#sorry everyone else who has been sending requests and whatnot

[miguxadraws]

Hello miguxadraws! Sorry to bother you, but I'm currently working on a Youtube Channel that will do Comic Dubs, and I was wondering if we could possibly dub your comics of The Amazing Digital Circus. Of course we will credit you on the video and let everyone know where to find you and your art!

Definitely! Everyone is always allowed to dub or make edits with my stuff as long as I get the proper credits for my work!

If you do end up dubbing it, please send me the link! I'd love to see that!!

[kareniliana]

Jeremy: Meet Again

A//N: a little different and low key long. not really first time meeting but you'll see the connection when you read it. Also if you want to request something just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one!

xx Karebear 💛🧸

Being a sixteen year old in high school is stressful enough but being a sixteen year old witch, with little to no friends and absentee parents makes it harder for you to get your emotions in check. But you were able to find something that helps calm you, weed. You don’t necessarily need it but when the moon is full, your powers are enhanced and a little out of control. 

okay that's a little bit a lie, they become too much for you to control. Thats where the amazing marijuana plant comes in handy, it calms your anger. You've always had problems controlling your anger. At one point your parent’s noticed too many holes in the walls of your personal rage room and sent you to anger management.

It helped for a few weeks but when the full moon was in effect, all that progress- everything that you learned, it went down the drain. You slowly became more and more angry and uncontrolled during the day but at night. It only seemed to get worse for you.You don't sleep because it gets too hot upstairs. You go down to your basement, where your parents moved your rage room to, for this reason exactly. Over the night you continually get fed up and release the pain and anxiety and anger against the four walls of your rage room. You thought you were helpless and a waste of energy to help. 

You were contemplating on your life, if it was ever even worth the trouble to get to know or help. Having no real friends doesn’t help either. As you lit up a joint in the stoner pit you see the regular groups of people who use drugs to escape from everything but that wasn’t you. You weren’t escaping reality, you were reverting back to the median. Your emotions sometimes gets the best of you and with your magic you start chaos.

“Y/n Y/l/n” Your one and basically only friend comes up to you and sits with you before school starts.

“Jeremy Gilbert, to what do I owe the pleasure” you joked and laughed as you passed the small joint to Jer.

“So I found some stuff out these past few weeks. I just need someone to talk to.” He said almost awkwardly, hitting the J and passing it back to you. You looked into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, almost getting lost in them. You shake your head of any intimate visuals your brain is coming up with.

Jer smirks, almost as if he knows about your little crush for him. “but uh, You cannot tell anyone, not a single soul.” He looks at you with soft and adoring eyes, almost making you think maybe he likes you too? 

“Who am I going to tell, my weed?” You joke, lifting the joint to your lips. “Seriously though, what is it?”

He sighed deeply before looking at you with worried eyes, “Vampires and werewolves and witches- they exist. They’re real, we have students who are supernatural creatures.” He drops the bomb, studying you for any kind of reaction. You held a straight face, you’re a witch. But you didn’t know about werewolves and vampires, you really only know about witches because why the hell else would you research more on the supernatural spectrum?

“You can’t be serious Jer.” You stared into his eyes looking for a hint of dishonesty, but he wasn’t budging.

“Why would I lie to you? We think someone here is a new incoming witch, and we need to find them and help get their magic under control before something big happens.” His voice sounds worried and caring but who else here is a witch.

“What makes you think that?” You asked, a little worried because you can admit sometimes you lose control at school but you never knew if it was noticeable or not. You’re a loner, no one really cares if you’re having a panic attack or whatnot.

“You cannot tell me you haven’t noticed all the bizarre shit that’s been happening here? Just yesterday before lunch everyones locker in the halls opened. Everyone heard the sound of them opening simultaneously, it sounded like a canon!” You realized you were the witch they were looking for, you had birthday dinner set with your parents but they called you during class to inform you they were sent on a business trip to New York for a client. Which meant they were canceling on you. For the third birthday in a row. You lost control of your emotions and you let it out as a scream, you heard the echo of the lockers burst open from the basement of the school. 

“A few days ago Stefan and Caroline were mind tased that only a witch can do. And-” Jeremy looking to the two vampire from a few yards away, your face tinging with guilt, every time you went to let your anger out, you did something to the school or something around you. 

“-Wait, why only Stefan and Caroline? Are they..” you interrupted.

“Vampires. Luckily no one else was in the halls...” your head falls in disappointment, a frown and sad eyes very evident. Jeremy looks back over to you, instantly concerning himself. 

“Whats wrong? Wait, hey Y/n, what happened?” Jeremys hand reaches for your face, lifting your head to look at him. Tears formed, threatening to spill out. Guilt was written all over your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone I swear I just get so angry. I- I -” Your bottom lip started to quiver, almost sobbing you looked over to the vampires, “I’m really really sorry.”

“Hey wait, what are you...” He tried comforting you as he realized it was you they are looking for. “oh... it- it’s you. You're the witch.” You nodded your head, leaning away from him. He’s gonna see you differently now. He’s gonna hate you. He’s gonna leave, and you'll be all alone... your breath quickly increased, becoming into a panic attack and it’s beginning to become too overwhelming.

As your breathing increases, clouds roll in slowly covering the sun, then the wind starts raging around you all, you were doing this without even realizing it. It scared you more. 

“Y/n? No, hey hey its okay.” he tried reaching for you, but you were too fast. Jumping off the deck and running to your car. Then suddenly the clouds begins to crack with thunder, you can see the lightning across the clouds, ready to strike the earth.

You saw Stefan and Caroline begin to run to you but without really thinking you wave your hand at them, sending them flying into a bus. You ran without a second look back. Getting to your car and driving home, down the lonely winding road to your driveway, passing other driveways to the very few neighbors you have. 

“Okay, calm yourself!” You shouted at yourself as you hit the steering wheel, causing the storm to hail down rain. Suddenly you got the feeling os pins and needles all throughout your body, every muscle you felt a stab or slicing. You can feel your skin warming up.

“No, no, no, no, no, this cannot be happening!” You gripped the wheel and let all hell loose, screaming at the top of the lungs. A wave of power and force struck out from your body, feeling a wave of calmness come over you. You stopped the car, keeping your eyes closed hoping you were able to hold back the storm in your brain and above you in the dark sky.

You got your breathing under control, opening your eyes you see the storm is rolling away, and the sun is shining through. You chuckled, you were able to pull it back. “I did it, I really did it?” You smiled at yourself, letting out a deep breath. You got out of the car to really look at the sky.

As you got out, you look ahead and see tire skid marks on the road, they look fresh. You following the trail to a crash and totaled car, thrown again a wall of trees. Bringing tears instantly to your eyes, you hurt someone.

“Please be alive, oh, please be alive!” You scream trying to open the door but it’s at a weird angle the side doors aren’t opening and you're not climbing the death trap to the top. You can see blood on the windshield and drivers window, anxiety making your hands begin to shake.

“Okay... Think! Think!” You yelled and hit at your head. “You're a Goddamn powerful witch, start acting like it!”

You took a deep breath, standing a few feet away. You concentrated all of your magic to lift and stabilize the wrecked vehicle. Closing your eyes and feeling the earths pull on the car resist you, smirking at the feeling of power for good and not an emotional outbreak. 

“Y/n! Y/N!! WHERE ARE YOU?” Jeremy, Caroline and Stefan followed after you in Carolines car. Jeremy convinced Stefan to let him go look after you alone. You trust him, you know him, you don’t trust Stefan- you barely know him. And Caroline has a reputation, you make it your mission to avoid her.

You opened your eyes seeing the car is now on all four wheels, you exclaimed in excitement. “I’m here, their bleeding! Come help me!” you walked into view, he stood at the road near your car. Jeremy saw you emerge from the trees and ran to you.

“Help me get them out!” You didn’t even give Jeremy a chance to get to you before you sprinted to the car. You can’t be responsible for killing someone.

“What happened?” He asked as you try to pry the doors open.

“I happened! What else?!” You exclaimed as it finally gave in and opened. The bloody elderly man in the passengers seat had cut’s everywhere, he lifted his hand just for it to fall again, letting go of his last breath.

“No, no! Stefan!!” Jeremy screamed the second we got the door opened. The vampires showing up not even a second later. “Help him!”

Stefan listened for a heartbeat, but there was nothing. “I’m sorry, he’s gone.” Stefan says sadly.

“But, no...” You said sadly, “I killed him? I actually killed him?” You looked to Jer.

“Can you explain to me what kind of witch you are? ‘Cause I’ve never seen just one witch make that bad of a storm and especially not that fast.” Stefan asked nicely but worried. You looked to Stefan with a scrunched up face, wondering how he could jump from you killing an innocent man to your supernatural abilities. But it slowly made sense, he’s probably an older vampire than you thought and has more experience with this than you did. 

Your face relaxed into a frown, “I don’t know, just a regular witch. I don’t even know that much. I don’t know anyone in my family who could be a witch. I have some control of it... except..” You sighed deeply, suddenly feeling very embarrassed.

“Except when?” Stefan said a little more sternly than before, taking a step towards you. Caroline grabbed his arm holding him back and interrupting.

“This seems like a witch problem for Bonnie. She can help you get control, no matter what it is, we can help.” Caroline said with a nod and soft smile. You returned her a smile of your own.

“But what do we do now? About him?” You asked about the dead man in the totaled car. Stefan walked towards the door, seeing the man drenched in his own blood but none of the windows are broken.

You brought Stefan’s attention away, “What am I supposed to do? Should I turn myself in?”

“Y/n, when do you have the least amount of control?” He asked sternly and worried, like he was depending on my answer to be best case scenario. 

You gulped loudly, “during the full moon” you muttered, everyones eyes on you. They looked confused yet scared.

“Y/n, look at him. Tell me, how did he die by this much blood loss without any broken windows, the car I trashed but the windows are for the most part intact.”He spoke softly, almost guiding me through his thought process. You looked up at him confused by the scene in front of you.

“What were you feeling when the accident happened?” Jeremy asked, almost catching on to what Stefan was trying to conclude. 

“I... first, I felt this overwhelming feeling of fear and self anger. Then I felt almost like something was slicing into my muscles, kinda like pins and needles... And I was hot, like I kept trying to stay warm but I couldn’t...” You looked down before asking, “Instead of me feeling that pain, I passed it to him?”

Jer sighed sadly,“Yeah. but his body doesn't heal like yours, because he's human... and you’re...” 

“A witch...” You finished, looking down with a frown on your face and sad eyes.

“And a werewolf.” Stefan added, causing your head to whip up at him. Confusion and sadness written on your face.

“What? Is that even possible?” You asked looking back and forth between Stefan and Jeremy.

“We’re not sure but if we’re right, you just triggered the curse.” Stefan said point-blank.

“No, I can’t be!” You raised your voice at Stefan.

“You have trouble controlling your anger, you lose control of your magic on the full moon during the day.” He said quickly, almost scared of you losing control again. “What happens at night? Huh?” 

You thought back to those sleepless nights of complete chaos, you’re starting to think he’s right.

“Tonight’s a full moon. What can we do to help?” Caroline spoke up, worried for you. 

“I need to figure out how to control it, what if now that I actually triggered it, it’s only worse from here?” You asked, worried out of your mind.

“Don’t think of it like that, I think you can do it. You just have to believe in yourself. Okay?” Jeremy brought his hands to your shoulders, comforting you. “Maybe now, you’re not bounded. You can shift and feel it instead of passing it on.”

Jeremy hugged you, trying his hardest to help keep you calm. He was worried for you. He was scared this would be too much for you and you’d end up hurting yourself instead.

“Okay, Jeremy get her out of here. We got this okay.” Stefan said, suggesting he would make it go away or at least make sure nothing points to you or Jeremy.

Jeremy takes you home, you showed him your rage room with all it’s damage and glory. He thought it would be best to stay here where you’re most comfortable and your parents were still out of town. Being worldly known defense lawyers means, business trips to New York or L.A. or Seattle. Really anywhere but Mystic Falls.

“Okay So I called Tyler and Bonnie. They should be here soon.” Jeremy sat down on the sofa with you, looking over to you. You sat up and looked confused to why you needed Tyler.

“He’s a werewolf, he can help guide you through the shift. He’s probably going to say something like ‘accept the pain’ blah blah.” He joked, making you laugh a little.

“Can you stay with me?” You asked shyly, after the laughter died down a little.

“You sure?” He asked looking at you with worried but loving eyes, getting lost in your y/e/c eyes.

“I’m basically going to go through the shift with strangers, I don’t think I could do it without you there. But if you don’t feel safe-”

“I’ll stay” His hand reached for yours, giving it a little squeeze. “You need me, I’m not leaving.”

You looked up from your hands to his eyes, you smile softly. You opened your mouth to say something but then the doorbell goes off. Almost scaring you both, you go to the door. Opening it to see Tyler Lockwood and Bonnie Bennett. You never in your life expected to ever see them at your front door, let alone being the supernatural creatures that they are. Crazy how life turns when you found out you're not human.

You showed them your rage room, and ensured them that your parents will not be in town for a few days. Then Tyler pulled out sets of chains and some restraining equipment, Tyler drilled anchor points on three of the wall and ground. Bonnie began to assemble the wrist clasps and what looked like a collar but metal. This all began to start to scare you and you could feel your magic begin to storm. But shortly after the magic spark, you could feel your body radiate extreme heat. Jeremy was helping Tyler connect the chains to the anchor points. You stood there confused, in pain and beginning to lose yourself. But then you’d catch a glimpse of Jeremy and you came back to the median. When this cycle of pain and anxiety came, you'd look to Jeremy and you'd look back to you with a smile, and you seemed to get control. 

Until suddenly, your bones begin to break. You screamed in pain and fell down to the floor. “Jer!”

“It’s starting already?! But the moon isn’t even at in effect yet!” Tyler exclaimed, helping you get up from the floor.

“Oh yeah? Well why did it start nearly an hour ago! Ahh!” Your arm breaks, you’re a panting sweaty mess. Tyler, Bonnie and Jeremy are trying chain you up but it’s a little difficult when you’re in the middle of shifting. Then the agonizing pain of your fangs coming out causes you to roar in pain, your eyes glowing an iridescent yellow. Claws and wolf hair growing out of everywhere. 

Tyler pushed Jeremy towards the wall, getting him out of harms way. Jeremy watched in amazement, he’s never seen a shift like this one. It was oddly controlled. You moved as if you’ve done this before, but everyone knows you haven’t. Jeremy didn’t realize he was the reason why she was so relaxed and accepting, he would look at you and you’d remember what he said. just believe in yourself.

Bonnie and Tyler moved back once they finally closed the last cuff. You roared, but held onto your humanity, you stayed in this half way form, holding Jeremy’s gaze.

“Yeah that's it Y/n, you got it. Just accept it, embrace it, don’t fight it. Okay?” Jeremys calm voice led you do letting go of your fears and you let yourself finish your shift. Your clothes ripped into shreds as you transformed into a white wolf with your bright iridescent eyes- even your fur seemed to glow a yellow tint. You glowed, truly glowed. The three of them stared in amazement, this was their first time experiencing something so magical and boundless.

Once they realized you were shifting back to human they left the room for you and bonnie, she brought down some clothes of yours that weren’t shredded to pieces. She released you from the restraints and handed you the clean clothes. As you got dressed you talked about your magic and how in control you seemed, she goes on to say that maybe your problem isn’t losing the control it’s that you get scared and make yourself lose it. You’re scared of what embracing the magic can do to you. She mentioned she also was scared of fully embracing it and letting herself be powerful.

“Last night you were too focused on your shift that your magic was controlled. You never wavered. You should be proud of yourself.” Bonnie praised you and had left a few spell books with you to help you get comfortable using your magic. 

You followed after Bonnie to the front door, walking Tyler and her out. “Thanks for everything, I know who to call if I’m in trouble with the shift.”

“Call me for anything.” Bonnie smiled and got into her car, Tyler opening the door and nodding at you before getting in. He rolled the window down.

“You got this, if you ever need anyone to let off some steam, come to me. We can figure out healthy ways to release that anger.” Tyler waved and they were off. Jeremy came out from the bathroom, grabbing his jacket. 

“I have to get home to shower before school.” He pulled his phone out as he received a text from Elena. You turned around as you heard her car pull up before you can see it. This werewolf hearing is gonna take a while to get used to. 

“I’ll see you there?” He asked, worried you weren’t going to school. 

“Yeah, of course. I- I feel good. I think I got a good handle on it now.” You smiled proudly in yourself. He smiled with you.

“I’m proud of you too.” He went down the steps and climbed into his sisters car, as they drove off you could hear Elena tease Jeremy about you.

You ran upstairs getting to finally shower off this exhaustion and soreness, shifting was painful but once you’re through it, it feels like a huge relief. You’re at peace and calmed. but now you’re back to human form, and it’s like your personalities of each are at each others neck. You were able to control it and keep them at bay. You weren’t helpless, you’re not a lost cause. You were helped, after all those terrible sleepless nights and the pain, the feeling of being alone in your pain and agony. You were found, you found yourself. You’re more you than you’ve been.

You cleaned up your rage room and put a lock on it, that way your parents don’t get curious and check it out- not that they have but just a precaution. Getting everything locked up and squared away you got int your car and went to school, driving past the site of the accident there was police tape a little ways into the woods. Stefan and Caroline had told the sheriff the truth, seeing as she knew about the supernaturals and helped cover up some major instances. Much like the accident you caused, which you will never stop feeling bad about. You don’t think you’ll be able to look at a human life the same again. Because you had to take a life to finally feel free and like yourself. You never knew being a were-witch would be the answer to your emotional health. 

You pulled into a parking spot, getting your things together before getting out. Seeing Jeremy leaning on a tree, waiting for you nearby. You smiled at him and walked to him. 

“You seem different.” Jeremy pointed out once you reached him. You smiled up at him.

“Yeah I feel different. I don’t feel like the same Y/n as before.” You chuckled, embracing yourself for the first time is empowering.

“In that case. Hi, I’m Jeremy and I'm a Human.” Jeremy held his hand out, meeting you all over again.

You laughed and played along, “Hi Jeremy, I’m Y/n. A Were-witch.” You giggled, feeling a sense of self.

You gave him your hand, not letting go of your gaze. He smiled at you and pulled you into a hug.

[eunoiaflow3r]

when worlds collide - h.p. x gn!avenger!reader

a/n: bahahahahaha no one reads harry x reader lmaoo you don’t have to tell me - i know. but still, i thought this was a cute idea and i went with it. hope you enjoy :)

not edited.

also: timelines don’t match up bc i don’t want to do the math so harry is like 20 - 21 and your like 19 - 20 in 2020. Civil War and everything on didn’t happen. Fred didn’t die.

gn = gender neutral

warning(s): “language!” - captain america.

word count: 3.1k

request(ed): no.

summary: stephen sends y/n to a strange new place with...wizards?

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Never doubt Stephen Strange. That's something that pretty much everyone has accepted. Never second guess the wizard man. Usually you'd agree. Usually you'd just let the man babble about whatever he needed to and then go about your day.

Not now.

The fuckery.

Now you were here (wherever here was) after some flashes of orange and a "be careful." Did he even do the spell right? Is this really where you were supposed to be?

It was dark, and dirty and you just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone so you turned yourself invisible.

You were born with your powers - you think. You were adopted so you wouldn't know where your powers came from. All you know is that one day your parents couldn't find you, even though you were right there. Instead of thinking you were some kind of alien and throwing you out to labs, they helped you control it the best you could.

It was difficult at first, all things considered, but you got through. You discovered you had another power as well. Force fields. Those came in handy during the battles. (You helped where you could), and Tony Stark took you in afterwards as his own. He helped you create your suit, and your name, and discover more about your powers, he was basically a dad to you.

Your parents were a little hesitant letting you join the Avengers, but once they realized this is what you were meant to do, and you had people just like you protecting you, they couldn't keep you from that. They just couldn't.

So here you were, invisible, in some dark and creepy alley. There were doors either side of you, so you got out of the way considering they could open and smack you in the face at any given moment. You heard loud voices and laughing and cheering from both ends of the alley so you walked towards the one in front of you.

The voices were so loud and echoey that you really couldn't focus on anything else. Maybe that's why you didn't hear a boy behind you trip and fall into you from behind.

"I'm so sorry." he said helping you up.

You turned around to help him, he got awfully dirty, and searched for his glasses that fell off his face.

Once standing, he took out a stick, waved it over him, and all of a sudden the dirt and gravel was gone.

"How did you do that?" You were no stranger to magic, but this was something you've never seen before. And why would he do it in front of you? For all he knew, you were an unknowing human.

"What?" He asked eyebrows furrowed together, accent strong.

"With the stick."

He chuckled shoving the stick back in his cloak.

"The stick." He smiled and looked you up and down. "It's a wand. You must not be from around here."

"Yeah, what tipped you off?" You noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. You wondered how he got it.

"The accent, the clothes, the inability to recognize a simple wand, the ability to be here, not recognizing me, and wait - where is your cloak?"

"Cloak?"

"You were just invisible a moment earlier but I don't see your cloak anywhere."

"I don't have one. I can make myself invisible without a piece of fabric or your fancy stick." You say sarcastically. Were you flirting?

"Handy." He grins. "The name's Harry Potter."

He holds his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N L/N."

He asks you if you want to talk somewhere besides a dark dirty alley. You agreed. It took some convincing though to let him use his stick to clean the clothes you had on, but to change your outfit to something less, standout-ish.

When you felt the witch hat on your head you immediately snatched it off your head and glared at him.

He just laughed.

Once out of the alley, you breathed in the now clean air, and was mesmerized. People were bustling in and out of small shops, animals were flying and chirping around their owners, children were running around with their friends and siblings, and people were waving sticks, or wands, just like Harry used.

"C'mon, this way." He smiled at your awestruck face. It reminded him of when he first arrived with Hagrid all those years ago.

He brought you inside a coffee shop, and sat you at a booth near the window knowing you'd probably want to still look outside at the new scenes.

After ordering, and a few moments of silence as you looked around, you decided to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"We're in Diagon Alley. It's like an outside mall."

"I mean like, planet? I guess?"

"Earth."

"Earth?"

"Well, more specifically London. Diagon Alley."

"London?! I'm in London?!"

"You've never been? To Earth? Or London?"

You rolled your eyes silently cursing Strange. "I'm from Earth. The United States, actually. I just wish he'd put me on a fucking plane or something instead of making it seem like I was going to Mars."

"He?" Harry was very curious.

You looked into his green eyes, your mind wandering. The guy in front of you was very attractive. His dark hair complimented his eyes, and his glasses made him even more attractive.

"You guys are wizards right?"

"Really? What gave you that impression?" He asks sarcastically. "The sticks, the pointy hats, or the big bowl with green liquid sitting outside?”

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny. It's not my fault you live into the stereotype of brewing potions in your cauldrons -"

"Oh well I can only assume you're one of those Avengers from the States, yeah?" He grins. "You guys are all over the news."

"Yes, sure -"

"And don't one of you wear capes and another shoot lasers or lightning or whatnot? Sounds very stereotypical to me."

You laugh as the waitress brings over your drinks and muffins. You thank her. "No, well yes, that's Strange and Thor, but that's besides the point -"

"Well of course it's strange." He grins and winks and you over his mug. He was purposely annoying you and found great joy in it.

"Anyway," you sigh getting back to the point. "Do you guys have a Wizard here, like a powerful, trusting, all-knowing kind of guy?"

His eyes dropped slowly and his smile dimmed for a moment before slowly widening once again.

"Had. His name was Dumbledore."

"Our guy is Stephen Strange. Or Dr. Strange. He sent me here, and I'm not sure why."

"Hmmm." He hums setting down his mug. "Are the states in danger? Were you sent here on a secret quest that would put you through tough trials that would risk your life but would ultimately save everyone you've ever loved so you just have to do it?"

You were in a silent shock. "Uhm. No, not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well then perhaps your Wizard Strange is playing matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?"

"Well you were sent here weren't you?" You nod. "Arrived outside the exact place where I was and I just happened to bump into you? Sounds like a set-up to me."

"Or a coincidence."

"I'd like to think it was fate that I bump into the most attractive person I've ever seen and they don't know who I am and won't judge me 'cause of my past." He took a bite of his muffin.

"Should I be worried?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself." He winks.

You decide to eat your muffin as well. It was a comfortable silence until you looked out of the window and noticed a guy crouching down behind a cauldron...with a camera.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there a man outside taking pictures of you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh shit." He whispered. "Here." He took out a baseball cap and put it over your head, hiding your face from the camera.

He gets out of his seat quickly pulling you along with him to the back of the shop but before you could say anything he had his wand pulled out.

Next thing you saw was a couch and living room.

"Wow." You panted. "What a way to bring a girl home."

"I apologise Y/N, I block them out so much I forget they're even there and now they've seen you, and have a story and -"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you wanted for murder or something?"

Harry walks over to his bookshelf and pulls out a rather large book. After opening up on the table, he waved his wand over it and beckons you over to read it.

'Boy who lived.'

'Golden boy defeats Voldemort'

'winner of Triwizard tournament'

And there was so much more… 'Harry Potter' in bold just strewn across the pages. His whole life story.

Your eyes widen at everything. "So both and neither. War hero. How come I've never heard of you? Or any of this?"

He smiles at the pages fondly, running his fingers across the letters and reminiscing on his times at Hogwarts.

"Unlike you Avengers, we like to keep our business private and quiet. We don't like prying eyes."

You scoff. "Not our fault we have alien invasions every year."

Harry agreed and for the rest of the night you sat on his couch talking and sometimes arguing, over every little thing. It felt like you two had known each other forever.

You're not sure when, but you fell asleep there and woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. You're not sure how the two of you ended up this way, and you realized you were practically strangers, but you didn't want to move. You just wanted to tangle your fingers through his dark hair.

But you didn't. Instead you stared at his closed eyes, and focused on his long, dark, eyelashes that fluttered a little from time to time. You thought about how you could get used to this. Waking up with his arm wrapped around you.

You told him last night that if he was actually a serial killer, and wanted to kill you that you had a whole team of people who would rip him limb from limb. He had no doubts and looked actually scared of your threat.

You thought about what it'd be like to live here among people like you.

Stomach grumbling, you decided to get up and see if he had anything you could make for him. It's the least you could do. His face turned when you left his arms, but you quickly pulled the blanket over him so he would be able to sleep a little longer.

You found his bathroom, and washed your face. In your backpack was a toothbrush and some toothpaste so you brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and got dressed.

By the time you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Harry was still sleeping so you went into the kitchen and tried to find anything remotely close to breakfast foods. By the look of his inventory, you could tell he was very good at cooking but hadn’t been to the store in a while. He did have some eggs and toast though so you decided to make that.

In the middle of it, you got a phone call from Strange.

“Strange?”

“Harry Potter.” he says.

“What?” you were so confused as to how Stephen knew ANYTHING.

“You’re in his place, we've been tracking you.”

“So I guess we should probably have a talk about privacy? I don’t know, it just seems like something we should discuss you know? Cause usually people can respect that - especially people who just DUMP you here in the first place -“

“Calm down that’s what the mission was. While you were sleeping, we searched the place with a camera we put on you and he’s not who we thought he was. You completed the mission L/N. Great job.”

“Is he a danger?”

“Not necessarily. Just making sure your fine is all.”

“What -?”

He hung up.

Why wouldn’t Strange tell you his intentions? Why would he let you stay here if he thought Harry might have been a bad guy? Why would he risk that?

Right as you hung up Harry Potter walked into the kitchen with his lenses in between his shirt - he was cleaning his glasses.

His dark hair hung over his eyes but his eyebrows were raised.

“You made breakfast?”

“It was the least I could do. I didn’t mean to fall asleep but thank you for letting me stay.”

He smiled and put his glasses back on. In doing so his gray shirt lifted and you could see his abs. You turned away a blushed.

“It was no big deal. Thank you for making breakfast, love. You didn’t have to.”

You didn’t say anything and instead placed both of your finished plates on the dining room table. He followed you and sat down immediately digging in.

“These are the best eggs i’ve ever eaten Y/N thank you.”

You smiled in response but then frowned remembering your conversation with Strange. You should probably tell Harry.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “You were wrong.”

He gave you a look that meant “about?”

“Dr. Strange - the wizard I work with - he likes to check out potential threats and make sure that ya’know - the earth stays safe and everything. Je can kind of see the future and its propabilities. He did the same thing with Thor and his brother Loki.”

“Okay, go on.”

You cringed. “And so he called me and told me that he sent me here so he could see you? I don’t know I guess he saw you as a threat and wanted to make sure you weren’t.”

You looked at Harry but his face was clear of any and every emotion. He just continued to eat his eggs. It was silent.

You ate a bit at your eggs too until he spoke up which made you look up.

“I can’t say I’m very surprised honestly. With everything you guys manage to fuck up there I’d wanna know if someone else was about to create shit problems too.”

You sighed with relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry really Harry, I didn’t even know.”

“No yeah it’s fine. I get it. I still think he sent you specifically for a reason though. There’s just no way we aren’t soul mates or something.”

“Oh shut up Potter.”

He smiled. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Gee your head must hurt.”

He squints at you jokingly. “You should let me take you out. I can show you around today. Y’know, so you can see what wizards are like.”

“Is this a date?”

His face flushes red and he looks down at his plate. “Yeah, yeah it’s a date.”

And a date it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry! Again?!” You practically screamed. Harry called it aparation but you call it hell. You let it go the first time but damn. He barely even warned you, just took your hand, held it tight, pulled you close, and waved his wand.

It was teleportation. Something you’ve never ever done before.

“Fucking hell Potter I’m going to murder you.”

“And Strange was worried about your safety? This is like your 4th time threatening to end my life and besides, it wasn’t even that bad.”

You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the day Harry showed you all sorts of things you’d never ever seen before. This consisted of every flavor jelly beans (and by every flavor they really meant every flavor), a chocolate frog, and never ending bubble gum. And that was just on the candy side.

He took you inside this joke shop ran by two of his friends from his old school he called hogwarts. They were twins that went by the names of Fred and George. The only twins you had ever met was Wanda and Pietro but telling the story of Pietro’s death seemed to sour Harry’s mood but excite the twins. The fact that he sacrificed himself for a little boy made him a hero in their eyes. They begged you to tell them more stories.

By the end of the day you went back to Harry’s place and you were exhausted. You can’t believe all that you’ve seen and eaten. How was this stuff even possible? How was it all hidden? You were amazed.

Harry was glad to see you had a good day and glad that he had met you. When you got back, he told you that you could stay another night...and perhaps in the bed instead of the couch. He hadn’t meant it in a dirty way but that didn’t stop you from laughing until tears came out of your eyes. He was so awkward at times. Once he had to ask if it was okay to take your hand while you were in the street and it was so cute how he couldn’t really find the words even for something as simple as hand holding.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

You both were laying in his bed facing the other.

“I had a lot of fun today. I feel like i’ve known you forever.”

He grinned from ear to ear and was glad that you couldn’t see him. He would have been beyond embarrassed if you’d seen how unmistakably happy that made him.

“I had fun with you Y/N. You’re great company.”

You were silent for a moment.

And another.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You were scared of his response and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. What if he was just being friendly? What if he just wanted to be friends? You would have made a huge fool of yourself. You were going to turn away embarrassed until his hand came up to your face and slipped onto your cheek. He was so warm. His lips pressed against yours for a moment and then he pulled away.

After a moment he reconnected and moved his lips against yours slowly. Your hand went to the back of his neck and toyed with his hair. He groaned into your mouth. You smiled and scooted even closer to him. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and kissing. You didn’t want to pull away but you had to.

“Harry.” you said practically breathless.

“Yeah.” he was breathless too.

“I want to show you my world. You should come see New York.”

“Yeah? You wanna show me those alien invasions and robot attacks?”

You laughed and snuggled into Harry. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your neck.

“Mhmm.”

“I’d love to see it.”

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[echonidae]

let’s talk commission stuff!

hey folks !!  so i’ve been reorganizing myself to get commissions back on track, and i’ve got some things i’d like to get your input on, if it isn't too much trouble !! ;v;

it’s a long one, so under the cut it goes sdfghghj

a slightly too long tl;dr because apparently this is a 10min read (i'm so sorry): commission revamp on the works! no date for it yet. gonna be easing myself back with just icons for a while at first (no date for that either thoug, not yet), then the revamp will be in full swing with all the other commission options, and the pricetable for them will be changed in the future as well. 

some questions: 

1) i’m rethinking commission types, is there anything you’d like to see as a new option?  2) considering i tend to open only a handful slots every batch, i'm thinking about implementing a waitlist (with a bit of a twist: it's split between Current Batch and Next Batch; a little more complicated than a regular ol' waitlist, allows me to get through some of the waitlist queue as work gets done). would that interest you or is it too much of a headache? 100% open to suggestions! 3) i’m organizing a board on trello for commission stuffs !! any suggestions or specific things you’d like to see there?

so! it’s already been over a year since i last opened commissions and i’d very much like to get back to them ;o; it’s been way too long! i miss working with you folks aaa

i don’t have a reopening date yet, but i’m planning on opening only icons for a while to ease back into the process. later on, i'll open the other commission options too. you see, i’m working on a full revamp of the whole thing, including the terms of service and that info image with the examples (because looking back, i think it no longer really represents my current style and how i really do commissions in terms of just... plain old rendering and polishing), so i’ll be working on new drawings and a new layout too, and all that good jazz :D

for full disclosure, along with this overhaul of the terms and such, i will be updating prices too c: i’m still working on the new values though, since i need to figure out what commission types/options the overhaul will have. which brings me to the first question here: what would you like to see as a commission option? for reference, here’s the og options:

(hoo i need to redo those examples *sweats*)

also, one more thing i’d like to note about this revamp situation: there isn’t a whole lot that’s changing really haha it’s just been a long, long time since i last did commissions, so i’m reviewing terms and i might change stuff that’s become outdated, or that needs clarification. if you’ve commissioned me before, the process itself is still the same so no worries! once the revamp is out, i’ll point out anything that has changed too c:

in regards to price changes, those first icon-only batches will be in their original price, and the new prices will only take effect once the revamp with the other options is out. it will be quite a while before until that, but if you have any concerns, feel free to message me any time ! either way, i’ll keep you folks posted !! i guess i also could post the new prices before implementing them, if that helps!

so, moving on! now to the waitlist situation <:3c as in, i’ve never had one, a while back someone asked if i did, and now that i’m reorganizing things, i’m wondering if it would be good to implement one :3c feel free to send any questions !! or suggestions!! i'm all ears!!!

usually i only open a handful of slots for each batch, right, and once they're all claimed, the commissions are closed until all the slots are finished. folks who missed the slots have to wait until the next batch, and sometimes those batches take a while to come back, and i usually just message those who missed the opening once the new batch is announced.

what i'm thinking for the waitlist is, i'll open it along with the batch of commissions, and limit it to a specific number of spots or close it by a specific date, whichever comes first. to apply for it, people would just need to send the form and i can tell them immediately whether or not i can draw their request, and then they'll be placed on the waitlist in the order they’ve been accepted c: pretty standard stuff.

here’s the important bit: that list is basically split in two. the first handful of people on the list, corresponding to the amount of slots for the current batch, will be reached out to as i finish working on the claimed slots, and then anyone else on the waitlist will be contacted shortly before the next batch. if, by the time the list closes, not all the opened slots have been claimed, folks on the list will simply be moved up the queue accordingly c: all of it would be discussed individually, of course, and very well disclosed in the commission info!

there are other points to it as well: anyone would be able to request a spot on the next batch's waitlist instead of the current one, and anyone can leave either list at any point. folks who had already claimed a slot when it first opened would only be able to apply for the next batch's waitlist (to give everyone a chance of getting one), and people on the list, either for the current or the next round of commissions, can be skipped up to a limit if they're unable to continue the order once i get to them.

oh and, before i forget, with the waitlist in place, i think i’d no longer be able to put slots on hold as i used to (as in, before paying the first invoice), as it’d be unfair to folks on the list. in that case, the person would be placed on the list as well if they want to, and contacted as soon as possible : )

also the "up to 2 slots per person" thing would be on thin ice too haha

anyway, this is kind of what i intended to do back then, with reopening slots as work gets finished, but never got around to. i want to make sure i don’t swamp myself with work, but also have it so that folks who want slots have a good chance of getting them, whether for the current batch or the next, as there's only so many slots i can open and work on at once, and time zones and irl things are to be considered too for anyone interested c:

it also makes it easier for me to keep track of messaging folks about new slots and such, and the list would be made public and easily available for consulting too : D more on this later!

so how's this looking? i've never done waitlists before and barely knew how they're supposed to work before starting to reorganize things, so please do feel free to voice your thoughts !! i’m 100% open to suggestions !!! do you think this system would work out for you? any concerns? if anything is unclear feel free to point it out, i'll do my best to explain the process or change stuff that doesn't quite work!!

so!!! now to the very last thing i wanted to talk about ! trello! 

i’m making a little trello board for updates on commission stuff! my commission info page here on tumblr and on deviantart both have this little section for updates on each slot’s progress, but i admittedly didn't do a good job keeping them updated (and constantly updating two things in different places just. kinda sucks.), so i’ve been diving into trello to unify that update section in one place and keep things nice and organized and transparent : ) it would be super useful for keeping track of the waitlist too, if that becomes a thing, or for updates on commission status and such!

so far i’m only testing things out, so it’s looking like this right now (sorry for the tiny image!):

(the board is lying btw, commissions are very much closed haha) (also if it’s basically unreadable, here’s the upload on sta.sh)

with all those little lists, the “available slots” and “sketch” and “lineart” and whatnot, i would be moving the card along the process : D and adding the appropriate labels, of course

this way i can have those halfsteps labelled too (working on/halfway through/finishing), since there’s only so many colors i can use without making it confusing (and tbh i’m already not too thrilled about color labels as it is, but it beats typing each individual status, and i’d imagine it’s more readable for folks consulting the list as well)

i really like how this looks so far in terms of organization but i’m unsure if the horizontal scrolling is anything but annoying, specially to folks on mobile (with the way i divide my screen on desktop, it certainly isn’t ideal either), so if you have any experience with that, feel free to let me know your thoughts!! there are a thousand different ways to organize this, and this is all a work in progress too c:

so! anything specific you folks would like to see on trello? i know this is a fairly common tool for commission queues and info and such but i’m super new to this platform, so please feel free to send suggestions! ♥

anyway yeah! that’s it! ;0; !

i’m sorry for the super long post, i’ve just been thinking about a lotta stuff haha i feel like i don’t interact a whole lot as it is, and since commissions are very much a team effort, i do want to get input from you folks on it c: it’s good to get a fresh perspective as well!

thank you so much for reading this far !! let me know your thoughts !!! :D ♥

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

Could you please write “‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au”. Jurdan?

Sorry for the late, hope you'll like it!

chapter - two | beautiful disaster

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Beautiful Disaster Masterlist

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I've been in the club for a half hour now and I already wish I wasn't here.

Vivienne ditched me in favour of dancing two minutes after we arrived; funny how she is the one who insisted we need more 'sister time.'

"I'm bored," I complain when she gets off the dance floor. "I wish you'd let me leave—it's not like I'm having fun."

Taryn is beside her, looking a little too drunk herself. She clings to Vivienne like a timid child to her mother, eyes wide as saucers and an awestruck expression on her face—I don't know what she's pleased about. She stumbles towards the bar, ordering more drinks. Vivienne turns to me, expression purposeful and determined.

She says, "We barely see you! You're always out—even dad doesn't know where you are." Her words sound like a lament, though I'm almost sure she doesn't notice my absence often and if she does, it doesn't bothers her enough to enquire after me when we're both sober, apparently.

"I know where she is all the time," Taryn tells the two of them, a giggle escaping her lips. "I know your secret, Jude."

I stiffen, but manage to keep my face nonchalant and voice amused, unaffected. "You do now, do you?" It's almost to easy to lie now, to speak half truths, to be deceitful and clever and guarded all the time. It should bother me but it doesn't. I'm too scared she knows I'm working for Dain, too scared Madoc could find out and gods know what he'll do when he does.

Taryn nods. "I saw you sneaking out of the house at nights!" Then, she giggles, "I know you have a secret lover."

I relax, tension released from my muscles when the words settle in. She thinks I have a secret lover, which isn't that far off but my real secret is safe. A blush creeps onto my cheeks as I think of Dain, my apparent secret lover and boss. I can never tell when we went from thinking of each other as best friends to lovers but he's one of the very few people I almost trust.

"You have to tell us who it is, Jude," Vivi says, clapping in excitement. She's ridiculous. "Oriana will be so happy!"

I stare in horror. I don't like where this is going. I can't tell them who I'm sneaking off with but I can't deny their suspicions lest they follow me out on my nightly escapades someday.

The two of them cheer loudly, drawing some attention and shouting 'Tell us!' in chorus when I see him.

"Cardan," his name escapes my lips in surprise, quieting the loud pair. Then I realise what it sounded like, and I rush to correct them but it's too late. Neither of them wants to hear much now.

"Ohmygod, Cardan Greenbriar?!"

"I suppose they have the whole enemies to lovers thing going from them," Vivi tells my twin sister.

"He's so cute."

"I don't even—" Jude is cut off by Vivienne's answering squeal.

"Think of all the double dates—" everyone is looking over at us, "and Madoc will be furious, that's a plus."

Taryn hums her agreement. "That's why Jude can't tell Madoc, isn't it? But Jude, we'd never tell him—" and her words are cut off with a sharp gasp when their eyes land on the entrance, and they notice him leaning against the wall.

His eyes are fixed elsewhere, but then they sweep around the whole room and land on me. Faintly, I can hear my sister's teasing comments but it sounds so far away, and he seems like he is too close for comfort. I wonder how he can do that—make me feel like the world is collapsing around me with all but one look; how he can intimidate me without ever coming close.

"Aw, they're making fuck me eyes at each other," one of my sisters coo.

Entirely too fast, he's gone from my sight and I come back to reality. I drown out all comments about him, giving vague, evasive answers to each question. It feels like he's still looking at me with that impenetrable gaze, though he's nowhere to be seen.

I fetch us some drinks, and soon find other topics to converse about. I'm hoping they've forgotten our conversation, when I stumble upon a sight that makes my heart stop dead inside my chest. He's standing there with a drink in his hand, and from the opposite side of the dance floor, my sisters make their way towards him.

I run towards him, pushing through the crowd. I stumble, almost falling into him and he rolls his eyes. "Falling again, Jude? This is the second—"

I hold up a hand. "Shh, you have to leave—my sisters think we're—" but before I can make my request of Cardan Greenbriar, my sisters have arrive. I can't let them know I lied—they'd wonder what I'm hiding from them and it won't end well. I have too many secrets to protect.

"Cardan Greenbriar," Taryn breathes out. She sounds a little starstruck.

Cardan narrows his eyes at the newcomers, an amused expression on his face. In front of his graceful manner and controlled movements, everyone else looks like a fish flailing in the air. He doesn't have that cruel gleam on his face, but I stay on my guard. Whatever my grievances with my sisters, I can't help being protective of them.

He says, "You didn't tell me you had such a pretty sister, Jude."

Taryn flushes at the compliment, and I wonder what he's playing at—or if, perhaps, this is another attempt to rile me. "We're twins," I mutter under my breath, though it comes out louder than intended and he hears me.

"Of course you'd find Taryn pretty—she looks like Jude, after all." Vivienne smirks, "You don't need to pretend. Jude told us everything."

"She did?" He can't hide the confusion from his face, but it's gone in a minute.

"Yes! I'm glad you're dating Jude. Just know if you hurt her, well, she'll hurt you back worse so..." she trails off with a sweet smile. I didn't know when my eldest sister got so scary, but she looks positively terrifying now.

"Dating? Jude?" Cardan quirks an eyebrow at me. "Yes, I'm, uh, doing that. Am I not, sweet Jude? I'd never hurt her, not unless she asks me to," he grins at his innuendo, sending my sisters cackling too. I can't bring myself to share their amusement, too busy wondering what he's playing at.

"Aw, he's blushing!" Taryn coos at him, words near slurred. "When did this happen? Why didn't we know? Ooh, Jude, how long have you been fucking? Wait, have you even had sex—" Vivienne interrupts my twin's barrage of questions with an apologetic smile and a quick 'you both should make a date night out of this' leaving me alone with my worst nemesis.

The moment my sisters are out of sight, he cocks his head to the side. "Jude. Am I supposed to know what that was about or will you explain?" There's no sneer in his voice, just curiosity with a touch of amusement.

"A misunderstanding," I clear my throat. "They wanted to know, uhh, who I'm dating, and I looked here and they assumed it was you."

His lips twitch upwards, as if he's entertained by my reply. I bristle at the mocking look, but I know my anger will only provide him satisfaction. His lips are curled in a small smirk, and he has never looked more beautiful. There's an air of confidence around him, a careless, unassuming grace in his movements that makes him look so intimidating and yet, so appealing all the same. The top two buttons on his black shirt have been left open, and reveal more of the serpent tattoo around his collarbone. I have the strangest itch to trace it with my fingers but I dismiss it as curiosity.

He turns on his heel without another word, then looks back. He frowns, "Are you not following me?"

"Should I be?" I don't recall him asking me to go somewhere with him.

Cardan makes an 'isn't that obvious' face, and I give him an impatient look in return. He tells me, "I was about to get another drink, but apparently, we have to get drinks, have a date and whatnot now. I do loathe the idea of making someone unhappy."

"And if this makes me unhappy?" I ask, even as I walk beside him to the bar.

Almost absentmindedly, as if I'm daft and it's the simplest answer in the world, he gives me a blank look. "You're Jude. No one can make you unhappy." He orders drinks for the two of us, and it occurs to me that I'm talking to him, and it's not a part of my plan.

But maybe this coincidence might help me earn his trust. He's never so affable as he is when he's drunk.

We talk, if you could call it that. Mostly, it's just us remaining in a silence that feels too loud, each of us too aware of the other's presence and Cardan's occassional remarks laced with dry humor. And if upon hearing one of those sharp remarks, I let a loud laugh escape my mouth, or if I look rather flushed, I blame it on the alcohol I consume. It isn't until Vivienne informs me Madoc is home and he's asking for me that I remember all the ways this mission can go wrong if I'm not careful about it.

We're in the cab, and I'm almost dazed as I recall every remark Cardan made. "He's quite the catch," Vivienne must have seen the confusion on my face because she adds: "Cardan, I mean. I quite like him."

I make a face at her. "He's a disaster."

"A beautiful disaster," she corrects me with a suggestive look. I don't bother arguing with her this time.

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[mini-moongi]

For Rent || Jin

Genre: Fluff, angst, comedy(?), Jin x asexual!reader

Warnings: mentions sexy times and multiple funky fresh sex themes but no actual frisky actions cause I ain’t about that,,

Summary: Bts is a line of men who can be rented for various sexual activities. One night, Kim Seokjin hits the jackpot of being rented for a whole month. When he shows up with all of his “gear”, the last thing he expects is to become a live-in fiancé with a girl who isn’t into sex.

This is a Fem!reader 

A/N: This was supposed to be a quick oneshot drabble, but it’s 3.6k words..... anyways, Happy Birthday @ahgassok​ !! this is for you :)

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Seokjin get’s called into the office after his latest gig. He walks in, still dressed up in a suit and tie because his client requested it, and takes a seat across from his boss.

 “Seokjin, you’re really moving up the ladder these days, aren’t you?” His boss smiles warmly at all of the attention Jin has been getting. Seokjin does have to admit though, he wasn’t a popular choice on the roster when he first joined, but that doesn’t quite mean his ranks have been smooth sailing either. “I have very exciting news for you, kid.”

“What is it, Boss?” Seokjin questions. This could go in two very different directions. He was either getting promoted, or he was being sold to a bigger company. 

“A client wants to rent you out for a whole month.” The big boss man is beaming to high heavens when he announces it to Seokjin. Jin’s eyes widen at the thought of someone wanting him for a whole month, let alone the sheer thought of how much that costed them was enough to send shivers down his spine. 

“...what?” Jin responds as an afterthought. Most people would rent by the hour with him. This was the most common and usual source of income; Clients want a one night with no guilty conscience of the other party, and that was fine. Being rented for a few days or even a week, however, was a big deal within the group. Seokjin hadn’t ever had a client for a whole week, but his much more popular and younger coworkers had. He remembers the story Jungkook told him about being rented out to a sorority group for a week, and then being called back by them for another fun weekend in Miami.

But being rented for a whole month? And it wasn’t an already existing client, it was someone entirely new to him. The Head Honcho gives him a rundown of company manners, and Jin can only nod dumbly as he tries to soak up all of the new information. He receives the client’s list of likes and dislikes, and in a blink of an eye, he finds himself walking back out the way he came.

Taehyung is the first to approach him; it’s the next day when Jin is packing all of his clothes from the company dorms. “I heard the big news, Hyung!” Taehyung exclaims. Out of all of the members, Taehyung was the only one who’d get rented out by the months. People requested odd jobs from him. Once, he got called in to model for a magazine company and then have sex immediately afterwords with the manager. “I’m so proud,” Taehyung feigns a sob-like expression,” My Kim Seokjin is finally getting the kind of work he deserves.”

“How do you do it, Taehyung?” Seokjin continues to fold his clothes neatly into a suitcase. “I don’t even know who I’m going to be spending all of this time with. What if.. what if they turn out to be some secret trafficking network? What if I get thrown into an underground mafia cult?”

“You’ll be fine,” He pats Jin on the shoulder. “Our company holds strict regulations and runs background checks on every client. I do admit, though,” Taehyung lulls his head to one side,” clients like these are always unpredictable.”

A good night’s rest and suddenly he finds himself standing in front of the client’s door. He didn’t really know what kinds of sex toys to pack since their form was answered in the most unconventional way possible. Instead of a list of kinks and turn ons, there were written-in answers, so he only knew that she:

1. really enjoyed baking, but isn’t very good at it. He wasn’t sure if this person had a sweets kink or something, but he wasn’t going to complain about whipped cream foreplay. 

2. liked a more domestic approach to love. Want’s to be called Love, Honey, sweetie, baby, etc.

and that was it. Other than her name, age, and birthday, that was it. It did say that she wasn’t a virgin, but maybe she wanted to have the “first time” experience with someone again? Jin decided to pack more normal toys, vibrators, dildos, condoms, and whatnot. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door.

When it opens, he sees the girl from the profile picture he was given. The reality was closing in on him that he was really going to spend a month with her. “..uh, hello, my name is Kim Seokjin, and I--” He’s caught off guard when she wordlessly takes his hand and gently pulls him inside.

Her home is relatively small, but it’s so minimalistic and clean that it looks like it came straight out of ikea. “Your profile said that you majored in acting, right?” his client asks him, and he’s suddenly scrambling to make a good impression.

“Yeah, I... I was an acting major.” He smiles at her.

She doesn’t say anything else, so he comes up to the kitchen island. Jin watches as she busies herself in the kitchen, making a milk tea of sorts. Your initial impression on him was calm and collected: you seemed neat and organized like your living space. What he notices however, is the way her hands are trembling ever so slightly as she pours the drink into two glasses. He realizes that even as sweet and pretty as she was, there wasn’t a smile. You were biting the inside of your cheek, and trying to take subtle deep breaths.

“Your name is y/n, right?” He waits for you to nod before he continues. “I don’t want to overstep any boundaries here, but,” Jin looks into y/n’s eyes,”....is there something bothering you?”

Immediately, the illusion that y/n worked really hard on started to crumble. All of the composure she had completely left her body in one shaky sigh. “I’m.. I’m so sorry I have to drag you into this.” She slides him one of the drinks as she perches herself on a nearby stool. “I know you’re supposed to be like my sexy fun time man, but I’m ace, so that’s kind of out of the question.” Y/n stares into her cup as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“....Then why am I here?” Jin wonders aloud. He doesn’t mind the fact that you’re not into intercourse like he is, but then again, doing the do is kind of his job.

“My dad,” y/n swallows the lump forming in her throat. “he’s started bothering me with questions about my love life. I felt bad, being in my late twenties and all, so I told him that I was engaged. Last week, he told me he wanted to meet my fiancé and that he was going to stay here for a few weeks starting next week.”

Jin stares at her in disbelief, what has he gotten himself into? “And you’re telling me that I’m.... I’m the fiancé?” 

A dry laugh escapes her lips, and if it weren’t for the absurdity of the situation, Jin would tell her how pretty she was. “Yeah,” She looks at him, finally letting herself take in his features. An oversized hoodie was draped over his large body with black ripped skinny jeans hugging his legs for dear life. There isn’t a hint of anger written on his face, only a comforting (albeit a little shocked) smile. “My dad owns a pretty big company, and he recently had a near death experience. Ever since then, everyone’s been breathing down my neck making sure I was stable in every way possible. And I mean every single fucking way. ”

“Why?” Jin quips. He takes a sip out of her concoction, praying that she didn’t slip him a drug of any sort. Holy shit, it was the best thing he ever came across since discovering Jungkook’s fursona. It takes everything in him to not make some weird howl of pleasure at the utter euphoria his tastebuds were experiencing.

“So, when he inevitably passes,” she grimaces,” I’ll be able to take over. I love my old man, and I was hoping that he could retire before I see him drop dead in the middle of his office one day. He always tells me it’s harder to fall in love after people learn about what position you’re in. Hence this weird must-already-have-a-fiancé rule.” A smile barely ghosts her lips before she takes a sip of her drink,” Sorry; I’ll understand if you don’t want to have anything to do with my soap opera-esque situation.”

He quietly sips his drink, lost in this pool of new information. Surprisingly, he’s been calm this whole entire time. If he’d been thrusted into this situation years ago, he’d have flipped out in a not so good way. Thank god he found his big boy pants before this; he genuinely wanted to help y/n. She seemed to be really considerate, and he wanted to stay. At the very least, she’d probably be able to make a killer margarita with drink skills like these. “Out of the whole line-up, why’d you choose me?”

She’s stunned for a moment before replying,”Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just,” Jin swirls the drink with his straw,” I’m sure I wasn’t the first name to pop up on our page.”

“Oh,” Y/n tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. A light blush sweeps across her cheeks, and she clears her throat. “..Is it weird you somehow fit my ideal type? I guess if I had to pick something, it’d be the way you smile.”

The reply was so simple, and yet it struck a chord with him. Usually when he asks, they say they like his plump lips or his feet, and if he was unlucky enough, they’d tell him he was convenient. Jin chuckles,” Y/n, are you trying to flirt with me? I’m already yours, but knock yourself out, baby.”

The first few days were awkward, to say the least. Jin on the job, but not doing his job, was hard to get used to. He’d often wake up and wonder where he was, only to remember the agreement he made days ago that started it all. This morning was much like the other ones: brief seconds of confusion followed by acceptance. Y/n’s house was nice, but after his conversation, she grew a little distant; the house felt emptier when she didn’t talk to him.

Jin rolls out of his bed, and trudged into the kitchen. This morning, he woke up earlier than her. Deciding that if he was hired to be a fiancé, he was going to be the best damned fiancé that she’d ever have. 

That morning was different from your usual mornings. You woke up to a sweet smell lingering in the air. In the early morning haze, you half dress yourself and wander into the kitchen area. The low sizzle of the pan greeted your ears, and Jin’s broad shoulders stood hunched over the stove. He notices your presence, and turns around with a smile, the pan still in his hands. 

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He says.

“...good morning?” Your brain is still trying to wake up and process what’s happening. “Am I dreaming right now?”

The response is just lighthearted chuckle. “I’ve made pancakes, do you want some?”

You nod without hesitation. The smell had your mouth watering, and the thought of its taste was like music to your ears. He slides a plate in front of you and pulls the syrup from the fridge. You both dig in, savoring the fluffy taste of pancakes. 

“You know, I’ve got to ask,” Seokjin starts,” what about the rings? We’re supposed to wear some, right?”

If you weren’t awake earlier, that question really woke your stupor. “oh.” was all that came out of you for a painfully long time. “...So you’re really okay with this?”

“It might be the weirdest job I’ve taken on, but yeah. I’m ready to fuck around if you are--- but not literally, I promise. I know how to keep my dick in my pants.” He laughs.

You’re relieved that he’s actually okay with this. The past few days, you were waiting for your proposition to sink in and see him leave whilst waving around a middle finger in the air. A breath you’ve been holding in finally came out. “Okay, I’ll go get the rings. I’ll be back in a sec.”

When you return, he’s still sitting there at the counter, patiently waiting for you. A part of you wished your past lovers were like this in real life: someone who’s this patient and kind can only be bought, you suppose. You open up the velvet box, revealing the two rings that were a part of your elaborate plan. 

“May I?” Seokjin breathes out. You nod and watch him carefully pick up the ring meant for you. He stifles a laugh and clears his throat. “Miss Y/n L/n, will you marry me for like, a month?”

“Yeah,” you smile. He slips the ring onto your finger, feeling the cool metal against your skin. It’s shiny and beautiful; it’s the perfect wedding ring. Of course, you did pick it out yourself and vividly recalling sweating bullets when asked any questions regarding your marriage. 

You pick up his ring and giggle a little to yourself; by Monday, you’d have to play the biggest game of pretend in your life. “Mr. Kim Seokjin, will you marry me for a month?” He gasps and fakes a shedded tear.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

------

You go on multiple dates and try to fabricate your story before Monday arrives. He’s much funnier than you anticipated him being, and he’s really good company to be around. “I almost choked Jimin out for not cleaning my fucking dildos. Like, who does that to a guy who lets you borrow them in the first place?” 

Your stomach hurts so bad from how much you’re laughing. Shrek 2 is playing, but it’s long forgotten as it turns into background noise. Jin relays his very bad experiences on the job, and his stories are so outlandish that you sometimes question the validity of it. “Are you kidding me? Remind me to never let him borrow my socks. I don’t trust him after everything you’ve told me.” 

Jin his desperately holding back his laughter, but the dam breaks soon enough. Monday morning arrives, and exactly at 10 in the morning, the doorbell rings. You make eye contact with Jin,”It’s show time.” You whisper.

You open the door and greet your father. “Y/n! I’ve missed you so much,” he hugs you closer than before, and you can’t help but smile at your dad’s affection. 

“Dad, this is my fiancé that I’ve told you about, his name is Kim Seokjin.” You watch as your old man’s face lights up, and he eagerly rushes over to him. Your father takes JIn’s hand in his and shakes it with enthusiasm. “You’ll have plenty of time to say hello.” You giggle.

After you and Jin get your father’s things settled into the guest bedroom, everything starts to sink in a little too well. Earlier you agreed that it’d “be weird if you didn’t sleep in the same bed together” and so, all of Jin’s items moved into your room, sex tools included. “What should we do about dinner? I feel like it might get weird at the table together.” He whisper-yells to you. Fear gripped onto his body,”What if I accidentally talk about Yoongi’s butt plug accident?”

It takes everything in you to not bust out in giggles right there in the guest room. “You’ll be fine, Jin,” You set the last of his things by the bedside table. “Just please, watch your mouth.”

Just as you both suspected, dinner was very awkward. “So, how did you meet my daughter?” Your dad asks as he picks away at his food.

“Oh, uh,” Jin glances over at you. There was no way to really know what you were thinking, but a subtle thumbs up soothed his worries a little. “We met at a mutual friend’s party. Yeah,” he smiles,” It was at Namjoon’s book club celebration when we first met.”

“You should’ve seen it dad. I’d have never thought that book clubs were so wild before,” you absolutely sell it to the big guy. Your elaborate stories and too accurate to be fake details worked. 

The rest of dinner went smoothly, in fact, the rest of your dad’s stay was absolutely fucking perfect. Jin was able to use his PG 13 humor (re: dad puns) and fortunately, your dad likes stale jokes. Everything was going great, and you’d even convinced your dad that retirement was a good idea.... that is, until today.

“....but didn’t you say that you met at a book club?”

You looked over at Jin like a deer caught in the headlights. Crap, you just told that you two met online. Jin notices your panicked expression. If this mission fails, Jin will have been royally fucked sideways like a sock puppet. “We first talked online, but we met in person during the book club meeting!!” He stammers out.

The tension built up inside of you faded away, and you make a note to remind yourself to tell Jin how big-brained he is. You don’t really know what’s happened to you and Jin, but all morning there have been slip-up after slip-up after slip-up. (after yet another slip-up.) 

Your father isn’t fully convinced though, and you fear that he’s caught on. “...I don’t know if I believe you right now.” uh oh. He squints at the two of you as you both sweat profusely with nervous smiles upon your faces. “Seokjin, why do you want to marry my daughter?”

Jin looks at you, but your dad keeps pressing on. “How can I be sure that you love her, and this isn’t some big ruse to run away with all of our money? I can see that y/n loves you to death, but for some unknown reason,” He stops to cross his arms. “I just feel like there’s something you’re not telling me. I don’t want to have to do a background check on you, so your best bet is to come clean.”

Jin takes a deep breath. “Sir, with all due respect, I think that if we told you how we’d actually met, you wouldn’t take our relationship seriously. I love y/n, I love her absolutely to the moon and back.” Jin grabs your hand firmly in his and gives it a gently squeeze. He looks at you and the soothing words part from his lips. “Even after you fly back home, I plan to spend my life with her, regardless of what you say.”

At this point you’re not sure where he’s going with this. The longer he talks, the more it sounds like the words are directed at you. “The truth is, we aren’t really married.” Jin looks back at your dad, who furrows his brow at the complex lie he was told the past month. “--But if this is what it’s like to be married to y/n, I think it might actually happen.”

“What? Jin I--” You’re unbelievably shocked. He just revealed to your dad that no, sorry pops, your only child isn’t married to a super cool guy. The possibility of actually being married to Jin perplexed you, though. Is this still the actor in him talking, or is he saying the truth? 

“Look,” your father sighs,” I don’t know what situation you’ve put yourself in to pretend you’re married, but damn it all to hell if you don’t actually marry this boy.” Your dad breaks out into a grin, signifying that Jin has passed the test. “If you don’t make him my son-in-law, I’ll find a way to do it myself.”

You’re still paralyzed as you watch your dad engulf Seokjin in a hug. Your dad looks happy to have met Seokjin, and vise versa. They get along better than peas in a pod, you realized. When this mission is over though, will you ever see Jin again? Already you’ve begun to miss his laughter. The way he sings in the shower, the way he pushes up his glasses while he’s reading, the way he says I love you; you’re going to miss it. All of it.

Like a final curtain call, the deal is over. You hand Seokjin an envelope containing the cash you owe him for his service. He takes it, and he places it onto his packed suitcase. Your eyes never leave his figure, and you watch as he gets up to be more leveled with you. “Y/n,” He says. “I meant what I said the other day; we may not be married now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t propose in the future.”

“This is your job talking right?” You laugh, but it lacks the usual give of happiness. “Don’t think it’s going to give you a bonus, hot stuff.”

“I’m serious.” He looks at you tenderly,” I actually really like you, you know. Hoseok regularly fucks a big corporate guy, so I have discounts at every Starbucks location if you wanna go out somewhere.” His thumb glides over the ring on your finger, lost in thought for a moment. “Call me a pool noodle and ride me backwards, but I think I’m going to miss you too much to actually leave.” 

“...Besides, I think the ring on my finger is stuck so--” he drawls out.

You snort in surprise, giggles bubbling from inside of you. Genuine ones this time. “I was going to miss you too, but I won’t have to if you’re not leaving.”

“I never really planned on it, sweetheart.”

────── ☽. ✧₊∘ ──────

A/N: my brain..... ‘tis empty...

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

Congratulations on your milestone! Can I get #1 with Loki? Perhaps a bit of angst but leads to fluffy smut. Maybe the reader realizes her feelings after seeing him being flirty and affectionate with someone else and when he confronts her for acting differently, avoiding him and whatnot, she kind of loses it and just blurts it out and he responds with frustration as well. Sorry if that's too detailed but something along the lines of that is fine too.

Once again I have proven that I can’t write anything short. I think I managed to get everything you wanted in this, so I hope that you like it! Thank you so much for the congratulations and the request!

There is smut at the end of this, so y’all have been warned. Oh, yeah, there’s some language, too.

Brawn Over Brains

You would think that the most annoying sound in the world was something obvious, like nails on a chalkboard, someone chewing with their mouth open, or maybe the weird slightly out of tune humming that Sam does when you’re in a bad mood just to grind your gears.

But you were proven incorrect when the grating, too-loud cackle of the newest recruit to the Avengers assaulted your ears. You cut your eyes at her, feeling your blood absolutely boil in your veins at her fawning and throwing herself at Loki. He looked quite pleased with her attentions, all puffed out chest and handsome grins as they chatted in the corner.

You slammed your hand down a little too hard at the display they were putting on, accidentally forcing the knife through the onion you were cutting so hard that it split the wooden cutting board in two. Shit. 

“What’d that poor cutting board ever do to you?” Sam asked, coming up beside you and carefully taking the knife out of your white-knuckled grip.

You blamed the onion for the heat stinging at the corners of your eyes, gritting your teeth. “Just got distracted for a minute by Miss Thang over there, batting her eyelashes at Loki like he’s a piece of meat.”

“Oh, jealous, are we?“

You weren’t jealous, that was absurd. Sure, you had grown close to Loki ever since Stark had plucked you from a cell deep in an underground Hydra base. Your enhanced strength had proven you an effective member of the Avengers, and you had been drawn to the intimidating God of Mischief. Both mistrusted at first, but valuable for what you could do for others, paying for your position with a pound of flesh. 

He was attractive, yes, so much so that the very thought of his emerald eyes locking onto yours made your pulse thrum beneath your skin. But it was more than that. He had a sharp wit and a sharper tongue, keeping you on your toes. You both thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company, even if it was spent in silence while he read and you fiddled about on your phone. He was your best friend, at the very least, and lately you had hoped that that could grow into something more.

But Miss Perfect, with her hourglass figure, shiny hair, and big brown eyes, had swooped in and set her sights on him. She flirted with him with an ease that you could never match. Plus, she was several years your junior. You couldn’t compete with that. He certainly didn’t seem like he minded the attention. Who were you to get in the way of a budding romance?

You wiped your hands roughly on a dishtowel, shaking your head. “Hell no. He’s free to do whatever, and whomever, he wants.”

You could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on your back as you stormed out, but you couldn’t care less.

It was easy enough to navigate Stark Tower without running into either of them. You knew Loki’s schedule like the back of your hand, since you would normally go about your days together. Now that the new girl was trailing after him like a lost puppy, you just switched your routine around a bit. Trained a little later, ate a little earlier, and generally used the buddy system to ensure that he couldn’t catch you off guard.

But after missions, you always found it difficult to sleep. The adrenaline seemed to take ages to fully leave your system, even as lead weighed down your limbs and bruises pockmarked your skin. It wasn’t anything that a bit of a midnight snack couldn’t fix, though. And if it wouldn’t fix it, it wasn’t as if ice cream ever hurt anybody. Except your waistline, but you’d spent all day kicking ass. You’d earned it.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Loki’s low voice coming from the shadows of the living room made you shriek and jump in shock, dropping your spoon. You put a hand on your chest, as if it could calm your suddenly racing heartbeat.

“Fuck! I’m going to put a bell around your neck,” you hissed, dropping your head to your chest as you took in deep breaths.

“That is one of the more interesting Midgardian fashion suggestions you’ve given me.”

You dropped your now-dirty spoon into the sink, grabbing another from the drawer without answering him. All you needed was the ice cream…

Of course Loki had planted himself in front of the refrigerator, arms crossed over his chest and chin raised so he stared down the long slope of his nose at you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You slapped the back of the spoon repeatedly on your palm, letting your head tilt to the side. “Yup,” you replied, popping the last syllable.

“May I ask why?”

You pretended to think about that question for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and chewing on your bottom lip lightly before directing your level gaze back to him. “Um, let’s see… Nope.”

He ripped the spoon from your hand, sending it to the sink with a forceful throw that made it clang a little too loudly for the time of night. “Then I will demand it. Why are you avoiding me?”

He wasn’t going to let it go. That much was obvious. You wished he would, but he was a dog with a bone when he set his mind to something. Your stomach turned with nerves and anxiety, and you felt absolutely foolish facing him in your ratty mismatched pajamas. You backed up and leaned against the kitchen counter, bracing your hands on the smooth granite. Maybe you could play it cool? “I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Do not be childish,” he snapped. “It’s beneath you.”

“Well, that new recruit has been beneath you!”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth you wanted to take them back, grab them from the air and shove them down your throat before your filterless mouth got any more bright ideas. But it happened, so you set your jaw, glaring up at him.

The mixture of emotions warring across his face was difficult to decipher: rage, disbelief, shock, indignation. He closed the distance between you in two long strides, crowding you against the counter. “Is that what your immature behavior has been about? That simpering girl?”

You poked your finger into his chest as hard as you could, secretly pleased when it made him sway back on his heels a bit. “No, not ’that simpering girl’. You, asshole. You preening as she drapes herself over you, basically fucking you with her eyes. It’s disgusting!”

“Is it so damnable or distasteful that I would welcome the attentions of a beautiful woman?” He looked truly hurt at the question, the furrow of his brow contrasting the flare of his nostrils.

“No, but it shouldn’t be her!” you shouted, beyond caring if anyone heard you. You pushed at his chest with all of your strength, sending him back a step so that you could finally breathe. All of the hurt, the pain and anger you’d suppressed recently spilled out of you like a burst dam. “It should be me! You should be looking at me like that. I’m the one who has always been there for you, and she strolled in and just took you away from me before I even had a chance.”

“I am not yours,” he growled, fists flexing at his sides. “Why would you assume that claim over me?”

“Because I love you, you idiot,” you blurted out, much quieter than you had expected, but still loaded with frustration. Your eyes widened at the unplanned admission.

“That is quite foolish of you.”

You couldn’t read the emotion beneath his rich baritone, and he had managed to wipe his face of all expression. A humorless chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, well, I never said I was smart. Brawn over brains, and all that jazz.”

“Jealousy is appealing on you, little one,” he purred in that deep, velvet voice layered with sin that made heat pool between your thighs.

The shift in his tone was so shocking that it took a moment for you to get your bearings. When you’d recovered from the whiplash, you set your lips into a thin frown and huffed, “I’m not jealous.” You sounded like an indignant child again, but you couldn’t help it. He was mocking you.

His hands grasped your biceps, lifting you onto the counter in a smooth, controlled show of strength that made your breath catch in your throat. This new vantage point put your face on an even level with his as he stepped in between your spread knees.

You had never been more frustrated and grateful for ratty pajama bottoms and thin black sweatpants in all your days.

“You are.” He splayed one hand over your hip, pulling your bodies together so that you could feel the hardening length of his arousal pinned between your bodies.

Oh. You hooked your ankles behind his thighs, holding him against you. Your hands spread out over his chest, appreciating the flex of his lean muscles as you dragged them up to wrap around his neck. Might as well run with whatever was going on before he changed his mind. “Give me a reason not to be?”

You barely caught his wicked smile before he crashed his mouth into yours, the kiss rough and sloppy with clashing teeth and tangling tongues and nipped lips. His free hand cupped your breast through your top, tweaking the hardened peak of your nipple to send electric shocks to your throbbing core. You tugged on the ends of his hair to make him groan into your mouth and his hips buck into you, coaxing your excited gasp into his mouth.

In a flurry of grabbing hands and ripped fabric, you were both naked from the waist down. His hands held your thighs open as he slid the full length of his erection into you, stretching you and splitting you in two from the inside out.

“Norns, you’re exquisite,” he sighed reverently, resting his forehead against yours, just holding himself inside of your clenching heat.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, clinging on for dear life as you grew accustomed to him. You flushed with pleasure at his praise, leaning forward to leave a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.

“And you’re not moving,” you answered cheekily, squeezing around him in the same motion as your ankles pressing into his backside.

He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, thrusting into you in a slow and sensual rhythm that allowed you to feel each and every ridge of his cock. His hand on your breast dropped to your lower belly so his thumb could just press into the pulsing pearl at the top of your sex.

You couldn’t remember how to breathe, couldn’t remember anything. He had burrowed inside of you and erased anything that wasn’t him, wasn’t the masculine scent of his cologne or the salt of his skin as you nibbled on his earlobe. You didn’t know any other sound but your name leaving his throat in a stuttered groan as his hips snapped against you at a punishing pace.

And when he finally surrendered to his orgasm with his mouth closed over your hammering pulse point on your neck, you followed immediately after at the insistent rub of the calloused pad of his thumb. You latched onto him like he was the only thing tethering you to this Earth, trusting him to hold you as you rode the waves of electric pleasure that spasmed in your tired muscles and flashed white behind your closed eyelids.

“C’mon guys, we have to eat in here!”

Loki’s arms wrapped around your back, and a blanket - presumably from his pocket dimension - was tucked around your shoulders to preserve your modesty and hide where you were still joined together. You nuzzled into his embrace, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You were still basking in the pleasant afterglow, and you didn’t want to face the world - or Tony - yet.

“Walk away, Stark,” he growled, his dangerous voice vibrating through you where his cheek pressed against yours. “You too.”

At his address to a second person, you lifted your head, unable to stop the smug smile tugging on your bruised lips as you looked over your shoulder. That brazen idiot that had been throwing herself at Loki was staring at you both with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, dumbfounded. You shouldn’t have taken as much pleasure in her shocked expression as you did, but you’d never claimed to be a saint.

“Yes, walk away,” you echoed haughtily. You very visibly drew your hand from around Loki’s back to disappear beneath the blanket, teasing at the cut muscle of his hip, staking your claim on the man still buried within you.

They both stormed off in different directions, allowing you to turn your attention back to Loki.

He beamed with pride down at you. “Minx.”

“But I’m your minx.”

He lifted you off of the counter, holding his hands beneath your backside as he carried you off in the direction of his rooms. “You are, and I must guarantee that the entire tower is made aware of that fact.”

Who were you to tell him otherwise?

***

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[darlinvandijk]

M&G

Concept: request where we’re at a m&g and really nervous and when we finally have our turn he’s sweet and basically the perfect dream boy. Like usual dm and whatnot for a request and I’ll be happy to comply! (Sorry if this is long, I just really liked this idea lmao) Hope you enjoy :)

I rush around my room looking for my shoes, considering I’m already 10 mins late to meeting my friend Andrea at the venue. I finally find them and slip them on before sprinting down the stairs and running out of the house, in hopes that maybe I can rush through traffic a bit.

I get in the car and text my friend to let her know I’m finally taking off, before buckling in and putting on my concert playlist. I sing along and drive through traffic, getting more and more anxious about the fact that I’m meeting Ruel today. Some people might think I’m being dramatic, but honestly can you blame me? How am I supposed to talk to him without being completely awestruck, because boys like him just don’t exist in the real world. It has nothing to do with him being famous, it’s everything about him. He’s gorgeous, sweet, funny, talented, and basically everything a person could wish to be. So yeah I’m going to be intimidated when it comes to talking to someone that I truly admire as a person. Also it doesn’t help that he’s so fucking attractive, I can already tell I’m going to embarrass myself.

I pull up to the venue and park my car, before getting out and looking around for Andrea. I get my phone out to call her and see where she is in line, before I spot her frantically throwing her arms around to gain my attention. I let out a laugh and jog over to where she is, giving her a small hug before looking her over.

“You look so good holy shit” I laugh as I compliment Andrea, watching strike a couple poses to truly show off the outfit.

“Says you, honestly you know that I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, like I’ve told you multiple times that if you ever want to date a girl I’m open to it” Andrea says with a wink before nudging my arm playfully. I laugh and wink back at her, feeling happy to have such a good friend like her. We’ve been friends since we were kids, truly going through everything together, so we’re way past just being comfortable with each other, it’s just how our friendship works.

“I’m so nervous Andy, like what if I pass out or like what if I smell bad when I hug him.. oh god what if he just decides he hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me” I mumble anxiously as we start to head into the venue, finding our seats. She rolls her eyes before giving me the look that basically says I’m about to get lectured.

“I didn’t stay up watching a countdown to get us these front row seats with the vip m&g all for you to look like you’re about to have a stroke. Suck it up bitch because you smell great and he’s not going to hate you. The only person he hates is the person who stole the acne jumper” she states watching my reaction to see if I’ll take her advice and calm down. I nod my head and slouch against the front of the stage, knowing we still have time until the concert starts.

“Honestly who really knows like maybe he’ll even like you enough to ask for your number” she whispers wiggling her eyebrows, I roll my eyes. I mean the last guy that’s ever going to notice me is Ruel.

“Please Andy, like I doubt Ruel is gonna notice me and actually want anything to do with me. He’s famous and has millions of girls fawning after him, I’m just a fan. He’s gonna see me, give me a hug, talk to me, and then I’ll be thrown to the back of his mind as he meets all his other fans around the world. I’m just a fan.” I mumble with a sad smile, coming to terms with the fact that he meets thousands of fans and will never remember me the way I want him to. Andrea glares at me ands puts her hands on my shoulders and gives me a light shake.

“Girl if you don’t quit with this sad fucking attitude, like don’t make me smack some sense into you. You never know, we just gotta wait and see.” She says with a determined face, causing me to laugh at her stern attitude about this. I nod my head and give her a hug, thankful to have someone like her as my best friend.

A couple minutes later the lights go out, causing us to scream along with everyone else, because it was finally time for the concert. The drums kick in first, before the bass hits causing the ground to shake. I was filled with so much anticipation that I didn’t even notice I was holding my breath. Finally a blue light shines onto the stage as Ruel finally comes out, causing me to freeze in awe. I was staring at the man of my dreams as he runs out on stage and flashes a grin at the crowd. Andy grabs my hand and holds it in a death grip, completely starstruck that we were finally seeing our favorite person in concert. He sings his songs, dancing across all parts of the stage to make sure everyone has a moment during every song where he’s with them.

As the concert goes on, us singing our hearts out to every song, my favorite song finally starts to play. He goes around trying to touch as many of the hands grabbing at him. He slowly moves around the stage as he sings real thing, before finally walking directly in front of us. I stare up at him in complete adoration for the beautiful boy in front of me, who’s completely singing his heart out. Andy reaches her hand out and he gives it a firm squeeze causing her to let out a small sob, overwhelmed with everything going on. She pushes me forward, knowing I’d never throw my hand out to him, to shy to make a move like that.

As I get slightly thrown forward, my hand automatically shooting out for stability, it comes into contact with something. I freeze out of shock as I realize what I was holding onto was Ruels hand. I stare straight into He green eyes as he holds my hand, giving me a small grin as he sings. Fans are screaming around us as they realize he’s not just giving the small squeeze before moving on, since he’s still crouching down with my hand in his.

He belts out my favorite part of the song, towards the end of it where he just sings out in his raspy tone, causing my heart to practically stop. He gives my hand one last squeeze before standing up and slowly letting go, walking backwards slowly with a little smirk on his face, finishing off the song. Andy is literally shaking me and throwing me around, while I stand there in complete shock at what happened. He finishes the concert, continuously making eye contact with me throughout the last few songs, causing me to freeze up every time and send a small smile towards him.

“I love you all, thank you for coming out tonight. I can’t wait to meet some of you after this, hopefully I see all of you at the meet and greet” he says with so much love to the crowd, looking over to where Andy and I stand when he says all, causing me to blush instantly, even though there was no way he was talking about me.

Andy and I make it to the m&g line once we leave the concert hall, shaking with nerves from the surreal experience. We’ve barely even spoken since the concert ended, trying to soak it all in. Finally as we wait at the end of the line, not caring if we were last, she turns to me and grips my hands with pure mischief lighting up her eyes.

“Bitch you guys had a moment. Everyone saw it and he did it on purpose. Our Australian bitch had a connection with you” she all but shrieks into my ear. I roll my eyes and give her a light shove, knowing she was being her typical overdramatic self. We talk about the concert as the line slowly dwindles until it’s our turn. She gives me a slight shove to go in front of her as we make it to where Ruel is sitting on the black sofa, waiting for the last fans to come in, aka Andy and I.

He looks up with a slightly defeated look before a grin slowly appears on his face as he sees us. Andy lets out a cough, causing me to look at her seeing her smirking. I blush at my stupid friend, knowing the mischievous games she’s trying to play. Ruel stands up and gives Andy a nice big hug, before slowly turning to me and holding a hand out so that he could pull me closer from where I was standing at a distance away from them.

I shyly place my hand into his, hearing his chuckle at my obvious nerves for the situation. He pulls me into his arms, tightly wrapping them around my body, swaying us from side to side. Neither of us notice Andy pull out her phone to record the moment. He pulls away and looks down at me, giving me a soft smile as my face heats up, a matching blush on his face. He pulls the both of us to the couch, an arm around the both of us as we smile for pictures. Once we take our pictures he stands up and turns to us with a grin.

“So did you guys enjoy the concert? I was a little nervous about real thing, do you think it went well?” He questions genuinly before slowly giving a boyish smirk as he brings up real thing. I instantly blush knowing he recognized me from the moment we had.

“Fuck yeah, concert was great, and real thing was amazing. Honestly probably the best song you did, right?” She questions giving me a nudge as Ruel lets out a laugh and shakes his head with a smile.

“Yeah it was really good, you’re honestly so talented” I mumble out looking down, trying really hard to calm my nerves and shaking hands. Ruel bends down in front of us, reaching out and taking my hands into his.

“Hey don’t be getting all shy on me, I wanna see that pretty smile of yours” He says softly, as I look up to make eye contact, watching him look me over with a look I can’t figure out in his eyes. Andy lets out a light cough, watching us with a grin on her face, causing Ruel to let go of my hands and stand up.

We talk with him for another ten minutes, mainly Andy carrying the conversation with him, since I’m too shy

“Would you guys like to hangout on the bus? There’s no other fans left and I’d like to get to know you both” he asks with a cute smile, causing my heart to speed up. Before I can even reply Andy already starts walking forward towards the back exits, yelling about how she wants to play fifa. I let out a laugh following behind her with Ruel next to me, both of us walking at a leisurely pace.

“I uhm want to know if I can have your number? You’re really pretty and I just have a good feeling about you. It’d be a shame if I didn’t shoot my shot at least, yeah?” He asks giving me a little wink, causing me to ease up around him and nod my head.

“I always knew we were meant to be friends, thank god you have a thing for my best friend, now you can’t get rid of me either bitch” Andy all but cackles out, causing Ruel to laugh and roll his eyes knowing she’s definitely a wild friend.

We make it onto the bus and sit around with one of his friends and Coco, all getting to know each other and just really having a good time. As we talk I notice something touch my hand, I glance down in time to see him intertwine our fingers, giving my hand a soft squeeze. I look up and send him a smile, knowing my face was turning pink the more he looked at me.

“You’re honeslty so breathtaking” Ruel leaned over and whispered into my ear, instantly causing me to blush and freeze up, not expecting such a bold compliment. He notices my posture and lets out a quiet laugh, giving my hand a small squeeze as his thumb rubs the back of it.

“You’re quite bold now aren’t you” I whisper back, with a teasing grin on my face. Watching the smile that lights up his face, happy that I’m becoming more comfortable and less shy. He lets out a laugh and wraps his arm around my shoulder, our interlocked hands hanging and still entwined.

That’s how the rest of the night went, not so secretive hand holding, soft glances, whispered compliments, and the night sealed with a hug and new contacts on our phones, with the promise to see each other the next day. Who would have thought, besides Andy of course, that a m&g would change my life for the better like this.

Who would have thought that a few months later, the boy of my dreams would become my boyfriend, and love of my life.

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The Boys With a Medic S/O

Does anyone know why I say “ish” or is it just something I started throwing in and have never explained so people are confused?

This one got a little long with all the characters, so everyone else is under the cut!

Also, so sorry if the quality of the piece gets worse as it goes on, I’m writing the second half of this at two am. <’D

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Akande

Whether or not you’re a medic doesn’t really change your relationship at all

The same soft, casual, romantic ish regardless

Though, being a medic, you’re probably an early riser to get to work

Akande, who’s always an early riser, spends the morning with you eating, getting ready and all that, then walks you to the med bay if he doesn’t have his own business to attend to at the time

Always pops in the med bay to chat for a bit if neither of you are busy

Escorts you to the cafeteria or takes you out to lunch since the two of you have the same break

Packs your lunch on the occasion of you being super busy to make sure you still actually have food and don’t just work through the lunch hour

Makes sure you don’t overwork yourself or get yourself stressed out; being a medic can’t be an easy job

You’re his go-to medic

Baptiste

Working together!!

That type of couple that works together like a well-oiled machine

Either of you need an item? The other’s already handing it to you

You have a question? You don’t even need to finish the phrase before you have your answer

Need someone to help you with something? Jean’s already being called for you

Working in the same space? You work and move together like, well, a well-oiled machine

Ultimate medic power couple

Teasing and chatting and smooching when things aren’t busy

One of you always has a lunch packed for the both of you

Taking care of each other to make sure neither of you gets overworked

Jean jokes and teases a lot about needing a doctor

A love doctor

Jean, stop, you nerd

Genji Shimada

Just because he’s a cyborg doesn’t mean he’s not going to pretend he has injuries just to come see you

“Genji, I’m not even that type of medic; I literally couldn’t help you even if you were injured.”

“... But you can kiss my scraped elbow better.”

“Your elbow is metal; a scrape would not hurt you.”

You say as you grab his arm to kiss his elbow anyway

Unfortunately, with his traveling and your line of work, you don’t get to see other very often

However, you still keep contact with heartwarming letters and the occasional pressed flower

Genji often sends you little knickknacks and other items that he thinks you’d like during his travels

They often hint to where he’s at, as kind of a game between the two of you

More than once, he’s brought a broken soul to you for help and a bit of fixing up

A kind, strong-willed soul yourself, you take these challenges in stride

When he gets home from traveling and you’re still at work, he’ll meet you outside the compound to reunite and perhaps to go on a date before heading home

Not being together as often makes the reuniting and the time you do spend together that much sweeter

Hanzo Shimada

Whether or not you’re a medic means very little in the relationship

The biggest thing is that he’s hella respectful of your workplace

To the point where, if you wanted a kiss, you’d probably have to convince him that “Hanzo, it’s fine, I’m on break, no one c a r e s”

“Hanzo, you are allowed to come into the med bay, it’s a public area”

“Hanzo, you literally came to pick me after work. There’s no one here, you’re allowed to hold my hand.”

At least he’s respectful, though

Trusts you over other medics and straight up requests you

He could be bleeding out and be like you guys can take care of me for now but as soon as they’re available I want my s/o

He’s That Bitch

Once he got injured pretty badly on the field and while he was high on pain meds dude was the most affectionate and touchiest he’s ever been in his lifetime

Despite the situation that got him there, it was the best and funniest event to happen in your workplace and you never let him forget it

Junkrat

Poor you

But also great for him

You get visits or calls from him several times a day

Dude gets into trouble constantly and you bet your ass he tries to take advantage of this and you being a medic to get your attention

Even for the littlest things

“Jamie, that’s a paper cut. You do not need full medical attention.”

Even for things that are not in your profession

“Jamie, I can’t make you a leg; that’s not my profession.“

Of course, if you’re having a rough day or show your irritation towards his antics ever, he apologizes and tones it down

Tells you that he just wants to spend time with you as much as possible

Tries to cheer you up whenever you get overwhelmed or stressed from a busy day

You always take care of each other

He protects you and tries to make your days more lighthearted

You make sure he takes care of himself as much as the trashman is willing to, and bandage and smooch the smallest of scratches

Especially at home; it’s a whole fluffy, mushy thing

Roadie hates it when he’s around

Lucio

Thinks you being a medic is hella cool and respectable

At one point has probably had you show him some of the basics so he has that information in case something happens and you’re not around to help

Always tries to make the home space cozy and pleasant when you get home because he knows working in a med bay, with injured and sick people a lot of the time, can be taxing

The softest and sweetest of boys

But when is he not

When he has to leave for shows or tours, he always tidies up the house and stocks the fridge and whatnot so you don’t have to worry about that stuff while he’s gone, at least for a while

While on the road he always sends you clips from shows and videos of him singing to you, and sometimes just “miss you!” selfies

Speaking of that, he almost always pulls you into dancing around the house when you get home from work

Sings to you a lot too

McCree

Thinks being a medic is a great and hella respective profession

But will also totally take advantage of it to spend time with you

Usually, he doesn’t like to go to the med bay unless he absolutely has to

However, now

Comes in even with minor injuries

Frequent overall health checkups

Calls you or shows up when he’s been drinking a little to much or got into a scuffle with some douche

You can’t exactly complain; he’s taking better care of himself than he ever has in the past

All under the idea of just doing it to see you

Not to mention, being in a small, enclosed area with a pretty shirtless cowman who continuously compliments and flirts with you isn’t often an unwanted event

However, if you’re busy during his drop-by, he often tries to put the facade back up and leave again

The other medics have learned to hold him hostage until you’re free again, unless it’s something serious

Does his best to make sure life outside of work is lighthearted and comfortable as he can, though there’s still the occasional scuff

Tries to keep in tune with your emotions during and after work so he doesn’t overstep and make life worse for you

Reaper

Get that bread

Highly respects your profession

Never bothers you at work, which is probably a little disappointing on occasion during times where you’re free for lunch and your breaks line up

However, you can’t really be mad

You’re often the one going and checking up on him when you have free time

The man does a terrible job of taking care of himself, being self-loathing and also throwing himself into his criminal work almost 24/7

You bring him snacks and water and the like on breaks if you can track him down

Often goes to pick up dinner after work and then comes back to hang out and eat with him at the office while he works late

Rubbing his stiff shoulders and back and arms while he’s hunched over his desk doing paperwork

Or rubbing the pieces that haven’t smoked off his body, that is

He loves and appreciates you so hard, but lowkey feels bad that you feel like you have to take care of him alongside your other business

It takes some convincing, assurance, and maybe even a little scolding to get his brain off such thoughts

Giving him smooches and making sure he takes breaks

You’ve fallen asleep in his office only to wake up in your comfy bed at home more than once

Reinhardt

The perfect balance of respecting work boundaries and being a sweet, sappy man

The two of you share breakfast together before work, if you both have the time

Picks you up for lunch almost every day, and visits you when he’s not busy with his own business

If you’re busy, depending on the task you’re dealing with, he’ll either wait for you to be free or leave a message with another medic and drop by later

Always picks you up after work

If he’s gone on a trip for work, he leaves messages for you to read on your breaks and calls or video chats you during lunch

Always asks about your day and makes sure you’re doing well and taking care of yourself

Roadhog

Is overall indifferent to the situation

He finds it mildly pleasant that, should anything direly serious happen (as rare of an occurrence as that may be), he has someone trusted in the medical field he can do

Worries on occasion when you come home from a particularly taxing and/or gruesome day that looking like a tired wreck

Does his best to comfort and soothe you in his own quiet way

This mainly involves cuddling and massages and ordering good food

Then there’s the days you come home with fire in your eyes, overflowing with pride as you talk about your work

He knows he doesn’t have to be too worried when he sees you like that

Soldier 76

Finds your work very honorable and respects it a lot

Probably told you this when the two of you first met and that’s what caught your attention

Thinks much more highly of you than himself

He probably catches you in the hall during work or pops in when he sees you free through the med bay window, but otherwise doesn’t often bother you during work

Occasionally takes you to lunch or walks with you to the cafeteria if he’s too busy to eat lunch that day

The two of you kind of take turns taking care of each other

Helping each other through everyday stresses and making sure you’re both treating yourselves healthily

He makes sure you’re eating and staying hydrated and you make sure he actually goes home instead of working through the entire night

The occasional smooch or handhold

Zenyatta

Similar with Genji, Zenyatta’s travels and your busy schedule make spending time together difficult on occasion

His permanent home is a sanctuary, so you’re often not alone with him either way

Not that you mind; you love to help take care of people there

Plus there’s various pleasant, relaxing things to do there, such as meditate or tending to the gardens or simply chatting with the visiting people and sharing a bite

Regardless of how frequently the two of you are physically together, you keep in touch

A constant stream of letters and when he has the time and service, Zenyatta often calls to check up on you

Tries to always call in the morning, on your lunch, and at night but different time zones and both of your works being pretty fluid, that’s not always possible

If you want some time truly alone together, your place is the spot to go

Lots of cuddling, smooching, and catching up

He always brings one or two small gifts for you when he gets home from a trip

If he gets home during the day, he’ll either catch you during your lunch or go to your home and tidy up while your away, then surprise you by waiting on your doorstep when you get there at night

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Sol Lucet Omnibus

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Loki x Male!Reader Summary: The sun shines on all things Word Count: 1,410 Request: “yo do you maybe do Loki? Loki x male reader? :) anything Loki would really cheer up my day any day. thank you, even if you don't do it. (also you're the reason I'm gonna watch Gotham haha thanks xx)” Warning: Homophobia, Heavily implied abuse A/n: YES share my love for Gotham and my bbys! um, i feel a little embarrassed because i’m not sure if i correctly portrayed an abuse victim correctly - any tips and pointers would be helpful if I didn’t.

“This has got to be the stupidest fucking idea any of you assholes has come up with.”

You stood in the middle of the living room of the Avengers base compound as Sam and Bucky were grinning at you whilst Tony held up his thumbs up for you. Natasha shrugs her shoulders as Steve looked stressed to the max, whereas Thor was enjoying the situation whilst Loki looked very flustered.

“I don’t know about you, (Y/n),” there was a singsong tone to Clint's voice, “I say it’s a ten out of ten solid plan.”

“You want Loki to be my fake boyfriend to get rid of my homophobic parents?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest, “My parents would be better of seeing me dead than with another man.”

“Which is why you live with us and you’re protected by us,” Steve stressed out, running his hand through his hair.

After your team had found out about your parents, everyone had activated their protective mode. Discreetly moving you out of your family home, which instead of your family kicking you out had isolated you in your room where you only left if you were running errands for them and they will always be tracking your location which is why being a superhero was ten times harder when your parents were constantly making sure you haven’t run from your abusive home.

Since then, Tony had replaced your phone. Clint, Natasha and Wanda had taken you out for a shopping trip whilst Sam, Bucky and Steve burnt your old clothes - hoping that burning anything associated with your home was gone, nothing could touch you now. Anything else that could have harmed you in any form, mentally, physically or emotionally Thor and Loki took care of that. 

Your team had tried not to show that they were tiptoeing around the subject before the atmosphere was normal again. But, there were still moments when someone had said something out of line and caused you to be upset, which they tried to correct themselves as quickly as they could.

They hated the way you would stay quiet when they argued, Steve and Tony had to learn to discuss mattered rather shout it at each other. The team had to slowly build your trust, so that meant to playful fake punches towards you because it broke their heart when you flinched.

They were understanding.

Some more than others.

But, the team took it day by day. Soon enough, you were back to your playful little self that the team had met the first time, cracking jokes and whatnot. Of course, you weren’t ever going to ‘get over’ it over the night.

You had to darken days, some greyer than most, but the understood. They never pushed you out, always making sure you were at least keeping up with your meals and encouraging you to take a shower or change environment when the bad days stretched out to days to weeks.

Your team became your family, Bruce and Tony upgrading the security every other month. Within the first month of being free of your family’s hatred towards you, you had asked at least one member of the team to accompany you when you go out. At first, it was Rhodey, he was gentle and understanding, but he was a military man who wasn’t afraid to sucker punch a man in the jaw.

You soon asked Bucky if you wanted to go out the base and into New York, you two dorks would enjoy your time and not many approaches you or Bucky. Plus, the man can put an angry act if he wants to.

But, your favourite person you loved to ask out to New York city was Loki. You and he had the same feeling of being ridiculed, being pushed to the side. But, his heart will always be heavy for you because you don’t deserve hatred in your way, you don’t deserve the things you’ve been through. You deserve bunches of flowers, painted skies and a whole realm if he could give it to you.

You found comfort in his presence and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to defend you. 

Which is why the team thought it was perfect to make Loki your fake boyfriend.

Other than the way you two had slowly grown fondness towards each other and that most people knows not to mess with the God of Mischief, but your past has caught up with you. After months of going into New York by yourself, you had run into your family. You came back home all quiet and refused to have your dinner.

Your family wanted you back, but you refused. When you had told the team, FRIDAY had scanned you down and found that they had tagged you in your whereabouts. Leading you and the team to believe that they were on their way to “collect” you.

“I’d say we just block the doorway,” Loki suggested, noticing how you shifted your uncomfortableness between your feet, “We are the Avengers after all.”

“Fine, but fake boyfriend is plan B.”

You looked at Loki and send him a thankful smile, you would rather coop yourself in your room than face a dinner with your team and your family. It also saves Loki from embarrassment in pretending to be your boyfriend.

You were sure you don’t deserve the love or affection people crave.

Loki was sure to change that thought about you because all he wants to do it treasure you, to worship you.

“Knock knock,” Loki drawls out as you look up from your reading in your room, you watched how Loki round up to your doorway.

He has a soft small smile on his precious face, his arms full of books as he comes invading your room - only after you had shown him enough comfort to allow him in your room. Sometimes, even though you trusted the Avengers you rather not have your personal bubble invaded.

He perches on your bed as you move so he could spill all the books onto your bed, you gave him a questioning look.

“The team has assigned me to stay with you until future notice.”

You frowned, “You know you can say my parents.”

“Cannot hurt to be careful.”

You sigh woefully, “I don’t like the pity.”

Loki looks at you, his knitted eyebrows coming undone, “I may be the least qualified person to offer any advice or solace but asking for help doesn’t make you weak. It takes a certain kind of strength to accept your shortcomings.”

You scoffed, as Loki pursed his lips and thought about his words.

“Perhaps that came off wrong-”

“No, you’re right, Loki, my weakness will always be part of me, it’s who I am.”

“(Y/n),” There was a sharp tone to his voice but there was a soft gaze when you looked at him, he shows no harm. You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head and heaving out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry for being such a burden. Just forget what I said. I’m fine, I swear, I’m just overreacting. I’ll get past it.”

”Stop that. You have every right to be upset, alright? Stop apologizing for having feelings. I’m here for you.” Loki moves his hand to hold your hand before stopping, waiting for you to make the move - afraid he would push boundaries, “May I try again?

Your shoulders relax as you slowly nod, there was silence between you two as Loki thought carefully of his words. You wanted to smile at how thoughtful this God could be despite his wrongdoings, slowly you reached over and held the outstretched hand.

“You’re possibly the strongest, bravest man I have witnessed, and to bear such strength of a God truly blows me away,” Loki spoke as if he was wary of what he was stating, “You’ll be the bigger man because if you were born with the weakness to fall, then you were born with the strength to rise.”

“You think that?”

“I know that,” Loki hums, rubbing his thumb over your hand, “You’re home, (Y/n), you’re safe and I’ll be positive to make sure nothing will harm you again.”

“Promise?”

There was a sparkle in your eyes, Loki had ignited that spark of hope within you again. He offers you a reassuring smile and squeezing your hand as you pull through a smile in return.

“You have my word, (Y/N).”

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Agent of Hope - 20

Your world falls into ruin together with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcements Logistics Division when you find out that your boyfriend isn’t one of the good guys. Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents: Bureaucracy and bending thereof, dealing with trauma, feels, balancing trust, loads more. A/N: Thanks to all of you who like and especially reblog <3 The house-situation is taking a looooot of energy, especially when combined with my tendency to overthink the wrong things, but hey: Ontkruid vergaat niet. THE GIF IS TOTALLY UNRELATED BUT I LOVE IT!

20 - Not so Black ‘n White

The inlaid granite had felt hard under against the soles of your shoes, cold and grey and absolutely not helping with your nerves. When the stone had given way for carpet, that too had been dark in contrast to the naked walls coloured with some indeterminable off-white shade…at least there was a single palm tree in a much too small pot in the room you’d been led to, otherwise Natasha’s hair would have been the only bright colour in the room.

Your throat is dry, but you’re determined not to stop – if you do then you’ll never be able to start again. “It felt like-like an eternity even b’fore the threats and b-beatings and-d-and I messed up.” Tasha’s hand twitches. Want to hold my hand or kill Brock? “I tried to win time…peace…anything, by making up a story ‘cept i- he…” Your hand shakes so hard you spill some of the water from the crickly plastic cup which is empty before the dry knot in your throat has been washed away. “The point is…I can ermm identify and y’know…tes-…-tify…?”

The eyes boring into you are impossible to categorize in terms of colour, but you recognize the glimmer of pity before you have to look away. There’s been no show of emotions while you told of the life you and Brock had shared before things were brought out in the open, barely any frown as you explained how Hydra came and took you, but now…just a broken sentence hinting at your living nightmare.

I don’t want the pity. Everyone at the Compound walk as on eggshells around you, avoiding certain subjects as the let you decide the pace but there’s no pity just room to heal and grow stronger…what agent Ross radiates make you feel ruined all over again. No, worse than that. Guilt surges in the pit of your belly, pushing the shoulders up to your ears as if that could shield you from anything, when in reality nothing of what happened is your fault but the choice of a deranged man working on behalf of a genocidal organisation. Both of whom knows how to get where they want.

“Can I trust you, agent Ross?”

The simple question startles both him and Natasha, the latter sending you a warning look.

“I like to think that you can, yeah.” There’s a simple sort of honesty in his voice, matching the down-to-earth vibe you’ve been getting from him and which you know is one of the reasons your hero has agreed to co-operate to begin with. “We can do this off the books if you want?”

At least Tasha relaxes a little bit when you nod.

…

Whether or not she’s being protective or supportive, Natasha has moved closer to you. It doesn’t prevent Ross from leaning as far across the table as he can without getting his ass out the chair, and you’re secretly thankful for his short stature.

“That’s…either insane or improbable,” he breathes, fingers carting through the now messy hair, “but with all the shit happening the last years…oh fuck me!”

The exclamation isn’t a request or order but still makes you cringe inwardly. It’s Nat’s hands being squeezed so hard the blood flow is hampered and you’re grateful she’s here even if the assassin side of her is plotting ways to teach Ross to back down.

“Let me make this very, very clear,” she states subtly, “if any of this leaves the room without [Y/N]’s consent…”

A smirk dances at the corner of her lips only for you to see when the poor man blanches, his head probably full of all sorts of horrible options for his untimely demise.

“Understood!” A finger slips inside the tie in a futile attempt at loosening it slightly. “Hrm…perhaps we should continue this at another time?”

…   Romanoff   …

Not many people manage to surprise the former spy/assassin the way [Y/N] has today and she almost feels prouder than worried even now as she guides the car through the traffic. Next to her, the astounding woman is sitting with a foot on the seat, an elbow resting on the knee to further support her head. By now there must be dents under the chin from the knuckles because [Y/N] hasn’t moved since they got off the highway but merely been staring out the side window. Squinting at the faint reflection, Natasha can’t see the frown usually visible in times of serious pondering. What’s going on, babe? Talk to me. She’s about to ask for just that when [Y/N] breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry I told him what I can do anyways…” A few dust motes hover in the temporary silence. “Thing is that…that he does the same as you and the others? Which means that he doesn’t…he doesn’t…ask…” Breathing shakily, the girl looks back out the window. “None of you have been forcing me to tell anything. Not about what happened. Not about what I…see.”

Oh. “Ross didn’t either.”

“Nuh-uh.” There’s a small smile obscured by the shaking head. “Bro-Rumlow and…those…they kept pushing, forcing me to tell and it was never enough!”

Natasha knows the reason behind it. Hydra doesn’t have room for values such as personal freedom, individualism, moral, anything else but furthering their cause.

With someone that could potentially tell the future in their hands, they’d been sitting on a golden mine and of course they’d had to dig quick and deep to get as much of the valuables as possible before the treasure trove was whisked away. It didn’t matter to them that said treasure was a person and the mine was her mind.

Сукин сын! Through the sleepless nights and the countless days spent comforting the survivor, even nursing her back to a semblance of thriving, most of the horrors have been revealed although never in too great detail. What has never been said, Natasha has been able to fill in the blanks from simply because she’s seen that kind of world and she knows the messed up rules Hydra plays by. The only comfort in this mess is that Rumlow had never shared the spoils with anyone.

“Sweetheart, it’s your life and I don’t have the right to make the decisions for you,” Nat explains softly, “I promised I’d be by your side and that stands whether or not you want to share your intel with me…us…or not.”

A warm hand slips over on the Avenger’s thigh to give a little squeeze. “I know.” There’s that smile again. “And I appreciate all the room and trust you and the others show me…I really do.” The hands stays, thumb tracing light circles on the denim. “Besides…you’ll come to respect agent Ross in Berlin.”

Huh? No explanation follows, though, and Natasha decides to let the spy in her go unsatisfied and instead hope that [Y/N] will tell more in due time.

The rest of the way to the Tower, where Happy, Stark, and Pepper are waiting, the women chat about the hunt on the remaining Hydra cells.

…   Reader   …

Ever since getting to the safety of Stark and the Avengers the very first time, you’ve been keeping notes about the vision. At first it was short key words on your phone, but the last week it’s been full on recounts in a notebook covered with flappable sequins (navy blue one way and a sparkly rainbow-coloured mix the other), most of the contents naturally being older visions that you try to recall.

Rubbing your left temple in small circles the fingers on the other hand mindlessly trace patterns to break the monochrome surface. Nothing makes sense. You almost whish you were back to the old days where the pain-inducing dreams seemed like nothing more than just freak coincidences and a lively imagination…but then you’d still be with Brock and that’s one nightmare you’d give anything to be without. I thought I loved him…a sour taste echoes in the back of your mouth, the barely visible scars itch. He thinks he still does.

The disconcerting thoughts are broken by the sound of approaching footsteps which can only belong to Happy. He rarely makes it up to the domestic floors of the Tower so when he does, he makes sure to pop by wherever you’re hanging out, brightening your day with one of his full-face smiles.

“Heya!” He allows a box to drop onto the couch so he can stretch a bit. “How’s it going, tiger?”

Meh. “Okay…trying to make sense of my life and shit, y’know?” It’s nice not to have to explain for Happy to get it. The man is empathy incarnate and the nod encompasses that. “Watcha got there?”

As if partially surprised at the box still resting  on the soft seat and somewhat chuffed that he knows something you don’t, Happy pats the cardboard lovingly. “Oh…just a little somethin’ somethin’ mister Stark has asked me t’get him…” Shifty eyes, then he leans closer to whisper: “You’ll see eventually.”

“So secretive, my dear sir!”

“Ay, never betray the trust o’ som’one ye care ‘bout, little girl,” he hums in a horrible pirate voice, “’specially not if they’re a super’ero or assassin or whatnot, if ye get mah drift.”

A slight cough behind Happy makes the poor man blanche. “Wise words coming from a man who’s decided not to go straight to their boss who just happens to be such a hero.”

Even with a sickly green smoothie in hand and an old band t-shirt, Tony Stark’s presence takes over the room. Not in an uncomfortable way, there’s just no denying the imposing alpha-male-thing he’s got going. It makes your toes curl and thighs itch with the need to get away and find Natasha.

[wetookanoath]

personal struggles, the fate of this and other blogs and apologies.

This year so far has been strange and not good for me and this blog. Some of you know my long history with hate in this fandom and while it’s always nice to hear your kind words, the hate I get is every day worse to the point I had to take off the anonymous option on this blog, my personal, the Library, the writing events and even the damn porn blog.

A few months ago I said I was gonna delete all blogs, and as promised I also deleted my twitter account, passed the instagram account to someone else (who hasn’t done anything with it yet), deleted other b*zzf*ed related blogs I ran, and left others I helped in.

I answered to every and all asks on this blog and the porn blog (most asks now on queue or drafts, waiting to be posted slowly to not spam), finished the event that didn’t went as good as it seemed and passed the administration of the Library to my personal account to never left it die down.

During this time, something happened in my personal life and I found myself in a very dark place I never thought I would go back to after it happened to me many years ago. But it did, and I had to dealt with it all over again, but this time there was a difference, this time I knew were to start and it helped me because I was able to ask for what I needed and get help.

I’m on meds again. I’m not proud of it and it... makes me angry that I’m ashamed to admit it. I’m making less money, lost a person, stopped writing, entered a rehab therapy for two weeks for depression (I didn’t tell anyone but my family, which won me a very long fight with my best friend and two of my best friends online), ended in the hospital last month. 

That long period I spent away from this blog, forgetting to answer replies I got e-mails for and the days of check-in and whatnot for the Exchange, god they were so good even with all that mess going on. I watched and read so many things, even if suffered not writing and other physical things. But I felt good, I really did. Which I think it’s why I was happy to get back here, just to find hate on my inbox yet again (from the same person as always, by the way. This woman really is the saddest person on the planet. Yes, it’s about you. I know you are reading this), and I really thought “why do I keep doing this to myself?”

And then weeks ago I finally realized why. And it’s because I like this show so much. I like the pictures and the stories, the chat group I’m in even if sometimes I feel like they don’t like me, and most important, in spite of all the hate we get here, I love the stories I write for this fandom, and my ship. I’ve never wrote this good, gotten the chance to improve and learn better english too.

I love the writer I am in this fandom and I have wrote so much these past few weeks, and all because I started to write shy*n again. 

So what do I do?

There are days when I forget this blog exists. It’s been so boring, this hiatus and how things have changed, the lack of content makes things dry and easier to forget. I just forget it exists, but then when I get in, it’s fun when there’s no hate. I find it entertaining to go into my blogs and tag everything properly, organize tag pages and make lists of films based on things, make edits, answer old asks I didn’t have time for before.

Since now that anonymous is off I don’t get any asks, I had have the chance to answer in depth so many things I had left behind before, it’s been fun. Like it used to be, January-July of 2018 came again to remind me of how things were before The Change. I enjoyed preparing this blog for my deperture, and I found myself not wanting to go.

My first thought after that revelation? “People is going to hate on me on anonymous for changing my mind”. Isn’t that fucking sad? That I have to condition everything I do so people won’t hate me on anonymous and say horrible things just because I complain bout things, then calm down and change my mind like any other normal person does on a daily basic... on my own, personal blog? 

So, so far, this is what will happen:

The blog reminds, since it’s also kind of an archive for this fandom with how much has been posted that I know it’s resourceful to people for all kinds of things.

Anonymous will perpeturally be off in all my blogs. The Library’s inbox will remain closed.

I’m still going to take my long periods of ignoring this blog, so I’m sorry if you sent me any qs and I don’t answer right away.

It will be on perpetual semi-hiatus, since I will come back once a week to answer things, tag stuff, stock the Library’s queue and the one on this blog.

About the updates, I’m just going to post things I would like to archive myself.

New fanfics/chapters of fics coming every Saturday until I’m done posting everything I wrote these weeks. I’m still writing, so I guess my day of the week to check replies, messages and asks will be on Saturday.

I don’t think I will be around for the new season, not the way I used to. I’m so gonna watch it, but no posts from me anymore. This is a big maybe, since I’m not sure of many things right now, especially with my health as fragile as it is right at the moment.

There’s, so far, 131 original posts on queue. These are: lists that were requested on this blog on such things like all episode Shane called Ryan ‘baby’, personal favorite shyan moments with links (I worked so much in this one, I ended up hating it), etc., edits from many things, included shoots found in old articles and so on, the ongoing ‘fave insta pics’ series of Ryan, Shane, TJ, Sara, Kelsey and the boys in other people’s instagrams, more favorite fanfic edits, and more buzzships edits. Also, a few headcanons, rec lists and solo recs.

Queue will post three posts a day, one original text, one reblog, one original edit. Texts are less than the edits, so when they are over, it will be two edits and one reblog. I will be stocking the queue during my weekly visit, so I don’t know if it will eventually run off original posts or not. 

Library reminds what it is, inbox closed until further notice.

Writing Events is over, though. I’m too tired for that. At least for a long break.

This really all depends on my health and how things are once the show is back. I miss the interaction a lot, so having lost the anonymous option it’s really a big bummer for me, and maybe to the people who did like to interact with me and the blog’s content in a positive way via this option. We’ll see.

And finally, I want to apologize not only for the long of this but for my negative reactions months ago. It was wrong, childish at times and out of character. I didn’t realize I was getting bad, and when I did it had already gotten worse. I can now look at all those desperate posts and see how bad I really was at keeping it together and how desperate I was to be okay. 

While I still believe I didn’t deserve the harassment I was getting, I should had never given onto it and answer back. I shouldn’t. It was not only bad for me, but to the people who followed/follows this blog and engaged into the negativity too. 

I caused that by acting exactly how the hateful people wanted me to, and instead of showing myself as the imperfect human being I am, all people saw was a crying girl asking to be appreciated and loved back. And the reality is that forcing those things to happen won’t make it any better, on the contrary, it makes it worse.

All those times I said, “why does people have to insult me for you to care about me?”, it was because I made it happen. I decided to posts those answers and reply to the hate, and it made people, worried by my answers and the tone of them (yeah, I was pretty suicidal and paranoid, I didn’t realize until recently), send their support. It made it look like that was the case, that I needed to be hurt for people to appreciate me.

But now, I don’t post those things. Had to shut down anonymous asks. And last week I got one ask, just one, of someone saying they love this blog. There was no reason for it, just someone who saw me online and send in their positivity. And it was the best thing in the world, those short words, the best ones.

So yes. My sincere and deepest apologies to everyone, involved or not, for having acted, well, toxic in the past months. Hopefully, it won’t happen again. Meds, no anon and semi-hiatus will make a difference, I hope. And things will be fine.

Thanks for the support, the kindness and the love. And thanks for reading this bible.

Love you,

Nina.

[niel-trbl]

I Loved You

Old Crush!Bang Chan

Note: happy valentines day to everybody! hope you spend it well with your loved ones (unlike me, i spent it writing this but nonetheless, it was fun!) hope you guys enjoy reading this one and as always, if you have any requests or feedback, let me know in my ask!

Song Inspiration: I Loved You // Day6

It was a pretty long day - you were out showing your friend from overseas around the city. As you were walking around, you bumped into an old classmate of yours from high school, Woojin.

“You’re dating someone new i see,” Woojin looked over at your friend.

“Someone new? I’ve never dated anyone though,” you got all confused.

“I thought you and Chan... He said, everyone thought... you guys were a thing,”

“We were what?”

To give some context - Chan was one of your closest friends in high school. He also happened to be the person you liked back then. But after the whole confession thing that happened after graduation, you naturally stopped talking to one another. You needed that anyway, so that you can get over him as fast as possible.

But here you are, hearing this nonsensical thing about the both of you after so long. Weirdly enough, you suddenly felt a wave of your old feelings flooding back. You thought you were over him. You thought you completely forgot him. But of course, you thought wrong.

After that day, you decided to drop Chan a text which you totally didn’t keep on deleting and rewriting it asking how is he, just to take it slow and easy. It has been years since you last talked so you didn’t know how he’s been or what is he up to. Does he still take super long to reply to texts? Does he still use those stupid emojis? Does he still send replies with multiple typos? You decided to busy yourself instead of waiting for the reply, just so that it can keep your mind off things. In that very moment, you got a reply from him, almost immediately after you sent your text.

You: Hey Chan! Not sure if this is still your number but, how have you been?

Chan: Yep, you got the right guy! I’m doing pretty okay. What about you?

One thing you learnt about Chan is that he always sent you late replies, as compared to everyone else. You weren’t sure why but never bothered much about it. However, this sudden change sure got you surprised but you just went with it. Maybe he finally learnt how to reply faster.

So you spent a lot of the day talking to Chan - mostly just catching up and whatnot. It felt nice to able to talk to him again after so long. He used to be someone whom you confide in a lot back in school. So when you stopped talking to him, you couldn’t really confide in anybody about your thoughts and feelings.

Then came the question - can we meet up? Which you agreed quickly. You thought maybe it would be better to talk about the main thing face to face. Just so that you can get a proper reply from him, rather than waiting for a text that might never come.

Fast forward to a few days later, you are finally meeting up with Chan. You wondered how he looks after all those years. Did he still keep that curly hair? He always mentioned he wanted to keep his hair straight. Sure it’s his choice but you always wished he kept his curls. It was one of your favourite features of Chan. He used to always ask you to run your fingers through his hair. You always did it out of ‘force’ but deep down, you loved doing it.

So you were waiting at a cafe around town. It used to be one of the places both of you frequent back in school. It was also the same place you confessed to Chan. Coincidentally, you were sitting at the exact same table when you did that. The sudden memory of that day made your heart ached.

“________?” you looked up and saw the person whom you have been waiting for, Bang Chan himself.

He still looked the same, like how he did back in school, with the exception of some changes - like his now blonde hair. You remembered he briefly mentioned about it once but never thought he would actually do it. His hair still curly like how you remembered it, but in a more styled way. He had grown a lot taller and maybe even hit the gym. Out of all the changes, the one thing that never changed was his toothy grin and eye smile - the one you looked forward to seeing the most.

“It’s so great seeing you after so long! You’re still very small I see,” he teased you as he brought you into his chest for a hug.

“Hey! If anything, I think it’s you - you grew so much. You’re so tall! Oh I got you hot chocolate, that’s okay right?” you playfully punched his arm before taking a seat.

“Wow you remembered?”

“Of course! You’re the only weirdo who orders hot chocolate instead of coffee to stay awake,”

Both of you spent the day, catching up with one another and joking around. It really felt like the good old school days. You really did miss them and Chan especially. He understood you the best and even share the same humour code.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt your date but we’re having a Valentine’s Day cake special. Do you guys want a slice?” the waiter came up to your table.

“We’re not on a date but that cake sounds like a good idea. Do you want some? We can share it if you want,” Chan replied nonchalantly.

People always assumed that both of you were on a date every time you were out. Hearing it again after so long got you feeling some type of way. You then thought this would be a good time to bring up why you wanted to meet him.

“Funny huh, how they thought we were on a date?” you brought up after the waiter left.

“Right! We always get that whenever we go out back then,”

“Yeah... So, funny story - I bumped into Woojin the other day and he told me something really funny,”

“Woojin? Man, I miss him. How is he doing?”

“He’s fine. So-”

“Cake is here!” Chan suddenly exclaimed as the waiter placed the cake on the table then left.

He’s clearly trying to steer away from the main subject. Maybe he knew what you were getting to. The whole time you tried to talk about it, he kept changing the topic or stuffed his mouth with the cake.

“Chan, why did you tell everyone we were dating?” you quickly said before he changed the subject.

“C’mon Chan, don’t lie to me. You know I don’t like it. Why did you tell everyone we were dating when we weren’t?”

The whole atmosphere felt still and quiet. He just stopped eating and avoided your eye contact. After awhile, you got tired of waiting so you grabbed your bag and stood up to leave.

“I didn’t want anyone to ask you out,” he finally spoke up.

“What?”

“I did it because I didn’t want anyone to ask you out. I liked you, a lot,”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard. The reason why he told everyone that you were dating him and why he did so. You were happy to hear that he too liked you but you were also confused and angry at him for it.

“If you liked me, why didn’t you say so when I confessed to you?”

“I was scared! I wanted to confess to you for the longest time but I didn’t want to ruin what we had. What if we dated and broke up? I didn’t want to lose you,”

“You think I wasn’t scared? You think I didn’t thought of those things too? But I just took a chance, because what if I lose out on an opportunity of a lifetime? I was so heartbroken when you said no to me that day. I hated myself for taking that chance,”

“I’m really sorry. This one is really on me. I really didn’t want to make you feel that way. Please forgive me?” he held onto your hand.

“I don’t know Chan. You really messed me up. I don’t know if I am ready to forgive you for that,” you pulled away your hand, even though you missed his touch.

“I understand. But can we still be friends, if that is okay with you? I really enjoyed today and I really miss the old school times and I miss you the most. What do you say? I’ll follow your pace. I won’t push you if you’re not ready or don’t want to,” he suggested.

“I’m sorry but we are closing soon. Are you ready for the bill?” the same waiter came up to your table.

You thought long and hard about it. Were you ready to go through the same things you did before? Or do you want to move on and let it be?

“Yeah. We’re ready,” you smiled to Chan and held onto his hand.

[littleliv1]

I Was Born To Love You- Part five and a half

Hey guys! Sorry for the late post, I’ve been super busy with school and sports! I had to split Part five up so please, enjoy! -Requests are open, send me what you’d like!-

Summary: We see Leah’s, Lucy’s, and Austin’s reaction to her pregnancy. Leah is in denial of Austin’s abuse.

Warnings: Language, angst, drinking, Austin being his usual dickself

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Continued...

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I held my stomach. "I'm-" I started, staring at the tears. "Pregnant," Lucy continued for me. I could have passed out then. "I have to call Austin." I said, dialing my phone. Lucy stood. "I'll give you some privacy, let me know what he says-" I grabbed her hand. I couldn't do this alone. I was terrified. "Please stay." I said. She nodded, sitting down, still holding my hand. I dialed Austin's number.

Voicemail.

I called his work. It was about noon there, so he had to be there. I put it on speaker. "Austin McManns office, this is Shelly." I heard Shelly say. "Hey, Love. It's Leah. I need to talk to Austin." I said sternly but sweetly. Her response was, surprising. "Sorry, he's busy. I can take a message." She said. I huffed. "It's an emergency. I have to talk to him now." I said more stern than nice. She raised her voice a bit at me. "Look, I said he was busy. He's in a meeting with a band who could be big. He doesn't have time right now. What do you want?" She said. "First of all, Bitch," Lucy said getting angry. I calmed her, rolling my eyes at Shelly. "This isn't something I want him hearing from his assistant. I'm his wife. Okay? His wife. Anything I have to say is an emergency. Now get him on the phone before you loose your job." I said. She laughed a bit. I heard her voice getting soft. "Hey, she's on the phone. I don't know, said it was an emergency. That's what I said!" She came back on the phone and forwarded my call. He answered. "Leah, I can't talk right now. What?" He said. "I'm pregnant." I said right away. The phone was silent. Then I heard a click, and my phone went to the home screen. He... hung up? My heart sank to my stomach.

I shook my head. "He's been a real prick lately." I said. Lucy's face was bright red. She was angry. "It's okay, he's... sick." I said. A few minutes of us ranting, we decided to get ready.

It took us about 4 hours. We wanted to shower, shave, all of that. We did each other's hair and make up, zipped each other up as I got a call from Roger. "This is for the press. Once you ladies are done, you'll be escorted to a limo by the boys. We're in the front when you're ready." He said. "We're done, just give us 5 minutes to get our purses and shoes on." I said, hanging up. "Press is here. We have to make a good impression. Ready?" I said, as we both grabbed our small purses. We walked out of the door. I put one of the pregnancy tests in my bag. "I think, if the time and occasion is appropriate, I'll tell everyone. No sense in hiding it." I told her in the elevator. She rubbed my arm.

We got out of the elevator and in the front was a massive amount of people. Brian came up to my arm, taking mine in his. "We had this party planned for months, we just thought it was a good way to get excitement going for the movie." He whispered, smiling for pictures. I nodded, not really smiling but slightly smirking. I've never been a full on smiley person for pictures. After we got in the limo, we drives around for a while. I sat next to Ben and Rami. I was still in shock at the fact that I was having a baby.

After about 45 minutes of laughter and stories of what we did on our day off, we arrived to a secluded building in what I'd describe as the middle of no where. Walking in, it was a cast and crew party where Queen would play some of their biggest hits in honor of Freddie and the movie starting to be filmed. We all took our seats. My seat was reserved next to Gwilym and Lucy. Ben was across from me, Joe was next to Gwil and Rami, who was next to Lucy. We had all gotten dinner here.

They served what is usually my favorite diner, a cheese burger with bacon and fries, but for some reason the smell made me gag, so I only ate the fries. We were drinking glasses of water once the wine was being poured. But, since I'm carrying a baby, I opted out of drinking. Gwilym noticed this, however. While everyone was watching Brian and Roger singing, he turned to me. "What's wrong, love? You haven't eaten your burger or had any wine, are you okay?" He said. I looked at him, my breathing started to pick up. I nodded my head. He raised his eye brow at me. "I swear, I'm alright." I continued.

The band took a break, as Brian nudged his head at me in a 'hello' way. I smiled at him. I had to tell him. He could tell I had something to tell him, otherwise why else would he be walking towards me. He held out his arm to me. "Care to join me for a walk?" He asked. I smiled and nodded, grabbing my purse as we walked. Lucy knew what was about to happen. He walked me out to the back, where there was a beautiful garden, a fountain, and the sunset in the back as marvelous. An absolute gorgeous scene. As we walked, he slowed at the koi pond. "How are things going, love?" He asked. I looked up at the six foot something tall man. "I'm," I started. "Im okay," I said, obviously that's not what I was going to say. He could tell, too, by the way I looked down. "I love you like I'd love my kids, Maleah. I knew from the day we met you, I wanted to be there for you when you need me," he stated, stopping. "And right now, something tells me you need me. So talk to me, dear, what's wrong?" He said. I let my jaw drop, in hopes the words would come out on their own. Instead, I grabbed the test from my bag and showed him. He huffed, he smiled wide. I looked up at him. He could tell how scared I was. He pulled me into a hug. "It'll be okay, my sweet girl. I know our dear Ben has been worrying about you. I think this is news to share with us all, if you're comfortable with it." He said, looking down at me. I needed this, I missed my dad. I nodded. "Only you guys, though. Lucy knows, too. But I don't want everyone in there knowing." I said. He nodded his head. "I can make sure it's just us in there by the end of the night. Just for you, Leah." He said, smiling. "Thank you, for being there for me."

We walked back inside, and enjoyed the party. The last live song of the night was them singing Love Of My Life. Everyone was up slow dancing. But I stayed at the table, looking at my belly. "It may just be you and I, little guy," I whispered quietly to it. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Ben. "What were you saying?" He asked, smiling and taking a seat next to me. I looked at him for a moment. "I was just, singing." I said. Quickest lie I've ever told to be truthful. He nodded his head. "Fair enough," He said. He stood up, holding his hand out to me. "Dance with me." He said. I looked at the dance floor, my phone, that didn't even have a text from Austin, then my belly, then at him. I nodded, taking his hand. We danced slowly, swaying our hips to the rhythm of the song. He held me so close to him, so caring, so gentle. But I can't get used to this. In a few short weeks, it'll be gone and I'll be back in my home with Austin. But why not saver the moment? I sure could use the comfort. "Why are you so nice to me?" I asked, resting my head on his shoulder, my face close to his neck. He smelled so nice, if that's not too creepy. "You deserve it." He says back. I smiled at the comment. We stood so close to each other for the remainder of the song. 'Fuck me, I want to be his,' I thought. I closed my eyes. I can't be falling for someone while I'm married. Brian's voice came over the speakers.

"Thank you all so much for coming to celebrate the life of Freddie as we kick off such a great movie. We love you and we will see you all soon. If the ones in my limo could hang back for a few moments for a quick meeting, that'd be lovely. Have a great night all, cheers!" He said, sipping whatever was in his glass.

The room was finally clear. Brian finally walked up. "So, what's up, Bri?" Roger asked. "All, Leah has something she wants to share." He said pointing to me. Lucy held my hand, and Brian rested a hand on my shoulder. "Um, I'm," I started. How do I do this? How do I talk again? I forgot. "You're...?" Rami said. "Preg- pregnant. I'm pregnant." I said. I suddenly couldn't breath. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see straight. It was officially real and happening. I was overcome with 'congratulations' and 'this is such a blessing, I'm happy for the two of you' and whatnot. I couldn't help but to cry. Luckily they thought it was happy tears. But Ben could see past that.

We got back to the hotel room. "Hey, I wanna talk to you," He said. I opened my door for him, as he walked in, I followed, shutting the door. He sat on the bed as I sat next to him. "Pregnant," He said to himself. I nodded, showing him the test. He nodded to himself. "I'm, I'm happy for you." He said. It didn't sound very convincing. "I don't think I can do this, Ben. With Austin sick and all-"

"Damnit, Leah!" He said standing.

I was taken aback by his response.

"He's not sick! He's an abusive prick!" He started to pace around. "Now, I know you're a strong girl. And I was hoping you'd find the will to leave him before this happens, and now you have a baby on the way. Have you told him yet?" He said. I nodded my head. I looked down in shame. "He, He hung up the phone." I said. He threw his hands up in disbelief. "For fucks sake," he whispered. "Leah please. Leave him. If not for yourself, for this sweet, little, precious life growing inside of you." He said, kneeling by my belly, placing a hand on it gently. I smiled, shedding tears. "For the love of God. Be with someone who'd kill for his family, not hang up the phone when you tell him you're adding to it-"

"You're right," I said. And he was.

I had to leave him. But it was something I had to do when we got back from London. I started to sob once again. "I'm sorry," I said, wiping my tears. He pulled me into his arms. "We're here for you, you're our family." He said

"Get some sleep, love." He said getting up. I couldn't be alone again. I can't. "Ben, will," I started. He turned at looked at me. "Will you sleep here with me? I just can't be alone again. Just for tonight," I said. He smiled. "Of course. Let me go change, you change, and I'll be back." He said. I nodded. He left, as I quickly got into a comfy long shirt that went to my mid thigh, and some sleeping shorts. He walked in as I was taking my make up off, my hair already in a hair tie. He was already in bed. I walked out, turning out the light.

I crawled in next to him. I turned to face him. "Thank you for doing this, really. I'm just so tired of being alone. I don't want anything to happen," I said, putting emphasis on 'happen', I'm still married even though I planned on ending it. "But feeling someone who cares about me here, it makes things feel okay." I said. He pulled me closer, not quite cuddling, but close enough for him to play with my hair, knocking me to sleep.

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Arranged Marriage pt 2

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Keith’s father nodded back to the Altean as he reached out to shake the mans hand "I will send some things for him soon, I should head back" Lance's dad shook the others hand with a warm smile. "You can visit any time."

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Keith caught up to lance and huffed "You could have waited for me you know, since you are the one who is supposed to be leading me and all" Lance grimaced a bit and kept his hands clasped tightly together. "I um. . . Sorry," he mumbled, still not looking at Keith. Things felt so different between them already and he had no clue what to say to Keith now. . . "Just. . . yeah. . ."

Keith raised a brow as he looked over at Lance not sure why he's suddenly acting differently, did the announcement of their sudden engagement really get to the Altean that badly "Lance I know you're not happy about this and all but....As our dad's said we cant fight against it" Lance sighed as he reached his room, opening the door and standing aside so Keith could come in and look around, which the galra did step in and looked around the room to get a feel of what would be his home for the moment. Lance looked down at the ground, finally responding. "I don't plan on fighting it. . . If- If you don't plan to anyway. I just don't. . . don't know how to react. I don't know how I feel about this yet." He looked up at Keith, studying him. "And for the record I'm not. . . Not happy. Just surprised."

The Galra was a bit shocked to hear that especially from someone he thought didn’t care much for him. "Oh...I just...you know I just thought you weren't happy about it especially since we really don't know each other and all" he messed with his own hands a bit nervous. "No! I'm not angry or upset. . . we don't know each other well but it doesn't mean we can't get to know each other eventually. . ." he said as he looked at the man noticing how he fussed with his hands finding it a bit strange. "Why aren’t you angry or upset?....wouldn’t you want to marry someone else? " Keith mumbled as he awkwardly stood there not sure what else to do at the moment. Lance smiled, even though it was probably a bit awkward, shrugging. "Arranged marriages are kind of a tradition in this family. I'm just glad it's somebody I kind of know rather than a complete stranger. And c'mon, you're not that bad."

Keith bit the inside of his cheek as he looked around the room not sure how to respond to Lance’s last statement just then. He noticed there was really only one bed in the room and looked back at the altean "Do you think they expect us to share a bed?....its just....again we really don't know each other outside of the meetings and dinner..." Lance glanced back at his bed. "And, yeah. . . Um, we can talk to my dad about that if you want. I'm sure once we explain that we don't plan to do anything wild he can get you you're own room if you'd like."

“Well if our parents announce it we'd have to act like we really are to be married don’t we?....it would be weird if I had my own room and didn't stay in yours....isn’t that how marriages go?" Keith really wasn’t sure if that was something in every marriage or not, but he knew it was apart of his father and mothers. Lance thought about it for a moment, looking around his room. "Well, it isn't announced yet so my father would probably be fine with it. And if he for some reason isn't then one of us can take the floor or something. I don't want to force you to sleep in the same bed as me if you don't want to. . . I'm sure we can come up with something. . ." Keith shook his head some "I mean I am fine with it....i have shared beds before with family so...it shouldn’t be to different right?" He looked around the room a bit more taking it in "...didn’t expect you to have a room like this...its a bit plan and you're so...loud all the time"

Lance blinked in surprise when Keith just accepted sleeping in the same bed, was that normal for their culture. He looked around his room while the Keith did, for some reason worried about whether or not he would like it. He blushed a bit at the comment, not sure why, and frowning. "It's not plain," he argued, looking around again. "I just. . . don't have a lot of stuff. . ." He looked back at Keith, smiling a bit. "What were you expecting?"

"A room full of something....flowers or something bright and flashy" he shrugged crossing his arms over his chest "its not what I expected especially from someone like you..." He turned his hands over in the fabric at his sides as he  peeked at Lance not sure what else he should say "so...um...what now?" Lance looked around again, suddenly thinking that flowers would look nice. He thought for a few moments before sighing and shrugging. "I have no idea. . . um. . . we could go on a walk?" he asked, looking down at his hands. He had never had so much free time with Keith before, what would a Galran like to do for fun. "I guess so....probably best i get to learn this place seeing how I am going to be here now" he sighed a bit. Keith had no idea what to do or say he's never been alone like this with Lance especially for this long. He barely knew what to say to just anyone besides his family he isn’t someone who knows how to make friends.

"Yeah. . . it's not too hard to get the hang of though," Lance said, hesitating for a moment before awkwardly holding his arm out for Keith to take if he wanted. He'd seen his father do it for his mother, so maybe he was supposed to do it. Keith blinked as he looked at Lance's arm and then back up at Lance confused as to what he was supposed to do here "Um...I guess it isn’t hard to get the hang of the place...but doesn't hurt to be shown around either, You okay?...is this some...strange handshake for you guys?" Lance stared at him for a moment and then laughed a bit, dropping his arm. "No, it's not. I guess it's a something you do to be polite or something. It's like holding hands but. . . you're holding onto my arm." he said, trying to explain but probably failing. He smiled anyway, stepping outside of his room and waiting for Keith this time.

"If that is the case why not just hold hands instead wouldn’t it be a bit more comfortable?" he asked as he stepped past lance and waited for him to start showing him around "just seems like your arm would get tired with having to hold it up for that long or something..." Lance couldn't help but smile at the comment, shrugging as he closed his door. "I don't know. I never thought about it." He gestured down one end of the long hallway, looking at Keith. "You have seen the dining room and conference room," he said, leading Keith the opposite way. "This way is the throne room, some extra bedrooms, the maids quarters and whatnot. We also have a pretty big library this way, which is where I spend most of my time, actually."

"You like to read?...I wouldn't take you for someone to like read" he mumbled as he followed the man down the hall. Keith brightened slightly when he heard of the library he liked to read and this would probably be the one place he spends all his time at, he found it was easier to escape with books then trying to escape his home. Lance smiled a bit, looking over at Keith and leading him toward the library.  "I guess I'm pretty surprising then," he joked, opening the door for him once they got there. "I've read quite a few of these. My father has a pretty large collection. All kinds of different things."

Keith's eyes light up at the library, it was so big and seemed to have so many different books around a smile formed on his face "wow...this is up for anyone to read?...I.I’d love to get a look at everything" Lance couldn't help but smile when Keith did,finding his excitement contagious. "Yes! It's for everyone. We can come here whenever we want to" Keith turned to look at Lance ignoring his joke "what is it you like reading the most?" The question made Lance's grin even bigger. He lightly grabbed a hold of Keith's hand, pulling him toward the back of the library where the fantasy books were. "My favorites are the stories about adventure. . ." he said, letting go of Keith's hand to run his finger over the spines of each book. "This is my favorite one. . ." he pulled the book out, handing it to Keith. If Lance had known Keith was a reader, he would have been much nicer before now.

Keith’s smile grew when he learned the room was for anyone to join. He blinked when Lances hand touched his own and followed him with a small blush he wasn’t to use to normal touch like this. Looking over the books Keith hummed softly "I...like those stories as well... It always makes me want to go out and have a adventure....though dad would never let me" Lance sighed happily. "Yeah. My dad won't let me do that either. Sometimes I do manage to get to the town though. I've made friends with a man who works at the inn on the outside of town and he is very good at cooking. And then there's siblings that build things. Some time you'll have to meet them." Keith smiled. "You were able to get out?..... I'd like to meet them...maybe...sneak out with you to...see the town have a adventure of our own" he chuckled softly taking the book he was handed. Lance blinked in surprise when Keith called it their adventure but pretended it didn't effect him. "Yeah. . . I would like that. . ."

Keith smiled a little and opened the book reading a bit "d....do the books have to...um stay in here?" Lace smiled. "of course not, Bring it with you if you want." Keith brought the book to his chest "I'd like to read this.... I might end up here a lot" Lance smiled a little "You can come here whenever you want to." He looked around the room in wonder before glancing back to Lance "you always seemed like a bit of a jerk to me...at times" Lance’s cheeks grew a bit warmer when Keith pointed out his rudeness, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh. . . um. I was just. . . pretending, I guess. You never seemed interested in friendship or whatever so I just. . . Yeah. Sorry. . ." he stammered, clearing his throat. "Didn't actually mean it."

Keith looked over at Lance as he spoke and shifted from foot to foot "I didn't seem interested? You have to be interested in a friendship?" Keith mumbled a little confused. "I...have never had friends before so I guess... I didn’t know I have to look interested. Sorry I didn't seem interested....the only friend i have I guess would be my father. It's part of why he has always brought me to the meetings he wanted me to try and make friends with someone" He looked back down at his book "I mostly spend my time at home reading or sword training with my uncle's” Lance shrugged. "I guess this is one way to make a friend," he joked. "I'm not super close to my dad. . . So I guess if I didn't sneak out all the time then I wouldn't have friends. Unless book characters count as friends. . ." His face lit up and he turned away from the books to look at Keith in excitement. "Sword training?" he hissed. "That's so cool! Much cooler than archery!"

Keith blushed a little as he looked up at Lance "it is fun, I have been learning it since i could hold one. Dad says it helps sooth some of my anger to when I get to worked up" Keith messed with the book in his arms looking at the floor for a second before looking back up to the Altean "you do archery?....why archery? Not that its a bad thing to learn its just....isn’t it safer to learn up close combat in case someone is to get close enough to you?" Lance shrugged, looking to the side shyly. "I don't know. My father doesn't let me leave the palace grounds so he didn't think I would need that." Keith frowned a little "Just because you don't leave palace grounds doesn’t mean someone cant just somehow get in here to attack you....archery is good but close combat would help you out more in that case"

Keith flushed a little more "um if you'd really like to learn swords....i could teach you while I am here" Lance looked back at him with wide eyes, excited again. "R-Really?" he asked eagerly, clasping his hands together and leaning forward slightly. "That would be so cool!!"  Keith looked away from Lance a small blush on his cheeks "Well...yeah I mean...its the least I can do since I am sort of taking up space here and all" Lance frowned a bit, stepping forward in concern. "You're not just taking up space here. We do want you here. .  " he said, adding a soft and warm smile. "You don't have to do anything to pay us. If that's what you mean. If you want to teach me, then you can. But you don't have to feel obligated." Keith frowned a little "I am offering because I want to...if I felt I had to I would think of something better then giving lessons" He looked back to lance "I think it's best you know close combat. It could possible save you for when you sneak out of the castle and no ones with you"

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Hogwarts! Jeonghan

Anon requested: "hello hello! i really loved reading your hogwarts aus;; can i request a jeonghan one?? ty if you do this! <3" & @willowtree8 requested: "Hey love your writing. Especially the hogwarts au's, so could you make a Jeonghan Hogwarts Au for me. And could you make the s/o a raveclaw, if it's not to much to ask. Thanks so much!" & anon requested: "Can I please request a hogwarts jeonghan au! 💚✨"

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2511

fifth year Slytherin

also a prefect with Joshua and Seungcheol

he was surprised when he found out he got selected as a prefect

but no one else was

Jeonghan tends to mother everyone

"Yah! Eat your food!"

"Don't skip meals or I'll give you detention."

"If you don't sleep, you'll end up napping in classes, and miss vital information."

"Hey just because I nap in class doesn't mean you can!!! Your education is important!!!"

knows almost everyone's names

don't even be surprised if you walk by him in the halls

"Your robes are a bit crooked, here." he'll call you by name and fix it for you before waving goodbye

usually seen sitting under some tree with a first year or other younger students

giving them advice and counseling sessions

and because of this also knows all the latest gossip at Hogwarts

"Did you hear about the first year that got kicked out for trying to set the whomping willow on fire?"

"I heard the professor from muggle studies is dating!"

"There's supposed to be a prank planned for the potions master by some of the older students, don't get caught in the crossfire" 

absolutely adores Ravenclaw's first year, Chan

always following Chan to make sure he eats and babies him a lot

"Chan, who's baby are you?"

babies all of his friends though

"Seokmin, don't read books upside down while walking, you'll get a headache or run into a pillar, again."

"Seungcheol, you should sit straight and not slouch or you'll complain about back pains after quidditch practice."

"Minghao, just cuz you think you're cool, doesn't mean it's cool to not eat lunch."

"Get your butt over here and explain yourself before I hex it out of you."

suffice to say, may use his prefect powers a bit too much

"But professor, he was trying to prank a first year, I just used my powers as a prefect to get a bit of revenge. It was totally called for!!!!"

pranks everyone a lot too

"Jeonghan!!!"

"Yeeeeessss?"

"Why is my hw flying away from me?"

"I may or may not have cast a spell on it." //evil giggling//

"But you're a prefect!"

"Which is why you won't tell the professor or else I'll give you detention!"

even with all the pranking though

everyone knows they can go to Jeonghan for advice

literally the best second mother to everyone ever

always listening to students talk about friend drama

or stress problems

or schoolwork complaints

and never refuses to ignore someone who needs help

which is probably why all the teachers still tolerate him sending himself a howler every year around Christmas just so everyone can hear him singing Christmas songs all across the hall

his voice is freaking angelic anyway so no one complains

he's friends with everyone too

one time you're sitting in the library

with your charms paper in front of you trying not to fall asleep on top of it

and you see Jeonghan walk in with Joshua

and Joshua leaves after a bit

leaving Jeonghan alone

now if you haven't been living under a rock in the forbidden forest

you knew Jeonghan

literally all of Hogwarts knows Jeonghan and his friend group

the 13 boys from all four houses that were the best of friends

and so you were curious why he was alone in the library

you watched as he settled his stuff down on a desk and started writing a paper

you're a fourth year ravenclaw so you don't really have any classes with him

you've just kind of seen him around helping everyone

and you think he's super sweet for trying to help everyone

but now that you're looking at him from across the library

you notice he's really cute too

the way his round wire-framed silver glasses sat neatly and gracefully on the bridge of his nose

the way his hair framed his forehead in a half heart shape

the way he set his chin on his fist to write his paper

you smiled at the sight, he was seriously good-looking

sighing, 'outta my league too' you thought to yourself

you went on to continue writing your paper

a little while later you finished

and get up about to leave

when you notice a frown on his face as he stares up at a bookshelf

you hear him audibly sigh a few times

and scratch his head angrily

so what the heck

you and whatever nonexistent confidence

you walked over and set your things down gently across from him

"Hey Jeonghan, are you ok?"

he looks up at you in surprise

"I'm y/n," you say sheepishly forgetting that he probably doesn't know you even though you always hear about him from everyone else

"No I know, you're f/n's friend, she talked about you once when you guys had that fight."

"She did?"

"Yea, she was crying and asking how to tell you she was sorry and stuff" he said, "she even showed me a picture" he laughed

"Wow, well..." you're speechless

the famous counselor Jeonghan knows you???

"I'm glad you guys made up." He said smiling

"I'm just glad you made her feel better, it was just a misunderstanding."

he gave another small smile before the frown returned to his face and he buried his face in his hands

"Well I just..." you start nervously, "I just wanted to ask if you're ok. Usually you're always helping everyone and it seems like there's something wrong so, just know if you need someone to talk to, I'm here." you say finally nodding slowly

you watch as the tiniest of smiles reappears on Jeonghan's face

"That's really nice of you to offer."

you wait to see if he elaborates

"I've just been a bit tired lately, with studying for the O.W.L.'s and whatnot."

you nod making reassuring eye contact with him

"My scores in transfiguration aren't the best right now, but since I'm kind of the one everyone looks to for help when they're stressed, I try really hard not to let the others know when I'm worried myself." he said puffing his cheeks a bit

you stared at him for a bit

Jeonghan must genuinely care so much for everyone if he went to the point of sitting by himself in the library just to make sure his friends weren't worried

"Well, I'm not sure if I'm any help as a fourth year" you say timidly, "but my best subject is transfiguration, and I have older siblings who show me stuff all the time. Let me see what you're having trouble with."

he looks at you a bit skeptically before turning the textbook he was reading around for you to see

it's a diagram of the vanishing spell, a transfiguration spell that will most likely be on the O.W.L.'s

you smile up at Jeonghan

"Hey I know this one really well! My brother showed me ages ago."

"Really? I'm struggling with it a lot, but I guess it must be easy for a Ravenclaw." he smiled

your breath caught a bit as you felt your heart race a bit at his smile

you thought that Jeonghan's smile was the best thing in the world

and you wanted to make sure he kept smiling since he made everyone around him as happy as he could

the boy was everyone's saving grace from a bad day or bad moods in general

Hogwart's own fallen angel

so you steeled your nerves and gathered up some more courage

"Let's meet tomorrow, I'll definitely help you." you say confidently

"Why would you go through that trouble." he frowned again making your heart ache

"Because you help everyone around here, it's about time we repaid the favor."

so you meet him out on the grounds the next day and you can tell he's pretty nervous

but you're pretty confident and you have like five bottles of butter beer and pumpkin juice lined up next to a few bowls of water you set up on the ground

"Rules are simple, for every vanishing spell you do perfectly, I'll treat you to a free drink!" you call laughing

you notice he lightens up and starts smiling with you

the both of you work the afternoon away

you helping him with wand technique

and when he gets it perfectly for the first time

in a moment of screaming elated excitement

he turns to you with the biggest grin on his face as he hugs you

and promptly realizes what he did

and you both turn pink and start blushing as you pull away

but PROGRESS!!!!

you're so happy he finally did it and he's super thankful too

in the end he has it down

and you both just sit watching the sunset while sipping your bottles of pumpkin juice

"Who needs a vanishing spell when you can just drink the delicious drink, right?" you giggle raising your bottle for a toast

and as Jeonghan returns it with a gentle clink of his bottle to yours

you sigh contentedly proud you could be of some help

the next few weeks you don't see Jeonghan around that much

for obvious reasons of course

you're both a year apart and in different houses

but whenever you do see him in the hallways he gives you a big grin and literally runs up to you to give you a hug

or yell and jump around with you because he did well on his transfiguration exam

and although you don't see him as much as you want to

you're really happy to see him smiling again

an angel's smile

you're walking into charms one day when Wonwoo comes up to you

shaking his head in disbelief as he hands you a letter

"Honestly, making me a delivery owl, I thought I had more respect to my name than this" he joked and laughed giving you a smile

you open it and read it

"Thanks for all your help y/n, to celebrate I'm buying you butter beer at Hogsmeade, oh and I told Wonwoo not to leave you alone until you said yes."

you look up at Wonwoo, a huge smile on your face

"Sorry you got put up to this" you laugh

"He doesn't stop glowing about you now, never seen hyung so happy about anyone," Wonwoo shakes his head while laughing, "So to save me some time, just say yes?"

"Of course, haha thank you Mr. owl."

"I don't get paid in owl treats for this you know."

and when the weekend rolls by you're super excited

and you put on your best outfit

even though you think you're crazy

not like it was a date or anything, just a fifth year thanking you for helping him out in a class

but you couldn't help the smile that crept up your face as you walked into Hogsmeade

to see Jeonghan there with a small bouquet of flowers

and freaking Joshua and Seungcheol laughing their asses off at Jeonghan before he turned around to threaten to smack them with the flowers

"Here." he said smiling nervously before giving them to you

"Aww they're so pretty thank you." you laugh taking them into your arms

"I just can't thank you enough, y/n." he stands a bit awkwardly before Seungcheol comes up behind the two of you

"Not to be blunt and all... but I'm going to go practice quidditch. And leave the two of you alone. Yea." Seungcheol laughs and you can literally see Jeonghan shooting lasers at Seungcheol with his eyes

oh but the best part

freaking Hong Jisoo

walks up to the two of you

with this sly af smile on his face

"Hey y/n, I'm going to take off too. You see, Jeonghan shoved me into a broom closet once because I had a crush on this person, and it must have worked because we're dating now, but I still haven't completely forgiven Jeonghan, and so I thought now would be a great time...."

"Shua I swear if you-"

"Take this as a metaphorical broom closet and I apologize profusely."

Joshua gives you a sheepish smile before Seungcheol gives you a gentle push, causing you to trip before Jeonghan catches you in his arms

and legit Seungcheol and Joshua running away laughing

"I THOUGHT THE TWO OF YOU WERE PREFECTS, I'M REPORTING YOU FOR EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE!!!!" Jeonghan yelled after them

the both of you still blushing as he's still holding you in his arms

"So...."

"So I'm just going to be honest and admit I wanted to ask you out on a date properly, but it seems my friends may have ruined the surprise." Jeonghan chuckled

you stare at him in shock

"Wait you like me?"

"Yea."

"Really?"

"I said yes already y/n keep up." he laughed and tousled your hair lightly

"I-"

"It's ok if you don't like me back, it's just you made me feel like I could take time for myself and be worried and not have to hide anything. It's was really nice."

"No I like you, too, like a lot." you laughed

"That's actually perfect I was just pretending you not liking me back was ok, but I literally was freaking out on the inside so much thank you."

and you both collapse into a fit of giggles in the middle of Hogsmeade blushing but happy

"So you'll be my girlfriend?"

"Of course."

and literally anyone seeing the two of you together would literally die from the cuteness how could they not

everyone

all the students  calling you and Jeonghan their parents

"Look it's my mom and dad, aren't they such goals ;,,,,)"

as you guys walk around the school grounds hand in hand, giggling together

he'd randomly stop walking just to hold you in his arms a bit

"EWWWWWWWW NO PDA IN PUBLIC, NO ONE NEEDS TO SEE THAT"

"Shut it Seungkwan!"

and everyone going to you and Jeonghan for relationship advice now too

"We don't ever fight you can trust our advice."

"What the heck, Jeonghan you're always arguing with me."

"HEY ARGUING ABOUT WHAT FOOD WE SHOULD EAT AND WHO GETS TO HOLD WHO FOR CUDDLING DOES NOT COUNT."

"Ok got me there."

like the two of you going around calling yourselves cupids and matchmakers

"Look at us, aren't we the cutest couple you've ever seen?"

and legit being the silliest couple ever around valentines day

bewitching miniature statues of cupid to go around pelting people with chocolates and paper arrows

and giving each other high fives as the cupids start attacking Seungcheol

"MAKE THEM STOP."

"Nah I think they've got the right idea."

definitely the fallen angel couple with your pranks on one side and lovey dovey advice on the other

"Honest;y we're a blessing to this school."

"Which is why we're stuck cleaning up all these paper arrows the cupids shot everyone?"

"Hey detention is more fun with two people!"

"What angel gets detention?"

"Your boyfriend does, now shh and get the broom."

The Seventeen Hogwarts AU Series:

| S.coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

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