#think i'm going to sleep with a teddy and a night light today

[axcel-lucci]

Since this month is Halloween and Law's birthday, how about Wereleopard Law x Human Female Reader. Its like a werewolf, except Law transforms into a snow wereleopard on a full moon or during their heat. Nobody but his close friends know about this, not even the reader. Law has been cursed since he's 10. How would female reader reacts to this? Also, Law's in his heat during the transformation, and doesn't want to hurt reader. You can make it spicy and love making. 😋😊

Full moon

Wereleopard!Trafalgar Law x human!reader

A/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS IM SO SORRY

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"Aiyahhh... another full moon next week." (Y/n) sighed in a pleasing manner.

She always loved the full moon, it looks very pretty in the night sky, doesn't it?

Though she doesn't like it when she has to sleep in the spare bedroom while it does.

"Full... moon..." Law, her husband for at least a year and a half, grumbled. Thinking deeply to himself

"What's wrong... law? And also, you never told me why you make me sleep in the spare bedroom. Hmph" she huffed and crossed her arms.

"It's just..." he groaned, "it's nothing... I'm tired, let's go to sleep." He said as he stood up on the couch and went upstairs

She sighed to herself. Law was a man of secrets, that's for sure, but she doesn't mind that. People have secrets they would rather keep.

But when she asked his friends about it, his really close friends since childhood, Shachi, penguin, and Bepo just tells her it's something he needs to do. For some reason, THEY know.

"This is honestly upsetting" she frowned as she got up to their shared bedroom to change and go to sleep in her side of the bed.

In the middle of the night, she always feels him reach into her just to hug her close and bury his face in her hair, no matter what happens, he always does. Almost caging her body with his so tightly it feels so hot with his body temperature. It would've been lovely if it was a chilly night, but the middle of summer for fucks sake.

In the end though, temperature didn't matter, he just felt at home with her. She didn't mind because it has become a ritual everyday. Even if he comes home at early morning or really late at night. It always ends up with him cuddling her like his personal, human-sized, teddy bear.

But this particular night though, he felt more... warmer than he usually would, like he's taking care of a fever he refuses to let go. At the same time though, he seems fine. Just the temperature.

She just sighed and made a mental note to check him in the morning for any flu or fever.

The next morning, she found him still cuddling her tightly, but now nibbling on her neck in his sleep while groaning a bit.

It wasn't a light nibble, no. It literally left multiple marks. She wondered how she wasn't able to wake up with deep blemishing marks on her exposed neck and shoulder.

"Law..." she yawned and faced him only for him to nibble on the other side of her neck as well. "Law." She called more firmly as he slowly woke up

"Huh..? Hm- what?" He muttered, mind still unorganized by the cradled sleepiness in his brain

"You look so cute today" she giggled and kissed him as he hummed

"Aren't I always...?" He grumbled in his deep morning voice and a mischievous grin

She laughed at that, "of course you are."

Timeskip...

It's now 6 pm, and the moon has settled into its full moon state and it's just so beautiful. Like a sun in the night.

(Y/n) heard Law arrive back home when she heard his car pull up the driveway and his usual groan as he gets out and comes into the house with a "I'm home" in a low manner

"How was work, sweetie?" She asked but he didn't answer.

His cheeks seemed to burn as he rushed up the stairs to their bedroom

He's always like this almost every time it's the full moon. It makes her mad. And she's going to find out why tonight, no matter what.

She locked the door and rushed up after him.

He unfortunately forgot to lock the door as he entered.

He could've feel himself lose control and his mind swirling to never ending chaos, his eyes shifting from every possible surface until he blacks out entirely.

Before (y/n) could enter their room, she heard a loud crash from the inside making her rush in with panic.

She panicked even more when she saw him laying on the floor, clutching his head.

It's dark, sure, but the moon illuminated the room through the curtains.

(Y/n) could see a faint outline of... fur? No, an animal... if it must.

But she could still hear and feel Law's presence within this creature so she rushed to him and wake him up.

"Law...!" She yelled as she tried to touch him only to gasp when he looked at her with gold glowing eyes and a cat like pupil that seemed to narrow before being tackled to the ground

"What...?!" She gasped when the creature licked her cheek

"(Y/n)..." Law muttered as he lowered himself to rest against her body and his head against her chest, looking up at her with an apologetic look, "I didn't mean to scare you... I'm... sorry"

"Law? Is that..." she muttered as she reached a hand for the nearby desk lamp and opened the light slightly.

There she saw him, in his wereleopard form. White with black patches of dots on his fur. His eyes still gold from his human form but has a cat like pupil that seemed to narrow.

"You..."

"I know... I know... I should've told you, I'm sorry. It's just... I don't want you to leave me. More importantly, I don't want to hurt you." He explained before turning to a smaller form like a size of an adult jaguar and curling up with his head buried in her thigh so that he doesn't have to look at her.

"Is this why you wanted me to sleep at the spare bedroom every full moon...?" She asked, he nodded silently.

She sighed deeply before brushing his surprisingly soft fur.

"This is... cute. Honestly" she smiled as Law looked at her and transformed to his original form before pining her against the cold floor

"You're not... scared?" He asks

"Why? I know you would never harm me... and I know you've tried your best not to." She smiled before placing her hands on his cheeks and rubbed them like you would to a cat.

Hearing and feeling him vibrate purrs weren't on her bucket list but it definitely is now.

"Oh you're so cute." She smiled as he laid his heavy body against her

"I'm glad" he smiled and hugged her tightly.

Him being heavy was an understatement, before she could even say anything about it, he bit her shoulder out of nowhere.

Oddly enough, it sent spikes of pleasure down her spine and into her now wet entrance.

"L-law...!" She gasped with a moan once he started to lick the mark he made.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I couldn't control myself... you see, um... this is embarrassing... but every full moon... I transform... it also lines up with my uhm... heat." He muttered and hid his face from embarrassment against her neck.

"Your... heat? I guess animals and humans aren't so different you've definitely switched me on" she moaned slightly in his ear as it twitched

"Oh yeah?" He smirked before turning to his semi-human form.

It was just Law with his fluffy ears and tail, and kept his wereleopard's size.

"I wonder..." he hummed before suddenly plunging his hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties under her clothes.

"Law...!" She gasped again as he pushed in two fingers and started to thrust them in and out of her, making muffled wet sounds as she gasped and moaned.

"Oh my, so wet..." she smiled before basically ripped her clothes off with his summoned claws.

'really like a cat' the last thing she thought before her brain was turned to mush by Law eating her out aggressively.

Him being in heat was so much more aggressive than he usually is as she yelled when he threw her on the bed.

"Tell me if I hurt you, alright? I'll stop if it hurts you" he says as she nodded.

His tail basically wrapped on her legs tightly by itself to pull her legs apart.

"Law..." she looked at him as he took off all his clothing and crawled over her.

Shadow casted all over him, leaving only his gold eyes to shine and stare through her soul.

It would've scared her in a different context but right now, it made her even more wet.

And he could smell it.

"Right now, you're my mate." He smirked deviously before pulling her other leg unto his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thighs, "and all you have to do is moan and whine for me. Now be a good girl, alright?"

She nods before moaning when he rubbed his thumb against her aroused bud, "what was that, mate? I didn't hear you"

"Y-yes...! Please..."

He couldn't control himself at that moment, foreplay would do next time he's in full control but right now, his mind was set on fucking her so hard she wouldn't be able to think of anything.

With one hand, he rubbed the tip of his shaft against her wet entrance, a small thing made her moan. But she screamed in pleasure once he pushed inside her in one thrust.

He was a bit bigger than his human form is. Though "a bit" is an understatement.

A Bulge formed against her abdomen once he was settled inside her.

The walls inside her clenched and sucked him inside, it was warm and he likes it.

He softly pushed the bulge against her making her moan ecstatically and throw her head back.

That's when all remaining self control snapped like twigs in the wind.

He couldn't remember how fast he went or how many times he made her cum or even how many times he himself came deeply inside her.

All he knew that it was a lot as it started to leak around him while he was still inside.

He wasn't aware of how long it had been but it must've been hours. Judging by the sun peaking through the window, it must've been the whole night.

She was tired and spent by the end of it all.

He slowly pulled out causing her to shiver and moan before calming down and breathing heavily.

"So pretty..." he muttered

But he knew this wouldn't be the last of his heat. He knew it would last days of fucking to get rid of it entirely.

And he knows (y/n) would be able to handle it.

While she rested, he laid beside her while looking at her. Observing every single bit of her beautiful complexity.

He could see his seed still leaking out of her, it made him proud to have fucked his babies inside of her.

Whether it'll get her pregnant will be future him's problem.

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Sixteen - Thunderstorm

Word Count: 452

Warnings: VERY SOFT Dave - that's the only warning?! 👀

Notes: Originally I thought of Jack Daniels getting caught out in a thunderstorm on a mission, but he'd have gear for that. I think... I wanted to do something else for Dave. Our former government employee (I'm not silly enough to say what the man does, I like living thanks,) has even more of a tender side than we thought. 🥰

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The forecast for this week didn’t mention rain at all this week. Today’s picnic with the girls went fine too, not a cloud in the sky. Dave was looking forward to catching up on organizing some files while you were sleeping in the king size bed across from him. He liked to watch you sleep after tucking the girls in and keeping an eye on them as they settled in, Alice always snuggled the white teddy bear she’d gotten two years ago on the girls first outing with you to the mall. Simple, he wasn’t sure how they’d react to their father being with someone other than their mother, his ex-wife. They took to you like white on rice and always asked about you, when they could see you again and what they were up to. It made the decision to marry you that much simpler.

The first crack of thunder made Dave flinch, a rare feat. He peered over to you, still, your chest rising and falling as you lay comfortably on your side. You’d curled slightly as you’d been talking to him prior to drifting off. It was known to few that Dave… was not fond of thunderstorms. He didn’t like the sudden booming sounds or flashes of lighting. He didn’t see one outside of the window, only the drops of rain hitting the glass. The rain would lull him to sleep and the thunder would wake him, frustrated at the cycle until he slept out of exhaustion or the storm had passed.

Another rumble with a burst of lightning following it closely told Dave that the storm had grown even closer. His papers soundly hit the night table as he stood and crossed the room to the bed. He removed his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving them on the floor for now. He’d get to them in the morning. Peeling the covers back, he slipped into the bed beside you, his chest pressed against your back with a soft kiss placed to your neck.

A clap of thunder had Dave’s arms curl around your torso, pulling your closer to him, his chin was tucked itself over your shoulder, the night would be extended for York but he may still find sleep yet. His palm rose to your chest as he felt it rise and fall, counting your breaths until he reached the fifties and everything was lost to darkness save for your warmth. His safe harbor in any storm, Dave could stay asleep like this until the morning, maybe even late if time allowed. A partner as a source of serenity had eluded him until he met you and he would never let go as long as he had you.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 49 - I need your advice.

Episode 1. Sam: He jolted awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare, panting, covered in sweat

Raven: Are you alright? His voice was sleepy but caring, as he sat up in bed, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulders

Sam: He nodded soft and took a deep breath Yeah, just flashbacks and fears about the future, I suppose? he forced a soft smile

Raven: Do you want to talk about it?

Sam: Not really he smiled more genuine now but thank you for asking. That already helps.

Raven: He contemplated a bit, then planted a soft kiss on Sam's temple, speaking in a lowered, caring voice I feel like someone else should be here then he disappeared

Sam: He frowned questioning, and listened to see if he could hear Raven downstairs, when just 20 seconds later, he felt the weight of someone sitting down on the bed again when you take off- he turned his head, surprised to see Adrian sitting next to him Adrian? he chuckled surprised

Adrian: He grunted soft, clearly he had been woken up, but slowly crawled under the blanket, dragging it up over Sam and himself, then dragged Sam down in bed, to lay in the nook of his arm, running his fingers through his hair Someone traded his place with me.

Sam: Someone is very generous he smiled soft

Adrian: He lifted an eyebrow someone sounds like they are smitten?

Sam: Someone sounds like they need more sleep he chuckled soft and planted a kiss on Adrian's naked chest I simply think we often take him for granted.

Adrian: ….. we do. All of us.

Sam: He nodded soft Let's do something nice for him one day soon.

Adrian: Mh he planted a soft kiss on Sam's hair and closed his eyes, though he kept caressing Sam's hair you could always marry him instead.

Sam: He snorted soft You're not going to let that one go easy, are you?

Adrian: Nope.

Sam: … you know, if you keep dropping comments like that, I'm going to eventually assume you DO want to marry me, and you ARE hurt I said no.

Adrian: ….

Sam: He lifted his head, observing Adrian for a moment Are you?

Adrian: …. go to sleep, Sam.

It was almost a week later, Sam hadn't been home yet, he had been camped at either Adrian's or Raven's place, and he had neither talked with or seen anyone else in that amount of time. He had been hiding. Dodging everyone and everything. But today was the day to force himself back into the world, so he had left Adrian's house early evening to take a walk, to try to clear his head and prepare himself to get back into everyday life, and to be a father for Sparrow. During his walk he had started walking towards the small shopping district and soon enough found himself looking at toy stores, baby stores and even paint at a paint store, but all he had actually managed to buy, before he got stressed out by people's endless questions to the upcoming father, was a small brown teddy bear. He ended up storming out the paint store with several paint samples and a major panic attack, just running down the street as fast as he could, nearly tripping over someone elses stroller, till he finally slowed down, and started walking down a side road, panting hard, still trying to get a hold of his panic attack, when he spotted the red Ford Mustang Boss, parked outside the local diner. But while Sam was trying to decide whether to panic further, run or try to stay cool, Andy had already spotted him under the street lights and honked his horn Shit! he cringed

Andy: Sam! he yelled out the door as he opened it and waved at Sam to come closer

Sam: Fuck! he took a deep shaky breath, it was his dad after all, he couldn't avoid him forever… or till the babies were born at least. So he slowly walked over to the car, stopping in front of his dad's door

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely Well, hello to you too!

Sam: Sorry he took another deep breath Hi dad… what uh… what are you doing here?

Andy: He squinted a bit, observing Sam, he seemed… frazzled? Uh… he chuckled cheekily I was cruising for some dick actually.

Sam: He looked up at the sky, the stars were slowly getting lit, taking another, much deeper breath as his heart only started racing faster

Andy: What are you doing out? Thought you were still hiding?

Sam: No he looked back at his dad Took a walk, ended up thinking it was a good idea buying some stuff for Sparrow and look at some paint samples for her room… but it was quite overwhelming still, and I don't know? Got a teddy and some paint samples before everything became a fuzzy haze and I ran out in panic.

Andy: He frowned soft wanna go for burgers and talk about it? he nodded at the diner in front of them

Sam: He wrinkled his nose lightly Not in the mood for fast food.

Andy: Congo cooked meatloaf… there's leftovers at home

Sam: …… he sighed soft and walked around the car, he couldn't avoid his family, so he might as well grab the bull by it's horns, and quickly got in on the seat next to Andy Okay

Andy: Okay? he chuckled again control your enthusiasm, Sam! he shook his head lightly I can also drive you home, or anywhere else you wanna go.

Sam: Meatloaf is fine, dad. I'm a bit hungry.

Andy: He nodded confirming and started his car, slowly rolling out from the parking lot

They had been driving a couple minutes in complete silence, when Andy decided to speak up

Andy: You seem… tense?

Sam: His eyes planted on the scenery outside, trying his best not to look at his dad, his heart beating fast, temperature rising. The last week has been a lot.

Andy: No I get that, I just wonder what it has to do with me?

Sam: With you? He slowly turned his head and looked at Andy

Andy: Yeah, we usually have conversations in the car, and you will barely look at me tonight?

Sam: …. I am looking at you.

Andy: Yes, right now you are, but you barely looked at me outside the car, you barely looked at me when you got in. And the past 3 minutes you haven't said a word, and when I address it you barely answer or look my way. What's going on?

Sam: Nothing dad, he shook it off, and turned his face towards the window as flashes of Andy rubbing himself in his car flashed through his mind, making him blush lightly, his temperature and heart rate rising further

Andy: Sam… are you feeling okay? he slowed down the car and placed a hand on Sam's thigh, giving it a light squeeze You seem flustered…. how is the pregnancy going? he sighed soft I'm worried about you, I know it's not always easy.

Sam: He looked at his dad's hand on his thigh, instantly wishing it would move further up and stroke the fast growing bulge in his pants

Andy: You can tell me… I've been through it several times, I wont judge…

Sam: Feeling burning hot, his legs slowly parting, his hands desperately wanting to unzip his pants and demand to be taken! He shook his head as he realised, quickly opening the door to get out, not realising the car was still moving, so he stumbled out into thankfully a bank of snow FUCK!!!

Andy: He quickly parked the car and ran out the car What the hell Sam!??! Are you alright??!

Sam: No I'm not fucking alright! he got up fast, nearly slipping down the snow bank a few times, finally reaching solid ground. He shook his head and pointed at a bar further up the street Is that open yet?!

Andy: Y-yeah? he looked confused at his son

Sam: Good! Excellent! he quickly marched in the direction of the bar

Andy: What?! he whispered to himself and shook his head, then quickly ran back to his car, turned it around, and parked it as close to the bar as he could get. He lit a cig and locked his car as he got out, hurrying into the bar. It was empty, so it was easy to spot Sam by the bar, already sipping on a glass of something. What are we drinking? He asked as cheerful as possible, as he took a seat on the barstool next to Sam.

Sam: He sighed soft and rolled his glass between his palms Anything strong enough. But to be more specific, I'm having a triple Whiskey.

Andy: He nodded at the bartender I'll have the same!

Sam: He sighed deep and quickly downed his drink Another one for me, please.

Andy: So... he said in a soft voice, as they both sat with their full glass, and the leftover bottle between them are you going to let me in on what's making you so hot and bothered that you need to get drunk?

Sam: he sighed deep I better not. I don't think it would really solve the issue, rather make it bigger.

Andy: Sam, you can trust me… or at the very least I used to think you believed you could he frowned soft and sipped his glass Why don't you trust me?… have I done something to break your trust?

Sam: No, dad he sighed soft it's really not you… it's… it's me.

Andy: He scoffed lightly and sipped his glass again wauw… my own son is breaking up with me! he snorted soft

Sam: I'm sorry okay, it's just… a private matter he sighed again, emptying his glass, then slammed it down on the table why's there no music in this place?!

Andy: He pointed backwards with his thumb Jukebox. You gotta pay.

Sam: Right he slipped off his chair, mumbling on his way to the jukebox I'd pay an infinite amount of money not to have a boner right now!

Andy: He observed Sam by the jukebox when his phone suddenly rang, he quickly picked up yeah?

Adrian: We're done over here, so if you two could head in this direction, soon-

Andy: He sighed soft yeah, he's not in the best mood, maybe we should wait to another day?

Adrian: What's wrong?

Andy: I don't know, he's acting strange? It's almost as if he's trying to avoid me, and when I tried to confront him about it, he escaped into a bar and is currently working on both getting drunk, and getting the jukebox started, in order to escape the conversation about why he's acting weird.

Adrian: …..

Andy: ….. wait… do you know anything?

Adrian: ……

Andy: I swear to Gawd! If you know and you're keeping this from me-

Adrian: It's the hormones, and Niyol made him drink some sort of potion that put Sam in a trance where he apparently discovered he desires you or whatever and it makes him all loopy and-

Andy: he what?!?!

Adrian: He sighed deep …. look, I didn't want to tell you… but also did… at the same time I more than understand and respect Sam's wish to keep this to himself… and on the other hand you also deserve to know why your son is-

Andy: kept starring at Sam by the jukebox

Adrian: taking a distance to you

Andy: Starring

Adrian: …. Andy?

Andy: More starring

Adrian: Andy?

Andy: even more starring

Adrian: ANDY!

Andy: I need something stronger than this he looked at his glass and quickly finished it

Adrian: He groaned soft don't make me regret I told you!

Andy: He snorted into the phone I actually wish you wouldn't have. Look I agree with you, I deserve to know, and thank you for telling me… but I also wish I didn't know he laughed nervously

Adrian: …. he sighed soft so what are you going to do now?

Andy: Pretend I don't know? Fuck do I know Adrian? It's huge! It's flaming hot! Highly explosive! And it just landed in my lap! What the fuck am I going to do?! I'm going to drop him off at home as we agreed to, and then I'm going to get the fuck out of there, that's what I'm going to do!

Adrian: …. I'm sorry

Andy: Whimpering noise it's fine… I'll see you in 10!

Adrian: See you… and drive safe, please.

Andy: Sure he forced a fake laugh and hung up, then walked up to Sam, tapping his shoulder Hey uh he frowed soft So uh… Adrian called… he asked me to drive you home so uh, can we skedaddle please?

Sam: Skedaddle?

Andy: Sam he nodded backwards in the direction of the car please… I don't wanna argue with him

Sam: He frowned soft argue with him?

Andy: Look can we just please get out of here?

Sam: Now you're the one being weird.

Andy: Adrian was worried about you okay? So I told him I'd keep an eye out for you and if I saw you I'd drive you home…

Sam: Oh? he smiled soft okay…he scratched the back of his neck and took a deep breath yeah okay… let me just grab the bottle and I'll meet you outside.

Andy: Gotcha he nodded confirming, eager to escape out into the cold night air, to cool down before their car ride! wtf??! He whispered at the cold evening air and shook his head No… fuck no! a cheeky grin started tucking at his lips but fuck yeah though…. NO! he frowned deep and kicked a smaller snow bank, taking a deep breath calm yourself. It doesn't mean anything.

Sam: What doesn't mean anything?

Andy: He spun around to see Sam stand behind him, and tucked nervously on a hoodie string Uh nothing, just something Adrian said. Let's get in the car, it's fucking freezing out here! I think we're going to get more snow he blabbered nervously and gestured towards the car

Sam: Yeah he sighed soft and slowly followed his dad to the car, sipping a good amount of his bottle before he got into the car

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Cursed 3 sisters series PB

chapter 13 Spies,  Spinning the yarn and Supplies

Don't interact if under 18

Sabrina practically ran to keep up with her boyfriend as his longer strides carried him to the  Garrison.  He'd decided he needed to keep her busier. She knew it was truly to keep a better eye on her since her disappearing act to London. 

She knew Campbell and Grace were closing in. Thomas had confided in her one night while they both lay awake and he gently rubbed small circles into her back that he knew he had a rat. He just didn't know who. 

After some digging he and Sabrina had traced it back to Arthur. Grace was their secretary and kept track of the books. He was going to have Sabrina help for a month to see if that tightened anything up including Arthur's lips. 

Sabrina felt bad keeping her eye on dear Arthur as she affectionately called him. Thomas had choked on his tea when she'd mention that he was a teddy bear with fangs. 

She had loved hearing Thomas laugh with abandonment. It was so pure and rich. She treasured every smile too knowing they were a precious commodity.

The eldest Shelby man had nixed that name. He claimed he didn't need all of Birmingham thinking he was a snuggly teddy bear.

She told him of an illustration she'd seen as a child where the teddy bear had brandished a sword and protected the sleeping child from the monster in the closet. 

"Come on, we haven't all day. I'm needed at the shop today, eh." He patted her bum as he ushered her inside. 

The day wasn't even beginning. Grace and Harry were putting down stools and doing some last minute prep. Thomas nodded to Grace who was ever vigilant. She watched as Thomas took her into the side room where the books were locked in. 

Thomas got her all set in and showed her all the supplies, how he wanted the numbers to be columned going forward and so on. 

Sabrina noticed Grace's looming presence before the other women cleared her throat.

"What's going on?" Grace asked cautiously. Sabrina raised her head and smiled at the other blonde woman. 

"Grace, we're getting busier in the Garrison especially with your sing alongs. Thought I'd keep my women busy and out of trouble. She can read her cards and spin her spells after hours." Thomas kept his voice light and airy so she would suspect anything. 

Sabrina felt a soft spot for the other women. She was just here to do her job which was to spy on the shelbys. Sabrina knew she could be friendly but guarded. 

"Oh, of course, Arthur is aware of this?" Grace asked curiously. Her tone was harsher now. The glass she was polishing might be thinner if she kept standing in the doorway.

"Arthur isn't the boss. The garrison might be his but I'm the head of the family. What I say goes, yeah?" His eyes were narrowed and he stalked towards Grace blocking the women from looking at one another. 

Sabrina hated when Thomas talked to her like that…"I'm the man.." nonsense but she was in his time. 

"Alright." She walked away her receding footsteps heavier than her cat like stealth from the beginning of the talk. 

Tommy leaned down over her his arms braced on either side. She could smell the whiskey on his breath as it softly ghosted over her face. 

" She gives you any trouble, you have any of your ... .intuitive feelings, you come straight to the shop to see me. I don't care if I'm in a meeting. " He looked at her sternly. She smiled softly, appreciating the fact that he trusted her so deeply. She nodded. 

He peppered her with soft kisses before he strode out to begin his work day. Sab could feel eyes on her. She tried to ignore them…she wasn't spy material. 

Violet was pleasantly surprised once they got back that Charlie was much softer and more welcoming about her clients and business. He was even engaging more people in conversation although not many. 

Which was good because Thomas had brought more travelers into the yard to help move his product. His cousin Johnny dogged was a particular delight. Charlie even seemed to tolerate him more. 

What Violet wasn't thrilled about was the fact that with Tom bringing in more illegal business mostly because it was taking Charlie away from her more. 

The only time they spent apart as of late was when he was traveling. Of course he  no longer allowed a lady onto the barge. Bad luck and all. She knew he was trying to protect her. 

"Vi!" Violet's head whipped around to the sound of her little sister's voice. Even Thomas seemed surprised snubbing out his cigarette and leaping down like a boy  to see what she was up to. 

She carried two huge bound ledgers to switch her. Violet ran over to her and flung open the caravan door ushering her inside.

"Start the kettle, Thomas and I will join you in a moment." Violet smiled at Charlie. She had been missing Sabrina, especially since Serafina's departure. 

"Bossy DeGhant woman." Thomas commented with a smirk as he entered her home.

"You got the least bossy DeGhant, soldier, count yourself lucky." She teased. Charlie chuckled. 

"Isn't that the truth." Charlie ribbed at Thomas who just grinned and shook his head. Sabrina had already raided the cupboards and was setting up for tea. 

"So tonight my numbers in that book will change right?" Sabrina asked over her shoulder as she pulled down clear containers to read tea labels. Not everything Violet cultivated was safe for human consumption. 

"Correct." Thomas' voice was curt. He clearly didn't want to talk about it. Charlie shifted in his seat next to Violet. 

"I know it's not my business but if you needed a cloaking spell I'd be happy to work with Sabrina. Make a fog thick enough to hide your…activities." Violet glanced around the table. Thomas and Charlie were exchanging looks and secret conversations through their eyes. 

"As long as it doesn't take too much energy. I don't want Sabrina sleeping it off for days." Thomas replied off handed, sipping the tea his beloved had handed him. Violets frowned and raised an eyebrow at Sabrina who blushed and lowered her head suddenly interested in the flowers in her hot water. 

"How often has this been happening?" She asked concern deeply laced in her motherly voice.  She moved her tea away from her and honed in on her baby sister. 

"Once." Sabrina said confidently not wanting Violets stern demeanor on her anymore. 

"Once too many." Thomas and Violet said in unison. Sabrina leaned back in the booth. She hated being a baby sometimes. Violet smirked.

"You should try being the eldest sister sometime." 

"You gonna lie to me again today?" Luca's Lanky and predatory figure was reclining against the door frame of their expansive bedroom. His arms were crossed and he was picking at his nails. His moss green eyes studied her frozen form carefully. He had his shirt rolled up to his fore arms exposing his muscle. 

He kept fit despite being the boss. He cleared his voice.

Serafina stood by a table in the bedroom, her bones,cards and candles purified. 

"You are interrupting a staff meeting Caro." They both smiled at her amusing sentence. "Staff meetings", as she called them, were when she was trying to get other worldly answers. He didn't like it when she held her witchy meetings in the bedroom but he was getting used to her practice and methods. He was also wearing his rosary more. 

"Pause your meeting, tell your constituents you'll be right back. You have more important business to attend to at the moment."  He sauntered towards her slowly. She could tell by the stiffness in his jaw and the way he rubbed the slight stubble that he was displeased with her.

She smirked knowing she was still in trouble for something. She raised an eyebrow challenging him, hoping to provoke a reaction that would lead to sex. 

"You ain't gettin any until you tell me how you're feeling." His voice was full of concern as he leaned against their generous foot board and crossed his arms. He was inspecting her. 

 Her eyes were smudged with dark circles and it wasn't from the kohl eyeliner. She was getting almost obsessive with seeking her answers. She made the phone calls to New Orleans and made plans to visit much to her fiance's chagrin. He didn't want her doing any traveling in her delicate state. He didn't know she'd be exposed to our precious child growing within her womb.

"I'm feeling irritated my love. I can't seem to solidify any answers." She tossed her runes and scoffed. 

"Why don't you snuff those candles and come lay down." He dropped his voice to a deep husk as he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck and nudged her jaw with his nose. She tilted her head to the side and gave him access to start nibbling on her neck. 

"Well how can I refuse with an offer like this Caro." She snaked her arm behind his head and allowed him to gently walk her to their bed.

"Lay down." He commanded. She grinned and ran her stocking clad leg up to his crotch. She giggled suggestively causing him to release a deep laugh. 

"You're insatiable, you know that right."  He said he gently lay on top of her slowly grinding into her still nonshowing form. Her breasts, ass and hips were filling out. He'd commented on them the other day and how he loved having more of her to hold unto. 

She decided then that he was perfect. Just for her of course.

"Getting me pregnant made it worse." She crooned and licked his ear causing him to moan and buck into her harder.

"Nah, now you're just as insatiable as an Italian woman." He commented before sliding his hand up her dress. She smiled knowing she'd get her way with him. 

[pikayeollie]

💗💖💕💘✨🔪

Thank you so much for the ask darling 💙 

💗- who do you miss?

I’ve really been missing my second family and my friends who live in Seoul 😔I was speaking to them yesterday and just had that longing feeling to spend time with them in person. I’m waiting for flight tickets to be released so I can visit them again ☺️

💖- have you ever been in love?

I thought I was when I was younger but that was just stupidity 😂so no, I don’t think I have ever been in love 

💕- are you crushing on someone?

yeah, the tall one with the cute ears 🥰but irl no, I don’t have a crush on anyone

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

1) humour 

2) kindness

3) i’m a hoe for anyone who has an interest in music lol 

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Moana! I’m from Sri Lanka which is a tiny island and all those island scenes in Moana just reminded me of home. Also, those coconut trees and almost everything made out of something natural! That was my childhood! My front yard used to be filled with coconut trees and mango trees 😭Plus, Moana has curly hair, her skin is brown and I feel like we share some personality traits too ☺️ sorry that was so long gjhkf

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

So in my culture, we do this memory day prayer/ritual for members of the family that have passed away. After one of those rituals, my family and I were sitting in the living room just chatting.

Important notes before I continue:

1) we hang up a picture of our family member’s that have passed away and we hang a flower garland on the picture frame

2) on this particular evening the windows were closed, the front door was closed, it wasn’t windy outside, nothing! 

Ok, so while everyone was chatting, my little brother and I got into a fight and he started crying. Everyone was trying to comfort him and he eventually stopped crying. Shortly after that, my mother’s photo and the flower garland on it started swinging back and forth out of nowhere! And the flower that I put onto the garland dropped to the floor while all the other flowers stayed intact! 

That was my mum’s way of telling me off for getting into a fight with my lil bro. I was so creeped out dkgdlfdg legit got the chills while writing the last part 😭

send me a sweet and pure ask~

[the-fiction-witch]

No Girls?

Media The Maze Runner : Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smutty / Flirty

Concept A Glade with No Girls

Smut: Sexy Discussions / Sexual Language / Semi Nudity

I sat watching the ocean shift and change with each of its little waves, the ship to the side being worked on relentlessly by anyone with enough skill to do so. I sat repairing various clothes and tent flaps that had been dropped off to me a skill I'd always used and honestly enjoyed something about sitting down with a needle and some thread was so very calming indeed. But I wasn't alone I had newt beside me one of the group A boys who had gotten cosy with Vince I got along with most of them but newt especially we had a comfort with each other I suppose he had a day off from his usual work welding and cutting metal work on the ship a task Vince trained him in as his steady hand was well suited for it. But today he was resting his ankle up sitting with me as I worked. 

"Why didn't you try a big ladder?'

"We did. Couldn't build one big enough."

"What about like scaffolding?'

"Y/n I don't know how else to explain this to you the walls were too big to do that." 

"Did you try a big stick?" I asked and he glared at me "do like a pole vault" 

"Your really just not getting how big these walls are"

"No if it's a wall it can be scaled." 

"Okay so if you could get to the top then what?"

"Walk along the top."

"That doesn't connect. And moves every night"

"Fine. Still sounds dull"

"Says the girl who lived in a shopping centre with a bunch of cranks for two years"

"I wore stylish pre apocalypse fashion, ate so many fancy candies and slept on a whole bed of teddy bears. My life was awesome" 

"Sure sounds like it" he laughed

"So how many girls again?'

"One"

"Ooohh bet you boys fought over her. Or what she just one of those free love types who'd let all of you straight boys at her"

"No, she was only in the glade a week so"

"How long were you in there?'

"Three years"

"And you had one girl for a week?'

"Yeah'

"I'm surprised she got out the box without being drowned"

"...by what?" 

"A river of goo"

He glared at me again "we didn't all immediately jizz ourselves when we saw a girl"

"Really? Cause I think sixty boys in a large maze together for three years would be pretty hyped for a girl. Except the gay guys they probably didn't care all that much. Bisexuals hyped over threewaY possibilities. Asexuals wouldn't really care either" I explained

"I mean Thomas may have jizzed himself but that's because she's his girlfriend"

"Ohh. But you really spent three years with nothing but big smelly boys?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't that bad we had showers"

"Yeah I know what boys are like you showered once in a month if your lucky"

"...true." he sighed 

"Didn't you have buckets too?'

"Yeah for klunk" 

"Did you have laundry?'

'not really. Just brush it off if it gets dirt on it"

"Ugggh I get why the one girl lasted a week she probably couldn't stand the smell, sweaty smell unwashed teenage boys who don't wash their laundry and have shit buckets, all allowed to fester and go all sour"

"Okay now you say it… we probably were disgusting" 

"You shower more now right?"

"Every other day, I would everyday but the showers aren't that private…" 

"Awwww you shy newt?" I giggled

"Shy? Don't want people seeing my dick? Whatever you wanna call it" 

"But really no girls?"

"No girls."

"Awwww poor newtie spent all the formative teen time without anything to imagine" 

"I can imagine. I have an imagination"

"But you spent all that time without comparison. From when you where a tiny baby boy to now big strong boy" I smiled leaning on his shoulder 

"It wasn't that bad"

"What did you use to do? At night?"

"Sleep?"

"Newt, you were trapped in their from what 13 onwards. Your really going to try and tell me you didn't.. you know after lights out" 

"Did you?'

"Constantly I was bored. It helps me sleep"

"Do you… still?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just… curious" he blushed "no, I uhh never really had time, or the privacy"

"Awwwwww poor newtie." I giggled hugging him tightly and immediately I noticed "hi"

"Hi"

"Be careful with that I only just repaired those pants newt" I warned him going back to my sewing as he turned bright red "newt?'

'yes?" 

"You ever seen boobs?"

"... How much boob?"

"How much have you seen?"

"I saw Teresa's in her shirt… and also a little down her shirt"

"Dirty boy"

"She was laying down it wasn't intentional!"

"That it?"

"That's it" 

"You ever touched a boob?"

"Nope"

"You ever seen ass?"

"I mean I've seen Minho. And fry. Infact most boys"

"I meant girls"

"No."

"Ever seen a? Lady area?"

"No,"

"... would you want to?" I asked 

He went bright red stuttering a lot barely able to make eye contact with me "I mean uhhh well I uhh I guess I uhh what I mean is uhh kinda"

I chuckled and finished my last few stitches throwing my finished work in the basket "you're sweet newt" I smiled moving to stand In Front of him and I lifted my shirt long enough for him to look before dropping it back down and giving his cheek a kiss even if he was basically frozen with his eyes wide in place "see you later" I laughed taking my basket and headed back to camp 

[kringletheelf04]

Caught and Laura is a bitch

(Chapter 9 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

"What the hell is this?!"

I wake up with a start, nearly falling off the bed. An arm pulls me back before I can fall. I open my eyes as Bernard pulls me back up. I recognize that voice as my fathers. Uh oh.

"Why is there a person in your bed with you? And with Charlie here nonetheless! I though you were more responsible than this." Dad degrades me.

"Ugh. Can you turn it down a few notches first." I groan. "Secondly it's just my boyfriend!"

The light flicks on and I shield my eyes. "I'm sorry that my dad is insane Bernard." I apologize.

"Bernard! How the hell did you even get here?" Dad asks.

"Magic." Bernard deadpans, running his eyes from the light.

"Well, I apologize (y/n). But you should have told me." Dad shuffles into the room.

I rub my forehead as Bernard scoots closer to me.

"Told you what? My soulmate from the North Pole is spending the night?" I ask exasperated.

"Well when you put it like that..." dad mumbles.

"What's going on in here?" A small voice rings out from the doorway.

Charlie stands there, blanket in hand and a teddy bear dressed as Santa Claus tucked under his arm.

"Nothing sport. Your dad just didn't know I was staying over tonight." Bernard explains.

"Can I sleep in here with you guys? I had a nightmare!" Charlie stumbles to the bed.

I look to Bernard and he nods.

"Come on buddy. You'll be safe in here with us." I smile, picking Charlie up from the ground.

"I'm sorry for accusing you kid. I've just been so stressed going through these changes." Dad starts.

"I have too! My ears have grown points and I can now talk to animals. I'm still developing powers and Bernard has been helping me." I explain.

"So... how long has this been going on exactly?" Dad asks.

"Well... kinda since a week after the incident." I grimace.

"I mean no disrespect Santa. But they ARE my soulmate. This would have happens whether you became Santa or not." Bernard clasps his hand in mine.

"I guess we always knew you were destined for something greater than this. I just wish your mother could see you now." Dad starts tearing up.

"Oh, dad!" I get up, hugging him tight.

He realizes me from the hug and pats my shoulder.

"I think I'm going to need some sleep kiddo. Have a good night." He kisses me on the cheek, his beard tickling my cheek.

He shuts the door behind him, turning off the lights in the process.

"I'm sorry, I wouldn't have stayed or I knew you'd get in trouble." Bernard starts.

I cut him off with a quick kiss.

"Don't you even start Mr! I wanted you here as much as you wanted to stay. Now let's get some well deserved rest."

"Yes my snowbird." He beams at me.

Charlie snuggles into my side, practically straddling my leg. Bernard reaches around me and scoots as close as he can.

"Goodnight darling." I yawn.

(TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY TEDDY BEARS)

I woke up to no Bernard. The pajamas he borrowed neatly folded and set on the bedside table. Today is the dad Laura is taking dad to court. With our luck it won't be a good outcome. And with Charlie telling everyone about dad being Santa makes it seem like he's in unfit father. I'm going to court with him to testify for him to keep custody.

Charlie is cuddled into my side lightly snoring. I look sadly down at him, knowing that today very well may be the last time I see him. I gently scoot away. Taking this time to get dressed. I put on a blazer, collared shirt, slacks and a clip on tie. I ponder how to hide my ears and settle on a thick elastic headband. I walk downstairs and start to get breakfast ready.

"So, how do I look?" Dad saunters into the kitchen.

I turn to see him barely fitting into his suit.

"Err..." I pull a face and shake my head.

"I guess I'll just go with a sweater." Dad trudges off.

"Pancakes!!!" Charlie runs into the kitchen, hopping up onto the bar stool by the kitchen island.

"Yes, pancakes with maple syrup just for you!" I set the plate in front of him.

"Thanks (y/n)! You're the best!" Charlie says before shoveling pancakes into his mouth.

"Now remember! You can't say anything about Bernard, or dad being Santa, or me being the spirit of Christmas. Can you remember that sport?" I ruffle his hair.

"I'll try!" Charlie smiles.

“Good." I smile back.

After breakfast we all head into the car. I buckle Charlie's car seat and hop into the passenger seat of the car. It takes about ten minutes to drive to the courthouse and it's silent the entire way. Everything has a nervous air about it.

We go into the building and the proceedings start. Soon I am called to the stand.

"Your honor, Scott has been nothing but a good father to Charlie and I. He raised me on his own when my mother died as a young child. He's been constantly working to provide for Charlie and I. Never a day went by that we were hungry or not wanted. I want nothing but the best for Charlie." I tell the judge and he dismisses me from the courtroom.

Sitting outside the courtroom, I can't help but feel teary eyed. Dad comes out soon.

"They're talking to Charlie one on one. They said they'll call us back when they reached a verdict." Dad says, tears blooming in the corners of his eyes.

I pay the back of dad and I hear the potter patter of little footsteps.

"It's all okay. I told the judge everything about you and the North Pole!" Charlie beams.

Uh oh.

We are called back into the room. I sit next to dad, his hand enveloping mine.

The judge bangs his gavel and begins to speak. "After reviewing all of your testimonies, I've come to a very difficult decision. I'm sorry to do this in light of the holiday season, but in the best interest of the child, I'm granting the petition of Dr and Mrs Miller. Mr Calvin, as of today, all of your visitation rights are suspended pending a hearing after the first of the year."

Tears leak from my eyes and I have to support dad from collapsing in anguish. Leaving the courtroom all I can think is 'Laura is such a mega bitch!'

[headfullofpresley]

Elvis Presley Tag Game

Hi babies! I know there's already a few of these floating around, but I decided to make one as well because I love doing and reading these (so definitely tag me in yours~). Also, ignore me naming 300 songs for each question, I couldn't pick one 💀.

Questions are under the cut. 💗

When was the first time you heard of Elvis?

He's always been in my life because his music has always been played in my family (especially during Christmas lol), so I guess I kinda grew up with him.

What's your favorite era?

I love him in all era's tbh, but the 60s have a special place in my heart.

Favorite song(s) from the '50s?

Harbor Lights, How Do You Think I Feel, Anyplace Is Paradise, Don't Be Cruel, Wear My Ring Around Your Neck, Ain't That Loving You Baby, I Was The One, One-Sided Love Affair.

Favorite song(s) from the '60s?

Dirty, Dirty Feeling, Make Me Know It, Such A Night, Surrender, Reconsider Baby, Starting Today, (Such An) Easy Question, Witchcraft, Little Sister, Kiss Me Quick, True Love Travels On a Gravel Road, Suspicious Minds, Summer Kisses, Winter Tears.

Favorite song(s) from the '70s?

The Wonder of You, Patch It Up, We Can Make the Morning, Always on My Mind, If You Talk in Your Sleep, Moody Blue, Make The World Go Away, Snowbird, Never Been to Spain, I'll Never Fall in Love Again, Are You Sincere, This is Our Dance, Walk A Mile in My Shoes. I CAN'T JUST PICK ONE LMAO

All time favorite song(s) that you simply cannot skip?

How Do You Think I Feel, Starting Today, Moody Blue, I'll Never Fall in Love Again and Make The World Go Away.

Least favorite song?

Tutti Frutti, Ready Teddy and Milkcow Blues Boogie. don't hate me 👀

Favorite gospel song(s)?

Swing Down Sweet Chariot, How Great Thou Art, Crying in The Chapel, Bosom of Abraham and Lead Me, Guide Me.

Favorite country song(s)?

Snowbird, Whole Lot-ta Shakin' Goin' On, Funny How Time Slips Away, The Fool, Flaming Star, U.S. Male.

Favorite non-English song?

We'll Be Together (most of it is english but it still counts bc i love this song ☻), Wooden Heart and Santa Lucia.

A song(s) that makes you feel nostalgic?

Jailhouse Rock, Can't Help Falling in Love, Heartbreak Hotel, A Little Less Conversation, Are You Lonesome Tonight and Return to Sender - they remind me of my childhood sm.

A song(s) that makes you cry?

There's Always Me, I Need Somebody to Lean On and Unchained Melody.

A song(s) that makes you wanna dance?

Polk Salad Annie, The Love Machine, Vino, Dinero Y Amor, Bossa Nova Baby, Rock-A-Hula Baby, Return to Sender, Slicin' Sand, Happy Ending, Blue River, A Little Less Conversation.

Favorite song Elvis has covered?

SWEEEEET CAROLINE! 💃🏼

What's a modern song you wish you could hear Elvis cover?

Paper Doll by John Mayer - i want it, i need it! *slams table*. also, Roller Coaster by Danny Vera.

Do you prefer vinyl or CD?

I love both and I love the nostalgic feel of a vinyl, but when it comes to sound, I prefer CDs.

Favorite album?

From Elvis in Memphis, Love Letters from Elvis, From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee and Moody Blue.

Favorite movie soundtrack?

Blue Hawaii, King Creole, It Happened At The World's Fair and Fun in Acapulco.

Favorite live performance?

The Ed Sullivan performances, my god. But I'm also obsessed with the show from August 11, 1970 for That's The Way It Is.

A live performance you wish you were present at?

My ass would be front row at every show, idc.

Favorite jumpsuit(s)?

Adonis, Black Conquistador (IM OBSESSED I TELL YOU; OBSESSED!), Conchos, Royal Blue Fireworks, American Eagle, Pharao and Silver Phoenix. His two piece fits were also very *chef's kiss*.

LIKE HELLO????? TALENTED, BRILLIANT, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, SHOW STOPPING, SPECTACULAR, NEVER THE SAME, TOTALLY UNIQUE, COMPLETELY NOT EVER BEEN DONE BEFORE!!!!

Favorite movie(s)?

Blue Hawaii, Fun in Acapulco, Flaming Star and It Happened at The World's Fair. Also Viva Las Vegas and King Creole and Loving You and I'm going to shut up now.

Least favorite movie(s)?

Harum Scarum, Stay Away Joe, Kissin' Cousins and The Trouble with Girls.

Favorite co-star?

Ann-Margret and Shelley Fabares.

Favorite documentary?

Elvis by the Presleys, That's The Way It Is, Elvis on Tour and Elvis: Return to Tupelo.

Favorite interview?

This one right here. I can listen to this man talk for hours and fell asleep to this many many times lol.

Favorite car?

The Purple Cadillac Eldorado is sexy af. And also the Stutz Blackhawk... loooord.. 🥵

Do you collect merch? If so, what's the one thing you hold most dear to your heart?

I spend too much money on this man (woops), but I'm obsessed with Elvis and the Birth of Rock and Roll which contains Alfred Wertheimer's amazing work. Andddd a collector's item of the Blue Hawaii soundtrack. 💙

Do you think you'll be a fan of Elvis for the rest of your life?

Yes yes yes. He's such a big and important part of my life, I can't imagine him not being in it anymore.

tagging some of my lovely mutuals: @woundmetender @eliseinmemphis @foreverdolly @septembersghost @mrpresley @marriedtopresley @elvispresleywife @ab4eva @elvisabutler @infatuatedharleys @steph-speaks @mooodyblue - if i missed anyone, sorry bbies!

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: rock rose

The next morning arrives slowly, Sirius never sleeping. He's not sure that he does sleep anymore, every time he wakes finding himself in the same spot as though he's had no choice in the matter, his body aching, head throbbing, everything disorienting like he's been pulled through thick gelatin and deposited somewhere he doesn't belong. He's only just managed to find the strength to move again when there's a loud knock on the door, and Sirius hears a small crash from the bedroom.

Remus emerges as another knock sounds a minute later. He's sleep-rumbled, his waves of brown hair chaotic over his head, reminiscent of James'. He's wearing a pair of too-loose bottoms, his wrinkled shirt having ridden up enough with his movements to reveal a small section of pale, scarred flesh over his side just along his waistband. He makes a hasty line for the front door, but he freezes, eyes settling on Sirius as he slowly works his way to his feet again.

"Fuck," curses Remus under his breath, looking as though he's forgotten, or maybe that he thought Sirius' presence had been nothing more than a dream. He seems disappointed. "You can't be here, but here you are." He frowns deeply, the expression only intensifying as a more insistent knock sounds and the muffled voice of a woman calls out.

"Remus, are you in there?"

Remus groans a little as he fixes Sirius with a sharp glare. "Stay there," he warns. "Stay out of the way. Do not speak."

He doesn't wait on a response, which is for the best as Sirius is too baffled to form a proper one before the man is tugging the door open. A woman with bright pink hair stands on the other side, tiny in stature, Remus more than a head taller than her, her heart-shaped face staring up at him curiously.

"Sorry," he apologizes quickly. "You're early. Or I'm late. I'm not sure which." He shakes his head as the woman's eyebrows pinch together. "Late night," he finally says, sighing a little at the end.

The woman provides him with an odd look before she shrugs. "Wotcher, Remus," is all she says. Remus smiles softly at her.

"Good morning, Dora."

The woman – Dora – reaches up and cups one side of Remus' face with a small hand, her expression shifting with concern. "You look tired," she observes. "Are you feeling all right after – "

"Yes," interjects Remus quickly, cutting across her words. "I'm fine, I promise. It was just a late night. Loads of unpacking."

Dora hums quietly, glancing around for a moment. "Nice place. Good on you," she praises, and Sirius watches as Remus shifts from foot to foot awkwardly, Dora plucking at the beading forming a rock rose over her jacket as she watches him. "Right, well, I've got to go. We are a bit early, but they need me there sooner today. I only found out this morning or I would have told you."

"It's fine, really," says Remus, waving his hand at her even as she turns back to the hall beyond the door.

"Teddy, c'mon. Leave the cat alone. I think you've poked at it enough. He's not interested, mate," she calls out, and then a boy with bright blue hair is appearing in the doorway, barreling forward and into Remus before he stops, Remus grunting a little from the impact even as he laughs, the action lighting up his face.

"Child," says Sirius before he can stop himself, feeling a jolt of shock race through him. The woman and boy ignore him as though he hasn't spoken, but Remus shoots him another hateful glare.

"Be good for Dad, Ted," say Dora, running her hand over the boy's bright head. "I'll see you in a few days."

Sirius shakes his head. "Dad?" he hisses questioningly, mostly to himself. He remains ignored this time, but he can see Remus' shoulders stiffening.

The pair bids the woman goodbye, and then Remus is closing the door. He scrubs over his face for a moment, glancing at Sirius warily in the process before his eyes drop to his son.

"What d'you think of the place?" he asks curiously.

"S'nice," mumbles Teddy. "Big. Do I have my own room this time?"

Something in the excitement of the inquiry hits Sirius in the chest even as Remus' eyes flash oddly, a forced sort of smile tugging into place on his mouth. "You do, yeah. Have you had breakfast?" At Teddy's nod of affirmation, Remus' smile pulls into something truer. "Then why don't you go inspect it while I get dressed, then I'll take you to school? Sound good?"

"Great!" chirps Teddy, but then his eyes are landing on the fireplace, gaze sliding over Sirius. "Neat!" he cries, rushing forward, Remus following quickly at his heels as he approaches Sirius. "You've got a fireplace this time."

Sirius takes a surprised step back as the boy stops in front of him, but he smiles, thoughts locked on Harry. He's always been good with kids.

"Hiya, lad," he greets, hand reaching out as Teddy inspects the brickwork around the empty grate.

"Don't do that!" shouts Remus, his own arm darting out and connecting with Sirius' just as his hand comes down over Teddy's shoulder. The force of the collision sends Sirius' fingers crashing into Teddy, but they never hit, slipping through him instead, Remus gripping around his wrist as he pulls back.

Teddy lurches backwards in shock, but neither man notices, staring at where the boy and Sirius' hand had been in muted horror.

"I wasn't doing anything!" cries Teddy defensively, glaring balefully up at his father. "I was only looking. I never even touched it. What are you staring at, Dad?"

"What the fuck was that?" demands Sirius, pulling his wrist from Remus' firm grip. The other man only shakes his head, and Teddy frowns. Sirius looks down at him. "Can he see me?" he asks Remus, eyes fixing on the boy. "Can you see me?"

Teddy continues gazing at his father as though Sirius doesn't exist, and he stumbles back a few steps. Remus' mouth works, eyes wide and awestruck.

"Sorry, Ted," he finally manages. "I didn't mean to shout. I thought I…saw something. It's fine. I'm sorry. Go look at your room, all right? We'll leave soon."

Teddy slowly wanders off, but Sirius doesn't even wait until he's gone before he's muttering, "He can't see me. He can't see me. I bet she couldn't see me either. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?"

"You can't even touch him," breathes out Remus after a long while, staring after his son. "But I can touch you. You're solid. To me, you're solid, but not for him."

"What the hell does any of that mean?" snaps Sirius, feeling desperate confusion clawing up his throat.

Remus shakes his head. "I don't know," he mumbles, "but I have to take him to school. I'll…be back. Just – "

"Stay here?" snarls Sirius before he snorts derisively. "Doesn't seem as though I've much choice, does it?"

Remus doesn't respond, turning and disappearing down the hall, leaving Sirius alone in his bafflement, head spinning and throbbing again, eyes squinting against the pain.

[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

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"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

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"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

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"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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light pitter-patters of the rain | sjy

↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: sim jaeyun / jake x reader ft. layla  ↬ genre: fluff | established relationship au  ↬ warnings: none ↬ w/c: 555 ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name ↬ a/n: this is part of the 500 followers event but we’re almost to 800 followers now and i'm just like how ??

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When you wake up, it’s around 10 am. The light pitter-patters of the rain falling onto your roof and trailing off the windows. The world outside looks dreary and bleak with gray skies overshadowing yesterday’s blue one. Amidst how boring outside looks and the loud honks of cars on the streets, all you feel is safety and peacefulness within the comfort of your and Jake’s home. From besides you, you feel Jake nestling his face deeper into the crook of your neck and you find yourself running your hand through his soft cotton candy like hair. After a few minutes, you boop the tip of his nose, whispering,

“Jaeyun.” Your ears are met with incoherent mumbles as his eyes stay closed you can’t help but ask,

“Are you pretending to stay asleep?” to which he only shakes his head and mumbles,

“No love,” with a smile. You feel Layla’s presence when she jumps onto the bed and settles on the other side of you. Like father, like daughter it seemed as the two loves of your life now surrounded you.

“Good morning, baby,” you say as your attention leaves Jake and shifts to Layla. Beginning to pet her fur,

“I’m your baby,” Jake replies with a slight scoff. You feel his arms hug you tighter, legs moving on top of yours, and suddenly his scent is all that fills your nose but you can’t bring yourself to complain. The rain continues to fall, seemingly harder as the seconds go by causing you to sigh,

“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to go outside today.” You were kind of sad, after all, you and Jake had an entire day planned where you were going to bring Layla out to the city and walk around but that clearly wasn’t going to happen due to the rain.

“We can still have fun at home.”

“Does mean you’re gonna get off of me so I can feed my baby?”

“I’m not hungry yet,” he replied with a frown at the thought of letting you go.

“C’mon, you big teddy bear. You can come with to feed Layla.” Jake ultimately stays latched onto you. With his arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you from behind while following your every step, it’s a little hard to walk around the house but you make no effort to pull away from his hold. The rain continues to fall for the rest of the day which results in a movie marathon spent in the living room and dishes left in the sink to become the worries of tomorrow. You end up settled on the living room couch, you laying on top of Jake and Layla laying on top of you. With neither of you actually wanting to get up when night falls, you decided to sleep on the couch. Sure it was kind of small and you had an actual bed waiting just a few steps away but the couch allowed for the type of closeness you and Jake were missing from each other. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and hear Jake lowering the volume of the tv. This time, your head rests in the crook of his neck while you’ve got one hand on top of Layla. As you fall asleep, the light pitter-patters of the rain begins to fade.

↬ a/n: i'm kind of curious but for the ppl reading this, based off of the way i write, how old do y'all think i am? 👀

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Furry problem

If you ask me how exactly I came up with this idea, I don't know.

It was a mixture of an episode of the Kardashians reality show, a personal story of when my sister was pregnant, stories from other people, and many other things ahahhaha

I hope you like it, it's a one shot with no purpose other than to show that Harry is a lovely husband

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"Harry, you need to help me," A very pregnant Ginny appeared in the doorway, naked and still wet from her shower, looking already sweaty.

Harry, who was lying comfortably on the bed waiting to fall asleep, sat down on the mattress, not wanting to show that he was tired. Last night he was woken up twice, once by a crying James who had the flu and couldn't sleep, and once by Ginny, who couldn't get up to go to the bathroom because of the pain in her back.

All day, he took turns taking care of James, who was still sick, helping Ginny with her aches and pains, and making sure Teddy didn't kill himself while flying in the garden.

Harry really wanted to sleep.

"Hmm?"

"You're going to need to shave me." Even though they were married, she was pregnant for the second time, Harry still felt his neck burn, as he saw his wife's cheeks turn pink too. "I can't do it alone, and I'm not going to go to an epilator because I'm ashamed, and tomorrow I'm going to take those pictures and I don't feel comfortable this way," Her eyes filled with tears, as each week it became more and more common. "And you know how I regretted not taking more pictures of James' pregnancy, but I don't feel pretty!"

"Couldn't Hermione help you? I think she knows-"

"But I don't want to show her my pussy, Harry! And I thought, like it was you who got me in this state," She pointed angrily at her belly. "You would help me! It's not like you never saw me down there!" Harry doubted the reddening was now from embarrassment, the tears already dried from anger, and it took a lot of effort not to laugh.

"Fine, I'll help you," He stood up, not wanting to pick a fight with her. Ginny had been a lot more nervous the last few days, and it was all too easy to make her lose her mind - he knew that from experience. ''But you'll have to explain to me how to do it, I've never done it,'' He usually wore a razor, never having liked the shaving lotion Ginny used.

''Okay,'' She walked back to the bathroom, looking like an adorable wet penguin, but of course, Harry would never say that. ''I tried to do it myself, but you know... I can't see, and it hurts my back to be bent over for too long.''

"I thought you didn't mind the fur?" Ginny re-entered the bath, now dry, and again, Harry felt his cheeks burn as she lifted her feet and propped them on the ledges on either side, giving him a wide-open view of the whole situation down there.

Yes, he'd gotten her pregnant, and obviously for that he'd seen her naked many times, but it was a different situation.

''I don't care, but I do too,'' She shrugged, handing him the lotion. ''Apply a thin layer with this spatula, all over the area, in the opposite direction of hair growth,'' He nodded, sitting across from her in the tub and getting ready to get to work. “It’s just… I feel weird, I don’t know, and she told me it wouldn’t make any difference, that I just need to feel comfortable, and now, I don’t,”

''Does it hurt?'' He applied the lotion that smells like lemon and mint, the green color was light and the texture felt like glue, making the work of spreading a little difficult. Harry thought it would have been easier if she had asked him to use the razor, but Ginny had already complained about allergies, so he chose not to ask about it.

''No, it's just cold,'' Ginny closed her eyes, her hand resting on her big belly. ''He moved a lot today, I feel tired,''

''Maybe he sensed that we're going to take pictures tomorrow? You know, with you feeling anxious and all,''

“Who knows… James got better?”

''He was able to breathe through his nose again,'' Harry said, taking more product. ''I used that potion your mother gave us when I got the flu, remember?'' Ginny nodded. ''But, his throat is still red, and he complained that he can't swallow painlessly,''

''I hope he wakes up better tomorrow, if not, it will be harder than usual to take the pictures,'' The two agreed. James had learned to say no, and he was in a bit of a rough spot where nothing pleased him and nothing made him happy. ''How's Teddy? I couldn't even see him fly today, the baby sucked all my energy,''

''He flew well, without getting hurt, but he still can't get back to the ground without losing his balance. I believe that by next week he'll get better at that... Do you want me to... do everything?''

''Yes, please,'' He nodded, grabbing more lotion and starting to work on her ass. ''In ten minutes, we can wash everything,''

''Are you happy? With the pictures tomorrow?'' He looked at her, and as much as Ginny nodded, she wasn't smiling. ''We can reschedule if you don't feel well,''

''No, I’m... I'm happy, I'm excited, it's just that... it's strange, even if I'm already in my second pregnancy, it's strange to be in this body, you know? I don't know, my self-esteem has dropped a little in the last few days, I think it's because stretch marks started to appear on my back,'' Her eyes had a glassy glint that Harry had grown more and more used to seeing.

''I know it's not about this, but you're beautiful. I don't think I've ever thought you were as beautiful as you are now,'' She smiled this time, but tears spilled down her cheeks.

''You said that when I was pregnant with James too... and postpartum,'' Harry shrugged.

''It's because you always manage to look even more beautiful, it's impressive... I think the fact that you're pregnant again, that our family is increasing... I don't know, all of that makes you even more beautiful in my eyes,'' He ran the last spatula of the product, thinking he'd done a pretty good job for someone who'd never shaved anyone before.

Everything about her was covered in this green goo, and all of her hairs seemed to slowly stick to the lotion.

''Thanks,'' Ginny smiled, wiping away her tears. ''I'm glad you convinced me to take the pictures,''

''It'll be fun, you'll see,'' Harry kissed her calf, glad he'd at least managed to get a smile out of her. ''Now is just wait,''

“You are the best husband in the world.”

[msookyspooky]

I am so glad you liked it babes!!! It legit pained me to write the ending bc Randy and y/n are endgame idc idc.

BUT i've decided to bestow some mercy and write a part two with a happy ending. 😌😘💗

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Once Randy left, you finally allow yourself to cry. Hot tears flow down your face and to stop yourself from totally breaking down, you put your hand over your mouth to cover any sounds, the only sound is muffled crying as you slide down the wall and curl yourself into a ball.

If only Billy, Stu, and James could see you now. They'd get a kick out of it.

Gathering your nerves, you pick yourself up from the floor, you make way to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

You don't even bother to turn the light on, just letting the night light give off a small glow.

You catch your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy and tears stained your cheeks. But you didn't care. You just lost your best, and only, friends in a matter of seconds.

All because you decided two help two psychos who seen too many movies.

You gripped and stared down at the drain as you tried to hold in tears. You were suffering the consequences of your idiotic actions and you had no idea how to claw your way back to the land of the living.

Why did you ever agree to help those pricks in the first place?

The more you thought about Randy and Dewey, the more you felt your throat grow harder to breathe in as you choked out a pitiful sob followed by your building tears finally overflowing from your eyes.

After the shower and some loud sobbing, you step out and go into your bedroom and quickly change into a tank-top and sweats.

You hear the floor creaking and before you realize what was going on, you quickly grab the gun from the drawer and aim it but you don't pull the trigger.

"Miss us, sweet cheeks?"

Your eyes widen as Billy and Stu come into view.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Missed ya!" Stu says, throwing himself on your bed and grabbing your teddy bear, the teddy bear Randy had won you at a carnival a few years ago. You send Stu a glare as you snatch the bear away from him and place it back into place.

Billy stands in place, his arms crossed, not saying anything.

"No, seriously, why the fuck are you two here?"

"Business," Stu jokes.

Again you send him a glare before turning to Billy, hoping he could give you a serious answer.

"We won't be long. We just wanted to tell you that we think we know who the killer is."

"No. I'm done."

"But, sweet cheeks," Stu starts.

You cut him off. "No, shut up. I've lost my two best friends today. All because I had to help you two shit heads."

"What do you mean?" Billy says.

"I told him that you were alive and I knew and that I was helping you."

"You did what?!" Billy says.

Normally, you would flinch. You've did it with James whenever you would fight or in the past when Billy or Stu would raise their voices. This time though, you truly didn't care.

'Yeah. Now, I want you gone. I want you to leave and get the fuck out of my life. For good."

"Your life would be so boring without us, admit it," Stu says.

"I think I would sleep a lot better."

"You really want us to leave and stay away?" Billy asks.

You nod. Pack, skip town and go to a different state or even country, change your identities, and don't contact me again. No letters, no texts, no calls."

Stu sighs as he gets up from the bed. "Fine. But you're going to miss us."

"Doubt it. Now, get the fuck out. Now." You pointed the loaded gun at them both.

They didn't say anything as they both nod and leave. You make sure they actually leave before you try to find Randy and Dewey.

You find the duo at a motel.

"Please, Ra-" you stop yourself, "Randy. Please let me in."

Randy sighs before letting you in.

You sit at the edge of the bed, trying not to give into the urge to just break down in his arms.

"I know this is all my fault, Randy. It was my decision to help them and I should have told you immediately."

"You really should have," Randy points out.

You nod. "Is there any way for me to forgive me?"

To your surprise, Randy begins to wipe the tears that were streaming down your face. "I already did."

"You have every right to be - wait, you do?"

He nods. "I do. I talked to Dewey about it and he still seems to trust you and if he trusts you, I trust you."

You let out a sniffle. You were one-hundred percent sure your eyes were again red and puffy but you didn't care. "Randy I am so sorry. After you left, they broke into my house and I told them to leave."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I told them to leave me alone forever or get a bullet in the brain."

Ray bends sits down to you. "That must have been a heavy burden."

You nod. "Yeah. But that's all behind me now. I am sorry. Truly, I am sorry. I just...never had a safe place to land, you know?"

Randy nods. He then slowly interlocks your pinkie with his before fully intertwining your hand with his. "I can be your safe place."

You are a good, kind, talented soul thank you 🖤🥺😭

[itsthestutterforme]

Don't Pretend (Vincenzo)

Y/N is a very successful civil rights investigator and a friend of Cha-young. Cha-young called her when she needed help building their case against Babel. Chairman Han seo thinks she's a threat, but Jun woo thinks otherwise.

Pairings: Joon woo x reader (romantic), Cha young x reader (platonic), Vincenzo x reader (platonic)

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I didn't even set foot in my apartment yet and Cha young called me for help. I love her and all but it seems like she's always in trouble with someone. She wants me to meet her at a theater because she wants me to meet someone.

She said it was urgent, so I didn't even stop by for food, so this person better be the President of South Korea or something.

I step out of my vehicle and walk through the entrance to see a swarm of reporters surrounding a group of people. One of those people was Cha young and I spin around on my heel, not in the mood for talking to reporters.

"Y/N!" Cha young calls. "Damn it," I say to myself before turning back around. "You didn't mention there would be reporters," "Surprise," she says.

I shake my head and she shrugs. I look to a random spot outside and say, "Oh my God, is that Jay Park and his new girlfriend? Look over there by the garden!" You point to a random couple that was walking past the garden.

"Jay Park! Where?" The swarm of reporters then went outside towards the garden. I roll my eyes and said, "They're like ants searching for food." I make my way towards the group and Cha young links her arm with mine.

"I missed you," she says and I grumble lowly. "Y/N, this is Vincenzo Cassano. Mr. Cassano, this is my colleague and close freind, Y/N," Cha young introduces.

"Seems like you're far from home, Cassano." I say in Italian, much to his surprise. He raises a brow at me and says, "I could say the same for you. The last I saw you, you were handling business in Siena."

"And you were handling business in Milano. Nice touch with the garden. It was beautiful," I compliment and he smiles. "Thank you, I try."

Cha young looks between me and Cassano and says, "You two know each other?" "Vaguely," I comment. "And who are they?" I add, motioning to the older woman, older man and two young men. "The enemy," Cha young says nonchalantly.

"For enemies, you seem awfully close," "Believe me, we're not," an older woman snaps. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just making an observation." I snark. "Excuse me?" she steps closer to me and Cha young does the same.

"Careful, she hates being touched." Cassano states. "I'm heading back to my loft," I say before giving Cassano and Cha young a nod.

"Who are you?" The older woman asks but there was something about her that urked me. I give her a once over before walking back through the entrance.

--

"She's Y/N Y/L/N, a civil rights investigator and the top in her firm. Not only that, but she has correlations with mafias across three different continents. She has the resources to take us down," Han seo says and a small smile creeps on Joon woo's lips. "Why are you smiling?" Han seo asks.

"She's very accomplished," Jun woo answers. "And it's her accomplishments that scare me, brother." "Don't be. I'll handle her," "Handle her how? Like kill her?" "I don't want to, she seems interesting. But I will if she continues to be a threat to us."

--

I have to get back into the my workouts. I feel like I've put on a little weight while I was in Italy. It's not like I had any choice. Telling Nonna no is like kicking a puppy, no one can do it. Nonna offers you food, you always say yes. That's an unwritten rule that everyone follows.

My sneakers wrap around perfectly around my feet and I could barely feel the ground when I ran through the city park. I always make sure that it was light enough for things to be visible but early enough that there was only a handful of people in the park itself.

I was on my third and final loop when I saw the black van move across the street and park next to the sidewalk I was running on. I stopped to catch my breath for a moment before running in the other direction. I hear a door open and several footsteps run behind me.

I grab the nearest thick branch I could find and wait until they were close enough. I swing the branch as hard as I could, hitting three men in the face. They fell to the ground and I focus on the two guys rushing towards me at once. I duck around one and punched the other in the throat, leaving me with just the one man.

I bring up my guard and shuffle my feet but the man runs in back into the van and drives away. "You okay?" A voice asks from behind me and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I spin around and kick his leg out from under him. He falls to the ground and I apply pressure to his chest.

"Relax. I'm not the bag guy here." He strains. "Wait a minute, I know you. You're the-" "A friend of Cha young." He places his hand on my outter thigh and I say, "I wouldn't know if friend is a term I would use. She called you the enemy."

"She was referring to the rest of them," "What ever helps you sleep at night." I finally stand up from his chest and he takes a deep breath.

He stands up from the ground and that's when I notice that he was shirtless. My eyes softly scan the smooth, tanned skin of his pecks. My eyes snap up to meet his and he cocks his head teasingly.

"Speechless?" "I'll never give you that satisfaction," I snark as he steps closer to me so I have to look straight up just to meet his eyes.

The next thing I knew, I am washing off his touch and scent in the shower. Well trying to anyway. Halfway through my shower, he decided to join me and trail his hands down my hips.

I moan softly when he presses my body the cold tiled wall and kisses my neck. He hooks one of my legs around his waist and slowly trails his hand along my inner thigh.

My phone blades, scaring us both. I pull away from him and he says, "Just ignore it." "She's been calling me all day, she already knows that something is up." I walk out of the shower and dry my feet before wrapping a towel around my body.

I answer the phone and Cha young yells, "About time! Where have you been!" "I, uh, I went shopping. There was no food in my refridgerator or cabinets." I answer calmly.

"Don't you have a maid for that?" "I'm not lazy enough to have a maid, Cha young." "Well, you had me worried. I thought someone took you hostage or something." She finally says without yelling.

"You really think they are capable of that?" "They are capable of many things. Be careful, Y/L/N." Vincenzo says in Italian.

"Bene, ciao," I say before hanging up. I turn around to see Joon woo inches away from my face. "Did you enjoy the past few hours?" I ask. He steps closer to me and motions to the scratches on his chest from my nails.

"What do you think?" He says softly. There's just something about him speaking softly that makes my knees buckle. The worst part is, I think he knows that.

"Good, because that's the last time that'll happen." "Do you know how many times I've heard that? And how many crawled back to me?" He says cockily. "Yes, but I'm sure you'll be the one crawling." I say, tapping his chest before walking out of the bathroom.

--

My worst nightmare came true today. One of my closest friends was murdered last night by a rival mob leader. The boss says not to engage them and that he will handle it, and my anger dwindled down to sadness. I took a day to myself and cried my eyes out in my bed.

Goosebumps littered my body as cold chills rolled through. I wince as the cold, damp fabric of the t-shirt grazes over my warm back and I took it as a sign to hop in the shower. Squatting down on the shower floor, I duck my head under the scalding hot water. The water rakes through my hair and trails down my body when I hear the doorbell ring.

I dry myself and slide on some shorts and a sweatshirt Joon woo gifted me in attempt to see me again. It took Joon woo two weeks before realizing that I wasn't going back to him. After wards, he sent me flowers, teddy bears, sweatshirts and a 10k watch that looked like it costed a fortune.

I gave the teddy bears and flowers to random people in the street and the watch to Cha young and the look on Jun woo's face when he realized it was the gift he gave was aboslutely priceless. But I gladly kept the sweatshirts because they were too cute to give up. I walk down the stairs and wipe away my tears before opening the door.

Joon woo stands in the door way and he looked happy about something. But his smile soon falls when he sees that I've been crying. "You've been crying. What happened?" He tried reaching for my face but I slap his hand away. "Stop. Don't pretend like you care about me." I snap but he lunges forward to grab my face.

I take a few steps back and his hold on my face softens. "Of course, I care about you." He says, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I sniffle and wipe away more of my tears. I always hated crying in front of people, it made me feel weak.

He grabbed the remote and sat on the bed. He pulled himself to the head of the bed and takes me with him. He pulls me between his legs and leans my back into his chest.

He searches through the channels and stopped at a cartoon before wrapping one arm along the clavicle of my neck. He wraps the other across my waist and says, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"Why are you here, Joon woo?" I croak, wiping away my tears. "We won our settlement case and I wanted to celebrate with you." "We're literally enemies," "Isn't that how it always is? Enemies and polar opposites attracted to each other?" He asks and I look up to meet his gaze from behind.

He examines my face as he waits for a response. "I guess that is how it goes, isn't it " I lean on his shoulder and he presses the side of his face against my temple. "I lost my best friend today," I add with a sigh.

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. E. | @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 63 - Ice Skating and Invitations

[ FM ]

"You know, Felix is going to murder us in our sleep when he finds out we're doing this without him!," My beautiful date, who fits so magnificently underneath my arm across her shoulders, turns her head up to give me a confused at my out-of-the blue statement on our walk into town.

"What do you mean, this? Going on a date this?"

"No, going ice-skating without him this."

"It's no big deal, we'll just take him on Saturday. If you boys don't have any other plans." It still catches me by surprise, how nonchalantly she includes Felix into our plans as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Other plans, please… Even if I were having lunch with the President, I'd cancel it in a heartbeat to hang out with the two of them.

"He'll murder me in his sleep if I'm stupid enough not take you up on that offer!" I'm only half-joking but it still gets rewarded with a chuckle and an appreciative hum when I pull her closer to press a thankful kiss right next to the enormous pom-pom on her hat. I don't think she realizes that she proves me right every day in thinking I'm the luckiest bastard on the planet to be allowed to do that. Or to be allowed to wrap my other arm around her shoulders too, to kiss the cold February chill off her lips.

We reach the skating rink they've put onto the main square of our town, it's only semi-dark so the string-lights that usually twinkle around the rink at night are only semi-magical and I have to stop the Hallmark-card in me spinning out of control and compare the magical twinkle in her eyes… Nope, stop.

There's a chill in the air and since it's still early on a Wednesday, the rink is not as popular as it undoubtedly be on Saturday. Only a few people brace the cold for an afternoon of ice-skating.

I'm almost done lacing up my hockey skates when I hear an uncharacteristically high-pitched "Hiii cutie!" from my side and I turn to her with a wry remark about the cutie on my lips. Turns out she didn't mean me, she's actually grinning and waving at a toddler all bundled up in his stroller across from us, a two-toothed grin on his face peeking out from his teddy-bear-eared hood and waving in that cute toddler-way where they just open and close their pudgy hand.

Figures she'd not only be popular with my kid but also random strangers's. Ugh, I forgot how effortlessly adorable they are at that age!

Before my Hallmark-card mind goes down roads they really shouldn't go down, I nudge her shoulder and point to her forgotten white skates on the floor between us.

"When you're done flirting with other boys, get a move on so I can outrace you on the ice!" Scully only snorts in response, never one to pass up on a challenge, she flashes me a grin from down where she's lacing up her skates.

"You wanna bet on that, Hockey Boy?"

"Hell yeah, Ice Princess, you don't stand a chance!"

I eat my words after a few clumsy rounds of getting back into having only two slim blades under our feet on slippery ice when I almost topple over at the shove she gives me before racing off into the sparse crowd. "Tag! You're it!".

With my long runners-legs, I was so sure she wouldn't stand a chance but she's good, sneaky and evasive, all zig-zags and sudden turns and twists around the others who turn their heads at us, throwing surprised and sometimes even amused glances at two full-grown adults playing tag on the ice.

When I do catch up with her, adding a lift off the ice a few inches to my arms wrapped around her waist to make absolutely sure she's not getting away again, she only laughs breathlessly and I don't even care that I possibly didn't win on my own merit. "Okay, okay, you win, Hockey Boy!"

“Come on, Ice Princess, lets do a few more rounds and then I’ll buy you some cider, before my … nose freezes off!” We round the rink a couple of times more, her backwards me forwards and our hands clasped tightly in the middle and it’s the perfect last yards when she loops her arms around my neck and laughs into our kiss at me lifting her off the ice again.

Steaming cider mugs lifted, we toast to a very successful afternoon date and many more to come and by the second one, we're both a little tipsy, bumping into each other rather inelegantly on our way back home, drawn forward by the promise of warmth from the open fireplace.

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[ DS ]

"Mhhmaybe that second one wasn't such a good idea…," I giggle into the skin of Mulder's bare chest, cheeks aflame and still rubbing the throbbing spot where my forehead connected with his nose in an unfortunate incident at the height of passion of our afternoon delight. One happy ending, one not so much.

"If you didn't like my nose, you could've just told me so…!" Mulder's nasally whiny reply is muffled by the ice-pack across his face and with a little repositioning, I drape myself half-atop him to lean over his face to get a good look at the damage. Cue the dramatics, all puppy-dog eyes and pouty mouth. "Is it broken?"

"It's not crooked, so that's good. Your face is still very handsome, don't worry. Probably just a little boo-boo."

"Big boo-boo. How's your forehead? Does this hurt?" He reaches up to prod the red spot with his free hand, the one not clutching his ice-pack and I wince at the pain that shoots through my head at his prodding finger.

"OW, does when you touch it!" I glare down at him, but I'm not really mad, so I add a grinning "You know… I don't think this is what people mean when they talk about seeing stars at the end…"

We both break out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, until we're wiping the tears of amusement at the absurdity of it all out of our eyes.

"Oh boy… you better come up with a really good cover story to explain this" I gesture to his still-red swollen nose. "to Felix."

"I can't believe you're leaving me alone to grapple for an explanation!" The pout from earlier, when I told him I have to decline a tempting dinner invitation to catch up on some work tonight, is back on his face and I almost give in.

But duty calls and far too soon, we regretfully have to leave the warm blanket-nest in front of the fireplace to do some adulting in the real world.

Back at the Beach House, I don't get a chance to sneak by the girls in the kitchen to get some work done.

The second I set foot in the door, back from Mulder and I's Wednesday date with a spring in my step and a big, silly grin plastered to my face, humming under my breath because my joy needs a release valve somewhere, Holly's call summons me to our kitchen table.

"Hey, Holly Go-Lightly, get your ass in here, we have a request for ya!"

A suspicious look on my face, I take my seat at the table, curious about the request they seem to have.

"We think you should invite the Mulder boys to Friday Night!" Holly gets right down to it, an expectant grin on her face, blinking at me a little too sweetly.

I'm taken by surprise by their idea, so my first knee-jerk reaction is a panicked "What? No!"

"Yes! Invite them!"

"No!"

"Yes!!"

"Nooo!"

"Why?!"

"Because!!"

Holly throws up her arms in resignation and crosses them in front of her chest, leaning back with a frustrated huff, glancing over at the others for support.

Which is how I end up cornered by three eager faces, trying to convince me to invite the Mulder boys to our Friday Night ritual.

“You’re talking smack about him not telling his shitty ex-wife but you won’t invite him to have dinner with us on Friday? The loves of your life? The lights of your very existence?” God, Holly's so dramatic sometimes, clutching her wounded heart, sighing oh so theatrically.

“You know, I could just tell Felix….” Sarah smirks across the table evilly and I just know if she does put the idea in his head, any resistance is futile.

"Oh come on, you wouldn't use an innocent boy like that, S! Fine…" I sigh in defeat. "But if we open up our sacred circle on Friday, we have to invite all of your guys too!" At that, Sarah snorts into her glass, shaking her head.

"They wouldn't give up their own Friday Poker Night ritual to gawk at your new boyfriend if we paid them." The mention of Poker Night seems to put an idea in Holly's head and she shakes her hands excitedly.

"Oooh! How fun would it be if we get them to invite Mulder to their Poker game sometime!"

"Fun? For whom?" I raise my eyebrow to accentuate my question, I'm not worried they might not get along and it would be good for Mulder to make some new friends, but I doubt he'd be any good at Poker - his face gives him away 99,9% of the time.

"This is such a great idea, let's set them up on a playdate, pleeease?" Holly and the girls are already sold on the idea, apparently.

"Alright… let's take it one step at a time. I'll invite them to dinner and maybe we'll set up the playdate one day."

At their persistent prodding, I give in and fish out my phone to text the boys right away and cast a side-ways surreptitious glance at my phone every once in a while, eagerly awaiting their answer.

I don't have to wait for an RSVP until Thursday though, in fact, I don't even have to wait more than a few minutes.

Plans made, I feel the need to remind the girls to behave on Friday Night. They just snicker in response, making no promises except that they'll keep the really good stories about me to themselves. For now. Oh boy...

"What the hell happened to your forehead, D?"

[blindingdutchy]

lamentation | SEVEN

{peter parker x fem!reader AU}

based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

SERIES MASTERLIST

word count: 4,000

warnings: fluff. angst. language. not even sure why i warn for angst anymore this whole story is just angsty af

18+!!! minors stay away!

In the following few weeks, you realized two things. One: Peter Parker was definitely not subtle. The other being that you were definitely in way over your head. There was no denying the stupid butterflies in your stomach anymore, or the way you found yourself expecting his touch before it even came.

It seemed as though the two of you were like magnets; a constant tug gravitating the pair of you back to each other with an unstoppable force. If you weren't together, he was on your mind, and like he could sense you thinking of him he'd be quick to reach out in some way or another. Be it appearing at your side, all happy grins and playful eyes, or calling your phone no matter the time with his stupidly adorable stutter--Peter seemed to think of you just as much as you thought of him.

The more that you thought of him, the more that you wished you didn't. It was terrifying. You wished that you could pull away again, to push him back out of your heart and lock those iron bars tight once more, but your heart had grown selfish and stubborn. It was as if you were the one locked out anymore; the control over your feelings slipping further and further from your clutches with every toothy smile Peter sent your way.

Like a magnet, he held you in place. Oh, to be held by... You slapped a pillow over your face and screamed, holding it so tightly that your nose ached and you couldn't breath. Peter Parker was like a disease. A stupid, all-consuming, utterly infatuating disease of the mind and the spirit.

You knew that you were wasting time, undoubtedly causing yourself to risk being late for school with every minute that passed as you continued to lay in your bed, but you couldn't bring yourself to get up. Already, your mother and father both had knocked at your door on multiple occasions and questioned if you were sick, and now you were regretting saying no. It would have been so easy to avoid him if you'd just played hookie.

But, with midterms in the near future, you knew it wasn't the best idea. The realization had come to you in the night. A moment so insignificant, so mundane, but it had been as if a switch were flipped in your mind. A light was turned on, so to speak, and illuminated all the thoughts and emotions you'd been so tirelessly repressing.

Talking on the phone with Peter was like a drug, and talking on the phone to him at night was a dangerous game. Under the dull light of a crescent moon and the ridiculous teddy-bear night light that was plugged into your wall, a lingering remnant of your sister's presence in the space, your inhibitions were always low. With sleepiness your walls were always lowered, and he'd unknowingly put a fatal crack in the foundation.

You rolled onto your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet through the air like a little kid as you fought back the grin that always seemed to worm its way across your lips when you were talking to him. "So, how do you like Ned and MJ?" Peter asked, and you could almost picture him mirroring your position as you heard the quiet rustle of blankets over the line. A little giggle bubbled out of your mouth at the thought.

What a sight that would be, Peter kicking his legs to and fro like a school girl in love. "They're cool. I kinda like that MJ doesn't even pretend to hide the fact that she thinks I'm weird. I don't--I don't know, it's refreshing I guess. Ned's sweet." you rambled, and it was the truth.

Ned and MJ were easily slipping into the fortress that shielded your heart with every passing day. Somehow, it wasn't as terrifying as you'd expected it to be. Perhaps that was because they didn't harbor a secret identity with which they risked their lives every single night, or maybe it was just because you'd come to realize that letting people in wasn't so bad. Not everyone was going to die on you.

Michelle Jones really didn't pretend not to think you were weird, not even a little bit. Her blunt and honest nature was a nice change from the quiet stares that seemed to follow your every move; MJ wasn't much for staring. Rather, she boldly told you what she was thinking without any shred of doubt.

And Ned, sweet Ned Leeds, was like a puppy personified. Always happy, always smiling, and always waiting to offer you compliments when you approached. You couldn't remember the last time someone had dared compliment your hair, your smile, or your outfits. Ned made it impossible to feel anything but comfort and joy in his presence, even his awkward nature was endearing.

"I'm glad." Peter hummed, "They really like you. To be honest, though, I kinda like it when it's just us. Maybe I should have waited a little longer to share you."

There was a pang in your chest at his words. Peter had been subtly flirting with you for days now, but this was more direct. He didn't have to come right out and say it for his implications to come across loud and clear, and that magnetic pull grew stronger.

So strong, in fact, that you murmured back, "I like it when it's just us, too."

If you had just kept your mouth shut, maybe he wouldn't have been so bold as to say, "Not gonna let them steal your heart from me, are you?"

The words were right at the tip of your tongue. Your heart was screaming, never! Nobody could ever steal me away from you, Peter! Yet, your mind was racing with a million and one horrible thoughts that made you feel as though your mouth was full of mud.

The silence between yourself and Peter grew thick as it drew on, no words escaping your lead-like lips. The voice in your brain, the one that sounded like your sister yet you knew was not her, was ringing in your ears. How could you ever fall in love, when she never could? How could you give your heart away, when she never had the chance?

You took that chance away from her. You stole it. This thing, whatever the weird force between the two of you was, was all stolen time, stolen opportunities, and stolen lives.

"Good night, (Y/N). I'll see you at school?"

You whispered, "Yes." The line went dead, and you felt cold.

Those simple words from Peter, with meaning and intention that was far from simple, were all it took to send the walls, bars, and barbed wire around your heart crumbling into nothing. With no protection, no barrier between yourself and the dangers of everyone else, your mind was working on overdrive. It would have been so easy to let him in, had that voice remained quiet, and yet you were steadily building those bricks back into place.

Now, all that was left to do was to steal your heart back. When had he managed to take it from you? Had he snuck in during the night, slipping through the strategically placed cracks and weak points he'd created, and stole away with it undetected? Had he taken it that first night, without you ever noticing?

As you finally released the pressure over the pillow on your face, sucking in a shaky breathe and letting all the heavy things crash over you again, tears burned your eyes. You didn't want to push Peter away. You didn't want to be the reason he was hurt, upset, or angry--you weren't ready to be the villain in his story.

"Mom?" you called out, knowing she was lingering close by.

Proving you correct, the door to your bedroom cracked open only seconds later and your mother's worried eyes fell upon your blinking ones. She definitely saw the troubled look on your face, the tears in your eyes, yet she held back from mentioning any of it as she asked, "Are you sick, honey?"

You nodded, the lump in your throat aiding your act as you croaked, "Yes. I don't feel good."

She frowned a little, knowing that you were bending the truth of the matter. Your mother was perceptive, and with the emotion all over your face, it easy for her to know that this wasn't some stomach bug or sore throat. To your relief, though, she resigned, "I'll call you out of school for the day. I'll be in my office if you need me."

Tomorrow, you could be the villain. For today, though, you were content to avoid your troubles and wallow in your self pity. At least this way you had some time to slip back into your stoic, cold demeanor before you had to face him. Time to prepare yourself to be alone again, because you knew that once you pushed Peter Parker away, Ned and MJ would be quick to follow him.

Sleep didn't come for you like you hoped it would. Well, it did, but then you found yourself dreaming of Peter and woke with a start. School had started an hour ago, and already there were a flurry of confused and increasingly alarmed messages from him lighting up your phone screen. Even though you couldn't hold back from reading them, you locked it before you found yourself replying as if on autopilot.

Pete: are you late

Pete: i'm at your locker

Pete: hello?

Pete: i'm going to class... see you there?

Pete: are you okay? you said you'd be here

Pete: at least let me know you're aldkhdkfj

You spent the day in your room, ignoring Peter and ignoring the world. Occasionally your mother would crack open your door to check on you, fussing over feeling your forehead despite the fact that you both knew you didn't have a fever, and tittering little comments about getting rest and staying hydrated. She knew you weren't sick, yet you were grateful she didn't try to pry.

As much as you wanted to tell her all of the things that were on your mind, the reasons that you were upset, you couldn't. You couldn't tell her all of the awful things you were thinking, and see the way her face would contort in anguish over you. You certainly couldn't listen to her telling you that it wasn't your fault, you weren't wrong for liking a boy, and your sister would want you to be happy. Even if you knew, in some deep part of your brain, that it was true.

Pete: got my phone taken in calculus sorry

Pete: I'm at lunch now, are you okay?

Pete: are you sick?

Pete: like... actually sick?

Peter really was relentless. You wondered how long it would take for him to catch onto what you were doing, or if he would at all. Would he understand why you suddenly gave him the cold shoulder? Would he understand, and be okay when you pushed him away again?

Pete: I'm in speech now.

Pete: we got the class to work on the speech and you're not here

Pete: not that we could do much anyways since you're so stubborn but still

Pete: okay what is going on

Pete: (Y/N)

Pete: please talk to me

Reading all of his messages kept the ache in your chest alive, stopping the numbness from creeping back in. You wished you could put your phone down, turn it off even, but it was like a cruel an addicting game to read each message as it arrived. You found yourself watching the little three dots as he typed another message eagerly, even if he was far from happy.

When school ended, he called. You let it ring each time, watching his name scroll across your screen over and over again until it ended. Once, twice, three times--he finally stopped calling, not leaving a voicemail.

For awhile, you wondered if that was it. Was he done? Had he caught on? Had he figured you out just as easily as he always seemed to do? Had Peter given up?

Pete: i know what you're doing

Pete: i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable

Pete: we can just be friends if that's what you want

It wasn't what you wanted, and that was the problem. You didn't want to be friends with Peter Parker. Well, you didn't want to just be friends with him. You wanted to know what his touch felt like when it was deliberate and welcoming, not the fleeting and curious brushes of his skin on yours. To be held by him, to taste his lips, to hold his heart in your hands like he already held yours--you wanted so much more than friendship with Peter, and that made you a thief and a fraud.

You: that's not what i want

You were weak. A weak, cowardly idiot is what you were, and you threw your phone on your bed with a groan as you realized what you'd done. The voice in your mind whispered insults, taunting you for being so easily broken.

Pete: what do you mean

You: i don't want to be friends with you Peter

Pete: oh

One simple word, and you realized he had taken that in a completely different way than you had meant it. Yet, you didn't correct him. You didn't explain that you meant you didn't want to just be friends. Maybe this was your chance--an easy way to kick him outside your walls without having to see it firsthand.

The chance didn't last long. A quiet knock sounded on your window, and your heart froze in your chest as you tried to sink deeper into your bed. It was the wind, you told yourself, until the knock sounded again and slightly louder. You could see the shadow on your floor out of the corner of your eye, and you buried your face into your pillow to block it out. If you ignored him, he would go away, and this would all be over.

After a few more knocks, it was silent for awhile, and you tempted a look at the floor only to frown at the sight of the shadow missing. He was gone, and you were alone again. Your lip quivered at the thought; what had you done? It was a mistake. This was a mistake.

You didn't want to push him away. You wanted him to hold your heart. You wanted Peter Parker as your friend, as more than a friend, hell, as anything as long as it was with you. But now? Going back on your word and dragging him back in again would be pathetic. He didn't deserve such treatment, especially not from you.

So, you pulled your pillow back over your face and let the tears fall. Your hot breath burned your eyes and made you feel sticky and gross, but you didn't care one bit. It felt cathartic to cry, like returning to a familiar place you'd been skirting around for ages. Crying over Peter was different than crying over your sister; the hurt was different, but one thing was the same: both were all your fault.

"Go away, mom." you whined, barely hearing the sound of your door unlatching over your muffled sniffles. It creaked further open, and you groaned, pressing the pillow harder onto your face, "Mom, please, I just want to be alone."

A throat cleared, and you froze. That wasn't your mother, the voice was deeper. The sound was still too light to be your father's, though, and that left one option that made your blood run cold. He didn't--did he?

He did. Peter pried the pillow out of your hands, all red cheeks and sad eyes as he stared at you in a sullen silence. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered, "Why are you pushing me away?"

You blinked at him, too paralyzed by the sight of his fluttering eyelids and pouting lips to speak. It must have been a sight to see you like that, your face red and blotchy, streaked with tears and snot that you'd been too lazy to wipe away. He didn't look away from your eyes, though, gazing into them with an intensity that dared you to look away.

Sensing that you weren't going to speak, he pressed on, "(Y/N), what is going on? I don't--It's okay if you don't like me back, I can deal with that. I want to be your friend, though. I thought you wanted to be mine, too."

Voice scratchy, you muttered, "I don't."

Something changed in him, and suddenly Peter was raking a hand through his hair as he frowned deeply. You wanted to smooth the crease between his brows, but you felt frozen. He was angry; he was angry with you, and he didn't hold back as he snapped, "That's bullshit, and you know it. If you didn't want to be friends, then why did you make that deal? Why did you let me make a complete fool of myself just to get your attention? Why did you let me introduce you to my friends? Stop lying to me!"

"I'm not!" you yelped, sitting up frantically and wiping at your face, finally. "I'm not lying, Pete!"

He threw his head back at the nickname, a sigh of exasperation forcing its way from his lips, nostrils flared. "I don't get you, (Y/N). I don't get you at all." he growled, facing you again with a heavy brow.

You gripped your blankets tightly, bunching them around your waist as you blinked at him with wide eyes. "I don't want to just be your friend, Peter!" you burst, "I don't want to just be your friend, and I don't know why. You make me feel all these things that terrify me, but I keep chasing after you and whatever those things are! It was so easy being alone, okay? Then suddenly you came swinging into my life and made everything so--so complicated!"

Your mother's face peered into your room, eyes blown wide in surprise, but the moment you glanced at her she backed away with a bitten smile and you flushed. You didn't get the chance to dwell on the fact that she'd been eavesdropping, though, because Peter sat on the edge of your bed and bit the inside of his cheek, blinking at you with teasing eyes.

"So, you like me?"

Eyes narrowed, you grumbled, "Are you really going to make me say it, Pete? After all of that?"

A sly grin stretched across his lips, cheeks puffing out adorably and making you bite your own to keep from grinning too. He tutted, raising his ruffled brow as he jabbed, "After everything else today? I think it's the least you could do."

You were screwed. His fingertips barely caressed the backs of your knuckles, and you shakily grabbed them before he pulled away again. "I like you, jerk." you mumbled, screwing your eyes shut as you felt your face burn in embarrassment.

Peter just chuckled, squeezing your hand as you felt your bed shift under his weight. "I don't want to just be your friend, either." his breathe fanned over your cheek, and your eyes snapped open to find his face closer than ever. If you just turned, ever so slightly, his lips would brush your own... He kissed your cheek softly, backing away with a tiny smile that you matched. "I like you a lot. Probably more than like, really."

"That scares me." you whispered, eyes still latched onto his, "Peter, you scare me."

He took a long moment to answer, weighing heavily the words he would utter next, before finally telling you, "You scare me, too, but I think it's worth it."

A gentle tapping at your door crashed through the moment, both of your faces burning a deep red as you turned to face your mother's sheepish smile. "Sorry, sorry, don't mind me--"

"Mom!" you wailed, slapping your hands over your face in mortification as she stealthily slipped into your room and dropped a box of condoms onto your dresser before racing away again. "Oh, I can't believe she--Mom! Did you really have to do that?"

Peter was laughing boisterously, head thrown back and eyes shut, though you could tell he was flustered too from the cherry red color that creeped down from his face and under his shirt. As humiliated as you were by your mother's actions, you couldn't help but to feel a little grateful for the interruption. The intensity, the tension in the air, had disappeared with the intrusion, and things felt a little bit lighter again.

You flopped back onto your bed, still pouting over the spectacle, as Peter breathed out, "That's so something Aunt May would have done, too."

At least you weren't alone in the embarrassing family department, you thought to yourself as Peter threw himself down beside you. She meant well, obviously, but did she really think that you and Peter were going to go from admitting you liked each other to ripping each other's clothes off in one night? Well, you were eighteen--maybe she had a bit of a reason to be so hasty.

"Do you think it's worth it?" Peter questioned, and you turned your head to face him, trying to ignore the close proximity of his face to your own. "Liking me?"

You chewed at your lip, listening for that voice in your head that had suddenly gone silent. "Yeah, yeah I do." you responded, and his face split in a blushing smile. You did think it was worth it, because being with him reminded you of all the good feelings you missed out on when he wasn't around. "I just wish we could have been like this before. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like I'm stealing her life."

He grew serious in an instant, eyebrows furrowing as he stated, "I don't." At the sight of your confusion, he continued, "I don't wish we met before. Can you honestly say that you're the same person you were before?"

"No."

He nodded, "Exactly. Stuff like that... It changes you. I would know, remember? You wouldn't be the you that I like, and if Uncle Ben were here maybe I wouldn't be who you like, either."

You had to admit, he had a point. "I guess so." you pondered aloud.

"You're not stealing her life, either, (Y/N). She would have wanted you to be happy, to do all the things she never got to. It took me a long time to stop thinking that way, too, but I did. It wasn't your fault, and you can't miss out on stuff just because of her." Peter advised, and you swallowed down the lump that was growing steadily in your throat, "She didn't give up her life for you to stop living yours."

Fuck, Peter really knew exactly what to say. You, however, were at a loss for words. He said all of the things that you'd needed to hear for so long, so perfectly, and it rocked you to your core. How did he know just what you needed to hear? The answer was simple--because he knew you, and he knew how you were feeling. He knew, because he had lived it.

Changing the subject, you asked, "So, what do we do now?"

You didn't have to explain for him to understand, and he swallowed thickly, "Do you... will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yeah. That might be worth it."

He scoffed, "Might be? Forget it, I don't want you to be my--"

"I want to be your girlfriend, Pete!" you cut him off, laughing loudly. "I really, really want to." So, maybe you lied when you said that Peter made things complicated. In fact, Peter made things incredibly easy--and that made it worth it.

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