#pleaaaaase it would be so good ...

[summer-oil]

i can’t believe i have to say this but pleaaaase don’t go sending asks to other blogs about whether we’re ”on bad terms” or not 😭😭 what the actual hell

[ethosiab]

i know people like the idea of welsknight being a good and model knight, with helsknight being the opposite of that, but i find it a lot more interesting if they both think they themselves are the pinnacle of knighthood, with the other being a horrible example of what a knight is/should be.

Wels is a good and noble person, but he's impulsive. Adherence to a code is lower on his priorities than, say, protecting innocent people. He thinks hels is a bad knight because he's a bad person, and lacks morals. ("You say I'm not the real deal but what good have you done?")

Hels is a good knight. He is certainly not a good person. He upholds his code and ideals, with a blatant disregard for the lives of others. He doesn't respect Wels' status as a knight because Wels is a "coward" and avoids killing people ("You call yourself a knight yet you've never slain a foe").

[licorishh]

Hey as a super introverted but not shy person I'd just like to say the jokes about extroverts "adopting" introverts to "get them out of their shell" are actually completely unfunny and it just goes to show how little respect a lot of y'all have for the fact that we genuinely don't want excessive social interaction and that y'all are forcing us to do something that brings us extreme physical and mental discomfort because you perceive our introversion as a failing rather than as purely a difference in personality.

We don't need your "help" to socialize. We're not children. We're simply not interested in spending every waking second of our lives talking to people and being talked at in return.

[trollsluvr]

Clay and viva are soooooooooo traumabonded. I like to think they met while escaping the tunnels, they didn't even know eachothers names, they just knew they both didn't want to let go and that they both couldn't stop crying......sniffles....tears up a little thinking about it...................

[tiramissyoucake]

"Reader who fucking despises Mark Grayson but is an Invincible superfan"

Dude pleaaaaase write a small story to that, image reader even being a bitch or somewhat a bully to mark, but he can't even take her serious since shes wearing his merch

"fuck you looking at?"

"um, is that... an invincible keychain?"

"yeah. So what? Wanna choke on it?"

"no, I uh... Looks good."

– 💪🏽

This is less a story and more a ramble because GGRRRR I LOVE THIS IDEA I hope u like this <3

Mark is never going to live down the loser allegations because he knows deep down, he's too excited to be on the receiving end of your hatred.

But the thing that really made him fall in love with you is when he saved you as Invincible one day from a collapsing building, and you looked up at him with an expression he's never seen on you— god you looked so in love with him he almost ripped his mask off and revealed it was actually him all along.

You were always so... guarded around him, glaring at him and calling him a weirdo for staring at you too long and scowling whenever he'd have to talk to you, your disgusted gaze made him feel so small (regardless of whether he was taller or not) and he'd immediately look down and fidget with his hands.

And now, the tables were turned, he sets you down nearby and watches you under the guise of concern for a citizen, you were actually flustered this time, thanking him with a stutter and looking anywhere but at him as you fixed your clothes and your hair, under the layering and accessories he caught a glimpse of an Invincible shirt, god you were so cute.

"Anything for my biggest fan." He gives you his best smile while pointing at your shirt, an embarrassed laugh escapes you as you try to cover it with folded arms. "Again, thank you...! I really admire you and everything you do for the city...!"

He could die happy here and now, this was the first non-hostile exchanged he's ever had with you and you didn't even know it was with him of all people; Mark, the loser comic geek from your school.

He gave you a casual salute before flying off to deal with the rest of the threat, he could feel your gaze following him, ever since then he's been on cloud nine.

The following days since then, you're more freaked out by his behaviour, he's staring way more than he usually does. You had to restrain a groan as he approached your locker. "Hey, (Name)? I wanted to ask—"

"Thought I told you to fuck off, Grayson." You immediately responded, you could recognize that infuriating unsure tone anywhere.

"Well— I was gonna ask if you have a partner for that biology project?"

"... uh-huh, and why would I partner up with you?" You shut your locker, readjusting your bag on your shoulder.

Mark blinked before continuing. "Wh- Uh, well... because we're in the same biology class? And we.. both don't have partners?"

"Never noticed you there." Ouch, okay. Not the worst he's heard from you. "I have a partner, bye."

"Wait! Seriously..? I asked everyone and no one—" Mark paused when you groaned and whipped your head to look at him. "Can you stay out of my damn business?! My answer is no, go beg for another partner, creep!"

Your response left no room for an argument or a reply, and neither did the annoyed expression on your face. Mark raised his hands in surrender and watched you turn away, mumbling profanities about him, something something 'fuckin' geek'

He would've been dejected but he saw the cutest miniature figure charm of his hero alter ego hanging off the zipper of your bag, swinging back and forth with every step you took and he immediately remembered that cute timid girl who thanked him oh so sweetly for saving her life. He was sure if he peeked into your locker, he'd see posters or pictures of Invincible hung up for either moral support or pure admiration.

Your back was turned to him as the smuggest smile made its way onto his lips, you'd be wrapped around his finger soon enough, he just needed to play a little waiting game- him and his 'good friend' Invincible got all the time in the world.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can you do aemond x reader x cregan ?? Reader has a thing with aemond b4 the dance, but after aegon is crowned, she goes with jace to the winterfell and ends up with cregan ?? 🖤♥️

Request: Cregan smut pleaaaaase

A longer fic for Cregan is in the work (Jacaerys twin!Reader), but these take more time to write...so be patient

Warnings: 18+, smut, implied cheating (sort of), oral (f receiving) 

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Cregan Stark wasn't immune to your charms. It didn’t take him long to fall under the spell of the Queen’s daughter, captivated by your breathtaking beauty and fierce determination. 

Since the day you and Jacaerys landed in Winterfell, you and the northern Lord had many occasions of getting physically closer, but Cregan refused to engage in anything with someone who was already promised to another. He didn’t want that kind of trouble. 

Yet, he found himself drawn to your presence, unable to deny the stirring of emotions you awakened within him whenever you were around. He felt drawn to you in a way he had never experienced before.

But control was more difficult when he had a few cups of wine at supper. 

Cregan stopped at the junction of the guest wing and his private quarters, the flickering torch lights casting shadows on the stone walls of Winterfell. ‘’I should not accompany you to your chamber tonight, Princess,’’ he said, his voice thick with restraint as you walked through the corridors.

‘’Why not?’’ you asked, raising an eyebrow as you stepped closer to him. ‘’You agreed on a cup of wine.’’

‘’I did. But I'm afraid I will not be able to resist to temptations if I am alone with you,’’ Cregan admitted, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of desire and hesitation. ‘’And I cannot give in to such desires.’’ 

You chuckled softly, leaning against the cold stone wall and looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. ‘’And what’s so wrong with a little temptation?’’ You paused for a moment, your gaze wandering over his tall frame, taking in his rugged features and muscular build. You bit your lower lip gently before continuing. ‘’Is the Lord of the North not allowed to indulge in pleasure?’’ 

Cregan's breath hitched as he struggled to keep his composure. ‘’I am allowed to indulge in pleasure, Princess. But you are already promised to another man,’’ he said, the long silver hair and black eyepatch of Aemond Targaryen flashing through his mind. ‘’Giving in to my desires would make my people question my honor toward others.’’

Your feelings for Aemond had once been true and pure, which led to your betrothal. It was also a good way to unite the families. A date had been set for your wedding and ravens had been sent through the realms announcing the big day, but your grandsire died and Aemond became a traitor to the crown. It didn’t surprise you that he stood by his brother’s side. Aemond had always been loyal to his family, it was part of who he was. What surprised you was the raven the Greens sent to Dragonstone to summon you to King’s Landing and bend the knee to their new King. 

Saying goodbye to the person you once loved was difficult, but you could not see yourself at the side of someone who supported the man who stole your mother’s throne. 

‘’Aemond Targaryen supports the usurper. Our betrothal is no more. I belong to no man,’’ you declared. 

Cregan leaned closer to you, his body only a few inches apart from yours. His eyes roamed over your features, lingering on your lips before returning to meet your gaze. ‘’Does he know?’’ he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You slid your hand up the thick leather of his chest, feeling the warmth of him beneath your touch. ‘’Who I bed is no longer his concern.’’

Cregan held his breath as you touched him, holding back from pressing himself to you against the wall and crashing his lips on yours. ‘’Gods, Princess, you drive me mad with your words,’’ he confessed, his voice a low growl.

You pushed your teasing further, feeling his self-control about to snap. ‘’Are you afraid of taking a princess to bed, Lord Stark?’’ 

The control he had tried to maintain snapped. Your words and touch awakened something within him, igniting a fire that he could no longer keep at bay. A soft gasp left your lips as Cregan closed the distance between you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you. His strong hands found their way to your hips, gripping you tightly, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, pressing you firmly against the cold stone wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, both of you lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting you were in a corridor where anyone could walk by.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his body pressed against yours and tangled one of your hands into his dark hair, your slender fingers running through it as you held onto his broad shoulder with the other. Cregan’s grip on your thigh was iron strong and possessive. 

He wanted you. 

He pushed his body even closer to yours, his lips leaving your mouth and trailing down your jawline, to your neck, where he began to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin there. You wanted to tear his clothes — and tear your clothes — and see if wolves treated their women better than dragons.

‘’I think we should take this to your chambers, Lord Stark. How scandalous would it be if anyone were to their Lord with the Dragon Princess?’’

The door echoed as it shut behind you. Without losing any time, Cregan pulled you in another kiss as he began to disrobe. You unbuckled your own cloak, letting it fall off your shoulders, and helped Cregan with the buckles of his leather doublet. Why were there so many? 

Once you were both out of your clothes, he carried you to his bed. Depositing you gently on the soft furs before joining you, pinning you beneath him. The fire in the hearth was keeping your naked body from shivering, and casting a soft glow on your skin. You felt the press of Cregan’s cock against your thigh, hard and warm, and reached for it, air catching in your throat at the size. 

The Northern Lord trailed kisses on your hot skin and moved further down your body until he was lying on his stomach, using his elbows to keep himself upright. He gently parted your legs, his fingers brushing over the inside of your thighs as he took in the beauty of your pretty pussy, his mouth watering for a taste. 

Cregan placed a kiss on your mound, smirking when he heard you gasp softly. His lips moved lower, and his eyes drinking in your every reaction, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping your lips making him even more determined to drive you wild with pleasure. He was going to show you how men kiss their women in the North. 

Soon, you were mess on the furs as he tongue licked and teased your pussy. Your legs were folded to expose you more, and Cregan kept a tight grip on your trembling thighs. Your back arched from the bed, accompanied by a loud whine as you reached down to grab his hair and guide his face closer to you. 

‘’Kessa! Lua doing bona!’’ (Yes! Keep doing that!) 

The High Valyrian words had spilled from your tongue without realizing. Although Cregan didn’t understand a single word, he assumed he was doing a good job and continued working skillfully with his mouth to bring you to the edge of madness.

He swiped his tongue over your swollen clit, relishing in the sounds he was drawing from you. He loved hearing the moans and gasps that escaped your lips, knowing that he was the one causing them. 

You rocked your hips into him, practically riding his face, and Cregan moaned, his cock twitching — and leaking — between his stomach and the furs. ‘’Needy, are we, Princess?’’ he teased, his voice low as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. 

Pulling on his hair again, you forced his mouth back on you. ‘’No more talking.’’

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[high-dragon-bait]

Pleaaaaase Zevran and Lucanis 💖

Note: I got the request for Zevran and Lucanis A LOT. So there will almost certainly be more banters between them. I'm still grasping Lucanis and am rusty with Zevran, so consider this a trial run as I feel out their hypothetical dynamic. Enjoy!

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Lucanis: The worst crow in history standing at my side. 

Zevran: So it seems. 

Lucanis: I should kill you.

Zevran: Yes, you very much should. 

Lucanis: The crows' reputation never truly healed from your humiliation in Ferelden. 

Zevran: Humiliating for you, perhaps. That story ends very well for me. 

Lucanis: Are you really going to argue perspective while I debate your life? 

Zevran: Seeing as you haven’t killed me yet, why not? 

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Zevran: So, how much did you cost? 

Lucanis: Three-hundred sovereigns. Starting rate. 

Zevran: My that is impressive. I was a mere seven. 

Lucanis: Your talon agreed to contracts worth only seven sovereigns!?

Zevran: Oh, it is contracts we are discussing. 

Lucanis: What else could we be discussing? 

Zevran: How much we were purchased for of course. 

Lucanis: You were… purchased?

Zevran: From a pen of brothel bastards. Where did the crows buy you?

Lucanis: House Dellamorte does not purchase our fledglings. You are born. Or you are chosen. I was born. 

Zevran: Ah. This explains so much. 

—-

Lucanis: I was not aware any crow houses still purchased recruits. 

Zevran: But, of course, it is the simplest way to find them, no?

Lucanis: No. The simplest is to scrape the gutters of Treviso. Plenty of far more willing recruits to find there. Free of charge. 

Zevran: So purchasing children is beneath you, but feeding off the desperate is not? 

Lucanis: With how many fledglings already never reach the rafters, I’d rather not waste the gold. 

—-

Zevran: What did the training of the first talon entail, Lucanis? 

Lucanis: Torture. 

Zevran: Yes, obviously, but what kind of torture did Caterina favor? 

Lucanis: Beatings. Starvations. Often combinations of both. 

Zevran: You are not good at being specific, you know that? 

Lucanis: Once, I’d been challenged to starve in a windowless stone cell for an entire moon. At the end of the third week, the servant tasked to bring me only water and a new chamber pot left the door unlocked. 

Lucanis, cont: I waited, but no one returned. I dared to venture out to where Caterina stood on the other side. She scolded me for falling into such an obvious trap and used her cane to break every bone in my arm. 

Zevran: Ah, there is the difference. My talon would have taken the whole arm. And never provided a chamber pot.

Lucanis: Fewer hands hold fewer knives. Making for a more poor assassin. 

Zevran: Another difference. It seems your grandmother lacked not only discipline but creativity. 

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Zevran: Why did your cousin not simply kill Caterina? 

Lucanis: She is family. 

Zevran: So? 

Lucanis: The world is made only of enemies and contracts, family is all that matters. Caterina taught us that. He could not even use his own hands to kill me. He could never harm her.  

Zevran: If he cannot put aside such feelings for a contract, he is a terrible crow. 

Lucanis: Yes, he is. 

—-

Zevran: It surprises me, Lucanis, that I have never heard tales regarding the Demon of Vyrantium’s skills in the art of seduction. 

Lucanis: I do not practice that... art.

Zevran: What!? Is it not one of the greatest skills of a crow!?

Lucanis: I was taught the heart was a target. Not a toy. 

Zevran: There are many ways to strike at a target, you know.

Lucanis: But not all of them so needlessly cruel. 

Zevran: Cruel? If you know someone is on the last night of their life, you might as well help them enjoy it, no?

—-

Zevran: What is the longest you can last with your head held beneath water, Lucanis? 

Lucanis: Eight minutes if I can manage a gasp first. Six if I cannot. 

Zevran: Ah-ha! I can manage nine minutes with a breath, and seven without. 

Lucanis: With how much you like to talk. I do not believe that for a second.

Zevran: Fine. Meet me in the baths tonight, and I’ll prove it. 

Lucanis: And I’ll prove you wrong. 

Zevran: I knew you could be fun. 

—-

Zevran: So, if you have any questions regarding the techniques I showed you- 

Lucanis: Don’t. 

Zevran: -Or require another demonstration. I am happy to oblige. 

Lucanis: Stop. 

Zevran: That is not a no I hear. I’ll be waiting. Patiently. 

[jarofstyles]

Pleaaaaase do a little size kink blurb where he teases her about not being able to take it all miss jars

Ok because you asked so nicely 😚

Warnings- size kink, slight degrading, soft dom h, pet names, teasing etch

Patreon

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“I dunno, pet.” His hand stroked over her side as she laid spread out for him, resting his cock over her tummy. “It’s a bit too big for you, don’t you think?” Rocking against her, she whimpered as her eyes went down to see the ruddy head of his cock leaking slightly over her skin, hard and obviously aching.

“I can take it- I can do it, I promise.” Her pleads were slightly pathetic but he knew what he was doing. Harry knew what it did to her when he spoke to her like this.

Harry was big, one of the biggest and thickest she had ever taken. It did take her a bit to adjust but she could do it. He caught on relatively quickly though, just how much she loved it when he teased her about it. Taunted her, made her squirm. He was so sweet in his words but the sparkle of slight evil behind his eyes let on that he enjoyed making her whine and whimper for it, wanting to make her beg.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He clicked his tongue, fisting his cock as he dragged it back down and tapped the tip against her clit. Hips jolted as she let out a keen, hands fisting the sheets as she watched his intent eyes look at their joining. She was drippy and wet, embarrassingly so as she felt it down to her ass, but Harry had been teasing her for a while now. “Such a tiny cunt. As much as I’d love t’stretch your holes out, I love you a bit too much… I don’t want my girl hurting.”

“It hurts now, I’m empty!” Stomping her foot on the mattress, the needy girl felt herself huff, eyes tearing up as she felt frustration boil over. “I need it, I need it inside of me now. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t care if it hurts, it’ll feel good.”

He cooed, bless him, smearing his cock through her folds as she threw her little tantrum. Getting her to this point was always fun in his eyes. “Y’need it that bad, sweet thing? Poor little angel baby is crying for cock.” His lips pursed in a pout, his free hand wiping away a tear. “Proper tantrum because your cock hungry little hole feels empty. Should’ve known, though. You like it when it hurts.”

“I do, I just need it. Please, give me it. I’ve been good, haven’t it? I’ve been so good and you’re being so mean.” Her babbled cries made him grin, letting her buck her hips up and rub herself against him, smearing her arousal all over his cock. Getting her brainless like this was his favorite thing to do.

“Okay, darling. Okay. I know you’re greedy. Cunt’s gone all sloppy and wet. Nasty little thing y’are.” He crooned, notching the tip over her entrance. “Let’s try just the tip first. I’ll give you a taste, and if you’re good and your hole can take it, maybe I’ll give you a few inches.” His hips slowly pressed in, letting the bulbous tip breach her. Popping in and making her breathing quicken, more tears falling down her cheeks. Sure, it hurt a little. It usually would with him- but it was what she needed.

“Thank you, thank you, I need it.” She rambled, hand lifting to his arm and nails digging into the skin as her stomach jumped with each breath.

“I know you do. My sweet little angel of a girl, I always forget how greedy you are for my prick until it’s in you.” Soothing strokes were given to her cheeks, the guise that he didn’t love making her a wreck playing well on his face. “Let it stretch you for a little bit, pet. Sit pretty and let yourself drip all over it before I ruin you even more.”

[artslovergirl]

Stanford!art as a secret admirer pleaaaaase

hiii! sorry this took me literally a month to finish i am still not very good at keeping a drabble a drabble and this one really got away from me but i promise in the future that hopefully wont be the case....anywhoo! enjoy! (ty for being my first request ever!) also shoutout to diya for helping me a bit with characterizing art having a crush on someone! mwah!

admittedly, art felt like a creep. not enough to stop sneaking glances at you across the lecture hall but definitely enough to feel hot shame crawl up his neck whenever you would accidentally meet his eye contact.

he quickly glanced away and stared back at the blackboard, trying to pretend that's what he had been looking at all along.

he began fiddling with his pen, pushing the plastic end of it nervously against his lips. he could feel your eyes on him for a few moments longer before turning back around to face the professor.

great. now you probably actually thought he was a creep. which is not exactly how he planned your first form of contact to go.

...alright, to be fair, he never had an exact plan in the first place? but "make awkward eye contact" wouldn't have been a part of it. that's for sure.

he was a little out of his element here. stanford was a hell of a lot bigger than mark rebellato was.

back there, most of the girls knew him, sometimes even liked him already or he had patrick as his wingman. (or when it came to tashi, competition.) but here? he felt so unsure all of a sudden. it felt like all of the experience he had with dating seemed completely useless.

when he first saw you, he was still pretty infatuated with tashi. but that doesnt mean he didnt notice how hot you were. as more time passed the more he realized that tashi and patrick were apprently locked in (go figure the dude finally learns commitment just in time. read bitterness.) and the more he saw you, the more he heard you talk in class, the more he saw you laugh with your friends, the more you wouldnt leave his mind. not to mention how fucking smart you were. well, are.

the lecture ended and as always you were one of the first people out the door. you were always in a rush. or maybe you just had another class all the way on the other side of campus?

he wondered what your major was. he wondered if you knew he played tennis. he wondered if it would even impress you if you found out. he hoped it would.

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art was sitting in the cafeteria stabbing his fork into his salad that consisted of like 70% veggies and 30% eggs.

he had to say, he was definitely getting sick of eggs at this point. he took a small sip of his gatorade.

usually, he drank blue, but he decided to try red today. maybe because it was patrick's favorite flavor or maybe because he needed at least a little change in routine.

unfortunately, as he went to place the bottle back down on the table, he almost knocked it over as soon as he suddenly noticed you standing by the vending machine. and then turning around. and.. walking towards him? holy shit.

at first, he thought you would just walk past him, but you stopped at his table. he didn't know if he believed in god, but at that moment, he certainly felt like a favorite.

"hey," you smiled politely, "sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a quarter? that thing doesn't seem to take nickles." you nodded your head towards the vending machine at the entrance of the cafeteria.

"uh." his brain tried to play catch up. "um, yeah, let me check." he let out a small chuckle so he wouldn't sound so nervous, but it sounded more like he was wheezing. he pulled out his wallet, ripped apart the velcro, and checked. he silently celebrated when he noticed he did, in fact, have a few quarters. "yeah, how many do you need?" he looked up at you. his cheeks felt hot.

"oh, just one is fine." he nods, and suddenly, in front of your presence, it seems a lot harder to properly grab the quarter from his wallet. he does manage, though, and as he hands it to you, he feels your fingers brush against his palm.

as if transferred from your fingertips to his palm it felt like a surge went through his body, traveling through his arteries and sparking at the tips of his fingers and toes. you hand him your nickels in exchange. before you could turn to leave, he quickly interjected, "we're in the same class, right? english literature?"

he didnt know where he was going with this, he just wanted to keep talking to you.

your eyes flashed with recognition.

"oh, yeah! art, right? you sit behind me?" you knew his name. "yeah, yeah, that's right." he nodded, his fingers drummed against the table. there was a short lull in the conversation as he desperately tried to grasp for anything to talk about that wouldn't seem like he was hitting on you (even though he kind of was.)

"so, uh, this is actually good timing because i've been sorta meaning to talk to you anyway?" his lips pulled into a familiar charming lopsided smile.

"oh, really?" you tilted your head. "yeah." he nodded, his hand going to fidget with curls on the back of his neck that stuck out of his backwards cap.

"i, uh, need some help with some of the material, and, you know, you're so good-"

"oh, i'm not that-"

"nah, c'mon no need to be modest," there's that grin again, "i don't think i've ever seen you get a question wrong."

you huff, feeling embarrassed at the unexpected praise, "well, it's literature, so it's all interpretation, it's hard to be outright wrong."

"see, that answer just confirms it." he says.

you chuckle, finally giving in and accepting the compliment. "so..you want my help then?" he nods. he really prayed you would say yes because this was really his only plan on how to get to know you.

you mulled over it for a few seconds. then you nodded. "yeah, okay, let me give you my number and we can figure out the details later. i got another class in like-" you glanced back at the clock, "shit, 3 minutes."

you hastily ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook scribbled a number on it and left it on the table. "oh, and thanks for the quarter!" you yelled back (even though you didn't even get to use it) before booking it out of the cafeteria. guess he was right about you always being in a rush.

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4:58 pm. 2 more minutes till you'd knock at his door. art did another once over of his room. now he wasn't exactly a messy guy but he had to admit his dorm had never been this clean before. actually maybe it was too clean...would you think that was weird? like would you think he was a neatfreak? girls probably weren't into that.

he began messing up his bedsheets just a little so it wouldnt look like he had just spent the past three hours obsessively cleaning every inch of his dorm. even though thats exactly what he did.

it was a pretty small room but you'd be surprised how long it can take to clean if you're doing a real deep clean. not to mention the pain in the ass that doing laundry in college was.

he did all of this because, keeping true to your word, you did make plans with him to help him out with some of the reading.

you : does 5pm on saturday work 4 u?? :-)

art : Yeah, I'm totally free!!

(in hindsight the two exclamation points were probably a bit much.)

just as he was about to check out his hair for the 5th time today, there was a knock on the door. he glanced at the little digital watch on his wrist. 5pm sharp. wow, you were punctual. was it weird that he found that hot?

art quickly brushes a few unruly curls that were sticking out of his backwards cap away with his fingers before moving to open the door.

---

"so, what's the exact stuff you're having trouble with?" you peered at him from his bed, which you were sitting on, which he was being very cool about.

you had asked him if it was okay to sit there after you had exchanged a few pleasantries and then chatted for about 10 minutes.

it was mostly about class at first, then turned into more personal topics. you asked him if he was on the tennis team, because of all the..well..tennis gear in his room.

he nodded and told you about his tennis scholarship. you chuckled and said you had never really watched any matches at stanford so far, but you'd like to see him play.

he really tried to not seem overly enthusiastic about that but he did tell you the exact time and date of his next match.

apparently, you thought the sport seemed "really impressive". ( i.e. you were impressed. i.e. you were impressed by him playing tennis. or that's at least how he heard it.)

then, after he found out you were an english major, which wasn't a surprise, you finally brought up the topic of studying.

he spun in his desk chair, to face you.

"just some of this..interpretive stuff...i feel like i never know what the professor wants to hear from me." he tapped the end of his pen against the book he was holding. "well.." you shifted into a cross-legged postion, you were wearing shorts and he was trying really hard not to stare at your legs.

"you probably shouldnt be thinking about that in the first place, you know, what the professor wants to hear? you should think about what you actually got from the book." he knew this was pretty standard advice but when you said it, it sounded like the most intelligent, world-changing thing he'd ever heard.

"riiight...what if i didnt get anything from it?" he smiled sheepishly, leaning his head on his hand. you scrunched up your nose and playfully rolled your eyes, "oh, come on, how can you read classic literature and not get anything from it? i don't believe that."

you scooted forward a little. a little closer to him. a nervous chuckle left his lips, his gaze swept back and forth between you and the book before settling on you.

truth be told, he was doing fine, at least grade-wise, and even if he wasn't, it wasn't like he was striving to become an english professor, he mostly decided to take this class on a whim. but the part about struggling with interpretations was true, it just maybe wasn't necessarily a dire enough situation to require your help...

"well, maybe youre not asking yourself the right questions before you read." you hummed, gently tapping your finger against your leg. "can i see your notes?"

art panicked a bit at that. he wasn't sure why, but suddenly someone looking at his notes felt oddly intimate. you would be able to read the bits and parts of the book he regarded as important enough to jot down. what he liked. what he didn't like. perhaps it was a little intimate.

he tried to play it casual, though, and nodded as he handed you his english lit folder. his nerves only got worse the longer you took to read through them.

then suddenly, you smiled and nodded a little bit before looking up at him again. he prayed that you couldn't see the way his heart was trying to escape his ribcage right now.

"you know, you couldve just asked me out."

before his brain could even process that sentence, his mouth seemed to go into immediate action to splutter out some kind of denial in order to salvage this, "what? i- no, no, that's not- i mean, seriously why would-"

"i mean, i wouldn't have said no. like you didn't have to pretend to need my help. you clearly don't need it-" you gently tossed his folder back onto the desk. "-plus you're cute."

he didn't move for a good few seconds until he finally caught up to what had just happened.

now, this would've been the moment where he would've liked to be really cool and smooth in his response, but instead what happened was: "um..so then are we..like are you.."

in his defense you kind of caught him off guard. like completely. he had had a plan. how the study sessions would transition into friendship, and then maybe, hopefully at some point would transition into dating. he was a patient guy, really, and you had just skipped like...everything.

"are you free tomorrow?" you asked, as you stood up to grab your bag. wow, you were really taking the wheel at this point. and he discovered that he had shockingly little problem with that.

"uh, yeah, yeah i'm free..like all day." he did have training in the morning but he truly would skip it just this once if it came down to it.

"2pm?"

"sure."

"i'll text you?"

"okay."

"so..it's a date?"

you had stood up from the bed and were suddenly already on your way out. probably because you could tell he needed a minute.

"yeah, a date." he nodded with a (almost lovestruck) smile he hadn't even noticed had snuck its way unto his lips. you reciprocated with an equally excited grin, "cool."

before he knew it, the door had clicked shut, and he was alone again. he felt warm.

"cool."

[r3dcherri3s]

If you plan to make a part 2, pleaaaaase don’t maybe reader forgive Nat so easily. Natasha needs to work for it. It should take her AT LEAST a couple weeks for her to get forgiveness! And reader should be just as cold to Natasha and she was.

you literally read my mind 😝🤞

Annoying? part 2

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem! reader

warnings: angst, arguing, blood loss, someone gets shot, happy ending??

word count: 5.3k

part 1

Two weeks had gone by since the confrontation in your room, and Natasha grew more miserable by the minute. She watched you from afar, your avoidance like a knife twisting in her gut.

You were determined to keep your distance from Natasha. Every time she tried to approach you, you found a way to slip away, avoiding any direct interaction. Natasha's attempts at small talk were met with cold silence or a quick nod before you walked off. Each ignored greeting and avoided gaze cut deeper into Natasha's heart, her regret growing with each passing moment.

"Good morning, Y/N," Natasha said one day, trying to sound casual as you passed her in the hallway.

You didn't even look at her, your expression unreadable as you mumbled a barely audible "hi" before quickly walking away. Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

"Hey, Natasha," Steve called, jogging up to her. "Everything okay?"

She forced a smile. "Yeah, just... complicated."

——————

A few hours later, Steve called everyone into the meeting room to go over their recent mission. Natasha walked in, scanning the room until she spotted the empty seat next to you. Without hesitation, she made her way over and sat down beside you. You stiffened, feeling her presence acutely, and shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

"What is she doing? Is this some sick game?" you thought to yourself, your mind racing. "She wanted me to leave her alone, and now she won't leave me alone."

The more you thought about it, the more convinced you became that Natasha was messing with you, making fun of your emotions. The thought of her toying with you was too much to bear.

Unable to sit still any longer, you abruptly stood up, causing a few heads to turn in your direction. You moved to the other side of the room and sat down next to Wanda, who gave you a curious look but didn't say anything. Natasha's frown deepened, her heart sinking at the sight of you moving away from her.

As Steve started the meeting, Natasha's mind was elsewhere, her thoughts consumed by the gap between you. She stole glances at you, her heart aching with the need to make things right, but the walls you'd built seemed impenetrable.

Wanda leaned in and whispered, "Are you okay?"

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, the chair was broken and it felt uncomfortable to sit in."

Wanda looked skeptical, she knew you were lying but didn't press further. Throughout the meeting, Natasha tried to focus on Steve's words, but her gaze kept drifting to you. She couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, knowing that she had driven you away and unsure of how to bridge the gap.

As the meeting concluded, you stood up quickly, eager to escape the room. Natasha watched you go, her resolve hardening. She knew she had to find a way to break through to you, to make you understand how much you meant to her.

You continued to ignore Natasha for the rest of the week. Natasha didn’t think it would take this long for you to forgive her. She thought she could just apologize and things would go back to normal, that you would be at her side by now talking about some random thing you found interesting. Natasha didn’t realize she missed all those things until they were gone.

The next week, still nothing. She barely saw you around the building anymore. Natasha was getting angry. Why were you being so stubborn? She apologized! Shouldn’t that be enough for you? She didn’t understand why it was taking you so long to forgive her. She had snapped at you way before that mission and you returned to normal the next day, so why wasn’t it happening now? She didn’t intend for you to leave her alone forever when she yelled at you. She thought things would be fine the next day. Oh, how terribly wrong she was.

——————

Sometime during the fourth week, Natasha finally saw you again in the kitchen, and the sight stopped her in her tracks. You were leaning against the counter, engrossed in a conversation with Wanda. Your face was lit up with joy, a genuine, radiant smile gracing your lips. You laughed, the sound ringing out and filling the room, and Natasha felt a pang in her chest. She stood there, transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from you.

You looked so... so happy. Happier than she had seen you in what felt like an eternity. Natasha's gaze traced the way your eyes sparkled as you talked about something, your hands gesturing excitedly. Her heart twisted painfully as she realized she hadn’t seen you this alive and vibrant in so long.

An unfamiliar sensation churned in Natasha’s stomach, something she hadn't felt ever in her life. Jealousy. Why did you look so happy talking to Wanda?

The jealousy gnawed at her, turning into a dark, resentful ache. She had pushed you away, and now she was paying the price, watching from the sidelines.

Natasha's emotions swirled, a tempest of regret, anger, and sorrow. She furrowed her eyebrows, her jaw clenching tightly. She couldn’t bear it, the realization that she was the one who had driven you away. The pain was almost unbearable.

Unable to take it any longer, Natasha turned sharply on her heel and marched to the training room. She needed to clear her mind, to find some way to exorcise the turmoil that raged within her.

——————

In the kitchen, you continued your lively conversation with Wanda, your laughter filling the space. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha stood in the doorway for a moment, her expression unreadable as she watched you. Wanda noticed Natasha immediately but chose not to say anything, observing the tension in Natasha’s stance and the flash of hurt in her eyes before she turned abruptly and walked away, her movements rigid with anger and frustration.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, glancing from the retreating Black Widow to you. She motioned subtly towards Natasha's retreating form, and you followed her gaze, catching a glimpse of Natasha's back as she disappeared down the hallway. A frown creased your forehead, and you quickly looked away, your expression turning somber.

"Y/N, what's going on between you and Natasha?" Wanda asked gently, her voice filled with concern. "I've noticed she's been more of a grump than usual lately, and I haven't seen you around her much anymore."

You sighed deeply, the weight of the past weeks pressing heavily on your chest. "It's... it's complicated, Wanda."

Wanda's eyes softened as she leaned in, her curiosity piqued but her approach gentle. "Tell me about it. Maybe I can help."

You hesitated for a moment before the words came tumbling out, the dam of pent-up emotions finally breaking. "Natasha yelled at me. She called me a liability. She said I could’ve put us both in danger. It was during that mission. I just... I didn’t know how to react."

Wanda’s frown deepened, her eyes darkening with sympathy as she listened. "When did this happen?" she asked, her voice soft but firm, urging you to continue.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "It was after a mission from a few weeks ago. Things went sideways because of me, and she just... she snapped. Told me I was clingy. But it wasn't just about that mission. She's always been like that with me, but I guess I was too blind to see it."

Wanda listened intently, her expression serious. You could see the concern etched in her features, and it gave you the strength to continue. "I always thought she was just being her usual self. Tough, distant. I didn't think she found me clingy or annoying until that mission..”

Realizing how she truly felt about you... it made you want to throw up. How had you been so stupid? You were so blinded by your feelings for her that you automatically assumed she was fine with you following her everywhere like a lost puppy.

The words poured out of you, each one laced with regret. "So, I decided to give her what she wanted. Space. I've been avoiding her, trying to stay out of her way. But it hurts, Wanda. I like her so much."

Wanda’s eyes softened with understanding. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. That must have been incredibly hard to hear. But are you sure that’s what she really wants? People say things they don’t mean when they’re angry or scared."

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill. "I don’t know anymore. I thought I knew, but now... everything is so messed up. She apologized, but it didn’t feel sincere. And I can’t keep putting myself in a position where I’m just a burden to her."

Wanda reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm. "You're not a burden, Y/N. Maybe Natasha is struggling with her own feelings, and she doesn't know how to handle them. But you deserve to be treated with respect and kindness, not like a liability."

You wiped at your eyes, nodding slowly. "I just don’t know what to do. I thought giving her space would make things better, but it’s only made everything worse. I miss her, Wanda. But I don’t want to force myself into her life if she doesn’t want me there."

Wanda gave you a reassuring squeeze. "Take it one day at a time. Maybe it's time to have an honest conversation with Natasha about how you feel. It’s clear that this is affecting both of you deeply."

You took a deep breath, considering Wanda's words. The thought of confronting Natasha terrified you, but you knew she was right. If there was any hope of resolving this, you had to face it head-on.

"Thanks, Wanda," you said, managing a small, grateful smile. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Wanda smiled back, her eyes full of warmth. "You'll figure this out, Y/N. And no matter what happens, I'll be here for you."

——————

Five days. It had been five days since that conversation with Wanda. The days dragged on, each one an echo of your turmoil. You were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, each more confusing than the last. You wanted to talk to Natasha, but what would you even say? How do you forgive someone for using your own insecurities against you?

You sat in the quiet of your room, the only light coming from the moon that seeped through the curtains. Shadows danced on the walls, a silent reminder of the chaos inside your mind. You hugged your knees to your chest, burying your face in them. The silence was oppressive, almost as if it was mocking your inability to make a decision.

"I'm so confused," you mumbled to yourself, the words barely audible in the stillness.

Wanda's words replayed in your mind, over and over. She had made you think, made you question everything. Was Natasha messing with your feelings? Or was she being genuine? The uncertainty gnawed at you.

There was really only one way to find out. You had to ask her yourself. But you were stubborn, mostly scared. The thought of confronting Natasha terrified you. What if she was just messing with your feelings? What if she laughed at you? The very idea sent a shiver down your spine.

Yet, there was a part of you, a small, hopeful part, that believed in her. What if she was being genuine? Could you forgive her? Maybe. But forgiveness wasn't easy. It required trust, and trust was something you were struggling to find.

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of your indecision pressing down on you. You stood up, pacing the room in an attempt to clear your mind. But the more you thought, the more tangled your thoughts became.

"Whatever," you mumbled, glancing at the clock. It was 2:00 AM. You needed rest; you had a mission tomorrow. You laid back down on your bed, eventually drifting off to sleep. The next morning came quicker than you liked. You shot up from your bed at the sound of knocking outside your door. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you got up and opened the door. Your eyes went wide, and your body froze.

"Natasha..?" you whispered. Why was she here?

"Uh, hi Y/N," Natasha mumbled. You could tell she felt awkward. Silence washed over you both before Natasha spoke again.

"Steve wanted to go over the mission one more time before we leave."

Oh. You had forgotten Natasha was going on the same mission as you, along with Tony and Steve.

"Y-yeah... uh, just let me get ready, and I'll head over." Your gaze never left Natasha's as you spoke. It felt difficult to look away. This was the most you both had talked in five weeks. You took in her appearance. She had dark bags under her eyes; she hadn’t been getting any sleep. You frowned, and Natasha cleared her throat awkwardly before quickly walking away from your room.

Your heart was beating fast. You missed talking to her. Even when she wasn’t really talking back to you, it felt nice being close to her again. Your feelings for her had never left. You held back every urge to run up to her or just to be next to her again.

About twenty minutes later, you were in the meeting room with Tony, Steve, and Natasha. Steve went over the mission again, explaining the dangers of the mission. As soon as those word left Steve’s mouth, Natasha glanced at you. She didn’t want you going on this mission. What if something happened to you? She wouldn’t forgive herself. You were still upset at her, and she’d be damned if something happened to you before she could tell you how she felt. She needed to explain herself and make things right with you.

"Alright, we’ll divide into two groups. Tony and I will go in from the roof, and Y/N and Natasha, you both will go in from the back."

You nodded nervously and glanced at Natasha, who was already staring at you. She flinched once you caught her gaze and immediately turned her attention elsewhere. Your heart pounded against your chest.

Once on the Quinjet, you found a seat and closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the mission. After a moment, you felt someone sitting next to you. You opened your eyes to find the redhead.

"Y/N... can we talk? Please..." Natasha whispered. You furrowed your eyebrows and sighed.

"Not now, Natasha. We need to focus on this mission. Whatever you have to tell me, say it later." You said plainly, but Natasha was having none of it.

"No! You have been avoiding me for weeks! We need to talk. Let me explain!" Natasha's voice was laced with desperation.

With that, you stood up and walked toward Tony, leaving Natasha sitting alone. Your head was spinning. Why did talking to her make you feel this way?

——————

Natasha couldn't shake the unease gnawing at her as you both approached the building's entrance from the back. She moved with precision, her senses on high alert, every muscle in her body coiled tightly. You followed closely behind, your heartbeat thudding in your ears, trying to match her calm but feeling the tension rising between you two.

Steve's voice crackled over the comms, a grim undertone in his usually steady tone.

"Be careful. Intel suggests this place is crawling with guards. If it looks too risky, pull out."

The warning only heightened the anxiety swirling within Natasha. She glanced back at you, her green eyes sharp with worry.

She didn't want you here. Not on this mission. Not when things were so unsettled between you two. She needed to protect you, keep you safe until she could make things right.

You caught the look and frowned. The silent exchange between you both was thick with unspoken words. Natasha's need to protect you felt suffocating, especially when you were more than capable of handling yourself.

As you neared the entrance, Natasha signaled for you to stay close behind her.

The two of you slipped inside, the shadows swallowing you whole. The air was heavy with tension, the silence only broken by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional footsteps of patrolling guards.

Natasha moved fluidly, her focus unwavering. She gestured for you to follow her lead, positioning herself in front of you.

But the way she kept looking back, making sure you were staying behind her, started to grate on your nerves. It was as if she didn't trust you to watch her back-or worse, as if she was preparing herself for the worst, all because of you.

After a few minutes, something inside you snapped. You took a step ahead of Natasha, tired of being treated like you were less capable. But before you could even process the thought, Natasha's hand shot out, gripping your arm and yanking you back behind her. She turned sharply, her eyes flashing with anger and fear.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Stay behind me, Y/N. Do you understand?"

You ripped your arm out of her grasp, your own anger bubbling to the surface. "I'm not some helpless rookie, Natasha! I can handle myself. Stop treating me like I'm going to break."

Natasha's jaw tightened. "This isn't about your abilities, Y/N! I just-"

"No, Natasha. This is about you not trusting me. I'm just as trained as you are. I don't need you hovering over me like I'm about to fall apart!" You realized too late how loud your voice had become, echoing in the narrow corridor.

Natasha's eyes widened in panic. "Y/N, quiet-"

But it was too late. The sound of rapid footsteps reached your ears. Guards. The argument had alerted them. Natasha's gaze flicked to yours, a mixture of frustration and fear flashing across her face.

You both drew your weapons as the guards burst into the corridor. The first shots were fired, and the small hallway was filled with the deafening sound of gunfire. You moved in sync with Natasha, taking out the guards one by one, but the alarms blared loudly, a shrill sound that sent a jolt of dread through your system.

Natasha quickly switched her comms to Steve. "We've been compromised. Y/N and I are pulling out. We're heading back to the Quinjet."

"Copy that," Steve's voice came through, tinged with concern. "Get out of there, now."

You and Natasha turned, sprinting down the corridor, your heart pounding in your chest. The mission had gone sideways, and all you could focus on was getting out alive. But the air between you and Natasha was thick with tension, the unresolved argument gnawing at you both.

As you rounded a corner, neither of you noticed the guard sneaking up behind. The sound of a gunshot tore through the air, reverberating in the tight space. Natasha's heart stopped. She turned on instinct, firing at the guard and dropping him with a single shot.

But then she saw you, her worst nightmare playing out in front of her.

You staggered, a look of shock crossing your face as your hand flew to your side, where blood was beginning to soak through your suit. The realization hit Natasha like a truck, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"No...no, no, no..." she breathed, rushing to your side as you collapsed to the ground.

Blood was pouring from the wound, and your face was already losing color. Natasha knelt beside you, her hands trembling as she pressed them against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Y/N, stay with me," she whispered, her voice shaking with panic. "You're going to be okay, just hold on. Please, hold on."

You looked up at her, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Natasha... don't want to die," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"You're not going to die, do you hear me?

You're going to be fine." But Natasha's voice cracked, betraying the fear she was desperately trying to keep at bay. The blood was seeping through her fingers, and she knew-she knew-that this was bad.

She fumbled for her comms, her voice frantic. "Steve! Steve, Y/N's been shot.

She's bleeding out-damn it, she's bleeding out! We need to get her out of here, now!"

"Natasha, stay calm. We're on our way," Steve's voice was urgent, but controlled.

"Just get her back to the Quinjet."

Natasha scooped you up in her arms, her heart pounding as she raced through the building, your limp body growing heavier with every step. She could feel your life slipping away, and the thought was tearing her apart.

"No...no, Y/N, stay with me. Don't you dare leave me," she whispered, her voice breaking. " need you to stay with me, okay? We're almost there. Please...please just stay with me."

But your eyes were closing, your breath growing more shallow with each passing second. Natasha's vision blurred with tears as she burst out of the building, spotting the Quinjet in the distance. Steve and Tony were already there, their faces a mix of determination and dread as they saw the state you were in.

Natasha stumbled as she reached them, her strength fading along with her hope.

"She's...she's not breathing," she choked out, her voice barely holding together.

Steve grabbed you from Natasha's arms, immediately trying to assess the situation as Tony prepared the medical equipment on board. Natasha fell to her knees, her hands still stained with your blood, her mind spiraling into a dark abyss of fear and regret.

This couldn't be happening. Not like this.

Not before she had the chance to make things right with you, to tell you the truth.

She had let her fear and her need to protect you get in the way, and now...now you were slipping away from her.

"Y/N...please...please don't leave me," she whispered, her voice breaking as she watched Steve and Tony work frantically to save you. The world around her was fading, the only thing she could focus on was the thought of losing you, the person she cared about more than anything in the world.

But as the minutes dragged on, Natasha felt the crushing weight of reality settling in. She had failed. And the thought of living in a world without you...was unbearable.

——————

The Quinjet landed at the compound with a jarring thud, and the team wasted no time. You were immediately rushed to the medbay, your body limp in Steve’s arms as he carried you inside, Natasha following closely behind. Her heart was racing, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she watched the medics swarm around you. They hooked you up to machines, applied pressure to your wound, and spoke in hushed tones that only added to the growing dread in Natasha’s chest.

When the doctor finally stepped back, a somber expression on her face, Natasha felt the world tilt beneath her feet.

“She’s barely stable,” the doctor said, her voice heavy with uncertainty. “The bullet did a lot of damage. We’ve managed to stop the bleeding, but…she’s in a deep coma. We’re not sure if she’s going to make it.”

Natasha’s heart plummeted. The words echoed in her mind, each one hitting her like a blow to the chest. She stared at your unconscious body, the rise and fall of your chest barely noticeable under the layers of bandages and medical equipment.

She couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of her guilt was suffocating, pressing down on her until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This was her fault. All of it. If only she had realized her feelings for you sooner, if only she had handled things differently, maybe—just maybe—you wouldn’t be lying here, fighting for your life.

The doctor left the room, leaving Natasha alone with you. The silence was deafening, broken only by the steady beeping of the heart monitor. She sank into the chair beside your bed, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. For a moment, she just sat there, staring at you, trying to will you to wake up. But you didn’t move. You didn’t even stir.

“Y/N…” Natasha whispered, her voice breaking as she gently took your hand in hers. Your skin was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth that had always radiated from you when you were awake and full of life. “I’m so sorry,” she began, her voice thick with tears. “I’m so, so sorry. I’ve been such a coward… I’ve been cruel to you, and you didn’t deserve any of it.”

She squeezed your hand, the tears finally spilling over as she spoke. “I never thought you were annoying or clingy. I loved it, actually. I loved it when you came up to me and talked about random things, even when I pretended not to care. I miss it… I miss you. And now…now look at you.”

Her voice cracked as the guilt threatened to consume her. “This is all my fault. I should have told you how I felt, I should have… I should have been better to you. But I was scared, Y/N. I was scared of how much I cared about you, of what that meant. And now… God, I might have lost you because of it.”

Natasha leaned forward, pressing her forehead against your hand as sobs wracked her body. “Please…please wake up. I need you to wake up. I can’t…I can’t lose you like this.”

But there was no response. No sign that you could hear her, that you were even aware of her presence. The only sound was the steady beeping of the heart monitor, a cruel reminder that you were still here, but barely hanging on.

After what felt like an eternity, Natasha finally pulled herself together. She placed a gentle kiss on your hand, her tears soaking into the fabric of your suit. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she whispered one last time before forcing herself to leave the room. As she walked out, the door closing behind her with a soft click, she felt like she was leaving a part of herself behind.

The days that followed were a blur for Natasha. She hardly ate, hardly slept, her thoughts consumed by the image of you lying in that bed, unmoving, teetering on the edge between life and death. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw your face, heard your voice telling her that you didn’t want to die. It haunted her, tore at her insides until she could hardly bear it.

And then, one morning, something changed.

You woke up.

Your eyes fluttered open, your body screaming in pain as you slowly became aware of your surroundings. Panic gripped you as the memories of the mission came rushing back—the gunshot, the blood, the way your body had given out beneath you. You bolted upright in bed, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through your side as you threw the blanket off, your hands frantically searching for the wound.

It was there, bandaged and still aching, a painful reminder of how close you had come to death. Tears welled up in your eyes as the full weight of what had happened crashed down on you. You had almost died. The mission had failed, and it was all because of you. You had let your emotions get the best of you, and now…you had nearly paid the ultimate price.

The door to the medbay burst open, and your head snapped up to see Natasha standing there, her face pale, eyes wide with shock. The doctor followed close behind, quickly moving to your side to check your vitals, but your focus was solely on Natasha. She looked…different. Fragile, almost.

The doctor gave you a few instructions, telling you to rest and take it easy, but her words barely registered. Your mind was spinning, filled with thoughts of the mission, of how you had failed, of how Natasha must be looking at you now with disappointment.

When the doctor finally left, the room fell into a tense silence. Natasha stood there, staring at you, and you could see the turmoil in her eyes. A million thoughts raced through your mind—how you had messed up, how she was right to be angry with you, how you had proven yourself to be a liability.

You braced yourself for her harsh words, for the anger you were sure was coming. But instead, Natasha’s expression crumpled, and before you could react, she was throwing herself into your arms, careful not to hurt you but holding you tightly as if she were afraid you might disappear. Her body shook against yours, and you felt her tears wetting your shoulder as she buried her face against your neck.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, her voice muffled by your shirt. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought…I thought I’d lost you. I thought you were gone, and it was all my fault.”

You hesitated, your confusion growing as you gently placed your hands on her back, trying to soothe her. “Natasha…?”

“I’m so happy you’re alive,” she continued, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, despite the pain still throbbing in your body. Natasha was crying—Natasha, the stoic, unshakable Black Widow—was crying over you. Maybe Wanda had been right all along…maybe Natasha did care about you more than she let on.

As if sensing your thoughts, Natasha pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks streaked with tears. She was a mess, but there was something raw and honest in her gaze that made your heart ache.

“Y/N,” she began, her voice trembling, “I…I need to tell you something. When you were in that coma…I was terrified. I didn’t know if you were going to make it, and I…I realized just how much you mean to me.”

She took a shaky breath, her hands gripping yours as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. “I was so scared of my feelings for you that I pushed you away. I was cruel to you because I didn’t know how to handle it. But the truth is… I care about you. A lot. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

Your breath caught in your throat as her words sank in. Natasha—Natasha Romanoff—had feelings for you. It seemed almost impossible, and yet…here she was, confessing everything, her heart laid bare.

“You mean…you actually…” You struggled to find the words, your mind still reeling from everything that had happened. “You have feelings for me?”

Natasha’s eyes softened, and she nodded, her grip on your hands tightening just slightly. “Yes, Y/N. I do. I’ve been an idiot for not telling you sooner, for not realizing it sooner. But now…I don’t want to waste any more time.”

A smile slowly spread across your face, your heart swelling with emotion despite the pain that still lingered. You reached up, cupping her face in your hands, your thumb gently brushing away a tear that had escaped. “Natasha…I…”

Before you could finish, Natasha leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle, careful, as if she was afraid of hurting you, but it was filled with all the emotions she had kept hidden for so long. You kissed her back, your heart racing, a sense of warmth and relief washing over you.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. “Natasha… I want to be with you,” you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. “But we need to take things slow. You still have to gain my trust back. It’s going to take time, but…I think we can make it work.”

Natasha’s eyes glistened with tears again, but this time, they were tears of relief and happiness.

soo what do y’all think 🤞 this is actually the longest fic I’ve ever written omg. I really enjoyed writing this😭🙏 SO I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!!

tags for those who asked: @idkwhatever580 @esposadejoyhuerta @klorinda @taliiiaasteria

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☾ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ☽

ᴬ/ᴺ: Nobody has asked for this, but here is my take on what happens when Sam falls off his skateboard. This is my first attempt at this after a long time, please be kind. I hope whoever reads this can enjoy! Thank you for your time. ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam x Fem!Reader

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of injuries, oral sex (male receiving), face-fucking, deep-throating, sloppy blowjob, name calling, cursing, cum eating.

As harsh as it sounded, you wouldn’t expect any sense of balance or grace from your boyfriend Sam, a man that managed to trip over his own feet and run into every single piece of furniture in your house. But when he stepped on a skateboard, he managed to prove you wrong every single time. That man could absolutely move. Every time he stepped on a skateboard it seemed like all his clumsiness - that you certainly found adorable - had been left behind.

It was a warm day, it felt like summer was already in the air, approaching swiftly, Sam had asked you if you would like to watch the new tricks he had managed to master on his trusty old skateboard, which he adoringly called ‘Samsalot’. Even though the words he had used had been more like: “you gotta check this out, baby, pleaaaaase.”

And so you were sitting near the ramp Sam had built up himself using some wood you had lying around the farm, watching the blonde shine in his area of expertise as you liked to call it. Moments like this made you fall in love with him even more, though you wouldn’t have taught it possible. The way he moved just did something to you. He simply had such control over the situation, calculating his every move so confidently. “This is my favourite!” he suddenly called, ripping you from your thoughts and making your vision focus again. You watched Sam roll down the ramp, getting ready to jump and do another trick, when his left front wheel seemed to hit something, abruptly slowing him down. Sam, not expecting such a rough stop and the sudden force working against him, tried to scramble for an ounce of balance, but failed miserably. “Fuck!” was all you heard, followed by a thump and the sound of clothes scratching against wood as his body slid over the ground. “Sam!” You gasped, jumping to your feet, and rushing over to your boyfriend, who now seemed to kiss the ground. Sam was lying hurdled over on his knees, butt still in the air and eyes closed, still bracing himself from the impact. “Ow, what the fuck?” he snarled with a groan, opening his eyes slowly.  “Are you okay?” you lifted one of his arms from the ground, yet the man slowly shook his head, pushing himself up carefully to get into a sitting position. “Just a few scratches,” he murmured, blush on his face as rubbed over it, if to hide the red colour or to check for bruises, you didn’t know. “Fuck, that’s so embarrassing. If Sebastian saw that, it would already be uploaded on YouTube.” You cooed quietly, gripping your boyfriend’s hands, “don’t worry about it, love. I don’t think it’s embarrassing at all; it was an accident. You should’ve seen me when one of my cows pushed me in mud. I tried to get up, slipped and fell into the puddle again.” There was a brief smile on the man’s face, but it was gone in a flash. “Sam…are you sure you’re not hurt?” you already began to feel for bumps or cuts on his head and legs, causing him to blush yet again. “No…No, not really. It’s just…” You looked up at him, eyes quietly urging him to speak his mind. “It’s just…I enjoy impressing you. This is the only thing I can impress you with. The only thing I have real control over. And what do I do? I fuck it up and smack my fucking face into the fucking ground.” Biting your lip, you gripped his face, making him wince a little as your finger touched a small cut. You quickly removed your hand, making a mental note to clean that up quickly. “Oh, Sam. There’s so much you’re good at,�� you mumbled, pressing your forehead against his, “playing the guitar for one. Writing songs.  Making people laugh. Loving me. Making our relationship what it is. You are good at being you. And by Yoba, do I love you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, calming a little when you felt a small smile against the plush of them. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

You led Sam into the bathroom of your house, urging him to take off his pants, and sit on the edge of the bathtub so you could clean and bandage his cuts and scrapes. However, as you settled down on your knees and carefully began to run a wipes over the different wounds you found, you could see that Sam was still lost his head. He didn’t even do his dramatical whining whenever the disinfectant came in contact with his skin like he usually did. Placing your hands on his knees, you gave them a gentle squeeze. “Sam?” “It’s just… I don’t know. I hate losing control like that. It’s just embarrassing.”

You ran your fingers through his hair affectionately, pressing your head against his chest as his words sank in. And then, an idea began to form in your head. Tilting your head upwards, you blinked up at him slowly and seductively. “Do you think that I can kiss it better?” “What do you mean?” “You said you don’t like losing control,” you began, biting your lower lip and letting your hands run up his bare thighs to give him an idea of the thought that danced around in your head, “I know how you could regain at least some of it.” Sam shuddered at the feeling of your rough skin against his soft one, and this time, a bigger smile spread on his lips while he slowly nodded. “I think kissing it better could maybe, perhaps, work.” You chuckled to yourself and leaned up, kissing him gently, your hands still working on massaging his thighs. You gently let your fingernails run along the inside of them, getting a quivering breath as an answer. Being with Sam for as long as you had been, you knew what buttons you had to press to have him melt for you. You settled between his legs again, kissing up his thighs where your fingernails had left their marks, giving your man a blissful sigh. “You know how hot you are? The way you move,” you whispered against the fabric of his boxers that you had reached by now, his hips snapping upwards involuntarily as your hot breath soaked through the thin layer of clothing and met his throbbing cock, “the way you know what you’re doing… Not only when you skate, but also when you play guitar…and when you fuck me- Yoba, it’s hard for me to not fuck you whenever and wherever, Sam.”  He moaned quietly at your words, his left hand sinking into your hair and tugging you towards the tent in his underwear. Usually you would tease your boyfriend, push his buttons until pre-cum soaked his boxers, but today you followed his lead immediately, giving him the control he sought. You pulled down the fabric that restrained your boyfriend’s cock, the both of you moaning quietly as it snapped up against his stomach. You simply loved Sam’s dick; it was long and thick, the tip of it always red and wet for you the veins adorning his shaft adding to the look of it. But the feel of it… Whenever Sam entered your cunt, the feeling of being split in half and the feeling of only being able to stay alive with his cock bullying into you mixed, taking your breath away every single time. The idea made you moan yet again: “Fuck, your dick…just look at it…so perfect…always feels like it’s made just for me and me alone. Never had better,” you rasped, causing your boyfriend’s eager anticipation to grow in the pit of his stomach. His hand grasped your hair tighter, hips bucking up to press the tip of his length against your lips, his other hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to gain better guidance. He rubbed against your mouth, breathing laboured as his patience was running terribly thin already „Look at ya…all pretty ‚n‘ willing for me… Ready to choke on my cock, pretty baby? Bet you are,“ he grunted, pressing his leaking tip against you. „Good girl,” he praised when you opened your mouth willingly, low groan leaving his lips as he felt the wetness of your mouth wrap around him. Sam always was a slut for being sucked off by you; your mouth felt so heavenly, so wet…so addictive. You knew everything he wanted, down to the point how tight your lips had to wrap around you.  His hips bucked up again, and when you didn’t complain, Sam’s mind was gone. You trailed your tongue around the top, sucking at it while pulling your head back. The sound of Sam sucking in air through his teeth going straight to your clit. His hips legs were quivering, leading him to rest his feet against the ground more firmly, staring down at you. He had his lower lip drawn in-between his teeth, wrapping a thick strand of your hair around his closed fist.

You kept licking at him, sticking out your tongue and letting him rub himself all over it, which he eagerly did. He rutted his hips against your tongue as if he was in heat, desperate for the friction he was able to gain through the motion. He tasted so incredibly good, and the sounds he made caused your heart race in your chest. His whimpers were so high pitched, soaked with pure pleasure and lust for you. You loved it when Sam was loud for you, loved it when he enjoyed what you gave him. You relaxed your jaw and allowed him to re-enter your mouth, eyes focused on his pretty face. His brows were furrowed in concentration, tongue tracing over the top row of his teeth. „So…fuckin‘ good,“ he gasped,  allowing you to work his head over him with the guidance of his hand. However, he didn’t allow you controlling the pace for long before he started to move your head faster. “That- that’s my good…oh fuck, that’s my good girl.”  He absolutely adored the way you looked with your face stuffed with his dick; the way you had to work not to choke on him whenever he bucked his hips forward, he loved when your eyes started to fill with tears and how the drool ran down your chin. All because of him and his length. His head was reeling as he tried to regain at least some of his composure upon hearing your whimpers and seeing how much you struggled handling him, but his hips just didn’t stop. Quite the opposite. He fucked your mouth relentlessly now, head thrown back into his neck while he cursed under his ragged breath. “Who’s a good slut? You, that’s right. My lil whore…greedy for cock. Sucking me in so prettily. Look at your face, so full of dick.” He gasped for air when you sucked on him despite his thrusting, his thick girth throbbing against your tongue. He spread his legs wider, eyes squeezed shut and drool at the corner of his lips. Your tongue was pressed against his sloppy skin so beautifully, and the lewd sucking had his heart bursting. He couldn’t take this much longer, and he knew it. But he didn’t want this to stop. You were taking him so well, even though his thrusting became more desperate, more dire. Your mouth felt so wet, so sweet. Pre-cum and spit ran down his length, making the base all sloppy.

He gripped your head and shoved it towards the base of his cock with one swift motion, groaning at the vibrations that were sent through his length because of your choking. He whimpered, his dick thrusting at a fast speed, the embarrassment from before now long forgotten as his balls slapped against your chin. Tears had filled your eyes by now, but you kept sloppily sucking him, whimpering around his fat dick upo hearing him curse. The slapping of skin and the sloshing sounds coming from you made his whole body tense up. His balls were so tight, and he swore he saw stars spinning around the room.  “Fuck, babe, yes, yes, so good. Gonna cum, yeah? Gonna fill that pretty mouth with my cum,” he rambled, still bucking his hips against you, the tip hitting the back of your throat, but all Sam selfishly could think about was the orgasm he was chasing. He humped your face faster, your nose almost connecting to his pelvis bone, a small cry leaving his lips as his cum spilled in your mouth. The load was bigger than what you had anticipated yet there was no chance to pull away; Sam had both of his hands in your hair now, holding you down to empty his balls completely. He was drooling now, tongue sticking out as he panted. His dick twitched in your mouth, slowly growing soft and only then his hips began to stutter. “Yoba,” he hissed, after sucking a big breath into his lungs. His hands slowly dropping from your head, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to praise you.

You carefully pulled away, tears running down your face from straining your jaw and throat so much, bits of cum mixed with saliva dribbling down your reddened chin. You made a show of swallowing Sam’s cum, licking your lips and then pressing a gentle kiss to the well abused tip that had been bullying into you. “Better?” you asked, voice hoarse, smiling as he nodded slowly.

“All better.”

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

An apple picking you won't forget

character: Namgyu X fem!reader

Summary: Namgyu insist on stopping to pick apples on the way to your date...only...it doesn't end so well...

(Small authors note: This fiction is created by fish 🐟. She got inspired by me, and wanted me to post this on here...if you like it, please leave a comment so she will feel motivated and loved. It's her first fic ever...I am very proud...okay...have a good read🦑🦑)

Warnings: none🐟🐟

You're outside taking a walk with your boyfriend Namgyu who very clearly insisted on dragging you out from the comforts of your home, to watch the sunsets.

Youre holding hands, his slightly clammy but...can you complain. He's yapping a lot that's fine...because you do too. As you're listening to his yapping, the birds flying over your heads. The yapping stops

You whip your head in his direction, seeing him flabbergasted. He lets out a dramatic gasp

"Gyu, what is it?" You ask with slight concern

"I FOUND AND APPLE TREEEEE" he jumps and down before grabbing your shoulders and staring into your soul...he always did this when he got excited. Especially with apples.

Yeah namgyu's a drug addict. but when he sees red apples, he goes feral. Almost like he found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

"So..babe listen-"

You look into his eyes, waiting for his next words

"Soo....hypothetically......you would mind if i....Jumped the fence grabbed some apples for the sunset watching, and I promise we won't get caught, you can even just stand here and watch i swear!!youll just have to stand and watch my handsome face!!!! Pleaaaaase my little butternugget?!?!?"

His words are fast...ramble like almost.

"Namgyu. Are you serious?" You say looking over the path from your stance and into the garden where the tree is.

Namgyu breaks the silence (like always)

"Soooo....pookiecheeks....what do you say?"

Its clear in the tone of his voice he reeeally wants the apples.

You sigh, looking around before slowly nodding your head.

"Okay...okay"

His eyes light up like the sun shining into your eyes blindingly.

He lets out a funny but embarrassing yell.

"YIPPIIIEEEEEEE" he starts walking to tree...well...more like...dramatic sneaky ninja.

Its almost like you hear the karate music in his head. He gives you a thumbs up, and a cocky smile before the motherfucker jumps over the fence

He sprints to the tree, climbing up with ease. He quickly creates a makeshift bowl with his shirt grabbing at multiple apples

"NAMGYU YOU SAID ONE" you yell from over the fence

The thing is...not only namgyu heard you. But..the owner of apple tree did.

"Well..I figured you'd want some too, and since we're gonna eat them while watching the sunset, we're gonna need some for the trip and-"

As he continued rambling on about the apples, you spot movement from the house where the apple tree is located.

As the movement grows, you see an old man..probably drunk, walking out of the shed

Hes got something in his hands

A bat.

Nam-gyu keeps picking the apples, unaware of the man creeping up on him. You hear him count to twelve...twelve apples he has.

"Okay! This should be-" nam-gyu spots the man. He let's out a loud high-pitched-girly-scream

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEKKKKK"

He manages to drop a couple apples. You hear the old man yell...hes a smoker that's easy to hear.

Only..his yells are more like war-cries. He starts swinging the bat, running towards namgyu.

Namgyu, quickly jumps from the tree. Sprinting to the fence. His grip tight on the apples. He manages to jump over.

The man runs after them, but...him being smart and using the gate. He continues to chase after, his steps a little slower due to his old crusty back.

Namgyu though...has of course face planted into the ground. Dropping all the apples.

Before you help him get up he yells

"GRAB THE APPLES! APPLES!APPLES!"

"Huh...the..apples?" You say shooketh.

"YES THE APPLES!" his words confused you a bit...you pick up the apples. Before helping him up. He quickly grabs your hand and runs away with you.

As you get further and further away from the man.

You realise how stupid this situation really is...You start laughing hysterically.

"You think we lost him?" Namgyu pants, slowing down the pace.

"Why are you laughing hmm...my sweet burnt marshmallow" he smothers your face in kisses.

You look at him giggling into disbelief

"Do you realise how stupid this situation is right?" You laughed, pecking his nose.

You both laugh and talk about the event, until you end up at a large clearing away from others. A perfect spot for sunset watching

"Wow...what a day....." namgyu groans

"Want an apple..." he teases

You roll your eyes playfully, swatting his arm

"Yes Nam gyu...id like and apple.

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in your a/b/o au how would marc's first heat after they got back together would happen? also and especially compared to all the heats he had to spent alone suffering?

also can we have a little something about how and when vale bit marc pretty pleaaaaase 🙏🏻

okay this isn't his actual heat but it's been sitting in my drafts and I think it needs to see the light of day

Marc knows that now that he and Vale are fully mated, he'll be spending heats with Vale. That's part of the point of being mated. Still, when he knows it's coming up he's too nervous to tell Vale. He's still too conditioned to expect rejection from the older man. His instinct to tell his mate is at war with his heart trying to protect him from pain.

Vale isn't stupid, though. He puts so much effort into learning all of Marc's smells and feelings and behaviors that he can tell immediately when Marc is off.

So Marc is trying to come up with a plan for how to handle it-- how to explain to Vale that he doesn't even know what to do with himself because he is so conditioned to dread heats. He's so used to suffering through them and being miserable and yearning during them. He can't even picture what it's going to be like.

Then it's imminent, and Vale can tell that they've got to be less than twelve hours away from it hitting and Marc still hasn't acknowledged it. So he just asks.

"What do you need for your heat? Bez always wants specific snacks and pillows and I want to make sure we have them," Vale asks with an eye roll, poking fun at Bez.

Marc is frozen in place, somehow surprised that his mate managed to figure out his very obvious symptoms of an oncoming heat.

Marc bursts into tears.

He's hormonal and tired and worried and something about hearing Vale's concern just throws him completely off.

Vale takes him into his arms immediately, terrified that he's somehow misread the situation and that he's hurt Marc again. So he pulls Marc close, thankful that the smaller man lets him do that despite whatever misstep just occurred.

And Marc tucks his face into Vale's neck, so soothed by the smell of his mate that he's able to calm down.

"I don't know," he says quietly, not letting go, even when that sentence makes Vale tense up. "I don't know what I like or need. I normally just-- I normally just lay there and wait for it to be over."

Marc feels guilty for the stress he can smell on Vale, who is frozen and speechless.

"You don't-- Marc you don't ever have someone help you?"

Marc shakes his head.

"I didn't want anyone or anything but you."

Not for the first time, Vale doesn't even know how to make up for that level of pain and hurt. It feels like a physical blow to the chest, knowing how deeply he failed as an alpha. He takes Marc into their bedroom, and guides Marc toward the bed. He's a little surprised when Marc takes a step away from him and starts throwing a nest together, but he waits patiently to be invited into bed.

When Marc allows him he wastes no time climbing into bed with him and wrapping him up in his arms again. They both are able to relax then, now that they're safe and warm in the nest.

"Tell me what they've been like," Vale insists gently.

Marc tangles his fingers in Vale's shirt, avoiding his eyes as he explains.

"When I went into heat it was just... I didn't want anyone other than you. I couldn't. I couldn't enjoy it and I didn't want to. I just wanted you. I locked myself in a room and waited it out."

Vale can't imagine how painful that would have been, and he also can't imagine that was good for Marc physically. He admittedly doesn't know much about omega biology, but he knows enough to know it would have been terrible. He runs a hand up Marc's arm and shoulder to where his healed bite mark sits, and he thinks about the pain there. He imagines it must have been agony; the pain from the infected bite and the pain of suffering through a heat completely alone.

There's a lump in his throat and he kisses Marc's forehead, feeling the heat underneath his skin.

"I'm never leaving you alone again," Vale says, vehemently.

"I know," Marc says sweetly. He tilts his head up, seeking a kiss, and Vale obliges. It's chaste and quick, but it feels loaded with significance. A promise of more, in the future.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.7 K Warnings: None. Prompt: You can always count on your friends to have your back. Alt- Making sure James gets to go on that date. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by sweethearts: @aremuslupinsimp & @profoundpidgeon

Chapter 29: With a Little Help from My Friends

The next morning, the castle was submerged in chaos. With the mess the headless hunt had caused in the Slytherin Common room, most of them had left early and encountered the traps you and Remus had set up all over the dungeons. From dung bombs to stinky mist and firecrackers, the whole thing had been chaos. 

You’d sent Comet, Minho and Nox an anonymous warning in advance, telling them not to rush out of the common room as fast as they could in the morning, and to watch their step. You assumed it had been enough since they seemed relatively unharmed at breakfast. You still had yet to see the boys that morning, they hadn’t made it to the great hall. None of them. It made you slightly anxious to say the least. Severus, Mulciber and Barty weren’t around, and the latter’s roommates seemed unharmed, which was reassuring, they were probably still rolling on their beds.

When you went back to the common room you spotted Remus, he had his wand pointed at Peter while he held his friend’s jaw with his free hand. Peter looked horrified, so you rushed towards them “What are you–” Peter turned his face, he had a huge bruise on his left eye, and his nose was swollen. You winced, the fall from Evan’s hand must have been nasty.

Remus looked relieved with your interruption and took a step back from Peter, taking your shoulder and your lower arm in his hands and pushing you in front of the boy, “You do it instead. You’re better at charms.” 

“Do what?” You asked as he handed you a piece of paper with a spell written on it, “You want me to fix his nose?! Are you insane?” 

“You have to,” Peter said, voice a little hoarse, no doubt from the pain. You shook your head. “I can’t go out like this, let alone to Pomfrey, she’ll assume I was out with Sirius and James for the prank. Can’t get punished, I’ve got a date tonight.” 

You gave him an incredulous look, and then it dawned on you that Peter wasn’t the only one with a date tonight. James would be absolutely bombed when he realised he wouldn’t be able to go out with Lily. 

“But I’m… This is serious medicinal magic Peter, people study for years to be able to do it.” 

“Please,” he begged, he tried to make puppy eyes but his swollen nose and left lid didn’t help him much, he looked like he urgently needed the bathroom instead. “Please, please, please.”

You gave Remus a side glance as if asking him to back you up, but he said,“ If anyone can do it, it’s you luv,” instead. 

You groaned, closing your eyes and bouncing in your place before nodding and grabbing the paper again, rereading the instructions. The text was leaning to the side, handwriting neat, but clearly rushed, Remus’ handwriting. That was at least a little tranquillising, if it had been Moony the one to find the spell, then it must have been a good one. “Have you ever used this one?” 

“Sirius is the one that uses the fixing charm. He’s used it on James before,” Remus reassured. 

“On his face?”  

“On his shoulder,” he said as he shook his head lightly. 

You gave the boys another unconvinced look, “Peter are you sure you–“ 

“Pleaaaaase Vix,” he repeated, a little more desperate this time around. 

You huffed, “This girl better snog you so much you forget about the pain,” you said as you gulped and raised your wand towards your friend’s face. He shut his eyes like he was about to get hit, “Don’t make faces Wormy, it’ll make it worse.” 

“You think–” he started, raising his eyes towards you and looking a lot more relaxed, but you didn’t let him finish his words and cast the spell. He yelped at that, stifling a scream, before turning to you a little crossed, “Oi, where’s my warning?” 

“They say it hurts less if you’re not expecting it,” you said with a shrug, he instantly frowned at that. 

“Did it work?” he asked Remus. The werewolf made a face and Peter looked positively mortified, but then Remus started laughing and passed Peter a small mirror that was sitting on a nearby table.  

The swelling was gone, and the bruise was fading rapidly “You’re brilliant!” He told you as he stood up and shook your shoulders, delighted by how much better he looked already. 

You almost laughed, “I still have some radiant complexion potion, you want a little?” 

“Cosmetics?” he asked with a frown. 

“It helped me with the bruises on my jaw from Monday,” you said, pulling down the collar of the sweater you had been wearing to show your almost spotless neck, not low enough to show Sirius’ still fading hickey. But Remus was taller, and he easily spotted it, averting his gaze as the image of Sirius kissing your neck popped into his head. “Could help yours fade faster.” 

“And it’s not really cosmetics either,” Remus explained, “Technically it would be more of a–” 

“Will it make me more handsome?” Peter interrupted. 

You raised your eyebrows at him, “uhh… It’ll make you more radiant.” 

“Then I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Sure thing Pete,” you said, “by the way, do you know anything about Pads and Prongs?” Peter shook his head. 

“They didn’t make it to our room at all, I think Slughorn took them to McGonagall. She must be livid.” 

Then you heard the door of the portrait open and you spotted the boys, shoulders slumped, dark circles under their eyes, both looking completely defeated as they walked inside. You frowned as Sirius let himself fall on the sofa with a sigh, he had a bruise near his eye and another one on his left cheek. James seemed even more upset than Sirius, but he was in better condition, just some redness near his jaw. 

You looked at them with worry and frowned, the survivor’s guilt gnawing at you. Peter and Remus seemed to be taking the sight of them a lot better than you did. You sat on the table in front of the boys, Remus took the armchair and Peter sat back down on the edge of the sofa, turning his head to look at them. 

“So…?” the shortest asked. 

“We can’t play tomorrow,” Sirius said as he tensed his jaw, “McGonagall said it’d serve us right for picking up fights with the Slytherins. If only she knew.” 

“What?!” you asked, shocked. 

“And we have detention all day, no Hogsmeade either,” Sirius continued. 

“No Lily,” James groaned, hiding his face in his hands. 

“Will the Quidditch match be cancelled then?” Asked Peter with a frown, “two of the best players won’t be there.” 

James shook his head with a sigh, “We’ll call in the reserves.” He then sat up, eyeing you closely. “You’ll be the seeker.” 

You looked attentively and nodded. “I’m not too happy about that,” Sirius grumbled. You looked at him with a frown, ready to argue about being a good seeker when he spoke again, “Barty will be playing beater,” he informed. “I won’t be there.” 

“I can dodge.” 

“Because you have a great record at dodging ,” Sirius said sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips. You gasped and swatted at him playfully, his shrugged in response.

“Marlene will be there, I trust her,” you said in a more serious tone. 

“Yeah, I trust her too, but not the Slytherins. And I have no clue who will play instead of Evan.” 

“He also got punished?” you asked surprised. 

Sirius nodded with a smile. “Slughorn was absolutely pissed, didn’t even let him talk before he started reprimanding him for bringing the honour of the house down or something like that.” 

“Will they let you come to the game, at least?” 

James shook his head, “McGonagall said the team would survive without us for a match. Although, I’m sure she wasn’t too happy about it, it was Slughorns’ idea.” 

“How will you tell Lily about your date?” Peter asked. James just pouted in response. 

“She’ll never, ever give me another shot.” 

“Maybe… she doesn’t have to…” 

“That’s incredibly uplifting, thanks Vixen,” the boy spat a little crossed.

“Shut it, Prongs! I’m trying to help,” you uttered, and turned to Remus. “Remember what I told you about the potion from Slughorn?” 

Remus looked at you, eyes filled with shock. “You surely wouldn’t be considering…” You nodded, a tight smile dancing on your lips.

 “What are you considering?” Sirius asked, feeling a little left out. 

“Polyjuice potion,” you said, turning back to your boyfriend with a confident smirk.

James looked up at you, a mix of shock, and gratefulness reflecting behind his glasses. “You… you’d do that?” 

You shrugged, “I deserve the punishment as much as you do anyway. I’ll take the potion and pretend I’m you while you’re in detention today. That way you don’t have to reschedule the date with Lily.”

“But what if they make them do men’s work in detention?” Peter asked, a little weary.

“There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do,” you said with a scoff. You’d eventually regret those words. 

As you had planned, you had done. You’d gone to your room to pick up the potion and then met the boys in their room closely after. 

“Ready to be me?” James asked you as you stared at the potion in your hands. You threw him a look but nodded, extending your hand to his head and plucking a single piece of hair, before throwing it onto the flask you had used to store the potion. You weren’t sure how long it was going to last, so you had separated enough to recharge its effect in the middle of the day in case it was necessary. 

“Auch!” James complained, “Could’ve warned me.” 

“She’s literally going to take the punishment for you Prongs,” Remus responded a little irked, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for you to go, especially with your still healing shoulder, but he also knew if he voiced his concern, he’d only make you more determined to do it, even if it was just to prove that you could. 

“Still, you could’ve warned me,” he repeated. You shook your head as you contemplated the potion. You’d never drank it, but the smell was deterrent enough. 

“You want me to do it instead?” Remus offered kindly. 

You shook your head, a tight grateful smile on your lips at his offer. “No, it’s… It’s fine I can do this,” you said before bringing the flask up to your mouth and drinking it. The taste was as bad as the smell. You coughed a couple of times and handed the flask over to Remus who held it as you felt your legs start to wobble and your mind went dizzy. You felt a tingling sensation all over and let yourself fall back onto a trunk. Sirius rushed to hold you up but seemed deterred when he saw the way your skin was bubbling. In a matter of seconds, you were already an exact replica of James. You were still dizzy when you looked at your hands, much larger and stronger looking now. 

“BIoody Mother of Merlin!” Sirius said in surprise. 

“We’ve got two Jameses,” Peter said, looking at you and then back at James and then back at you again, completely baffled. 

“How do I look?” You said, raising a flirty eyebrow towards Sirius. 

“Handsome as hell,” James replied about at the same time that Sirius cringed and said, “Like shit,” just to fuck with James. It earned him a soft punch on the arm. Remus and you were eyeing each other with diverted looks. 

“Asshole,” James said, slightly irritated. “She looks damn well.” 

You really admired James’ confidence. You cooed your head and stood up, “Handsome as hell,” you repeated, trying to make your voice sound a little more like Prong’s. He winced at that, “Oi, I’m trying!” you said back in your tone. You had a man’s voice, in fact you had James’ voice; you had his vocal cords after all. But they didn’t sound quite right. 

“I think I might be able to help you with that one,” Remus said as he pulled his wand up. “Open your mouth and say ahh…” 

You raised an eyebrow, terrible choice of words, you thought. “Woah Moony, didn’t think you’d get so kinky with me,” you teased. “That’s way more of a Sirius thing to say.” And he had, in fact, said it a while ago, before you even started dating him. 

Sirius stifled a laugh, the memory plaguing his mind while Peter was trying to figure out what you meant by that and why Remus had given you the look he had. When he finally understood, he flushed. 

“First you wanted to blindfold me and now…” you pressed, just to see Remus’ reaction. 

Sirius frowned. “When did you want to blindfold him? her, you know what I mean.” 

“When we met,” you said casually, “He said I couldn’t see your secret passages.” 

“And you let him?”

Remus shook his head and scoffed. “Of course she didn’t,” he said matter-of-factly. 

You gave him a pout, “If it makes you feel better, I’d let you blindfold me now.” 

Sirius laughed at your joke and Remus’ eye roll. The fact that you looked exactly like Prongs only made the entire situation even funnier. Remus just looked at you with a stern expression, he was just expecting you to do what he had initially asked. 

You just smiled and stood up, feeling disoriented by the difference in height. You were taller than your boyfriend now, and almost as tall as Moony. You pressed your lips tightly against each other to avoid saying anything, another joke wouldn’t have been wise at that point, you could tell by the way Remus was tapping his feet on the ground. 

Eventually, you stood facing him and opened your mouth “Aaaaaah…” 

Sirius, behind you, had to cover his mouth to avoid laughing blatantly at the way you had followed Remus’ instructions to the T and yet Remus seemed bewildered. Regardless, the boy picked his wand up and pointed it to your face, saying a few words and holding his wand to your face as he pulled it back and to the sides, as if he were calibrating something, which was exactly what he was doing. As he moved the wand your voice started to change. It went from your normal tone to helium inhalation level of high-pitched to sounding like Elvis’. But eventually, he stopped, pulling the wand back from your face. 

“Say something James would say.” 

You narrowed your eyes, thinking of something and then smiled mischievously, pulling out your best impression of James. “Pads, hold your position! Vixen, another backflip! That one was wonky, again!” 

Sirius almost doubled over in laughter while James looked at you with a frown. “That’s not how… Please tell me that’s not how I sound.” 

“Well, not all the time,” you said with a shrug.

“But that’s exactly how you sound when you’re on Capitan mode,” Sirius added with a teasing smirk.

“When I’m on– You gave it a name?!?” 

“It’s so we can separate the screaming captain from our dear ol’ James, it was Marlene’s idea,” you replied. James frowned. 

“You should change,” Peter said, “Can’t go around with a skirt, can you?” 

You gave him a look and then turned your head downwards, “Don’t know mate, Prongs’s got some nice calves,” you said tilting your leg to the side.

James winked at your reply while Remus threw you a clean pair of pants, a vest and a shirt. You unhooked your skirt and let it fall on the floor. “Why are you wearing boxers?” Sirius asked and got a punch from James.

You quirked an eyebrow, “Something made me assume it would be uncomfortable to keep normal knickers on after the change.” 

“Oh,” Sirius and James said, a little surprised. 

“Clever,” Remus said, nodding your way. 

You smiled and shrugged at his words -almost beaming from his praise- and then proceeded to put on the pants and finished changing, “how do I look?” you said twirling around once you were done. 

Sirius looked at you and placed a hand on his chin as if analysing, “Almost perfect,” Sirius said as he turned to the side and took James’ glasses away from his face and walked over to you, handing them over. 

You took them and placed them over your eyes, wincing as you pulled them off almost instantly “James mate, you’re blinder than Tommy.” 

“Tommy?” James asked, confused. 

“From the Movie,” replied Remus, dismissively. 

“From The Who,” added Peter. You wondered if he’d gone to the cinema at some point in his last vacation. James didn’t say anything after that, he still had no idea who this “Tommy” was but he also knew you’d tease the hell out of him if he asked. 

You took the glasses off and used gemino to make yourself a perfect replica, taking the originals, or what you thought were the originals and giving them back to James. You put the other back on and narrowed your eyes to try and see better, you saw Peter extending his arm towards you, “Hand them over,” he said simply. 

You did, and he placed his wand over them, whispering a spell you hadn’t heard yet and handing them back over to you, placing them back on and looking at him surprised “How did you…?” 

“My sister used to make me wear her glasses so I looked smarter,” he said with a shrug. “They gave me awful headaches so I dug through our library and found a spell to make them fake.” 

“That’s brilliant Pete,” you said with a nod. He just smiled and nodded, pretty pleased with himself.  

You took a deep breath and turned back to James “I think I’m ready then. Do I look the part?” 

“Definitely,” Remus said, the rest of the boys nodding in agreement. 

“Well then,” you said with a clap, “Time to go get detention,” you added, looking over at Sirius. 

He let his head fall back and groaned in response, then he looked over at Remus with a charming little smile, “Moony, don’t you want to drink some of the potion and pretend you’re me today?” 

Remus raised his eyebrows and scoffed, “of course not.” 

“You sure? You could use my dashing good looks to flirt around.” 

“No, he couldn’t,” you said with a scoff .“You’re dating me. Even if it wasn’t actually you, he’d only be allowed to flirt with me.” You sounded slightly jealous, which in a way was justified, after all they were talking about your boyfriend’s face. You tried not to think much that Remus “flirting around” wasn’t an image you wanted to see.

“That sounds so weird coming from James’ face,” Sirius said as he looked at you. “Either way, I suppose I’ll get going,” he said with a dramatic sigh, still staring at Remus as he continued walking towards you. 

“Off you go,” Remus said, placing his hand on Sirius’ back and pushing him towards the door, to make him move faster, Sirius turned to you with a pout, the kind of face a kid would give their mother when their brother mistreated him. Meanwhile, Remus gave you the look that said “See what I have to deal with?”

“Hey James,” you said before leaving, he hummed in acknowledgement, “You better not blow your date with Lilly.” 

“Maybe you should go instead,” Peter teased and got a scowl from James. 

You just laughed, “Sorry mate, I can take the punishment for you, but I’m not gonna seduce the girl. That’s all off to you.” 

“She’ll want to marry me after today,” he said confidently. 

You nodded “Remember not to overdo it, you’ll scare her away.” 

When you were done, you closed the door behind you and turned to Sirius. “Where are we supposed to meet?”

The moment McGonagall opened the doors, Peter’s words came floating back to your mind “But what if they make you do men’s work in detention?” followed by your blatant response, “There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do”.

You had regretted those words the moment you stepped into the dirty men’s loo. You were sure you gagged as you walked behind McGonagall and felt the dreadful smell, ever so characteristic of men’s lavatories, “I asked the elves not to wash the bathroom last night. Just for you,” she said, “wands,” she added, extending her open palm towards you, Sirius and Evan. 

“Do you expect us to clean with our own hands?” Sirius complained. Evan said something similar next to him. You would have probably made a joke about how spoiled they both were if you weren’t so shocked yourself. 

“Can I… Can I do something else?” you said as she was about to leave. “I’ll clean the owlery, I don’t care–” 

“Mr. Potter.” She said sternly. You closed your mouth shut, only now remembering you were supposed to be James and not you. “Men up and stop whining, all you have to do is clean the toilets.” Sirius almost doubled in laughter at her choice of words. 

“Minnie please,” you added, using the vocabulary James would have used, or perhaps that would have been Sirius, since the way the old teacher turned over and looked at you gave you the chills, making you unconsciously recoil towards Sirius. 

“Mr. Potter!” She said a lot more sternly now, “It’ll serve you well to stop your silly pranks and occupy your mind with something productive. One more complaint and I’ll make you wash the prefect’s bathrooms and the greenhouses as well,” you nodded, not saying anything more as you watched her walk all the way towards the door, she turned right before leaving. “Pebblier the house elf will be watching over you,” she informed, “so no fighting and no funny business unless you want to help polish trophies tomorrow.”

You gulped and nodded, it’s not that it would be you doing things those things tomorrow, but you still didn’t want to subject James, let alone Sirius, to more torture. Once she was gone, you sighed, taking one of the mops and dipping it in water, holding your breath from the smell still filling your nostrils. 

“What? He’s mopping? I’d rather mop than…” Evan trailed off, looking at the bathroom stalls.

As James, you were as tall as the blond and probably as strong as he was, you just turned to him with a stern face, tilting your head slightly to the side and bringing your hand from the handle to point at your face, “How’s the eye?” you asked calmly, it had been such a simple and yet strong thrеat, Sirius was almost shocked. James would never be that bold. 

Evan swallowed, it hadn’t even been James who punched him and yet the way you had stared at him had somehow made him blech, he huffed after he got back his stance. Evan had never seen Potter be so intimidating, of course, he wasn’t looking at Potter then. Most of the time, James was just an annoying ray of sunshine and jokes. He hoped he’d go back to that soon, he wasn’t sure the thrеatening James would be so much fun to bother. “Fine then, I’ll wash the stalls,” he grumbled after he took a hold of one of the buckets. Evan didn’t want to polish the trophies either.  

Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking at you impressed, he never thought he’d considered James hot, but what you did, had been exactly that. He could almost see you underneath the skin you were wearing, and he started wondering if he too would have fallen for you if you had been a boy. He might have. But then, what did that fucking mean? What would that mean for him? Did that make him– 

You gave him a small complicit smile in return, you didn’t think Evan would recoil so easily, but it was certainly fun to be bigger and broader and to look stronger, it gave you a sort of power you’d never wielded before, and as strange as it might seem, you liked it. Seeing Evan back out after just a look, a look that you probably had thrown at him many times as yourself with no effect, had been interesting, to say the least. Regardless, the funniest part was the fact that you were taller than Sirius, and he looked adorable, even more like a puppy. 

A grumpy, riled up, bathroom-cleaning puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. You wondered if being taller made him feel the same way when he looked at you; if the protective instinct instantly activated with a few inches of advantage to the other person. Not that you never felt the need to protect him in the past. You remembered the time at the park, how you had reacted, ready to take all the blame for him and how neither of the brothers had let you, but this was different. This version of you, the Potter version of you, wanted to hug and coddle him and tell him everything would be all right. 

Either way, it could have just been some of Potter’s innate traits mixing with your own, since you had taken the potion, and it had changed you into him. You started wondering about the implications of Polyjuice too, what kind of things it’d actually do to your body. What about long exposure? If you were actually intermixing DNA with it, and altering not only the way you looked but also the way you thought? Then perhaps it could also change the way you felt, alter feelings and thoughts and give you some of those of the one you were impersonating.

You could probably talk to Lily about it, since she knew a lot about potions. Or perhaps Remus would be a better option since it’d be complicated to explain to her why you had used polyjuice, and how you had gotten your hands on it. 

When you were done with the floor, and the stinky smell had died down just a little (or perhaps your nostrils had gotten used to it) you went on to wipe the mirrors and faucet, while the other boys focused on the urinals and the toilets. You saw Sirius gag a couple of times as he brushed over one of the toilets and almost wanted to help him, but the stinky smell coming from them persuaded you against it. 

While you were cleaning some of the mirrors you realised the potion was starting to fade, so you had to pull out the flask and take a sip. Sirius had given you a wary look, but you just nodded in what you hoped was a reassuring manner and continued with your task. Sooner than later the three of you had finished, and Pebblier, the small elf who had been watching over you, snapped his fingers and disappeared, coming back just a few minutes later with McGonagall by his side. 

She looked at the three of you, Evan was placing the bucket in its place, you were drying the mirror and Sirius had reclined against some of the mops. The witch examined the room in detail, the smell had gone away already, and she had even walked towards the stalls, looking through every single one. She seemed… impressed. As if she hadn’t been expecting you three to do such a good job.  

“Great job boys,” she concluded, “you may go clean up before dinner.” 

Dinner time? Already? 

Sirius nodded and grabbed onto your arm to pull you out of the room. Once you were away from prying eyes he gave you a diverted look, “You aren’t that great at being James, you know?” 

You gasped, “I had everyone fooled.” 

“Evan didn’t say a word,” he countered, “he was terrified from the moment you thrеatened him.” 

You gave him a look and almost winced, “You think I overdid it?” 

Sirius gave you a diverted smile, “You called McGonagall Minnie.” 

“Well, you call her that all the time, I assumed James would…” Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, and you didn’t even finish your answer, James had never been as blasé as your boyfriend. As you continued walking through the halls you spotted a girl, who seemed to be looking at the two, specifically at Sirius, before she approached, standing right in front of you and blocking your path forward. 

“Hi!” She said shyly, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down for a moment before turning her face towards your boyfriend. You stared down at her, looking a little displeased, you assumed, from the way she gave you a wary look as if she wanted to retreat. She cleared her throat, “Sirius.” 

The boy hummed in response, you noticed a group of girls giggling not so far away from her, and you stared back at the girl, intrigued by what she might do. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know your name,” your boyfriend said, a mix between polite and annoyed. 

She made a displeased expression at that, “Ugh… I’m Zia, from 5th.” She really was looking at Sirius and completely ignoring you, or well, she was completely ignoring James. Which made you feel a little angry on his behalf too.

“Right, hello.” Sirius said, when the girl still didn’t move he sighed, “Is there anything I can help you with?” 

“I… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?” 

You raised an eyebrow at that. You weren’t surprised Sirius got girls asking him out all over the place, you’d seen his face, you understood, but you thought everyone knew about your relationship already. 

“Why?” He asked. You gave him a look. That had sounded uncharacteristically cold, and slightly rude. 

“Wh-why?” the girl stammered. “I was just thinking... maybe I could– like a date.” 

You weren’t sure whether to be jealous or just feel sorry for the poor girl, she looked like a deer trapped in headlights, “Sirius is already going out with someone,” you said, a little colder than you intended, to try and protect the girl from whatever cold thing Sirius might have told her instead. 

But her reaction was something you weren’t expecting, she snapped at you, fury in her eyes as if you had said something improper. “But it’s just for now, isn’t it? You aren’t actually dating her,” she said, turning to Sirius. 

Sirius rolled his eyes as if he was used to this, “Even if I wasn’t. I wouldn’t date someone who’s trying to dig into and separate an already established relationship.” 

The girl was taken aback by his answer, even more so when Sirius skipped past her and continued his walk as if she had never even talked to him. You would have given her an apologetic smile if you hadn’t been so flummoxed, but instead, you just chased after Sirius not bothering to give her a second glance. As if she had bothered to say “hi” when she had gone straight after him. 

“Well that was very… brazen of her…” you said as you caught up with your boyfriend.

He sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder like he would if it were you and not James he was talking to. He enjoyed the height difference, actually. He didn’t have to lean his head so much, it was nice. You, as a boy, were hot. His mind crossed over to Remus, how he was slightly taller than James and he wondered how it would feel to lean his head onto that boy’s shoulder. In a romantic way, not in a friendly one, he had to force the thought out of his head, he was not meant to be thinking of Remus that what, let alone with you –his girlfriend– standing next to him. What the hell would he do if you had legilimency? You, on the other side, seeing him all thoughtful, wondered if he’d care that the girls were still boring holes in his back, he probably wouldn’t. “Sorry you had to see that, Starshine.” 

You looked down at him with a diverted stare, “It was rather rude on your part.” 

“If I wasn’t, she’d think I was leading her on.” 

“You were never rude to me.” 

He gave you a look, “Why do you think that is, Starshine?” He asked with a flirty smile. 

You almost blushed at that, you wanted to reach for his hand, but realised it’d be a bad idea to do it then, with James’ face. You didn’t know this, but Sirius might have actually liked it if you did, even if it would increase his mental issues with the thoughts of Remus he’d been having lately. Eventually, the two of you reached the common room, the boys let you use their bathroom to shower off the sweat and stank from the bathrooms since you still looked like James and you threw yourself in Sirius’ bed, already changed into a pair of pyjamas that were a little tight on James but would be oversized once you turned back. 

“James isn’t back yet, is he?” you asked Remus, the only boy still in the room, since Sirius was in the bathroom and Peter was on his date. 

Remus shook his head and you sighed, you’d be stuck there until Prongs came back or you looked like yourself again, neither of those things seemed to be happening soon enough, “It’s no fun to be James if I’m locked up in his room,” you complained. 

Remus gave you a look, raising an eyebrow at you as he pulled his head from the book he was reading. “You thought it was fun?” 

“I mean, not the cleaning the bathroom part, but… You should have seen Evan’s face after I accidentally thrеatened him.” 

“How do you accidentally thrеaten someone?” he asked, incredulous.

“You give them a nasty look with the height and build of James Potter,” you told him. “I guess I’d be more thrеatening if I were bigger, you’re lucky I’m not as tall as any of you.” 

“Sprite size,” he joked, and you scoffed at his silly little joke. 

“Either way,  it was also fun to be taller than Pads, makes him look a lot more cute and adorable, it was hard to hold myself back from stealing a kiss like I do all the time.” 

Remus huffed a laugh, “Would have started some interesting rumours.” 

“Mhm,” you said, “Must be nice to be big and broad all the time though.” 

“Not when you bump your head onto door frames.” 

“What a drama queen Moony,” you teased. 

“It’s never happened to you. You wouldn’t know how inconvenient it is.” 

“What is inconvenient?” Sirius asked, walking out of the bathroom with just a simple towel around his middle. It was as if he thought you were actually James and not you. Either that or he purposefully wanted to fluster you. 

“Being tall, apparently,” you said, letting your gaze linger just a few seconds before turning your eyes back to Moony, who had been looking at Sirius casually. Although perhaps…

“You certainly wouldn’t know, would you Starshine?” 

You turned back to him, your eyes shining with mischief, “Careful Puppy, I’m still taller than you.”  

“Hmm… not for long,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom with some clothes in his hands. His shirt fell on the floor and you used your wand to drag it towards you, still sitting on the bed. Remus gave you a look but went back to his book, not saying a word. It was a shirt Andromeda had given him as a gift –a Queen shirt– it was soft from how many times he’d used it, but in great condition still. Perhaps he used some kind of spell. 

“Hey Moons have you seen my…?” he asked as he left the bathroom again, he had his pyjama pants on but he was still shirtless. You had his shirt in your hands, a smirk playing on your lips, or James’ lips, you supposed. “Starshine.” 

You shrugged, “It fell on the floor, didn’t wanna leave it there.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you but walked towards his bed, where you sat. You were on the edge, whereas you normally just rested against his headboard, and most of all, you had a rather suspicious expression going on, an expression he’d seen you wear before, slightly different to James’. The second he skeeved in to take it between his hands, you stood and dodged, standing a few steps from him while holding the shirt high above your head. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Taking advantage of the one time I’ll be taller than you, I suppose.” Remus was now looking at the two of you, diverted rather than paying attention to his book. 

“Maybe you just want to see me shirtless for longer,” he teased. 

You shrugged in response, “Maybe I do.”

His head pulled back, his cocksure stance faltering as he tried to process how brazen you’d been with that answer, it’s something he would have done. Regardless he got closer to try and pull the shirt. The difference in height between James and Sirius wasn’t that big, especially not when you compared it to Remus, so you couldn’t trust solely on the extra inches you had. 

Sirius reached his hand up and tried to grab the shirt, and you pulled it just behind you, there was definitely a benefit with getting James’ physical attributes, especially the speed. 

“Aw come on, that’s not fair.” 

You just smiled, daringly. “Come on Puppy, you can do this, can’t you?” 

“I’m gonna bite you next time I’m Padfoot,” he thrеatened playfully. 

“You’d only be able to do it if I still looked like Potter,” you told him with a smile. “Vixen’s too adorable to bite, am I not?” 

“My shirt.” 

“What shirt?” you asked innocently as you threw it Remus’ way.

It fell on his head, and for a second you thought he’d be mad, since he didn’t move, rather, it took him a few seconds to figure out why the shirt smelled so much like Sirius until he remembered he’d used the same shirt last night, and the previous. Fuck, it smelled delightful, focus Remus, he told himself as he took it from his head and held it between his hands. 

He looked over at you, you gave him a smile, and winked at him, an expression so unbelievably yours it was almost shocking to see it on James, all thought there was something in your eyes. 

Remus stood, as if he were to give the shirt to Sirius and your smile faded, he almost laughed but managed to hold a serious solemn face. Just as Sirius extended his hands to grab the shirt from Sirius’s hand, he pulled his arm up again, you smiled, diverted, while Sirius frowned. 

Two against one, there you go Puppy, you thought. Remus, being a lot taller, managed to hold the shirt a lot higher, which forced Sirius to walk even closer to him as he jumped around to try and get the shirt. Remus was having way too much fun to actually process the fact that a shirtless Sirius was brushing onto him as he jumped to get the shirt.

“I could just wear something else, you know.” 

“Yeah, but you won’t,” you said with a smile, you stood just behind him, blocking his hand whenever he tried to reach up for his shirt, still held high above Remus’ head. 

“Too stubborn for that,” Remus confirmed, looking at you with a complicit grin.

Sirius huffed in response but tried again. Remus pulled back and you held Sirius between your arms, but he managed to slip from your grasp and lunged at Remus, who threw the shirt over his head and towards your arms, “Great shot, Moony!”

He winked at you as Sirius crashed onto him, “Okay kids, that’s enough!” Sirius said. Remus enjoyed the closeness a little too much.

“Giving up so soon, Puppy?” you asked with a pout, passing the shirt from one hand to the other. 

“Giving– It’s completely unfair! You’re both taller and stronger.” 

You hummed, “Welcome to my world.” 

“I won’t say you’re short ever again?” he tried, you pretended to think about it for a moment. 

“What do you think, is he being honest?” 

“I don’t know Little Witch… seems unrealistic.” 

You nodded in agreement. “Aww, come on…” Sirius complained, but then he lunged for you, you moved to the side, both of you moving almost in a circle. If anyone were to see the three of you from above, they’d think you had carefully choreographed this dance. 

“Starshine…” He warned. You felt a bit of a tingling in your legs, but for some reason, you didn’t think it was the nickname or his tone that caused it. Remus from behind, notice your ear shrinking. You were changing back. 

You smiled “Come and get it!” 

He did, he skeeved forwards, you intended to crash against him, but Remus noticed you were counting on James’ strength, rather than yours. If Sirius crashed onto you, the real you and not Polyjuice-potion James, then it would probably hurt you. So he grabbed onto your waist, or James’, everyone was confused at that point, and pulled you to the side. 

Unfortunately, he tripped on a pair of shoes, and the two of you ended up falling towards the bed, not before Sirius grabbed onto the box plate of your shirt, and got pulled along with you. There was some thumping, and then complaining groans from the three. 

Remus’ back had ended on the bed, you were on top of him, back facing his chest, and Sirius was on top of you, still half naked, and feeling a lot heavier than you expected him to be. You were quite literally sandwiched between the two boys, it was oddly comforting, even if a bit uncomfortable. 

Remus frowned as your hair covered his face, you were back being you, and Sirius was crushing you against him, Sirius’ face dangerously close to his, it seemed like the longest time before the three of you managed to process what had happened. “Starshine you’re back!” Sirius said as he looked at you with a bright smile, taking the shirt from your hands, using his strength to keep your arms in your place as you tried to wriggle out. 

He gave you a rather satisfied smile as you huffed, “Not fair.” 

“Suck it up,” Sirius replied as he finally rolled to the side. “Can you give her back her voice?” 

You sighed, catching your breath still against Remus’ shoulder until you too rolled off, landing right in between the two boys and slightly pushing on both so you had enough space to lay on your back. “Can’t take me speaking like your best mate?” 

“It’s weird when you no longer look like him.” 

You shut your eyes, Remus’ bed was softer than Sirius’, you noticed as you continued to accommodate in the small space between the two. Your shoulders were all pressed together, but neither of the boys seemed to want to move either. It was warm, it was comfortable. 

Remus fetched his wand from the side with a display of wandless magic that would have been shocking had you been looking and passed it over you, “finite incantatem,” he whispered. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your voice finally back to normal. You took a deep breath, thinking that you’d have to get up now and go back to your room, even if you didn’t actually want to move. “What time is it?” 

Sirius lifted his head to look at the watch, “Almost 8,” he informed, “why?” 

You shrugged, “I probably have to go back soon.” 

“You don’t sound so eager,” Remus acknowledged.

A playful scoff left your mouth, “What with two handsome boys by my side, who would?” 

Remus scoffed and Sirius rolled his eyes, “what a flirt.” 

“Learned from the best,” you said in return and then sighed dramatically. “I don’t want to move, cleaning was so tiring!” you whined, Remus’ bed is comfortable, this was perfectly gracious.

“Should have let Prongs take the punishment,” Remus said. 

You shook your head, “No-uh, wouldn’t want to kill his chance to date Lily and get married and have beautiful children.” 

“That’s a very long story to make up in your head, Starshine.” 

“As if James himself hadn’t outwardly said that that’s what he wants,” you responded with a shrug and changed the subject. “What were you reading Rem?”

“The Godfather,” he said simply. 

Sirius turned his head, “The Mafia book you were telling us about on the train?” Remus nodded. “You haven’t finished it already?” 

He shook his head in response, “I was reading a book she borrowed,” he said, nodding towards you for a second. 

“Dorian Grey,” you acknowledged. 

“Dorian Grey?” Sirius asked, “It’s a muggle thing, isn’t it?” 

“It’s a classic, Sirius.” 

“You’d probably like it,” Remus added. 

“Oh no, he might end up like Dorian,” you joked, “Lord Henry has some rather convincing dialogue.” 

“He’s already like that.” 

“Pair of nerds,” Sirius huffed, “But I don’t like being left out, so I’ll read it.” 

You shook your head with a smile on your face, “How’s the mafia book?”

“Interesting,” Remus replied. 

“Why don’t you read to us?” Sirius asked casually. 

“What?” Remus asked, a little puzzled. 

“Oh yeah,” you said, turning your head towards him, “You have a really nice voice, read to us,” he didn’t look convinced. “Please.” 

“Oblige her Moony, she worked très hard cleaning the men’s loos today.” 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Sirius did as well… Oblige us, yeah?” Remus sighed dramatically but levitated the book right above him, you could see well enough to read by yourself but you’d much rather hear it from Remus’ soothing deep voice. In the end, he couldn’t refuse.  “Don Corleone stood up and put a fatherly arm around Johnny's shoulder.” You were smiling like an idiot, Sirius was too, both pretty satisfied with your convincing abilities.  “I’m going to make this man an offer he can't refuse,' he said, leading Johnny towards the door.” Remus was even making different voices for the characters, ‘“Now, go and enjoy yourself´ He kissed Johnny on the cheek, shut the door and turned to Tom Hagen, who had heard everything…”

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i know you arent a fan of n52 and rebirth era dc comics and i was wondering what would have wanted to see instead? im still pretty new to reading comics and i like your take on things.

oh man. oh mannnn now that's REALLY asking!!!! i could probably write a 2000 word essay in response to this question. WAHOO

okay, so the shortest form of it: it's genuinely hard to balance keeping a company afloat and having to worry about what sells, vs telling good stories when you're working with twenty to thirty years of comics as prerequisite reading sometimes. and i understand that as a principle, and that dc (and i mean. everyone) was worried about low sales numbers and the economy being not great etc etc. so i get that they wanted to do something big to mix things up and get people talking and get a lot of attention. however..........

if you haven't already read it, i'd totally recommend this article for a good breakdown of what a total shitshow n52 was and how little planning or foresight went into it whatsoever. like, you read this and you go good LORD no wonder it crashed and burned so hard they rebooted it again after just 5 years.

ANYWAYS. as for what i would have done instead...

well, it depends on how self-indulgent we're letting me be. if i could walk back geoff's lex retcon i would do that in a heartbeat, and simply confirm kon as just 100% A Clone Of Superman.

i would also love to play in the space of super comics post-new krypton more, specifically wrt kon and the steels. i would LOVE a run like superman: the man of steel set in this era, focusing a lot more on clark & the extended superfam; i'd also want searching for chris to become a real storyline - it could be a long, overarching superfam theme for a while, sending them all over the place following this or that lead on how to get chris out of the zone after mon-el finds him, etc. like, there's def things to be done with that.

in terms of my personal self-indulgence... i want to see kon & kara on a space adventure together. pleaaaaase. i want cousin bonding and i want shenanigans and i also want deeply emotional talks about new krypton and also about the fact that linda lang wears conner kent's old glasses. please. please. please. a 6 or 12 issue mini/limited series of them off in space together wouldve been everything.

in general tbh with clark, john henry, kon, kara, and nat (and lois, tho like, obvs she's a civilian) all around i think having a superman team book wouldve been really good in this era, especially with the fallout of war of the supermen and all the anti-alien sentiment sam lane cultivated. digging into kryptonians as immigrants and refugees in the wake of that could have made for some really good and poignant storytelling.

i also would love like... a new titans book. not tt03. i don't like mike mckone's art i'm sorry and also everything about what that series did to kon and bart and cassie was so... ugh. but maybe a new book focusing more on the team and all actually liking each other, for one, instead of being full of cattiness and. eugh. like, a new titans book launch for the era of cassie healing as leader, tim coming back, kon and bart Being back, etc. you know? something a lot more hopeful than tt03 feels.

in my rich inner universe this all leads to a beautiful long slow burn for tim and kon having their queer realizations and working through those feelings in longform stories, not just "and suddenly he realized he'd been bisexual all along! and instantly started making out with the first boy available." specifically i would love to have seen kon have a solo with an arc of him running off to space to try and cope with those realizations, getting into a very brief messy and bad relationship reminiscent of those of his youth but gay this time, and then ultimately accepting himself and returning home. to me kon is a gay genderqueer man, and the realization that he's not into women and was just fabricating attraction his whole life bc he assumed he had to be into women to be like superman is very jarring to him. and i would LOVE to see that journey in comic form. in space.

these are mostly superfam thoughts because honestly there are not that many other characters/groups whose storylines ive read through all the way through 2011 slkjdfkld but with more research i definitely could have more to say re: others too <3 thank you for the question, it was a fun one to ponder!!

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you've convinced me to get into wot! would you recommend books or show first?

ANON I'M SORRY I JUST SAW THIS CAUSE I WAS MOVING

watch the show first watch the show first i cannot overemphasize how much you should watch the show first

i love the books but they're a hard sell sometimes for new readers because RJ's ideas on feminism are distinctly 90s and influenced by very christian gender complementarianism and in the books queerness only exists as a phase that people grow out of/only engage in because of convenience and the show improved all of that

also if you read the books first you may fall into the trap of solely comparing the books and the show and getting stuck on the differences instead of appreciating the show for the version of the story it's telling

also also the books don't have rosamund pike in them (unless you read her audiobook versions of the first four books which are VERY good)

also also also the books are like 800+ pages each so the show is wayyyyy more accessible

watch the show first then read the books is my answer

thank you for the ask i'm glad my incessant posting about it tickled your fancy pleaaaaase let me know what you think when you do!!