Pile-up

Summary: Starting the day hungover and with upset kids is no fun, but both Shigaraki and Aizawa have things they need to get done. Tomura wants to get his hands on the third years' exam outline, Aizawa plans to get the students of all grades to do some critical thinking, and Aisho wants Tomura to stay safe today. All these would be best accomplished with Tomura *at* the school proper, but there's no way the villain would go willingly...

Excerpt:

Japanese alone wasn’t enough to convey the strength of his emotion, so Tomura switched to English (a truly excellent language for swearing), mixing in French and Mandarin when it felt appropriate. By that point, they’d reached the main area, and all the little hero students had congregated by the door to wait on their teacher. They had obviously been curious to see what all the fuss was, and their jaws dropped when they saw what was going on. Spotting them, Tomura snapped (in Japanese again), “You little fuckers! You’re supposed to be heroes, right?! Then get your hands off your dicks and help me!”

The useless brats looked at each other, then Hakegure ventured, tentatively, “Does this count as kidnapping? Even though he’s a villain?”

“It’s called detainment when the person in question is a suspected criminal or villain,” Aizawa corrected, grunting a little as Tomura managed to wiggle enough to land an elbow jab against his ribs. “In this case, Mr. Shigaraki here is going to fulfill part of his rehabilitation requirements, whether he wants to or not.”

“It’s true you’re the only one of us who hasn’t audited an academic class!” Sako said, voice bright. “Even Spinner overcame his shyness long enough to follow Midnight for a day.”

“That time did feel a little bit like kidnapping too, though,” Magne said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. 

“But I ended up having fun and I survived the nosebleed, so suck it up, Leader,” Spinner said, far too cheerfully. “Time for school!”

“I’m going to destroy you, Spinner,” Tomura swore, thinking about Spinner’s carefully tended Animal Crossing home and all the terrible things he would do to it. The destruction would be legendary.  

“Will he be able to come to class, though?” Midoriya asked, eyes on Tomura’s bandages. “He can’t walk around barefoot, even in the halls. His bandages will get dirty, and I don’t think normal shoes would be good for them either.”

“See? Smart kid,” Tomura praised, and tried to pinch Eraserhead, but his fingers couldn’t grip properly and he just hurt himself. 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Toga said, waving her hand and jumping up and down. “I have an idea! I know! Nobody move!” Before anyone could ask, she dashed upstairs and was back down in record time. “I was going to save these for a present, Tomu-chan, but I think you can use them now!” She held up a pair of fuzzy blue socks, complete with rubber grippers on the bottom in the shape of cat pawprints. 

Even from the side, he could see Aizawa’s smile turn all gooey before he hid it behind his capture scarf. Of course. The fucker loved cats. Of course he’d be into stupid socks with paws. “That’s perfect,” Aizawa said, and Toga beamed.

Tomura wanted to die. 

He’d thought the hangover was bad, but this… this was true suffering.

As a villain, Tomura had sworn to never stop fighting. To never give up, to struggle until his very last breath. He’d fought against the odds time and time again, learning with every failure and coming back stronger… He'd grown in strength and resolve to the point all of Japan had been terrified to see his next move, but right here, right now, Tomura Shigaraki gave up the fight. He went limp, and hid his burning face against Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Did you finally give up, villain?” Aizawa murmured.

“Go die, hero.”  

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He sounded so smug, the bastard. “Come on, students, villains. Class starts soon.”

[ninjagirlstar5]

Protag Teruya AU - Prologue Part 1 - The Boardwalk Intro

Our queen has arrived!

Oh, and Yuri is here too, I guess. (joking)

No TWs apply to this current post.

...Although Yuri is being his usual misandrist self.

The Beach (The Beginning) |   The Mart (Part 2) | The Park (Part 3) | The Tower (Part 4) | The Cottage (Part 5) | The Beach Episode (Final)

Prologe Part 2 Beginning

Disclaimer: While Sannotori is problematic, it’s a thing in this AU/fic and the dynamic is not the same as it is in canon.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

Walking down the path led them to a pier with smaller houses on it. It looked like a place where people mainly sleep. And it didn’t take them long to find someone else in the area. Although when he saw her, he couldn’t help but do a double take. Because if she was a student, she certainly doesn’t dress like one. The hair was the least concerning part of her outfit as it was just a ponytail with long pink hair that ended in a fuschia ombre and held together with a blue bow. The rest…was a different story. Her blue dress showed a lot more skin than he was comfortable seeing, from her chest to her hips. She wore a long boa scarf, skin tight see-through stockings that had a crisscross pattern, blue heels and gold bracelets and a necklace. She hadn’t noticed their approach but he tried his best to keep his gaze at her head. It wasn’t all that hard, to be honest.

“Geez, this is annoying. What are the teachers doing…?” The girl stared off to the side, her fist on top of her chest as if she was trying to keep herself from tensing too much.

“Excuse me.” Mikado was the first to speak, grabbing her attention.

“Huh? Who are you?” She asked, her eyes wide.

“I am Mikado Sannoji, the Ultimate Wizard. Are you another student here, miss…?” The wizard introduces himself as the implied question hangs in the air. She sighs before giving them a smile.

“So you’re a freshman too. I’m Yoruko Kabuya. I hope we can get along.” Yoruko smiled at them and he gave her his best smile as well, even if it was awkward.

“Hi. Uh, I don’t have a name due to my amnesia but, uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat as Yoruko stared at him with wide eyes. He didn’t want to point it out, but this was going to bother him if he didn't ask. “I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but…why are you dressed like that…?”

“H-Hey, I had no choice, y’know? I didn’t want to wear this…We were told to - no, wait you have amnesia. Never mind.” She leaned forward as she clenched her fists, although she quickly became embarrassed upon remembering that he wouldn’t know what she was talking about due to his lack of memories. When he stares at her with confusion, she realizes something else and seems to force herself to relax, straightening her back. “Ah…Right, I haven’t told you my talent yet.” She grimaces before wrapping an arm around her waist and curling her hand near her neck. “You’ll probably take this the wrong way, but…I got in as the Ultimate Hostess.”

“...Oh, that’s not so bad. I thought your talent was something more controversial.” Mikado said, blunt as a rock like always. He still gaped at him for his blatant honesty and Yoruko looked at him like he had grown another head. The wizard tilts his head at them though. “What…? It’s none of my business as to why Ms. Kabuya entered such an age restricted job.”

“Er, yeah…I was having some problems, so I faked my age in order to work. I was sure nobody would be able to find out…” Yoruko trails off before sighing again, looking away. “Buuut I got busted. I dunno how they figured it out, but next thing I knew there was an acceptance letter at work with my name on it…” She closed her eyes, dropping her arms with resignation. “So, they gave me a choice: jail, or Hope’s Peak. So, here I am.”

“What?!” He gawked at her. This was not what he was expecting from Hope’s Peak. He didn’t think the school would go so far as to blackmail a potential student into joining their school. It made him extremely uncomfortable.

“...Well then! I always thought there was something off about that school, and now I’m wishing I didn’t accept the invitation…” Mikado raised his clenched fists, looking like he was trying to restrain himself from showing even more of his frustration. Not that it mattered as his mask had changed into a more angry expression. The sudden change surprised Yoruko enough to take a step back.

“I…I-It’s nice that you two are getting angry on my behalf. Really.” Yoruko crosses her arms. “But it’s not as if I hate the school or anything. I’ll be old enough to work legally in a few years anyway. Since going to Hope’s Peak guarantees success to their students, I figured I can gain some fame here and use that to get a better gig in the future.”

“Still, they just…blackmailed you into attending. That’s a shitty thing to do.” He clenched his fist, pressing it against his chest. Now he really didn’t want to be here.

“Not much I can do about that…I am breaking the law.” She then clenched her teeth, her blue eyes narrowing. “But seeing myself in a place like this instead is just pissing me off. At least you two aren’t trying to take a peep at me…Unless that mask of yours is hiding what you’re really looking at.” She glares at Mikado. The wizard simply stared back, dropping one of his hands as his mask shifts into his normal smile.

“...Would you believe me if I said I was looking at you respectfully, Ms. Kabuya?” Mikado said, and the hostess huffs at him.

“You better be! Honestly, dealing with perverts is nothing new for me…Just don’t take this the wrong way. My job isn’t what you think it is.” Yoruko said, mostly looking at him when she clarified that last part. When he waited for her to elaborate, she didn’t, and he felt too embarrassed to pry any further.

“Anyway…Do you have any idea on how we ended up here on this island?” He felt it was safer to change the subject than to continue talking about her talent.

“Hard not to think about it when we’re supposed to be at Hope’s Peak and yet we’re not.” The hostess puts her hand on her hips and raises her other hand, clearly annoyed. “I went to the place they told me to go to, but then I passed out. When I woke up, I was here on this island. What, were we, like, kidnapped to work as slaves or something?”

“Please no. I don’t want to be forced to work for someone else.” He shuddered at the thought. Even Mikado looked disturbed. Yoruko sighs in agreement.

“Not only that, I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this…” She looks away, concerned. “What are the teachers doing, anyway?” Yoruko drops her arms as she starts to sweat. “Even if it was some kind of event, no one gave us any contract or extra notice.”

“I’ve never been in a school environment, but that sounds about right.” Mikado said, casually dropping another piece of information about himself that left him shocked. But he kept talking before he could point it out. “Any authority figure worth their salt would at least keep us informed on what they wish to do for their pupils. I can’t help but feel like everyone is a little too relaxed about this whole thing…”

“And I can’t believe I had to stop working because of this…” Yoruko said, almost as if she was in silent agreement with the wizard next to her.

“Wow, uh…sounds like you’re hardworking, Yoruko.” He complimented, as that was the only thing he could think to do at the moment. He didn’t have any memories of school even though he still had his general knowledge without those educational experiences. So he couldn’t really give his own opinion on that in general.

“Oh, uh…thank you…” Yoruko starts but quickly trails off, as if realizing that he didn’t give her a name, so the sentence ended on an awkward note.

“Well, it’s unfortunate, but it seems you don’t know any details either, right?” Mikado sighs, almost sounding like he was exhausted. Yoruko crosses her arms again.

“Nah, I’ve been trying to look around though. I just hope nothing bad happens…”

“Same here. We’ll see you around?” He nods his head at her and she smiles a little bit.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you…even without a name. Good luck with your amnesia.” The hostess walks away to explore elsewhere. The two of them then turned towards each other.

“Well that was enlightening…in more ways than one.” Mikado said, and he can see him crossing his arms underneath his cape. He nods slightly in agreement.

“Hope’s Peak seems to be, um…really determined to research talent.” He frowns, pressing his hand against his chest. “And the more I think about it, the more this situation just doesn’t make any sense.”

“Agreed. I fear we may be in more danger than we realize. And to think that Hope’s Peak is willing to go as far as to commit blackmail…” Mikado said, scratching the back of his head. “Hm…There’s another possibility to this, and I fear it may be one of the worst options out there.”

“Oh, what’s that?” He tilts his head at him, not really grasping Mikado’s train of thought. The wizard pauses, staring down at the ground before looking back at him.

“I’m afraid I’ll be keeping this thought to myself.” When he gaped at him, Mikado’s mask shifts into its giant smile and shrugs. “No offense, my dear. But I’d rather not cause a panic based on a guess that has no evidence to back it up.”

“…Can you at least tell me something?” He asked. He didn’t think Mikado would share his thoughts on what’s happening at the moment. He’s been open so far but it might be just because he liked talking to him or maybe he didn’t think twice about what he’s saying. But…still. “What…kind of life did you live?” The wizard stared at him, the expression of his mask not moving at all. “You seem…out of touch with what’s popular, which, you know, isn’t odd by itself. Maybe you really are the kind of person who doesn’t care about that stuff. But then you mentioned wizards getting persecuted for their magic, that you need to give up your soul to use magic, and then you said you’ve ‘never been in a school environment.’” He hesitates before staring at the mask, trying to make eye contact with his friend. “Are you…okay?”

“…I think you’re looking too deeply into this, my dear.” Mikado said, his tone almost carefully flat. He gulps, wondering if he had pried too deeply. “I was mostly joking.”

“Joking?” He stared at the wizard in disbelief. “None of that stuff sounds like a joke. And you’ve been honest with me since I’ve woken up. I…” He lifts his hand up, even though he didn’t know what to do with it. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Because you’re my friend.” Mikado blinks at him, which was at least some sort of reaction.

“…You seem to be able to connect the dots better than I expected. I’m almost impressed.” The wizard said, blinking at him again. “I’m fine. Really. I was mostly pulling on Ms. Nijiue’s leg about trading your soul for the use of magic, and while I’ve never been to a school before, I’ve learned everything I could on my own. As for the persecution…” Mikado tilts his head, his large smile still plastered onto his mask. “They no longer bother me.” He stared, feeling a shiver go down his spine as he tried to comprehend the implications. Mikado pauses before straightening his back and turning his gaze towards something off to the side. “Don’t look now, but it seems we have an audience.”

“Huh?” Despite what Mikado just said, he turns around dumbfounded. Apparently, someone was watching their whole conversation and drilling holes into their heads. That someone has a small but masculine frame, wearing a school uniform that had a teal blazer, gray pants, brown loafers and a black and yellow striped tie. His messy curly blonde hair that was tinged with green at the ends swayed in the wind, and he was glaring down at them with dark gray eyes, gripping onto the railing tightly. Unnerved at the hostile attention, he leaned over towards Mikado, who had moved to stand next to him. “Uh, did we do something wrong?”

“Not that I know of.” Mikado said with a shrug. “I recognize him from the Monocruise. He was trying to talk to one of the girls when I decided to leave the ship.”

“So…he’s a classmate?” He asked, and Mikado shrugged again. He frowns before bringing his attention back to their classmate, who seemed to realize that they’ve noticed him staring. Or rather, glaring. He hesitates, wondering if he should go over and introduce himself or leave so he can catch his fellow student in a better mood next time. But Mikado didn’t seem to be willing to talk about his past beyond little comments and vague details, so he decided to drop the topic and focus on his classmate. Steeling his nerves, he walks across the bridge and up the stairs. The boy’s eyes never left his, and now that he was closer, he could see that his eyes had stars in them and he was wearing a spaceship backpack. He tried to give his classmate a friendly smile. “Uh, hi! I’m your classmate, but uh, I don’t have a name at the moment. Amnesia and stuff. But hey, you can tell me yours, if you want?”

“…To think you have the audacity to approach me as a male. What a disgusting sight.” The boy said with a surprisingly deep voice, squeezing his eyes shut, clutching his chest and rubbing at his head. His own jaw dropped at the response. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting some sort of hostility from him with how he glared at both him and Mikado, but he definitely wasn’t expecting this. “What were you doing with the wonderful Lady Yoruko? Certainly nothing good with scumbags like you.”

“Huh?” If his jaw could fall to the floor, it would by now. He tried to wrap his brain around this boy’s words, his mind clinging to a certain word that stands out. “M-Male…why, uh, I don’t even…what?”

“Oh dear. It seems we have a misandrist in our midst.” Mikado said, near instantaneously appearing behind him. He jolts at his voice but immediately relaxes when he realizes it was just the wizard. The boy, on the other hand, looked like he had swallowed a lemon. “Which is ironic, considering you seem to be male yourself…unless I’m mistaken?”

“…Unfortunately, yes, I am.” The boy crosses his arms, looking off to the side. “But I am so sorry if I upset the both of you. You see, I’m a being that exists solely for women, so I consider males to be insignificant as pebbles in the street.”

“Wow….uh, okay.” He said, mostly because he had nothing else to say. This conversation hasn’t even lasted five minutes and he was already starting to get exhausted. “I’m guessing you’re not willing to talk to us about the situation we’re in, are you?”

“Hmph…” The boy still refuses to look at him directly. But to his surprise, he kept speaking. “We were told to go to a certain location and then suddenly found ourselves on a deserted island.”

“Oh, so you’re not completely clueless.” Mikado said, crossing his arms with flat eyes.

“Of course not! I’m not useless like the rest of you males.” The boy said with a scoff and any sort of appreciation he had immediately disappeared upon hearing him speak. Did he really have to tack on that last sentence? “I can’t say for sure, but I think this might be a kidnapping case or something.” His jaw dropped again, both for the possibility and how casual the boy brought it up as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“K-Kidnapping?!” His voice rose without really meaning to and he could sense Mikado cringe behind him. He glances at him to see how the wizard was taking in the information, but he didn’t seem surprised. In fact, his mask had shifted back to its giant smile, instead of the wide eyed expression he expected. The boy smiled, still calm as he pointed to the sky.

“There’s no way the school would do something this crazy…Maybe somebody figured they could make some easy cash by ransoming off some of the most talented people in our country, so they kidnapped us.” His reasoning made a lot of sense, even if he didn’t remember his own talent. The boy huffs, pouting as he crosses his arms. “I’ve been kidnapped a lot, so I should know.”

“Hold on, shouldn’t you be more concerned if you’ve been kidnapped so many times? How are you calm?!” He asked, frantic as panic grips his heart again. But then Mikado put his hand on top of his shoulder and he jolted at the touch. The wizard didn’t let go, though, and instead squeezed his shoulder almost gently.

“Calm down. The situation we’re in is unknown but the worst that has happened is that we don’t know how we got here.” Mikado said, and the boy rolled his eyes.

“At least one of you is able to keep your head on straight, for he is right.” The boy’s pout turns into a normal frown. “Realistically-speaking, nothing bad has happened since we’ve arrived, nor are we caged or restrained in any way.” And then, for the first time since they talked to him, he smiles and pats his chest. “I’m just trying to make the best of it.”

“I, uh…I guess?” It didn’t make the situation any less worrisome now that he was aware of the possibility of a mass kidnapping.

“Just because we aren’t locked up in cages doesn’t mean the situation is any better. For all we know, if we did get kidnapped and our kidnappers are allowing us to roam freely, then they must be confident enough to think that we won’t be able to escape from their nefarious plans any time soon.” Mikado reasoned, which he pretty much agreed with. The boy, on the other hand, groaned and face palmed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Ugghh! Being forced to talk to males gives me a headache…Neither of you even bothered to introduce yourselves!”

“…Uh, I did. I just don’t know my name and talent due to my amnesia.” He recalled, which made the boy open his eyes and pause. He stared at him for a moment before averting his gaze with a simple ‘oh.’ Mikado sighed, slumping his shoulders.

“If you give us your name and talent, I will give you mine. Then we can be done with this poor excuse of a conversation.” The wizard scratches the back of his head in exasperation and apparently that was enough encouragement for the boy to engage.

“Fine. But only because you are actually making some sense. I’m the Ultimate Spaceman, Yuri Kagarin. Do yourselves a favor and remember that.” Yuri, after what felt like hours, finally gave them his name and he never felt more relieved in his short existence of lost memories. They can now finally leave this conversation!

“Mikado Sannoji, Ultimate Wizard. Now-” Mikado grabbed a hold of him and he yelped when his feet suddenly left the ground. “Goodbye, Mr. Kagarin.” And with that, the wizard flew off at a speed that made him scream in fear, leaving Yuri in wide eyed bafflement.

[femsolid]

"One student admitted she missed class one day simply because she felt “too ugly to be seen in public.” The other women in the class accepted this claim without surprise, secure in the knowledge that if you’re a woman worrying about how you look, you’ll always be in good company. After offering the obligatory reassurances that she wasn’t ugly, they patted her on the shoulder with gentle understanding.

A couple of weeks before one of these groups was set to leave for a tropical location, the teacher asked his students to write reflections on whether they were prepared for their trip. Out of the seven women in the group, five wrote that they weren’t ready because they had hoped to lose weight before leaving. They seemed more worried about how their bodies might appear than whether they had sufficiently reflected on the work they hoped to do during their trip. Not one man in the group wrote about his body “not being ready.”

How much more time do we spend getting ready for work every day compared to our male colleagues? When one of my most beloved mentors told a group that she wore a scarf every day because her aging neck was “too hideous to be seen,” why didn’t we question that type of talk?

A few years ago, I received an email from a Canadian woman who saw a TEDx talk I gave about beauty sickness. She confessed that she almost didn’t attend an important fundraising function for a children’s welfare organization because she felt she looked too fat in her clothes. After reframing her feelings in terms of beauty sickness, she decided she would “let her looks be a sideshow to who I really am.” This choice made a real difference in her life and in the lives of others. “If I hadn’t gone,” she wrote, “I wouldn’t have met some incredible people. I wouldn’t have bought raffle tickets to help children living in poverty be able to go to camp this summer. I wouldn’t have offered my time to help organize next year’s event.”

As a culture, we face a terrible loss when an entire group of promising citizens is spending so much time worrying about whether they are beautiful that they risk letting another generation go by without seeing the changes they hoped to see in the world. This obsession with appearance—this beauty sickness—turns women toward the mirror and away from a world that stands to benefit from a refocusing of their passions and efforts. How might women’s lives be different if they took the energy and concern aimed at their own appearance and aimed it out at the world instead?"

- Beauty Sick, Renee Engeln

[ririreader]

There’s No Sun Without You

Blurb: Remus and a fellow teacher at Hogwarts have a close friendship. After a misunderstanding, he must decide exactly how close he is willing to be. Angst. Fluff. Smut. The usual. I love reading comments from all of you— hint hint :)

She pushed the door open with her foot, balancing two frosty mugs of butter beer and a large stack of books in her arms.

“Evening, love!”

Remus glanced up from his desk. He set his pen aside, immediately breaking into a large grin. He stood quickly, rushing over to her to help.

“Evening, darling. What’s all this?”

She blew a piece of hair out of her face, kicking off her boots and shutting the door with a bump from her hip.

“Thought we could use a nightcap! I had to grab some books from Hogsmeade so I figured I’d make the trip worth while.”

She fluttered around his office, a little jumping bean of energy. He watched her with a small smile. She removed her coat and scarf, draping them over an armchair. Finally, she turned to him with a huff and a smile.

“Shall we?”

They made their way to the small couch in his office. With a casual flick of his hand the fire roared to life. He handed her a drink, settling in next to her and grasping his own with two hands. She held her glass out to him, and he met it with a clink from his own.

“Cheers.” They said in unison.

He settled back with a smile, resting his head on a long finger. She sipped her drink, then a thought seemed to cross her mind.

“Oh! I almost forgot.”

She reached into her cleavage, startling him a bit. She produced a vial filled with clear liquid. She gave him a devilish grin.

“Didn’t have any hands left.”

“Do I want to know what it is?”

She studied the vial with a furrowed brow.

“I asked the bartender for two shots of his strongest liquor. Didn’t think it wise to inquire any further.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“What if it kills us?”

“Then it was our time to go, Remus.”

She waggled her eyebrows, eliciting another laugh from him. He made no move to take the vial.

“Oh, come now, Remus! It’s been warmed by my bosom and everything.”

“Well when you put it that way,” he grumbled comically.

She pulled the stopper out with her teeth. She took a large swig then handed him the vial. He sighed heavily, reluctantly taking it from her and eyeing it.

“Bottoms up, I suppose.”

He finished the liquid, grimacing with a large exhale.

“That. Is vile.”

“The vile vial: our devious undoing.”

They laughed, settling back into the couch. She brought her knees to her chest, sipping her drink. She loved sitting with Remus. Something about him was so calming. He took a long drink and looked at her, head resting on the back of the couch. She laughed.

“What?”

“You’ve got a foam mustache on top of your regular mustache. It’s very sporting.”

He licked at his top lip, barely cleaning it. With another laugh she reached forward, collecting the foam with her thumb. His body tensed a bit as she touched him. She pulled her finger back, sucking the foam off. When she looked at him, his jaw was clenched. A beat of silence passed. He cleared his throat.

“How was your day?”

She recovered from the slight trance she had been in from his intense gaze.

“Fine. I hate Draco Malfoy and you can tell his father I said so.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes and taking a drink.

“He’s a little shit.”

“Isn’t he?! Christ, I want to flick him in the nose every time he speaks.”

“Lucius would be on you in seconds.”

“Hopefully it’s mommy dearest who would be on me in seconds.”

She gave him a wink. With a chuckle he shook his head.

“You’re horrible.”

She watched him swallow, the vein in the side of his neck jumping. Why was that so alluring to her? She kept her gaze on his neck.

“What about you? Fun day? Any fourth years try to seduce you?”

He snorted. “Bloody fourth years.”

“If one more tries something, I think you achieve some sort of sexy Professor bingo.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Sexy?”

She felt her cheeks heat. Her hands froze with her drink hovering at her mouth. She sputtered for a moment.

“You’re obviously attractive, Remus.” She grumbled into her mug.

He considered this, humming deep in his throat.

“I think they just see me as a maimed animal they want to comfort. You know how teenage girls like to rescue things. Perhaps I’ll have Dumbledore cast a Protection Charm around me.”

“They’d claw their way through.”

He sighed. “Probably.”

A moment of silence passed.

“Anyway,” he began, “the closer they get to me the less they’ll want me. So perhaps I don’t need a Protection Charm.”

“Why do you say that?”

He looked at her with a confused smile.

“My face.”

“What about it?”

He opened his mouth, a few strangled sounds leaving it as he found his words.

“Well… it’s… it’s quite ugly.”

She spit her drink back into her mug. Her face was a mixture of bewilderment and horror.

“What in the world would give you that idea?”

He looked embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably and crossing his legs. He cocked his head at her, slightly irritated.

“It’s all cut up.”

“So?”

“Well it’s not as if it’s pretty.”

His frustration bled through his words.

“Is the constant swarm of teenage girls trying to seduce you not enough proof of how horribly incorrect that is?”

“Enough, y/n.” His voice was a quiet warning.

His cheeks were flushed. He looked away from her, shaking his head. His fists were clenched in his lap. She couldn’t believe how convinced he was of his ugliness. How could he not see what literally every other person in the world saw when they looked at him?

“Remus.” She said, voice soft.

He didn’t look at her. She leaned forward, speaking to the side of his face. He leaned his weight onto his elbows. A piece of his hair fell into his face. She sighed.

“For what it’s worth: I find your face quite lovely.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“I like the scars. I even have favorites.”

She reached out and touched the scar above his eyebrow. He jerked away, standing abruptly.

“Do not touch me.”

She snapped her hand back, startled.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Remus.”

He walked to his desk, back facing her.

“I think you should leave now.”

“What?!”

“Leave!”

His voice was a deep boom, making her jump. More than anything, it frightened her; she had never seen him so much as annoyed, let alone angry. She stood and rushed out the door, leaving her boots and mug behind.

When the door clicked shut, he hung his head. He didn’t wipe the few hot tears that ran down his cheeks.

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A week passed. She avoided him. She felt humiliated for some unknown reason, and couldn’t stand the thought of facing him. She had settled into her living quarters the following weekend, candles lit and a hot mug of tea resting in her lap. She was curled up in bed, attempting to focus on her novel and not how furious Remus Lupin had sounded the weekend prior.

She heard her office door open in the chamber outside of her bedroom. She cocked her head, confusion crossing her face. It was after 10PM. There would be no reason for someone to be in her office. Whoever it was came to stand outside of her bedroom door. There was a soft set of knocks.

“Come in!”

The door opened slowly, a head peering around hesitantly.

Remus. Looking extremely uncomfortable.

“I have your boots.”

She tongued her cheek, staring at him.

“All right.”

He hesitated, seemingly at war with himself over entering her room. Finally, he seemed to lose some internal battle. He entered, shutting the door softly. He held up her boots sheepishly. She cocked her head to the chair near the door. He set them down, placing his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor.

“Can we talk?”

He looked ashamed. And slightly frightened. She considered him a moment, sighing.

“All right, then.”

She rose from bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked to her sitting area. She sat on the couch, looking up at him expectantly.

“May I sit?”

“Of course.”

He walked over, face still at the floor. He flicked his hand, lighting the fire. He sat as far away as the small couch would let him. She glanced at his lap. His hands hung between his legs. They were shaking.

“I owe you both an apology and an explanation.”

She remained silent, willing him to go on. He sighed loudly, tousling his hair. Strands fell messily in his face. He had shadows under his eyes.

“I apologize for how I spoke to you. You’re my best mate, but you’re also a woman. An extremely kind woman. And I am appalled I ever raised my voice at you.”

He rested his head in his hands.

“I’ve never raised my voice at a woman before. It was a disgusting thing to do.”

He dug his fingers into his scalp, tugging at his thick hair. He looked like he would rip himself to shreds if he could. A stab of pity stung her chest.

“I know how I look, and I know you know, too. And it felt like you were making fun of it— telling me how attractive I am when you know it’s not true.”

She made a noise of protest. He held up a hand, silencing her.

“Please just let me say this.”

She closed her mouth, jaw clenched. He seemed to choke on the next words.

“Part of me had hoped that if I just pretended not to look the way I do… if I just acted as if the scars and the marks weren’t real, they wouldn’t be. That maybe, somehow, you wouldn’t notice. Because you’re so pretty, and it’s so obvious. And it’s so obvious that I’m not like that. But I thought maybe if I just didn’t draw attention to that fact you would—I don’t know— forget. But then you touched them. And then there was no denying that they were real, and that you saw them. And I just thought: well, there goes my chance. Now she really knows for sure what you are. No recovering from this. And I knew you must be so disgusted by me, by how I felt beneath your fingers. I just… I just panicked.”

She was staring at him, mouth hanging open. A tear ran down her cheek. He had hunched over, burying his head in his lap.

“What…”

She trailed off, attempting to collect herself. He was rubbing his forehead against the back of his hand, the movement anxious and manic.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He paused, cocking his head to look at her. His eyes were bloodshot, irritated with unshed tears. His face was lined with confusion.

“You, Remus Lupin, are a fucking idiot.”

He made a choked noise in the back of his throat.

“What?!”

She climbed into his lap. His sucked in a sharp breath, seemingly terrified of her. She glared at him, silent. He swallowed, throat bobbing nervously. She grabbed his face, running her thumbs over his scars. He attempted to jerk his face away from her, but she snapped him back to face her. Her eyes bore into his as she leaned forward and kissed the scar above his eyebrow. He let out a near silent whimper, transfixed by her. She held eye contact as she kissed the scars at his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Both of them were trembling against one another. His chin wobbled as he watched her.

She pulled back and stood, assessing him.

“Take your shirt off.”

“No.”

Jaw set, she climbed back into his lap. She grabbed the front of his shirt, attempting to pry the buttons of his dress shirt apart. He grabbed her wrists. She fought against him. The two struggled with one another. Both had tears running down their cheeks. Finally, she thwarted his movements and ripped his shirt open, the top few buttons snapping off and falling to the floor.

His hands fell limp at his sides, defeated. He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, finally allowing himself to cry. His body shook against her as she finished unbuttoning his shirt.

“Don’t look at me, love.” His voice was miserable.

“I never stop looking at you, Remus.”

She tugged him by the hair, forcing his eyes to meet hers. She pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing it to the floor and leaving herself naked before him. His mouth dropped open. He let out a long, shaky breath.

“Look at you…” he said, voice filled with awe.

She felt his cock harden. He just stared, blush deepening by the second.

“I can’t… I shouldn’t touch something so beautiful. I’ll ruin it.”

She shook her head sadly, resting her forehead against his. She guided his hands to her waist. They shook violently as they grasped her, gently, hesitantly. She leaned in and kissed him, lingering at his lips. He sighed against her. After a moment, he kissed her back. She ran her hands over his chest, making it a point to trace the raised scars.

“You feel amazing, Remus.”

He whimpered against her lips, tightening his grip on her waist. He was shy with his kisses, his tongue barely brushing against her own as she opened her mouth. She tangled her fingers in his thick hair, relishing the feel of it between her fingers. She had imagined running her fingers through his hair what felt like a thousand times. The real thing far surpassed her expectations. He kissed her neck lightly. She moaned, throwing her head back and grinding into his lap.

His grip tightened further. He seemed to be battling with himself. There was still a leash on his actions; he held back as if waiting for her to change her mind.

“Take me to bed already, Remus.”

His body stiffened, movements halting. He looked up at her with worry.

“I’m not worthy of that. I’d be nothing but a regret.”

She kissed him, silencing his protests.

“Listen to me, Remus Lupin.”

He shut his eyes, brow furrowed. She kissed his forehead.

“I love you.”

He hung his head, shaking it vigorously.

“No you don’t. How could you?”

She kissed his cheek.

“I love you.”

She kissed his neck.

“I love you.”

She kissed his lips, mumbling a final “I love you” against them. His entire body was shaking.

“Do you love me?” She whispered.

After a moment he nodded, keeping his eyes fixed to his lap. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Then do something for me.”

“All right,” he said, voice strangled.

“Take me to bed and show me how much you love me.”

He groaned, grabbing her and standing with her wrapped around his waist. Their noses were touching when he spoke.

“Do you mean it?”

She kissed him. “Yes.”

“You swear it?”

“I swear it.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, panting. Finally, he let go. He kissed her hard, hands grasping her ass as he carried her to the bed. He set her down gently, stepping back and studying her for a moment. His hands went to his shirt. He paused, shutting his eyes hard. With clumsy, shaking hands, he removed his shirt. He stood, seemingly awaiting to be taunted. She took him in, mouth practically watering.

The fact that he didn’t understand his beauty would be comical if it wasn’t so devastating. His chest was muscled, lightly defined and covered with raised pink scars. Hair dusted his chest and the skin below his navel. Narrow hips were defined by a light v in his olive skin. His trousers hung low.

She just stared at him. He squirmed under her gaze, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“Remus…” she croaked. She cleared her throat.

“Take off your pants and get in this bed.”

His gaze darkened. He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down his hips, kicking them off. He crawled over her, resting his weight on top of her. For a moment they just looked at one another. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed the tip of her nose.

“My girl?” He whispered.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

He grinned, kissing her softly.

“Forever, then.”

He shifted his attention to her neck, kissing and nipping at it lightly. She groaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts against his chest. He moaned in response.

“I’m going to go mad if you’re not inside of me soon.”

He hummed against her neck. “Patience, little one.”

He began kissing his way down her body. He grabbed a breast with one large palm, lazily dragging his tongue over it.

“You have beautiful nipples.”

He sucked one into his mouth, groaning.

“These… I could take my time with these.”

He repeated his ministrations on the other nipple. He kissed between her breasts. She whined in anticipation. He kissed her stomach, rubbing his face against it.

“You know. One night, we were sitting on the couch and I was cracking my knuckles.”

“I recall the evening.” She said, breathless.

“It was close to the full moon, so I could smell everything. Your soap was already driving me mad. And then you got so wet.”

He made his way further down her body, stopping between her legs.

“It was all I could smell. And I loved it. My head was spinning over it. So I just kept cracking my knuckles.”

He grinned evilly from between her legs. She let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re a bastard, Remus Lupin.”

He kissed the inside of her thigh.

“Why did you react that way?”

“I like your fingers, you cheeky jerk.”

He ran his finger along her pubic hair lightly. She shivered.

“Why is that?”

She groaned in frustration, thrusting her hips toward his face.

“Because I think about them doing things like that.”

“Like what?” He played dumb.

He ran his thumb over her clit.

“Like that?”

He slid one long finger inside of her, making her screech.

“Like that?”

“Fuck, Rem.”

He twisted his finger, pushing deeper. He swore lightly when he felt her clench around him.

“What about this?”

He slid a second finger inside of her. She sucked air in through her teeth at the stretch.

“Something like this, maybe?”

He flattened his tongue on her, taking a long, slow lick up her center. He growled at the taste of her and she moaned, tugging him closer to her by his hair. He sucked at her clit, looking up at her with hooded eyes. His fingers pumped at a torturously slow pace. Her thighs shook around him. He kept his eyes on her.

“I’ve wanted my head between your legs for so long, y/n. You’ve no idea.”

She was a whimpering mess. She reached a hand down to run a thumb along the scar above his eyebrow. She shut her eyes and rubbed the scar, riding his face languidly. His eyes hooded. He was surprisingly turned on by what she was doing. He gave a particularly hard suck, encouraged by her actions, and she stiffened. She came shaking against his mouth. His brow furrowed in surprise as he worked her through it with his tongue, breathing heavily through his nose. She was whimpering his name, borderline incoherent. When she finally relaxed, he chuckled from between her legs.

“I’ve hardly been down here for five minutes.”

“Consider it a testament to your talents.”

He kissed up her body, hovering at her mouth. He was still panting. She twirled a piece of his hair around her finger, smiling lightly.

“I’ve the most gorgeous man in the world in my bed right now. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

He shook his head with a sad smile. He kissed her temple.

“You are a wonderful, delusional, little thing.”

His cock was hot and hard against her stomach. She could feel precum leaking onto her skin. She groaned.

“Let me taste you, Remus.”

Now he was the one to groan. He licked the shell of her ear.

“If that mouth goes anywhere near my cock I’m going to embarrass myself.”

She grabbed at his length, causing him to hiss and jerk his hips.

“Please. Just a taste.”

He sighed, rolling onto his back. She propped onto her elbow at his side, stroking him slowly with her free hand. He scrunched his face, thrusting gently into her hand. She licked at one of his nipples. She kissed down his chest, licking at the various scars. Gripping him, she gave a small lick to his tip.

“Shit.” He breathed.

She sucked him into her mouth, pushing her head down until he hit the back of her throat. He let out a loud shout. She bobbed her head, letting him grind against the back of her throat. His hand tugged at her hair hard enough to sting as he moaned.

“Your cock tastes so good, baby.”

She went to suck him again and he swatted her head, causing a surprised laugh to leave her throat.

“What?!”

“You’re going to ruin the whole evening if you keep it up.”

She laughed, kissing his thigh.

“I’m sorry, darling.”

She made her way back up his body. He ran the tips of his fingers along her cheekbones. He shifted on top of her, settling between her legs.

“Are you absolutely certain, my love?”

She clawed down his back, making him shiver.

“While I appreciate your gallantry, I will literally attack you if you don’t fuck me immediately.”

He laughed against her lips.

“The lady has spoken.”

Taking himself in his hand, he ran the tip of his cock over her core.

“Fuck. Completely soaked for me. Going to drive me mad.”

He began pushing into her. There was resistance at first. He flicked his gaze to her, checking to see if she was okay. She gave him a quick nod. He pushed further in.

“You’re fucking dripping. Jesus Christ.”

He finally bottomed out, a choked whine escaping his lips. She dug her nails into his shoulders.

“You—“ she caught her breath, “you feel perfect inside of me, Remus.”

He moaned softly, rubbing his cheek against hers. He pulled his hips back, sliding out to the tip and slowly pushing himself back in. He shook from the restraint it took to not slam into her perfect little body. She flinched, his size bigger than she had expected. He paused.

“I know you can take it, my darling. Just breath.”

He gave another slow thrust. They both were already covered in a light layer of sweat.

“I know this little cunt is so tight, isn’t it, darling? But feel how well you take me. Feel how wet and ready you are for me. My perfect girl.”

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. He knew it was mind over matter with her; he had to seduce that beautiful brain before he could ever pleasure her body. He licked her lips. His hips moved a bit faster. She began meeting his thrusts.

“That’s it, love. Take me. Such a good girl.”

His praise sent a shiver down her spine.

“Say it again, Remus.”

He grinned at her arrogantly. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, speeding up his pace.

“Good girl, y/n.”

Her nails dug into his back. He licked her throat, one hand gripping her thigh as he thrust into her with abandon. Her hips rose off the bed from the power behind his movements.

“My good girl. Taking this cock so well.”

She was shaking, the knot in her belly already tightening from his words and movements. He leaned back onto his knees, hoisting her hips off of the bed. He wrapped her legs back around him, pounding into her as her back arched.

“Am I fucking you good, little one?” He rasped.

She nodded, feeling close to tears. “Yes.”

“Then let me hear you.”

She groaned, flipping him over forcefully. He looked surprised as his head hit the pillow. She began rocking against him. She felt his cock begin to stutter. His hands gripped her hips. His eyes were trained on her, jaw clenched and sweat running down his temple.

“You’re perfect, Remus.”

He furrowed his brow, a challenge in his stare.

“I’m never going to get enough of this body. I want to fuck you senseless while I run my hands over these scars. Every second of every day.”

Something in him broke, yet mended. She knew what he needed to hear. Her voice was catching as she neared her climax.

“I want my hands all over you. Touching you. I want to taste every inch of you, feel every scar with my tongue.”

He slammed into her now, eyes silver lined.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough. I’ll never have enough. I’ll never stop wanting you. I’ll never stop touching you.”

She emphasized her words by running her hands over his chest, lightly scraping along his scars. A choked moan escaped his lips. She leaned down and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

“Make me come, Remus. Make me come while I touch you.”

He shut his eyes, baring his teeth as he fucked her. She clenched around him. She fell forward, running her tongue along a scar on his bicep as she came. He shouted, coming inside her with a long moan and loud grunt. His body twitched against hers. He could feel her dripping down his cock as she continued to ride him, pulling every bit of pleasure from him that she could.

She collapsed against him, breath ragged. His hands shook as he ran them along her back. Their hearts raced against one another.

“My god.” He rasped.

She kissed at his neck, breathing still erratic. She finally met his eyes. The stayed there, staring at one another and panting, each with a look of awe on their face. Finally, he smiled, straight white teeth on display.

“Afraid I’m a bit smitten.”

She laughed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I love you.”

“I love you, pretty girl.”

He toyed with her hand as her breathing evened out. He was gazing at her ring finger, thinking about the ways he could make it even prettier.

[lostbbygorl]

FATE AND HATE: EREN YEAGER X READER (PART 7)

SYNOPSIS: Y/N tries to learn to love and forgive Eren, and it’s easier than she expected. New beginnings arise for Leo and Emilia. Elijah and Vinnie take their “friendship” to the next level.

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Y/N’s grip on her phone was so strong, it was a miracle the poor thing hadn’t cracked.

 As soon as those words escaped her mouth, she cut the phone call, uncaring of the confused sputtering from the other end. It didn’t matter anyways, because at the moment, everything was a blur and her heart was a drum being beaten so passionately it could burst any second.

 Shaken, Y/N fell on the chair nearest to her, wondering where her impulsive mouth would take her this time. Why couldn’t she ask him if he wanted to co parent? Why couldn’t she say something more vague like “come over, let’s talk”? Now he was surely on his way here, handsome and hopeful and swift as a river.

 And was she crazy, or was she awaiting him?

 He was asking her for a lot. For forgiveness and for love. Once upon a time, Eren was the spear she took to battle. Then, he became the spear that pierced her weakest spots and rendered her immobile, but not without new flowers to marvel at. Could he really live up to his apologies?

 Y/N looked out of the window and saw a gray car stop in her driveway. She saw that gray BMW in her nightmares. A gift from a very proud half brother to a very proud hothead that drove it around the city like it was a golden carriage encrusted with diamonds. Eren practically flew out of the car, his dark hair flying in the air at every sharp turn and jerk of his head. And he wasn’t alone.

From the passenger’s side exited a tall blond man, and from the backseat a raven haired woman in a red scarf. Their faces were unclear, but Y/N didn’t have to see a HD photo of them to recognize who they were. This was a highschool reunion, and some part of her warmed at the familiarity of it all. Deja vu blossomed in her veins at the familiar sight of an excitable, hyper Eren running forward with an ever loyal Mikasa following him suit and a tired Armin blabbering away reasons Eren never allowed to land on his skin.

DING DONG 

The doorbell was the consequence of her impulse. A consequence she had to face. With the deepest breath she breathed and the longest look she gave her mirror, she walked out of her room and thumped down the stairs, each step adding fuel to her anxiety.

 She opened the door to not only three tense friends, but a cacophony of curses, loud exhales, and rapidly spoken tangents.

Eren stood like he was the last one standing victorious in a battlefield. And he stood shirtless in just his gray sweatpants and a black hair tie on his right wrist. Sweat beads had just begun appearing on his toned, ripped body. His green eyes looked like all the stars in the sky had been trapped in them, and his expression was too much all at once. Excitement in his wide, twinkling eyes, unsurety in the pink that dusted his cheeks and surprise in his parted lips. A few sounds left those lips. Sputters and stutters and syllables that were words left unconstructed. Eren Yeager was speechless. A sight rarer than the sun eclipsed.

“ There. You have your queen now” Armin sighed, exhaustion in every syllable of his statement. Without asking, he plopped on the sofa and sighed like the weight of sky had just been lifted from his shoulders as he ran his hands through his hair and wiped his forehead. Mikasa sat next to him with the poise and elegance that Y/N remembered her to always carry herself with.

“ Please tell me right this second you weren’t pranking me on the phone” Eren breathed as he stepped closer to Y/N. He looked her up and down and savored every inch of what he saw like it’d vanish in the air if he looked away.

“ Hello, Y/N” Armin greeted her from the sofa. Mikasa curtly nodded, preferring to watch what would happen next instead. 

“Mom, why’s my chemistry teacher shirtless in our living room? And who are these people with him on our couch?”

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Leo gathered he had nothing to lose when he knocked on the door of Emilia’s gigantic mansion. Nothing could lift his spirits till he saw her again.

Robert Niles opened the door. Leo casually went over to the home of two A list celebrities because he was best friends with their only child. Robert Niles, the rap legend renowned for his unique lyricism and those amber eyes that the fangirls definitely didn’t mind. The amber eyes that Emilia gazed upon the world with. The amber eyes that flashed with hurt at Leo’s ugly words that night at Vinnie’s house. Robert Niles stood 6’3 with light brown skin and a trimmed, dark beard. He had very broad shoulders and a formidable chest. His arms were well toned and strong from years of hard workouts at the gym. He peered down at Leo, and Leo couldn’t tell if he knew of the argument or not. 

“ Leo, come in,” the man politely said as he let him in.

“ Thanks, Mr. Niles,” Leo sheepishly bowed his head. 

It was a house belonging to two of Hollywood’s greatest legends and icons, and the house sang of the achievements of its owners, every inch of it too.

Glass shelves full of awards and certificates and photos. Robert Niles’ first Grammy and all the ones that followed after the first in one row. But the most eye catching thing in the house was the giant family picture on the wall just as you entered the house. Josephine Delton, the modeling legend stood with her head high and her eyes twinkling, her auburn hair up in a crown braided bun and her slender figure donning a sky blue suit dress stood next to Robert Niles, a ghost of a smile on his sharp, handsome face wearing a classic black suit. Both of them with a hand on the shoulders of their unfairly pretty daughter, Emilia, who smiled the brightest out of everyone in the photo and sat with her legs crossed on a dark brown leather chair.

Emilia with a pride that burned like a thousand suns. Emilia with the grace of a swan and the elegance of a rose. Emilia who never once deemed herself superior for her lineage. Emilia who rushed over to his house at 12 AM to help him memorize his geography flash cards because of course that irritatingly bright girl already had them memorized a month ago. He made that girl rethink her place in his heart and life, and that was a crime of the highest order.

He trudged up the stairs till he found the door to Emilia’s room. He’d been here many times before, so why couldn’t he just turn the silver door knob and get in? He heard faint notes of classical music coming from inside the room, meaning Emilia was reading some Victorian novel he’d never heard of before. Nervously, he knocked on the door, ears standing guard awaiting a response.

“ Come in,” Emilia said. Leo could hear the rustling of pages and gentle footsteps getting louder.

Emilia said nothing when she opened the door. She merely studied him with those striking amber eyes of hers, and went back inside her room, though she left the door open. Leo entered the room and closed the door shut behind him. How should he begin this conversation? He hadn’t spoken to her in 2 weeks.

“ Emilia” He started, hoping the rest of the words would materialize in his head somehow. Again, she said nothing as she turned to face him, watching him.

“ Emilia, I’m horrible” He said, feeling those words with every inhale and exhale.

Emilia’s brows furrowed.

“ I’m very horrible. I’m goddamn awful, yes I am” Leo trailed off.

Emilia sat on her bed. How did this girl look so ethereal in an oversized Yale sweater and cotton shorts?

“ And I’m sorry. You already figured that out but I have to say it anyways, don’t I? I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry I ruined your night. I’m sorry I meddled in things I had no business meddling in. I’m sorry for being a bad friend. I’m sorry for spewing such utter bullshit” Leo finished. He sat on the floor, not knowing what else to do and feeling like he’d cross some great boundary if he sat next to Emilia on the bed. Emilia looked down at him from her bed. It was a large, queen sized bed with baby pink bed sheets.

“ Are you gonna say something today or should I just go?" Leo spoke up. At this, Emilia stirred a little bit.

“ Get off the floor” Emilia quietly said, eyeing Leo as he rose to his feet.

“ I blocked Desmond” Emilia licked her lips.

“ That’s none of my business, but I have to say I’m glad you did. I don’t wanna gloat and I won’t pressure you to tell me why you blocked him, but I don’t want you to get hurt by him. I don’t want you to get hurt by anyone else for that matter”

“ I know you don’t, and it’s sweet. But, Leo, the things you said at Vinnie’s house that night were beyond hurtful and I hated it. We all get protective of our friends, but the way you expressed it was just not it” Emilia’s words landed like bricks on his mind. She was right. She always was.

“ I feel like shit for saying those words. I’m so sorry, Emilia. Can you forgive me?”

“ If you promise to never say anything like that again”

“ Of course I promise”

“ Then no harm done” Emilia’s smile was like the first ray of sunshine after centuries of relentless thunder. It took every cell in his body for him to not cry tears of joy. Emilia patted the spot next to her on her bed, and who was Leo to not sit down next to her.

Now there was another matter to see to. Now or never. Yes or no. Fate and chance and hope and everything in between.

Leo was a daredevil. Leo was a reckless idiot. Leo was a melting ice cube in front of  this one eloquent auburn haired girl in a Yale sweater.

“ Leo, why are you looking at me like that?” Emilia raised an eyebrow.

“ Emilia, can I be your boyfriend?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

RING RING

Another phone call. It was Vinnie calling, and Elijah didn’t know if he wanted to pick up. But he did.

“ Vinnie?” Elijah said.

“ So it turns out I’m not going back to England” Vinnie said cheerfully.

Had he heard that right? Was Vinnie pranking him?

“Oh my god, for real?” Elijah jumped at his words.

“ Yeah” Vinnie laughed.

“ We gotta celebrate”

“ Yeah, we do. Come over to my house”

“ Yeah in about half an hour. How’s that sound?”

“ Perfect. I think we have a lot to talk about”

“ We do. It’s been so crazy at home, Vinnie. Mom and Mr. Yeager are gonna go on their first date in 14 years tomorrow. He showed up to our house shirtless with two of his friends and it was so melodramatic. I’ll just tell you everything at your place yeah?”

“ Okay that is way wilder than what I have to tell you but sure, Imma wait”

“ Bye”

“ Bye, Eli”.

~~~~~~~~~

Y/N reached the final stage of dealing with the pages of a bad romantic comedy materializing into real life from yellowed paper: acceptance. And she did it with ease and peace that surprised even her.

When she saw the pure joy flitting across his perfect, chiseled face, she melted. A lawyer to the bone, she picked up on the little details indicating his recent lack of sleep the second he ran into her house. Dark circles that only made his emerald eyes pop more, and a relief so pronounced she could almost see it lift away and vanish from his shoulders when they relaxed when he slumped down on the couch. Relief that she hadn’t changed her mind. Relief that she hadn’t played some sick joke on him.

But she didn’t love him. At least, not yet. It started with small doses of sympathy and a dash of nostalgia and familiarity. Then, it turned to pity and then anger once again. Now, it was forgiveness. For how could she not forgive when remorse was seeping from every praise and apology he repeated with no care for his battered pride? How could she not forgive when longing at its finest form was what danced in his gaze and woke him hours before his alarm could begin going off? He earned her forgiveness, now it was time to earn back her love.

Duty brought them together, but it was love that would have them intertwined. And her love was a treasure worth dying for.

Eren watched the road and drove in silence. His car smelled like his favorite lemon and lavender air freshener. Mikasa always complained that it was too overbearing, but he bought it anyway. He didn’t know if it was because it was his favorite or because seeing Mikasa try to control her anger every time she sat in his car amused him to no end.

His calmness was a facade. It’s not everyday that the woman you love gives you a second chance. Sure, it was for duty. She didn’t want her son to grow up without a father anymore and decided reconciling would benefit all parties, but Eren was sure he could bring those old feelings back. Forgiveness was just the beginning. 

" Fuck, I feel like I’m in high school confessing to her all over over again” He spoke to himself and swallowed, waiting for the red light to turn green. His phone rang, and he saw that it was Zeke.

That was a call he’d pick up later. He didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He just wanted to go home and sleep. Sleep had become a distant memory ever since she walked into his office in those heels and that dress. That very moment where he wanted to stick a pin through his toe, close his eyes for a few seconds and open them again to see if she was still there. He didn’t have to do that though, he opted for capturing her lips with his, and it was definitely her. Soft, warm, and dreamy. Though he wasn’t used to her looking outraged when he kissed her.

 A fancy restaurant was picked. Her choice. Second chances are like a bomb ticking for as long as you’d let it tick, and he wanted this one to tick till the day he died. 

His apartment had never looked so beautiful. The sky had never looked prettier. Life had never been so vibrant. He thought of that for about 2 seconds till he drifted off to sleep. This house hadn’t heard his soft snores in so long.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N felt like a starfish. Probably because of the position she was in. Her arms and legs spread out while she was flat on her back staring at the ceiling.

She said yes to him. It was like high school all over again. Suggesting a place and agreeing on it and then wondering what to wear. How do you start conversations with somebody who left you pregnant 14 years ago?

It took buckets of sweat and promises in a calm voice to finally push Eren out of her door. The disbelief and mirth on his face was priceless. He was forgiven fully. He was getting his first date in 14 years.

 Y/N didn’t know why, but the fact that she was going to begin seeing him again made her feel completed. She was too tired physically and mentally to search her heart and demand answers as to why from it, but she knew she felt whole again. Like her life these past 14 years was a puzzle pieced together enthusiastically with a giant hole in one corner because a single piece was missing. Y/N recalled lying on Eren’s chest as a teenager and talking about her future with him. To grow old with him and marry him and have children with him and live in a fancy house with him.

She grew and she had his child and she lived in a wonderful home, but with his essence and not him. Now there was one little hurdle: Elijah’s disapproval. Would he come around to her plans like he always did? All he did was scream a thousand questions out loud and lock himself up in his room. Now he was at Vinnie’s house, probably planning on staying there for the night. And what was worse was that she couldn’t blame him, or find any energy in herself to reason with him, at least not tonight.

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“ Wow” Vinnie shook his head.

“ Yeah, wow” Elijah massaged his temples and sighed.

“ Elijah, don’t get me wrong, but I think I’m with your mom on this one” Vinnie tentatively started. Elijah shot him a glare, but Vinnie didn’t flinch.

“ Look, she’s right. You do need a father, it’s about time. And, yeah, this guy left you, right? But he never stopped caring and he might’ve died of heartbreak at some point. It never hurts to give people a second chance. In your case, it’s a first chance and a last chance too. I know this stings but like, try and understand what point I’m tryna make here, okay?”

“ No, you’re right. I’m being very harsh on Mr. Yeager. I’m being rightfully harsh on him, but it’s about time I tone that down a bit” Elijah said thoughtfully.

“ Yes, be nice to papa bear”

“ Shut up”

“ Old daddy”

“ Shut up”

“ Pops”

“ VINNIE”

“ OKAY, SORRY THAT’S ENOUGH” Vinnie slapped his knee and laughed out loud. Elijah could watch him do that all day.

“ So, will we ever talk about that night?” Elijah asked.

“ What night?”

“ The night we kissed?”

“ Oh” Vinnie thought for a moment. “ Yeah, let’s talk about that night actually”.

One of the most ironic moments in life is when we plan to start a conversation about a particular topic with such zeal, and then being unable to open the gate separating the mind and tongue.

“ You mean the night I decided I wanna be more than friends?” Vinnie shyly studied Elijah’s reaction to his words. No disappointment. Quite the opposite actually, another kiss. 

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

My dad went to a religious military highschool which gave him a permanent negative view on both. One of the teachers though he was possessed because he had a pet flying squirrel he would keep in his shirt during class

My mom had a pet raccoon growing up in rural Minnesota. In general my mom was an animal whisperer

Only pet my mom had that she was meh about was the tarantula my brother gave her, because it wasn’t defanged so she couldn’t play with it

She wore our 6ft ball python like a belt or scarf, and she would snuggle up and wrap around my mom and she would wear her like that for hours while going about her day. Freaked people out to suddenly see a snake head pop out from her shirt. That snake was also oooold— someone gave her to my brother, and at that point she was a full adult. My brother had her until he had kids and his wife said ok no more, so my mom took her. Pretty sure the snake was older than me by a few years and lived until her 30s

We also had a 10ft red tailed boa constrictor that weighed 45lbs

We had a friend who worked for animal control and called us that they found a 4ft iguana in tree (in Ohio), and did we want it? My mom loved that iguana and it got its own room in the house (briefly shared with a rabbit but of course the two herbivores fought). Oh and i shared a bathroom with the iguana. Our room connected via the bathroom, and that is where he would come to eat, poop on some newspaper, and then wander back to his perch by the window (he had free roam but stuck to his room). He died years later after (we think) eating something toxic, but my mom managed to keep him alive for a week longer by jerry rigging a homemade lizard size mask to an oxygen tank borrowed from my grandfather

One time we also had our furnace go out in the dead of winter, and for the week we were without heat kept all the lizards fish and amphibians alive by warming stones in the oven and then putting them in their tanks, and rotating them to keep all the enclosures up to temp

We had a cat that had kittens around when i was born, and she decided i was part of her litter. My family went with it

One detail that I think encapsulates the… askew nature of my home growing up was that the kitchen clock was always set 10 minutes fast. In theory it was supposed to be a buffer— ten bonus minutes when you are running late.

What it actually did was condition me to automatically subtract 10 minutes whenever i look at a wall clock

[ptergwen]

through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

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“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.

[hops-hunny]

When He Sees Me

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.3k

Request: N/A

Summary:(Y/n) always thought she was too rational for love, until she wasn’t. (Based off of the song When He Sees Me from Waitress)

Warnings: Slight negative thoughts and angst but vast majority fluff and pining! Oh and positive use of the word fat.

A/N:  Fred is a little OOC in this?? But I honestly just imagine him as the type of guy to be sorta whipped if he really falls for someone.

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

(Y/n) had always been a rational girl. In her younger years at Hogwarts, as all her friends began to giggle and blush at their crushes, she kept her nose in her books. Although she was curious of what they were experiencing, the thought never lasted long in her mind due to what her mother had told her from a young age.

(Y/n) was about the age of 6, sitting on the floor near the couch as she colored humming to herself softly. She had noticed her mom was in a bad mood due to her being sprawled out on the couch many upon many empty bottles of alcohol littered the table. She wasn’t sure why her mother was so upset but ever since they had seen her father at the park with her babysitter last week her mom had been in this mood and her father hadn’t been back.

“(Y/n) dear, promise me something.” her mother muttered to her half asleep. The girl turned around smiling at her mom. Her mom gave her a weak smile back as she pet the top of the girls head. “Never give your heart to a man. He’ll only leave it in pieces.”

At the time, the girl obviously had no clue what she meant but the older she got and the more she saw the people in her life get their hearts broken time and time again she had developed a clue. So, she simply focused on anything that wasn’t romance. School, plants, knitting, you name it and that’s what she gave her attention to. Even though it wasn’t a conscious action, it still affected her deeply.

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

Although her friends described it to her many upon many of times, she still found herself absolutely clueless of what feelings of love was like. That's why when she saw him, she was confused by what was happening.

“Oh he’s simply lovely! He does this funny little things with his hands where-” Although (Y/n) was focused on her coursework, she was still listening to Diane as usual. She liked to listen to her friends retelling of experiences with lovers, soaking it in like a cheesy romance movie. She looked out the window needing a quick break from her work. Her breath hitched quietly as she placed a soft chubby hand over her heart feeling as it raced wildly in the chamber of her chest. Her body had a tingling sensation all over that she had never felt before as she felt herself get dizzy.

“W-who’s that?” she said in an airy tone, causing her friend to follow her gaze. There he stood, laughing and joking around with his friends pushing each other around. His ginger locks blew in the wind slightly and his skin glowed in the soft afternoon sun. 

“You mean you don’t know who that is? That’s Fred weasley! He’s like one of the most popular guys in our year. I can’t believe you just asked that.” She snickered some, teasing her friend. She stopped once she noticed the girl who was usually quick to snap back was unusually quiet. She smiled softly at her expression, noticing that look in her eyes. Whether (Y/n) knew it or not yet, she was absolutely enamoured with none other than Fred Weasley.

“I don’t like him. He makes me feel funny.” she said, however the way she looked out the window still said otherwise.

“Funny how?”

“I don’t know, just funny.”

“Like laugh funny or like funny funny?”

“Obviously not laugh funny, are you an idiot?” She asked, glaring at her blonde friend. She looked out the window once more. She noticed him look back causing her to gasp, eyes wide with shock. He winked at her causing her to scoff, pick her things up before shutting the library blinds and run off to who knows where.

Diane laughed to herself as she began to pack her own stuff up to go after her friend. She sighed before running quickly out the library to catch up.

“Ah, young love!”

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With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream?

“For the last time Diane, I’m not talking to him!” she said, slamming her book closed as she tossed it on the table in front of her. Her, Diane and a few of her other friends found themselves in the common room as they usually did on friday nights talking and gossiping about anything that came to mind. Today’s topic of discussion was the girl’s apparent “crush” as they called it. Considering she had nothing to base off of whether that’s what the funny feeling she had mentioned earlier in the week was, she decided to trust her friends in them saying that’s what it was.

“What? Oh come on, give me one good reason why you won’t.” Molly said, facing her friend her sharp green eyes boring into (Y/n)’s (e/c) ones. 

“Oh I can give you a PLETHORA of reasons why not!” the (y/h/h) girl exclaimed as she stood up. She began to pace, trying to rack her brain for good reasons on why not. “Aha! What if he butters both sides of his toast? Or-or what if he asks me too many questions on why I’m talking to him? Or if he’s as popular and well known as you say, what if he takes that as an excuse to ignore personal space boundaries and gets handsy?” 

“He’s a teenage boy, not a serial killer. Someone’s been watching too much muggle crime specials.” Molly said as she rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back into the couch. (Y/n) glared at her friend, letting out an exasperated sigh as she facepalmed. It wasn’t like she didn’t wanna do anything about these feelings. She most certainly did. Whatever would get rid of them the quickest is the route she wanted to take.

“Well, you could always let him know another way!” Ronnie said as they looked up at their friend. “You’ve got so many skills and talents, why not take advantage of it?” Although Ronnie wasn’t very talkative, whenever they opened their mouth they always said something that made perfect sense.

“As per usual Ronnie, you’re the voice of reason. Merlin bless Ronnie for all of eternity!” (Y/n) exclaimed dramatically as she got on her knees, pretending to worship her friend like a god. 

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(Y/n) had been doing just that, making herself known to Fred without making herself known. The (y/h/h) girl had wanted to be anonymous about it, leaving things without her name however Diane pointed out the fact that (Y/n) had “the presence of a ghost” and that “even ghost had more of a presence then her” which meant that even if she did attach her name to the things left Fred would have no idea who it was. Because to be frank (Y/n) was, well, a nobody. 

She noticed this little ‘talent’(if you could even call it that) first year when her teachers would mark her as absent despite her being in the front row of the class and having some of the highest marks. She seemed to fly by unnoticed by all but her small group of friends which they all found funny, especially with Diane being one of the most popular girls in their grade if not all of Hogwarts. 

So, she started off small. She’d leave little notes for him in places she knew he’d find them, usually his first or last class of the day, and his seat in the great hall. She would watch him as he’d read them, flushing sometimes as he read them. However, his usual response was to read them out loud to George, bragging about how a pretty girl was leaving him notes.

“Ah listen to this one, Georgie! ‘Here’s a quidditch tip for you Fred. I noticed that when you’re on your broom you have a habit of going to the right which is why you often get stopped. Try switching it up sometimes! However, that’s not the only thing I’ve noticed. Somehow despite being in that dorky quidditch outfit, you still look just as fit as usual. Yours truly, (Y/n).’” He smirked at that part, a chorus of ‘ooo’s from his friends.

“Although she may be blind to say that, she does know her quidditch! Sounds like a catch if you ask me. I’m surprised she didn’t go for me, the better twin.” George said, choking on his toast as Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

Diane nudged her friend, glancing at her. She laughed as she saw her friend’s round face buried in a book to hide the overwhelming amount of shyness that was overcoming her. Even though this had become a regular thing, she still couldn’t stop the way her heart would race every time Fred would read one of the letters aloud. 

To avoid the notes becoming repetitive, she started to switch it up every once in a while. Baked goods, hand knitted scarfs and gloves, even flowers with meanings behind them made their way into Fred’s ownership. However, the more things he got the more not only him but other people became curious. Who was (Y/n) (L/n)?

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that

Molly was currently trying to catch up to her soft friend, a sympathetic look on her face. “Why not? I think you should just go up to him and tell him! So many other girls have tried, claiming to be you.” she said, catching the other girl’s attention. She bumped into her as the (h/c) girl abruptly stopped. She turned to look at her friend with tears in her eyes causing her to look down at her agape.

“Do you wanna know why I haven’t just gone up to him yet? Do you really?” She said above a whisper as she looked up at her tall friend, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. “It scares me. It scares me even fucking more than what I feel for him does. Fred is just so..he’s funny, talented, popular. Who wouldn’t want him?” she choked out, looking away. “What if when he sees me, he doesn’t like me? Whenever he reads my notes or gets one of my gifts he always mentions how beautiful (Y/n) must be.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with that. Now I see what my mom was talking about.” she said as she walked off leaving Molly confused by the last part of her statement. She frowned hearing her friend’s words but she knew her better than to chase after her when she was upset. She turned the other way, walking quickly in hopes she’d make it to her lecture not too late. However, a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye didn’t go unnoticed but it did slip her mind when she saw her friend later.

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him to

(Y/n) sat in the library at a table by herself. It was a friday, usually she’d spend this time with her friends in the commons. However, after the never ending pestering to just talk to him, to face him she told them she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d be retiring early. It wasn’t a lie, she had completely planned on getting some much needed rest but as she lay in bed tossing and turning her restlessness turned into frustration leading her to read a bit to clear her mind. Reading was what she enjoyed doing when she wanted to clear her mind or simply escape the insufferable reality she was living in. But after she found herself reading the first line to chapter three 10 times she placed her bookmark between her pages, looking out the window.

It was if the universe was taunting her from the sight in front of her. There he stood, talking to another girl from their year. She couldn’t recall the girls name but it wasn’t that important, she was beautiful. She sighed as Fred laughed at something the girl said, patting her head before walking away. ‘It’s better this way. He can’t see you which means he can’t reject you which means you won’t get hurt’ is what she kept telling herself. However if that was the truth, then why did she feel so empty inside?

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(Y/n) laughed along with her friends as they sat in the empty common room. Everyone from their house was Merlin knows where at this time as they all shared their intimate horror stories.

“Oh come on, that did NOT happen.” she said through laughs, eating another chocolate from the box on the table. Her cheeks hurt from the amount she had been laughing. Diane was in the midst of telling what happened during her recent sexual endeavor with some guy from her herbology class.

“I swear he did! His face was green and everything! Next thing I know he was blowing chunks off the side of the bed. I offered to take him to the infirmary but he didn’t hear me through his tears so I just made my exit as swift as possible!” she said laughing as well, face red from how much she had laughed through the telling of the story. They all continued to howl with laughter, someone else’s laughing triggering someone else to laugh even more. (Y/n) was the laugh one left laughing as her friends all began to grow quiet. 

“G-guys? Why’d you stop? Who’s next?” she said, looking at Molly who was on her left and Ronnie who was on her right. 

“Um, don’t look how (Y/n) but Fred Weasley is coming this way.” Diane said, causing the girl to stop breathing briefly.

“W-what?!” she whispered loudly, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah and um don’t freak out, but he’s looking directly at you. No pressure though!” Molly said, giving her a rough pat on her back as she offered the girl a smile. The (h/c) haired girl glared up at her. As Fred grew closer, their voices grew quieter.

“Why wouldn’t that make me nervous?!” she said through gritted teeth as she pulled on Molly’s curls causing the girl to let out a quick ‘ow!’. She chuckled nervously. “Well, we have nothing to worry about! It’s not like he knows who I am!” she said as she relaxed some, closing her eyes as she leaned back. She heard footsteps stop in front of her causing her eyes to shoot open as she looked at the ground. Huh. Those shoes didn’t look like Ronnie’s shoes. Matter of fact, they didn’t look like Diane’s either. Or Mo- oh no. She looked up, arms folded across her abdomen self consciously as she looked up at the man in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

He was in a white shirt, some spots see through from what she assumed was a mix of sweat and water. His flaming hair was mostly dry but damp in some spots and he adorned a pair of sweatpants that made him look quite godly in her opinion. If she had to guess, he had just gotten back from quidditch practice. It was weird for her to be this close to him intentionally. The only time she found herself close to Fred was when they’d walk past each other in the hall or when their classes would go by each other due to a required location change for the lesson. Therefore she had never been able to see the freckles on his knuckles, the barely noticeable acne scars that adorned his forehead, or even the way his Irish spring’s shower gel smelled oh so heavenly.

“I’ve been all around the castle for weeks, months even. I think the main reason it took me so long was not only the fact that I haven’t really seen you up close before, but all the other birds claiming to be you. It was like that one muggle film, what’s it called? Cinderfeller?” he pondered for a moment looking off.

“I-it’s Cinderella.” Ronnie chimed in, giving him an awkward smile. They were all quite stunned. Although they all knew that this wild goose chase couldn’t go on forever, they didn’t expect it to be Fred of all people to approach first. They were sure (Y/n) would reveal herself on her own time but it seemed that they weren’t the only one’s getting impatient with the girl’s excuses and whys.

“Right, thank you. So I set off, making a list of every girl in our year in the castle- with the help of George and Dean of course- and we spoke to quite literally all of them. It was easy to weed out the fakes because they couldn’t answer questions related to some of the gifts I had received. So by the process of elimination that leaves you, love. Are you (Y/n)?” He said, crouching down to her level. As hues of brown met hues of (e/c) it was much too intimate for the girl to handle. She sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“W-well I am a (Y/n). I’m sure there’s plenty of others in the castle!” she retorted letting out a forced laugh, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. Was the common room always this warm? 

“If I recall correctly, weren’t you bragging the other day about being the only (Y/n) in the castle? You said and I quot-” a quick stomp of (Y/n)’s foot on Diane’s caused the blonde to quickly stop whatever she was in the middle of saying. Fred looked down at the (h/c) hair girl with a quirked brow and knowing smirk. She was caught red handed. Without another word, he quickly pulled her off the couch with ease, dragging her along with him. She tried protesting and looking at her friends for help but they all simply waved and smiled at her, making kissy faces and noises. ‘Idiots’ she thought as she rolled her eyes. Fred continued to guide her, the path to where they were going looking awfully familiar until they arrived at the astronomy tour.

“Listen Fred, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know you were probably expecting (Y/n) to be someone who looks like Diane, or hell, even Molly’s dumbass but I’m not. I’m just me.” She began as she walked to the edge, looking off the balcony. “I know now that you’ve seen me you’re probably disappointed. I’ve seen the girls you hang around all the time and they’re bloody gorgeous and-”

“So are you.” he whispered, causing her to whip her head around quickly.

“Pardon?” she responded with glassy eyes. The girl wasn’t too sure why her eyes began to water from three simple words. They weren’t the usual three words that cause or evoke such an emotional response but they felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. Her eyes followed the lanky guy as he walked over to her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ear as he interlocked their hands. Long, skinny and defined calloused hands meeting her soft thicker but smaller ones.

“So. Are. You. Beauty is such a fluid thing. There’s no one way to be beautiful, lovely. Museums have many unique and beautiful forms of art and so does life.” He let his hands wander on her sides, gliding up and down her love handles, waist, and hips. He took one of his hands to tilt her head up oh so gently. “If you were a sculpture, you’d be made of the finest of marble by the most talented of sculptors. Hell, if I wasn’t so bloody bad with art I’d sculpt you myself but I don’t think I’d be doing you much justice. It’d be a monstrosity.” he said, shuddering at the idea of him doing anything art related. (Y/n) found herself giggling at that.

“If only you applied this verbiage to your coursework. Perhaps you’d actually be doing decent.” she remarked as she continued to laugh. Fred gasped a bit before joining in as well with his own laughter. As the laughter died down, he lifted a hand caressing her cheek, thumb sweeping across the smooth skin. She found his eyes to see they were filled with adoration. “Fred Weasley, are you whipped for me?” she spoke softly as if she had said it any louder, that he’d simply disappear.

“I have been since the first time I saw you.” He responded, his own cheeks flushing a bit with a light crimson. She looked at him puzzled a bit before her eyes widened slightly.

“You remember that? That was months ago!” she noted. He grinned at that, pulling her closer.

“Of course I do. Imagine my delight when I found out that beautiful girl who slammed the blinds shut on me happened to be the girl my heart was slowly going out to with every note and kind gesture you sent my way. Merlin is definitely on my side.  Although I must be honest,” he looked away for a bit before lookin back at her. “The list was a huge help, but I also couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the hallway that day. However I knew then wasn’t the right time to approach you, I assumed you would’ve just been more upset over the fact I was eavesdropping a bit.” he mumbled. She opened her mouth to question what conversation before she recalled what she had said to Molly that day in the hallway.

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with myself. Now I see what my mom was talking about.”

“Hearing you speak so lowly about yourself upset me quite a bit. I wanted to plan out what I was going to say a bit more and also make sure it was actually you.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things about myself. I usually don’t say such things like that, I’m very confident in the way I look. To me, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous but I know everyone isn’t so open minded.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground. “I’m also new to this whole feelings thing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”

Now, it was Fred’s turn to become speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears, he had the honor, no, the privilege of being the first guy to be such a sublime goddess of a woman? He felt his ears heat up and he knew he had to look absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t blame you, I am one hell of a guy!” He said, flexing his arms as he flashed her a cheeky grin. (Y/n) scoffed some, shoving him away as she rolled her eyes playfully. She pondered for a second before standing on her tippy toes planting a kiss on his cheek...or at least that’s what she had planned. Fred being Fred turned his head last moment wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed his lips into hers. She gasped softly, chills running up her spine again as her body tensed.

Even this was her first time having a kiss, she could tell this was a feeling she’d be craving nonstop. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Fred down to her height. The ginger boy smirked into the kiss, trailing his hands all along her soft frame practically melting at the feeling. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, cupping the pillowy flesh between his large hands causing the (y/h/h) to moan softly. The Gryffindor pulled away, biting and pulling her bottom lip along with him.

“So, I have a question for you then…”He started, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt the warmth of his minty breathe hit her face as she looked into his eyes expectantly. “Do I really have a tendency to go to the right when I play quidditch? Because in my opinio-”

“Fred! Really?!”