#smug son a bitch (affectionate)

[astrovian]

Quay Street Productions Instagram story (16/01/25)

[lynnieverse]

undertow // turbulence

✰ second chapter!

✰ 2k words

✰ chapter song -> bad blood by bastille

✰ tags: morally grey, one-sided rivalry, mystery, mutual pining, tension, redemption

✰ a/n: I hope you like the second chapter! Thanks so much for the likes on chapter one! <3

Lennox woke with a pounding in her head and the overwhelming urge to vomit. Groaning, she rolled over, checking her phone before stumbling into her bathroom. 

As she hugged the toilet bowl, flashes of her argument with Rafe came back to her. Calling him an asshole, cruel, a black hole—God she felt horrible. Lennox couldn’t believe she unloaded on him like that, even if he deserved it. She was a very non-confrontational person, and she hated hurting people’s feelings. No matter who they were. That being said, he was a smug son of a bitch. Ordering her around, calling her princess all the time…he just got under her skin. No person had ever been able to do that as much as Rafe Cameron. 

Once she had successfully emptied her stomach and scraped herself off the tile, she slowly descended the stairs and made her way to the kitchen. Her entire family was there, Dad making breakfast as Mom and Topper talked at the bar. Topper noticed her first. 

“Len! You look rough, is the hangover that bad?” he teased, causing her to stick her tongue out at him. She decided not to comment on his own drunkenness the night before, so he wasn’t ripped a new one by their mom.

“Have some juice, honey,” her mom slipped a cup into her hand, patting her on the shoulder affectionately. Lennox took a satisfying sip, letting the cold liquid soothe her dry throat. 

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Breakfast is ready!” Dad sang, moving platters from the counter to their dining room table. Lennox flinched at the sudden increase in volume, caressing her head, but slid into her spot at the table with ease. It was overflowing with food, way too much for the four of them, but that was her dad. As they gathered to eat as a family, her dad decided to strike up a conversation about business. 

“Oh, by the way, Lennox. Rafe Cameron is going to be stopping by later to discuss a potential collaboration on a property.” She immediately choked on her orange juice, causing a coughing fit. Her mom instinctively started to rub her back, a worried look on her face. 

“What?” she croaked, rubbing her throat and wiping the water from her eyes. 

“Yes, and I think this is the perfect project for you to take the lead on, seeing as you’re both lacking a lot of experience.” She looked at her mom and Topper, trying to decipher whether or not this was a prank. Topper was trying not to laugh, and her mom looked sympathetic. Shit.

“Dad, no! I cannot work with Rafe, it’s like asking me to work with…with…I don’t know but it’s not going to work!” She couldn’t believe this was happening; she was expected to work with public enemy number one. 

“Oh quit being a drama queen. You’ll be fine,” he waved her off, cutting into his pancakes as if nothing was happening.

“But–”

“No buts!” he raised his voice. Lennox shrunk down immediately at his tone. “You will work with the boy, and it’ll be great!” Dad smiled. Lennox groaned before stuffing her mouth full of pancakes. This would not be great. 

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Lennox’s glare must have had some heat to it, because Rafe just made eye contact through her second story bedroom window.

As he sauntered to her front door she couldn't help but notice how nice he looked. He put on an actual suit for the meeting, save for a tie, and carried a briefcase. Still looked like a douche though.

Lennox took a deep breath before checking her appearance one more time. Her brown hair was curled, pulled back by two braids. She put on some light makeup and a business suit, trying to make a good first impression with her dad. He was always business business business when it came to things like this. In the meeting, she wouldn’t be his daughter, she’d be his associate. 

Lennox exited her room and made her way down the stairs slowly. They were waiting for her at the bottom, her dad having already welcomed Rafe. By the amount of hand motions he was making, she assumed her dad was engaged in a passionate conversation about work. Rafe didn’t seem to be paying that much attention.

His eyes never left her as she slowly approached, smirking at how uncomfortable she looked. The sound of her heels on the hardwood floor gave her away, and her dad finally heard her behind him. 

“Ah! Lennox, come welcome Mr. Cameron.” 

“Oh, Rafe will do just fine, Mr. Thornton,” his deep voice rasped, eyes flicking over her. She suddenly felt self conscious in her cranberry suit, wishing she’d worn something less…form fitting. Dad didn’t notice, just chuckled and clapped Rafe on the back. 

“Well then, call me Jack!” Lennox rolled her eyes, already hating the camaraderie forming between the two.

“Lennox!” he whispered sharply at her, the smile remaining on his face. She begrudgingly stepped forward, offering her hand with a strained smile. 

“Mr. Cameron, lovely to have you!” Her hand slipped into his easily, and she felt the warmth that radiated from it throughout her entire body. Their eyes met and she felt a fire in her stomach.

 Loathing. That’s what this was. Pure unadulterated loathing. 

“Lovely to see you again, Princess.” Lennox’s mouth gaped in response, looking over to her father for help. The man simply looked confused and happy to be there. 

She wondered how he got away with things like that. 

“If you don’t mind, can we take this meeting in the sitting room?” she said through bared teeth. He really was going to make her lose her mind. 

“Of course,” he bowed his head a bit, clasping his hands behind his back. She didn’t particularly want to walk in front of him, but swallowed her pride, leading them through the house. When they arrived, she took a seat at the head of the table, gesturing the chair directly to her left. Her dad hovered in the doorway, watching her like a hawk. 

“Alright, I’ve briefed Lennox on everything we’ve discussed, Rafe, and I feel confident she can take over from here if that’s alright with you?” Rafe barely turned his head, eyes directed towards her, and replied. 

“That sounds perfect, Jack, thank you.” Dad nodded and sent her a wink before closing the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone. The silence was heavy, and Lennox knew she’d have to talk eventually, but she just couldn’t. Thankfully he made the first move. 

“You’re not still mad about last night, are you? Or do you even remember it?” She scoffed, unamused. 

“Please, I wasn’t that drunk.”

“Sure, Princess, whatever you need to tell yourself.” 

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with.” 

“Alright, calm down, I’ve got the whole thing planned out. It’ll be fun.” Rafe popped open his briefcase and pulled out a manila folder, flipped it open, and slid it towards her. 

“Fun? Yeah, working with you sounds like a dream come true,” she said with crossed arms. Rafe smirked, but ignored her. 

“It’s a resort. Beachfront, private, exclusive—exactly what the OBX needs. I inherited the land after my dad… well, you know.” His expression flickered for a moment, but he covered it quickly, flipping through the pages. “Your family’s real estate empire handles the logistics, and I’ll manage the operations and design.” 

“Wait,” Lennox held up a hand, “You’re managing the design?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he chuckled, “I’m actually good at this sort of thing. You’d know if you hopped off that high horse of yours.” 

She ignored the jab, leaning over the table to glance at the blueprints he laid out. To her annoyance, the concept wasn’t terrible. The resort was sleek, modern, and perfectly tailored for high-end clients. She could almost see it working—almost.

“This isn’t bad,” she admitted reluctantly, tapping the page. “But the infrastructure on this stretch of land is a nightmare. It’s going to cost a fortune to get it up to code.”

Rafe shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “That’s your problem, isn’t it? Logistics. I’m here to make it look good.”

Lennox rolled her eyes. “Of course you are. You just want your name attached to it without doing the actual work.”

“Hey, I’m doing plenty of work,” Rafe shot back, sitting up straight. “Just because you’re too busy judging me doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Her frustration boiled over. “Judging you? Rafe, you’ve made it impossible not to judge you. Forgive me for not thinking this is suddenly your redemption arc.”

His jaw tightened, and for a second, the mask slipped. “You don’t know shit about what I’ve been dealing with, Lennox. I’m trying to clean up the mess my dad left behind. This project? It’s the first thing that’s actually mine. So yeah, I care about it.”

The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard, and she hated herself for even slightly softening. She shifted in her seat, clearing her throat. “Fine. But if we’re going to work together, there’s no room for your usual bullshit. This has to be professional.”

Rafe smirked again, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Whatever you say, Princess. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Lennox pressed her palms flat against the table, inhaling deeply. She wasn’t going to let Rafe Cameron rile her up again. Not this time.

“Alright,” she said briskly, gathering the blueprints into a neat pile. “We’ll need to tour the site first. I’ll need updated infrastructure reports, environmental impact assessments, and a list of contractors you’ve already reached out to.”

Rafe let out a low whistle. “Wow, thorough. You’ve really got this ‘boss lady’ thing down, huh?”

“Or,” she countered, “I just know how to handle things without half-assing them.”

“Lucky me, I guess. The site’s about twenty minutes out. Let’s go.”

Lennox froze. “Go? Now?”

“No time like the present, Princess,” he said, already rising from his chair and tossing her the keys to his Jeep. She caught them clumsily, glaring.

“You expect me to drive your car?”

“You’re the expert, remember?” He grinned. “I’m the ideas guy.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Charming, though,” he quipped, grabbing the blueprints and heading for the door. “Come on, Princess. Daylight’s burning.” 

God, she hated him.

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When they arrived at the property, Lennox was pleasantly surprised. It looked exactly like the pictures. The land was stunning—untouched dunes rolling into sparkling waves, with thick greenery framing the shoreline. For a moment, Lennox forgot about Rafe entirely. She stepped forward, her heels sinking slightly into the sand, and took it all in.

“Okay,” she admitted reluctantly. “It’s beautiful.”

“See? I’m not completely useless,” Rafe said, striding up beside her, hands in his pockets. “This place has potential. High-end suites here, a private marina there...”

She raised an eyebrow. “Ambitious.”

“What can I say, I’ve got big ideas…and deep pockets.” Lennox rolled her eyes. 

“Alright hotshot, let’s walk around.” He nodded and took the lead. She paused to slip off her shoes before catching up. They start making their way down the coastline, Rafe pointing out specifics of his design as they did. She really did hate to admit it, but he was good at this. 

“You’ve really thought this through…” He turned and squinted at her, having to raise his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. 

“Yeah, I’m not dicking around here, Lennox. This isn’t me playing dress up, trying on Daddy’s shoes for fun.” She opened her mouth to fire back, but something in his tone stopped her. She looked at him—really looked—and for the first time she saw something she almost pitied. 

“Rafe–” she started, but he cut her off.

“Just don’t.” He turned away, his usual smirk back in place. “I already told you I don’t do therapy sessions, Princess.” 

“But–”

“You’re the one that said stick to business, alright? Let’s do that.” He left no room for argument, so Lennox shut up. The pair walked back towards his Jeep in silence, Lennox focusing on the waves rushing over her feet. She’d never felt this awkward around him; pissed, sure, but awkwardness was new. When they made it back, Rafe spoke quietly. 

“What’d you think?” She fought for a critique, but it never surfaced. 

“Honestly? I think it’s perfect. We’d be stupid not to partner with you.” His face lit up, smile crinkling the corners of his eyes, and for some reason that caused her stomach to flip. 

“Really?” The excitement in his voice was evident even if he tried to keep it down. 

“Yeah. I hate to say it, but you’ve got yourself a deal.” Lennox held out her hand and he took it with ease. 

“So I guess we’re partners now,” he smirked. 

“If this is what I’ll have to deal with everyday, I need a raise.” 

“Careful, Princess. You might end up liking me.”

 “Doubtful,” she replied, but there was no real malice behind it. He had caught her off guard today, being less of an asshole. It wasn’t good for her health, surely. She was being cordial with him. No, professional. She was being professional and that’s all that mattered.

[ambiguousdisorderken]

few months steady kenstewy with stewy absent for the week because, well ken got to have the kids over but still, ken thinking 'this is it. he realized im a fuckup and a failure and it was never gonna work between us woe is me im poison, he's better off without me' (nevermind they still text each other) but then sunday evening rolls in and stewy comes back, his usual affectionate prick self, a bit saccharine even, and kendall's like 'the fuck bro???' and stewy's just 'im totally okay with... yk, but i just can't do it' and ken ?????¿ and stewy goes 'hey i thought i'd give you guys some bonding time, AND i did ask my assistant to send a gift –something expensive and didactic and shit. he didn'tsend it, do i have to fire someone?' and ken's sweating cold at this point, face stoic , and then stewy's like 'DUDE!! it was your kid's birthday???? as in the kid you call your son and shares your last name? iverson, is it?????? did you not remember???' and ken's panicky, was it? it IS the right month but okay his memory is spotty at best, ugh and stewy starts laughing earnestly and ken puts out the lamest comeback ever 'how did YOU remember, you fucking asshole?' and stewy's like, 'well, excuse me for resenting the one week im definitely for sure not getting dicked down you dick, like im basically a virgin rn' , and that's free ammo, it gets ken smug and grinning but his eyes are unbearably soft and ughhh, stewy huffs and says 'do not get cute on me, bitch. you still suck at the parenting thing so bad, oh my god' and ken goes to circle stewy's waist, red-faced, truly embarrassed, but also, well, big time horny . a whole week. so, he kisses a writhing stewy's neck, voice gone husky and needy 'why didn't you remind me then?' , eye roll 'not in the job description babe' , and okay, they're all tangled up in each other now, stewy pliant and gone gooey because he'sa loser for all things ken, and so so so easy for him. 'you do realize you're kinda like their stepfather right, babe?' which obviously gets him a loud 'ewwwwww !!' and many many no's!! anyway, they end up having sex right there in the living room, and afterwards stewy sorta coaches ken through fixing his significant dad miscalculation but lo and behold all's gravy baby because it wasn't even ive's birthday , it was megathump's ???

[karlyboyyy]

So many things about these five images (actually ten pages) give me warm and fuzzies, so I’m gonna list them all starting from the top!

1. Kageyama smiling!!! Like genuinely so happy to be there, playing against Hinata

2. Daichi, Asahi, and Tanaka all like “holy shit, his serve has gotten so much scarier”, they’re all so cute

3. Hinata digging the ball so flawlessly! He’s grown so much and I want to give him a hug

4. Asahi literally being blown away by Hinata’s dig, I mean look at his flowing hair!

5. Kageyama’s little smirk, he’s so fucking proud of Hinata

6. Atsumu looking like the smug little bitch (affectionate) that he is

7. Hinata soaring!!!

8. Takeda-sensei is so excited! While Ukai looks… scared lmao, but they’re basically just proud parents

9. Coach Washijo 😭😭 very grandpa

10. Hinata being so happy to be home and all his friends welcoming him back makes me wanna cry

11. “Took you long enough” Kageyama, you fruity son of a bitch. Like, he very well could have been referring to Hinata finally becoming someone he could maybe possibly lose to (and being excited about that possibility!). But for him to say that right as Hinata said “I’m here!”… Kageyama just missed his boyfriend, okay?!? He’s just so happy to have him back home and to see that’s he’s grown and learned so much. That’s a man in love, folks

[lavenderclearwater]

Tease

Clark loves being affectionate with Bruce, especially when they are in uniform. He always looks so serious as Batman, and it's nice to fluster him a bit and break that tough façade, even if only for a moment. It was cute, really, how easy it was to make him blush. All it took was a few soft touches and maybe a light-hearted compliment, then bam, red as a tomato. Bruce constantly complained afterward, saying that it was unprofessional and embarrassing, but his elevated heartbeat gave away how much he enjoyed it. The other League members also found it amusing, though they did better at hiding it.

He couldn't help but feel smug about being the only person who would dare touch the Batman for any other reason than an absolute emergency, excluding his family. Even Diana kept her hands off after learning of his touch aversion, and she was the most physical out of all of them. 

"I don't know how you do it. He's just so…" Green Lantern said while they were alone.

"Scowly?"

"Not exactly the word I was going for, but yeah."

"He's not that bad, just a little rough around the edges. Just a big ol' bat-shaped teddy bear, really."

"I'm going to have to take your word for it. I want to stay breathing."

Little did he know, Bruce overheard the whole thing. Clark had no idea what he got himself into or how vindictive Bruce could be.

* * *

Bruce Wayne is having another one of his galas, and Clark was sent off to report on it. No one knew about their relationship, except Lois and Jimmy, at the Daily planet, but he was still the first choice to go to these things. He had a feeling it was because Wayne seemed to like him better and gave him more exclusives than other the other reporters, including Lois, who usually could charm her way into any story. It also helped that he didn't despise Gotham like some of his fellow co-workers. However, he did not expect how Bruce would behave once he got there.

The second he arrived, Bruce was practically glued to his side. Sure, he was flirty with him during their interviews together, but this was…excessive. Sometimes he forgot how different he was from his superhero persona, like how much more comfortable he was with public displays of affection. They spent the whole party together with his arms wrapped around him and lips by his ear, whispering about how happy he was to have his favorite reporter to keep him company. Suddenly, Clark wasn't feeling all that confidence he had as Superman.

He thought he might get a break when he offered him a place to sit. Nope. Bruce immediately sat down on his lap, ignoring the chair across from them. 

"Not so brave without your suit, are you now?"

Son of a bitch. 

"This is payback?"

"You're not the only one who can tease, Kent."

From then on, Clark used much more restraint with his PDA while they were on duty unless he wanted to provoke Bruce like that again (which he did on occasion).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36400753

[hunsa-jars]

do you ever just look at a certain character you want to hate but just can’t because they are THE bastard (affectionate) and now there’s no turning back?

i have a lot of those, but god

This son of a gun

This fuckin goddamn mf

This psycho, crual bitch

This smug, sadistic piece of shit

STOP FUCKIN SMILING OR I WILL THROW HANDS CAN YOU STOP SMILING LIKE THAT FOR A GODDAMN SECOND I SWEAR I CAN’T DESPISE YOU PROPERLY IF YOU’RE SMIRKING ALL THE TIME, YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARD

GODDAMIT

[weasel-b33]

500 Miles (j.p x fem!reader)

Description: A few years after the birth of your son Harry, you and your husband James recall the beginning of your relationship. (NO VOLDY I CAN NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF) 

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, A little Swearing, idk Cute Daddy James, Prolly many spelling errors I wrote this late and I am very tired...

 (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING KINDA SIRIUS hehe SO IM SORRY IF IT IS TERRIBLE) 

Also the dates may be a bit wrong so im sorry in advance!! 

italicized is flashback!! 

Lyrics used in the song are from “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers (I KNOW THE SONG CAME OUT IN ‘87 BUT SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF PLEASE)

(not my gif)

The rambunctious laughter of the four year-old toddler and his father echoed throughout the large estate.

“Daddy!” exclaimed the messy haired Harry, “Can I please have a story.” Heavily emphasizing the puppy dog eyes he learned from his godfather, Sirius, a few years prior.

James Potter, the man unable to say no to anyone, tried to recall a story he had not told his son. Thinking back to the fairy tales of a prince slaying a fictional dragon, even though they are very much real, to save the princess that his mother used to tell him, James realized he was all out of good material. 

“I’m sorry bubs, I have nothing new too share,” the bespectacled man added lamely. The disappointment was instant on the child’s face, but luckily before the waterworks began, Y/N Potter strolled through the foyer into the den.

“Mommy!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and bonding over to his mother, nearly knocking her over with his brute strength.

“Umph- Where’s the fire lovey?” you questioned with a slight chuckle. The dramatics of your son were never a surprise. Between his father and Sirius, you were surprised he had not acted much worse. Walking, more like sliding due to the child gripping your calves, over to your husband and lightly pecking his lips you ask, 

“What’s wrong now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sheepishly stated, “I sorta don’t have a new story to tell him... he’s a bit peeved, if you couldn’t tell.”

A loud laugh tore through your throat as you pet your son’s hair affectionately.

“Come off Harry, Mommy has a perfect story to tell you,” you crooned softly.

“You do?”Harry questioned, rubbing the tears out of his stunning green eyes.

You picked him up and sat down near James, “Yes poppet, I have a very interesting story about how two very special people fell in love.” 

James quickly turned his head and quirked a questioning brow, “It all started when they were 15...” 

November 7, 1975

Quietly sitting on the vermilion couch of the Gryffindor Common Room, you began to fade out the noise of Lily ranting about the recent History of Magic exam, and Marlene’s long monologue over if she should or should not cut bangs. Instead, you were beginning to rip out each and every one of the hairs on your head because your Potions essay was nearly finished, yet you could not get those final words to conclude it all. 

Across the common room, a rowdy group of teenage boys, better known as the Marauders, were planning the newest prank on Snape. 

"We should give him that shampoo that will change his hair pink,” Sirius added.

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, “Pads, we did that last time come on..”

“WE HAVE NOTHING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH US, MOONY, HELP I’M DYING OF NO CREATIVITY!” Sirius exclaimed throwing himself across the scarred boy.

Although, many people turned their attention to the dark haired pureblood, James seemed he could not take his eyes off the girl nearly burning holes into her parchment, the girl he has fancied since he was 12. 

While playing with the snitch he stole, he said, “What if we tried that new rain spell we learned in charms today?” 

“Too difficult, we have not had enough practice.” Remus dismissed. “Well what if I found someone to practice on?” James added quickly turning to face his werewolf best friend. 

“Sure... Whatever, I could care less- Pads, get the bloody hell of me before I kick your arse,” 

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY REMUS JOHN,” Sirius yelled beginning his quick climb up the stairs to the boys dorm, with Remus and Peter quickly following.

“You comin’ Prongs?” Remus asked to the brunette still staring at the girl with shaky hands.

“No, I’ll come up in a few, still want to try to figure this prank out...” he said quietly. The lanky boy followed his best friends line of sight and quietly smirked to himself.

“Alright, don’t wear yourself out too much.” 

Even throughout the commotion, you still made no move to change your line of sight. That was until Marlene nudged you and whispered into your ear.

“Psst! Oi! Y/N! Why is Potter staring at you?” 

You quickly shook your head and waved off her question, opting to continue to find the right words.

Well until your blonde friend gripped your jaw, and turned your head to the direction of the boy. You instantly made eye-contact with the messy haired Gryffindor and quirked a brow. He smirked and turned his head away. You thought nothing of the interaction, until you felt a sudden drop above your head...

Instantly, it seemed as though there was a storm in the common room. Looking towards the ceiling you saw the dark rain cloud above your head. Quickly turning your head to the essay you were writing you noticed it completely wet and ruined. You jumped into action, trying to salvage what you could, but it was too late. Ignoring the screeches of your friends and fellow housemates, you began to look for the source of the cloud.

That was until you made eye contact with the laughing and smug James Potter.

“POTTER!” you yelled. Almost immediately the rain stopped, but the damage had been done. “JAMES POTTER! YOU BETTER HAVE A REASON YOU STARTED A STORM IN THE COMMON ROOM!” 

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Marauders came down to the common room to witness what was happening. But all they saw was a yelling match between you and their brunette best friend.

“YOU ARE A DICK JAMES POTTER! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS COMING! IT’S GONNA BE SO NICE TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN ALL YOUR ACTIONS FINALLY COME TO KICK YOU IN THE ARSE!” you yelled.

“What? I did nothing, I don’t mean to dampen your mood, but I have no idea what you are on about.” James replies smugly.

“UGH- YOU ARE A BULLY AND A RIGHTEOUS, STUCK UP, EGOTISTICAL ARSEHOLE! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BECAUSE-- OH MY! I-” You were quickly being dragged away by your red head companion. 

“Y/N, he is not worth it... let’s just leave.” 

“NO! I HAVE TO RESTART MY ESSAY! I WAS THIS BLOODY CLOSE. UGH- YOU ARE AN ARSE JAMES POTTER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT!”

“Y/N, it was just a prank, its no big deal relax.” James said.

“RELAX! ARE YOU KIDDING... I-” you paused taking shallow and rapid breaths, ‘you know I can not believe you think its funny. You truly have no regard for people and how they feel do you?” you asked slowly and meticulously. 

“Prongs, just apologize and lets go..” Remus said quickly.

“I- I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal.” James tried to say to you, but it was no use because you had already dragged Lily and Marlene out the common room and to the library to re-start your assignment. 

“Oh, COME ON! I did not” James stated jokingly.

“Darling, you must certainly did, I barley passed that essay as well. I blame you for me getting an E in that class.” You replied giggling.

“Moooommmyyy! Story, get back to the story,” Your son said dramatically, grabbing your cheeks and turning to face him for extra effect.

Hearing a chuckling from James in the background, “Alright bubs, back to the the story”

January 23, 1976

After months of back and forth between you and James, he was fed up trying to get your attention. From roses to chocolate, to even a firework show in your honor, James believed he had done everything to apologize to you for his stupid prank and prove his affection.

Tired of his friends constant whining, Remus and Sirius decided to take matters into their own hands and talk to someone who knew you better than anyone else, Lily and Marlene.

“Oh Evans, Mckinnon, we are in grave need of your beautiful minds” Sirius flirted. Remus smacked him across the head adding, “Ignore the git, we need some help its about-”

“James?” Lily and Marlene said in unison.

“Yeah...how did you know” Remus questioned. “Are we gonna ignore the fact they spoke at the same time” Sirius said, once again receiving a blow from his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Lily remarked, “Well, Y/N has been complaining about him for months,” Marlene quickly interjected, “...and you never are without him so its an easy assumption. 

Now its was the boys turn to roll their eyes to the back of their heads. “Anyways, he will not shut up about getting her to forgive him... so we were wondering if you had anything that could work to get her to forgive him?” Remus pleaded with the best Sirius puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Fine,” Lily and Marlene said jointly.

“THEY DID IT AGAI- OH NOT YOU TOO AS WELL!” Sirius exclaimed rubbing the now sore bump on his head. 

Ignoring the dog’s dramatics, the group of four began conducting a plan for James that would knock Y/N’s socks off.

At this point, Harry had nestled between his parents and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of you put him to bed and settle down back into the living room.

Looking longingly at his wife, James says, “Well, might as well finish the story love... it is the best part.”

Giggling at the antics of your husband, you shrug and began to finish the story...

February 14, 1976 

The Great Hall looked as though Cupid had just went on a decorating rampage. The room lined with pink and red hearts and the sight of loving couples nearly made you want to gag. Then, you remembered the boy who has dying to get your attention for the past months and can not seem but to get excited.

What does he have planned for you? Is he gonna get me a gift? Do I look presentable? 

“WHAT!” you quickly think to yourself, “Why in Merlin’s name am I excited to to see Jame- Potter. Godric I can’t feel like this for him... He his as a fly that buzzes and will not leave me alone... but he is not the worst to look at”

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as Lily starts to put food onto your plate. You begin to eat, but can only think of one thing.

James Potter.

“Why?” You begin questioning again, “Godric, Y/N You like him... No I do not.. You realize you are having this whole conversation within your brain, right? It is obvious you like him...” you grumble to yourself as you realize your psyche has won once again.

Lily noticing your strange behavior begins to question if you discovered what they have planned. 

Almost as though the boys heard Lily’s thoughts the beginning of the plan is activated.

Instantly, the candles in all of the Great Hall extinguish and there is the beginning of a song plays.

Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto the teachers table where atop, James and the rest of the Marauders stand, Remus and Sirius with guitars and Peter on the drums. James holding a mic begins to sing...

When I wake up, Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

Your head snaps to the noise and there you see in all of his glory, James Potter holding a microphone staring straight at you.

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along.

Quickly shoving the breakfast roll down your throat you nearly choke as you see the boy slowly make his way towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.

Your eyes widen comically when you see James Potter jump onto the Gryffindor table. 

And when I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

Slowly, the boy begins his walk across the table to where you sit. You try to make a run for it, but Lily and Marlene quickly grab your arms and anchor you down to the bench 

“What friends you are!” you hiss at the two.

Marlene just rolls her eyes and Lily pinches your hip.

And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door

Once the boy is standing in front of you he reaches down for your hand. Stubbornly, you ignore his gesture, well until your two friends throw you up onto the table with the love struck brunette. 

When I come home well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

You grip onto the boys biceps for stability and are forced to look into his ravishing hazel eyes...

In that moment you forget all that he has done to you in the past and all you can think about is him and you. 

But I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who roles a thousand miles To fall down at your door.

Smiling, to yourself, you grab the face of the boy in front of you and mold your lips together. Ignoring the cheers of your classmates, the only sounds you hear are the background noise of the boy’s best friends signing backup. 

Da da da  Da da da                                                                                                            Da Da Dun Diddle                                                                                            Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da.....

Smiling to yourself and grabbing the hand of the man you love you start laughing.

“What’s so funny, love?” James asks.

“Nothing.... Just we began dating because you performed a whole song and dance in front of the entirety of Hogwarts.” you reply breathlessly.

“Well, hey, look at us now... happy, healthy, and a true family.” he replies smiling at your antics.

You lay down your head into the lap of your husband, and look up into his hazel eyes you got lost into all those years ago, “Such a sap, Potter, such a sap...”

Kissing your cheek softly, “Only for you, my darling girl... only for you...” 

“I love you Jamie”

“I love you more, my love.”            ______________________________________________________________

AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! IM SORRY IF IT IS SO BAD!! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I COULD DO ANYTHING BETTER!!! AHHHH (but like kinda like this story... kinda proud ;))

[swift--fox]

Creeping Is A Dangerous Game

Day two of Tickletober- Begging

(I never said I was good at naming things)

Castiel has a drag of a school day, so he finds a way of enternatining himself afterward. And if it’s at the expense of his boyfriend? So be it.

(Thank you @deadpiss for writing this one for me)

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English lit. is a fucking drag of a class, and today was no exception. He’d had to listen to Professor Shurley—or Chuck, as he insists his class call him—drone on for forty-five minutes about dramatic irony, of all things. His ass was still a little numb and he was bored out of his wits, itching for some kind of entertainment to make up for that day. 

He sees Dean—or rather, the legs attached to him—under an old but classic-looking car. He imagines Dean is thrilled to be working on it, he’ll probably talk Cas’s ear off about it later. That can wait. 

He shrugs his satchel off his shoulders and drops it off by the tool bench, walks over to his preoccupied boyfriend.

Of course, he goes ignored. Dean is in grease-monkey mode; fully engrossed in his work. Castiel nudges an oil-smeared thigh with the toe of his boot and Dean’s entire body does a half-aborted jerk and he makes a startled noise from under the belly of the car which echoes in the empty garage. He slides his way out, shooting Cas a dirty look—quite literally, given the state of his matted hair and the dark smudges on his face. 

“Owch.” He says pointedly, rubbing at his forehead. Castiel shoots him his sweetest smile and extends a hand, wiggling his fingers. 

“I’m back,” He bats his eyes, the picture of innocence. “I missed you.” 

Dean doesn’t take his hand and is already pulling himself back under the car. “Uh-huh. Missed you too. I’m a little tied up right now, s’all. Busy day.”

“I’m sure. All your non-existent customers and I are packed in here like sardines. It’s madness out here,” He says dryly, circling around to Dean’s feet. 

“Asshole. C’mon, I’m almost done. Just gotta make sure everything’s screwed in and working down here and then check out the rattling in the engine. Prob’ly change the oil, too—this dude doesn’t know shit about cars. ‘Specially classy ladies like this baby.”

Cas can hear the affectionate pat Dean gives the underside of the car and he scowls. He’s more enamored with this rusty old car than him. 

“Y’know, I’ve never worked on a—JESUS—”

Castiel sits on Dean’s hips and lets his knees touch the ground on either side to keep Dean from rolling back out. 

“Oh, do continue, Dean—I’m so excited to hear allll about the car that you’re ignoring me in favor of.”

“You’re such a petty bitch, Cas. You’re gonna break my creeper!” 

Cas eyes the strip of exposed skin over Dean’s waistband where the hem of his shirt pulls away. His arms must be over his head. Perfect. Castiel slides his hands up starting from Dean’s thighs to his ribs, staying over his shirt but dragging the hem up even further with the movement. “Say again?” 

Dean stiffens under him and his breathing stutters. “C—Cas. C’mon, not here. I’m—I’m serious, dude, this is—it’s my work! I gotta—NO!” He breaks off with a yelp when Cas’s fingers ripple against his ribs. 

“Of course, Dean, don’t let me stop you. Just pretend I’m not here.” Cas says solemnly as ten fingers tickle a meandering path down either side of Dean’s ribs to congregate on his soft and currently heaving belly. 

He bucks up as much as his position allows and his feet desperately scramble behind Cas, trying to pull himself out from under the car. Cas braces his knees further apart and holds the board in place. “You—Youhou fuhucker.” 

“Is that what kind of pet names we’re using now? Shall I call you ‘bitch’ instead of Darling? Honey? Oh, what about ‘my dear’ or ‘good boy’? You love those,” He lists off each example with a poke to Dean’s stomach. He can see the pink dusting Dean’s cheeks and neck in his mind’s eye at the mention of the last example. 

Dean elects not to say anything, he just writhes as much as the narrow board of his glorified skateboard allows. Cas watches Dean’s futile attempts at dislodging him with a smug sort of fondness, his hands resting on Dean’s soft sides. Unmoving, for the moment.

He gives Dean’s left side a squeeze. “You’re very cute like this.” 

Dean makes a strangled noise in his throat and Cas smiles. “Am not. Can you—we’re in public. Someone could co—nonono, Cas, don’t! Anyone could walk in—stopstopstop,” Dean hits his forearms on the underside of the car trying to pull them back to his sides when Cas starts rucking his shirt up. 

“I can’t! N—” Dean cuts himself off when Cas presses a kiss just below his belly button. He sucks in his stomach but Cas only chases after it, pressing mouthy kisses randomly along his middle. He’s stuck between a rock, a hard place, and his sadistic attention-whore of a boyfriend. All he can do is kick fruitlessly at the concrete floor of the garage and do his best not to hit the car with his twitching arms lest he undo his hard work, and giggle. 

He’s taken to pleading, now. Bribing. “C’mon, c’mohon. Eh—eheh—I’ll—I’ll clean the dishes! For a week!” Dean’s voice gets shriller when Cas brings his teeth into the mix, biting at the soft flesh of his belly and flank. “A MONTH, I’LLDOITFORAMONTH—”

“Hmm, a tempting offer.” Cas ceases his torment for a moment. His fingers catch the band of Dean’s pants and tug them down a little. He hears the panicked breath Dean drags in. “Not as tempting, though,” He continues, fingers trailing from Dean’s sides down towards his hips. “As this.” He presses his thumbs into the hollows beside the bony ridges and Dean’s entire body spasms.

“I’LL FUCKING—I’ll do yoga! I’ll do it, pleasepleasepleaseohgodno, I c—I cahan’t.” He sobs through cackling laughter. Cas raises an eyebrow and withdraws. Pleased, he stands and gives Dean some space to extract himself from the underbelly of the vehicle and catch his breath; he’s red-faced and panting. He throws his arms over his face and sucks in air greedily.

“You’re an evil son of a bitch.” He says breathlessly. 

“Mm, only because you like me that way.” Cas offers his hand and Dean eyes it warily before taking it, heaving himself carefully off the creeper. 

“Next time we keep that shit at home. I don’t wanna get fired just ‘cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” He glares at his self-satisfied boyfriend, but it holds no heat.

“Next time?” Cas smirks.

Dean pinkens even further and elbows him in the ribs. “Shuddup.”

[creativityobsessed]

your ship of choice + 12 for the soft fic prompt meme?

Okay, I got... a little carried away for this one, tbh. Leverage Redemption has me in my ot3 feels and back on my bullshit again, and. This happened. (Under the cut to save your dash.) Leverage ot3 x “you could say I’m fond of you”

Cross-posted to Ao3 if you'd rather read there

“No, hang on, what was that you said a minute ago?” Hardison asks, his voice loud in Eliot’s ear. Eliot ducks a blow from the guy on his right and then retaliates with a gut punch before focusing back on his left.

“I’m a little busy right now, Hardison!”

“He said ‘Be careful!’” Parker chimes in, helpfully. Eliot imagines she’s probably saying it as she uncurls from a pipe in the ceiling that has her dangling right over the priceless gem that is their target. Perfectly normally too, no sound of effort, but he supposes that’s what one gets when one practices hanging curls daily. He ducks again, and then stamps down on an ankle, hearing it crack in a very satisfying way.

“No, I heard that, he always says that, I’m just having a hard time remembering what happened after that,” Hardison says. This part of the con is where Hardison always gets mouthy, this is the part where Hardison has nothing to do, and he takes it out - Eliot jumps over the attempt to sweep his leg from the third guy, and grabs the gun out of the fourth’s hands, disarming it before tossing the parts in two separate directions - he takes it out on the rest of them by distracting them with his snark.

“Oh, after that he told us we had to come back, cause if we didn’t he’d be worried. Or did he say upset?”

“Parker! Focus on your own damn job,” Eliot growls, a hand to his ear.

“I’m all set, just waiting for you to cut the alarms. How’s that security detail coming?”

“It’d come faster if Hardison would stop pestering me.”

“I’m not pestering! I’m just, I’ve noticed lately that you’ve become, oh what’s the word?”

“Softer?” Parker chimes in.

“I’m not soft!” Eliot yells, and he narrowly avoids dodging one last hit before he shoves the last man hard enough into some crates that it knocks him out.

“Affectionate?” Parker tries again.

“I’m not…” Eliot pauses, and then lowers his voice. Nevermind that he just had a loud fight out here, he’s not yelling this, “I’m not affectionate, look, you wanna steal this thing or not?”

“Look, I’m just noticing that lately you’ve been real… protective of us,” Hardison says. Eliot just rolls his eyes and heads towards the security control room.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” Hardison continues.

“Alright, I won’t,” Eliot interjects

“I just wanted you to know, we noticed. And, you know, we talked about it, and… we’re cool with it. All of it. Whatever you want.”

Eliot pauses. Is Hardison saying…? Hardison and Parker have been together for a couple years now, and they’re lovely for each other, he’s so happy for them. Maybe he doesn’t look too hard at why he always feels the urge to hit something when they’re being all lovey-dovey near him, but that’s just ‘cause he doesn’t do that. And because he’s happy for them.

But. If Hardison is really saying what he thinks he is… He takes a deep breath.

“Alright, look. Listen up, cause I’m only gonna say this once. Yes. I am protective of you, cause you’re my ffff-” he can’t bring himself to say family, because they’re not, not in the way he wants, “friends. You might even say that I’m… fond of you. Okay? If either of you gets hurt, I will hunt down the son of a bitch that did it to you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Ha. Told you!” Parker barks, “Told you he wouldn’t say it.”

“Dammit Parker, I’m trying to-”

“No, no, no,” Hardison interrupts, “It’s okay. It’s alright. We hear you. You’re fond of us. We got it.”

“Dammit Hardison!”

“No, no, get on with the job, we’re all waiting on you, baby, just hit that button.” Eliot can hear the smugness in Hardison’s voice, and dammit, why are all the security dudes out, he wants to hit something especially after Hardison just called him “baby.” He whacks the button harder than necessary, just to get a little of that energy out. In the background he can hear Hardison chuckling and repeating “fond” quietly to himself.

“Alright, it’s done. Parker go!” Eliot says, one finger to the comm in his ear, desperate to get this con back on track.

“Parker going!”

“That’s my girl!” Hardison cheers her on. Eliot wipes his palms on his pants, cleaning off dust.

“And, hey, Eliot,” Hardison adds.

“Yeah, I know, I know, time to get out.”

“No, I just- I was gonna say, ‘We love you too.’ That’s it, just ‘We love you too.’ Come on man, you gotta ruin that?”

[fredweesleyismyslut]

Forever be yours - Draco Malfoy x Curvy!muggle!reader

A/N: Hey guys!!!!!  I was looking through my list of things that I should write.  It’s literally just a stupid list of ideas that I randomly get before bed because someone(me) apparently can’t sleep at night and sits around lying in bed for an hour before finally passing out.  Anyways, I wrote this whenever I wasn’t busy so I hope you guys like it!!!  Bye, and enjoy!!

You were sitting at lunch with your friends eating lunch, talking about random things.  Your best friend who was sitting closest to you says, “Hey, you’ve been awfully quiet today.”  Looking up you responded, “I’m just tired, I think I stayed up too late.  It’s just...Pansy said-”  Your friend immediately cuts you off, “Do I have to stab a bitch?  Or...I mean I’m ready for anything I just need you to tell me before so I can prepare-”  “No no...oh my god...well, now I know who to go to if I want to hide a body.”  She smiles, nudging you slightly, “For you?  Anything...especially if it comes to Pansy I can’t stand her ugh it’s like she created her whole personality off of Mr.Scrooge.”  Snorting softly, you nudge her back before breaking out into soft laughter, “So, what’s the problem with her that’s got you so worried.”  “Well, she told me that….that Draco asked her to go to his family Christmas dinner.”  Rolling her eyes she grabs your hand, “I can already see her smug smile.  Well, did you ask Draco?”  Shaking your head you looked down at your hands, “I-I didn’t get the chance to.  I mean his parents don’t even know we’re dating and I’m y’know-”  Cutting you off yet again, “You’re what?  Amazing?  Gorgeous?  Wonderful? A Goddess?  Basically everything better than Pansy?”  Corners of your lips curving softly you look her in the eyes, “Thank you...but I’m just worried we all know how his parents are and me not being the…” whispering the last part, “y’know a muggle and not meeting the...beauty standard.”  “Okay, you know what?  You are valid in feeling that way but I want you to know y/n that you are absolutely gorgeous I would kill for your body and if they don’t like you then it’s Draco who has to either step up for you or you kick him to the curb because I won’t let you accept any less.  Got it?”  She stared intensely into your eyes till you finally nodded, “Yes, mother, I got it.  Thanks for the pep talk.”  Putting her arm around your shoulders she smiled, “Anytime because I am not letting my best friend talk shit about herself.”  Then, she shook your shoulder softly, “There he is.  Go talk to him now.”  

You looked up, seeing the crown of golden hair that you’ve grown to love so much.  Draco practically glowed in the soft glow of the lights, laughing at something his friends said.  Nudging you up slightly, your friend asks, “Want me to come with?”  Shaking your head softly, you declined, “I need to talk to him and I’m pretty sure if I bring you you’ll just glare at him intensely like a lion waiting to pounce.”  Chuckling softly she replied, “Well if you need help just yknow shout and I’m ready.”  She mimed punching someone then as if feeling your nerves, she softly gripped your hand, “It’ll be fine.  Seriously, I can tell how much he’s changed since he’s been with you.  When he looks at you he looks like he is staring into the face of God, like he’s head over heels for you.”  Nodding you gripped her hand back for comfort before letting go to talk to Draco.  His head lifted up as soon as he saw you, a smile forming on his lips immediately at the sight of you, eyes widening like a puppy seeing his owner come home all he needed was a tail.  A girl at the table said something, immediately causing Draco to give an intense glare that if looks could kill you know her head would’ve toppled off and flown twenty feet into next Tuesday.  He stood up walking up to you and grasping your hand in his, “Hey, darling.  I didn’t get to see you yesterday.”  His blue eyes seemed to glow and change colors under the lights as you were drawn towards the comfort of his arms.  “I’m sorry I was kind of tired.”  He nodded as you continued, “Ummmm...are you busy?  We need to talk.”  His face seemed to contort between being worried and trying to keep a smile on.  Looking over his shoulder, he said, “Hey, be right back!”  before turning again to give a final soft glare.  

He took your hand in his leading you out into the hallway before finding a staircase.  “Is something wrong?”  he asked before worry creased his eyebrows even more, “Did I do something, love?”  Breathing to keep your voice from cracking you burst out quickly, “Are you embarrassed of me?” His face turned into utter confusion as he looks to your face, “Embarrassed?  What do you mean, darling?  Why would I be embarrassed?”  Hands trembling you hold his gaze, biting back tears, “I-I just” taking another deep breath you continued, “Pansy told me that you invited her to your family Christmas dinner.  But not me?  Did you not want your parents to see me?”  Draco’s mouth turns into a tight line, confirming your suspicions slightly before he places a hand on your cheek and sighed audibly, “That Pansy...I’m going to-” sighing and ruffling his perfectly gelled hair he continued, “I would never be embarrassed of you, you’re amazing...there’s no better words to describe you besides that you are the love of my life. I didn’t invite her I was asking her how I should invite you because...because we’ve been dating and of course I want you to meet my parents.”  His eyes meet yours briefly before skirting away to look at your hands, “I was afraid it would make you nervous to meet them since they’re not...they’re not the-”  His shoulders slump as he hears a soft sniffle from you, “I suggested she come with one of your friends to ease the dinner process and...and then you could stay the night…”  His hands were picking at each other as if he was having a very intense thumb war with himself, “I understand if you don’t want to come over or even spend the night it might be rushing-”  Cutting him off with a chaste kiss to the lips you smile grabbing his hands in yours, “You’re going to have bloody fingers doing that...Draco, my love, I would love to come over for dinner and...and spend the night.”  A smile spreads across his cheeks quickly as you continue, “We’ve been together for two years I definitely don’t think we’re rushing things and you’ve already met my parents it’s about time I meet yours...even if they don’t like me.”  He places a kiss on your forehead, pushing hair from your face as you opened your mouth to continue, “I do have one condition though.”  He raised his eyebrows in response, prompting you to continue, “Hermione gets to be my plus one.”  Draco’s mouth stutter softly, “Granger?  Why not any of your other friends?”  You smile softly, “Number one because if I brought any of my other friends we might have a full-on war at your house and you know that, especially knowing your father, my friend might bite his head off. Also, I love Hermione and I want her to come if she wants to.”  Draco nodded his head, knowing that your first point was very true, once when one his friends made a side comment about your appearance because you had decided to wear more fitting clothes and before Draco could respond your best friend immediately sent a fist flying his way and he learned from a broken nose not to mess with you.  From then on it was as if they had a silent agreement that they both loved you and would let no one harm you.  You kissed his cheek, rubbing your nose against his slightly before pulling away, “Alright, it’s decided then.  I’m spending Christmas with you and then we’re going back to my house the next day to bake cookies?  My mother misses you she thinks you’re an angel.”  Rolling your eyes softly as Draco chuckled you followed with, “I swear on Godric’s balls that she loves you more than me.  I’m pretty sure she wants us to get married just so you can be her son.”  Draco’s eyebrows perked up slightly as you realized what you’d said as he smiled softly with a glint in his eyes, “So, you talk about marrying me at home?”  Punching his shoulder you snorted, “Noooo…..”  As he laughed, “Speaking of marriage I think I’d like to have a daughter-”  Punching his arm slightly you kissed his lips, “Don’t get ahead of yourself pretty boy we’ve got a long ways to go before we think of kids, but if we did I think two is a good number.”  Draco’s eyes lit as he smiled softly at you, light reflecting off his hair making him look ethereal.  His forehead touched yours as he whispered, “I love you, y/n and I promise I’ll forever be yours.”  Eyes tearing up softly you smiled, “I love you too, Draco...ugh you’re making me cry.”

  Safe to say dinner went as well as could during Christmas with Hermione being as polite as possible and as soon as Draco’s father made a comment you and Hermione immediately went to town on putting him in his place.  This must’ve impressed him as he bit back any comments he said for the rest of dinner and made peace with you.  

The next day, your mother immediately went to Draco as she gave him a big hug, “Mom, just in case you forgot I’m your daughter.”  Draco laughed as your mother waved you off affectionately and he kissed your mom’s hand, “Honey, just wait I got dinner prepared for you.  I’m sure you’re hungry from traveling.”  Your dad came around to get your bags as he gave you a side hug, “He’s a good one, that boy.  In case the day comes, I want you to know I’m okay with you marrying him.  Don’t let him know though I want him to work for it.”  Laughing you linked arms with your dad, “He is a good one.  I love him, dad, like I really do.”  He patted your  shoulder watching as Draco was walking into your house arm linked with your mom as he turned and smiled at you, “I know sweetheart, and if I know anything about love I can tell that he’d do anything for you.”  Your mom peeked her head out the door, “Hurry up, y/n!  You’re letting the food get cold!”  “Okay, okay mom!”  Baking cookies with Draco was amazing as he helped...well if you call rubbing flour over your face helping.  Nonetheless, the cookies tasted amazingly perfect as your mother pulled you to the side before everyone was heading to bed.  “You know, honey...can I tell you something?”  Nodding you let her continue, “That boy...that boy is in love with you.  He stares at you like you’re his sunshine, I mean he could not take his eyes off you all night”  She sighed contentedly as she hummed softly walking off to bed, “Goodnight honey, and tell my future son-in-law good night too.”  Draco came around the corner as he said, “Good night, mom.”  If your mother cried any harder it would’ve been the most embarrassing night of your life second to when you threw up on your best friend after having one too many desserts at the Yule Ball.

[hq-lovin]

hii !! can i get headcanons for kuroo where he tries and successfully gets his girlfriend's ex-gf (or ex-bf! any is fine haha) to be jealous by being really affectionate with her in public and just,,, posting social media posts about the two of them?? HAHA thank you and i hope u hab a good day !!

kuroo making your ex jealous

hello! thank you sm for requesting! this was a lot of fun to write especially bc Kuroo would do that 😭 he’s such a lil shit, hope u enjoy!

oh I also added what I think Kuroo’s post would’ve looked like for fun!

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and I made the ex and reader gender neutral

➣ pairing : kuroo x reader

➣ headcannons

➣ warning : none!

gif @hq-kurootetsurou

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Groaning internally, you tug on Kuroo’s sleeve a little tighter than usual, squirming in your seat uncomfortably as you feel their gaze on you.

“What’s wrong babes?” Kuroo’s deep voice interrupts your anxious thoughts by cupping your face gently, his eyes softening ever so slightly.

A soft whine erupts from your throat as you take quick glances at your ex, who recently transferred to Nekoma.

“You know that new kid over there?” You subtly nod at their direction and Kuroo takes a glimpse at where you gestured at.

“Yeah...”

“And remember that shitty ex I had?”

“Yeah, is that— no.” “Yes.” Kuroo nods, and an idea pops into his head making his lips curl into a mischievous smirk.

“Anyways, just don’t— woah!” You yelp as you feel two strong arms grab your waist and plop your down on their lap, instantly turning around you see Kuroo smiling.

“Hm? What?” He asks, leaning against his palm effectively hiding his smug grin and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.

“Why am I o-on your lap?” You ask feeling your heart pound harder.

“Can’t I just show everyone how much I love you?” He tilts his head “innocently” and you gulp before turning around and continuing your story.

Kuroo’s smile grows wider and his eyes flicker to your ex, who was now rolling their eyes and looked down at their phone.

Kuroo wraps his arms around your waist pulling your closer and burying his head into the crook of your neck making your stomach do flips.

“Kuroo? You d-doin okie?” Your voice cracks and you feel heat rising up to your ears, as shivers crawl up your spine.

“Doing fine babe, continue your story,” you feel him smile against your neck, and your eyes shift around the room to see if anyone was looking, unaware that your ex had gotten dizzy from how much they were rolling their eyes.

The next day, Kuroo was even more affectionate. Calling you more pet names than usual, holding your hand whenever he had the chance, throwing you smirks here and there.

One time Yaku had to tell you guys to get a room

Hell, he even went as far as posting those gross lovey dovey couple things on his Instagram and is story.

Your ex immediately unfollowed that son of a bitch, Kuroo noticed and just caCKLES for like 277337 hours, and you’re genuinely concerned.

One day you confront him and ask him why he’s suddenly so affectionate, especially in public and he has the same answer every time.

“I just like seeing you blush,” and you huff knowing that’s not the real reason why he’s suddenly so into PDA.

Sooner or later you just let him treat you with love in public.

“You sure you just like seeing me flustered?”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” he says while winking at your ex whose across the room, once again rolling their eyes to the back of their head.

Kuroo’s insta post:

[myherogroundzero]

under the mistletoe with you (todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, kaminari, kirishima, shinsou, dabi)

A/N: just some christmas headcanons with the best boys :) i hope you like it!!! also, merry christmas eve haha!!

warnings: language, mentions of the greased weasel tango

summary: you do whatever you can to get under the mistletoe with the above mentioned characters, even if it means strategically placing it all over the place just to make it happen

shouto todoroki

he was honestly completely oblivious as to what you were trying to do

such a sweet, innocent boy

he was very confused by your odd requests to go to this place instead of that one (even when they led to the same destination???)

but he followed anyway to appease you

which meant that getting him under the mistletoe was very simple

but getting him to understand was a different story

he wasnt very exposed to love between two people (*cough* endeavor you piece of shit *cough*)

so he wasnt very... knowledged in the art of christmas traditions, to say the least

the two of you walked under the mistletoe

you literally stop abruptly and turn around to face him

todoroki: ????????? what???????

you grin at him with that all too familiar glint in your eyes before you point upwards

he looks up and raises his eyebrow

like um... what do you want

but when you wrap your arms around his neck and get on your tippy toes

he starts to realise what you want

he gives you that FUCKING ADORABLE LITTLE SMILE OF HIS UGH

and you smile right back before you lean in and kiss him

he can’t help but smile against your lips because he loves you and its beautiful :((

his hands would be on your hips

everything feels perfect because you are with him

katsuki bakugou

(this is not mine but i wish i was this talented honestly)

he doesnt listen to a word you say

literally he has zero obedience of any kind

but mostly, it’s because he knows exactly what youre up to

all those mischievous grins? all those bribes to go into the kitchen? he doesnt buy it for one second

nice try bucko, but hes not giving you what you want

even tho lowkey??? he wants it too

but he wouldnt admit that

because hes a stubborn bitch

but damn, you do look adorable in your christmas pajamas

honestly, for him it’s become a test of self-restraint

but he seemed to have underestimated how smart you really are

you saw him going through the hallway back to the living room and you bolted

you had, unbeknownst to him, placed multiple mistletoe around the house

you’d caught him by surprised so he had stopped in his tracks when he saw you rush past him

you realise you may have ran too fast, because hes not under the mistletoe; you are

he chuckles before walking to you, grabbing your hips, and pulling you to him

he finally gave in and kissed you

you ran your fingers through his hair while he deepend the kiss

all in all, it got pretty heated

but even though hes kinda mean to you

and a little rough when it comes to affection (not that we mind right?)

youre his princess 🥺

hes even sure to tell you that because um??? you deserve the WORLD

yeah he loves you

a lot

izuku midoriya

THIS BOY

hes so WHOLESOME

he wants to make you the happiest person in the WORLD

literally ask him to do anything and he will

hes so whipped for you its not even funny

“izuku? baby, come here!”

he’s up in seconds, no joke

he’s right by your side, mostly because he thought you were hurt

but then he sees your gorgeous smile and hes confused

of course, him being the subby baby that he is, does not initiate kisses normally (emphasis on normally)

so without hesitation, you grab his shirt and smash your lips against his

again, hes confused as HELL??? but hes not complaining

“what was that for, y/n?”

you give him the most innocent look and he doesnt believe it for a MINUTE

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE SPAWN OF SATAN

but that’s beside the point

you smile and point up to the mistletoe above your heads

he smiles and kisses you one more time (initiation? only sometimes)

“you’re so cute.”

and of course, because you have no self control, you kiss him O N E more time

because hes just too cute

and honestly theres no one you’d rather spend your christmas with

denki kaminari

okay, PLOT TWIST

hes the one trying to kiss YOU

but without his knowledge, you too are trying to kiss him

but you both have two different plans LMAO

“denki baby, come outside with me!”

“okay but consider this: what if you came to the bedroom with me?”

“but... outside?”

“but i wanna show you something!”

literally it’s just you two arguing about who should go where with the other

and both of you happen to be too dense to realise the intentions of the other

but you being the evil son of a bitch you are, you do whatever to get your way

even if that means... bribing denki 😏

“denki i’ll leave your ass, come with me.”

the romance is alive

but he follows you because??? are you joking or not??? he cant FUCKING TELL

you stop in the doorway and look at him

then it hits him

he beams at you and gives you the sweetest kiss

his kisses taste like sunshine

you melt immediately, a tingling feeling spreading from your toes to your fingers

you love this crackhead so much

but youre also a crackhead

like you both radiate MASSIVE crackhead energy

but theres nothing quite like being mentally unstable with the person you love

eijirou kirishima

hes kind of like midoriya?

wants to make you the happiest

but like hes not quite as subby

more of a switch honestly but thats not important

basically, you tell him to come with you

he does it

no questions asked

you grin and jump up to wrap your legs around his waist

he reacts immediately, placing his hands under your thighs to hold you up

you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as you kiss him

bro this boy has it BAD for you

how did he get so lucky???

youre so perfect???

marry him rn tbh

hitoshi shinsou

this sarcastic son of a bitch can take me

but anyway, he’s a great time really

he’s like the perfect mixture of good, affectionate boyfriend and funny, sarcastic, playful boyfriend

but hes not whipped

you tell him to do something?

“yeah? or what, kitten?”

honestly you want to kill him

but restraint and patience is the key to a healthy and good life

in other words, you dont really have a healthy and good life

just kidding

sort of

but anyway

“hitoshi, darling, you know i love you, right?

“what the fuck do you want?”

his suspicions are REAL

there is NO TRUST WHEN IT COMES TO YOU

you fucking psycho

no but anyway, getting him under the mistletoe is unsuccessful

but you do get kisses from him

he doesnt even need to use his quirk to persuade you into sitting on his lap

youre there in a heartbeat

he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses before he gets to your lips

and with each kiss, you feel your skin tingle and your cheeks burn

he had your whole heart

this smug bitch knew it too

and he used that fact to his advantage, but he’d be lying if he said you didnt have his heart too

hes a little bitch but you love him

dabi

HE IS THE BIGGEST BITCH OUT THERE

but good GOD is he hot

anyway

yeah he goes under the mistletoe with you pretty willingly

probably because he thinks hes gonna get some

but???

today is the day of JESUS

and he needs to read a fucking bible first of all

he still genuinely loves you though

“dabi, come under the mistletoe with me!”

“why? can’t you just come here and kiss me? my lap is much more comfortable, if you really think about it.”

you roll your eyes at that

“but it’s tradition! come on babe, please?”

he sighed

really loudly

as if you asked him to do the most BORING thing in the world

but he got up and came over to you

he pushed you up against the doorframe and kissed you without any warning

your hands rested on his chest as you kissed back, trying to put more force in

he had no problem overpowering you though

he’s a fucking DOM and theres no argument in that

massive dick energy 😎

what was supposed to be a slow and sweet kiss QUICKLY got heated and sloppy

he moved from your lips to your jaw and neck

you were a panting mess

and then he hit that s p e c i a l spot on your neck

and man it was over

you were not going to get out of this one

you were going to have a l o n g night

not that that was much of a problem

you loved him just as much as he loved you

spending the night committing the sinful dance of frickle frackle with him would be magical

lmfao jk this is a strictly christian blog, there’ll be no frick or frack on this HOLY DAY OF GOD

[fal-carrington]

168 hours without you

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc

Disclaimer: Characters belongs to PB

A/N: Mother has arrived bitches

Prompt: Married life was something so new, so strange and wonderfully good, being a wife was something Kamilah would never have imagined she was extremely good at, but when Mia has to travel to a business conference and spend a week away, Kamilah will have to deal with the 168 hours without her wife, can she handle it?

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The penthouse, 21:45pm

Leaning against the threshold of the door, Kamilah stood silently watching Mia, with her back to her, patiently packing her suitcase, folding piece after piece and placing them in her Louis Vuitton suitcase.

"So, are you leaving already?" The question came out in a low tone, but enough so Mia could hear it.

"Yup" She answered without turning around, her attention focused on her purse and the items she was going to put in it. "Do you think it would be too much if I put on a sixth dress? I want to keep my options open."

Kamilah shook her head when she heard that, an affectionate smile on her lips.

"In all my business trips, I never considered adding more than two dresses, but you seem to be the exception to the rule."

Mia laughed looking over her shoulder with her greenish eyes, and that bright dimpled smile, which made Kamilah's heart soar with a certain frequency, more than she would like to admit out loud.

"I am aware, Mrs Sayeed." She smiled and went back to what she was doing.

Kamilah crossed her arms and entered the room, seeing Mia going on a business trip to London, leaving her at a crossroads of feelings.

She was proud, incredibly proud that her wife had ascended to such an important position as COO of Raines Corp, even though Adrian was now completely devoted to his position as Senator of New York, he still remained CEO, and the promotion her wife had received was more than deserved.

However, another part of her heart still remained restless, both were married for only 4 months and that was still all too new for her, and seeing her wife travel, and spending a week away negotiating with investidors in London and leaving her in New York alone in their penthouse, made her heart restless more than she would have liked.

"I know you're worried about me" Mia broke the silence, surprising Kamilah before she could say anything. "But it'll be okay, I promise. I won't mess up this opportunity."

Her words left Kamilah surprised in those mere seconds, and Mia saw this, her green eyes carefully watching her wife recover her composure and her usual stoic look.

"I-" Kamilah began to say, but was interrupted by her young wife.

"Telepath, remember? I know you don't like it when someone invade your mind. It's not as if I'm reading your thoughts on purpose, sometimes it gets out of my control." She shrugged.

"What I mean is I know the importance of this trip and the seriousness, and it's an opportunity to show Adrian that he wasn't wrong to give me the COO job, and to show you that I've matured."

A smile escaped Kamilah's lips before she could contain it.

"I know. I see it, every day."

"You know you could go with me." Mia approached Kamilah, a small trace of hope in her eyes.

Kamilah smiled at her words. As much as she wanted to go with her wife, she knew that this was to be her trip, and the success of the negotiation depended exclusively on her, and Kamilah did not want to steal her merit or distract her from her goal. Besides, she still had to keep her company in control too.

"You know my company needs me, even if I am supervising from home, and my garden needs my attention too."

"I knew you'd say that" Mia gave a smug smile that Kamilah knew perfectly well and turned her attention to her bag.

"Okay, I think we're all set." Mia climbed up the zipper of her purse, looking around at all her necessary utensils on the bed. "I think I've got everything I need."

"Dresses"? Check. Heels? Check. Dryer, toothbrush, notebook and everything a modern woman needs to survive on a trip? Check. Joke cards to tell at the meeting? Check."

Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"You're not taking this." She said by approaching and taking the joke cards out of her wife's hands. "That'll stay with me."

"Hey! I got great jokes there." Mia tried to take them back, uselessly.

"Are you seriously considering telling jokes during an important business meeting?" Kamilah arched one of her eyebrows, knowing Mia that was a silly question. Of course she would.

"I don't see a problem with that, it's to relieve more of the weather and tension. I do it when I'm nervous."

"Absolutely not." The Egyptian vampire ripped up the cards and threw them in the bathroom trash.

"Uh... You know I have a copy of these with my assistant, right?" Mia said pointing to the bathroom.

"You're unbelievable." Kamilah rolled her eyes again.

"I prefer the term ‘misunderstood amazing genius’, but we can work with that one too.”

Mia checked her wristwatch.

"Alright, I have to run so I don't catch traffic."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather use the jet? I'm not using it."

"Of course not." Mia took her bags out of bed without the slightest effort and put them on the floor, wearing her overcoat that was on the bed. "It's a business trip for Adrian to make a profit, and besides, I'd much rather travel at the expense of the company and Adrian than yours. It's my way of fighting capitalism."

Kamilah didn't contain her smug smile.

"Do I need to remind you of your salary before we go to argue about capitalism?"

"Nobody's perfect." Mia fired back while finishing the final touches to her makeup.

Kamilah accompanied her with her handbag, while both went down the stairs towards the elevator. Mia left her bags on the elevator floor and took a step towards Kamilah.

"I love you." Mia fired before Kamilah could say anything. "Kind of a lot."

Kamilah laughed a little, smiling affectionately.

"I love you too. Very much." Mia wrapped Kamilah's neck with her arms, standing on tiptoe and giving her a long, warm, deep kiss.

"I'll miss you every day." Mia said. "I don't know how I'm going to sleep without you, I got used to sleeping with you, you know? Because when I hug you when we go to sleep cuddling, your hot ass warms me up during the night. And there's this way that we sleep that you fit in with me, which is so good."

"Was that supposed to be a declaration of love?" Kamilah arched an eyebrow, the humor evident in her face.

"Of course it was." Mia rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips. "I love you, babe." She said leaving kisses on Kamilah's cheek and lips.

"All right, before I go I want to say goodbye to someone else, where is he?" Mia looked over Kamilah's shoulder, looking for that little fuzzy ball.

"Come on, kid." She whistled with her fingers, and seconds later, a little Corgi's puppy appeared in the penthouse living room, with his tongue out, his collar leaping as he ran, stumbling on his own paws trying to get to Mia.

Kamilah watched the scene with her usual stoic look, maybe that dog was the animal personification of her wife, — dumbass, hyperactive, always cheerful and clumsy.

"Who's the good boy? It's you, Dexter. You're mommy's good boy." Mia got down on her knees to welcome him, picking him up on her lap and pouring kisses into his hairy body. Dexter reciprocated her affection by cheerfully wagging his little tail.

Kamilah remembered perfectly the day Mia adopted Dexter.

"Please, please?" Mia followed her through the penthouse, while Kamilah kept busy with some reports from her company that had just arrived. 

"No." Kamilah responded without diverting her attention from her reports.

"Why not? I won't even buy it! We won him. My cousin's dog had puppies and she asked if we'd want one, I don't see why not adopt one. He'll keep us company."

Kamilah sighed, stopping in the hall, turning to look at her wife.

"We live in a penthouse..."

"...Which is very big, by the way."

"The dog will bark and defecate and leave excrement all over the house, and I don't know if you've noticed, but I have objects over 2000 years old in this house, worth millions, which would make me very angry if some animal destroyed them.”

"It could be our son, love."

"When your mother asked us when we'd give her grandchildren, I don't think it crossed her mind that it could be a dog. The answer is no." Kamilah walked down the hall again.

"Don't you love me anymore?!" Mia screamed after her trying to keep up, frowning.

"I love you, even too much. Stop being dramatic, I'm doing this for your own good."

Mia ran in front of her and crossed her arms, staring at the tall vampire, the woman who for many could be the worst nightmare of their lives.

"You want to bet me we'll adopt him?" Mia smiled with conviction. 

Kamilah gave her the smile back.

"Nothing you do will convince me to keep him. I am a woman of my word."

...

"What were you saying?" Mia lifted her face, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, the apparent victoriness before her wife.

Kamilah opened her mouth to answer, still panting. Her chest descending and rising as her breathing returned to normal. Ignoring her wife's words, she took it upon herself to pull up her pants and fasten her belt, then closing the buttons on her shirt.

"I can't believe you convinced me through sex."

"Fucking mind blowing good sex, by the way." Mia laughed leaving a kiss on her right shoulder.

"You can keep the dog, but I don't want him near my plants, my things and my garden, you hear? You're responsible for him," she said standing and leaving the room.

...

"I don't want to be late, I better go." Mia stood and left him on the floor. "Take care of him, okay? His things are in the kitchen. I think you two can keep each other company while I'm gone."

Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"Looks like I don't have much choice." Mia gave her that bright dimpled smile, came up and kissed her.

"Behave yourself while I'm gone." She gave her that look Kamilah knew well, a funny look, but deep down, Kamilah knew about her wife's jealousy, and she had fun knowing that. "I promise I will behave and not cause any confusion."

"As if you could keep that promise." Kamilah laughed, gently kissing her lips.

"Well, at least I can promise to make you proud. I'll make you proud of me, you'll see." Mia got in the elevator and pressed the button.

"Call me when you get to the hotel." Kamilah said, Mia just nodded before the doors closed. "And so there were only two left."

Day 1

The alarm clock next to the bedside began to ring, showing that it was already morning, the CEO passed her hand through her tired eyes, she sighed, her hand stretching out to her right side, finding only the emptiness.

She was not there. But her perfume remained present, as if she had slept through the night next to Kamilah. The Egyptian woman stood under her elbows and lit the lamp beside the bed, turning off the annoying alarm that sounded over her ears. Automatically she looked to her right side, being greeted by just a smiling photo of Mia in a portrait beside the bed.

"It's weird not having you here and waking me up with all that noise you make in the morning." Kamilah laughed at herself with that thought and sat down, looking for her slippers.

As she looked down, she was greeted by Dexter who was nibbling her slippers with his little teeth.

"How you got up here I'll never know." Kamilah sighed and took her slippers and put them on. The dog sat down and looked at her, tilting his head to the side. "Well, good morning to you too."

Kamilah put on her black robe, and left her room going to the bathroom for her morning routine involving a great dozen hair and skincare products. After finishing, she directed her attention to the kitchen after a good breakfast, being followed by Dexter who ran as fast as his little paws allowed.

With the intention of preparing her breakfast, Kamilah turned on the coffee maker and set out to prepare her pancakes. With Mia absent, she knew perfectly well that she would not get her morning coffee made by her wife, she would never admit it, but she had a weakness for the coffee made by Mia.

As soon as she set the table, Dexter's bark caught her eye.

"Are you hungry?" She asked to him. Then, she made sure there was food and water in the bowls, which made him run to her to eat.

Never that she thought she would have a dog, Mia really was a box of surprises, it was amazing how she made Kamilah agree to everything.

Sitting at her usual place at the table, having everything settled and reading the newspaper, her cell phone started vibrating on the table and Kamilah caught him, seeing a picture of Mia on the screen. She smiled unconsciously.

"Hey!"

"Good morning, my love." Kamilah smiled.

"Okay, first of all, hotel rooms on the penthouse are incredible! Ugh, you don't know how I missed sleeping with you. And that wonderful thing you do in my hair, you know what I'm saying?"

"I certainly missed sleeping with you too, and you stealing all the bed space, sleeping on me and stealing all the covers for yourself."

"It's not my fault what my subconscious does and I've apologized!"

Kamilah laughed lovingly.

"How's the trip?"

"It's great, I've been to three stores and yes, I ignored you and bought you a present, even though you said it wasn't necessary."

"You're impossible."

"Just fulfilling my duties as a wife. How are you doing? I bet it sucks to stay in New York without me. Without my coffee, without my good morning kisses, and without me to put my Angry Birds socks on your feet every cold night." Kamilah smiled, feeling her playful tone on the other end of the line.

"...Every time I wake up they're on my feet."

"You're welcome."

Kamilah laughed affectionately.

"Well, since you asked, the house is slightly quiet without you. Just the way I like it."

"Oh, come on. You love my noise." Mia laughed. "So, how's Dexter?"

Kamilah spied over the counter, finding him on the carpet.

"Right now he's in a war against a rubber duck." Kamilah listening to the shrill sound coming from the duck being attacked.

"Aw, send me pictures of him later."

"Absolutely not."

"Is everything okay in there?" Mia asked, worried.

"It's all right, my love. I'm fine, and yes, I'll be fine for the whole week."

"That doesn't mean I won't call you every day just to make sure." Mia replied stubbornly, making Kamilah laugh. "I miss you, a lot. I can't wait to come back and see you."

"I miss you too, love. When you come back maybe we could go to that shady restaurant in the suburbs you love to go to."

"Excuse me, I like my shady restaurant in the suburbs, thank you very much, it was the restaurant I used to go to when I didn't have a dollar in my pocket when I started in New York, I have to stay humble, but OH, HELL YES!". Her excitement was so infectious, Kamilah barely noticed the smile on her face.

The CEO could clearly hear voices in the background behind Mia.

"Who's there with you?"

"Just Tyler and Nathalie, my assistants. They're discussing which of my cards I should use first."

Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"And I told you not to use those cards."

"When will you and Adrian learn that I do the opposite of what I'm told to do? It's in my nature."

“Your brat.”

"I have to go, I have a meeting in a few minutes and I have to finish my paperwork. Good luck with your garden and your reports, sweetheart. I love you." Mia said a few seconds to say goodbye and hang up.

“I love you too.”

Kamilah sighed, a week without Mia would probably be something new, especially knowing that since the wedding they have not separated for a long time, now she would have to spend a week alone, just her in that big apartment, with all her attention on her plants, and with an unexpected company.

[detective-with-one-arm]

💭 - your choice

Simon

Vanilla!Rachel & Android!Simon

I love him. I love him so much. I could watch him smile forever. I could kiss his face for hours if he'd let me. I'd kill and die for him. I'd go to the ends of the world for him. I'd do anything if it meant making a better world for him to live in. I don't ever want to be without him. I want to spend the rest of my life by his side.

Vanilla!Rachel & Mer!Simon

He's so cute and so sweet. It's kinda nice having someone like him in the tank with everyone. He's more like me. And it's fun having someone I can tease and play with myself. Plus, he gives nice hugs and it's nice sleeping next to him.

Aquarium Siren!Rachel & Android!Simon

He's my friend! He understands me! He sees me! I don't have to pretend around him and he wants to stay with me. He makes me happy and I want to make him happy, too. I want to see him every day!

Delinquent!Rachel & Undercover Cop!Simon

He's got guts. I'd like to see him again. He's very fun to play with and tease. Cute, too! Wonder what he does for a day job.

Demon!Rachel & Fallen Angel!Simon

I hate him. I love him. I love fucking him. I love being fucked by him. He makes me confused. He makes me scared. He sets me on fire. I never want to be without him. I don't ever want to go back to a life without him. I don't care about anything else but him. I just want him. He's my angel and I'm his demon. God's not getting him back and I'm not Lucifer's bitch.

Yandere!Rachel & Homeless Human!Simon

He'll understand. Even if he never loves me, he will understand that I am the only one who can protect him. I'm the only one who can provide him everything he needs. He'll see. He'll see that the world is horrible and that I rescued from it. And he'll see that I love him. I love him more than anything and that I would kill and die for him if it meant protecting him from the world that's hurt and tortured him his whole life.

Naga!Rachel & Homeless Human!Simon

Men are cruel. I've seen it. To women, children, and other men. Though...it's not always men. Nevertheless, I've seen his wounds before. Less frequently, though it breaks my heart to see them at all. That as much as the world progresses and improves, some parts remain the same. And it saddens me that it's the uglier parts. But, my home is a safe haven for people like him. So, Simon has a home with me. With my people.

Guardian Angel!Rachel & Homeless Human!Simon

Poor thing...he was done so wrong in his life. But I'll be there for him. I'll help him find his own wings and soar. I'll be his guiding light. His star in the night. His friend...his home. Until he's strong enough to live without me...

Hybrid!Rachel & Hybrid!Simon

A bit odd, but a chill dude. Not as creepy as some of the predators I've met and not as aggro as some of the large prey I've met. I trust him. Hope he gets by okay.

Werewolf!Rachel & Vampire!Simon

He's sweet. And kind. And gentle. And so compassionate. I don't think I've ever met a vampire as nice as him and I'm not letting him go. He's my mate and part of my pack, now, and we've gotta look out for each other. And I love him. Wish he wouldn't pretend to throw the stick or film me in the bathtub, though...even though it is really funny.

Vampire!Rachel & Vampire!Simon

Respectable and understanding of the symbiotic relationship between humans and vampires. A true gentleman and a responsible sort. A worthy vampire. Though, I wished he had been more honest about his feelings, I'm so happy that he is honest, now. It was painful living knowing that he'd been neglected for so long. He deserves to be loved as fervently as the others.

Markus

Vanilla!Rachel & Android!Markus

I used to think of him as above me. Not as a person, but as some sort of judge. A vector for my sense of justice and morality and how that connected to my sense of self. I was so sure I was unworthy of even standing next to him. But now...? I can't imagine doing what I do without him by my side. No matter what, we do everything together. We're partners. And...I love him. For who he is. For everything that makes him...Markus.

Vanilla!Rachel & Pagan God!Markus

I never thought that praying to the void would actually get me an answer. But...weirdly enough, knowing that gods are real brings me a sense of peace. And that one is on my side and genuinely believes in me and wants to help is...nice. It's nice knowing some part of the universe has my back. So, I wanna have his. It's only fair. Besides, he makes for good company and a good houseguest. Easy on the eyes, too, so long as he doesn't break my brain. I think we could be good friends.

Vanilla!Rachel & Mer!Markus

I trust him with my life. He protected me. Kept me safe. Made sure I knew that nobody would hurt me as long as he was around and made sure that the others knew not to hurt me. And made sure I knew I was safe around him. And he's so gentle...so affectionate and loving. I'm gonna miss him whenever we get the hell out of this tank...

RK800!Rachel & Human Detective!Markus

I find him...peculiar. And fascinating. His curiosity and inquisitiveness is infectious, I think. He holds my attention. And he's kind. And...sincere, I think. I like him. Detective Manfred is a good man and a good detective and I value him as a partner. I like working with him and I hope I will be granted more opportunities to expand our professional and personal relationship.

Hybrid!Rachel & Hybrid!Markus

Smug son of a bitch thinks he can get in my pants with a cute little smirk and a playful charming personality and a sensitive artist persona and a sexy voice...well he can, and I'm mad about it. It's not fucking fair.

Naga!Rachel & Naga!Markus

He thinks he can fool me with his innocent act. He seems sincere, but I will not be fooled again by a naga who means to take that which I have guarded for centuries. We will see his true motives soon enough. If his heart truly is pure...he will likely move on and never see this place again...he is a traveler, after all.

Werewolf!Rachel & Werewolf!Markus

He's not an alpha, I don't think. But I feel like I would follow him wherever he went. Like I would do whatever he ordered me to. I don't know why, but I feel like I can trust him. He fought alongside me and didn't even expect a reward. I want to know him. To be close with him. I...I want to be a part of his pack.

Frontier!Rachel & Frontier!Markus

Mister Manfred is a good man. A bit cocky and polished, but a good man. Hard worker. Good craftsmanship. Sheriff Anderson's taken quite a liking to him and he stays for dinner a lot. Can't help but feel like maybe I'm letting him get too friendly with me. I can't say the competition's very appealing, though. Besides...he makes for good company. And he's a kind man. A very kind man...I hope he knows how to protect himself out on the streets.

Leo

Vanilla!Rachel & Mer!Leo

He's very sweet, but he's kinda intimidating. Though, it's not his fault and he's super gentle and careful with me. With everyone, actually. Which I really appreciate. Besides, even if he doesn't think so, he's nice to cuddle, too. And a very kissable face.

Trans!Rachel (Richard) & Human!Leo

I love him. I love him so much. I still feel so shitty that I didn't tell him I was a cop...I should have. But he still gave me another chance. He still let me in. I won't make him regret it. I swear. I'll be everything he deserves to have in a partner. He's too good for anything less from me.

Guardian Angel!Trans!Rachel (Richard) & Demon!Leo

I don't know how. I don't know why. But, this charming demon is my charge. I will never truly understand the will of God, but none ever will. Not even us angels. And if God wills it so, who am I to argue? Especially if it means I can be myself without having to disguise what I am. And I've never met a demon so sweet and so kind. Perhaps now I understand how others fell in love with Lucifer. There is a certain...beauty to demons I didn't see, before.

Elijah

Vanilla!Rachel & Human!Elijah Kamski

How in the everloving fuck did I manage to land a multi-million dollar deal beta testing a line of androids specifically catering to monsterfuckers like me? How? ¿Como? Cum? Someone explain when my life got so fucking weird that I am now collaborating with a fucking tech company trillionaire beta testing his new line of androids SPECIFICALLY for monsterfuckers?! How did this happen????

Daniel

Vampire!Rachel & Vampire!Daniel

Unlike his brother, Daniel is...frustrating. He is archaic, dogmatic, and difficult to tolerate at times. But...I also understand where his beliefs come from and being forced to share residence with what is essentially food that he is not allowed to eat must be frustrating to him. But all he needs is...proper discipline. And attention. And...affection. I do care about him...deeply. I want him to prosper and be comfortable here. I want him to be happy. I want him to feel as though my manor is a home, not just somewhere where he is a guest. And I hope I can achieve that with him, somehow.

Alma

Vanilla!Rachel & Vanilla!Alma

I care about him. I care about him more than anything. I cared about him before. I like him. I like him a lot. He tries to hard to learn, but he's actually a really good learner. It makes me upset that he seems so afraid of failing. He won't say it or act like it, but I can feel it. The hesitance and even preemptive recoiling as though him messing up will bring him pain. But now that I understand where it comes from...I just want to protect him. I want him to know how much he means to me. How much I see in him. How much I care about and appreciate him for who he is. The man who looks up at the sky and maps stars in his silver eyes. The man who always asks questions and wants to know more than he already knows. The man with an insatiable curiosity and a kind heart. The man who will hear me rattle on about whatever random thing just because he likes hearing me talk about it and likes learning about it. The man who will do the same to me. I...I just wish that everyone he's stuck with at home could see him for who he really is. Not what they wished he was or what they think he is or what they think he's supposed to be. Fucking cunt doesn't deserve her own invention, if you ask me...

Vanilla!Rachel & Mer!Alma

I'll admit, he was kinda scary at first. I couldn't see him and suddenly he was inside me. Didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath or anything or prep me. Then, he looked really scary. But then...he got soft. And cute. And I just wanted more of him. Even now, I look at him, and I just wanna hold him. Let him rest his head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat for a while. He's hot as fuck when he's railing me, but god damn, he's so sweet, too. And cute. It's nice to hold him and kiss him. He makes the best faces. Especially when I mess with his lure.

Alien!Rachel & Space!Alma

He's different. So much different than I could've ever expected. I'd heard reports of the ambassador from Earth from the Congress, before. But...actually meeting him was something else. He isn't even human. He's so different from me, but he feels familiar. Comforting. Like...home, almost. And his interest in my people and our culture is hard not to like. Perhaps I can request that my team visit my planet. I think Alma would like to experience Essek for himself. And I want to show him all my favourite parts of it.

Elianna

Vanilla!Rachel & Android!Elianna

She's so pretty. And confident. And fun. God, I haven't been on a date with a woman in years. I really hope I don't scare her or make her uncomfortable. I wanna get to know her and I can't do that if I fuck up and scare her away before I get the chance to.

Arda

Vanilla!Rachel & Vanilla!Arda

If she's anything like Alma, I think I'll like her. And probably get just as protective and defensive of her as with Alma. I bet making friends with both Alma and her would piss Dr. Chen off. I wonder if Alma's told her about me...

Vanilla!Rachel & Mer!Arda

She's...beautiful. Honestly. And so soft and so sweet. I like just floating around the tank in her arms and sitting on her lap. She's just nice to hold and I like listening to her. She's so gentle and so loving. Also helps that she's really good with her mouth. I could fall asleep floating around on her.

Alien!Rachel & Space!Arda

She's beautiful. She's a lot like Alma. Sort of like hatchmates, I think. Though, they're closer than that. But she's very kind and considerate and I like her. I feel inclined to protect her and defend her, much like Alma. I wonder if she'd like to study the flowers on my planet. She seems the type to enjoy interplanetary botany.

[kileyrose-2003]

How Rebecca characters would react to you saying you love them:

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you all are doing well and I've missed you all. It's been forever since I've done any writing and I'm sorry. I'm slowly getting to all your fics and request. I mentioned I was having problems with my mental health during the spring. I still am and life has thrown way more twist and turns than I've expected in the past few months. But I'm learning to manage.

This post is for my dear friend @merci-bitch who has been with me through all the twist and turns and dealing with all my craziness. Words can't describe how much it means to me. I love you and thank you for everything. I hope you enjoy and take care of yourselves lovelies!

Rose

Rose has telepathy and many other psychic abilities

Unlike various members of The True, she can read you like a book

At this point in time you'd be a rube

Not to mention she's very smug

She's hot and she knows it

And Rose has no shame

Like I've mentioned before, Rose internalizes affection

She loves The True Knot but her moments of greatest affection are strictly towards you and Crow

So you'd have to tell her in private to get at least a not so cold reaction out of her

But she wouldn't be surprised

She'd smile at you teasingly

Strut towards you with her posture like that of a queen

She'd run her fingers through your hair and smile

Place a small little kiss on your forehead

"I know."

Do not underestimate this woman's cockiness. Crow is not the only one who has a god complex in The True Knot.

And Rose has the greatest one of them all

She won't return the words back at first

Rose has seen so many people come and go over the years

But she will show you how much she loves you and let's say you won't be a rube much longer

Riza

Riza is seductive as hell

But like Rose, she shares her softer moments towards you and only you.

And she also knows she's hot

The two of you would be at home together with Riza looking lovely as always

You'd be in the beginning stages of dating and either be watching a movie together or just cuddling

Riza is totally the big spoon

She'd be a few drinks in and gets bored

"Come darling, let's go have some fun together!"

"Define fun."

This would lead to the two of you stumbling upstairs to Riza's room

She'd be throwing her clothes all over the place as she tried to dress you up

"Oh come on Y/n! Try this dress. You'd look beautiful wearing this to the club."

"Riza, you are drunk."

"And?"

As you continue to rant on about how she did not need another drink her lips would come crashing down on yours

It's unexpected but a very good type of unexpected

By the time the two of you would pull away from the kiss, you'd both be panting

"I love you."

Like Rose she's smug, but it's a grateful smug that leads to her lifting you up that way your legs are wrapped around your waist

"I know and I love you too."

It's a lustful 'I love you' but she does mean

She'd show you how much she loves you too

Kathleen

Now Kathleen is the wild card here because she'd be the one to say I love you first

She's a bit of a drinker and loves a good party

But she is very in touch and has a good sense of how she's feeling over all

She's been in enough relationships to knos when she cares and doesn't care for a person

But she cares for you deeply, you'd know each other from the time you were kids

The two of you would be at a party together and she'd be drunk as hell, she loves her martini's

Kathleen would be kissing you all over and trying to flirt with different people

But you're the one who keeps her under control and stops her from doing anything she'd regret the next morning

You are the responsible one in this relationship but you don't mind

At the end of the night she'd barely be able to walk and she'd stay at your apartment overnight

Subconsciously she'd curl up next to you in her sleep and you'd give a small smile, gently caressing her hair and you'd hold it for her the next morning when she experiences one of her worser hangovers

You wouldn't leave her side and it would mean alot to her

The 'I love you' slips from her lips softly as she starts to recover, fighting on the verge of sleep

You'd happily return the words and place a small kiss on her temples, making her give you that cheeky smile you learned to love

The next time you see her, she'd make sure to have something special set up for you to really reinforce her words

Jenny

With Jenny it would be a very unexpected I love you

You were one of the first people who made friends with her when she decided to tour with the circus

The two of you would go shopping together, have dinner, sing, etc.

So naturally the two of you were close

You knew her like the back of your hand and in return she knew you the same

You never thought you'd grow feelings for her but over time you couldn't help to

Her voice was just so pretty and the way she looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the world she had eyes for

You knew she thought she loved Phineas though

And that hurt like hell but yet you still couldn't help but have a soft spot for her

She'd come to you crying after Phineas turned her away and you'd be there to comfort her

Even though you really wanted to tell her I told you so

After she'd calm down from crying, you'd hug her for a little

Murmuring a small 'I love you' in her ear

She'd move away from you confused

"You do?"

You were so scared she'd push you away in that moment

She didn't know what to think at first, as part of her was afraid she'd end up hurt again and she was confused

But she gave you the chance and she was glad she did

When she left the circus, she took you with her and neither of you ever looked back

Dinah

Dinah has been hurt alot

But all she really wants is someone to love, who loves her in return just as much or even more

She seriously needs a hug

You met her a little after she gave birth and she always seemed a little sad

You were one of the very few people who treated her with kindness in a long time so she immediately grew close to you

Neither of you had a lot of spare time, as you were trying to balance spending time with her and support your family

Life in the biblical period in Egypt was not easy for women by any means

But the moments the two of you could spend together, you'd cherish

The day you told Dinah you loved her, she was having a really rough day

She felt like she was trapped and alone, and she wanted her son

So you sat there with her, hugging her while she cried

You murmured sweet nothings in her ear, trying to sooth her

And that's when the I love you slipped out

She was scared at first but after sinking it in, for the first time in forever she smiled

She'd almost immediately return the I love you and it made you so happy

The two of you had to sneak around to see each othet after that but every day and second of it was worth it

Rebecca

Rebecca would not be shocked at all

She's a natural snogger and loves to hug people

So the two of you would have a very, openly affectionate friendship

You've known each other for forever

The two of you would be out doing a promotional interview for a movie you both were working on together

And because the two of your personalities blend together, you both would be giggling the entire time

There's zero seriousness with either of you in the same room

Which made Rebecca kind of glad because people on the film set were trying to hit on you, and she distracted you from that

Eventually the interviewer would get a bit annoyed and leave the room for a quick break

The two of you would be laughing still

"If we're like this now can you imagine what we're going to be like when we're old?"

"Same sense of humor but fifty years later. He's right though. You'll still be as pretty as you are today."

You'd give a tiny aww and that's when the I love you would slip out

She'd give your cheek and immediately turn the I love you with her typical, bright smile

God, she's seriously so cute

Ilsa

The I love you that you gave Ilsa was a very scary one and highly unexpected

The two of you have known each other for years and have been close friends

You got paired up for a mission

It was supposed to be an easy in and out

The two of you thought you had everything under control, the room cleared out

And then you got shot

Once in the leg and other time in the stomach

Ilsa immediately took care of the person who hurt you

But she was panicking because you were bleeding bad

She called for help but was honestly scared you weren't going to make it

It was then that you told her you loved her

Ilsa is a strong woman but she did shed a tear or two

"I love you too. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

When the ambulance finally got there and it was time for them to put you on the stretcher, she refused to leave you

She sat with you the entire time, holding your hand and trying to get you to stay with her

Once you got to the hospital you immediately had to be taken for surgery

You made it through with no complications

When you woke up the next morning she was still sitting by your side and you were so grateful.

You loved her too much to ever want to be away from her again

And she felt the same way. She was just so glad you were okay.

[nickelkeep]

Multipass

Pairing: Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen Rating: General Word Count: 1k Warnings: none! Written For: Day 2 AMOK2020, written for @dotthings at the request of @casgirlsam On Ao3

Dean looked between Sam and Eileen as he entered the Deancave. Sam was sitting in such a way that Dean couldn’t see his face or hands, but Dean could easily make out the devilish look on Eileen’s face. They were up to something, and Dean be damned, he knew it was no good. “Sammy! I got the popcorn.”

Sam’s head whipped around, his insane locks of hair whipping into his face. “About time. Thought you died.” He brushed his hair out of his face, before turning back to Eileen and catching her up. “Just need Cas and Jack.”

“We’re here.” Jack stepped past Dean, a cup in his hand that he was clearly trying to keep Sam from seeing. He sat in one of the recliners, furthest away from Sam, and had a clearly guilty look on his face. Dean raised an eyebrow, craning his neck up, and noted the dark fizzy liquid.

Like he’d ever deny the kid a soda.

“Dean?” Cas’ hand clasped his shoulder. “Should we sit?”

Dean nodded and gestured to the sofa, considering Sam and Eileen had stolen the loveseat - a new purchase once she moved into the bunker with them. “So, I figured, it’s a rare night off, we’re all back from our hunts… Let’s watch something completely not related to creepy crawlies.”

“Like what, Dean?” Sam watched him intently, and Dean got all the confirmation he needed that Sam and Eileen were up to no good. “You’re not a ‘chick flick’ kind of guy, and honestly, I don’t want to watch Die Hard.”

“Wasn’t planning on that, Sammy. Gotta keep Jack’s pop culture experience growing.” Dean walked over to the shelf next to the TV and pulled a case down. “Jack, when we were out, you said you were interested in something.”

“Science Fiction.” Jack nodded his head, confirming their earlier conversation. “I have already watched what you called the original Star Wars Trilogy, but you said that there is so much more to the series.”

“Yep. But there’s also other movies and shows.” Dean flipped around The Fifth Element, showing it to the room. “A classic with a little bit of everything.”

“Is it like the Princess Bride?” Cas tilted his head.

Sam hummed before answering. “Strangely, yes. I never thought of it that way.”

“What are you talking about, Sam? They’re nothing alike.” Dean finished popping the disc in the player and set the movie to play, making sure to turn on the captions for Eileen.

“A band of adventurers pulled into a reluctant quest?” Sam looked at Eileen and signed for her to back him up.

“I’m with Dean on this one, sorry, Sam.” Eileen patted Sam’s cheek before snuggling up against him.

Sam harrumphed before squeezing Eileen affectionately. “Well, I can say that you’re a lot like Korben, and Cas is a lot like Leeloo.” Sam shot a smug bitch face at Dean.

“Two bad-asses? Does that make you Cornelius?” Sam frowned at Dean before turning his attention to the screen.

Throughout the movie, Sam would shoot looks over at Cas and Dean, hoping to see one of them have an epiphany based on his comparison of them to Leeloo and Korben. They were speaking to each other in hushed tones. Still, the bits and pieces Sam could hear sounded like Dean expanding upon the movie, or sharing his insane amount of behind the scenes knowledge.

Disappointed that his attempt to get them to open their eyes went over their heads, Sam turned back to the movie. He planted a kiss on top of Eileen’s head, earning a happy sigh from her, and found contentment.

Once the movie finished, Jack stood up and quickly grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and his cup before exiting the Deancave. Cas and Dean had each set up on their own sides of the sofa, and Eileen was still relaxed in Sam’s arms.

Dean sat up straight and stretched out before resting his arm on the back of the sofa. “So, Cas. What did you think?” He winked at Cas, whose mouth quirked up in the briefest of smiles before returning to its ordinarily stoic position. “Was it good?”

“It was. I especially liked the combination of multiple religions to make a unique religion.”

“What did you think of Korben and Leeloo?” Sam spoke up, and Dean looked at him, rolling his eyes.

“Dean is very much like Korban.” Cas agreed, nodding his head. “And I assume that being an angel would associate with Leeloo’s otherworldliness. So I can also understand that comparison.”

Eileen snickered into her hand, hiding her face before looking up at Sam and shaking her head.

“What’s so funny?” Cas looked at Eileen and signed before looking to Sam.

“Sam thinks he’s clever,” Eileen replied, the smirk on her face growing broader.

“I’m just curious if he and Dean see anything similar between their friendship and Korben and Leeloo.” Sam glared at Eileen, who pushed herself up and kissed him in response.

Dean crossed his arms and stared pointedly at his younger brother. “You’re implying something, Sam. It’s a line you probably don’t want to cross.”

“Well, I’m not asking you then. Cas?”

Cas looked at Dean, and Dean shrugged in response. “There is certainly a profound bond between Korben and Leeloo, much like Dean and myself. And they also have sexual intercourse, which Dean and I thoroughly enjoy–”

Eileen squeaked as Sam shot up in response. “What!?”

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean laid back against Cas, who wrapped his arm around him. “Not expecting that?”

“What? When?” Sam stuttered over his words as he looked exasperatedly around the room.

“What’s going on?” Jack walked back into the room, a partially unwrapped candy bar in hand. “Sam’s bright red. Is he under a spell?”

Eileen spoke and signed to Jack. “He just found out about Cas and Dean.”

“How did you not know?” Jack tilted his head to his side. “I’ve known since before I was born.”

Sam’s jaw fell open as he stared at their adopted son. “Before? What…” He pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath before turning to Eileen and signing. “They hid this from us?”

“Sure. From us. I’m completely surprised too,” Eileen deadpanned, her smile giving her away if her tone didn’t. “I had no clue.”

“I hate you all.” Sam slouched back into the loveseat, and Eileen reclaimed her spot next to him. “But I’m happy for you two jerks.”

“Thanks… Bitch.”

Dean didn’t even try to dodge the pillow Sam threw at him.