#“you never say hey or remember my name and it’s probably cause you think youre cooler than me” and you can guess the song

[doodlinge]

klavier’s perspective of klapollo is the song supermassive black hole by muse and apollo’s perspective of klapollo (especially first meeting him) is cooler than me by mike posner

thank u for coming to my ted talk!

[yukioos]

Hope you’re doing well!! I was wondering if you’d be able to do shinsou x reader who’s favorite color is purple? Basically like she has a bunch of purple things—like school supplies, backpack, phone case, etc. and she def has crush on him bc he’s purple and handsome as well!!!

Maybe fluff?

Thank you!!!💕

hitoshi crushing on you, who’s obsessed with the color purple

the first time you saw shinso was when you both joined U.A as first years in the general studies course, and you were immediately enamored by his purple hair. he was the first person who caught your eye. already obsessed with the color purple, you easily noticed his eyes as well. they were purple too, and they suited him well.

you didn’t understand why none of the girls were all over him, although he mostly kept to himself and didn’t have many friends. that itself made you want to be closer to him, become friends, maybe even partners! he was extremely handsome with his features, and the especially noticeable ones, his eyes and hair.

but after a couple of months of being in the same course as him and keeping to yourself, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. you need to just go up to him and start a conversation!

so one day after class, shinso is walking outside the campus, probably to his house, you run up to him as he walks away, back facing you.

you speak loudly enough so he can hear you, clutching your purple backpack, “hey, shinso, right?”

he lets out a sound of confusion, eyes a bit wide as he turns around. he asks, “oh, me? yeah, i’m shinso.” he immediately notices your familiar purple backpack and holds back a smile, blushing at the fact that you’re finally talking to him.

you suddenly turn a bit nervous, forgetting what you were about to say, “um— i like your hair,” then tap your foot awkwardly against the ground, causing him to scratch his neck and let out a soft, attractive chuckle that you would remember for days. you’ve never heard him laugh before.

“i think you just like the fact that my hair’s purple. seems to be your favorite color, huh?” he teases, sleepy eyes looking down at you.

“wow, you noticed—“ you begin to joke when a ring comes from his pocket, and he sighs, frowning slightly.

“it’s my dad. i gotta get home, but we can talk tomorrow? or tonight, if i could have your phone number?” in his mind, he wonders if that was smooth.

you nod and quickly pull your phone out, and of course, he notices the purple phone case and the kuromi sticker on it, and a purple hibiscus keychain hanging off your phone. you shakily give him your phone to put his number in, and he quietly puts in his contact as ‘hitoshi,’ his first name.

he gains another call, and he lets out a groan, “all right, i seriously have to go now or my dad will be pissed. i’ll see ya tomorrow.” he waves and walks away with some pump in his step, and you happily walk away to your house.

when hitoshi comes home, he unlocks the door to a scowl on his father's face, who scolds, “where have you been?! you could’ve been kidnapped, do you know what’s been happening to kids these days?”

“sorry, i was talking to y/n.” he apologizes, scratching his cat’s ear as she purred against his leg. his father perks up at the mention of your name, the girl whom he’s been talking about for months, and his face softens. hitoshi grins, “i got her number, too.”

his father lets out a soft hum and takes a sip of his coffee although it’s past three in the afternoon, “proud of you, son.”

hehehe hope you’re doing well too! i love purple because of hitoshi so i guess i can kind of relate to this. hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting this

[rafesslxt]

unknown number

pt. 1/2

SUMMARY: not only you are surprised when you get a drunk text from your brother that you should pick him up from a party - Topper's just as shocked as you are.

WARNINGS: Thornton!reader, brothers best friend trope, bickering, tension, quick deep talk with Topper

WORD COUNT: 1,7k

NOTE: english is not my first language | thank‘s to everyone for reading and supporting, comments and - are highly apprecaiated <3

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Your body tried to make its way through the sweaty crowd dancing and drinking around you, the air thick with the scent of weed and expensive perfume. This wasn't on your agenda for tonight, getting your drunk brother out of a party, that's for sure.

"Hey sis, can u get me? I'm drunk as hell."

You weren't surprised, though. After Sarah had ditched him for John B, which was more than understandable for you but hey – Topper never wanted to listen to your advice, he seemed to try drowning the pain and hurt ego away by drinking and smoking.

The house you currently were in was familiar to you. Since Sarah's your best friend you spend a lot of time here but never during these party's, cause most of the time Rafe was the host and well - let's just say you tried to avoid any chance of being in a room with him together.

Because besides the hatred for their sister's trying to live the pogue life, Topper and Rafe had one thing more in common. They fell for the sister of their best friend. The only problem was, that Rafe never acted on his feeling. While Topper may be a complete idiot, he at least showed Sarah some kind of feelings, trying to wrap her around his fingers. But for Rafe? Bickering and hating was his way.

But Rafe apparently had a new way of drawing you into his space.

"Hey, did you see Topper?" You asked a guy which's name you could never remember no matter how often your brother tried to tell you. You just knew he often hang with them together. "No, sorry. Ask Rafe, he was with him a while ago." You instantly rolled your eyes but smiled at him and nodded in a way that was supposed to tell him 'thank you'.

You made your way further through the people until you reached the living room where you saw Rafe sitting on the couch, talking to two girls on either side of him.

Not bothering that you may interrupted something, you walked up behind him, not even caring enough to wait until he might realize you were standing behind him. "Have you seen my brother? He told me to come pick him up."

You looked down at his head which bend until it laid against the backrest, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours. Pretty ? No, you meant blue. Just blue.

"Oh If it isn't the princess of the Pogues, gracing us with her presence this night.", his voice dripped with sarcasm. "And to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" You rolled your eyes at his irritating words and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Did you see Topper, Rafe?", you repeated.

His smile widened before he sat upright again, took a beer that was probably his from the desk, turned around and locked eyes with you again, walking around the couch towards you.

"Someone's in a grumpy mood today." he remarked, taking a sip of his beer. "Rafe If you don't-" "No need to be so uptight princess. The party just stared." You scoffed. "Well, apparently not If my brother's texting me to come pick his drunk ass up."

"Give him some time, he's trying to heal from a heartbreak. I mean I told him my sister is never hanging around for long but- well you know him. Had to try for himself."

You were slowly getting tired of the conversation and Rafe seemed to notice. "And as for where your brother is; I saw him with Kelce in the kitchen a few minutes ago. Just before you arrived, I think."

Without giving him a second more of your time, you turned around, walking towards the kitchen. Why didn't he just tell you 'Hey, Topper is in the kitchen.' ? Why does he always have to bicker with you and beat around the bush. Ugh.

Sarah always said he liked you but before Rafe Cameron actually had serious feelings for you or even anyone, hell would freeze over.

You walked into the kitchen of the Cameron's, immediately spotting your brother and Kelce, laughing loudly between some shots they were taking.

"Wow. You're really setting the bar lower and lower." You scoffed, making their heads turn towards you. "Y/n? What are you doing here? Aren't you with your little friends?" "Oh, hey pipsqueak." Kelce chuckled from behind Topper, waving at you with a drunken grin.

"Come on Topper, I don't have all night." I sighed, already about to leave the kitchen when he looked at me as If I had torn apart his favorite teddy bear apart that he hid under his bed whenever someone came over. "What the hell are you talking about?" "What the hell do you mean what the hell I'm talking about? You texted me to come pick you up because you're too drunk."

Just as he was about to answer, Rafe entered the kitchen and stood beside you. "Topper, why don't you listen to your sister and go with her, you've had enough for tonight."

Feeling betrayed, Topper was too stunned to speak, looking at Kelce for some backup. "Hey man don't get me into this." he replied to his look, throwing up his hands and spilling some of the liquid that was inside his shot glass.

"I didn't text you!" he exclaimed, reached into his pocket and searching for his phone. "Shit.. can't find it." You rolled your eyes, your patience slowly but clearly wearing off. "Topper.." "I swear I didn't!", he swore while continuing to search the insides of his few pockets. "Damn no really, where is it?", he asked himself.

"Come on man." Kelce chuckled and threw an arm around his friend, slowly guiding him outside the kitchen and towards the front door where you parked your car.

You stepped aside to let them pass, your gaze landing on Rafe who was already looking at you, licking his bottom lip before speaking. "Here." He reached into his pocket and handed you Topper's phone. "What? Why do you have my brother's phone ?", you asked him, as It didn't hit you yet what was going in.

"Thought he might need someone to pick him up before he would be a complete mess.", he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and looking away for a short moment.

Your eyebrows shot up as the realization finally hit you."You texted me to come pick him up? Why would you do that?" He chuckled and looked down at you. " Like I said; I was worried about my friend." "Bullshit.", you called him out right away. "If you were worried about him, you would have told me where he was instead of beating around the bush."

"Just wanted some conversation." he replied simply, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes while doing so, trying not to let him get under your skin. It would only please him.

"Good night, Rafe." you smiled at him before turning around and pushing through sweaty crowd again, reaching your car where Kelce and Topper were already waiting for you.

You pressed the little button on your car key, allowing them to get in while you were still a few meters away. Kelce jumped into the back seat, and Topper settled next to you in the front.

You slid behind the wheel and closed your door, glancing over your shoulder at Topper’s friend. “Should I drive you home too?” you asked, reaching for your seatbelt and securing it right after.

“Sure thing, pipsqueak,” he grinned, his eyes heavy and his body slumping down onto the back seat. You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes and started the engine, pulling away from the property.

A few minutes into the drive, you looked over to your right. “You’re lucky. Mom and Dad aren’t home tonight,” you smirked slowly, trying to lighten the mood since he was still your annoying brother. Annoying, but family.

A scoff escaped his lips as he stared out the window. “As if they’re ever home.” 

You sighed quietly, shrugging your shoulders. “Well, it’s still better than having to explain why you’re drunk and high.” 

“They wouldn’t understand anyway. They never do. All they do is scream and complain. They don’t care.” He turned his head toward you, studying your face. “But honestly, I don’t know which one of us they’re more disappointed in,” he chuckled.

“Yeah… Mom’s worried I’m drinking myself into a coma, while Dad is worried you’ll run off with Maybank or some other pogue.” The car fell silent for a moment before you both erupted into unexpected laughter. 

"Honestly, I don’t know which one is worse,” you giggled, gripping the wheel a little tighter as you turned onto your street. "Not sure who's setting the bar lower now, huh?" Topper smirked.

“I guess we should take him with us tonight before his parents have a heart attack,” you suggested, nodding toward Kelce, who was snoring in the back seat.

“Yeah…” he glanced at his friend and then back at you. “Thank you for picking me up, even though I didn’t text you. It’s good to know I can still count on you.” He smiled softly at you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"No problem, Topper." you smiled back at him before turning off your car and finally parked in your garage. "Let‘s get him inside.", you grinned, eager to get out like Topper, when your phone suddenly vibrated in your purse.

Hm, probably the pogues asking If everything‘s alright after you left so quick with only telling them it‘s an 'family emergency'.

You opened your little white purse Sarah had given you on your last birthday and rummaged through it, fishing out your phone. You had a few messages from JJ and Sarah, asking you when - wait.

What was that? A message by an unknown number.

unknown number

i took the liberty of grabbing your number while I had the chance to.

was nice seeing you tonight, hot and bothered like always..

sweets dreams, angel.

xx rafe

That son of a - wait, why were you smiling together with your heart beating faster ?

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tags: @supernaturaldawning @cardibre91 @aegonsslxt @juliet-017

xoxo sarah <3

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

NRC Boys As Things My Students Have Said

context: my students are 3-5 years old. preschoolers can have more advanced vocabularies than people think so do NOT come in here saying "little kids don't talk like that" they absolutely do

Heartslabyul:

Riddle - "my mommy says tattoos are bad and you should never get one. why don't you listen to my mommy?"

Ace - "these are my Really Good At Running shoes, watch!" *immediately trips on the sidewalk and faceplants*

Deuce - "my head is really hard, listen!" *punches himself in the head*

Trey - "daddy, did you bring me a croissant?" [dad: "yeah, it's in the car"] *EAR SPLITTING SCREECH OF JOY*

Cater - "i made this phone so i can play games. don't worry, it's not real. i'm just a kid"

Savanaclaw:

Leona - "is it nap time yet?" [me: "not yet, we still have to eat lunch first”] "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUGH!"

Ruggie - "look, i found for real money! i found it in the sandbox so i can have it right? it doesn't belong to anybody 'cause it was just in the sandbox. and i didn't take it from anybody, i just found it. so i can have it, right? can i have it? can i take it home?"

Jack - "carrots make us strong and candy makes us weak... i'm gonna be really big when i grow up. bigger than you. bigger than the whole school. bigger than the whole earth!"

Octavinelle:

Azul - *after winning approximately two games of tic tac toe* "i guess i'm just gonna have to be the best forever. sorry everybody"

Jade - "look at all these mushrooms! ... let me eat them, PLEASE"

Floyd - "school is so boring, there's nothing to do except like... play and stuff"

Scarabia:

Kalim - *holding a wad of bloody paper towels against his nose* "nosebleed :D! i get a popsicle now, right!? YES!"

Jamil - "they're trying to show me their bugs and that's so mean! why would they do that!?"

Pomfiore:

Vil - "what would you like to order from my restaurant?" [me: "ooh, a restaurant! i think i would like-"] "you're getting poison spaghetti"

Rook - "look at my bow and arrow!" [me: "wow, that's really cool. just remember, we don't shoot our friends. you can shoot your arrows at the trees or the-"] "i don't want it anymore"

Epel: [me: "hey kiddo, godzilla needs to go in your cubby while we have group time, then you can get him out and play with him"] "what the fuck!?"

Ignihyde:

Idia - "have you ever heard of the zelda game? i know all about it, i'm really good at it. probably better than you are actually"

Ortho - "no, stop, you can't pretend to be my sister. no, don't say her name! that's my sister! NOOOOOOO!"

Diasomnia:

Sebek - *as loud as he can from the top of the climber* "I AM VERY ANGRY!"

Silver - "mommy said i CANNOT take a nap today 'cause i won't sleep tonight but that's really not true 'cause i can sleep all the time"

Lilia - [me: "your birthday's tomorrow buddy! are you excited to turn four!?"] "no, 'cause i'm gonna kill myself! :D"

Malleus - *whispered into another kid's ear after singing happy birthday* "i hope you never die"

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Haikyuu Boys calling you ma’am ──☆*:・ﾟ

Team ! Karasuno

Btw I’m working on the rest of the cuddling headcanons😋

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka

Hinata✿

Respectful boy! Most of the time- he has so much courage and respect for you so he calls you ma’am normally when your ‘leading’ such as giving him a pep talk or showing him how to do something

“I’m telling you! Stop running with your arms down it makes you slower. Understand?” “Yes ma’am! I’ll try!” “You literally did the opposite of what I said, raise your arms up it’ll make your body more aerodynamic…do you even know what that means?” “No ma’am I don’t…BUT I’ll run with my arms higher!” He literally runs with his arms straight in the air, that’s not what you meant either-

Kageyama✿

Sassy but not intentionally, most of the time hes not trying to be sassy but sometimes he just says things that can be viewed as such. He does call you ma’am as a nickname but the way he says it sounds like hes trying to back talk you-

“Do you mind getting me some water baby?” “Whatever you say ma’am” “excuse me?” “What?” He asks, handing you the water “why so sassy?” “I wasn’t…huh?” “The ‘ma’am’ wasn’t you being sassy?” “Uhm no I genuinely wanted to call you that?” “Oh….thanks baby-”

Tsukishima✿

Sassy.on.purpose. He thinks he’s so funny teasing you with names that aren’t really fitting at the time, calling you ma’am or miss is him trying to penalized you, but most of the time he fails since you don’t mind being called it. He ends up flustered instead but he doesn’t tell you

“HEY! DID U TAKE MY BOOK?” “What? Oh no ma’am I would never~” “well… I guess I can’t be mad when my baby calls me silly names~” “heh…what..?” “Your so cute when you call me names like that how can I be maddd?” You kiss his cheek causing him to turn red “w-whatever” “but seriously give me my book back or else your ‘ma’am’ isn’t gunna be happy.”

Yamaguchi✿

Only calls you ‘ma’am’ and stuff when he’s either scared of you or in trouble. Normally he tries to calm you down with empowering names and normally it works!

“How can you make such a mess and not clean up. Seriously I don’t care if you make your own food but why do you leave the ingredients EVERYWHERE!” “I-I’m sorry! I’ll clean it up right away ma’am!” “Hmm…well I guess I can’t be mad at that cute face and respectful talk huh~ I’ll help” “no ma’am it’s my mess! Let me!”

Nishinoya✿

Hes a Flirt to He calls You things like ‘ma’am’ ‘miss’ ‘mama’ n such all the time. But normally follows it up with a compliment, or sometimes he uses it as a compliment itself

“Wow is that a goddess I see infront of me?!” “Uh are you expecting something in return?” “No ma’am just wanted to let you know you are lookin foxy today~” “…ok weirdo, can you tie my shoes for me though?” “YES MA’AM!” He feels like he’s slipping on Cinderellas shoe anytime he helps you with yours LOL

Daichi✿

Respectful! Yk how his team is scared of his authority? Well he’s more scared of yours. And since he is the respectful man he is he doesn’t try to test you. He agrees in fear of ticking you off

“Daichi.” “Uhm…yes…” “the trash.” He forgot to take out the trash “OH MY GOD. I am so sorry! Itll Never happen again maam I promise!” “Wow ok, take your time no need to get scared-” “oh thank god your not mad-”

Sugawara✿

He’s scared to ask for the simplest things, he tries his best to be as nice as possible when asking. Not to butter you up so your more likely to say yes but so you think he is still respecting you and all you do

“Y/n..uh I mean- ma’am, could you possibly help me with something. If you are to busy that’s ok-” “no babe it’s ok, what do you need help with?” “Thank you ma’am-” “that’s not necessarily suga~ just let me help” “oh…ok uhm could you help me find my favorite sweater i don’t remember where it is” “cuz I stole it” “what?”

Tanaka✿

Like noya, he just calls you it to flirt OR to butter you up, probably because he’s going to ask you the craziest thing after and he hopes the name would make you say yes

“So my beautiful, sexy and charming y/n what chu uh…doing?” “….you want something huh?” “Yes ma’am~ I was wondering if I could-” “no.” “OH CMON!” “Nope.” “PLEASEEEE” “dude im not rocking you to sleep again, your not a baby.” “YOU DID IT BEFORE!” “It was a ONE TIME THING!”

Yes I stole this prompt from my previous naruto post😋

Again not proof read 😌

[bunnie-online]

eeee i love all of the nicknames you can give Ted like?!?!??!

warnings: one mention of weed

calling him Ted mainly when you’re a guest in his videos or streams, it’s something he’s used to, everyone calls him that but it makes him smile because it’s you

calling him Teddy primarily when you’re alone or with close mutual friends, it’s a sweet nickname and makes him let out the cutest chuckle almost every time.

calling him Theodore when you’re playfully scolding him, like if he says something eluding to your sex life in front of others, it’s usually pared with a shocked expression and a light love tap on his chest. he just laughs it off because he knows you aren’t actually mad.

but the first time you call him Theo…oh he nearly melts. the night that he told you his full first name is something you’ll always remember. when you two were just friends he was hosting a game night and curiosity overcame you. you had to know if his name was just ‘Ted’.

“Hey Teddy” you smile at him as he sits down on the couch next to you, you all were in between games and everyone was grabbing snacks or using the bathroom. “I gotta ask.” you say bluntly, the weed probably the cause for the lack of filter. He chuckles “Oh god.” his eyes are lidded and the way he smirks at you gives you butterflies.

“Is your name like…just Ted? or are you hiding something like Schlatt” you laugh and he joins you, tossing his head back on the couch. once his fit of giggles subsides he lifts his head up. “No, it’s uh… it’s Theodore.” his voice almost boyishly shy. he rubs the back of his neck and his face reddened ever so gently.

you perk up “Oh my god, that’s adorable!” he rolls his eyes at you and shook his head. “What? Nooo” the hue in his cheeks shift from a soft pink to red right before your eyes. “Aww Theo” you coo at him holding his face in your hands. his eyes widen before they narrow in a dopey lovestruck way. he’s never openly looked at you like this before, when you weren’t paying attention? absolutely. but while making eye contact with you?? never.

the night you call him Theo for the first time is the night you share your first kiss (followed by many many more 💗)

~~~~~~~~

oooo calling him Theo would fix me i think

~bunnie

[blackgirlsloveburrow]

NSFW 18+

joe burrow x uc student!reader has been on my mind so this is for my college babes

growing up in ohio, you never really would expect to be in a situation like this.

ohio has a few perks to it, but overall is mostly corn, dingy neighborhoods, and like three big cities.

so how did the top nfl quarterback end up in your bed?

it was kind of hard to look back on as your hangover hurt the harder you tried to think. at least he looked peaceful sleeping next to your hello kitty squishmallow.

shit.

"oh god this is so embarassing," you think out loud. all you remember is going to a dinky bar with your friends after lowkey bombing a history test and then...

oh. now you remember.

the kelces were in town last night. they were of course university of cincinnati alums, and joe burrow was along for their reunion tour. they did a whole interview in fifth third arena, that you got to miss of course because you were crying in your pillow over american history. afterwards they decided to visit the small college bar for the nostalgia, and that's where you saw him and he saw you.

joe was so hot.

everyone was freaking out, you as well on the inside, but you decided to order another vodka cran instead of gathering around them like the rest of the bar was. it was your third drink of the night, so you were definitely feeling it to say the least.

after a while the hype started to die down, and you felt a towering body right next to yours. you looked over and see:

him.

"hey. i'm joe," he said with an awkward smile on his face, sticking out his hand.

you don't feel super nervous, as you had enough liquid courage in your system to form a sentence.

"hi i'm y/n and i definitely know who you are," you laughed and reciprocated his handshake. your friends were behind you freaking out. you cringed a bit.

"i see you're with your friends, but i was wondering if you'd want to come with me to a more private bar? i have a driver out back and i can meet you out there so we don't cause a scene or anything" he said.

okay you definitely drank too much because now you must be hearing things.

"sure! i mean yes haha," you replied, trying to control your excitement.

"cool i'll see you out there y/n".

he walked away. your friends came from behind you, pestering you for the details of you and joe's interaction.

"he just asked how i was doing guys that's all. i do think i am going to head out though. i have to wake up early tomorrow," you told them. it was a pretty solid lie as they just pouted and said their goodbyes.

you made your way through the crowd towards the back door of the bar. someone, probably security, was at the back door and asked for your name. you gave it to them and you walked outside. there were two sleek black cars. one for joe, and one for the kelces. the kelces were still inside, reveling in their hometown glory, so you guessed it would be just you and joe.

the driver opened the door for you and you slid inside. your beat up honda had nothing on this vehicle. you and joe both said hey and he offered you a drink. and who are you to say no to a free drink?

you took it and the driver started going towards your destination. joe asked you questions about yourself and what brought you to the bar that night. you give him details and also embarrassingly told him you flunked a history test.

he laughed, talking about his college experiences and himself as well.

you finished your drink as you both arrived at the bar.

it was really nice. definitely a bar they don't let just anyone go into. luckily you were wearing a slightly cute dress.

joe took your hand as you exited the car. your face got hot at the gesture (or maybe it was the alcohol) and he walked you inside.

he led you to the bar where you guys both ordered some drinks and he started a tab. you guys talked for a while, getting closer and closer with each drink.

"you know i think football is kinda boring," you said without thinking, the alcohol taking over your conversation skills.

"you just have to get to know it better, like how i'm getting to know you better," he replied speaking closely to you.

"you should come to one of my games sometimes," he added.

"i would love to! but only if i can get a ja'marr chase jersey," you joked to him.

"totally not funny, you'd look way better with my name and number on your back," he responded defensively.

before you could respond you heard one of your favorite songs to dance too.

"oh my god! i love this song. come dance with me," you said as you pulled him to the dance floor.

you started swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song with him behind you. he matched your rhythm, putting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to his hard on. you felt it on your lower back, surprised, and starting to get turned on.

the song finished and you turn around. he grabbed your neck and kissed you. you grabbed the back of his hair and stuck your tongue in his mouth. he kissed you like you were giving him oxygen to breathe.

this led you two out of the club towards the black vehicle, not being able to keep your hands off of each other. you requested to go to your apartment by your college since it's close. and joe just wanting to be inside of you didn't care to object.

you and joe continue to make out in the car. you are rubbing his hard on while he is making hickeys on your neck and grabbing your boobs.

you guys finally got to your apartment, thanked the driver (and probably traumatized him as well), and made your way inside.

you and him rushed to the bedroom, where you and joe immediately started to strip.

joe laid you on the bed where he started to eat you out.

"oh f-fuck joe," you moaned. he sucked your clit, gripping your thighs so that you wouldn't get away from him.

you grabbed his hair, pushing him more into you, which made him grunt in response. he continued pleasuring you for a while.

"i-i'm gonna cum," you whined. this made him get up, kiss you, and flip you over.

"fuck baby you are so wet for me. i wanted to cum just from eating you out," he replied, breathing heavily.

he pulled your ass up into the air, his cock lining up with your hole.

"i want you to cum with me baby," he moans, sticking his girth slowly in your cunt.

oh my god he was so big.

it felt like he was splitting you open in the best way possible. he immediately was hitting your g-spot, having you moan so loud your whole building could probably hear.

he was moaning too, and was gripping your ass so hard as he pulled you into him with deep, hard strokes.

"fuck your little pussy is so perfect baby, he moaned loudly.

you were clawing at your bed sheets, loving how vocal he was too.

"oh daddy i'm gonna cum, oh my god!" you scream. he pulled out, flipping you over again, and reentered you.

"i wanna see your face when you cum for me," he huffs. he's holding your thighs up, fucking you deeper and harder than before. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you released. he soon followed releasing deep inside of you.

he kissed you. you reciprocated but were quick to fall into a deep sleep, and so was he.

it was an eventful night.

so now that you remember...

you put on an oversized tee and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. you are pretty much in your own world, thinking about last nights events, until you hear joe walking down the hallway. he has his clothes on. he looks at you sheepishly.

"hey, so i really had a good time last night," he said to you.

"so did i," you replied smiling.

"i hate to do this but i kinda have to go. my manager called and i'm kind of late to a meeting," he says a little embarrassed.

you're face looks disappointed.

"but-," he adds. "here's my number. please call me. i really want to see you again and have you in my jersey in the stands like i talked about last night".

"i would love that," you reply, mood brightening already.

he moves into kiss you passionately, and then leaves.

how are you just supposed to go back to school monday now?

[immobulusmalfoy]

Won't Say I'm in Love // Fred Weasley x F!Reader

Summary: In which the reader is best friends with the twins and they convince her to help them with something extra special for WWW. Warnings: Mentions of food and bodily harm, plus Umbridge. A/N: Look what I found in my drafts! A Freddie fic I forgot to post! > DO NOT, under any circumstance, repost my works on any other platform or even on this one. I don’t condone it, haven’t condoned it, and never will. <

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When you woke up Saturday morning after a seriously long week of classes, the first thing you wanted to hear was definitely not your name being yelled at top volume from a certain boisterous Weasley twin you happened to call your best friend.

“Fred, you better have a damn good reason for coming in here at this ungodly hour and waking me up with your screechy voice. And if you don’t shut it, I’m going to blast you with the nastiest hex I can think of,” you warned him without opening your eyes. You snuggled further into your pillows, but Fred snatched the blankets off your body.

“Wake up! I need your help with something.” Fred demanded.

“What the bloody hell do you want, Weasley? Can’t a girl get any sleep these days? I was dreaming,” you grumbled, body pulled into a ball to keep from freezing in the chilly air of the dorms. Fred groaned.

“You’re such a drama queen. I need your potions expertise.”

“Oh yeah?” You peered up at him, both eyes open, suddenly curious. “What for?”

“Y’know those Wonder Witch products you’ve been helping me and Georgie with? The secret ones even Granger and the rest don’t know about?” Fred started.

“You mean those ‘temporary’ love potions that took me two months to get right? The ones that you made me try and caused me to be in love with Lee for three miserable weeks before I figured out the issues? Those products?” you asked, embarrassed when you remembered what you had said and done during that time. It was mortifying.

Fred sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled an affirmative answer. “But this time is different!”

“How so?” You cross your arms, now fully awake. You glanced to the side of your bed, hoping Fred had the decency to at least have brought you breakfast or caffeine or both. You were disappointed to see that he’d done neither. “You’re not very good at convincing me. Didn’t even bring me food,” you grumbled.

“This one is a soulmate potion.” Fred grinned, eyebrows going up and down.

“A soulmate potion? What the bloody hell is that?”

“A potion that helps you find your soulmate? It’s not that difficult to grasp, mate. No one’s ever done it before!” Fred was animatedly explaining his thought process and you groaned as he laid out the plan.

“And I suppose you want me to test it once I brew it?” you sighed.

“Well, it would probably be best? Unless you want to test it on some first years? I’m sure they’d love to have a go. Who wouldn’t want to find their soulmate?” Fred’s eyes glittered with mischief.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” You grumbled as you rolled out of bed, blindly searching for a sweater to dispel the cold taking over your frame. You ended up with one of the Christmas sweaters Molly had knitted you over your pajamas causing Fred to grin.

“Let’s go, then!” He snatched you away down the stairs, which did turn into a slide, and eventually into the room of requirement where you’d set up a temporary testing space for your potions experiments and their various prank products. Much to your chagrin, George was already there.

“Hey, sweetheart. Got you some breakfast and a cuppa since this nitwit didn’t want to let you sleep.” George gestured to the potions table where he’d laid out the aforementioned items. You brightened immediately.

“Georgie, you’re now my favorite twin. Don’t you forget it.” You said, smacking a kiss to his cheek as you headed over to the table.

“And what am I?” Fred scoffed. You shrugged and held up your food. The tea was downed quickly as well as the beans on toast before you got to work making notes on what both boys wanted the potion to do.

Unlike the love potions you’d created for them, which had actually been a whole line of about five different versions that all did similar things, but still varied in results, this potion was going to be highly complicated.

Two weeks later, you finally had a prototype to give them. Fourteen days of little to no sleep and brewing more than sixty cauldrons of failed potions, except for this one. The potion swirled a nice purple color, but you’d designed it to taste a bit like butterbeer at the boys’ request. It was designed to have different results for each user, as well. To find their soulmates, they’d have different side effects. Some users might feel their soulmate’s pain, some might see only in black and white until they touched their soulmate, or have small identifying tattoos show up on their skin from their soulmate. Only one person would have to take the potion in order for them to figure out who their soulmate was, one bonus you were glad of.

“So, who wants to take the plunge and try it first?” You asked nervously. Fred grinned and handed the little bottle back to you across the Gryffindor table at breakfast. Some of the first years were watching from down the table and you eyed them cautiously. You never knew what some of them would try to get their hands on Wizard Wheezes’ prototypes, especially after they’d all gone bonkers for the Skiving Snackboxes and the silly hat that made your whole head invisible.

“As our lovely assistant, dedicated friend, and favorite classmate (sorry Lee), we figured we’d give you the honors of finding your soulmate first. It’s been ages since you’ve been on a date anyway.” Fred grinned.

“What my dear brother is trying to say is that we want you to be happy and we very much appreciate what you’ve done with our products so far, so we’d love for you to find the person who’s going to make you happier.” George smoothed over his twin’s remarks with a pointed glare at the other redhead.

“Fine. Take notes of what I say.” You snorted. The potion was downed with four sips, the flavor seeming to follow your directives. “The taste is decent, but could use some tweaking. Side effect is that I feel a bit woozy and I’m seeing a few black spots in my vision. I’m not sure if this will work, but it seems alright so far.”

“Do you feel any different? Are you seeing in black and white? Can you hear your soulmate’s words in your head? Did initials ink themselves onto your skin?” The twins bombarded you with questions which you tried to answer as they made notes on a parchment, but the truth was that nothing seemed to have happened. There was nothing that would suggest your potion worked or that it followed any of the soulmate stories muggle writers attempted to tell.

“I don’t feel any different. It may not have worked.” You sighed, eying the potion bottle as if it would tell you what was wrong with it. It couldn’t. You ran over the ingredients and your methods mentally, but even that didn’t give any clues.

“Quidditch practice, lads! Don’t make me yank you by ‘yer ears.” Angelina Johnson’s barking yell sounded from the other end of the table and your favorite twins groaned.

“We’ll discuss this later. We’ve got a quidditch captain to torment.” George grinned, both boys rushing away.

About two hours later, you were in the room of requirement again working on the potion and taking notes on the color and taste when a sharp pain started shooting through your right arm, the muscle throbbing.

“Shit,” you cursed, dropping the vial you’d been swirling. It shattered on the ground, glittering for a second before the room sucked the potion and the broken glass into the ground to clean it. “Thanks, room.”

The muscles in your upper arm throbbed, and you pulled up your sleeve to look at it, a gigantic bruise the size of a bludger forming under the skin. You stared at it in disbelief, then darted your eyes to the potion. It worked.

Somewhere out there, you had a soulmate and you’d just gotten their injury etched into your own skin. But then you started cursing yourself, because of course you happened to get the one effect you hadn’t really wanted.

“Why couldn’t it have been the tattoos or the black and white thing?” You muttered, moving back over to the table to make notes on the things you’d just discovered.

You were so lost in your studies and notes that you didn’t even notice the twins entering the room with Lee until they were right next to you.

“Any developments?” George asked, causing you to jump.

“Merlin’s beard!” You yelled, smacking him on the arm. Fred and Lee snickered from behind you both.

“Well?” Fred asked expectantly, his gaze sweeping over the table that was now covered with multiple cauldrons and a rack that you’d filled with at least twelve versions of the soulmate potion. He made to pick one up, but you swatted his hand away.

“I’ve made some developments, but those ones aren’t ready yet. So don’t touch my system, Weasley.”

“Alright, alright. Won’t touch ‘em. We’ve come to bring you down to dinner anyway. It’s getting late.” Fred said, guiding you towards the door.

“How long have I been in here?” you asked, forgetting that you’d forgotten the wrist watch your mum had gotten you so you had no clue what time it was or when you’d last eaten.

“Johnson kept them in practice for about five hours, so we missed lunch.” Lee remarked as he walked beside you, “George nearly got her with a bludger to get her to let us leave, but it got Fred in the arm instead.”

You froze, hearing what Lee had said, but the others didn’t seem to notice and you darted your eyes to Fred’s right arm. There was no way, right?

“Yeah, gave him a nasty bruise.” George winced, “Ah well, nothing a little bruise paste can’t clear up.”

“Was it that bad?” you asked shakily, hoping they wouldn’t notice the inflection to your voice. You needed more details, more time, to determine if what you suspected was true.

“Nah, just got a lump on my arm the size of that bludger. It’s pretty gnarly. I’ll use it to market the bruise paste later tonight. See if we can get some of the Gryffindors to add that to their purchase list.” Fred grinned, surreptitiously rubbing his arm. His right arm. The same arm that was sporting a bruise on your own body.

Dinner passed quickly with the twins talking to you and Lee about upcoming plans for the products you all were inventing when, all of a sudden, Lee stabbed Fred’s left hand hard with his fork, nodding his head at a Ravenclaw witch who had just entered the Great Hall. He’d been talking about her for weeks, but never made a move to ask her out despite his long-winded speeches of being a ‘lady-killer.’

The pain radiated on your own hand and you were horrified to see the marks from the tines on both the back of your hand and Fred’s, though he didn’t notice since he was too busy brandishing his own fork at Lee who’d surrendered quickly. You snatched your hand off the table, trying to focus on your pumpkin juice instead of the fight the boys were having, rolling your eyes at their stupidity.

Only George noticed your odd actions, but he very smartly didn’t say a word in your presence and you didn’t notice his pointed stares. You were trying to convince yourself, and failing, that what you really needed was a good night’s sleep and that you must be imagining things. But two injuries to Fred in one day and you receiving the aftermath of both of them just couldn’t be a coincidence.

But the topping on the cake was three days later when Fred landed himself in detention with Umbridge. You knew what she was going to make him do and so you waited in your bed for the letters to appear on the back of your hand, as you figured they would. It would be the final test to see if you were right about the soulmate potion and who it was pointing you towards.

And finally, there they were. A burning sensation took over your skin, making you feel like you’d been stung by a hundred bees as the cuts appeared on your skin, spelling out the phrase “I must not be a nuisance.” You gasped, the pain sharper than you’d expected. You hadn’t landed yourself in detention with Umbridge yet, but this was horrible. The pain made you cry, but the shock of your findings was almost worse.

Fred Weasley was your soulmate. There was no other explanation.

You laid back on your bed, clutching your hand, and closed your eyes. Fred couldn’t be your soulmate, you reasoned. For multiple reasons.

Number one, even though you’d had a horrible crush on him for the past year or so, he had never once seemed to indicate that he felt the same and you were never going to ask him. Number two, he had just broken up with Angelina a few months prior on summer holiday and tensions were still high between the two of them. You were sure that that was part of the reason she’d kept them in practice for so long the other night. Number three, the only logical thing was that he’d tampered with the potion so that it would point to him and so they could get a laugh.

All three things made you upset, so you were grateful when sleep claimed you for the night, and you were thankful that you didn’t hear any of your roommates come in either.

The next morning, the back of your hand was still mottled and you looked at it in shock. The pain was gone, but the scars were still there. There was no way you were going to be able to hide this without a glamor of some sort. So that’s what you did.

At breakfast, you were strangely quiet, even when the twins asked you for updates on the potion. You were hesitant to say it worked, but the words came out anyway when they asked. Both their eyes nearly bugged out of their heads when you said you’d realized who your soulmate was and that they were at Hogwarts.

“Who? Who is it?” They asked, stumbling over each other’s words as they grilled you for information.

“I’m not revealing that.” you scoffed. “Now, I’ve taken copious notes on the subject, improved the taste of the potion, and made sure it can be replicated, so you shouldn’t have any issues there. You can market it with the Wonder Witch line, or do something else. But that’s all I’ll say on the matter.”

George and Fred both looked at you curiously, but didn’t disagree with you so you let the matter drop as you discussed the ways you were going to prevent Umbridge from figuring out some of the other things you were up to with your inventions.

But the twins didn’t really let the matter drop and they combed through your notes, finding the one paper you had forgotten to take with you from the Room of Requirement.

“Injury to the arm last Saturday, imprints of a fork on the same day, a burn from a firework on Wednesday, and blimey! Words from Umbridge’s evil quill etched into the skin of the hand.” George read aloud to both Fred and Lee.

“Is she taking notes of my injuries?” Fred asked, looking over George’s shoulder at the list you’d written.

Lee gasped, then started cackling, pointing at Fred with tears in his eyes as he continued to laugh.

“Quit taking the piss, mate. What are you laughing for?”

“Merlin’s beard, Fred! You asked her to make a soulmate potion and she got one of the lamest options! Did you tamper with the cauldron when she was making it?” Lee asked, tears of laughter still twinkling in his dark eyes.

Fred looked at him in confusion.

“George, what’s this tosser talking about?”

George, to his credit, shook his head and handed him the list. He’d figured it out far quicker than Fred and Lee had, noticing your odd behavior around Fred for the past week or so, especially when you started taking notice of what Fred had done to himself injury-wise.

“She’s your soulmate, you dummy.” Lee answered for him.

Fred furrowed his brow, reading over the list. And sure enough, it wasn’t just a list of his injuries, but where they’d appeared on your body. Not his. You’d correlated them to him, though, and it was obvious now. You were his soulmate. His best friend, you.

Lee and George stood there, waiting to see his reaction, but Fred didn’t say a word before rushing out of the room with the list in his hand. Lee and George tore after him, sure he was about to muck this up.

And muck it up he did.

Fred found you in the common room, having fallen asleep reading a book. You were sprawled on one of the couches, Hermione and Harry near you in comfy chairs by the fire. They looked up when the twins and Lee came in, but stared on in horror as Fred marched right up to their friend with a crazed look in his eyes and shook you awake.

“W-what?” you startled, dropping your book on the floor. The impact woke you immediately and you looked up just to make eye contact with Fred. You gasped, seeing the look in his eyes.

“What is this?” he demanded, shoving your list in your hands. You took the list and scanned over it, gaping up at him without saying anything. Fred didn’t speak either as he snatched your left hand and pointed his wand at it, saying, “Revelio!”

The glamor you’d placed over it to hide the scar faded immediately, leaving the words glaringly imprinted in your skin. You snatched your hand back, trembling, and looked back up at Fred who was looking more determined than you’d ever seen him.

“So did the potion work?” he asked thickly. You nodded hesitantly. “And it’s me? I’m your soulmate?” Another nod.

Fred raked his hands through his hair. Lee and George watched from behind, ready to jump in if needed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Fred asked incredulously.

You gaped up at him, panicking as you stole glances around you at the other people in the common room. Quite a few of them were looking over at your little group, causing you to shrink into yourself.

Why didn’t you tell him? Why? So many reasons, but one being the most notable.

“I didn’t want to force it on you.” you murmured, moving to a sitting position on the couch as you kept your hand hidden. Fred knelt down beside you on the floor and gently took your hands in his this time.

“It’s not forced if I want this too. Why do you think I had you make this potion?” Fred asked quietly, rubbing his fingers over the scarred tissue his request had inadvertently caused.

“For the profit?” you asked dumbly, still trying to process the turn of events here. Fred laughed, but not unkindly. He smiled at you.

“Because I wanted you to be happy. You’ve always been there for us and we’ve done precious little for you in return. And I’ll be honest, you’ve been catching my eye for the past year, so I’m thrilled that it’s you and me, yeah?”

“Really?” you whispered.

“Honest to Merlin.”

“And you’re not upset with me?” you asked nervously.

“Not in the slightest. Do I wish I’d noticed sooner? Absolutely, but we can’t change that. I’m sorry you got the one side effect you didn’t want. You didn’t deserve to feel the same pain as me or get marks because of it.”

“It was worth it. Well, mostly. They all hurt like hell.”

Fred chuckled.

“Now what’s the antidote to your potion? Y’know, so you can stop getting the same injuries as me?”

And that’s when you blanched.

“I didn’t make one.”

[jamglii]

acting like they forgot yall had plans together

incl ;; isagi, bachira, barou, kunigami, shidou

warnings ;; fem reader

an's ;; was gonna make this a samu version but I got lazy uh, here hc's

isagi

you text him on friday, a day before your supposed plans and let me tell you he's freaking OUT. he doesn't want to tell you he forgot, and now your asking him what to wear and man could it get any worse?

apparently it could because now your asking him who he should bring and telling him how excited you are and much you've been lookikg forward to it.

he feel like the worst boyfriend on earth and is wondering if he should ask one of the friends that your bringing ( apparently ) and so he devises a plan.

"YN, you said you were bringing [ Friends Name ] Right?" And you can't help but continue the joke and accusingly say, "What?! No, was that supposed to be some sort of joke?"

Now, he feels like shit for even suggesting and is also concerned about what [ Friends Name ] did. He couldn't have forgot that too could he?

"Y-yeah, no I just...yeah."

You burst out laughing and he realizes this is probably another one of your "ticktack trends"

You hold his face softly, "Oh poor baby, it was just a joke we dont have any plans."

His face is hot and he moves your hands away to go pout on the couch. "Stop doing that..you were scaring me..."

"Aw was I? Don't worry, It was fun watching you question your sanity."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better..."

bachira

"We had plans!?" Immediately, without a second thought. And you can't contain your laughter, his hands wete placed comically on the sides of his head, his mouth wide open from shock and confusion.

"Dude, no."

"Oh thank God." He places a hand over his heart.

"Really? You werent even gonna try and play along? What if it was for real and I got mad"

He paused for a moment, thinking over the idea seriously.

"I guess you could put me in NTT for a bit maybe.." he side eyed you breasts and now you were even more confused.

"NTT?"

"No titty timeout"

You burst out laughing and Bachira couldn't help but grin at your reaction. He loved making you laugh.

"Sure, I guess I could. Probably make sure you'd remember next time huh?"

"100% !"

barou

"no we don't. now sit down, I wanna feel my girlfriend."

You roll your eyes and didn't bother fighting his party pooping attitude. You sat down and cuddled up next to his warm body.

"How do you know, you could have forgot..."

"It's not marked on my calendar, and even if it wasn't I'd never forget"

You glanced at the calendar, everything Barou needed to do in the future was meticulously marked on that damned stupid calender.

Should've wrote a fake date there...

"Who do you take me for seriously? Even if you wrote a fake date I would've known."

Oop! Did you say that out loud? No, it was just Barou and his stupidly good sense of you. Weirdo.

"Ugh, you suck, lets just watch" You were frowning but snuggles closer too him.

"Says the one latched to my chest..."

"Shhhh, the show..."

kunigami

He knows you guys don't actually have plans but he plays along anyways. "Uh huh, and did you still wanna go at 6?"

Somehow gaslights you into thinking that you forgot yall had plans. But you should've known otherwise from the way he was smiling. A cheshire grin spread across his face agreeing with everything you say in full confidence, untill finally you break.

"Im lying! We don't have plans, also a Mega Hotel? What are you talking about?"

He's laughing in your face and your cheeks light up.

"Hey! Get your own joke meanie!"

shidou

"deadass?"

you continue playing the act. "yes? you didn't forget did you?"

"say you swear." he's done a full 180° too see you now, staring incredulously into your eyes, waiting for a response.

"I swear—why would I be lying?"

"No way.." he holds his hands on his head. "No fucking way..." he was breathless, like it was impossible for him to believe what you were saying was true.

"YN, I'm gonna be so serious. I think i must be high, cause I cannot remember a single discussion of planning anything right now."

"Really dude?" You asked, unimpressed. He cocked his head adorably. "It was a joke.

"Oh shit, thank God. I thought I was a goner." he turns back around, relief filling his voice.

"Seriously? What if it wasn't a joke?"

"You'd forgive me"

You gaped at his answer, "And what makes you sure of that?" you asked sassily.

"You love me." he said confidently.

"I do, what's your point?"

"You love me, that is the point." He said, nodding his head sure of himself.

"Right..."

an's ;; guys, i think tumblr is deleting my rq's wtf 🤒

[hexed-hearts]

Midnight Rendezvous

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Human Torch!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Slow Burn, Emotional Suppression, Soft Moments

Word count: 1,150

Summary: Quite late night encounters bring Reader and Wanda closer together

A/N: Hey guys! It’s certainly been awhile, I started this but never really finished so this is what I think is presentable right now lol. Thanks for all of your feedback! Enjoy!

The compound is quiet as I lean against the kitchen countertop. A late night bowl of cereal in hand as I take in the tranquility. Since joining the Avengers, everything has been so fast paced and busy. Hardly much time to be alone unless I’m in my room or doing training modules. The team has been welcoming, it’s not everyday a top SHEILD agent gets powers, and it’s even more crazy that I am now immune to fire. Thor calls me the human torch but I think that’s a silly name.

I continue to munch on my bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch when I hear the faint sound of a door opening. Light footsteps slowly make their way towards me. The smell of her shampoo wafts into the room before she appears, her bright red hair pulling me into her green eyes when she finally steps in. “It’s late, what’s got you still up?” She asks, pulling out a mug from the cabinet as she prepares to make tea.

“I like the silence, it feels like everything slows down at night. I can focus better. Besides,” I grab the tea that was hiding behind me and hand it to her, “I can ask the same of you.”

She frowns, “I uh…couldn’t sleep.” She looks away from me, her eyes focused on the water as she waits for it to boil. Her fingers tapping on the rim of the mug with impatience.

“Are you…okay, Wanda? Do you need to talk about i-“

“I’m fine.” She cuts me off quickly, eyes never leaving the still water. Her tense shoulders rising even higher. I don’t respond to her right way, instead letting her words linger in the silence of the room.

“Well, when you’re not fine…I’m all ears.” I drink the last of the milk in my bowl and quickly wash it out. I feel her eyes watching me as I move around the kitchen. Every movement is meticulously surveillanced. I finally pause in front of her, our eyes locking as I take in the state of her exhaustion. Her eyes are red, her hair sticks to her forehead, evident with sweat. I know she’s not fine but I don’t push it, instead I wrap my hand around the water pot and use my powers to bring it to a boil. “Good night Wanda,” I state as I leave her alone in the kitchen.

A week goes by before I catch Wanda in the kitchen again. I get up in the middle of the night for my midnight cereal. As I step into the kitchen, I’m stunned to see Wanda standing with her hands firmly wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Hair tied up in a messy bun as she stands with her oversized band shirt on, Led Zeppelin. Our eyes lock together, surprise evident on my face, “for once you beat me here, I didn’t expect that.”

“I hope I’m not in your way,” she says sheepishly, “I know you like your quiet.”

“You’re fine, certainly not in my way,” I pour the cereal into my bowl before pouring the milk in, “besides…I’ll make an exception for you anyway.” She sends me a smile over her mug, “still couldn’t sleep huh?”

“Nope,” she says bluntly.

“Are you ever going to tell me why?”

“Nope.” She pops.

“Figured.” She sips on her tea as I eat my bowl in conjoined silence, the faint buzzing of the kitchen light the only sound that fills the room. “How come you don’t conjure up a cup of tea with your magic, why do you always make it by hand?”

“The tea doesn’t taste the same, it tastes like residual magic.” She says.

“What does magic taste like?” I chuckle, sipping on my remaining milk.

“You know what pop rocks are?” I nod, “it tastes like pop rocks and dirt.”

I laugh at her description, “oh come on it can’t be that bad. I remember pop rocks being pretty good when I had them.” I clean my bowl and lean against the counter next to her.

“Probably cause they were filled with sugar and artificial flavors,” she elbows my side, the corners of her eye crinkling with her smile, “you’ll just have to experience it yourself.”

“Well then, I look forward to our next midnight rendezvous,” I give her a light tap on the shoulder, “goodnight Wanda.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

A few more days go by before I make my midnight walk from my room to the kitchen. The kitchen light is already on by time I make it to the hallway, indicating that Wanda beat me again. I walk into the kitchen to find Wanda leaning against the counter with her tea, a bowl and a box of cereal sitting next to her.

“Took you long enough, I was beginning to think I would spend tonight alone.” She quips.

“No way, you promised me magic cereal and I’ve been dying to taste it.” I sit on top of the counter top across from her, my legs swinging in the open space.

“Alright fine,” with a wave of her hand a pristine bowl of cereal appears, looking like it was plucked out of a commercial. She hands it to me across the empty space and I eagerly take it, using the spoon to push some of the cereal under the milk before taking my first bite. She watches my face expectantly, waiting for my reaction.

“Oh…oh no…” my face contorts in disgust as I slowly chew, “the tingling is certainly like pop rocks.” I jump off the counter and spit out the remnants in the trash, Wanda laughs as she watches me.

“I tried to tell you, maybe next time you should put your listening ears on,” she mocks as she makes the bowl of magic cereal disappear.

“Listen witchy,” she raises her eyebrow at the nickname, “I wasn’t not listening, I just had a hypothesis that I wanted to check out.” I grab the normal cereal and milk and quickly make myself a bowl.

“So your defense is that you chose to ignore me?” She questions as she tilts her head.

“Nooo, how could I ever ignore you,” I pointed my spoon at her before taking a bite of my new cereal, “more like… selective hearing.”

She chuckles, “whatever you say weirdo,” she finishes her tea, staring at the empty mug as she runs her fingers through her hair. She taps the rim with her finger as she contemplates her next move. “I better get off to bed now.”

“Leaving so soon, and here I thought we were bonding, witchy.” She shoots me a glare before rolling her eyes, shaking her head as a small smile creeps on her face.

“Don’t push it there pyro, goodnight Y/N.” She turns and starts walking out of the kitchen.

“Goodnight Wanda, get some rest.”

“I’ll certainly try.”

[martiansodas-blog]

Art x reader meeting the readers parents and it's an absolute mess:(

(bonus points if he finds her old room and plays with her calico critters and plushies)

ok my brain automatically went to older! art soooo…

your parents knew 2 things about your new boyfriend.

1- he’s successful.

and 2- he’s a couple years older than you.

a couple years is an understatement.

but you figured once they met him and saw how sweet he treated you it wouldn’t matter!

this did not turn out to be the case.

your mom and dad took one look at him and made a snap judgment.

they knew his type, (supposedly.)

old money. a younger girl on his arm. cold and aloof. power hungry.

it’s a shame. this couldn’t be farther from the truth.

art donaldson may be a weapon on the court, but behind closed doors he’s the little spoon who makes you heart shaped pancakes.

“so. where did the two of you meet?” your mother asks, more to be pleasant and less because she wants to know the answer.

“at work,” you said , fondly remembering the exchange, “he was-“

“heckling my daughter in the workplace?”

“mom.” you warn “no.”

“honey,” your dad reigns her in

she huffs and crosses her arms in defeat.

“i was needing some more tennis equipment, actually.” art chimes in,

“yeah he was looking for these fancy sweatbands but we didn’t carry any, we just sort of got to talking.”

your dad gave you both a soft smile

“well, you seem to make our little girl very happy.”

incoming call from: tashi

“speaking of little girl, that’s probably her saying goodnight. excuse me.”

art very politely stepped out onto the porch.

“he has a kid?” your mothers eyes looked like they could pop out of her head at any second. “honestly why on earth would you think this is a good idea?”

“yes he does and she’s very sweet. her names lily.” you said firmly.

“so what? you’re gonna be a stepmom in your early twenties? is that what you want?”

“i wanted to introduce the person i love to my parents. but obviously that was a bad idea.”

your dad ushers your mom into their bedroom. he gives you a apologetic glance before he closes the door.

you stood there, frozen in the entryway for an unknown amount of time. as long as it took for art to finish his call and rest his hands on your shoulders from behind.

“hey hey, what’s the matter? what happened?”

you didn’t realize you were crying until you started to speak. well, tried to speak anyway.

“they,” you sniffed, “she…i’m sorry,”

“oh honey,” he pulled you into a hug.

you buried your face in his toned chest.

“i should’ve known this would happen” you heaved, gripping his shirt.

“shh, shh it’s ok. this is most definitely not your fault.”

he stroked your back and pressed feather light kisses to your hairline until you calmed down. when you removed yourself there was a wet patch right in the middle of his torso.

“let’s go upstairs, yeah?” he suggested gently.

he was almost using his dad voice.

you nodded, grabbed his coarse hand and guided him up the steps.

“so this is your childhood bedroom?”

art took in the whimsy filled room. the ceiling was only about a foot taller than him.

“the one and only.” you managed to crack a smile.

it was just how you’d left it at 18. the walls were pink and green. a choice you’d made at 7 and never got around to changing.

you’re glad you never painted over it now, though. it makes you feel innocent again, like a time capsule you can walk into.

art strolled around the room. looking at drama club trophies that lined the bookshelf, the collection of calico critters and the photo booth films stuck on your mirror.

there was a good amount of dust on everything. it caused a pit in your stomach to open up.

“you ok?”

“yeah” you nodded, “just got a little carried away by nostalgia.”

art wasn’t sure if touch would be the right thing for you right now, so he opened his arms, giving you the option.

you hugged him without a second thought. like an instinct. you squeezed him with all your might, like a stress ball. art hardly felt it, though.

figures.

“meeting my family will go better. my grandmas already looking forward to it.”

you lifted your head to look at him.

“really?”

such a simple sentence gave you butterflies.

“yeah,” he chuckled, like it was obvious “i’ve told her all about you.”

you truly didn’t know what to say. so touched by the sincerity and excitement in his tone. it. it caused you to break into a smile, a real smile, for the first time since you’d got to your parents house.

“i’d like that very much.”

[ynsvnte]

Maybe not so bad at all ! — Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut (18+ MDNI!!), college, frat party, strangers to fwb, drabble

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names, begging, fingering, p in v, creampie, teasing

Pairing: jock!jake x fem!reader

Masterlist

“Well..well..who do we have here?” You heard a voice behind you causing you to turn around and face this person. But once you saw them. You wished you never turned around. Jake, of the school's infamous jock. Known for fucking really good. But you otherwise don’t believe so. Was it because you didn’t want your ego to be hurt in the slightest? Maybe. He is hot. There’s no denying It’s a fact, everyone can see that he is and is very good looking that’s why he can get he wants. Here’s the odd thing about him.

Despite his reputation off being the jock, and being a good fuck. He’s never dated anyone.. Maybe he likes someone? Or he’s just too scared. Rumors about his relationship status always were a thing. Jake never seems to even bother to address them. Just allowing them to still live even in your final years of college. So it was no surprise to see Jake at the party. But have him approach you? Hell yeah. You’ve only made one interaction with him which was why back in freshman year of college. It has been years since you even said a word to him.

“Oh hey..” you say awkwardly, hoping that he’ll leave you alone. “So what brings you here yn?” Wait, he still knows you… How? “How do you know my name..?” You said softly but surprised. “Since our freshman year…” Of course..what else would it be. “Oh that..” Jake laughed at you. Teasing you “Seems you remember that too..”

“Don’t think you’re special..” you looked at him sternly, taking a sip from your drink and set it down onto the counter. “Whatever you say..” you rolled your eyes. You looked around, still feeling his eyes on you..you made eye contact with him, and raised an eyebrow. “Need something..?” Jake only shook his head before speaking, “No. just wanted to talk to you..” Talk to you? For what reason? “And why is that?” You were not even more curious.. “No reason..can’t a guy just talk to a girl with no harsh intentions.” Whatever.. but you felt deep down that he wanted something out of you.. “you sure?” You felt like a detective with all these questions you were asking him.. He only sighed.. “I’m sure..” You could barely hear each so shouting was the best choice.. “Wanna go somewhere more peaceful?” You could hear Jake’s voice. You only nodded your head before Jake dragged you outside into the backyard where they’re were quite a few people, but way less than inside. You stand there awkwardly before finding a spot to sit down at… “You know..” you started off by saying..looking at him directly into his eyes.. “I wouldn’t mind..” Gosh your drink was taking a toll on your behavior. “Wouldn’t mind what?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do something to me?” “And what is that something..?” “You fucking me..” Jake's face was in disbelief..He finds you hot..he lied when he said he didn't want something out of you. “Are you sure about this?” He asked. “I’m more than sure..but wouldn’t we need more of a private place..to you know…fuck me..” “I also heard you’re really good it it too..” you added while giggling.. “Shall we test that rumor out..” You nodded your head before Jake grabbed you hand and took you back inside. Heading upstairs..he finds an empty bedroom and shoves you inside, locking to the door behind him. Jake grabs you and pushes you into the bed before kissing you.

You had to say his lips were plump and felt perfect against yours. The sexual tension was already high..and now probably even higher. “Fuck..” Jake said under his breath..your lips felt amazing against his. “Let me just—“ Jake pulls away from your lips causing you to whine at the loss of feeling of his lips. Jake grabs the bottom of your shirt and lifts it off you. “Like what you see?” You tease.. “Like it? I love it..” Jake continues to kiss you harshly. Both of you are moaning into each other's lips. “How about we make it even?” Jake says before taking off his own shirt. He grabbed your hands off pinning them above your head. Now you have nowhere to go. You wrapped your legs around his waist keeping him close to you. Feeling his hard on. You started to grind on him, which made him let a groan as he started kissing your neck.. “Don’t do that..” He warned you. “And why?” You asked, looking at him innocently. “Maybe since I don’t wanna come inside my pants and rather inside of you…” His words made you clench around nothing m, but Jake noticed this and smirked.. “So you want me to come inside of you..” You nodded your head shyly.. “Use your words princess. Don’t you wanna be a good girl..?” He continues to tease you.. you wish you get rid of his sexy smirk on his face but opted out for the safer choice. Not that you had much of a choice in the first place..

“Y-yes..I like it..” You said softly, slightly embarrassed. “There you go..” Jake praised you. He began removing the rest of your clothes leaving you bare naked in front of him. “You look so pretty..all for me..and only me..” you whimper, waiting for him to do something. Jake starts teasing your clit by grazing his finger, but not putting it inside yet. “Jake please” you begged. “Please what..?” He asked, looking up at your face. “Just hurry please. Put it inside..pretty please..” You were desperate to get his fingers inside of you. Who knew this would happen one day. You under Jake, begging him to finger you. Jake compiled and slowly began to insert one finger. His thick finger making its way inside of you. You moan at the sensation.

“Mhm..feels so good.” One of Jake’s hands still held onto both of your hands. Jake began to finger you at a slow pace until you begged him to go faster. “Jake faster please—oh fuck..yeah..” He was going at a constant pace. You were becoming a dumb mess just by being fingered. Both of you are so glad it’s loud outside or else everyone would’ve heard how loud you were. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer.. “Jake bout-to-come..” you say through your moans. Your legs began to shake a bit. “That’s it, come for me. Come for me like that good little girl you are.” And just like that. You came all over his finger. He was riding your high out as you were breathing hard for air. He lets go of your hands and back ups. The room went quiet before Jake spoke up..

“Don’t you think I deserve something too..?” You open your eyes to see Jake naked now. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw him for the first time. Guess they weren’t really lying. “Let’s test the theory shall we?” Jake climbed on top of you. Cock lying right on top of you before aligning his tip to your entrance.. with one shove he’s inside. “Ha—Jake..too big..” you say grabbing him by his arms.. “Shhh…it’s okay..I’ll let you get adjusted, don't worry..” He waited for your walls to get used to his size. “Ready?” He asked once he felt you fully relaxed.. you nodded your head saying “yeah..” Jake pulled out before going back in. Both moaning at the feeling of each other. Minutes went by and Jake thrusts only got faster. How can you feel so good? You looked down and saw where you and Jake are connected. You see a small bulge forming. Seeing how he exits and re-enters.

“Princess..so so close..want to come together..please..?” Jake whispered into your ear to which you agreed. You both are not far from coming.. a few seconds later. “So close..fuck..coming..” Jake said at last before you feel his cum enter you which triggers your own orgasm. Jake kisses your quiet down your moans a bit. Sweaty bodies against each other. Jake pulls away from the kiss and lays next to you..

“So do I fuck good?”

“Yeah maybe you’re not so bad at all..” you said, turning your head, facing Jake. To your surprise he was already looking at you.. “Well, let's clean up,” He suggested. You get up and change back into your clothes. You can still feel both your and his cum inside you.

“Oh and by the way give me your number after the party is over..” Jake asked before you left the room.. You smiled.. kissing his cheeks. “Of course”

Author’s Note: I wrote this in so many places in the car, bed, class. I was really trying to get this out and soo um this is it. 11 pm rn but that’s okay. Night owl things (let me stfu)

© ynsvnte copyright 2024

[berrystainedsue]

some of my all time favourite fics!

*as of 4/3/2025

@tommolinson asked me what my all time fav fics are, so i thought hey why not do a masterpost of sorts. these are fics i come back to and reread over and over. there is literally no way i can ever fit all my favourite fics into a post so im going to try and pick my top faves.

Remember Me Before You (293K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers.

A New Girl AU.

★・・・・・・★

Escapade (146K) by dolce_piccante 

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

★・・・・・・★

Relief Next To Me (333K) by dolce_piccante

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

★・・・・・・★

[series] No Control Club by SadaVeniren | @sadaveniren

No Control is a No From Me

By Harry Styles

I know this is probably a controversial opinion and review because I have only heard great things from people going to No Control before but I cannot recommend it to anyone. While the facility is nice, the people who work there do not seem to care for their clients well being, and I do not feel safe going there in any capacity. I suppose when I want to play next I will have to travel back down to London, or maybe, unfortunately, Liverpool. If I must.

Aka Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

★・・・・・・★

★・・・・・・★

[series] Your Mess Is Mine (214K) by amory | @amories

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

★・・・・・・★

Eternal Summer (75K) by j_klmnop

After the death of his estranged father, Harry has to make the trip from England to Italy to say his goodbyes. He has seven days before the funeral, and since his summer break has just begun, he decides to make a road trip out of it.

His carefully planned itinerary is thrown out the window when he meets a beautiful blue eyed hitchhiker named Louis, who is trying to flee from his controlling family.

With no destination in mind— just the desire to get as far away as possible, Louis decides to tag along for the ride, with plans to continue on once they arrive.

With a few hiccups and some personal revelations along the way, they both end up gaining much more from the trip than they had bargained for.

★・・・・・・★

[series] A Picture's Worth by unscattered_horizons

ziam (162K) , larry (172K) & shiall (144K) stories

★・・・・・・★

Second Spring (103K) by beechersnope

Two years into their relationship, Louis and Harry encounter a new beginning.

★・・・・・・★

[series] such a beautiful dream (112K) by staybeautiful

Louis woke up after having a sexy dream about his best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend resolved to never think about it again. He hardly knew Harry, so what difference would it make? But when they are thrown together only a few days later, Louis had to admit, his subconscious might have been onto something.

★・・・・・・★

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) (128K) by green_feelings

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

★・・・・・・★

futile devices (i do love you) (103K) by fckingfreakshow

the one where harry's mom gets engaged when he's 17 and he's truly, madly, deeply in love with his 23–or 24–year old stepbrother.

★・・・・・・★

To the Ends of the Earth (68K) by stylinsoncity

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

★・・・・・・★

The World Outside Is Bigger Than Me (60K) by Ioudloudlove 

A university sweetheart AU where Harry and Louis haven't spoken for years after a bad break up. But seeking shelter from a storm, Louis unwittingly finds himself on Harry's doorstep..

★・・・・・・★

got the sunshine on my shoulders (124K) by hattalove

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

★・・・・・・★

Baby We Could Be Enough (74K) by lovelarry10 | @likelarryfics

Harry Styles has always wanted a family, but his boyfriend doesn’t. When an unexpected pregnancy leaves Harry feeling alone and terrified, he feels he has no choice but to give up his baby. He finds a family with the adoptive parents, and maybe something more.

~

Louis Tomlinson and his wife, Jess, have been trying for a baby for years. Their hasty marriage after they first got pregnant has only led to a series of miscarriages that have put a strain on their already precarious relationship. When they meet a young man desperate for a home and someone to raise his child, Louis realizes that he may have been moving in the wrong direction all along.

★・・・・・・★

Teach me how to love (70K) by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) | @perfectdagger

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And as he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is.

“You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him.

Smooth.

Not really.

The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

★・・・・・・★

[series] All in the Golden Afternoon (252K) by leighllbealright | @leighllbealright

When Louis Tomlinson needed to find a new preschool for his daughter, he wasn't expecting the one across the street to be everything he and Goldie ever needed.

Or: the one where Louis is closed off, Harry is the weirdest person ever, and Gemma may as well be a psychic.

Somehow, calico-cat-style, they forge a beautiful family from pieces that don't quite fit.

★・・・・・・★

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming (46K) by parmahamlarrie | @parmahamlarrie

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

★・・・・・・★

Time Passed (66K) by coffinofachimera

Louis struggles with their relationship as Harry grows into his identity.

★・・・・・・★

Haven (35K) by orphan_account

"I take it you’re not a new student?”

“What?” Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. “Oh—No. Not a student.”

“Are you a sub?” Louis asks.

Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. “I don’t, uh—I mean. I’ve never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they’d hurt me. But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.”

Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter.

“Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god."

★・・・・・・★

For A Rainy Day (143K) by Ioudloudlove

A secret admirer AU where Harry tries to be the hero Louis desperately needs.

★・・・・・・★

Let Me Be Your Star (252K) by lovelarry10

Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

★・・・・・・★

these bad omens (I look right through them) (82K) by likelarry

How on earth does someone his parents' age look so damn hot? All of their other friends look... bland and boring.

But Louis, fucking hell. He's something out of Harry's wettest fucking dreams.

Where Louis is Harry's parents' friend and teaches at Harry's university. Harry can't resist getting a taste.

★・・・・・・★

Late Night Talking (53K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

★・・・・・・★

[series] all we can do is keep breathing (865K) by thealmightyavocado

a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

★・・・・・・★

You Can Hear It In The Silence (234K) by Imogenlee | @imogenleewriter

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options:

1) Move back into student halls.

2) Become homeless.

3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates.

He went with the third option. But it was a close race.

Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend.

If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads.

That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

★・・・・・・★

You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) (95K) by auburnstargazer | @harryrainbows

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

★・・・・・・★

Wind beneath my wings (93K) by lunarheslwt | @lunarheslwt

“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.”

Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm.

“I’m capable of hurting you.”

“But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered.

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

★・・・・・・★

How It Would Feel To Be Free (90K) by lovelarry10 | @chloehl10

“When's she due?”

“She said next month,” Harry replied quickly, ignoring the look of shock on Louis’ face. “How the hell am I going to tell my parents that I’m going to be a father, and to a baby born out of wedlock? It’s going to be some whole-ass scandal, Lou, and I can’t ... I can’t-”

 “I’ll help you. Whatever it takes, Harry, I’ll be there for you.”

 ~~~~~

When Prince Harry unexpectedly becomes a father, his best friend Louis steps in. The masses believe the baby is Louis’, but all Harry wants is to tell the world the truth - about the baby and his feelings for Louis.

★・・・・・・★

elephant juice (32K) by stylinsoncity

harry doesn't understand boundaries. louis doesn't mind at all.

★・・・・・・★

Temporary Fix (237K) by dbeaux

Whether it’s a company event, a date for the day, a hookup, a vacation companion, or even just someone to spend time with for a few hours, whether it’s formal, extremely casual, or somewhere in between, no matter what the requirements, you provide when and what your needs are and leave the rest to us. - Temporary Fix

Harry needs someone to go with him to his parents' yearly event. After months of debating and one drunken night, he wakes up to find he submitted the application. He knows it's unfair to subject someone to his life, but when his eyes land on Louis, he finds himself drawn to him. Is it possible that Louis could be his saving grace?

Louis doesn't need anyone. He's better off alone, so why did Zayn send in his application to Temporary Fix? Louis has secrets...lots of them, and he intends to keep them. After all, no one needs to know, but after he meets Harry he finds himself wondering if he can let go and trust again. Can Louis let Harry in? Can Harry accept him once he knows everything?

★・・・・・・★

What Was I Made For (40K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

Louis’ eyes narrowed. “Go on. Tell me how I don’t belong in this world and I never should have been born.”

“Louis … I don’t want to do any of that. I never wanted to abuse your trust, I just … I knew something was bothering you and then I called Liam and he told me that you were … and I just wanted to understand. (…) If I understood what was causing you this anguish, I could help.”

“No one can help me,” Louis mumbled, a tear spilling over onto his cheek.

“I can, Lou,” Harry said in a soft, gentle voice. “I’m not scared of you. I don’t hate you. I just want to help.”

★・・・・・・★

Hiding Place (365K) by orphan_account

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

★・・・・・・★

[deleted fic, link to download] Road Less Travelled (98K) by freetheankles

Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada.

Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed.

Louis certainly didn’t need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband.

A trespasser who wasn’t supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis’ sleeve — where it once laid.

No, Louis definitely didn’t need Harry.

★・・・・・・★

Of Mates and Men (630K) by bananaheathen | @bananaheathen

In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of.

Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance.

Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

★・・・・・・★

[deleted fic, link to download] Where Your Heart Is (154K) by tvshows_addict

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

★・・・・・・★

No Good Deed (Goes Unpunished) (168K) by JasTheLarrie

A misinterpreted gesture of kindness pits newly-single father Louis against a kind-hearted Harry who only wants to help.

“I don’t need your pity,” he seethed. At Louis’ words, Harry frowned.

“You don’t have it.” Harry’s voice was quiet. Hurt. “I’ve been where you are. I don’t pity you, Louis.”

“Pity or not, you were out of line,” Louis growled through gritted teeth. “I didn’t ask for your help and I definitely don’t need it.”

He was hanging onto restraint for dear life. He wanted to scream in Harry’s face. He wanted to make him feel as shitty as he’d just made Louis feel. He wanted to embarrass Harry the way he’d just embarrassed him.

“I’m doing just fine without your charity. Keep your ‘good deeds’ to yourself.”

★・・・・・・★

A Long Way From The Playground (170K) by Pink_Sunsets

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

★・・・・・・★

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[moonlight0934]

Being Robin is the best thing I've ever done

Damian curls up on the couch, flipping his book open. It’s quiet in the manor with almost all of its occupants out of town. Bruce is out of the country, helping the JL with some big mission while Alfred is visiting England. Jason had left town right after Bruce to visit Roy and Lian. Cass is working in Frace on a mission, and Stephanie is working a case with Dick. That leaves Tim and Damian as the only two vigilantes left in the city, though Damian honestly hasn’t minded. Sleeping is hard in this big, quiet house, and splitting the patrol routes with Tim leaves him out a lot longer than it normally would. It leaves him with less time sitting in the dark in his room. 

Tim has also been a quiet partner, not speaking much over the comms, which leads Damian to think that he’s got something else on his mind. He’s not normally that quiet, but Damian isn’t going to push. He’s probably working on a tough case. It has been pretty chill since they were left alone with no Rogue attacks, or major issues in Jason’s territory. Damian pauses his reading after a while, glancing down at his watch. 

“Hm, I lost track of time. I should start preparing dinner.” 

He gently places the bookmark into his book, but his phone starts ringing before he can stand up.

“Hello.” 

“Hey, can you get out on the streets? I’m working a gang case, and it turns out that drugs are involved. Now a few people are kinda trying to kill me.” 

“Make sure your tracker is on, and I’ll be there in a few,” Damian replies, trying not to sound exasperated. 

He’s not going to have time to make and eat dinner at this rate. They’re going to finish this, and then he’ll have maybe ten minutes before patrol, and that’s if he’s lucky. He can’t put patrol off since the area he’s covering is so large, and he has school tomorrow morning. He fixes his cape with a sigh. 

Guess I have to give up the idea of eating tonight. I’ll get up in time to have breakfast tomorrow. 

He pulls up Tim’s tracker, and heads off to his brother’s location. He makes the trip quickly between his grapple gun, and small sprints across rooftops. The wind is blowing pretty hard, ruffling his hair and cape. He finds Tim completely alone, tucked in an alleyway, dressing a small wound on his arm. 

“Red.” 

Tim waves briefly without looking up. 

“Where are the criminals, and who are we dealing with?” 

“They’re a few blocks back, but I wasn’t able to stop the deal yet. So they’ll either find us, or claim that they scared us off when the client asks about it. It’s one of Gotham’s ‘elite’. One of those socialite pricks. I don’t remember his name, but he’s the worst. Calls me names all the time,” Tim adds under his breath as he pins the bandage in place. 

“What kind of- Nevermind. We can discuss that later. Especially since we have an event in a few days.” 

“Will the others be back by then?” 

Damian shrugs. “I don’t know, but it currently isn’t looking like it. I was told that I would probably have to represent, so…” 

“Damn, must be serious, cause I thought he would never ask you. Anyway, we should stop that deal before the prick gets away.” 

Damian hums, motioning for Tim to lead the way. Damian follows Tim back to the warehouse where goons are gathering back up, obviously having given up on finding Tim. Damian clocks the socialite instantly since he’s the only one dressed up, and is actively rummaging through an absurd amount of drugs, all packed into tiny little bags. 

“He’s probably going to be hosting a party or something like that,” Tim says distastefully. 

“Is that normal?” 

“Well considering I got invited to a drug party the day after my dad’s funeral, I’ll say yes.” 

“That doesn’t seem socially appropriate.” Tim shrugs. 

“Gotham doesn’t even have common courtesy. I’ll go around back, you come from the side. Make sure to secure the drugs first. I’ll tie him up real fast, and then we can take out the goons.” 

Damian nods, hopping off of the building. He sees Tim race across to the next building so he can make his way around, and take them by surprise, and also take out the reinforcements lurking inside the warehouse. Damian waits a couple of minutes, perched on top of a lamppost, watching them talk. Then he swings over, landing between the socialite and the dealer. He knocks the dealer out with one swift hit, and slams the case of drugs closed. The socialite takes off, but Damian doesn’t bother with him, instead turning his attention back to the hordes of goons running towards him. 

Wow, this must have been a large deal. Maybe his first with these dealers, so they’re trying to prove something. Not that it matters how many of them there are. 

The next fifteen minutes are a blur of fighting making sure to keep the drugs in his peripheral. Finally, the only people left standing are him, and Tim, who’s standing a few feet away. 

“Ok, I’ll call the cops, and have them all taken in,” Tim says, grabbing his phone. 

Damian nods, a hand reaching up to his collarbone. There’s a small cut there, though quite deep. 

How did I get that? Ugh, doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with it later, once patrol is over. This took longer than I had hoped, and now I’m going to be late starting patrol if the cops take as long as they normally do to show up. Ugh, I’m going to get home so late. 

Damian can’t help the way his lips twist into a deep frown. Tim drops a hand onto Damian’s shoulder. 

“Hey, you good?” 

“I’m fine, just annoyed. I haven’t eaten today, and it looks like a late night is ahead of us.” 

“Well, how about this: we can go get some food, and I’ll take the last half hour of your patrol route if you’re not feeling up to it? You don’t have to answer now, but if you’re tired, or it’s getting too late, then you can comm me, and I’ll come to you.” 

Damian hesitates. 

“Alright, but I don’t need you to patrol for me. I can cover that.” 

“Ok, then you don’t have to reach out.” 

Tim puts a gentle hand on Damian’s shoulder, holding it there for a second. Damian’s shoulders slump, allowing himself to relax. He tenses as soon as the sound of the sirens reach them, and Tim pulls away. He walks over to the case, opening it, and counting the bags. 

Damn it, why didn’t I remember to do that? We’re always supposed to have our own files to give to Gordon so we can make sure the right amount makes it all the way to evidence. 

Damian strides off to meet the cops. Exactly as Damian thought it would, they end up taking forever to get everyone into custody, and gather all of the evidence, making Tim and Damian almost two hours late to start patrol. Damian ends up telling Tim that they should get started immediately since they’re so late, and he’ll eat when he gets home. By then, his head is spinning, and he’s a little dizzy. If Tim notices, he doesn’t mention it. 

“Make sure you let me know when you get home, Baby Bat.”

Damian nods, the world tilting even after he’s stilled. He doesn’t remember most of patrol, breezing through it without really being able to keep track of what’s going on. He’s coming to the last stretch when his legs give out. 

Damn, this shouldn’t be happening just cause I haven’t eaten, and didn’t sleep last night. I’ve trained for this. 

He stumbles back to his feet unsteadily, reaching for his comm. 

“Red, can you finish up my patrol? I think I need to get home. I don’t feel well,” he admits, the words feeling like poison rolling off of his tongue. 

“Of course, let me know when you get home. I’ll come check on you in a bit. I’ve got your location, so you can head back home now.” 

“Alright.” 

Damian flips his comm off with a tired sigh. He walks home since it’s not far, but it still takes forever, and his head is pounding in time with his heart by the time he gets there. He changes into shorts and a t-shirt, then heads for the kitchen. He reaches for the door of the fridge, then blinks in surprise at his purple nails. 

What the hell? 

He doesn’t even feel his legs go out this time, barely conscious enough to notice when his head hits the tiles.

Tim races across the rooftop at the end of Jason’s territory, keeping an eye out for any muggers, or small drug deals since Jason is pretty strict about that. This isn’t the first time that Jason has trusted Tim with his territory, but Tim always feels like he has to be hypervigilant since if something happens, Jason won’t be here to make an example out of the person at fault. Normally there’d be some dramatic ass retaliation like cutting out their tongue. 

He’s such a theater kid, so dramatic, but everything seems fine here. Guess I should go finish Dami’s patrol, and meet him at the house. He should have checked back in by now, but maybe he just forgot. He did seem off… I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll finish up quickly, and then head there. 

Tim races through the rest of Damian’s patrol, not even realizing how fast he’s going, but his anxiety doesn’t let him slow down. The mansion is quiet, even as he walks down the front hall. Tim doesn’t notice that he didn’t lock the door upon coming inside. A lump appears in Tim’s throat, and suddenly he’s unable to swallow. 

“Dames? You home?” 

There’s no answer, and the dread creeps down his throat, nestling in his chest. 

Calm down, maybe he’s in his room. 

“Dames?” he calls again, glancing into the sitting room. 

He continues walking upon finding no one there, and stops in the doorway to the kitchen. His heart stutters before he’s racing towards Damian. His baby brother is sprawled out across the floor, blood pooling around his head. There’s a cut across his forehead, which looks like he got it in the fall, but he’s not moving either. Tim looks him over, noting how his lips and nails are blue. He leans down to put his ear against Damian’s chest, the other hand held right above Damian’s lips. Tim finds his breathing far too shallow, and his heartbeat slow. 

He brushes Damian’s hair away from the cut, only to realize how cold Damian’s skin is. His eyes narrow in on a cut along Damian’s collarbone, small, but deep. 

“Careful, cause these guys are using some pretty nasty drugs, so don’t let ’em stick you with anything,” Jason had told him before leaving town. 

“You’re overdosing.” 

Tim rushes to pull his phone out of his pocket, knowing that he’s not equipped to deal with this alone. 

“He keeps the other hand pressed to the inside of Damian’s wrist. 

“Come on, Damian. Stay with me.” 

He explains the situation to the operator, claiming that Damian had gotten nicked with something while they were on a walk earlier as it was getting dark, but neither of them really thought much of it. They assumed it was nothing, but he was unconscious and barely breathing when Tim got back from grabbing dinner. Once the man on the other end gives Tim an estimate of ten minutes before the ambulance gets there, Tim hangs up, though the man did tell him to stay on the line. He doesn’t bother with that, turning his full attention to Damian. The door is unlocked already, so there’s no reason for him to focus on anything else. 

“Ok, stay with me, buddy,” Tim whispers as Damian’s breath stutters.

It evens out, and Tim releases a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

“It’s ok, Akh,” Tim whispers, the word feeling foreign in his mouth, but familiar to his ears. He’s not even sure when Damian had started calling him that, but it never quite felt right to say it back, as though he was overstepping a boundary, and Damian is so careful about the walls he’s built around himself. 

Tim cards a hand through Damian’s sweaty hair, pulling him fully onto his side to clear his airways. A few minutes later, Damian stirs for the first time, then vomits all over Tim, and down the front of his own shirt, almost choking. Tim pats his back, trying not to wince. 

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” he whispers over and over as if it will make Damian hold on. 

Then all of the sudden, paramedics are crashing into the room, and Tim is pulled away from his baby brother. He feels like crying, and pushing back to Damian, but he doesn’t do either. He merely sits back on his heels, and stays out of the way as they suction vomit out of Damian’s throat before placing an oxygen mask on him. He does follow them out to the ambulance, only stopping to grab a travel bag from the closet so he can change clothes once they get there. He tucks himself into the corner, farther from them, and watches. He watches every small deviation to Damian’s heart rate, and he watches Damian’s oxygen levels go down even though he’s having air pumped into his lungs. Thankfully he’s still stable by the time they reach the hospital, but Tim feels dread pool in his stomach when they take him back immediately. 

Reasonably he knows how bad it is, but this just confirms it for him. That Damian is critical, and requires care over everyone else there. He slips into the bathroom to change. Turns out this bag is Dick’s, so Tim has to roll the pants up, and tighten his belt the most he can, then pull the hoodie on just so the shirt will stay over his shoulders. It’s comforting despite being uncomfortable to have on, the clothes smell like Dick. They cling to him loose enough to feel like a hug, but tight enough to stay in place. He wraps one arm around himself, the other hand going for his phone. He’s dialing the number before he even registers what he’s doing. 

Stephanie sounds groggy when she answers, “Tim, it’s an ungodly hour, what’s going on?” 

“Is Dick with you?” he asks, knowing she was staying at his apartment while they were working the case. 

“He’s in his room. We only got back from working like three hours ago. Do you want me to get him?” 

“Yeah, I need to talk to both of you,” Tim says, his voice shaking. 

He can hear springs creaking, and Stephanie grunting as she forces herself out of bed. Probably on aching muscles, and tired bones if they were working a mere three hours ago. Tim can feel his own body beginning to shut down from everything he’s put it through, and the drop of adrenaline. They’re all used to the feeling though, being dragged out of bed to deal with something new right after climbing in, and falling asleep. 

“Dick.” He can hear knocking to accompany his oldest brother’s name. 

“Yeah, Steph, what’s up?” Dick asks, sounding sleepy. 

“Tim called me, and he wanted you to be here before he would tell me why,” Stephanie says, a bit of fear seeping into her voice. “You’re on speaker, Tim. Dick’s here.” 

“Hey, Timmy, what’s up?” Dick says, sounding concerned as well. 

“So, something happened. You guys are the only ones still in the country other than Jason, so I figured I’d call. I’m gonna text Bruce and Alfred, and they can call me when they have the chance. Anyway, Damian got hurt earlier. It was a small cut, but it ended up being used to transfer drugs into his system. He overdosed after getting home. We’re in the hospital now, but the guys were taken care of earlier.” 

“Is he ok?” Dick demands, and Tim can hear him snatch Stephanie’s phone out of her hands. 

“I don’t know. He was breathing when we got here, but his oxygen levels were horrible, and I didn’t have any Narcan on hand when I got home. So I couldn’t do anything, but call 911. He was taken in, and I finished changing clothes.” 

“We’ll be there in an hour.” 

“Do you have any more information?” Stephanie asks as Dick’s footsteps fade. 

“No.” 

“Are you alright?” 

“No,” Tim says, his voice breaking. 

“Alright, stay on the phone with me. We’ll be there soon. Sit down, and focus on breathing.” 

Tim drops into a chair in the waiting room, curling in on himself. Stephanie keeps up a soft, steady stream of quiet reassurances as she changes clothes, brushes her hair, and gets her shoes on. Tim listens, but doesn’t respond. He can still feel Damian’s cold skin, and sweaty hair; can see his blue nails and lips. Tim takes a deep breath to calm himself down, but he can smell the acrid scent of vomit all over him. He sobs, his chest hitching. Everything fades into the background until a small hand lands on his shoulder. Then he’s being pulled into Stephanie’s arms as she rubs her hand up and down his spine. 

“It’s ok. Let it out, I’m here. Dick’s checking in on Dami, and he’ll tell us Dami’s condition when he comes back. Everything’s going to be ok,” Stephanie reassures him, keeping him cradled in her arms. 

Tim continues crying, clinging onto Stephanie. Stephanie rocks him back and forth, keeping him close to her chest. It takes a while for him to calm down, his breathing still distinctly off. Stephanie softly wipes away his tears as Dick walks back over. At this point, they’re on the floor, and Tim is leaning against Stephanie. 

“He’s alive. He’s going to be transferred to the ICU soon, but he’s alive. I also called the others to tell them what happened. Are you sure you’re alright, Tim?” Dick asks, and Tim can’t even blame him. 

This reaction is so out of the ordinary, and far more emotional than he tends to be. Tim shudders, pressing his face into Stephanie’s neck as all of the noises around him get louder. 

“He’s running a temperature,” Stephanie whispers. 

“Ok, I want to see if we can get him checked out. I’ll go ask them. See if you can pull any information out of him about if anything could have happened to him too.” 

They’re still on the floor when Dick comes back, but Stephanie looks pensive. 

“He said that he got hurt right before Damian, but it was fine, because he only needed three stitches.” 

“Do you think drugs might have been involved with him too?” 

“It’s possible. I don’t think he’s overdosing, but I have no real way of knowing. Wouldn’t it have hit him sooner?” 

“Not necessarily, especially since Damian’s a lot smaller than Tim.” 

Dick puts a hand on Tim’s forehead, leaning him away from Stephanie. Tim whines, his eyes glossy. 

“Give him to me,” Dick commands. 

Stephanie pulls back, and Dick scoops Tim into his arms. 

“No, let go of me. I’m fine,” Tim argues, his movements slow as he tries to get away from Dick. He can’t even get his hands out of his hoodie sleeves though, making his efforts completely useless. He flops against Dick’s chest after only a few seconds, his eyes drooping with the effort. Dick says something, but it feels too far away for Tim to keep up, so he decides to go to sleep since that feels infinitely easier. 

Damian wakes up surprisingly unaware. Normally he’d be aware as soon as he’s conscious, but waking up feels slow this time. It’s not something that he’s used to, but it has happened before. Normally with concussions, or heavy medication. The first thing he notes when he manages to pry his heavy eyes open is that Brown is sitting nearby, one leg propped across her lap, a book settled against it. Her eyes trace the pages, not even noticing Damian. It’s quickly apparent where he is, and he tsks in disapproval. 

If Brown is here, then Grayson is too. That means I did something to land myself in the hospital, and pull them away from their case. But what was it? I can’t remember anything other than… going home to my book. 

“Brown.” 

Stephanie looks up, her eyes lighting up. 

“Hey, Dames. How are you feeling?” 

“Sore, and quite tired. What happened?” 

“You got drugged, overdosed. Tim called us.” 

“Timothy, we were-” Patrol. “Where is he?” 

“He’s also admitted. He’ll be fine, but they want to watch him while they get the rest of the drugs out of his system too. Dick wanted us to swap, but Tim insisted that I sit with you. Wanted to make sure that you were being watched by someone who would text him immediately. Speaking of which, I’m going to do that while we’re talking, I’m still listening.” 

“I remember everything. Everything except getting home. I was walking there, but I don’t actually remember making it home. Did I get there before passing out?” 

Stephanie nods. 

“Yep, no need to worry about what state you were in. The cover story has been taken care of too. The only thing you need to focus on is getting better.” 

Damian hums, having heard that a thousand times before. 

“I want to see Timothy.” 

“Yeah, and I’m sure he wants to see you too,” Stephanie replies, setting her phone back down on the nightstand. 

Damian proceeds to sit up, and reach for his IV. Stephanie barely has time to catch his hand before he can rip it out. 

“Chill, little dude. You’ll be able to see Tim in a bit. You need that though.” 

“Unhand me.” 

She lets him go. 

“Fine, but no trying to take that out again. Your dad is also on his way back. He was worried about you.” 

“Wonderful. Just what I needed.” 

“Hey, you guys handled things well. You made sure that the criminals were stopped, and you managed to get medical help before Dick and I got here. You didn’t need any help. You did a good job while you were alone.” Damian rolls his eyes. He yawns, and Stephanie pats his leg. 

“Try to get some more rest, and you can see Tim when you wake up.” 

Damian tries to argue, but finds he can barely keep his eyes open. So he gives in, and lets himself sleep. 

Someone is talking when he wakes up again, and he has half a mind to tell them to shut up, but then he recognizes the voice. His eyes snap open, Tim’s blurry shape coming into view. He’s wearing jeans, and a far too big hoodie, dark bags under his eyes. He’s talking to Dick, who’s standing in the doorway. 

“I have to go pick B up from the airport, or he’s going to drive here on no sleep in the last six days. I’ll be back.” 

He slips out, and Tim turns back to Damian. His eyes light up when he meets Damian’s. 

“Dami, you’re awake! Hey,” Tim says, sitting down in the chair Stephanie was in before. 

“Hello, Timothy. Are you alright?” 

“I’m alright. I had some drugs in my system, but I’m ok. You, on the other hand, almost died.” 

Tim reaches out to brush Damian’s hair back. Damian smiles. 

“You’re going to be alright. The doctors say you’re healing well, and Dick is on his way to pick up Bruce now.” 

Damian nods.

“I heard you speaking to Grayson… but I’m still tired.” 

Tim frowns. 

“Alright, you can go back to sleep. It’s ok.” 

Damian twists his fingers together, trying to figure out how to voice what he’s thinking. Apparently he doesn’t need to since Tim stands after a few seconds. 

“Scoot over. I get it, I don’t really want to feel like you’re not here either. I’m ok though, I promise.” 

Damian nods again, scooting to the side. Tim climbs up beside him, opening his arms. Damian nestles against Tim’s side, careful not to disrupt his IV. He sighs, letting his eyes close. He drifts off to Tim’s quiet breathing.

[virq-qgo]

If you still need Arthur Morgan requests, what about some angst that turns into fluff or smut in the form of being captured by a gang and forming a bond with a fellow captive?

Or perhaps him desperately longing for someone he thinks he has no chance with until he finds out they're just as into him? Bonus for him breaking down a little about it >:)

I fucked up *sobs* I wanted extra money on rdr2 so I was introduced the world of cheats. I didn't fucking know it wouldn't save my process until I found out when I was fucking sent back to the beginning. Not too happy about that.

Also, I'm so sorry for the delay. I am working on the other requests, but I have a hard time writing when I notice that nobody sees/likes/reposts/comment my work. Cause I work hard on it, and lose the motivation if it goes unnoticed. So please forgive me for the slow updates! I also feel like I can't write anymore so now it's just shitty.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I decided to write the second prompt because my brain generated ideas for that one!!!

Warnings: Arthur is OOC (probably, idk..) I don't remember that one guys name, but he was an "O'Driscoll" but joined the camp. Drunk Arthur, my writing, unedited because my neck and back hurts. (I locked in.) FEM reader

Arthur Morgan, the man who had a five thousand dollar bounty on his head. The man who was deemed as dangerous and do not approach. Had some silly school boy crush on the sweet girl at the camp. And that girl was you.

The way you would care for him when he returns back from a trip Dutch had sent him on, make sure to have left over meals so that he could eat. You even go as far to bathe him when Arthur has no energy left in him to do it himself. 

Oh, how deep in love he has fallen.

But he couldn’t help but let his mind wander if those soft hands of yours had touched another man's body.

Or if you smiled that beautiful smile to somebody else.

Maybe your arms wrap tighter against another man's body when you’re sharing a horse.

A sigh escaped his lips as he guided his horse back into camp, he was starting to think too much of you and it was taking a serious toll on him. As soon as Arthur arrived at the posts to hitch his horse. He heard your laughter. 

There he saw you with Kieran, laughing. 

He didn’t know why it had made him so angry, but it did. He wanted to beat Kieran for making you laugh. For getting to see your smile. 

But, Arthur couldn’t help but think about just how much better Kieran was. He was a good man, and didn't have a bounty. And treated everyone with kindness even if he didn’t get it back. Arthur Morgan truly had no chance with you. And it hurts.

So he did what he did best when it came to dealing with shitty emotions. Going to the bar and getting absolutely shit faced.

Arthur had been six beers in and lost count of the amount of shots he took. Despite being shitfaced, he would never be shitfaced enough to not notice you. He felt your presence near him and when looking, there you were right next to him with a concerned look on your pretty face.

“Arthur,” Your voice was soft and gentle. “Come home, it’s getting late.”

He knew he should've listened to you and put down the beers. But he was too deep in to care. “Go on back to Kieran.” Arthur slurred over his words before calling over the bartender for another beer.

But as soon as the man tried giving another bottle to Arthur. You snatched it and gave it to the next person.

“H-hey!” Arthur yelled, turning his body to face you but stumbled over his feet. Almost nearly losing his balance. “That was mine!”

You slipped the bartender some money before grabbing Arthur by the arm and leading him to the entrance of the saloon. Ignoring his drunken protest and attempts at pulling away from you, you still took him to the hotel.

“One room please,” You say with a smile on your face to the man behind the counter. Paying what you owed, the man placed the key to the room into the palm of your hand. 

“Please no trouble, that man is a trouble maker as it is.” He spoke sheepishly. Almost regretting letting you buy a room.

But unfortunately for him, you were already gone and up the stairs.

“Arthur, stop dragging your feet.” You grumbled and tugged on his hand while trying not to get irritated with him.

“Then take me back to the damn saloon.” Arthur argued.

With a surprising amount of strength, you yanked him to the hotel door and held onto him with a death grip while trying to unlock the door. Soon enough, you unlocked the door and guided Arthur in before shutting it behind you. 

“God dammit woman.” Arthur grumbles at you as he wobbles over to the bed and flops onto it. “your always ruinin, it for me! For making me feel the way I do about yah,” Arthur rubs a hand over his face before taking off his hat and placing it on the nightstand beside him. “Yer lucky that I love yah, otherwise I wouldn’t have been that easy to take!”

You look at Arthur puzzled, he loved you? Nonsense. You saw the way he interacted with Mary Linton. Now that was love, the way he would caress her cheeks when she was upset. How would he take her on trips with him just to make her happy? Arthur just bout did almost anything for that woman.

But he was drunk, maybe he thought you were her.

“Arthur you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He calls out your name and sits up to look at you, like he wasn’t absolutely plastered. “I wanted to kill that boy today. I should be the only one who gets to make you laugh like that, o-or smile.” He drunkenly grumbles, “can’t but think about how good you are. I shouldn’t have these feelings for yah.”

“Arthur-” you try to stop him but he interrupts you.

“You’re so beautiful, and I'm so in love with you. And it makes me so mad that some boy can make you laugh so easily. I get it, I'm older, roughed up. Even got a bounty on my head. I don’t deserve to have these feelings for you.”

You watch Arthur ramble, but you notice something that makes you frown. There were tears in his eyes but he wiped them before you got a chance to say anything.

“I might be drunk, but i’m not drunk enough to not remember how in love I am with you. The damn alcohol didn’t stop from how much I'm hurting.” He chuckles, trying to attempt to mask the pain in his voice.

“Arthur, even if you don’t know what you’re talking about. You are loved, you are meant to be loved. I don’t know why you bother hiding how you truly feel about the people you care about, because everyone I know loves you. All the women back at camp boast about just how safe they feel, the children look up to you and tell me about how Uncle Arthur taught them how to bug Dutch. And the men, they see you as their brother.” You rant, but your voice was gentle. Even though this was meant to drill into that head of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. But as soon as you were about to go off on him again. You notice those same tears that he was trying so hard to hide, fall down his cheeks.

And without thinking, you step closer to Arthur and wipe his tears away with your thumb. “Maybe tomorrow morning, if you remember telling me just how much you love me. You can treat me to breakfast and I’ll tell you how I feel.” 

With a nod of his head, Arthur agreed. “Can you stay with me for the night? I don’t want to be left alone.

“Of course I can.” You smile before walking to the chair in the corner. It won't be comfortable, but it’ll work. 

“What are you doin’?” Arthurs voice broke you from your train of thought.

You gave the man a weird look before sitting down in the chair ,“Getting comfortable?” 

You see Arthur roll his eyes before standing up, still very wobbly. But managed to walk over to you and pull you up.” “Get in the damn bed woman.” he grumbled while he guided you to the bed.

“Are you sure-” You try to talk but he interrupts you once again.

“Drunk or not, I wouldn't be a real man if I let a woman sleep uncomfortably.”

A soft smile sits on your face as you crawl into bed, waiting for Arthur to join you. And once he does, you unconsciously scoot a little closer to him. His warmth and scent immediately puts you to sleep.

The sun peeking from the blinds and shining straight into your eyes, was what woke you up. You reach out to feel for Arthur, but he wasn’t there. This really woke you up. 

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the previous night where he had confessed his feelings. You knew he had mistaken you for Mary Linton. God, you hated yourself for agreeing to sleep in the same bed as him. Tears pool your eyes as you feel the embarrassment fill your blood. As you were getting up from the bed, the door opened and there stood Arthur with breakfast in his hands. The warm look he had on his face dropped once he noticed the tears in your eyes.

“What's wrong?” He asked and put the breakfast he had found and placed it onto the table.

Before you could get a word in, he was next to you in a flash. “Why’er crying?”

Arthur gave you a puzzled look when he heard you laugh and wipe your eyes. “I just had thought you really left.”

You could see him visibly sigh from relief, he was so worried that he had done something wrong. “Is it a bad time to say that I love you?” he grins and reaches out for a plate of food and placing it into your lap, eagerly awaiting for the answer you promised him.

Your lips curl as you lean in and press your lips against his. “Does that tell you?” 

“I don't know, you might have to tell me.” He grins and takes the plate of food off your lap and places it to the side. This time he was to kiss you, his fingers curl against your hips as he pushed you flat down on the bed. 

“I love you too, Arthur Morgan.” You tell him in between kisses. 

A soft squeal escapes your lips as you feel the scruff of his beard tickle your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “I had a hunch you'd say that.

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Detention

Peter parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and peter get detention and it leads to him revealing his biggest secret.

Cw: rivals to lovers, sassy peter

Wc: 2179

A/n: been a hot minute since i posted. This is gonna be a 2-3 parter cause this idea got me out of my writers block.

You were going to kill Peter. That was all you could think about during last period, anger clouding your focus from the, probably important, biology work. Leave it up to him to get us both Friday after school detention. All because he couldn't keep his big mouth shut and keep his sass in check.

We were forced to sit beside eachother in math, due to a new seating arrangement. You two had never gotten along, so this was the perfect recipe for disaster. You can't remember exactly how your rivalry started, all you can remember is that it was his fault. The both of you have been in constant contest to see who's the smartest, who could get the best grades and the most approval. So of course peter couldn't help it when you were handed back your test with a big "97%" written in the top corner, a whole 2% off from peter's score.

"Looks like someone's been slacking off. You should really study more." He whispered over to you. He always found a way to get under my skin, you hated to admit that he knew what buttons to push.

"And you should really invest in some gum." You could smell his lunch all to well.

"You should get some lip chap."

"And you should eat my ass!" You realized to late that your tone was way to loud.

"Miss y/l/n!" Your teacher yelled from her desk.

"See me after class." Peter chuckled from beside you. "You too, Parker." He looked shocked, now making you chuckle.

The rest of the period was spent in complete silence, both you and peter just exchange angry glances. As the bell rang and the other kids shuffled out, you and peter walked up the the teachers desk.

"I just want to say, I'm very sorry Mrs. My outburst was completely inappropriate and it won't happen again." She looked at you like she didn't believe you.

"Listen, I've given you both several warnings this year. I really didn't want to do this, but I'm giving you both detention after school."

Detention? You've never had detention in your life. Your record was squeaky clean and now, thanks to pp over here, you had a permanent stain on it.

"Wait, mrs, please don't give me detention. I swear this will never happen again." You pleaded, but she was unmoving.

"I'm sorry, but I've given you multiple warnings. Here, I've already written you both a slip." She handed us two yellow slips with our names and reason for our punishment written on it. The second bell rang for our next classes and she sent us on our way. Peter slid past you and sped down the hallway before you could straggle him.

This leads you to the bell dismissing you from your final class. Usually you'd be excited for the end of the day, getting to go home and take a nap like every Friday. But because of stupid detention and stupid peter, you were trapped here till 6. You did the walk of shame to the health classroom where detention was held. Coach Wilson gave you a head nod as you entered and you walked to take a seat in the back corner next to the window. If you were going to be here for 2 hours, mine as well have a good view to zone out to. Peter walked in not long after, getting the same head nod from Wilson. We made eye contact, both of you scoffed as he sat down in a corner front row seat. You stared daggers into the back of his head, hoping to some how burn a hole into it.

After about 10 minutes, you saw coach Wilson put on his headphones and hit play on whatever trash he listened to. He then proceeded to put his head down on his desk and close his eyes. You could hear his snoring about 2 minutes later.

"Hey! Peepee parker!" You whisper shouted from the other side of the room. He whipped his head towards you.

"What do u want?" He gave you a disgusted look that made you want to punch him were the sun dont shine.

"This is all your fault. You couldn't keep your yapper shut and now I'm being forced to spend Friday evening in detention."

"My fault? I'm not the one who lost my cool and yelled in the middle of class." The audacity of this boy.

"You're the one who pushed me to loose my cool!" He rolled his eyes.

"Don't blame me for not being able to keep it together." He turned back around before you could even open your mouth the respond. He put in his earbuds and pulled out some homework frkm his bag. You would say something about him not being able to finish work at school and not having any homework like you, but you decided not to make this situation worse then it already is.

Instead, you pulled out your phone and went on YouTube. Immediately as you entered the app, you saw a new video of spiderman stopping a robbery. Naturally, you clicked on it. Some of your friends made fun of you for your interest in the webbed hero, teasing you for your "crush" on him. You couldn't deny your small infatuation with him, an unexplainable attraction. Maybe it was just because he was a hero.

You looked up at peter a moment later. He perked up like he had heard something important and Immediately started shoving his homework back in his bag and zipping it up. He looks over at coach Wilson to make sure he was out cold, then he darted out of the classroom. Oh hell no. He was not getting out of this and leaving me behind. You got up and ran to follow him down the hall.

"Parker!" You shouted after him. He continued walking.

"Parker! I know you can hear me!" You heard him sigh and then he stopped.

"Theres no way your ditching detention right now."

"Technically you're ditching now too, better get back." He turned to start walking again, but you grabbed him by the wrist to stop him.

"No. You're staying here." You began to drag him back to the classroom he had just ran out of.

"Hey!" He protested.

"You're staying here, sitting your butt back in that chair, and sit there for as long as we have to."

"Stop! I really have to go." He stood his ground, causing me to stop dragging him.

"Why? What could be so important that it can't wait for another half an hour?"

"It's none of your business."

"Well, if you can't give me a good reason, then I'll go tell coach Wilson right now that your ditching." He started to look panicked, trying desperately to come up with a good enough excuse.

"I just have to go!" He began to walk away again.

"Why?" You followed after him. You were not letting him go if you had to stay here alone. You heard the sound of voices coming from his earbuds, codes you recognized as polices codes.

"Is that a police radio?" He looked at you, unmoving.

"...no." his voice pitched up a few.

"Why are you listening to police frequencies?" You saw his adams apple bob as he gulped. You went through some possible scenarios in your as to why he was so eager to leave and listening to a police radio. But you came up short every time. Nothing about him made sense and it drove you crazy.

"I just- it's not-" He stammered, then sighed in defeat. He gave up trying to lie, short on time and patience.

"Ok fine, follow me." He started walking away again, you followed behind him in confusion. He leads you out front door and down the steps, not stopping and in silence.

Peter wondered if this was a good idea. Revealing his biggest secret to his biggest rival. He couldn't think of a better solution, he knew you were relentlessly and stubborn and wouldn't let him leave if he didn't give you the real reason. He debated making a run for it right now, he could easily out run you. But he knew you'd tell on him, you were always true to your word.

"Where are we going?" You asked once he lead you down the street. He turned into a secluded alleyway lined with dumpsters.

"Are you gonna kill me?" You thought maybe he'd finally snapped, you got to annoying and he was now going to kill you. He rolled his eyes and, without a single word, reached down and began to pull his shirt over his head.

"WOAH DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!" Your hands flew to cover your eyes before he could even take his shirt all the way off.

"ok, im not offended at all." You heard him rustling around, kicking the trash cans beside him and cursing. It only took him a few more seconds to stop flaying around.

"Alright, you can look now."

"You sure?" You heard him sigh.

"Yes."

You peeked through your fingers to make sure he wasn't naked or something, but you were met with something far more surprising. You slowly lowered your hands to reveal the bright red, skin tight, spandex suit. Obviously you recognized the costume that belongs to your favorite superhero. You stood there in shook for a few moments, just staring wide eyes and mouth agape like a fish.

"What." Was all you could manage to say in that moment.

"Yeah." He fiddled with the mask in his hands. There's no way this is real. There's no way peter parker, nerdy, spineless, peter parker was spider man.

"No. This can't- I mean, obviously this is fake. It's like a cosplay, right? You're late to comic con or something." You started laughing. That has to be the only explanation.

"Nope, it's real." You can't help but laugh more.

"This is obviously a joke. You're just fucking with me, right? Like just some really bad joke or-" you were silenced quickly by a flash of white shooting past you and onto the brick wall behind you. You turned fast to see a blob of webs plastered on the wall. Your jaw fell as you pointed in disbelief at the webs.

"Nice touch. Did you make that in science class?" You still refused to believe what he was telling you. You turned back to peter, only to find an empty space. You looked around rapidly but couldn't see him anywhere. As you turned back to where he was originally standing, there he was. But upside-down. You yelped, stumbling backwards onto the ground.

"Believe me now?" He asked as he turned back upright and planted his feet on the ground.

"Holy shit. You're spiderman." You stared at him wide eyed. You couldn't believe this. Peter parker is spiderman. The boy you've known since 8th grade, the boy you teased relentlessly for years, your rival, was your favorite hero and celebrity crush. It felt like the world had come crashing down.

"You good there?" Obviously you were not.

"Uh huh." Lies. Your mouth went dry. How were you suppose to continue to function around him knowing you've thought about making out with his alter ego. Peter reached out his hand to help you up and you took it without a second thought. Once up on your feet, you immediately started pacing. This has to be a dream. My deepest darkest desires from the pits of my mind have finally found there way to infiltrate my subconscious. As you paced back and forth, all the pieces started to fall into place. Leaving school early, skiping classes, the sneaking around, the police radio. Everything made sense. Oh god, everything made perfect sense.

"Your pacing is making me dizzy, can you stop?"

"Oh im sorry, is my coping mechanism annoying you?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, a little." You shot him a sharp look. He wondered if you were going to dig yourself into the cement. The voices coming from his police radio caught his attention, pulling him back to the reason he was in such a rush in the first place.

"Ok well, I'm gonna go do my job as you process this and we'll talk tomorrow." He tugged his mask over his face and was about to swing away till he felt a tight grip on his wrist.

"Don't you dare leave, Parker." You still had so many questions that need to be answered before you can be a regular person again. Peter sighed.

"Look, I'll answer whatever questions you have after I'm done."

"Fine. Come by my house right after you're done or I will hunt you down and tape you to the wall till I can understand ever detail of-" -you gestured up and down his body- " this."

He gulped and nodded. You reluctantly let go of his wrist and watched as he swung away.

Peter parker was spiderman. What the fuck.